Her Slave

Chapter 2

Alan even ended the conversation with, "Since I should spend the money for myself, and I want to give the money to you, mom, then there isn't any problem, right?" Alicia had no way of refuting that, so after that, most, if not all, of Alan's salary went directly to his mother, who seemed both happy and conflicted when receiving it.

In the end, the effect was just as Alan hoped, as Alicia no longer had to work long hours to deal with the burden of being a single mother. Since then, she would always return earlier from work, freeing up even more time in her formerly busy days.

Since Alan was taking care of everything in the house, like a maid, Alicia found that she had a lot of free time. She began taking up a few old hobbies, which she had originally dropped to make time for taking care of Alan. It brought her great joy. The stimulation of making progress in a hobby was something she had severely lacked for a long time now, so finally having the time made her quite delighted.

Seeing his mother's happiness also brought immense joy to Alan. In the end, Alan was still a teenager no older than 15, so balancing a part-time job, school, and household chores, at the same time was no less stressful than could be imagined. Yet all the stress Alan would accumulate washed away with one smile from his mother's cold face.

It had to be mentioned, that even though Alan's mother didn't smile often, when she did, it was a sight to behold. Alan would always compare it to a bright full moon appearing from behind the clouds in the dark of night. Mesmerizing and bewitching. All the men who had been scared off by Alicia's stone-cold face would probably be unable to close their mouths from shock if they ever saw that smile.

Yet Alan was satisfied with being the only person to see that smile.

This situation, of Alan doing everything in the house and assisting with the finances, while Alicia only had to work and then come home to enjoy herself continued all through Alan's high school life. Alan even noticed, that while his mother Alicia had at first been quite conflicted, and sometimes seemed uncomfortable with how much Alan took care of her, this had gradually stopped. Now it seemed she found her son's efforts to only be natural, receiving the care with much more ease.

Soon after he graduated from high school at 18, the thought of becoming his mother's slave became rooted in his mind. He could no longer keep the thought suppressed. He would try submitting to his mother, becoming her official slave.

He knew that, if he failed, it would not only affect his relationship with his mother, but his confession might also hurt her. Even though he knew this, he couldn't stop himself any longer. He loved his mother deeply, more than anyone else in the world, yet Alan was still a human being with his own desires and dreams. He just couldn't be satisfied with not trying to accomplish them, knowing he would regret it later in life.

And it wasn't like he was impulsively planning to confess. He had put many hours into thinking this over.

First, his mother clearly showed she enjoyed being served, so it wouldn't be farfetched to guess she liked being the dominant role in a relationship. Second, even if he confessed to his mother, and she refused, Alan was still just 18, a teenager. He believed that he would just come off as a horny teenager to his mother, instead of a depraved adult, and therefore she might forgive him on that basis. Third, if she became so angry that she decided to disown him, he was inevitably about to go to college. With a part-time job on the side, it wouldn't be impossible for him to just live in the dorms. This was, of course, the worst-case scenario, and Alan had woken up multiple times in cold sweat from having a nightmare like this.

Having thought all of this through, he decided that this next Saturday, he would put it all on the line and confess to his mother.

Saturday arrived and Alicia was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a book. This was probably what she spent most of her free time doing.

Alan walked into the room with a glass of ice tea and looked at his mother. As usual, she wore the same cold expression. Adding on her black-rimmed glasses, she gave off an aura of superiority, just by sitting there.

Today she was wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, exposing all the curves of her lower body, and a loose white tee shirt, showing the small bulge on her chest.

Alan became slightly excited. He walked over to his mom and said, "Here Mom, I've brought you a glass of ice tea." Alicia didn't even raise her eyes from the book as she said, "Thank you, honey."

This wasn't anything new to Alan. Over the past years of serving his mother, she had gradually become more and more comfortable with receiving his service. In the past month, she wouldn't even deign to thank Alan for the service. To some, this might appear ungrateful, yet to Alan, this only added to his excitement at serving her.

In the end, it had to be mentioned that Alicia was still a human being. If someone constantly served you and provided you with all you needed, you would inevitably begin to expect this treatment.

Alan put down the iced tea on the white living room table and sat down on the sofa. Alicia seemed to notice that Alan didn't leave after bringing her the ice tea, and finally moved her attention from the book to Alan, "Oh, honey, was there something you wanted to talk about?"

Alan met his mom's gaze, but instantly shifted them away from her sharp eyes, "Yes. There's something important I want to discuss with you, mom..."

Alicia quickly noticed Alan's unusual behavior. It seemed he didn't notice it himself, but there was a slight tremble in his voice as he said that, while his hands were fidgeting about. Alice instantly realized that this was serious, so she changed out of her lazy sitting posture and took on a more formal seating. "What is it, honey?"