David runs afoul of his mother

David had skipped all the way home, filled with the energy of man, for whom the world had finally opened up for. His ship had come in, and she had big tits and a lovely ass.

He was in somewhat of a hurry as well, eager to beat out his dick to what he'd just witnessed. He'd wanted to use Mrs. Browning of course, but he told himself to wait, to let her sickened mind further develop, before he did so. In the end, he wanted her to WANT to suck his cock and riding him all night. He wanted her to willingly divorce her husband for him. Not only did the thought fill him with satisfaction, it would prevent any...unwanted questions. If Mrs. Browning simply changed in a single day, people would be suspicious, especially of him, if she was seen coming to and from his house.

He didn't need questions like that, not when everything was going so-

"DAVID!"

-well. He had just opened the door to find his mother standing in the foyer, her arms crossed.

"Where in gods name have you been?" She demanded. "I've been worried sick!"

He rolled his eyes and pushed past her. "I'm barely late, Mom."

She glared at him and breathed hard through her nostrils. "I was hosting the Wilkinsons, David. Do you have any idea how bad you made me look?"

David paused at the bottom of the stairs, then turned to face her. "You know, Mom, it's not my JOB to make you look good."

She rolled her eyes. "There you go again, with the angsty teen routine...I provide everything for you and all you can do is act like I'm a hassle."

David was about to retort, when he stopped himself. He didn't need to do this. He wasn't a child, for her to bully around anymore. He could make people do, whatever he wanted. He was more powerful than she would ever be.

And it was time she learned that.

He opened up his backpack and removed the stopwatch.