Episode 33: FORGET ME KNOX

“What do you three assholes want?”

Travis Herbert stood in his front door as his mother watched from her flower bed as Angus Furlong and two of his jock buddies stood outside looking at him. If he could hear all three boys thoughts, he would know it was his mother’s asshole they wanted. In her heart she knew it too, but her submissiveness kept her quiet. She truly hoped that the boys coming to their home was a sincere gesture for her son’s sake. Deep down she knew they were not there for him. Without expressing it she truly hoped they would flirt and suggest that which her master Dominic Black insisted of her. Dom’s direct order was that she tease hard and should a man want her to satisfy him. A homebody as she was that became difficult to achieve. Now, there were three more possibilities to add to Henry McKellen and Mace Belmont should they demand sex. Recognizing these three from the hallway at Horton-Dexter, their lustful gazes she grew incredibly wet.

“Hey Travis.” Angus took the lead, “We just wanted to stop by and say we’re sorry for what those pricks did to you earlier. Trust me buddy we’ll deal out justice for you, once we find out who did it. Any clue you can offer as to who it might have been, would be helpful.”

“I had three pairs of underwear over my fucking head. How am I supposed to know who did it?” He grew angry, “Nobody spoke they just hijacked me and tied me up. Some girl ... got me hard just so it made me look... “ He lowered his voice due to his eavesdropping mother.

“Calm yourself Travis.” Kelly Herbert spoke softly from her kneeling perch, pruning snips in hand to attend to weeds and browning pedals. After a lengthy day of spreading mulch around her flower beds to prevent damages to her passion for floral beauty, she was almost ready to pack it in for the day and make Travis dinner. Having had to take a long break around lunch to go to school and pick up her distraught son she was finally back outside to finish what she started. Between Travis and a heartfelt talk with Henry McKellen she was behind schedule.

“No! We get it Mrs. Herbert.” Toby chimed in looking at her nipples cresting beneath her cut off tank top. It was impossible not to notice, she was notorious for having constant nipple ripple. “He’s butt hurt and we can’t blame him. Love your flower bed. My mom has a huge flower garden.” Kelly merely smiled at his mother’s shared hobby. “I used to help her plant flowers and trees around our house, my grandparents too. I even did the Park District thing part-time last summer and got the nickname Petal Pusher.”

“That’s adorable.” She attempted to get along; her eyes unable to blink.

“Eh? For a stud like me that’s kind of pansy.” He chuckled.

“Isn’t that a flower?” Antoine grinned, “PANSY!”

“I’ll give you pansy! I’ll depansy your ass.”

“DUDES! Really? You’re talking about depantsing after Trav here just got depantsed? Show some sympathy. Sorry Trav ... Mrs. Herbert.” Angus apologized with his palms up facing Kelly as if wanting to squeeze her breasts. Hell yes, he wanted those big ole’ melons in his possession. Her chest rivaled Piper Cherry’s whom the boys took control over in Detention just under three hours prior. Who knew Perbert’s mom was this fucking hot? Heather Locklear hot! Back in the day, that is.

Having witnessed her picking Travis up at Horton-Dexter in shredded jeans, the one’s she was still wearing and having so much available flesh peeking through it was almost as if an invitation. Maybe it was. Her Master, Dominic Black did give her a standing order to fulfill all men’s sexual desires if expected. She was never to offer it on her own but was not allowed to deny should they demand her attentions. While a sexual beast in her own right, far beyond nympho, she did crave that rule never knowing whom it might be. What was troublesome was the fact that as long as they did not know of that outstanding commitment, most men would never get to enjoy her other than visually. What bothered her the most was her son Travis ever being exposed to her actions. The day would come ... when she would simply have no choice. Her only hope was in Henry McKellen’s wishes to share in her ownership if a pact could be made between, he and Dominic. Her green thumbs were crossed.

“Shit! Sorry, Mrs. Herbert. I didn’t even think Travis.” Toby looked over at Travis defending himself, feigning stupidity on his part. It was totally on purpose.

“Whatever! I don’t trust any of you guys. For all I know it could have been you that ruined my reputation.”

“I hate to tell you Trav, but your reputation was ruined long before that.” Antoine chimed in trying hard not to laugh.

“Regardless of what you may think we stopped by to let you know we had no part in what happened today.” Angus insisted, “Look! None of us are perfect and yes, we have messed with you in the past. When you helped us pass classes to stay on the team you won us over. We owe you our protection Buddy. Like I said, if we find out who did this, they’re on our shit list.”

“I could use my Geometry grade up that’s for sure. Ole’ man Connally is killin’ me.” Antoine added with a dramatic set of bulging eyeballs.

“My son no longer does that. You boys are capable of passing your own classes. Just do the studying.” Kelly opened up making certain her son heard her disappointment in him for getting expelled the first time. Travis did like the money they offered him to help. Protection should be in their budget.

“What type of flower is that purple one right there Mrs. Herbert?” Toby knelt beside her, his back to Travis while patting his crotch over a beginner erection. Her sparkling eyes lowering to see it she merely awaited his desires. Instead, he used that same hand to point to her wide variety of flowers.

“Dichondra.” She smiled at his curiosity.

“Dick on ... dra.” He pronounced it slowly. “What about the big red ones there?”

“Cockscomb.” She blushed knowing that he was just calling out perverted referrals as if trying to get her turned on. Sadly, it was working she was wet; the boys were big and rugged just like she preferred. Yet, she did her best to keep that to herself. Not in front of Travis. Dammit!

“Cocks cum.”

“Comb.” She corrected him smiling shyly.

“Oh, I mispronounced it. My ... bad.” He winked at her.

“Is that Honeysuckle?” He patted his crotch for her to see.

“Yes ... it is.” He slyly lowered the waistband of his sweats and showed her his dick. A deep inhale she looked over him at Travis talking to Angus. With his attention redirected she reached over and palmed the underside of his penis. His grin became vivid.

“See I know a beautiful flower when I see one. So, do you.” His stare gave her the chills.

“HEY! Quit flirting with my mom.” Her hand eased away with a saddened look and Toby covered his cock. Travis left the safety of his home and nudged past Angus. In their brief contact Angus doubled up his fist and grit his teeth, he really hated that little weasel. Travis in turn found himself halted in his tracks.

“Travis? Go inside please.” Kelly feared that he was only asking for trouble even in being overprotective. Not only that but she wanted to continue teasing Toby.

“Fuck that.” Trav grew some balls. Each of the three boys nodded in agreement. Fucking that, being Kelly was definitely on their agendas.

“You heard what I said.”

“I don’t trust these fuckers’ mom.”

“Let me ... speak with them alone.”

Hearing music blare suddenly from the Hardecker home the jocks reacted to it. As if Knox Hardecker just knew Kelly’s situation, he played the song Who’s Your Daddy by Lordi. While the music was older the point was still coming across. Kelly squirmed slightly hearing the lyrics saying, “Surrender and Obey”, her commitment to Dominic Black instantly attacking her reasoning. Holding her breath and flaring her eyes the boys wondered if Kelly was going to fire back at them instead of her son. She hid her expression well and reached over to grab Travis by his wrist as he stood next to her.

“Travis?” She repeated his name twice before he looked down at her, “I need you to go inside. Let me ... have a word with these young men. Please, do this for me.”

“OH, COME ON! Mom, they’ll eat you alive and spit you out.”

“Please go to your room, I’ll be up after I’ve had my say.”

“Don’t any of you asshats touch her, or I’ll kill you.” He fumed but did as she had asked.

“Dude!” Angus winced, “Listen to yourself, is it any wonder why people think you’re crazy?”

“You haven’t seen crazy Furlong.” He collided shoulders with Angus one more time. It took everything Angus had in him not to beat the tar out of Perbert. Once inside the house he shut the door. Kelly was trembling but tried to control her own urges in the moment.

“I’m sorry my son is so ... hateful.”

“We don’t blame him.” Toby related as the music above ended. Looking up at the balcony on the Hardecker home they found Knox standing outside leaning on the rail looking at his cell. Recognition took over. “Is that the legend himself?” Toby called up as the other two boys joined him at the corner of Kelly’s home. “YO! KNOX HARDPECKER!” Toby laughed, “HOW YOU BEEN YOU CRAZY ... MOTHERFUCKER?”

Looking down between homes Knox squinted, “That you Mellon the Felon?”

“Hey! Bring your ass on down here.” Angus chuckled, “It’s been a while.”

Kelly maintained her presence on her knees having absorbed the song’s lyrics earlier, almost as if she were glued to her spot. Even her snips were set aside in the grass. Antoine checking her outgrew curious of her silent demeanor.

“Let me hit some jams on my Spotify and I’ll be right down. What are you triple threat dickheads doing at Perbert’s?”

“Talking to his mom.” Angus replied.

“She’s out there?” As if he didn’t see her. Knox chuckled and pumped his fist. “This calls for the good stuff.” Heading inside Knox Hardecker set up a prearranged song list and hit play before racing downstairs. Before he could even hit the front door Metallica’s song Master of Puppets began roaring. Kelly trembled even harder.

Bursting out of his front door Knox jogged to their side and fist bumped the guys before locking his eyes on Kelly. Still on her knees Knox chuckled, “Now that’s how you should be. Right, Mrs. Herbert?” The guys winced that Knox would talk to her before them.