A Mother's Conflict Epilogue (Patreon)

Several days had passed since Joaquin subtly dropped the bombshell on Alan and he’d ridden off into the sunset with Laina. Nobody had seen or heard from them, much to Alan’s dismay. He became so frustrated that he took to Selena to unleash his aggression; a fact Selena loved so much that she actively taunted him with Joaquin and Laina just to get Alan angry enough to ravage her. Regardless, Alan still held intense bitterness for Joaquin and his little stunt only exacerbated his hatred. Whatever love he felt for Selena turned into lustful rage and he made several attempts to repeat his previous success with her, but to no avail.

Selena became needy to the point that anytime she wanted Alan to fuck her, she all but forced it out of him in her own way. The dynamic in the bedroom shifted to Selena making demands and Alan trying to fight her on them, forgetting that she was the superheroine known as Mamacita. Anytime Alan attempted domination over her, she fought back and frequently rode him until he was drained. Still, Alan felt he was the new man of the house and acted as such; an act that Selena allowed him to play out as she adored when he played the dom.

One afternoon, Clara came back home to spend some time with her mother as she’d been busy with work at her fashion company; to her displeasure, Alan was there. 

“Well hello, Clara. Long time no see.” said Alan in a flirtatious tone, attempting to pin her to the wall.

She easily dodged him while texting on her phone, “Hey loser, don’t you have a job to go to?”

Not appreciating her comment one bit, he turned to look at her, drinking in the sight of her curvaceous body as her black dress hugged her in all the right spots. She resembled her mother right down to the dark skin and the light brown hair, which was cut in a pixie style. The main difference were Clara’s red iris’. Combine that with her being a 19 year old CEO of her own fashion company and she made a total knockout. Alan pursued her to the kitchen.

“You’re really gonna be like that, Clara? Don’t you remember when we were kids and played together?” Alan attempted making her nostalgic, which she ignored again as she poured herself a glass of juice.

“Yeah, I do, but we’re not kids anymore and I’m in no mood for your bullshit right now. Where’s ma?”

“She’s in the shower.”

Taking a sip of her juice, she nodded. Her phone began buzzing in the pocket of her lime green jacket and she quickly silenced it. Again, Alan sidled up to her as she took her drink, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“I’ll tell you this one time, Alan: take your disgusting hand off me.” She warned, still having no time for his advances.

He grabbed her chin and attempted to force her to look at him. “You look here, Clara. I’m not about to take your smart ass attitude. I’m gonna be your step dad after all.”

She put down her drink and swiftly punched Alan in his nuts and sent him crashing to the floor, quickly stepping on his back, digging in her heel. “No, YOU look HERE; the only reason I tolerate your existence is because ma seems to really care about you. I don’t share that same sentiment. Stop pretending like you’re some conqueror just because ma let’s you sleep with her; you’re a total loser working at a dead end job that you’re bad at.”

He grew angrier the more she talked, but he couldn’t get up as she wasn’t finished speaking her mind. “Try any of what you just pulled again and I’ll call my friends who specialize in making useless sacks of shit like yourself disappear without a trace, feel me?” she asked him as she dug her heel more into his back, making him grunt in pain

“Ok! Ok! I get it!” he cried out.

She removed her heel and grabbed a paper towel, wiping her heel off and grabbed her drink as she walked toward the living room. 

Picking himself from the floor, Alan rubbed his back, feeling a welt from Clara’s heel. He was angry, but knew he couldn’t do anything to upset Selena. He made his way to the living room in an attempt to mend fences with her, but she quickly put a stop to that.

“If I catch even a glimpse of you, Alan, you won’t like what happens next.”

Her warning sent an uncomfortable chill down Alan’s spine and he retreated to Selena’s room, where she was waiting in a bathrobe.

“Clara’s a little angry today, Sel. She’s kinda scary.”

“Allie...you want to explain this?” Selena asked as she held up a sandwich bag with pills and needles.

“W-where did you find that, Selena?”

“In the dresser on your side of the bed. I was going to leave you some money to take me out somewhere nice and I found this.”

“Y-yeah uhh...I need those f-for uhh..”

“Unh Unh!” she asserted, rising from her seat

Alan slowly backed away, but she quickly used her speed to close the door and lock him in the room with her.

“You’re a bad liar, Alan. I gave you a chance to tell me you used these on me, but you lied.”

Defaulting to his dominating stance, he folded his arms and formed the stern look he gave as she walked towards him.

“Yeah, so? You forget you admitted you were my slut or something? I can do whatever I want!”

Without warning, Selena took a whip from under her bathrobe and cracked it hard enough to wrap around Alan’s neck, pulling him to his knees.

“You see, I knew something was up because I’ve taken these when I was young. You’re lucky you’re so cute, otherwise I really would end things here.”

He looked up at her, gripping at the whip as it tightly squeezed his neck, choking him. What he saw next sent a cold shiver down his spine. Selena opened her bathrobe to reveal a tight, black corset that squeezed her tan breasts together combined with long, latex gloves and matching high heeled boots. Alan’s eyes darted down to her pussy and was met with the sight of her brand new strapon. 

“I’ve never used one of these before, but there’s a first time for everything mi amor.”

Out in the living room, Clara hear Alan scream.

“Ay ma ma! At least warn me next time!” she said aloud before getting up and leaving the house.