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The Babymaker (Part 2)
Date: 9/22/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster
"She knew Julie likes you, but she didn't know you were taking her to a movie." "We just sort of bumped into each other." "And you hate the mall," Mom said. "And I know you hate Harry Potter..." "I don't hate the mall." "...and you didn't just bump into her," Mom stared at me. "Did you?" "No," I looked down. "You're a good looking boy," Mom said. "There are a lot of girls your own age..." "I love her," I said and then I blinked because I hadn't meant to say anything like that at all! I hadn't even thought of saying it. "Trent..." Mom smiled and sighed. "I mean, I sorta..." I shrugged. "You're too young for that," she told me. "I know," I frowned, still trying to understand why I'd said that and most especially why it sounded like the truth. "You let her go. Let her grow up a little more. When she's sixteen or s*******n, then maybe..." "Three years?" I blinked at her. "But that's forever!" "It's not forever," Mom laughed lightly. "But...I'll be like...in college or something." "Yes you will," Mom nodded. "You'll probably have a girlfriend too and Julie will have a boyfriend and..." "So you don't want me to see her at all," I frowned. "Trent..." "Forget it," I stared down at my stupid homework and I didn't want to act like a little k**, but I felt sick inside. "You'll be ... alright," Mom sighed, trying to hug me and kissing the top of my head like I was still her little boy. "This is for the best. For both of you." That was how my mom laid down the law in our house. She didn't yell or make a lot of threats. She didn't get mad. She just talked, making it seem like we were almost having a real discussion, but in truth we weren't discussing anything. Mom had made up her mind that Julie was too young for me and I couldn't be her boyfriend. That was it. End of discussion. If I got mad, if I yelled and stomped my feet and slammed the doors, nothing would change. Except I'd probably get grounded or something. Mom would get mad then, Dad too, but it wouldn't change her mind. Even if I knew how to argue back, say the right words and make a good point, it wouldn't have done me any good and I wasn't that smart anyway. I should have been happy about it, part of me thought. Now I had a good reason to not be Julie's boyfriend. I'd fucked her and put a lot of sperm in her and maybe, I hoped, knocked her up. But even if I hadn't, I could still say I'd fucked a girl and I wouldn't have to waste my money on her and listen to her tell me she loved me, and I wouldn't have to take her go-carting or look into her eyes and listen to her giggle. I wouldn't have to love her back anymore, but...I wanted all that stuff! I felt like I was dying. "Trent? What's up, buddy?" Dad smiled at me and I wiped my eyes real quickly. I wasn't really crying anyway. ...