Chapter 3: Taming The Rage
When Gloria Carter rang the doorbell at her son and ex-husband's house and received no answer it annoyed her. She did not like being ignored and she had very special plans for her and her son that day. She was going to do something which would change both of their lives forever.
When she tried to determine if anyone was home by checking the garage and found both cars present it caused her concern.
When she tried the doorbell again, still received no answer then found the door unlocked she began to seriously worry.
When she heard what she took for moans and whimpers of pain coming from the second floor it frightened her.
When she realized that the moans and whimpers were those of passion rather than pain she was relived but annoyed.
When she figured out that one of the voices from upstairs was some woman and the other was her son, Tony DeWitt, Gloria became angry.
When she found out that the woman with whom her son was in bed was her ex-husband's wife and Tony's step-mother, Katie DeWitt, Gloria went into a blind rage.
"Anthony Bernard DeWitt," she shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
It was the second time in three days that Tony had heard a woman shout those words. The last time it had been Katie who had used the sentence as a ruse to get her hands on his big dick. This time he knew it was no ruse. He knew that voice all too well.
"Mom?" he squeaked from beneath his buxom step-mother.
"Gloria!" Katie said with genuine shock as she slid off of her lover.
Upon seeing his mother in a blind rage Tony's ten and three quarter inch dick shrank down to almost nothing. After Katie slid off of him he hugged his knees to his chest rolling himself into a fetal ball.
"This is absolutely unbelievable!" Gloria shouted, "What's wrong with you?" she demanded to know, seemingly from nobody in particular.
Katie started walking toward the older woman.
"Gloria, listen," she started to say.
The livid mother cut her off at the knees saying, "I'll be waiting downstairs. You have five minutes to make yourselves decent, at which point you had damned well better have a good explanation for this!"
Then she turned on her heel and stalked out of the room.
"Bitch!" Katie muttered.
It wasn't until she turned back toward the bed that she saw the shape her lover was in. She rushed to him. She tried to put her arms around him, but that turned out to be nearly impossible while he was wrapped up in that tight, little ball.
She settled for stroking his dark brown hair and saying, "It's going to be all right, honey."
"No it won't," he said in a small voice.
Katie suddenly realized that he was actually crying.
She put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly and said softly, "We'll be all right. But, you have to let go of your knees first."
He shook his head.
"Anthony," she said soothingly, but firmly, "We can't solve anything if you're going to try to hide inside yourself like that. Uncoil."
He looked up at her. She saw unbridled terror in his eyes. She had never liked Gloria or the way she treated Anthony. But, until that moment, it had never occurred to her how deeply the older woman was cutting her son. She wondered what kind of monster one would have to be to inspire this kind of extreme response to one angry outburst.
"Uncoil yourself," she said again, "Please? For me?"
Slowly Anthony released his knees and extended his legs. He turned to Katie and threw his arms around her hugging her tightly like a drowning man hugging a life preserver.
The more he cried the angrier she became. There was no damned reason that one person should be able to do this to another. Katie was determined to do something about it.
She tried to remember all of the things that she knew for certain about Gloria, added in the things that she had managed to guess, and came up with a plan. It was crazy almost to the point of stupidity. It would either work brilliantly or blow up in their faces. But, at this point there didn't seem to be much left to lose.
"Anthony," she asked, looking into his eyes, "do you trust me?"
He nodded.
"Good," she said, "I want you to get up and put some pants."
He nodded.
"Nothing else," she continued, "No socks, no shoes, no underwear," then she thought for a moment and added, "and no belt."
Anthony knew Katie well enough to know that she was very good at thinking on her feet. She had a knack finding creative ways to solve problems.
"What's that supposed to achieve?" he asked, slowly regaining some level of normality.
"Trust me on this one," she said, "It just might be a game changer."
Anthony nodded dubiously.
"Good" Katie said, "I'm going to go downstairs first and have a little talk with her. In a little while I'll call you down. When I do I want you to do exactly what I tell you without question. Understand?"
"What are you going to ask me to do?" He asked carefully.
Katie dodged the question by asking, "Do you understand?"
"Yes," he said.
She cupped his face in her hands and said earnestly, "Promise me you'll do it?"
"Katie, I..." he began to say. She silenced him with a kiss.
"Promise me," she repeated.
Anthony looked in his lover's eyes and saw a fire and anger there that he had never seen before. He didn't know what she was up to, but what he saw in her eyes made him think that, whatever it was, she just might pull it off. He'd regained enough presence of mind to realize that, for the first time in his life, someone was offering him a chance to fight back against his mother. Whatever she was planning it beat the hell out of rolling up in that ball and crying.
"Okay," he said, "I promise."
"Good," Katie said with a smile.
