He Takes Control

Lloyd's parents had extremely well paying jobs. Mom was a corporate executive, Dad was was head engineer for a firm that worked on top secret projects for the government. Needless to say, the house reflected an upper middle class family.

And this was the first time Lloyd smiled coming home.

He didn't bother knocking, just kicked the door in. Of course, his legs lacked any and all power to actually kick it in. Years of malnutrition will do that. He just happened to hit it in exactly the right spot for it to shatter.

Lloyd swaggered in, not a care in the world. He didn't even give a shit that his mom was shouting in the other room. Nah, he was done with all that.

Stepping into the kitchen, he glanced to the corner where a little cardboard box was set. In a shitty little crayon letters on the side, it read "Bich Tabel." Chuck couldn't fucking spell for shit.

Lloyd kicked it over, sending the cockroaches underneath scrambling. He winced and apologized quietly. Those guys used to be his dinner time friends. He'd feed them scraps that Chuck forgot about while Lloyd's exes sucked him off under the table and stuffed their titties in his face.

Lloyd pulled the chair from the head of the table and claimed it like a throne. Legs spread, hands behind his head, he was king of the fucking castle.

His mother finally burst into the kitchen, apparently tired of yelling herself hoarse. All the sex today was definitely coloring Lloyd's thoughts because DAMN, she was looking fine! Dressed in her usual business slacks and blouse, she also wore a formal vest that ended just beneath her mammoth tits. Lloyd knew for a fact she was wasn't wearing a bra when she stormed in, jiggling like a japanese video game.

Her dark pixie cut look immaculate as always, she never missed a day at the salon. Lloyd couldn't help staring at those bee stung lips as they pouted at him.

"Oh, so YOU'RE what all the ruckus was?" She said, hands her hips, tits swaying with her frustration. "Why in the heck are you sitting at the table? You know that's gonna get Chuckie awfully upset at you. And it's not like the doghouse was cleaned in the last seven years so you're gonna have to deal with all that out there if he decides to you're being too much of a little baby bitch to deserve food tonight."

Lloyd's smile creeps across his face with every word. "Mom?"

"What is it? You want a snack? I think there's some coffee grounds and a soggy banana next to the trash can outside -"

"Shut your fucking mouth."