Lucas has to follow his mom.

I bit my lip as I battled the choices in my head, but mommy would get mad if I kept her waiting any longer. Though I rushed to meet up with my mom, I still glanced back at Jane with my eyes downcast. “I, I’ll be right there mom!”

“Wait, did that boy just say… mom?” Detective Garland mumbled behind me.

And mommy was already tapping her foot impatiently when I got to the door, her red lips fixed into a small scowl that I knew too well. It was her ‘you messed up’ frown, and nothing good ever followed when she looked at me like this. I must’ve also let my fear show in my face, because when mom pushed me out the entrance, she gave these words, “Look, I’m not angry with you right now Lucas, I’m just getting impatient. A good, proper man should never keep his wife waiting, and If I’m being honest…”

“There’s something I can’t wait to do with you at home. Something that’ll really make you a man.”

There was a petrifying glint in mom’s eyes as she said that, and I had a sinking feeling she meant we might share a bed. I wanted to run back, run away, run anywhere else, but mommy had her muscular arm coiled around me like a snake. Right when I thought there was no hope, a woman’s hand forcibly grabbed my free wrist, and my penis immediately got hard again. Dammit.

It took all of two seconds for mommy to bristle and snap at my would-be rescuer, “Who the fuck are you lady? Let go of my son.”

“You’ve got an adorable boy, I just wanna play with him a bit~” the detective said, pretending to be drunk, and trying to pull me away from my abusive date.

Jane was a lot bigger than mom, but nobody was ever ready for the MMA fighter part of my mother’s background. Mommy wasn’t built huge like some women, but the muscles were all there, and nobody knew better than I did how badly you didn’t want her to hit you. That’s why I winced so hard when Jane took an uppercut right in the stomach.

As the detective doubled over on the sidewalk, mom **** me to run back to the car beside her. When I sat down in the passenger seat, still hyperventilating and trying to keep my heart from exploding, I noticed a slip of paper in my sleeve. Garland must’ve snuck it into my top when she grabbed my wrist.

My stupid dick throbbed at the memory of her hands gripping me. But my stupid man-hormones weren’t the important thing right now.