Take initiative

I sighed and leaned back onto the bed pillow behind me.

"Fuck..." I breathed.

Nothing but the subtle wavering buzz of the ceiling fan, along with my deep breathing, could be heard throughout the room. Well, that's not entirely true; there are obviously other sounds out there. Such as my clock ticking, the air conditioning unit's steady hum, and running water coming from the kitchen...

..Wait

Running water...

*C~Clannk*

Amy's in the kitchen. The noise has got to be coming from her. She said she'd be making dinner in a bit, and a bit is just how long it took me to cum.

Shit...

I still feel some level of guilt over my perverted libido. Though, honestly, not as much as I used to for some reason...

I'm a straight male living with an attracted lesbian couple and a sister who's just as hot. It's not surprising for me to naturally "want" them. If anything...

"It's natural to have urges and desires..."

I blinked with a frown.

Woah, time seemed to jump for a moment, almost like I had spaced out, and... Did I say that aloud?

Whatever, I feel bad and... At least I should feel bad but, I "feel safe..." and "free to experiment..." There's... There's nothing wrong with experimentation, and that's what I'm doing when I use pictures of Amy to stroke one off. It's only my urges and desires acting up, and that's all entirely natural; besides, masturbating while thinking about her, Elise, or my sister isn't anything more than just me experimenting these feelings with myself..

Yeah... Yeah. I shouldn't feel guilty. Sure, There's porn on the internet... Literally everywhere... Just a search away... But I'm safest in my home! And experimenting with the desires I have with people who love me isn't something I need to hate myself over.

Speaking of experiments, I'm free to do that anytime in this house. Amy may not want me to poke my nose in places where they don't belong, but the encounter we just had left too many questions on the table. What was with that tablet? My usually timid and yielding mother stood her ground when it came to that device; it's clear she didn't want me asking questions or even getting myself near it.

But why?

Elise would definitely be considered to stand as "The Man of The House." She's typically the one who says, "This is what's going to be done, and these are the rules you are to follow." So Amy tends to take a back when it comes to asserting the power of authority she also holds since she doesn't necessarily need to do so too often. But when she does stand her ground and say, "No." Nine times out of then, there's a reason.

And the effect that device had on her might be the reason. She said something about it coming from Mom's job.

Elise tends to keep her line of work on the down-low for some reason. All we know is that she got a new job one day, then after a few weeks, she got promoted and had to spend more time there and less at home. It was strange, she's usually very open, but apparently, her work had sworn a normally vocal person into a life of secrecy.

Amy seems to be the only person who understands what Elise does for work.

She has been known to tinker in her off time, and occasionally Elise will bring back a product for her to work on.

From what I gathered from the items she has brought back in the past, Elise works at a relaxation firm that just designs shit to help people sleep or alleviate stress; but I have never been able to gather the specifics. Actually, seeing the effects of those devices in action is a first for me.

The tablet's sounds appeared to render Amy's mind into a relaxed state nearly instantly. She probably went into my room with the intention of turning it off, but between entering the room and going to the tablet, she just zoned out. Is it even legal to produce a product that can render someone close to mindless in just a few seconds?

There's a high chance that I'm overselling things, but the way Amy asserted herself and denied me access to the tablet once she regained consciousness gives me the feeling that she doesn't want me to know what she knows.

But that just makes me want to experiment. Something I am free to do in this house...

I shook away the foggy feeling that entered my head and rose up off the bed. The sounds of someone working in the kitchen were clear; no doubt, Amy will be spending some time cooking up something delicious.

Upon exiting my room and entering the hall, I stood still for a moment to listen. Amy's soft exotic voice could be heard humming something to herself.

Alright. I just had to confirm...

Charlie was still at the gym... Probably... She might be hanging at her friend's house by now, regardless she isn't home.

That leaves Elise. She is the main optical here; my plan to figure out more about the tablet meant I had to go into my parent's bedroom. I'm sure that's where Amy left it since it's the most restrictive place in the house.

I have to hope she's asleep. If Amy knows what the tablet can do, there's no doubt Elise is even more knowledgeable, being that she's the one who brought it home in the first place.

The door to the master bedroom creaked despite me trying my best to be discrete as I opened it.

"M..Mm ..Mom?" I whispered.

The room was dark, but on the bed and beneath the blanket's thin sheet, I could see Elise's figure resting.

She didn't respond.

Good.

It's odd to see her decide to sleep so early, but for some reason, every day after work, she just feels obligated to call it in almost immediately.

I slipped into the room and quietly made my way to her bed.

Standing beside it, I could see my mother's brown hair spilling across her shoulders like a brunette-tinted wave. Her back was to me, but she breathed ever so calmly; it was peaceful standing behind her.

Seeing her sleep so well is nice to see. With her working ten-hour shifts every day, I guess it's a bit selfish for me to be asking her to spend time with me when she could be using it to rest.

But I wasn't here to observe my mother sleep.

I turned around and began to look for the tablet. Amy would probably place it on her side of the room. But her spot on the bed was empty, and her nightstand was vacant of the tablet.

My search around the room led me to Elise's side of the bed; I checked a table against the wall and opened a few cabinets.

Everywhere I looked, I found myself left with nothing.

Well, that is until I went back to Amy's side and pulled open the top drawer in her nightstand.

It sat right there, basically the first place I looked.

With a sigh, I picked up the tablet-esk device and closed the drawer.

Unfortunately, in my haste, closing the drawer turned out to be much louder than I anticipated. It slammed shut, creating a brief yet loud bout of noise to echo through the room. Elise made the cutest groggy grunt I may have ever heard, and she shifted on the bed, her head turned around.

"Hheey babe..." Her voice came out as a quiet slur. "You came to sleep with... M.. Me..."

I instinctively gulped and stood in place. Should I run for it? Dunk down? Pretend I just walked in here?

Honestly, I had no idea.

"W.. Willam?" Elise said after a few seconds of squinting.

I noticed her tired eyes attempting to make me out through the dark and looked down.

Without giving it too much thought, I started to fiddle with the device and search for a way to turn it on.

"Will?" Elise repeated. She shifted up to one side, and I could see the shirt she wore was oversized; it draped over her right shoulder so much so that her bra strap could be spotted and followed a fair way down her chest. "What are you..."

*Click*

I found a small switch on the side of the device, and the tablet screen flashed to life. Its light was an ocean blue and not something I expected as its suddenness nearly blinded me.

"Is that?" Quickly appearing a bit more alarmed and awake, she moved from resting on her side and sat up. "Is that the..."

"Hey, Mom," I said to interrupt her. "I just wanted to... I wanted to talk to you."

"You... What? I... What's going on Willia..."

A few seconds after the device turned on, a familiar and faint buzzing sound began to play from its speakers. It was nearly unnoticeable, but I felt myself feeling rather drowsy and...

"..William..." She finished her sentence with a heavy breath. The sound was having an effect on her.

*Yawn*

I paused with my hand over my mouth. Shit, and it was having an effect on me.

After one look at the tablet, I dropped it onto my parent's bed and covered my ears. If Amy served as enough evidence, listening to this thing for too long would leave me basically entranced.

"I just wanted... I wanted to talk to you." I repeated myself.

Elise sat up on her bed and was staring at the device. Her lips frowned, and her brow was furrowed. "That... You shouldn't..." She blinked a few times, with each blink being slower than the last. "Turn.. Turn it off... And... Tu'h.. Thhmm'h... Turn... Turn it off now... I..."

"Mom," I repeated again, with the hope being to take control of the conversation. This device's sound seems to make one tired and suggestible, meaning it's a double edge sword; I could suggest something to her, but she could also suggest something to me. Though, in this instance, she was literally asleep, so even though she is no doubt aware of what this device can do, I'm sure I'll be able to take charge here. "I just want to talk to you..."

"William... You.. You want to.. T.. To... Tooo... To talk to me?" She completely forgot, or either didn't care to fit her top; it draped nearly halfway down her shoulder, and the full right side of her bra was revealed, baring a part of her beautiful cleavage. Her breasts weren't anything close to Amy's, but she had an average-sized rack that filled the smaller bra cups she wore.

"Yes. ... I really just want to-"

"Turn the... Turn it off first... Sw... Sweety..." Her usually calm and assertively slick voice was a confused, tired whisper.

Shit. Okay. My plan to wave away her order by making a statement of my own, that being my want to talk to her, wasn't enough. She knew that the device could make her suggestable and clearly was doing her best to resist it, despite it being on the bed beside her and close enough that she could turn it off herself. I guess in her tired state, two and two didn't click together.

"Sorry, Mom," I said. "But you just-"

"No... N.. Nonono... Willaim... Don't say.. Anything'h..." She made a move to cover her ears. Then blinked. Restricting herself from the bulk of the device's mind-numbing buzz must've helped her regain some form of logic; she looked over to the tablet as if realization just struck her.

That's when I saw her reach for the tablet to turn it off.

"I miss you!" I blurted before even thinking over the words.

Elise's fingers were a few feet away from the tablet when her hand froze. She blinked, with only one hand covering her ear; her other was exposed to the device's hum, and my words clearly had an effect on her.

I noticed her hesitance and pressed on.

"I miss you Mom... I just, I just miss spending time with you."

"You miss... Honey, I... I... mMMMmmng'h...." She let out a soft moan while her face was scrunched up in a look of confusion. How Amy fell under so easily while Elise resisted it heartily, considering how she was abruptly awoken from her slumber, it's surprising.

"Mom. Stop." I eyed her fingers, now just a few inches away from the device's off switch, they wavered in place.

Okay. My words were doing something. But her resistance seems to also be just as effective. And I don't even know how this thing works or how effective it is; can I just tell her to go outside naked and flash everyone she sees? Because clearly she still has a say in the matter, despite me telling her to stop, her fingers were still inching forward at a snail-like pace.

Elise's outstretched hand grazed the edge of the switch.

"Mom!" I said, now stepping forward. Simply talking isn't enough. I have to do something else. The device's toneless buzz is the only thing giving me a leg to stand on here.

*Click*

Elise sighed as if her effort to switch off the musical device had left her entirely drained. She was now partly on her knees and dropped the hand from her ear to rest it on the bed's surface.

Her shirt cascaded over her shoulder to the point where I could make out both of her bra-clad breasts hanging down from her chest while she arched herself forward. "Do not..." She took a few heavy breaths and grabbed hold of the device. "Touch thi..."

Before she could finish her sentence. I placed my hand on hers. She blinked up at me with her tired eyes, yet she looked stunning despite her state.

"Will-"

I took the device from her hands.

..Or, I tried to. But she held onto it with a firm grasp. Not something I expected with how tired she was, but I guess without the music playing, she had regained more self-control.

So instead, I had to make a compromise.

While keeping my hand on hers, I flipped the switch, and the device turned back on. Instantly it resumed playing its mindless humming tune. Elise flinched and made a move to cover her ears.

But I was quicker.

I grasped her other hand, leaving the two of us staring at each other face to face. Yes... Now would be an unfortunate time for someone else to walk in.

Elise looked into my eyes with her deep tired gaze. She opened her mouth.

"Listen to me." I was quick to speak before she could. By merely listening to this tune, I could feel my mind growing blank. It would be incredibly easy to lose focus of myself; how my mother managed to resist is beyond me.

It was clear she wanted to say something, but as both of our ears were fully exposed to the distracting buzz, I assumed whoever took control of the conversation would be the one with the most influence. So, obviously, I didn't want to hear what she had to say.

"Please. Mom, just..." The constant buzz was getting to me; I could sense my thoughts slurring with each passing second.

Shit. Focus.

"T.. Turn..." Elise said. She wasn't fairing much better either. "It..."

Turn it off. Turn it off.

She's clearly trying to formulate the sentence, ''Turn it off.'' And if she says it, I'm pretty sure I'd do it; with how mucky my head is feeling, I'm sure I'd do anything she'd say.

I need to shut her up.

"M.. Mom..." I **** the words out. Then paused.

Elise's gaze shifted from me to the device, then back to me. She opened her mouth to prepare to say something.

"Turn... Of... T.. The-"

"Listen to me M-"

"No." Elise snapped rather suddenly. Her eyes glistened through the darkness of the room. She was feeding on some willpower I certainly didn't have. "You listen..."

Well, maybe I should listen...

...I

This back and forward wasn't looking good for me. She's a grown woman with experience in whatever this device is, and I'm an eighteen-year-old brat who has no real grasp on what he's doing.

Well, that's not entirely true...

"You are..." Elise stuttered but found her words and continued. "Are not to touch..."

"You always do this..."

She stopped. Her eyes, ever so dark and tired, looked into mine with a hint of a question. "What...?" The words came out through a quiet breath.

Yes.

She's listening. And with a look into her eyes, it was hard to tell, but they hint a slight hint of a glossy tint to them. Not

When I directly told her to do something, she seemed to be able to resist. Even telling her to listen didn't do well. It's like some part of her is actively aware that she must push back against me if I tell her something. She knows that with this device on, my words can influence her. So it's no surprise.

But when I said anything about wanting to talk to her. A part of her showed a willingness to hear me out. That caring side of her is more suggestible or open towards what I have to say.

Maybe that's the side of her I need to talk to since giving her orders isn't getting me anywhere.

"Every time..." I continued speaking, "You never want to talk to me... And when I try to talk to you... You push me away."

Elise stared at me in silence with a mouth parted slightly open. "Will.. I..." She blinked and frowned. She looked at my hand, which still covered her's and the device. "You need to just... Just turn..."

"You did it again," I said. Then continuing to press forward in my attempt to speak to her motherly side. "Do you care about me?"

"What... William. Of course... I..." She blinked multiple times, her gaze slowly lifting up from the device to look at me. "I do... I always do... Why... Why are you asking?"

"Because every time you push me away." I found that ignoring the background hum from the device became more comfortable as I spoke without much thought. The words came on their own, almost like they were just waiting to come out. "I want you, Mom. I want to talk to you. Because you never want to be with me..."

"... Wil... Willi-"

"Please, Mom... Please... Can you just talk to me?"

"I... Th..." Her eyes wavered. I could see the struggle; it was clear. One part of her wanted to say, ''Yes, of course.'' While the other half tried to get her to say, "Not now.. Turn that off.''

"T... The musi..."

"Stop pushing me away."

"I'm.. Not... Just stop..."

"Please..."

That word did something.

Elise closed her eyes for an elongated second, then opened them to exhale a warm puff of air.

Her attention left the device completely and centered directly on me. I felt her hand slip away from the music player thing and rise up to gently cup my cheek. When her eyes landed on mine, I could faintly see through the darkroom that they were phased over with a much more noticeable glossy tint.

"Of course, honey..." She breathed.

With that said, she shifted back to a relaxed position on her side. She rested her head against a pillow and pulled back the thin bed sheet.

"Come here." One slender arm stretched out so that she could pat her hand on the opposing side of the bed. Right where Amy typically sleeps beside her.

With the bedsheet no longer draped over the majority of her body, I could make out just how shapely her hips, thighs, and upper legs were. She wore nothing but panties underneath the undersized top. And now that I gave it some more thought, that shirt must be Amy's; it was too short, only reaching halfway down Elise's stomach. And what a stomach that was, toned and curved to a near-perfect hourglass shape; all the fat she had developed over the years found rest not there, but in her bubbly ass and meaty thighs.

I had to put my appreciation towards the amazing body my mother developed and perfectly maintained aside. She wanted me to get in the bed with her, something I can only recall her doing once in the past. Obviously, before she got her current job, that basically left her enslaved to her work. But still, even if she didn't have a job that caused her to spend less and less time with her family, something like sleeping with her isn't a common thing. Especially considering the age of her kids.

Amy is much more openly affectionate and likely to do so, where Elise is more of a strict, loving-mother type.

But that device brought out Elise's caring side to full ****, seeing how she fully expected me to lay in bed with her. Not that I'm complaining. I got in bed after placing the music player on Amy's nightstand.

Elise did glance at it. For a second, I could see her foggy eyes waver a bit, but then when I stepped onto the bed with her, she looked at me, and her eyes glossed over again. She smiled and put and covered me with the bedsheet before letting her arm blanket over me.

"I love you..." She spoke softly; her presence was close enough that her breath bounced against my face. "Don't forget that..."

I won't forget that... I felt my mind space out, and I had to shake away the foggy feeling. Of course, she loves me; she loves her whole family. I imagine she doesn't work ten hours every day of the week just because it's fun.

"I won't.." I say. "But, I just feel like you don't want to be around me sometimes."

"William..." Elise pulled me closer to her as if we weren't close enough; her body was so warm, perfectly shaped and... Wait... Wait, the music was still playing, and she's the one talking. "That's not true... You. Charlie. Your mother... Everything I do is for you..."

That is when I felt her pillowy lips press themselves on my forehead; she planted a long soft, and surprisingly wet kiss.

I love her. She's the perfect Mom. Except. She's a workaholic. I fully believe that she does everything for her family, but at a certain point, she needs to spend time to be with and enjoy what she worked to establish. Now, I didn't say that. Even though maybe I should have. There's a chance that I could use this music player to ''fix'' her, so to speak.

But no, I can't do much with her being consciously awake. At least, I'm not sure. Amy appeared to accept everything I said when she was wholly entranced. But Elise didn't soak in things so effortlessly.

At least, while she was awake, she didn't.

---

It took a few minutes, but Elise eventually fell back to sleep. A much greater slumber than before; I can only assume the music had a say in that. It was hard not to space out myself; I had to close my eyes and focus on righting the music; with how faint and easily forgettable it was, it's not an easy task. But I found that listening for the buzz and noticing just how loud and out of place it truly helped dismiss its effect.

If I could have fought off the effects, Elise could definitely do the same, but fortunately, I convinced her to prioritize me over the device, and she happily ignored it to cuddle with me.

And that's what can only describe what she was doing.

''Cuddling''

She had her arm hooked around me, close enough that I could smell the aroma of shampoo from her hair that seeped onto her pillow. While not anything too large, her breasts brushed against my chest; the contact was faint, but I could clearly sense her bra-clad bosom just slightly grazing against me as she breasted. That brief contact teased me to no end; the primal part of me wanted nothing more than to shift closer to mash her chest against me. Or to reach down, as she had literally nothing covering her bottom half, to caress her thighs, which were better than any thighs or legs I have ever seen throughout my years scavenging the horny side of the internet.

But, I held myself back. And the fruits of my labor stood right in front of me...

...Or, rather laid in front of me.

Elise was out of it. She had her mouth open, with a thin stream of drool that trickled down the corner of her lips. The woman who was usually relatively quiet while sleeping now had much more audible breaths, though she wasn't snoring.

She fell asleep with her arm still around me, but I managed to slip out of her grasp without her waking from her slumber.

Shifting myself off the bed. I made a move to turn off the device but stopped myself.

Last time, the player shut off on its own with Amy, and she woke up nearly instantly. There were clearly some bugs, or generally some kind of error, that caused Elise to bring it back for Amy to look at. But regardless, I didn't want Elise to enter a light state of sleep again, so I decided on another course of action.

I exited the master bedroom after glancing into the hall to make sure no one noticed me. It was nothing more than luck that Amy didn't feel the need to come back to her room while I was in there; hopefully, she won't be done cooking anytime soon since I'm not done experimenting on her wife.

After confirming that Amy was still blissfully unaware in the kitchen, I snaked back to my room and passed my sister's door, which was closed shut. Charlie must've returned home since it was open when I left before; the light from inside shone through the cracks of the door, and I could hear her recognizable voice chatting aloud to herself.

She was probably on the phone with someone. But whatever, I didn't come here to see what my sister was up to. I went into my room and found two earbuds resting on my desk. After picking them up, I was back in the master bedroom with Elise still fast asleep.

Both buds rested fastly in my ears. I wasn't sure if they would actually help me in tuning out the musical buzz, but really there was a lot still up in the air. That's the point of testing.

Already I could feel noticeably less distracted. Before, I could faintly feel my mind succumbing and had to actively remind myself not to go mindless. So I guess the earbuds are already an improvement.

And that left just Elise and me...

"Mom..." My voice came out a bit hesitant. But after a second, I continued on with more certainty. "Can you hear me?"

Now, I didn't know what I expected. But since she was asleep, some part of me assumed she wouldn't respond. That's why I was taken aback when her mouth opened out, and she responded to my question with a tonelessness. "Yes..."

I stood still for a bit to take in what happened.

She resisted it so well before, so to see her like this and to hear her voice that was usually sharp and crystal-like speak with absolutely no emotion... It was... Well... It was somewhat hot?

"You can hear me?"

"Yes."

Sometime between me leaving and returning, Elise shifted her head to the other side of the bed, facing the wall clad with a window covered by closed curtains. I moved over to her side and stood directly before her.

"Can you hear me?"

"..Yes."

Why was I getting so turned on over Elise saying something as simple as ''Yes''? Was it the power behind it? The idea that I was making her talk? Or maybe the lack of any of her typically calm and collected crispy voice was completely lacking as she replied. Maybe both.

"If you can hear me." I bent down, so her face was a few feet away from mine. "Say yes."

I could hear the wet sound of the moisture and spit that rested in her mouth squelch as her lips opened, and with closed eyes, she responded, "Yes."

Holy shit... I should be turned on by just making her say yes.

But the fact that I was making her do anything... That did turn me on...

"Mom. Can you..." I gulped. And looked over her body coated by a thin sheet that did nothing to hide her long and curved legs attached to a full hip. "Show me your legs?"

Without noticing, I licked my lips and stared at her legs in anticipation for her to pull down the sheet like she did before to reveal her bare legs.

"No." Elise said.

I blinked.

"What?"

"No."

Uh... Wh.. Why is she saying no? I thought she was asleep and in a mindless state. Is she still able to resist even when she's not consciously aware?

I...

Or is it because I asked her to show me?

"Mom. Show me your legs."

"No."

Okay, what the hell?

"Umm... Why, not?"

"You should not be looking at my legs. And I should not show you them."

Alright, I guess I still have much to learn here because I don't understand. It's not like asking her to show me her legs is anything special; she does it all the time without meaning to. Anytime we went to the beach or pool, or if it's hot out and she wears shorts. I've seen how smooth, tasty, and curved her meaty legs are. And I didn't need a mind-numbing music device to do that.

Also, how the hell is she able to resist when she's asleep and entranced? Is Amy just extremely weak willed or something? Or is Elise an unbreakable god who can never be controlled by anyone or anything?

Well, she won't show me her legs herself. But she's asleep. Nothing is stopping me from peeling down the sheets to look at them myself.

So, being careful, I did just that. And moved the white bedsheets down Elise's body as discreetly as I could muster. Just like before, I was graced by the sight of her full thighs leading down two a set of thick, long legs that managed to still somehow be slender yet somewhat muscular.

I wish I could touch them or at least have my phone, so I could take pictures of Elise in this state, but since I lacked the option to do either, gawking was all I could do.

"Mom..." I said while my eyes still trailed each curvy arch of her leg and up to her thighs that were full of juicy strong meat. "You... You really... So said you love us. Is that true?"

"Yes." She said it before, and I do believe her. But... I wanted to hear her say it in this state... Just to be sure.

"You. Um... You... Will you lie to me?"

"What do you mean?" In response to my question, Mom's face scrunched up slightly, displaying a sign of confusion. And at that, I wasn't quite sure if she was really asleep.

Though, she had a point. I could have phrased that question better.

"Would you lie to me?"

"Yes."

Okay.. That's fair. I shouldn't be upset; I have lied to her countless times. Sometimes it's just second nature. But I had to ask. "Why? In what context would you lie to me?"

"If you asked me something that you should not know. I may lie to you instead of saying that I can not tell you."

"Were you lying before when you said you love me?"

"No."

"Are you lying?"

"No."

Alright, but how can I be sure she's not lying now? "Mom, can you give me an example of something I should not or am not allowed to know?"

"Yes."

I watched her lips move to reply to my question and waited.

After a few seconds of her continuing to breathe softly with her eyes closed, I realized my problem. "Mom. Give me an example of something I should not know."

"My job."

"What about your job?"

"I cannot tell you anything about it."

"So... If I asked you something about it. Would you lie to me?"

Elise waited a few seconds to respond. The question must have left her in need to think, as I could sense her frowning through her sleep-ridden state. Eventually, she responded with. "It depends on the context."

"Explain what you mean."

"I would try to avoid answering the question. Maybe by telling you to do something or changing the subject."

Her reply was true. I can recall past times where I had asked her questions about her job, and despite her being open to talking about it the first week, after a certain point, she began to act very secretively and never gave out any information. But there was something wrong with her response.

"You didn't answer my question, Mom. If you had to reply, and I asked you about your job, would you lie to me?"

"Yes."

..Damn... I shouldn't be upset by that. Like I said, I've lied to her face a few times before. But, shit... I don't know; my lies were about random perverted things that I know she wouldn't like. But her randomly lying about her job. Something that she doesn't need to lie about, somewhat hurt.

I could understand something else, but her job? Why does she need to lie about that? It's not needed.

"So you love me. Right? Is that a lie?"

"No." She replied instantly.

"Do you love Charlie?"

"Yes."

"Do you love Amy?"

"Yes."

Elise's responses came out instantly after each question; I could only assume they were true. She said them without even needing to think. Why would she lie about that?

But also.. Why would she lie about her work?

"Have you ever considered leaving Amy?" I asked her rather suddenly. It's a question that crossed my mind once before. I didn't like to think about it since I loved both of my Moms. But with the way Elise seems to be out more than here with us, my mind can only wonder.

"No!" Elise said. Her voice has raised a level; her tone took me back. All the past questions she answered blankly, but apparently, the thought of leaving Amy caused more emotion.

From the way she reacted alone, I had to believe her. Which is comforting. Elise and Amy seem to be truly in love; it's good that their marriage isn't in any real danger, at least from what I know of so far.

But still, I'm skeptical over what I can and can't trust from my Mom. After getting that job, she's been.. Different...

But maybe something can be done with that trust issue..

"Mom. You will always tell me the truth."

"No." She said blankly.

Okay, shit. That didn't work. Let me try another approach.

"Mom. You said you love me. Were you telling the truth?"

"Yes."

"So, you love me?"

"Yes."

"And yet, you'll lie to me?"

"I..." Her voice stuttered for a moment. "Y.. Yes."

"Why?"

"Because some things I can't tell you."

"You instead will lie to someone you love instead of being honest and telling them they can't know?"

She was silent for a few moments.

"..Yes..."

Fuck.

"Mom," I said, now trying another approach. "When you lie to me, it hurts. Your lies hurt me. Do you like hurting me?"

Elise frowned.

"No."

"But your lies hurt me. Why would you lie to me?"

"I... Some things I can't tell you."

"Would you willingly hurt someone you love?"

"No."

"Okay. But Mom, when you lie to me, it hurts."

"Some things I can't tell you."

She keeps saying that...

"Yes. I understand. But you love me, right?"

"Yes."

"And you will not willingly hurt someone you love. Correct?"

"No."

"Would you ever lie to me?"

"Yes."

Holy shit, we're going in fucking circles here! I don't know how this mind fucking shit works. After a pause, I thought over what she had said. And something came to mind.

"Mom, you will NEVER willingly hurt someone you love. Nod your head if you agree and understand that." I watched as Mom nodded her head, with her eyes still closed. "Okay. You are fine with that... You love me. And that's the absolute truth. Nod your head if you agree." Her head bobbed. "Okay. So you will NEVER willingly hurt me because you love me? I am someone you love, and thus you will not willingly hurt me."

"Yes.." She breathed.

Good.. Okay, moment of truth.

"So. You love me. As someone, you love you will never willingly hurt me. But your lies hurt me. I'm telling you that now. Your lies hurt me, Mom. They hurt, and if you truly do love me. If you are not lying when you say you honestly love me, you will not lie to me because your lies hurt."

She was silent as my words soaked in. Then her lips parted open, a single thin strand of saliva was attached to both lips.

Before she could speak, I decided to reassert myself. "If you love me. And were not lying, you will never want to willingly hurt me. Whenever you lie to me, it hurts, So Mom, if your love for me is true, you will not harm me by lying. You will not lie to me."

I sighed and took a step back. I trailed my eyes over my tall mother's sleeping figure and watched in silence as she opened her mouth and said.

"Yes."

I blinked.

Holy shit-

Did I do-

I-

Hold up.

"Mom. If I ask you something that I should not know. Will you lie?"

"No."

"You won't lie to me?"

"I will not lie to you."

"Why?"

"Because.. I love you."

I opened my mouth.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

"Mom says it's time for dinner!" Charlie's voice shouted from outside. It was full of sarcastic dismissiveness; she no doubt and absolutely didn't want to go anywhere near my room, but if Amy told her to get me, she didn't have a choice.

But in this case, I was somewhat pleased she hated me so much as to not even bother opening my door; she would have realized I wasn't in my room. Then if she told Amy, the Korean mother would lose her mind and freak out wondering where I could have gone this late.

My sister's footsteps approached the door to the master bedroom, and the moment I heard her hand jiggle the doorknob, I instinctively ducked down behind the large bed.

Light sped into the room and shone a single ray, which illuminated the spot I was just standing. I didn't see, but I could only assume that Amy had told my sister to see if Elise was awake along with getting me. Though I'm not sure why Amy even bothers since Elise is always asleep by this time and seldom eats dinner with the family anymore.

"Mommy?" Charlie's voice came out unnaturally soft and docile as she asked if Elise was away. She has always been doting towards Elise and showed a soft side that I'm not allowed to see ever since she decided to hate me.

Elise didn't respond. This took me by surprise since I thought she would respond to anyone in this state, but Charlie must have been so quiet and polite in the way that she addressed her mother that Elise genuinely didn't hear her daughter's tiny voice.

Charlie took the lack of response as an answer to the dinner question she was no doubt going to ask and closed the door.

I breathed out a sigh and stood back up beside the bed.

Elise continued to sleep peacefully. And I simply enjoyed watching her.

She was so beautiful... And an amazing mother, she works ten to twelve hours, sometimes seven days a week, just for us. I couldn't even fucking begin to imagine doing that.

After getting one last look at her perfectly shaped legs. I grabbed the sheet and recovered her.

My mom continued to silently snooze. And I gave her one last once-over. It would be nice to see if the wordplay I had to go through just to get her to agree that she would never lie to me actually paid off. But I could do that later; right now, I need to get into the kitchen before my other mom starts asking questions.

As I made my way around the bed, I looked over the music-playing tablet and decided to take it with me. Maybe I could run some more ''experiments'' with it before Amy realized I took it.

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