A boob awakening

What was that smell?

I got notes of peach, vanilla and a hint of something I couldn't recognize. I leaned my nose closer to the scent, it had captivated me and I couldn't get enough.

I was surprised to find out that it came from my pillow. Did mom wash them while I was gone?

It didn't matter to me, I squeezed it tight and was met with an amazing softness that completely surrendered to my grip. Fuck… that was sooo… Good!

I sighed, feeling relaxed. I had a horrifying nightmare last night and this came at the perfect moment. It was one of the strangest I had ever had, so many things had happened.

I had left the house, met people and why was I doing “that” to the thought of Victoria?

She was a bitch, always hanging around the wrong crowd, never putting any effort into anything except sports.

But God damn was she hot. That dark skin, that glare she gave me when she was pissed and those abs.

My sword was already awake since it was morning and I couldn't help rubbing it against that pillow. I basically purred in delight, it was so warm too!

The sensations were making it swell with even more blood and it made me speed up even more. I never did these things to my pillows and if my mind was calmer I would've wondered why I did it today.

But I was already mad in heat and I think I was a bit too rough with my pillow because I heard it yelp when I squeezed my arms around it. Oh I should be gentler as I continue then.

Wait… pillows don't make that sound. I opened my eyes to see a woman sleeping there, her eyes closed and mouth open, breathing heavily.

I bolted out of my bed in a hurry, feet thudding on the floor. I quickly turned my head to see who really was in there. And behold. In her signature purple bathrobe and her messily spread out over my sheets it was my mother!

What the hell?!?

What was going on?, did someone give me drugs?!?

My mind wandered. This must mean some parts of my dream were true. I recalled it, that small pink pill in my friend Styles' hand. That must've been it!

What happened after that?, things were a bit blurry.

From my bed, My mom stretched out on my bed raising her arms above her head and yawning before changing to various poses. This was really scandalous, if someone were to get in, I would have no way of explaining myself.

“Did I scare you?, are you still scared of your poor mother?”, her voice drew me out of thoughts. She was drawing shapes on my sheets with her finger casually.

“I- urm, is?”, I turned around looking through the room. This was a prank I'm sure, either my father or those pricks at school would burst in and take a picture of me and my little spear. The spear that's currently getting hard in front of my own mother.

Can I catch a break? Please…? God?

I took a breath, steadying myself, "What are you doing here Mom?”

“You mean in my house?” she said while laying on her side and rested her head on a hand

My dick pulsed looking at her in that position, I was so hot it was making me get angry at her for doing this.

“No!, I mean in my room and on my bed!”

She didn't even flinch, just lazily lay her head on my pillows.

And she didn't say anything.

So I stood there not knowing what to do.

“Where were you last night?”, she finally broke the silence but her question wasn't exactly an easy one to answer.

What do I tell her?, that I couldn't quite remember last night. That it was blurry and indistinct because I took some drugs. Hell no, she would die of worry.

“Mom…, you know I went to visit my friend right, styles?” I laid it out before her, hoping she would grab the trap.

“Styles?, you mean you just decided to sleep over at a friend's place?”She still looked quite suspicious, her eyebrows twisted in disbelief.

“Yeah he was quite angry at first at me but we ended up making up and we had too much fun for me to leave” Adding some truth to it would make it believable. Even I wasn't sure what happened, maybe that's what truly happened.

She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed into it. She also kicked her legs in the air excitedly. I made sure to look away, that bathrobe was too loose!

Coming up for air, she had a goofy smile on her face and stood up fixing herself and tightening up her robe, “Thank god, I was worried that you were doing drugs or something”

She passed by me, and I caught another whiff of her scent. Oh god, please leave.

“I'm going to make some breakfast for us, make sure to get yourself ready and join me okay?”

“Wait?, You still haven't answered what you were doing in he-”

I didn't get to finish as she had already closed the door.

Damn that woman.

I quickly wore my clothes and went to brush my teeth.

Our house was big enough to have three bathrooms. One inside of the main bedroom. Another upstairs. Finally one downstairs for all the guests to use. I went to the upstairs one, It was the one I was most familiar with since it was mostly used by me.

Inside, I threw open the cabinet inside the mirror, grabbed a tube of toothpaste and squirted it into my toothbrush. This movement strangely caused a pain in my arm and shoulder.

This was quite unusual, now that I think about it my whole body seemed to be sore. These painful spots were scattered throughout my whole body. I quickly removed my t-shirt and pants.

What the fuck?

I had bruises all over, they seemed to be almost done healing but anyone could see that I was doing some rough activities. I don't remember doing anything that could be called rough in the past two years.

Unless…

Of course, maybe it was yesterday. My memories were definitely missing. What had happened yesterday. I racked my brain trying to remember, if I was good at something then it was definitely overthinking.

Aha!, there it is!

I had left Styles' house yesterday. A vivid memory of me running barefoot on the cold pavement came trickling into my head. The rest of the details I did not have though. I also didn't have time anymore as I could hear Mom calling me. Jesus she gets really demanding when she gets comfortable. I threw my clothes on and rushed to the dining table.

“And then that stupid cashier had the audacity to tell me the coupon didn't work after sending me halfway through town!”

“I even had to fish it out of a sewer after it fell in!”

“Could that be the reason why…?”

“Are you even listening Harry?”

“Huh?” Again she interrupted my train of thought mom

Honestly I wasn't even focused on her. The hole in my memories was like a drain sucking in all my attention. I NEEDED to know what happened. I scratched around in my memories, replaying what I knew, going through scenarios and fitting them in to see if they felt right. They just didn't click!

“Harry!, come on…” She was pouting while using her fork to play with the hash browns she was eating.

Damn it!, so adorable. For the first time in a while I was irritated with her though. Couldn't this have happened any other day, when I was free?

I forced a smile and looked at her,” Yes mom?”

“I can tell you're not paying attention to me, what's wrong? Did something happen last night with your friend?”

“Ummm… well you see…” I couldn't even agree or disagree with her on the basis of me not knowing.

She leaned closer as if gossiping, cupped her hand to her mouth and whispered, “It must've been very rough. Of course I want you to be happy and it was a while since you've seen each other”

“But god… damn… I've only seen bruises like that when me and your father were still young” she smirked

I dropped my fork on the plate and stood up. Yep, I was done eating.

She was laughing, holding her belly while her chest was bouncing and she was running out of breath. She waved me off.

“Yeah go rest honey, you definitely need it after the night you've had”

Ugh… this woman

I trudged up the stairs in a foul mood, my head felt heavy and stuffed full of cotton.

Reaching my door, I did not hesitate to throw it open. I grabbed my covers and pulled them over myself and surrendered to the dark embrace of my bed.

The smell of burnt fur

The cold of an urban winter night

and the desperate hanging of an innocent.

These were dreams that repeated themselves over and over as I slept. I couldn't take it anymore and I woke up. The sheets were drenched but the thing that disturbed me the most was that I could feel them.

Two hands clamped around my throat, It felt like they wanted to squeeze but had no strength. Cold, skinny and shaking with desperation, I could feel them but I couldn't see anything.

I dragged myself to the tall mirror in my room, I looked the same as always, no hands. What was going on with me.

I sounded crazy but what if I tried to remove the ‘arms’ from my throat?

I raised up my hands and ‘held’ them and I pulled them off. Big mistake.

The memories before trickled in slowly like a dripping tap. This felt like the floodgates being opened. They poured into my mind, flashing through like a high speed montage.

“Ohhh god…”

“What have I done?”, collapsing on my floor, I felt saliva building up from behind my throat. I wanted to vomit.

“DON'T DO THAT!, I LIVE HERE TOO FOR GOD'S SAKE”

I didn't need to turn my head to see where he was. It was like from deep in my heart I would always know where he was. But this time I actually felt something new in my mind. Something that wasn't there before, I knew his name.

Ortho.

“Shut up Ortho!, what the hell happened last night?”

He put a finger on his chin like an innocent child.

“Last night?, I don't know what you mean. You gooned like every other day”

“You know what I mean, don't play dumb. Today or this morning, whatever!”

I started trembling, “What happened to him?, the man?”

I had to whisper, I couldn't bear to say it out loud.

Ortho pointed at his mouth, “We gobbled him up of course”

The bed creaked as he shifted from where he was sitting on it. He leaned closer, his body elongating through whatever magic he used. To whisper in my ear.

“He was a mighty warrior, one of the most determined I have ever seen”

I touched my stomach, surely I would have felt it if we had really done that.

He guffawed, amused, “You did feel it. It's showing right now, your injuries were quite grievous. How did you think you healed so quickly?”

My eyes widened and I couldn't help running my hands though my body. I was terribly sore but the punishment my body went through should have been much more severe. I used him as a healing potion, a real person…

“Yes!, a vigorous one at that. his ferocious vitality allowed you to be able to walk today”, He turned his head now whispering into my other ear. Why did he like doing that?

“And a bunch of other benefits too, but those I'll tell you about them, if you behave”

“That was all he was to you?, food?”

“He wasn't just that, he also liked sewing…”

“Huh?”

I stood up, pushing his head away causing it to bobble in the air eerily, suspended on his long neck.

“He was also a fucking person, and yo- you can't just do that to a person!”

“And you just did that!, who knows what that means. Having a person inside of us. Have you even done that before?”

He glared at me but admitted, “Well no, it's my fi-”

“Exactly!, What if now there's three of us running around in my fucking skull all day!?”

“Did you ever pause to think about what you just did, to a person?”

He was quick to compose himself, quickly appearing in front of me. Growing to his full height, that reached the ceiling of my room with the tips of his horns. The intensity of it pressed on me, making it hard to look at his eyes directly.

He poked me with his finger, hard.

“Don't put this on me, pussy!”

“You were the one frolicking about, careless about your environment and that caused the whole situation”

“Neither I nor that man caused his death. You were fearful of me and he was defending his abode”

“You're the one who killed him and I only helped clean your shit!”

A multitude of words bubbled up from my throat but none left, he was right. I lowered my head, damn it, he was right!

Before I could wallow some more.

A knock at the door interrupted us. Mom?

What was she doing?

I rushed to it and pulled it wide open, thinking of the worst.

She was standing outside nervous, holding her blankets and a pillow. She was shuffling her feet nervously. Looking up at me with a cute expression.

“I’m having nightmares, hun. Do you mind if I slept over with you?”

Oh man, that expression and that voice caused blood to instantly rush somewhere. I wanted to pick her up and throw her on my bed.

But alas, I needed to go back and really check what happened to the body. I needed to see or else I wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise.

Disappointing mom was one of the hardest things I had to do though. I had to do it quickly.

“Sorry mom, I have to go out again right now”

She looked concerned and utterly crushed, “Was that who you were arguing with on the phone, your friend?”

Huh, great excuse. I nodded quickly, “Yeah yeah sorry mom”

I slammed the door shut and started to get ready. Wearing a warm sweatpants and hoodie combo. I decided to leave my phone and take a torch. I looked around my room one last time. I was leaving through my window. There was a way to safely climb up and down on the side of my window. Styles' and Annette had used it all the time.

My eyes landed on some shades in an open drawer. Oh well, I might need to hide my identity.

Thus I climbed down and made my way back to the crime scene