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Your head hurts and your eyes string as you awake from the deep slumber you fell in. You figure it's late at night, but not too late since the After Dark show is still going. You figure you fell asleep for an hour or two. You feel like a dumb angsty teenager; crying yourself to sleep while latching onto a photo of you and your crush hanging out. It's pretty pathetic if you ask me!
Well, since everyone's out there not having fun then you suppose it's okay if you stay in Mom's bed for a bit longer, it's very comfortable and honestly you don't wanna get up. Instead you start to think about the owner of this bed, you haven't seen him lately and that makes you quite sad. You used to love all those chit chats you always had and, all those times you played together and sang songs and held hands and looked at eachother in the eyes...
All those times you got a bit too rough when wrestling. You couldn't say too rough but... it wasn't exactly wrestling if you two popped a boner when you had Mom pinned down on the floor. It was very awkward, much more if more people were in the same room. You could never act on your desires when it came to Mom, someone always had to interrupt or pull you apart as things started to get interesting. And boy it was very often!
There was this one time you two were showering together to save some water and you were having a hard time reaching a spot in your back. Mom happily helped you out and boy, it felt really nice! He scrubbed your back with care and gentleness and god feeling his hands run down your back made you pop a boner. It was embarrassing and you didn't want to turn around, else he'd find out you were enjoying yourself a bit too much. But soon your worry faded and surprise took its place when you felt something poke your bum and his heavy breathing on the back of your neck. Just as you collected enough courage to turn and kiss him you heard a loud knock at the door. It was Cleo, it seemed like some pirates were ready to raid the ship! Sadly, you had to excuse yourself and rush out of the shower. You were pretty upset after you dealt with the pirates; not only you couldn't shower properly but you also ended up with blue balls. You figured the mood was ruined and Mom probably needed some time to think about it.
Damn, remembering that left you wanting some release. You looked down at the bulge in your pants and sighed, you figure it'll be another lonely wank. That is until you hear someone walk into the cell.
It's Mom, your best friend.
Your heart skips a bit when you realize it's him. He's staring at you with wide eyes and tears start falling from them, he slowly approaches you and places a gentle hand on your cheek. His hands always tender and soft and loving, you lean into the touch and allow yourself to sigh. You missed his touch.
Then, he lifts his hand and BITCHSLAPS you right in the fucking face. Who knew this guy could slap THAT hard? You rub your stinging cheek and stare at him with a questioning expression. Mom doesn't look pleased at all, in fact he looks royally pissed.
-What is wrong with you?! Do you realize how hurt everyone is? How hurt I am?! I bet you don't even care! - He went off without holding anything back. He fought his tears back and tried to keep his voice from breaking but it was to no avail. Mom was truly hurt, and he made sure to let you know.
You could only stare with a stupid expression on your face, still clenching your fists around the edges of the photo. You felt like he stabbed you right in the heart and the stinging on your face didn't go away. The tears flowed more and more until you were sobbing again.
You felt pathetic. Your crush hates you and you bet there's nothing you can do about it, but explain yourself and ask for forgiveness.
- It's the hat... It makes me do all these stuff; crave gems and attention and... intimacy... I want to be held yet I want to push my friends to the most extreme conditions for the sake of performance! I-I'm sorry, Mom I...! I'm fucking pathetic!!!- You wept, expecting to be yelled at. But instead you felt your best friend embrace you tenderly.
-I know it's not you... Yet, I couldn't stop myself. I feel so much remorse, anger... Our friends are out there being made do lewd stuff against their will... Why, Hatty? Why are you doing this?!- He held your face with both his hands, his thumb caressing in a comforting way only him knew it was calming for you.
-I n-need gems... Th-they ask for them... They always want more... they yell at me if I don't have them... I... I feel empty without gems, without the loud applause of the audience or the rich, buttery substance only popcorn can provide... I'm one greedy bastard I know it!- You were shaking as you spoke, as you remembered the voices and the terror they made you feel when you didn't please them.
Mom held you tight and rocked you back and forth. It was mind-breaking to know you too were made to do stuff against your will, yet he called it. He and your friends figured the hat contained the souls of the previous theater managers.
-I forgive you, Hatty. I know you didn't mean any of this. We all know you don't want to do this.-
Hell you fucking do. Ever since you were forced to wear this bullshit hat you wanted to do this. It's horrible but you can't hell but enjoy it. You decide not to tell him this, you don't want any more bitchslaps coming from him.
You figure that, since he's here and no one will be around for another hour or two, it might be time to let him know what he's wanted to hear for so long.
-I love you, Mom. I truly do. This isn't how best friends should feel, I know... B-but, I can't help being in love with you. - You looked down only expecting to be rejected. There's no way in hell he'd want to be with you or at least feel the same after all the bullshit you've done.
But children, some say actions are worth more than words, and Mom decided to act instead of speak. He planted a chaste kiss on your lips clearly inexperienced in this whole kiss thing. You can't blame him since you two have been playing around instead of loving eachother properly, the guy never got to kiss someone. I guess it's never too late to start stuff, eh?
Your hands start to shake and go weak with each passing second until you drop the picture you were holding and place your hands on Mom's hips, inviting him to sit with you. You push the kiss further, parting your lips and kissing him back and your hands hold his as you both figure out how to kiss properly. It's mostly sloppy and awkward but with each passing minute you get better and better until you're both blushing and panting.
Mom looks lovely, his smile gives you life, it lights something within you that seemed to have died when you were forced to wear the hat. Everything suddenly feels... better. The voices aren't there, your headache is gone, the empty feeling in your chest is no more, all because of him. He who stayed with you even when you turned out to be an insufferable prick, your best friend is here and he is no longer your best friend; but your lover.
Hands explore eachother's bodies while you exchange loving looks and small but desperate kisses, soon the small pecks turn into passionate, sloppy make outs. You're both holding eachother like you can't get close enough, you NEED eachother. It's not long before you lay Mom on his back, admiring his weak yet cute figure. His chest moves with every heavy breath and as you examine his naked body you realize your touchy feely make out session has left him very excited. You gotta thank the cats for making your friends stay naked.
You start undressing yourself for your lover, imitating what you picked up from his depraved performances. You are no stripper, you gotta admit it. It just seems like you’re one of those cheap chicks at some cheap and mediocre men’s club, but you’re doing your best and that’s what counts. Even Mom knows you’re trying and that makes him smile, and hell he’s gotta love you a lot ‘cause his dick is twitching in need. As soon as you remove your work shirt his hands are all over your chest and belly, feeling the soft skin and teasing your nipples with his thumbs. He doesn’t stop there though, he rubs your sides knowing you’re hecking ticklish and now that you’ve gained a few pounds (you gotta thank the chef’s generosity and your staff for adding extra butter to your popcorn) you’re even more sensitive. You don’t laugh at the stimulation, instead you moan lowly. Now that’s something new! You've never tried touching your body while you jacked off or got some cat guard to ride your cock but good golly does it feel fucking amazing. Mom is driving you insane, it’s like he’s been practising for this very moment and he shows he’s growing impatient as he helps you with the rest of your clothes.
You are both there in this bed naked and holding and looking at eachother in the eyes like hormonal teenagers discovering love and lust for the first time. It’s exciting, your heart is racing and you’re sweating bullets and you’re pretty sure Mom is as nervous as you but as long as you’re together there’s nothing to be afraid of, there’s no shame or dissaproval, only love.