Chapter 3 : His mother was a succubus

Anyone with eyes could see that his mother was attractive . Sexy even. His mother wasn't a vain woman , but even she knew about the power she held over men. For a woman in her mid forties , somehow she had managed to dodge the ravages of time. She looked like she was in her twenties. It was common for his mom to be mistaken for his older sister. And to get cat calls from perverts and old men .

Ever since the disappearance of his bastard of a father , his mother had underwent a sexual liberation . She stopped dressing moderately and started dressing more risque. She wasn't afraid to flaunt her looks. She didn't seem to factor in that judas was male .

At the end of the day his mother was still a woman with needs. It wasn't uncommon for her to bring her male friends back home to have sex during the night . It was practically routine . In order to tune out the obscene and loud moans coming from his mother's room , he would turn up the volume of his t.v. .

And play some violent game on his playstation like Mortal Kombat or Grand Theft Auto . Or in rare occasions Call of Duty . While he would pause the game and turn on a cartoon show , so he could punch his punching bag . Like he was doing right now . He would punch the punching bag until his knuckles would bleed .

Launching ferocious right and left jabs with mindless abandon. He shifted his body so he could use his weight to properly demonstrate his power. Heavy thuds resonated from the punching bag . The force behind his punches could be heard .

Every time he threw a punch he woud imagine he was punching his father . Endless agrression was doled out on the punching bag . His head swelled with anger when he thought about his father. His body felt like it was covered in flames . Because of that man he was a freak . His hideous eyes weren't the only gift that hateful man had left him.

He stopped punching the punching bag for a second , to look into the mirror on top of his dresser . His lips curled into a sneer as he saw his eyes reflected into the mirror . The broken orange eyes and red pupils taunting him .But that wasn't the main source of his dissatifaction. Right where his forehead was located was a nasty looking scar . They say wounds heal with time , its been seven years and yet the scar remained .

His other "love taps " as his father affectionately dubbed them had healed slowly over the years . Becoming less obvious than they used to be . But like a tumor the scar refused to leave. The scar that was the product of the day his new eyes were brought to this world. A memento left from the pieces of the vodka bottle that was embedded in his skull 7 years ago.

These gifts only caused him pain . He even tried to gouge out his own eyes once , but his mother had stopped him . And made him promise not to ever attempt it again. His mother couldn't even look him in eyes , because she detested them. He couldn't make eye contact with her , he had to look towards. her side . It was inconvenient to say the least .

He massaged his shaggy black hair in frustration . He didn't even notice that the sounds from his mother's room had ceased. He glanced at the clock three hours must have passed . His mother was an nyphomaniac with an insatiable libido. And aparrently limitless stamina . She could go for hours . She was practically a succubus.

He was going to return to punching his punching bag . When he heard a knock on his bedroom door .

" Open up honey , mommy's friend is gone . " his mother said . Judas hesitated for a second before opening up the door . He glanced at his mom and made sure not to make eye contact .

Elsie , his mother wore booty shorts with a very low bra cut top . Her outfit demonstrated her toned stomach. And opulent breasts . She wore the type of outfits that if she were a teenaged girl , would make her father foam from the mouth screaming at her to put some clothes on. She had no shame when it came to her body .

Modesty didn't exist when it came to her body . On varoius occasions she would walk through the house without any clothing . Competely disregarding his presence. He figured she had became a nudist . She can dress decently when she's at work or a public setting . But when she feels frisky or when she's at home. All the pretenses would dissappear .

Her long red hair gliding along her back. She wore cherry red lipstick. And had her nails painted green.

" I hope your not planning on going to sleep yet . I was thinking that we should have a horror movie marathon night . What do you think. ? " Elsie said sweetly . Today was a friday , which meant he had no school tomorrow . So he had no reason to object.

" Sounds great . " Judas said . He couldn't deny his mother anything . She was the only one he could trust . It was just the two of them against the world .

He followed his mother downstairs to the living room . His mother went into the kitchen and warmed up some popcorn . While he sat on the burgundy couch. She put it in a big red bowl and set it down on the table . And set next to him once she was done . Next to the bowl of popcorn was a family size bag of sour cream ruffle chips. With ranch and nacho dip . Accompanied with gummy bears and gummy worms . A large bottle of Sprite was by the snacks. And some red plastic cups were on the table . . They had a LED screen t.v. on their wall .

His mother grabbed the led tv remote and went to Netflix to search for a horror movie . Judas grabbed the bottle of sprite and poured some for himself and his mom . His mother continued to scroll through the horror section until she found a suitable movie. They decided to binge watch the Friday The Thirteenth movies

The franchise was a cult classic . They started from the first film. It was a camp setting that helped define most camping / cabin type horror movies . About a deformed and mentally retarted kid , that dies due to incompetent camp counselors . Which makes his mother vow for revenge on the indecent and negleftful teenagers that caused the death of her beloved son .

In his humble oppinion the movie perfectly showcases the lengths a mother would go to for the sake of her child . The dread of a mothers wrath was captured exquisitely . Jason's character was one that he could sympathise with . Being an outcast just because their different from the other kids. Except for Jason was born like that while Judas was thrust into it by his father .

His mother rested her head on his shoulder . He could feel her breathing . The warmth of his mother was comforting . They watched each counselor's death with rapt attention . Feeling exhilirated with each kill . And they let out sounds of displeasure when Pamela Voorhees was killed .

But were elated when jason Voorhees returned as a Vengeful spirit . The sweet innocent misunderstood child now an emotionless juggernaut . Time ticked as they enjoyed the movies , their snacks already devoured by the two . The blood and gore easily carresed their dopamine levels .

And Jason made an ominous figure with his iconic hockey mask. That's not even taking into account his famous signature Ki Ki Ki Ma Ma Ma or Ch Ch Ch Ha Ha Ha . An infamous sound that alerts his prey that he's hunting them.

They laughed when Jason's victims would run into the forest, tripping over nothing which would lead to their demise . Their deaths were oddly satisfying .