And It Brings a New Servant (Matthew POV)

Sarah was a girl the same age as Matthew, her white skin glowed in the light, her rosy cheeks and full lips adding to her youthful appearance. Her black hair cascaded down her back almost to her waist in silky waves, framing her delicate features and her bright green eyes sparkled with mischief, and her smile was warm and inviting. For all that Matthew felt especially attracted to her.

Not in the same way he was attracted to Miss Diana, or other stupid old women. No, he wanted to break them and humiliate them. Make them grovel at his feet. With Sarah it was different, he wanted to take care of her and protect her. Take her to travel the world and teach her many incredible things.

The only problem was that Sarah didn't see him in the same way. She saw him as a younger brother, a friend. And although he wanted more, she didn't reciprocate his feelings. Matthew suspected it was because she liked someone else, namely Alex - a beaner boy. Weak, effeminate, and talentless. Yet for some reason, Sarah always seemed drawn to him and treated him kindly.

This fueled Matthew's desire to destroy Alex even more than anyone else.

"How was history class, Matthew? Did Miss Diana ask you to stay and talk to her about something?" Sarah inquired, intertwining her fingers with his as they strolled down the hallway towards the patio.

"No, I wanted to talk to her myself. You know, get to know her better since she's a new teacher," Matthew replied. Sarah was always known for her kind heart. If he told her about his plan to break Miss Diana's will, and make her submit to him, he knew she would never want anything to do with him.

"Aww, how sweet of you," she said absentmindedly as they stepped out onto the patio. "By the way, have you seen Alex? I haven't seen him all day."

"The spic boy? No, I haven't seen him either. I've been trying to find him so he can finish passing on Mr. Johnson's homework."

"Matthew, how many times I’ve told you to stop calling him that," Sarah scolded, letting go of his hand and pouting like a child. "Seriously, I don't understand why you always have to be mean to him."

"Come on, Sarah. He's just a beaner, a spic. He doesn't even speak our language properly. We're not equals," Matthew said without thinking.

"Arghh, see this is why I can't stand being around you sometimes," Sarah complained with a hurt expression before walking away from him.

He couldn't hold back any longer; he had to share his thoughts about Alex. He could make amends with Sarah later, for now he already had something else to take out on Alex for when he saw him. But from the looks of it, he probably wouldn't be attending school that day.

Sarah and Matthew did not have any classes together that day, and Sarah purposely avoided crossing paths with him the rest of the day. Matthew assumed she was still upset about his comment regarding Alex, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It wasn't uncommon for her to be angry with him.

When he arrived at science class, Mr. Johnson called out Matthew in front of everyone for not completing his homework. Matthew despised Mr. Johnson; he was a strange black man, which was enough reason for Matthew to dislike him. But above all, Mr. Johnson didn’t obey the rules. He refused to submit or to be intimidated by Matthew. He would call out, punish, and even ridicule Matthew in front of the class when he struggled in his assignments or if he failed a test.

Matthew talked to his mother about the situation, and she agreed to make some calls to get rid of Mr. Johnson. However, when his father caught wind of their plan, he immediately stepped in and overruled her.

His mother didn't want a teacher, especially a black teacher, to mess with her son, but his dad was in charge at home. When he ordered her not to interfere with Mr. Johnson, she had **** but to obey.

By her last name, his mom had influence over a lot of people, but as a woman, she hadn’t had real decision-making power in important matters. So that, Matthew had to put up with his strange science teacher. Although he never received an explanation as to why they couldn’t get rid of Mr. Johnson

In any case, now that Mr. Johnson had scolded him for not doing his homework, Matthew had two reasons to take out his frustration on Alex when he saw him next.

As the final bell rang, students began packing up their bags and shuffling toward the door. Matthew scanned the hallway and the patio, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sarah before leaving for the day. But instead, he just saw his mother's familiar truck waiting outside. A Cadilac Escalade, the same one that had been used to run errands and pick him up from school since he was younger.

Matthew walked to the car and opened the door, he hadn't had a particularly good day, it wasn't bad either. He felt a little bored rather. When he got into the car, he was hit with the smell of his mother's expensive perfume. She was sitting in the driver's seat, putting on her makeup with precision in the rearview mirror.

His mother, Victoria Sinclair, was clad in a snug tank top and yoga pants. She also had her blonde hair tied up, because after taking him home, she would go to the gym. The tank top clung tightly to Victoria's curves, the fabric smooth and stretching to perfectly outline her figure. It was a soft, pale pink color, delicate and feminine against her pale skin.

Her blue eyes were intently focused on putting on her red lipstick in the rearview mirror. When he got into the car, she stopped what she was doing and greeted him.

"Hey sweetie, how was your day?" She leaned down to greet him as he got in.

"It wasn't bad" Matthew simply replied as he leaned down too and gave her mother a kiss on her lips. A few seconds after the first contact, Victoria tried to move away from him, but before she could pull away, he grabbed her hair, pulling her closer and continued kissing her passionately. Feeling the pain of his grip on her hair, she stopped trying to resist, so he kept going tasting her mouth until he felt satisfied.

As they broke apart, the makeup she had just put on was smudged and there was a small trail of drool on her chin "Wipe that off, mom," Matthew instructed nonchalantly as he wiped his own mouth with his sleeve and removed any remnants of his mother's lipstick.

"Of course, my love," Victoria answered obediently as she reached for a tissue to clean herself up before starting the car to take them home. The ride was quiet, save for some small talk about their day until they pulled into their driveway.

His relationship with his mom wasn't always like that. In fact, not too long ago, when Matthew was younger, he was terrified of his mother. He would often witness her shouting or scolding people, particularly employees of his father's company. He had seen her reduce grown adults, both men and women, to tears and bring them down to their knees.

She especially liked to put people on their knees before her. She said that it was a simple but powerful gesture that helped to impress the idea in their subconscious that they were not equal to the person they were kneeling before. Seeing all that made him grow up very afraid of making his mother angry and end up on his knees before his mother's wrath.

But over time he realized that his mother was not that way with him or his younger brother. She loved them more than anything else and she would never treat them in a way that hurt them. Then, once he knew there was no danger, Matthew began to wonder if his mother loved him more than she loved herself. And he began to test her limits.

First, he started tentatively testing the waters. touching his mother’s body a little, innocently, curious, and unsure of how she would react. Surprisingly, she allowed it, albeit with some discomfort.

He then began to act rudely towards her for no reason at all, and he realized that she would try to pinpoint what she did wrong to provoke such behavior, even if she had done nothing wrong at all.

And then he started talking to her as if he had authority over her. Giving her orders and scolding her if she did something he didn't like. He found that that approach was the most effective, as his mother would obediently obey his commands, behaving meekly and submissively.

Once he realized his hold over her just for being her son, he began to touch her more shamelessly and kiss her whenever he wanted. He noticed how she didn't like it very much and was uncomfortable with his touch, but as long as she didn't put up a fight, he didn't care. Obviously, everything had to happen while his dad wasn't looking.

His father was a cold and strict man. And very possessive about his possessions. Unfortunately for Matthew, in his father's eyes, his mother Victoria was just another one of his belongings. A trophy wife to show off to the world.

He would never allow Matthew to get close to her like that. But if his father wasn't around, he was free to do whatever he liked. And luckily for him, his dad just left on a business trip to New York. So, while he was gone, he would be the man of the house, and he intended to make that very clear to his mother.

As Victoria drove, Matthew looked out the window, thinking about the days ahead. The thought made him smile.

As they arrived home, Matthew said his farewells to his mother before making his way into the house. She restarted the car and drove off to the gym. Matthew headed straight to his room, listening to the familiar sounds of video games coming from the living room as he walked past. His younger brother, Jamie, must have been playing again. But Matthew was too exhausted to join in. As soon as he reached his room, he collapsed onto his bed and promptly fell asleep.

Matthew's eyes snapped open in the darkness, his heart racing with panic. He was disoriented and it took a moment for him to realize that he had been jolted awake by the sound of his younger brother's screams. Panic-stricken, he bolted out of bed and ran down the stairs, his mind already racing with fear.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he saw that the front door was wide open, sending chills down his spine. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the open door, fearing what he might find.

As he approached the entrance of the house, he could hear sobs and sniffles. His heart sank as he saw Jamie, his younger brother, crying in their mom's arms. His mom, crouched on the floor, her gentle hand stroking Jamie's back as she whispered soothing words. "There, there, Mommy is safe and sound," she cooed.

Matthew immediately understood why his brother was crying. Behind them was their Cadillac Escalade, the front end completely torn to pieces. It was clear that there had been an accident involving their mother. He quickly made his way over to join in on the family embrace, relieved to see that his mom was alright.

After entering the house, their mother sat down with her two sons to explain what had happened. She had just finished her workout at the gym and changed into comfortable clothes, planning to drive back home. However, on her way, a stupid whore threw her car on top of her. Thankfully, she wasn’t hurt, but she was not going to let it slip.

She descended to confront the woman and quickly discovered that she was not only a stupid whore, but also an undocumented spic.

"Can you believe it? The whore had so many weak points, I didn't even know where to start!" Her mother laughed as she continued with the story of how she ended up convincing the woman to become their new maid until she finished paying for the damages she caused. Matthew and Jamie were especially amused when she told how she threatened to enslave the woman if she did not agree to become their servant.

Once the story was over, they ordered dinner, said goodbye, and went to sleep. Matthew knew that the damage to the truck was nothing major. It was already old and anyway they were planning to buy a new one soon. What made him curious was the new maid. Maybe he would have another toy to break besides Miss Diana.

The following morning, he woke up early to have breakfast with his brother. Their mother informed them that she would be occupied with handling everything related to the previous night's accident and wouldn't be able to take him to school. They both agreed that it would be best for him to stay home that day. For Matthew, that was a relief. It gave Sarah more time to calm down and let go of her anger towards him. By not showing up, she would worry about him instead and possibly even forget why she was angry

The morning was peaceful and cool. As his mother made countless calls to the insurance company, he and his brother indulged in video games and television, snacking on junk food as they passed the time.

As the clock struck noon, a sharp ring echoed through the hallway, signaling the arrival of a visitor. Matthew grudgingly dragged himself to the door and swung it open with a heavy sigh. Before him stood Alex, an embarrassed look on his face.

Matthew's expression twisted in disgust - what did that annoying beaner boy wanted in his house? But as he looked past Alex, and tilted his head up, his eyes landed on a woman standing behind him. She had large breasts and a stupid expression. It was Alex's mother; he had seen her before. He and his friends would often tease and taunt Alex by telling him how much they would like to fuck his mom.

However, he wasn't in the mood for jokes when he saw Alex and his mother standing at the door. His immediate thought was that they were there to confront his own mother about his bullying of Alex at school. However, he knew it would be futile since he was in control over his mother, not the other way around. But the fact that these spics had the nerve to trying to accuse him only added to his irritation.

But as the pieces fell into place, his anger dissipated. It all made sense now - the car crash, his mother talking about a Mexican woman, and the arrival of a new maid on that very day. A smirk spread across his lips as he realized that the "stupid whore" his mother was talking about was none other than Alex's mother. Finally, everything made sense.

Alex's mother spoke in a timid tone. "We're here to see Mrs. Victoria Sinclair," she said.

"Ah, yes. Please come in," Matthew replied with fake courtesy, stepping aside to let them enter. As they walked by, he gave Alex a smirk and a mocking smile, but Alex avoided making eye contact.