Corrin set up a trust for his convalescence. We wouldn't accept a dime from her, but she did it behind our backs. That was the turning point.
I was able to save enough to buy a small home on the other side of town. I had to move my business and buy out Gina. I struggled to re-establish my car lot, successfully.
I came home one night, tired but smiling. I'd paid off a bill. It was for a repair garage. I still owed more money on my home and business mortgages than I'd paid. That garage would double my revenue. I had my health and my mother's love.
"Walter?"
"Yes, Mother." I found her typing on a mock typewriter keyboard. I hugged her shoulders.
"I'll make you something."
"Keep working, Mom." She was beautiful in the blue glow of the widescreen monitor. Fuck court orders. It's not like cops actually cared. Her parole officer stopped visiting after the first year. They had real shit to deal with. Still she used my identity when online. Unfortunately, that left only the sleaziest of dating sites, ones that didn't require ID verification, for her to find lovers who could satisfy her particular needs. She dated twice. I doubt she fucked either of them. She described one as a dom who tried to sound like Peter Lorre, and the other a gay man who needed to come the fuck out.
I opened the fridge. Everything was fresh and delicious looking. Our house was in order. Mom worked hard too. I shut the fridge and walked to my lounge chair. Sinking in, I worried I'd fall asleep. I heard Mother shut down her computer.
"Honey, I need your help."
"No, Mother, You don't."
"What can I do for you, to get you to help me?"
"You need to agree." I reminded her. She never would. The original was her lesson of a lifetime.
"Okay."
My heart stopped.
"I'll agree."
It restarted with a thump that could be heard around the room. I didn't ask her, why now after seven years. I clawed my way out of the deep chair and stood, head clear. "Okay."
Mother stood and walked over to me.
"On your knees, Mother. Tell me exactly what you agree to."
She kneeled slowly, smoothly. "I promise to obey you. I promise to give you everything that is mine."
"In return for your obedience and possessions, I will punish you physically whenever I desire and love you with all my heart." I didn't have to promise the last part. She knew.
"Now?"
I nodded. "Wait there." I wanted to run, but I marched into the bathroom and looked through her things. I found it, buried under her few cosmetics. I brought it to her.
"Next time, have this with you."
"Yes."
"No. I've changed my mind." I withheld the lipstick from her. "Stand and bend over the arm of my chair."
"Thank you."
"Son."
"Thank you, Son." She leaned cautiously. We had never done this before. She had never begged, and I had never offered. I had wanted her full agreement.
"Mother. First, I'm going to punish you for making me wait."
THE END
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