Her Slave

Chapter 3

Alan's heart was pounding in his chest, seeming to be ready to burst. He hesitated before asking, "Mom, these past few years I've been trying to provide you any service I could think of to make your days happier, and I've been ecstatic to see you smiling more often now. But I'm kind of curious how you feel about it?"

Alicia was shocked for a moment.

First off, this was the first time Alan had ever openly spoken about how he had been serving her needs for the past years. In the past, he would always say stuff like, 'I enjoy doing it, so it's only a plus that you have more time mom,' and 'I'm just doing my part for the household mom, so just relax.' As he stated it so openly, she seemed to awake from her illusions, realizing that she had at some point started to find his actions to only be expected.

Second off, the word he used, 'service' made her think of the word servant. Her son had been her servant for the past few years.

As soon as this thought sprung into her mind, she ended up becoming slightly distraught. She had treated her son like a servant for at least the past few months, even a second earlier disdaining to properly thank him when he brought her the iced tea. She couldn't help but reevaluate her actions at this moment.

"Of course, I'm very glad and thankful for your care, Alan. I'm sorry I might have seemed ungrateful lately." As she said this in her usual cold voice, she decided she should begin taking on some more tasks in the house again, to show Alan that she wasn't just using him.

Anybody else would probably take Alicia's cold tone as her being sarcastic, yet Alan knew his mother was being serious. "No, Mom, you don't have to apologize, it's completely fine. You have seemed the most relaxed in the past few months, which has made me very happy."

Alan paused slightly, before continuing, "And that's what I wanted to discuss, mom. Don't you want more?"

Alicia perceived something but quickly denied it. "What do you mean, Alan?"

Alan's heart was beating even quicker now, the pulsing noise filling his ears. He had cold sweat on his hands. Fear and excitement converged in his stomach. As he raised his head to look into his mother's emotionless eyes, he began to feel weak under her cold gaze. Then, determination filled his eyes. This feeling of weakness was nothing to fear but something he desired.

"Mom, don't you wish you had someone who you could order around as you wished, without any boundaries, and who would submit to your every request? Wouldn't you want that, mom?"

Alan's tone became more desperate towards the end. He noticed that his mother's eyes, which were usually emotionless, actually rippled with emotions now, and they weren't his dreams of happiness and sadistic joy of taking in a slave. It was confusion and distress.

"Alan, what are you--" Before Alicia could say any more, Alan sprung from the sofa and down on his knees in front of her.

"Mom, the truth is, I have loved you for years now. Not purely as a mother, but as a woman. I want to treat you like a queen. I want to make you the happiest person in the world. I want to be your slave who you can dominate--!"

"Shut up!"

A shrill female voice sounded in the living room. All the words Alan had planned lurched in his throat, unable to be released. He realized that nothing had gone according to plan. Even his worst-case scenario couldn't prepare himself for this moment.

Alicia had stood up. Her face was stone cold as usual, yet for the first time in Alan's life, he saw a faint trace of wetness around his mother's eyes, making it feel like his heart was being ripped to threads. He had prepared to make her angry, disgusted, even prepared to be disowned. Yet he hadn't been prepared to cause his mother, who he had never seen cry in his life, shed tears.

He finally regretted ever doing this. He should have been satisfied with what happiness he could provide her before. Now, it instead seemed he was the cause of all his mother's distress.

"I see, Alan, I have been a failure as a mother, letting you deal with so much stress and making you feel like you have to serve me to make me happy. I guess I wasn't good enough to raise you on my own."

Every word was said in her usual cold voice, yet every word dug into Alan's heart like an icepick. If she had yelled at him, scolded him, or hit him, he wouldn't feel anywhere near the pain he was feeling at the moment from her blaming herself and sympathizing with him.

"Mom, you are wrong, it isn't your fault at all. You are the best mother in the world, so please don't blame yourself. I've just been tired lately and said a bad joke, okay? So, mom, please don't cry." Tears appeared in Alan's eyes at this moment. It hurt seeing his mother this way, and despite the circumstances, it also hurt calling his dream a joke. He felt like the world was turning grey around him.

Alicia looked at his crying son, "Okay, Alan, I won't say any more, and just take it as a joke, but from here on out, you will no longer be doing the chores in the house, and I won't take your money any longer."