Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2012 22:38:21 +0930
From: Mathew Elizabeth <mathew_monkey@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Moms Young Stud 3 (Bisexual, adult-youth, authoritorian)

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it
is illegal to read materials of this kind where you live,
then please stop now. This author will not be held
responsible if this work gets into the wrong hands. This
story contains consensual and intimidating descriptions
of sexual activity between boys and older people. Please
write: mathew_monkey@hotmail.com. I would like to hear if
you like my story.

Warning: This story contains psychological themes such as
cuckolding and parental neglect. If these types of themes
offend you then you best leave.

My Moms Young Stud 3
Dad's Motive
By Mathew Elizabeth

"Oh my god, Scott's here!" I heard a girl from my grade
say as I walked past, ignoring her and stride into the
main door. The party was very crowded. Ear bursting music
played and thudded throughout my two-story luxury home.
The house had to be filled with more than 100 boys and
girls between the ages of 16 and 18 there were some
middle school kids there too, but not too many. I looked
around silently, most of them stuck with there own age
groups.

I noticed my mother was serving them all alcohol and
food, with a tight mini skirt and sleeveless top.
Everyone was already very drunk and Jay had already made
his introduction and walked around greeting all of the
guests. Many of the boys I knew from school had already
congratulated Jay for seducing my mother the town 'Milf'.

"Where the fuck is Wade and Andrew?" I said to myself,
looking around at people who were surprised by my
arrival. The party raged on however, the music was
deafening and Jay and my mother hadn't realised I was
home yet.

I walked around the living area and towards the kitchen.
All rooms were crowded with people from school. I turned
the corner and there they were. Wade and Andrew were
leaning on the kitchen bench with beers in their hands
laughing and talking with my mother who was chopping up
more food for all the guests. I didn't walk entirely into
view so I was confident the three of them hadn't seen me
yet. Trust me, my house is like a labyrinth.

Many boys who were walking to the toilet down the hall
noticed me and pointed me out.

"Wow Scott! Wow man, you weren't supposed to know about
this party!"

"Wow Scott's here! Umm Dude, Jay Roberto the guy we knew
back when we were kids; he's dating your mom! Did you
know about that? Fuck dude that rough!"

"Dude! Your momma and her boyfriend throw a great party
bro!"

I waved them all away in a dismissive manor, being very
passive aggressive. I was dealing with the situation in
my own way. Basically my nightmare had become real. While
I knew I was holding it together at that point. I figured
the aftermath would be a different story. Once I would
sink the situation in the feeling of devastation would
pour through me. But at that point I looked rather strong
willed considering the circumstances.

I saw Andrew leave the kitchen and walk towards the
hallway where I was. I didn't move. I was ready for some
confrontation for a change.

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me wide eyed,
"Stumpy! You're here! Oh shit!"

"What the fuck Andrew!" I started "What the hell is
happening man? What is everyone doing here?! Why did you
and Wade lie to me?! I thought the three of us were best
friends!" I cried out.

The questions flooded out of me. There was a consequence
to me being so verbal and laying down my feelings. I
began to break down. With every word I spoke, my eyes
flooded more and more with tears and my voice became all
whispery. My chest heaved up and down with a sense of
hopeless anger.

"Hey man, calm down." Andrew seemed concerned but
reassuring " Just take a breather bro. I'll be right
back."

Andrew then walked off back to the kitchen where Wade and
Mom were talking.

"Right' I said sarcastically as I leant on the wall in
hopeless despair.

My mother came into view as I saw her stride into the
hallway. Most kids continued to walk past without saying
anything but noticing us both with wide-eyed realisation.
My mother looked at me with a sad expression as I leaned
against the wall looking hopeless. I saw Wade and Andrew
standing in the distance looking concerned together as
they observed my mother's and I conversation. I was the
first to speak this time.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I ask in a breathless
devastated voice.

There was an awkward pause between us. She looked at me
with contempt.

"Your still so selfish aren't you." My mother replied.

"WHAT?" I boomed

"You have forgotten that it's my birthday in a few days.
Jay was kind enough to throw me a party this weekend as a
early celebration."

"And you invited every teenager in the area? Don't you
have friends of your own? What about Monica or Joyce?"

"These kids were invited by Jay, he has so many friends!"
She smiled cheerfully and drunk, it was clear that she
was having a great night.

"Plus, Monica and Joyce don't know how to throw a party!"
She said all ditsy and young as if she were one of the
kids.

She was beautiful and young looking enough to almost pass
for some of the older ones thats for sure. I simply
couldn't get my head around it. Is she an idiot? She
wanted me to come home, yet she couldn't understand that
everyone being here would damage me psychologically.

"Enjoying your party honey?" I heard a young husky voice
say.

A topless, tanned 16-year-old Jay Roberto walked up into
my vision and passionately kissed my busty beautiful
mother in front of me. He then grasped and wrapped his
lean arms around her upper thighs and large ass. His abs
ripped and his slim stomach leant into her with such
tight hard youthful grace against her cushiony, padded
and motherly body.

"Yees.." She replied meekly, looking up at him in a
lustful trance.

Jay turned to look at me. "What the fuck are you doing
back here?" He said in an angry tone.

"Umm.I wanted to know what all the fuss was about," I
acted passive and uncaring. It was quite obvious that I
was defeated. I was still slouching on the wall with a
face pale with dread.

"Right," Jay said blankly. I'm sure he could see through
me.

I was getting very teary, not able to hold it together.
Jay sneered at me with a smart as grin with his devilish
good looks. A number of boys and girls had crowded in the
hallway to watch.

"It doesn't matter does it Jay?" My mom asked him " He's
home safe and sound now, that makes me happy."

"He didn't ask permission to enter my home though?" Jay
added with a mean grin.

"What?" I began " I shouldn't need permission to enter
the house that I live in!"

"You do when it is my house and when you run away!"

"Forget it!" I yelled, "I'm not asking you shit!"

"Don't fuckin talk back to me in my home faggot!" he
yelled back in a husky bad boy voice.

"Its my house! I live here! I don't care what that paper
said!"

Before I knew it, Jay punched me straight in the jaw! I
flew into the wall! Everyone gasped! Everything happened
so fast.!

I wasn't going to take that punch lying down, even if he
outmatched me physically! I launched myself then dove at
him and threw a number of hard impact jabs in the
direction of his face. He blocked my thrusts and jabs by
shielding his face with his arms. As quick as lightning
he then got me in a neck hold and over powered me
straight away.

"Both of you stop it!" mom yelled with her hands wailing
up in the air, " This was suppose to be a fun night!"

"Fuck your fun night bitch!" I yelled, half strangled by
Jay's large muscular arms.

"That's it! Get the fuck out!" Jay yelled

Before I knew it I was tossed out of my front door. Many
of the lazy drunk kids out in my front yard laughed at
me.

"You don't give a shit what that paper said faggot?" Jay
said in a mocking comical tone, "Your daddy signed a
LEGAL DOCUMENT! It means I own everything and that is
that! You are laying on my property right now! You. Are.
On. My. Fucking. Land!"

I was in shock as I looked up at him standing at the
doorframe as I lay on the grass of the front lawn I was
thrown on.

"Why are you being such a fucking brat? There really
shouldn't be any blame placed on anyone here." Jay added
smug with his arms crossed.

"Oh yeah!" I yelled "I suppose I shouldn't blame you or
mom for all of this that's happened right now! Look what
your doing asshole!"

"I'm just throwing your momma a birthday party!" He
laughed back at me. "Yeah sure I'm fucking her and I own
everything here. Can you really blame me for not
refusing? Can you really blame your momma for not wanting
this?" He then flexed his muscles, his smooth slim
stomach twisted with his moderate six-pack.  His pecks
tensed also, I envied his perfect 16-year-old body.

"The only one to blame here really is your twisted dad, "
He said a matter a fact. "Here Scotty!" Jay reached to
the side of the doorframe and collected something from
the nearest cabinet. He threw it to me. It was a small
leather notebook and it landed a couple of metres in
front of me on the grass. I crawled quickly to retrieve
it.

"Your dad wrote a lot about what happened in the last
four years." Jay called out as he turned to rejoin the
party, "Give it a read, it might give you some closure.
Plus it might give you perspective to stop being such a
fucking bitch and accept that I own everything here and
that is that!"

I grasp at the leather-protected notebook and flick
through the pages.

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It took me a few days to read the entire Journal but I
think I will divulge and at least describe some of it in
detail now. Apparently, despite my father's success,
intellect and money; he had very low self esteem issues.
According the journal, dad knew that mom only married him
for his money, not for his personality and definitely not
his looks. Mom would boss him around all the time and get
him to buy her things all so he could 'make love' her at
night. He also liked her to attend business occasions
with him. He loved showing off his trophy wife to his
fellow employees. He was a desperate man.

When I was ten years old my mother wanted to file for a
divorce and take half of what he owned. The journal
reveals that my mother told him it was because despite
all the money he was getting he was lousy in bed and had
a very small cock. My dad begged her to stay and offered
many expensive ways to spice up their sex life. So from
then on it became a touch and go, trail and error process
to improve their marriage.

My mother was more than creative with the ideas. They
would visit 'Cuckold Clubs' where beautiful 30+, 40+
wives hook up with 18+ young studs, most of who were
Black or Hispanic; all while their husbands watch. My
mother would shake her fat ass and give a strip show for
a young 19-year-old Spanish personal trainer while the
boy felt her up and grasped at her fat ass cheeks. My
father would watch and jerk off in humiliation while the
young guy would rub her round ass and thighs with oil. My
mother and the guy would both laugh at dad as he would
watch, cry and eventually orgasm.

My father described these experiences as being very
titillating. Dad wrote that he began to enjoy watching
his wife enjoy herself in front of him. He wrote that he
felt liberated some how when he watched her fall in lust
to a much younger, stronger and better-looking male. Dad
also wrote that he even wondered if he were at least bi-
curious. But he came to the conclusion that his feelings
were much more complicated than that. He was a sexual
masochist. All his life he tried his best to succeed and
get the best career possible. He certainly succeeded in
doing so. He was highly respected by his colleagues and
was considered one of the highest regarded associates in
the region. With these cuckolding experiences, he lets it
all go. He lets all his power get taken away from himself
and his soul. He describes being so helpless it's like
being wrapped in a warm blanket. He described it as
comforting.

This didn't satisfy my mother's lust for long however. So
she demanded more creative and liberating ways to spice
up their sex life. My father was too afraid to lose my
mother and simply looked at the ground as he sighed and
drove her to all the expensive public sex clubs in the
state.

They would leave me with a babysitter all the time. My
babysitter was a this really cool 15-year-old skater boy
named 'Tommy Wilson'. Tommy was always nice to me even
though I remember him treating me like a baby. He was the
cool, calm and collected type that just wanted to get
some cash so he could take his girlfriend to the movies.

The Journal revealed to me that one night after dad and
mom would get home from their adventures mom planned to
lure Tommy into the kitchen and perform oral sex on him
while I slept. My dad would be watching from the darkness
and wouldn't reveal himself as the voyeur.

My mother made her move in the kitchen by slyly fondling
Tommy through his jeans when she planned to pay him his
cash. According to dad who was watching in secret;
Tommy's breathing was becoming heavier.

"What if your husband hears us?"

"Don't you worry about my husband," Dad could hear mom
say, "He is weak, you could beat him up if you wanted
to."

"Wow." Tommy said as mom began nursing his dickhead with
her tongue "Do you hate him or something?"

"No," Mom whispered and began wiggling her tongue against
his teen knob for extra stimulation. "But he is weak and
ugly, I only live with him for the money. He is nothing
compared to your young energetic body."

"Oooh yeah mommy." Tommy sighed in a husky squeak " I'm
younger and hotter aren't I."

Dad masturbated harshly in the darkness to what he was
watching and hearing. He wrote that tears were streaming
down his face. The humiliation, the dread and
helplessness of it all felt so damn good to him.

This became a weekly ritual for my parents and Tommy. Dad
recorded them doing it at least a couple dozen times.

Tommy and mom moved on to further erotic techniques like,
tit fucking and ball nursing. The fourth night my parents
came home; Mom took 15-year-old Tommy's virginity. Dad
wrote in detail that mom sat on Tommy's big teen cock and
slid up and down on it. Tommy sat in the chair trying to
relax by putting his hands behind his head but is too
busy staring wide eyed into moms face as she is flushed,
riding up and down on this teenage boy. He roughly
grasped at her ass and used at as cushioning as he
frantically fucked upwards into this beautiful woman. Her
heavy legs and thighs were too much for him to handle and
he orgasmed. Dad described Tommy's legs convulsing,
writhing against the legs of the chair he was sitting on.

Tommy walked out of the house confident and smug that
night.

A few weeks later one of these sessions involved my
mother giving 15-year-old Tommy Wilson a lap dance. My
fathers Journal described his face being in absolute awe.
My mom danced for Tommy while he sat on a kitchen chair.
She wiggled and twirled her big ass in the mini skirt
that she wore that night. My mother's fat bare ass
pressed down hard against his tight skinny-leg jeans.
With his mouth parched with passionate silly curiosity,
Tommy undid the button and zipper off his jeans and
flopped out his 8-inch cock.

"Let me slip my dick between your butt crack Penny,"
Tommy said passionately, and was described breathing down
her neck while squeezing harshly at her thighs.

Dad described my mother bending over and holstering
Tommy's cock between her two fat ass cheeks as she stood
up off his lap and proceeded to squat obscenely up and
down on his shaft. His dick then scooped right into her
thick ass crack and popped out above. Tommy's dick was
popping up and down my Mom's ass crack. He was 'Cheek
Fucking' her. She was jerking him off with her thick ass
cheeks. A slapping, popping sound could be heard between
the friction of the teenager's cock and the thick
tightness of my mother's spicy ass crack.

PLOP! SQUISH! PLOP! SQUISH! PLOP!

"Oooh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Mommy!" 15-year-old Tommy yelped
"Yeeehuuuu!" Tommy's handsome skater boy face was
described as being in pure ecstasy. Tommy's eyes were
bulging wide and his mouth was open and drooping in that
naughty orgasmic expression teenage boys make. He bit his
lip, every time his dick head rubbed up past my mom's
pink asshole. Her fat butt cheeks bounced and bounced.
They wobbled and twirled with every hard slam she gave
into the young teenagers skinny lap. Tommy almost
bellowed out in pleasure. He orgasmed, his feet and
skinny legs convulsed under the heavy weight of her ass.
Cum erupted out of the head above and beyond her crack,
as her cheeks were clenching his dick shaft.

That session would be the last. Tommy eventually moved
out of state and was unable to baby-sit me anymore. I
imagine all three of them were very disappointed. Dad
expressed contempt in his journal.

Two years later they discovered my school friend 12-year-
old Jay.  The boy that would keep my parent's marriage
together for another four years. Mom and Dad would chat
and bicker about his cheeky grin and his naughty
demeanour. They simply got off over his handsome looks
along with his bad boy attitude. They noticed he was a
joker, and made many giggling expressions when he looked
at my mother's gigantic ass.

Dad noticed Jay staring at my mother's fat ass in her
bikini and quietly whispering, "Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep"
as if her fat ass were as big as a reversing truck. Dad
recorded that he got very horny after listing to him and
ran to his room to secretly masturbate about the boy and
his curious expressions over his beautiful wife. Dad was
so fucked up!

Dad's Journal also describes moms numerous attempts to
get Jay's curious attention. One time when 12-year-old
Jay and I were playing video games, my mother entered the
room and pretended to clean up some mess that was
conveniently left near the chair Jay was sitting on. She
bent over in front of him and swayed and wiggled her fat
bottom in front of him. I remember looking at Jay as he
silently giggled as he gazed at my mother fat gigantic
ass. My mother got hot and bothered like a bitch on heat
whenever she saw 12-year-old Jay smile at her fat juicy
thighs and my father could see it and knew what to do.

One of the nights he slept over was when it happened. Mom
and Dad made their move. While I slept, they quietly
beckoned Jay out of my room and lead him down the hall to
the master bedroom. I'm sure Jay was very confused and
curious at that point as to what was going on. They both
shut door behind them and preposed their plans for Jay.

"Jay," My father began, "Penny and I have a proposition
for you."

"Uh huh?" Jay said curiously.

"As you know we are very rich. We have large amounts of
money and can buy whatever we want. But Penny and I have
been struggling with our sex life for a couple of years
now. You see.Penny is very attracted to you Jay."

Dad writes that 12-year-old Jay's eyes widen a bit. He
turns his head to look at my mother who was at that point
sitting comfortably on the king size bed. She looked back
at Jay with a glare of lust and arousal. She described
only wearing her tight black panties and bra under her
thin nightgown.

"I would very much like it if you had sex with her," Dad
smiled " and if you do; as a reward we will pay you
thousands and financially support you in any way we
possibly can."

Dad recorded that Jay simply stood still and looked at
them both in amazement for a while. 12-year-old Jay was
an attractive kid, but I'm sure he never in his wildest
dreams thought anything like this would happen to him.

"Umm.Ok," Jay began, "I don't want to get her pregnant
though, I don't want a baby,"

"That's ok Jay," Mom said to him all chirpy, "We have
lots of protection, so don't worry about that."

Jay stood there, cautious and not sure. Obviously a lot
was going through his mind. Such as how fucked up my
parents were. How much wealth and luxury he could get
from such a deal. Knowing Jay back then; he probably
thought there was some kind of catch. But the catch
wasn't a hindrance to him or anything like that. It was
simply to fuck my mother, my father's wife. It was a win,
win situation for him.

"If you're uncomfortable with fucking my pussy right now
Jay, that's fine. You can fuck my ass if you want."

Dad describes 12-year-old Jay's mouth dropping wide in
amazement. Jay and I had constantly joked about girls
getting dick up their ass when we were hanging out. It
was thought of back then as naughty and kind of taboo.
But we both secretly relished the idea of anal sex,
that's for sure.

Mom turned her self around and poked her covered ass
towards little Jay. She lifted her thin nightgown above
her waist and revealed her fat round bottom poking out at
him. It was wrapped tightly in black fishnet style
panties and bulged in all its fleshy thick glory.

The sight of her curves instantly compelled 12-year-old
Jay to take his shirt off and reveal his slender thin 12-
year-old body. He confidently walked up to my mother. Who
was wiggling and playing with her ass begging him to come
closer.

"Yeah that's it, " My mother whimpered "Come closer, my
little stud. See this ass? Take what you own baby!"

"Yeah man," Dad said "Its your ass now. Take it and use
it."

Jay giggled to that statement.

Dad writes that the grin on 12-year-old Jay's cheeky face
was undeniable. The kid knew he was in charge now and
knew that he would be given whatever he wanted. He
stepped to the side of my parent's king size bed and
nudged his waste towards my mother's ass, which was
displayed doggie style. Ignoring my father, he holstered
my mother's fat ass in his little grasp and began man
handling it with his young adolescent hands. He would
lightly slap both his hands down at different times and
slightly pull her panty-clad cheeks apart.

Mom was described as quivering. She moaned and cooed at
this 12-year-old boys sensual touch to her thick naughty
bits. Every time he ever so slightly spread her ass
cheeks within her panties, she would feel a warm breeze
go down her ass crack. She convulsed and moaned even more
so when she found out it was Jay breathing and blowing
harshly down the crevice of her crack sending her into
complete ecstasy.

Jay giggled innocently again, unable to believe the
pleasure he was already giving this beautiful woman. He
licked his lips and moved his hand towards her pussy;
touching it through her fishnet material. He ran his
index finger against her clit and rubbed it round and
round. Mom squealed in her doggie position and shuddered.
The more the boy rubbed and massaged her thighs pussy and
buns the more she squealed and bounced her waist up and
down, up and down.

"Woow there momma!" Jay called out holstering the side of
my mother's fat ass against his crotch tightly, causing
her to stop bouncing in his grasp.  "Don't want to cause
an earthquake now Penny! Careful with that fat thing you
might kill us all!" He laughed excitedly.

Dad wrote that his eyes watered as he pulled at his penis
watching from a side couch in the room. Despite 12-year-
old Jay always making fun of my mom's ass, something new
might have stirred through him that night; something
primal. Dad recorded a bulging tent in Jay's jeans. I'm
sure Jay was realising that my mom's fat buttocks was
very appealing to his sexual longings.

It wasn't long before 12-year-year-old Jay had thrust
into my mother's ass doggie style on the bed. He didn't
seem to mind that he was trying ass before pussy. He
probably knew he was going to get her pussy anyway. But
right then all he wanted was that thick juicy rump ass.

"Oh yes baby! Fuck me you strong boy!" Mom yelled at a
pillow with her face twisted in pain and pleasure

Jay quickened the pace. He was sweating and panting while
pumping in and out faster than a jackrabbit. He didn't
even give himself a chance to fully take off his jeans
and underwear; they were both hanging and dangling at his
thrusting knees. Dad recorded watching Jays little butt
tightening every time he jammed home into his wife's
asshole.

" Take my fat ass baby! Fuck it! Ooooh Yeah!" Mom cried
out more.

"Fuck yeah man," dad said "Take it all Jay!" He was
masturbating faster and faster as he watched this young
boy ravage his wife and bring her to intense pleasure.
Jay tried to ignore my dad and slowed down his thrusts
and began fucking her ass more passionately at an average
pace.

"Please tell your husband to shut up." 12-year-old Jay
asked my mom.

"Shut the fuck up!" Mom turned back at her husband with
her head still wedged into a pillow "Don't weird him out
you fat ugly man!"

Jay laughed at that and started slamming into her fat ass
harder again.

"Yes dear.Yes Jay," Dad said blushing "You don't have to
say please Jay, nor do you have to ask my wife. If you
want me to shut up then feel free to tell me to shut up.

"Then shut the fuck up then," Jay said cold as ice. He
didn't even look at my father when he said it. He just
kept slamming into my mother like my father meant nothing
to him.

"Oh! Oh fuck yeah!" Jay was getting close.

"Ooooh yes yes yes! Eeiiiiieeee!" Mom orgasmed as she
rubbed her clit while Jay pumped her ass. She trembled
and shook under him. An animal impulse was telling the 12-
year-old boy to push into her ass harder and hold her
down. He quivered and his eyes rolled to the back of his
sockets as her thick thighs and buns twirled in delight
against his much smaller body. Her pussy juices sapped
against his balls and crotch area.

"OH! FUCK! YES! FAT! BUTT!" Jay then shuddered as he
orgasmed in my mother's rectum. Dad described the blonde
boy's handsome face being hung up high as the electric
feeling overcame him. He slapped my mom's ass twice, one
again animal instinct took over. When the orgasm subsided
he slowly withdrew his softened penis from the depths of
my moms ass crack.

Dad jerked his cock silently and cum on the carpet as he
watched in wonder and humiliation.

"Thankyou so much Jay," My mother said almost crying into
her pillow. Dad wrote that he wanted to say thankyou too
but thought he best stay silent.

"No problem Penny. Your big ass is so hot!" 12-year-old
Jay said with a cheeky grin. I'm sure he wanted to say
'fat' but thought it might be offensive. Mom wouldn't
care.

"Well its your ass now Jay," Dad decided to speak up now.

Jay laughed deliriously at that.

"Your such a fucking faggot." Jay laughed, "Why would you
want me to fuck your wife in front of you?

"It's complicated,"

"And what about this pay I'm getting?" Jay laughed "I
believe you said I get money for this?"

"Of course you do," my mother said sweetly to Jay "Run
through the details with him, idiot!" Mom snarled at dad.

"Well." Dad began, "If you come over at least once a week
and fuck her we are willing to pay you up to $2000 a
week. Plus we could organise for you to be sent to the
best private school in the state. We thought you at least
deserve that much. Is that good enough for you?

Jay's mouth was wide open in surprise.

He then maintained himself and said, "Yo-Your damn right
I deserve it!" He snarled at my dad getting into his role
"It should do for now I suppose."

"What about you though?" Jay said to dad "So you're just
going to watch all the time?"

"Well." Dad began, " Penny and I like it when I'm made
fun of and humiliated,"

Mom giggled.

"Like how? What stuff gets you humiliated?" Jay quizzed

"Well.getting lead on a dog leash, treated like an
animal, spanked, bashed; that sort of thing. Some other
kinky stuff if your willing, and or I could pay more."

Jay clapped his hands into his scruffy blonde hair as if
he couldn't believe it.

"You are so fucked up. But Ill do it offcourse."

After that eventful moment recorded in the journal I
remembered seeing Jay awkwardly sneak back into my room.

"Where did you go?" I asked him.

"I was on the toilet," 12-year-old Jay replied

"You took ages," I said passively.

"Dude, I take huge long shits ok" He said a bit annoyed.

"Why?" I began to try to tease him and be annoying "Too
much dick up your butt?"

Jay snickered a little bit and said "Nah man, I'm not
your mom"

"What? Fuck you! You always make fun of her fat ass!"

"Yeah well." He started "Maybe I like her butt."

That's how it all began I guess.

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I had nowhere near finished my father's journal. I had
only managed to skim through enough pages at the party to
get the general idea of the origin of my father's
motives. It detailed hundreds of sessions like that
between Jay, my father and my mother that I hadn't read
in detail yet. Still after realising this for a little
over 24 hours I couldn't believe what I was reading.

But after all this time of sinking the whole concept into
my brain something strange and shameful happened to me. I
got an erection. I had never been so ashamed of getting
one before; and I knew why I had one. Like father like
son I guess. This already hunky, confident and cool 16-
year-old got the world handed to him at my expense. I
never quested for power like my father, but like him I
now knew what it was like to feel helpless and inferior
to someone else. It was that warm blanket feeling he
described. It was like I was a newborn baby getting
swaddled in a tight blanket. I am constricted and without
will.

I found enough will to move my limbs and get off the
grass however. I walk back into the house past the
partygoers and prepare for my apology. The party was
still crowded but dwindling as it was getting late, it
was almost 3am. Everyone looked at me as I marched back
into the main foyer and through the halls to the back
entertainment room.

I saw Jay standing there in the centre of the room with
the Mom, Wade and Andrew with him.

"Well?" he said to me blankly.

"I'm.I'm sorry I talked back to you in your house"

"That's only the first thing you should be sorry for,"
Jay said calmly "What else?"

"Umm. I'm sorry for talking back to mom?"

"Yeees.But most importantly what else?"

"I'm sorry I ran away," I realised

"You mean you're sorry you were such a bitch and ran
away," Jay retorted

I became pale. I didn't want to say something like that
in front of my mother and my friends. I even had my other
peers crowding against the framed opening of the room to
watch the spectacle.

"You know what? This isn't good enough. I want to see you
beg on your knees and apologise!"

Something overcame me and I instantly got on my hands and
knees like I was bowing at his feet. Tears of shame were
in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry Jay!" I bellowed out crying in front of
everyone. "I'm so sorry I disrespected you in your
household. I'm so sorry I talked back to your girlfriend!
I'm so sorry for being such a bitch and running away! You
were always one of the cool kids and deserve to be
spoiled with riches. Please at least let me live here!"

I cried in front of everyone at the party. I was half
expecting them to laugh at me but all they did was stare
down at me in shock. Jay looked down on me with a smirk
and shook his head at me like I was the lowest of the
low. I probably was. He walked over to behind the couch
and collected a dog leash with a steel choker. He wrapped
it around my neck.

"You really sorry? Come on; prove it to me," Jay said as
he tugged at the chain and lead me crawling through the
hallway. I was lead to the toilet area. A cheeky 15-year-
old boy I knew named Charlie was sitting on the toilet
shamelessly with the door left open.

"Hey bro you almost done?"  Jay said to him across the
hall with me bowing next to him.

"Yeah man, last ones crowning out now" Charlie sneered as
he tilted and made a strained face as he dropped his last
poo in the toilet bowl. He then wiped his butt and
flushed the toilet. He walked towards Jay and I in the
hall.

"What you doing with Scotty?"

"Putting him to work," Jay replied a matter of fact. He
then led me by the leash and pushed me to my knees
towards the toilet bowl. There were shit streaks on the
pan. It stunk like rotten eggs as well as cheese and
nachos. This was definitely the toilet that many of the
boys at the party used.

Jay then handed me a tiny toothbrush.

"Get to work then. That's only the first one"

To be continued..

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