"Hi mom" I say, slamming the door behind me. I'm home from school. "Hi sweety" mom says, stirring a pot on the stove. The smell of rotting flesh wafts up to my face.

"Where's dad?" I ask, already knowing the answer.

"I was getting sick of him, so I got rid of him for good." She says, smiling and dropping a severed hand into the cooking pot. "It's about time." I say with a roll of my eyes.

"So... how was school today?" she asks.

"I got assaulted in the hallway by these two creepy guys."

"That's nice, did you get much homework?"

"Not really. But, I did get a phone number. From one of the creepy hallway guys. He's cute."

"You're such a slut," mom says with a sentimental smile.

"So... how was your day at work, ma?" I ask, coming over to stand behind her and give her a neck and shoulder massage.

"It was crazy, as usual. This one dude wanted me to take it up the ass. Some other john wanted a threesome with me and my coworker, Lisa."

"Christ ma, sounds like a busy day"

She reaches behind herself to caress me between the legs. I can't feel much through the denim I am wearing. I press myself against her hand, continuing to massage her shoulders.

With the other hand she is still stirring the cooking pot. "By the way, I am having that guy who harassed me over for dinner and I'll need some condoms... I'm all out." I say.

"Holy hell, who'd you use them up with so fast?" she asks. I giggle. "I'm not telling!" I tease.

She sighs. "Well, ok you can take some of mine. But don't go crazy, them things are expensive."

She turns around and gives me a big motherly hug, and squeezes my ass a little. I sigh, inhaling the scent of her perfume. It reminds me of all the times she has held me when I was sad.

"Mum, your soup is boiling." I say. "OH, shit!" she says, pushing me away and turning back to the stove. "Who is that for, anyways?" I ask. "Your supper." she says. "NASTY! I don't wanna eat that, ma. That's disgusting!" I whine.

"Too bad, I guess you'll just have to go hungry then." she says.

"Oh well, I always do."

"So, what else did you do today?" she asks. I am back to massaging her shoulders.

"I skipped math class to cut myself in the bathroom. It kinda sucked, 'cause all I had to stop the bleeding was toilet paper. Yuck! I hate how little bits of the toilet paper get stuck in the wound."

She bursts out laughing. Her gaurd is down! In a flash, my hands are around her neck. I am sqeezing.

It doesn't take her long. She is thrashing around and manages to land a few punches and throw me off of her.

"What the FUCK! You little prick! That was not cool!" she hisses, giving me the evil glare.

"I'm sorry mama. I was just playing, will you forgive me?" I ask, trying to sound as innocent and sweet as possible, so as to win her love back. I am glad I didn't suceed. I couldn't live without her.

"I'll think about forgiving you. Now, go to your room to wait for your punishment."