Nate lay on his bed and struggled to hold back the tears that so desperately wanted to break free. The medication that he had taken earlier had now fully worn off, and when he asked his mom for more, she had hung her head and told him that Lester had taken them and left to go drinking.
It was all in his head, but Nate could swear he felt the metal rods and plates on his legs moving, like some infernal engine chugging along in a chorus of grinding gears. Sweat popped onto his brow as he gritted his teeth, willing the pain away.
With a gentle knock on the door, Judy entered the room, her face falling as she saw her son writhing on the bed. She placed a glass of water and a couple of dollar store aspirin on his bedside table. She wiped away the sweat on his forehead with her ever-present apron and smiled. “Do you need me to help you sit up so you can take your pills?”
Nate shook his head, grimacing as he scooted up on the lumpy mattress, the coolness of the wall feeling pleasant as he rested the back of his head on the garish wallpaper.
Handing him the glass, Judy said, “Drink slowly and swallow these pills whole. They aren’t as strong as your prescription, but they should help.”
“When can I get more?” Nate asked, swallowing the pills hungrily and washing them down with water that had a distinctly metallic taste.
“I’ll talk to the doctor tomorrow, but I can’t promise you’ll get more until this batch was supposed to run out.” Judy’s cheeks flushed as she spoke, embarrassed at her inability to properly look after her son. “I…I’m sorry. I know it must hurt.”
“We should leave,” Nate sobbed, the dam finally bursting, hot tears rolling down his fevered face. “You have money.”
Judy shook her head. “Not nearly enough.” Her tired expression took on a steely resolve as she pressed on. “Listen to me now, Nate. I am going to fix this, I promise.”
He wanted to believe his mother, wished that things would change for the better, but the words sounded hollow. They were stuck with the monster until he drank or snorted himself to death. Despite his debaucherous habits, Lester Givens appeared to be in the best of health, making his demise seem like an event scheduled decades in the future. Not wanting to add to his mother’s misery, Nate simply said, “I know, Mom.”
The moment passed as soon as the sound of the front door slamming shut reverberated around the house. That was quickly followed by Lester calling out for his wife, the effects of drugs and alcohol evident in his slurred speech.
Judy stood and straightened out her apron. She looked at her son, an unfamiliar steely resolve in her eyes. “I AM going to fix this. You trust me?” She held out a pinky, her usually trembling hand steady as a rock.
With a nod, Nate linked digits with his mom. She gave him one more look, stood straight and headed for the bedroom door. Nate watched her go, his heart feeling suddenly heavy. He always feared for his mother when Lester was drunk, which was more often than not.
Sliding under the covers, Nate rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. He imagined what life might be like in a new place, with new friends, and maybe a new man for his mom, one that might treat her right. The faintest hint of a smile touched his lips as he began to drift off to sleep.
The sound of Lester’s voice pulled him right back into the real world. He couldn’t quite make out the words, but the tone was insistent, riding roughshod over the gentle moaning sounds coming from his mom. Nate didn’t know much about sex, but he knew enough to get an idea of what was happening in his parents’ room. He pulled the pillow over his head to block out the sounds and finally did fall asleep.
Judy peeled off her clothes and slipped beneath the sheets, the cold linen producing gooseflesh across her naked body. Steeling herself, she reached over and began to rub Lester’s chest, her nails tracing a gentle path through his coarse hair.
“Waash you doin’?” Lester slurred.
“Just relax, honey.” Judy moved her hand lower, caressing soft flesh all the way, before reaching under the waistband of Lester’s boxer shorts. He wasn’t quite hard but getting there. She grabbed his cock and skillfully worked the shaft, silently praying he wasn’t too far gone to achieve an erection. It didn’t take long to get an answer, as she felt him stiffen in her hand, a soft grunt escaping his lips as she worked to keep him aroused.
As she continued to jerk Lester off, Judy spit into her free hand and rubbed her pussy. Satisfied she was wet enough, she slipped off Lester’s shorts and climbed on top in reverse. The initial penetration hurt, but as she began to move, it became more comfortable as the juices began to flow.
“Shake that dimply fucking ash, bitch,” Lester grunted, the scent of stale alcohol coming off him in waves as he began to sweat.
Ignoring the jab, Judy leaned over and pulled off his socks, which he always insisted on wearing to bed. She tied them together in a ball, lifted herself off Lester, and turned to face him.
“I’m not done yet. Get back on and let me see them saggy tittiesh.”
Ever the dutiful wife, Judy climbed back aboard and began to ride, moving as much as possible to make the bed rock. She could see that that movement was having an effect on Lester, who now looked a little green around the gills. She rode harder and faster, raising her hands above her head.
“Shlow down, woman,” Lester said, an eggy belch escaping with the last word.
Judy balled her hands together and brought them down in a hammer blow on her husband’s stomach. His eyes went wide, and his cheeks puffed out. As he opened his mouth to vomit, Judy shoved the socks into his mouth and climbed up to sit on his face, putting her whole weight on him.
Lester flailed his arms, hammering them against the mattress as he struggled to breathe, choking on the vomit that now filled his mouth. Judy held herself in place until the thrashing stopped. She put her hand to Lester’s chest and felt for a heartbeat. When she found none, she removed the socks and jumped off the bed, tossing them into the trash can in the adjoining bathroom.
In a strange state of calm, Judy put on her favorite pajamas and slid back into bed. The stench of vomit hung in the air, but rather than feeling repulsed, she felt victorious. She looked over in the direction of Nate’s room and whispered, “Told you I’d fix it.” She then rolled over and went to sleep, promising she would call the medics in the morning when she was sure Lester was good and dead.
Well that's a new one! Loving the mom more with each new entry.
The horror begins! This might not feel like "horror" to a lot of people, but for me, the memory of using sex as leverage with my abusive partner is real-world horror.
I sincerely hope Judy really does kill Lester. I want to see her make this guy bleed!