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 Mommy's Love Denied

   By Mathew Elizabeth

   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.  Mom 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 adament about bringing it up to her until I gave up on
the topic all together.  Will my mother treat me this way forever?

   "Your almost connected up Penny," 12-year-old Ryan said, clicking
through my mother's computer with the mouse and setting her up on the home
Internet network.

   Mom 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, mom 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 guidence of his father, who was not very good at computers,
laptops or tablets as well.

   I offered to set it up for her.  But mom 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; who asked his son 12-year-old Ryan to set it up.  I
sighed in dread when I heard that news.

   Andrew, Justin, Josh were at my house too.  We were hanging out in the
loungeroom 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 12-year-old Ryan say, " This
program is a 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," Mom 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 date's 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?" Mom said, " That's quite handy.  How do I get that set up?"

   "Ill show you," I heard Ryan say sweetly. 
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   It was later in the evening and everyone except my mother and I had left
the house.  My mom 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.  Mom 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.

   Mom 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 mom'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 30-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.  Your a very pretty lady."

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

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

   "Oh...ok thats fine," Mom 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 thats so nice of you Rhyno!  Thankyou 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 12-year-old Ryan on the other end of the line.  He
was talking to my mom like she was his equal; like he was his her age.

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

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

   "How do you know that I'm 30-years-old?" Mom 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 your a young mommy...I bet you have the most beautiful,
fullest and most round butt on the planet."

   My fist clenched when I saw that sentence.

   "Hahahaha!  Why Rhyno you cheeky devil." My mom replied back
enthusiastic I'm sure.  I remembered her giggling from last night.

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

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

   Ryan knew full well what my moms ass looked like.  It was the most
beautiful, fullest and most glorious piece of rump meat I ever layed eyes
on.

   "I bet all your sons friends think about you all the time."

   "A 30-year-old mother like me?  I don't think so!  They are only twelve
and thirteen years old.  They don't think about stuff like that."

   "I dont think you understand adolecent boys.  Did you say they were
twelve and thirteen?  That means they are very horny kids.  They probably
masturbate over you every night."

   "Really?  They think of me like that?"

   "Ofcourse!  Plus your son...geesh!  You must be driving him crazy!  I
would wan't to make love to you if you were my mom!"

   "My son?  Scott?  No way!  Thats disgusting!"

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

   "No...he's my son thats 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 thats 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." Mom 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 of connected you up
easily being that his generation knows a bit about computers."

   "My son and I arn't really talking at the moment.  He did a cruel
horrible thing to me."

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

   "Never mind.  Its really embarressing.  Lets 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 shit.  I would be kissing your feet and thanking you
everyday I was alive if I was your son!  Where was his dad during all this?
If I were him I would woop your son's butt and teach him not to disrespect
his mother!"

   "His dad and I divorced and he lives 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'.  A 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 thats not neccesary 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 rythmic 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 mom 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 30-years-old.  He was
wearing a blue police uniform with a batton 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 embarresed 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 13-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 12-year-old boy I
knew.  His hair was much shorter with small signs of receed.  The shape of
his head was more box shaped like a stereo typical marine built for war and
combat.  His sholders were large and he was at least six feet tall.  He
towered over me with such power.  He 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 ASSHOLE!"

   Ryan then threw me belly first on to my bed.  My bare 13-year-old butt
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
booty.

   SWAP!!

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

   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 butt in agony
and protruded my ass out.

   "Hahahahaha!" I heard a group of people laugh behind me and my red
lashed buttocks.  I looked behind me; 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.  Mom was laughing next to him wearing tight black
lingerie and had a strap-on penis that she was strocking 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 wetdream.  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 and
mine and my mothers lives.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 is that I'm
going crazy and my subconcious fear of Ryan is pure invention.  Or it's a
glimps of the future.  I needed more evidence to prove such a paranormal
thing.

   As that one bit of evidence will help me answer the ultimate question.
Should I kill Ryan?
   To be continued...