Apologies for the delay. Any grammatical errors are purely my own. The is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.
Charlie sat with his eyes glued to his mother's distended nipples stretching the material at the front of her tight dress as she placed his plate of chicken Caesar salad down in front of him. The necklace too. He definitely hadn't seen her wearing it before. Then she caught him by surprise when she popped a small jewellery box down next to his fork.
"What's this?" he asked, unable to hide his confusion.
"Just a little gift, baby," she said. "Something to show you how much I love you. If you don't like it you don't have to wear it," she added nervously.
"Well, I won't know that until you fucking open it will I?" he said, sarcastically waving his prosthetic hands in front of her. He was more than capable of opening it, but the opportunity to remind her of what she'd done to him was too good to miss.
"Yes, sorry baby," Claire replied guiltily as she fumbled to open the box. "I bought them today," she explained. "One for you and one for me," she added, toying with her necklace as she did.
Looking first at the necklace with the same letter 'C' and the wedding ring attached, then to her left hand. "Is that what I think it is?" Charlie asked.
Claire nodded apprehensively, giddy with nervous 'first date' excitement. It really was extraordinary just how much she had 'fallen' for her son since he'd come home.
Charlie didn't view the token in quite the same way though. "So the letters are our names? You wear mine and I wear yours? Is that what this is?"
"Yes, baby." Somehow she just knew he'd understand. Charlie was so perceptive.
"And the ring? Dad gave you that on the day you gave yourself to him. The day you promised to 'love, honour and obey' him. Isn't that correct?"
Fucking dumb bitch. It was priceless and Charlie snatched the opportunity.
Claire thought back to her wedding day. It was a traditional church wedding with traditional vows, but she was beginning to sense something else in Charlie's demeanour.
"Yes, baby," she answered tentatively, watching her son's mouth widen into a broad grin.
"So by giving it to me, you promise to do the same then?" he continued. "You're promising to 'love, honour and obey' me. Is that right, mother?"
She wasn't sure, but Claire thought he emphasised the word "obey" and caught out by his interpretation, she stumbled. It was just meant to be a token. Something to show him she loved him. Something to make him happy. At least that's what she'd told herself, but Charlie clearly had a different take on it. She had no time to think.
"Go on then," he told her. "Put it on for me, but I want the same fucking vow when you do, mother," he continued, the sparkle in his cold blue eyes making her shiver. "Repeat after me......"
It wasn't a wedding ceremony of course, but nonetheless Claire's hands were shaking as she fastened the necklace around Charlie's neck. And whilst the words weren't exactly the same, they carried a similar weight to the vow she'd made to her late husband all those years ago, never expecting to repeat them to anyone else. Vows were meant never to be broken.
"With this necklace and this ring, I Claire Simpson vow to you Charlie Simpson, to love, honour and obey you, till death us do part."
Managing to scoot his chair back a little, he suggested a selfie to "mark the occasion." Fuck, if this wasn't turning out to be a good day.
"Here, mum," he said excitedly. "Crouch down next to me and lean in," he added holding his phone up. "Actually, it might be better if you kneel. I can't get you in frame properly." And as she knelt beside, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. "Yeah, that's it, mum. On your knees. Now rest both hands on my cock and turn to look up at me. Say cheese."
What a perfect shot. Fuck! She was so dumb, she really had no idea what was happening. "I'll send you this. Save it as your home screen wallpaper. I'll do the same and whenever we look at our phones we'll have a reminder of the occasion."
They say a picture paints a thousand words and although Claire initially thought the idea that they would both share the photo on their phones rather sweet, a thousand words couldn't cover everything that swept through her mind when she set the photo on her home screen. Initially it looked like a perfectly innocent pose of mother and son, but the devil is in the detail. Her hands on the huge bulge of his penis. Her forever erect nipples clear to see. The look of adoration on her face. And she was kneeling. She was kneeling before her son. All whilst Charlie sat open legged, his prosthetic hand on her left shoulder and a look of pure triumph on his grinning face.
If anyone happened to see it, they would know instantly what it meant.
Claire wasn't sure why, but everything felt surreal as they ate. Maybe it was the 'ceremony' and the magnitude of her 'vow,' the photo or perhaps his intentions after dinner, his "dessert" as he'd put it, but her son was happier than she'd seen him. She'd never experienced oral sex. Charles had suggested it once, but the thought was quite disturbing and she'd been quick to rebuff him. He never suggested it again. Now it felt as if it was going to happen whether she wanted it or not and that made her nervous. So nervous, she could barely eat.