Mommy Knows Best If you want your own custom piece of fiction creating, contact mark.coop666@gmail.com to discuss prices and content. As they sat at the triangular shaped dinner table, everyone was silent. Melany had served dinner to both Scott, her son, and Henry, her husband. The sound of cutlery striking porcelain and the occasional slurp of a drink amidst the sound of food being consumed were the only tones of distinction. After what felt like an eternity, Henry broke the silence. "Well, I guess I'd better get this over with," he turned to address Scott. "I had a phone call today from your head teacher. Any ideas what that might be about?" Scott looked nervous. "Well, I, err...no..." He mumbled, looking down at his dinner plate and fiddling awkwardly with his cutlery. "No, no Dad." "DON'T LIE TO ME BOY!" Henry exploded, slamming his fist down against the table hard enough to make everything jump up in the air. The glass of wine that Melany had been drinking toppled over, along with her desert spoon. The clattering sound of the metal implement was off-set by the sound of glass breaking. "You've been ditching again, haven't you?" "Nononono Dad I haven't, I..." Smack! Henry hit Scott with a viscous back-handed swipe to silence the 17 yr old, knocking him clean out of the chair. Melany winced in response to the sudden attack, feeling powerless to help her son as his father stood over him. "I swear, if you flunk this year I'm going to beat your ass until you beg me to stop!" Henry spewed vitriol once more. "You're a lazy piece of shit who just expects the world to give him what he wants. That's not how things are young man and the sooner you realise that, the better." He stepped back from Scott and made his way out of the dining room, pausing only to grab his keys. "I'm going to the gym." He muttered before departing the house. Once she was certain the door was locked, Melany raced around to Scott and helped him to his feet. The boy was crying, trying to make sense in his own head of the violence wrought down upon him. She helped him to his feet and guided him away from the table. "I don't understand..." Scott's feeble muttering was barely audible. Melany tried to comfort him as much as possible. "It's okay Scott, let's get you upstairs." She said as she helped him climb the stairs. Melany directed him to his room and sat him down on the bed. "Try to calm down," she said as he collapsed onto the bed, his body shaking. She stroked his hair, running her hand down his back as she tried to reduce the turmoil he was experiencing. "I just want him to stop..." Scott wailed. Melany put her arms around him and hugged him. "Please...can't you make him stop?" "It's...it's difficult Scott," Melany wavered. "Your father is a difficult man to understand...I don't know how I'd go about divorcing him..." "I wish he were dead!" Scott cried out. Melany held him tighter, trying to contain his outburst as much as possible. "Calm down..." "I do! I wish he were dead!" Scott sobbed into his mother's chest. She continued to stroke his hair as she held him, her eyes gazing off into the distance with a cold-hearted stare. "Don't worry baby, Mommy will take care of everything..." She approached him in the bathroom. The room had recently been re-designed, resulting in a large walk in shower space and a separate sunken bath in the far corner. Melany took a deep breath and closed the door behind her, securing it with the bolt to ensure Scott wouldn't enter. Or that Henry couldn't escape. The sound of the water switched off and Henry stepped out of the shower. His eyes were blinded for a moment by the soap suds as he reached out for a towel. Melany watched as he dried himself, finding herself enjoying the sight of his naked body in spite of his brutish behaviour. As he cleared his vision, he saw her leaning against the bathroom vanity unit. She was dressed in a sheer black body that clung to her like a second skin. Her arms were sheathed in long black gloves, her legs were encased in thigh high black hold up stockings and she was wearing what looked like high-heeled pixie boots. Her brown hair was down, giving it the appearance of a chocolate waterfall cascading down her shoulders. Henry stopped in his tracks for a moment, somewhat taken aback by her appearance. There was something in her eyes that made them look like they were smouldering. He swallowed. "Mel...?" He stammered. "What..." "Do you know how long it's been since we've done this?" Melany replied, casually walking across to him. "I mean, really done this?" "I...err, I don't know..." Henry mumbled as she pushed herself against his naked body, running her hands across his chest. "I...your birthday...?" "I don't mean some pathetic birthday shag," Melany hissed at him as her hands ran down to his stomach and down to his crotch. "I mean the last time we fucked each other," her gloved hands settled on his exposed cock. "And I mean really fucked each other." She began to slowly stroke it, inwardly appreciating the fact she could still stimulate him like this. "When was the last time you made me scream the house down or eat me out until I begged you to fuck me with that cock?" Henry's face had turned red as he stammered to respond to her. "Or the last time I sucked on that cock of yours until you blew your load down my throat, or over my tits?" Melany leaned in close to him, whispering into his ear. "Lets do it now - let's fuck like animals until we both cum." Shocked by her brazen attitude, Henry pulled away from her, clearly flustered by her approach. He moved to the towel rail, snagging one and wrapping it around his body. Melany moved up behind him, pressing herself into his body and wrapping her arms around his chest. "Please Henry..." She said between kisses being applied to his back. "Scott won't hear us..." Melany lied as she continued to kiss across his back. She saw him place his hands on the towel rail. "I said no..." She could hear the tension in his voice, knowing how much he hated it when she took the lead sexually. "Well, if you aren't in the mood..." Melany replied. Henry looked up and caught sight of a wicked grin on her face. A moment later he felt a sharp punch being driven into his kidney. Then another, and another. He cried out in pain - only to then feel a knee being driven into his back, sending him crashing to the floor. "...I guess I'll have to fuck you another way." "What the fuck?" Henry spat. "You crazy bitch..." He didn't have time to finish the sentence before several well placed stomps were rained down on him by her booted foot. Each blow, although individually not particularly hard, were aggressive and repeated in the same area of his stomach. Henry tried to roll himself up to try and protect his body from the blows that were being aimed at him. He managed to scuttle himself across the floor and struggle to his feet. When he turned around to look at Melany, she could see the anger burning in his eyes. "Come on then asshole, do your worst." She taunted him Henry walked towards her, then lowered his shoulder, moving quicker now, and slammed his shoulder into her chest, sending her flying backwards. She lost her balance, and landed on her back, on the floor. Before she could get up, though, he rose to his hands and knees and jumped on top of her, pinning her to the ground, straddling her middle, holding her arms by the wrists, looking down at her angrily. She stopped struggling, and he loosened his grip on her wrists. When he did, she pulled one of them free, and forced the heel of her hand upward, hitting him forcefully in the chin. He swore, and caught her wrist again, holding them both tightly in his hands, still sitting on her. He squeezed her wrists tightly, angrily, wanting her to feel his strength, to remember who she was messing with. He released one of her wrists, and slapped her, his hand stinging her face, her eyes widening from the shock of his blow. She tried to hit him back, but he caught her wrist and held it tightly again. She arched her back, and planted her feet flat on the ground below him. She used the leverage in her lower body to throw him off of her, and he landed on his side, next to her with a grunt. She rose quickly to her feet, as did he. She crouched slightly, watching his every move. Henry stood his ground, keeping a little distance between them, watching her cautiously. She threw a kick at him, catching him solidly in the chest, then kicking him in his side with her other boot. She used her long legs to land another kick to his midsection, and then a fourth. He extended his arms, and came running towards her, in an attempt to tackle her with his body before she could kick him again. He ran at her, catching her by the neck with his hand, surprising her. He forced her, by the neck, powerfully into the wall, knocking her head and her back into the wall with a thud, sending the wind from her. She fell to the ground, and he kicked her, in the shin, in the side, in the back, as she rolled around, trying to recover her breath and dodge his kicks at the same time. She caught one of his legs between hers and rolled over, pulling it out from under him, forcing him off balance, and he fell to the floor next to her, howling in pain at the impact on the hard tile floor. As she regained her breath, she rose quickly, but so did he. Henry took her by the neck again, holding her head tightly and pushing her against the wall, looking into her face hatefully. She returned his gaze coldly. Melany punched him savagely in the stomach, catching him by surprise, feeling her fist force the air from him. He gasped, and let go of her neck, taking a step back. She walked forward, landing another punch into his stomach, and then a third, punishing his stomach, knocking the wind from him. He gasped, and tried to step back, but she caught him by the shoulders, and lifted her stocking clad knee savagely into his injured stomach, pulling him into her simultaneously by the shoulders. He tried to punch her, but she stood too close, and his blow did no damage. She lifted her knee into his gut again, and again, lifting her leg like a piston into his stomach, over and over, holding him in close to her by the shoulders. When she released him, he fell to his hands and knees, his breathing laboured and heavy. Melany stood over him, eyeing her work with satisfaction. Inside his room, in his bed, Scott could hear everything that was unfolding in the bathroom. He was nervous, yet excited at the same time. He could hear the muffled voices, then the sounds of crashing and thrashing about. As much as he feared his father, his mother was even more terrifying when she was involved in a confrontation. He remembered when he was younger and she had confronted the parents of a boy who was bullying him - she was like some sort of uncaged wild beast with how she verbally abused them. He had caught sight of what she had been wearing before she entered the bathroom - even being seventeen years older than him, her body looked incredible. As he heard the sounds of conflict in the bathroom he shared a wall with, his mind began to stray to thoughts of just what his mother was doing to his father. Almost unconsciously, his hand moved under the covers down to his crotch. He couldn't resist massaging his growing bulge as he imagined what was happening in the room. "Ooooh Mommy, fuck him good..." Scott murmured as he lay back in his bed, closing his eyes and letting his mind run away with his thoughts. "Please Mommy...do it for me..." "You're a fucking monster Henry," she spat at him contemptuously. "You've abused us for the last time tonight." She then reached over to the bathroom vanity and pulled a thin black cord from behind one of the bottles of shampoo. "Do you know how often I've dreamt about this moment?" she took the cord and wrapped it securely around both of her hands, pulling it tight to ensure it had just enough purchase for it's intended purpose. "How often I've fantasised about it?" Melany straddled his back and then wrapped the cord around his neck, pulling back on it with a viscous efficiency. "I've dreamt about what it's like to beat you, to punish you, to torture you. I've spent nights awake in that bed next to you contemplating what it would be like to watch you bleed to death, to smother you under my ass or to strangle you to death," She pulled back on the cord harder now and found that she was beginning to rub her crotch against his back. "The other month, when we ended up masturbating together watching porn, I was imagining choking you to death between my thighs. And now that it's happening...it's so much better than I hoped it would be." Henry could feel the cord biting into his neck and her legs wrapping tightly around his torso. At the same time, he could hear the rush of blood in his ears and his vision already began to blur at the edges. Melany pulled back on the garrote again, rubbing more insistently against him as she heard his breathing becoming strained and laboured. At this point, his arms and legs gave way, prompting them to both fall to the floor with Melany now sitting squarely on his back. "That's it baby...die for me, just like you promised you would in the wedding vows," She hissed with wanton lust clear in her voice. Somewhere in his mind Henry realised he could feel a strange, wet sensation on his back. "Oh yes...yes..." Melany moaned as she pulled harder on the cord, lifting his head up from the floor. "...come on...that's it..." she ground harder against him now. Henry could feel his vision starting to black out and his limbs acting erratically. The twitching and shuddering his muscles were now doing acted like an oversized vibrator to Melany; now she was lost within her own pleasure as she leaned back, getting the maximum amount of leverage whilst also grinding down as hard as she could against Henry's back. Her hips bucked wildly as she let out an animalistic roar from her throat. By the time her mind had cleared, she saw that the cord was buried in the folds of Henry's neck. Not enough to break the skin but enough to mean she couldn't just pull the cord free. She saw his lifeless eyes gazing off to oblivion and bulbous tongue protruding from his mouth. She untangled herself from his body and patted him on the head. Unbolting the door from the bathroom, she walked into her son's room. She could see that he was awake and, judging by his flushed complexion clearly had listened to everything - something she had hoped would happen. Melany sat down on the bed next to him and put her hand on his leg. "You don't have to worry any more baby, Mommy has taken care of everything."