1. Late Night Movies (chapter 8)


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: oregazm, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I was sulking in the back as the truck pulled into the golf course parking lot. I had been there many times before to use the driving range and practice on the greens but had never actually been allowed to accompany the three of them as they played. Usually they went on days that I was spending with a friend or something like that. But this day was different. They actually SAID I would get to golf with them! And then there was the looming curiosity over ‘the talk’. I had no idea why this was looked at as so important but I’d heard about its coming so long that I was full of curiosity. Mom got out and walked toward the back and just before Dad got out Chris stopped him. “I’ve still got a bit of my beer.” He said, smiling toward me in a mocking manner. He knew I was upset that I wasn’t allowed to have one. “Too bad.” My dad stated simply. Then he went on, “Put it between the seat and the back. You’ll have to drink it on the way home since you weren’t smart enough to finish it before we got a parking lot.” He smiled looking at me and I smiled back. It was a minor punishment but at least I felt like my br other got a LITTLE of what was coming to him. We got out of the truck and my b*****r took the cooler out, carrying it to the tailgate. He stumbled and almost lost it, each muscle on his body straining to lift it before sighing in relief as he placed it on the truck extension. “Damn! That’s heavy!” Chris declared and Daddy just laughed. I expected him to get scolded for his ...
    language but it never happened. “It’s always lighter on the way back. Drink a few and you’ll see.” He laughed to himself and hoisted his bag of clubs over his shoulder. My Mom did the same with my b*****r’s set and they started heading toward the clubhouse. I stood on the back tire and peered over the edge of the bed but there wasn’t anything left when Chris started following them with the cooler. “Where are my clubs!?” I cried out. My mom responded, “C’mon!” and I hurried to keep up. “B-but?” I argued. “You’re not gonna actually ‘PLAY’ today hun. But guess what!? You get to drive the CART!” Mommy said with an excited tone. I could see through this. I wasn’t good enough to play with them and thinking I finally could was a joke. Letting me drive the cart was a joke. I was really beginning to get frustrated with being treated like a chi ld. On the other hand, driving the cart sounded really fun and I didn’t want to whine and ruin my opportunity to join them. I wanted to finally have ‘the talk’ so I could KNOW what it was and stop thinking about it. “Mnarwrite” I said in a slightly whiny voice and Daddy looked back at me over the clubs that where straddled on his shoulder. I decided then to shut up and follow as we entered the Club House. Daddy walked to the counter where an old, chubby man sat. His head was bald except for a few long dark hairs combed over the top and some patches on the side. He seemed to be busy watching a small screen just under the counter, but he smiled and ...
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