Author: Ely Vanity Title: I Don't Want to Hear Your Lies 5 Part: 5 Summary: Jack discovers that Aiden's getting an education from his new friend Jordan. Then Cynthia makes a discovery and her reactions changes her, Jack's, and Aiden's relationship drastically. Keywords: Mb7, b7b7, ped, mast, oral, spank Obligatory Disclaimer and notes about the story - This story is fictional. None of these people are real and none of this happened. I do not advocate or condone any of the actions in this story. If it is not legal for your to read this, then don't read it. Please send any comments or feedback to me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net I Don't Want to Hear Your Lies 5 by Ely Vanity Main Characters In This Chapter: Aiden Robbins, Age 7, 4'0", 45lbs., wild brown hair, green eyes, pale skin, two inch uncut cock, effeminate boy with a lisp and a bed-wetter. Jordan, Age 7, 4'2", 50#, blond hair, x eyes, two inch cut cock, classmate of Aiden's, also a bed-wetter. Jack Andersen, Age 48, 6' tall, 180#, short black hair with gray temples, brown eyes, clean shaven, 7" uncut cock. Cynthia Robbins, Age 28, 5'2" tall, 110#, long black hair, green eyes, pale skin. Average build and looks. Has drinking and gambling issues. *** From Part 4 When Jack dropped Aiden off at his house, he talked with Cynthia for a few minutes. Aiden was visibly disappointed when Jack explained that he would be going out of town this weekend and wouldn't be able to come by to visit or take Aiden for some fun activities. He promised to call back sometime next week though. Cynthia too was disappointed, she immediately realized that meant that she would be 'burdened' with caring for Aiden all weekend. That was exactly the reaction Jack was hoping for. He wanted to spend more time alone with Aiden and he figured giving Cynthia a little reminder of what her life would get him what he wanted. *** Jack called and talked to Aiden after school on Friday. Aiden didn't know that Jack hadn't bothered to call the school to confirm that Aiden was now hanging out with Jordan, his classmate who was an outcast because of his older brother let it be known that Jordan was a bed-wetter. Aiden told Jack that he had started talking to Jordan during recess and the two now ate lunch together as well. Aiden was a little bit upset about the other kids teasing him now because he was hanging out with Jordan. They called them 'babies' and started saying that Aiden must love pee if he was hanging around Jordan. But it wasn't all bad because Aiden seemed to actually like Jordan and the two boys had a lot in common. Jack let Aiden know that he shouldn't pay attention to what those other kids were saying and he wanted Aiden to continue to be friends with Jordan. Aiden agreed, then begged Jack to come visit this weekend, but Jack held firm and let the boy know that he had plans that were taking him out of town. Jack also talked to Cynthia and her response was pretty much the same, she was disappointed that Jack wouldn't be visiting this weekend and taking Aiden off her hands. She also made several not so subtle hints that she was out of money for food for the family, but Jack knew they had enough food in the house to get by, the real issue was she was going to run out of money to buy booze. Jack pretended not to pick up on the hints and said goodbye, letting her know that he might call next week. The story about a trip out of town was not a lie. Jack wanted to do some shopping and the things he wanted to buy were either not available in their small town, or were things he didn't want anyone in the local community to know that he bought. So on Saturday morning, he grabbed a bunch of his cash from its hiding spot, got in his Porsche and drove four hours to the big city where he spent the day shopping. Jack spent the night at a hotel, paying cash and using a fake ID. He spent Sunday morning in the park boy watching, then drove back home in the afternoon. Jack was so horny the following week that almost broke down and called Cynthia on Monday to arrange a visit with Aiden, but he held out. Cynthia meanwhile was getting desperate. She'd cleaned out all the booze out of the house by the Sunday night. On Monday while Aiden was in school she raided her emergency savings and went to the casino. She actually had a bit of success and in a rare display of self-discipline, she quit gambling while she was ahead. Of course it was so she could go spend the money drinking in the bar. She completely forgot about Aiden, and when he wasn't picked up from his after-school program, the school called Jack after not getting any response when they called Cynthia's cellphone. Jack picked Aiden up and gave the boy a ride to his mobile home. Jack took the opportunity to have Aiden demonstrate that he was doing his "butt exercises" as he called them. Aiden told Jack that he had been doing them every night. He would lock himself in the bathroom and practice tightening and loosing his butt muscles on the toothbrush. Since his mom wasn't home, Jack had Aiden do his butt exercises while lying on his bed in his room. The room smelt of stale piss as Aiden had overflowed his pullups a couple times in the last week and Cynthia had not bothered spending the money to wash his sheets yet as she was spending all her extra money on vodka. Jack smiled as he noticed that Aiden was rubbing his little cock while he fucked himself with the toothbrush. "Aiden, what you doing with your left hand there buddy?" he asked. "Um, the toothbrush makes my thing itchy," replied Aiden blushing. Jack nodded knowingly, "I've heard that gay boys often get that feeling in their dicks when their butts are played with. Have you had any of those really powerful gay tingles again from rubbing yourself while you do your exercises?" "You mean orgamasms?" asked Aiden smiling at Jack. Jack laughed. "You cheeky boy, it's pronounced orgasms. Where did you learn that?" asked Jack. "Jordan told me about them. He learned about them from his brother," said Aiden. "Do Jordan and his brother play with each other's dicks?" asked Jack trying to find out how much Jordan might have told Aiden. Aiden blushed again and looked away as he lied, "I don't know." "Did Jordan make you promise not to tell anyone?" asked Jack. Aiden's eyes got big and he looked guilty, realizing he had probably already said too much. Jack decided to let the boy off the hook for now and not ask anymore questions about Jordan and his brother, but he did file the information away for following up on later. It sounded like there was a lot of potential there for getting to play with Jordan and maybe his brother Hunter. He would just need to find a way to get one or both of the boys alone with him and Aiden. While he had been talking with Jack, Aiden had stopped rubbing himself and was just squeezing the toothbrush with his ass, no longer pushing it in and out. Jack reached over and rubbed Aiden's head, brushing the brown bangs off the boy's face. "Why don't you show me one of your orgamasms, I'd like to see that again," said Jack. "Okay," said Aiden. He had one Saturday when he rubbed his dick while doing his butt exercises, and wanted to have another one Sunday night but his mom had knocked on the door while he was playing with himself and asked why the door was locked. Aiden had to scramble to hide everything and put his underwear back on so he could open the door. He told his mom that he had locked the door because he had to go number two. She gave him a skeptical look and told him to hurry up because she need to go the bathroom. Aiden was embarrassed to have Jack watching him while he played with his butt and dick, but he was so happy just to have Jack visiting him after not getting to see him the whole weekend that he pushed past his embarrassed feelings and did as Jack asked. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend that Jack wasn't there as he rubbed himself. Jack couldn't resist himself as he sat there watching the naked seven-year-old boy furiously masturbating his little uncut cock while fucking himself with a toothbrush. He knelt next to the bed and grabbed Aiden's hand, pulling it off of the boy's dick. He then leaned over and took the boy's cock into his mouth. Aiden's eyes shot open and he looked down wild-eyed at Jack sucking him. "Uuunnnnnggghhh," he moaned at the incredible feeling of Jack's warm wet mouth and tongue on his dick. Jack's hand wrapped around Aiden's hand that was holding the toothbrush and Jack took over for Aiden. Jack adjusted the angle slightly and pushed the toothbrush in deep then pressed it up making it hit that spot that felt so good inside. Aiden cried out in pleasure as Jack brought him to orgasm. Aiden lay on the bed panting as he recovered while Jack went and cleaned up, washing the toothbrush handle off and returning it to Aiden for the boy to hide it with the bottle of lube. "Well Aiden, I've got to be going," said Jack. Aiden begged him to stay, but Jack held firm and left. He didn't want to be there when Cynthia came home. While Aiden was desperate and would do anything Jack wanted in order to keep the man in his life, Jack wasn't sure Cynthia was quite there yet. *** The next day at school during morning recess, Aiden was sitting next to Jordan on a small cement curb that separated the sandbox from the lawn. "Um, so can I tell you a secret?" asked Aiden. Jordan was so happy to have a friend that would hang out with him at school; he immediately nodded his head. Aiden gave the blond boy a smile then whispered, "I had one of those orgasms yesterday after school." "Orgamasms," corrected Jordan. "No, it's orgasm. I know, an adult told me," said Aiden proudly. "Oh, okay. So did you get it from rubbing your thing like I did?" asked Jordan. "No, a, uh, friend, sucked my thing," said Aiden, puffing up his chest as he bragged to Jordan. "Really? Wow. Hunter keeps trying to make me do that but I threaten to tell our mom. Isn't it dirty? Our pee comes out of there," said Jordan. "I know, but it was awesome. Way better than rubbing it," said Aiden. He looked over at Jordan, the boy was just a couple inches taller than him, maybe about 4'2" and was skinny, although not as skinny as Aiden. The boy had short blond hair and XYZ eyes. [description]. He decided he wanted to show Jordan what he discovered. "Come on," he said as he got up and headed for the boy's bathroom. Fortunately it was empty, so Aiden led Jordan into the stall and then closed it behind them. "Get your dickie out and I'll suck it," offered Aiden. Jordan was so eager that he had trouble unbuttoning his shorts, so ended up just pulling them and his underwear down over his butt. His little cock was starting to get hard in anticipation. It was cut, but Aiden had already seen it, and Jordan had seen Aiden's uncut cocklet yesterday when the two boys had played "show me yours and I'll show you mine" with each other in this same bathroom at lunch. Jordan's cock was about the same size as Aiden's, just around two inches when hard. Aiden leaned over and got his face real close to his new friend's little dick. There was a faint aroma of piss coming from the boy's crotch and underwear, which was just a few inches below his tiny hairless scrotum. Aiden steeled himself, working up the courage to do to Jordan what Jack had done to him yesterday. Finally he opened his mouth and put it around Jordan's semi-hard cock. He slid his lips down the smooth shaft and let the head rub along his tongue. "OH," gasped Jordan as he felt Aiden's mouth embrace his seven-year-old boy boner. Aiden licked and sucked on his dick for a few minutes, occasionally scraping it with his teeth, which hurt a little, but not enough that Jordan was going to complain. As Jordan began to feel his tingles building up, getting close to when they would get really good, he heard the door to the bathroom open. "Aiden, Jordan, you boys in here?" called Mr. Williams, one of the Third Grade teachers that was supervising the recess. Aiden jumped back at the sound of the teacher's voice and bumped into the wall of the bathroom stall noisily. Jordan frantically pulled up his pants and just as he got them up over his hard little cock, Mr. Williams knocked on their stall door, "Boys, open this door now." Jordan and Aiden looked at each other in horror. They were so busted. Jordan swallowed hard and with a shaky hand reached out and unlocked the stall door. It swung inward. Mr. Williams stood outside the stall with his arms folded and a frown on his face. He was keeping an eye on the students during recess and had seen the boys enter the bathroom. He waited for them to come out and when they seemed to be taking longer than usual, he went to investigate. Now staring at the two little boys, he knew they had been up to something 'naughty'. They were both standing in the stall facing each other, the toilet seat was down and there were no signs of the toilet having been used or any toilet paper in it. The two boys were both blushing and wouldn't look up at him, keeping their heads down. They both looked like they had just gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "Do you boys want to tell me what you were doing in here?" asked Mr. Williams. Mike Williams had been a teacher for just a couple years now and this was his first full time teaching position, having spent the first few years as a substitute. He was just twenty-five and still young enough to remember his own time in school, playing naughty games with the other boys. "Nothing," responded Jordan. Aiden just kept his head down, not responding. "Are you boy's going to tell me what you were doing or do I need to take you to the Principal's office and have her call your mom's to come down here and make you tell the truth?" asked the young teacher. "We weren't doing nothing," repeated Jordan. Having an older brother, he was used to getting in trouble and then denying it when caught. Sure it usually didn't work, but denying everything to his mom had become habit. "I know the Second Grade class just had your talk about Inappropriate Touching. Do you boy's remember the lesson? Was that what you were doing to each other? Were you touching each other 'down there'? Has someone else been doing that to you boys?" asked Mr. Williams, seeing right through Jordan's bluster. Aiden started to cry as he knew if his Mom found out what he was doing she would beat him like she did when he told her about playing naked wrestling with Jack. This was just more confirmation to Aiden that he was gay and he didn't want his mom to find out since she would hate him for it. Jordan looked over at Aiden and knew he needed to say something before Aiden completely lost it and spilled his guts to Mr. Williams. "I was showing Aiden how to jack-off," said Jordan. "Where did you learn how to do that Jordan?" asked Mr. Williams, giving the boy a skeptical look. He was warring with his own emotions as he stood over the boys. Part of him, his cock, was incredibly turned on by the thought of these boys being sexual, but the responsible teacher part of him wanted to make sure neither of the boy's was being abused. "I saw my brother do it," said Jordan, telling the truth about how he first learned about masturbating. "Did Hunter do it in front of you and make you do it too?" asked the teacher. "No, it was at night in our room. I woke up and heard him. I pretended to be asleep and spied on him. Please don't tell him I spied on him," begged Jordan. Mr. Williams decided against reporting the boys. He already felt sorry for Jordan and Aiden. The two boys were already the social pariahs of the Second Grade class. The last thing they needed was any more embarrassing rumors being spread about them. He justified it to himself because he hadn't actually seen them doing anything and they were both the same age. Boys exploring their bodies with their friends was appropriate, just not at school. He explained to them they they weren't in trouble and he wouldn't report them but that they couldn't do things like that at school anymore because it wasn't an appropriate place for that kind of behavior. "Thanks Mr. Williams," said Jordan cheerfully as he went to leave, relieved that they weren't going to get in trouble. Aiden though was still crying, so Mr. Williams held him back. "Aiden, did Jordan do anything that made you feel bad?" he asked the crying boy. "No," sniffed Aiden. "Then why are you still crying. I told you I wasn't going to report you," said Mr. Williams. "Cause now you know I'm gay and everyone is going to hate me," said Aiden, afraid that one of his many secrets had been revealed. "Oh Aiden, playing around with other boys doesn't mean you are gay. Lots of boys play games like that with each other and don't end up being gay. Besides, even if you do end up being gay, it is okay to be gay. Also, I won't tell anyone what you two were doing as long as I don't catch you boys doing it at school again. Try to do that at home, okay," said the young teacher as he reached out and pulled Aiden into a hug. The boy just looked so sad that he couldn't resist hugging him. "Really?" asked Aiden. "Yes, really. It's okay Aiden. You are okay. Now go wipe your face and get back to your class, recess is almost over," said Mr. Williams. Aiden hugged the teacher back and felt a hard lump in the man's pants that pressed up against his chest as they hugged. *** Jack knocked on the door to Cynthia and Aiden's mobile home. He had a bag of groceries cradled in one arm. It was Wednesday night and Cynthia had called him in tears. She didn't say much just that she needed help with Aiden as she had caught the boy doing something and she didn't trust herself with him after what had happened last time. Cynthia opened the door and hugged Jack. Cynthia was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts and a t-shirt; she looked like she hadn't left the house in a couple days. "Thank you, Jack. I don't know what I would do without you," she said. "No problem, Cynthia," said Jack as he freed himself and went inside. He could see that Cynthia was shaking. He noticed that the bottle of KY and the toothbrush that he had given to Aiden were sitting on the coffee table in the living room as passed through heading towards the kitchen. He had a pretty good idea what it was that she had discovered. He set the bag of groceries down on the counter. "Where's Aiden?" he asked. "He's in his room," said Cynthia as she followed behind Jack. "Okay, here, I brought you something to calm your nerves. You sounded like you could use a drink when we talked on the phone," he said as he pulled a large bottle of vodka out of the bag. Cynthia went to the kitchen and got two glasses and filled them with ice then returned and set them on the table. Jack poured them both a drink. Jack sat down at the kitchen table and sipped his drink, "So, what happened?" Cynthia took a long drink, then let out a sigh, before beginning. "For the last week or so, Aiden has been locking himself in the bathroom at night for a lot longer than any boy needs to do his business. Well, tonight, I used the safety release to unlock the door to find out what he was up to, and well, it was so shocking," said Cynthia. Jack knew what she likely saw, but pretended to be naive, "Was he playing with himself? You know all boys do it. He is a bit young, but all boys eventually discover how much fun it is to play with their penises." Cynthia frowned, "Well yes, but it was more than that. He wasn't just playing with his, uh, penis, he had a toothbrush shoved up his ass! The little faggot was fucking himself with a toothbrush! And on top of that, it turns out he has been stealing!" Jack looked at her in confusion, "Stealing?" "There was an expensive bottle of KY on the bathroom sink that he had used. I asked him where he got it from and he said he stole it from your house," said Cynthia. "Oh, yes, I do keep some extra in my bathroom in case, well, boys aren't the only ones that need to, you know, take care of themselves," said Jack pretending to be embarrassed. "What are we going to do with him?" asked Cynthia before taking another drink. Jack picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. "Well Cynthia, I'm pretty sure that Aiden is one queer little boy. Did he say where he learned to play with his butt like that?" asked Jack. "He told me one of his little friends at school told him about it and he was just curious," said Cynthia, "He is so young, but he was clearly enjoying playing with his, um, butt." Cynthia took another couple large gulps from her drink. There was an awkward silence and Jack noticed a change in her demeanor. She got more withdrawn and looked scared. "Jack, I need you to punish him for me. I don't trust myself after I got so carried away last time," she said then paused and took another drink before continuing, "Can I be honest with you, and you won't judge me?" Jack reached out and put his hand on her arm. "Yes, Cynthia, I think we have the type of relationship where we can be honest with each other and not judge each other for our feelings, no matter how horrible some others might think they are." Cynthia gave Jack a weak smile then looked down at her glass, "That last time I spanked Aiden, and beat him so badly, this is horrible for a mother to say, but it excited me. I've got the Devil in me. After you left, well as you said, boys aren't the only ones that sometimes need to take care of themselves. Ever since then I've found myself thinking back on that and getting aroused again. What is wrong with me Jack? Getting turned on at the thought of hurting my own son." Jack squeezed her arm gently and began to rub it. "I understand Cynthia. I think the boy just brings the Devil out of both of us. I haven't been around this week because when he stayed with me last week, he flaunted his sissy little ass at me and caused me to have the most impure thoughts. I just know that if I'm around him anymore I'm going to give into temptation and do something I shouldn't. I can see how he must bring out something similar in you," said Jack. He took another sip of his drink and then topped off Cynthia's again. "Jack, I know Aiden has been...tempting you. I'm not blind. I've been thinking about that as well this last week. I wouldn't mind if you gave in to those temptations, as long as you take care of us, provide for us like you have been, like a husband and father provides for his family. As the Pastor said from the Bible, 'Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord," said Cynthia. Jack could see the lust in her eyes. He didn't know if was lust for him, lust at the thought of Aiden getting abused, or some combination of the two. Frankly at that moment he didn't care. Normally he wasn't much of a drinker but he needed some liquid courage for what he was about to do so he picked up his drink and held it up to Cynthia. She picked hers up and they clinked the glasses together and both downed their vodkas. Jack filled hers back up but didn't put any in his own glass. "Cynthia, let's go into the living room. I'll get Aiden and punish him for you. While I punish Aiden, if I do anything you don't want me to do, you can stop me. If you don't stop me, I am going to want you and Aiden to come live on my ranch as my wife and child. Okay?" he asked her slowly, making sure she understood what he was saying. She nodded. She picked up her glass and the half-empty bottle of vodka and went into the living. She sat down in the large comfy chair. "I locked him in his room, so you are going to need to go get him and bring him out here," said Cynthia, her voice sounded almost eager. Jack walked though the living room and went to the door to Aiden's room. It had a lock that locked from the outside. He unlocked it and opened the door. Aiden was curled up on his bed. He was wearing just a pair of worn old white briefs. His hair was a mess and his eyes were puffy, but he was not crying at the moment. He looked up at Jack, "I didn't tell her, I promise," he said. Jack walked over and sat down on the bed. He leaned over and kissed Aiden on the forehead. "I know you didn't little buddy. You were good. I love you. Your mom thinks you stole from me and she wants me to punish you for that. If you want I can tell her the truth about how you poop yourself and were following the doctor's orders. She might go easier on you, but she will still probably want you punished. Or we can keep your secret and I can pretend to spank you really hard and you can cry a lot and pretend it hurts more than it does. She will be happy that I punished you and she won't ever know the truth. How about that?" Aiden looked up at Jack, there was some hope in the boy's eyes. "Please don't tell her," he pleaded. "Okay, I won't, but I'm going to have to spank you. Remember, if you cry a lot and make her believe it really hurts a lot, I won't have to spank you as hard. Okay?" explained Jack again. He knew he was going to give Aiden a real spanking, but the boy would be convinced that Jack was still on his side and was taking it easy on him because the spanking would not be as brutal as when his mom beat him. Aiden nodded. Jack's cock was already hard in his pants in anticipation of what he was planning to do, but part of him did feel sorry for Aiden. He decided to give the boy some hope, "Aiden, your mom and I talked. She said that if I punish you the way she wants, she will marry me so that I can be your dad. Would you like me to adopt you and be your real dad?" Aiden was terrified about what was about to happen, but hearing Jack say he would adopt him and be his dad was a dream come true. He threw himself at Jack and hugged him, "Yes, please, I'll do anything. Please, be my dad!" Jack hugged the boy back, holding him tightly against his chest as he kissed the top of the boy's head. "Okay buddy. I'm not going to lie to you, this is going to hurt, but afterwards, you will be my boy. You and your mom will come live with me and I'll take care of you. Now let's go get this over with," said Jack as he stood up, taking the boy with him. He slid his hands down and cupped the boy's underwear covered butt to support his weight as he carried him out into the living room. Jack led Aiden over to the couch and sat down while he had Aiden stand in front of him, facing him. Aiden was shaking slightly as Jack put his hands on the boy's bony shoulders. He looked so small and vulnerable standing there, just four feet tall, not even fifty pounds. His green eyes were bloodshot from crying and his thick brown hair was damp and messy. "I know you are scared Aiden and sorry about getting caught doing what you were doing, but you need to be punished and your mom wants me to spank you for her. I want you to be a brave boy for me. Can you do that for me? Can you be brave for me?" asked Jack. Aiden was getting more and more scared and was starting to cry again. He tried to hold in his tears as he sniffled and nodded at Jack. He turned at looked over at his mother who was sitting in the chair across from them, a drink in one hand and her other hand between her thighs, resting on top of her shorts. "I'm sorry Mommy," he said. "I know baby, but you need to learn your lesson not to take things that don't belong to you," said Cynthia, her voice heavy with desire. "Okay, time to get this over with Aiden," said Jack as he ran his hands down the boy's body from his shoulders down to his waist. He slipped his fingers under the waistband of the worn, stained underwear and pulled them down the boy's skinny pale legs. Aiden stepped out of his underwear and Jack set them down on the coffee table next to the lube and the toothbrush. Jack picked Aiden up and pulled him over his lap, positioning the boy so his little butt was on top of his thighs, the boy's chest and head were resting on top of the arm of the couch and his legs were on the middle cushion. Aiden could feel the man's hard cock pressing against his hips. Jack pressed his left hand down on Aiden's shoulders, pinning him to the arm of the couch while he rubbed the boy's butt with his right hand. His hand was big enough that it covered almost all of the boy's tiny seven-year-old ass. Aiden's lower lip was trembling as he waited for the spanking to begin. Jack glanced up at Cynthia, she nodded her head. SMACK "Owww," cried out Aiden as Jack's hand slapped down on his tiny butt. The tears that Aiden had been holding back started to flow freely as he sobbed in pain. SMACK. Another blow landed on his defenseless ass. He instinctively tried to reach back to cover his butt with his hands. Jack quickly grabbed the boy's hands and then pinned his arms behind his back, using his left hand now to hold the boy's wrists and moved so that his elbow was pinning the boy's shoulders to the arm of the couch. SMACK. "Owwww, please, no, I'll be good, I promise," sobbed Aiden as he squirmed on Jack's lap. "I'm sorry Aiden," said Jack right before spanking the boy's ass again. SMACK. Jack looked up and saw that Cynthia's hand was no inside her shorts. She rubbed herself as she watched her son writhing in pain from getting spanked. Jack kept up a steady assault on the boy's ass. He was not being as rough on the boy as Cynthia had been when she beat him with the wooden spoon, but Aiden was not having to fake his reaction to the spanking. Aiden was sobbing and his body was rigid as he clenched his muscles in pain. Even though Jack had tried to explain it, he didn't really understand why he was getting spanked. It seemed so unfair. He looked over at his mom. "Please mommy, please," he begged hoping she would stop Jack. "Stop being such a baby Aiden. You need to be tougher. You are such a fucking sissy," hissed Cynthia as she furiously rubbed her clit as she watched Aiden getting his spanked. Jack spanked the boy until he saw the fight completely leave the boy. He turned away from his mother and just buried his head in the couch crying as he waited for the spanking to end. "Okay, I think Aiden's learned his lesson about stealing," said Jack. He pulled Aiden up and hugged the boy, kissing him on his tear soaked cheeks. The boy rested his face on top of Jack's shoulder as he cried. Jack stroked the side of the boy's head, as he hugged him tight. "It's okay Aiden. I'm here and I love you," he whispered into the boy's ear. The boy's bright red ass was facing Cynthia and the sight of it excited her. Jack looked up and made eye contact with her. He grinned at her as he moved his hand down and rubbed the boy's bright red sore ass, causing Aiden to whimper in pain. "Aiden, I think it is time to tell you're mom the truth about you being gay," said Jack. Aiden's head shot up and looked at Jack in panic. “Nooooo,” he pleaded. Aiden sobbed because he didn't want to be gay, even though he still wasn't sure what it meant to be gay, other it was something bad and related to sex, which was something else he only had a vague concept about. He just knew that Jack had done that test on him last week and told him he was gay. Now Jack had just told his mom and Aiden was certain she was going to hate him for it. "Shut up you little faggot. You don't need to tell me you're queer, it's obvious. Always flaunting your ass at Jack. Rubbing your pathetic excuse for a dick while fucking yourself in the ass," said Cynthia as he continued to rub herself. "Cynthia, I think it is time that Aiden learns what it really means to be gay," said Jack as he stood up and laid Aiden down on the couch on his stomach. "Just relax and rest for a second Aiden. I'll be right back," said Jack as he adjusted his hard cock in his pants. He turned and started towards the door. He saw Cynthia give him a confused look as he got to the front door. "I just need to get my video camera out of the car. We wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to record Aiden losing his cherry would we?" /~ElyVanity/