Ethan thought it was a little strange that he had to get his keys out and unlock the door. Usually, if his mom was home and knew that he was out, she'd leave the doors unlocked. He had an evening class this semester, and she had to know his schedule by now. The night sky was already falling. He was late but extraordinarily so. He had just stopped and gotten Chipotle before coming home. Mom had said that if he didn't get something to eat, there were leftovers, but she wasn't planning on cooking. Maybe his mom watched some true crime show or something and got a little spooked, or she just absentmindedly locked the condo door behind her. Her car was here, so it wasn't like she was out.
None of the lights were on when he opened the door. Well, none of the normal lights were on, but there was some light coming from the living room. But it was weird and well, green. It didn't look like a normal light-fixture's light. The shadows this light cast seemed to be deeper and darker than normal. His ears started to rush, like the air pressure in the house wasn't right. "Mom? Are you here? What's going on?" He wandered towards the light.
"I'm in here, honey," his mom called out from the living room. He gawked, mouth flopping like a fish, when he opened the door. He knew his mom was attractive; he had put up with jibes from his friends since he was like 12. But, she didn't spend her time lounging around in skimpy, tight bathing suits.
"What's going on? With the lights? Why are you dressed like that?" Ethan stammered out.
"We really need to talk about how your classes are going, sweety," His mom said, seemingly undisturbed by the curious lights in the room. His ears really were pounding now. "One of your little friends came by and said that you had a fight over one of your group projects?"
Ethan really wanted her to focus, but -- "Wait, Donovan? Donovan came here? He's not my friend. He's a freak, kept saying that he could use magic to get us a higher grade. I ended up having to do his slides just so they'd get done."
"He seemed very distraught. I am really quite upset with you that you hurt this young man," his mom sniffed.
"Its not like we fought physically, we just had a yelling match because he wouldn't shut up about his magic," Ethan defended himself, "I didn't lay a hand on him."
"Well, he was very upset, I didn't raise you to be some sort of loutish brute," his mother said. Ethan looked at her. Everything felt wrong right now. "I had to get down on my knees and suck him off just to make him feel better."
"You... what?! You sucked Donovan Chen's dick? Why-- The fuck is going on?" Ethan said, his ears continuing to pound. The green lights flickered, and the shadows on the wall moved unnervingly. His head was starting to pound, in the same unheard rhythm that his ears were. He collapsed on to the couch.
"You're in college now, Ethan. You can't expect to me be there to fight your battles and make everything better like I did here," his mom said, in the same disappointed mom tone that she had when she discovered a bong in his room. He didn't even want to acknowledge his mom ever had sex; he already had to put up with his friends making MILF jokes. Why would she jump to sucking Donovan off?
"Why would you suck Donovan's dick, Mom?" Ethan asked, his head in his hands.
Ethan was about to explode on her when he was interrupted by the door to the master bedroom creaking open. "Is he... still HERE?"
Donovan Chen walked out, shirtless, with a smirk. He held a wax candle, and didn't say a word. Ethan started to get up, but his legs started trembling as he saw who followed Donovan. Nessa, his girlfriend, was here.
"Nessa, baby, what the fuck is going on?"
"Hey, Ms. R, looking good," his girlfriend said to his mom, using the same nickname she always did for his mom. Nessa's eyes switched to him, and her face grew serious, "Ethan, did you YELL at Donovan here?"
"He-- He kept saying he could use magic to do our assignment!" Ethan said, his blood turning cold, "It was a group project, I wasn't going to fail because he's gone nuts--" No, Ethan realized. Donovan hadn't gone crazy. He had. The world had. Nessa placed one her hands on Donovan's chest, and looked up into his eyes.
"Its sounds to me like you were just mercilessly shooting down Donovan's ideas for the project," Nessa said, "I think you need to learn how to collaborate better, Ethan. She put her arms around Donovan's neck, and he bent down to kiss her. She threw her leg around his hip, and he reached back and grabbed her ass to stabilize her. Ethan rubbed his hands against his eyes. He knew he should be kicking Donovan's ass right now, but his head was pounding. Everything was off.
"As a punishment for you, I've decided that I'm going to fuck Donovan for a while," Nessa said, breaking her kiss. Honestly, based off how she was dressed, and what his mom just admitted to, this made sense. It took Ethan a minute to get over the craziness, but he saw that really, this was Donovan in control. "Without a condom of course, Ethan."
"Okay, I get it, man, you actually are magic. I can't beat you up, because you'll turn me into a newt or something. I'll... I don't know, I'll email the professor and ask her to change my score of you for the teamwork portion of the project. Or, let me guess, Professor Bartleby is in the room too, and you already changed my grade and fucked her as well."
"What? No, don't be ridiculous," Donovan said, his hand still on Nessa's ass, "Bartleby is old and ugly. I'm not casting any magic spells on her. I'm glad to hear that you'll fix my grade though," Donovan had a big shit-eating grin on his face. "Though, hey, you might as well come on out now, babe." He called back into the master's bedroom.
Ethan tensed, but then he realized, Donovan had already fucked his mom and girlfriend. He didn't have a sister. There was no one else in his life that would hurt as bad as these two. He could hear someone closing the door of the en suite bathroom and walk towards the living room.
"Miss Choudhury?" Ethan said. "Holy shit, you went after my boss at my internship?"
"Oh, good, you're here, Ethan," Miss Choudhury said, like it was normal for her to be in just a bathrobe in his mom's condo, "Young Mr. Chen and I just had a conversation. I realized that I've been repressing my sexuality for a long time, and he's helped me come up with an actionable plan to fix that."
"Let me guess, he's going to come into the office on the days I work and fuck you in front of me, or something?" Ethan said. Obviously, Donovan had decided he was going to be ruining his life.
"Oh, no. I mean, obviously, I'll be fucking Donovan, he's a very capable young man, but no, I need a way to let out my sexual aggression. He and I will be going to shop for some strap-on dildos, and I'll be pegging your sweet little caboose on the days you work."
"You really fucking suck, you know that, right?" Ethan said to Donovan. There wasn't anything to do; if Donovan could corrupt these poor women's minds this thoroughly, it wasn't like he was going do anything.
Donovan just smiled in the eerie green light.
