back to Brandon

"No, you are not allowed to. But if you suck my dick, I might ...." Replied Brandon, but his mother immediately interrupted him.

"Brandon Miller!" She began, and he knew she was about to explode now," I'm your mother! You can't ask me to do something like that! I didn't raise a perverted young man! What is wrong with you!" She shouted angrily at him.

Brandon was completely stunned, she asked him for permission to masturbate as if it was the most normal thing in the world, but when he asked her for a blowjob she got furious. He lay in bed and for a moment didn't even know what to answer.

"So you won't allow me?!" She repeated her question angrily.

The question brought him back and took away his rigidity. He was the one who had the right to be in charge. He could make the rules.

"No, you can't!" He replied just as angrily.

She turned angrily and had her hand on the door handle, pulling it shut. Brandon wanted to make it even harder for her than it already was.

"Hey mom, your horniness is nearly unbearable for you. You'll fight it, but you won't be able to stand it, and you'll do anything to make me allow you to masturbate and your resistance to offering it to me will be just as great and now forget I said that, and you were in my room" Brandon had finished the sentence when she angrily pulled the door shut like a defiant child slamming it.

Brandon stayed put, waiting for her to come back meekly. He was already going to show her who was boss.