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I pulled her to the edge of the stairs and went down a couple. The steps spun as I held on to the banister with one hand and mom with the other. I hurt my knee and elbow, but I didn’t feel the pain so much as knew it was there.
But it would be quicker if I just ran in and got my phone. Not the safest choice, but that was the plan my foggy mind came up with. I grabbed my cell phone, but it wasn’t making the noise. 1 by Rachael I awoke in the night to a high-pitched beeping sound that I didn’t recognize. I picked them up and tried to figure out what to do with them. ” Staggering down the hall, which was moving back and forth for some reason, I came to a door and opened it. I spotted a pair of boxers on the floor and somehow knew that’s what I wanted. She had on a tight corset thing that was striped crimson and black. There were some kind of small clamps attached to each of her nipples with a golden chain that went up to a ring at the front of the collar she was wearing. I lifted the mask to make sure it really was my mother. It was hard to tell with only the light of the stars to go by, but it looked like a large, plastic, purple butterfly thing. She had her long blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. It was cocked sideways, but it was made of leather and had shiny silver rivets around the edges. She had on a pair of knee-high leather boots decorated with bright zippers and spikes. She wasn’t wearing underwear, but there was something strapped around her waist and covering her crotch. I had thought it was the last thing I wanted when this talk began, but it seemed like she needed to open up about everything. Lonely divorcee desperate for attention but afraid to go out on a real date with a real man in the real world. I’m still not.” She picked at invisible bits of lint on my t-shirt. I didn’t have to make any decisions, all my choices were made for me. No one wants to hear about their mother’s sex life, or lack of a sex life.” “It’s not that, really…it’s just strange to think about you that way…” Neither of us spoke for a time. I usually avoided the topic, but I didn’t feel like going through the effort at this point. I have a right to know.” “I don’t think that’s a thing. I believe you.” She rubbed my belly in a calming motion. You could have done anything and I would never have known.” It almost sounded like she wanted me to have done something. I panted as I hurried to where my mom was lying, still unconscious. I tried not to pay attention at how surprisingly long and inviting those nipples were. I wasn’t sure about the corset, so I went for the boots. The stockings came most of the way down in the process, so I took those off too. I thought I could just pull it all down like a pair of panties, but then I discovered that there was some part of it that was inside her. They were silly things to start with and I played along. But then they got a bit…racy.” I wanted to stop her, but at the same time I wanted to hear more. I could just turn my brain off and give complete control to someone else. We should go back to the hospital for more tests.” She laughed and pushed against me playfully. “You’re such a handsome boy, a great personality, good body…I don’t understand why you don’t have a girlfriend…or three.” She was always pestering me about this. If the carbon monoxide didn’t kill her, then she’d die of embarrassment if the police or EMTs saw her like this. She looked beautiful in the soft light of the moon. Next, I unclipped the things attached to her nipples. Reaching around behind her neck, I found the buckle and undid the collar. It was harmless at first, but then one of them started giving me these little dares. “All right, if we’re not going to talk about my sex life, then let’s talk about yours.” “I think that gas did something to you, Mom. ” “You’re holding onto it right now.” Why the fuck couldn’t I keep my mouth shut? “So, a lot like mine then.” She propped herself up on one elbow and looked at me. I was scared for her, but I couldn’t get over what she was wearing. “I made some friends online not long after your father and I split up. You were so excited the time your hand was finally bigger than mine. You were all grown up.” She laced her fingers with mine and squeezed. You’ve become a man.” “I’m not even eighteen yet.” “Age isn’t what makes you a man.” There was more, but she left it unsaid.