NOTE: This story does not reflect the author's views. It is merely an exercise in certain taboo topics and fetishes. The author does not endorse these actions or attitudes.
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"Please, Mom!"
Heather sighed. She hated to argue with her only daughter, but this was asking too much.
Heather and Valerie were on a road trip to visit a college that Valerie and Kent were both interested in attending. It was a four-day trip, and Heather had hoped it could lead to some nice bonding time with her daughter, until she'd begged her mother to bring Kent along.
Kent would certainly have seemed like quite a catch. The youngest son in a well-to-do military family, Kent was handsome, fit, and charming as a songbird when he wanted to be. Of course, Heather had dealt with enough arrogant young bullies in her life to know that he was the worst kind of man; his attitude towards women, framed as dark humour, was appallingly sexist. He made no apologies about being a Republican, and that alone would have been enough for Heather to dump him. Valerie had other standards, however, and she began dating Kent in high school.
Heather hoped that it was just a rebellious phase for her daughter, but it was three years later, and they were still together. Kent had become a familiar sight around the house, and Valerie's younger brothers even looked up to Kent! The thought made Heather want to vomit.
She alone seemed to sense Kent's nature, or at least be bothered by it. She noticed the falseness of his manners, the quick glances he made as he examined her body, or the knowing looks in his eyes when he made a comment which sounded innocent, but always had a double meaning.
It had not been an easy three years. Heather was a proud feminist, and believed in progressive parenting, but even she felt her line being crossed by this toxic male influence on her family's lives. She'd yelled and argued with her daughter, but Valerie was hopelessly in love, and ran into Kent's arms whenever Heather tried to persuade her to reconsider. Kent seemed to sense his growing power over the family too, for he stopped being quite so charming to her. They even began arguing and bickering with each other whenever Valerie wasn't around, usually about politics. Even the lightest of jokes from Kent felt like a personal assault in Heather's mind, and he clearly knew what he was doing. She sensed his amusement at how easily he could trigger her, and that made her hate him even more.
For there was another reason why Heather did not want him around.
Heather and her ex-husband had had a short, unhappy marriage, unable to stay together even for their kids' sakes. One reason had been bedroom troubles. Ted had never been an adventurous guy in bed, and he'd never even cared whether she'd orgasmed or not. Heather had tried to get him to try out more kinks, but his resistance and apathy ended that hope quickly. The truth was too much for Heather to admit, even to her own husband. Through her exploration from her teens into her twenties, Heather had made alarming discoveries about herself. At least, they'd seemed alarming when stacked up against her personal moral code and her politics.
She got an incredible amount of pleasure from bondage, but that was just half the story. Being tied and gagged during sex was thrilling, but it wasn't quite enough for her. She fantasized about being captured by her worst enemies, humiliated and embarrassed and degraded by them. The thought of one (or more!) men using her with impunity as she was too helpless to resist was the taboo fantasy which she thought of most frequently, and never dared openly discuss with anyone.
For years, she'd kept her fetishes a secret from almost everyone, though since her divorce, she'd been able to explore them much more often. She now had a large collection of sex toys, bondage equipment, and stimulating literature hidden in her room, as well as several custom videos she'd commissioned as anonymously as possible.
Kent represented everything she hated most about men, and it galled her to see him so close to her gorgeous, athletic, and independent baby girl. What did she see in him? Heather worried that it was the same urge which she felt in herself, the urge which she tried so hard to hide from the world. She could only guess, however; she never felt comfortable talking about these desires with her own child. Moreover, she knew how people like Kent would misinterpret these desires and use them as a carte blanche. What scared Heather most about this idea was how much her body would enjoy the degradation despite her own outrage and protests.
All of this played in her mind as she'd walked the college with the young couple, wondering what sort of things Kent was doing to her daughter behind closed doors. She was too smart to forbid them having sex while they were travelling, but she'd made a big show about not having enough money to pay for two hotel rooms for over a week (that was a lie, of course; her divorce from Ted had been a sizeable one, and she'd invested that money wisely to set herself up so she'd only have to work part-time). Kent, however, had foiled her again; he'd made a call to his parents and they'd readily given their spoiled son whatever funding he needed to pay for a separate hotel room, and Valerie had spent each night with him.
"Valerie, you're not feeling well, we should stay here and look after you!" Heather pleaded, hoping that her daughter might take the hint.
She was disappointed. "Mom, I can take care of myself, I'm going to be sleeping like a baby tonight!" Valerie pointed to the bottle of pills beside her bed. They'd brought them just in case someone got sick, like Valerie had from the diner where they'd eaten supper.
Heather ground her teeth, but there was no way she could gracefully bow out of this evening without creating drama between herself and Valerie.
They were in a small pit stop of a town, which seemed to be comprised of a cheap motel, three diners, two gas stations, and a pool hall which doubled as a bar. Kent and Valerie had suggested to Heather that the three of them enjoy some weed cookies that they'd brought along and then go play pool together. Now it would be just her and Kent, and she was disgusted at the idea of spending so much time with him, even if she would be high most of the time.
That evening, as she got ready in her own room, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Heather called out as she took the motel key and her credit card from her purse and put them discreetly inside her bra. She was dressed casually, wearing pants that weren't too tight or too baggy, and a buttoned-up blouse which fully covered her large bust. She wasn't interested in attracting any male attention, least of all at a seedy-looking place
Kent walked in, a small polite smile on his face. Even Heather had to acknowledge that Kent was handsome. He kept himself in good shape, his brown hair was always short and neatly combed, his teeth were straight and white, while his eyes were a startling hazel colour which seemed almost orange in certain light. However, he wasn't particularly tall; in fact, due to Heather's surprising height, they both saw eye-to-eye at 5'10.
Now he held up a weed cookie for her, "Want to have it now? It probably won't kick in for a half hour at least."
Forcing herself to be civil, Heather gave a nod, "Thank you, Kent."
As she ate the cookie, she looked puzzled at him, "Where's yours?"
"I already had mine," Kent answered, even as he opened the door for her.
