Mommy's Love Denied 3 - Sex Stories

Mommy's Love Denied 3

Mommy's Love Denied By Mathew Elizabeth Chapter 3 I didn't leave my room after that embarrassing moment. My mother never bothered to check up on me either. I threw my face into my pillow and sobbed myself to sleep. I didn't hear Ryan and his father leave the house ;I was so out of it. I decided to man-up and come up with an excuse for my mother why I did it what I did. I waddled tirelessly through the dimness of my room and walked towards the door. It seemed much bigger than usual. As soon as I opened the door I was greeted by my very happy mother. A cardboard party hat was placed tightly over her head and whistle in her mouth. She blew the party whistle out towards me. BLEEEEEEW! The extended honking sound was in unison with the folding out curly paper protruding from the whistle. "Happy Birthday Scotty!" My mom said cheerfully, " 5-years-old! My big man!" I longingly looked up at my wonderful mother. She was so good to me. She planned the entire party with my friends and their parents. She really worked hard; especially after my dad left her when I was too young to remember. . I was led towards the lounge room and was greeted by my young kindergarten friends. Andrew, Josh, Justin and Ryan; they were all there. They all wished me a happy birthday. I was so happy; it was going to be a wonderful day. Mom opened the back door to let us play in the backyard. I ran around and laughed with my friends for what seemed like hours. Mom called for us to come back inside so she can ...

... cut the cake and wish me a happy birthday. All of us giggled and raced each other back to the door. But something was wrong. All my friends overtook me and were much faster. I tried harder and harder to keep up. But it was hopeless. Instead of the yard getting more dense as I ran forward towards the back door; the yard got more wide and long. I could no longer see my friends. They were inside the house already while I hadn't seemed to move from my spot. It was like I was running on a treadmill. With much effort I pushed forward. The sun had instantly gone down and a stormy evening was approaching. I finally reached the back door to find that it was locked. I knocked on the door and there was no response. Rain drops starting hitting my head. "Mommy! Guys! Let me in!" I was shivering and very cold. There was still no answer or response. But to my horror I heard the song "Happy Birthday" being sung by my mom and my friends. Who were they singing it to? I was outside; not in there! "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" I clawed along the bricks of the house and looked into the back window. I saw everyone around the table. All my friends had party hats on and plates in front of them; ready to eat my birthday cake. 4-year-old Ryan was standing up with my mom behind him for some reason. Ryan wasn't singing the song. "Happy birthday; dear Ryan! Happy birthday to you!" "What??" I squealed from outside the window. Tears were streaming down my innocent face. A banged my hand's ...