Difficult Boy - Sex Stories

Difficult Boy

... the clothes into it. This was not good. "Honey? What are you doing?" As he continued to ignore her, she caught him by the arm and forced him to face her. "Tommy!" He suddenly rounded on her and exploded, "I'm leaving!" Gretchen flinched involuntarily at the outburst, but felt her own temper start to flare. "And just where do you think you're going," she demanded. "I'm going to live with Dad!" "Oh no you're not!" She snatched at the backpack as he picked it up and began to zip it closed. A tug of war ensued as they screamed back and forth. "I'm going!" "You're not going anywhere!" "I am TOO!" He gave a hard yank that ripped the backpack from her hand, but as he turned to leave she caught his collar and jerked him back to the sound of ripping fabric and popping buttons. He slipped free of the shirt but had to let go of the backpack to extricate his arm from the sleeve. "I hate you! I wanna live with Dad!" he screamed at her. "You don't even know where your father is! In case you've forgotten, he ran off with his little slut!" "You're the slut!" The fury turned white hot. She flung the ruined pajama top away and stepped into him, swinging hard before she could even think. THe slap caught him full on the face and snapped his head around. "BITCH!" he screamed and shoved her hard. Still wearing the high heels and dizzy from the alcohol besides, Gretchen couldn't keep her balance and fell backwards onto the bed. The fall untucked the throw she was wrapped in and as she bounced ...

... back to her feet it fell away. She lunged for Tommy as he turned to flee, but the goddamn high heels tripped her up again. As she fell forward, her nails raked down his naked back, eliciting a cry of pain but momentarily stopping him. From her hands and knees she reached up to snag the waistband of his pajamas, exposing his white ass as the elastic stretched. The pants slipped down around his ankles as she pulled, tangling his feet so he fell face down on the floor. Breathing hard, she climbed atop him, pinning his kicking legs by sitting on them. "Slut!" he accused again, voice cracking with emotion. Gretchen lost it. "I AM YOUR MOTHER!" she shrieked, slapping him hard on the bare ass. She continued to deliver hard spanks as she ranted in a shrill fury. "I AM NOT A SLUT! I HAVEN'T HAD SEX IN A YEAR AND A HALF! I HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN A COCK--" She was verging on a complete hysterical meltdown at this point had Tommy not managed to flip over to save his stinging ass. Just as she screamed the word 'cock,' she came face to face with his. Hand still raised to deliver the next blow, she was suddenly frozen with shock at the sight of her son's penis. She had been aware that Tommy had gone through puberty last year as his voice had changed and the skinny little boy had begun to fill out. Only a month shy of 15, he had grown almost as tall as her and promised to be much taller like his father. He had Gretchen's blonde hair and blue eyes, but she saw Roger in his face and lean, muscular ...