Kates Gift Pt 02

The library was nearly empty on a Friday night, which was perfect. I needed peace and quite. The fewer people around, the less intrusive thoughts I would have to push away. Unfortunately, it closed at 9:00, and I was nearly certain Mom wouldn't be home yet.

I went to the late show at the movie theater then went home. Mom's car wasn't in the garage, and the only window lit up was the spare bedroom. Gerry must have moved his shit out of Mom's room. He was staying, and I assumed enjoying his newly demoted status. Did I really make him a cuck in just a few days? This had to be something he'd wanted for a long time, right?

I quietly navigated the dark house, moving to my bedroom and settled into bed. I could feel the doubt and self loathing rising inside me. What the fuck did I do? It wasn't so bad right? Gerry liked it. Didn't he? I quickly picked up his train of thought to see how he was handling the change.

He was thinking about Mom getting fucked by another man. He was picturing himself in the room with her, watching it happen. He was dressed in a maid outfit wearing lingerie and heels. In his fantasy he was locked in a chastity cage and had a sex toy wedged into his ass. He was masturbating to this fantasy.

Fuck, the sexual tension he was reveling in washed over me. It felt so gross, but it also sort of felt familiar and I hated myself a little bit as I acknowledged that. I needed a distraction. I needed to think of something besides this asylum I had created. I needed to think about someone I wasn't related to.

I'd dated both men and women. I preferred sex with men, but I preferred to be in a relationship with women. When I dated someone I tried to limit or avoid reading their thoughts. It took the joy and spontaneity out of the relationship and just sort of ruined things.

But I never felt really safe with men. They always had such dark sexual thoughts. None of them really seemed to follow through with those thoughts, but I guess it scared me, so I was always peeping in on them to make sure they weren't serial killers and inevitably it took all the romance out of our life.

So I dated women, and if I wasn't in a relationship with a woman, I occasionally fucked men. But I never let it go much farther than a one or two night stand. I wondered if my fear of commitment with men originated back to the way it felt when I learned that Gerry had started to sexualize me.

He had been a decent (maybe even good) parent up to that point and the change in how he perceived me had felt like a huge betrayal. I don't know if that's where my distrust of men came from, but I'd wondered about it more than once. Is that why I was so eager to fuck his life up? Not just the gross thoughts, but the bigger picture of how if felt when someone who I should've been able to trust betrayed me in that way. Fuck Gerry.

The girl I'd been crushing on, and masturbating to, was named Joy. She had been a freshman last year as well and I'd met her through friends. I liked her right away, but I didn't get the impression she was into girls. Once when we out with friends and we had both been drinking, she'd kissed me. Not like a drunk friend though, she kissed me like she wanted to fuck me.

Nothing more happened that night, or since for that matter. There was a brief period where it felt like she was avoiding me, but then everything was sort of back to normal. The way it was before she kissed me. She never made another move after that one night. I didn't know if she regretted kissing me, or if she was waiting for me to make a move.

I really, really wanted to read her thoughts and know what was in her head. But I liked her. I really liked her, and I know from previous experience that getting in her head would have destroyed any chance of me being happy with her. So I spent as much time with her as I could, and I tried to give her all the hints I could without making her feel uncomfortable, and I waited.

I waited right up to the end of the semester and now I'm here alone, fucking up my parent's marriage and touching myself thinking about her, and what I could have done differently. So I sat on my bed, feeling aroused because I'd been in Gerry's head and I thought about Joy.

I thought about kissing her and I rubbed my clit, slipping my fingers between my labia to wet them. The slick natural lubrication reduced the friction and increased the sensations of pleasure I felt as my mind role-played yet another scenario where I'd been brave enough to tell Joy how I felt and she'd taken me home and how it was her hand rubbing me instead of my own.

I should call her I thought. We were friends after all, and I hadn't talked to her for almost a week. It would be weird if I didn't call her, right? Should I call her now, laying naked on my bed while I fingered myself? Would that be weird? Would she be able to tell I was masturbating?

At that moment, I was more afraid of the mess I had created with my parents than I was of confessing my feelings to her. I was worried more about what the next morning would bring than I was about making a fool of myself in front of Joy. I texted her and waited for a reply, but none came.

Fuck, I needed release. I thought about her lips on mine, the feel of her body pressed against me as she leaned in. My fingers were putting in work now. I moved them in circles around my clit, dipping them into my moist hole every few strokes.

As I heated up and started to feel my orgasm building, I started rubbing my two fingered up and down my slit with my poor clit smashed between them. Each stroke pushed my finger tips into my wetness and dragged my nectar out until my pussy and asshole were soaked.

Buy the time I reached climax, I was abusing my clit without remorse. I rubbed and pinched and stroked myself until the glorious moment when the wave crested and washed over me. Slutty moans escaped my mouth as I pictured Joy kneeling between my legs licking and rubbing me. God it felt so good.

I laid in bed as the spent passion ebbed away and wondered if I would ever have the courage to talk to Joy about my feelings, or if I would just take the same short cut I had with my Mom and Gerry and use my gift to protect my ego.

My wetness grew cold in the night air and I felt vulnerable laying naked and spent on my bed. I kicked my legs under the covers and worried I wouldn't be able to sleep. But the next thing I new daylight rimmed the edges of the blinds in my bedroom window and I could hear my Mom's car pulling into the garage. It was morning and she was just getting home.

I linked up to her stream and immediately felt an overload of dopamine. She was high on life. Neil must have been a great lover, because there was little doubt Mom was enjoying the after effects of an orgasm. Had he just fucked her before she returned home this morning? Had they been up all night making love?

I didn't really want to know. I dropped out of her head as she came through the door and looked for Gerry's frequency. He was awake, but something was off. His thoughts were indirect and scattered, He was doing something that required little concentration so his mind was wandering. He was also running hot. Not quite aroused, but a bit worked up.

I heard Mom walk down the hallway and go into her room, closing the door. I stayed tuned into Gerry to figure out what he was doing. Slowly as his mind wandered around it became clear. He had locked himself in a chastity cage. He was wearing some of Mom's panties and an apron and he was on his knees cleaning the toilet in the hallway bathroom. Mom would have walked right past him, but he must have had the door shut.

He had to have heard her, he must have known she'd just got home. When a woman goes out on a date at night and doesn't come home til morning, it almost always means she got lucky. Gerry had to know, he had to be aware that he'd been made a cuckold and his response was to wear panties and clean the toilet.

He was making himself into a sissy. Wearing a cage and women's lingerie, wearing an apron and cleaning the toilet. He was getting off on the way Mom was treating him. What a fucking pervert. Did I do this? I don't remember trying to make him a sissy. I mean I might have put ideas into his head about being a domestic servant to Mom, and maybe I did hint at him wearing a chastity cage. Did I convince him he wanted to be a sissy?

This couldn't be my fault. This was so much further down the rabbit hole than I'd gone with either of them. This had to be his own doing, right? He wanted this all on his own, right? I didn't do this, did I? Maybe I did. Or, maybe I was just the catalyst that pushed him off a ledge he was already standing on. Did it matter?

I couldn't help but feeling like an asshole for the way I'd meddled, but didn't he deserve this? The man who was supposed to be a father but chose to be a creep, wasn't this a fair result for such a loser? If so, why did I feel guilty?

I heard Mom open her bedroom door and walk down the hall to the spare room. She knocked but there was no answer. Then I heard Gerry open the bathroom door and step into the hallway. She must have seen him because I heard her gasp at the sight of him.

"What the... Get in the bedroom before Kate sees you. We need to talk." She was trying to be quiet but was also freaked out so the words came out as a hiss of anger. I logged into her stream as she closed her bedroom door, Gerry had already entered her bedroom in front of her.

"What the hell is all this? You're practically naked, and you're wearing my underwear. What if Kate saw you? She doesn't deserve to see that."

"I was being careful. She's still asleep. I was listening for her, I wouldn't let her see me like this."

"Why are you dressed like that? What have you done to your dick?"

"You don't like it? I was hoping you would like it. I was... I don't know. I was trying to figure out what my place is now. You said I didn't have to leave but you were going to see other people. I thought that meant... I hoped that meant I could still play a role here, with you. I wanted... I don't know. I guess the idea turned me on and I hoped it turned you on too."

Mom was all over the place emotionally. She was disgusted, concerned, and a little bit happy to see the power shift in her marriage. I couldn't exactly hear Gerry's words I could only hear what Mom assumed he was saying so I didn't know exactly what was going through his head at the time, I just knew how Mom was interpreting his confessions.

"You want to know what your place is?" She asked him somewhat maliciously.

"Yes. I mean, if we're married and you're sleeping with other men, my role isn't really well defined. I know you said I could leave and call a lawyer, but I don't want that. I was hoping there was room for me. I thought if I changed and was helpful..."

I felt something come over Mom at the moment. It was like she remembered all the barbed comments Gerry had ever made. Something inside her sort of broke as she felt the entire weight of his abuse and manipulation. She felt jubilant and self righteous. She took off her dress and slipped her panties to her feet.

"You want to know where your place is now? Get on your knees and lick my sore, well fucked pussy. That's your place now. Get on your knees and get a mouthful of whatever he left in there and then try and tell me how much I owe you. Tell me how much better my life is because I married you. Let's see how clearly you can articulate your value to me while you gag on a real man's load."

The emotional bleed from her was exhilarating in that moment. It was like winning the lottery and a beauty pageant all at the same time. It was like having all your dreams come true.

Gerry got on his knees and shuffled toward Mom's pussy. She backed up a step and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. She felt so ready for this moment. When his tongue touched her lips lightning shot through her body and mine and I had to drop away. I couldn't take it anymore. She was living her best life and I couldn't take the power of her emotional high any longer.

Doubt faded from my mind. I didn't give a single fuck about Gerry or his sad little life. That moment was so powerful I finally understood just how small and useless she'd been made to feel by him. The rush of power she got from finally breaking his spell was like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Knowing Gerry was eagerly humiliating himself in front of Mom made me laugh to myself. He was so quick to give up all the power and influence he'd clawed away from her over the past few years. He really was a pathetic little man.

I was tempted to jump on his signal and see just how it felt for him to struggle with his arousal with his cock locked in that stupid cage. Or to feel him come to terms with his pathetic nature as he let someone else's slime slide down his throat. But I didn't. I was done with him. I didn't want to know anything else about that sad little man.

I was about to get out of bed and climb into the shower when I heard my phone chirp. It was a text from Joy.

"I fell asleep early and I just got your message. Hope your having fun at home. Hit me up when you have a minute, I miss our chats."

She missed me.

I didn't need to read anyone's mind to know how I felt about her, and I didn't need to be afraid to tell her how I felt. Mom let Gerry run her down because she was afraid of what it would mean to live without him. If she hadn't met someone worth spending time with, she might still be stuck under his thumb. I didn't want that for myself.

I didn't want my fear to keep me from finding happiness. If I opened up to Joy and she didn't feel the same way at least I would know and I could move on. I could find someone who did want to be with me.

I didn't need to spend so much time living in other's heads just to feel safe or secure or confident. The world was full of people who just put themselves out there and took life as it came.

Maybe they weren't all happy, but I knew now that hiding from myself wouldn't ever bring the kind of happiness I wanted. I needed to take those risks without knowing how it was going to work out.

I was about to reply to Joy's text when I stopped and hit the call button instead.

"Hi. I hope it's okay that I called. I missed the sound of your voice."