A Woman’s World: The Overpowering Love of a Mother




The setting of this story is sometime in the future, following a phenomenon
known as a "Feminine Gene Leap" (cheesy, I know). Most women talk about it as
the key to true liberation. This was the generation when young girls uniformly
throughout the world found themselves developing to maturity physically and
sexually two or even three years faster then their mothers had. Scientists
could not understand why the gap in pubescent development between boys and
girls was suddenly becoming even larger then it already had been. But this
would only be the first of several mind-boggling changes in this new
generation of women. This new generation of girl was commonly growing to
heights of 12" over her mother, and consequently several inches over most of
her father as well. That in itself was amazing, but there was more. Female
muscle and bone density increased dramatically during puberty as well. This
became the first generation where a full-grown man would search out his
12-year-old daughter to open a jar lid that was too tight for him. These
amazing physical differences in women spurred a huge change in female/male
interactions. This story illustrates some of the differences in one society.

Ken really was a normal, healthy boy for a 17-year-old. He just didn’t know
how to get that across to his mother, Linda. Ever since the accident, she had
never been the same. It happened when Ken was 13. Ken’s dad was driving Ken
and his brother home from school one winter afternoon, just as he did every
day. Unfortunately, on this particular day, a tragedy occurred. A semi truck
slid though a red light at an intersection and struck their vehicle, killing
both Ken’s brother and his father at the scene. Ken was in critical condition
for several weeks but miraculously was able to recover fully over the course
of about a year. His mother Linda took the losses extremely hard, and
irrationally blamed herself for the accident. She could not shake the feeling
that only had she been there with her three vulnerable males she might have
been able to prevent the accident somehow. She stayed by Ken’s side every day
in the hospital until the doctors made her go home, then cried herself to
sleep every night until Ken was finally allowed to come home. She knew with
every fiber of her being that she could never let another hair be harmed on
her only remaining son’s head. This promise she made herself was what let her
move on from the grief over her husband and other son.

Linda moved her work office into her home in order to rehabilitate her son
personally. Aside from an occasional meeting, she could do her work though her
computer and her secretary. This allowed her to devote most of each day to
Ken.

It took months for Ken to regain his former strength, but even when he did, it
took much convincing before Linda let him return to school in the fall. She
had a long talk with each of his teachers to explain that he was to be watched
carefully. Linda even escorted him up to the building doors each morning and
waited for him at that same spot each afternoon. Ken found this embarrassing,
but he understood his mother had suffered a lot, and he knew it made her feel
better. Ken assumed that as time passed and he proved he could take care of
himself, his mother would relax her protective hold on him. But Linda had no
intensions of letting her Kenny prove any such thing to her. Even after he was
given a clean bill of health from the doctor, she treated him as if he were
still hindered. In fact, she emphasized his frailty with all of his teachers
even more. She even talked the school into exempting him from gym class.

Ken had become so helpless and frail in his mom’s eyes that although she
acknowledged his teenage intellect, she gave him the physical freedom of a
5-year-old boy. When she took him into public he was never allowed out of her
sight. If she heard him so much as cough he was sent to bed or taken to a
doctor. If he were in another room at home for more than a few minutes she
would poke her head in and check on him. If he had a day off from school she
would even arrange to stay home with him. He ranted and raved that he would be
fine at home alone, but she would not consider it. "You are a rebellious
teenager. If I leave you alone, how do I know you won’t leave the house? The
world is a dangerous place for a little boy like you."

Once she was unable to stay home from work with him because of an important
meeting, so she brought him to work with her. Most employees would not be
allowed to bring someone to work with them, but Linda’s position within the
company made it possible. She never discussed work in front of Ken, but it was
obvious to him that she was very important. When she brought him into the
meeting she introduced him to the room and guided him into the corner. "This
is my son Ken. He won’t be disturbing us, but he is just too precious to risk
leaving home alone." She smiled and ruffled his hair.

By the time Ken was 14 he had no real friends to speak of. The fact that she
still walked him to the door of his school every day had a lot to do with
that. He whined and begged her to let him have some space, but she didn’t even
acknowledge his pleas for self-reliance anymore. Her obvious smothering
brought Ken more abuse from kids at school then Linda could ever save him from
out of school. But Ken kept this to himself, knowing his mother would only
make things worse for him as school by intervening.

Linda did make some efforts to accommodate Ken having friends. When Ken turned
15 she had a surprise birthday party for him at a bowling alley. She had
invited a handful of kids there, most of which had parents who worked for
Linda.

"Mom, I’m too old for birthday parties!"

"Aw, hush. Look who came." His mom replied, pointing behind him. Ken turned
around to find himself face to chest with Missy. Missy stooped over to bring
her face into Ken’s line of sight.

"Hi Kenny." Ken felt himself blush. Missy was a 13-year-old girl from the
grade below his. He had developed a secret crush on her, and couldn’t believe
she was there.

"You remember our old neighbor Missy don’t you Kenny?" His mom chimed. Ken
just stared blankly at Missy with butterflies in his stomach. In Missy’s
recent but explosive growth into womanhood, she had already become used to
gawking from ‘little boys’ like Ken.

Linda continued, "Missy, I remember when you were little, you used to follow
Ken around like a lost puppy." Now it was Missy’s turn to blush.

"Yeah, I remember. I used to think Ken was so cute. He still is! If I were 8
years old again I would probably have his name written all over my notebook!"
Missy ruffled his hair playfully. This was meant to be a compliment, but Ken
felt his face flush with humiliation. His mother treating him like young boy
was bad enough. A girl younger then him treat him like a 6 year old was almost
too much. But what could he say? Physically, Ken compared to her the way Ken’s
8 year old cousin compared to him. It just wasn’t fair. His mother laughed it
off, but Ken had heard men were not always so inferior to women.

"Well, you’re turning into quite a beautiful young lady, Missy." Missy smiled
sheepishly and flipped her hair, unintentionally lofting her sweet perfume to
Ken’s nostrils. Linda continued, "You’ve sprouted a little ahead of most of
the girls in your class haven’t you?" Missy just smiled shyly and crossed her
arms in front of her chest.

Missy changed the subject quickly, "Oh, I’m sorry, but I forgot to get you a
present Kenny." Then her eyes brightened. "Wait, I do have something for you."
She reached into a little purse and pulled out a colorfully knitted bracelet.
"Here, this has gotten too small for me. Besides, my old boyfriend gave it to
me before I had to dump the little weasel. Why don’t you take it." Ken felt
goose bumps run up his arm from the touch of her fingers as she slid the
bracelet over his hand. It hung loosely on his wrist, almost threatening to
slide over his hand.

"What do you say Ken?" His mother reminded. As usual, Ken felt like a small
child.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome little buddy." Missy touched his shoulder lightly, sending
shivers through him, then turned and swaggered away.

When they began bowling the inevitable happened. Ken picked up a ball to use
and his mother came running over. She took the ball from his hands.

"Ken, that ball is too heavy for you."

"But mom, it’s the one Todd just used."

"Well, Todd is a bigger boy. You know better." Ken sighed and looked over at
Todd. Well, Todd was 17. He was big for a boy too. It was obvious that Todd’s
mother let him work out. This made Ken instantly jealous, but when Missy
walked up and put her arm around him and affectionately whispered in his ear
he could have turned green.

Linda called over to the couple, "Missy? Why don’t you go on honey. I need to
find Kenny a lighter ball."

"Sure Linda." Missy walked up and reached around Ken to get her ball from the
station, which was on the other side of him. Ken naturally tried to help, but
as he put his small fingers into the large finger holes he realized right away
couldn’t lift the ball that way. "Don’t worry little buddy, I got it." She
said cheerfully into his ear as she reached around him. While the fingers of
her right hand worked their way comfortably into the holes that had just
dwarfed his fingers, one of her firm boobs inadvertently pressed into his
back. She unconsciously steadied him with her left hand while she easily
hefted the 24-pound women’s ball and turned toward the lane. Ken felt the
endorphins pound through his body from her contact, as he watched her fluidly
send the ball streaking down the alley. The pins exploded in all directions
from the impact of her powerful stroke.

Just then his mother returned to Ken with a new ball. "Here you go baby."

"Mom, this is an 8 pound ball!"

"I know, but that’s the lightest one they make," His mom replied, as if
implying this one was probably too heavy as well.

Missy smiled as she walked by. "Does this mean Kenny gets to roll 3 times more
then me since I use a ball that’s 3 times heavier Linda?" Both of them
giggled. Ken tried to turn and walk away, but Linda grabbed him around the
shoulders and steered him back toward the lane. She hung over him, whispering
advice into his ear and manually lining his hips up. When he sent the ball he
only knocked over 5 pins, but his mom excitedly grabbed him around the waist
and twirled him. He had done better then she had expected. Ken glanced over at
Todd who was smiling mockingly at him. Ken placed his hands on his mom’s big
hard shoulders and tried to push himself back, arching his back as well. "Mom,
I’m 15!" He hissed, looking to the world to be less then half that. She
ignored his gesture and pulled his head up to her lips. She set him back down,
and he quickly wiped the lipstick mark from his forehead.

Ken walked over and tried to go talk to a couple of the boys with his party,
but his mother followed him and stood behind him distractingly. He really
couldn’t talk with his mom’s fingers playing through his hair. Finally she
left to use the restroom, so Ken thought he had a minute to himself. To his
dismay, only moments later he saw his mom walking quickly back toward them.
She had a stern look on her face, and she was holding Todd’s hand. Todd was
only half walking under his own power as she guided him to a bench.

"I caught Todd outside smoking!" Linda bent over the boy, with a scalding look
on her face. "My Kenny is allergic to cigarette smoke you know!" Ken just hung
his head in embarrassment.

Todd defiantly snapped back at her. "So what? Let the little gimp out of his
misery." The result was instantaneous. The smart-alec boy found himself jerked
out of his seat and slammed back down on Linda’s lap before he took his next
breath. Shock and panic settled into the boy, and he tried to slide quickly
off of Linda’s nylon covered legs. But he had no chance. She efficiently
stuffed his torso between her huge thighs, aiming his head at the floor, and
his behind into the air. Her hand made several deep impressions before she
regained her temper. She grabbed the boy under her arm and thoughtfully
carried him so that the boy could wail in some privacy from his friends.

Ken felt happiness wash over him for the first time that day, watching his
mother handle the large boy so easily. It made it him feel good to know it was
his smaller stature that made it easy for his mom to handle him.

When they returned, Todd sat quietly on the bench. Ken’s mood was further
brightened when Missy made it a point to gather her things and sit away from
Todd to talk chat with some other girls. The beautiful young woman had
officially demoted Todd to ‘little boy’ as well.

That was the end of the party. Linda knew the boy’s parents wouldn’t question
her judgment. Within a few minutes Ken was in the car with his mother, riding
home.

"I’m sorry, Ken, but you can’t spend anymore time with that boy." Ken knew
that was coming, so he just rode quietly in the passenger seat. When they
arrived home, his mother broke the rest of the news to him. "From now on Ken,
if you want to play with your friends they will have to come over here, when
I’m home. I’m afraid I can’t trust them without my direct supervision."

"What are you saying mom- that I’m permanently grounded!?"

"Don’t think of it like that honey. I’m just keeping you safe." Anticipating
his anger, she gathered him in her arms.

"Mom I can’t believe this! You’re taking this to far! I’m not a little baby!"
His frustration over the previous two years suddenly came to the surface. He
realized that things were never going to change between he and his mother. All
he wanted to do at that moment was run away. He turned and whipped the door
open and took one stride before he was pulled off his feet.

"Shhh honey, its for your own good." She moved to the couch with him and
cuddled him against her. She delicately swiped a tear from his red cheek. He
grabbed her hand angrily and tried to push it away violently. His mother
patiently grasped both his hands in her single hand and brought them to her
mouth for gentle kisses. With his hands easily controlled by his mother’s
gentle grip Ken was reduced to sobbing. Linda pressed his head into her bosom
and felt warm wetness soaking into her blouse. "Aww, I’m sorry baby. It will
be all right. You’ll see, your mother will take good care of you." With him
encased in her embrace, the only visual evidence of his tantrum struggles were
the gyrations of her bosom. He felt his strength leave his body quickly,
pushing against the overwhelming force of his mother’s hug. It wasn’t long
before he was too tired to do anything but sob over his situation. His mother
held him patiently until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

To be continued...