Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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Looking up from the architectural plans I have on my lap, I remembered something, so I asked my father, "Hey Pops, how did you and Ma meet again?"
A regal-looking old, Black man in a three-piece suit, leaning back in a rocking chair, on the porch of his three-story home, looking out on the crisp and clean six arces of land, is smoking a blunt of what he calls 'medical cannabis' he called it that even though I'd told him the drug had been legalized for the past several decades, and that I bought it for them from a legit dispensary, but he's always just waved me off with his usual ah-it-doesn't-matter face before passing the blunt to my mother.
Now my mother is a matronly figure of an Indian woman with braided black hair that hangs over her shoulder with different flowers twisted into it, given by the many grandchildren running around inside the house
He glances over at me, his eldest son, blowing out a lungfull of smoke, cracking a slight smile,
"Didn't I tell you before, when you were like four cause you were writing some kind of story?"
"You thinking in the fourth grade old man, it was some kind of family-sharing assignment I had to do. Though, you said that 'you'll tell me more when I'm older'. Well I'm older and you ain't getting any younger."
Pops clicks his teeth and gives me a mean side eye as my Ma lets out a hearty belly laugh,
"I don't know where you got that sharp tongue from, but I'm as young as ever."
I smile at his usual jokes, so I join in. "Oh word young man? Do a jumping jack right now"
The autumn wind blows through the trees as we both sit there for a good couple of minutes; me with a shit-eating grin on my face, and a scrunch-up face of a man who lost at his own game on his.
Ma blows out her hit of the blunt before placing it on the groove of the ashtray nudging her forty-year husband in the shoulder. "Don't leave the boy waiting, he's the oldest and he's the one who decided on carrying our dream in carving our own little world here. He ought to know, so we don't have to be weighted down when we're gone"
Giving his wife a glance, and she nods. Pops gives his usual big old sigh, "Shit alright, I'll tell ya but let me tell ya it was a different time back then. And your Ma and myself were the near perfect troupe of 'enemies to lovers' that your sister loves writing about."
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it, so you two met in a law firm for what? Environment laws or something?"
"Yeah, that's right, we both were relatively new hires trying to make partner with the firm we were at for our own interests. For me, I wanted to be a veterinarian but your grandfather was a mean dinosaur and essentially forced me into law, so to spite him, I went into Environmental Protection. Your grandparents on your mother's side were full-blown hippies and all that came with that title, protesting, organizing support groups, stuff like that; though, your mother looked around and saw that none of it was working fast enough for her tastes, so she became a lawyer to help fight for the Earth.
"So you can imagine two people with two extremely different views on how things should be handled, and add onto that, there was only space for one full-time partner, you would imagine they would butt heads quite a bit.
"And let me tell you, we did. We would try to cut into each other's research, one upping the other in front of each other's clients. Of course, we weren't sandbagging our cases, because we were young, not stupid and that's a good way to get cut out of a firm all together.
"Now, I don't remember when it happened, but your mother started to become a lot more... aggressive is the word I can think of."
Ma cuts in at this point, leaning her head on Pop's shoulder letting out a content sigh.
"It was after a particularly bad and difficult case where the bastards started digging up some dirt on my parents to make me give up on the case, and if I didn't, they would release the information to the public and destroy their and mine reputation. I was at my wits end. I'm in the office after hours drinking my liver to death thinking if I should just give up when your father came in, taking my drink from my hand, replacing it with a cup of coffee. Then sitting down and starting helping organize my files and research of the shitty company, like a knight in shining armor.
"Together, we hung those slimy bastards by their own blackmail, getting the biggest settlement the firm ever made, even after the company went bankrupt the government came in to drag all of the executives to prison. Heh, the one time I was actually glad the government was around. But then, I started seeing Pops in a whole new light, not a person who didn't take the job seriously but a man with the drive to put those who would poison our home in their place. When I tried to gift him a dinner out or something like that to thank him he told me 'It was a team effort' with a goofy-looking grin. I'll admit I went a touch crazy."
Pops huffs a laugh shaking his head, "Oh she didn't go a 'touch' crazy, she went to-the-moon-type of crazy! She started wearing tighter clothes to work, the kind of pencil skirts that curve on a woman's thighs when she walks; unbuttoning her blouse whenever everyone was out of sight to show off her cleavage and some pale silk bra that matched her skin to make it seem like she wasn't wearing one. Drove me up the wall when I was trying to get some work done. What broke the camel's back was that after one work day, I was talking to a coworker about something, I don't remember, when she walked past me towards the elevator, flashing a sly smile.
I thought nothing of it at first, just the woman being a tease as usual but as she stepped onto the opened elevator doors she 'accidentally' dropped, bending over by her waist she let her skirt ride up her ass. Now I'm a simple man, while I thought her attempted advances were unprofessional, a brother can steal a quick glance at a fine piece of work, but lo and behold that skirt kept running up and slipped right up that fat ass to show off her bare pussy! My eyes damn near popped out of my head, and your Ma had the audacity to look over her shoulder to blow a kiss at me before the doors closed. I had to make the excuse that I forgot some work that needed to be done, so I was stuck in the office for another four hours doing work that didn't need to be done!
"So the next day, I dragged her ass into a side room that wasn't in use and told her off, saying that I don't have the hours in the day to deal with her bullshit, that her act is going to get us both fired and other shit like that. Phew, let me tell ya, it was therapeutic to let out some of that energy, but your Ma, on the other hand, had her cold court face on and after I was finished, asked if that's how I feel. I told her yes and watched her look me up and down, nod her head then walk her ass out of the room slamming the door behind her.
"So a week goes by without a hint of teasing, so I thought it was the end of it. Plus, she had this intense look on her face as she worked through that week, staying late each night. Glad that she finally had her head on straight again, I decided to tell the boss that I'll be taking one of my highly accumulated paid days off to give myself a nice long weekend.
