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 A MOTHER'S LOVE DENIED

   BY MATHEW ELIZABETH

   *This is a re-release re-edit of of 'Mommy's Love Denied'.  It contains
many spelling and grammar corrections.  Plus is changed to UK English.

   CHAPTER ONE

   These strange feelings started when I was only thirteen-years-old.  I
always knew my thirty-year-old mother was a beautiful woman; with her long
blonde flowing hair, her blue shimmering eyes and her wonderful voluptuous
figure.  She was the most gorgeous woman I knew.  I loved her with all my
heart and would have done anything for her.  It was pure innocent love. 
That was until all my vulgar school friends started to talk about seducing
her and 'doing things' with parts of her body.

   My name is Scott; and I had become a rather disturbed thirteen-year-old.
I was probably the most muscular kid among my group of friends; which was
ironic since I was the kid everyone made fun of for being super goofy.  I
guess it was because of my personality.  I was the only child in my family.
So I was very ignorant to things like 'popular culture' and I wasn't funny
or witty at all.  It was easy to trick and make fun of me.  I was super
gullible.

   My mother's name was Penelope; she was thirty-years-old, single and was
divorced from my father who had moved to Europe years ago.  I thought she
was the most beautiful woman in the world.  There was nothing she wouldn't
do for me.  As mothers do; she fed, clothed and watched funny television
programs with me.  My mother and I were best of friends.  Things were so
wonderful and innocent.  But then my friends filled me with these thoughts
of worry and paranoia.  I didn't want my mum to be that way.  I didn't want
my mum to love anyone except me!

   "Scotty," One of my friends named Andrew said to me, "I bet your mum
sucks great dick,"

   "Yeah," another friend named Josh added, "Fucking `Milf'!  I bet she
loves the cock!"

   "Do you think she takes cock up her arse too?" Another skinny friend
named Justin said hungrily, "She's got such a nice fat bum.  Have you tried
to fuck her?"

   "No!  I would never!" I said horrified.

   "Pussy," twelve-year-old Justin said to me with distain, "I would fuck
her if she were my mum.  We all would."

   All of my friends laughed with each other in front of me and whole
heartedly agreed.

   With these vulgar and intimidating words my thoughts of my mother were
shattered and redesigned.  She had become the object of all my male peer's
desires.  Slowly throughout the day at school; thoughts of her sucking
random cock and taking penis in her anus were overloading my mind.  My soul
was transformed.  I kept thinking about her moaning and gyrating her big
bum on the lap of a random boy that was shrouded in shadow.

   Who was fucking my mum in my thoughts?  No one!  It's just your
imagination!  She would never do that!  Mum would never betray you!

   I pulled at my hair and my eyes shuddered in horror.  The thought of my
mother being violated and used broke my heart and was an extremely new and
powerful feeling.  To further my shame I felt my cock tightening against my
underwear and school pants.  Why was my penis hard?  I wondered if it was
perhaps my body reacting to the competition.  I knew I wasn't sexually
attracted to my own mother before.  So why now?

   My friend's words had unlocked something inside me that would haunt me
for the rest of my life.  I saw my mother no longer as an innocent woman of
nurture and kindness.  But now I saw my mother as a lady that was desired
and had needs like any other woman.

   I was glad to return home from that bizarre day at school.  My friend's
words about my mother kept repeating in my mind as I walked home.  I
sighed; took a breath of fresh air and happily decided to greet my
wonderful mother.  I joyfully skipped into the front hallway and called out
to her.

   "Mum!  I'm home!"

   "Hey Scotty!" I heard my mother call out from the distance, "How was
your day at school honey?"

   "Good," I lied.

   I walked further down the hallway and towards the open kitchen area
where the laundry also was.  I stepped into the laundry and to my horror my
mother was bare arse naked bending over and stuffing clothes in the washing
machine.

   I stared and stared.

   I stood creepily behind her and in a trance.  My mother had a knack for
being naked in the house and lingered without any clothes after she had a
shower.  I never took much notice until now.  Before today I never even
thought twice about it.

   Mum would walk around naked while I watched my cartoons and played my
video games.  I never used to care.  But now; after my friends vulgar
brainwashing words I looked at her wonderful busty body in a completely
different perspective.

   "She's got such a nice fat bum," I remembered skinny twelve-year-old
Justin say during recess, "Have you tried to fuck her?"

   My mother's arse was poking out towards the doorway where I was
standing. She was busy shuffling through the laundry basket on the floor.
So she didn't notice me staring at her intimate places between her legs and
arse-crack.  Her gigantic bum-cheeks and thick legs swayed in front of me.
It looked warm and welcoming.

   My eyes were wide as I could see her pussy lips and her arsehole.  Her
arsehole was winking between her crack every time she swayed and shuffled
through the clothing.  Her large bouncy bum cheeks looked so slick and
glorious.  Steam was hovering and flowing around her arse and legs.  I
never thought of it before; but her arse was the most glorious piece of
round rump meat I had ever seen.

   "Oh!" mum said turning her head around, "I didn't see you there!"

   She giggled and wiggled her naked fat bum innocently at me.  Her
arse-cheeks wobbled from side to side from the aftershock.

   "Why do you have to be naked all the time?" I said rather annoyed and
stern.

   "Oh I'm not naked all the time," She said waving her hands at me, "I
just stay naked for an hour or so after I shower that's all; to cool down.
You know that." "Well; can you please not be naked when I get home from
school?" I asked, "I might have invited one of my friends over from school
today.  What if one of them saw you?"

   "YOU bringing friends over?" mum said pleasantly surprised.

   My mum was right.  I rarely invited friends over after school.  I
treated my home kind of like a sanctuary.  Besides; sometimes all my
friends witty jokes at the expense of other people; usually on behalf of
yours truly; became tiresome and I prefer to hang alone after school and
play video games most of the time.

   "Well fine then Scott," My naked mother said with her tits hard and her
arms crossed, "I won't be naked in front of you anymore if you have such a
problem with it."

   "No, I never said that." I said meek, "You can be naked as much as you
like Mum.  It's just please be wary about my friends after school."

   "You ARE getting at that age though," She said concerned, "Maybe it was
O.K when you were nine-years-old but not when you are thirteen.  I don't
think it's appropriate for me to be butt naked in front of you for now on.
You are developing into a man.  So I should encourage decency."

   What have I done!

   How could I be so stupid!  Maybe it was morally for the best.  But my
penis had never felt so betrayed.  That wonderful glimpse of my mother
perfect juicy bottom would be my last.  I would never see her walk around
with her naked body ever again!

   With my face full of dread my naked mother shuffled past me.

   I followed her through the house before she entered her bedroom and got
dressed.  I watched her cute warm fat arse wiggle and jiggle for the last
time as she strode down the hallway.  It was sad; it was like I was saying
goodbye to her beautiful bum when I only just begun to appreciate it.  It
was a tragic tease.

   My mother entered her bedroom and looked back at me.  I was very upset.
Would she at least let me watch her get dressed?

   "You wait outside cheeky," She said sweetly, but it sounded as harsh and
cruel as if she was yelling.  She then closed the door slowly.

   "Pussy," I remembered my friend Justin's voice, "I would fuck her if she
were my mum.  We all would."

   Those words haunted me all evening until bedtime.  I remember staring at
the ceiling full of stress and worry.  My penis was as hard as a rock.  It
needed relief.

   My mum's arse and bum-hole looked so lovely.  Why did I act like such a
bastard and criticise her nudity?!  I should have said nothing; I was so
stupid!

   I longingly pull my penis out from the covers.  It was as hard as a
rock. The head of my cock ached and shined.

   "Mummy," I whimpered and slid my hand up and down my damp hard penis.

   My fingers and thumbs slid and protruded between the base and eager red
head.  I stared intently at my dick while I stroked it; ready for it to
explode.  I thought about my mum's arse bending over in the laundry room. I
wished that moment lasted for hours.  I closed and squinted my eyes trying
to remember my mother's glorious hams in vivid detail.  I needed it to be
burned into my memory.

   I was never going to see her beautiful bum again!

   "Mummy!" I whimpered even louder; tears welling down my face in the
lonely darkness.  My hands tug and pull my penis aggressively.  I heave and
breathe in panic.  My heart rate got faster and faster.  My right hand and
wrist hammered around my wet, slippery and sensitive flesh.  Loud squishing
noises could be heard every time I applied pressure up or down.  The hot
pleasure was boiling up.

   The image of my mum's bent over bum cheeks in the laundry was deep in my
mind as I tried to achieve climax.  Her arsehole was winking like it was
talking to me.

   "Hurry up and cum!" My mum's bum-hole winked and taunted.  My mother's
angry voice coming out of her winking bum-hole like a talking fart.

   "Hurry up; pull your little wiener and cum!" the anus cruelly said to
me, "You have such a tiny penis!  You are masturbating over your mother's
bottom!  You should be ashamed of yourself!"

   "I'm so sorry!" I cried pulling my penis like I was crazy, "I'm so sorry
I'm such a bad son mummy!  Please forgive me!  Please don't hate me!"

   "Why are you such a creepy little pervert?  At least your friends are
cool enough to admit what they want."

   The image of my mother's beautiful, stern and annoyed face suddenly
appeared in front of me in my dream; instantly we were both transported
from the laundry-room to the hallway in front of her bedroom.  With one
final look of distain; mum suddenly slammed her bedroom door in my face.

   My heart was broken.  My mother didn't want to see or talk to me.

   My hand was tightly around the base of my cock.  My dick head throbbed
with anticipation and eagerness.  Let it out!  I told myself.  Let it all
out!  The hopelessness, the fear, the heartbreak!  I twiddle my fingers
around the base.  My cock didn't need much more stimulation.

   I looked longingly at the blankness of her bedroom door and I could feel
my cock nudging and scraping against my bedcovers.  I rubbed my cock more
slowly but increasingly harsh and intense.

   "MUMMY!" I yelped helplessly, "PLEASE MUMMY!"

   I keeled over and convulsed.  My cock spasmed every time a thick wad of
watery cum splattered all over her bedroom door.  I shook and shuddered as
the hopeless feeling overtook me.

   "You little wimp," I heard mum giggle through the doorframe.  I opened
my eyes to the darkness of my bedroom.  My hand and dick are sticky amongst
my bed-covers.  Tears were still built up in my eyes.  My eyes and my
cheeks were crusty.

   "Goodnight Scotty," I heard my mother call out from outside my room
before she went to bed.

   "Goodnight mum!" I called out in a whaling desperate voice, "I love
you!"

   It was probably all in my head.  But I sobbed when I got no reply.

   CHAPTER TWO

   I woke up in my bedroom to the sound of buzzing water outside.  It was
7:30 in the morning and my mother was taking a shower.  Perhaps she had
forgotten about my comment yesterday and will walk around naked like she
always does.  I felt awful for making her feel ashamed of her nudity.  She
was a beautiful woman who deserved to feel free and show off her body in
her own home.

   I slowly walked out of my bedroom towards the kitchen where I would
serve myself some cereal.  While I unloaded the remains of the cardboard
box into the bowl; I heard the water buzzing from the bathroom stop.

   Please be naked mummy, I thought desperate!  Please don't take any
notice of my stupid comment yesterday!

   Mother walked into the kitchen with a large pink silk gown around her.
The gown did look nice, but it covered every inch of her wonderful body. 
It flowed out and dragged along the floor.  I couldn't see any shape.  The
shape of her tits, the shape of her hips and most of all the shape of her
gigantic arse was gone.  I was so disappointed.  The harsh reality of my
stupid comment yesterday felt even more real.

   "Good morning," She said as sweet as ever.

   "Good morning mum," I said respectfully to my mummy-goddess.

   "Did you sleep well?" She said as she kissed me on the forehead.

   "Yeah," I lied.  That masturbation horror-fantasy I conjured up last
night mostly kept me awake in worry and stress.

   My mother and I didn't say much.  I didn't bother commenting on her silk
gown.  She was bending over all around the kitchen and the gown just
dropped below her legs giving no shape to her body at all.  It was so lame.

   I didn't notice it until yesterday, but my mum's fat rump-arse in the
morning used to give me such an energy boost for the day.  Her round
bum-flesh filled my thirteen-year-old body with harsh testosterone.  It
filled my subconscious with the confidence to 'tackle the day'.  But now I
just felt empty; like an important ingredient was missing from my daily
life.  My mother's wonderful bottom seemed to be gone forever.

   "Don't forget to hand in the holiday pamphlets to Ryan," Mum said,
placing a bunch of coloured papers in front of me on the table.

   That's right I forgot!  Mum and I were going to go on holidays with my
friend Ryan and his family in about a month.  It was going to be trip to a
place known as the 'Snow-Plains'.  There wasn't much snow where we lived;
even in the winter; so camping amongst a cabin at a specific geographic
spot where it snowed sounded really exciting and new.

   Ryan's father was work colleagues with my mother.  Mum would usually ask
Ryan's older brother to baby-sit me while she went to work on night-shift
and visa-versa.

   Despite this, I never really liked twelve-year-old Ryan; so much as
tolerate him.  He was a rude and obnoxious kid.  He was small, skinny and
weedy looking.  He had short brown hair and piercing narrow eyes that made
him look evil.  He was the grades funniest joker though.  Most of the time
he would take his wisecracks too far and get into a fight with one of the
boys in school.  He would usually pass a phrase about their mother and that
would get him into a fight.  In fact, Ryan was the boy that started all
those cruel and obscene rumours about my mum's bum in elementary school;
this was well before my friends thought of her sexually in any way.  He
wouldn't spare any obscene details while I was trapped in his home.  He
would banter on and on about 'fat arse' jokes and 'fart jokes' about my
mum.

   It made me so angry!  Ryan had a front row seat when it came to making
fun of my mother's gigantic bottom.  Sleeping over his house became a
constant defence for my mother and her honour since I was nine-years-old. I
had to sleep over his house for another four years.

   I remembered I would enter his home at age nine; holding my mother's
hand.  Eight-year-old Ryan would instantly clap his hand on his cheeks;
making a dramatic and horrified face as he stumbled over his toys and over
his family's fine leather couch.  My mother would laugh ignorantly.

   "You're so funny Ryan!" I remembered mum giggle silly-like at him.  Yeah
he was trying to be funny.  But I don't believe my silly mother caught on
to what he was trying to be funny about.

   "Scott; I swear!" eight-year-old Ryan would later say to me with a wide
grin, "Your mums bum caused an earthquake when she walked in!" Either it be
wisecracks at school, at his house or through social networking on the
internet; Ryan made it loud and clear that he was going to make fun of the
way my mother looked for a long-long time.  I secretly hated the kid.

   But there was one thing I liked about twelve-year-old Ryan.  Ryan didn't
think my mum was hot or beautiful.  He didn't think any person was
attractive for that matter.  Ryan was a late bloomer and he didn't have the
sexual energy that my friends and I had.  I let out a sigh of relief;
thinking about the trip in less than a month.  Ryan might be the grades
biggest smart-ass.  But to a thirty-year-old woman like my beautiful mum;
Ryan was harmless.

   "Have a good day Mum!" I said happy and relieved compared to the
previous day.

   "You too sweetie,"

   I threw my school bag over my shoulder and happily jogged out of the
house.  I wasn't going to let my friends get to me about my mum today.  If
they say that stuff ill just separate myself from them.  I'll walk away and
go online in the library during lunch or something.  I jogged down the
sunny road with the holiday-pamphlets in my hand.  I planned on handing
them to Ryan before the bell rung for first lesson.

   I arrived at the front entrance well before the bell rang.  I had five
minutes to spare.  I walked past the quadrangle where all my friends stood
and jeered mischievously with one another.  Ryan was amongst them.

   "Hey guys," I said walking up to them.

   "Hey," They all said weakly, only having woken up merely half-an-hour
before.

   "Here you go," I said to Ryan, handing him the pamphlets for the snow
holiday.

   "Great, awesome, I can't wait," Ryan said.  He took them off me and
looked at the pictures intently.

   "Are you going on a holiday to the snow?" Justin asked us.

   "Yeah, in a few weeks." Ryan replied.

   "For how long?" Josh asked.

   "For the long weekend," I explained, "We will have the day off school on
Friday but we won't return until the long weekend ends on Tuesday morning."

   "So you're going to have Scotty's mum all to yourself for almost four
days?" Justin said wide eyed and excited.

   "Yeah Penny will be there too" twelve-year-old Ryan said confused.  "So
what?"

   "Ryan, dude you are so lucky!" Josh said in front of me like I wasn't
there, "Hook in and shag her big arse!"

   "Yeah!" Justin laughed and agreed and they both started humping the air
in front of themselves with their palms extended.

   "What??" Little Ryan said wiggling his nose even more confused.

   "Shut the hell up!" I yelled at Josh and Justin.

   "Its cold down there at the 'Snow-Plains' Ryan," Andrew said, acting
concerned, "You are a skinny kid and you will need to be warm.  Scott's
mum's arse-crack is the warmest and comfiest place to be!"

   Ryan just laughed at that joke along with the other boys.

   "Stop it!" I said getting very emotional.  Why did my friends have to
act this way?  Did they have any respect for me?  The feeling of heartbreak
and dread I felt yesterday returned.  It was hopeless; there was no
stopping it.  My heart and lungs felt heavy but I was empty in the stomach.

   "Nah," Ryan laughed, "That's gross; I don't want to get squashed between
that Hippos arse."

   More laughter from my friends erupted.

   "Hey; my mum is not a Hippo!" I said defending her looks.  "She's not
even fat!"

   "No," Ryan agreed, "But her arse is huuuuge; just like a Hippo."

   All of my friends laughed and patted Ryan on the shoulder.

   "Your just immature," I said to Ryan," You pin-dick baby!"

   "Me?  A pin dick baby?" Ryan sneered, "I'm not the one who got spanked
by my mummy for skinny dipping in your pool when you were nine-years-old."
Oh my god!  I can't believe he was bringing that up.

   "Ha-ha!" Josh laughed, "What?!"

   "Yeah, you should have seen it guys!" Ryan began, "nine-year-old Scotty
was being naughty.  So his mum grounded him and told him not to go in their
pool.  I dared him to do it anyway while she was having her typical long
showers.  He finally said yes, after I called him a 'pussy' and a 'poof' if
he didn't.  So Scott decided to take it a step further and skinny dip in
the pool, to be a show off-"

   "Liar," I said blushing, "You are the one who suggested I do it nude in
the first place,"

   "Anyway; the idiot went through with it and jumped in the pool butt
naked.  He was making a fool of himself, being loud and splashing about. 
No wonder it was short lived and his mother heard him and cut her shower
short."

   "I bet he got in trouble," thirteen-year-old Andrew sneered.

   "He sure did," Ryan smiled and sneered back, "What happened was-"

   "Scott!" My furious twenty-six-year-old mother yelled at me from above
the pool.

   My nine-year-old body was much smaller compared to her strong busty
figure.  I looked up at her; she was so beautiful; even when she was mad.
She was my goddess and I was scared of her when she was like this.  I was
so sorry to disappoint and disobey my wonderful mummy.

   "You are such a naughty boy!" I remembered her boom above me like a
deity, "I'm so disappointed in you!  I told you NOT to swim in the pool! 
You are grounded and don't get such privileges!"

   I saw eight-year-old Ryan behind mum; laughing and holding his stomach,
knowing he had got me into trouble.

   "But mum!" I dared to argue, "Being grounded means I shouldn't be
playing with other boys.  So why is Ryan here then?!"

   I then peer behind mum and stick out my tongue like a juvenile at Ryan.

   "You know I have an agreement with Ryan's father." She continued to
boom," Whenever one of us works night-shift at work the other minds both
children!" "But it's not fair!!" I called out from the water below "Ryan is
alway-"

   "How dare you!  Raising your voice at me?!" Mum yelled in her angry
voice.  "Get out of this pool this instant!"

   I bow my head submissively and slowly walk from the shallow end of the
pool to the steps leading out.  I remembered slowly lifting my vulnerable
naked body out of the water.  My body was as skinny and frail as Ryan's was
back then.  My little penis was even smaller due to the shrinkage from the
pool water.  "Look at you!" My mother said pointing at my little baby
pin-dick, "You're naked as well!  That's no way to behave in front of your
friends!"

   I looked up at the powerful woman's face and gave the most embarrassed
and sorry frown.

   "I'm very sorry mummy," I looked up at my booming angry goddess of a
mother.  I knew she loved me with all her heart and I didn't want to
disappoint her.  "You WILL be sorry!" Mum scorned with a disappointed
frown.

   Mum then swiftly lifted me up in her grasp; it frightened me.  She sat
herself down on the concrete pavement around the pool and strongly pulled
me over her lap.  My bare pale bum was exposed to her.  The cool breeze
skimmed past my wet cheeks and legs.  I shivered from the cold; but I was
also very-very scared of my mother's open hand.

   I cradled my head upwards and looked to see eight-year-old Ryan stare at
me and my mother with the most glorious and cheeky smile.  It was so
embarrassing having him there and witness my punishment.

   SWAT!

   "Ouch!" I squealed and wiggled in my mum's grasp.

   SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Ouch!  Ooooh please mum!  I'm sorry!" I said thrashing about, my
slender legs and butt wiggling and gyrating automatically to escape!

   "YOU WILL-"

   SMACK!

   "STOP BEING-"

   SMACK!!

   "SUCH A-"

   SMACK!!!

   "I'm sooo sooooooowy muuuumy!" I bellowed.  My whole naked and cold
lower region wiggled and squirmed.

   "NAUGHTY!"

   SMACK!!!!

   "BOY!!"

   I cried and bellowed out in front of eight-year-old Ryan.  He looked at
me from above with the most intrigued evil smile.  I don't think Ryan has
ever been spanked before.  So this type of thing was very new and
intriguing to him.

   After twelve-year-old Ryan told the story to my friends.  They all
laughed and made fun of me.

   "Naaaaaw," Skinny 12-year-old Justin taunted me, "Poor baby Scotty!  He
got spanked by his mummy on his naughty bot-bot!"

   More laughter surrounded me.

   I escaped from my trance of memories and got very mad.

   "Your just making fun of me and my mum; because, BECAUSE," I knew this
was the wrong thing to say to Ryan, "BECAUSE YOU DONT HAVE A MUM!!"

   All my friends gasp in shock and horror.

   "Scott!" Justin yelled, "That's low; arsehole!  It's not Ryan's fault
his mum's not alive!"

   "Yeah that's really low!" Josh said with his mouth open, "apologise!"

   "No!" I yelled.

   Ryan just said nothing and frowned, crossing his arms annoyed and
decided to be quiet for a change.  I was glad to be perfectly honest.

   It was true that I went too far yelling about that subject though.  We
all knew the story; Ryan's mother died giving birth to him.  I remembered
my mum telling me it was a complicated pregnancy and there was too much
bleeding; even for a modern hospital to handle.  It was like one of those
freak accidents.  Ryan grew up without ever knowing who his mother was.  It
was a very sad tale; I couldn't imagine life without my mum in it.

   With my mother in mind.  My mean friends had done it again.  They
completely fucked up my mind concerning to my own mother.  My dick was hard
again.  All day during class I had long flowing thoughts about my mother
punishing me.

   The way I remembered mum spank me and held me in place when I was
naughty those years ago made my dick hard and warm.  My mummy really cared
about me and she spanked me to teach me a lesson.  I deserved to be spanked
by her; past, present and future.  I trusted her to do that.

   During lunch and recess I constantly went to the boys toilets and
relieved myself of those thoughts over and over again.

   "Mummy," I whimpered quietly in the toilet cubicle, hoping people
wouldn't hear me pull my little baby pin-dick.  "I'm so sorry Mum.  I'm
sorry I'm such a bad son Mummy.  Please punish your naughty boy Mummy!" I
hissed these words out; eventually too caught up in my lust to care who
heard me.

   "Arrrggh" I curdled and rattled my voice in my throat "Aaaaahh!"

   My legs convulsed and twitched against the toilet seat.  Greyish liquid
spurted from between my legs and landed on to the tile floor below.  My
head was wedged against the base of the toilet I was sitting on.  It was
aching inside and full of pressure.  I needed water.  My brain felt heavy
and I was in a daze for the rest of the afternoon.

   After the school day ended I walked home in that dazed hazy state.  It
was like I was in a dream.  I wasn't thinking logically or clearly.  After
a walk that seemed like forever I returned home and opened the front door
in a lazy slouched fashion.

   "Mum," I said tiresome, "I'm home!"

   "Scott!" My mother said harsh and loud from the distance.  Could she be
angry with me?  Did I do something wrong?

   My eyes widen, happy and very excited.  My mummy is mad at me!  She is
going to teach me a lesson!  She is going to spank my naughty baby bot-bot!
She appeared through the hallway and stormed very angry towards me.

   "What's this I'm hearing about you teasing Ryan about having no mother!"


   I thought about it for a couple of seconds.  Of course Ryan's dad would
have phoned and complained!

   Thankyou Ryan!  You gave my mum a reason to spank me; happy days!

   "Your right Mum!" I said submissive, "I should never of said such a
horrible thing to Ryan!  It was wrong and I should be severely punished!"

   With that; in my hazy state; I dropped my schoolbag.  I slowly turned
around and unbuckled my belt.  I pulled my school pants down.

   "Scott?  What are you doi-?'

   I pull my underwear down and reveal my pale thirteen-year-old bot-bot to
her.  I slightly bend over and point my white pale bubble buttocks in her
direction.

   "I'm ready mum." I said looking back at her in wonder.  "Please spank
me; I've been baaaad."

   Please my goddess!  Please spank me!  Please show me your wrath as much
as you show your joy!  I deserve it mummy!

   To my horror; my mum just giggled and put her hands over her mouth.  She
had this look of embarrassment and shame in her eyes that broke my heart.
Her hysterical laughter sounded and felt like shattered glass; I snapped
out of my hazy dizzy state of post masturbation.  I was horrified to the
realisation of what I had offered.

   "S-scott..." Mum began after the awkward chuckle, "You're too old for
that now.  I haven't spanked you since you were ten.  For goodness sakes!
What's wrong with you today?  "

   I went pale and quickly pulled my pants and underwear up.  I buckled my
belt just as fast.

   The situation got worse when I realised that Ryan and his father were
standing behind Mum.  I had never felt so embarrassed.  Ryan and his Dad
had seen me offer my bum for a spanking.  They must have thought I was so
strange!

   Ryan had his hands over his mouth; his face was red from containing his
laughter.  His father, Brendan rolled his eyes in shame and embarrassment
for my mother.

   "I'm not feeling well," I said pale and sick.  "I'm going to my room to
rest,"

   "Umm; not before you apologise," Mum said stern and awkward.

   "Offcourse," I began, "I'm really sorry Ryan for mentioning that stuff.
It was wrong and I will never do it again."

   "That's OK," Little Ryan said; smiling evilly with his hand still
covering his mouth.  "I feel much better now,"

   I walked past them through the hallway.  I had never felt so ashamed and
humiliated in all my life.  What was happening to me?  Why were these
horrible feelings and thoughts torturing me?  Why couldn't things be normal
again and I just love my mother like I normally would.  Why was I acting so
bizarre due to these confusing feelings?  I offered my mother to spank me
for goodness sakes!

   I entered my room and closed the door.  Waves of humiliation flowed
through me like hot sunlight.  My dick was harder than it had ever been. 
Tear drops sprinkled on my bedroom carpet.

   Things will get better; won't they?

   CHAPTER THREE

   I didn't leave my room after that embarrassing moment yesterday
afternoon.  My mother never bothered to check up on me either.  I threw my
face into my pillow and sobbed myself to sleep.  I didn't hear Ryan and his
father leave the house; I was so out of it.  I decided to man-up and come
up with an excuse for my mother why I did it what I did.  I waddled
tirelessly through the dimness of my room and walked towards the door.  It
seemed much bigger than usual.

   As soon as I opened the door I was greeted by my very happy mother.  A
cardboard party hat was placed tightly over her head and whistle in her
mouth.  She blew the party whistle out towards me.

   BLEEEEEEW!  The extended honking sound was in unison with the folding
out curly paper protruding from the whistle.

   "Happy Birthday Scotty!" My mum said cheerfully, "Five-years-old!  My
big man!"

   I longingly looked up at my wonderful mother.  She was so good to me. 
She planned the entire party with my friends and their parents.  She really
worked hard; especially after my dad left her when I was too young to
remember. .

   I was led towards the lounge room and was greeted by my young
kindergarten friends.  Andrew, Josh, Justin and Ryan; they were all there.
They all wished me a happy birthday.  I was so happy; it was going to be a
wonderful day.

   Mum opened the back door to let us play in the backyard.  I ran around
and laughed with my friends for what seemed like hours.

   Mum called for us to come back inside so she could cut the cake and wish
me a happy birthday.  All of us giggled and raced each other back to the
door.  But something was wrong.  All my friends overtook me and were much
faster.  I tried harder and harder to keep up.  But it was hopeless. 
Instead of the yard getting dense as I ran towards the back door; the yard
got more wide and long.  I could no longer see my friends.  They were
inside the house already while I hadn't seemed to move from my spot.  It
was like I was running on a treadmill.

   With much effort I pushed forward.  Like magic, the sun had instantly
gone down and a stormy evening was approaching.  I finally reached the back
door to find that it was locked.  I knocked on the door and there was no
response.

   Rain drops starting hitting my head.

   "Mummy!  Guys!  Let me in!" I was shivering and very cold.  There was
still no answer or response.  But to my horror I heard the song "Happy
Birthday" being sung by my mum and my friends.  Who were they singing it
to? I was outside; not in there!

   "Happy birthday to you!  Happy birthday to you!"

   I clawed along the bricks of the house and looked into the back window.
I saw everyone around the table.  All my friends had party hats on and
plates in front of them; ready to eat the birthday cake.  Four-year-old
Ryan was standing up with my mum behind him for some reason.  Ryan wasn't
singing the song.

   "Happy birthday; dear Ryan!  Happy birthday to you!"

   "What??" I squealed from outside the window.  Tears were streaming down
my innocent face.

   I banged my hand's hard on the glass; calling out.  No one heard me or
saw.  Rain started to really poor down; I was wet and freezing.

   "Mummy!  Mummy!  What about me mummy?!  It's my birthday party!  It's my
life!  Can any of you hear me?!"

   Ryan then blew the candles.  The flames disappeared and became wisps' of
smoke; just like my life had been snuffed.

   "Hip-hip!  Hurray!  Hip-hip!  Hurray!" All my friends and my mother
called out to Ryan the birthday boy.

   My mother then gave Ryan the most adoring kiss on his forehead.

   "Did you make a wish honey?" Mum asked Ryan lovingly with her arms
around his shoulders.

   "Yes mummy," Ryan smiled up at her, "It already came true,"

   My eyes open and I wake up.  I was a thirteen-year-old again.  It was
just a dream.  It didn't mean anything; did it?  There were more pressing
matters hand; such as how I deal with my life.  What did my mother think of
me now?

   Will Ryan brag about the humiliating spanking story at school?

   I entered the kitchen where my mother was already waiting.  She was
wearing her baggy silk gown again.  I was too depressed to be disappointed
with that anymore.  It seemed her beautiful naked body would be denied to
me for now on.

   I discreetly shuffled past her while she washed the dishes; retrieving
my breakfast cereal and milk.  I sat on the table.  There was an awkward
silence that made me extremely uncomfortable.

   "Scott..." My mother began, still washing things up near the kitchen
sink, " I...I have an idea why you offered yourself for punishment in such
a way yesterday," "Mum...I wasn't thinking straight I-"

   "Let me finish," She stopped me, "I believe it was a cry for attention."

   I continued to be silent.

   "I mean..." She continued, "We haven't really spent much time with each
other this last year or two.  Remember...remember when we would go out and
rent a movie and get a large ice-cream Sunday together?" She smiled sweetly
when she mentioned that, "I mean I know it's not cool to hang around with
your mother after school.  But you have always been my baby boy and I love
you."

   Those words warmed my heart so much.  I felt like I was going to cry
again.  Not tears of humiliation and sadness this time; but tears of joy.
My mum loved me and I loved her.  I missed having a large ice-cream Sunday
with her and renting a movie to watch in the lounge-room.

   "Mum," I smiled longingly at her, "That sounds great.  I would love to
spend time with you after school again."

   "Great sweetie," She walked up to me and kissed me on the forehead, "I'm
so happy,"

   I arrived at school very happy.  No amount of teasing from my friends
could hurt my feelings this time.  If Ryan brings up the spanking thing;
I'll just deny it.  I met up with my four friends in our usual spot and I
was pleased to notice that Ryan had never said a thing.  Fantastic; Ryan
might have finally learned to act mature for a change.

   The school day went on like normal until math class.  We were all
sitting around on our solo tables and chairs.  Our male maths teacher was
writing numbers and equations on the board that I couldn't hope to
understand.  I was hopeless at math.  Both Ryan and Justin were in my class
and were a year younger than me because they started school early.  They
were better at math than I was.

   I daydreamed in class and looked longingly into my notebook for a while.
I couldn't wait for the day to end and spend time with my loving mum.  The
daydream was interrupted when a piece of A4 paper flew onto my desk.  The
girl on the adjacent desk lightly passed it to me with an awkward frown.  I
looked at the drawing on the piece of paper.  My eyes widened in shock to
the most obscene, heart shattering drawing I could ever see.

   The drawing on the piece of paper was of my mother.  She was crudely
labelled 'Scott's Mum'.  Her eyes were bulging and her tongue was sticking
out; she looked like a crazy slut.  They made her face look so ugly.  Her
figure was drawn butt-naked; her arse twice as big as real life.  Her head
was too small for her body.  She was bent over and her hands were spreading
her arse-cheeks apart.  Green gas was drawn expelling from her anus.  Below
the drawing was labelled 'Fart Monster'.

   I scrunched up the drawing in frustration.  The entire class laughed at
me; even the girl next to me.  I looked over towards where Ryan and Justin
was sitting.  Ryan smiled at me and waved; giving me the most evil grin.

   The fucking jealous little shit!  Making fun of my mum's looks!  Who
cares if her arse is big!  All the better!  Andrew, Josh and Justin at
least had some taste and understood that well enough.  Those guys knew her
big bum was wonderful.  Why couldn't Ryan realise that?  For once I was mad
that my mother wasn't being sexualised for a change.

   I ran out of the classroom; leaving my school backpack near my desk and
not asking permission to leave.  I wasn't crying this time; I was raging.
My face was hot and red like a demon as I walked to the nearest open bin
can.  I opened up the scrunched up piece of paper and looked at the
ridiculous drawing one last time.

   With a heave in my throat; I tore the paper in half.  I gritted my teeth
and tore the halves in quarters.  I clapped the pieces together with an
explosive pop between the palm of my hands; crumbling the pieces and
tearing them into bits too.  I made it impossible for anyone to recognise
or repair the drawing.  "Mum is not a fart monster!  She's my mum!" I
heaved; breathing in and out near the bin, "I love and adore her!  I will
never let people disrespect her!  She loves me with all her heart and I
will defend her honour forever!"

   With that I separated myself from Ryan and the group for the rest of the
day.  I let out a sigh of relief when the end school bell rung.  The rest
of the evening and afternoon was going to be a date with my mummy-goddess.
I was so excited.

   When I returned walking home from school.  Mum and I instantly drove out
of the driveway and decided to get some early take-out for dinner.  When we
were in the car; mum lovingly put her right hand on my wrist.  I smiled at
that.  This evening was going to be heaven.

   Mum and I collected some takeout chicken and ate together in the
restaurant.  We just talked about school and work.  It was nice.  After
that; we went to the video store to collect our movie.  Mum was usually in
the mood for romantic-comedies.  I was just happy to spend time with my
mother so I just let her choose what she wanted to watch.  To my surprise
she chose a science fiction drama.  I looked at the title and instantly
knew what the movie was.

   It was a movie about a grieving mother struggling to cope with the loss
of her nine-year-old son.  She is stunned when her psychiatrist and her
husband tell her that she has created nine years of memories of a son she
never had.  But when she meets the father of one of her son's friend who is
having the same experience, she embarks on a mission to prove her son's
existence and her sanity.

   It was a strange and heart-warming film.  I remember watching it alone.
It was late at night in my room and the movie was playing on my television.
I remembered the dream I had in the morning.  The thought of not existing
and everyone going on with life without me was sad and turned my stomach.
The film showed it through the dedicated mother's point of view though; so
the film might be therapeutic.

   We left the video store and made our final stop to the Ice-Cream
Parlour. Mum and I ordered our jumbo sized Chocolate Sunday.  With spoons
in our hands; we dug in.  We both looked innocently into one another's eyes
as we stuffed our mouths full of ice-cream and syrup.  I was so happy.  It
was just like old times.  We finished up with big smiles and full stomachs
and drove home.

   It was half past six in the evening and it was dark when we returned
home.  My schoolbag was still left on the kitchen table.  While I was about
to put the movie in the player I noticed mum grab my schoolbag and search
through it.  I didn't mind.  Mum usually did that to clear out my lunchbox
just in case I didn't eat anything.  I put the movie in the machine when I
heard my mother gasp and yelp.

   "Oh my god!" Mum yelled with a look of absolute disgust, "What is this?"

   "What's what mum?" I ask, running into the kitchen area.

   "This...This filth!' Mum scorned at me; shaking and teary eyed.

   Mum held up a piece of paper in display.  My heart dropped and my
stomach crumbled.  It was Ryan's drawing of my mum.  It must have been a
replica drawing.  It had the exact same silly expression on it.  Her head
was still too small for her body and green gas expelled out of her drawn
arse.  The labelling and title were completely different.  Instead of it
saying 'Scott's Mum' above her head, it said, 'My Mum'.

   I looked into my mother's eyes and saw the disappointment and heartbreak
in her face.  I was about to explain to her that it wasn't me.

   "HOW DARE YOU!" She screamed at me; tears welling down her cheeks, "I
LOVE YOU AND TAKE CARE OF YOU YOUR ENTIRE LIFE!  AND THIS IS HOW YOU THINK
OF ME?!  IVE NEVER BEEN SO ASHAMED!"

   "But...But Mummy" I tried to explain calmly, "It wasn't me it was Ry-"

   "DON"T LIE!  I FOUND IT IN YOUR BACKPACK AND IT IS LABELLED AS 'MY
MUM'!"

   "I swear, I didn-!"

   "YOU DID THIS AS REVENGE FOR MAKING YOU APOLOGISE TO RYAN DIDN"T YOU?!"

   "No!  No mum I would nev-!"

   "I offer you my love and attention!" She cried, extremely upset "I
thought you and I were going to be good friends like we used to be."

   Tears streamed down mum's cheeks, she looked down and didn't look me in
the eyes.

   "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"

   My heart was thumping so hard that it hurt.

   "But mummy it wasn't me." I said whimpering, my lips wiggling.  "I love
you and I want to spend time with you!  I thought we were going to wa-!"
"Get out of my SIGHT!" She screamed.  "GO to your room and don't you dare
come out!  I don't want to see or talk to you!"

   "Mum!" I cried and begged, "Please no mummy!"

   "GO AWAAY!!" She bellowed.  Her eyes wide with devastated tears.

   I walked away crying.  Even though I didn't draw the picture; I felt so
ashamed.  I had never seen my mother look at me like that before.  Her
beautiful face expressed a combination of dread, confusion, horror and
resentment.  I knew I would never see that innocent expression she gave me
in the ice-cream parlour ever again.  I sobbed while walking to my room.  I
closed the door and promised myself I would never leave my room for the
entire night; for my mum.

   I crashed onto the bed; dampening my pillow with my tears and decided to
get undressed.  I cried getting naked.  My cock was limp and soft.  It got
scared.  But I needed something to relieve what I was feeling.  I was
feeling shame!  My mother was so ashamed of me!  I holster my fingers
between my balls and base and lightly tug at my member.  I sat at the edge
of my bed and stared cloudy eyed at my bedroom door.  It only took twenty
seconds for my penis to swell hard with blood.

   "Mum!" I hissed, pulling my cock backwards and forwards.  "I'm so sorry
Mum!  I'm such a bad son mummy!  Please forgive me!"

   I was beyond help.  It didn't matter what I knew Ryan did.  My mum
believed that I drew that crude drawing of her.  So in a way; I must of. 
It didn't matter how and it's didn't matter why; but mummy was ashamed of
me for drawing that picture.  So I was ashamed of myself.

   "I'm so soowwwy mummy!" I plead, pulling my cock harder and faster.  My
eyes were squinted and they were flooded with pools of tears.  My stiff
cock was wet from pre-cum and sweat as it danced harshly between the grasp
of my slippery hand.

   While I masturbated I thought about the wonderful night my mother and I
COULD of have had.  I thought about sitting on the coach; eating popcorn,
watching the movie and laughing and crying with her.  Instead I was in this
lonely box, forced to be by myself.

   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

   I heard someone knock on the front door of the house.  The sound of
mum's shuffling feet skimmed past my room.  The creaking of the front door
opening was followed by pleasant banter.

   "Oh Hello!" My mum said very friendly.

   "I'm really sorry to bother you this evening Pen," I heard Ryan's father
say.  "I totally forgot I had night-shift tonight and management will fire
me if I miss this.  I know it's extremely short notice; but do you think
you could mind Ryan tonight?"

   "Hi Ryan," I heard mum say to someone else.

   "Hey," I hear twelve-year-old Ryan reply.

   "Ummm are you ok?" Ryan's dad asked mum, "You seem upset."

   "Oh...I just yelled at Scott a while ago,"

   "What did he do?" Ryan asked in a teasing tone.

   "Ryan!" his dad yelled, "Don't ask that stuff.  It's none of your
business!  Sorry Pen."

   "Its fine," Mum said gracefully," and I would be happy to mind Ryan
tonight.  I need the company now anyway.  What time will you be back?"

   "Eleven; it's just a four hour shift.  But it's an important one."

   "No problem,"

   After I heard a car reverse out of the driveway; the front door clicked
shut and I returned my hand to my penis, awaiting to hear Mum and my friend
speak.

   "So, Scott's in his room?" Ryan asked.

   "Yeah," Mum replied, "He did something hurtful to me that I don't want
to talk about."

   There was silence for a couple of seconds.  I squeezed my penis eagerly.

   "Do you mean the fart monster drawing?" I heard Ryan say.

   "How did you know about that?" Mum asked surprised.

   "I saw Scott draw it." Ryan said in a matter of fact tone.

   Liar!  I cried and whimpered in my room as I pulled my cock faster
again. I was about to pounce off my bed; open the door and yell at him. 
But I thought about my mother's words.

   "GO to your room and don't you dare come out!" I remembered her yell, "I
don't want to see or talk to you!"

   "Yes mummy" I said with the most dramatic frown, "I will obey you!"

   "He made photo copies as well.  " Little Ryan continued, "He handed them
out to boys in the classroom!  When I received one on my table I tore it to
shreds out of respect for you."

   "Why would Scott do such a hurtful thing?  Was it because I made him
apologise to you?" Mum asked concerned.

   "...That's what he said.  It was a revenge thing yeah." Ryan concluded.

   I didn't hear anything for a couple of minutes after that.  Just some
shuffling about.

   "Wanna share some popcorn with me?" Mum asked, "I'm going to watch a
movie.  I was going to watch it with Scott tonight.  But I shouldn't let it
go to waste."

   "Yeah that sounds fine,"

   "No mum!" I continued to hiss in my room pulling my cock at a more
frantic pace.  Memories of my dream I had in the morning came back to me.
"Don't watch the movie with him!  I love you mummy; please!  Don't do this
to me!  Please don't forget about me mummy!  Please don't forget!"

   Movie previews started with the sound of a crash and a bang from the
speakers.  The sound of a very funny comedy preview was playing.  I heard
Ryan and Mum laugh and giggle with one another.  My face went pale and my
arm ached as I almost reached climax.  I could hear them both laughing
happily with one another!

   I closed my eyes still tugging my cock faster and faster.  I imagined
myself standing outside of my house and looking into one of my windows.  I
could see Ryan and my mum laughing and flopping around on the couch in
hilarity.  They weren't watching television.  They were staring at the
window and looking at me.  They were warm and comfy inside while I was cold
and wet outside.  I saw them point and jeer at me from within.  They were
pointing at my little penis and making fun of me.

   Naked and alone I pulled harder and harder at my penis.  They both
seemed to be very entertained.  My voyeurs pointed and whispered sensual
conspicuous things into one another's ears.  I whaled and cried from the
outside.  Tear drops ran down my nose.  I heaved and moaned longingly with
my cries.  They both laughed harder and harder the closer I reached climax.

   The thought of them laughing at me sent shivers down my spine and
powerful thoughts of humiliation and helplessness.

   They both got off the couch and kneeled by the window; unable to contain
their strained laughter.  I pulled harder and harder.  Both Little Ryan and
my Mum stared intently with faces of hilarity and amazement at how small my
little prick was.  They didn't even bother to look me in the eyes.  They
just had their eyes glued onto my sticky aching pathetic penis that was
about to reach climax.

   "Please Mum!" I squealed from the outside, "Please don't forget me! 
Please don't stop loving me!  MUM!!  MUMMY!!!"

   With those words I squirted my semen on the imaginary window.  They both
laughed and clapped as my little wee-wee spasmed and twirled in delight and
the milk sprayed unevenly on the imaginary glass.

   My imaginary mother stuck her middle finger up at me and flipped me off
through the window.  My eyes were wide with horror and heartbreak as she
stood up with 12-year-old Ryan; turned around and lovingly placed her arm
over his skinny bony shoulders.  She swiftly shut the curtains; shutting me
out of her life for good.

   No...no mummy!  I shake and shudder on my bed in the darkness of my room
like a dying spider and pass out.

   I opened my eyes and looked at the clock.  A couple of hours had past. I
could hear the music from the rolling credits of the movie.  It's amazing
how much time had passed when I crashed out asleep.  Ryan and Mum had
already watched the movie together.  As the music dimmed I heard Mum and
Ryan talk again.  "Did you enjoy the movie Ryan?" I heard mum ask him.

   "Yeah," He began, "It was really interesting and very touching.  The mum
really loved the son enough to search that much?"

   "That's what mothers are for," My mum said sweetly.

   "I wish I had a mum," I heard twelve-year-old Ryan say pretty emotional.

   "Awe sweetie.  You have family.  That's all that matters.  Your father
and your older brother love you."

   "I know; but I don't get that warm tender feeling that the movies show."

   "Awww...sweetie," Mum cooed.

   "Tell you what would be great; and I'm only saying this because Scott is
asleep," Ryan began, "Could I call you 'mummy' once in a while?  I mean;
you're the closest person to a mother I have ever been with; and I've never
known what it's like to call a lady 'mummy'."

   My eyes widen in the darkness.  No no no!!

   "Oh Ryan sweetie that's so cute," Mum said very lovingly, "I don't think
Scott would like that very much hun."

   "It's ok," Ryan hissed in an excited whisper, "He doesn't have to know.
I could just call you 'mum' when he's not in the same room or something and
you could call me 'son' or 'honey-bun'.  We could treat it as a silly
game."

   "Oh," Mum giggled awkwardly, "I don't know about this Ryan,"

   "PLeeease," Ryan said, "I know it sounds silly.  But this is really
important for me.  I want to know what it feels like to have a mother."

   Oh you're not seriously going to go through with this silly desperate
game are you mum?!

   "Ok Ryan," Mum said, "We will do this.  But remember though.  No saying
these things in front of Scott."

   I shoved my sweaty face into my pillow with devastated frustration.

   "Thank you so much....Mummy." Ryan giggled in delight.

   "No problem...My Little-Honey-Bun," She giggled back.

   For some reason I knew.  I always knew.  This was the beginning of the
end.

   CHAPTER FOUR

   I open my eyes, lifting my face from my pillow and looked at the clock.
It was ten-o'clock at night.  My mother had gone to bed and Ryan would be
in the lounge room playing my video-games while he waited for his dad to
pick him up at eleven.  As I tried to slowly drift off back to sleep I
could hear the most suspicious sound.  I could hear the sound of a woman
moaning and cooing.  Loud and long bellows of pleasure vibrated through the
hallway.

   I lifted myself tirelessly off my bed and walked out into the hallway to
investigate.  I slowly walked towards my mother's room, her moans of
pleasure getting louder and louder.  It wasn't what I thought it was it? 
Twelve-year-old Ryan was in the lounge room wasn't he?  I got closer
towards mum's bedroom door.  The moaning and cooing continued.

   Mum's door was slightly open.  I looked inside and saw a figure within
her own covers thrashing about.  No one was in the bed with her; thank god!
Mum was laying doggie style.  Her large arse was protruding upwards.  The
extending sheet fabric indicated that her hands were frantically rubbing
her arse and other private parts.  My mother was masturbating!

   No harm in that; I smiled devilishly and put my hands in my pants.

   I needed a better view.  Her bare exposed arse was poking towards her
en-suite.  Her en-suite had two doors, one which was conjoined to her room
and the other linked to the hallway.  I tried to enter the suite through
the hallway.  That way I could peek at her beautiful large bare arse
through the other door mum was poking and wiggling at.

   The adjacent hallway suite door was locked.  Why was it locked?  It was
never locked!

   Frustrated; I continued to look at my mother pleasure herself through
the crack of her bedroom door; with a very limited view.  She shook,
squealed and shuddered within the bed covers.  But I couldn't see any of
her body.  Her big bare bum was sticking out towards the other door I could
not reach.  Her large arse bounced up and down within the sheets.  The
street lights filtered through the window-blinds giving me some visibility.

   I veered my vision at the en-suite door within her room.  It was
slightly open as well.  I peeked more intently towards that direction and
noticed a small shadowy figure standing there and watching through the
crack of that open door.

   Twelve-year-old Ryan was watching my mum masturbate too!

   I was red with rage.  Ryan was watching my mum pleasure herself and got
full view of her bare arse poking out of the covers.  All I got was the
sight of a wiggly worm in the sheets!

   Ryan saw my mum's fleshy round buttocks with a pussy and arsehole that
opened and winked playfully at him.  It wasn't fair!  He didn't deserve it!
He doesn't appreciate my mother's beautiful big bottom.  Why him?  Fucking
bastard locked the door too!  He was stopping me from seeing my mother's
wonderful big arse!

   "OOOOOoooh!  AAAhh!  AAAAAahhhhh!" Mum squealed.  Her bum bounced and
her fingers rubbed harder, faster and more frantic against her pussy.

   I was in awe and wonder.  Her feminine sounds of pleasure sounded so
wonderful.  She was really having a good time.  I pulled my cock within my
pajama pants and pleasured myself to her sounds.  I wondered if Ryan was
masturbating as well.  No; he's too small and immature to do that 'adult'
stuff yet, surely.

   My mother was about to reach climax, I could feel it.  Her moaning got
louder and the sheets made more frantic wiggles and twirls between her
arse-crack and pussy.

   Then mum vibrated and shook in delight within the sheets like she was
being electrified.

   "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" She bellowed out, her big bum thrashed itself around.
Clear water awkwardly sprayed from the sheets and towards the door Ryan was
peeking through.

   I spasmed and convulsed silently as I orgasmed within my PJ's.  Hearing
her squeal and express herself that way was so amazing.  I had seen ladies
do it in porno movies; but seeing my mother do it was a whole other level
of eroticism.

   The shadowy figure standing within the en-suite door slowly backed away
from vision and disappeared.  I decided I would retreat to my room as well.
The last thing I needed was Ryan catching me and finding out I jerk-off
over my own mother.  Not that twelve-year-old Ryan knew what 'jerking off'
was.  I quickly creeped away and went back to my room.  I closed the door
slowly then ran and jumped into bed.  I heard the light footsteps of Ryan
returning to the lounge room.  I heard him snicker as he walked past my
door.

   I laid in my room for another half-hour and couldn't sleep.  Knowing my
mother was asleep, I decided to open my door and walk out towards the
lounge room.  I saw Ryan laying on the carpet with his hands a fingers
twiddling with the analogue stick on my video-game controller.  He turned
and looked at me.  "YOUR'E supposed to be in your room," Ryan said in a
mocking firmness.

   I just looked at him with the most homicidal glare.  He then laughed at
me and turned back towards the television playing my game.  I took a couple
of steps closer to him.

   "Why do you have these queer games for?" Ryan started to banter, "Where
are your first-person-shooters?"

   "I know you were peaking on my mum," I said instantly, taking a couple
more steps towards the couch.  Ryan said nothing for a while; but
eventually paused the game.

   "Yeah," Ryan began, "I needed to go poo; so I walked into the hallway
and I heard your mum making these strange noises.  I looked inside and she
was....she was....what was she doing exactly?"

   "None of your business!" I scorned.

   "Tell me," Ryan said, "Or I'll tell my dad that your mum was doing weird
sexy things in front of children."

   "Your dad would slap you on the head for being such a creepy perv!" I
gave in, "She was masturbating you idiot!  That was her private time!"

   "Mas-tur-bat-ing?" Ryan said scratching his head, "Private time?  Like
going to the toilet?"

   I rolled my eyes, "I'm not telling you about it!  Go ask your older
brother or something."

   "OK," Ryan shrugged, "Or I could just look it up on the Internet,"

   Ryan's dad arrived half-an-hour later.  I was thankful and very glad.

   We heard his dad drive his car up onto the driveway and Ryan laughed and
ran off out the front door.

   "Later, Big-Nose!" he laughed at me and swiftly disappeared from view.

   I sat on the sofa in a daze.  I was thinking about the night.  The
paused video-game was right in front of me.  The television set was
glowing. I was feeling tired and helpless.

   I turned the television and game-console off and retreated to bed in a
hurry.  I hoped my mother didn't realise I disobeyed her and left my room.
I managed to get back to my room without getting caught and realised it was
way past my bedtime.  I was in for a good night sleep for a change.

   A few days had past and the same feelings at home and the similar banter
from my friends at school continued up until the weekend.

   My mother hardly talked or looked at me.  There were times where she
didn't even look me in the eye.  I served my own breakfast and didn't
expect any kiss on the forehead like I always got before.  I didn't
question it or confront her about it.  I knew she was very ashamed of me.

   Mum thought I drew that image of her so I was ashamed of myself.

   School was the same as ever.  My friends would tease me about my mum and
I would usually run to the boys toilets during lunchtime to masturbate over
their words.  Ryan was talking about some 'Video-Clip-Project' he was
working on at home.  Andrew, Justin and Josh were very eager to see the
final product of this video clip project.  It was a mystery to me why
though, so I took no part in their interest.

   On Friday afternoon Ryan announced at the school quadrangle that his
project was finally finished and that all the boys should come over and
watch.  Except for me of course.

   "You can't come over though Scott," Ryan said serious.

   "What; why not?" I asked surprised.

   "You weren't interested in my video project anyway.  Viewership is only
for those that were interested in the project."

   "Whatever," I said, "It sounds stupid anyway,"

   Ryan and the other boys giggled amongst themselves as I walked away. 
What the hell were they up to?  I was very interested and wanted to find
out.  I had a plan.

   The following day was Saturday and I knew my friends would all be going
to Ryan's house to watch the video project early in the morning. 
Eight-o'clock in the morning to be exact.  I remembered them planning the
time before I departed from school on Friday.  I instantly got up and
dressed into my casual clothes.  I walked straight out the front door and
didn't bother to check if my mum was awake or not.

   It took about ten-minutes but after a decent run, I finally made it to
Ryan's house.  My plan was to hide under the side window where Ryan's room
was.  He always left his window open, so I would be able to hear and peak
inside with ease.  I could hear the boys talking in the lounge room off in
the distance.  I peeked inside Ryan's room and got an interesting surprise.

   Ryan's room was transformed!  It was so different since the last time I
saw it a couple of weeks before.

   Ryan's room was once sprawled with robot figurines and super-hero
posters.  But now it had been transformed into a sanctuary of women with
large bum's bending over in their g-string and stockings.  All the ladies
in the posters were blonde and very plump looking.  Each of them giving
longing sexy gazes that made my dick hard as a rock.  All of the pictures
portrayed the idea of 'milfs' and 'mummy's.

   The women in the posters were women boys my age dream about every night.
Little Ryan had some taste for the older ladies that was for sure.  I guess
I was wrong about his sexual maturity.

   I dove down for cover when the door opened; followed by chuckles and
banter between my witty friends.

   "-and his mum saw the fart monster drawing!  He got into so much shit! I
ended up being her date for the night instead." Ryan laughed.

   I could hear my other friends laughing and giving him a high-five.

   "I can't wait to see this video-clip mate!" twelve-year-old Justin said
very excited.

   "Yeah hurry up!  Plug it in and put it on!" Josh said.

   "I wanna see some milf bum!" Andrew said drooling.

   "OK, ok calm down," Ryan started.

   Ryan plugged his USB/flash-drive into his television and pressed play.
The digital video file took a couple of seconds to load, but proceeded with
success.  A strange smoke like title appeared in the distance and got
closer towards the screen.  I saw the title with bold white letters.

   The title said 'Scott's Mom the Bum Monster'.  It played with dramatic
instrumental music that resembled classic giant monster and kaiju films.

   All of our young eyes were glued to the small television screen.  I
didn't bother crouching under the window anymore.  I just stood there
outside behind them and my friends didn't notice me at all.

   I could barely make out the image recorded but what I saw was what
looked like my hallway.  The camera angle veered towards twelve-year-old
Ryan's face and he had a dramatic expression of glee and curiousness.

   The sound of a woman moaning could be heard in the background of the
video-clip.  The smart-phone camera moved through the hallway and towards
an en-suite door.  A hand appeared to be turning the knob; the door was
unlocked.  The camera swiftly turned and Ryan locked the door he entered
behind him.  The camera then turned again and moved past the shower to its
left until it finally moved towards the other interconnecting suite door to
its right.

   The door that lead to the view to my mother masturbating and showing off
her beautiful gigantic arse.

   My eyes widened; my mouth gaping wide.  Ryan the 'little shit'!  He
recorded my mum masturbating through that doorway!

   I couldn't believe it.  I was in shock and disbelief.  Yet it was right
in front of me.  It was blurred by the angle of the small television set
and dimmed by the morning light behind me; but it was real.  My friends got
perfect view of the television image while I once again had to hide in a
corner and saw things from the distance.

   Hoots and cheers exploded from my friends as they saw my mom's huge arse
and pussy bobbing up and down in the night as she frantically flicked and
fingered her pussy and her arse-crack.  It could barely make out the image
from outside the window but I knew what it was.  My friends could see it
perfectly.  Her lovely smooth curvy flesh rippled in front of them in
erotic glee.  The sound of mum's moans rang through my ears.  No doubt it
was the same moans and squeals from a few nights ago.

   The video lasted for a number of minutes with silence from the audience
for a change.  All my friend's faces were glued to the screen wide eyed and
their mouths open like they were about the drool.  My mother's voice of
pleasure had them in a trance.  Andrew was the first the snap out of it.

   "Ok, Ok!" Andrew said shaking his head, "You promised us copies;
remember Ryan!"

   "Yeah," Ryan said, "Did you bring your own USB/flash-drives?"

   "Yep!" my friends said with their hands extended and holding their
digital-sticks in their hands.

   Ryan proceeded to take each flash-drive and stick them into his computer
so he can make a copy of the video for them each of them to watch and
masturbate at their houses alone.

   "I'm gonna have a good time with mr willy tonight," Josh said pointing
at his dick, "Yes I am!"

   "Now remember the agreement guy's" Ryan began a lecture, "Remember,
Scott can't see this video!  Second of all, you guys know I will record
more videos of her for you guys if you help me with my ultimate plan."

   What's his ultimate plan?

   "I plan to have sex with Scott's mum by the time we finish our trip to
the 'Snow-Plains'."

   My heart beat got faster and faster.  I felt like pouncing through the
window and attacking them all.  With my strength I could easily beat the
three of them to a pulp, but I didn't.  Something inside of me made me
paralysed with humiliation.  I wanted to spring off with my arms, legs and
fingers; but all I could do was shiver and shake.

   "We will help you," Andrew said, "But we don't think Scott's mum is
going to have sex with you.  I mean, it's his mum.  She would have to be
pretty bitchy to do that to her son.  Plus you're only a young kid.  Most
women are into muscle men like twice our age."

   Andrew was making sense, I thought.  Plus everything he said was the
morally correct way everything was supposed to turn out.  But I dreaded at
the thought that he was totally wrong.  That everything Ryan was saying
would indeed transpire.

   It wasn't long before the boys departed from Ryan's house with their own
copy of the movie of my mother masturbating in their pockets.  Ryan
returned to his room and sat quietly on his computer for a few minutes. 
Thinking I had seen all I need to see, I began to creep away from the side
of Ryan's house.  But then I heard Ryan's voice.  He was talking to
himself. I stopped to listen.

   "Scott doesn't even treat you right Penny!  You are divorced and alone
and he doesn't even make you happy!  He's such a pussy; he's so selfish for
not wanting to make love to you!"

   My eyes and face were red with anger and stress as I listened from the
outside.  Was Ryan saying I was an arsehole for not fucking my own mother?
For not wanting to in the past?  Paranoid thoughts entered my brain. 
Should I have done something?  Would it have been what she had wanted?

   "I only started jerking off a couple of days ago; having thoughts about
you Penny.  Justin, Josh and Andrew have been doing it for over a year;
they told me they have.  What have I been missing out on all this time?! 
Wanking is the best!  One thing is for sure though.  I've probably learned
more about this sex stuff in these last few days then 'Ugly Scotty' could
ever discover in a lifetime."

   I smashed the side of my fist against the brick wall outside.  It made
such a dull sound it alerted no one.  But I still retreated.  I couldn't
listen to any more private insults about me.  There was only so much I
could take.

   I returned home and was greeted with the most glorious surprise.  The
sight of my naked mother's body in the distance.  I could barely make out
the largeness of her bottom and the perkiness of her tits she was standing
near the hallway.

   Before I could absorb any more of the wonderful image; my mother
shrieked and scowled at the sight of me.  My face turned from a wide-eyed
surprised smile to a dramatic disappointed frown within an instant.

   "For goodness sakes!" Mum yelled right after her scowl, "You weren't
supposed to be home yet!  Can't a woman walk around naked after her shower
once in a while?!"

   She said that running frantically to her room.  She gave me no time to
see her.

   "I told you mum!" I called out upset as she ran to her room, "That's
totally up to you.  I don't mind really."

   I walked towards her open room.  I was going to make a point.  Perhaps I
could mend that part of our relationship.  I was her son, I was only
thirteen-years-old and I didn't care if my mother was naked or not.

   I arrived at the door.  My mum looked back at me with her sheets
covering her body.

   "GET THE HELL OUT!" Mum yelled surprised.

   "Look...mum," I tried to say in a peaceful way, "There's no need for-"

   "GET OUT NOW!" She said wide-eyed and horrified, "ITS NOT APPROPRIATE
FOR YOU TO SEE ME LIKE THIS!"

   "But mum!  It was only a few weeks ago you allowed me to speak to you
like this.  What ha-?"

   "I WON'T TELL YOU AGAIN!" Mum screamed, "GET OUT!  I STILL HAVEN"T
FORGOTTEN WHAT YOU DID A FEW DAYS AGO!"

   Ryan's 'Fart Monster' drawing entered my brain and filled me with
self-shame.  I began to whimper and cry in front of her.

   "I'm so sorry mum!" I said bawling my eyes out, crying by her door
frame," I feel so ashamed of myself!  I've never been so disappointed in
myself!"

   I sniffled and sobbed, sliding my hand under my mouth and nose to
contain the mucus.

   "You should be sorry!  It makes you SOMEWHAT normal at least!" My mum
said very stern.

   I looked up to her for a glimmer of hope.

   "When will you forgive me?" I said swaying my arms.  My lips were
wiggling and my eyed welled up with tears.

   Mum then walked over to me with the sheets tightly around her.  She
kneeled down and matched her face with mine.  She looked into my eyes with
absolute contempt, resentment and disdain.

   "WHEN I'M FUCKIN READY!"

   SLAM!!

   The door was shut and I let go of my tears.  I whaled out and began to
hyperventilate from the heartbreak.  Mucus continued to run down my chin.
Everything around me was blurry.  It was like my brain was malfunctioning.
I shook and shuddered and became very cold.  My hips gyrated within my
pants as this crazy emotion overtook me.

   Splat!!!

   I looked down at my pants and a patch of more mucus formed and grew
between my crouch.  I knew I orgasmed; it was building up inside me all
day. But I didn't mistake it for pleasure.  It was a far more strong and
powerful feeling; a feeling that made me helpless and weak.  It was a
feeling I knew was never going to go away; and would play its part in my
downfall.

   CHAPTER FIVE

   The following couple of weeks leading up to our trip to the
'Snow-Plains' was a blur.  I waited eagerly for my mother to treat me like
she used to.  But it never happened.  Mum continued to shuffle past me
uncomfortable and without a word.  I couldn't believe how long this
situation had dragged out.  She was being borderline emotionally abusive.

   It was all because of something I didn't do.  As the days continued I
became less and less adamant about bringing it up to her until I gave up on
the topic all together.  Will my mother treat me this way forever?

   "You're almost connected up Penny," twelve-year-old Ryan said, clicking
through my mother's computer with the mouse and setting her up on the home
Internet network.

   Mum was never very good at computers and only got the Internet for the
house to help me with my school work.  Because her colleagues were up to
date, Mum seemed to be under pressure to get connected to the
world-wide-web.  The house was connected through a home-network that
broadcasts the internet signal via a router.  Ryan was helping connect her
up with the help of his father, who was not very good at computers, laptops
or tablets as well.

   I offered to set it up for Mum.  But she waved me away and said she
would get one of her work friends to figure it out.  It turned out she
asked Ryan's father Brendan; who then asked his son Ryan.  I sighed in
dread when I heard that news.

   Andrew, Justin, Josh were at my house too.  We were hanging out in the
lounge-room drinking lemonade and playing videogames on the carpet.  I
listened intently to my mother and Ryan in the other room.

   "You will love this program Penny," I heard twelve-year-old Ryan say,
"This program is an instant message program where you can chat with friends
and random people if you want."

   "Oh I don't know if I'm interested in that stuff," Mum said chirpy and
ignorant.

   "It's pretty handy Pen," Ryan's father said, "It can be used for
emergencies and chatting with people from over sea's with no cost what so
ever,"

   "Yeah," Ryan added, "It can also help you out with dates and a
relationship as well,"

   Justin, Josh and Andrew laughed next to me when they heard that; their
eyes still glued to the television screen.  I listened very eagerly and
already caught on to what Ryan was planning.

   "Really?" Mum said, "That's quite handy.  How do I get that set up?"

   "I'll show you," I heard Ryan say sweetly.

   Later in the evening, everyone except my mother and I had left the
house. My mum and I remained silent towards one another.  She made dinner
as usual but left it on the bench like she had been doing for the last few
weeks.  Mum and I used to eat dinner with one another before all this mess.
But now days I just frown and collect my plate and take my dinner to my
room and eat alone.

   Mum spent the entire night on her computer exploring the Internet for
the first time.  I would sometimes walk out to collect something to drink
and would hear her giggle and laugh from the computer room.  I sneaked
towards it and noticed she was talking with someone on the chat-program
Ryan downloaded for her.

   As one could guess; I was already putting the pieces together.  I was
going to check out my mum's chat history and see who she was flirting with.

   I got up very early the following morning to check her computer.  After
I turned it on the desktop interface quickly came into my view on the
screen.  My mother didn't have any password.  The instant message program
logged on automatically.

   I looked through my mother's recent contacts and instantly noticed one
by the name of 'Rhyno'.

   I shuddered and clicked on the contact to the view the conversation
history between my mother and this 'Rhyno' fellow.

   "Hey," Rhyno started.

   "Hello..." My thirty-year-old mother replied, "Who are you?"

   "My name is Rhyno.  I noticed your profile picture while browsing
through the members list of the program.  You're a very pretty lady."

   "Thank you very much...Do you have a profile picture of yourself?"

   "Umm...no sorry not on this computer anyway."

   "Oh...ok that's fine," mum began another line, "I'm new to this Internet
and instant message thing."

   "Really?" Rhyno started another line, "Well...I can help you out with
that.  I could show you around to a lot of websites."

   "Really?  Oh that's so nice of you Rhyno!  Thank you very much. 
Kisses."

   I scrolled down the page; looking at more texts of innocent flirtation
and banter.  It made me so mad.  Even though it was rather tame and
innocent I knew it was twelve-year-old Ryan on the other end of the line.
He was talking to my mum like she was his equal; like he was her age.

   "How old are you anyway?" My mum asked Rhyno.

   "Thirty-years-old, just like you," Rhyno replied.

   "How do you know that I'm thirty-years-old?" Mum asked.

   "It states your year of birth in the profile description.  You put the
information in when you signed up to use this program."

   "Oh, that was one of my son's friends who set me up.  I'm not very good
at computers; I told you that."

   "...How old is your son?" Rhyno typed.  Like he didn't know.

   "He's thirteen turning fourteen,"

   "Oooh...so you're a young mummy...I bet you have the most beautiful,
full and most round bum on the planet."

   My fist clenched when I saw that sentence.

   "Ha-ha-ha-ha!  Why Rhyno; you cheeky devil," my mum replied back.

   I remembered her giggling from last night.

   "I wish my bottom was hot like you think Rhyno.  My bum is fat."

   "Trust me.  I'm sure your arse is beautiful.  You just don't know it
yet."

   Ryan knew full well what my mum's arse looked like.  It was the most
beautiful, fullest and most glorious piece of rump meat I ever laid eyes
on. "I bet all your son's friends think about you all the time."

   "A thirty-year-old woman like me?  I don't think so!  They are only
twelve and thirteen years old.  They don't think about stuff like that."

   "I don't think you understand boys.  Did you say they were twelve and
thirteen?  That means they are very horny.  They probably masturbate over
you every night."

   "Really?  They think of me like that?"

   "Offcourse!  Plus your son...geesh!  You must be driving him crazy!  I
would want to make love to you if you were my mum!"

   "My son?  Scott?  No way!  That's disgusting!"

   "Why?" Rhyno instantly typed, "Is he too ugly?"

   "No-no...he is my son that's all...that type of thing is wrong."

   "What about Scott's friend?  The one that set you up on the Internet."

   "Oh...you mean Ryan?  Yeah he's a sweet kid...but that's just it...he's
a kid."

   "A horny kid," Rhyno typed a matter of fact.  "It's probably the reason
why he was so eager to help with connecting you up.  He wanted to be a
little gentleman and do you a favour."

   "Well it didn't start out like that." Mum explained, "I asked his father
Brendan first.  But Brendan didn't know much about computers either; so he
asked his son Ryan to connect me up."

   "Why didn't you ask YOUR son?  Surely he could have connected you up
easily being that his generation knows a bit about computers."

   "My son and I are not really talking at the moment.  He did a cruel
horrible thing to me."

   "What did he do?" Rhyno asked; knowing full well what mum was talking
about.

   "Never mind.  It's really embarrassing.  Let's just say he spread a
horrible ridiculing rumour about me at his school and it broke my heart. 
He really disrespected me."

   "What a little bastard.  I would be kissing your feet and thanking you
every day I was alive if I was your son!  Where was his dad during all
this? If I were him I would smack your son's bum and teach him not to
disrespect his mother!"

   "His dad and I divorced and he lives somewhere in Europe."

   "Do you want me to come over?" Rhyno boasted, "I could teach him a
lesson.  He probably needs some male authority in the household."

   Just try it Ryan.  I glared at the text with evil eyes.

   It was no mistake that Ryan was a bony little weed compared to me.  I
had muscles and testosterone enough to destroy all my friends at once if I
wanted to.  I was known as the school 'tank'.  An unstoppable force of
shoulder muscles and biceps that looked overly developed for a boy my age.
Many of the boys in my grade complained that I was taking steroids which
simply wasn't true.

   "No that's not necessary Rhyno.  I have given Scott a talking to; don't
worry about that."

   The conversation continued with boring banter until it ended with them
both saying goodbye to one another.  They both promised to keep in touch
and remain friends.  I logged off the program and shut the computer down. I
walked through the hallway to my room; opened my door and landed face down
into my bed and pillow to catch up on sleep.

   BANG!  BANG!  BANG!

   The hard rhythmic thumping on my door startled me and made me jump out
of my covers naked.

   "I'M FUCKING COMING IN BOY!" I could hear a rough male voice in his
early thirties yell violently through my bedroom door from the hallway.

   "Really Rhyno!" I could hear my mum squeal, "There is no need; really!"

   SLAM!

   The door swung open and bounced into the door-stopper protecting the
adjacent wall.

   There stood a tall muscular man.  He looked thirty-years-old.  He was
wearing a blue police uniform with a batten tied behind his waist and a
handgun strapped at his side.  His face was blurred by the hallway light
behind him.

   I whimpered and crawled frightened and embarrassed back into my bed
covers as the man walked closer and closer.  His tall frightening presence
made me shake and shudder in fear.  As he walked closer and closer; his
facial features revealed themselves as he leered over me; I was a scared
and naked thirteen-year-old body, peeping out of my bedcovers.

   It was Ryan's face.  But eighteen years older.  He was tall and
muscular; a huge difference compared to the skinny weedy twelve-year-old
boy I knew.  His hair was much shorter with small signs of recede.  The
shape of his head was more box shaped like a stereo typical marine built
for war and combat.  His shoulders were large and he was at least six feet
tall.  He towered over me with such power.

   Big Ryan threw the bedcovers off my bed.  I laid there bare naked and
humiliated in front of him.  He grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into
my bedroom wall.  I heaved helpless and weak tears of frightened horror ran
down my cheeks.

   "Talking back to your mother CUNT!" He screamed in my face, saliva
sprayed lightly on my face with the booming intensity of his angry voice,
"Spreading disgusting rumours about her YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!"

   Ryan then threw me belly first on to my bed.n My bare thirteen-year-old
bum was in perfect display as I was bent over the side of the bed.  I
looked back horrified at the powerful man behind me and watched him
unbuckle his belt.

   Ryan then folded the belt in half and prepared for his punishment on my
bum.

   SWAP!!

   "ARrrgghh!" I screamed out.  The piercing pain was a numbing sensation
on my arse.

   WHAP!!  WHAPP!!!

   "Eeeeiiigh!!  OooooooH!!" I whaled and squirmed as my bare pale buttocks
thrashed about in helpless submissive display.

   It went on and on.  Ryan hit me so hard I thrashed out my bum in agony
and protruded my arse out in a funny and obscene way.

   "Hahahahaha!" I heard a group of people laugh behind me and my red
lashed buttocks.  I looked behind myself; beyond my swollen bottom.  My
eyes were wide and my cheeks were crusty with tears.

   I could see Ryan holding the folded belt, he had returned to the age of
a twelve-years-old.  Mum was laughing next to him wearing tight black
lingerie and had a strap-on penis that she was stroking harshly.  Justin,
Josh and Andrew were behind them both.  They stood out in the hallway
getting a view of my humiliation.  It was followed by harsh loud laughter.
Everyone laughed uncontrollably at me.

   I remained bent over on the bed.  I was too weak to move or get up.  I
pressed both my hands on either side of my skull and shook it
uncontrollably.  My eyes were wide as I rattled my brain and brought myself
to a nervous breakdown.

   "NO!!!  NO NO NO!!!" I screamed shaking my skull as I was bent over
naked in front of my laughing tormentors.  I began to laugh uncontrollably
with them.  Tears were streaming down my face and my eyes remained wide and
never blinking.  I laughed and took deep breaths of sorrow all at once.  My
laughter was no longer sounding like laughter but terrified screams.

   I opened my eyes and woke up in a sweaty mess.  I looked down at my
crotch and was ashamed that it was a sticky white mess.

   I stared up at the ceiling and thought about my horrifying wet-dream.  I
couldn't get rid of these horrible feeling.  Slowly but surely Ryan was
trying to seduce my mother.  He was getting closer and closer.  When he
does he will become a proud powerful man that will rule my household.  It
sounded paranoid; but Ryan's mission was true and becoming a success.  I
wanted to do something about it; I needed to do something about it.

   I read once that dreams can be a warning sign for things to come.  These
intense dreams I was having meant one of two things.

   The first was that I'm going crazy and my subconscious fear of Ryan is
pure invention.

   Or; it's a glimpse of the future; a premonition of sorts.  I needed more
evidence to prove such an unbelievable thing.

   Because that one bit of evidence will help me answer the ultimate
question.  Should I kill Ryan?

   CHAPTER SIX

   I was sitting alone and naked on the kitchen table.  Everything was a
blur.  I looked towards the kitchen bench and saw my mother who was also
naked while cleaning and cooking.  I called out to her but she couldn't
hear me.  Another boy stepped into my vision fully clothed and with a
school backpack on.

   The boy was none other than my enemy, twelve-year-old Ryan.  He walked
up to my mother and kissed her passionately on the mouth.  I tried to
scream at them but no noise came out.  I tried to shake myself out of the
chair but it was like I was glued or magnetized there.  I saw Ryan cup one
of my mother's arse-cheeks in his hands and smile cheekily at her; they
both ignored me completely.  Or maybe I was so insignificant that they
didn't even notice me.  "See you after school...mum." Ryan said in a sexy
tone to my mother.

   "See you after school my little Honey-Bun," mother said to him with a
voice as smooth as butter.

   Tears streamed down my face.  Ryan ran out the front door in glee like I
usually would.  I cried and cried.  Mother just walked towards the front
door without even looking at me.  I held my hands up to my face and noticed
that they were crumbling; literally crumbling away.  My fingers and thumbs
slowly broke away like dry sand one by one.

   "NO!  No please!" I cried to myself "I want to exist!  This is my world!
Please don't take it away from me!"

   I let out a blood curdling cry as I dissolved away.  All the energy in
my body got more and more concentrated around my crotch area.  I shook and
shuddered in shock as I looked towards my mother.  She was showing her
beautiful bare arse to me.  She was mocking me with a full moon.  A
glorious full moon!

   "Mummy...Mummy...Mummy"

   I gyrated my hips as I dissolved away.  The bum-hole between her milky
white cheeks pulsated open and close.  Yes, yes, grant me this final
pleasure before I turn into worthless specks of dust!  Yes!  YES!  YEEEEES!

   "MUMMY!!"

   I was blown away.

   I opened my eyes and found myself in the back seat of the family car. 
My mother was driving the car.  Also, my so called 'friend',
twelve-year-old Ryan was sitting next to my mum in the front passenger
seat. He had called for the front seat before we left for our trip.  He
wanted to sit next to my beautiful and busty thirty-year-old mother.  It
had been a long tiresome wait while we were driven to the Snow-Plains.

   "How long have we been on the road?" I asked my mum as I rubbed my eyes.

   "A couple of hours." Mum said all chirpy and smiling, "Only an hour and
a half to go."

   Ryan's father Brendan grew ill in the past week before our trip.  He
became pale and was coughing all the time.  So his doctor told him that he
couldn't go out in the snow for holiday.  Ryan's older brother Mickey
decided to stay home too.  Fifteen-year-old Mickey had a girlfriend he was
obsessed with and preferred not to leave her.

   So it was just Ryan plus my mum and I who travelled to the Snow-Plains
for the long weekend.

   I was already feeling paranoid.  Ryan had continued to contact my mum
through the chat program under the alias 30-year-old 'Rhyno'.  The chat
history contained mostly innocent conversations.  Ryan was being funny and
saying silly jokes.  My mum was easily pleased; I remember her laughing
from my room while she was using the computer.

   A couple days later, I accessed the final chat-history I would ever read
between them.  They hinted that they wanted their conversations to go a
step further.  Sneaky twelve-year-old Ryan had obtained my mother's
mobile-phone-number and stated to her that I, her son Scott, could easily
come across the inappropriate chat-history on her computer.  'Rhyno'
suggested that she input a password and talked her through the process.

   My computer-ignorant mother couldn't figure it out that night because I
could access her data then.  But twelve hours later a password blocked me.
I was banned from the cyber realm of my mother and Ryan's pornographic
conversations.  I was red with jealousy.  Yet for some strange reason I was
intrigued.  I wanted to know the naughty things my mom was saying and the
persona I was forbidden to know.

   As I sat in the back seat I looked at Ryan and my mum with a deep frown.
They giggled with one another.  Ryan was saying something funny or rude and
mum was giggling hysterically at his japes; unaware that she was talking
with her internet lover 'Rhyno'.  He made fun of people in other cars when
we found themselves stuck in traffic.  Watching them both laugh and look
into each other's eyes like they loved one another made me very depressed.
I nudged my head into the backseat and tried to sleep the rest of the way.

   As I drifted off to sleep Ryan's laughter sounded more sinister.  It
sounded like he was laughing at the situation.  It sounded like he was
laughing at me.

  
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...

   It was a shame Brendan couldn't join us on our trip.  We both paid for
it together and it was a shame and a major expense for him that he missed
out.  There was no way he was getting a refund.  Mickey, Brendan's eldest
son decided to stay home as well; to look after his sick father, sweet
thing.  We couldn't get two of Scott's other friends to fill their place
because their parents were not comfortable with the situation on such short
notice.  So we just made do with the three of us.  I sighed as I drove up
through the hazy highway realising that I was the only adult amongst these
two rowdy adolescent boys.

   Twelve-year-old Ryan called the front seat as many immature boys do for
competition.  He was a sweet kid.  He was small and skinny and had naughty
narrow eyes and short brown hair.  Poor little Ryan never knew his mother
because she died giving birth to him.  I think he latches on to me a bit to
compensate.  He even asked me if he could call me "Mum" in private and that
I call him "Son" or "Honey-Bun" and so on.  He looked so cute asking me
that I simply couldn't refuse.

   So little Ryan these last few weeks has been calling me 'Mummy' behind
my son Scott's back.  Rather flirtatiously I might add.  As cute as it was;
what we were sharing was inappropriate.  I shouldn't allow little Ryan's
adolescent feelings be focused on me.  Maybe I will put a stop to our
little game after we return home from the snow.

   Life back home was more than interesting.  Despite Ryan's fathers flirts
and favours; I have always rejected him.  He was a nice guy.  We are
colleagues at a shop I work at and he was the father of one my son's
closest friends.  But Brendan wasn't my type.  I like the bad-boy type.

   Brendan and his youngest son Ryan set me up on the Internet.  Through
it, I met this really hot guy on this Internet chat program.  I haven't
seen a picture of him; but from how he has described himself he sounds
H-O-T.  He calls himself 'Rhyno' and he said he was my age.  We started off
chatting like really good friends.  He was good enough to teach me some
things about the internet.  He told me about passwords and how to lock out
people from reading up on your information and chats like we were having
with each other.

   As soon as my conversations with 'Rhyno' were more secure; our chats
become more erotic.  So much so that I revealed my deepest darkest and most
twisted fantasies to this guy.  The type of fantasies you would never tell
a person in the open.  The Internet had changed me.  I had never become so
hot and bothered in all my life.  Even in real sex.  It wasn't fair either;
'Rhyno' barely told me any information about himself and would pry me for
information instead.  I would sigh, relent, then cum.

   'Rhyno's mere 'instant messaging' sent me through many orgasms.  More
orgasms than my husband ever gave me and more then Brendan could ever try
to give me; no offense to him.  My legs would scramble and wobble on the
computer chair.  My knees would lock, my eyes would scrunch and my lips
tremble as my inner thigh went slick with hot salty water.  I would put my
hand over my mouth; muffling myself as I tried not to squeal.  I hoped my
son Scott didn't hear me.

   All in all, I was in love with 'Rhyno'.  I had never even seen the man
but I knew we were of one heart and soul.  He indulged every single little
detail about my secret fetishes and sent me through an orgasmic frenzy
every night.  He already knew my address and phone number.  I begged him to
come over.  If he would even call me so I could hear his voice!  But he
wouldn't agree to that.  He wanted to keep things mysterious.

   So 'Rhyno' spiced things up by sending me a very special present in the
mail.  I opened it up with glee in my bedroom.  It was a wireless double
love-egg.  The two vibrating pleasure eggs were attached to each other with
a string like material.  The remote control was missing.  I smiled when I
knew what that meant.  'Rhyno' would be walking or driving past from time
to time and giving my love-eggs a zap with his button; how exciting!  Even
though I will be too far for him to reach as I travel to the snow during
the long weekend; I still keep one egg in my pussy and one egg in my anus
as commanded by him before I left.  I knew 'Rhyno' had to be handsome but
at that point I didn't care what he looked like or how old he could be. 
'Rhyno' knew how to make my life fresh and interesting.

  
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...

   I had finally woke up.  We had arrived at the Snow-Plains.  It was about
time!  Our car was parked near a large wooden looking cabin that looked
comfortable and warm.  The three of us opened our doors and exited the car.
Snow drifted from the sky and filled the environment with white and blue.
The flickering red and yellow light of a fire place from within the cabin
window gave me a strange vibe about the experience I may receive over this
long LONG weekend.

   Mum and Ryan laughed and dashed ahead of me, leaving their things in the
car.  I grabbed my belongings first thing instead.  I watched from behind
as Mum and Ryan ran side by side as they entered the front cabin door.  I
smiled as I saw my Mum's big bum wobble and sway within her warm tracksuit
pants.  I dragged my belongings through the front door and almost caught up
with the both of them when I heard them talk with the Cabin and Resort
Manager who had the keys to our rooms in the large multi-family cabin.

   Before I revealed myself by walking around the corner of the cabin
hallway I listened to what they had to say.

   "Why hello there madam," I heard the man say with the sound of rattling
keys.

   "Hello there, "My mother said very chirpy, "We were the people that
booked three rooms; however two of our group couldn't make it so we
re-booked and changed it to two rooms."

   "Ah yes, offcourse; I remember.  No problem at all," The man said, "and
who is this young man?  Your son right?"

   My eyes went wide just when twelve-year-old Ryan's voice cut in.

   "YES" Ryan said instantly.

   "N..n...Well," My mum tries to say.

   "Offcourse you're her son," The man said loud and friendly, "The way you
both rushed in with one another; you both have the same glow and energy!"

   I was red again.  Angry that Ryan was mistaken for my mother's son. 
Ryan was mistaken for what was my loving role in her life!

   I walked around the corner; angry, and with belongings in hand.

   "Hey!" The Resort Manager yelled at me like I was some intruder, "Who
are you?"

   "Oh I'm apparently just some stranger," I said bitterly, looking at my
mother and Ryan with an expression of scorn.

   Mum awkwardly explained that 'I' was indeed her son.  The manager
quickly apologised and led us to our rooms.

   We were lead to two rooms next to each other at the end of the hall.

   Mother's room was at the very end and was the most large and luxurious.
It had a much bigger suite then the room Ryan and I were going to share. 
Her room also had more electricity sockets to plug electrical and computing
equipment in.

   "I'm sleeping in your mum's room tonight." Ryan said at once.

   "What?!" I yelped in shock, "No you're not!"

   "But your mum's room has got all the electric sockets I need to charge
my lap-top, tablet, phone and my video-games!"

   "I don't care!  You're not staying in my mum's room!  Forget it!"

   "Ryan," Mum said with a light voice, "I'm sure there is enough power
outlets for you and Scott to share-"

   "-There's not though!" Little Ryan said sad, putting on a dramatic
frown, "I really want to charge up my stuff at once.  I'm worried about my
sick dad and want to be able to contact him on my computer soon."

   Liar, I thought.

   "Please Penny," Little Ryan continued to plead sweetly like the innocent
little boy he wasn't, "Just for one night.  Pleeease!"

   "Oh alright Ryan," Mum said giving in.

   My eyes widened in shock even more.

   "Only for one night though ok." Mum continued, "You and Scott are
friends and need to spend time with each other you know."

   "Oh offcourse Penny," Ryan said innocently, just before he turned to
look back at me with an evil smile.

   I watched as twelve-year-old Ryan and my thirty-year-old mother entered
her room together.  The hallway seemed to shrink as they entered the dark
void of the room.  Mother switched the light on and a glorious yellow glow
erupted from within and out to where I was standing.  I wanted to hiss like
a cat.

   I put my arm over my brow to shield my eyes from the glorious area in
which I was forbidden to cross.  Ryan and mother looked back at me with
content smiles.  My mother sharply turned and Ryan put his skinny hands out
to the sie to close the door.

   The door slammed shut.  My heart began to race.

   For over an hour I sat alone in my resort room.  Why hadn't they both
left the room yet?  I rocked myself backwards and forwards at the edge of
my small bed.  I looked out the window and saw the cold snow falling and
imprisoning me.  My heart didn't stop racing all evening.  I couldn't take
it anymore!

   I hopped off my bed, opened my door and exited out into the hallway.  I
walked straight next door to check up on Ryan and my mum.

   I knocked on my mom's door.  When there was no answer I pushed forward
and rattled at the doorknob.  The door was locked.

   CHAPTER SEVEN

   Twelve-year-old Ryan and I walked inside my resort room.  My son's
friend closed the door and locked the door behind him for some reason.  The
first thing I wanted to do was have a shower.  This cold weather was
already getting to me.  A king size bed was situated at the left of the
room with a large window behind it.  There was also an extendable sofa
opposite the bed.  A suite was directly ahead.  I could see the snow
falling outside the window.  The mere sight of it made me shiver.

   "Your electronic plugs are right near the couch Ryan," I said sweetly.

   "Thanks Penny," Ryan seemed to find the wall sockets before I pointed at
them.

   "I'm going to have a shower.  Then we can go and check the whole Snow
Resort out" I said in my friendly chirpy way, "I won't be long."

   "No problem," The boy smiled with a cheeky grin.

   I entered the suite without thinking to close the door and got
undressed. I pulled my pants down below my buttocks to my ankles.  I pulled
my pants off and placed them on the sink near the shower.  I pulled my
mobile phone out of the pockets and placed it on top of them.  I then took
my sweater and shirt off.  At this stage I was only wearing my pink panties
and bra.  My arse felt a bit itchy as my panties were caught between my
moist bum-crack.

   As I flicked at my arse-crack, trying to unstick the pink panty material
from my moist inner bum flesh; I realised that twelve-year-old Ryan might
be watching this inappropriate image.  Silly me, I'm so used to walking
around naked around the house that I forgot to close the door.  It was only
around a month ago that I decided not to walk around naked anymore; because
Scott expressed his concern about it.

   "Can you please not be naked when I get home from school.  " I
remembered my son Scott say, "I could have invited one of my friends over
from school today.  What if one of them saw you?"

   In retrospect, I was annoyed with Scott for saying that.  He hardly
invited his 'friends' over anyway.  Plus he made me feel uncomfortable with
my own body.  No woman wants to feel that way!  I still haven't forgiven
him for drawing that horrible picture of me a couple of days later and
making copies for boys in his school.  But I tried to put those thoughts of
betrayal behind me.  We were on holiday for the long weekend and we were
there to have fun and be positive.

   I was about to close the suite door when my phone beeped and vibrated.

   I had received a text message.  I picked it up and read the screen.

   "Leave the suite door open," the text read.

   My eyes went wide like saucers.  My heartbeat raced.  What the fuck!  As
I received the emotional shock of my life from the text message I got a
literal shock right afterwards in my private place.

   My pussy and arse vibrated as the love-eggs inside of my holes shook and
twirled.  I bent over, grasping my hands on the side of the sink as this
overwhelming and intense feeling overtook me.  My eyes rolled to the back
of my skull and I stuck out my tongue shamelessly towards the mirror.  My
bum and legs quivered and twitched in torture.  There was nothing I could
do except relent and give in.  The feeling was too powerful as I wiggled
and squirmed my arse all over the place.

   I was almost there!  Oh yeah it was twitching inside of me!

   YES...YEEESS!

   But then to my frustration I was released from its grasp.  The two eggs,
one in my pussy and the other in my anus had stopped vibrating.  No orgasm
for me yet.  After lifting myself from the sink I instantly walked out into
the room with just my bra and panties and looked towards the window.  White
snow flowed like autumn leaves.  To my front left; little twelve-year-old
Ryan had his eyes on his laptop computer and tablet.

   Thirty-year-old 'Rhyno' followed me here; I thought at first, and gazed
at the window to the right.  Oh my goodness this was so exciting and risky.
But having thought about it for a little while longer it didn't make sense.
There was no pathway leading around the cabin where a man would be
comfortable enough to move through such deep un-ploughed snow.  Plus, while
'Rhyno' knew I was at the 'Snow-Plains Resort'; he didn't know my room
number.  So there was no way he could know which window to look into and
see me walk in the suite.

   But he did, he had to, it happened!  'Rhyno' was in range to shock me
with the vibrating love-eggs as well!  But how was he in range?  I couldn't
see him.  Was he hiding outside the window somewhere?

   The phone beeped and vibrated on the sink again.  I grabbed it and read
the message.

   "Hurry up and have a shower!  Your smelly bum needs a wash!" The text
read.

   I blushed when I saw those words.  'Rhyno' knew just what to say to make
me horny.  He was mind-fucking me with my fantasy it seemed.  At that stage
I didn't care how thirty-year-old 'Rhyno' was doing it.  I was going to
obey him.

   I stripped, pulling off my bra and panties instantly.  I didn't care if
little twelve-year-old Ryan saw me naked.  I'm sure the boy wasn't
interested in women yet anyway.  Especially women with a 'big old arse'
like mine.

   I strode in the shower with a sexy walk; taking my phone in with me and
placing it on the soap compartment where it couldn't get wet so long as I
aim the shower's head away.  I turned the hot water on and it ran down my
face, hair and shoulders.  Steam was already smothering me.  I grabbed the
soap and rubbed it up and down the sides of my body.  Soapy water flowed
down and reached my bum.  My arse cheeks were so wide that it caught the
soapy water and guided it the centre of my bum crack.  It tickled my inner
crack so much.  I then stuck out my arse rubbing the soap foam all over my
big bulbus cheeks and wiggled it playfully for my 'cyber-lover' out the
window.

   I looked between my legs while I did it.  Little twelve-year-old Ryan
didn't seem to be looking.  He just had his eyes on his laptop computer and
his smart-phone.  I looked towards part of the window where I was hoping to
at least see the figure of a man.  But I saw nothing.  I sighed in
frustration and shook my arse more playfully; giving the guy even more of a
show as water ran down my body.  I was rewarding thirty-year-old Rhyno's
mysteriousness.

   The phone beeped and I read it with my face wedged against the shower
wall.

   "Keep wiggling it 'fat bum'!  Give me a funny show!" The text read.

   I squealed and squirmed when I saw those words.  At that very moment I
didn't have a care in the world except playing 'Rhyno's' orgasm game.  I
bent over further and wedged my head against the wet shower wall even
harder.  I then proceeded to wiggle my big arse harder and faster; poking
it out of the shower cubicle and shaking it in an obscene way for my
wonderful 'Rhyno' to see and laugh at me; and perhaps get off over it too.

   Just keep your eyes on your computer and phone little Ryan, I thought.

   As I did these obvious things; bending over and gyrating my big soapy
arse in front of my 'internet cyber lover' who was apparently outside the
room window; and a naive and innocent twelve-year-old boy looking at his
technology; I thought back to the memories I had when I was in middle
school.

   Middle-School was a time of my life of great humiliation.  So much so
that it was the origin of me developing my fantasy that 'Rhyno' indulges
for me online and sends me through addictive humiliating orgasms.

   Ill confess, I am a humiliation junky, a sexual masochist that loves
mental and verbal abuse.  I wasn't always this way.  I was brought up as a
regular, innocent and good looking girl with blonde pig-tails.  A hair
style quite popular for young girls at the time.  My fetish didn't manifest
itself until a traumatic and humiliating event in the seventh grade in
school.

   I had already turned thirteen-years-old that year.  I had an important
speech due for my literature assessment and had practiced all week for it.
I wasn't a very good public speaker; especially then.  I was so nervous.

   Anyway, the hour of reckoning happened and I was in front of my entire
literature class.  I had carefully planned my speech to last for five
minutes.  I was actually doing quite well.  I researched information from
many sources and I had lots of content to talk about.  The lady teacher to
my right was looking at me rather impressed.  The classroom in front of me
had mixed emotions.  Some were eagerly looking at me to see if I would
screw up somehow.  Others had their heads slouched on the palms of their
hands; daydreaming my speech away.  I actually preferred if they were doing
the latter.

   Just when I thought it was all over and it would done and dusted;
something happened that made all of my class's eyes light up.

   "I wanted to conclude and say thank you to my fellow students and
teacher for listening to my-"

   Pfft!

   It was so short and quick but everyone heard it.  All my peer's eyes
instantly went wide like diamonds with huge grins on their faces; right
before an eruption of harsh loud laughter filled the classroom and drummed
through my ears.  I stood their straight as an arrow in shock.  I looked
into the eyes of the all the boys in class.  They were wide and glazed with
mocking hilarity.  I knew a few boys in my classroom had a crush on me. 
But I looked into those boys eyes as well and their expression was the same
as the others.  Mocking, mocking, mocking!

   I ran out of the classroom.  I could hear the teacher calling out to me
but I just kept running with tears in my eyes.  I could hear the whole
school laughing at me as I ran through the main hall and out the front
door. I knew it had to be my imagination; or the echoes of the classroom
bouncing through the main corridor.  But I knew it didn't matter either
way. The entire grade in my school was going to know about my little
accident.  I thought it was the end of the world.

   When I got home I instantly went into my room and threw myself into my
pink pillows.  Tears drenched my pillow sheets.  I was hot and bothered
from running home.  I was so embarrassed.  I wanted to kill myself then
have to deal with the shame.  I imagined returning to school and having to
face the haunting mocking eyes of the all the cute boys in my grade.  With
their cute laughing faces engraved into my brain I began to take my school
clothes off.  Afterwards I put my hands under my panties and start to play
with my clit.  I rubbed and flicked at it; still thinking about the mocking
faces of the boys at my school.

   "THEY-!"

   Rub rub flick rub rub!

   "ARE-!"

   Flick flick rub flick flick!

   "ALL-!"

   Flick rub flick!

   "LAUGHING-!"

   Flick rub!

   "AT-!"

   Rub flick!

   "MEEEEEEE!!"

   Let it out!  I told myself.  Let it all out!  The hopelessness, the
fear, the heartbreak!  I twiddle my fingers even more frantic.  My clit
didn't need much more stimulation.  I threw my legs out high and tightened
with the image of surrounding laughing boys mocking my small squeaky bowl
movement.  The humiliation; oh my, the humiliation!

   YES...YEESS....YEEEESSSSS!!!

   SPLAASH!

   I was back in the shower at present time again.  I had orgasmed right in
the open shower in front of an ignorant twelve-year-old boy looking at his
computer.  My only son's friend!  I was so shameful.  But I grinned; I was
so naughty.

   It was because of Scott I had these shameful feelings again though.  It
true that after the incident when I was a young girl and all the boys
laughed at me; I had went on a self-humiliation masturbation frenzy for
months and months.  I turned my humiliation into an advantage of pleasure.
Better than suicide I concluded.  But then to my surprise a few months had
passed and people stopped laughing at me and calling me names.  I was
popular again and it wasn't the end of the world after all.  Maybe because
I was good looking girl or something.  With that, my humiliation fetish
went dormant by the time that year had ended.  Years later I got married to
Scott's father and after our divorce I made it my mission to be the best
mother in the world.

   The mission backfired however when I found that horrible drawing of me
in Scott's bag nearly a month ago.  It was horrendous; my face was obscene
and ridiculous.

   I was drawn naked with my big arse drawn even bigger; twice the size! 
Green gas was expelling out of my drawn bottom!  I had never felt so
ashamed of my son.  I was still ashamed of him.

   But at the same time I thought about all those boys in my son's grade
laughing about me.  Laughing about my big juicy bum like I was some funny
monster or animal on display.  I quivered with excitement from the thought.

   Those feelings from years ago re-emerged.  I was dripping like an
overheated radiator while I yelled at Scott and told him to go to his room.
All the while seeing the cute mocking faces of the boys from his school. 
While I yelled and cried at my son; it felt like cry of rebirth.  A sign of
change.

   That night I masturbated my pussy for the first time in a long-long
time. I think it was the first time since high school.  I rubbed my pussy
and my arse all through my bedsheets.  Dreams with images and sounds of
thirteen-year-old boys; Scott's friends; Justin, Andrew, Josh and even
Little Ryan laughing at me wide eyed with excitement brought me back to
those new, powerful and intense feelings I had when I was a young
developing thirteen-year-old girl.

   I still clung to the shower wall of my resort room's suite, poking my
wet slippery arse out for 'Rhyno' to see from outside the window.  I wasn't
worried about little Ryan seeing me anymore.  He had his eyes glued to his
technology as usual.  I looked at the time on my cell-phone and I noticed
that forty-five-minutes had passed.  I was in the shower for that long?

   My phone beeped and vibrated for a fourth time.

   "Get out and get dressed now Blubber Butt.  You took your time"

   I quickly sprung out of the shower and pulled my panties and bra back on
before I walked through the suite doorframe.  I walked towards my bed and
got a better look at the window.  I half danced and twirled.  Giving the
man outside a great show.  But I still saw no one.  I was getting very
frustrated.

   Was 'Rhyno' really here?  Were the text from him sent far away and he
had just guessed that I was going to have a shower?

   "I'm going to have a rest for a bit Ryan," I said to Scott's friend,
"Why don't you hang out with Scott,"

   "I will," Ryan explained, "My computer, tablet and phone will be fully
charged soon."

   With that said, I lifted the warm covers off my bed and entered them. 
As I slowly tried to drift off to sleep I thought about the incident that
had just occurred.  I thought about it for what felt like ages; many
minutes had passed.  How was it possible?  How could 'Rhyno' see me and
know what I was doing?  My phone beeped once more.  It vibrated on the wood
of the side cabinet.  I tirelessly reached out for it with a yawn and read
the text message.

   "I was good enough to play with your fantasy.  Now it's time for you to
play with mine.  Mummy :)"

   Lightning struck me as the most obvious answer entered my head.

   Little Ryan, I thought...little twelve-year-old Ryan...he.....he was
thirty-year-old 'Rhy-!

   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

  
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...

   The door was locked!  I had never been so frustrated in all my life!

   Why was the door locked?  It had been two hours!  How long do people
need to take?  I shook my hand at the doorknob frantically.  I pulled and
pushed myself against my mother's resort room door.  But then after much
effort and time spent; the door finally swung open.

   "Calm the fuck down man," Ryan said in a chirpy mocking voice.

   "It's just you both took ages!" I said loud, "You were in there for two
whole hours!  I was bored out of my mind!e Why did you lock the door
anyway?"

   "Scott!" Mum yelled out from her bed, "Stop yelling, I'm trying to get
some rest!"

   From what?  I thought red in the face.

   "You should check the cabin out with Scott now Ryan," Mum said to him in
a queer and worried voice.

   "Sure Penny," twelve-year-old Ryan smiled back at her and left the room
with me.

   Ryan and I then walked down the hall to check out the
Audio-Visual-Playroom.

   "Damn man," Ryan giggled, "I needed the fresh air anyway.  The first
thing your mum did was let a bomb loose on the toilet.  She stunk the whole
room out with her stinky old bum!"

   Twelve-year-old Ryan then laughed at his own joke.

   "Shut the fuck up!" I said, "What would my mum think about you if she
knew you said those things about her?  She would be disgusted with you!"

   Little Ryan then smiled a devilish grin like he knew something I didn't.

   CHAPTER EIGHT

   The three of us ate dinner in the Resort Restaurant not far from the
cabin.  It was a large open space with a red wooden glow to it.  Many
people were around us.  The restaurant was packed and every table was full
with families or groups of rowdy teenagers who travelled on holiday for the
long weekend.  Tables and chairs were situated downstairs and upstairs. 
The sound of people's bickering along with the tapping and scraping of
their knives and forks against their china plates echoed everywhere
challenging the melody and beat of the folk music.  We were seated
downstairs near the bar.  I sat on one side of the table while
twelve-year-old Ryan and my thirty-year-old mother sat on the other side.

   It was rather strange watching them both interact this time around.  It
was hard to hear over all the sound and music but from what I noticed their
expression and vibe was different.  Ryan was looking very sensual and
kneeling into her whispering things in her ear.  My mother didn't laugh or
smile this time.  She looked very nervous and looked from side to side;
thinking someone in the restaurant might over hear.  It was impossible, it
was so loud.  Why are you so scared and nervous looking Mum?  Why are you
blushing as well?

   My eyes widened when I saw Mum place her hand on Ryan's and stroked it
up and down like a loving mother would.  My mouth quivered and frowned.  I
noticed a table of rowdy sixteen-year-old teenage scally lads smiling and
jeering at our table behind Mom and Ryan.  There was four of them.  All
their naughty eyes were glued to my mum's loving gesture towards Ryan.  The
teenage lads lip's moved and said words so obvious I thought I might be a
lip reader.

   Words like 'Milf', 'Hot Mum' and 'Lucky' came out of their mouths.  I
looked down at my plate of food; trying to ignore the atmosphere and vibe
around me.  But it was too late; my little penis had become rock hard.

   "I'll be back!  I'm going to the toilet!" I called out to my mum.

   My mum just looked at me for a second with Ryan hanging off of her and
nodded like she understood.

   With that, I got up and walked past many bickering people as I entered
the male toilets.  I instantly walked to the furthest cubicle away from the
door and sinks ensuring I get better private time.  I open the cubicle
door, roll out a bunch of toilet paper and placed it on the toilet seat.  I
then pulled down my pants and underwear and sat my bum on the covered
toilet seat.  I began to play with myself.

   I grasped harshly at the base of my penis.  I looked down at it with
wide delirious eyes; seeing my pink head bulge beyond my tightly curled
fingers.  Clear pre-cum pooled around it like a protective layer.  I began
to sob as I harshly pulled my cock backwards and forwards; milking it with
all those thoughts of humiliation.  I knelt my sitting body forward;
squinting my eyes as my hand and fingers pleasured the stem of my dick.

   "Mummy," I cried with tears in my eyes, "I love you Mummy."

   Thoughts of Mum and Ryan smiling together on the table was bringing me
over the edge.  I was frantically pulling my cock at this stage.  My whole
body and face was vibrating and bouncing on the toilet seat; making wet,
sticky, clapping sounds.  I whimpered and whined; loud and shameless.

   "MUMMY!" I squealed, "MUUUMYYY!!"

   But then I heard the sound of a door swinging open.  It was then
followed by the sound of familiar young rowdy laughter.

   "Damn mate!" I heard a teenage boy with a cracked voice say, "That mum
out there was hot am I right?"

   Frightened, I slowed my frantic movements.  I still had my hand on my
penis.  I slowly continued to pull it but was much quieter and less frantic
compared to before.

   "Damn right man," I heard his friend reply, "What a beautiful woman. 
That kid sitting next to her must be the luckiest son in the world!"

   My eyes went even wider.  My mouth hung open.  I must have looked like a
crazy freak.  I pulled my penis even more frantic; still making sure to
make no noise.  "Did you get a look at the loser friend watching them in
jealousy?" one said.

   "Yeah he looked so goofy and stupid perving on them."

   I frowned dramatically; my mouth must have looked like an upside-down
crescent moon.  My eyes were pooling with tears.  I pulled at my cock
harder; my eager dickhead was bouncing in and out of the palm of my hand.

   "Imagine the arse that kid out there gets every night," I heard the
first boy say as I heard him enter the cubicle furthest from me and sit
down.

   "Gross, that's called incest mate," I hear his friend laugh.

   "I wouldn't care.  If my mum was that hot I would totally go for it!"

   I glared deliriously at the toilet door, pulling my cock at a more
frantic pace again.  Tears were running down my cheeks.  A waterfall of
tears blurred my vision.  Drool was running down my chin.  My little penis
was hurting from the intense up and down friction.  Was it true?  Had I
neglected my loving mother?  Should I have made such sexual advances on
her? Would she even of let me?  Had I already ruined the greatest
opportunity a boy like me can be given?  I'm an idiot!  I'm such an idiot!

   "I'm telling you mate," The first lad continued to say, "That kid out
there probably kisses his mum's big arse and pretty feet every night before
he goes to bed, not just her face."

   His friend who was in the cubicle next to him laughed.  But those words
sent electricity through me.

   It all happened at once like a single joined movement.  My neck cradled
upwards in a forced distorted pose.  My face changed.  My eyes went even
wider, if that was even possible, dinner plate wide.  My mouth went crooked
like a sideways triangle.  My tongue shot out like a spear, saliva
splattering along with it.  My legs locked, squashing the balls of my
little pee-pee between my legs.  My hands still around the base, shaking
and shuddering.

   "OOOHHHHHHH!  OOOWWWW!" I yelped in distress.

   Greyish white liquid sprung forth from my crotch.  The piercing, burning
sensation was both painful and pleasurable.  Pressure filled my skull.  My
head felt like it was trapped in a vice.  The thunderclap headache blasted
through me like a bomb.  The liquid hit the toilet door and ran down like
glue.

   "What the fuck?" I heard one lad say.

   "Who was that?" The other called out.

   Despite me being so weak post orgasm I sprung up, pulled my pants up and
retreated as fast as a lightning bolt.  I returned to the table flushed and
tired.  Mum and Ryan remained in their loving position like they were
before.  The stress had left me, for now anyway.  I looked at them with an
almost content daze.  They looked back at me with a smile, seeming content
as well.

   The three of us then walked back to the cabin together.  It was cold and
night time.  But there were lights similar to street lights all around the
resort.  So it was easy to see.  Mum looked very cold, crossing her arms
and kneeling forward for warmth.

   I was about to hug her to keep her warm but Ryan beat me too it.  Just
when I was about to put my arm out, Ryan jumped in, shoving his head under
mum's armpit and throwing his skinny arm around her back.  That made me
blush with jealousy.  They both walked ahead of me with their arms around
one another giggling as they waddled ahead of me playfully.  I was behind
them, feeling cold now.  I crossed my arms and kneeled forward like my
mother did earlier on.  But they didn't notice me as they walked further
and further ahead.  I shivered as I saw them walk up the snowy hill
together like they were one warm being.

   "Wait for me!" I called out well behind.

   I watched them walk past our locked family car and towards the light of
the front cabin resort door.  I ran faster and faster to enter the door
with them.  It wasn't like I was going to be locked out.  But it felt
symbolic.  I sprinted faster and faster.  But I wasn't fast enough.  Ryan
and my mother were out of view and back inside the cabin.  I stopped
running and slowly walked with a frown.

   I entered the cabin and walked through the narrow hallway towards the
two rooms at the end.  I instantly walked to my mum's room, paying no mind
of my mine.  I didn't bother knocking.  I grabbed the handle and pushed it
down to open the door.  The handle didn't descend.  It was locked; again! I
still didn't bother knocking.  I felt like I had been punched in the
stomach.  Warm tears streamed down my face again.  I put my fishy sweaty
hands on the door and nudged my head into it.

   I then slide myself down the door and kneeled on the floor helpless and
alone.

  
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   Twelve-year-old Ryan and I entered the room without a word.  I knew he
was 'Rhyno' now.  How could I be so stupid and not put the pieces together
earlier on?  I looked back at the boy.  He was behind me, looking at me
with a naughty grin.  I blushed back at him.  I knew these feelings were
immoral, but he was 'Rhyno', my crush!  My love and my obsession over this
last month was merely a twelve-year-old boy!

   Looking into his young face with his naughty eyes and demeanour, it all
made sense.  Little Ryan was the one who indulged me with my humiliation
fantasies; mostly concerning my large bum.  Little Ryan was the one who
knew all those naughty secrets about me!  Little Ryan was the one who I
truly loved.  These feelings were new but scary.  It added a whole new
level of eroticism for me.  A school boy, my sons cheeky friend, oh my
goodness!

   Ryan just moved silently towards his equipment that was plugged in near
the couch.  It was so strange that we hadn't talked to each other about it
yet.  Even the things he was whispering to me in the restaurant were merely
his playful 'mummy' talk.  HIS fantasy.  Which made sense as well.  Ryan
had lost his mother at birth.  He never knew what it was like to have a
mother.  It was something that was denied to him his entire life.  So it
made sense for him see me as his motherly symbol.

   Ryan sexualised me though, so that means he hit puberty a while ago.  No
prepubescent boy could be so advanced with sex such as he was.  I was
already wet, thinking about the words on the chat-program and looking at
the cute face of the boy that typed them.  He knew me more than anyone.

   I discussed intimate and private things with him but also loving, fun
and passionate things.  I told him about my favourite music and movies.  He
was kind enough to send me links on the internet to my favourite artists.
Even though they weren't his generation of music.  It was so sweet of him.
I discussed my hobbies and interests with him and he would eagerly praise
or encourage me.  He made me blush like I was part of a romantic comedy
film.

   The more I thought about it; the more I realised that Scott never gave
me those things.  Even in an innocent way, he neglected me as a mother.

   It was no denying that I was beautiful and all the boys in Scott's
school talk about my ass like it was for sale; Ryan/'Rhyno' told me online.
It was probably an additional reason why Scott drew that horrible drawing
of me; on top of revenge for me punishing him for making fun of Ryan; he
didn't wan't those boys to be interested in me.  He didn't want me to see
that I COULD be treated better, better then he treats me.

   What am I his servant?  He never appreciated me!  Not like the boys in
his school.  Not like adorable Little Ryan.

   I crawled onto the bed doggie style.  It was time for your reward Little
Ryan.  You deserve the reward only a mother could give to her son.  Warmth,
true warmth.  I peeled off my trousers along with my panties and revealed
my large bare bum cheeks and tightly closed pink pussy.  I looked behind
myself with my knuckles pushed harshly into the bed covers.  I saw the look
on twelve-year-old Ryan's face.  It was a look I will never forget; and,
hopefully forever see.

   Little Ryan stood there.  His shirt was already off.  His skinny
hairless chest heaving with excitement.  His rib cage could be slightly
seen every time he extended his little chest and inhaled.  His bony
shoulders lifted up and down every breath he took.  But his face, oh my
god, his face!  It was so adorable!  His narrow eyes were lit up and wide
as I had ever seen them, staring at my intimate place's between my
bum-cheeks.  I forced my bum-hole to wink at him.  Tears of joy seemed to
be pooling at his eyelids.  I big wide smile like an upright crescent moon
matched with MY full moon in the night.

   He took a couple of steps closer, with that same expression of awe and
ecstasy on his young face; so full of emotion and love.

   "Mummy is ready to receive you my baby boy," I said without shame to my
son's friend.  Giving my lover his fantasy.

   "Mummy!" I heard twelve-year-old Ryan yelp and cry out.

   The next thing I felt as I pushed my face into my pillow and bellowed
out a sound like a Hippopotamus, was the boy's nose and lips lodged between
my cheeks and twisting into my arse crack and pussy.  His skinny cold hands
squeezed my big arse cheeks.

   "Mummy!!" Ryan squealed out, his voice muffled by my big arse.

   I moaned and whined with him.  It felt like his whole body might fall
completely inside of me and he might get lost.  We shuddered together and
we melded together.

   The evening was no longer cold.  Like mother and son; we knew how to
keep each other warm

  
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...

   I sat alone in my smaller resort room pulling my penis backwards and
forwards again.  It seemed like there was nothing else to do.  I was alone
and bored.  I wasn't interacting with anyone.  Ryan didn't want to hang out
with me, even when he wasn't in my mum's room.  Mum was ignoring me
completely.  Had it finally happened?  Had Ryan's succeeded in his master
plan?  No, surely he couldn't of, not yet anyway!

   I bit my lip as I bounced up and down my toilet seat from the frantic
rubbing and pulling from my arm.  I was almost there.  I needed to relieve
myself of this feeling seven fold.  I thought about Ryan being in bed with
my mother.  They were both naked and Ryan's little bare bum was bouncing up
and down between a pair of thick spread grown woman legs.  I pulled my cock
to the rhythm of their 'imaginary' naked bodies bouncing up and down.  His
much smaller body melding into her much bigger one.

   Even though I was imagining it, I let out a violent and instantaneous
sob of a cry.  Tears welled down my face, tickling my nose and giving my
mouth a sour taste.  I pulled faster and faster.  I needed to climax, I
needed to!

   "Ryan!  Oh Ryan!" I could barely imagine my mother saying past the wall
between our two rooms.  It was my crazy imagination; remember!

   I pulled my cock down harshly every single time I thought I heard that
name get cried out.  So harsh that it hurt and I thought I was going to
break my dick.

   "Ryan!  Ryan!"

   "Mummy!  Mummy!"

   "Ryan!  Ryan!  It feels so good"

   "Mummy!  Mummy!  Your so hot!"

   "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" I yelped out and twisted my bum tightly on the toilet
seat.  Ropes and ropes of semen shot out of me and landed on the floor.  I
slouched off the toilet in a daze.  My legs were like jelly.  I breathed
and heaved in and out.  I was so tired.  The 'imaginary' voices from next
door stopped.  Everything seemed to stop around me.  I had never felt so
depressed and alone.

   At least I couldn't be surprised anymore.  I was a pessimist and my best
bet was that Ryan was going to stay in my mum's room throughout the long
weekend At least I'll have plenty of time alone to masturbate, I thought,
as I smiled deliriously at my hands.  My eyes remained wide with tears
making my cheeks sticky.

   What could I do?

   Nothing; I was helpless, and a worthless excuse for a son.

   CHAPTER NINE

   A couple of weeks had passed since I travelled to the 'Snow Plains' with
the boys.  I was looking out the window beyond my pool and washed some
dishes, shielded by the sunlight.  This day was a special one.  It was
Little Ryan's thirteenth birthday.

   Ryan and I hadn't continued our sexual relationship the entire two weeks
since that snowy long weekend.  I promised that starting with his birthday;
that would change.  I waited eagerly for Ryan to arrive in the early
afternoon.  His father, Brendan, allowed him to have a day off school.  It
was the perfect time; while my son Scott studied hard, away from home.

  
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   I sat in maths class in the back corner of the room.  Everyone in my
grade was treating me strange.  I could hear some of them snicker and
giggle about me.  I tried to glue my eyes to the paper and text book on my
desk.  But my eyes kept creeping up and matching some boys or girls.

   They giggle and look away; to my horror.  Why was everyone laughing at
me?

   Somehow I already knew.  Though I didn't want to admit it to myself.

   It was Ryan's birthday, he got a day off school.  Was he at my home with
my mum?  My lips wiggled under my crossed arms around my face.  I didn't
want my peers to see my humiliation.  I didn't want them to see my shame.

   "Sir," I called out, "I got to go to the bathroom,"

   More humiliating giggles surrounded me.

   "He is probably just going to wank, sir," twelve-year-old spiky haired
Justin said; followed by loud laughter this time.

   The teacher excused me and I exited the classroom blushing.  Justin was
a prick, but he wasn't wrong.  My cock was bulging.  I thought it was going
to explode.

   Like a horny stag; I simply couldn't help myself anymore; I needed to
let it out.  Even if the relief only lasted for an hour or two.

  
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   I ran warm soapy water through my hands, I heard the sound of the front
door squeaking open.  I had left it unlocked.  Oh my goodness, finally, it
was him!  It was little Ryan!  After so long we are finally able to have
sex again!

   "Penny?" I heard the boy say meekly.  The sound of him slowly walking
through the house towards the dining area and kitchen sent shivers down my
spine.  I continued to wash the dishes; keeping my calm.

   The now thirteen-year-old boy had entered my view, shaggy haired and red
in face.  He rode his bike to the house.

   "Happy Birthday, my handsome man!" I smiled back at him with my hands
still in the sink.

   "Thanks Mummy," my son's friend smiled as he took a few steps closer
towards me.

   "It's been a long time waiting," I said wiggling my big trouser covered
arse at him.

   "Yeah it has," I noticed him smiling and staring at my big warm bum.

   "So what should we do today?" I said, while slowly taking my hands out
of the sink.  "Everything?" I added with a giggle.

   "No not everything," Ryan quivered in excitement and licked his thin
lips, "We have plenty of time for that.  I want you to stay in that
position.  Put your hands back down in the sink please!"

   I instantly obeyed and dropped my hands in the warm soapy water with a
splash.  "Would you...?" The boy began to ask shy and meek, "would you let
me sniff and lick your bum and pussy...for as long as I like?"

   I looked away from the boy, wide eyed and smiling with glee.

   "Your wish is my command, baby boy," I replied, arching my back and
poking my big covered arse out to him.

   "Mummy!" My son's friend whimpered.  He then dropped to his knees right
behind my bum and unzipped his shorts.

  
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   I sat in my usual toilet cubicle in the school toilets and jerked my
little cock off once again.  My eyes were wide with paranoia; my teeth
gritted with angst.  My fingers and thumb were springing backwards and
forwards between my legs.  My wrist was clicking away from over use.  I
went cross eyed and stuck out my tongue in an obscene helpless way as I
thought about the passionate sex my mother and Little Ryan were having.

   It's my imagination; it's just my imagination!

   I imagined little thirteen-year-old Ryan kneeling behind my
thirty-year-old mother's big trousered bottom with a maniac expression. 
Mum slowly and longingly wiggled it in front of his face for his enjoyment.
He pulled out his cock from beyond the zipper of his shorts.

   Ryan's penis was big; way bigger than mine.  He was pulling at it
eagerly as he tilted his head curiously and stuck his nose out and sniffed
at my mother's trousers where her arse-crack was.  I whimpered helplessly
at that thought.  Ryan was experiencing something so beautiful from her; I
was so jealous.  Why couldn't it be me?

  
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...

   Little Ryan reached one of his skinny arms out.  I felt his fingers on
my skin when he grabbed at my trousers and pulled them down.  My pink
covered bum cheeks wobbled from the aftershock of my trousers descending at
such a quick pace.  I moaned when I felt Ryan's nose and lips pressed
against the panties between my butt-crack.  I could feel his nostrils
flaring up as he smelled my intimate region.  I could feel his lips pushing
and kissing as well.  His face was twisting between my legs and bum cheeks
along with the harsh masturbation he was giving his young cock.

   "Mummy!  Mummy!" I could hear the boy say as he sunk deeper and deeper
into my arse-crack.

   "It's ok baby boy." I coo, reaching back and stroking his hair, "Take
your time baby.  Enjoy it."

   "Mummy!!" I hear him yelp in joy, vibrating his head faster and faster
along with the movement of his frantic pulling and tugging.

   I then felt Ryan try to push and lodge his head even further in my
crevice.  It wasn't possible but Ryan seemed to be so delirious he was
trying to attempt the impossible.  I was so worried that my big buttocks
might crack his little skull like an egg.  But he didn't seem to care.

   "MWOA!!" He yelped out with as gasp of air.  His face finally left the
depths of my pink covered arse-crack.

   "I want to do this forever!" Little Ryan said breathless.

   I just giggled back at him and wiggled my arse at his sweaty young face
even more playful.

   I then felt his hands on my skin again as he grabbed at my panties and
shoved them down below my knees as well.

   "Oooooh!" I squealed in delight, "Hasty now aren't we baby?"

  
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...

   I pulled my cock faster and faster.  If people were to witness to me
they would think I was suffering from a heart attack.  The images of Ryan
playing with my mother's big arse was so vivid.

   With one disgruntled sound that I thought sounded like a snarl, I
imagined Ryan shoving his face between my mum's bare arse cheeks.  Mother
moaned in a passionate deep voice.  Ryan's face was twisting and turning;
losing itself between her arse-crack.  He moved his nose about and tried to
scrape against her bum-hole.  His tongue lapped all around her intimate
areas.

   I then saw his eyed widen even more as he pushed his tongue and slid it
up through mum's thick arse-crack and right past her asshole; collecting
layers of her arse sweat with it.  That made mum yelp in glee.  She moaned
and squirmed against his little head.  It looked like her arse might engulf
him.  I cried; why couldn't it be me being swallowed by her wonderful bum?

   Mum cocked one of her legs helplessly.  Ryan started sucking and pulling
at her clit with his lips; almost gnawing it and tearing it away from the
rest of her vagina.  When that became too much to bare for her, it was like
he read mum's mind and speared his tongue into her pink asshole.  I
imagined her squealing from the feeling of his little tongue joyfully
trying to invade her anal hole.  She shook like electricity ran through her
body.  I shook on the school toilet seat in a similar manor; having mixed
emotions as I cried helplessly while having one of the best masturbation
sessions of my life.  I was having such a thrill thinking about my mother
and 'friend' having sex that I was forever denied to join.  It was so
confusing.

  
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...

   "Aahhh!" I cried out as the boys head was lodged behind me, "Aaahh! 
Aaah!....I wanna suck your dick baby boy!"

   Ryan's head pulled away from my intimate region.  I looked behind myself
and saw him smile with that cheeky grin he gives.  I smiled sweetly back at
him.  I turned around with my pants still bellow my knees.  My arse and
pussy felt so slick and good from his saliva.  I then looked at him and
cupped my wrist under his chin.

   We looked into one another's eyes.  I gazed down at him and him up at
me. We were in love.  It was a powerful forbidden love; but I was never so
sure about anything in my entire life.  I loved little Ryan with all my
heart.  I then lifted him up by the shoulders and sat him at the edge of
the sink.

   He was so light.  His pants were already down.  His large hairless cock
was slick and hard as a rock.  It was a strange look having a penis so big
on a body so skinny, hairless and underdeveloped.

   With one long gasp of air I pushed my face against the base of his cock
and top of his ball sack.  The boy squinted his eyes and let out a long
high pitched moan.  I continued to kiss between the balls and the stem;
working my way up towards the top where his bulbous tip was.  I slowly and
passionately nibbled my lips up against the stem and towards his
circumcised cut dickhead.  It was so thick, red and healthy looking. 
Somehow this boy grew a horse cock from his genetic line.  I wanted to
please it; I needed to please it!

   As soon as my lips touched his red dickhead; Ryan cradled his head up
high and yelped in glee with his eyes squinting tight.  Little Ryan's young
mouth hung open in ecstasy with his tongue hanging out like a puppy dog.

   I slurped and slavered my tongue against the slippery bulbous knob;
gliding back and forth and frantic against his piss-slit.  Ryan squirmed in
voice and body.  His skinny pale legs, feet and toes wiggled, thrashed and
curled.  His stomach was heaving in and out bellow the bones of his
ribcage. It was like he was malfunctioning from pleasure.

   I plunged my mouth and throat up and down Little Ryan's thick pole.  I
could sense that he was close.  I could feel it!

   "Mummy..." Ryan said breathlessly, bending his head downwards now and
squashing his neck as he watched me devour his member, "Muuuummyy!"

   "It's ok baby boy!" I muffle and slurp at my son's friend with his
dickhead half in my mouth, "Let it out!  Let it all out inside mummy's
mouth!" The boy then thrusted his hips faster and faster against my face;
all with an expression of awe and incredulous wonder.

   "Aaahhhh!  AAAhhhh!  AAAAHHHH!" He screamed out.

   SPLURT!

   Thick cream shot and spread around my entire mouth cavity.  I gulped
parts of it down eagerly.

   Minutes later with his cock still resting flaccid in my mouth; I looked
up at Ryan's adorable sweaty face.  He looked down at me with a flushed
smile.  I then reached up and held his face by the chin; gazing at his
intense, piercing narrow eyes.

   "I wish you were my mummy forever." He said, still breathless.

   "I wish you were my son," I found myself saying as I stroked his smooth
face, "Your face is so cute and smooth.  Unlike Scott's face who was
beginning to develop some horrible acne.  His pimples and blackheads really
are unbearable to look at."

   "Yeah I know right?" Ryan giggled, "Looks like Scott's going to be a
crater face.  I kind of feel sorry for him; being so ugly and all.  If his
face offends you so much I can get him out of the house more, so you don't
have to look at him as much."

   I simply said nothing.  I just looked up at this young cocky boy named
'Ryan' and knew that I was in love with his demeanour and spunk.  It didn't
matter that he insulted my son.  I didn't care.  Every word that came out
of this boy's mouth made me drip.

  
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...

   "AAAAAHHH!  ERRGG!" I spurted semen and shook within the toilet cubicle.
Tears were seeping down my face and stinging the pimples on my cheeks.  I
got up and grabbed some toilet paper on the side and wiped my face with it.
As I wiped away the tears I also knocked against some of my pimples,
causing them to burst and bleed.  I tried to wipe away the blood from my
cheeks; but it continued to seep uncontrollable.

   I returned to class helpless and defeated.  I noticed some students who
were late to class had taken my seat in the back corner of the room.  So I
had no choice but to sit at the front corner of the room near a very
beautiful and popular girl.  I was already nervous and lacked confidence as
it was.

   As soon as I sat next to the girl, she sneered at me in disgust and
pointed at my flawed bloody scabby face in horror.  I touched my face in
paranoia and noticed blood was still dripping down my face.  Bloody pimple
puss was now on my fingers.  I looked back at her with a defeated teary
frown.  This beautiful girl gave me the same look of disgust and contempt
my mother has been giving me these last couple of months.  By this stage I
knew I could never win.  But it looked like I was going to be kicked while
I was down.

   CHAPTER TEN

   I sat on a large chair in a open room with a beautiful Latino woman
opposite me.  Sounds great right?  Well...not when this beautiful brunette
is your psychologist and she knows about your deepest darkest secrets. 
Miss Bunda wasn't one to hide her face of contempt and resentment.  Much
like all the other females in my life.  How did she even become a
psychologist?  She is terrible at it!

   "So...Scott...where we left off...you believe your mother is having sex
with your friend?" Miss Bunda said, looking down at her notes; revealing
her clevage to me.

   "I don't just think they are having sex," I replied, "I know it; I
finally saw it happen nearly a month ago.  I told you that, remember."

   "What do you mean when you say 'finally'?" She asked with a raised
eyebrow.  Why did Miss Bunda have to look like she was judging me all the
time?

   "I had been suspecting it for a while before I saw them.  They had been
having sex under my nose for quite some time."

   "What you're saying is very serious.  Your mother having sex with a
minor, let alone; the betrayal she supposably caused you when having sex
with your so called 'friend'."

   "It's all true!  But you have to promise not to tell the authorities.  I
don't wan't my mum going to jail!"

   "She's not," Miss Bunda said, "That is why you are here after all.  You
caused a big fuss by telling the police ; and when your mother's integrity
was threatened in front of your eyes you finally got a heart; snapped to
reality and told the truth.  Resulting in you serving time here."

   "No!" I said frustrated and loud, "I only took back what I said to
protect her.  I felt so depressed and alone when I discovered them having
sex!  It took weeks for me to even gather up the courage to eventually tell
the police a few weeks later."

   "And look what that lie did.  After the police were called in to handle
a domestic dispute; you got a black eye and bruised ribs in the drama. 
Your framed mother realised the disturbed fantasies of her son.  You
finally gave in that day and took your story back; telling the police you
lied.  We know about the incest websites you have been looking at on your
computer.  The websites about so called 'Milfs' and their sons!  You need
deep serious therapy.  Your mother would never did those vile things with
your friend!"

   "Ryan put those sites on my internet web history; to make me look like a
perv!  " I cried; tears welling down my eyes.  "I'm telling YOU the truth.
Arn't you meant to help me?"

   "Thats not the reason we are here Scott.  Yes; I'm here to help you,
true.  To help you admit that these fantasies you are having are false and
that you need deep psychological help.  "

   "When can I go home?" I sobbed, "I hate this place; all the guys here
are mean to me."

   "When I think we have made a breakthrough.  When you are willing to move
on and accept that your mother loves you and that she would never do such a
horrible thing to you."

  
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   ONE MONTH BEFORE

   I lay on the sofa; naked with my legs spread; fiddling with my pussy
like a guitar.  The sound of buzzing water from the shower mixed with the
splashy movements I was giving my fleshy pool was so tense and erotic.  I
stuck my tongue out shamelessly towards the wall the buzzing water was
coming from.  Ryan was having a shower after the sweaty fun we had minutes
before.  It was far from over too.  Scott still wasn't due back from school
for another hour or so.

   I heard the buzzing sound stop.  Ryan was done!  I then shoved all four
of my fingers into my pussy and tugged upwards into it; getting myself
excited and sexually frustrated for this cute cheeky adolescent boy.  His
gorgeous cheeky face; It's already been away from me for too long!  Ten
days, ten hours, ten minutes; it was all too long!  I needed to have his
face home; right here; between my legs; in my pussy!

   After an agonising wait, Ryan stepped out topless and with just a towel
and cowboy hat on.  He smirked as he saw me on the sofa with my legs spread
right infront of him; in plain view; ready and willing.  Ryan slowly walked
to the side of the room where the stereo system was.  He the grabbed the
remote control that laid on top of one of the speakers.  He knew what to
do; I requested it from him.  He was happy to do it.

   The towel Ryan was wearing around his waist was Scott's towel.  A
colorful drawing of Scott's favorite Japanese animated character was
wrapped around Ryan's skinny hips.  Ryan moved closer to the center of the
room; steam was flowing around him.  I spread my legs more wide, my pussy
was pulsing, my fingers delicately glided across my clit.  Sweat ran down
my thick arse-cheeks.  Ryan's boyish narrow eyes were piercing; as he
looked deeply into my opening and closing vagina as it pulsed with my
frantic heatbeat.  It was the place where his friend Scott was born.  The
place Ryan wished he was born.  I shared this fantasy with Ryan too.

   Ryan then pressed a button on the remote he was holding.

   Fast rock-like stripper music began to pound out of the speakers.  He
then instantly threw Scott's childish towel off.  The towel flung towards
the other end of the room; leaving Ryan with just his cowboy hat and tight
red underwear.  The sound of the harsh lead guitar and drums made a catchy
naughty tune that reminded me of when I attended a hen's night with my
friends.  It was fun and boppy music that male model go-go boys would dance
to on stage while us 'hens' holler and whistle as they watch the them do
their moves from the tables down below.

   Ryan smiled and lightly bit his tongue in a funny extression as he
thrusted his hip and bended his knees to the music.  This thirteen-year-old
was giving me a stripper show; willing to lose it all and do the 'full
monty' for me; trying to be funny and sexy at the same time.  Ryan was
doing his best; probably trying to copy some movie he saw as inspiration.
It was so cute.  I clapped, cheered and giggled as this boy danced his
funny but sexy stripper dance infront of me; thrusting his red bulging
underwear towards me while adjusting his cowboy hat to the music.

   "YOU CAN LEAVE YOUR HAT ON!" The speakers yelled the lyrics of the song.
Ryan danced that harsh knee bending; hip thrusting tune for another couple
of minutes for me until the music faded.  Then Ryan decided to lose the
hat; throwing it at the opposite side of the room he had thrown the towel.

   The next song instantly played.  Ryan tried to be even more funny as he
bit his thumb in a over the top submissive pose while turning his little
arse towards me.  He then poked and stuck out his red cotton covered
underwear out towards me.  He then parched his lips dramatically like some
over the top male pop star from the 1960's.  He gyrated and bobbed his
little heart shaped bum up and down to the song.  I just continued to laugh
and clap my hands like some silly groupie.

   "You go the moves like ja-er!; You got the moves like Ja-er!-" The
stereo system blasted the lyrics of the faster modern song.  "You got the
moOoOoOoOves, Moves like Ja-er!"

   Ryan then climbed on top of the sofa I was on.  He danced and gyrated
his hips right above my naked spread body; wiggling his red covered bulging
crotch right in my face.  As soon as I laughed he smiled and turned around
and wiggled his bum in face.

   "Oooooh spank me mummy!" Ryan said submissive while the happy music
continued to boom, "I've been Baaaaad."

   I didn't know weather Ryan trully meant what he was saying.  Whether he
was just trying to be funny in a sexy way or if he was making fun of my son
Scott for saying the exact same embarrassing thing over a month ago; before
our trip.  Either way it turned me on very much.

   I giggled and lightly slapped my hand at his tight cotton covered bum.
"You naughty boy!" I laughed as I slapped playfully at both his cheeks as
they bobbed away playfully in front of my laughing face.

   "Oooh!  Ooooh!" Ryan squealed in a mocking play acting way bobbing his
arse all around, "Yes mummy; baby has been such a bad boy!  Ooooh!"

   After that fun game; the music dimmed and progressed to a slow romantic
balled song.  Ryan slowly climbed off the couch while looking deep into my
eyes.  He lifted his knees one by one as he peeled his underwear down his
legs and threw them to the other side of the room.

   Ryan's bulging thirteen-year-old teen penis was in front of me now.  A
manly penis on such a small figured teen.

   "Ooooh!  Awwwwww!" I gasped in glee as I observed it, "Ohhhhhhh!!!"

   I spread my legs up high; moaning; my motherly vagina and my warm
bum-hole showing off to his cheeky naughty gaze; holding them up with my
arms and begging longingly for Ryan to fuck me.  Please Ryan; fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me hard!

   Little Ryan then harshly grabbed my ankles with both his hands and
lurched his entire body forward with his cock aiming right on target.  The
chorus of the romantic song rang through my ears.  I hung my head back and
moaned so loud when I felt his thick teenage cock enter my wet insides. 
The feel of his cock twitching and pulsing inside me made my pussy clench
with glee.

   His smooth small body fell into mine with a big warm cuddle.  I could
feel his hairless slippery wet stomach and chest grinding against mine. 
His face was against my breasts as he heaved and puffed with such passion.
He pumped in and out of me; again and again.  I could feel his skinny hips
and crotch pump forward and backwards with gusto.  To encourage him more
and to show him that he could go harder; I reached forward and grasped at
his smooth thrusting buttocks.  I then gave his cheeks a light squeeze with
my warm motherly fingers.

   That seemed to do the trick; as Ryan instantly thrusted harder.  He
lifted his skinny torso up and showed his tired but excited face to me.  My
feet and heavy lower legs now rested on his bony shoulders as he fucked me
while holding my fleshy sweaty arse with palm of his small hands.  I moaned
loader as this boy took me and made me his.

   "Ryan!  Yes Ryan!  Fuck mummy hard baby!  Fuck mummy all you want!" I
yelled out; looking deep into his piercing narrow eyes and sticking out my
tongue helplessly towards him.

   "Mummy!" Ryan simply yelped as he grabbed at my ankles and fell into me
again.  He continued to thrust in and out but this time he was sucking on
my breasts like a thirsty baby.

   He was very aggressive but playful with my breasts.  I cradled my neck
down as I looked at him lovingly suck on them.  He would suck and pull my
breast out of shape.  It was very fun.  Scott never had the chance to suck
on my breasts; I only ever gave him the bottle with the formula.

   It wasn't long before Ryan's thrusting became more of a frantic stabbing
rhythm.  I spread my legs wider as Ryan brung us to orgasm very quickly. 
Water gushed but Ryan heaved and tried block it the best he could my
pushing himself harder into me.  But it was impossible; my pussy juices
awkwardly splashed to the side as we both shook and shivered with one
another; grasping at each others sweaty hands and losing each other between
our slippery fingers.  Then we both collapsed together on the carpet.

   We laid there for over ten minutes; naked and in silence.  Ryan was
behind me and strocking his fingers up and down my lower back and my
arse-crack.  He would fiddle with my anal hole for a little bit.  Lightly
gliding his fingers backwards and forwards past it.

   "I think you should know..." Ryan said, "because your his mother and you
care for him and all...Scott has been kind of...embarrassing...lately."

   "How so?" I asked concerned.

   "Well...there is this rumour going around about him; everyone call's him
this name.  It's a true rumour because I see him do it secretly in class
sometimes and he rushes to the toilet to do it also."

   "What is it?  What do they call him?"

   "They call him 'Scott the Wanker'...because..." Ryan was red in the face
and almost burst out laughing, "because he mas-tur-bates all the time...he
wanks his dick in the toilet all the time and he sometimes put his hands
down his pants in class when our lady teacher bends over."

   "Oh my god!" I scoffed in discust, "Are you serious?"

   "Yeah...he asks the teacher to go to the toilet all time...but we all
know what he goes and does.  I think it's becoming a serious problem for
him.  Maybe you should confront him about it.  Its getting super weird and
Justin, Andrew, Josh and I are kind of creeped out by him.  I mean, thats
what he's seen to us lately, a 'creep'."

   "I am so embarrassed right now," I said holding my forehead, "I'm really
sorry if Scott has made you boys uncomfortable.  He needs to be told that
thing is not appropriate in public and that he needs to control himself and
not do that in class.  Plus he needs to limit his toilet time at school."

   More time passed and Ryan continued to stroke up and down my back.  I
could feel Ryan's young eyes on my arse cheeks.

   "You know, I've also been wondering," Ryan said lightly behind me,
"Maybe some time I could stick it in your other hole.  You know...your
bum-hole"

   Facing away from him; I gave a naughty grin.  I had never had a penis in
my anus before.  The fact that this thirteen year old boy wanted to do that
to me made me feel wet all over again.  Since I was an awkward pubescent
thirteen year old girl; I've always had fantasies about boys around Ryan's
age having an obscene facination with my large bum.  But I had to know Ryan
was serious about being so advanced.

   "But Ryan," I said in a squeaky dumb-blonde joking tone, " I poop and
fart from there!"

   Ryan just giggled behind me; he then reach over my naked body; spooning
with a cuddle and kissed me on the cheek; close enough to my mouth.  His
entire body rested on my back; I could feel his soft cock between my crack.

   "I don't care," He said, " You're clean all the time anyway.  Plus I've
stuck my tongue and fingers up there; so I don't think my dick would care
that much."

   We giggled and hugged; naked on the ground.  That was until we heard a
loud knock on the front door.

   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

   "Muuuum!" Scott called out from the front, "I'm home...why is the door
locked?"

   "Shit!" I hissed.

   Ryan and I frantically got up and collected our clothing.  It wasn't
funny at the time but if I were to look back on it; it looked almost like
slap stick comedy as he tried to frantically and silently untangle our
clothes from one another.

   Ryan eventually got all his clothes.  We said our quick and final
goodbye with a quick peck on the mouth.  Ryan then tried to waddle and crab
walk away out the backyard with his underwear hanging down below his knees
at his ankles.  The rest of the clothes in his arms.  Watching his little
smooth white butt wiggle frantically away like that was very funny and
cute. Ryan and I were nearly discovered and it was so naughty.

   KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

   "Hold on Scott!" I yelled, "For goodness sakes!  Be patient!"

  
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   Mum opened the door; half dressed and hair all messy; adding to my dread
even more.  She looked very angry with me.  I simply walked past her and
went straight for my room.  As I walked to my room; the dank humid smell of
sweat breezed past my nose.  I also noticed that the windows were very
foggy.  I frowned; letting my imagination get ahead of me again as I
daydreamed a young skinny boy thrusting harshly between a pair of beautiful
thick mummy legs on the living room couch.  I continued to walk to my room
without a word.

   Hour's had passed as I sat in my room.  The television program 'Milf
Isle' would be on soon.  It was one of the rare occations that my mother
and I sat in the same room and watched something together lately.  It was
the only part of my night I could look forward to with my mother. 
Actually; it was the only part of the night I could look forward to at all.

   'Milf Isle' was a reality television show about two teams of survivors.
One team was a group of roudy adolescent boys from foster care and had no
mothers.  The other team was a group of women in their early to late
thirties who are considered "Milfs'.  The show was in it's first season and
was a mixture between jungle survival and dating reality shows.  The teams
would compete with physical and mental trails but also be tempted with
rewards that may allow them to be adopted by the 'Mommy of your Dreams'.

   The time had arrived when my mum and I watched the show in the evening
within the dimly lit living room.  I watched the television program and was
very intrigued with a particular scene from the episode.  One boy had one a
prize of immunity against his other boy team mates.  The boy who wins the
immunity also gets privilege of judging the best dancer among the top two
'milf contenstants' who underwent their own challenge.

   I watched the television screen in awe as I saw the the boy confidently
sit in his chair and watch two women; three times his age dance the most
obscene and raunchy dance around him.  The boy confidently observed as he
looked from side to side; judging the way their hips and arse swayed and
how their breasts bob up and down.  This was extremly hot for me.  I slowly
put my hands between my legs and felt my hard cock through the fabric of my
pajama pants.  I looked to my left and saw that my mum didn't notice me. 
The big arses on the woman on tv dancing to the jungle score the show was
throwing at them made my cock as hard as a rock.

   I started to slowly tickle the stem of my cock through the fabric of my
pants.  With every thrust and gyration of arse I saw get poked in that
lucky kids face on the television screen made my cock jump in glee; like it
was getting pulled by a fishing rod by the tip.  My pointer finger would
tenderly and gently tickle it through the fabric; the stem and the head. 
It felt so good.  With every bit of pleasure I got the faster I wiggled my
finger against the fabric.  The faster I wiggled my finger against the
sensitive parts of my cock the song and dance on the television screen
seemed to get faster and more intense.  Ooooh yeah...oooooh my....loook at
all those mummy bottoms....ooooh so juicy, thick and...goooood.  I'm gonna
cum...just do it discreetly....Just....Just...Cuuu!!  Cuuuuuum!!!

   "Scott." My mother said stern as ice.  The feeling overtook me as I wet
my pants with white paste.  But instead of enjoying it I spent the entire
ten seconds of complete ecstasy in worry and stress that my mother had
discovered me masturbating.  "You....you shouldn't be touching yourself
like that so openly...If you need to do such things...go to your room...or
go to the toilet."

   My face went bright red.  I was so embarrassed.  But something overtook
me; for the first time; some feeling or thought overtook me and made my
penis hard all over again.  My mother tol me to go away and masturbate on
the toilet and it felt so embarrassing; it felt so liberating; it felt so
good.

   "Ok...mummy." I said in a daze; similar to when I was when I offered her
to spank me before our trip to the snow.

   I walked slowly away from the bright light of the television set and
away from the dim dark living room where my mother sat.  I walked straight
to the bathroom and looked at my new best friend; the toilet; with a deep
passionate smile; tears pooling in my eyes.  I sat my bum down on the seat
with my pajama pants hanging below my knees.  I pull the base of my cock
back as far as I can and observe my already replenished bulbus red head.  I
slowly drooled and spit on it for lubrication.

   I pulled my cock so harshly and whimpered; just enough so mum wouldn't
be disturbed and hear me interupt her show; she could find out how much of
a creep I was.  That thought sent my mind and cock in spasms.

   "Ryan!  Yes Ryan!  Fuck mummy hard baby!  Fuck mummy all you want!" I
could hear the voices that echoed in this house just hours before.  I
couldn'r prove it and and I couldn't see it; but somehow I knew.

   "Ooooh!  Awwwwww!" I could hear the moans thriteen-year-old Ryan forced
out of my mother, "Ohhhhhhh!!!"

   I pulled harder and harder.  Harder and harder.

   Fap!  Fap!  Fap!

   "You....you shouldn't be touching yourself like that so openly...If you
need to do such things...go to the toilet.  Just go to the toilet.  Go to
the toilet!  Let Ryan and I be and you just pull your little wee-wee on the
toilet!!"

   Fap!  Fap!  Fap!

   I pull so hard; my cock has become so wet; it was making that wet
flopping sound.  I was going cross eyed.

   Flop!  Flop!  Flop!

   "Cum!" I could hear my imaginary mother's demanding voice, "Hurry up and
cum; loser!  Cum you pathetic pig!  Ryan and I are having so much fun out
here while you are stuck in there like a loser jerking his little pee-pee
on the potty!"

   Fap!  Fap!  Flop!  Flop!  Fap!  Fap!  Flop!  Flop!

   I then heard the sound of two imaginary people giggling and laughing. 
The giggling and moaning didn't stop for minutes until I reached my climax.

   SPURT!SPURT!

   I hung my head up high as my head one again filled with pressure and
blood.

   Looking back on it.  Remembering myself laying there; helpless on the
toilet; with stringy cum leaking down my semi hard cock.  Despite what Ryan
had done to me.  I could see why I needed a therapist.

   CHAPTER ELEVEN

   After my session at the psychologists office I walked to the room I was
designated within the mental hospital.  I walked down the brightly lit
hallway in a daze, heading towards the quarters where the boys hang out and
sleep.  I hated the guys here.  They were mean.  Our Psychologist Miss
Bunda didn't believe me either; she never would it seemed.  It was all so
hopeless.

   However; was Miss Bunda correct; in a way?

   I knew I wasn't crazy and that it all wasn't my imagination.  I knew my
mother was having sex with Ryan behind my back for almost all this time. 
Despite that; it didn't change the fact that when I think of Ryan and my
mum happy together...smiling...holding hands...I...I...I

   I instantly stopped in the middle of the hallway; blushing; nurses and
guards near me gave me a strange and concerned look.  My face winced, my
eyes watered and my lips wiggled as my penis swelled painfully within my
pants.

  
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   THREE WEEKS BEFORE

   Ryan, Justin, Josh, Andrew and I were all sitting under the shade of the
school quadrangle.  We were all quietly eating our lunch.  That was until
Ryan broke the silence and begun to tell what he got up to during the
weekend.  He said that he had been doing 'sexy things' with his new
girlfriend he said he had been dating for a while.  It was a girl from
another school apparently.

   "Whatever Ryan," Skinny Justin scoffed, "You're not having sex and you
don't have a girlfriend."

   "Do too." Ryan frowned annoyed.

   "It's probably like your bullshit story about how you fucked Scott's mum
during your trip to the snow." Josh laughed.

   Ryan took his finger up to take a breath; preparing to reply.  But as
soon as I heard Josh's comment I looked up from my lunch in a surprised
expression and punched Ryan in the shoulder.

   "Arsehole!" I growled as I jabbed him in the skinny arms hard.  "Making
up stories like that about my mum!"

   "OUCH!" He yelped but giggled and looked at me to the side with a cheeky
sneer.

   I attempted to destroy any sense of truth of the story in front of my
other friends.  Even though I probably didn't need to and probably aroused
more curiosity than doubt.

   "-like you were saying how much she stunk the room out when she went to
do her business in the bathroom" I stated; trying to make Ryan look like a
hypocrite.

   "It's true though, the woman's big bum made the room smell like hard
boiled eggs...and onions!"

   All my friends laughed.

   "Wait, wait, wait hold up!" Justin said putting his hand up after
giggling, "The part about Ryan sleeping in your mum's resort room was
true?"

   "Well...yeah...but so what!  He needed the electric plugs or his
equipment; that's all!" I said in a panic.

   Justin, Josh and Andrew looked at each other in a surprised look of
revelation.  They then looked at Ryan who was sitting next to me.  He
smiled at them with a knowing look.

   It was like I was invisible in that quadrangle at that moment.  My
friends didn't even notice me as they looked into Ryan's eyes and
contemplated such an act between a boy and a beautiful woman like my mum .
I noticed my other friends facial expressions of wordless intrigue.  I
turned my head to the left and also noticed that Ryan was in deep euphoria
as he daydreamed himself into deep sexy recent memories.

  
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...

   THE DAY BEFORE

   I stopped jogging as soon as my sneakers hit the grass of Penny and
Scott's front yard.  I slowly walked up onto the pavement a little puffed;
and knocked on one of the two front doors.  Scott's mum; or should I say,
MY mum answered the door with delightful surprise.

   "Ryan!" Penny squealed joyfully "Baby!"

   The bubble butt woman who belonged to me gave me a hug.  I grinned as my
face was wedged between her tits.  She lightly pulled me in the door,
knowing that I didn't need an invitation.  This house was starting to feel
like a second home to me.

   "Is Scott close behind?" 'My Mum' said all ditsy

   "Nah" I replied casually; sounding puffed from my jog.  "Everyone thinks
I went back to my place.  Scott will be busy playing video games at Josh's
house for a while."

   "Oooh you're a naughty boy" Penny said seductively and smiled, " You're
such a clever cheeky rebel."

   "I know," I shrugged

   "So you ran all this way just to see me?"

   "Yeah," I said licking his lips "I'm horny today 'mum'"

   "Ooh this is so hot and unexpected," Penny began, "But your wish is my
command; stud."

   Penny slowly began to strip in front of me; giving me thankful and
lustful looks.  I just stood there with my arms crossed looking at her
critically.  I remained fully clothed as this Milf undressed in front of
me. She took her time with it.  It took ages to remove her top and this
made me very frustrated.

   "Hurry up!" I yelled with a smile.

   She quickened a little bit.  However she bit her lips meekly and slowed
down again.  She was trying to turn me on by frustrating me and bring out
my more dominant side.  She slowly but finally wiggled out of her panties.
She was totally naked and bare; facing me.

   I tilted my head and tried to look around at her big bum.  She instantly
understood my leering gesture and turned around and arched her back.  The
movement expanded and bulged out the round shape of her huge arse cheeks.

   Penny then leaned over entirely.  It gave the me the most obscene view.
She reached behind herself and rubbed her long nailed fingers lightly
against her sensitive clit and crack.  All while she was looking behind
herself between her legs; poking and wiggling her enormous bottom at me. 
It bounced from side to side like two humps on a Camel.

   I licked my lips hungrily and small amounts of saliva formed at the edge
of my lips as I watched this 'mummy' quiver with pleasure.  I started to
rub my cock through the fabric of my pants and it was growing fat very
quickly.  This was making me both hungry and hot.  It was a sexual hunger I
had never experienced before.  Even when compared to the previous times I
fucked her; nothing compared to this.

   "Fuck yeah; stay in that position!  I want to look at your bum for a
while." I then put my hands inside my pants and started to tug at my penis
aggressively.  I stared at her bum hole, pussy, cheeks and legs with a
manic expression.  My eyes were wide and shuddering with glory.  I smiled
cheekily, yet looked meek for a few seconds; blushing and overwhelmed by
the meaty beauty of her gigantic behind.  This is what a real woman looks
like, I thought.

   "You want me to stay like this?!" The mum squealed, "Oh my god!  Don't
stare at my bum like that!  It's embarrassing!"

   I laughed and jeered, "Don't pretend you don't like it!  You looove cute
boys like me staring at your thick pork legs; don't you!"

   "Yes!  Yes!" I hear her squeal and cry, "Look at my bum!  Look at my
butt-butt!"

   As she moaned and squealed; watery liquid began to lightly trickle down
the inside of her crotch.  She remained bent over while she shook and
shuddered.  I laughed and jeered even more as she orgasmed in front of me.

   "The way you are positioned!" I laughed, "it looks like your nothing but
a big arse with legs; a couple of fat juicy chicken drum sticks!

   "BLLAAAAHH!!!" She squealed and more clear liquid squirted.

   This hungry fantasy was making me even hornier.  Her cheeks and thighs
bulged out in such obscene glory.  I wanted it without delay.

   "I want to fuck you in the kitchen!" I started to command "Get in the
kitchen and lean against the fridge.  I want you to poke your fat arse out
like you really want my dick!"

   The Milf obeyed without delay; red and flushed in the face.  She walked
her naked body straight away to the kitchen.  She did it with such a
raunchy attitude.  She wiggled and shifted her bum-cheeks from side to side
dramatically as she walked.

   Penny knelt against the fridge and put her upper arms on its door for
leverage.  She poked her big arse out and spread her legs preparing for me;
her 'boy-god's' cock.

   I walked into the kitchen casually and observed her position.  I was
very impressed and turned on.  Everything kept looking better than I had
imagined.  I didn't want to keep his bitch in heat waiting, and I
definitely didn't want to wait either.  I kept my shirt and pants on; but
still unzipped my pants and pulled out my thick glistening cock.  I aimed
it intently at her arse from afar, still leering at her bum with lust and
excitement.  I saw her wet sopping pussy and wanted its warmth.  I finally
stepped forward smug and confident.

   "Ready for another round; mummy?" I laughed as I put my hand on her
right arse cheek for balance; then shoved my cock deep into her hot warm
wet pussy.  I fucked and pounded her hard from behind.

   SPLAT!  SPLAT!  SPLAT!

   The Milf howled and bellowed out; she squashed her face into the fridge
door in ecstasy.  Her huge bum-cheeks jiggled and rolled like waves every
time I rutted my hips into her cushiony pillows.  The warmth of her pussy
was comforting like a real woman should feel.  The energy of my cock and
body made her surrender in agonising pleasure.

   I decided to be naughty.  I fucked into her harder and made her howl.

   "Fuckin bitch!" I yelled, grunting as I pushed into her.

   "Ooooow!  Ahhhhh fuck!  Aiiii!  Aiiiiiiii!"

   I swatted her arse swiftly with palm of my hand.  I pumped backwards and
forwards, watching both her cheeks rise and fall.  The weight and power of
her fat arse was unbelievable.  It could kill me, I thought.  This mountain
of flesh needed to be conquered and I was conquering it.

   I gritted my teeth angrily and slammed into her harder.

   "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" I said; slapping her arse continuously every
couple of thrusts.

   "Damn that fucking weasel Scott!" I continued with an animalistic husky
voice, "As his mother how the fuck did you raise him?!  Huh!  HUH!"

   POUND!  SQUISH!  POUND!  SQUISH!

   "I'm so sorry about him!" She cried; trying to squat down against my
thrusts, "Scotty's just jealous of you!  He's just jealous that your funny
and cute, sexy and so SO POWERFUL!!  BLAAAHH!!"

   She shuddered on my cock as another orgasm took over her body.

   "I want you to ground him!" I said as I kept pumping "Take away his
Internet and video-games!  Do what you got to do!"

   MY new Mom looked behind herself and saw the seriousness in my eyes.  I
pulled out of her and stepped back, taking a ten second breather.

   "Yes baby boy!" She said as she collapsed on the floor, "I'll ground him
and take away his things!  But how am I going to explain why?"

   "Make up an excuse!  You are his mum; you shouldn't have to explain
why."

   "Well, if you REALLY want to pay him back!" she squatted more obscenely
and spread her large heavy butt cheeks; giving me full view of her wanting
arsehole.

   "Then punish his mother's bum!" Mom squealed "PUNISH MY BUM!!"

   I laughed evilly as I leered at her bum hole.  My new mom attempted to
re-lift her ass cheeks again and give me a better view.  However, due to
them being so heavy; she briefly lost her balance.  Through maintaining her
position she coincidently let loose a short 'toot' from her anus.

   PFFT!

   There was an awkward couple of seconds of silence.  Knowing about this
weird woman's kinky humiliation fetish I dramatically looked disgusted and
wiggled my nose uncomfortably.  She likes this remember, I thought to
myself, she wants you to yell and humiliate her!

   "You dirty fucking slut!" I said in a disgusted tone but still very
turned on.

   "I'm so sorry!  It was an accident!" The woman said tearful and ashamed,
her meaty legs shaking like jelly to my words.

   "I'll punish your arse alright!  Ill plug you up!" I yelled; my eyes
wide like a psychopath.  I then roughly put my thumb and index finger on
her arsehole prying it apart.  My new mum squealed to the feeling of his
prying little fingers.

   "I'll punish your bum alright!" I yelled again; twisting my fingers
within the sphincter of her arsehole, "Your bum hole has been very naughty!
You really are a 'Fart-Monster' like Scott drew!  Ladies don't fart!  Do
you understand?"

   "Yes!  Yes!" She squealed in reaction to her sphincter twisting "Yes! 
I'm so sorry I'll never do it again!"

   "Right Penny!" I began as I roughly positioned myself behind her, "This
is a skewer," I said looking down and pointing; referring to my hard dick.
"I'll pierce your arsehole with it...and whole roast you." I hungrily
grasped at both her cheeks as I get into position behind her again, "Just
like a PIG!

   SQUISH!

   MY new mum squealed like a pig when I shoved my cock into her arsehole.
I held my position with great leg strength and continued my thrusting, in a
much tighter, spicier, naughtier hole.

   "That stupid faggot Scott!" I laughed, "The ugly retard doesn't even
know I'm fucking his mum up the arse!"

   I grinned as I pushed and pounded into Penny's tight bum hole like it
was doe.

   SQUISH!  SQUISH!  SQUISH!  SQUISH!

   "Your mum's pussy and arsehole is; Oh god!  This ARSE!  This GIANT ARSE
is mine!" He groaned and prepared to cum abruptly.  "Your mother is mine!"

   My face scrunched up when I squirted into her arse chasm.

   "MINE!  ARRRGGAAHHH!!"

   Penny hung her head up high with built up saliva dangling from her lips
in a careless trance; feeling my seed flow through her anus.  She fiddled
her fingers and cold nails into her pussy like a guitar.  She shook and
shuddered violently like a malfunctioned robot.  I could feel the
electricity and energy of her final climatic orgasm with my dick up her bum
hole while it went through it's violent spasm.  I clenched my dick and I
hung my head up high in overwhelming physical joy.  Penny passed out from
the pleasurable release.

   I rubbed her ass all over in the aftermath and noticed that the inside
of her thighs were drenched and slick.

   "This woman is either a manic," I said to myself, pulling my pants up
fully to my hips and zipping them back up, "Or I'm really that good!  I'm
such a stud; like she said!"

   I didn't care wether Scott saw her like that when he gets home.  I just
walked out the door with a smug smile; knowing I was in for a good life no
matter what as I walked home.

   Those thoughts were shattered for a few moments when I walked into my
household door.  The first thing I knew; my back was slammed into the wall!

   My father, Brendan, was holding me up on the wall by the shirt.

   "Where the fuck have you been BOY!!" He yelled in my face with slur.  I
could smell the rum and beer on my dads breath.  He then threw me to the
side of the room like a rag-doll and I crashed near the legs of the couches
near by.  My back hurt; I think that would have bruised it up.

   "I was out with my friends arsehole!" I yelled, hurt, on the ground,
"What's it to yu!"

   "You're a fuckin little liar!  Your friend Josh stopped by half an hour
ago and wondered where you were!"

   "It's none of your business you prick!"

   Dad then walked up to me while I was on the ground and grabbed me by the
hair with one hand and punch me in the side of the head with the other.  My
brain buzzed in absolute pain; I was seeing stars.

   "Ouch!" I put my hands up to my face, my eyes wet with tears, "Mickey
too big for you now; so you beat on your younger son more, huh?"

   "My younger son is more of a smart arse!  What is it, I'm curious, is it
a girlfriend or something?" Dad mocked, " You think you're going to get a
hot lady like those posters you put up in your room recently?  Dream on you
weak little shrimp!"

   I already have you cunt, I thought to myself, smiling.  I'm fucking the
woman you have been flirting with at work for years!  She doesn't even look
at you twice; but she worships ME like I'm a god!

   My father seemed to notice my leering, daring sneer.  "What?  You going
to hit me again?  Go ahead?  What's the difference from how you treated me
all my life?  You may be a gentleman in front of your crush Penny; but
Mickey and I know how much of a prick you truly are!  Arsehole!"

   Dad then leered down at my face in a calm but threatening tone and said,
"Just get me my rum; you're fucking late."

   I walked into the kitchen and opened up the nearby cupboards.  I pulled
out dads bottle of rum and poured a decent amount into a glass while I
heard him turn the television on and laugh carelessly.  I tilted my head to
the side and noticed the light eradiating from the dark lounge-room.  Now
was my chance.  I pulled out a few boxes of random tablets from the
adjacent cupboard.  I cracked open a number of different pills and poured
the powder into the drink; giving it a stir with some cola.  I then pulled
out a bottle of dishwashing liquid and added half a cap of it to the drink
and gave it another stir.  I have been doing this for over a couple of
months.

   I smiled, content, as I brought the drink to my father.  He had become
slowly more sick; day by day.  He was especially sick when I travelled to
the 'Snow-Plains' with Scott and Penny.  If dad had gone with us; my
advances towards Penny would have been nearly impossible.  Dad had slowly
gotten better after the trip.  But due to his increasing violent behaviour
I thought he should have more to drink to calm him down.  You know; the
type of drinks I make and he so enjoys.

   This wont have to last for much longer...I smiled

   CHAPTER TWELVE

   **Scott - At the Mental Hospital**

   The day had finally come.  I was walking frantically backwards and
forwards as I waited for the officers to tell me she had arrived.  I had
been housed in this mental hospital for over a week.  I was contantly
bullied by dangerous crazy boys and being brain probed by a beautiful
latina psychologist named 'Miss Bunda'.  I desperately missed my mother and
I awaited her arrival.  I didn't care that her and my thirteen-year-old
classmate Ryan were having sex; I simply didn't care anymore.  She was my
mother and I loved her so much.  I made such a terrible mistake.  If I
could rewind time I would.  I would have accepted what was happening if I
had known it would all lead to this.

   My locked padded room was built with two beds bolted to the floor.  My
bunk mate was a annoying thirteen-year-old named Mike.  He was as crazy as
bat-shit with poisonous berries.  But we got along well enough.  He was
bug-eyed, hyperative and a hypersexual pervert.  For some reason I had told
him a lot about what happened and why I was sharing a room with him.  Like
I need to explain myself for intruding on his privacy or something like
that.

   Turns out there was nothing private about Mike.  He blurted out my story
to all the boys in the mental hospital and they all drooled and teased me
like the violent creeps that they were.  They said how much they wanted to
meet my hot mum and congratulate my classmate Ryan for a job well done. 
Despite this; I continued telling my story to Mike.  I wanted to keep
myself occupied until my mother arrived.  I was hoping she was coming to
finally take me home; but I wasn't sure.

   All my beautiful mother would need to do was sign me off and agree to
take me home; so long as I were to see a psychiatrist and go on hardcore
medication.  I was willing to do that; no problem.  All Mum needed to do
was take me home and everything will be as it should be; shouldn't it?

  
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   **Penny - At Home - Two Weeks Before**

   I was in the kitchen; putting away Scott's dirty plates he had for
breakfast.  He was always such a grub when he eats.  I was in a good mood
though.  It was my day off and Ryan was planning on seeing me and skipping
school.  I decided to wear the new denim jean short-shorts for him.  I
thought I looked very sexy in them and they showed off my large bottom for
the boy.  I could feel the fresh air quiver below the bottom half of my
bare bum cheeks that were folding under the tight denim material.  I am so
sexy; I thought.

   "Penny!" I could hear Ryan call out from the front door, letting himself
in, "We're here!"

   What does Ryan mean by "we're here?" I thought to myself.

   I walked though the hallway; I felt my bum tightly shift backwards and
forwards within my denim shorts as I walked towards the enterance.  To my
surprise Ryan wasn't alone.  With him he brought his friends Justin, Andrew
and Josh.  They all stood there and gawked at me like silly goof-offs; awe
struck by my tight attire.  Ryan had obviously told them everything.  I
didn't need Ryan to explain himself; their vibe was so obvious.

   "Oh...Hello boys." I said elegantly greeting them.

   "Hey Penny," I heard the three others say unevenly and at different
times.  They looked nervous and were shuffling their feet on the ground not
looking me in the eye.  But they had the most mischievous grin; like they
were doing something very naughty at the moment.  I simply gave them all a
dry smile.

   "So what do we have here Ryan?" I said to Ryan with a raised eyebrow,
"Skipping school and bringing your friends over too huh?  You let them in
on our little secret did you?  Couldn't help yourself?"

   "These guys more or less figured it out for themselves.  Scott was the
one that told them that I was sleeping in your resort room and they put the
pieces together.  Scott's a dopey fuck."

   "Don't call Scott Dopey,"I complained; even though I still sighed at the
annoyance that was my own blood born son.

   "Ummm....we also got to sort out how you should punish Scott.  I brought
the other's over because they could input their idea's.  We are bound to
figure out ways we can humiliate him and give you a good reason."

   "Hmmm...well that is helpful...Even after a week I simply can't find a
good enough excuse to punish Scott."

   Ryan and I looked at each other and we both made a crooked guilty face.
Even after all this fantastic sex we had been having with one another; we
were still human beings who knew what we were doing was taboo.  But despite
the guilt we both shared; it made our sex all the more passionate, intense
and risky.  Ryan and I knew it when when we made love; looking into each to
each other's eyes; the window to the soul; and combined our bodies.

   "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this." I started "The punishment thing I
mean.  It's cruel and unjust ; and I don't consider myself a cruel and
unjust type of person." I was playing with my blonde hair; lost in a
doubtful look.

   "Well I don't think you punished him properly when he said that I 'have
no Mum'', I think you still owe me!" Ryan's tone was very authoritorian as
he looked me in the eyes in a intense sexual way.  It made my pussy hot and
wet as it brought me back to incredible rough sex he gave my buttocks the
week prior.  My bum was still sore after all this time.  It made me blush
and melt to his commands and desires.  But it wasn't just that.  I believed
Ryan was truly hurt by that comment that Scott made nearly a couple of
months ago.  I could see it in his eyes and he deserved some kind of
justice.

   "It's true." I relented, "I hardly punished Scott at all; let alone when
he said such a hurtful thing to you; my precious Ryan."

   I then put my hand under his chin and we looked at each other like we
were the happiest 'pretend mother and son' to ever exist.  Even though it
was all a fantasy.  It felt more real and biological than I ever felt with
Scott.  The other boys looked in wonder to my expression towards Ryan. 
They had an expression of enlightened envy.  Like the boys were so happy
for the two of us and that Scott didn't matter at all.

   Spiky haired Justin broke the ever so sensual silence between us all. 
"We could make out that Scott left porn on his computer screen and you
happen see it?" Justin proposed.

   "Holy shit," Ryan face turned away from my palm to look at Justin, " Why
didn't I think of that?  It's so simple it's brilliant.  Hell I shouldn't
of invited you guys over; I would of figured it out eventually.  Penny and
I could of been having sex in celebration right now!"

   "Ryan!" I called out to his rudeness.

   "Well don't let us stop you." Justin grinned.

   "Yeah Ryan," Andrew mocked, "Tell us how you pound her 'tushy'; as you
put it."

   The three boys laughed and Ryan and I just stood next to each other; red
in the face.

   "Shut up guys!" Ryan complained crossing his arms; his bottom lip
extending comically towards his nose; showing his grumpy and protective
side.  It was very cute.

   "Does anyone know Scott's computer password though?" Ryan said; trying
to keep to the subject at hand.

   "I do...you do need us for something after all; huh," Blonde sturdy Josh
chuckled, " If he hasn't changed it since I saw him type it a year ago; I
know the code."

   "Awesome; let's go" Ryan said and lead the other three boys with him
down the hall towards Scott's room.

   "OK whatever," I said like I was giving permission, "I suppose your
right and he deserves it."

   They all rushed down the hall except curly haired Andrew; who stopped to
chat with me.

   "I thought for sure Ryan wouldn't be able to have sex with you when he
planned it." Andrew quetly began, " I was so wrong.  Wow, your his
girlfriend now!  Plus your Scott's beautiful mum!  That's incredible; I'm
so jealous!"

   I giggled, "Ryan made a bet that he would seduce me did he?"

   "Yeah he did," Andrew smiled, "He really cares about you.  He has
fancied you since before you wen't went to that trip to the 'Snow-Plains'.
Me and the boy's knew he was pretending to be the alias 'Rhyno' and was
chatting with you on that chat program.  But we never thought you were
going to be into him when you found out he was ACTUALLY your son's
classmate."

   "I wasn't just the fact that he was 'Rhyno'; Little Ryan and I have a
history." I began to explain to Andrew, "Ryan has always been precious to
me.  I've always seen him as a second child.  I used to baby sit him nearly
as much as I raised Scott.  Ryan's father and I were both single parents
and so busy with shift work plus underpaid that we barely spent time to
relax.  Ryan was like the child I never had but without all the headache
and stress that came with raising Scott.  It was like a child with
benifits. He was always funnier than Scott; smarter than Scott; more
affectionate than Scott."

   "So do you love him?" Andrew asked " Instead of Scott?"

   "Don't get me wrong; at the time I always put Scott first.  He was the
son I gave birth to; and I still love him; even now.  But he has been an
absolute pain this year!  Ever since has been criticising my body and and
drew that horrible picture of me.  Ryan doesn't seem to have the character
flaws Scott has.  I feel Ryan needs a motherly figure in his life.  He
deserves it."

   "But...do you love him MORE than Scott?"

   I paused...I didn't know how to answer the question except to say; "I
really don't know"

   So after that; Andrew joined the other boys in Scott's room and I let
them do what they did to the computer.

   It took the boys a while to dig up some weird and interesting stuff. 
When I walked into the room and saw what was on Scott's computer screen; my
eyes widened to the sick, strange things that my son was sexually into.  I
asked if this was indeed what Scott looked up on the internet and wasn't
something they planted.  All the boys insisted that this was legitimate.

   I frowned when I looked at all the perverted things my son looked up on
the internet.  I scrolled through page after page and realised how sad and
depraved my son Scott really was.  I thought I was a fetish freak; but
compared to my depraved son; I was nothing.

   Scott was going to get his punishment alright.  Not just because he is
thirteen-year-old and shouldn't be looking at pornography.  But because the
things he looked up was a display of his poor character and low self of
steam.  The way my pimply son Scott is growing up is disgusting!  He needed
to know that the way he is acting is wrong.  It was my duty as a mother I
suppose.

  
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   **Scott - Home - Five Hours Later**

   I walked up the driveway and arrived home from a lonely day at school.
For some reason none of my group of friends were at school.  The male
teacher that was head of role call walked up to me during lunch and told me
to tell my friends that they were going to be in big trouble if they
couldn't make up an excuse as to why they have ALL not attended school.  I
simply shugged my shoulders and told the teacher what he wanted to hear,
"Yes sir.".  My guess was as good as his.  What could my group of friends
be up to?

   "SCOTT!" My blonde mum yelled at me as I walked in the door with my
pack-pack hanging from my right arm.  She marched towards me like an angry
amazon goddess.  I couldn't help but smile at her sexy angry tone as the
hallway shook from her heavy meaty legs within those tight denim shorts; it
was such a turn on.  I was scared indeed; but not scared placid; scared
hard.

   "This is the final straw buddy!" She pointed, " I walked past your room
today and noticed pornography on your computer!  That's not appropriate
Scott; your only thirteen turning fourteen!"

   "ShitI" I said with my palm placed to my head.  How was that possible? I
remember locking my computer screen so she couldn't see; and even so; it's
not like I have the porn pages on display to be ready for me when I get
home.  Oh my god; the things my mum could of seen!  My face went pale, my
face went sweaty and clammy and my eyes were wide like saucers.

   "You shouldn't be looking at that stuff!  I would usually ground you
like a normal kid.  But since you never go out anyway I'm taking away your
video-games until I say otherwise!"

   "Are you kidding me!" I complained, " I'm halfway through the latest
"Persona'!  You can't do this!"

   ."....and no Internet either!"

   "What?...Whatever!" I scoffed and walked past her towards my room and
slammed my door behind me.

   I had to act passive aggressive and get away from her; nevertheless; I
leaned back against my bedroom door and huffed and puffed in panic.  My
heart was beating so hard.  Her humiliating face of resentment was bringing
back such bad memories.  With that; I thought of my classmate; skinny Ryan;
thrusting himself between her thick spread legs as he looked intimately
into my mum's eyes as she moaned into his face; pushing her forhead into
his.  It made me so jealous.  Even though I wasn't sure it was happening. I
wondered if it was just my depraved imagination.

   The image of my mother and Ryan having sex was later overtaken by my
mothers stern face looking at me in the eyes and saying "You shouldn't be
looking at that stuff!  You shouldn't be touching yourself like that!  Go
and do your business on the toilet!  I don't want to see or talk to you!"

   My face must of expressed great grimace.  But at the same time my legs
felt like jelly and my cock became rock hard.  It was so confusing. 
Whenever I thought about my mum and my classmate making love; the most
powerful feeling I had ever experienced overcomes me.  It's so strong that
I need release sometimes.  Because I feel like my body, soul; my psyche
can't handle all the build up.  It was so humiliating; but it was
electrifying as well.

   I decide not masturbate this time and sit on my computer chair to see
the pornography that my mother witnessed.  I wiggled the mouse with my
right hand and input my password on the keyboard to access my profile on
the system.  When my profile loaded I noticed at the bottom right hand
corner of the screen that the symbol for indicating I was no longer
connected to the Internet.  Mum had already turned the home wireless router
off.  But when I glanced my eyes to the middle of the screen where the
webpages were on full display; it was as worse as I feared.

   The webpages consisted of the pornography I had been obsessing over for
the past week.  Things like 'Femdom' porn, 'Small Penis Humiliation' and
'Jerk Off Instruction' video's with profile pictures of bratty women
flipping off the camera.  There were also pictures of ladies called
mistresses sitting on guys face's.  One of my favourites was one of a
pornstar that looks alot like my mum giving a point of view footjob to a
guy.  The thought of my mum giving a footjob to me was very intriguing; and
one of the few exceptions I would actually imagine MYSELF having sexual
contact with her.  Those naughty sexy thoughts were shattered when I
thought of Mum looking at this stuff and realising that I was the biggest
creep and pervert in the world.

   For the past week I have been into this type of pornography alot.  It
was one of my daily crotches.  I had actually reduced my masturbation at
the school toilets just so I could hold off my orgasm to get home and look
at this stuff.  Ever since I had expected my mother of having sex with my
classmate; it has brought upon great feelings of ecstacy inside of me.  It
was like a pinching; stinging sensation that clouded the difference between
pain and pleasure.  It aroused great jealousy within me but at the same
time brought upon a dangerous curiousity.  Would my mother allow this to
happen?  What is she feeling if she is allowing it?  Does she love Ryan
more than me?  Does she love me at all anymore?

   I was never a popular guy when it comes girls.  In fact I was never
really attracted to any of the females in my grade.  I liked older women. I
would have the occational attraction to one or two of my female teachers;
but that would be as far as I would go.

   However; all these strange feelings started manifesting in these last
couple of months inside of me.  My mother was simply the most attractive
woman in my life.  There was no doubt about it.  All the boys in my school
knew she was the most attractive lady in town.  My friends would tease me
and say mother was a 'Hot Milf' with a 'fat arse'.  I would walk away and
blush.  What could I do?  Beat my only group of friends up?  How could I do
that when deep down even I agreed with them.

   I always had self-esteem issues ever since I was very young.  Thats
probably why I was so muscular and pumped weights at such a young age.  I
was looking for an excuse to be better and stronger than my classmates;
many of which were smaller; but more mentally mature than me.  My
self-esteem issues were so bad that every mock and scorn from my friends or
classmates would cause my feelings to be hurt ten times as much as I could
ever hurt them.  Their words were like a sword to the heart.  So when they
began talking about my mother; biological competition tweaked within me and
it changed my perception of life forever.

   When my mother punished me for mocking Ryan I began to have jealous
fantasies on how my mother preferred Ryan over me.  So much so that I
pathetically didn't speak up enough when Ryan drew that humiliating drawing
of her and managed to pin it all on me by placing it in my bag.

   My mind became truly warped that night; especially when Ryan was
randomly dropped off by his dad and watched a film with my mother while I
was forced to be alone in my room.  Hearing them both talk and laugh sent
me though the most helpless and intense orgasm I had ever experienced. 
Pulling my penis and letting my mind experience such psychological trauma
became of ritual or euphoric and pleasurable adventures within a realm I
wasn't sure existed.

   As my fantasies became more and more vivid; I couldn't help but realise
people were noticing that I was such a damaged pervert.  Even though that
concept kind of excited me; I had a breaking point I wasn't willing to
cross yet.  So I began to look up porn that matched my abandonment and
rejection fantasies.  A safe distance from my mocking classmates and
'friends'.

   At first I looked up stuff that involved hot milf mother's in situations
where they betray their son's by having sex with their bullies or
classmates.  There didn't seem to be enough content of that stuff.  I must
be a rare freak; I sighed.  The ones I did find mostly had interracial
elements to it where a 'black muscular gangster' would be fucking the
mother infront of her son on a couch; usually because the son owed money.
These type of video's didn't really do it for me.  They acted fake and
sometimes the mothers looked as young as the son and 'bull' on the video. I
needed something more personal; realistic and psychologically scarring.

   My first attempts seemed hopeless.  But I managed to watch a number of
video's that interested me and channel my imagination towards my particular
fantasies in a different way.  I began watching humiliation point of view
or 'POV video's' on many tube sites on the internet.  This pornography
would involve a woman by herself giving a solo performance; she mocks the
male viewer by saying his penis is small and that all he can do is
masturbate.  These type video's really caused a stir within the blood of my
penis.  These woman were telling me what I really was and it felt so
liberating.  The same way I felt when I thought my mother was having sex
with Ryan or when she told me that one time to go away and do my business
on the toilet.

   These video's; much like my particular fantasy about my mother; made me
feel pathetic.  It felt so good for all my social anxieties not to matter
anymore.  It felt so good to feel the release as I pulled off my social
mask.  Under this mask was an ugly, pimply, lustful, hungry face.  My true
face.

   The distorted truth of my orgasm face had not been revealed to the world
yet.  But sometimes I wonder if the 'wind might change' and the ridiculous,
humiliating, tongue wagging pleasure face I pulled all the time; would
stick forever.  I pathetically wished it would stick as I orgasmed.  Cum
leaked out of my defeated cock beyond my computer chair and onto the
carpet. After the climax I smiled and drooled at the screen like a pathetic
worm.  It felt so good. 
..........................................................................

   **Ryan - Josh's House - One Day Later**

   I was with my friends and they were laughing with one another; talking
about how much we got Scott in trouble.  We were all sitting on a dirty
circular couch with a computer and desk near by.  Scott was expected to
join us later.  We invited him out for a change and since Penny took away
his internet and video-games he was more eager to get out of the house and
spend time with his friends like a normal guy.  That didn't mean that it
was going to be a pleasant time with his buddies though.  Justin, Josh and
Andrew were compelled to tease him just that little bit more; the porn he
looked up was very weird after all.

   I was actually starting to feel sorry for Scott.  I fucking his mum and
everyone in the grade laughed at him now.  Not because I'm having sex with
Penny.  Only Justin, Josh and Andrew know about that.  But because he is
considered an ugly acne infested pervert.  His pimples had gotten really
bad over the last two months and he always goes to the toilet to pull his
dick.  He has become so shameless and sad.

   I've known Scott nearly all my life.  He was my longest friend and he's
Penny's true born son; so I still feel sorry for him.  Sure; I was angry at
him for saying that I 'have no mum'.  But his punishment has been dished
out to him now.  I was tired of making fun of the guy.  While it seemed
Justin, Josh and Andrew were just getting started.  Maybe there was a way
for Scott, Penny and I could to live together happily?

   Justin, Andrew and Josh continue to talk about bullshit.  I sat back and
contemplated how I got in this entire situation.  Penny was like the mum I
never had; or could say; recently acquired.  I remember being
four-years-old during orientation for elementary school and seeing both
Scott and Penny walking infront of my all male family.  I was already
jealous of five-year-old Scott; holding the hand of this beautiful blonde
creature.  I asked my older brother and my dad WHO and WHAT was the
beautiful person that boy was holding hands with.

   "Thats the boys mum...stupid." my older brother Mickey who was
seven-years-old at the time scoffed at me.

   "A Mum???  What's that?" I said very ignorant; but starring and ogling
at this 'Mum's' bum cheeks bouncing up and down as she walked.  Her bum
looked so warm and comforting.  I wanted to cuddle it.

   "It's a mother idiot," Mickey laughed, " It's like our dad; who looks
after us; but is a lady and not a man; and is not as strong or as ugly as
dad."

   I then remember my dad smacking Mickey across the back of the head for
that comment.  Mickey just laughed.

   "Where is MY mum though?" I asked

   "WE don't have one."

   "Oh..." I looked down disapointed as I continued to walk behind the
beautiful mother and the boy I envied.

   It didn't take long for things to start to go my way though.  It turned
out that my dad and Scott's mum worked at the same place and agreed to
babysit each other's children.  So half the time I was able to hang out at
Scott's place and be with his mother for many years to come.  During those
years though I was still jealous.  So I would make obscene jokes about how
big Penny's bottom was.  Even though I liked her big bottom alot.  It was
my favourite feature of her.  It was what I needed in my life after living
in a house of only rough boys.  Deep down I thought of her as my real
mother.  She was the perfect substitute.

   "Hey everyone," Scott said, letting himself in the front door.

   "Hey," My friends looked back from the couch and smiled evilly.

   My friends already had plans for Scott.  They were going to mind fuck
him and laugh at his expense behind his back.  Andrew proposed that we all
show Scott the type of porn he liked; you know, all that 'femdom' and
'small penis humiliation' stuff and make out that us boys like that stuff
too.  Justin and Josh laughed and I went with it and agreed too.  Even
though it would look extremely suspicious despite the fact that Scott
couldn't prove we were over his house the day before.

   "Hey Scotty; look at this awesome stuff we have been checking out on the
Internet!" Andrew called Scott over to the computer.

   Justin, Josh and I hovered over Scott's shoulder as he observed the
pornography on the screen.  Andrew looked back at him and smiled; looking
deep into how Scott expressed himself.

   Scott didn't say anything.  He just stood there as stiff as a statue
like he was shocked.  We all leared at his expression of panic, wonder,
worry and fear.  What was he thinking?  Did he suspect us?  It didn't
matter if he did because there was no way he could prove it.  Did he think
it was a coincidence?

   "I...Uh," Scott, began and gulped, "I...Uh..Cool!  You guys like this
stuff?" He ended nervously.

   "Yeah man," Blonde sturdy Josh smiled, but red in the face, "I love it
when hot ladies be mean to me through the camera and call my penis and a
'tiny wee-wee'"

   I giggled a little, covering my mouth, as Josh maintained his composure
showing the images and video's to Scott.  Justin and Andrew were silently
in hysterical laughter.  They tumbled over the couch holding their stomachs
in painful glee without Scott knowing.  Scott's eyes were glued to the
screen and I was pretty sure he was amazed that we would be into the same
stuff as him.  To bad we were faking it and having a laugh.

   We were fooling Scott for over half an hour.  At first it was funny but
then after a while I was starting to get disgusted and annoyed.  All my
friends wimpering and moaning at the screen and begging the 'mistresses' to
'force them to wank' and say that their 'wee-wee was small,".  I could tell
Josh, Andrew and Justin were having a great time faking it and laughing at
Scott's expense as everything that was coming out of his mouth was legit
and real.

   "I'm pathetic mistress" I would watch him whine "pleeease punish meeee!"

   "I'm an ugly pathetic loser mistress," He would cry "I only derserve to
waaaaank ooooofff!"

   From time to time my friends would taking turns having a break away from
the computer chair and laugh near to couch to gets some breath and
replenish stamina for more laughter to come when they return.  I wasn't
very into it at all.  But they convinced me into saying some things a few
times too.

   "Please let me kiss your feet mistress.  Can I kiss your bottom
mistress?" I remember stepping up and saying a couple of times with my eyes
rolled and annoyed.

   "Wow you guys.  I would have hung out with you more if I knew you were
into this stuff." Scott said with a sense of confidence he shouldn't have.

   "Pfft!" I scoffed angrily, "That's because it's weirdo shit!"

   Scott then looked at me shocked and goofy.  Justin, Josh and Andrew
stepped away from him cruelly.

   "Well...your Mum tells me how small your fucking 'pee-pee' is!  That's
for sure!" I yelled a lie that wasn't true.

   I didn't know why I was so angry at Scott.  I didn't like that he was
getting laughed at like this.  But he was asking for it!  Maybe I was angry
at him acting this way because he was my longest friend; and I was
embarressed for him.  Maybe it was because he was Penny's true born son and
I felt a responsibilty to protect him from social dangers like this.

   "Wh-What's your pr-problem" The ironically big muscly Scott stammered at
me; his lips wiggling like he was about to cry.

   "What's my problem?" My face strunched stern with resentment and disgust
"What the fuck is your problem!  Who the fuck gets off to that stuff!  What
the fuck!  If your Mum found out; she would be sooo fucking disapointed in
you!"

   "But..But they like it as well." Scott stuttered as he looked and
pointed back at Andrew, Josh and Justin for help.

   The boys just looked at Scott blanky.  Shaking their heads slighty at
him.  A showing that they agreed with me and not him.

   "What the fuck is up with you these last couple of months man?" I
scoffed at Scott; slapping the palm of my hand to my forehead, "You were
strong and confident in the past.  But now look at you!  Your'e a fucking
weirdo!  You go to the toilet to wank all the time!  It's fucking gross and
embarressing for us!  You like looking at this weirdo shit!  Like; what the
fuck?  Are you even normal?"

   Scott just looked at me; sitting on the computer chair wide eyed and
defeated.  His lips wiggling even more; he was ready to cry.  It wasn't
long for him to get up off the chair.  He simply just walked past me;
watery eyed; towards the hallway bathroom.

   "Fuck man," Justin said as he slowly walked up to me and making sure
Scott was out of sight, "Maybe you went a little too far,"

   "Maybe" I frowned to my three other friends.

   The boys and I hung out in the loungeroom for another half an hour. 
Scott hadn't seemed to of left the hallway bathroom for all that time.  I
DID feel sorry for him.  I did regret laying it all out on him like that.
But I also needed to poop real bad and I wasn't going to use Josh's
parent's suite to go.  So I walked through the hallway, took a few corners
and knocked on the hallway bathroom door.

   Knock Knock Knock!

   "Scott," I started, "Sorry for getting into you man.  Wer'e going to get
going and you got to come with us!"

   There was no reply.

   "Scott.  Come on; I need to go poop!" I said leaning against the door.

   As I leaned against the door I thought I could hear a very strange
sound. It sounded like distorted whimpering.  I leered at the wooden door
curiously before placing the side of my head and ear against it.

   I could hear crying, blubbering and whimpering.  Words and phrases could
be heard randomly between the verbal stupor and the obvious sound of
masturbation.

   "Mummy luves you!  Mummy hates me!  Oh my god!"

   Fap!  Fap!  Fap!

   "I'm a weirdo!  Your normal!  She deserves better than me!"

   Fap!  Fap!  Fap!

   "Oh my god!" Scott rattled his voice, " Steal her away from meeeeeeee!!"

   FAP!  FAP!  FAP!

   I then launched my head away from the wooden door like it was powered by
electricity.  Did Scott say what I thought he said?  What person could
possibly wan't such a thing?  It felt like after all this time of reaping
the rewards I had discovered that I was part of someone else's twisted
game. It seems Iv'e given Scott just what he wanted.  He's even more
twisted than his mother.

   This whole situation was twisted.  So twisted that I was considering
ending this whole scenario with Penny.  For the first time I was scared.  I
was scared that I was taking part in a warped game I had no control of;
that I was just a pawn.  It was a very interesting and sexy situation.  But
I felt I was damaging a relationship that was deemed priceless at birth and
that in the end I probably stood no chance.  Penny was perhaps going
through a phase and so was I; perhaps.

   I felt I had no choice but to cut ties loose with Penny.

   That night I sat and relaxed at my house for a few hours before sneaking
out of my house at an hour I knew Scott should be sleeping.  I walked for
ten minutes down the cold nightime streets until I made it to Penny's house
and bedroom window.  I knocked on it softy.

   Penny lifted the curtains and was surprised to see me there; waiting for
her.  She decended the curtains immediatly and I walked around the front of
the house and waited for her to open the door.  She opened it as soon as I
reached the door.  She silently rushed me inside the house and towards her
room.

   Penny and I kissed long and loving.  It was planned to be the last time;
so I took it in and embrassed it.  Penny was breathing hard as she kneeled
down.

   Penny then began to roughly pull down my pants and get to my cock as
quickly as possible.

   "Penny wait," I said, "We need to talk,"

   "About what baby boy?" She cooed up at me; looking up at me so loving in
the eyes.  She was so beautiful.

   "Scott's really fucked up.  He really likes this mistress humiliation
porn stuff.  He's completely warped."

   "I'm sorry if he's embarressing you at school or something; Ryan; but
there's really nothing I can do about it except maybe send him to a shrink
or something?"

   "I think he suspects us." I said suddenly.  There was a long pause
between us.  "I think we should end this."

   Penny looked down below my exposed cock for an instant; as if trying to
ignore the last part of what I said, "...Scott doesn't suspect a thing
Ryan. He knows nothing.  He hasn't shown any signs-"

   "But Scott's not a normal kid!  He's a freak.  He knows; and he likes
that this is happening!  I felt sorry for him but he's really starting to
freak me out!"

   "Ridiculous; Scott doesn't know."

   I had no choice; the moment of truth had arrived.  I took a breath and
prepared to say it.  I wanted any excuse not to be part of freaky pimply
Scott's perverted fantasies.

   "I drew it Penny.  I drew 'the fart monster' drawing."

   There was silence.  Penny got up from her knees and sat her large bottom
on the side of her bed.  I saw her eyes shifting from side to side;
thinking about all that has happened since she thought Scott drew that
horrible picture of her.  I saw her eyes begin to tear up.  Was she heart
broken?  My lips went crooked and wiggled as I saw this beautful woman be
so sad.

   "I'm so so sorry Penny.  I only drew it back then and pinned it on Scott
because I was jealous of him and angry that he made that comment that 'I
had no mum'"

   Penny seemed to be lost in thought still.

   "I never dreamed that I would be having sex with you and that I had
fallen in love with you as well.  I understand that I've ruined you and
your son's relationship.  I've made you both so warped and crazy over this
situation.  Scott is now considered a twisted loser who everyone makes fun
of because of me.  It makes me feel so guilty; like I'm responsible."

   She continued to be silent.  I was done making excuses at this point.

   "I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused you and your family Penny.  I
will always love you and never forget you..."

   I pull up my pants and turn to open her bedroom door and leave the
house. I was going miss her.  I'll see her a lot from time to time.  But we
will just have to pretend that our relationship never happened.  Maybe
Scott will act normal again; as some sort of bonus.  I'll be guilt free
from here on in.

   But as I slowly walked towards the door; I couldn't help but feel that I
was going to miss out on years and years of absolute fun passionate sex;
filled with naughty taboo feelings of getting caught and flaunting
flirtation.  That I was going to be missing out on the most romantic
relationship of my life.  That I was seperating from my soulmate!  I sighed
in regret as I took a few more steps away from her; teary eyed.

   "Ryan wait!" Penny leaped forward and grabbed my hand.  She took a deep
breath before giving a lengthy monologue.  "My dear, dear Ryan.  You may
think that you have damaged my relationship with my son; but it's not true.
YOU are the greatest thing that has ever happened in my life.  After years
of sexual confusion since I was an adolencent and Scott's father leaving me
poor and with the burdan that was a baby.  Unlike you; Scott grew up
strange.  But you Ryan; when I babysat you.  You were always funnier than
Scott; smarter than Scott; more affectionate than Scott.  I always deep
down loved you deeper than anything else.  I don't care that you drew that
drawing Ryan.  I love you all the more for it.  It showed how jealous you
were and how much you really cared about me deep down.  I love you so much
Ryan!"

   "Oh mummy" I said teary eyed and moved, "I love you too.  I love you so
much."

   With that; Penny and I made love harder and more passionate than we ever
had before.  I had forgotten about that stupid idea of leaving her.  We
will make it work somehow.

   "Mummy luves you!  Mummy hates me!" I could hear Scott's sad voice in my
head.

   I thrusted into Penny's warm womb and squashed my face into her breast
heaving and puffing and smiling like I was a winner.

   "Your normal Ryan!" The voice of Scott continued to cry, "She deserves
better than me!  She deserves you!"

   I begged my body to climax into her as quick as possible; the bed
bounced.  A physical and psychological showing for my absolute devout love
for her.

   "Steal her away from meeeeeeee.  The imaginary voice cried and faded as
if dying and disappearing from existence.

   I hung my head up high and filled her womb with my semen.  The same womb
my friend Scott had birthed from.  The womb I wished so much to be apart of
since the beginning.  Oh well; life was long.  I had plenty of time to
catch up.

  
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...

   **Scott- At the Mental Hospital- Back at Present Time**

   My mum didn't arrive.  Visiting hours were over.  But I received a phone
call from her.  She let me in on the news.

   "I couldn't make it up today Scott.  I'm sorry"

   "It's OK Mum.  But your going to take me home son right?  I've learned
my lesson."

   "Scott...I think you should stay at the hospital for a few more weeks-"

   "WHAT?  WHY?" I cried on the phone.

   "I still think you need help.  Plus ive got a lot on my plate right now.
Ryan is living here.  He's been living here since you have been at the
mental hospital"

   "RYAN'S LIVING THERE?  WHY??  HOW??" My eyed shuddered in shock and
terror.  But at the same time my cock was twitching.

   "His father is extremely sick and was sent to hospital for surgery.  We
think he's suffering from alchohol poisoning and probably needs to get his
stomach pumped.  So I'm looking after Ryan and parenting him until his
father returns home."

   After the phone call, images of Ryan and Mum laughing and moaning while
twisting their naked bodies all over the house without me overloaded my
brain.  My breath became laboured and my cock within my underwear seemed to
be pulsing with it's own beat.  I became sweaty and clammy and I squinted
my eyes.  I locked my knees like I needed to pee.

   My fantasies were coming true and I had no control over it what so ever.
I leaned into the wall next to the phone and shook and shuddered as the
climax overtook my whole body.

   I was indeed a pathetic creep; I thought as I smiled, cheekbone and
fingers gripping the wall.

   To be continued......