Author’s note: Lmao. Writer block too long liao. Reset abit…
IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM.
I gasped and opened my eyes.
My heart was still racing and I was sweaty all over.
Instinctively I reached for my phone on my bedstand and I checked the time.
It was 4.18am.
But more importantly, I checked the date.
I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed back on my bed.
What the fuck kind of dream was that???
Whatever possessed me to dream of taking my mum on a trip with some horny schoolboys and get them to bang her under the guise of hypnosis?
Seriously, wtf is wrong with my brain?
God, I’m such a weirdo.
This is all Tommy’s fault. That sonofabitch is a bad influence. Seriously!
I sighed and rolled on my back again. After shutting my eyes, I quickly regressed back into a fitful dreamless sleep.
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The next day, I completely forgot about the weird dream.
It’s only been a couple of days since Tommy and I returned from our studies abroad for our break and I hadn’t had sexual relief since our steamy threesome with my mum, Melissa, at the airport.
Despite our sexually charged start, the following couple of days were pretty tame. Mum went to work as usual, while dad did his own thing, leaving me to my own devices. Meanwhile there was nothing but radio silence from Tommy.
I did try to test the waters with my mum on the day following my homecoming, but mum rebuffed me with a coy smile on her face. I didn’t try again.
I did notice that my mum had changed a little. She had become more reserved, but in an elegant and calm way. She’s also more quiet now. Not as chatty as I remembered. However, she had also grown way sexier than before. It stemmed from both her wardrobe choices and the way she now carried herself.
My dad, Andrew, on the other hand seemed more detached and moodier than usual nowadays.
Bored out of my mind, I tried reaching out to Tommy again to ask what his plans were for my mum this holiday. I had given up on the notion that things would ever go back to normal.
Tommy called me shortly after when I was in my room.
“Hello?” I said.
“Bruh, you still hung up on Melissa? Didn’t you feel it during our last threesome at the airport?” Tommy asked.
“Didn’t get to feel much. You hogged most of the action, remember?”
“Smartass. I’m talking about the vibe. Didn’t you notice Melissa has changed?”
“Huh? Changed how?”
“Damn, how are you gonna survive in this world being so blind? Melissa has a new master now. That last round of sex was to send me a message. I’ve lost her bro.”
“Wait! What!? How…. Wait, you guys transmit message through sex?”
“Jialat lah, you…” Tommy said, “No idiot, it’s the little things. The small signs. How she looks at me, the way she follows my orders, but adds a twist or variation just to show I’m no longer fully in control…”
“What the fuck are you talking about? She even called you her ‘love.’ I nearly had a heart attack when I heard that.”
“Yeah, that was a big tell. It was sarcastic.”
“Huhhhhh? Reallyyyy?” I asked.
“Yeah, that was completely out of character for her. Her new master must have told her to do it to taunt me.”
“Are you serious!???”
“Dead serious. And the biggest tell of all? That small silver chain ankle bracelet above her right foot.”
“I didn’t see any ankle bracelet.”
“Because you were too busy looking only at her pussy, fool! She’s wearing a bracelet on her right ankle. That is the mark of her new master.”
“Bruh, even if she has one, it’s just a freakin bracelet….”
“No, I recognize the style the chains are linked together. That’s for marking one’s property,” Tommy said, “And when we were having sex at the airport, she kept raising that foot up beside my face, as if to help her new master gloat to my face.”
“Dude… I think you’re overreacting leh…”
“Aiya, you don’t know anything. We were gone for about a year. Who knows how long ago the new master managed to seduce her…”
“Can’t you ask her?”
“Oh, her new master would love that. That means I’ve capitulated,” Tommy replied bitterly.
“So what do we do?”
“We secretly find out who this fucker is. Did you notice anything different with your mum lately?”
“Erm. Hard to tell. The whole vibe in the house is weird.”
“Well, go try to find out who is holding your mum’s leash now, but keep my name out of it.”
Tommy and I made a bit more small talk before ending the call.
A few days later, I confirmed that my family’s dynamics had indeed undergone a big change while I was away studying abroad this year. And not at all in a good way.
My mum, Melissa, actually works at my dad’s family’s company. It was a multi holdings company that has stakes in property development, tourism, and F&B industries. The company was started by my dad’s father, who has since retired due to stress. It is now controlled by the family board of directors.
My mum worked as a VP in marketing while dad was a VP in sales.
Earlier in the year, not long after Tommy and I left abroad to continue our studies, my dad’s family company underwent a major reshuffle and restructure.
As a result, my mum got promoted to President of Marketing.
Dad was also slated for the President of Sales role. However, to many people’s surprise, dad was passed over for promotion and a guy under him got the job instead.
Understandably, dad was furious. He objected to the board, but their reply was they were trying to curb nepotism and that the other guy was a better fit for the role.
They did hold a vote, and not only did most of dad’s family voted against rolling back the promotion decision, even my mother, Melissa, voted against it.
I talked to my mum and dad about it. My mum was very sympathetic to dad, but maintains that the board’s decision to pass over dad’s promotion was the correct one, and was in the best interests of the company. Dad on the other hand, understandably felt betrayed.
This explains the strange frigid atmosphere between my parents in my home. Dad had even moved most of his belongings to the guest room and my parents have been sleeping apart for many months.
I spent the next day hanging out with dad to understand his perspective. As expected there were more layers to this saga.
The guy who got promoted past my dad was named Dominic Yang. He’s a young hotshot on the company’s sales team. I’ve heard that name mentioned by my dad on many occasions during the past 3 years.
Apparently Dominic had been a problematic employee for years and a thorn in my dad’s side in the sales department. However Dominic always performed just well enough to avoid any justifications for dismissal.
Dominic had been a fresh hire 3 years ago when he was 21, and he was 24 years old now. He was good enough at sales, but apparently, he was not great when it came to working with others. There were also accusasions of sabotage and client theft on his part by other members in the sales team, but it was never proven.
My dad had arranged a number of meetings to talk things out with Dominic before, hoping to guide and mentor him. For some reason, these meetings grew into tense exchanges and dad would end up berating Dominic most of the time.
Ultimately, Dad believed that Dominic was making the sales department a toxic workplace environment.
When dad heard that the company would be undergoing a restructure, he had been hoping that Dominic Yang would finally get excised from the company. It must have been quite the shock indeed to see the guy get promoted instead over him to be his boss.
Unable to bear the shame, dad ultimately quit his job and now spends his days at home watching TV, playing mobile games, and tending to a growing bonsai collection. His morale was pretty low these days.
From my mum’s perspective, dad shouldn’t have quit the company. She did try to make nice with him at home, but dad was obviously still hurt and rebuffed her, so she stopped trying. So nowadays, the two of them pretty much led their own lives separately under one roof.
It’s pretty sad. But I told myself it’s none of my business.
A couple of days later, I was lounging in the living room, munching on snacks and watching TV.
Mum was at work and Dad was outside in his small greenhouse with his ‘grandchildren.’
That’s what I call his little bonsai trees.
I heard our house’s autogate chirp and the familiar sound of my family’s bmw SUV coming into the driveway. I checked the time and saw that it was about 1.30pm.
Mum seems to have come home early from work today. I wonder if she’s only working half day today?
Not long after, the front door to our home opened and my beautiful, glowing mum entered the house.
And by glowing, I mean it. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair slightly disheveled. She looked like she had been jogging or just had a workout. However, I noted that she was wearing a cream chiffon blouse and teal-green medium skirt. Not exactly workout clothes.
“Hi darling,” mum greeted while sounding slightly out of breath as she hurried past me towards the stairs. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry. I have a meeting coming up at the office,” she said.
I watched my mum hurry up the stairs. Then I shrugged and return my gaze to the TV.
After about 10 minutes, the front door suddenly slammed, making me jump.
I sat up to look and saw my father standing in the foyer.
My dad looked absolutely furious.
He walked into the house and glanced around with a red face. Almost purple even.
“Where’s mummy?” Dad asked when he saw my head poking out from behind the couch.
“Uhhhhh… She’s upstairs. What’s wrong?” I asked.
Dad set his jaw. He was obviously gritting his teeth.
Dad was about to head towards the stairs, but at that moment, my mum, Melissa, quickly descended. She had completely changed her attire, now wearing a floral blouse and tight cream skirt. Her hair was immaculate, but her blush wasn’t so easy to dispose.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and spotted dad standing near the house entrance with his fists clenched. Her sunny demeanor immediately changed to something more subdued. “Have you eaten?” She asked my dad.
Dad pointed at the window at the front of the house. “What is HE doing here?!” He asked.
While mum was stunned, I glanced out the window at our driveway where mum’s BMW was parked. The car was still running and there was someone inside the passenger front seat, clearly enjoying the aircon.
It was a young man with a trendy fade-cut hair. He was rather handsome. He caught me looking at him through the windscreen, smiled, and waved at me.
Mum sighed. “We just had lunch and we’re heading back to the office right now. I just needed to change my attire for a meeting later.”
“Don’t bring that damned guy to our house!” Dad said loudly.
Mum frowned impatiently. “He’s just waiting in the car. Why are you being difficult?!” She asked.
“I don’t care! I don’t want to see his cibai face!”
Mum’s eyes flicked to me and then back to my dad. Shit, I could see mum’s temper rising. She opened her mouth to retort but then suddenly just shut it again.
Mum took a deep breath. “Understood. We’re just leaving,” she said as she walked past my dad to the front door. She started putting on her heels.”
“Hey! Don’t walk away when I’m talking!” Dad shouted.
Mum ignored dad and opened the front door. “Talk to your plants. Some of us have to go to work,” she said curtly before stepping out and closing the door.
Fuccccckkk, that was cold.
Through the window, I watched mum return to the BMW and entered the driver’s side. She exchanged a smile and some words with the guy in the passenger seat before reversing the car out of the driveway, shutting the autogate, and then driving off.
As the car was retreating the young guy looked me in the eye again and flashed a cocky smirk.
Dad just stared at the front door for like five minutes before looking around again.
God dammnit. The man was about to blow, and there was only one viable target in the vicinity right now.
“Barry! How long are you going to laze around all day!? Go do something productive!!!” Dad yelled.
Dammit. I kena collateral damage liao.
I quickly turned off the TV and went up the stairs to my room.
As I was climbing the stairs, I kept thinking of the young man in mum’s car. From my dad’s reaction, I think it’s safe to say that he is the one and only Dominic Yang, the newest, and possibly the youngest President of Sales at the family company. I wondered what is his relationship with my mum?
The more I thought about it, the more things seemed off to me. Call it instinct or intuition, but when I got to the top of the stairs, instead of heading to my room, I turned towards the master bedroom which is now solely my mum’s domain after dad moved out to the guest room.
I entered my mum’s bedroom and wandered towards the ensuite bathroom.
I quickly spotted what I was looking for. The laundry basket.
Inside the basket, on top of the laundry pile, was the outfit my mother was wearing earlier before she changed.
Gingerly, I picked the clothes up one by one to inspect them.
Finally, I picked up mum’s panties and immediately recognized what I was looking at. The insides of the panty crotch was heavily caked with white, gooey, slime.
It was cum.
“Huh… got you bastard,” I mumbled as I dropped mum’s panties back into the laundry basket. “Dominic the Dom, huh? Gotta admit, it has a nice ring to it.”
I took out my phone and started texting Tommy.
