Chapter 4: Third Card

It was dinner time, but I wanted to get to sleep where dreams of what the new card might hold dance in my head, like a kid at Christmas ... well, a kid hoping to find a sex-crazed mother under the tree at least.

I was brought back to reality by the salad put in front of me by my mother. I looked at the counter, and didn't see a second course. Even some sandwiches would have been better. The salad didn't even have a speck of meat or cheese.

"Come on Mom, really? Isn't there any meat left from lunch."

"Don't be picky, Jake," she replied between bites. "Your sister started a diet, and this is to help her out."

"Yeah Jake," Tanya joined in. "Mom was really nice to do this for me. You shouldn't be complaining anyway. You could stand to lose a bit of weight," and then she silently mouthed 'fatty' while Mom wasn't looking.

"Oh, come on. With all that working out, you could use a bit of use a bit of protein. No guy is going to want you if you look like a stick."

"Mom!"

"Quiet, you two," Mom sighed. "Tanya, Jake is right. Just because you're on a diet, the rest of the household shouldn't have to change." Then to me, "What would you like, Jake?"

"Uh ... a sandwich? I think there's turkey left. I can make it myself."

"Nonsense. It isn't your job to make dinner. If I put the salad in the sandwich, would that be acceptable? I'd still prefer you ate a balanced meal." She had already gotten up, and taken my plate.

"Um ... sure?" My mind was racing. Had I found a new sub-trigger already?

Tanya looked annoyed.

"Mom, I think you've been very indulgent with Jake lately."

Mom looked over from the counter at her.

"Oh really? I could say the same thing about you, young lady. You didn't ask if I could make you a seperate dinner. You just handed me a list of acceptable diet food and assumed the family would join in. That sounds pretty indulgent of me, doesn't it."

Tanya sat in stunned silence. It had to be a sub-trigger. Mom wouldn't pick my whims over Tanya's unless there was programming involved. Mom placed my improved meal in front of me, and smiled.

"There you go, honey."

"Thanks Mom."

"Fine." That was Tanya. "I'll be in the living room, if anyone cares."

I decided to push further, and test to see if this was one of Paul's sub-triggers.

"Wait, sis. Did you want anything to drink? Water? Soda?" I looked over at Mom. "I think I'd like one of Dad's beers."

She paused.

"That's probably all right. You're old enough to learn about drinking responsibly, and I'd rather you do it here than outside again."

"Thanks Mom, could you get that for me?"

"Of course, dear."

Tanya looked incredulous, and then stomped off. We could still hear her from the living room.

"Is everyone in this house fucking crazy except me!?"

Once Tanya was out of earshot, Mom's voice took on that now-familiar monotone.

"Jake can eat or drink whatever he wants, and he should never have to get it himself while his mommy is around."

After dinner it was straight back to my room for a right hand workout. Then I fell asleep again while reading another one of those magazine interviews.

The next morning, I opened my eyes with conviction. Ready to go hunting for the next card. Then I realized I'd fallen asleep with all those magazines on my bed, and began freaking out a bit.

If Mom had entered the room just then, there wouldn't be any trigger to save me from that unpleasant moment. How the fuck would I have explained why the magazines were there, let alone the dried semen...

Then, while hiding them away, a card fell from the magazine. At first I thought it was some kind of coupon, but then after a second I realized that it was the third card! I thought I would have to search that thing for days like with the others.

It seems that not cleaning the room have its advantages.

I held up the card in front of my eyes, and read the contents aloud. I hoped it wouldn't be as cryptic as the last time.

I hold up the card in front of my eyes, and read the contents aloud-I hope it wouldn't be as cryptic as last time.

This week is easy. I wanted to give you a hand, but you better ask your mom for it. Remember, if you want the job done you must be sure that the things you ask help with resembles the organ you know it is HARD to ignore. Only then you shall say:

"It's nice to do the work by myself, but I could use a helping hand."

P.S. Be a good boy and drink you milk, but maybe you can mix the words to enjoy it more.

After school, I ran home faster than ever. As Paul said, this week's clue would be pretty hard to misinterpret. Everything was ready, and I went directly to the kitchen to see Mom. But, before I had the chance to even say hello...

"Oh, Jake! Good to see you. How was school today?"

"Fine, as usual ... I guess. Hey I..."

"Great, listen honey I just came home from the store but I forget to buy some eggs, can you go and ask the neighbor for a few?"

Oh sure. I bolted home from school as fast as I could to get some action, and she wanted eggs.

"Ok, but really mom, you always forget to buy something. I swear you will forget your head if it wasn't glued to your body."

I hated when this happened. Whenever she forgot to do something, I'm the one who ends up doing it. But at least this time I don't need to go all the way the store. After asking Mrs. Smith for some eggs I returned just to find something unexpected. There she was, cooking like when I left but it seemed that she changed her blouse. Now she was wearing a blue one made from a very thin and sheer material that I could actually look through. But, that wasn't all. She wasn't wearing a bra either, because I could pretty clearly make out those big, delicious nipples I had sucked the other day.

"Honey put the eggs on the table please."

"Whatever you say, Mom."

She turned her face and when our eyes made contact she froze for a second and said what I expected.

"When Jake reminds me how easily I forget things, I remember that I need to remove my bra, and change into my sheerest blouse."

I was almost hypnotised by the free movement of her tits, but I decided to continue with my plan. I went upstairs, and stopped in front of my door with a rag in one had, and polisher in the other.

"Mom, can you come up here for a minute?" I called.

"I'm busy right now, Jake," came the reply.

"Please? I need your help with something."

I heard her footsteps climbing the stairs, and then she stopped to look at me in front of my door.

"All right. What's so important that it can't wait until I'm finished cooking dinner."