No Time Like the Present

Your mom soon returns with wet cloth and a dry towel. You reach for them so that you might clean yourself but she just smiles. "I'll do it." She says softly. She cleans your mess with such tenderness and motherly care that it made you tear up. She even wipes your wet tushie.

As you watch her so attentively and without complaint clean you up, as she must have way back when she changed your diapers, you suddenly feel horrible. You'd been lousy to her manipulating her emotions like you had. Peg was so right, you weren't ready to be a Mom yet acting like that. You had a lot of growing left to do but right now you just didn't see an alternative. You and Fiona needed your mother's support right now, especially with a move in the near future, even if your Mistress wouldn't admit it.

You reach out and stroke her arm. "I'm glad you're my Mom." You say.

She gives you a gentle smile once more and replies. "I'm proud you're my son."

The awkward tension from before was mercifully draining from the room quickly. You turn the conversation to more practical matters to help this.

"Do we know where we're moving yet?" You purposely use the term 'we', insinuating not so subtly that you and Fiona would still be a part of it. "We can't stay in the city, can we?"

Your Mom shakes her head. "No, we have to move further. There are a lot of factors in play. I can go anywhere but Peggy needs a place near one of her company's labs. We're fortunate that they're willing to go along with this even though they don't exactly know the situation. She's very valuable to them I guess." Your mother looks around the lab with a concerned look then says at a whisper, as if someone might be listening in. "This is one strange company your Aunt works for. I'm not even sure how they make their money. It's all very...mysterious."

"Peg's coming?"

She nods. "We'd all like to stay close. I'm not sure about Chloe though. I suspect she will eventually. We need her Sugar Daddy right now. He's quite connected and he'll be looking after getting our new identities set up. Paperwork, false records, it is quite an undertaking for a whole family. He might not appreciate losing his Mistress after doing us such a huge favor." She finishes up cleaning you and switches to the towel to dry you off. "I'd like to wait until Fiona finishes her year and Elsie graduates. It's not too long now. I mean it kind of won't matter once we get our new identities but I think it's important for them to know they did it legitimately. We thought it would also give you time to heal but..." She strokes her fingers over your smooth skin where the knife scar had been. "...I guess that's not an issue now."

"No, it's not." You sit up a bit taller. "Mom. We shouldn't wait too long."

Your mother sighs. "I know. If those reporters see how you and Fiona have changed...hohh boy, that would be a whole new round of trouble."

"Mom, you and I both know El's going to graduate with flying colors. She's as smart as Peg."

Your mother grins proudly.

"She's already home studying the rest of the semester and it's not like she going to prom or anything. Who cares if she gets the diploma if we're going to get new records and everything."

"That's what she said too." Your mother mutters. "There's no time like the present."

"Exactly!" You continue. "And Fiona...well, she's going to struggle to pull her grades back up after everything that happened. She might have to retake a class or two." Your older sister, for all of her strengths, was not a natural academic. Her grades had always been decent but she wasn't what you would call 'book smart'. She was keenly intelligent, bold, and ambitious to be sure but her talents shone much brighter outside of a studious school atmosphere.

Your mother's grin fades. "She better not. We don't have the time for her to let us down right now."

"That's the problem Mom. We don't have the time. Fiona will never let us down if she can help it, but she might not have the time to turn it around."

Your mother sighs then is **** to admit. "I know Jesse, I know."

"Forget school Mom. I say let's get this going. The sooner the better!"

Your mom is quiet for some time. Her soft hand gently stroking your tummy and your leg. It kind of tickled and it was kind of arousing too. She is staring down at your body seemingly lost in thought. She then says in a very quiet voice. "If...if you're worried...um..." She clears her throat and swallows hard. "You could pass for a girl, I mean, if you needed to...for a disguise. Ya know?"

You chuckle. "A girl?"

She shakes her head and her face flinches. "That's a stupid idea. I'm sorry honey. I shouldn't have said that."

"No." You grip her hand and squeeze it. "No, that's a good point. With how different I look now, if I dressed as a girl nobody would recognize me."

Mom licks her plump lips hungrily. "You're so pretty."

You smile. "Mom...would you like me to dress like a girl for you?"

Her breath catches in her throat and in the blink of an eye a little blush colors her chubby cheeks. "No."

Your smile grows. She was a terrible liar. "Mom. I told you before. I'm a good boy. If Fiona lets me be with you...I could do that for you. I'll do whatever you want me to. I'll be a girl for you Mama."

She closes her eyes and gathers herself. It is with trembling hands your mother brings the blankets up over your slender naked body. She takes in a deep breath then slowly releases it. She doesn't say anything though.

You and your Mom are both startled as you hear Fiona's voice swearing and hissing as she storms back into the room. Peg was right on her heels and was followed in turn by Lucy.

"Fucking white trash mother fucker!" Fiona snarls as she stares down at her phone.

"Fiona, slow down! Calm down, think about this." Peg was pleading with your sister. You had no idea what the hell was going on.

Your sister looks at you. "I need to go. You okay baby?"

"Go? Uhhh...yeah, I'm fine." You say in confusion. "What...what's going on? Where are you going?"

Fiona's adrenaline was pumping and she didn't have time for questions. Her blazing hazel eyes snap over to her mother. "Can you take Jesse home when he's ready?"

Your mom nods. "Of course. What's happening though?"

Fiona nods her appreciation before her eyes narrow and she says in a low growl. "Zoey's old man just beat the shit out of her."

The room stops. A stunned silence descends on the room. Zoey was fun and silly and a bright sparkling personality who had really come to be accepted by the Bailey clan these past couple of months. And all of you knew how Elsie felt about her. This news hit you all like a ton of bricks.

Fiona grips her fists, nearly crushing her phone in the process.

"Oh my god!" Your mother is the first to speak. "Is she okay? Is she safe?"

"She's with El at home. She had nowhere else to go. She refuses to call the cops or anything." Fiona lets out a huff and spins on her heel. "I gotta go."

"Wait!" Your Aunt grabs her arm. "Fiona, don't do anything crazy. Please!"

Fiona pulls away from her Aunt. "Just look after my boy."

"Fiona...what are you going to do?" Your mother asks.

Fiona slowly looks back over her shoulder with a look that chilled you to the bone. She says in a barely controlled voice. "That piece of shit hurt Zoey and that hurts Elsie, he just fucked with the wrong family." She bares her perfect white teeth. "Paybacks a bitch, and I'm the biggest baddest bitch there is."

Your mother gasps. "Fiona! Stop!"

"Fiona please!" Your Aunt joins in.

She ignores them both and strides quickly from the room. You had a feeling Mr. Beckett was about to have the worst night of his life. You just prayed Fiona wouldn't go too far.