“Hey mom… how was spin class?”
“Good.”
Garrett knew his mother well enough to know that the strained smile she wore belied an intense anger bubbling underneath the surface. He also noticed her glare directed at his arm around Emily’s waist.
She was jealous!
Still fuming at his mother for her various slights, Garrett was eager for some payback. He curled his arm around the schoolgirl tighter, bringing her even closer.
“This is Emily Bonnett, from school.”
Her jaw clenched as she watched her handsome son snuggle up to the ugly, overtanned hussy with whore earrings and non-existent tits. The mother inside Kristen fumed at her for driving her son to this last resort.
“H- hi, Mrs. Bunker… I was just about to leave,” the girl croaked, astute enough to know that she was currently unwanted.
“Hello, Emily. It’s nice to meet you. Have a good afternoon.”
“I’ll see her out.”
Garrett walked her to the door. Ensuring that their goodbye was well within his mother’s sight, he embraced Emily so passionately that she left the house dizzy in love.
As soon as the door closed, Kristen snapped, her legitimate anger exponentially fiercer from the jealously and sexual need that made her womb itch maddeningly.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I can’t believe I have to come home to you plugging some teen skank!”
“I thought you were going to be out with your friends until later,” Garrett coldly replied.
“Well, they cancelled,” Kristen shouted, his reasonable response making her even angrier. “T-that’s not the point though! You’re being disgusting!”
Garrett had had enough.
“Oh bullshit,” he muttered as he started to walk away.
“WHAT?! What did you say?”
Kristen walked up to him and grabbed his arm.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you. You do not get to talk-”
The teen turned around, towering over her.
“I said BULLSHIT. You’re not disgusted – you’re just jealous.”
“Wha-?” Kristen mouthed, backing away.
Garrett began pacing towards her, “You’re jealous that I’m with somebody else. Jealous that I’m having sex with somebody else.”
Kristen tried to raise her voice, but she could only whisper, “I thought I told you we wouldn’t talk about that anymore.”
Garrett had finally walked her back against the wall. He towered over her, his hands bracing his lean against the wall two feet above her, and brought his face close to hers.
“I didn’t. You did. You want me to talk about it.”
“I- I…”
Kristen found herself looking up at her strapping, handsome son – teenager or not, he certainly looked at her like a man does at his woman. Her anger disappeared and the speech she had prepared had been forgotten. All she knew was the throbbing deep in her belly. Her nostrils flared. The hairs on her skin stood up. Her already moist panties began to wet anew.
“You’re jealous that I’ve replaced you with someone. Angry that I don’t need you anymore.”
She didn’t bother denying the truth. Her eyes gazed into his in complete submission. He could reduce her to tears with one cruel word.
To her surprise, his gaze softened and the lines in his face softened.