Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Ty and Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Part 1

... grandfather just wants what’s best for you.” “No, Mom…what he wants is to create another person like himself—another bigoted snob, or is it snobby bigot?” “That’s not fair, Ty.” “Fair, Mom? Is it fair that I’m even here? I didn’t have a choice in that, did I? Truthfully, Mom he hasn’t shown me anything I could respect or love. He didn’t take me in, Mom. He took you. I have a hard time believing you are even related to him. I don’t want to be like him. I want to be like my father—a decent, honest, hard-working man. I’m sorry if that hurts you, Mom.” “That doesn’t hurt me, Ty. I know your father is all of those things. Unfortunately, we didn’t get along. You are right, though—you shouldn’t have to pay for that. I have to make dinner now. Can we talk again after we’ve cleaned up?” I agreed; Mom hugged me and kissed me then closed the door. Dinner was like being in a morgue. We ate in total silence although Grandpa did comment once about eating “nigger food” when Mom put a big platter of fried chicken on the table. She knew it was my favorite. I gave my grandfather a look that would cut through steel at that remark, but said nothing. What would I say in response to that? What could I say? He may have been my mother’s father, but I had no love or respect for him. If he weren’t kin I’d cross the street to avoid him. I helped Mom clear the table and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. After wiping down the table I took the trash out to the street. Then I retreated again to ...

... my room. I had my own computer and printer, my own TV and stereo. I had a smart phone and everything else a rich kid could have. What I didn’t have was a feeling of being wanted or loved. I knew my mom loved me, but my grandparents would have been happier if I had stayed in Indiana. Mom knocked on the door frame a few minutes later. She sat next to me after closing the door, putting her arm around my shoulders. “What will happen if I take you back to the school tomorrow?” “The same thing, Mom—I do not want to go there…period. Mom, I met a lot of kids at the park. I like them. I met a girl, too. She spoke up for me when I first went there. Some of the guys made some racial comments. If I ever had any doubts what it is to experience racial discrimination I found out that day. She stood up for me even though she’d never met me. I like her Mom—I like her a lot.” “You haven’t…” I laughed. “No, Mom we haven’t done anything. She did kiss my cheek this afternoon, but that was mostly encouragement. I did kiss her briefly and I’d do it again if I could. She took me home and her mother welcomed me like I was family. They live in a dilapidated house off a dirt path, but there’s more love there in a single day than there is here in a year. She’s smart, too. She has some of the same textbooks they used last year in advanced classes in tenth grade. I remember Jeremy having them.” “Ty, you know I can make you attend that school, don’t you?” “Sure, Mom, but you can’t make me do any work so ...