Difficult Boy - Sex Stories

Difficult Boy

... and charged. "Tommy!" Gretchen was finally spurred into action, trying to rise from the sofa to catch her son. Brad-Chad merely laughed and stuck out his hand, catching Tommy's forehead in his palm. He let the enraged boy flail at him a couple of times then gave him a rough shove that sent Tommy flying backwards to land on the seat of his pants. Seeing her baby boy treated so roughly, Gretchen shrieked and turned on her would-be lover with a sudden fury of her own. Brad-Chad held up his hands innocently. "Hey, he came at me," he said by way of excuse. He began pulling up his pants, then noticed Tommy staring at his mother's body. "She's got some ass, huh kid?" Suddenly aware of her naked state, Gretchen tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands even as she glanced down in time to see Tommy quickly avert his eyes. She hastily turned to snatch up a decorative throw from a side chair and wrap it around herself, tucking it in between her breasts to keep it up. When she turned back, Tommy was retreating from Brad-Chad's mocking laughter, looking back with equal parts of hatred and humiliation written on his face. "My dad will kick your ass!" he screamed, then ran down the hall. "Tommy?" Gretchen called after him, then rounded on the snickering buffoon who she had found so attractive just a few moments before. "How could you do that? He's just a boy!" "He came at me," Brad-Chad reiterated, then smirked, "and it ain't my fault if he likes what he sees." "Get out!" ...

... Gretchen commanded, pointing at the door furiously. "Take your tiny little dick and get out of my house!" Such was the young man's ego that even an insult to his penis size merely bounced off him. "Whatever, lady," he snorted derisively as he headed for the door. "And if you call me lady again," she snapped at his back, "I'LL kick your ass, Brad or Chad or whatever the hell your name is!" He paused to look back at her quizzically. "My name is Dominic," he said with a hint of genuine hurt in his voice. It was Gretchen's turn to snort derisively as she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. You wanted young, she chided herself. You just forgot that young also means immature. Speaking of immature, she turned to go after her son, swaying drunkenly as she hurried down the hall. She dreaded what state he must be in--he had always been such a difficult boy. It had started the day he was born when he came out breach, then he wouldn't nurse, then he wouldn't sleep, then she had trouble potty training him, then he wouldn't sleep alone, then he had trouble fitting in at school, he threw whopping temper tantrums, he wouldn't do his homework...on and on and on. She loved him more than life itself, but God knows he was a difficult boy. "Tommy? Honey?" she queried as she came into his room. "I'm so sorry, honey. Are you okay?" Tommy ignored her. He was angrily yanking drawers open and pulling out random bits of clothing. She noticed he had his school backpack open on his bed and he was stuffing ...