You feel the grip on your life tightening.

Your alarm wakes you up early once again. You sigh and reach over to the night stand to quiet it. I never even woke up this early for high school. You think as you sit up on the edge of your bed, rubbing your eyes to finish waking up. You rise to your feet and head to the bathroom for a shower. After washing yourself and brushing your teeth you head back to your room to put on some clothes and walk downstairs to make yourself breakfast. You had so far managed not to think about your mother, your rock, the most caring and kind and sexy woman you've ever known getting throat fucked by Chris last night. The scene in the living room knocks you straight out of autopilot.

There is an open wine bottle on the coffee table with a glass sitting next to it. The table itself is slightly askew as if your mother had drunkenly kicked or bumped against it at some point. The television was left on and you're shocked to see a naughty pay-per-view channel selected offering lewd videos of various kinds. Did mom watch porn after blowing Chris? You think. Your suspicions are pretty much confirmed when you move to the other side of the couch. Clear as day you see a slight stain on the edge of the center cushion. As you examine it more closely, a familiar scent reaches your nostrils. It's the same sweet aroma you smelt on your mother's panties the day she caught you. She blew Chris, came inside, drank a bottle of wine while watching porn, and then she masturbated. She must've been so turned on. Why can't Chris just leave us alone? You think with despair.

Not wanting to displease your mother given that she told you to keep the house perfect until your hellish punishment is over, especially since she'll likely be hungover when she wakes, you turn off the TV and begin to clear up the mess. You throw the bottle away, pouring the last few drops down the drain and you put the glass in the sink to be washed later. You grab some supplies to clean the remnants of your mother's late night fapping from the couch and try not to bury your face in the cushion before you begin. Just as you finish cleaning the stain you hear your mother's door open and then her bare feet stepping lightly toward the living room. You look up and see your mother looking a little under the weather but her beauty is undiminished. Her beautiful black hair is cascading down her neck reaching midway down her back. Her eyes look tired at first until they notice you, at which point they brighten up a little. You've always been amazed, even before all this, how effortlessly your mother manages to look absolutely perfect at all times. Even first thing in the morning, just as she is waking up, she looks incredibly sexy in a black silk nightshirt with floral lace details and matching panties. On her shoulders she wears a black silk robe which she begins to properly fasten once she sees you. She surveys your treatment of the room, then looks at you, still sitting in front of the couch with rubber gloves and upholstery cleaner. She smirks at you as it is immediately clear to her what you've just finished cleaning. Finally she speaks.

"Good boy." She says, continuing to smirk at you. Without thinking you reply.

"Thank you mommy." You blush a little at the words causing your mother to chuckle at your embarrassment. She turns and walks into the kitchen. Without looking at you she speaks again in a stern but relatively light tone.

"Hurry with that and come make me something to eat for breakfast. I feel like eggs I think." You quickly finish up and put the cleaning supplies away. In the kitchen you find your mother seated at the table waiting.

"Make me some coffee first."

"Yes ma'am." You reply and load the machine with her preferred brand, after the cup brews you prepare it the way you know she likes and bring to her. She sips it without comment as you begin cooking breakfast for the two of you. After you whip up some eggs and toast with jam you plate the food and bring it over to the table. You and your mother eat in silence, she's clearly cooled down due to her fun night but she's obviously still quite angry with you for the panty incident. After she finishes she puts her knife and fork down, wiping her mouth with a napkin before speaking.

"I've decided that since it looks like your punishment might go on for a good while at this point, you may leave the house to see your friends in the afternoon if all your chores are done." She gives you a magnanimous look as she announces this, as if she is doing you a great kindness that you don't at all deserve.

"Thank you mommy." You reply dumbly once again, not sure what else to say. She seems to be in a good mood and you don't want to provoke her in any way. She chuckles and gives a contented sigh.

"Oh thank Chris." She says, making your cheeks flush once again at the memory of what you saw in Chris's car. "He put me in such a good mood last night." She teases you with her words and seems to be greatly enjoying your obvious shame and embarrassment. You think no matter how it hurts you, you have to say something diplomatic here. You really want to get out of the house.

"I'm glad you had a good time mom." You say, perhaps a little too quietly to seem genuine. Your mother smiles nevertheless.

"Don't think you're off the hook just because I'm feeling generous. I told you I want you to keep the common areas perfect and I expect you to do so. In addition I want you home by six everyday, ready to make dinner even if I'm not here. I think you owe me some pampering for all I've had to put up with from you." Again her words stab at your soul and twist your stomach in knots but you can only bear it in obedient silence. "Breakfast was acceptable but hopefully you become a better cook with practice." She rises to her feet as she gives you this last verbal jab. You wait at the table silently until she leaves the room to get ready for the rest of the day. You suppose you better get to work and you gather the dishes and fill the sink with warm water. After cleaning the kitchen you tidy up the rest of the house until it's back to square one.

Your mother, dressed in loose lounge pants and a low-cut top that shows off her magnificent breasts, emerges from her room some time later. You clearly see she's not wearing a bra as her nipples press against the thin fabric of the top. She walks to the living room and sits on the freshly cleaned couch with a book and begins to read as you finish up cleaning. Once your done, you approach your mother tentatively and ask her approval to see if your friends want to hang out this afternoon. She looks around and is satisfied with your work.

"Ok you can go, if I find you've cut corners some place, there'll be hell to pay." You nod in response and she waves you off with a condescending gesture. You head quickly to your room and text Edgar and Molly. They're excited to hear from you again and agree to meet for coffee and lunch. You freshen up a little and head out to you and your friends regular cafe. You're a little nervous as you make the short walk to the strip center that is home to Lincoln's Coffee. You wonder if your friends are still your friends or if they've totally fallen under Chris's sway as your mother seems to have done. You try to shake such thoughts lose and hope you can just forget about your problems for a little while with your two best friends, just like you used to. As you enter the cafe you see Edgar waving to you from a table in the corner. He lives just around the corner so it's not surprising he beat you here. You wave back and join him at the table. You notice immediately he looks like he's lost weight. He's always been kinda pudgy and undefined but now he's slimmed down a bit and his face is a little less rounded at the chin.

"What's up man, long time no see!" He says slapping your hand.

"I see the gym's doing you good." You say, genuinely impressed. You haven't seen him in a few weeks now but you have to admit he's showing results.

"Thanks man! I'm mostly trying to slim down right now. Chris said I should be doing lots of cardio and shit, looking at maybe changing my diet too. Can't really go from where I was to just full on beast without making a few changes I guess." You wince at the mention of Chris's name. Edgar notices your look. "Everything alright man?"

"My mom is still acting like a psycho." You reply sullenly, trying to redirect a little.

"Oh man I'm sure it's not that bad, your mom's super cool."

"Not lately, she went out with Chris last night." You say flatly. Avoiding for now the part where she gave him a blowjob in the car on the street in front of your house. Edgar looks a little surprised but then shrugs.

"Good for her, I mean Chris is a really great guy." Now it's your turn to look surprised. Chris's **** would often fall to Edgar as well. You didn't think he'd warm up to new Chris so quickly, brainwashing or no.

"What the fuck dude? She's my mom and he... he..." You want to say he abused you but lately you've been feeling your conviction waiver whenever you try to say it. "He was so mean to us in school." You finally say.

"Yeah but that's the past dude, you gotta leave that shit behind. Kids are kids." Edgar replied dismissively. "Your mom is your mom and like I get that it's weird to see her date someone but like she has needs n shit. You're not gonna be home anymore and she'll be lonely if she doesn't get out there at some point."

"Whatever, where's Molly? I don't wanna talk about Chris."

"She's on her way, she was at the mall when you texted I think." Just as Edgar says this you see Molly entering the cafe. You begin to raise your hand to wave her over but as your eyes focus on her you freeze in shock. You've always thought Molly was beautiful, not like an amazonian queen like your mom but in a cute, girlish sort of way. She always dressed kinda nerdy but cute, with tight band t-shirts and jeans and the like, but she's also usually extremely shy and doesn't flaunt her body. Today she looks completely different. She's wearing a black tube top that shows off her slim waist. In her navel you see a glint and realize she has a piercing you didn't know about or that she might've gotten recently. Tight jeans, ripped in all the right places, show off her petite but sexy little ass and hips and on her feet she's wearing a punky pair of sneakers. She's rocking a tiny denim jacket that barely hangs lower than the tube top with little buttons pinned all around it. Her red hair is now cut short in a sexy pixie with a shaved side that completes her new sort of slutty punk look. She waves to you and half runs to the table, scooping you up in a big hug as she arrives. You blush as you feel her petite, perky tits press against you.

"Oh Quinn! I'm so happy to see you! Where have you been dude?" She releases you from the hug and drops her bag by her feet before taking a seat. You sit back down still speechless at how ridiculously hot your friend looks now. "Do I have something on my face? What's up Quinn?" She says with a smile.

"He hasn't seen your new look lol." Edgar chimes in.

"Oh yeah! Do you like it? I think I look fuckin hot as shit now." She says with a cheeky grin. "I don't know I was talking with your mom and she suggested I should try to evolve my style, can't dress like a shy middle school geek forever." She laughs at this as you struggle to process this. Molly's never been that concerned with her appearance, she usually opted for a fairly basic look. "I started with the hair but you missed D&D and I guess I forgot to send you the selfie. My b." She frowns apologetically. "But seriously! What do you think?" She strikes a little pose as best she can sitting at the table, showing off her long neck and swooping her sexy new hair a little.

"Umm... you look... hot." You say hesitantly, still a little stunned. Molly giggles a little at your reply.

"Thanks Quinn." She says with another heartwarming grin. Suddenly Edgar speaks up again.

"Well get me the usual if the waitress comes by. Gotta take a leak." He gets up and leaves you alone with Molly again. As soon as he is out of earshot she turns to you quickly and whispers.

"Have you told Edgar yet?"

"What?" You reply causing Molly to roll her eyes.

"'What?' That you think you like boys! Duh!" She says a little too loudly.

"I don't!" You hiss quietly. "I don't know what happened, I can't remember!"

"Mmhm, whatever. If you don't want to tell Edgar that's fine, but you should know you can trust both of us to support you." She seems genuinely hurt and you're sort of at a loss for words. You suppose you can't get mad at her for saying something so nice, even in such surreal circumstances. She reaches out and holds your hand, her eyes look deep into yours.

"Thanks?... I guess... I know I can trust you both." You say, trying to reassure her despite your certainty she's fallen under Chris's sway somehow. She smiles happily at you and gives your hand a squeeze.

"Ok." She says. "You can tell Edgar and whoever else whenever you want but you shouldn't keep such an important part of yourself hidden or you'll never be happy." She gives you a caring look and for a moment, despite the devious plot unfolding around you, you feel genuinely happy still to have her as a friend. The moment is interrupted when the waitress arrives.

"Are you ready to order?" She asks politely.

"Umm.. yeah." Molly replies first, ordering for all three of you. You wait quietly for the waitress to leave to put your order in. You see Edgar finally back from the restroom.

"Did you get my order in?" He asks as he retakes his seat.

"Yeah." Molly says flatly. You both sit quietly, not knowing what to talk about after your aborted conversation.

"Everything alright?" Edgar asks as he picks up on the tension at the table.

"It's fine." Molly says quickly. Edgar doesn't look convinced but doesn't pry. The awkwardness subsides and you manage to chat about random other things until the food and drinks arrive. You continue chatting away as you eat and for a moment it just feels like a normal day. When you finish lunch, you sit for a while until both Edgar and Molly have to leave. They say goodbye and Molly gives you a tight hug, whispering in your ear.

"Don't pretend to be something you're not Quinn." You shiver a little and relish the feeling of her body on yours. She releases you and departs after Edgar, leaving you alone. You check the time on your phone and decide to walk home. You've got some time but you don't want to accidentally blow this new curfew. You need to wait till Monday. Hopefully Morgan, as Dr. Knight insisted you call her when you were seeing her as a patient a few years ago, can help you. Morgan arguably knows you the best, of any person including your mother. She's heard all the darkest details of Chris's schoolyard **** and your guilty taboo desires. She helped you through an extremely difficult time in your life as you processed everything Chris had done to you up to that point and learned to let go of these crazy taboo thoughts. She would know what to do now, and she'd believe you.

You lay low for the rest of the weekend and manage to avoid any more corporal punishment. Your mother reminds you of the appointment over dinner on Sunday. She'll pick you up in the afternoon and take you to Morgan's office, Morgan apparently said she wanted to see you both for a few minutes this first session. That night you feel hopeful for the first time in a while. This nightmare might be over tomorrow if you can just tell someone who will listen to you what's going on. Chris is clearly somehow influencing your mother and your only real friends and directing them against you. You feel his grip tightening across your whole life and you need to do something or it will surely get worse. He was a sadist and a sociopathic monster, you know he always has more in store for you.