Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mommy's Love Denied By Mathew Elizabeth Chapter Seven *Scott and his mother remain as first-person-perspective characters. I had sat alone for hours in my resort room. Why hadn't Ryan and my mom 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 walked out into the hallway. I moved straight next door to check up on them. I knocked on my mom's door. When there was no answer I pushed forward and rattled at the doorknob. The door was locked. ........................................................................... ..... 2 HOURS EARLIER 12-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. An ensuite 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 sofa 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 wont be long," "No problem," The boy smiled with a cheeky grin. I entered the ensuite without thinking to close the door and got undressed. I pulled my pants down bellow my buttocks to my ankles.I pulled my pants off and placed them on the sink near the shower. I pulled my cell-phone out of the pockets and placed it ontop of them. I then took my sweater and shirt off. At this stage I was only wearing my pink panties and bra. My butt felt a bit itchy as my panties were caught between my moist butt-crack. As I flicked at my asscrack, trying to unsticken the pink panty material from my moist inner butt flesh; I realised that 12-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 of 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 ensuite door when my phone beeped and vibrated. I had received a text message. I picked it up and read the screen. "Leave the ensuite 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 ass 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 overwealming 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 butt 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 pink pantied ass 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 12-year-old Ryan had his eyes on his laptop computer and tablet. 30-year-old 'Rhyno' followed me here; I thought at first, and gazed at the window. 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-plowed 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 ensuite. 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 booty 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 fetish it seemed. At that stage I didn't care how 30-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 12-year-old Ryan saw me naked. I'm sure the boy wasn't interested in women yet anyway. Especially women with a 'big old ass' 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 butt. My butt cheeks were so wide that it caught the soapy water and guided it the centre of my ass crack. It tickled my inner crack so much. I then stuck out my ass 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 12-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 atleast see the figure of a man. But I saw nothing. I sighed in frustration and shook my ass more playfully; giving the guy even more of a show as water ran down my body. I was rewarding 30-year-old Rhyno's mysteriousness. The phone beeped and I read it with my face wedged against the shower wall. "Keep wiggling it 'fat butt'! 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 ass 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 ass infront of my 'internet cyber lover' who was apparently outside the room window; and a naive and innocent 12-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 humilaition. So much so that it was the origin of me developing my fetish that 'Rhyno' indulges for me online and sends me through addictive humiliating orgasms. Thats right, I'm 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 goodlooking 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 7th grade in school. I had already turned 13-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 infront 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 infront 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 the entire class was 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 thankyou to my fellow students and teacher for listening to my-" Pfft! It was so short and quick but everyone heard it. All my peers eyes intantly 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 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 face's 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 cliterous. I rubbed and flicked at it; still thinking about the mocking face's 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 humilation! YES...YEESS....YEEEESSSSS!!! SPLAASH! I was back in the shower at present time again. I had orgasmed right in the open shower infront of an ignorant 12-year-old boy looking at his computer. My only sons 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 humilation 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. It wasn't the end of the world after all. 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 ass 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 sons grade laughing about me. Laughing about my big juicy booty like I was some funny monster or animal on display. I quivered with excitement from the thought. Those feelings from years ago reemerged I was dripping like an overheated radiator while I yelled at Scott and told him to go to his room. 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 rubbed my pussy and my ass all through my bedsheets. Dreams with images and sounds of 13-year-old boys; Scott's friends; Justin, Andrew, Josh and even Little Ryan laughing at me wide eyed with excitement brung me back to those new, powerful and intense feelings I had when I was a young developing 13-year-old girl. I still clung to the shower wall of my resort rooms ensuite, poking my wet slippery ass 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 45-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 ensuite 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 its time for you to play with mine. Mommy :)" Lightning struck me as the most obvious answer entered my head. Little Ryan, I thought...little 12-year-old Ryan...he.....he was 30-year-old 'Rhy-! KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! ........................................................................... ... 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 mothers 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. "Its just you both took ages!" I said loud, "You were in there for two whole hours! I was bored out of my mind! Why did you lock the door anyway?" "Scott!" Mom yelled out from her bed, "Stop yelling, im trying to get some rest!" From what? I thought red in the face. "You should check the cabin out with Scott now Ryan," Mom said to him in a queer and worried voice. "Sure Penny," 12-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 mom did was let a bomb loose on the toilet. She stunk the whole room out with her stanky old butt!" 12-year-old Ryan then laughed at his own joke. "Shut the fuck up!" I said, "What would my mom 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. To be continued...