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it was a quiet, easygoing saturday night for andi. he sat in the living room, watching sunset boulevard with all the lights off. clad in a loose keith haring t-shirt and a pair of his plaid boxers, he lounged with a bowl of popcorn on his lap. he had remembered "mom" mentioning how sunset boulevard was her favorite film, so he figured he'd watch it for himself.
mom said she'd watch it with him too, but when he started the movie, she didn't come downstairs. he thought she must've been busy, but that wasn't the case.
it took some odd minutes until she entered the living room, clad in a short-sleeved knit cowl neck sweater dress with a thick black belt around the waist. her lips were cherry red and her eyes were painted with penciled eyeliner and brown eyeshadow. her signature expression with parted lips and half-lidded eyes was plastered on. the lace of her bra peeked out from the neckline of her dress. she slinked her way over to andi, sitting next to him and lighting a cigarette.
"mom, you look like nicole kidman in to die for, y'know." andi blurted as he chewed his popcorn, trying to make this seem less awkward and tense than it really was.
mom just let out a chuckle as she eyed up andi like a predator circling its prey. andi set the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, nervously sitting back down on the floral couch. mom inched closer to andi until their knees touched. she bit her lower lip, butting her cigarette out on andi's thigh. the burnt orange imprint from the cigarette made andi wince, the pain searing his skin.
"mom, i'm really uncomfortable, y'know." andi covered the crotch of his boxers with his hands, trying to protect himself.
"oh, i couldn't tell, hon." mom's canines rubbed against andi's neck as she licked his sweat off. she nibbled at his neck, leaving a maroon hickey.
"mom-"
she pushed him onto his back, straddling his chest and peeling off her ratty blonde wig. andi's eyes rolled up to the ceiling, his lips parting and shaky breaths releasing as mom's slender veiny hand palmed his crotch. fuck. this was jay mccarrol in a stupid dress and a bra stuffed with towels.
"i know about the rivoli." andi panted impetuously as jay forced himself onto andi's crotch, their bulges meeting.
"the rivoli...oh, hon, that's no good, now is it?" jay grinned, his canines glaring at andi and the streaks of silver in his hair glittering in the blue glow of the tv screen.
andi's chest felt heavy as jay took 2 fingers and pressed down on andi's stomach, hard. a small whine trickled from andi's lips as jay ran his hands up andi's shirt and rubbed little circles around andi's nipples. andi continued whining and whimpering, words like "stop" and "mom" and "jay" interlacing together out of confusion.
"you take so much from your father, you know...his pudginess...his freckles..." jay purred as andi writhed around, his eyes shut tight as jay took control over the 20something.
"really?" andi slurred out in a daze, opening his eyes at looking up at jay, disturbed by the lack of the blonde wig.
jay said nothing and shoved his finger's in andi's mouth, andi sucking on them and running his tongue all over them. jay grinned as he saw andi's eyes roll back, lashes fluttering all pretty-like.
"such a good boy for mommy. so good, hon. you take it so well." jay praised as andi's saliva covered jay's fingers, andi almost biting down on jay's fingers.
jay slid out his fingers, wiping them on his dress. andi panted, struggling to find his thoughts as jay put the wig back on, lit another cigarette, and watched the rise and fall of andi's t-shirt clad chest.
"do i look like mommy now, hon?" jay teased, slipping into his lady voice as andi rubbed his temples in distress.
"i can't-i thought-" andi's words came out staggered as he tried to get his bearings after what had just happened.
"thought what, hon?" jay asked as he took a drag from his cigarette. there he went again with "hon".
"uh, nothing. i don't know." andi was shaken up, watching jay's movements. he just wanted to watch a movie with his "mom" but he ended up getting sweet-talked and prodded.
"are you sure?" jay questioned, crossing his pantyhose-clad legs.
andi was left without any words to say as he sat there like a rag doll, hair tousled and shirt rumpled. his boxers slipped a bit off his hip bones, revealing a bit of his happy trail. jay took a liking to this as he watched andi lift the hem of his shirt up a bit before pulling it up and off over his head.