Stern Mother

"I... I'm just not sure." Carrie looked down at you with a sympathetic smile that reassured you. A motherly smile that radiated warmth to you. She made you feel... so safe and loved. You wanted to fall into her bosom...

"I don't... want.. to be yours... to be your son anymore... whatever this is- Mommy." You struggled with the words, not sure how to phrase the situation. But almost on instinct you blurted out Mommy uncontrollably. She looked down at you and her eyes went dark.

"Excuse me Mr? You say don't want to be MY son? Well I have some bad news for you buster." Your mother stood up, pushing you outside of her warmth. You couldn't move, couldn't speak. The warmth was gone, you felt cold and naked. You felt... so afraid of her. You had made her angry.

"I go to work every day to put food on the table and THIS is how you repay me? Being a spoiled ungrateful brat to my face?" As she dressed you down, you felt an uncontrollable urge. It welled up from deep within. You tried harder and harder to resist all this... emotion. But your lip only trembled as you tried to talk back to her. You felt smaller and smaller and wanted to run away, but were caught within her powerful gaze.

"If you don't wanna be my son anymore" She mocked, "Then maybe I should take away some of your toys then, huh? The toys I gave you? And maybe I'll even cut your allowance, how does that sound?" Your mom, no... Carrie smirked. What was she talking about?

"I don't... I... I.... my allowance? I don't have..." You were trying to make sense of it all. You had an allowance? It was so hard to argue with her, she had so much... authority somehow. You could hardly get the words out. Fear was **** your throat, your entire face trembled and it was so hard to look in her fierce eyes.

"Don't you DARE talk back to me. Say one more word and you are GROUNDED." Her voice was shrill and unpleasant. That did it. You didn't want to be grounded! Your lips trembled into a full frown as tears finally broke out.

"M... M.... Mommmmmyyyyy!" You held your face in your hands as you bawled hard before her. The emotions were too strong, it was so hard to think or argue when she was being so mean! Snot came out of your nose as you debased yourself before her. You began babbling incoherently saying you were sorry over and over. You begged her endlessly as she berated you even further.

"P...Please don't! Mommy!" You stood helplessly as Your Mom went about the room throwing some of your stuff into a bin that she was 'taking away'. She ignored your pleas as she went on her rampage.

"This, and this! You wont need this anymore! Hmm, little boys shouldn't have anything like this!" So many silly adult things... why did you have all that? But she was being so loud as she thunked each item into a basket. Each one pierced through you and made you feel even smaller and more helpless.

"Now, are you going to end this foolishness? Are you going to be my good little boy from now on?" Through blurry tears you saw her holding a basket of all your favorite things. From deep within you still felt something was wrong. What was it? Something rebellious? And as soon as you had that thought a wave of fear extinguished it. More tears came. Your Mom was so mad at you, you couldn't risk her being more mad! She was taking your stuff away!

"I'll be... I'll be a good boy for you... I'm so, so very sorry Mommy! Never again, never again!" You collapsed into her. She put down the basket and you felt her hand on your back as you cried and sniffled into her bosom. Her hand stroked your hair. You wanted your Mommy so much!

"That's what I thought. You just want me to be your Mommy, don't you?" You nodded and whimpered, hugging her with all your might, as little aftershocks of tears, involuntary whimpers, and sobs kept coming.