Southern Charm

“This is absurd… their old place was smaller than even my mom’s crappy two-bedroom home. How did they afford this?” you mutter out loud, as you close and lock your car door behind you. Though you doubt anyone in a neighborhood like this would have any interest in stealing your 2005 Dodge Neon.

Walking further up their driveway, you can’t help but feel a little annoyed. You’d always been sad about Jamal abandoning you three years back, but to now know that your best friend was living the high life in a place like this… while you were stuck in your dingy hometown with your bitch of a mother. Well, it all just makes you reconsider how good of a friend Jamal really was.

You try to tell yourself that you don’t have the time to act petty and jealous about the past three years… but considering your newfound abilities, one might say you have nothing but time now to enact your petty ****, whatever that may be. Their resort-sized house? Yours now. Their master bedroom? Yours now. Their needlessly expensive cars? Yours now. Their bodies? That’s right, they’re gonna be yours now.

You find some pep in your step again, imagining all the opportunities such a large property will now afford you, as you near their front door, or at least the first "front door" you manage to find. Knocking on the door doesn’t seem to elicit much of a response, until you notice the camera near the door beginning to focus onto you.

You really can’t help but give a big goofy grin and a wave towards the camera, inwardly laughing at the situation, as you think of how absolutely screwed the Sterlings are as soon as they open that door. And in the end, you don’t even get a chance to put your arm down or break your grin before the door is already being flung open and sent right towards your face.

Backing up slightly, so as to avoid the large glass door flying open in your direction, you’re soon faced with a woman who’s clearly drank from the fountain of youth. Mrs. Sterling hasn’t aged a day in three long years.

She stares at you with the same big loving eyes you remember from the many holidays you spent with the Sterlings throughout your childhood. Though your eyes barely catch hers, instead focused on the way her needlessly huge chest and waist bounce together, as she steps towards you from the doorway.

“Is that… is that you Asher? I can’t believe it! It’s been too long! Please please come on in,” and without even getting a word in, you’re swept off your feet and brought straight into the Sterling home, and into the warm embrace of a real mother.

Though your near immediate blush and boner should make it rather obvious how much you’re enjoying your head being squeezed against Mrs. Sterling’s chest, she doesn’t seem to mind. She simply continues to smile down at you, as she begins commenting in her oh-so-memorable southern bell accent, “Oh my sweet little white boy, how I’ve missed you so. Just look at you. You’ve gone and become an adult while I wasn’t watching. And shame on us for not visiting you even once these past few years. How long has it been anyway? And how’s your mother?”

“Three years, and she’s still the same as always,” you manage to mumble against Mrs. Sterling’s chest, which seems to only make her pull you in closer, as though she regrets abandoning her son’s best friend for such a long time.

At this point, you’re rather certain that Mrs. Sterling’s current behavior is being highly influenced by your powers, but it matters little to you. She’s the loving and motherly black southern bell you’ve missed oh-so-much, and now she’ll do just about anything you ask of her on top of that.

Finally dropping you from her grasp, Mrs. Sterling is quick to ask, “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit today? I assume you’ve graduated recently? Jamal just did as well. I know he always missed having you around after he had to switch schools. Did you come to see Jamal now that you’ve both graduated? I can call him down if you’d like…”

“Mom! What on god’s green earth is going on down there! Do you have to yell so damn loud in the mornings? Who’re you even welcoming anyway? And why are you chatting about me to him?” you hear a male voice ring out, as footsteps descend the stairs behind you and Mrs. Sterling.

You turn around rather sharply, as does Mrs. Sterling beside you. The fact that your hand ends up on her ass as you both turn might seem coincidental, but it quickly becomes purposeful as you begin absentmindedly kneading Mrs. Sterling’s ass like a human stress ball.

Mrs. Sterling doesn’t seem to mind however, giving you an approving and kind smile before she turns back towards the stairs to reply, “Perfect timing! Jamal, sweetie, calm your morning grouchiness and say hello, your old and positively lovely friend Asher is here.”

Your eyes finally meet his as he descends the final steps, and your nervousness at the impending reunion only makes your hand begin to knead its new stress ball even harder. You breathe out, relish in the newfound comfort within your grasp, and prepare to explain yourself to the Sterling family.

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