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Chapter 7 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

How do things go? Has the food arrived?

Things get worrying with mom.

When I got back to our table I expected mom to be furious with me, and scared she might cause some kind of scene. Despite my panic in the bathroom, mommy didn’t seem to think anything was going on. And though she didn’t

She grabbed my chin again, that controlling way she's always liked to, and **** my lips close enough for a kiss. Terror pierced my bosom, but mommy didn't steal the kiss, she just held me close to stare into my eyes; she must've seen how scared I was, but she didn't say anything. She simply smiled like a tigress hunched over her prey.

"Ah, I see." My mommy said, looking right at my lashes, "Did you excuse yourself to change your makeup? Good idea, all that mascara was making you look kinda slutty. Now you look like momma's good little man~"

"Uh-huh, I-" Were the only words I could get through my terrified stammer. But before my composure could crack, God blessed me with Her mercy, and our food arrived.

Mom dug into her steak with refinement, but wasn’t focused on her meal. Just a couple minutes into the meat, my momma brought something up out of the blue. "Lucas, promise me you won't end up like these stupid men."

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, my salad hardly touched between my anxious thoughts.

"I mean that a good boy like you should never have to work for money. Instead of having a strong woman like me to protect and control them, these slutty waiters have to spend time out of the house, away from their kids..." She set down her utensils, and grabbed my hand tightly in hers as she said, "I would never want that kind of life for you Lucas. Promise me you'll never leave your mommy’s arms."

“P-promise!?” I blurted out in shock.

“Yes, and I need you to seal this promise with a kiss.” She said, pushing her cleavage out towards me. “Your dear old lady has taken you on a fancy date, and a boy should indulge a woman’s basest desires if he’s getting treated like a prince. Any woman would be furious if a boy turned down a romantic kiss in a restaurant like this~”

Her handsome red lips puckered, and my mom leaned in close to my face again, but…

Will I actually kiss my cruel mother? Or do I risk ticking her off?

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