James Has The Power!
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 6
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Looks like someone is going to be spending a day in the jar,” Delia snickered as she stared at her son half drunk and enjoying her power trip. James closed his eyes, gritting his teeth after hearing what his punishment was. Whenever he did anything to really piss off his big, slob of a mother he’d end up in a mason jar on top of the fridge. It was a horrible experience, trapped in a glass prison, unable to leave until the disgusting, bitch he called a mother remembered him. It was a grim reminder of just how helpless he really was and how Delia could do anything she wished to him.
Delia stomped out of the room, gripping walls with her free hand to keep from toppling over. James remained silent; knowing that if he argued his punishment was only going to be worse. His mom and himself had a bad relationship, she barely looked after him, got drunk and treated him like a pet half the time and a nuisance the other half. He knew that his lack of respect and ignoring her instructions only made things worse, but how can you obey someone that spends half the time drunk off their ass? More than anything, he wished he had another mother, any other mother. Maybe one of the nice, sweet mothers from the neighborhood who always treated him well. Hell, he’d take Paula’s drinking buddy Mary for a mother; at least she liked to interact with him and treated him as a person. It truly seemed like he had the worst mom imaginable.
After nearly falling forwards several times, Paula reached the kitchen where an empty mason jar sat on the counter. She always kept t out, either to remind James of what happens when he misbehaves or because she was too lazy to find a place for it. “You know James, you really should feel grateful that I’m around. Kids like you need to learn their manners or they end up as bums, useless, stupid bums,” Paula said as she moved towards the jar. James remained quiet, even as he felt his tempura flare. Was this bitch serious? He should be grateful to be treated like God damn pet, teased and taunted and denied any maternal love at all? All his life he tried his hardest to be a good son but at some point, he gave up because h knew he would never have a good mother. As her chubby, sweaty fingers gripped him, he squirmed to get free. He’d rather fall to the kitchen floor than listen to this bullshit.
“I try to raise you right, but you're such an ungrateful fuck. I mean, I’m the hottest chick on this street, I could have any guy I want but I’m stuck here, looking after your tiny ass. So you better shape up or I’m gonna stop being nice,” Paula said, unaware that her son was even trying to escape. James was practically shaking right now from rage. He could take neglected Paula or even angry Paula, but he couldn’t stand it when she got holier than thou Paula. She really thought she was great and hot, when in fact she was nothing but an overweight, drunken cunt that social service should have been called on years ago. He didn’t care if he increased his time in the jar or if his mom screamed at him or even tossed him across the room. He had reached his breaking point and wasn’t going to be silent anymore.
“PUT ME DOWN, YOU BITCH!”
Something happened, Paula froze up just before she could grab the jar. Her eyes widened and her fingers went slack, dropping her son in an instant. James screamed in surprise as he fell, landing on his mother’s foot and sliding down to her toes. As he lay at her feet, groaning softly, he looked up at the towering woman, her face blocked out by her huge tits. “I meant put me down on the table, moron.”
Faster than James could ever remember, his mom bent down, her dangling breasts nearly hitting the floor as she bent over to pick him up. Back in her soft, clammy hands, he expected to be going into the jar and that his little outburst was going to cause him untold Hell for the recent future. He closed his eyes, expecting to see the transparent walls of the jar when he opened them again. Instead, he was dumped onto the hard, wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. Opening his eyes again, he stared up at Paula as she stared down at him, her mouth dangling open and her eyes wide in surprise. She stumbled back, not from all the booze she’d drunk, but from shock. “What the fuck just happened?”
“What are you talking about?” James grumbled as he watched Paula curiously. She seemed really freaked out, he had no idea why but if it kept him out of the jar she could have a mental breakdown for all he cared.
“When you told me to drop you I couldn’t control my fingers and let you fall. Then when you told me to put you on the table I did it. I couldn’t control my body,” Paula said in horror as she stared down at her own hands, unable to understand what was happening to her. James continued to stare at her, not too concerned for her well-being. He really didn’t care what was wrong with Paula; in fact, he was finding it kind of funny. Maybe she was finally listening to him and it was such a shock she was having a melt down?
“Maybe you should sit down before you fall on your fat ass,” James muttered, not caring how his mom would react to his disrespect. She looked to frighten by her lack of control to punish him. Much to his surprise, she dropped down hard, falling right on her oversized ass. James peered over the edge of the table, staring at Paula on the floor, a small smile forming on his face as things were becoming clearer.
“Scratch your nose.” Paula scratched her nose.
“Stand back up.” Paula stood back up.
“Hop on one foot.” Paula hoped on one foot.
“Tell me how cool I am.” What seemed to be happening slowly sunk into Paula’s thick skull and she glared angrily at her tiny son. Her anger didn’t stop her from blurting out. “you're pretty cool for a scrawny runt.”
“Oh my God! Oh My God!” James laughed hysterically, gripping his sides as he pointed at his helpless mother. He had total control over her, from what she did to what she said. It was like his fondest dream had come true, for once in his life Paula had to listen to what he said. The things he could do now were mind boggling as he could literally make his mom act like a mom if he wanted to or, he thought with a little malice, turn her into a slave like the way she treated him. He shook his head, this all too much. “How is this happening?”
“I don’t fucking know, maybe it’s because of your dad?” Paula blurted out, her hands slapping into her mouth after she said that. James cocked his head, suddenly very interested in what his mom was saying. His dad was a forbidden topic in the house, never to be mentioned out loud. He had heard Paula ramble a bit about him in her drunken state, mentioning how he owed her child support payments and hoping he was dead. James had always wanted to know more but Paula had told him to fuck off. Realizing that the information could now be his, he uttered one word. “Explain.”
Paula made an expression like she had just taken a sip of expired milk as the words came out of her mouth even as she tried her hardest to keep silent. “Your dad was great at getting women to listen to him, he had this charisma that made you want to follow his instructions perfectly even if they seemed like a bad idea. It’s not like you couldn’t ignore what he said if it was too crazy but his words had this strength behind them that made you wanna follow them. He fucked nearly every girl on this street because of that voice. I didn’t mind too much, I loved when he took control, made me beg for his cock and let him do all kinds of nasty things to me like…”
“Stop explaining!” James said, blushing at how graphic his mom was getting. He was used to her crude, perverted nature, it didn’t bother him as much as it would a normal kid. Still, learning what kinky things his mom was into was not something he wanted right now. Although he had to admit, learning his mom liked to be controlled and dominated was interesting considering how demanding and pushy she was with him. Everyone seems to have a kink and Paula’s turns out to be having someone treat her like a bitch.
Paula was still flapping her gums but nothing was coming out. Realizing that he had to tell her to give her an order to stop trying to talk, James simply said, “Stop.” Once more still, Paula looked down at her son, this time her cheeks a little bit rosy. James wondered if perhaps this was turning the slutty bitch on? It was certainly entertaining him and he knew he had to see how far his control went. It was all crazy, but he was used to crazy. You don’t get easily spooked when your only a couple inches tall. He had to learn more.
Delia stomped out of the room, gripping walls with her free hand to keep from toppling over. James remained silent; knowing that if he argued his punishment was only going to be worse. His mom and himself had a bad relationship, she barely looked after him, got drunk and treated him like a pet half the time and a nuisance the other half. He knew that his lack of respect and ignoring her instructions only made things worse, but how can you obey someone that spends half the time drunk off their ass? More than anything, he wished he had another mother, any other mother. Maybe one of the nice, sweet mothers from the neighborhood who always treated him well. Hell, he’d take Paula’s drinking buddy Mary for a mother; at least she liked to interact with him and treated him as a person. It truly seemed like he had the worst mom imaginable.
After nearly falling forwards several times, Paula reached the kitchen where an empty mason jar sat on the counter. She always kept t out, either to remind James of what happens when he misbehaves or because she was too lazy to find a place for it. “You know James, you really should feel grateful that I’m around. Kids like you need to learn their manners or they end up as bums, useless, stupid bums,” Paula said as she moved towards the jar. James remained quiet, even as he felt his tempura flare. Was this bitch serious? He should be grateful to be treated like God damn pet, teased and taunted and denied any maternal love at all? All his life he tried his hardest to be a good son but at some point, he gave up because h knew he would never have a good mother. As her chubby, sweaty fingers gripped him, he squirmed to get free. He’d rather fall to the kitchen floor than listen to this bullshit.
“I try to raise you right, but you're such an ungrateful fuck. I mean, I’m the hottest chick on this street, I could have any guy I want but I’m stuck here, looking after your tiny ass. So you better shape up or I’m gonna stop being nice,” Paula said, unaware that her son was even trying to escape. James was practically shaking right now from rage. He could take neglected Paula or even angry Paula, but he couldn’t stand it when she got holier than thou Paula. She really thought she was great and hot, when in fact she was nothing but an overweight, drunken cunt that social service should have been called on years ago. He didn’t care if he increased his time in the jar or if his mom screamed at him or even tossed him across the room. He had reached his breaking point and wasn’t going to be silent anymore.
“PUT ME DOWN, YOU BITCH!”
Something happened, Paula froze up just before she could grab the jar. Her eyes widened and her fingers went slack, dropping her son in an instant. James screamed in surprise as he fell, landing on his mother’s foot and sliding down to her toes. As he lay at her feet, groaning softly, he looked up at the towering woman, her face blocked out by her huge tits. “I meant put me down on the table, moron.”
Faster than James could ever remember, his mom bent down, her dangling breasts nearly hitting the floor as she bent over to pick him up. Back in her soft, clammy hands, he expected to be going into the jar and that his little outburst was going to cause him untold Hell for the recent future. He closed his eyes, expecting to see the transparent walls of the jar when he opened them again. Instead, he was dumped onto the hard, wooden table in the middle of the kitchen. Opening his eyes again, he stared up at Paula as she stared down at him, her mouth dangling open and her eyes wide in surprise. She stumbled back, not from all the booze she’d drunk, but from shock. “What the fuck just happened?”
“What are you talking about?” James grumbled as he watched Paula curiously. She seemed really freaked out, he had no idea why but if it kept him out of the jar she could have a mental breakdown for all he cared.
“When you told me to drop you I couldn’t control my fingers and let you fall. Then when you told me to put you on the table I did it. I couldn’t control my body,” Paula said in horror as she stared down at her own hands, unable to understand what was happening to her. James continued to stare at her, not too concerned for her well-being. He really didn’t care what was wrong with Paula; in fact, he was finding it kind of funny. Maybe she was finally listening to him and it was such a shock she was having a melt down?
“Maybe you should sit down before you fall on your fat ass,” James muttered, not caring how his mom would react to his disrespect. She looked to frighten by her lack of control to punish him. Much to his surprise, she dropped down hard, falling right on her oversized ass. James peered over the edge of the table, staring at Paula on the floor, a small smile forming on his face as things were becoming clearer.
“Scratch your nose.” Paula scratched her nose.
“Stand back up.” Paula stood back up.
“Hop on one foot.” Paula hoped on one foot.
“Tell me how cool I am.” What seemed to be happening slowly sunk into Paula’s thick skull and she glared angrily at her tiny son. Her anger didn’t stop her from blurting out. “you're pretty cool for a scrawny runt.”
“Oh my God! Oh My God!” James laughed hysterically, gripping his sides as he pointed at his helpless mother. He had total control over her, from what she did to what she said. It was like his fondest dream had come true, for once in his life Paula had to listen to what he said. The things he could do now were mind boggling as he could literally make his mom act like a mom if he wanted to or, he thought with a little malice, turn her into a slave like the way she treated him. He shook his head, this all too much. “How is this happening?”
“I don’t fucking know, maybe it’s because of your dad?” Paula blurted out, her hands slapping into her mouth after she said that. James cocked his head, suddenly very interested in what his mom was saying. His dad was a forbidden topic in the house, never to be mentioned out loud. He had heard Paula ramble a bit about him in her drunken state, mentioning how he owed her child support payments and hoping he was dead. James had always wanted to know more but Paula had told him to fuck off. Realizing that the information could now be his, he uttered one word. “Explain.”
Paula made an expression like she had just taken a sip of expired milk as the words came out of her mouth even as she tried her hardest to keep silent. “Your dad was great at getting women to listen to him, he had this charisma that made you want to follow his instructions perfectly even if they seemed like a bad idea. It’s not like you couldn’t ignore what he said if it was too crazy but his words had this strength behind them that made you wanna follow them. He fucked nearly every girl on this street because of that voice. I didn’t mind too much, I loved when he took control, made me beg for his cock and let him do all kinds of nasty things to me like…”
“Stop explaining!” James said, blushing at how graphic his mom was getting. He was used to her crude, perverted nature, it didn’t bother him as much as it would a normal kid. Still, learning what kinky things his mom was into was not something he wanted right now. Although he had to admit, learning his mom liked to be controlled and dominated was interesting considering how demanding and pushy she was with him. Everyone seems to have a kink and Paula’s turns out to be having someone treat her like a bitch.
Paula was still flapping her gums but nothing was coming out. Realizing that he had to tell her to give her an order to stop trying to talk, James simply said, “Stop.” Once more still, Paula looked down at her son, this time her cheeks a little bit rosy. James wondered if perhaps this was turning the slutty bitch on? It was certainly entertaining him and he knew he had to see how far his control went. It was all crazy, but he was used to crazy. You don’t get easily spooked when your only a couple inches tall. He had to learn more.
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