Chapter 5

Man of the House Chapter 5: Be careful what you agree to when dealing with your son because, if it comes to sex, he’s going to get what he wants.

“WHAT?!!!!” Debbie now positively shrieked out the question as her eyes bulged wide with fear. The look on her face was one of sheer terror as Debbie’s lips now pulled back to show her perfectly white and straight teeth while her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“BUT YOU SAID YOU WOULDN’T TAKE IT OFF ME!!! JARRETT WE HAD A DEAL!!!”

“I ain’t gonna take it off you mom,” Jarrett now said matter of factly. “I made you a promise and those are something that I’ll always keep; I’m just gonna move it aside so that I can squeeze and suck on your tits.”

Now that Jarrett had finished his justification; he went ahead and put his plan into action. His hands seized ahold of her bra straps at the point where they curled around her shoulders. Reflexively, Debbie’s hands now flew up which, in turn, caused electric bolts of pain to shoot through her arms, her hands, meanwhile, went for his face as if she intended to claw at his eyes.

THACK! THOCK!

In response, Jarrett now leaned if only just far enough so that his mom’s fingernails didn’t claw at his face and he then delivered two more haymaker punches; which struck Debbie on the backs of her elbows. Luckily for Debbie, a lot of the force of those blows just propelled her arms forward but the rest of it went into her joints. Both of her arms now bent in the middle and did so much further than they were ever supposed to go.

“GAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” Debbie now screamed out in pain as her arms flew towards each other. In an instant her arms then collided and, before she could stop him, Jarrett grabbed her wrists in his hands. He then pinned Debbie’s left hand to the couch once again, securing it under his knee, while her right hand he held up in the air.

THACK! THACK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK!

Now, as he had done when he first pinned her to the couch, Jarrett delivered a series of devastating blows to one of Debbie’s arms. These punches now started at her shoulder and ended with her hand and, once he had finished, he delivered a second set only this time in reverse. Now the series of punches started with devastating blow that pulverized the tiny bones in Debbie’s delicate hand and then they traveled up her arm and ended with a blow that seemed to completely paralyze her shoulder.

THOCK! THACK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THOCK! THACK!

Debbie now screamed and she cried while she tried to writhe in pain but these sounds soon turned to pleas as Jarrett dropped her right arm and instead held up her left.

“No no ... no Jarrett! Plea-please duh-don’t duh-don’t hit me anymore!!” Debbie now mewled as she looked up at her son but her words seemed to move him for Jarrett let go of her arm. He then placed both her hands back under his knees as he said more dreadful words.

“You tried to scratch my face mom and after I was going to honor my part of our deal. I said I wouldn’t take your bra off and that wasn’t something I was going to do. Like I already told you before, I was just going to move it out of the way so that I could suck on and grope at your tits. But you had to go ahead and try and scratch me and so you need to learn a lesson. Don’t fcuk with the man of the house or else he’ll pound you into submission. Now I’m sorry but you gotta be taught a lesson and that’s that the man gets to do what he wants and it doesn’t matter how any woman feels about it. For she ain’t there for no reason other than to serve him. So now I got to pull your left hand out from under my knee and pound that arm back into submission. Believe me I don’t like to do anything like that but it’s the only way that you’re gonna learn your place.”

“Oh god please Jarrett no. Please ... please don’t hurt my arm. No ... no ... I ... I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please Jarrett no don’t pound my arm again. Oh no please it just hurts too much. Oh no please Jarrett, I ... I’ll do anything just please don’t hurt my arm again!”

“Fine, so then if what you’re saying ... that you’ll do anything ... if that isn’t just talk, then do this. Ask me ... no, no beg ... beg your own fourteen-year-old son ... to take off your bra. Say that you always wanted it that way. That you’ve always fantasized about your son seein’ your tits. That you’ve always wanted to show them to him and feel what it’s like when he explores them with both his hands and his mouth. Yeah, go ahead and do that and I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson and that I don’t have to pound your arm again. On the other hand, if you refuse, well, then I’ll know you’re just laying there and lyin’ to me and jeez mom I don’t know. If I thought you were doing that, I don’t even know what I would have to do to teach you a lesson then but one thing I am sure of is that it would be a lot worse than just me punchin’ you up and down your arm.”

The words now sent a cold chill running throughout Debbie’s spine while, at the same time, her sense of nausea and revulsion increased tenfold. Could she actually do that? Could she even get herself to say such demeaning and vomitous words? Debbie’s mind then started to race. What could be worse than being brutalized on her arm? Debbie was sure there were many things but she was too terrified to imagine what Jarrett might be planning.

“Ooh god Juh-Jarrett nooo. Ooh god please, oh ... I ... I can’t say that. I mean ... p-please Juh-Jarrett you’re my son. How can you ask me to say that? After all, it’s just so incredibly sickening ... to think that I would want that from my own fourteen-year-old son.”

“Alright then,” said Jarrett. “Well, I appreciate your honesty so then your arm’s getting a poundin’. I kind of admire your resolve, that you’re stickin’ to your guns.”

Jarrett then reached down and grabbed ahold of Debbie’s left wrist but as he began to take it from under his knee, Debbie screeched out in terror and then made a choice that she didn’t think possible.

“NO!” Debbie now screamed while trying to jerk her arm back but when it didn’t hardly move then the prudish mom finally broke.

“OH! OK! OK! I’LL-I’LL DO IT! OK! I’LL DO IT JUST PLEASE LET ME GO!”

In response Jarrett smiled and let go of her arm. He then guided her hand until it was under his knee. A moment later he seemed to think better of it and just left it on the couch.

“Time for you to show me what a good girl you are mom. You leave your hands by your sides if you don’t want another poundin’:

Debbie couldn’t believe what she was about to do as tears now poured from her eyes. She then looked up at her son while trying to repeat what he had asked her to say.

“I-um ... I-uh wuh-well ... Jarrett ... Jarrett ... Jarrett ... I ... well what it is is that I ... you see ... I ... Juh-juh-Jarrett ... I-wuh-want you t-to t-take my buh-bra off.”

Debbie now couldn’t believe that she was able to get the words out considering how much even the idea of them made her want to throw up. She had done it though and now Debbie felt at least a small bit of relief all while she hoped that she would never have to say something so humiliating and repulsive ever again. Jarrett, though, seemed to have other ideas for, as impressed as Debbie was at her ability to do something so detestable, it seemed that Jarrett still wasn’t satisfied.

“Wait a minute,” said Jarrett now with a smirk of satisfaction crossing his face.

“Let me make sure that I understand this right mom. You’re telling me that you, Mrs. Deborah Ann Kressell, successful business owner and upstanding member of the Catholic community and the lady that so many others hold in such high esteem, deep down inside her what she really wants, in fact what she has always most fantasized about is having her own fourteen-year-old son take her bra off because she’s dying to show him her tits? Is that it? Is that ... do I got that right mom? Is that what you are trying to say?”

Jarrett wasn’t going to leave it alone Debbie could see as, what her son was saying, made her sure that she would vomit if she dared to open her mouth. So, instead, Debbie simply nodded her head and uttered a quiet mmm-hmm through both pursed lips and clenched teeth all while Jarrett continued to smile down at her.

“Alright then,” said Jarrett “then go ahead and do it. Say exactly what I just told you to say and stop trying to screw around with these half-assed and appeasing little shortcuts. Say what I tell you or else there’s going to be another poundin’”

Now that was a horrifying thought and Debbie didn’t know what would be left of her arms if Jarrett abused them again. As it was right now, they were like ham hocks even if they were the most gorgeous and feminine ham hocks that anyone had ever seen. She seemed to have no control over them and she was sure that if her brain commanded them to lift off the couch that neither of them would respond. In a way this was almost better for, if Debbie had managed to move her arms, she was one hundred percent sure that excruciating bolts of pain would shoot from her shoulders to her wrists the entire time. In the end, it was this fear along with the unshakable belief that Jarrett would make good on his promise that allowed Debbie to try again and, when she opened her mouth, she was astonished to find that, not only didn’t she wretch, but she somehow found the strength to speak and repeat the scandalous words. Now, swallowing hard, Debbie felt a painful lump form in her throat. Her eyes still sprouted tears and her mind wouldn’t stop racing. Even as brillaint as she was, Debbie couldn’t understand why this was happening to her and how she was going to get out of it.

“Jarrett ... I-”

Debbie now let out a series of small whimpering noises to signal both her sadness and her fright but, if she was looking for sympathy, it wasn’t to be found. Jarrett simply kept smirking while his face was impassive; the only thing it displayed was a smug satisfaction. If he had any compassion or even a conscience Debbie didn’t see it and, to her, that was something that was even worse than her humiliation.

“Jarrett, do I really have to say this?” Debbie now pleaded and, when she got an answer she didn’t expect, her heart soared in the air. Yet, only a moment later, that same heart came crashing back down.

“No mom, you don’t have to say anything” Jarrett now replied.

“Remember you can always be defiant but that comes with consequences. It also pisses me off. It shows me you still need a lesson and, after you get it, I’m gonna reward your defiance. Whatever I had planned I’ll now add something worse.”

But what could be worse than having to look up at your son and pretend that you were a pervert. That you wanted your child to take off your bra because, deep down inside, you were dying to show him your breasts. The answer came in an instant as Debbie realized she had much more than her bra that she could potentially lose. For a vision of her tan slacks flashed in her mind; Jarrett could try to take off that she then realized and as bad as it was to be losing your bra, if a mom lost her pants and showed her son what was under there, he might get new ideas and engage in the greatest crime of all. It was now probably the only thing that could have helped her, that terrible, nightmarish thought, but it did spur her into action and it gave her the nerve to state a detestable lie.

“Yes...” Debbie now muttered slightly but even this wasn’t good enough for Jarrett.

“Louder mom,” he now commanded and his own voice was almost a shout. Somehow his grin seemed even broader as his skin was dotted in sweat, Debbie again swallowed hard as she prepared to say the things that he had wanted her to say.

“I said yes Jarrett,” Debbie now said in a loud and clear voice. It was almost like she was giving a speech and her son had prepared her remarks. All she had to do now was to say them. It was a heart wrenching moment Debbie would never forget.

“You ... your ... Juh-juh-Jarrett you’re ruh-right. I ... I duh-do. I am Duh-Deborah Ann Kuh-Kressel, and I am a suk- ... I am a suk-sessful buh-business owner and I thuh-think puh-people luh-look ... look ... look up to me.”

That was the easy part and Debbie had barely been able to get through it. Now came the hard part and again Debbie was sure that when she opened her mouth what would come out wasn’t words but a bilious expression of how revolted she was. Then Debbie remembered her arms and the warning that accompanied them. Finally, it was when she thought of her pants that Debbie was able to continue. Now, by some miracle, Debbie forced a smile onto her face although she couldn’t believe that it was very convincing. Nevertheless, it was better than the alternative whatever that may be.