Mr. Johnson?

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As soon as they arrived home, Mary told Alex to change into something more suitable while she unloaded the heavy shopping bags from the car. Alex obeyed, going to his room where he slipped into a pretty set of pajamas. It was a childish dinosaur design that he had almost begged his mother to buy for him, to the point of resorting to tears in the store. He had always been drawn to dinosaurs.

By the time Alex emerged from his room, his mother had already stashed away all the purchases and was bustling around in the kitchen preparing dinner. But as they sat down to eat, Alex's usually talkative demeanor was replaced with an eerie silence. Mary could sense that something was wrong - after all, she had spent years studying every nuance of her son's emotions. But she knew better than to confront him head-on; she needed to tread carefully or risk pushing him further away.

"Alex, my love, are you feeling alright? You hardly touched your food," Mary asked with concern.

"Hmm?" Alex mumbled absentmindedly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just not that hungry."

Mary narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Is it something I did? Don't you like the clothes I bought you?"

"Of course not!" Alex blurted out quickly, fearing he had offended his mom. "It's fine, Mommy. Really." But she knew better. She always did.

"It's about the deal we made, isn't it?" Mary's voice was laced with accusation and a hint of playfulness, but her eyes were understanging as they focus on her son. She didn't want to resort to scolding him, but she needed to get to the bottom of this. "The deal where you promised to go school tomorrow if I allowed you to go with me at the mall today.”

Alex shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact with his mother. "Well...it's kind of like that..." he stammered, his voice trembling.

Mary's tone turned serious and understanding. "You don't want to go back to school, do you?" Her hand reached out to brush away the tears forming in Alex's eyes. "Those other kids...they keep bothering you, don't they?"

"They're mean to me all the time, Mom!" Alex's words came out in a rush, unable to hold back his emotions any longer. "Ever since I accused Matthew of hitting me in the bathrooms, everything got worse! And the teachers don't do anything about it." His voice cracked as he spoke.

That was enough for Mary. She got up from her chair and went over to hug him tightly, offering him comfort and understanding in her warm hug. It was painfully clear that Alex was not happy at school. And there seemed to be no end in sight for his struggles. School may have been important, but was forcing him to go really the best option? She had heard of homeschooling before, maybe that could be a better alternative. As she held her little boy tightly, Mary couldn't help but think that this could be an opportunity for them to spend more time together and for Alex to learn in a safer and happier environment.

"Well…guess what, little guy," Mary exclaimed with a playful smile, still holding her son tightly in a loving embrace. "I will start the preparation to homeschool you! So you won’t need to deal with those bullys anymore and we can spend more time together! How does that sound, my love?" She finished, giving him a little nose pinch.

"What? Really?" Alex's face lit up with excitement and he squeezed his mother even tighter, feeling the warmth of her love and affection. Mary couldn't remember the last time she had seen her son so happy and decided just enjoy his hug.

But as Alex hugged his mother tightly, he couldn’t help but feeling the softness of her breasts pressing hard against him. He felt a small, tingling sensation in his penis, third time in just this day. He blushed and awkwardly squirmed away from his mother embrace, feeling pathetic and ashamed for the arousal she sparked within him.

Mary didn't show any reaction to her son abruptly pulling away from her hug. "Just remember, this won't be vacations. You'll have to study hard and also take care of the household chores. I want this house spotless. Do you understand me, young man?" Mary's tone became stricter as she gave her instructions.

Alex didn't care if he became his mother's maid. Or if he had to spend many years cleaning the house until he finished school. He was just happy not to see his bullys anymore and even more so. To spend more time with his beatiful mother. That was the best news he could have been given.

"Yes, Mom, I'll have the house squeaky clean, you'll see," said a very happy Alex.

The following days crawled by slowly for Alex, but he found true joy in his new duties. Each morning at 7 am, he rose with the sun to prepare breakfast for his mother. He carefully ironed her work clothes and polished her shoes, making sure she was immaculately dressed before heading off to work. He took pleasure in making her life easier, even if it meant sacrificing his own time and energy.

Then, it was time for Alex to clean the house from top to bottom. Floors, dishes, walls - each day had a different task, but no matter how hard he scrubbed or dusted, it seemed like everything would get dirty again right away. It was a never-ending cycle that made Alex realize just how difficult it was to take care of a home.

When his mother returned from work, she would inspect Alex's chores with a keen eye. If he passed her inspection, she would reward him by teaching him new things - from Algebra to chemistry, physics, and literature. Despite the rigorous routine, Alex felt content and fulfilled. It was the first time he could remember feeling truly relaxed and safe without fear of being bullied or ridiculed at school. And of course, there was the added bonus of spending quality time with his stunningly beautiful mother.

For a whole week, Alex reveled in the peacefulness of their home. until one day, at 8 p.m., Alex was cleaning the carpet. The reason for this was that When his mother wchecked his chores, she didn't think Alex had done a good job, so that, after giving him his history lessons, she told him he had to go back and give the floors and carpets another once-over.

Alex understood. It was part of the deal to stay out of school, after all. He had to do a good job cleaning.

Clad in a pair of sandals, some comfortable pants that grazed his ankles, and a flowy tank top, Alex tackled the task with determination. They were comfortable clothes that he liked to wear at home. Especially when he was doing house chores. A scarf adorned his head, keeping his hair which was already getting long enough to block his vision if he bent over.

As he was bent on the floor, lost in thought while cleaning, the doorbell's shrill ring cut through the quiet of the evening. He and his mother didn't have any plans for visitors that day, especially not at 8 o'clock at night. He slowly stood up, feeling slightly disoriented by the unexpected interruption.

With hesitation, Alex rose from his spot on the floor and made his way to the entrance. His mind raced with possibilities - a lost neighbor? A delivery man? But why so late in the evening?

As he reached for the doorknob, Alex's absent-mindedness took over and he didn't bother to check who it was or ask for identification. He simply swung open the door and came face to face with a towering figure. At first, all he saw was a shiny belt buckle and what seemed to be an imposing bulge in the crotch area of a pair of slacks.

It took him a moment to realize that he was staring directly at the visitor's crotch because they were so tall. Blushing furiously, he quickly raised his gaze and found himself looking into Mr. Johnson's friendly face.

The man was a striking figure – black, tall, muscular, and impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked into sleek black dress pants. His polished black shoes gleamed under the porch light.

"Good evening, Alex. I'm glad you are well. Is your mother here? I came to talk to her," said Mr. Johnson with grave voice and a courteous smile as he walked by the house without giving Alex a chance to answer.

Mr. Johnson was the science teacher at Alex's school. He was a very intelligent, serious, and polite man. He was a very eloquent speaker and had a personality that made people feel confident around him.

But despite all of that, Alex didn't like him one bit.

There were many strange rumors about him around school. Some claimed he turned down a million-dollar NBA contract in his youth to pursue his true passion, a career in science,

Others claimed he had worked on top-secret government projects involving advanced neuroscience research. But after some disagreements with his colleagues, he gave it all up, moved across the country, changed his name, and resurfaced as a science teacher.

Alex didn't believe any of these rumors of course. He couldn't imagine that his science teacher had given up a million-dollar chance to play in the NBA, or that he was mysterious and important enough to have worked on such things with the government. But none of those rumors were the reason he didn't like Mr. Johnson.

The truth was that he was sure that Mr. Johnson didn't like him. Whenever he was being teased, or played jokes on him. Even inside his classroom, Mr. Johnson did nothing to protect him. He just looked the other way and let them torment him. This caused Alex to take a great dislike to him.

However, despite their rocky relationship, Alex had to give credit where credit was due. After all, the man had taken the time to come check on him and see why he had been absent from school for over a week. With a sigh, Alex mustered up whatever civility he could and went to find his mother.

As he entered her room, Alex found his mother dressed in her nightclothes - a sheer, see-through nightgown and a small purple shorts that barely covered her voluptuous legs. Her cleavage was almost on full display. Mary always felt comfortable wearing revealing clothes to bed. But Alex still couldn't help blushing and averting his eyes every time he saw her wearing such clothes.

“Mommy, …Is Mr. Johnson, he is here…. He says he wants to talk to you” Alex said shyly while looking straight to the wall besides Mary.

Mary's eyebrows furrowed as she remembered all the bad things she had heard about Mr. Jhonson's neglect. She didn't like him one bit, so when she heard his name, her face turned into an angry pout. What did this man want now? Her poor child was so scared of going to school that Mary had to teach him at home. It was partly Mr. Johnson's fault.

At the news of a visitor, Mary quickly got out of bed, not even noticing the way the thin material of her nightgown clung to her rounded hips and the way it barely covered her ample breasts. She was too angry for that.

As she hurried down the hallway, the cold floor of the hallway sent shivers up her bare feet. And the cool air made her realize how uncomfortable she felt in her revealing outfit. Each step caused her thighs to rub together, threatening to burst through the flimsy fabric of her shorts. She couldn't help but feel ridiculous and self-conscious. But she didn't have time to worry about it. She had more important things to do.

When she opened the door, Mr. Johnson stood there, looking quite out of place in his neatly pressed shirt and tie. As she approached him, his eyes couldn't help but wander over her body - from her bare feet to her shapely thighs, down to her navel and up to her ample breasts that were almost spilling out of her gown. He tried to be discreet about his gaze, but Alex caught a glimpse of it and couldn't help but feel uneasy. However, he brushed off any negative thoughts about his teacher's intentions towards his mother.

"Mr. Johnson, how can I help you?" Mary asked, her voice slightly shaky.

He cleared his throat before speak.

"Mrs. Ramirez, I've come here tonight to discuss Alex's absence from school," Mr. Johnson began, maintaining his polite demeanor. "I must say, it's uncommon for a student to miss so many classes without a valid reason."

Mary glanced at Alex, who was still standing by the door, looking uneasy. She took a deep breath and looked back at Mr. Johnson.

"Yes, things have been difficult lately. Alex has been having a hard time at school, so I've decided it's best for him to stay home and work on his studies with me for now."

Mr. Johnson raised an eyebrow, a condescending smile playing on his lips. "But Mrs. Ramirez, let's be realistic here. Do you truly believe you have the qualifications to properly educate Alex? What about higher-level subjects like mathematics and science? Can you really provide him with a well-rounded education?"

Mary felt a surge of anger bubbling inside her, but she **** herself to remain composed. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze squarely as she replied,

“Mr. Johnson, I may not have a fancy degree or a teaching certificate, but I am dedicated to ensuring my son gets the education he deserves. I spend hours researching and preparing lessons tailored to his needs. I may not be a professional educator, but I am his mother, and my love for him surpasses any qualification." She said with a harsh tone

Alex noticed how deeply offended his mother had become. She always had an inferiority complex because of her lack of education. And being told in such a crude way that she was not qualified to teach her son, put her in a very bad mood.

It was clear that Mary was deeply offended, but that changed in an instant. Suddenly a bright light flashed, and Alex's senses were momentarily disoriented. In the next moment, he noticed that his mom's mood had completely shifted. She was now excitedly discussing the possibility of Mr. Johnson giving Alex private lessons.

Alex watched as his mom and Mr. Johnson went on to discuss the details of the private lessons. He didn't understand why his mom was so excited about this, especially after her initial resistance.

As they sat across from each other, Mr. Johnson explained the many advantages of having him as Alex's personal teacher.

"I understand your concern, Mrs. Ramirez, but I think private lessons could be the perfect solution. I can come over to your house and work with Alex, tailoring the lessons specifically to his needs and abilities."

Mary was hearing with attention Mr. Johnson's proposal, even though she couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that Mr. Johnson's arrival had brought. "That sounds like a good idea…But I don’t feel that will be correct, Mr. Johnson," Mary said, her feeling monotonic.

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of Alex's stomach, his instincts screaming at him that something was off. Even if he couldn’t tell exactly what, Alex knew something was wrong. When he interrupted, his voice was high-pitched and his words rushed together like a freight train. "I don't want to take private lessons with Mr. Johnson!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Mr. Johnson's face hardened, and his eyes narrowed. "Don’t interrupt when adults are talking, kid. Go away!" he barked, his voice dripping with disgust.

Alex got shocked by the crude response of his science teacher. Mary quickly stood up and walked over to Alex, wrapping her arms around him. "It's okay, baby," she whispered, squeezing him tightly. "We don't have to do anything we don't want to do. You don’t have to take private classes with him if you don’t want." She said in a soothing tone.

Alex burrowed his head into his mother's chest, feeling the warmth and comfort of her embrace. He knew his mom would protect him from anything that might hurt him, and he felt safe.

"I think that settles it, then," Mary said, her voice steady. "Alex is not going to have private lessons with you, Mr. Johnson. Im not going to put up with a stranger talking rudely to my baby in my own home.”

Mr. Johnson watched the mother and son, his expression turning cold as he was calculating his next move Suddenly, another flash of light.

Alex blinked, he felt disoriented again. The air felt heavier, and there was a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. He looked around, trying to figure out what had happened.

The room seemed the same, but something was off. His mother was now sitting calmly in her chair, a stoic expression on her face. Mr. Johnson had a friendly and cordial smile on his face as he kept trying to convince his mother to give him private lessons.

"I don't want to seem distrustful, Mr. Johnson. It's just that I have a strong desire to be there for my son Alex. I want to ensure he receives the best education possible, and I also want to personally guide his learning and growth." She couldn't understand why she was still rejecting this kind and amiable man's offer of private lessons for her son. He even took the time to visit their home to check on Alex, showing genuine concern for his well-being. However, something inside her insisted that she should not accept the offer.

"I understand, Mrs. Ramirez, I truly do," Mr. Johnson replied, his tone filled with a mix of disappointment and understanding. He had been patient with Mary's hesitations, but there was a slight edge of frustration creeping into his voice now.

"It's not that I don't appreciate your concern for Alex's well-being," Mary said softly, rushing to clarify. As if to not offend him "I just...I just feel like I need to be the one guiding him through his studies."

"Is that your final word, then?" he asked with a more serious and stern tone

Mary nodded firmly, her resolve unwavering. "Yes, that's my final word."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension between them palpable. Mr. Johnson looked at Mary for a long moment, as if searching for any sign of wavering in her decision. But finding none. He let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly in resignation.

Alex still didn't understand what was going on. The atmospheric changes were very strong and sudden. Though, he was grateful that his mother remained strong and didn't give in.

But his attention was quickly diverted as Mr. Johnson began rummaging through his pockets, as if looking for something.

Suddenly he pulled out a black pen. And turning to him, with a resentful face he said.

"This shouldn't be like this, kid." Mr. Johnson spat, venom dripping from his words. "If your mother wasn't so stubborn and stupid, we could do it differently."

Alex couldn't even process the insult. He saw how his mom rose from the couch with anger burning in her eyes. Then another blinding burst of light flooded the room. And suddenly, there was nothingness.

The blinding flash left Mary and Alex in a trance. Their limbs limp and useless as they collapsed onto the couch. Their mouths hung open in shock, their vacant eyes stared into nothingness, as if their minds had been drained of all thoughts and emotions.

Mr. Johnson remained seated on the plush velvet couch across from Alex and Mary, his posture rigid and stern. Alex and Mary remained frozen in place, their expressions blank as they stared off into nothingness. A thin trail of saliva dripped from the corner of Mary's mouth.

With a heavy sigh, Mr. Johnson resignedly repeated to himself, "What's done is done." He then leaned in closer to Mary, brushing her hair away from her face and neck with a gentle movement. At the same time, he used his thumb to wipe away the strand of drool hanging from her mouth.

His eyes roamed over Mary's body, taking in every curve and contour of her skimpy outfit with precise scrutiny. "But maybe it's not a total waste of time after all." He said for himself. Then, with his thumb still wet with her saliva, he began to trace circles on her parted lips until he boldly inserted it inside her open mouth. He explored every inch of her inner cheeks, teeth, and gums with a mixture of passion and clinical detachment.

As he ran his thumb across her mouth, he distorted Mary's face, giving it a vulgar and stupid expression. But despite his actions, Mr. Johnson's face remained stoic and professional, as if he were evaluating one of his students' science projects rather than ravishing a woman besides her son.

After he was done with Mary, Mr. Johnson removed his thumb from her mouth. A thick strand of drool clung to his finger, and he carelessly wiped it on Mary's face as he turned to Alex. He didn't even bother to glance back at her, treating her as nothing more than a used tissue.

Mr. Johnson towered over Alex, his gaze filled with uncertainty, As if he was evaluating what to do with him.

Then, his strong, black hand reached out and gently ran through the strands of Alexs long hair held back by his scarf. He kept caressing his hair for a moment, before lifting his chin and looking directly into Alex's empty gaze. Then, as if he had an idea, a slight smile appeared at the corners of his lips.

With a cold, calculating look in his eyes, Mr. Johnson turned away from the scene and refocused his attention on Mary. She was a pitiful sight, her cheeks coated with her own saliva.

In a firm, commanding tone, he addressed her: "Mrs. Rodriguez, I am Brandon Johnson. The one who has placed your brain into this trance. Can you hear me?"

Mary's head shook slightly, but her lifeless eyes gave no indication of understanding.

"I am in the process of taking complete control of your mind. Will you allow me to do so?" He continued.

After a brief hesitation, Mary's head shook again, this time refusing.

"You want to let me take control of your mind." He insisted, more persuasive.

The answer was the same. A denial from Mary. Mr. Johnson's brow furrowed in confusion as he watched the **** woman warily. But he quickly regained his composure and returned to his professional demeanor.

"In order for me to take control of your mind, you must give me permission," he insisted in the same calculated tone.

But Mary only shook her head again, denying him access to her mind. This time, Mary's denial was stronger and quicker. Her resistance was palpable.

"Why is this stupid woman fighting back?" Mr. Johnson thought to himself in frustration. "She shouldn't have the mental capacity to...".

His thoughts were abruptly cut off as he noticed a change in Mary's expression. Slowly but surely, she began shaking her head and moving it erratically as if trying to break free from an invisible web that held her captive.

With mounting horror, Mr. Johnson saw a glimmer of light returning to Mary's dull eyes, a realization dawning on his face that she was breaking free from his trance. In a panicked frenzy, he scrambled to regain control over her before she could fully awaken from his grasp.

"Mrs. Rodriguez, if you wake up now, you will ruin Alex's future!" Mr. Johnson exclaimed, his voice dripping with desperation.

At the mention of ruining Alex's future Mary's face relaxed slightly, Mr. Johnson couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. "Yes, the brat. Is her weakness” he thought to himself, a twisted grin forming on his lips. "That's right Mrs. Rodriguez," he continued in a smooth, convincing tone. "Alex needs a strong father figure in his life to properly develop."

But Mary's face immediately tightened again, as if she refused to accept his words. Undeterred, Mr. Johnson pressed on with a convincing tone. "I can fill that role, Mary. You know I am a good influence on the boy. He needs me around to guide him on the right path." A sly smirk played across his lips as he added, "You know, as a woman, you are too weak to discipline him properly."

Mary's face tightened again, she seemed to want to resist the web that enveloped her. There was a tense moment of hesitation before Mary finally relented, nodding in agreement. Mr. Johnson could barely contain his triumph at finally manipulating her into submission.

"Yes, at last...But lets not push her too hard.. for now" Mr. Johnson murmured truculently to himself. "You want me to come visit them at your house and give Alex private lessons," he stated firmly.

This time, Mary nodded quicker and more eagerly than before, her eyes vacant and a thin line of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth again. Mr. Johnson's grin widened with satisfaction as he saw the hold he had over her mind begin to solidify even more. It was only a matter of time before he would have complete control over both mother and son.

Placing his hand in front of Mary and Alex, he snapped his fingers tightly, causing Alex to start and look around in confusion. He felt disoriented, just like he had before. But this time, the sensation was even stronger. What on earth was happening? Something strange was definitely going on there.

"Well, Mrs. Rodriguez," exclaimed Mr. Johnson as he stood up from the couch with enthusiasm. "We can schedule Alex's private lessons over the phone. I already have your number from the parents' group, so I'll send you a message!" He extended his hand with a cheerful smile.

"The private lessons..." Mary seemed a little lost, and Alex realized that she was feeling just as confused as he was. "Ah yes, of course. We agreed that you would give Alex private lessons." She shook Mr. Johnson's hand halfheartedly. "Of course," she finished, still unsure about the whole situation.

With one final smile, Mr. Johnson left, leaving them both bewildered by what had just happened. The only thing they knew for sure was that for some reason Alex would now be taking private lessons with the teacher he disliked most at school.

This sets the route for Mr. Johnson trying to take control over the minds of Mary and Alex for his dark plans. Will be Alex able to stop him?

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