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 Mommy's Love Denied

   By Mathew Elizabeth

   Chapter Six

   *From this chapter onward we will be introduced to one more characters
first-person-perspective.  Scott's mother.

   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 12-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 magnatised there.  I saw Ryan cup one of my
mothers asscheeks 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 mommy." 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 ass to me.  She was mocking me with a full moon.  A glorious
full moon!

   "Mommy...Mommy...Mommy"

   I gyrated my hips as I dissolved away.  The butthole 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!

   "MOMMY!!"

   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', 12-year-old
Ryan was sitting next to my mom 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 30-year-old mother.  It had been a long tiresome
wait while us two boys were driven to the Snow-Plains.

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

   "A couple of hours." Mom 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.  15-year-old Mickey had a girlfriend he was
obsessed with and preferred not to leave her.  So it was just 12-year-old
Ryan plus my mom and I who travelled to the Snow-Plains for the long
weekend.

   I was already feeling paranoid.  Ryan had continued to contact my mom
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 mom was easily pleased; I could hear 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 12-year-old Ryan had obtained my mother's
cell-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 pornagraphic
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 mom with a deep frown.
They giggled with one another.  12-year-old Ryan was saying something funny
or rude and mom 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 others eyes like they loved one another made me
too 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 also; 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.  12-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
I could call me "Mommy" in private and that I call him "Son" and
"Honey-Bun".  He looked so cute asking me that I simply couldn't refuse. 
So little Ryan these last few weeks has been calling me 'Mommy' 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
adolecent 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 Brendan's tries with
his flirts and favours; I have always rejected him.  He was a nice guy.  We
are collegues at a supermarket 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.  I know,
la-di-da!  I'm with the hip crowd now!  Anyway, 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; 30-years-old.  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 the ones we were having with
each other.

   As soon as my converstations with 'Rhyno' were more secure; our chats
become more erotic.  So much so that I revealed my deepest darkest and most
twisted perverted desires to this man.  The type of fetishes 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 inlove 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 a 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 woken 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.

   Mom 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 mom and Ryan ran side by side as they entered the front cabin door.  I
smiled as I saw my moms big butt 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 12-year-old Ryan's voice cut in.

   "YES" Ryan said instantly.

   "N..n...Well," My mom 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.

   Mom awkwardly explained that 'I' was indeed her son.  The manager
quickly apologised and lead 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 en-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 mom's room tonight." Ryan said at once.

   "What?!" I yelped shocked, "No your not!"

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

   "I don't care!  Your not staying in my mom's room!  Forget it!"

   "Ryan," Mom 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," Mom said giving in.

   My eyes widened with shock.

   "Only for one night though ok." Mom 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 a evil smile.

   I watched as 12-year-old Ryan and my 30-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
side to close the door.

   The door slammed shut.  My heart began to race.

   For hours 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 mom.

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