Mother's Helping Hand/Mother

"What the hell where you thinking!!" Your mom yelled at you as you stood in front of her desk in her office.

You could only look down at your feet as your mother continued to berate you about your behavior. Behavior that caused you to be removed from one of the most exclusive universities in the country.

"Peeping in to the girls dorm windows!" She continued to yell, "I know I taught you better behavior than that. I know I taught you to show more respect to other people, especially to women! Answer me! Don't just stand there, what the hell made you think that was acceptable behavior!"

You continued to stare at the floor and shuffled your feet. "I don't know," you finally respond. "I guess I was just horny."

"You were just... Oh my God..." She screams and then throws her hands into the air. "If you're that fucking horny, then go to a bar, or club, find a girlfriend, shit hire a fucking prostitute for fucks sake, but don't fucking be a fucking Peeping Tom! You know the only reason you're not in jail right now is because both the teacher and Dean involved are good friends of mine!

You look up from the floor and stare at your mom, in absolute shock.

"The scandal this could have caused! My God boy, do you ever think..."

At that moment something snapped in your brain. Years of abuse from your older sisters, mockery and teasing from your spoiled younger twin sisters and the overall tyranny from your mother for your entire life boiled over in that moment. "What the fuck are you talking about!"

Your shout silences you mother instantly. You use the moment of quiet to build your momentum as you unleash years of pent up anger and frustration upon her. "Get a girlfriend.. go to a fucking bar... Hire a prostitute... Listen to yourself. You're acting like I had a chance for any of that to work! My God mom, do you even know me... You have spent so much of your time with my sisters and your precious schools, that you don't even know your own son..."

You mother just stares at you, dumbfounded, unsure of how to respond.

"I have never had a girlfriend, not once. Fuck mom I barely had any friends, you sent Debby, Darla, Jenny and Jessy all to this fucking private school... But me no I had to fucking stay home and uproot my fucking life every few years when you found a new job, or moved up in your current one. Never in one place long enough to set roots, make friends or establish a relationship. The only female contact I ever had for any length of time was you, Being an overbearing tyrant, or my sisters when they were home for the holidays or summer breaks, and their constant bullying. Don't get me started on my male influence, Dad only around what two, three months a year, Uncle Rick who is so whipped by Aunt Lora that he can't even wipe his own ass without her input! FUCK!!!"

Your mother continues to stare at you dumbfounded. "Um... Jake..."

"No," You interrupt her, "You asked what I was thinking, now you're going to let me finish. Because of you and those bitches you call my sister's, I have no idea how to deal with women in the real world, none. I can't go to fucking bars I'm not 21, and fuck if I'm going to pay some bitch to act like she's enjoying it while I plow away into her loose-ass used up fucking cunt. Why was I peeping, because I have no fucking clue what else to do!" You scream as you drop heavily into one of the seats.

Your mom stares at you in shock. Her face pale her eyes darting around the room. "My God, son I'm so sorry, I never realized... No, I need to fix this, no son of mine is going to be a fucking Beta Cuck Soy Boy. Give me a second let me think..." She says as she gets up and paces around the room. She stops at the large picture window that overlooks the school.

You watch her, you stare at her. Your mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions. You're angry at her, but you also love her and in the heat of the moment you can't help but admire her. Over forty years old and she has the figure and body that would put most twenty year olds to shame. She looks amazing in the tight pinstripe suit jacket and skirt, with long black stockings and black pumps. You feel your cock rising in you pants just looking at her tight ass.

She doesn't look back at you as she starts to talk again, this time a lot quieter and with a more contemplative tone. "What things are you interested in Jack?"

"What?"

"Sexually Jack, what turns you on. What do you look for when you surf for porn. Be honest, I won't judge. I need to know... I want to know."

For some reason, you want to answer honestly. Something in her tone tells you she really wants to know and that she was honest when she said she wouldn't judge. "A lot of things really. School Girls, babysitters, Girl Scouts, Cheating Wives, Brides, Nuns, Incest, Mind Control, Male Domination, Slave Training... Corruption."

She turns and looks back at you, you can see tears in her eyes. I have done you a great disservice, son, and it's time I fixed that. I have at my power a way to fix this, and I'm going to, even if it destroys everything I have built here. Come here son."

You get up and walk up to her. She motions out to the window. "Look out there, what do you see?"

You look out the window. "The school, your school."

"What else?"

"Um, well the town of Larange and the surrounding communities."

"Do you want to know what I see Jack?"

"What?"

"Pussies, countless pussies, all waiting for you to claim them, and I'm going to help you do that. Pick a girl Jack, any girl, any age, student, faculty, staff, even ones in the community, married, single... I don't care, just pick her and I will do everything in my power to make her yours. I have but one rule son, you can not force yourself in anyone, if the girl says no, you try something else. You rape and traumatize a girl, son or not I'll end you.

You look out the window, who do you choose?

And so it begins