"J-j-just... just a peck..."

She stammered the words out, her voice a tiny, shaky, miserable little squeak. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

Alex's whole, entire face just lit up. He looked like a kid who had just been told that every day was Christmas. He nodded his head so fast and so hard, it looked like it was going to fly right off his shoulders.

"Okay! Okay, Mommy! A peck! Yes!"

[Nice job, boss!] the little voice suddenly cheered inside his head. [This is the way! Atta boy!]

Alex's slow, knowing smile got even wider.

Truth to be told, when he first grabbed her, he wasn't... planning... this. He wasn't trying to corrupt her... not really. He was just... genuinely happy. He was bouncing-off-the-walls giddy about his two-million-crowns, and she was the person who helped him!

...But...

...Now...

...Now that he was fully awake...

...Now that he had just... hugged... her hot, soft, full, milfy body...

...Now that he had felt her, and smelled her, and felt his own... thing... press right against her...

...Well.

His mind suddenly... twisted. It did a full 180-degree flip, right back into... that pervert. The pervert he always was.

'Oh, yeah,' he thought, as his smile turned into a smirk. 'This is much better than a new hat.'

"Thank you, mommy!" he said again, his voice all sweet and innocent. "Then..."

He closed his eyes. Tightly.

And he leaned in. Slowly.

His mouth... his lips... they... formed... that... "o" shape. That same, stupid, puckered, kissy-face "o" shape from before.

Chu...

Violet... just... squirmed.

Her whole face wrinkled up, like she had just smelled something awful, like... rotting fish. She just... cringed.

But... ugh. She just... she just had to... get this quick peck over with. Just... one... tiny, fast, disgusting... peck on the cheek. And then she could run. Then she could get the hell out of here.

It was just a kiss, alright? A... a family kiss. A... son kiss. It was... normal.

She braced herself.

She... turned her head to the side, fast. Wh-whoosh.

She was giving him her cheek. Her right cheek. There. Take it. Just... do it... and LEAVE.

Alex... kissed the place.

...Sort of.

It was less a "kiss" and more just... brushing his stupid, pucked, "o"-shaped lips against her skin for half a second.

Mwah.

Then he pulled back and... opened his eyes.

And the puppy-dog face? It was gone.

The sad face? Gone.

It was instantly replaced... by that same, heartbroken, gasping, I'm-gonna-die-of-sadness face from before!

"Mommy!" he gasped, his voice cracking with agony. "Not... NOT HERE!"

"W-w-what?!" Violet's eyes flew open. She was so confused. "B-but... but... you kissed me! I-I... I felt it! It's over, right?! You said! You said just one kiss!"

"Yes! I did say one kiss!" Alex cried out, and he clutched his chest. He grabbed a handful of his own pajama shirt, right over his heart, like... like... she had just stabbed him! Like he was... he was hurt!

"But... but... not here!" he gasped, pointing a shaky, accusing finger... at his own lips.

"You... you gave me your... your cheek! This... what is this?! This is... this is formal! This is what you give the... the... the mailman! Not... not your son!"

His face crumpled.

"AH! So... so it's true! You... you really... really... don't think I'm family! You... hate me!"

"WAIT! NO! I-I... I DON'T HATE YOU!"

Violet sighed. A huge, long, miserable... "I-give-up" sigh.

...This... this just... wasn't going to end.

It was never going to end... especially... if she tried to engage in a... a verbal argument... with him. He would just... keep going. He would twist her words. He would make more puppy-dog faces. He would clutch his chest again!

And... not to mention... the more she argues... the more she fights him on this... this one, stupid, tiny, awful, horrible thing...

...the less... of a chance... she had.

...Her... her "new relationship"... their... their new, normal... family relationship...

...It was... it was just going to... destroy itself. Before it even started.

And... and... it would all be her fault.

"F-f-fine!" Violet finally snapped. She couldn't take it anymore. This was... this was torture. "Just... just kiss already! Just do it and get it over with! FINE!"

She squeezed her eyes shut, so, so tight. Her whole face was scrunched up in pure, agonizing... surrender.

And then... she tipped her head down, just a little. A tiny, miserable, defeated little tilt.

Seeing this... seeing her break...

...A huge, slow, vicious smile spread all across Alex's face.

Oh, yeah. This was it.

'I'm going to make her cum today,' he thought, his mind already racing, his blood already hot.

'She's not just going to think about me. No, no, no. This hot, stuck-up, boring little bitch... she is going to have me... stuck in her mind... all day... all night... from now on.'

This was the real reward.

He then said aloud, his voice instantly switching back to that super-sweet, super-innocent, little-boy tone.

"Here I come, mommy! I hope you're ready! It's just one little kiss!"

"...mm."

That was the only sound she made. A tiny, tiny, muffled, miserable sound of... agreement.

Then... he leaned in. Slowly.

And he... kissed... her forehead.

It was the lightest, softest, fastest little nothing-kiss in the world. A tiny, dry, feathery... peck.

...And then he instantly threw another, even BIGGER, tantrum.

He jumped back, his eyes flying open. He looked horrified. He looked... betrayed!

"WHAT?!" he yelled, his voice cracking with fresh, new agony. "What is the meaning of this, Mommy?! A... a forehead kiss?! Is that all I am to you?! Just... just tell me! Just tell me if you don't like me at all!!!"

"W-W-WHAT?!" Violet's eyes flew open. She was... she was so confused. Her brain just... could not keep up. "I... I... you... you did it! You... what?!"

She just... stared at him. At this... this... man-baby... this... emotional-terrorist... who was clutching his chest again!

...She...

...Sigh.

...Violet let out a sigh.

It wasn't a normal sigh. It was... the final boss of all sighs. It was the long, long, shaking, I-give-up-on-everything-in-the-universe sigh of a woman who was just... done.

"Fine..." she whispered, her voice all raspy and dead. "Fine. Just... just... do it properly this time. Just... please... make it stop."

And then... she... she did it.

She showed him her lips.

She... she puckered them. Just a tiny, tiny little bit. A miserable, scared-looking pucker. She was just... offering... her mouth.

'Here. Here is the target. Just... hit it... and leave.'

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