I remember that day like it was just yesterday, because it was actually yesterday. A hot, sunny and humid afternoon, perfect for an ice cream or a swim or a siesta under a shade. I cantered into the living room where I found him seated, waiting for me. His beautiful luminous eyes were gazing out of the window a few meters away. He seemed to be immersed in very deep thoughts, as if mentally calculating his losses and achievements. He was stark naked. He had undressed when I went into the kitchen to do something. A naked bum on my couch? Great, I whispered to myself as I rolled my eyes in disgust. I wondered what he was up to, why he felt the need to remove whatever clothing he had on his body. I searched my mind for a clue in vain. My thoughts must have been loud because he turned his head to look at me. Upon seeing me, his eyes fell on my chest. He stared at my bossom for a few seconds then smiled. An evil, naughty curve slowly took over his little, beautiful, mesmerising lips as he looked into my eyes. I knew that look. His eyes were burning in wild desire, after denuding me and picturing my bare, swollen breasts in front of him. I was wearing a light vest with no bra underneath. The outline of my teats were clearly visible and they elicited a deep longing in him. The sight of my bust was ravishing, to him. He was breathing fast. His being was smoked with fine desire. He got off the couch and in his nakedness, started approaching me. I panicked. I started walking backwards to keep distance between us. I knew what he wanted. He had wanted the same several times before and had it by force. This particular day, though, was different. The intensity in his eyes was too much. He seemed to be a ravenous pig, and I, an appetising pile of smelly garbage. I was apprehensive. It was just the two of us in the house and there was no way I could run to safety outside because to do that, I had to get past him. As I walked backwards, something tripped me and I plummeted on the cold, hard floor on my back. That was it. He ran towards me and got on top of me. He tried removing my clothing as I fought to keep his hands off me. NO, PLEASE! I yelled. He just but grunted and went on assaulting me, trying to remove my vest, grabbing my breasts and burrying his face in them. His naked body on top of mine mortified me. Please stop. Please, leave me alone. Please, please, I beg you. Dont do this to me, please. Not again, I pleaded. Grunt. Snort. He didnt care. He was determined to have me like he had so many times before. And I had to fight him like I did so many times before. I had lost in all those fights, and I was determined to win this fight. It was about time I put a stop to this assault. It was about time I used all the strength I had to stop his misdeeds. It was about time this abuse stopped. And it was solely up to me to see all that happen. GET OFF ME! I yelled. YOU ARE HURTING ME! He had managed to lift my vest over my tummy, so now it was exposed. He used a finger to poke my navel. He always poked my navel. What for, I have never known. Maybe for inspiration? Or to mock my powerlessness in his tight, firm grasp? He then managed to lift my vest over my breasts. His lustful eyes widened as he marveled over them like he had so many times before. No. I couldnt let him touch them. Or have a party with them. I had to stop him before he could go any further. With all the might I could muster, I grabbed his naked body and tried to lift it off me. It was a tough ten-minute fight but I was successful. I quickly got up and made a mad dash to the bedroom. He followed me looking very desperate and hungered. He attempted another assault but this time I grabbed his hands before he could touch me. NO. Its not gonna happen. Not again, not ever, I said firmly. I have trusted you ever since I knew you. I have given you everything youve needed and wanted, mostly my undying love. Is this what you think is best to do to me? Do you think it doesnt hurt me, to be forced into something? To to let you do whatever you want to me against my will? I questioned, feeling very emotional and obviously hurt. He looked into my eyes. The evil glint had been replaced with a sad, remorseful look. He gave up. Dont look at me like that, I said. You are not having it your way this time. He looked away. He went to sit down on the floor where he proceeded to cry openly, like a baby. I silently started folding the heap of clothes on the bed and putting them away neatly in the closet like nothing had happened. Those tears will not fool me, Max. They will not. You are two years old, for goodness sake. Two. TWO! Cant you stay at least 30 minutes without almost killing your mother because you want to breastfeed? You just suckled 10 minutes ago! You are not an infant anymore. Get your shit together, young man, I went on. You will not suckle again until tonight when youre going to bed. And I mean it. Are we clear? TONIGHT. Thats about seven or eight hours from now. So if you think you may experience any withdrawal symptoms, let me know so that I can get you a dose of Valium. Or cocaine. Or a cigarette. Maybe if you were classy Id have suggested a cigar and some very expensive scotch that we cannot afford. He bawled louder. And please go get that diaper you removed. I dont want you running around the house naked, pooping on the couch and peeing on the remote. You should be using your potty, by the way. You are a big man now and you embarrass me. God! And stop those annoying vocal noises you call crying. I know youre faking it. I know you. I said no nyonyo until bedtime. Those noises will not change my mind. Shut up. Now go get your diaper and lets cover your little buttocks and those dangling bits at the front. Sniff. Wail. Fake cough. Forced crying. Crocodile tears. Listen kiddo, if you do not want me to get mad, decapitate you and feed you to a starved python, go get that diaper. Now. He got up, walked to me, tightly hugged my legs and sobbed in them. Aaawww my sweet little boy. Come here. Come to momma, my darling, I said, as I lifted him up, sat down and placed him on my laps. Here, let me breastfeed you so that you may feel better. Im sorry, I will never decapitate you and feed you to a starved python. I didnt mean it, my love. Suckle. Suckle. Almost choke on the milk. Suckle. Gulp. Gluttonous suckling. He smiled while at it. That evil, naughty smile. He had tricked me and he finally had his way. Yup. It just takes something small (as small as a (crocodile-tears-filled hug) to tug at your mothers heart for her to give in to your whims without even knowing. Because, my God, SHE JUST LOVES YOU. And she cant help it. Stop it, kids. Seriously. Stop it.
Posted on: Thu, 17 Jul 2014 05:29:09 +0000