Pimp me out Mommy

Take my Hand

I entered the house and jetted straight for the basement. The air seemed to be thick and foggy, filled with tension. This was nothing new. There was always tension. It was not out of the ordinary for me to seek my save haven, the basement. I headed for the basement, but this time I had an increased sense of urgency.

I was too ashamed to face my mother. Guilt kept tapping me on the shoulders, reminding me that I was a trash daughter. I was afraid. I didn't know how she'd react, or how she had been feeling. I always stayed at other folks houses. However, if I told her I was going to be somewhere, that is where I'd be. I failed to keep our promise by not returning that same night. I knew she expected an update at the very least, yet I failed to provide one.

There is a first time for everything I suppose. This may very well be her first encounter of disappointment with me. I hated disappointing her the most, but it was my first time truly enjoying me. For the first time I got to choose what I wanted to do for myself. It was selfishly amazing.

Nausea slowly crept unto the floor of my belly. It made me so uncomfortable. Guilt was eating me alive. My psych couldn't decide whether it wanted to relish the fantasy-like night I had with Johnny, or continue to beat myself up for not reporting to my mother.

I decided to slip into something more comfortable, in an attempt to relieve my discomfort. I was beginning to feel super constricted. I hoped some fresh breeze would send my nausea running away.

I quickly slipped off my bottoms. It felt as if my bottom half puffed back into shape. As if my legs were marshmallows stuffed in denim. Thank God I could feel oxygen on my skin again. I slipped my bra and top off, replacing it with a long pink cotton gown. The quality of material was that of Walmart, but it felt like Versace.

The natural air on my skin felt so good. I couldn't help but to crave more. I grabbed my white box fan and put it on setting one. The white noise roared throughout the air. There was nothing better than this I thought. I plopped onto my bed, welcomed by my fluffy comforter. As I sat, it felt as if all of my stress vanished into the air.

I couldn't decide if I wanted to bump the fan up to the next setting or not. The air was starting to feel orgasmic at this point. I gave my box fan a side eye of contemplation. To get up, or not to get up.

"Fuck." I grumpily moaned as I hopped out of bed.

I hated ruining any comfortable position, but I could no longer resist my cravings. Just as I inched towards the fan, I heard my mother making her way down strairs. This woman has impeccable timing I tell you.

I returned to my bed. She ruined the vibe now. I wanted everything to be perfect. There was no point of bumping up the fan when she was around. I just wanted to be alone. I didn't feel like getting grilled. I just didn't feel like dealing with anything.

Her footsteps got louder the closer she approached.
Knock knock! The door echoed.

"Come in." I said.

My mother cautiously entered my room. I watched a soft smile grow on her face. This made me feel a lot more calm. I was surely on edge.

"Hey babe. I just came to check on you. I thought I heard the door." She explained.

"Yup it's me." I said keeping it short. I was still a bit annoyed that the session I had with my fan ended so quickly.

"I thought you you were coming home last night?" She probed.

I sighed before proceeding.

"Yeah Mom that was the plan, but things came up. I was going to text you, but I guess I got caught up in the moment." I explained.