‘Why?’
‘Because you will be punished, for outbursts like that.’
‘And how do you plan to punish me?’
‘I’m sure you will soon find out. I will see you in a few days, Mrs. Kelley.’ Hanging up, I continued to watch her. Wishing I’d ordered her to sleep naked or something. She was underneath the covers, watching television. It wasn’t enough to even get a hard-on. Again, I drank myself in a stupor, passed out on the couch, and woke with a stiff neck from the crazy dream. Sitting up, I rubbed the back of my neck and then moved the hardness of my cock to the side. Jesus, another five minutes and I was sure I would have come in my sleep. How could I acquire an erection, envisioning that fucked up shit? I moved my fingers across the mouse pad of my laptop, typed in the password and clicked on Morgan sound asleep, still snuggled under her covers. I clicked on the rooms in the rest of the house, pausing on the one that my mother slept in. I bypassed that room. If I had to live there, something was going in that room, something that didn’t represent the hell my mother went through while living there with that fucking lowlife. Clicking back to Morgan, I felt all the anger that I held toward Michael resonate from his dead body to her. I hated her as much as I hated her fucking father. I wanted her dead too. It was ridiculous how much hatred I felt toward this girl. Did she really think she was going to just waltz right in here and take everything I’d worked for? No fucking way. I would die before I let that happen.”
I raised my eyebrows when Drew spoke of Valerie again. I was once again interested in what he had to say. I hadn’t heard any of this before.
“Moving my finger over the mouse I hovered over Valerie’s room, debating on whether or not I wanted to go there. I was going to turn that room into a theater, something to distract my attention while I waited for Mr. Callaway to kick the bucket and get rid of his dumb little granddaughter.”
Watch it buddy.
“I opened the room, seeing it the exact same way it was left. My mother took great pride in that day. She’d wanted Valerie out of the picture for years. Michael wouldn’t hear of it. He kept them both right where he wanted them, and both dumb women fell at his feet, believing that he was going to marry them. The sad part was Valerie was already married. She would have left her husband in a heartbeat for Michael. I know she would have. When Michael got really bad, Valerie was made aware that she wouldn’t be coming back to the estate. She hated my mother as much as my mother hated her. Patrick, her husband, was a good friend of Michael’s, they did business together, and while Michael was out of town, taking care of business, Michael entertained his wife. I guess my mother always did have a little more pull than Valerie. Although Valerie was by far lacking in anything. Michael made sure of it. She dressed in beautiful clothing just like my mother. Unlike my mother, Valerie was free to leave anytime and never return whenever she wanted to go. Michael reminded her of it often. He reminded my mother of the fact as well, but he’d never let her leave, not that she would have anyway. She was in love with him for whatever reason. I’m sure I’ll go to my grave trying to figure that one out. Of course I kept her from knowing a lot of things. Would it have influenced her decision to leave Michael? I don’t think so. She wore blinders; the man could do no wrong. I let my mind wonder to Valerie and that room, the dream that had woken me. I was barely seventeen. I’m not sure where my mother was, away somewhere. Michael often sent her away when he wanted to entertain Valerie. I never went with her, and she never asked me to go. I guess I was somewhat neglected too. I knew she loved me, it wasn’t that, she just had other things more important on her mind than me.
I remember standing to the side of the French doors, watching as Michael slid his fingers through the material of Valerie’s top. Feeling the sensations in my groin, I moved my legs apart, trying to situate my hardness. It wasn’t the first time I’d watched Michael fuck Valerie. I’d been working side by side with him, learning everything I could learn from him. I knew where the key to his office was. I knew how to magically make Valerie’s room appear on the computer screen. I’d jacked off in my hand many times to Michael fucking Valerie. I became pretty excited for those times my mother would go out of town, knowing Valerie would take her place. It’s sick, I know. She was my mother for god’s sake, I should have been furious with Michael for bringing Valerie to our home while my mother was away. I wasn’t, maybe because she was stupid enough to know about it and let it happen. Unsnapping my dress pants, I released my pulsating cock and stroked it, staring blankly at the empty room on screen. I contemplated that day, stroking myself in my hand. One of many fucked days. By the time I’d turned eighteen, Michael shared Valerie with me. I made sure my mother was involved in chasing charities, organizing events, and getting out of town. I needed her gone to ensure Valerie’s stay. Valerie didn’t always come when my mother was gone. She was there occasionally when my mother was there, but not often. It was sort of a mixed blessing when she was there. I got to spend more time with Valerie when my mother was home, but it felt a little, I don’t know, dirty, I guess.”