The Vengeful Tide Ch. 01

Growing up, my mother was a hardass. Then again, I suppose that's what you would expect from a former pirate. No, my mother was not a well-known pirate nor was she a massively successful one, but she enjoyed the thrill of it more than the unlikely prestigious future it came with.

Anyway, I got into a lot of fights with her over dumb reasons. She did not love me like a traditional mother would. When she was fit, she taught me how to fight. When we were poor, she taught me how to pickpocket. She did not cook too many luxurious meals. She cooked things that would ensure our survival. When I was younger, I hated these lessons, but I came to appreciate them now. I could not have become a famous captain without them. The water powers helped as well.

"Well, someone seems to moving while I've been away. Do you always enter a young man's room so scantily, Mother?" I asked.

My mother obviously noticed my presence now. "ERIC!" She yelled in surprise and, in that surprise, dropped her towel. My smile widened. Her voice was just as rough as I remembered, but it was soothing to my ear. I was resolved to change our early misfortune. The first step to that...was taking charge of this family.

My mom was quick to reach down for her towel. Her swaying breasts made my chest pump. "Why didn't you call out to me that you were back? Turn around, boy!" She said. Unfortunately for her, she would learn just who she was talking to.

"No mother. I don't think I will. I quite enjoy the sight in front of me," I said, standing to my feet. I made my way over to her. I was not fast. I was slow, deliberate, and patient.

My mother looked at me as if I had gone insane. "Eric! Eric, you better listen to me! I'm not in a joking mood, boy." My mother said, but soon I stood in front of her. She could make her threats if she wished, but I knew she had not the strength to oppose me.

Now let me say, I did not plan to seduce my mother, but I was. The dealings with my mother are fierce and there are hardly any ways for backtalk. In order to improve our family, I would take charge of it. My mother was going to realize that I was the one who was going to make the decisions for us from now on. When I was younger, I spent nearly all my time tending to her cares. I would still do that, but I was a 45-year old man. I was not the same child that she could boss around. I was going to protect the family fully, and she was going to respect my authority.

I stood right in front of my mother. She clutched the towel around her body. I did not tell her that I could still see her nipples and their pink areolae. Water dripped from around them and I loved the sight of it greatly. There was no doubt in my mind that I was confusing her. Never in my life would I have been so bold when I was younger.

I grabbed her towel and, with more strength than she was capable of resisting, pulled it down until it dropped to the floor. "Eric, have you lost your damn mind, boy?!" My mother asked.

I watched as she tried to quickly cover her immodesty, but I grabbed her arms and held them over her head. I then gently moved her until she was against the wall. My face was so close to her I could see my reflection in her eyes. I could see the sudden fear in her. I stared at my mother's body. It was so frail, so white, and so very delicious.

"Sorry mother, but it's obvious your way for our life isn't working. I see you're scared. You don't have to be, but from now on...there's gonna be some changes around here,"