The Man Inside the Helmet

By Thomas Schiff and Tabitha Bannerman

"Warden? Is that you?" Warden looked up as he entered the house. He closed the door quietly behind him and took his shoes off.

"Yeah mom it's me."

"Where have you been all day?" She asked as she came into the hall. She wasn't a very old lady, she was maybe in her mid forty's at the most.

"I've been at work all day." He said. At the age of twenty one he had moved out on his own but had moved back two years later when his father had taken a turn for the worst before finally loosing his fight with cancer.

His mother had insisted that she needed the help around the house and being the loving son he was didn't want to leave her on her own.

"But you've never stayed out this late before...are you hiding a woman from me?" She prodded as she pinched his cheek playfully.

Warden laughed. "I wish." He said smiling as he moved past her.

"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes." She called as he disappeared up the stairs, smiling softly as she moved back into the kitchen.

Warden moved up the stairs and to his room to put his stuff away. He closed his bedroom door and stripped out of his uniform and sat moved towards his mirror. In the frame of the mirror where different pictures. Some of him and his mother others of him and his friends. But the ones he focused on most where the ones of him and Sherri.

She had broken up with him almost a year ago and even now he couldn't keep his mind off her. He took one of his favorite pictures and moved to the bed. He stared down at her remembering the feel of her blonde hair as he ran his fingers through it. Remembered the taste of her cherry chap stick.

A smile graced his lips as he ran his finger over the picture. He stared into the green eyes of the photograph like a man going blind. She never told him why she didn't want to see him anymore... but he had a good few reasons. One; being another man. Or the second; Him being to different from her social circle. He had hoped it was the latter.

Sighing he fell back, lying against the sheets of his bed with the picture against his chest. He missed her dearly, the smell of her hair, her serene eyes, the taste of her body. Such a thought made him swell.

He brought the picture back up to look at it as he moved to sit against his head board. He ran his hand lightly over his taught stomach moving slowly lower before he took his swollen cock into his hand.

Licking his lips he brought his hand into a slow rhythm, lightly gliding over his length. He heard his mother drop a dish down in the kitchen, merely chuckling at her clumsiness.

He set his eyes onto the picture again as he gripped himself tighter, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock when a droplet of pre-cum appeared.

He dropped the picture onto the bed and closed his eyes, his head resting against the headboard as he envisioned her lips around his cock. He loved it when she did that. She was so good with her tongue.

As he fantasized the more real it became. He saw her kneeling between his legs, her mouth engulfing him while her hand stroked the base of his length. His breathing quickened as he gently lifted his hips, thrusting into his hand. "Sherri..." He whispered softly.

He brought his other hand down and fondled his sac as he pumped himself faster.

He felt himself coming closer and closer as he stared at the phantom of his ex. "Yes...that's good..." He whispered again.

He moved down slightly. There was always something he had wished she'd done for him but... understandably had refused. He brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked on the tips of his fingers. After it was slick enough he moved his hand back down pacing it back on his sac where it was before moving lower. He pressed the tip of his finger to his tight hole and rubbed himself as he stroked his cock with his hand. He imagined her tongue on his anus her hand around his cock.


He moaned a bit louder then he should have but he didn't care. He gripped himself tightly stroking up and pausing at the tip of his cock, he squeezed himself softly and watched his pre-cum ooze out then ran his hand back down his shaft.

He lifted his other hand to his mouth again,wetting his fingers once more before placing them back against his puckered hole.

He moaned louder as he came his white liquid squirting out onto his stomach.

He grunted, his body tense, as he stroked himself slowly. What was left of his load oozed out from his slit as he came to a stop. Relaxing against the bed frame he sighed and picked the picture up again. "Why did you leave me?"

He stayed there for a few more moments before he picked up one of his dirty t-shirts. He wiped the liquid off of him and stood up. He replaced the picture where it was and got dressed.

"Warden!" He heard his mother calling.

"Coming!" He called and descended the stairs slowly, she had made his favorite tonight.

He stepped into the small kitchen. "Sorry it took me so long." He said smiling at her.

"No problem dear." She smiled warmly back as she set the table. "You have you're manly things to attend to."

Warden was just taking a drink when she had said this and nearly choked. After he had finished coughing he looked up at her.

"What?"

"Come now I'm you're mother...you think you can keep secrets from me?" She giggled as she set the food on the table and sat herself down.

Warden turned beat red and couldn't meet his mothers gaze. The thought of his mother being able to hear him when he was...

"It's alright to stop and think about Sherri once in a while." She nodded and rested her hand on his.

"How did you know I was thinking of her?" He asked.

"Because I know these things." She smiled and began to eat.

Warden didn't say anything as he turned to his food, his cheeks still flush red.

She laughed under her breath and continued to eat.

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"Witch! Witch!" Warden walked through the school looking for his little sister. "Witch! Witch!" He entered the classroom where his sister was and all the shouting stopped. Everyone looked to him, his sister crouched on the floor in the middle of them all.

"What are you doing?" He asked angry. "What is wrong with you people?"

All the children fell silent, staring in fear at him. Warden was always the scariest man in town when he was angry. His sister stood up silently and took her brother's hand. "Take me home..."

Warden picked up his sister and turned towards the door. He glared at the teacher a moment before taking her from the room.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed softly. "I'm not a witch...am I?"

"Of course you're not." He said. He lead her to the car and opened the door for her.

She moved into the car and buckled her seat belt, staying silent the entire time.

Warden got into the car and started back home.

"Aunt Christabella is coming by tonight." Warden said.

Alessa fell ever more silent for a long moment. "...why?" She mumbled and twisted her fingers around each other.

"She wants to talk to mom again." He said simply.

"About me?" She mumbled once again, staring at the floor of the car.

"She didn't say." Warden said quietly.

She didn't have to. Every time that woman came around it was always to convince her mother to be rid of her. Aleesa didn't reply and turned to eyes towards the window instead.

"Don't worry." Warden said. "I'll always be there to protect you."

"Do you promise?" She asked, looking to him sadly.

"Yeah... I promise."