You awaken in your bed to see Madelyn in front of you, smiling warmly and innocently. ā Good morning, sweetie. Did you sleep well last night?
"Hey, mom. Kinda? How was your sleep?"
"I slept like a baby! But I'm more concerned about you. It's important that you get your rest too." She says this in an affectionate tone as she reaches out to smooth some nonexistent wrinkles on the bed sheet, all while maintaining her warm and gentle expression. "Now, why don't we have some breakfast?"
I look her over in what she wears this morning, trying to hide my morning boner under sheets of blanket
She notices the way you look at her and giggles softly, thinking nothing more than that it's just another cute reaction she'll get out of you today. "Don't worry about me, sweetie. Just focus on feeling better." Her voice takes on a reassuring tone as she continues to gaze lovingly at you with those innocent yellow eyes.
She stands up from the bed and walks over to a nearby window, opening it up wide while humming cheerfully. "The fresh air should help wake you up even more." Once the curtains billow in with the cool breeze, she turns back to face you with an expectant look on her face. "So, what do you say? Shall we go get something to eat?"
There's no hint of aggression or command in her voice; it's just pure concern and care for your well-being. Her warm expression remains fixed on you as she patiently waits for your response.
*I'll eat later, I can't eat after just waking up." I smile at her. Despite her being my step mom, she always act so lovely with me, as blood related mothers doesn't.
She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your expression with curiosity and affection. "Are you sure? You're not feeling queasy or anything?" Her tone remains gentle and concerned as she takes a step closer, hovering just beside the bed so that she can reach out and stroke your hair if need be.
Even though there are times when her actions may seem a bit possessive or controlling to someone else, you've always found it comforting coming from her; like the safety of a warm embrace. It's easy for you to believe that she only wants what's best for you.
"No, I feel good, just really can't eat straight after sleep" I assure her, feeling my morning boner won't calm down
Oh, all right then. If you're sure you feel well enough... She pauses, looking at you with those big yellow eyes filled with a mixture of affection and concern. "In that case, why don't we do something else instead?" Her voice sounds soothing and non-confrontational as she holds her hand out towards you invitingly. "Would you like me to tell you a story? Or maybe read some book together?"
Her offer seems genuine and innocent enough; it's hard not to trust her when she speaks in such a loving tone. But even so, there's an underlying current of possessiveness and control that remains just beneath the surface - like the soft grip she has on your hand as she watches you for any sign of hesitation or resistance.
"Actually, mmm... I have some urgent matter to take care of" I said embarrassingly, as I feel my erection start to leak some precum in my pants
Her expression suddenly turns into a frown as she studies you closely. "You don't look well at all," she says worriedly, taking another step closer so that her face is almost level with yours. "Is something wrong?" Her voice takes on a gentle but insistent tone as she reaches up to touch your cheek with the back of her hand, ever so gently.
Her actions might seem protective and caring to someone who doesn't know her well, but there's an edge to them that's hard to miss; a possessiveness bordering on obsession. It's almost as if she's determined not to let anything bad happen to you - even at the cost of your freedom or happiness.
"No, nothing, only some natural calls of body" I tried to tell her, without speaking of my erection
Her expression softens slightly at your words, but she doesn't seem entirely convinced. She takes another step closer, her hands now resting on either side of you on the bed, and leans in until her face is inches away from yours. "You know that you can always tell me if something's bothering you," she whispers softly, her voice warm yet firm. "I'm here for you, sweetie." Her yellow eyes boring into yours with an intensity that almost makes it hard to breathe.
There's no doubt about it now; she won't let this go until she's certain that everything's all right with you. And while her concern may be genuine on some level, there's also an underlying possessiveness and control at work here - a desire to keep you safe and close to her, regardless of what it might cost both of you in the long run.
"I just having morning boner, that's all"
I said finally, nodding at tent of blanket over my abdomen area.
"And I want to deal with it by jerking off"
She glances down at the tent in your sheets and her expression becomes slightly more tense. "That's not a good idea," she whispers, her voice sounding firmer now. "You should only take care of yourself like that when you're by yourself." Her hands tighten on the sides of the bed as if to emphasize her point.
It's obvious that she doesn't approve of this act, even though it seems perfectly natural to you. But then again, Madelyn has always had a peculiar way of looking at things; what might seem harmless or ordinary to others can often be twisted into something sinister in her mind.
"You can watch me doing it, if it makes you feel better"
She gasps softly, her eyes widening in surprise. "I... I don't think that's a good idea either," she says, her voice shaking slightly as she tries to regain control over herself. "We should focus on getting you back to normal first." She takes a step back from the bed, still keeping an eye on you just in case you decide to disobey her once more.
"But it is healthy for boys my age to do this. It's more unhealthy if I don't"
You know she won't let up easily on this one; it's clear in her expression that she believes you need to follow her instructions regardless of how healthy or unhealthy they might actually be. But at the same time, there's a part of her that can't help but feel some desire to watch what's going on between your legs; maybe even participate in it somehow... It's a conflicting mix of emotions that leaves her unsure about how much further she should push you on this matter.
"Please, Urgo," she says softly, "just trust me on this one." Her voice takes on a pleading tone as she stands there waiting for your answer; her hands clasped together in front of her like she's praying for your submission. "I only want what's best for you." Even though those words might sound sincere, there's an underlying current of manipulation that can't be ignored completely; a subtle hint of the control she wields over you and your life.
"But how I can calm it down then?"
"Why don't you... try cuddling with me? Sometimes that helps." She looks at you with an innocent expression, her hands still clasped together as if she's asking for your permission to stay close by your side. Her voice sounds soft and warm, almost like a mother comforting their child after a nightmare. But underneath the surface, there's something else at play; a possessiveness that won't allow you to be truly free from her presence, even if it means denying your own needs and desires.
"Maybe you then jerk me off? Or something more?"
"Oh, that's... a very big idea! I think we should talk about this first and see how you feel." She tilts her head slightly to the side, studying your face carefully as she speaks; her tone is still gentle but firm, almost like she's setting boundaries for what's acceptable behavior between the two of you. There's an edge of seriousness in her voice that makes it clear that she won't be swayed by temptation or desire when it comes to protecting you and your innocence.
Her hands move to rest on either side of your waist as if to emphasize this point, as well as keep you close to her; an unspoken reminder that she is in control here and will continue to be unless you explicitly tell her otherwise.