Gerald swung his legs over the edge of the mattress and planted his feet on the cool, wooden floor. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and yawned, arms outstretched. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand and saw that it was 10:27. He had overslept again. Even though high school was over and summer break had just started, Gerald didn’t like to waste the day in bed like many of his classmates. He had projects that needed his personal attention.

Come fall he would start his Materials Science & Engineering degree at State. He looked forward to learning more on the subject. He remembered as a kid he always wanted to know how things worked. He took apart his action figures, tore open his dad’s good watch (earning him a solid month grounded), cracking apart a pocket radio that zapped him good, adding “shock” into his vocabulary for life— a lesson he soon wouldn’t forget.

As Gerald grew older, he realized his childhood tinkering was never actually about play. It was about control. Pulling things apart was fun, but the real thrill came afterward—when he understood the machine’s secrets and forced it to work exactly the way he wanted.

It was at that moment, Gerald’s phone buzzed showing he’d received a text message. He swiped to unlock the screen; the message was from a number he didn’t recognize. Gerald debated whether it was safe to open, but something in his gut told him he had better open it and see what it was about.

“Hey Gerald, wakey, wakey!”

“You don’t know me but I know you—sort of. I mean, I’ve seen you around school. You’re that loner guy who stands by the oak tree staring at everyone. Anyway, I’m Jake. I live in the area.”

It’s true that Gerald never went out on dates nor spoke to any of the many girls in his former high school, even though he was considered very handsome by many of them, but they also found him a bit odd and the fact that he was considered a “loner” meant girls didn’t want to get a reputation for dating someone like him.

After waiting for almost a minute, Gerald wondered if he was going to come to his point any time soon. “So, the reason I’m reaching out is that I’ve been bangin’ your mom for the past week. And let me tell you, she’s as slutty as they come. LOL.”

Gerald blinked ... then he blinked again. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank.

“I ran into her at the supermarket. I talked, she listened. You should’ve seen her face. We were by the fruit aisle when I dropped it: “I know you’re a closet submissive.”

Gerald knew zilch about submissives, let alone his mom being one. Jake, though, this guy knew her secrets better than he did. “Sure, Gerald had heard the term tossed around, but handing over total control to someone? Voluntarily? It was a concept he couldn’t even begin to wrap his mind around.”

“You see, my dad used to run an exclusive BDSM club on the edge of town; he used to tell stories about submissive women and the shit they’d do. He’s the one who pointed out your mom to me and said she showed all the classic signs of a sub. Said he would’ve taken her for himself had he not been married to my mom. So he gave me a bunch of tips on how to go about seducing her. It’s fuckin’ crazy! I didn’t even have to try that hard. And now we’re fucking nonstop.”

Gerald’s mind raced ahead: how would this mess with Jake and Mom cut into his work time? Irritation settled in, heavy and unwelcome.

“Yo, Gerald, this is the straight-up truth: I was at your place this morning, messin’ around with your mom. One thing led to another, and before you know it, I was fucking her ass. It was her first time getting dicked up her shit-hole. She loved it. And when I came ... fuck! I legit got lightheaded.”

That was an image Gerald never wanted in his head. Jake seems to love dishing out surprises; Gerald hated them; they stole control. “I know what you’re thinking, man. This isn’t some joke. Here’s a pic to prove it. Bet that catches you off guard.

Gerald tapped the image which immediately filled the screen. He saw a mature woman kneeling on her bed, spreading her round ass cheeks wide apart. Her pink asshole was wrecked and gaping, leaking a heavy flood of jizz. The image perfectly captured her mature backside right after a severe pounding.

Gerald studied the pic to see if the woman was in fact his mother, but the angle hid her face. Then he spotted it. He zoomed in to her nightstand and there it was: the Tiffany trinket box her dad gave her.

Gerald’s pulse didn’t race, his stomach didn’t knot; there was no shock, no rage, just a detached curiosity, as if he were studying a specimen with a clinical fascination. He leaned back, his lips curling into a faint, humorless smirk, already mapping out his next two moves, the gears in his head turning. To him, this wasn’t personal. It was a game, and he was ready to play.

“Alright, here’s the deal, bro: while my folks were out last week, your mom was sneakin’ over to my crib, beggin’ for dick. She made sure my balls were totally drained, know what I’m sayin’? She’s got skills, dude, straight-up stress reliever. But now my parents are back, so my room’s off-limits. So, guess what? I’m comin’ over to your place from now on, takin’ it to your mom’s bedroom to keep the party goin’.”

Gerald’s mind wandered to the daunting project he had to finish, and it would eat up at least six hours of his day alone. He needed to pick up some tools from the shed and—the message snapped him back to the present and Jake’s comments.

He thought the best way to deal with this sort of bully was to give him the space he required. His mother wanted it as much as Jake so why get in their way. So long as her affairs didn’t intrude into his, he couldn’t care less who she had sex with.

He continued reading: “Gerald, I need you to just stay outta my way when I swing by to hook up with your mom. Sometimes I might bring a couple friends ‘cause I’m tryna get her cool with being gangbanged, ya know? Yeah, probably TMI, my bad. LOL.”

He didn’t think his mother would like being gangbanged but then again, he didn’t know his mother wanted to be dominated.

“Listen up. You’re gonna hear some wild shit: slaps, moans, whimpers, maybe even her screamin’. When that goes down, don’t be dumb and knock on the door like you’re checkin’ on her. I got her, alright? You don’t follow my rules, I’m cool with postin’ those videos and pics I got of us gettin’ it on. You want the whole town knowin’ your mom’s my freaky little sub?”

Gerald’s jaw tightened as he thought about the threat. The idea of his mother exposed in such a humiliating manner for everyone to see, didn’t stir fear in him. It was the spotlight that would inevitably fall on him that sparked a flicker of irritation. He valued his privacy and guarded it which let him pour hours into his secretive projects. He imagined his carefully built world disrupted by his mother’s reckless choices. He needed to think on these things but for now, he tapped out a reply: “Will do”