Chapter 7

She has a disgusted look on her face, but doesn’t say anything. I press my lips to hers and her mouth remains firmly closed. I notice just how soft they are compared to any of the boys I’ve kissed and there’s something pleasant about this. Mom really doesn’t want to kiss me, since this is her choice and I wonder if she’d really rather eat my pussy than kiss me.

Her mouth opens as my tongue presses in and it’s like kissing a dead fish. There’s no movement of her tongue at all and know she can taste herself. Mom doesn’t pull back and her mouth stays open as she lets me have my way with her.

Her eyes are closed and this has nothing to do with the passion of the kiss, since there would have to be some passion there. I don’t mind mom not looking at me, but that will change in time. Mom needs to learn to enjoy what we do, since that’s the only way I can really learn about being with another woman.

I pull back and her eyes remain closed as her mouth quickly follows. She clearly wants this to be over with quickly and I’m too tired to go any further. I’ve got plenty of time to fully break her and have no doubt I will. Mom is mine and she’ll learn to accept it.

“Look at me, mom,” I say with a commanding voice. Her eyes open and I see a lot of emotions I will never know. “I’m going to bed and I don’t care what you sleep in. Tomorrow, I want you to trim your bush, or shave the fucking thing off.” Her eyes widen as my words sink in. “That’s right, mom. Tomorrow we’re going to continue and I don’t want another fucking pubic hair in my mouth. Do you understand?”

A nod is all I need and I know she’s fighting back crying in front of me. She doesn’t want to give me anything and mom has no idea what I am. I was certain she’d figure out that I’m a sociopath after this, but she doesn’t have a clue.

I leave her to her thoughts as I pick up my robe and hear her sobbing after I leave her room. There won’t be any restless sleep for me tonight, since there never is. Mom may have a hard time sleeping, but I won’t. One of the advantages of feeling nothing is to never have to worry about things like guilt.

I wake early and feel even more rested than I thought. I grab the same robe I wore yesterday and don’t tie it off. My fingers unplug my phone and slip it into the same pocket. It may com in handy later and don’t want to waste time returning to my room to get it.

I leave my robe completely open and my nipples harden as they move against the soft fabric. Being up early means I get to shower a little earlier and can spend more time with mom before Jack gets home.

I do head to the bathroom first, but not to take care of business. Jack’s trimmer is in there and he hasn’t used it in months. For a while, he wanted to grow a beard, but said it itched like crazy. His trimmer will work just fine for mom’s disgusting mound of pubic hair.

I hear the clicks as I set it to the tightest setting and there won’t be much of her pubic hair left. She may fight me, but I’m ready for her. Mom belongs to me, but it’s going to take time before she fully realizes it.

The lights are turned off in her room and it’s a little too quiet. Mom should be asleep, but after what I did, she may not have been able to reach that point. My bladder is rather full, but it can wait a little longer.

I open her door and smell a hint of roses in the air. My fingers reach for the lights and my eyes move to her bed. Mom has the blankets pulled all the way up and her eyes are closed, but I know she’s faking.

“I know you’re awake, mom,” I say with an eagerness in my voice and set the trimmer on the pillow next to her. “Use this to trim your pussy. And don’t change the setting. I’ll know if you do.”

Mom’s eyes open and she’s glaring at me, which means she still has no idea what I am. “Why are you doing this, Jill?” she asks with a plea in her voice.

I smile warmly and know it doesn’t reach my eyes. “I told you last night, mom. You don’t get to ask questions. I’m going to go take a shower. When I finish, I’m coming back to your room. If you’re not out of bed and in the shower, after trimming your fucking pussy, I’m going to sit on your face.”

Mom’s on the verge of saying something, but she decides to nod her agreement. I know she’s trying to figure out a way out of this, but it won’t matter. She is a tool, just like Jack is a tool, just like my acquaintances are tools. They are all there to be used by me for personal pleasure or practice.