Megan’s Mom

Megan’s Mom

I waited till my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad’s tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my books and read the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The moment I heard the car start and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dads office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It’s like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it’s unethical, I don’t want to sell that crap.

I didn’t care about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘Mind Control.’ For months now I’d been fantasizing about Megan’s mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan’s mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the bows back when they fell off. By accident I’d discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father’s desk and found an array of medication. I didn’t know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a drink, a bunch of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan’s house. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

‘Jenny? What are you doing here?’ she asked in a warm and caring voice. ‘Megan isn’t home right now.’

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘Well maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,’ I said innocently. ‘I just need someone to talk to.’

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery perfume. ‘O please dear, call me Tricia,’ she said. ‘What’s wrong?’

We went inside the house. She invited me to sit on the couch and offered to make me some tea.

‘I’ll make it,’ I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the little pill under a spoon and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘Thanks, for talking to me.’ I said.

She insisted that it wasn’t a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would make her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny.