Mother Submission: Part 8
Michelle White walks past her guest room, looking in at the destroyed bed; she knows she should fix it, but the naughty wife has been on an emotional rollercoaster for the past few hours and, at the moment, cannot make herself care no matter how hard she tries. The trip has been a wild ride as she spent the day wondering if her husband Jason loved his sidepiece more than her if she was going to survive what she thought was a sexual assault from Joseph. The final stop though the best that relieved her the most, Jason wanted to spare her the trip's boredom and let Marc use his extra ticket. The exhausted wife pulls the door shut to hide the mess as she walks to her bedroom. The exhausted woman looks at the sleeping clothes on her dresser that have been collecting dust. Michelle's newfound penchant for sleeping nude or semi-nude has rendered her pajamas obsolete. She shakes her weary head again, saying no to the idea of wearing them as she runs her hands through her long, tangled auburn hair. Michelle winces in pain, as her scalp is sensitive to the touch, a side effect of the rough hair pulling Joseph gave her. Her body temperature still running high as she throws the comforter to the floor and peels back, just the sheet. The tired woman drops her barely-there robe to the floor as Michelle climbs into the bed. She sighs deeply as the softness of the silk sheets relaxes her muscles, as she sinks off into her dreams.
Ryan White and his girlfriend Maddie have finished their time together as she gathers her clothing off his floor. The young woman's body aches from the after-effects of her boyfriend's vigorous use of her. She loves the ache and hopes to feel it many more times with him as she bends to pick up her panties from the floor. "Here, you keep these." She says with a grin as she holds them out for Ryan to take them.
"Uh...why?"
"I don't know, maybe in the morning if you wake up horny, you will jerk off into them," Maddie says as she lays the lacey undergarment on the dresser. "Maybe you will think of me, or maybe you'll think of your mom."
"Um...Okay thanks," Ryan says, unsure how to respond to such a thing. He flashes a small half-smile as he looks at the lacey undergarment on his dresser, almost as if they are a trophy.
The young couple kisses one more time as Maddie tries to walk down the steps as quiet as possible to exit the home without alerting anyone. Ryan quietly closes the door and resets the alarm on the house after letting her out. Like his mother, the nineteen-year-old returns to his room; he is happy to drop his tired body into his bed for rest. The young man, while exhausted, feels restless as he tosses and turns in his bed. The images and thoughts of his mom running rampant in his head as he flips his pillow for the third time, hoping it will somehow be more comfortable than it was the last time he did it. After much turning and moving, Ryan finally manages to find a spot to drift off to sleep.
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Miles away from his family at a work conference, Jason White leans over his hotel room desk. The sleepy man sits at the small wobbly office chair, clicking away on his keyboard, oblivious to what has been transpiring at his home. The overworked systems manager glances at his watch, noting the time is four in the morning. He yawns as he grabs the small foam coffee cup taking a sip from it as he rubs his dark tried eyes. The long nights with his wife and his lover taking a toll on the thirty-nine-year-old. He stands from his squeaky office chair to yawn and stretches as he grabs his phone from his desk and walks towards the door to exit his room. As he steps into the well-lit hallway, Jason has to squint and blink his eyes several times to readjust his vision. He rolls his head around, attempting to loosen the cramp in his neck from sleeping on the plane. The sight of the brightly illuminated Red Bull machine a few feet down the hall catches the weary man's gaze. He wonders if that is what he needs to get him going since his coffee has seemingly been ineffective.
Jason walks down the hall towards the small alcove housing, an ice machine, and a few vending machines. He shrugs as he looks at the various items in the snack machine before turning his attention to what brought him down the hall in the first place. "Well, they say it gives you wings." Jason chuckles as he swipes his debit card.
"I never trust those things?"
Jason jumps at the sound of the familiar voice behind him. "Oh, hey Marc," Jason says as he turns to face the voice that startled him. "What things? Energy drinks?"
"No card readers on vending machines," Marc says as he points at the brightly lit up yellow card slot.
"I've never really use them much; Michelle and the kids keep telling me I need to set up Apple Pay on my phone and use it for things like this."
"I don't trust them either." Marc chuckles as his eyes lock in on the snack machine.
"Oh well, desperate times." Jason laughs as he retrieves his cold silver and blue can from the tray and cracks up the pop-top. The sleepy man sips the cold drink wrinkling his nose as the flavor hits his taste buds. "I don't know how people drink this crap."
"I think they taste better with vodka, and besides, the Monster's are better," Marc says as he swipes his debit card and selects the large black and green can from the top row of the other drink machine.
"I thought you didn't trust those things?"
"I don't, but I still use them, I don't trust banks either, but I use one." Marc laughs as he grabs the large can from the vending tray.
"That's way bigger than mine."
"Yeah, its genetics; the black ones usually are bigger." Marc laughs as he opens the top on the can.
"I meant the can asshole. Besides, how many black ones have you been looking at?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. So anyway, what time is our conference today?" Marc says, dismissing Jason's insult and subsequent question.
"We got a couple hours. I need to finish my presentation." Jason says as he starts to head back down the hall towards his hotel room.
"Yeah, I was putting some finishing touches on mine as well," Marc says as he gulps from his energy drink while following his friend down the hall. "Cheap ass company should've flown us out a day earlier this coming in napping, then doing work is bull shit."
"Well, you know how it is. It was all a business decision."
"Of fuck that corporate answer crap. You know I am right." Marc's eyebrows rise, and his cheeks turn red as he tries to get across his point.
"I didn't say you were wrong." Jason laughs as his friend's rants have always entertained him.
"So anyway, instead of bitching about cheap-ass VP's let's talk about what I heard through the grapevine," Marc says as his tone quickly shifts from annoyed to upbeat and excited.
