Mommy's Love Denied 8 - Sex Stories

Mommy's Love Denied 8

Mommy's Love Denied By Mathew Elizabeth Chapter Eight *Scott and his mother remain as first-person-perspective characters. The three of us ate dinner in the Resort Restaurant not far from the cabin . It was a large open space with a red wooden glow to it. Many people were around us. The restaurant was packed and every table was full with families or groups of roudy teenagers who traveled on holiday for the long weekend. Tables and chairs were situated downstairs and upstairs. The sound of people's bickering along with the tapping and scraping of their knifes and forks against their china plates echoed everywhere rivaling the melody and beat of the folk music. We were seated downstairs near the bar. I sat on one side of the table while Ryan and my 36-year-old mother sat on the other side. It was rather strange watching them both interact this time around. It was hard to hear over all the sound and music but from what I noticed their expression and vibe was different. Ryan was looking very sensual and kneeling into her whispering things in her ear. My mother didn't laugh or smile this time. She looked very nervous and looked from side to side; thinking someone in the restaurant might over hear. It was impossible, it was so loud. Why are you so scared and nervous looking mom? Why are you blushing as well? My eyes widened when I saw mom place her hand on Ryan's and stroked it up and down like a loving mother would. My mouth quivered and frowned. I noticed a table of roudy ...

... sixteen-year-old teenagers smiling and jeering at our table behind Mom and Ryan. There was four of them. All their naughty eyes were glued to my moms loving gesture towards Ryan. The teenage boys lips moved and said words so obvious I thought I might be a lip reader. Words like 'Milf', 'Hot Mom' and 'Lucky' came out of their mouths. I looked down at my plate of food; trying to ignore the atmosphere and vibe around me. But it was too late; my little penis had become rock hard. "Ill be back! I'm going to the toilet!" I called out to my mom. My mom just looked at me for a second with Ryan hanging off of her and nodded like she understood. With that, I got up and walked past many bickering people as I entered the male toilets. I instantly walked to the furthest cubicle away from the door and sinks ensuring I get better private time. I open the cubicle door, roll out a bunch of toilet paper and placed it on the toilet seat. I then pulled down my pants and underwear and sat my butt on the covered toilet seat. I began to play with myself. I grasped harshly at the base of my penis. I looked down at it with wide delirious eyes; seeing my pink head bulge beyond my tightly curled fingers. Clear pre-cum pooled around it like a protective layer. I began to sob as I harshly pulled my cock backwards and forwards; milking it with all those thoughts of humiliation. I knelt my sitting body forward; squinting my eyes as my hand and fingers pleasured the stem of my dick. "Mommy," I cried with tears in ...