Mother Son Bonding Time!
Dee had made the mistake of mouthing off. Again.
He’d been snarking from the corner while Vicky was working on her bike, tossing in passive-aggressive little comments like it was an Olympic sport.
“That should be over there.” “No, seriously, are you trying to break the damn bike?” “Pretty sure Aunt Anna does it better.”
That last one was the final nail in his coffin.
Vicky slammed her wrench down, stood up, and pointed right at him. “Alright, you little smartass. You think you’re funny? I’ll show you funny.”
Dee’s eyes went wide. He sat up, hands raised defensively. “Wait, Mom, don’t-”
Too late. Vicky pounced on him with the precision of someone who had years of experience pinning squirmy kids.
“NO! MOM, STOP, WAIT!” Dee yelped, already writhing as Vicky trapped his wrists with one hand. Her nails hovered menacingly over his ribs.
“You wanna run that mouth at me?” Vicky snarled, though there was a wicked grin tugging at her lips. “Fine. Let’s see how much you’re talkin’ when you’re losing your shit laughing.”
And then...attack.
Her nails dug mercilessly into his sides, and Dee screamed with laughter. “FUCK! HAHAHAA MOOOM! STOOOP!”
“Stop?” Vicky barked out a laugh, scratching up into his armpits. “You don’t get to say stop. You don’t get to say shit, you little fucker. You think you can sass me and walk away?”
Dee was thrashing, kicking at the couch cushions, absolutely undone. “PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAN’T! MOOOM, SERIOUSLY-!”
“You’re my kid, Dee. That means you get disciplined in MY-style.” She spidered her fingers across his stomach, and Dee let out a high pitched squeal that made her cackle.
“OH FUCK NO! NOT THEHEHERE! HAHAHAA! MOOOM!”
“YEAH, RIGHT THERE!” she shot back, relentless. “You got smart remarks now? Huh?!”
“N-NOHOHOHO! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!” Dee wailed, face red, hair sticking in every direction as he laughed helplessly.
Finally, when he was reduced to breathless giggles, Vicky released him and crossed her arms, smug as hell. “That’ll teach your ass.”
Dee curled up on the floor, still giggling, glaring at her through tears. “Y-You’re evil.”
Vicky smirked, flicking his forehead. “Damn right. And don’t you forget it.”
She grabbed her wrench again like nothing happened, while Dee sat there trying to catch his breath, silently plotting revenge he absolutely would not be brave enough to carry out.
