Kitchen (Dominant-Romantic)

(A/N: Periodically, a chapter will indicate the type and manner of the relationship. Here, MC is taking a dominant-romantic angle for his mom, who is a sub by nature and is looking for romance. Other types will follow and paths can be avoided, like NTR)

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You poked your head out of the bedroom and looked down the hall as Monica peered at you from the kitchen. It wasn't a big house by any measure so the two of you were bound to both hear and see rather well. "I'm good, just taking a moment to get my bearings. Need anything?"

She shook her head. "Any idea what you want to eat? The girls wanted Fried Chicken." You said a silent prayer that she didn't continue and, for once, it was granted. "Thought I'd throw together some mac and cheese and salad too."

"Sounds great!" You ducked your head back into the room and taking time, you kicked off your shoes and socks and placed them neatly by the dresser that contained your clothes. Some jerseys, your sneakers from the game, and a couple of boxers were resting on the floor and you were sure you would spend the time to clean and sort your shit soon enough, clutter you hated with a deeply rooted passion of a thousand suns. Your eyes turned to the vanity and the mirror it held in a oval frame, watching your reflection appear in front of you.

Having barely looked at your reflection in the hospital, you now looked at yourself, feeling your hand rub your chin, your neck, then the abs that were straining to break through the shirt you had somehow worn today. You were a dark brown, almost coffee brown in color, hair was close-crop, brown eyes, definitely much younger than your old look. Definitely you could see how much you had changed due to the operation. Muscles and toned body aside, the main thing that attracted your attention was in two places.

First, you had thought you were broad chested before but Darrell was built like a tank. He had well defined shoulders, muscular arms and while not bulging like some sort of cartoonish Popeye-wannabe, your arm muscles were well defined and your hands were big and thick, they radiated warmth and power from simple touch. You for sure knew why Monica seemed to love your touch.

Second? You didn't want to check it out right this second but you were sure you were packing a third leg by the size, length, and indeed girth you were packing.

Before you got caught up in it, though, you turned and walked out of the bedroom, making your way to the kitchen where you heard her talking to someone on the phone. By the way she was happily chatting and gushing about you coming home, you knew it was someone likely very close in relation to you. As she finished, you stepped in the kitchen, looking at her from the back. "Had a good talk?"

"Hmm? Oh yeah, that was mom. She wanted to know as soon as you got home. She wants to see you, she misses you." You smiled, looking at her backside, knowing that your preferences had always been for shapely women but it was just a different perspective now, you explained to Saunders, who listened to you during a conversation between the two of you. You had come clean, admitting that you were dealing with a very healthy sexual obsession with Monica but also knowing Darrell's apprehension and internal conflict over feeling and seeing his mother as a woman too. Saunders, after pondering, simply looked at you and said "it's your life now. You're Darrell Crews, not Steve Meadows. Do what you want with your new life."

She was wearing the same tights that emphasized her ass well, she was definitely thicc in the right places, and you felt your cock start to stiffen slightly. You grinned and slowly stepped up to her from behind, slipping your hands around her waist. "Baby?" she whispered, her voice choked with surprise, pleasant but still surprised, and she turned to look at you a bit puzzled.