"You do not use that language in this house! Do I make myself clear!?" Taking a step back as Cory pushed himself out of his chair. Sure, she had seen the anger in his eyes whenever they would tease him, yet what she saw... even she knew she went too far.
"So..." Taking a steadying breath, "Those sluts, and you, can belittle me for five damn years for something I had no control over. Thanks by the way for the weak genes you passed on. And yet I can't call them what they really are? You sure you want to go down this path?" Cory growled standing nose to nose, or as close to it as his five feet ten inch height would allow.
"Or what, you'll kiss me? Why else are you standing so damn close to me," Celeste taunted. "Do you want me to kiss your little hurt feelings and make it all better? Do I need to pat that little cock of yours to make you feel better?"
"Please," rolling his eyes, "why the fuck would I want anything like that from you?" Blocking her slap, then another before he lightly pushed his mother backwards. "You only get one."
"You're grounded! You hear me!"
"Oh, woe is me! Whatever am I to do?!" Cory said, playing up his role. "Oh, right, don't listen to the three bitches of Eastwick." Darting his head back to avoid her swing. "You missed," he stated cockily seeing the shocked expressions on his sisters faces. Smirking wickedly at how red in fury his mother's face was getting.
"You are not to leave this room if it isn't for school, work, or dinner. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear!" Celeste growled restraining her anger.
"Yeah, yeah," shooing his mother away, "why don't you go slut around with your daughters maybe that will dislodge the stick you have up your ass," Cory taunted, loving how that cheek of hers twitched.
"Just wait till your father gets home, he'll have his own words for you," Celeste spat, spinning on her heel. "You'll always have a little dick! No woman is going to fuck you, so you better just start to learn how to suck a cock. Because that little thing is nothing more than a pussy," she sneered before slamming his bedroom door closed.
"Whatever," Cory rolled his eyes as he retook his seat in his chair and turned back to his computer.