Chapter 3

Oh how real doth this dream seem, the one that now turns into a nightmare

“Jarrett, come on now, you know you can’t do that so ... I mean fun ... fun’s over. Get off me and we’ll talk about your punishment for acting out so violently. I mean, I got to tell you, you are in seriously big trouble for this buster. You’ll be lucky if I don’t call the police on you.”

The pretty Catholic mom then once again struggled to get up while her son kept her pinned to the couch. Even now, after everything that had happened, it was still unthinkable to Debbie that her son would take his current acting out any further than he already had. As it was, if anyone had asked her at any time in the past, if Jarrett would ever do something like what he had just did, Debbie wouldn’t have had to think about it. Of course not, she would have said without a moment’s hesitation. My son respects women and he respects my role as head of the family; even if his father does let him do anything he wants. That was all that she would say for what else needed to be said? It was a question so unbelievable that Debbie would never even have thought of it much less devoted any effort to formulating an answer and this was the reason that the pretty Catholic mom wasn’t in a full-blown state of panic. It was why she was so calm when her son announced that he was about to take off her turtleneck. The idea of it all was so beyond belief that Debbie couldn’t fathom that he was serious. Yet, that emotion did arrive a moment later when Jarrett raised up his crotch so that he hovered an inch or two above the spot on her thighs on which he had just been sitting. This now transferred even more of his weight to his knees as, a moment later, his hands grabbed ahold of Debbie’s black turtleneck and then started tugging at the material right above the spot that it was tucked into her pants.

“JARRETT!!” Debbie now shrieked in panic but there was nothing she could do for her hands were still pinned, her arms were still pulverized and all her son’s weight was on top of her. Yet, she still tried to resist; twisting and writhing underneath him all while she continued to scream and, while the former sent agonizing bolts of pain cascading throughout her arms, the latter was even more useless. Ironically enough, it was Debbie’s own success that had now become her downfall for, with the money pouring in from her very successful business, the Kressel’s had bought a large parcel of land meaning that the house in which Debbie lived was almost a mile from their closest neighbor. Yet still Debbie screamed and she thrashed though it did her no good and caused her a lot of pain all while her hands remained trapped and her son just ignored her. Soon he was pulling the bottom of Debbie’s shirt free from her pants and revealing the creamy white skin of her stomach on both her front and her sides and then, lastly, on her back so that there was nothing preventing him from grabbing her turtleneck and lifting it up.

“JAAH-HA-HARE-ITTT!!!!!!” Debbie screamed again and, to her own ears, her voice sounded loud enough to rupture her eardrums. Jarrett though, didn’t even seem to hear her and, as she occasionally glanced up at his face, during her wild and frantic thrashing, her son wasn’t showing any emotion. Instead, his face was a stone slate and all that it showed now was deep concentration. His hands also seemed to be everywhere as he now started lifting the material of her shirt up over her back and, though she struggled and pressed herself into the cushions of the couch as hard as she could, in the matter of a few moments it was bunched up around her shoulders. Furthermore, Jarrett’s action of pulling her shirt up over her back had also caused it to rise everywhere else and, for once, Debbie was grateful for her large breasts for these were the only thing on which her shirt could get caught and those two massive mammaries of which Debbie had always been so self-conscious were now the only thing that kept the front of her shirt from rising to her chin. It would then continue to be a day of misfortune for Debbie for her favorite turtleneck was heavy on the spandex and this made it easy for Jarrett to stretch the back of it up over her head before he then lowered it down, over her face and then let it go, allowing the fabric to snap back against her as the back of her shirt now pressed into her neck.