• #1: Vetra’s Secret

• #2: Colleen’s Therapy

Description: Several weeks after the end of the Lakeside Cougars trilogy, Vetra confesses a dark fantasy she has wanted to roleplay her entire life, but has never found anyone she felt she could trust to do it with. Until she met Atticus.

Something was off about Vetra.

Atticus was sure of it now. It had been there all night, occasionally reaching out and snagging his attention. It was little things, and when it came to a woman like Vetra, especially little things.

The occasional slight pauses in unnatural places.

The way her gaze lingered just a little too long when she was looking at him.

The way she shifted in her seat.

It was so faint that he hadn’t really picked up on it until they’d spent most of the day together. Maybe it was because it was such a nice day. Now that they were more or less settled into their new lives together, things were going very well.

It had only been a few weeks since Susan had announced her pregnancy, but it felt like months had passed. It had been...a little awkward, meeting her parents. Once they got a fuller grasp of the implications of the relationship.

Well, no, it had already been awkward, given he was a twenty six year old guy knocking up a forty year old woman.

Ultimately though, they had arrived at something of a stalemate. Her parents weren’t terrible, just a little confused and, given some of the things Susan had struggled with during her life, paranoid. But they knew and trusted Edith, and she largely seemed to smooth things over.

What he really thought smoothed things over was the fact that they were going to get a grandkid. They always lit up when talking about the baby.

Well, a win was a win.

Besides that, mostly he’d just been hanging out with the women in his life, exploring Lakeside, helping out at the cat shelter and the cafe, and working on his games.

It was a very good life.

Right now, they were winding down another day of their vacation of a life. Everyone was over. Edith and Kate were toasted, and Colleen was a little drunk. Susan wasn’t either, obviously, but neither was Vetra. He almost suggested it a couple of times, just to help her unwind, but something told him that if she wanted to be tipsy or stoned, she would be.

So he’d left it alone.

Now, he saw, was his time to strike.

Vetra had just gone out back for a moment. He looked around. No one was picking up on her tension. Susan didn’t quite have an eye for things like that, and everyone else was varying levels of intoxicated.

Atticus got to his feet. “All right, be back in a minute. Gonna go hang out with Vetra.”

“Where’d she go?” Colleen asked, looking around.

“Ducked out for some air. I need some too. Love you all,” he said, and headed out as they told him they loved him, too.

He was never going to get tired of hearing that.

Vetra jumped a little when he stepped out back.

“Atticus,” she said alertly.

He chuckled. “Hey, Vetra. Um...are you okay? You’ve seemed kind of tense most of the night.”

She stared at him, plainly surprised, then sighed. “Either I’m getting worse at measuring my own emotions, or you’re too good at reading me.”

“I think I’m just good at reading you. No one else noticed.”

“Mmm.” She didn’t seem satisfied.

“Sorry, I just...am worried about you.”

“I know. You do tend to worry. But you shouldn’t. It’s not anything serious, it’s not even anything bad. It’s...something I’m a little...embarrassed about. I want to ask you something.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Yes,” she said, stepping up to him with a mildly annoyed look on her face, “because you’re so damned reasonable.”

“Are you really complaining about that?”

She groaned. “No, I’m not. I’m just...this is difficult for me to talk about. I apologize.”

“It’s fine, Vetra,” he replied, settling his hands on her hips.

“You have too much patience,” she muttered.

“Seems like I’ve got just enough, given my situation.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I’ll give you that.”

She fell silent, losing her smile. Then she looked off to the side, at the moonlit landscape. He waited. Finally, without looking back, she began to speak.

“There’s something I want from you, Atticus. A sex act. I’m comfortable asking you to do it, and doing it with you, but I am...wrestling with emotions tied to it. I don’t want to get into it, but I was shamed rather intensely for it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Vetra.”

“Thank you. It’s...in the past. Although I’m still bitter about it.” Finally, she looked at him. “It kept me from actually trying it. Even once.” She pursed her lips. “I suppose that isn’t completely true. Other things prevented it, too.” She snorted, irritated, and shook her head. “And I’m still dancing around it. We’ve discussed it before. Painal.”

“Yes. Painful anal sex. Though our discussion was...rather light on details,” he replied.

“Right. I suppose if we’re going to talk about it, then we should talk about it. My biggest issue, really, was that I never met a man I thought I could trust with it. Until you. And I’ve been working up the courage to talk about it with you directly all night. Also,” she put a hand on his chest and stared more intently into his eyes, “please do not take this the wrong way. I’m not hesitating because I feel like I can’t trust you.”

“I understand, Vetra. Don’t worry, I’m not offended. Some things are just hard to talk about. I’m not going to take it personally.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

For another moment, she seemed vaguely lost. It was so strange seeing Vetra like this. She had opened up to him in a way he suspected she had for no one else in her life. Or, at least, she hadn’t opened up like this in a very long time. But she was so much more...expressive now. To an outsider, the change might seem mild at best, but for him? She was different. In a good way.

He liked it. She seemed happier. In some way he couldn’t really articulate, she almost seemed healthier.

“Okay,” she said, looking at him again, “I’m here. I’m ready to talk about this. So...I like painal. A lot. And it’s been my fantasy for...decades now. It isn’t just the rough, painful anal sex, though. It’s more than that. I’ve had a lot of time to think about it, and it definitely morphed into a rape fantasy. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Yes,” he replied simply.

“Oh. Okay. I...thought maybe you might take more issue with it. But that’s great.” She paused. “Are you sure? And you aren’t just saying it for my benefit?”

“I’m sure, Vetra. We agreed to be honest with each other.”

“Yes, we did. And, I believe you, it’s just...you have that tendency.”

“I know, it was a fair ask. It’s something I’m still struggling with a little. But I’m honestly really aroused by what you’ve said so far.”

“Oh, so you want to rape me in the ass?” she murmured.

He chuckled. “In a manner of speaking, yes. So, what do you want?”

“Eager?”

“Very.”

She laughed, relaxing what seemed to be the rest of the way. “Good. So am I. This is what I’m looking for: we are hooking up and you ‘accidentally’ put it in my ass. I try to make you stop, but you just keep going until you finish. Now...I’m going to be rather...rough. I’m going to be really struggling. I mean, I’m not going break your nose or gouge your eye, but it’s not going to be like a lot of the overly produced porn where the ‘resistance’ is lackluster and ends halfway through. No, this is going to be like those uncomfortably real amateur porn vids. I want you to be violent with me. Choke me. Slap me. Scream at me. Spit on my face.”

“Wow.”

“Yes. This is what I want. I will really be trying to get away from you, so...don’t hold back. Are we clear?”

“Yes, we’re clear. I assume you want lube.”

“Yes.”

“Do you care if the others watch?”

“They can watch.”

“All right, then. Anything else?”

“No. I’m ready if you are...oh, you are ready,” she murmured, looking down and smirking.

“Uh, yes. Very.”

“Mmm. When you have rape play with others, I very much want to watch.”

“Noted.”

He took her hand and they walked back inside. As they did closed the door behind them, Vetra walked into the living room and cleared her throat dramatically.

“Atticus is about to rape me up the ass, so if anyone wants to watch that, now is the time,” she announced, then walked away.

There was a general scramble as everyone hurried to follow him and Vetra as they walked into the bedroom. Atticus could feel sexual energy thrumming through him. He had enjoyed a great deal of fun sexual exploration with the women here. He’d definitely done things he hadn’t realistically thought he would get to.

But this…

Was apparently especially exciting. They’d played with some rougher sex now and a little bit of roleplay, but nothing quite so intense as this.

Was he going to be up to to the task?

Well, if he wasn’t, Vetra would forgive him.

So for once he was going to set aside his worries and just dive right into enjoying this.

Atticus hastily began taking his clothes off, getting into character. Vetra probably didn’t expect too much acting from him, but...she’d appreciate it if he put thought into it. If he made it feel more real. More authentic.

Ever since he’d had his first little roleplay session with Colleen when she was Missus Silver and he was a younger author, he’d felt that spark. It was excitement, sure but it was also something he was apparently good at. He’d done roleplay before and he knew he was all right at it, but being all right and being good were two different things.

As Atticus got down to his boxers, he moved over to Vetra, embracing her slim body from behind and cupping her bare breasts as soon as she got her bra off. He felt her body language change the moment he did. It was subtle, but it was there. She grew more tense. Uncomfortable.

Well, he already knew she was an excellent actress. He should feel more confident about his own abilities, given their few brief roleplay sessions. But pretending you were newlywed was in no way the same as pretending a rape was happening.

Atticus kissed the side of her neck, massaging her breasts. “You ready? I’ve got to get up early tomorrow, so I kinda want to do this quick.”

She tensed a little more. “I’m a little nervous about this.”

“It’s all right, it’ll be fine, Vetra. Just…”

His hands went down to her hips, gripped her panties, and began pulling them down. They got far enough that he released them and they fell the rest of the way down her trim legs.

“On the bed,” he murmured.

“Okay,” she whispered. There was just a hint, just a tiny hint of fear in her voice. “Um, so, how should I be?”

“Lay flat on your stomach. I’m going to fuck you prone,” he replied with a casualness that bordered on callousness.

“All right,” she said softly.

She laid flat and he took off his boxers. This probably wasn’t going to be a particularly long session, he realized as he grabbed the lube and crawled onto the bed. It was going to feel pretty damn good, and it was going to be pretty damn hot.

He’d be lucky to last a minute.

Hopefully that was enough for her, but…

They could always do this again.

Reminding himself of her safeword to ensure that he had it locked firmly into his mind so he could break off the instant she used it, he lubed up himself and her. She gasped and shuddered as he poured the lube, but otherwise said nothing.

For just a moment, Atticus wondered if maybe he should build it up a little more. But no, he could tell she was too impatient for that. She wanted him to dive right in.

So that’s exactly what he did.

Atticus rested his head at the entrance of her tight, fit ass. He penetrated her, making her gasp, then groan quietly. He began pushing his way in. Almost immediately, he sensed impatience from her. Ah, so she wanted the real deal.

Well, he could accommodate that just fine.

Atticus pushed his cock the rest of the way up her ass, making her scream.

“Fuck! Shit! Take it out! That hurts!” she cried, squirming.

Atticus put his hands on her shoulders and held her down. “Babe, I told you it was going to hurt a bit. This is normal.”

“This is not a bit! Take it out! Seriously!” she cried, lifting her head and looking back at him with one eye, which was wide and fearful.

“Vetra, come on, it won’t last long,” he said, and started fucking her up the ass.

She screamed again and began squirming harder. “Stop! Atticus! Please!”

He laid down against her backside, pressing her into the mattress with his own weight, then grabbed her hands by the back and pressed them down into the mattress to either side of her.

“Just let me finish,” he replied, and kept fucking her.

“Ah! No! Atticus! This is rape!” she shrieked.

“Then it’s fucking rape,” he growled in her ear, suddenly angry, and began pounding her even harder.

“NO! FUCK! STOP!”

Fuck, she was seriously good at this. It was stuff like this that made him nervous about recording, it probably would seem really legit. Even with Vetra verifying it, it would probably be suspect. Well, they weren’t recording right now, so he supposed it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was Vetra’s tight ass.

And he was already kinda getting close. So he was going to have to change things up.

“I’m going to call the police if you don’t stop!” she yelled.

He did stop, and she gasped, panting. “Is that what you’re going to do?” he asked, his lips so close to her ear they brushed it when he spoke. “In that case, I might as well finish.”

“No!” she screamed as he reached up and grabbed the handcuffs they’d bought for just such an occasion. “Atticus, don’t! I’m serious!”

He clapped the cuffs onto her hands, then he flipped her over onto her back. She squeezed her legs shut, panting furiously, staring at him with wide eyes, her hair a mess already. She really looked the part.

“Stop!” she demanded as he began working his fingers between her clenched thighs.

He ignored her, forcing her legs open, and got between them. Then he slipped back into her fantastically tight ass and resumed pounding her. She shrieked again.

“Shut the fuck up!” he snapped, slapping her hard across the face.

“Fuck you!” she screamed.

“Oh, fuck me? You mouthy little fucking bitch,” he growled, and slapped her again, harder. Then twice more, harder than that.

“Fuck you, Atticus!” she roared and began struggling much more fiercely.

She definitely would have given him more trouble if he hadn’t handcuffed her, and he was sure that Vetra knew a way of getting out of handcuffs. If anyone would, it was her. And something about that made the encounter much more appealing.

Dominating a woman was great.

Dominating a capable, competent, confident woman was a lot more than great.

He sighed and backhanded her this time. She cried out and for a second he wondered if that was too hard. But she was glaring up at him, her face a mask of hate and fear, and he knew he hadn’t gone too far. If he had, she would have at the very least broken character.

If anything, she seemed more into it than ever.

“Stop talking back to me, or I’ll really punish you,” he said, sticking a finger in her face.

Vetra then took a calculated risk.

She bit his finger.

Like, for real.

It hurt, but didn’t do any real damage. Which meant it did exactly what it was supposed to do.

“You fucking bitch!” he snapped, staring at his finger for a second before slapping her three times in rapid succession, then backhanded her again.

It actually hurt kind of bad. But she hadn’t broken the skin, and it was obvious she hadn’t done any damage to the bone. It just hurt.

Good fuel. And she knew that.

She showed her teeth in a furious grimace, staring up at him, panting heavily.

“You need some fucking manners,” he growled, then slapped her once more.

And then he laid his hands on her throat.

She gasped, then began squirming more intensely, then more furiously, as he began choking her. He was careful. Given the fact that one of them was going to take the roleplay in this direction at some point, Atticus had done some research. Vetra gagged and struggled harder, trying to buck him off of her.

“Take this, you fucking bitch,” he growled, pounding hard up her ass while he kept choking her.

He leaned in and spit on her cheek.

Vetra made a new sound and the quality of her bucking changed. She was coming, he realized. He relaxed his grip, letting her breathe some, and kept going.

“You...fucking...bitch!” he screamed as began going as hard and as fast as he could.

That did it.

He groaned loudly and she screamed as he began coming. He shoved his cock as far as it would go up her sweet, mature ass as he began letting out. She screamed each time he thrust into her, with each fresh burst of his seed, each shockwave of pleasure pulsing through him. He pumped her ass full of his seed and she came right along with him.

And then their first rough roleplay was over, and he was carefully extracting himself from her.

“You okay, Vetra?” he asked.

“Um...mmm...yes,” she managed, aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her. “I...yes. I’m okay. I...mmm. That was so much more intense than I thought it would be. Also, ow.”

He chuckled, then grabbed some toiletpaper they kept on the headboard and used it to wipe his spit off her face.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her eyes closed as she came back down from the dizzying high. “Could you, um…?”

She rolled onto her side.

“Of course.”

Atticus undid the cuffs and set them back on the headboard, then ran a hand slowly down the side of her face. She made a happy sound and leaned into it.

“Fuck me, that was hot,” Susan whispered.

“Yeah…” Colleen murmured.

“Can we do that?” Kate asked.

“Yes. Yes, we absolutely can,” Atticus replied. “But for now, Vetra needs some aftercare.”

“I do,” she agreed tiredly. “And some painkillers. Fuck, next time I’m pre-gaming with painkillers. Damn. But it was good. It was amazing, Atticus...will you carry me to the shower?”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead, then got up. “Of course, love.”

Scooping her up in his arms, Atticus began carrying her towards the master bathroom.

All in all, that had been a hell of a session.

Description: One typical day, Colleen is acting atypical. She’s about to suggest a somewhat unique form of therapy…

Colleen had been acting weird all day.

It had begun in the morning.

Atticus had awoken with a vague sense that something was off. He’d chalked it up to an empty bed at first. He did tend to sleep in the most and the women he shared his bed with tended to wake up earlier. Edith especially, she was usually gone when he woke up, too full of energy, too ready to greet the day, even now.

He’d say Colleen was there about three quarters of the time. If she stayed the night, it was pretty random whether or not Vetra would be there. And if she slept upstairs, Susan usually slept in later than he did. But Vetra hadn’t spent the night and Susan had wanted a big bed all together herself last night after their fuck session.

Atticus had tried to ignore the feeling, but it lingered, faint yet persistent, as he went through his morning wake up routine. It strengthened when he first saw Colleen. She was tucked away in her office, the door closed. He’d knocked on the door. Normally he wouldn’t. It meant she was working on a novel in some capacity.

But today felt a little different, so he did.

When she’d answered the door, he had become sure something was off. She looked...pensive. But he couldn’t really read anything beyond that. Four months into the relationship, Atticus had gotten good at reading her. He could usually tell what her varied emotional states were telegraphing. He his best guess then was that she had something to surprise him with, something she was working on and she didn’t want to get caught because it would spoil the surprise.

So he’d left it at that when she had said she was busy and she’d probably be working until evening. He’d nodded, they’d shared a kiss, and she had gone back to work with the door closed. As the day had gone on, however, he became less sure of his initial guess.

Typically speaking, when one of them was going to surprise him with something, they told the others. And despite what they thought, none of them could keep things from him. Not entirely. Except Vetra. Well, Vetra was the best at it, but even with her he could tell when something was bugging her. And none of them were acting like they knew some big, sexy surprise was coming.

Not Susan when she emerged from the basement. Not Vetra when she popped by for a visit. Not Edith when she’d come back from her usual woodland walk. They were all business as usual. And so he’d done his day as he usually did now: hanging out with the women, sex with at least one of them somewhere in there, usually the morning, (he’d actually gone and fucked Susan awake to deal with his morning wood), eating, going for a little walk along the lake’s edge, (today alone), and working on his new game.

It was almost done.

Well, that’s what he told himself, at least.

Now it was near sundown. The days were getting shorter now as September bled into October. It was getting colder. He was looking forward to his first winter with his harem.

Colleen had finally emerged from her office, said she wasn’t hungry, and then had gone to the master bathroom. She’d been in there for about forty five minutes now. Edith and Susan were curious by this point what she was up to.

They were all sitting in the living room now, talking about their pasts. He had a lot of catching up to do, and Atticus knew in his heart that he could gratefully and gladly enjoy nights full of talking with and learning about his new wives for the rest of his life. He had never known greater peace than in this lakehouse, sitting with these women.

“Do you have any idea what Colleen’s been doing all day?” Edith asked suddenly.

“I was actually going to ask you the same thing,” Atticus replied.

“I don’t know,” Susan said when they looked at her.

“I haven’t heard anything from Vetra. I figured she was working on something for her new novel, but…” He shrugged.

“Hopefully we’ll find out sometime soon,” Edith murmured.

Atticus felt a small but potent starburst of happiness as she said that. Edith had anxiety problems, there was no denying it, but it had taken her a while to first get medication and then find the right medication. But she had done it, and now she was so much calmer.

If this was June or July, she would have been pacing, edging slowly towards panic, worried that something had gone wrong with Colleen or she secretly hated her now. He could tell she wanted to know, and she was a little worried, but it was clear that she was experiencing so much less anxiety.

The bedroom door opened behind him, breaking his thoughts. He turned and looked. Colleen stood there, done up in makeup, wearing a robe and...a beanie. Huh, weird.

“Why are you wearing that?” Edith murmured.

“Reasons,” Colleen replied distractedly. She looked a little nervous. “Atticus, may I have some time alone with you?”

“Sure.”

He kissed Susan and Edith, then got up and joined her in the bedroom. She shut the door behind her firmly and then took his hand, guided him gently over to the foot of the bed, and had him sit down.

“You’re kinda freaking me out,” he admitted.

“I know. I’m sorry. This is nothing bad,” she replied. “This is...me trying to do something for you. Something that I genuinely don’t know how you’ll take, or if it’s even a good idea. That’s what I was doing all day: researching this...thing I’m about to offer to do with you. But this isn’t a thing that’s really spoken of, at least not in official circles. So I’ve had to sort through a lot of anecdotal tales of extremely dubious veracity.”

“Okay. So...I’m guessing it’s a sex thing you want to try.”

“Yes.”

“Well, you know me, I’ll always hear you out.”

“I know, and I appreciate that. Deeply. What has me nervous is that this is...very personal to you.”

“Oh. Um...okay. Look, love of my life, I appreciate your anxiety and that this is going to be a delicate topic, but I would appreciate it if you treated it like you do everything else: head on.”

“You’re right. Okay. I’ve been pondering this for a while, ever since I got the idea. We’ve been getting deeper into roleplay and now you’ve raped me violently a few times and that’s been extremely sexually gratifying. We’ve also done a fair amount of incestuous roleplay.”

“Yes, we have,” he murmured.

At this point, every single one of the cougars in his life had been both aunt and mother. Kate had been cousin and his sister. She preferred sister. He’d been kind of surprised by it all. Both in how willing and wanting they all were to do it, and how much enjoyed it.

“Well, an idea I had is...as a potential form of therapy, I thought that we could, perhaps, combine the two roleplays.”

Atticus thought about that for a moment. “So am I hearing in right in that we should do a mother-son roleplay where I rape you?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Colleen was mommy the most.

No surprise there.

“Yes,” she said, wincing slightly, like she was afraid of an outburst.

He realized abruptly that that’s exactly what she was afraid of. It was no secret that his parents, particularly his mother, was a sensitive topic. When Colleen played his mother, she wasn’t playing his actual mother, she was playing some other mother. Some idealized mother. And it was very hot.

“You got the idea from the last time, didn’t you?” he asked.

She nodded. She had wanted to try a ‘reluctant mother’ roleplay, where he kind of pushed her into it. She’d gotten drunk for the session, and it had been a pretty deeply gratifying one for both of them. And for the others, who were watching in and masturbating.

“All right. I’m clearing missing something, though. The only clue being...you said it would be a form of therapy. What specifically are you driving at?”

“You’re still very angry with your mother. Rightly so. I am, too. You hate her, so do I. But I wasn’t raised by her, it’s obviously different for you. And I got this idea, and I couldn’t get it out of my head. Yes, because it’s arousing, but also because...it might help you. I want to pretend to be your mother, and you...rape me. Yell at me, hit me, say all the things you want to say to her. And, just so we’re clear: I won’t judge you for doing this, Atticus. But this is a shot in the dark, that’s why I’m so nervous. I have no idea if you’ll be into it or if you’ll hate the idea or, even if you love it, will it actually help you or will it make the situation worse?”

“Oh,” Atticus murmured once she’d stopped speaking. “This is why you’ve been so nervous today. Well, Colleen, let me put your fears to ease: I don’t hate this idea. I’m admittedly intrigued by it, partially because my mother was so...irritatingly attractive. And yes, I would like to try this. As for if it will help or hurt? I have no idea. But I want to try it.”

She smiled, looking immensely relieved. “Oh, thank God,” she whispered, laughing nervously. “That’s such a relief. Although I’m still worried this might hurt you.”

“I don’t think it will,” he replied. He hugged her. “Thank you, for going to this effort for me, and for being brave enough to ask me. Clearly, it was difficult to talk about this.”

“It was, and you’re welcome,” she murmured. “There’s another aspect to this that might...weird you out. Or make you hornier.”

“What’s that?”

“Most of what I was locked away in my office doing was...researching your mother. I stalked all your social media, and hers’, and your families’. Got pictures, some videos of family functions, stuff like that. I wanted to try to imitate her. That’s why I wore this,” she murmured, taking off the beanie.

Her hair was different. Not that different, but it was put up into a kind of messy bun, a style that he instantly recognized as one his mother frequently wore. And now that he could see the whole picture, he realized she was wearing makeup similar to his mother. The way she put on just a little too much lipstick, just a little too much mascara.

It kicked something in his head, something deep, something that made him frustratingly aroused. Wasn’t that an ancient truth? A man’s mother was his first example of a woman in his life, and so she tended to shape what he viewed as desirable, as attractive. She formed the ghostly, feminine specter that lived in his mind, that he judged every other woman against without ever truly realizing it.

Every man grows up to marry his own mother.

It wasn’t true, in his case. Colleen was so different from his mother. They all were. That was why this was working.

“Let’s do this,” Atticus said.

Colleen smiled, and there was relief in it, but there was also a growing arousal. She really enjoyed being raped by him, it seemed.

Thank God they lived in an isolated lakehouse where they could be as loud as they wanted.

“We need to come up with a plan first, I think,” she replied.

He nodded. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do…”

…

Okay, this was it. Moment of truth.

He was in character.

It had all taken a little while to orchestrate, mostly because once he confirmed that Colleen was fine with the others watching if he was, they’d had to wait for Kate and Vetra to come over. There was no way they were missing this, no way at all.

And so as he opened the door, he did his best to ignore the women scattered along the periphery of the room, watching silently.

“Mom,” he said, his tone just a touch angry.

Colleen was in the process of walking out of the bathroom, her robe open, her breasts and vagina exposed.

“Atticus!” she snapped, pulling it closed quickly. “You can’t just walk into my bedroom, what the fuck is wrong with you!? Get the hell out!”

Goddamn. When Colleen said she’d done her research, she really had. She didn’t just look like his mother, she sounded like her. She had a faint east coast accent, as that’s where she’d grown up. He had known that Colleen was a good actress, but this was definitely another level.

“You took. My money,” he replied flatly, planting himself firmly in front of her and crossing his arms.

Colleen hesitated, a look of surprise and fear coming across her face. It was there and gone in a flash. Atticus had to admit, even this early, this was already giving him weird feelings. Feelings he wasn’t sure how to interpret.

But that was the point of all this: to try and unfuck some of the damage she’d done to him. Although, even now, he had to admit to himself that this was more for sexual thrill than therapy. Probably. Shit, he wasn’t even sure anymore.

“I needed it,” she replied, taking on that haughty tone she’d been so fond of. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to leave, she turned around and walked over to her dresser. She studied herself in the mirror. “What were you going to spend it on anyway? Another video game?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied, taking three steps closer to her, his voice still low and angry. “What matters is that it was my money that I earned working a job. You shouldn’t even have been in my room to begin with, but to take my money-”

“I’m your mother,” she replied, turning around to face him. She crossed her arms. “And I don’t like that tone. This is my house and you still live in it, which means your room is my room.”

“That isn’t how this works.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Give me the money back.”

“I spent it, Atticus, and before you ask: none of your business. I’m the adult in this situation and whatever your father and I spend money on, money that comes into this household, is our business.”

“Give it back.”

“You’re dangerously close to getting grounded,” she murmured.

Atticus stepped up to her, now directly in front of her, and gripped her biceps. He looked down into her eyes. “Give. It. Back.”

“Atticus, let go of me,” she replied, her fear immediate and obvious.

“If you’ll give it back.”

“No, I told you, I spent it. And if you don’t let me go and leave this room right now, I’m going to tell your father and you’ll really be in trouble.”

He tightened his grip and she winced slightly. “I’m not giving you a choice, mom. Give my money back.”

“Or else what?”

Atticus took a step forward, forcing her to take a step back. Towards the bed. “Then I will make you give it back to me.”

“Why are you doing this?” she whispered.

“You know why, and the fact that you’re even asking that question is just fucking enraging. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the fucking lies, I’m tired of you screaming at me every time you aren’t in a perfect fucking mood. I’m tired of your bullshit. I’m tired of...a lot of things. But do you know what I’m really tired of?”

“What?” Colleen whispered, staring intently at him now, not trying to get away.

“I’m tired of the disrespect. I’m an adult, legally speaking. I am an adult. More than that, though, I’m your son. I was never asking you to bend over backwards for me, I’ve never asked for special treatment. I just wanted respect. Dignity. How about that? I wanted to be treated with some basic human dignity.”

“Atticus, take your hands off me right now or I’m going to call your father.”

“No, you aren’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not going to let you.”

He let go of one of her arms and pushed the robe open further.

“Stop,” she whispered.

He ignored her, exposing her breasts.

“Atticus-”

Colleen tried to grab for his hand and he shrugged her grasp off and slapped her. Once. Hard. She stared at him, her eyes wide, one cheek slowly reddening.

So far, this was going very well. More or less exactly to plan. They pre-gaming session had been surprisingly detailed, because once Atticus began talking about how he wanted the encounter to go, what he was going to do and what he wanted Colleen to do, it had kind of just kept coming out. Truly, the most surprisingly thing to him right now was that he was so comfortable being so exposed.

Because this…

This was the raw exposed nerve stuff. This was under the skin, even for an intimate relationship. Not just that he was showing this side of himself to Colleen, but to everyone else, too.

And he wasn’t anxious. He wasn’t nervous about how they would judge him.

Well, it was time to cross over into the second act of their little erotic play.

“You hit me,” she whispered.

“You’ve hit me,” he replied.

“That wasn’t...the same.”

Did they all know his mother had been known, on occasional, to slap him if she felt he wasn’t being respectful enough? He knew Colleen did, he was fairly sure the others did.

“No, it really wasn’t,” he growled, and then he grabbed her robe and yanked it forcefully down her body, revealing her in all her nude glory.

“Atticus, stop!”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snapped and shoved her onto the bed.

Now they were diving in.

Colleen hit the bed and then tried to get up, but he grabbed her ankle and yanked her back towards him.

“Atticus! You have to stop!” she cried.

He didn’t say anything, just got onto the bed with her and pinned her down with his body, straddling her. She kept struggling and he slapped her again.

“Don’t make me really hurt you,” he said, pointing a finger in her face.

Colleen froze up, staring up at him. Her look of fear was so genuine. He wondered how real his look of anger must seem. Atticus took off his shirt and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

“You aren’t really going to-” she whispered, breathing heavily.

“I’m really going to. Open your mouth, mom,” he replied.

“Atticus, please. Please stop this, I’m sorry!”

“Oh, I’m sure you are. And you’re going to be sorry. How many times have I heard that? Open your mouth and do as your told.”

He was angry, he knew as he watched Colleen slowly open her mouth. But he was also very aroused. It was probably the absolute certainty that nothing even remotely resembling this would ever have come to pass between them, that eventually he would have just yelled at his mom and stormed out one last time, that kept him from feeling bad about engaging in this roleplay.

It was a roleplay, he reminded himself. A personal one, but weren’t all the good ones personal? Perhaps not in this way, but...then again, maybe so. He supposed he didn’t have a great sample size of roleplay scenarios that other people often acted out.

Rape seemed pretty fucking popular, though.

Atticus leaned forward and shoved his cock into her mouth.

“If I feel teeth…” he growled, and put his clenched fist close to her face.

She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut. He started fucking her mouth.

It was slow at first, kind of like he was enjoying it, letting it linger. Colleen began sucking on him a few seconds after he started pumping into her mouth, between those luscious red lips of hers. The slow speed didn’t last though. Putting his hands on the back of her head, he held her head firmly and started fucking her mouth harder and faster.

She let out a startled sound and then moaned, her hands coming up, grabbing for him. He ignored them. If she wanted him to stop, she’d tap him and then he’d stop immediately. But she wasn’t tapping. She was enjoying.

Good.

He was, though he was still somewhat conflicted about that.

After pounding her head into the pillows for a good minute, he pulled back. She coughed, pushing weakly at him.

“Atticus! You have to stop!”

“Shut up,” he replied.

“No. No, don’t,” she said.

She had adopted that tone. That extremely firm, serious yet anxious tone where someone realized that they were about to lose control of a situation, and they were taking one last ditch effort to use their authority to prevent it, all while knowing it likely wouldn’t work.

Atticus ignored her again, repositioning himself and getting between her thick, smooth thighs.

“No, Atticus-” she whispered harshly, reaching down.

He sighed suddenly and got off of her. He forcibly flipped her over onto her stomach, then grasped her wrists and pressed her wrists together into the small of her back.

“You aren’t going to be able to stop me,” he muttered as he got back on top of her.

“Atticus, I am your mother! You cannot do this! Please! I’m sorry!”

“You’re just pissing me off more,” he growled, and fitted his cock down between her thighs.

She gasped, squirming around, begging him to stop. He found himself at the entrance of her pussy a second later. She was so wet. She was incredibly wet. Well, whatever else, at the very least, they were both getting off on this very hard.

Colleen screamed as he penetrated her, and he could tell she was so into it that she was losing her grip on her acting.

“Atticus!” she gasped. “No! S...stop!”

Holding her wrists together with one hand, he reached out with the other and yanked her red hair. She screamed.

“Close your fucking mouth, mother,” he growled at her, and shoved her head back into the pillows.

She moaned and squirmed as he began pounding her. God, Colleen had such a hot ass. So full and firm, with a fantastic amount of extra padding. It had that perfect teardrop shape he saw on a lot of models and porn stars.

Colleen cried out as he drove himself deep into her, pounding her into the mattress, fucking her harder and faster with each passing moment. Before long, he laid down flat against her and got one hand up under her throat. He gripped it, though he didn’t squeeze enough to constrict her air.

“You are a shitty mother, and you fucking deserve this,” he said quietly into her ear, his voice flat.

Colleen shuddered hard against him. Oh, wow. That was an ‘I’m close to orgasming’ shudder. Well, he wasn’t so far off himself, this felt amazing.

“I’m-I’m not,” she moaned.

“Yes, you are. And I want to hear you admit it. I want to hear you say it. If you don’t, I’m going to hurt you.”

“Please, no,” she panted. “Atticus-”

“Shut up!”

He spent a good twenty seconds fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Somehow, and he truly did not know how, both of them managed to stay their climaxes.

“Say it!” he snapped.

“No!”

Atticus shifted. He made a fist and then pressed his knuckles into her back, right about where the base of her ribcage was.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered into her ear, and she made a gagging sound. “I’ll hit you. I’ll hit you so fucking hard. And I’ll do it, too. Is that what you want?”

“No, Atticus!” she cried.

“Then say it. Admit that you’re a bad mother. Admit it.”

“Please...please don’t make me say it.”

“All right, then…” He pulled his hand back. “Here it comes…”

“No! Okay!” she cried. “I’m a bad mother.”

“Louder.”

She moaned. “I’m a bad mother.”

“Come on, louder, bitch!”

“I’m a bad mother! I’m sorry! I’m a terrible mother!” she cried, and that was it.

Colleen’s pussy had had enough. She let out a strangely gagging moan and began bucking beneath him. He felt her slick, hot inner muscles begin to clench and flutter wildly around his erection. He groaned and resumed pounding her as hard as he could. This time, however, he didn’t stop until his own orgasm came screaming into existence.

It was powerful. Very powerful.

It blazed into being like a hypernova flaring in deep space. Like a volcano cracking the Earth itself. Like the moon crashing into the sea. It overshadowed, overwhelmed, and consumed him. The bliss of the orgasm seem to sizzle through his entire body as emptied himself into Colleen’s perfect mature pussy.

The two of them writhed and bucked and moaned as they were caught in the current of utter rapturous pleasure. Time stretched, melted, seemed to disintegrate. He wasn’t sure how long he was on top of her, thrusting into her orgasming vagina, shooting his load, but it definitely felt like a long time.

When it was over, he kissed the back of her head, then pulled out and rolled over onto his back.

“You okay?” he asked, running a hand down his face. He’d begun sweating up a storm.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Colleen murmured a little drowsily. “And yes, I’m good. My pussy hurts, but that’s not exactly an unexpected outcome of these little...adventures we have. But seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” he replied. “I, uh...I’m not actually sure how I feel about...all that.”

“That’s understandable, love.”

“That...was really brave to do in front of an audience,” Edith murmured.

“I was thinking something similar,” Atticus replied. “And it struck me when I had that thought that I really do actually trust all of you just...completely. Totally. If nothing else, it made me realize that. Because some of that was...definitely uncomfortable.” He paused. “All this being said...no one’s weirded out by what just happened, right?”

“I’m not,” Kate murmured.

“I’m not, Atticus,” Vetra replied.

“No, it was really understandable,” Susan said.

“Honestly, I’m impressed. I actually think better of you for having done this.”

He chuckled. “Really?”

“Yes. My relationship...there was no communication, but there was also just no emotional vulnerability. And that...that was vulnerable. Extremely so. Also, very hot. But all that aside, I do want to confirm that you’re okay. You seemed very angry.”

“I was. I mean, some of it was acting, but...so, I do feel okay right now, but I will admit that this, I think, probably had Colleen’s intended effect.”

“Which is?” Colleen asked.

“I am going to schedule my first therapy appointment tomorrow, because I...am clearly more fucked up about things than I thought I was.”

“That is very good to hear, Atticus,” she murmured, scooting closer and draping herself across him. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Yeah,” Kate said, and the others murmured in agreement.

“Thank you. All of you. I love all of you,” he replied.

Edith climbed onto the bed and laid against his other side. Susan, Vetra, and Kate all came and sat down on the bed with them.

“We love you, too,” Vetra murmured, one hand on his leg. “Whatever happens, we’ll be here for you.”

“And I appreciate that more than I have words to describe...we’ll all be here for each other.”

It was true. He felt it in his bones, in his soul.

Whatever happened, they would all be there to love and support each other.

There was darkness ahead, but he wasn’t worried.