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 Mommy's Love Denied

   By Mathew Elizabeth

   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 mommy, 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 ass 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 mommy," I said respectfully to my mommy-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 mommy's fat rump-ass in the
morning used to give me such an energy boost for the day.  Her round
butt-flesh filled my 13-year-old body with harsh testosterone.  It filled
my subconscious with the confidence to 'tackle the day'.  But now I just
felt empty; like a important ingredient was missing from my daily life.  My
mothers wonderful bottom seemed to be gone forever.

   "Don't forget to hand in the Holiday Pamphlets to Ryan," Mom said,
placing a bunch of coloured papers in front of me on the table.

   That's right I forgot!  Mom 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 caravan at a specific geographic
spot where it snowed sounded really exciting and new.

   Ryan's father was work colleagues with my mother.  Mom 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 12-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.  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 mom's butt in elementary school; this was well before my
friends thought of her sexually.  He wouldn't spare any obscene details
while I was trapped in his home.  He would banter on and on about 'fat-ass'
jokes and 'fart jokes' about my mom.  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 9-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.

   "Your so funny Ryan!" I remembered mom giggle silly 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!" 8-year-old Ryan would later say to me with a wide
grin, "Your moms butt caused an earthquake when she walked in!"

   Wether it be wisecracks at school, at his house or through social
networking on the internet; Ryan made it loud an 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 12-year-old Ryan.  Ryan didn't
think my mom 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 30-year-old woman like my beautiful mom; Ryan
was harmless.

   "Have a good day mom!" 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 mom today.  If
they say that stuff ill just separate myself from them.  Ill 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 your going to have Scotty's mom all to yourself for almost four
days?" Justin said wide eyed and excited.

   "Yeah Penny will be there too" 12-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 hump her big ass!"

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

   "What??" 12-year-old 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
moms ass-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 Hippo's ass."

   More laughter from my friends.

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

   "No," Ryan agreed, "But her ass 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 mommy for skinny dipping in your pool when you were nine-years-old."

   Oh my god!  I can't believe he's bringing this up.

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

   "Yeah, you should of seen it guys!" Ryan began, " 9-year-old Scotty here
was being naughty to his mommy.  So she 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 'faggot' 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," 13-year-old Andrew sneered.

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

   "Scott!" My furious 26-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 mommy.

   "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 mom; laughing and holding his stomach,
knowing he had got me into trouble.

   "But mommy!" I dared to argue, "Being grounded means I shouldn't be
playing with friends.  So why is Ryan here!"

   I then peer behind mom 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 yell at me like!" Mom 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, "
Your 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 mommy," 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!" Mommy said with a disappointed frown.  She 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 buttocks 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 mothers open hand.

   I cradled my head upwards and looked to see 8-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 mommy's grasp.

   SMACK!  SMACK!

   "Ouch!  Ooooh please mommy!  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 moooomy!" I bellowed.  My whole naked and cold
lower region wiggled and squirmed

   "NAUGHTY!"

   SMACK!!!!

   "BOY!!"

   SMACK!!!!

   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 to him.

   After 12-year-old Ryan told the story to my friends.  They all laughed
at me and made fun of me.

   "Naaaaaw," Skinny 12-year-old Justin taunted me, "Poor baby Scotty!  He
got spanked by his mommy 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 mom; because, BECAUSE," I knew this
was the wrong thing to say to Ryan, " BECAUSE YOU DONT HAVE A MOM!!"

   All my friends gasp in shock and horror.

   "Scott!" Justin yelled, "That's low; asshole!  Its not Ryan's fault his
mom'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.

   It was true that I went too far talking about that stuff though.  Ryan's
mother died giving birth to him.  I remembered my mom 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 mommy in it.

   With my mother in mind.  My mean friends had done it again.  They
completely fucked up my thoughts 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 mommy spank me and held me in place when I was
naughty those years ago made my dick hard and warm.  My mommy 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.

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

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

   My legs convulsed and spasmed on 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.  My head
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 and 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.

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

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

   My eyes widen, happy and very excited.  My mommy 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 Mom!"

   I thought about it for a couple of seconds.  Of course Ryan's dad would
of phoned and complained!  Thankyou Ryan!  You gave my mommy a reason to
spank me; happy days!

   "Your right Mommy!" 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 13-year-old bot-bot to her.
I slightly bend over and point my white pale bubble buttocks in her
direction.

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

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

   To my horror; my mommy 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..." Mom began after the awkward chuckle, "Your 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 Ryan and his father were
standing behind Mom.  I had never felt so embarrassed.  Ryan and his Dad
had seen me offer my butt for a spanking.  They must of thought I was so
weird!

   Ryan had his hands over his mouth; his face was red from containing his
laughter.  His father 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" Mom said awkwardly.

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

   "That's OK," Skinny weedy 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 radiation.  My dick was harder than it had ever been
that it was in pain.  Tear drops sprinkled on my bedroom carpet.

   Things will get better; won't they?
   To be continued......