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 Mommy's Love Denied

   By Mathew Elizabeth

   Chapter Thirteen

   **Penny- At Home**

   Happiness...True happiness.  Ryan and I lay naked together under the
covers early in the morning.  Both of us had woken from a glorious sleep.
The past two weeks have been the best time I've ever spent in my life.  I
couldn't stop thinking about it all.  I would look to my left; nesting my
head against my pillow and gaze into thirteen-year-old Ryan's eyes.  He had
woken the same moment as I did.  It was like we were in unison.  We looked
into each others eyes and remembered the things we did to one another for
the past month; Male and Female, Woman and Boy, Mother and Son.  Ryan may
not be my biological son; but we were more connected on a more biological
sense than I had ever felt with anyone.  That included when I compare him
to my true born son; Scott who was due back from the mental institution
this very day.  The conditions for my son living with us was simple; Ryan
and I had a perfect plan.

   **One Month Before**

   After Ryan and I confronted each other about the social truth's of our
past those weeks ago; we began to have hard passionate sex.  We made love a
number of times before.  But none of those times were as tender, intense or
as beautiful as what we did that night.  I remember the young boy pushing
me into the side of the bed; he hugged me tight; kissing my neck.  He then
grabbed my head and rustled with my blonde hair as he kissed me.  Our
tongues swirled.  I remember moaning helplessly between his kisses.  I
surrendered and allowed this skinny short boy to ravish my larger body with
his feelings of intense lust.  After all; I loved him just as much as he
loved me; if not more so.

   I remember wiggling and squirming as I locked my thick legs together
while Ryan playfully slid his young smooth fingers in and out of my pink
pussy slit; rubbing against my clit so quick and tenderly; backwards and
forwards.  I would squirm; bouncing my body up and down, feeling the weight
of my butt and legs wiggle against his small warm hand.  The boy would lock
his eyes with mine and stare into them as if looking into my helpless
mature soul.

   My eyes were glazed and lost in pleasure.  As I lost myself in this
helpless dream like state; my mouth drooling.  Ryan would watch my soul
fall back into the darkness of the deepest pleasures and content
thoughtlessness of ecstacy.  He played with all the nerve endings in my
body and I thrashed and reacted helplessly and joyfully; like a happy
looking puppet getting it's strings pulled.

   By this stage my pants and panties were locked around my ankles and my
bra was hanging on my upper chest exposing my perky breasts to him.  My
spine would extend and curl back whenever his fingers fiddled between my
legs and into my pussy.  Ryans fingers would force me to stretch out as I
looked up helplessly to the ceiling lights with my eyes rolled to the back
of their sockets and my tongue extended out of my mouth in agonising
pleasure.

   "OH MY GOD; BABY BOY!  IT FEELS SO GOOOOD!!" I squealed as the feeling
of my orgasm irradiated my body.

   As I thrashed loudly; Ryan quickly lept his hairless skinny body up
towards me and covered my mouth with his warm damp hands.

   "Quiet.  You might wake Scott up!" Little Ryan said worried; but the
same time I could tell he was overwealmed by the way he caused my body to
react.  I could see the expression on his sweaty face as he looked into my
eyes; breathing heavily.

   I just squinted my eyes and smiled back at him with his hand still
covering my mouth.  When he slowly removed his hands I used that
opportunity to quicky kiss him.

   After the passionate kiss I said, "I don't care if he wakes up.  Nothing
is going to spoil this." then I sneered with an evil grin at Ryan, "Not
even...'Scott the Wanker'."

   The thirteen-year-old boy then laughed joyfully; not just because he
thought it was funny but trully felt liberated that someone felt the same
way about Scott as he did.  Scott almost ruined my relationship with Ryan
because of his perverted ways.  I will make sure nothing like that ever
happens again.  I loved Ryan more and that's all there was to it.

   With those final thoughts; Ryan spread my legs and looked happily
downwards at the bush of my pussy before thrusting his young skinny body
into my warm busty one.  I moaned wide eyed and looked deliriously deep
into his eyes again as I felt his young cock pump in and out of me.  We
continued to make love into the night and well into the morning; not caring
if Scott could hear us.

   **Scott-That Following Morning**

   I opened my eyes and let out a gasp for fresh air.  I was merely laying
on my bed with my covers under me.  I didn't understand what all the fuss
was about.  Why was I breathing heavily and sweating like I was coming out
of some cold flush?  I was jittery and shaky and was still wearing the same
attire I wore yesterday.  I remembered that Ryan, Justin, Josh and Andrew
all laughed at me and tricked me about watching the sort of pornography I
liked.  How did they all know I liked that stuff to begin with?  Mum saw
it; but she would never console in Ryan's father or worse Ryan himself;
would she?

   I hopped up from my bed and landed firmly on my feet.  My bare feet felt
sensitive on the carpet.  My toes curled when I felt the ticklish material
under my skin.  I slowly put my hand out towards the door knob; it felt
cold as ice as I turned it.  I heard the latch on the door undo and the
door slowly swung open for itself.  I was so tired I simply let the door
open before me before revealing the painting on the wallway wall in front
of my room.  I slowly walked forward and then to my right down the hallway
and towards the suite that was connected to mum's room to go to the
bathroom.  I was prepared to use the hallway enterance when I heard strange
erotic noises.  The sound of a woman moaning.  My beautiful mother moaning.

   "Ryan!  Oh baby boy!  Fuck mummy!  Yeah right there" I heard while
sitting on the toilet seat; followed by a very pleasurable squeal.

   I whimpered when I heard that.  Was I going crazy?  I get so caught up
thinking about my mother having sex with my classmate that I'm actually
hearing things now!  I squeezed out a turd while I thought I was hearing
pleasurable sounds in the room right next to me.  I tilted and wiped my bum
with some toilet paper; got up and flushed.  I waited in the bathroom a
little longer to see if any more sounds were being conjured up; there was
only silence.  I couldn't hear moaning and squealing anymore.  I left the
suit through the hallway door and walked back to my room.

   -end for now

   -I have written more than this.  But this is the stuff I consider the
most polished.

   -This chapter will be flashing between the past and the future.  It
actually mainly details Scott's return home; but also delves into how Scott
was sent to the mental institution in the first place.

   -This preview doesn't show it.  But the humiliation will get a lot more
intense; starting with this chapter.  I hope you all enjoyed and please
feel free to comment on the thread on the forum to discuss idea's with me.
   -Matt