Trent: The Babymaker

Chapter Fifteen

 

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"Trent, what's going on?" my mom asked. "Julie's mother called three times looking for you."

"She did?" I hadn't even taken off my shoes yet, but only stood inside the kitchen doorway wondering how I'd explain that.

"And Bambi called twice."

"Bambi?" I swallowed hard, using the cranky zipper on my jacket as an excuse not to look at her. It liked to get stuck.

"Lisa's mother," she reminded me, as if I could ever forget. "Why would they be calling you?"

"Uhhh..." I shrugged. "What did they say?"

"Nothing!" Mom snapped, and that's probably what irked her the most. "They didn't tell me a thing."

"I don't know, uh..." I cleared my throat and peeled off my jacket. "Maybe..."

"Maybe what?" She tilted her head so that a lock of blonde hair fell across her ice blue eyes.

My mom looked beautiful, as always, and that only made it worse. She'd been in such a good mood earlier. Me too. My life had been perfect, except for the part about going to see Angie and Stacy's dad, but he hadn't even been home. Nobody knew the twins were pregnant and I'd fucked them again. Twice. Each. And now, only six hours later, the world was falling apart. Molly probably hated me and Mom wanted to know about Mrs. Collins and Bambi. Sometimes I wished I'd never been born, or at least not gotten out of bed that morning.

"I want an answer, Trent."

"I know. Yeah." I nodded quickly, trying to think of one. "I heard Julie's kinda sick, maybe her mom just wanted to tell me not to come over."

"She's sick?" Mom narrowed her eyes.

A few days before, I'd used the excuse of working on a school project with Randy in order to see Mrs. Collins. In order to try and knock her up, specifically, and I knew my mom was still suspicious about that. I'd come home smelling like, well...Like Mrs. Collins. Except Mom had thought I'd been having sex with Julie, so maybe I shouldn't have mentioned her at all.

"That's just what I heard," I said, innocently.

"Oh my God." Mom blinked at me.

"What?" Did you ever get the feeling like there's a piano hanging over your head? I didn't, not once in my whole life, until that moment.

"She's pregnant," Mom decided. It wasn't a question, not even a guess. It was a fact and the look on my face told her everything. Almost.

"Maybe," I said, wanting to look anywhere but into my mom's eyes.

"You knocked her up? Trent! What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know," I replied truthfully. "It was an accident, sorta, but it's okay."

"What do you mean it's okay?" she asked, almost smiling at my stupidity.

I hadn't meant to say that, but there was no turning back and I have to say, I really wanted to tell my mom everything. It's hard work keeping secrets and I felt exhausted by them. Maybe other people feel the same way, I'm not sure. If there was one person in the world I could confess to, uh...Actually, it wouldn't be my mom. Unfortunately, I'd already said too much and trying to lie my way out of it would only make the consequences that much more painful later.

"Mrs. Collins is going to say it's her baby," I said, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

There wasn't any reason to stand there and I wanted to lean on my elbows, like I didn't have an ounce of strength in my body. After a moment, Mom sat down beside me.

"How is she going to do that?"

"She's pregnant too," I explained. "I mean, she's trying to get pregnant, and then she'll say she had twins."

"What?" Mom did smile then, but only because it sounded kind of silly.

She hadn't seen the look in Mrs. Collins' eyes, though. Mom hadn't heard the conviction in her voice and I spent a few minutes explaining how Jules would be home schooled and all that. Basically, Jules would be grounded from whenever she started to show until she delivered the baby. Five months? Maybe six, since she wasn't a very big girl at all.

"And so Carol is just going to let you off the hook?" Mom asked. "What's the catch?"

"Huh" I blinked at her.

"She must want something in return," she said. "It's your baby, right? Does Julie have any other boyfriends?"

"No. Just me."

"So?" Mom held out her hands. "What is she getting out of this?"

"She's getting a baby," I sighed, but my mom didn't understand right away.

"Besides the baby," she said.

"No, um...That's the deal," I said. "See, Mr. Collins can't, uh...His sperm stuff isn't very good or something, and...Um..."

"You're making Carol pregnant?" Mom stood up. I mean, she practically jumped out of her chair. "You're just a boy!"

She didn't mean that, I didn't think. She meant I was her boy. My mom knew better than anyone that I could make a baby. I mean, I'd knocked her up and she hadn't said, "Hold on! You're just a boy!" She sorta liked the idea, or so I believed, because if she hadn't, my mom could have gotten an abortion easily enough. Except we were catholic and she hated abortion. Anyway, I'm just saying that my mom didn't want me seeing Mrs. Collins anymore.

"You're not going to see those people anymore," she said. "You're not even going to talk to them. Not a word, understand me?"

"But..."

"No buts!" She tapped the table with her finger, making her point. "You're fifteen, Trent. She could go to jail for what she's doing."

So could you, I wanted to say, but I wasn't that retarded. I just never imagined my mom could be a hypocrite. She never had been before, if anything she could be painfully scrupulously, but I suppose this was a rather unique situation. None of us were acting normally, but Mom seemed awfully desperate to try. I probably should have been glad of that. Fucking Mrs. Collins had been sort of fun, but definitely weird and I really wouldn't miss her very much.

"She's going to get mad though," I said. "She really wants a baby."

"Don't worry," Mom said. "I'll talk to her. In fact..." she glanced at her watch. "I think I'll pay her a visit right now."

"You're going to her house?"

"You stay here," she said, pointing her finger at me. "I don't want you to leave the house, Trent."

"I'm grounded?" I blinked at her. "For what? How long?"

"Because I said so," Mom told me, and that was all the answer I got, but at least she'd forgotten about Bambi. Thank God for small favors, eh?

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"Hello?" Molly answered her phone and my heart skipped a beat.

"Hi. It's me," I said. "Trent. Hello? Molly?"

I stared at the phone and turned it off. She'd hung up on me and I guess Shannon had given her older sister the news.

Ten minutes later I tried again. I'd told myself to give Molly half an hour, but I couldn't wait that long. I felt sick, but in my heart, not in my gut. The phone rang ten times before she answered and she didn't even say hello.

"Stop calling me," Molly said, real calmly.

"Wait! Molly? Don't hang up!" But it was too late and the line was dead.

I managed to wait fifteen minutes, pacing my room at first, then walking down the hallway and back. I went up and down the stairs. I walked around the house, aimless and pumped up and scared that I'd never see her again. When I called the third time, her phone didn't even ring.

"The subscriber you are trying to reach is unavailable. Please check the number and try your call again later."

My mom had been gone for a half an hour. I didn't know what she would tell Mrs. Collins, or what Julie's mom might tell her. It couldn't be good whatever they said and I knew I'd never get to be with Jules again. I liked Molly better anyway. I mean, I loved Molly more, but I didn't know why. A few weeks ago I couldn't even imagine having feelings for anyone else. Julie had been the center of the universe. When had that changed? When I'd met Molly, or before then? I didn't know and it bothered me.

I thought about not seeing Julie again, never kissing her or just holding her hand, and...I don't know. It was strange. I felt sad, but not terrible. I thought about the baby and even knowing I'd made Jules pregnant didn't give me the same sense of urgency I'd felt before. The baby was abstract. Like a hypothetical concept or whatever. Maybe when I saw her getting bigger it would become more real, but for the moment I felt kind of numb. Not good or bad, not even excited.

Only Molly could make me feel something and right then, as I sat on my parents' bed holding the phone, rubbing my forehead...I felt pain.

Ring! ...I almost dropped it, but I didn't.

"Molly?"

"Who?" Bambi's voice killed my hopes instantly. "I've been waiting all day for you, Trent."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I just, um..."

"Just what?" she wondered, not masking her annoyance at all.

"I've got a girlfriend," I said, although I'd really meant to make up some excuse. I should have been my same old self, lying and hiding, promising her anything...But what if I wasn't?

"Excuse me?"

"A real one," I said, clearing my throat. "So, um...I can't come over anymore."

Oh man! I felt like I was facing down a bully at school. Like a fight, you know? My hands were practically shaking and I felt a tingly emptiness in my stomach. What was I doing?

"Are you breaking up with me?" Bambi asked, giggling. "Don't be silly, Trent. Come over here now. We'll talk about it."

"No," I said, knowing that would be a bad idea even if I wasn't grounded. "No, no no...I can't. I have to stay here. I like you, but..."

"You love me," she said. "That's what you told me. Remember?"

"Yeah, but...I'm sorry," I told her. "I don't love you anymore."

"What?" Bambi's voice changed, and she sounded like the teacher she was. "That's not the right answer. You come here, right now. I want to see you."

"I can't." I shook my head and wanted to hang up the phone so badly, but I didn't dare. I could barely keep saying no.

"I still have pictures of your little girlfriend," she reminded me. "Do you want to see Julie hurt just because you're confused?"

That felt like a kick in the balls. I'd believed her threat before and I believed her now, sort of. Would she really do something like that? Would she send pictures to everyone Julie and her family knew just to get even with me?

"I told my mom about you," I said. "She knows everything."

Bambi didn't say anything.

"Are you still there?" I wondered.

"You told her everything?" she asked, softly.

"Yeah." I nodded, even though she couldn't see it. "I think my mom wants to talk to you about it."

"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh?" Bambi said, and her voice dripped with venomous anger. It made me wince. "After everything I did for you?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"Well, fuck you very much, Trent."

"I'm sorry," I repeated, but she'd already hung up.

I didn't know what to feel. Exhilarated? Kind of hurt because she'd been so angry, but...I was free? What if she used the pictures? Maybe I wasn't free. I'd broken up with Bambi! God! I grinned. I couldn't believe it! I'd really done it. I started jumping up and down on the bed like a little kid. Laughing kinda crazily. I'd dumped Bambi, the hottest MILF in the galaxy! The sexiest teacher in the known universe! I'd fucked her and dumped her and I'd never see her again.

Fuck.

That kinda sucked. I fell on the mattress, landing on my butt. I had to be insane. I thought I'd loved her, but even at the time I'd known better than that. I did feel bad though. The adrenalin was going away, the excitement wearing off, and I felt like I had a hole inside me. The place where Bambi used to be and everything seemed...Unfinished. I had to do something, but I didn't know what. Bambi was out there, angry with me, disappointed maybe, and probably worried. She could go to jail, I realized, if anyone ever found out about her little sex parties.

I didn't hate her. I'd never tell anyone about Bambi, as long as she never tried to hurt me or Julie with those stupid pictures. Let her worry for a few days and when nothing happened, when my mom didn't knock on her door, or most especially when the police didn't break it down, Bambi would know she was safe. I wasn't sure I owed her anything, but I wanted to give her that much. Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, I dunno. Maybe I should have turned her in. No. I'd known what I was doing the whole time, just like I knew what I was doing now.

The phone rang three times and I expected Angie to answer, or maybe Stacy. Not that I'd know the difference without seeing them naked. Someone else answered though.

"Hello?"

"Hi, um...Are you Angie's mom?" I narrowed my eyes. Wasn't she supposed to be in Miami? I sort of hoped I'd dialed the wrong number, because then I could change my mind.

"Yes," she replied. "Who is this?"

"Uh...Trent." I cleared my throat. "We met like last month? When I was at your house?"

"Oh. I remember, um...Hold on, I think the twins are upstairs."

"No!" I said quickly, and I had to do this fast or I'd chicken out. "I kinda need to talk to you."

"You do?" She sounded pleasantly confused. "What about?"

"Angie and Stacy," I said. "Um...They said, uh well...They kinda told me, um..."

I couldn't say it. I closed my eyes and winced, searched my knotted stomach for one tiny shred of courage. I was so tired of being a wimp all the time and if I wanted Molly back...Molly. Yeah, I thought about her. Like the finish line at a race. I could do it, if she was waiting for me. I didn't know if she was or not though, but if there was even a chance she'd forgive me and love me and be my girlfriend again, I had to break up with the twins. Or make them break up with me, I should say, and there was only one way to do that.

"They told me I made them pregnant," I said, and my parents were going to kill me.

"What did you just say?" the woman asked. "Is this a joke?"

"No," I replied. Now that I'd said it, I felt relieved. "I saw them today and they said that they're pregnant and I just...I'm the one who, uh...did it."

"They're not pregnant," she said. "Why would they tell you that?"

"What? They're not?" I blinked rapidly. "Are you sure?"

"They just had their periods last week," she replied. "Now why would they tell you that they're pregnant?"

"Because, um..." I couldn't even think straight.

"Yes?"

"They want me to break up with my girlfriend," I answered, dumbly. "They lied to me?"

"They lie to everyone," she sighed. "How old are you, Trent?"

"Fifteen," I said, wondering what that had to do with anything.

"Alright," she said. "I suggest you don't see my daughters anymore."

"Yeah, um...Okay."

"I mean it. You say you have a girlfriend? Stay with her and leave Angie and Stacy alone."

"Yes ma'am," I agreed, because she sounded very serious saying that. I suppose any mother would, finding out her thirteen-year-old daughters were having sex.

"And Trent?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for telling me." she said, softening somewhat. "Good-bye."

"Alright. Bye."

I hung up the phone and I should have known they weren't pregnant. Angie and Stacy lied more than anyone else I'd ever met in my life. They even lied about who they were! Yeah. God! And I called their mom? Jeeze! I had to be crazy, but that had been the plan and it had worked even better than I'd imagined. I figured I'd tell their dad and he'd want to come over, and we would talk, their parents and mine, and I'd end up mowing lawns the rest of my life to pay for diapers.

They weren't even pregnant! I wasn't in trouble! I'd broken up with Bambi and now the twins, Lisa was gone to her grandmother's house, Jules was giving her baby to her mom and...I was free! I'd only knocked up two girls, not four! or three, actually, I'd kind of forgotten about my mom, but that was a secret that would never come out and Dad thought the baby was his anyway.

Never, ever would I have more than one girlfriend again, I told myself. No more falling in love. No more trying to knock up girls just because I could. No more sex parties and hot blonde sandwiches and skipping school. Just me and Molly forever!

Except she wasn't answering the phone. I got that same stupid recording and I knew what it meant -- She'd turned off her celphone. Okay. Fine. I was on a roll. A guy couldn't be unlucky forever, right?

"Directory Assistance. What city, please?"

"Seattle," I said, hoping beyond hope they had a listed phone number. "I'm looking for Carpenter, um...On Rosewood Circle."

"Thank you." The line went dead for a second and then I got another recording. "The number is..." I had a pen handy! This was definitely the luckiest day of my life.

"Hello?" a man answered, and I drew a deep breath. "Hello?"

"Hi, is Molly there?" I wondered.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Trent, um...But can you just tell her I didn't buy any ice skates?"

"Say what?" He chuckled.

"I didn't get ice skates and, um...Molly can call me, uh...if she wants to, I mean."

"You don't want to tell her yourself?"

"She's kinda mad at me," I admitted.

"Oh, I see," he said, sounding more like he didn't understand at all. "I'll give her the message."

"Thanks."

"Sure thing. Good-bye, Trent."

"Bye." I hung up the phone.

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I thought for sure Molly would call me right away, but she didn't. Maybe my idea had been a stupid one. At the time it had seemed pretty good, but as the minutes passed, I began to have serious doubts. None of my plans had ever been very good where girls were concerned, but I'd sorta hoped I'd been on a lucky streak. The thing with Bambi and then the twins, that had boosted my confidence. Too much? Probably. I frowned at the phone and picked it up, just to hear the dial-tone and make sure it hadn't gotten broken somehow.

Mom seemed to be taking a long time and I wondered about that. How long does it take to read the riot act? I knew that's what she was doing. I mean, if Mom didn't want me to see Jules, she sure as heck wouldn't want me seeing Julie's mother! Five minutes there, five minutes back, that left nearly 45 minutes for talking and my mom didn't waste a lot of time with chit-chat. She liked to get to the point. What were they talking about? Besides me, I mean.

And where was my dad? I figured he'd be home already, since it was getting past the afternoon and into the early evening. He went golfing every Saturday, out of the house by nine back by four usually. Not that I kept close track of his whereabouts, I didn't, but I'd been up and down so many times that day that anything out of the ordinary seemed suspicious. I kinda wanted to talk him, you know? Not about Mrs. Collins, that would be sorta embarrassing and Mom would doubtless tell him anyway. That was another shoe waiting to drop and I had no idea what Dad would think about it. Probably whatever Mom told him to, so I could look forward to a father-son chat about not fucking my girlfriends' mothers.

Maybe all teenage boys suffer that one, but I doubted it.

No, I wanted to talk to my dad about Molly. I'd heard stories, short and edited anecdotes about how my dad had chased my mom, trying to get her to date and eventually marry him. He'd always seemed sort of proud that it hadn't been easy, which made me wonder how many other girls he'd dated. Easy ones, I mean, like the twins and Lisa and even Julie, maybe. They had all been amazingly easy, but Molly would be a real challenge. Like my mom, probably. Not to get her panties down, I don't mean that. I didn't even want to have sex with her, although I sorta did. I mean, Molly was the kind of girl who would give a guy one chance and if he screwed it up...

Dad would have some good advice, I was sure. Except he wasn't home.

"Trent?" Mom called out from downstairs. She was back and I had to straighten up her bed after all that jumping earlier.

"I'm up here, Mom," I yelled back.

"Would you come downstairs, please?"

Oh man! I knew that tone of voice. The cool, polite, uber-patient lilt of a woman speaking to her wayward child. Like she wanted me to understand and even agree with her reluctant, but necessary decision to punish me. Actually, my mom sorta sounded like that all the time.

"Coming," I said, glancing over my shoulder at the phone on my way out of the bedroom. 

Why hadn't Molly called me yet? Maybe I should be asking Mom for advice, since they had so much in common. As if that would be a good idea? Yeah, right! I'd probably be grounded for the rest of my life for knocking up Julie. It wouldn't matter if Molly called me or not.

"Mom?" I walked into the kitchen, the heart and soul of our house, and suddenly froze. "Oh!"

"Hello Trent," Mrs. Collins said, sitting at the table and smiling as if everything was normal.

"I'm making tea," Mom told me, standing near the stove where the kettle was already warming. "Would you like some hot chocolate?"

"Uhhh..." I didn't know what I wanted. I just blinked at her.

"Maybe you'd better sit down," Mrs. Collins suggested. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Exactly! I was looking at a ghost. Why was Mrs. Collins sitting in our kitchen? What happened to never seeing those people again? My mom had been pissed. I took a seat, having little choice in the matter. I wanted to ask why she was there, but obviously, I couldn't do that. I couldn't say anything, really. I had to wait and the explanation wasn't long in coming.

"We had a nice little talk," Mom told me, "and I've agreed to let you give Carol a baby."

"What?" I stared at her. "You mean, you want me to, uh..."

"We had a deal, Trent," Mrs. Collins said. "I missed you this morning."

"It's either you make her pregnant," my mom explained, "or you end up supporting Julie's baby. We discussed other options and Julie wants to keep the baby. We'd have to insist on a paternity test, of course..."

Mrs. Collins offered me a slight nod at that, but we all knew I had to be the father. Jules wasn't a slut.

"...and if necessary, Julie's parents will file a paternity suit against us," Mom continued. "Babies are expensive, Trent."

"We really don't want to do that," Mrs. Collins said. "We've always liked you, Trent."

My mom the banker. She had an MBA, but I didn't need one of those to understand the deal. Knock up Mrs. Collins and I wouldn't have to pay for knocking up her daughter. If I didn't do it, they'd take me to court, or my parents actually, since I wasn't even sixteen. We'd end up paying half of everything. Medical bills, baby food, diapers, college tuition. It was a good deal and my mom was the world's most practical woman.

"We're going to make it easy on all of us," Mom said, just to make sure I got the point.

I wondered if she'd considered blackmail. I mean, didn't she say Mrs. Collins could go to jail for having sex with me? But that would destroy a whole family and my mom wasn't evil, merely practical, as I mentioned.

"Okay," I said, agreeing to something I'd already agreed to. I hadn't intended to ditch out on Mrs. Collins after all. That had been an accident.

"But there is one minor detail..." Mom said, pausing until I looked at her. "I don't want you to see Julie again. I think it would be for the best if you stayed away from her."

"She'll be alright," Mrs. Collins assured me, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "We don't need to complicate things more than they already are, do we?"

My mom nodded her head, offering me a smile meant to be more sympathetic than victorious, but she'd finally won. They both had, and I could have laughed at how naive Jules and I had been for thinking a baby would solve our problems. I resented that, or maybe I only wished I did. My first real thought after learning that I wasn't going to make-up with Jules was that I could have Molly. No more girlfriends. I sat at the table free and clear and totally single for the first time in almost two months.

Thinking about Julie left a bitter-sweet taste in my mouth. She'd been my first girlfriend. Ever. The first girl I'd ever made love to, maybe the only girl, despite the feelings I'd had or imagined with all the others. None of it seemed real, not like that first time with Jules and I knew I still loved her. Part of me always would, but not enough. That's what bothered me the most. Love sucks.

"Here you go, Trent." Mom set a cup of hot chocolate in front of me. "With marshmallows, just the way you like it."

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"Ummmm...." Mrs. Collins sighed, pushing herself down on my cock. "That feels so good. I missed you this morning."

She'd said that before, but now I knew she meant it. We were in bedroom, on my bed, and my mom knew it. She was peeking through the cracked door, watching Mrs. Collin's ride my erection. I lay on my back, holding the woman's hips and unlike the other times we'd had sex, we were both naked. She'd removed her panties and bra, showing me her heavy tits and long, light brown nipples for the first time.

"I love your cock," she breathed, smiling down at me and breathing heavily through her nose. "You always make me feel so nice, Trent."

"Yeah," I whispered, watching her tits jiggle. They weren't especially firm, not nearly so perfect as my mom's that way. She'd had two babies and there were faint stretch marks, but I didn't mind; they were beautiful all the same.

I lifted my hands and Mrs. Collins didn't stop me. She only smiled, nodding her head and licking her lips as I took her breasts in my hands. I massaged them gently, squeezing the soft flesh and pushing them together. Her tits were warm and heavy, as I mentioned, and her nipples were rubbery as I teased them with my thumbs.

Her fleshy cunt felt like a hot sponge around my cock and the wetness spilled out of her, down the shaft and between my thighs. A felt a stain growing beneath me as I rocked my hips, pushing myself upward to meet her. Mrs. Collins fucked me nicely, not too fast, not too hard, but with a steady rhythm that brought her to several small orgasms. I could feel them, the way she'd tighten her thighs and pull her tummy inward. She's hitch a sharp breath, open her mouth and close her eyes, just for a few seconds, and then open them with a breathless giggle.

How long my mom watched us, I couldn't be sure. Mrs. Collins leaned forward, lowering her tits to my face so I could kiss and suckle her nipples. I bent my knees and pressed my thighs against her ass, lifting my butt off the mattress as I began fucking her harder. I'd cum four times that morning, which is a lot, but it seemed like ages ago. My balls were full of cum and my cock strained to find the bottom of her sex. We were making love and I felt it, just like I always do when I'm with a girl. That seemed to be my curse, falling in love with every girl I fucked, but now I knew better -- I just hoped Mrs. Collins did as well.

"I love you, Trent," she whispered, sliding her body down so she could kiss my face. "I love you so much."

"Mmmph..." Her tongue slipped into my mouth as she came again, grinding her pussy around my cock with a fresh flood of girl juice spilling across my balls. I grabbed her butt and jammed my erection as deep as possible, making out with Mrs. Collins even as my cock began spurting wildly. I'd been trying to hold it back, savoring the anticipation as long as possible, but I did love the way her tongue fluttered across mine. I loved the weight of her body pressing me into the bed, our sweaty skin sticking together, and the raw pleasure cumming inside her unprotected womb.

I loved that most of all.

My cock softened almost immediately, as you might imagine after five good cums in one day. Mrs. Collins wanted to do it again, of course, but my balls were empty. She'd rolled off me, onto her back so we were side-by-side, and covered her pussy with her hand. Her other hand went for my wet cock, fondling me and trying to make me hard.

"Maybe I should get you some Viagra," she teased me.

"I don't think that's the problem," I sighed, smiling at the ceiling. It always felt strange being with her after sex. All the other times, we'd gone our separate ways fairly quickly.

"You came a lot," she said. "That's good. I think I'm ovulating today."

"Yeah?" I glanced at the door, still opened just a crack, but I didn't see my mom.

"Fifteen days until my next period," she told me. "I might be pregnant right now."

"I guess so," I said, looking down to see her fingers wrapped around my almost semi-hard penis. It was thinking about coming back to life.

"You're being shy," Mrs. Collins decided. "That's cute, but you don't have to be. Not with me."

"No. I'm not, uh...shy." I honestly didn't know what to say to the woman.

"Yes you are," she sighed, doing a little shoulder shimmy to get closer. She kissed my cheek. "I wish I was twenty years younger."

"Oh." I nodded and then she kissed my mouth. Her tongue teased my lips, wiggled between my teeth and I surrendered. We French kissed for a minute and my cock had grown firm enough that she could pump the shaft with her fist. 

"Get on top this time," Mrs. Collins said. "I want to get my legs over your shoulders."

I honestly didn't think I'd be able to fuck her again, but a moment later I slid my cock into her sperm-filled pussy. She had her knees bent over my shoulders and we looked at each other while I worked my cock back and forth. I knew it would take me forever to cum and I concentrated on sexy thoughts. I imagined fucking Lisa's butt and getting blowjobs from Bambi. I remembered the twins and especially Julie, that was easiest because her mother had the same brown eyes. I could look into them and imagine myself taking Julie's virginity all over again, although fucking Mrs. Collins felt nothing like that.

But it helped and I was focused so much on trying to cum that I didn't even hear the phone ringing in my parents' bedroom. Not until my mom rapped lightly on my bedroom door.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said, and I jerked my head around with a surge of guilt and embarrassment more than anything else.

It was one thing to be spied upon, but quite another to see her standing right there openly watching us. Mrs. Collins didn't like it either and she actually tried pushing me off her, just for a second. I suppose it's instinctive when you're cheating on your husband with another woman's son. Except I knew her husband knew and I wondered if he knew that I knew that he knew, but...Why was my mom holding the phone?"

"It's for you," she said. "Do you want me to tell her your busy?"

"Who is it?" I asked, hoping it was Molly, praying it wasn't, and dreading the possibility that it might be Bambi. I didn't trust her to give up so easily.

"Molly." Mom smiled sweetly, but that was a tease. "I'll take a message."

"No!" I pushed myself away from Mrs. Collins, letting her legs fall wide around me.

This was stupid and awkward, and I didn't even care as I turned on the bed and exposed my glistening erection to my own mother. She'd seen it before anyway, but not covered with another girl's cum. Fuck! I didn't care. Love makes people crazy.

"Trent!" Mrs. Collins frowned, but my mom didn't look particularly surprised, just amused as she handed me the phone.

"Molly?" I said, slipping past her and across the hall to shut myself in the bathroom.

"You called to tell me you didn't get ice skates?" she asked. "What kind of stupid jerk are you?"

"Wait! I can explain everything," I promised. "It wasn't my fault."

"Shannon told me everything already."

"Just listen to me. Please?"

"Listen to what?" she snorted. "More lies? You said you didn't have any girlfriends."

"I don't!"

"Do you know how stupid I feel?" she asked. "God! I thought you loved me!"

"I do!"

"I should have known better," she continued. "You made them pregnant! Of course you love them! I hate you!"

"They're not pregnant!" I said, narrowing my eyes at the long silence that followed.

Molly didn't say anything and I almost thought she'd hung up, but then she asked me...

"What?"

"I had to see their dad, remember?" I said, speaking quickly. "I went to their house, but their dad wasn't even home and they said I had to be their boyfriend or they'd tell everybody because they hadn't told anybody, but their Mom came back from Miami or someplace and..."

"What are you talking about?" Molly wondered, finally getting a word in as I had to take a breath.

"The twins," I said, forcing myself to slow down. "Angie and Stacy, they're not pregnant."

"Oh." We were quiet again as Molly thought about that. "Sooooo...Why were they at the mall with you?"

"Because they sorta made me bring them with me," I said. "I was gonna get ice skates."

"But you didn't get ice skates," she reminded me. "Yeah. That makes perfect sense, Trent."

"I got something else instead."

"What do you mean?" Molly asked, suspiciously.

"I got something for you," I told her. "I was gonna get ice skates, but then the twins saw your sister and..."

"What did you get me?"

"It's a surprise," I said. "I have to give it to you in person."

"Why?"

"Because!" I risked a nervous laugh. "I want to see your face when I give it to you."

"Hmph."

"Please? I don't have any girlfriends," I said. "I'll never see them again, I swear. It was all an accident."

"Shannon said you were practically making out with them."

"What? No!" I protested. "We were holding hands, but that's all. I didn't even want to do that much."

"I don't believe you," she sighed. "What did you get me."

"Can I come over?"

"No!" Molly said, snorting the word like I'd asked the dumbest question ever.

"Please?"

"Tell me what you got for me."

"And then I can see you?" I asked, practically begging.

"Maybe."

"What?" I frowned.

"I'll think about it," she said. "What did you buy?"

"A thing."

"You bought me a thing?"

"Kinda." I shrugged, not really knowing how to explain it.

If I had known, I probably would have tried, but maybe this would work better anyway. Like leaving a message that I hadn't bought any skates. That would make any girl curious, or so I'd hoped, and it had. Molly was on the phone, right? Now I just had to get into her house, or at least on her front porch. That would be good enough. Maybe.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked. "You kinda bought me a thing?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Can I come over now?"

"You're crazy," Molly sighed. "You didn't buy any ice skates."

"Nope."

"And you only kinda bought me a thing."

"Yep."

"Is it on lay-away or something?"

"No!" I laughed at that.

"What kind of thing?" she asked, but I supected she wanted to be surprised. Girls like that for some reason.

"It's a nice thing," I said. "Can I see you? Please?"

"Alright," Molly decided with theatrical reluctance. "I guess you can come over if you really have to, but I still hate you, though."

"Okay," I said, smiling into the phone. "That's fair."

Molly giggled and hung up her phone. Jeeze! I loved that sound.

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"What are you doing?" Mrs. Collins wondered, still naked on my bed. She'd pushed a pillow under her butt.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked, watching as I pulled on a pair of boxers.

I'd taken a two minute shower and brushed my teeth. I wasn't going to meet Molly smelling like sex! It seemed kind of strange getting dressed in front of Mrs. Collins, but I'd done it before. She didn't look particularly happy, though.

"Trent?" Mom narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"

"I have to see Molly," I said. "It's super important."

"Oh." She actually smiled and I'd been bracing myself for an argument I couldn't win. 

Except I would win because I wasn't going to stay home, I didn't care what Mom did to me later. I had to see Molly. When she didn't argue, it kind of freaked me out. I froze for a second, just looking at her.

"Be home in time for supper," she said, and I when I gave her a dumb look... "It's super important, right? So go."

Sometimes I really couldn't figure my mom out, but this time I figured it had something to do with Julie's mom.

"You can't leave!" Mrs. Collins said. "We're not finished yet."

"You've got your sperm," Mom said, rather coolly, and I guess the tea party was over. She didn't really want me fucking Julie's mom anyway, I knew that. "You can get another donation tomorrow."

"But..." She blinked rapidly as I continued to dress.

"Go home, Carol," my mom said. "Your kids are probably wondering where you are."

Fuck! I was glad she wasn't mad at me. My mom, I mean. but maybe she was and I'd hear about it later. She wasn't the sort of person who liked to discuss family business in front of company. So to speak. It's entirely possible that Mom was just choosing to make a point with Mrs. Collins and would deal with me later. I didn't care. Molly was waiting for me.

All in all, this had been the strangest day of my life. It wasn't over yet either, and I almost forgot to get Molly's thing out of the garage. I'd stashed it earlier just avoid a lot of questions, you know? I wasn't totally stupid.

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"Hi!" I said, smiling hopefully.

"Hi," Molly replied, but without much enthusiasm. We were looking at each other through a six inch gap in the front door.

"You look nice," I told her.

"That's because I'm mad."

"Oh." I frowned, trying to think of something else to say.

"Is that my thing?" she wondered, pursing her lips and looking at the plastic shopping bag in my hand.

"Yeah." I nodded, looking down at it. I felt really stupid all of a sudden and I wished I'd bought ice skates instead.

"Well?" Molly sighed. "Are you going to give it to me?"

"Um...Do you want to come out here?"

"It's cold outside."

"Yeah," I agreed. "A little."

We looked at each other, but she didn't ask me to come in the house. She must have really been mad, but I guess I couldn't blame her. Molly did look beautiful, even if all I could see was most of her face and one shoulder. She made my gut ache and my heart throb, and my legs felt tingly they way they do when I see people in wheelchairs. Or not exactly like that, but kinda the same. In a good way. Man! I was nervous.

"Here." I offered her the plastic bag. Like what else could I do?

"What is it?" she asked, holding it open and seeing a white cardboard box inside. She removed that and gave the empty plastic bag back to me for safe keeping.

"Open it," I said. "But don't shake it!"

"What?" She froze, but we both knew she'd been about to do exactly that.

"It's kinda fragile."

"Oh. A fragile thing," Molly said, almost smiling at me. "I thought you were just giving me a box."

"No. I mean, yeah. The box comes with it." I shook my head and that finally got a small giggle.

"I'm kidding," she said, lifting the flap and opening the box. "What is it? Oh!"

We both looked at the figurine, a porcelain sculpture of a figure skater. A girl in one of those sexy-cute skater outfits and she had black hair and pale skin, balanced on one leg with her arms wide. For being only about nine inches high, it had been surprisingly expensive. I'd barely had enough money, even with the extra fifty dollars Mom had given me.

"It's from Spain," I told her. "There's a card, um..."

"Lladro," she read, finding the card easily, since it was right on top. "Handcrafted porcelain from Spain. You got me a figurine?"

"Yeah." I cleared my throat. "I thought maybe you collected them or something."

"I don't," Molly said, fixing me with her sapphire eyes.

"Well..." I shrugged. "Maybe you could start a collection. I could get you another one for your birthday or..."

"Shut-up," she said, smiling at me.

"...Christmas?" I smiled back at her. "Do you like it?"

"What kind of guy gives a girl a figurine?"

"I guess I do."

"Why?" Molly asked, biting her bottom lip and sorta stroking the porcelain with her fingertips.

"Cause, um...It reminded me of you, mostly."

"Uh-uh." She shook her head. "Why?"

"Because." I licked my lips and I didn't feel even a little bit cold.

"Because why?"

"I love you."

"Okay," she said, nodding. "That's a good reason, I guess."

"It is?" I grinned because she was smiling.

"Yeah," Molly sighed. "Go away now."

"Can I call you?"

"Tomorrow," she decided. "I wanna stay mad at you for a little while longer."

"You're really cute when you're mad."

"I know." She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Bye Molly."

I gave her back the plastic bag, just so I'd have an excuse to stand there for a few more seconds. She watched as I turned around and started down the steps.

"Hey, Trent?"

"Yeah?" I stopped and looked at her.

"I like it a lot," Molly said. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

I smiled all the way home and I didn't bother with a bus. I liked the feelings that just seeing Molly's smile had given me. I wished that walk would last forever. Molly liked me! And I promised myself that I'd never, ever screw it up again.

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"...followed me?" my dad said. "Are you crazy? This is my home!"

"I don't care!" a girl cried. "You said you loved me!"

"You have to get out of here."

"Get your hands off me!"

"I told you it's over, Pam," Dad said. "Everything's different now."

I couldn't see them as I'd come up the driveway, passing an old Mustang that had been parked halfway on the grass, and entered the house through the kitchen. They were in the living room and I could hear them grunting, sort of groaning. I knew my dad's voice, obviously, and I knew Pamela's, too. She was one of his dental assistants, the cute one with auburn hair and freckles. They were arguing and he was trying to push her out the front door, apparently. I wanted to look, but decided it would be better to stay out of sight. Dad had enough to worry about without me getting in the way.

"I'm not going anywhere without you!" the girl insisted, sounding sort of hysterical.

"My wife's upstairs," he told her, trying to keep his voice down, as if it would matter. "We'll talk about it later."

"You said you were leaving her!"

"Go home, Pam!"

"I can't! I love you!"

My dad had been having an affair with her? I couldn't believe it. The girl was cute, like I said, maybe even beautiful. I'd only seen her a couple times at my dad's office. Pamela had graduated college like six months ago or something and was only twenty-two? Twenty-three, maybe? She'd cleaned my teeth. I remember thinking she looked kinda hot and she'd seemed pretty nice, so I could see why a guy would like her. But my dad was married! It didn't matter what the girl looked like. He loved my mom. Didn't he? Why would he want to cheat on her? What a jerk!

"What's that? Pam, just put the gun down," my dad said slowly, extra calmly. "You're upset."

"I'll kill her," she said, kind of sobbing the words. "If you won't leave her, I'll kill her."

"No, you're not going to kill anyone," Dad said. "Just put it down. We can talk about this."

"What's going on down here?" I heard my mom ask. She must have been coming down the stairs and I wondered what had taken her so long. The neighbors could probably hear Pam, being as loud as she was.

"Go back upstairs, Susan," Dad said.

"Bitch! It's all your fault!" Pam screamed at about the same time, and I thought she was going to really do it.

I mean, I jumped because I expected to hear the bang and that got my feet moving. I ran out of the kitchen, turning the corner to see them. Pam stood between me and my dad, Mom was halfway down the stairs, damp and wrapped in a bath towel, and looking very pale as the girl pointed the gun at her. I felt afraid, yeah. I was terrified and confused, but too concerned about my mom to notice. Or something. It all happened so fast, maybe I just ran around the corner by accident. I could never be sure of the why and it probably didn't matter. This had been the strangest day of my life.

"No!" I yelled, and then I realized Pam wasn't pointing the gun at my mom, or even at my dad.

She'd turned around, looking surprised and frightened and not a little crazy as she pointed the gun at me. And then she pulled the trigger and punched me right in the chest, which was really confusing. The girl must have been about ten feet away from me and I didn't even hear the gunshot or anything. Mom screamed and Dad yelled, and I really hoped Molly wouldn't be mad if I didn't call her like I'd promised.

 

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