Promotion 2 - Sex Stories

Promotion 2

True to his mother's word, he found all three of his bags packed with his clothes and the contents of his nightstand drawer. She had even included his four pornographic magazines, located on top of his luggage. He grinned at the sight of them and put them in the trash. He left the bags where they were and went to Becky's room and tapped on the window. She looked relieved to see him as she went over and opened it a crack, pushing a piece of paper at him. “I can't stay here with you gone.” the note said. “Mother has forbidden me to speak to you, so I wrote this.” Becky was getting a large dufflebag out of her closet and dragging it over to the window as he continued reading. “I'm eighteen, and there's only two months left of high school. I can graduate even if I don't live here. I want to live with you at the movie store, and I'll play what ever games you want me to play. I just know that living with Mother isn't going to allow me to live my life, and I can't accept that. I'm looking forward to accepting you and your games into my life.” As Becky opened her window wide, their mother immediately began knocking on the bedroom door. “Rebecca? What are you doing, Rebecca?” she called. “Answer me this minute!” The doorknob rattled, but the chair was propped under the knob and held the door closed. “REBECCA ANNETTE STERLING, you OPEN this door right now!” she ordered. Becky pushed her bag out the window, and Tom wrestled it through and to the ground, out of the way. Becky was just ...

... coming through the window when the chair gave way and the door burst open. Tom whirled Becky behind him, then pulled the window closed as she picked up her bag, then he followed her around the corner while Mother shrieked at them like the harridan she was. Miss Peabody came to her porch as Becky and Tom took their bags and began walking down the road toward the bus stop at the corner. Mother was on her porch as well, her phone in hand, and dialing. “I'm calling the police.” she told their backs as they walked away. “You can't kidnap my daughter out of her own house. “He's not kidnapping me, Mother; I'm running away.” Becky shouted back. “You can't run away; you're eighteen.” sneered her mother. “You want to leave? Fine, leave, but don't expect to come back here pregnant!” “I don't expect to come back here at all.” she retorted. “And if I do get pregnant, I feel fine knowing you'll never get to see your grand baby.” “I won't have any grand babies.” Mother said back. “All your going to whelp is sins of the devil. Both of you.” “Well, Mother, since that's what you did, I guess it's only inevitable that we do the same.” Tom said. “You could have chosen differently.” Mother said plaintively. “It's not too late. Please come back, and we can forget this madness ever happened. Please come back and be my little angels again?” Becky laughed out loud at that, and their mother began to weep. She turned her back on them and went into the house, closing the door sadly behind her. Tom took ...