Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mommy's Love Denied By Mathew Elizabeth Volume Two 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 infront 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." ........................................................................... ..... 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!" ........................................................................... ..... 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 told 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. To be continued.