The Envy
It wasn't fair…
He had what Gumball wanted more than anything in the world. And he didn't even care…
Peeking ever so carefully through the slightly ajar door of their bedroom, Gumball secretly watched his parents like a wolf in the shadows. Though he had eyes only for one of them. The longer he stared, the harder it was for him to draw his gaze away from her.
"Mom…" the word echoed in his mind.
This was all kinds of wrong... Gumball knew that very well.
The sensible thing to do would be to walk away and pretend like he didn't see anything. Yet his envy continued to hold him prisoner right where he was. Plus Gumball was never really the sensible type.
"It's just not fair…" he cursed to himself, clenching his fists.
His father didn't even look remotely interested in what he was doing. This was just another mandatory chore for him. A chore…
Out of everyone in the whole world, Richard was the lucky person Nicole had chosen to share herself with. And he treated her needs and affection like a chore. The very thought made Gumball sick to his stomach!
The man was the epitome of laziness! He didn't deserve someone as wonderful as her!
It was bad enough his mother did all the work around here. Even now, when she was making love to him - if you could even call it that - she was doing all the work. Why was she wasting her energy on him?
His father was a slacker and a slouch at just about everything. What made Gumball think that this would be any exception? His mother deserved so much better.
Why if it were Gumball in Richard's non-existent shoes, he would give her every inch of his… attention.
Why had she done that to him? Force him to taste something so delicious and then forbid him from ever having it again?
"Why Mom?" woefully thought Gumball.
He knew what she wanted, what she really wanted. This was just a placebo. Richard was just one big placebo. He was a substitute for the real thing - Gumball was the real deal.
How ironic…
When his mother first approached him, Gumball was supposed to be the substitute… at first. Nicole never thought she'd end up preferring him to the real thing.
It was during his parents' last anniversary. Richard had forgotten… again.
Nicole had come to her husband eager for affection and he had rebuffed her. It was one time too many.
Gumball would never forget how hurt his mother had been that night when he found her crying on the couch. She had never looked so devastated in all her life. As if she was questioning every choice she had ever made.
In flurry of emotions, Nicole lost control of herself. She would do something drastic. She would hurt Richard the same way he had hurt her. If he would not satisfy her, she would find someone else to do it.
But it couldn't be just anyone.
It had be someone she loved and trusted. More importantly, it had to be someone whom the very idea of her sleeping with would make Richard feel unbelievably crushed and betrayed. It didn't even matter if he never found out. The act alone would be enough to appease her.
Nicole was a patient individual. She'd have to be to marry someone like Richard. But even she had her limits. And if certain thresholds were crossed, nothing was considered to be off the table. Not even her own son…
Her idea of revenge was to have an affair with the person Richard would be most threatened by; their own flesh and blood.
At first Gumball had been scared, confused and horrified at his mother's behavior when she cornered him that fateful night. He had been powerless against her advances.
But in almost no time at all, Gumball was already begging her for more. Succumbing to their primal urges, the fact that they were mother and son was soon irrelevant as they became lost in a sea of lust.
They both slept very comfortably together that night.
Only the following morning, after Nicole had been satisfied of her hunger was she able to think clearly, free from any perverse thoughts plaguing her mind…
The horror of the atrocity she had committed in her moment of weakness, swarmed over her like a murder of crows, the guilt pecking at her head relentlessly.
She had just slept with her own son.
After a short little awkward apology, Nicole told him to forget that any of it ever happened and that they 'must never do it again'. His mother then ran out of the room on the verge of tears before Gumball could even get a word in edgewise.
... How could she possibly expect him to forget something as wonderful as that?
Things between them could never and would never be the same between them again.
Especially when Nicole asked him to make love to her again a second time, then a third, then a fourth… Eventually they lost count. Each time she told him it would be their last. Yet she never kept her word. It was like a drug, just once was enough to get them hooked and each time they wanted more of it.
Even if Nicole had just been using him at first, even if that's how it started out, that's not what it became. Their secret affair blossomed into a full blown forbidden romance…
That was, until, Richard finally grew a conscious.
Perhaps he started to miss being the center of her attention and longing, even if he wasn't keen on returning it. Or maybe he wanted to curry favor with her so he could get away with being even more lazy than before. Or maybe he just didn't want to risk losing the easy life he had by pushing her away.
For whatever reason, he began to openly offer himself to her. Actively making an effort to be intimate with her.
This might have been what Nicole had wanted in the first place but it meant nothing to her now. It was a gesture as empty as his commitment.
However, things between Nicole and her son could not continue as they were, she knew that.
Whether it was her paranoia or intuition, she could not tell. But the growing suspicions from the rest of the family towards them were not lost on her. She shuddered to think of the consequences if they were ever caught. Fate had tragically conspired against them.
Now, there was no reason for her to come to Gumball anymore - even if she still might want him. They just had to put it all behind them. That's why she was weaning herself back on to Richard again. And why Gumball was stuck watching from afar.
"He has her all to himself... and he doesn't even care!" cursed Gumball, the blood in his veins boiling hotter with every passing second.
Just look at him!
Lying back there like an oversized stuffed animal. He hadn't even bothered to properly undress. He'd just unzipped his fly, slipped on a condom and called it a day. That's how little he cared…
And look at her…
Persistently forcing herself to get off on him. There was hardly anything appealing about Richard's physique. Cuddling up to him was probably like hugging a rabbit shaped lump of lard…
Anyone would have an easy time looking good in comparison to Richard. But in Gumball's opinion, to say his mother merely 'looked good' would be the ultimate disservice to her.
Gumball found himself mesmerized, if not completely enamored by the sight of her completely nude form.
Watching her now, he could safely say her beauty was positively unrivaled. Her slender, sleek physique had the perfect embodiment of elegance and athleticism. She had a delicate air of feminine grace about her that somehow managed to imbue feelings of intensity and strength.
They say some things only get better with age and Nicole certainly qualified. Not even the trials of motherhood managed to make a mark on her. Astonishingly, she often seemed to be unaware of her beauty, her innocence only adding to her allure.
He could not neglect to mention the warm radiance in her beautiful smile. Just the mere sight was enough to fill him with feelings of warmth and comfort.
In Gumball's opinion, Nicole was the apple of his eye, the prettiest rose in the meadow, the peak of perfection, the crème de la crème - pardon his French.
Watching his parents now, Nicole easily stole the show, no contest.
What was she doing now?
Of course, his father barely managed to last more than a couple of minutes with her. Kneeling before him at the edge of the bed, Nicole was working hard to get him hard again. Those luscious lips of hers clasped around the pathetic excuse that dangled from his crotch.
"Why Mommy!?" Gumball growled under his breath.
He hated the way she was perched on all fours before him, lapping at him like a pet. Though Nicole's posture gave Gumball a very generous view of her derriere, her puffy swollen lower lips glistening with the sweat of her hard efforts, sitting in the center of her soft squishy rump.
It was like staring at a delicious meal sitting at the apex of her thighs, just begging to be eaten. Gumball was actually starting to drool at the sight, fantasizing about its taste. He imagined it to be sticky and sweet, probably a tad salty too. Oh, what he'd give to find out…
For somebody who loved to eat, how obtuse could his father be to neglect tasting such an appetizing sight right before him?
As if to mock him even further, Nicole began to finger herself in plain sight of him, never once falling behind with the bobbing of her head. Of course she had to use the same hand which bore her wedding ring, the sight of which taunted Gumball relentlessly.
Just what kind of love was this? It was purely one-sided, Gumball thought to himself.
Even if Richard was his father, Gumball couldn't hold back his animosity towards the man.
If he truly loved her, why wasn't he treating her with the reverence and admiration she absolutely deserved? Why wasn't he praising her for being the wonderful blessing to his life that she was?
Why didn't he want to love and feel every part of her held against him?
Why wasn't he embracing her with every ounce of affection in his body?
Why didn't he want to hold her tight, whisper sweet nothings in her ear and kiss her until he was out of breath!?
…Why didn't he have the courage to do anything?
Gumball hadn't noticed the moment he'd stopped cursing his father's neglect and instead starting cursing his own inability.
"Why does it have to be this way?" thought Gumball, holding back his tears with everything he had.
Gumball would happily do anything to take his father's place. Previously, it had always been Nicole sharing herself with him. If Gumball only had one more chance, he'd make things right and share every inch of himself with her.
No matter how hungry he was for her body, he'd have taken the time to admire hers thoroughly and properly just to let her know how much he loved her. He would kiss her everywhere, complimenting her with each kiss he adorned on her skin.
He would make sure to put her needs before his own. He would look her straight in the face as he took her and she took him.
He so wanted to let her know how much she meant to him. He wanted to hear her scream his name as she hollered in ecstasy. He wanted to do the same for her as he came.
He wanted her more than anything.
"Okay dear, you can get back on…" said Richard matter-of-factly.
Gumball had never felt so conflicted before.
A part of him wanted to remain there and stay content with at least watching his mother from afar. But the other part of him wouldn't allow it.
The envy inside himself was consuming him, hounding him, tormenting him. Demanding that he storm in there and make a scene. Gumball clenched his teeth, balled up his fists and tried desperately to remain calm.
It wasn't working.
The envy was coursing through his body like wildfire blazing through a forest. Or like a volcano about to erupt and explode. Or like a falling asteroid ready to crash and burn.
He could barely control his thoughts. His inner demons were screaming at him to take action.
Gumball couldn't take much more of this…
He had to leave before he did something they'd all regret.
Bolting across the hallway as if he feared he wouldn't make it if he stopped, Gumball ran into his room, slammed the door and even shut the window for good measure. Unable to dispel the feelings of guilt, jealousy and betrayal, Gumball punched the wall in frustration, not caring if anyone heard him.
The numbness and pain sank into his knuckles a few moments after, yet he paid it no mind. Because the pain he felt inside felt a whole lot worse. Gumball threw himself onto his bed and buried his face into the pillow, clutching it as if it could ease his pain.
It just wasn't fair at all…
…
Gumball lay in his bed for some time as night eventually arrived. He perked up an ear as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps towards him.
"Aw, what's wrong my little Gummypuss?" said a soft feminine voice.
So that's who it was.
"Nothing Mom," he mumbled. "Please leave me alone."
"But sweetie, I just want to talk…"
"I don't wanna talk to you right now…" replied Gumball.
"Then maybe, you'd prefer to talk to me…" announced a different voice.
Who said that?
Gumball inwardly groaned as he sat up properly on the edge of his bed to face his uninvited guest. He was less surprised than he should have been when he found out, Nicole was nowhere to be found.
Instead, lazily lounging on the desk chair across the room sat… another Gumball?
A clone of himself? How could this be? And where'd his mother go?
Whoever this mysterious doppelganger was, Gumball seemed to be well acquainted with him.
The impostor looked like the original Gumball in every sense of the word. He was even wearing the same clothing. But upon closer observation there was more to it than that. The impostor might look like the original Gumball but his demeanor was the total opposite.
The impostor's expression was conceited, brimming with confidence and above all else the conniving look in his eyes was a far cry from Gumball's typical innocent and friendly self.
"And just what do you want?" spat Gumball.
The impostor raised his hands with a shrug.
"I just wanted to talk… Gummypuss."
"Only Mom calls me that," grumbled Gumball to aside.
"Aw, and I thought we were close, Gummypuss."
Taunting him with his mother's pet name - if his intention was to get under Gumball's skin, it was working.
"Have you come to try and steal my life again Zach!?" Gumball pointed at him accusingly.
"Zach?" replied the impostor while raising an eyebrow. "Is that who you think I am?"
"Well yeah… you are… aren't you?"
"I can be whoever you want me to be," grinned the impostor. "I'll be Zach if you want me to."
With that said, the impostor raised the collars of his shirt upwards to match Gumball's mental image of Zach.
However as he did so, Gumball felt his own collars magically raise themselves to match his doppelganger. Gumball pulled them back down and shook his head.
This had to be Zach. The evil split-personality Gumball thought he'd gotten rid of for good.
"You're just messing with me…" said Gumball approaching him defensively.
"And why would I do that?"
"Because that's what Zach does! Zach likes to mess with people and their memories!"
"And he liked to talk in third person too, huh?" added the impostor.
"Yeah he did… I mean, yes you do!" Gumball corrected himself while shaking his head.
"So if I'm really Zach, why am I not doing it now?" asked the impostor.
"Uh because…" he trailed off.
"Because what?"
"Because…"
Okay, now Gumball was starting to have doubts that this was Zach he was dealing with after all…
The impostor got off of his chair and walked up towards Gumball, only adding to his unease.
"Because you made Zach that way Gumball," said the impostor. "And you made me differently."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," replied Gumball folding his arms.
"Sure you do. You made me up. You created me to be honest with yourself."
"No I didn't!" growled Gumball, turning his head the other way.
"You see?" grinned the impostor. "This is why I'm here."
"You're not real! You don't exist!"
"Oh really?"
With no warning, the impostor shoved Gumball back on to his bed with a single push. Though he was caught off guard, Gumball instantly sprung back, lashing out at the impostor.
His fist collided with nothing but air, the momentum of his swing causing him to fall to the floor. The impostor started to walk circles around him.
"I exist just as much as you do."
"Shut up!" said Gumball, covering his ears with his paws.
"I'm real because you made me. In fact I am the real you-"
"No you're not!"
"-Because I represent what you really want."
"You're lying!"
"No, you're lying to yourself," declared the impostor. "I'm telling you the truth! I know what you really want..."
Gumball let go of his ears and sat up properly, though his eyes remained closed. The impostor placed himself behind Gumball, looming over him in a vampiric fashion.
"…What do I really want then?" inquired Gumball.
"Admit it," said the impostor. "You want Nicole all to yourself, don't you?"
"S-S-She's my mom!" said Gumball.
"And a delicious MILF at that too, huh?"
"Shut up! Don't talk about her like that!"
"But it's true. You weren't the least bit upset about what she did to you. You don't even care that she practically rape-"
"No!" cried Gumball, cutting him off. "It wasn't like that!"
"Why not?" laughed the impostor. "Because you enjoyed it?"
"…So what if I did!?"
"Because she's your mom, remember?" the impostor taunted him. "Why didn't you try and stop her?"
"I did!"
"The first time sure, but what about after that?"
"I… I… I don't know!" said Gumball, snatching his pillow and burying his face in it, now on the brink of tears.
"Oh I think you do," the impostor replied unsympathetically. "I think you secretly loved what she did to you. You loved getting intimate with her. And despite what you say, you love it when she calls you her pet name, huh Gummypuss?"
"Stop calling me that!"
"Should I call you Oedi-puss instead?" he sneered.
"Get away from me!" screamed Gumball, hurling his pillow at the impostor.
Rather than phase straight through him, the impostor caught the pillow in his hands before whacking Gumball in the face with it, snapping him out of his hysterics.
"You can't get rid of me Gumball," he said while pointing a finger.
"If I made you, I can make you go away too," Gumball argued back.
"I'm like the common cold. I'll always find a way back..."
The impostor grinned with a smile that bared too many teeth. However Gumball refused to be intimidated.
"So basically, you're saying you're snot?" retorted Gumball.
"Seriously?" said the impostor with an unamused expression. "That's what you got from what I said?"
"Just what the heck do you want from me!?" exploded gumball, losing his patience.
"I wanna hear you say it."
"Say what?"
"Tell me that you don't love Nicole more than as a mother and I'll leave you alone."
"You mean that?"
"You have my word," the impostor insisted. "Now let's hear yours."
"Fine! I… I…" he began, only to abruptly trail off.
Suddenly Gumball found himself struggling to speak as if his voice had been stolen from him.
Huh, why couldn't he finish that sentence?
All he had to do was say a few insignificant words with no one but himself around to hear. A simple white lie in the dark. Say those words and he wouldn't have to deal with this nightmare any longer.
Go on, say it...
His mother would never hear him. It's not like he planned to tell her the truth anyway. So what did it matter? All he had to do was say a sentence. It didn't matter whether he meant it or not, right?
Come on, say it.
He could feel the words just teetering on the tip of his tongue. All he had to do was push them out. Still his voice refused to cooperate.
Just say it already!
"You what?" asked the impostor. "Finish your thought."
"I… I…"
All he had to do was say…
No.
This was one lie he could not bring himself to tell. Not even to himself.
To some extent, the impostor had been right. Gumball hadn't been entirely honest with himself. Despite his best efforts, there was no denying the truth. With an all too heavy sigh, he finally spoke.
"…I love her…" said Gumball, his voice no more than a whisper as he sank to his knees. "I love her more than anything…"
Tears started streaming down his cheeks before he even knew it. Gumball tried in vain to stifle his sobs, as the impostor moved closer.
Rather than taunt Gumball about his answer, the impostor seemed pleased with his honesty, patting him on the shoulder and lifting up his chin.
"You see?" he smiled. "Now we're making progress. So Gumball, would you care to tell me the second reason why I'm here?"
There was a pause as Gumball dried his tears and thought hard. He looked deep within himself to come up with the answer. What could the other reason be?
If Gumball subconsciously created this doppleganger to give him a verbal lashing, what else could the impostor be capable of? If he only existed in Gumball's mind, what else could he possibly do?
Wait… that was it.
That's why Gumball made up the impostor. To make himself do things he wasn't brave enough to do himself. To justify it in his head. Detach himself from his guilt by making another person up and blaming it on them.
"You did something..."
Gumball just knew it. His instincts were as certain as the fact the sun would rise tomorrow.
"That's right," nodded the impostor. "I made sure that the bathroom window wasn't locked properly. Know what that means?"
"Uh… there'll be a draft in there tonight?" Gumball suggested innocently.
"It means, tomorrow you either man up and do what needs to be done. Or I might make you do something you'll regret. If your envy consumes you, I won't be held responsible for your actions. The choice is yours..."
And just like that, the impostor Gumball became stiff as stone as though his body had become petrified.
A howling wind came out of nowhere and swept him away as if he was suddenly made of sand. As the impostor was blown away like dust, the room around him began to disintegrate in a similar fashion.
Everything was falling apart, leaving behind nothing but a void of darkness. And in no time at all, Gumball felt himself falling into its dark abyss. He fell down screaming...
...and woke up with a sharp gasp.
Lying in his bed in a cold sweat, Gumball hastily got up to check his surroundings.
There was no sign of the impostor anywhere. It was now early morning and his room was still intact. Both of his siblings were still fast asleep, peacefully snoozing away.
The sound of running water could be heard from across the hall. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the sweet sound of someone humming to herself from within the shower. And the rumbling sound of heavy snoring coming from his parents' bedroom.
Enough was enough.
Snatching a bottle of mouthwash from his bedside, Gumball tiptoed to the window as he took a big swig. He silently swirled the fluid around in his mouth as he contemplated exactly what he was about to do.
Opening the window, he spat his mouthful outside onto the lawn as he quietly climbed out.
He was taking her back.
Right now.
…
Gumball's mother was usually the first member of the family to wake up in the morning.
Being the busybody that she was, Nicole was never one to sit still for very long. She had always found the need for sleep to be both a blessing and a curse.
On the one hand, it was a necessity that brought even someone as productive as her to a screeching halt.
On the other, it was a daily period of peace and tranquility that was relieving for a hard worker such as herself.
Last night however, had been an exception. For whatever reason, she slept like a log and woke up feeling extra sore. She'd been working too hard lately, she supposed.
A refreshing shower was just what she needed. Perhaps it could help shake off some of the disappointment from yesterday evening with Richard. Well, at least he was trying to be supportive...
Having washed her face and brushed her teeth, Nicole began disrobing herself. A bathrobe and a towel was all she brought in with her, so it hardly took long. She was just about to step into the bathtub when an all too familiar voice caught her off guard.
"Mom..."
At first Nicole thought it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. So just imagine her state of shock when she turned around to find Gumball-her son, perched in front of the window while she stood there before him in the nude.
To say she was merely shocked would be the ultimate understatement. Her eyes damn near went as wide as saucers, her tail shot up and all her fur stood on end. Her hands instinctively went to covering her exposed assets.
"Eek! Gumball what are you doing in here!?" yelped a red faced Nicole.
Nonchalantly, Gumball began peeling off his shirt as he spoke.
"Finishing what we started."
Tossing his shirt aside, he began walking towards her with all too unsettling look on his face. His demeanor was like that of a predator cornering his prey. His movements relaxed and unhurried, completely devoid of any fear.
Nicole had never seen her son like this before. Just what had gotten into him? He might be a rebellious little troublemaker, but where did this sudden surge of confidence come from? That look on his face… It was as though he'd become a completely different person!
Her embarrassment at her nude form was quickly forgotten in lieu of concern with her son's behavior. This had to be some sort of joke, she told herself.
"Huh? W-What are you saying?" inquired Nicole backing away.
"I won't let anyone else have you," said Gumball possessively. "Not even Dad!"
Oh no, he was actually serious. Dead serious.
"Shh! Gumball, be quiet!" Nicole desperately tried to calm him. "Your father's sleeping in the next room!"
"I don't care if hears us," continued Gumball, discarding his pants. "I know you're not happy with him anyway."
"What?" she gasped, averting her gaze. "T-That's not true-"
"-Don't bother lying. If it wasn't true, you'd have never slept with me."
That last part definitely had an effect on her.
Turning her attention to her son again, she finally noticed him in nothing but his undergarments, with a visible bulge in the center. For a moment she almost seemed to be captivated by curiosity.
No… she had to stop this right now.
Nicole immediately straightened up, assuming an authoritative tone with her typical angry frown as she spoke.
"Gumball Watterson, you stop this right now! I'm your mother-"
"-That didn't stop you before!" he cut her off. "Why should it stop me now?"
Locking eyes with her, Nicole couldn't believe what she saw.
He wasn't the least bit intimidated.
This was far from normal. Normally, no one would dare to question Nicole's authority in the household. Yet here Gumball stood, completely defiant as if he had on an invisible coat that could protect him for anything, including her wrath.
Fact of the matter was, he did.
If she punished him or called for help, would he tell the others the truth? About what they did? What she had done to him? On more than one occasion? It would be the end of this family as she knew it.
Having caught on to her bluff, Nicole quickly dropped her facade and tried a different approach. She knew she was in the wrong here and went in to full on begging mode.
"I-I'm sorry okay!?" she cried, holding her hands up in surrender. "I know that was wrong of me..."
"Then why are you trying to stop me now!?" demanded Gumball, moving even closer.
"Two wrongs don't make a right," she shook her head. "I shouldn't have done what I did. I said I was sorry!"
"And that makes it all okay?"
"I'm sorry! It was a moment-"
"-Of weakness? You stole my virginity! You didn't even ask, you just forced yourself on to me!"
He was getting way too loud now. The others were bound to wake up and hear them.
Nicole actually felt the weight of each teardrop swelling up in her eyes. She had never felt so helpless and vulnerable in all her life.
"Shhh! Gumball please!" begged Nicole, backing further away.
Deep down, she knew she deserved it. Gumball had her cornered exactly as she had him on the night all of this began.
There was no reasoning with him. She had truly created a monster and now... now it was coming to get her.
"You took something important from me and you expect me to just forget about it?" accused Gumball in a distraught tone.
"The others will hear us!"
"Then we better do this quietly," he whispered, flicking his tail behind him.
Nicole had backed herself to the edge of the tub. There was no more room left to seek refuge. Squeezing her eyes shut, she continued to beg in the vain hopes that he would stop.
"Gumball please… We can't be doing this."
"No you can't do this to me Mom!" said Gumball. "You can't just steal my heart and walk away like that. You started this and I don't wanna stop. Did you lie to my heart just to get to my body?"
Nicole opened her eyes to face him once more. Suddenly he didn't look so scary anymore.
Looking into his eyes, Nicole finally realized just how hurt he must be feeling.
The same feelings of guilt, betrayal and anger that she felt towards her husband, they were now reflected in her son towards her. And it was all her fault. Oh, what had she done!?
This wasn't pure animal lust. It was a crime of hot blooded passion. She had wronged him in the same way Richard had done to her. So why wouldn't he seek retribution?
No longer panicking with fear of being caught, Nicole calmly sat down at the edge of the bathtub before speaking again. She made a mistake and it was high time she owned up to it.
"No Gumball, I'd never do that to you," his mother spoke solemnly.
"Tell me the truth Mom," said Gumball, crossing his arms.
"Okay fine," she conceded. "At first I just wanted to get back at your father. I was so angry that I lost control of myself. Believe me when I say I felt terrible about what I did... But then I actually grew feelings for you. That's why I didn't want to end what we had. Everything I told you, I meant every word. And it's because I care about you that I had to end things. I'm your mother Gumball. This relationship... isn't normal. It's wrong..."
A moment of silence ensued as Gumball swallowed hard, slowly soaked in her words before speaking, carefully and deliberately.
"...Then I don't want to be right."
Gumball walked up to his mother and took her hands into his own.
"But Gumball-"
"I just want to love you!" he told her. "Why won't you let me? I don't care if you were using me at first. I just want to be together with you and make you happy. Because I love you more than anything. I thought you loved me!"
"I do but..."
"I wanna hear you say it," he interrupted.
"Huh?"
"Just tell me you never loved me more than as a son and I will leave."
The heck was he thinking? He was gambling everything by asking her that!
This wasn't like his dream. This was real. If she lied to him now, Gumball would not wake up in the safety and comfort of his bed. He'd have to stay true to his word and leave.
Because even though she had forced herself on him, he would not do the same. Gumball loved her and he wanted to win her over fair and square.
He wasn't after her body. He wanted the one thing she had taken from him. The one thing even Richard could never truly attain.
He wanted her heart.
"Gumball I…" said Nicole, struggling to find her voice.
His mother had never felt pressure like this. She'd always thought she could take on anything for the sake of her family. But this was something else…
This was her chance to end this. All she had to do was tell him…
Tell her beloved son, whom she had wronged because of her own insecurities and idiot husband, all while looking into the innocence of his pleading eyes that she… she...
No.
She would not lie.
Nicole loved him. And she knew how much Gumball loved her.
Regardless of what happened next, she couldn't let herself break his heart to console her own. She had brought this upon the two of them. A good mother would do what was best for her child, wouldn't she?
Nicole would tell him the truth.
"You're right Gumball…" his mother confessed. "I do love you. More than as a son. I don't know where those feelings came from but I know that's how I feel inside. I was hurt and confused at first. But I assure you, I meant every word I said. I love you Gumball…"
Nicole bit back the urge to cry as she continued to speak.
"But we shouldn't-"
"-let anything come between us then," said Gumball, finishing her sentence.
"But..."
"Shh..." he told her softly, raising a finger to her lips. "But nothing. And nothing but."
There was a pause. An air of silence surrounded them as they stared into each others eyes.
Then without even thinking, Gumball threw his arms around his mother and pulled her into a deep kiss. At last, he felt the feeling of her sweet lips crushing against his own. They tasted better than he remembered.
Oh, how he had dreamt about this for so long! They might have kissed each other before but never like this. Not with such fiery conviction. He murmured a soft sigh of satisfaction, holding the kiss for as long as he could.
All this time, being stuck watching from afar, he could finally feel the comfort of her body again. He missed this feeling so much! He felt as though he could melt into her arms.
Despite her initial reluctance, Nicole firmly held the kiss with him. Before she knew it, her arms had managed to wrap themselves around him. Not long after, she found herself closing her eyes and succumbing to the wonderful feeling swarming over her.
There was no denying it. She could feel that spark again. That feeling she desperately had tried to wrench out of Richard to no avail. Nicole made no attempts to fight it, allowing herself to enjoy this moment for what it was.
Gumball parted from her ever so slowly, his vision locked with hers. Nicole's lips slowly curled themselves into a tiny grin.
"…Be gentle with me, Gummypuss," she whispered, resting a hand on his head.
That was all he needed to hear.
Her words made Gumball's heart damn near pop out of his chest. He moved in for another kiss as Nicole pulled him close again. There was no holding back on either side this time.
His fingers were brave, the way he stroked her ears as they exchanged lips once more. Gumball loved the way she purred in response to his petting, just like a real cat would.
However it also reminded him of his father's dismissive treatment towards her earlier. That pissed him off something awful.
"Well it's my turn now!" thought Gumball.
After a kiss that could only be aptly described as a clash of tongues, wrestling each other for supremacy and ending in a stalemate, Gumball snaked himself around her body.
Nicole let out a sharp gasp, as she felt him go straight for her neck, softly suckling on the senstive area, all while squishing and squeezing her breasts in his paws.
For the first time in ages, hands other than her own had filled themselves with the weight of her perky mounds. Gumball began playing with them like putty. Kneading them like dough. Squeezing them like fruit. Cupping them while kissing her neck some more.
It was driving her wild.
Nicole felt as though she had been caught by a snake. One that hungered for her body and had no intention of letting her go. Never before had she fell victim to such lustful ferocity. This was a far cry from the gentle and sweet son she had raised.
This was a side of Gumball that even he never knew he had. What a ravenous little kitten he had become.
He was more like his mother than he realized. When either of them wanted something badly enough, they'd stop at nothing to get it.
Nicole hadn't noticed the moment he had wriggled out of his remaining garment. But it became all too obvious when she felt something poke her thigh behind her. Something hard, fleshy and throbbing. As if she needed to ask.
Getting ahead of herself, Nicole reached behind her to take his member in her hands and guide it towards her slick heat. Her own disappointment took her by surprise when Gumball pulled himself away from her.
"Not yet," he whispered. "I wanna admire you first."
"Admire?" she repeated.
Turning around to face him properly, she soon understood what he meant.
How strange… Her husband had never done that for her unless she made him. Yet Gumball refused to indulge until she had her fill. What an odd feeling...
Tracing a path of kisses down her taut belly, with a hand on each of her hips, Gumball came face to face with the peachy prize that he had been yearning for. This was it, the gateway to the very womb that had given birth to him.
It was time to pay a visit to his old room.
Nicole watched him with amazement as he administered a big kiss without any hesitation. Hugging her thighs, he nuzzled against her like he did when he was a kitten. And then…
"G-Gummypuss? Ooh!" gasped Nicole, petrified as she felt something moist and fleshy brush against her.
Gumball finally got to taste her honey pot. Did it live up to his expectations? No...
It exceeded them.
Okay, if he was being totally honest he'd admit it actually tasted kinda bleh, but he didn't care. It was worth tasting it for her reactions alone. Gumball glanced upwards every so often to watch her.
One hand rested on the wall for support, the other Nicole had balled up into a fist against her mouth. Her breaths were hot and needy and her tail impatiently thrashed about behind her.
All the pressure from his intrusion had already made her work up quite a sweat, making her puffy swollen lips even squishier than usual. Gumball's movements were slow and deliberate.
He'd waited a long time for this.
And by golly, was going to savor this meal as if it was his last. His kittenish laps eventually shifted into a full frontal make out.
Holding his head in her hands, Nicole curled her lip and looked away despite her eyes being shut.
"Mrrow!" she yelped as he flicked her clit with his tongue.
This was the kind of satisfaction she had yearned for so long.
Nicole soon found herself being forced to sit on the edge of the tub, desperately keeping a firm lid on the urge to moan. Yet every so often, Gumball managed to get a little squeak out of her.
Opening her eyes again, she looked down to see Gumball staring at her longingly, eager for her approval. Nicole encouraged him with a warm smile and proceeded to stroke his head.
She couldn't deny he looked kinda cute like this. He was half her size yet he stood before her, playing her like a flute. She could no longer help it, he had actually gotten her to mewl.
Though his mouth was still glued to her nethers, Nicole could feel him beaming with joy. The way his tail happily twitched behind him was an obvious tip off. She was close...
"Ugh… Gummy… I going to-Ahaha!"
She never finished her sentence.
Gumball doubled his efforts just as the words left her mouth. In no time, she found herself curl her body tightly around him as she came, shuddering and shivering as she finished.
It was a wondrous feeling that lasted for a mere moment… The previous times she had made love, the pleasure was there but the satisfaction was not. Gumball had earned an orgasm out of her all on his own…
She wanted more...
Without even thinking or stopping to catch her breath, Nicole slid herself into the tub, pulling Gumball inside with her. It would be a tight fit. There was just enough space for the both of them in the tub. Her brain had gone to autopilot, letting her desires do all the thinking.
Though much to her surprise, Gumball refused to go inside. He rubbed his shaft against her labia, teasing her with anticipation but denying her closure. What filled him with such constraint?
Amazing, Nicole thought to herself. He was inches away from his target yet he still wanted her consent. She had raised her son to be better than she thought.
"It's your turn Gummypuss," she told him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Don't hold anything back."
Gumball formed a big grin on his face. He didn't need telling twice.
Finally it was payback time. It didn't matter if Richard found out or not. The act alone was enough to satisfy him. He would prove to both his mother and himself, that he was the real man around here.
He positioned himself towards her precious folds.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, the fact he was going in without a rubber worried him. Gumball pushed, if not shoved, those thoughts aside as he slowly pressed the tip of the spear closer.
Nothing would stand between him and her.
That's what he told himself earlier right? He meant that figuratively and literally.
Without protection, there was a chance this could end badly. But there was also a chance it wouldn't. Gumball would take those odds.
He wasn't taking a gamble this time. This was a calculated risk. In fact, their entire relationship was one big risk.
The only absolute, was that if he stopped now, he would never get such an opportunity again. Now was not the time for intelligent reasoning. Now was the time for action.
It was now or never.
He was going in.
The duo collectively tensed as they made the big leap, becoming as intimate as two lovers could be. Gumball sighed contently as his shaft ventured inside her. It was even softer than he remembered. Nicole closed her eyes, allowing her mind to fully immerse itself on this wonderful feeling.
Making himself comfy, Gumball wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace and buried his face between her assets, snuggling up to her as much as he could.
"Mom…" he practically purred the word out loud to her.
"Keep going Gummypuss..." she beckoned him to continue.
Nicole softly mewled, resting her chin on his head as he began thrusting in and out.
Despite his size, he was the one taking charge of this situation. A loss of control like this was a foreign concept to Nicole. Usually she hated taking orders. She loved being in charge.
But right now, she was more than happy to let her son take the driving seat. There was something intoxicating about giving up control voluntarily.
Nicole felt her body burn up inside and outside. Her fur clad skin was enveloped with so much sweat she could barely hold her grip against the edge of the tub .
She could not remember the last time she made love as wild as this. She couldn't recall Richard ever driving her to the point of exhaustion.
Oh no…
She had forgotten all about him!
What if Richard had woken up? What if he was outside the bathroom door now? What if he got suspicious? What would she do?
Actually… you know what?
Screw that. She didn't care even if he did hear her. She was in too deep to deny her desires now. She was going to enjoy every minute of this. Right now she had no thoughts for anyone but her little boy.
Likewise, Gumball wanted this moment to last for as long he could make it. But for all his bravado, he had his limits. He knew he would run out of steam very soon.
"Mom…" he managed to speak in between huffs. "I'm… getting… close…"
"Me too, sweetie..." she agreed. "Can we... together?"
Gumball silently answered her question by quickening his pace, pushing himself to the very limit. Nicole followed suit, bucking her hips against her son, matching him thrust for thrust. Faster and faster they went until at last...
They reached the point of no return.
With a needy little whine, Nicole hugged her son tight, squishing his face between her breasts as they came at the same time. Gumball thrashed about as if the very air from his lungs was being sucked out of him.
Nicole shuddered as she felt him release his load. Several thick globs poured into her love canal, claiming the space within. Gumball left no less than a puddle. It was certainly a generous amount. In his book, one that was long overdue.
Given how pent up he had been, Nicole had expected nothing less. Ugh, she could feel it bubbling and oozing out of her in a sticky mess.
This was all kinds of wrong and dangerous...
Yet she didn't care.
Having to wear a mask of purity all the time can wear on the body and mind. To take a moment to just cut loose and act impulsively is just plain cathartic. Protection would've been a smart idea. But it felt better this way - a proper consummation.
Gumball panted hot heavy breaths while quietly repeating her name over and over like an apology.
Perhaps he had finally reverted to his old self, now that he had been purged of his envy. He certainly felt that way. Rolling her tongue over her dry lips, Nicole gently spoke to her son.
"I admit it Gumball, you are better. I promise, I won't ever leave you again."
"I love you Mom," he whispered to her, with a happy little smile.
"I love you too, honey..." she smiled back at him.
Amidst her haggard breaths, Nicole weakly extended her hand towards the tap, twisting it counter-clockwise.
A jetstream of water rained from the showerhead. Holding each other tight, the duo enjoyed the refreshing feeling of cooling down after their little moment of bonding.
Nicole knew weaning herself back on to Richard was a fruitless effort. She wouldn't bother trying anymore. There was no way he could make love to her like this. Not the way Gumball could.
Truly she had created a monster, Nicole thought to herself. And she could not have been happier resting in his arms. Gumball would not have disagreed.
This shower would take longer than she thought…
Knock-Knock!
"Nicole! Can you hurry up in there!? I need to use the bathroom!"
On second thought, maybe they should speed it up a little.
Author's Notes:
This was my first attempt at writing something dramatic. It was different but an interesting exercise in creativity nonetheless.
I want to give a huge thanks to "Call Me Writefag" for assisting me with editing. Much appreciated!