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The constant gardener

... Donnovan's?"

"Baby", she said with a faint chuckle. "I am the Donnovan's."

Lightning flashed again, and in the millisecond of light I saw Mrs. Donnovan smiling down at me. I let go of her hand.

"No..." I felt sick. "It can't be."

"But I told you, didn't I? You wouldn't be able to recognize your mother if you saw her now. But I recognized you. I've kept an eye on you."

Walking across the floor her high heels click-clacked against the floorboards. She stopped in front of the statue. Grabbing it, she threw it to the floor, destroying it with another flash of lightning. The red and white shards exploded against the wall. It was the only thing I recognized from my childhood.

No, that wasn't true. That smile, the first time she saw me. No amount of filler could have changed that. Nor her eyes. I should have recognized her anywhere.

Mrs. Donnovan was my mother. And she knew it. She'd always known.

Looking up, she was standing above me, waiting for my shock to diminish. Lightning flashed and her eyes and grin grew wider for each one, like the mask of a devil. It was all gone when she sat down on the couch and turned on the small reading lamp. She was in complete control of her emotions.

"I could have you arrested for breaking and entering", she said.

"What?"

"I have it all on camera." She pointed to it, like a spider sitting there.

"Why?"

"You are wondering why I did all this?"

"Yes..."

"Why I made you lick my pussy and body?"

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"Why I treated you like dirt? Why I could, even now, make you do anything?"

"No..."

"You don't believe me?"

I shook my head in desperation. I wanted to believe it. A maelstrom of confused emotions coursed through me. Before this woman had been my mother, she'd made me worship her body like a slave. Sitting in front of me I saw that body more than I saw my mother.

"Why is your cock trembling?" she said.

Lowering my head and covering myself with my hands, it was already too late. She'd seen it, and made me see it too.

"I did it because you are disgusting", she said. "A low thing dragging me down, making me worse, like human filth. I knew I had to get away from you, and everything you represented."

"I made something of myself."

"You think you did, but all your struggles simply made you a more specialized servant to the ones that really matter in this world. I could have ordered you from McDonalds. It doesn't make a difference."

Smiling prettily, she beckoned me over. But when I crawled towards her, she grabbed my face, making me feel the sting of her long, sharp nails. I yelped.

"But having taken a step up I knew I couldn't call myself in control before I had faced that last reminder of my old self, the child I left behind. You. And made you mine. Used you, like a thing. Because you are not important."

I tore myself loose, but remained on the ground in front of her. "How can you say that? I'm your son!"

"No, my real children are in Cannes ...