Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Mommy's Love Denied By Mathew Elizabeth Chapter Nine *Scott and his mother remain as first-person-perspective characters. A couple of weeks had past since I travelled to the 'Snow Plains' with the boys. I was looking out the window beyond my pool and washed some dishes, shielded by the sunlight. This day was a special one. It was Little Ryan's thirteenth birthday. Ryan and I hadn't continued our sexual relationship the entire two weeks since that snowy long weekend. I promised that starting with his birthday; that would change. I waited eagerly for Ryan to arrive in the early afternoon. His father, Brendan, allowed him to have a day off school. It was the perfect time; while my son Scott studied hard, away from home. ........................................................................... ..... I sat in maths class in the back corner of the room. Everyone in my grade was treating me strange. I could hear some of them snicker and giggle about me. I tried to glue my eyes to the paper and text book on my desk. But my eyes kept creeping up and matching some boy's or girl's. They giggle and look away; to my horror. Why was everyone laughing at me? Somehow I already knew. Though I didn't want to admit it to myself. It was Ryan's birthday, he got a day off school. Was he at my home with my mom? My lips wiggled under my crossed arms around my face. I didn't want my peers to see my humiliation. I didn't want them to see my shame. "Sir," I called out, " I got to go to the bathroom," More humiliating giggles surrounded me. "He is probably going to jerk off sir," 12-year-old spiky haired Justin said; followed by loud laughter this time. The teacher excused me and I exited the classroom blushing. Justin was a prick, but he wasn't wrong. My cock was bulging. I thought it was going to explode. Like a horny stag; I simply couldn't help myself anymore; I needed to let it out. Even if the relief only lasted for an hour or two. ........................................................................... ..... I ran warm soapy water through my hands, I heard the sound of the front door creeking open. I had left it unlocked. Oh my goodness, finally, it was him! It was little Ryan! After so long we are finally able to have sex again! "Penny?" I heard the boy say meekly. The sound of him slowly trodding through the house towards the dining area and kitchen sent shivers down my spine. I continued to wash the dishes; keeping my calm. The now 13-year-old boy had entered my view, shaggy haired and red in face. He rode his bike to the house. "Happy Birthday, my handsome man!" I smiled back at him with my hands still in the sink. "Thanks Mommy," my son's friend smiled as he took a few steps closer towards me. "It's been a long time waiting," I said wiggling my big trouser covered ass at him. "Yeah it has," I noticed him smiling and staring at my big warm buttocks. "So what should we do today?" I said, while slowly taking my hands out of the sink. "Everything?" I added with a giggle. "No not everything," Ryan quivered in excitement and licked his thin lips, " We have plenty of time for that. I want you to stay in that position. Put your hands back down in the sink please!" I instantly obeyed and dropped my hands in the warm soapy water with a splash. "Would you...?" The boy began to ask shy and meek, "would you let me sniff and lick your butt and pussy...for as long as I like?" I looked away from the boy, wide eyed and smiling with glee. "Your wish is my command, baby boy," I replied, arching my back and poking my big covered ass out to him. "Mommy!" My son's friend whimpered. He then dropped to his knees right behind my butt and unzipped his shorts. ........................................................................... ..... I sat in my usual toilet cubicle in the school toilets and jerked my little cock off once again. My eyes were wide with paranoia; my teeth gritted with angst. My fingers and thumb were springing backwards and forwards between my legs. My wrist was clicking away from over use. I went cross eyed and stuck out my tongue in a obscene helpless way as I thought about the passionate sex my mother and Little Ryan were having. It's my imagination; it's just my imagination! I thought about little 13-year-old Ryan kneeling behind my 30-year-old mother's big trousered bottom with a maniac expression. Mom slowly and longingly wiggled it infront of his face for his enjoyment. He pulled out his cock from beyond the zipper of his shorts. Ryan's penis was big; way bigger than mine. He was pulling at it eagerly as he tilted his head curiously and stuck his nose out and sniffed at my mothers trousers where her asscrack was. I whimpered helplessly at that thought. Ryan was experiencing something so beautiful from her; I was so jealous. Why couldn't it be me? ........................................................................... .... Little Ryan reached one of his skinny arms out. I felt his fingers on my skin when he grabbed at my trousers and pulled them down. My pink pantied butt cheeks wobbled from the aftershock of my trousers decending at such a quick pace. I moaned when I felt Ryan's nose and lips pressed against the panties between my butt crack. I could feel his nostrils flairing up as he smelled my intimate region. I could feel his lips pushing and kissing aswell. His face was twisting between my legs and butt cheeks along with the harsh masturbation he was giving his young cock. "Mommy! Mommy!" I could hear the boy say as he sunk deeper and deeper into my ass-crack. "It's ok baby boy." I coo, reaching back and stroking his hair, "Take your time baby. Enjoy it." "Mommy!!" I hear him yelp in joy, vibrating his head faster and faster along with the movement of his frantic pulling and tugging. I then felt Ryan try to push and lodge his head even further in my crevice. It wasn't possible but Ryan seemed to be so delirious he was trying to attempt the impossible. I was so worried that my big buttocks might crack his little skull like an egg. But he didn't seem to care. "MWOA!!" He yelped out with as gasp of air. His face finally left the depths of my pantied ass crack. "I want to do this forever!" Little Ryan said breathless. I just giggled back at him and wiggled my ass at his sweaty young face even more playful. I then felt his hands on my skin again as he grabbed at my panties and shoved them down bellow my knees as well. "Oooooh!" I squealed in delight, "Hasty now arn't we baby?" ........................................................................... ..... I pulled my cock faster and faster. If people were to bare witness to me they would think I was suffering from a heart attack. The images of 13-year-old Ryan playing with my mothers big ass was so vivid. With one digruntled sound that I thought sounded like a snarl, I imagined Ryan shoving his face between my moms bare ass cheeks. Mother moaned in a passionate deep voice. Ryan's face was twisting and turning; losing itself between her asscrack. He moved his nose about and tried to scrape against her butthole. His tongue lapped all around her intimate area's. I then saw his eyed widen even more as he pushed his tongue and slid it up through moms thick asscrack and right past her asshole; collecting layors of her ass sweat with it. That made mom yelp in glee. She moaned and squirmed against his little head. It looked like her ass might engulf him. I cried; why couldn't it be me being swallowed by her wonderful butt? Mom cocked one of her legs helplessly. Ryan started sucking and pulling at her cliterous with his lips; almost knawing it it and tearing it away from the rest of her vagina. When that became too much to bare for her, it was like he read mom's mind and speared his tongue into her pink asshole. I imagined her squealing from the feeling of his little tongue joyfully trying to invade her anal hole. She shook like electricity ran through her body. I shook on the school toilet seat in a similar manor; having mixed emotions as I cried helplessly while having one of the best masturbation sessions of my life. I was having such a thrill thinking about my mother and 'friend' having sex that I was forever denied to join. It was so confusing. ........................................................................... ..... "Aahhh!" I cried out as the boys head was lodged behind me, "Aaahh! Aaah!....I wanna suck your dick baby boy!" Ryan's head pulled away from my intimate region. I looked behind myself and saw him smile with that cheeky grin he gives. I smiled sweetly back at him. I turned around with my pants still bellow my knees. My ass and pussy felt so slick and good from his saliva. I then looked at him and cupped my wrist under his chin. We looked into each others eyes. I gazed down at him and him up at me. We were inlove. It was a powerful forbidden love; but I was never so sure about anything in my entire life. I loved little Ryan with all my heart. I then lifted him up by the shoulders and sat him at the edge of the sink. He was so light. His pants were already down. His large hairless cock was slick and hard as a rock. It was a strange look having a penis so big on a body so skinny, hairless and underdeveloped. With one long gasp of air I pushed my face against the base of his cock and top of his ball sack. The boy squinted his eyes and let out a long high pitched moan. I continued to kiss between the balls and the stem; working my way up towards the top where his bulbus tip was. I slowly and passionetely nippled my lips up against the stem and towards his circumcised cut dickhead. It was so thick, red and healthy looking. Somehow this boy grew a horse cock from his genetic line. I wanted to please it; I needed to please it! As soon as my lips touched his red dickhead; Ryan cradled his head up high and yelped in glee with his eyes squinting tight. Little Ryan's young mouth hung open in ecstacy with his tongue hanging out like a puppy dog. I slurped and slavered my tongue against the slipery bulbus knob; gliding back and forth and frantic against his piss-slit. Ryan squirmed in voice and body. His skinny pale legs, feet and toes wiggled, thrashed and curled. His stomach was heaving in and out bellow the bones of his ribcage. It was like he was malfunctioning from pleasure. I plunged my mouth and throat up and down Little Ryan's thick pole. I could sense that he was close. I could feel it! "Mommy..." Ryan said breathlessly, bending his head downwards now and squashing his neck as he watched me devour his member, "Moooommyy!" "It's ok baby boy!" I muffle and slurp at my son's friend with his dickhead half in my mouth, "Let it out! Let it all out inside mommy's mouth!" The boy then thrusted his hips faster and faster against my face; all with an expression of awe and incredulous wonder. "Aaahhhh! AAAhhhh! AAAAHHHH!" He screamed out. SPLURT! Thick cream shot and spread around my entire mouth cavity. I gulped parts of it down eagerly. Minutes later with his cock still resting flacid in my mouth; I looked up at Ryan's adorable sweaty face. He looked down at me with a flushed smile. I then reached up and held his face by the chin; gazing at his intense, piercing narrow eyes. "I wish you were my mommy forever." He said, still breathless. "I wish you were my son," I found myself saying as I stroked his smooth face, "Your face is so cute and smooth. Unlike Scott's face who is beginning to develop some horrible acne. His pimples and blackheads really are unbarable to look at." "Yeah I know right?" Ryan giggled, " Look's like Scott's going to be a crater face. I kind of feel sorry for him; being so ugly and all. If his face offends you so much I can get him out of the house more, so you don't have to look at him as much." I simply said nothing. I just looked up at this young cocky boy named 'Ryan' and knew that I was inlove with his demenour and spunk. It didn't matter that he insulted my son. I didn't care. Every word that came out of this boys mouth made me drip. ........................................................................... ..... "AAAAAHHH! ERRGG!" I spurted semen and shook within the toilet cubicle. Tears were seeping down my face and stinging the pimples on my cheeks. I got up and grabbed some toilet paper on the side and wiped my face with it. As I wiped away the tears I also knocked against some of my pimples, causing them to burst and bleed. I tried to wipe away the blood from my cheeks; but it continued to seep uncontrollable. I returned to class helpless and defeated. I noticed some students who were late to class had taken my seat in the back corner of the room. So I had no choice but to sit at the front corner of the room near a very beautiful and popular girl. I was already nervous and lacked confidence as it was. As soon as I sat next to the girl, she sneered at me in disgust and pointed at my flawed bloody scabby face in horror. I touched my face in paranoia and noticed blood was still dripping down my face. Bloody pimple puss was now on my fingers. I looked back at her with a defeated teary frown. This beautiful girl gave me the same look of digust and contempt my mother has been giving me these last couple of months. By this stage I knew I could never win. But it looked like I was going to be kicked while I was down. To be continued...