Hide somewhere

I move fast inside the house still dropping water. In a normal situation, I would've never got wet inside the living room, but inthis moment I don't care. I go straight to the bathroom. My first thought is to take the dryer, but instead I sit on the wc, reaching out for my pussy. I masturbate wildly, happy to finally find a short relief. Then, I take the dryer and a towel, doing my best to look like a housewife who was just taking a bath when she suddenly needed to urinate. I take deep breaths, struggling to calm down and lessen my face's redness. When I feel ready, I return to the pool. "Oh fuck you!", Anna is cchortling like a baby. "Mom! Mommy!! Help me!!", she calls. I go out in the sunny garden, finding the couple entangled in a sort of playful wrestling. Jonhatan is holding one of my daughter's arms behind her back and she's laughing, doing her best to get free. "....now you're fucked Johnny!", Anna giggles, "My mother will show you! You are gonna taste a bit of feminine power! Mom, do you mind kicking my boyfriend's ass?". My blush comes back and my legs quiver. "Oh...honey...what are you doing?", I ask, innocently. She is surprised by my mild reaction. "Well it's evident...this chauvinist keeps acting like a bully but I'm not strong enough to teach him a lesson...but you are!", "Yes, it's true Mrs.Jenkins! Probably you are, as we were saying the other nigt over dinner!", the guy continues, letting Anna go. My daughter jokefully pushes him back ,"Yes mommy! You have my authorization to wrestle this idiot and make him regret his words!". Jonhatan smiles and crosses his arms over his chest. I know that smile and those arms too well. Like in a movie, I recall what just happened and my mind races to draw new pictures of the future: I'm overpowered, lifted in the air and squeezed in a bearhug inside a prison made of male stones, while Anna lis witnessing. My feet sway back and forth off the ground and words of submission and pain come out of my mouth, addressed to the boy in front of me. No! I would rather be his slut than fighting again. Why my daughter doesn't leave me alone? "No, I can't!!", I almost yell out. That reaction for me was really unnatural and Anna seems unsettle, while the guy looks delighted.

"Mom? You chicken out?", my daughter asks, unbelieved. "Yes! I don't know why you take me so seriously...I always advocate for equal opportunities in every field but I don't really believe that a woman can fight a man or anything like that. The other day I was kidding. We know that Jonhatan is stronger than us both, and saying the opposite is dumb!". Anna is still shaken. "Mommy...you spent years supporting the opposite and celebrating women in sport. You even complained to my school about the gender division in our soccer team. And your relationship with dad..well...I know that he somehow deems you strong and even dangerous". "This is no sense...", I deflect, "Your dad is a joke and most of the times I lied to you to boost your pride...". Anna nearly drops her mouth. "So are you refusing to wrestle my boyfriend?". I point him "If you think that I'm going to wrestle a man so strong and skilled in fighting sports you've lost your mind my dear. I don't wanna be humiliated. Now if you excuse me...". Jonhatan laughs "See baby? Your mother agrees that you should just kiss my arms!", "Mom!?", "Yes honey, you definitely should!", I shout angrily. "Maybe Mrs.Jenkins you want to show her how do that...", Jonathan asks, staring me with a threatening glance. "I....I...", my shivering has become perceptible. "Mom! Just say fuck off!", an upset Anna suggests. But I just can't do that. He flexes the big right arm, refreshing painful memories. My feet moves forward against my will, and my lips approach that statue made of meat and bones. He is handsome like a Greek god and I could just pretend that he isn't real. The arm is made of marble too...hard and smooth, but incredibly warm. Jonathan smiles satisfied while Anna's look suggests that she's watching at something uncanny. It's done. I've kissed his arm publicly. My face gets purple and I turn around, seeking a place to hide forever in.