Mother Chrysalis by Anonymous


                                            >You are Anonymous AKA "The Faceless Shadow"

                                            >The 'code name' is because you're an aspiring villain

                                            >With your mom Chrysalis as your trainer and mentor

                                            >Since the day you were born she's been pushing you down this path

                                            >Most people hate her because of how she treats most people as a villainess

                                            >She's always shown you her softest and most caring side

                                            >You'd even be tempted to say you're the only person she shows any real compassion and kindness to

                                            >Always extremely encouraging of you, and even when you failed she was never hard on you about it

                                            >She's even always 100% sure you're going to become the best villain to ever live some day

                                            >You don't understand why she seems so sure of that, or where she gets all this confidence from

                                            >One thing you are sure of is that it's helped you believe in yourself more, and be more daring without being afraid to fail

                                            >Still, most of what you actually attempt as a villain are heists

                                            >Your power allows you to blend into shadows and move between them

                                            >Which is way more suited to infiltration than directly fighting anyone

                                            >In fact even though you called yourself 'daring' earlier you actually have a rather cautious play-book

                                            >If your super heroine nemeses are hot on your trail you flee

                                            >Your mom taught you to always prioritize avoiding capture over anything else

                                            >Because If you escape you can come back for the loot later if you didn't get it, but if you're captured you might never escape your prison

                                            >Your mom has actually 'retired' for the most part

                                            >She still does her own thing from time to time, but her main focus is on your development

                                            >Even often talking to you remotely through an ear piece as your support

                                            >Usually shape-shifted into a 'bystander' somewhere where she can let you know if the authorities, or god forbid those six damn super heroines are on the way

                                            >For whatever reason those six even think they can 'reform' you, and turn you against your mom

                                            >They're wasting their time


                                            >This time you didn't have to encounter them, and listen to them blather on while trying to chase you

                                            >With the priceless diamond in tow you're on your way home without even being pursued

                                            >Because you sent a 'calling card' to a place on the other side of the city

                                            >So all those dumb ass 'heroes' were waiting over there for you to show up

                                            >They watch too many Saturday morning cartoons

                                            >This tactic works way too often, but sometimes they do get wise to it

                                            >Big dramatic showdowns are fucking stupid, and Mom always says deception is a villain's best asset

                                            >This diamond isn't really even the real 'prize'

                                            >The real prize was getting home to Mom, who stayed home this time

                                            >Who'd shower you with affection and praise

                                            >As well as some 'affection' as a lover

                                            >It made your heart pound in your chest thinking about it

                                            >Mom's take on it is that as villains we shouldn't care what society thinks our relationship 'should' be like as mother and son

                                            >Having an 'immoral' relationship with her even makes you feel more like a villain

                                            >You aren't even home yet and you feel so hot-blooded about it

                                            >It doesn't hurt that your mom is smoking hot as well

                                            >At least in your opinion she is

                                            >Others don't have as flattering opinions of her, and you say it's because they're haters about her being evil

                                            >You haven't gone 'all the way' with each other, but it feels like that could happen any day now

                                            >Getting back home couldn't possibly happen soon enough

                                            >The cover of night making you all but invisible and with nearly limitless mobility

                                            >Because the shadows are basically everywhere and encompass everything

                                            >Except for street lamps

                                            >Just got to avoid those and you're golden

                                            >You finally throw open the door proudly

                                            >With no doubt a very smug look on your face

                                            >Mom was waiting right at the entrance in her night gown

                                            >She could even already tell you were successful before you showed her the diamond


                                            You still proudly displayed it before telling her, "Hey sexy, guess what I got?"

                                            >Flirting with her because it's just so fucking fun

                                            >She flirts back pretending like she can't see it in your hands, "Is it a very hard and long 'diamond'? You've got it in your pants, don't you? Want me to feel for it?"

                                            >You cracked a grin before starting to laugh, and Mom soon laughed too

                                            >As spontaneously as always she came up and wrapped her arms around you while you were laughing

                                            >Without even needing to think about it you pressed your lips to hers

                                            >You tossed the diamond onto the side table just inside the doorway

                                            >Not even caring if it got on the table properly

                                            >It's a big ass diamond, what's it gonna do, break?

                                            >Focusing all your attention on kissing her now

                                            >Your real prize in your arms now

                                            >Even more so when you swept her off her feet

                                            >Mom breaking the kiss to tell you lovingly, "Take me to bed, honey. You've definitely earned sharing my bed tonight."

                                            >Tracing a finger across your cheek to your chest as she said it

                                            A low purr in your voice answering, "With pleasure, and why do we even have separate bedrooms?"

                                            >She places a finger on your lips sensually shushing you

                                            >Playfully explaining, "You're still my little larva, but you'll get there. Some day soon even."

                                            >Makes you want to pull off your biggest heist yet right this second

                                            >It'd have to wait till tomorrow night at least

                                            >For now you've got to get to bed, and not just for fun either

                                            >You've got to go to school tomorrow for your cover as a high school student

                                            Asking her playfully on the way to the master bedroom, "What do you think I'll steal tomorrow night?"

                                            >Mom cackled while looking up at you smugly

                                            >Messing with you as she said the same thing as the last time you asked that, "What you really want to know is what you need to steal before I'll steal your virginity, isn't it? Well too bad, honey. It wouldn't be any fun if I just told you what to do for that."


                                            >You get what she's talking about, but couldn't she still help you a little?

                                            Asking her pleadingly, "Come on, mom. I know you can't just tell me THAT, but couldn't at least give me a lead on something to steal anyway as my support? I'm sure you've heard of some 'valuable' whatever lying around somewhere."

                                            >She didn't seem like she was going to budge

                                            >Telling you in a more serious but still playful tone, "You should be figuring out what to steal on your own. For your own sake. Not because I don't want to help you, but because you're at the point where you should learn how to do that yourself."

                                            >Ah, so it's also part of your training not to tell you

                                            >Mom then went off on a tangent saying, "We should also talk about getting you some henchmen soon, but that'd take some serious set up first."

                                            >Henchmen would be nice

                                            >You hadn't pushed the idea of having any because it feels like they'd more get in the way when you're sneaking

                                            >They may come more in handy when it's time to confront anyone

                                            >Even if the henchmen suck they could probably at least buy you time to escape when shit goes wrong

                                            >Which lets be honest here, henchmen usually suck

                                            >If you're willing to work for a villain as a lowly grunt you're not at a great place in life

                                            >Anyone with any real skill or competence who wants to get into the field of villainy just becomes their own villain

                                            >She was just leaning into your chest now as you finally got to her bed

                                            >Setting her down gently on the bed before getting ready for bed yourself

                                            >When you got back she beckoned you to join her in bed

                                            >You eagerly slid into the bed to her side

                                            >Holding each other as you both got comfortable

                                            Cooing to her softly, "Love you, Mom."

                                            >She smiled and kissed you deeply

                                            >Telling you in an almost sickeningly sweet voice, "I love you too, my cute little larval kingy."

                                            >It sometimes annoys you when she babies you like that

                                            >At least she doesn't do that in front of others

                                            >Especially the bug terminology


                                            >You think she's always had a thing for bugs for some reason

                                            >Her day job revolves around bugs too

                                            >It's a bit boring to think about that

                                            >So you turn your attention back to her

                                            >It's easy to just deal with when you consider it just a downside to her being so loving towards you

                                            >Especially easy to not be mad at her when locks lips with you while holding you in a lover's embrace

                                            >Simply making out and enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies

                                            >Feeling her heartbeat against your chest even more so than her breasts up against you

                                            >She moaned so lustfully it made you want to just try fucking her right there and then

                                            >Except there was a cat and mouse game to be played here, and it was practically only just starting

                                            >No matter how many times she says 'some time soon'

                                            >Until you were both ready to drift off to sleep in each others arms

                                            >Yet in your last moments of wakefulness you couldn't help thinking about your 'career'

                                            >It almost feels wrong to want to rely on henchmen to fight for you

                                            >It's a very 'villain' thing to do, but also feels 'weak'

                                            >Still, hiding in shadows doesn't let you fight very well

                                            >Technically having a weapon exists as an idea, but you'd actually need to effective at close quarters combat for that to work at all

                                            >Using a gun or anything as lethal as a gun or more is right out as well

                                            >Since one of the very few 'agreements' between villains and police relies on not using them

                                            >If villains don't use guns or outright lethal attacks then police use non-lethal take down methods

                                            >When a villain so much as brandishes a gun they're immediately killed in a hail of gunfire from police that vastly outnumber them

                                            >It only happened once in your lifetime, but once was enough to convince you to never consider using a gun

                                            >You remember it well

                                            >The villain 'ultra-brain' had invented his ultimate hand held ray gun

                                            >Except it was considered too lethal and violated the truce


                                            >So the very first time he unveiled it in a stand-off he was gunned down

                                            >It was even captured on live television and you saw it as it happen

                                            >He was one of the most feared villains

                                            >Yet in that one moment, from that one mistake, he was shot full of holes, and died on the spot

                                            >Not just with hand guns either, but machine guns and turrets on vehicles and helicopters

                                            >Maybe in his hubris he thought he could take them all on with his ultimate ray gun, but he was literally dead wrong

                                            >To this day you think they went overboard on purpose to send a message

                                            >It definitely worked

                                            >So everyone uses non-lethal attack methods, or else

                                            >You didn't want that tragic day to be the last thing you think about before falling asleep

                                            >The day your perception of how being a villain works changed forever

                                            >A day that made you feel weak and helpless in a world that'd snuff you out without a second thought for the wrong kind of mistake

                                            >Despite that you couldn't stay awake

                                            >Falling asleep remembering to never forget you're still one man no matter what powers you have


                                            >The following day the alarm wakes both of you up

                                            >Your thoughts from last night are pushed aside as you think about your upcoming day at school

                                            >You have all your homework taken care of already

                                            >Your mom insists you actually do it yourself instead of forcing someone else to do it

                                            >Since the homework is a part of your learning, and she'd rather you actually learn from school than delegate that

                                            >Even if bullying someone into doing your homework is the 'evil' thing to do

                                            >There isn't much talking or romance in the morning for either of you

                                            >Since you're both night owls and you hate mornings

                                            >In fact your mom is downright grumpy in the morning if you try to engage with her too much

                                            >You're no ray on sunshine yourself too early on in the day

                                            >As part of your breakfast you down an energy drink

                                            >Just to get you through your morning routines, and out to school instead of skipping school to sleep