Nighttime

You are exhausted. You've just released a lot of pent up emotional angst and all you want to do is lie down. Your mother helps you up the stairs and into your bed. Your mind is buried in your thoughts, going over what happened today. Who are you now? What are you? You go to sleep early thinking about these things. When you wake up, it's still dark outside. It's the morning, but the sun won't rise for another few hours. You can't get back to sleep so you get up. The house is quiet, but from underneath the door to your mother's room you can see the light is on. You tap on the door with one finger.

"Come in."

Jennifer is reading in bed. She can't sleep either. You sit on the edge of her bed for a while in silence, just enjoying the moment together.

"Mom, what are we going to do? What am I going to do?"

She puts her book down on her lap.

"I can cancel your registration and have you reinstated at school. We could just go back to the way things were."

You rest your head on one hand. She continues.

"Unless ... you don't want to stop?"

You sigh.

"It's not that I hate it. I love you, mom. I want to make you happy. That's true for you and for my sisters. But... The way you treated me at work. It didn't feel like you saw me as your son anymore."

Jennifer rubs one of her arms and looks away.

"I... I always see you as my boy. That's the thing. In a weird way, that's what made it so hot for me. That I could treat my own son like a..."

"Cocksleeve?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Yes... That is the official title after all."

You laugh.

"I've got to admit, the things futa will do for sex is just..." You shake your head. "I wouldn't have believed it was possible till you showed me. And it was hot, don't get me wrong. But it's the threat of being passed around and shamed at the office that gets me. Not even being listened to. Just tossed on the table in front of all your colleagues."

Jennifer nods sadly.

"That is the normal way we go about things," she says.

"But this isn't a normal situation, is it? I'm not just some guy you hired from out of nowhere."

"No," she sighs. "You're not." Then her eyes open wide. "What if I make it clear to everyone at work that you're strictly off limits. And everything we do, I ask first. I know I don't have to, but I do care and I want to prove that to you."

"Yeah... That could work. Let's figure out what we do tomorrow then..."