SWNOVELXO Chapter 53: Beth how could you
I DEMAND stone
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The footsteps were soft, measured barely more than the hush of skin brushing wood, but Morty, half-awake and fully aware, heard them like thunder.
His eyes didn't open right away. He was still lying there in the dark, mind circling around the blueprints he'd etched into his journal, lines of madness and genius tangled in ink and vision, impossible physics barely cooled from the fire of his imagination.
But those thoughts quieted the moment the footsteps stopped at his door. There was a pause just long enough to be hesitant, almost long enough to be innocent. Then came the sound of the knob turning, the gentle click of the lock sliding home, and the whisper of her body entering his room.
He opened one eye, just a slit, just enough to see her,Beth, his mother, slipping through the dark like a ghost that had finally remembered what it was haunting. She didn't say anything. She didn't look around. She just crossed the space between them with the kind of practiced weightlessness that only comes from knowing exactly what you're doing and hating yourself for it.
She didn't climb into the bed.
She melted into it.
One knee pressing the mattress. Then her hand, then the other knee, and then she was in under the blanket, under the spell, under him in every way but physical [cap]
Her arms wrapped around him with desperation masquerading as comfort, like she was seeking warmth, but the room was far from cold. Her forehead touched the side of his neck.
Her breathing slowed to match his. The smell of her shampoo sterile hospital soap and faint wine wrapped around them both.
Morty opened his eyes fully now, letting them adjust to the dim halo of streetlight leaking through the curtain. She was so close her lashes nearly brushed his. Her breath landed against his lips with every exhale. He didn't flinch. He didn't shift away. He welcomed it. He tilted his head the slightest degree, and with a voice as calm and quiet as death, he asked,
"What are you doing, Mommy?"
She didn't answer, not with words.
But her fingers gripped him tighter.
And her breath caught in her throat.
And her eyes, heavy-lidded and glassy, blinked once slow, unsure, searching for a lie to wear.
There was no fear in Morty. Not even surprise. Only the tiniest curl of a smile in the corner of his mouth, a fraction of amusement at how predictable this had all become. Beth had never needed an invitation only a moment of vulnerability, only a pocket of silence deep enough to fall into. And here it was.
She shivered, but not from cold.
He could feel her pulse in her wrist where it pressed against his chest, fast and fluttering like a trapped thing. He didn't move. He let her hang there in the uncertainty, suspended in the nothingness between moral and carnal. And then, as if it had been a sigh waiting all its life to leave her, she whispered, "I just didn't want to be alone."
Morty's voice came back soft, almost loving. "You're not."
Her eyes closed. Her lips parted slightly. And for a long time, neither of them moved. They just lay there, bodies aligned, breath synced, the weight of unspoken want and unspeakable shame heavy enough to crush the world.
He could feel the battle inside her one part of her screaming to run, another begging to stay, and the third already surrendering to whatever this was.
But Viktor was patient.
He didn't need to touch her. He was touching her. Every breath he let out met hers. Every word he said curled in her mind long after it ended.
He watched her break in slow motion.
She clutched him like a child, but her nails dug into his back like a woman barely holding on. She pressed her face to the curve of his throat, her lips dangerously close to his pulse, her breath scattering down his skin like warm ash.
Morty didn't move.
Not until she said his name.
Not "son."
Just "Morty"
It came out cracked, barely there, like she was tasting it for the first time and finding it didn't belong to her but she wanted it anyway.
He pulled back an inch, just enough to see her face in the dark, lit only by the amber spill of night through the curtain. Her eyes were wide now, raw and red at the rims, but glowing with something that looked a little too much like worship.
She was breaking.
Finally.
Morty leaned in, their foreheads touching. "You came here because you knew I'd hold you. Not judge you. Not stop you."
Beth didn't speak.
She didn't have to.
Her body said everything. The way she curled into him tighter. The way her thighs brushed against his under the sheets. The way her fingers slid into the space between his ribs like they belonged there.
He let her stay.
He let her unravel.
He didn't take. He didn't offer. He allowed.
And that was so much more dangerous.
They lay like that until her breathing steadied, her grip softened, and the tears she didn't remember crying dried on her cheek. Her nose brushed against his. Her lips were so close they might as well have touched, but didn't.
Morty's voice was a whisper now, made of silk and smoke. "You'll feel better in the morning."
Beth trembled. "I don't think I want to."
He looked at her.
Not with pity.
Not with confusion.
With clarity.
"You will," he said. "Because you're going to wake up and pretend this didn't happen. That you didn't come to me. That you didn't want to."
(did you understand this)
Beth's mouth twitched. A denial. A protest. But none came.
He kissed her forehead, slow and devastatingly deliberate.
Then turned off the lamp.
The room fell into darkness again.
But neither of them slept.
Not really.
Because sleep is for the guiltless.
And tonight…
There were none in that bed.
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First thing first
Lemon 🍋
Yes
No
Just to warn you l can't write it for my life. l have it ready but it just So So
Second
You might be wondering
why.
how.
l will answer in next chapter
Morty will explain how it happen and what he did to make it possible..
One of my good friends who read this fic told me Viktor isn't that cold and l was just hyping him up
I then told him everything that he says is calculated
His every action set a cog in motion.
So l explain some double meaning this chapter you might have missed
" what are you doing Mommy"
It translates into almost six ways
1. It forces Beth to confront what she's doing aloud, in her mind.
She's already broken a boundary by sneaking into his room, locking the door, and curling into his bed. Her body's made the move her mind's playing catch-up.
That line "What are you doing?" is like a mirror held to her soul.
But then Morty adds "Mommy."
It turns the mirror into a magnifying glass.
She's reminded of the title she holds. The role. The taboo. The sin.
Why this works: It stirs guilt, thrill, and shame all at once while making her even more emotionally vulnerable.
2. He's turning "Mommy" into a seduction a reversal of power.
Normally, "Mommy" = control, safety, maturity, authority.
But when Morty whispers it, his tone strips the power from the word.
It becomes:
Soft.
Submissive-sounding but only in delivery.
Sensualized because of the context: skin-to-skin, breath-to-breath.
What it actually means:
Morty's saying: "You're supposed to be the adult… and yet you came to me."
He's flipping the dynamic with a single, weaponized word.
3. It paralyzes her with contrast: mother vs. woman.
By calling her "Mommy" in that intimate moment, he:
Forces Beth to feel her duality.
The maternal protector… and the desiring woman.
He knows she's emotionally, sexually lost in the moment and he acknowledges it without outright confronting her. Psychologically speaking:
He's pinning her between her own roles, making it impossible for her to pull away without confessing why she's there in the first place.
4. It's feigned innocence masking brutal dominance.
The tone might be soft, almost childlike but that's a trap.
He's not confused.
He's not asking her to explain.
He's cornering her emotionally and mentally with the illusion of confusion.
He's saying:
"I know what's happening. I know what you want. But I'm going to let you say it or stay silent and drown in it."
That's domination disguised as vulnerability something Viktor/Morty does exceptionally well.
Final Impact:
That one line "What are you doing, Mommy?" does all of this at once:
Names the taboo.
Makes Beth confront it.
Takes control of the moment without raising his voice.
And cements Morty as the one in charge, even while using words that sound like submission.
It's masterful.
Now is that cold or not 😏🤭🤫