Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mommy's Love Denied By Mathew Elizabeth Chapter Eight *Scott and his mother remain as first-person-perspective characters. The three of us ate dinner in the Resort Restaurant not far from the cabin. It was a large open space with a red wooden glow to it. Many people were around us. The restaurant was packed and every table was full with families or groups of roudy teenagers who traveled on holiday for the long weekend. Tables and chairs were situated downstairs and upstairs. The sound of people's bickering along with the tapping and scraping of their knives and forks against their china plates echoed everywhere rivaling the melody and beat of the folk music. We were seated downstairs near the bar. I sat on one side of the table while 12-year-old Ryan and my 30-year-old mother sat on the other side. It was rather strange watching them both interact this time around. It was hard to hear over all the sound and music but from what I noticed their expression and vibe was different. Ryan was looking very sensual and kneeling into her whispering things in her ear. My mother didn't laugh or smile this time. She looked very nervous and looked from side to side; thinking someone in the restaurant might over hear. It was impossible, it was so loud. Why are you so scared and nervous looking mom? Why are you blushing as well? My eyes widened when I saw mom place her hand on Ryan's and stroked it up and down like a loving mother would. My mouth quivered and frowned. I noticed a table of roudy sixteen-year-old teenagers smiling and jeering at our table behind Mom and Ryan. There was four of them. All their naughty eyes were glued to my moms loving gesture towards Ryan. The teenage boys lips moved and said words so obvious I thought I might be a lip reader. Words like 'Milf', 'Hot Mom' and 'Lucky' came out of their mouths. I looked down at my plate of food; trying to ignore the atmosphere and vibe around me. But it was too late; my little penis had become rock hard. "Ill be back! I'm going to the toilet!" I called out to my mom. My mom just looked at me for a second with Ryan hanging off of her and nodded like she understood. With that, I got up and walked past many bickering people as I entered the male toilets. I instantly walked to the furthest cubicle away from the door and sinks ensuring I get better private time. I open the cubicle door, roll out a bunch of toilet paper and placed it on the toilet seat. I then pulled down my pants and underwear and sat my butt on the covered toilet seat. I began to play with myself. I grasped harshly at the base of my penis. I looked down at it with wide delirious eyes; seeing my pink head bulge beyond my tightly curled fingers. Clear pre-cum pooled around it like a protective layer. I began to sob as I harshly pulled my cock backwards and forwards; milking it with all those thoughts of humiliation. I knelt my sitting body forward; squinting my eyes as my hand and fingers pleasured the stem of my dick. "Mommy," I cried with tears in my eyes, "I love you mommy." Thoughts of mom and Ryan smiling together on the table was bringing me over the edge. I was frantically pulling my cock at this stage. My whole body and face was vibrating and bouncing on the toilet seat; making wet, sticky, clapping sounds. I whimpered and whined; loud and shameless. "MOMMY!" I squealed, "MOOOMYYY!!" But then I heard the sound of a door swinging open. It was then followed by the sound of young roudy laughter. "Damn bro!" I heard a teenage boy with a cracked voice say, "That momma out there was hot am I right?" Frightened, I slowed my frantic movements. I still had my hand on my penis. I slowly continued to pull it but was much more quiet and less frantic compared to before. "Damn right man," I heard his friend reply, " What a beautiful woman. That kid sitting next to her must be the luckiest son in the world!" My eyes went even more wide. My mouth hung open. I must of looked like a crazy freak. I pulled my penis even more frantic; still making sure to make no noise. "Did you get a look at the loser friend watching them in jealousy?" one said. "Yeah he looked so goofy and stupid perving on them." I frowned dramatically; my mouth must have looked like a upside-down crecent moon. My eyes were pooling with tears. I pulled at my cock harder; my bulbus eager dickhead was bouncing in and out of the palm of my hand. "Imagine the ass that kid out there gets everynight," I heard the first boy say as I heard him enter the cubicle furthest from me and sit down. "Gross, thats called incest dude," I hear his friend laugh. "I wouldn't care. If my mom was that hot I would totally go for it!" I glared deliriously at the toilet door, pulling my cock at a more frantic pace again. Tears were running down my cheeks. A waterfall of tears blurred my vision. Drool was running down my chin. My little penis was hurting from the intense up and down friction. Was it true? Had I neglected my loving mother? Should I have made such sexual advances on her? Would she even of let me? Had I already ruined the greatest opportunity a boy like me can be given? I'm an idiot! Im such a idiot! "I'm telling you man," The first teen continued to say, "That kid out there probably kisses his moms big ass and pretty feet every night before he goes to bed, not just her face." His friend who was in the cubicle next to him laughed. But those words sent electricity through me. It all happened at once like a single joined movement. My neck cradled upwards in a forced distorted pose. My face changed. My eyes went even wider, if that was even possible, dinner plate wide. My mouth went crooked like a sideways triangle. My tongue shot out like a spear, saliva splattering along with it. My legs locked, squashing the balls of my little pee-pee between my legs. My hands still around the base, shaking and shuddering. "OOOHHHHHHH! OOOWWWW!" I yelped in distress. Greyish white liquid sprung forth from my crotch. The piercing, burning sensation was both painful and pleasurable. Pressure filled my skull. My head felt like it was trapped in a vice. The thunderclap headache blasted through me like a bomb. The liquid hit the toilet door and ran down like glue. "What the fuck?" I heard one boy say. "Who was that?" The other called out. Despite me being so weak post orgasm I sprung up, pulled my pants up and retreated as fast as a lightning bolt. I returned to the table flushed and tired. Mom and Ryan remained in their loving position like they were before. The stress had left me, for now anyway. I looked at them with a almost content daze. They looked back at me with a smile, seeming content as well. The three of us then walked back to the cabin together. It was cold and night time. But there were lights similar to street lights all around the resort. So it was easy to see. Mom looked very cold, crossing her arms and kneeling forward for warmth. I was about to hug her to keep her warm but Ryan beat me too it. Just when I was about to put my arm out, Ryan jumped in, shoving his head under moms armpit and throwing his skinny arm around her back. That made me blush with jealousy. They both walked ahead of me with their arms around one another. I was behind them, feeling cold now. I crossed my arms and kneeled forward like my mother did earlier on. But they didn't notice me as they walked further and further ahead. I shivered as I saw them walk up the snowy hill together like they were one warm being. "Wait for me!" I called out well behind. I watched them walk past our locked family car and towards the light of the front cabin resort door. I ran faster and faster to enter the door with them. It wasn't like I was gong to be locked out. But it felt symbolic. I sprinted faster and faster. But I wasn't fast enough. Ryan and my mother were out of view and back inside the cabin. I stopped running and slowly walked with a frown. I entered the cabin and walked through the narrow hallway towards the two rooms at the end. I instantly walked to my moms room, paying no mind of my mine. I didn't bother knocking. I grabbed the handle and pushed it down to open the door. The handle didn't decend. It was locked; again! I still didn't bother knocking. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Warm tears streamed down my face again. I put my fishy sweaty hands on the door and nudged my head into it. I then slide myself down the door and kneeled on the floor helpless and alone. ........................................................................... ..... 12-year-old Ryan and I entered the room without a word. I knew he was 'Rhyno' now. How could I be so stupid and not put the pieces together earlier on? I looked back at the boy. He was behind me, looking at me with a naughty grin. I blushed back at him. I knew these feelings were immoral, but he was 'Rhyno', my crush! My love and my obsession over this last month was merely a 12-year-old boy! Looking into his young face with his naughty eyes and demeanour, it all made sense. Little Ryan was the one who indulged me with my humiliation fantasies; mostly concerning my large butt. Little Ryan was the one who knew all those naughty secrets about me! Little Ryan was the one who I truly loved. These feelings were new but scary. It added a whole new level of eroticism for me. A school boy, my sons cheeky friend, oh my goodness! Ryan just moved silently towards his equipment that was plugged in near the sofa. It was so strange that we hadn't talked to each other about it yet. Even the things he was whispering to me in the restaurant were merely his playful 'mommy' talk. HIS fantasy. Which made sense as well. Ryan had lost his mother at birth. He never knew what it was like to have a mother. It was something that was denied to him his entire life. So it made sense for him see me as his motherly symbol. Ryan sexualised me though, so that means he hit puberty a while ago. No prepubescent boy could be so advanced with sex such as he was. I was already wet, thinking about the words on the chat-program and looking at the cute face of the boy that typed them. He knew me more than anyone. I discussed intimate and private things with him but also loving, fun and passionate things. I told him about my favourite music and movies. He was kind enough to send me links on the internet to my favourite artists. Even though they weren't his generation of music. It was so sweet of him. I discussed my hobbies and interests with him and he would eagerly praise or encourage me. He made me blush like I was part of a romantic comedy film. The more I thought about it; the more I realised that Scott never gave me those things. Even in an innocent way, he neglected me as a mother. Plus, yes, he neglected me as a woman as well. It was no denying that I was beautiful and all the boys in Scott's school talk about my ass like it was for sale; Ryan/'Rhyno' told me online. It was probably an additional reason why Scott drew that horrible drawing of me; on top of revenge for me punishing him for making fun of Ryan; he didn't wan't those boys to be interested in me. He didn't wan't me to see that I COULD be treated better, better then he treats me. What am I his servant? He never appreciated me! Not like the boys in his school. Not like adorable Little Ryan. I crawled onto the bed doggie style. It was time for your reward Little Ryan. You deserve the reward only a mother could give to her son. Warmth,true warmth. I peeled off my trousers along with my panties and revealed my large bare butt cheeks and tightly closed pink pussy. I looked behind myself with my nuckles pushed harshly into the bed covers. I saw the look on 12-year-old Ryan's face. It was a look I will never forget; and, hopefully forever see. Little Ryan stood there. His shirt was already off. His skinny hairless chest heaving with excitement. His rib cage could be slightly seen every time he extended his little chest and inhaled. His bony shoulders lifted up and down every breath he took. But his face, oh my god, his face! It was so adorable! His narrow eyes were lit up and wide as I had ever seen them, staring at my intimate place's between my buttcheeks. I forced my butthole to wink at him. Tears of joy seemed to be pooling at his eyelids. I big wide smile like a upright crecent moon matched with MY full moon in the night. He took a couple of steps closer, with that same expression of awe and ecstacy on his young face; so full of emotion and love. "Mommy is ready to recieve you my baby boy," I said without shame to my sons friend. Giving my lover his fantasy. "Mommy!" I heard 12-year-old Ryan yelp and cry out. The next thing I felt as I pushed my face into my pillow and bellowed out a sound like a Hippopotamus, was the boys nose and lips lodged between my cheeks and twisting into my ass crack and pussy. His skinny cold hands squeezed my big ass cheeks. "Mommy!!" Ryan squealed out, his voice muffled by my big ass. I moaned and whined with him. It felt like his whole body might fall completely inside of me and he might get lost. We shuddered together and we melded together. The evening was no longer cold. ........................................................................... ..... I sat alone in my smaller resort room pulling my penis backwards and forwards again. It seemed like there was nothing else to do. I was alone and bored. I wasn't interacting with anyone. Ryan didn't wan't to hang out with me, even when he wasn't in my moms room. Mom was ignoring me completely. Had it finally happened? Had Ryan's succeeded in his master plan? No, surely he couldn't of, not yet anyway! I bit my lip as I bounced up and down my toilet seat from the frantic rubbing and pulling from my arm. I was almost there. I needed to relieve myself of this feeling seven fold. I thought about Ryan being in bed with my mother. They were both naked and Ryan's little bare butt was bouncing up and down between a pair of thick spread grown woman legs. I pulled my cock to the rhythm of their imaginary naked bodies bouncing up and down. His much smaller body melding into her much bigger one. Even though I was imagining it, I let out a violent and instantanious sob of a cry. Tears welled down my face, tickling my nose and giving my mouth a sour taste. I pulled faster and faster. I needed to climax, I needed to! "Ryan! Oh Ryan!" I could barely imagine my mother saying past the wall between our two rooms. Or was it my imagination? I pulled my cock down harshly every single time I thought I heard that name get cried out. So harsh that it hurt and I thought I was going to break my cock. "Ryan! Ryan!" "Mommy! Mommy!" "Ryan! Ryan!" "Mommy! Mommy!" "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" I yelped out and twisted my butt tightly on the toilet seat. Ropes and ropes of semen shot out of me and landed on the floor. I slouched off the toilet in a daze. My legs were like jelly. I breathed and heaved in and out. I was so tired. The 'imaginary' voices from next door stopped. Everything seemed to stop around me. I had never felt so depressed and alone. At least I couldn't be surprised anymore. I was a pessimist and my best bet was that Ryan was going to stay in my moms room throughout the long weekend. At least Ill have plenty of time alone to masturbate, I thought as I smiled deliriously at my hands. My eyes remained wide with tears making my cheeks sticky. What could I do? Nothing; I was helpless, and a worthless excuse for a son. To be continued....