Mommy's Love Denied 6 - Sex Stories

Mommy's Love Denied 6

... weekend. I was already feeling paranoid. Ryan had continued to contact my mom through the chat program under the alias 36-year-old 'Rhyno'. The chat history contained mostly innocent conversations. Ryan was being funny and saying silly jokes. My mom was easily pleased; I could hear her laughing from my room while she was using the computer. A couple days later, I accessed the final chat-history I would ever read between them. They hinted that they wanted their conversations to go a step further. Sneaky Ryan had obtained my mother's cell-phone-number and stated to her that I, her son Scott, could easily come across the inappropriate chat-history on her computer. 'Rhyno' suggested that she input a password and talked her through the process. My computer-ignorant mother couldn't figure it out that night because I could access her data then. But twelve hours later a password blocked me. I was banned from the cyber realm of my mother and Ryan's pornographic conversations. I was red with jealousy. Yet for some strange reason I was intrigued. I wanted to know the naughty things my mom was saying and the persona I was forbidden to know. As I sat in the back seat I looked at Ryan and my mom with a deep frown. They giggled with one another. Ryan was saying something funny or rude and mom was giggling hysterically at his japes; unaware that she was talking with her internet lover 'Rhyno'. He made fun of people in other cars when we found themselves stuck in traffic. Watching them both ...

... laugh and look into each others eyes like they loved one another made me too depressed. I nudged my head into the backseat and tried to sleep the rest of the way. As I drifted off to sleep Ryan's laughter sounded more sinister. It sounded like he was laughing at the situation. It sounded like he was laughing at me. ............................................................................................................................................ It was a shame Brendan couldn't join us on our trip. We both paid for it together and it was a shame and a major expense for him that he missed out. There was no way he was getting a refund. Mickey, Brendan's eldest son decided to stay home also; to look after his sick father, sweet thing. We couldn't get two of Scott's other friends to fill their place because their parents were not comfortable with the situation on such short notice. So we just made do with the three of us. I sighed as I drove up through the hazy highway realising that I was the only adult amongst these two rowdy teenage boys. Ryan called the front seat as many immature boys do for competition. He was a sweet kid. He was small and skinny and had naughty narrow eyes and short brown hair. Poor Ryan never knew his mother because she died giving birth to him. I think he latches on to me a bit to compensate. He even asked me if I could call me "Mommy" in private and that I call him "Son" and "Honey-Bun". He looked so cute asking me that I simply couldn't refuse. ...