Son of Motherfucker - Chapter One

 

"Mmmmm..." I sighed, waking up to the sensation of a warm, wet mouth around my cock. I reached downward to find a cloud of silky hair beneath my fingers and slowly opened my eyes.

"Wendy?" She'd returned to the scene of the crime, the small apartment over the garage.

My girlfriend sprawled naked on the bed, laying comfortably over my left thigh as she nursed on my morning erection. Her sapphire eyes were full of good humor and I took a sharp breath as her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. She'd taken off her clothes and I had no idea how long she'd been there or even what time it might be. I looked around for any sign of my mom, but she must have left for work already.

"That feels good," I decided, pulling her black hair out of the way so I could watch Wendy's lips sliding down the shaft. The need to pee only made my cock that much harder and I spread my legs so she could play with my balls.

Fuck, the girl was beautiful and I hadn't forgotten the video of her with that asshole Brian. We were in the same room, on the same bed where she'd begged him to fuck her. I wondered if the DVD was still in the player. I could use the remote, turn on the TV and push the play button and...The movies were gone, I realized. My mom must have taken them with her since she'd admitted there were no copies anywhere else, but I wasn't sure if I believed that or not.

At first, before I'd watched Wendy eagerly taking Brian's sperm on her face and then inside her pussy, I'd thought I could save her. I had the idea of taking the movies and destroying them. That would solve everything, at least as far as my parents were concerned, but then I'd finally understood that my problems ran a lot deeper than that. My girlfriend liked being a slut. She'd gotten off on Brian's cock and that had nothing to do with being blackmailed. In fact, I seriously doubted Wendy had been forced to fuck the guy at all, you know?

Her issues weren't with the sex, she just didn't want to get caught by her parents. I couldn't blame her for that, what girl would? I didn't like her very much anymore. I mean, I still loved her, but I was back on the roller coaster and now I really didn't want to like her at all. Again. When people think of roller coasters, they imagine the ups and downs, but you wanna know a secret? Roller coasters only go around in circles.

"I, uh...I gotta use the bathroom," I told her, smiling apologetically.

"Ummph?" Wendy narrowed her eyes, swishing her tongue and giving my dick a serious spit bath inside her mouth.

"Sorry," I said. "I really have to, uh...you know...pee."

"Mwwwaah!" She pulled off my cock and licked her lips. "Okay. You want me to hold it for you?"

"Uh, no..." I grinned at her. "That's okay."

"I can give it a shake when you're done," she teased me, rolling onto her back so I could get up.

"What time is it?" I wondered.

"Late," Wendy replied. "Almost nine o'clock. I came over as soon as my parents left for work."

"Did my dad go to work?"

"I can't believe you hit him like that," Wendy sort of answered. "He looks pretty bad."

"I thought he deserved it," I said from the bathroom, aiming my penis at the toilet and waiting for it to get soft enough that I could piss.

"Really?" Wendy had gotten up and she smiled from the open doorway. "You did it for me, huh?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Mostly...Hey! Don't do that."

"Shhhh..." She giggled over my shoulder, pressing her naked body against my back as she reached around me. "I'll do it for you. I don't mind."

"Wendy," I sighed.

She held my stiff cock with one hand while she scratched lightly at my stomach with the other. How was I supposed to relax like that? Her breasts were pressing against my bare skin, her hard nipples poking against me, and I could even feel her small, black bush teasing my butt.

"Think about water," she whispered, kissing my neck. "Dripping, splashing, running water overflowing the bathtub while you're fucking me so good."

"Mmmm...That's not gonna help," I said, but Wendy wasn't listening. She was too busy jerking me off while we started making out.

Fuck! I still loved her. I should have pushed her away and told her to go find Brian if she was feeling so horny. I thought using the bathroom would be a good excuse, but it had turned out to be a bad one as Wendy pulled me around by my cock. She wanted to fuck and like my mother, she was a spoiled brat who couldn't take no for an answer. They were so much alike sometimes that they could have been twins, at least on the inside, where it counts. Probably that's the reason they disliked each other so much. Opposites attract, not selfish, spoiled sluts in love with the same boy.

"Yeah, up here," she breathed, wriggling her butt as she pushed herself onto the sink. It wasn't a very big bathroom, but we had plenty of room for this.

Wendy spread her long legs, bending her knees to trap me between her thighs. She looked like a black haired angel. Seriously. I had the prettiest, sexiest girl in school rubbing my cockhead up and down her pink slit and I knew why she was so hot to fuck me. Wendy wanted a baby.

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding eagerly as I bent my mouth to her left nipple.

I pushed with my hips at the same time, and got some help as she dug her heels into my butt. The mouth of Wendy's pussy always seemed too small at first, much like my mom's, actually, and the pressure felt amazing. A heartbeat later, I was inside her, sliding the length of my erection beneath her swollen clit and between her coral labia. My girlfriend's pussy was every bit as gorgeous as the rest of her and I'd waited a long time to feel it wrapped around my cock. We'd dated for over a year and I'd never fucked her, but over the past few days we'd been making up for lost time.

"Oh yeah," she gasped, cradling my head as I suckled her tits. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Kiss my tits. I love you!"

With that, Wendy started cumming. I hadn't even started pumping her yet, but she must have been right on the edge. I felt her cunt grabbing my dick, her legs tightening as she refused to let me pull back. She worked her crotch against mine with every inch of my erection stuffed inside her hole and I had to admit that it felt pretty good for me. I held her tits with both hands, finding them just as soft and firm and proud as my mom's. Maybe a little smaller, I thought, but not by much, and Wendy's nipples were definitely more plump, but not as long.

"Kiss me," she whispered, pulling my mouth to hers. She relaxed her legs enough that I could start moving, sliding half my cock in and out of her now very wet pussy.

I gave Wendy my tongue and fucked her on the bathroom sink, trying to forget her betrayal and failing. It was stuck in my head. Brian fucking my girlfriend, asking her if he should pull out and her breathless reply. She didn't care. That's what Wendy had told him. She needed to feel his cum inside her, that's all that mattered. Now she wanted the same thing from me. At least she hadn't told the guy she loved him. She'd saved that much for me, but I'd been grasping at that straw for a long time already.

"God, I hope I'm pregnant," she breathed, biting her lip like a little girl as I pumped her pussy with a lusty vengence. "Tell me I'm pregnant, Jimmy. You knocked me up. Tell me."

"Yeah," I agreed, whispering. "You're pregnant, Wendy."

"Yeah." She nodded.

"I knocked you up good." I kissed her panting mouth. "Everybody's going to know you're a slut."

"What?" She blinked at me and I only fucked her faster, driving my cock hard and deep into her hot little cunt.

"All those guys, all my friends," I said, pulling her against my thrusting cock with my arms around her waist. "Watching you getting bigger and knowing they fucked you before I did."

"No." She kissed my mouth and cheeks. "Don't say that."

"Wendy!" I groaned, jamming my cock into the very bottom of her pussy as I started cumming.

The best feeling in the world, but tempered with visions of Brian's pale ass clenched between her knees. He'd cum inside her a long time before I ever did and I remembered my girlfriend telling me how she wanted to save herself for our wedding night. That had been her favorite excuse, the one I'd accepted unconditionally because I'd loved her so much it hurt. It wasn't fair and I suddenly wished my mom hadn't been so eager to show me that stupid video.

"I thought you were done being mad at me," Wendy pouted, still clinging to me as my orgasm slowed and the last of my sperm spilled into her vagina.

"I changed my mind," I said, truthfully. Somewhere in there, her cervix was lapping up my ball juice. All those swimmers working their way into her womb, looking for one of Wendy's precious eggs.

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" she asked, drawing a theatrical breath and letting it out slowly.

"I don't know," I replied. "Until you mean it?"

"You're such a jerk sometimes," she said. "What happened to you? We were fine yesterday."

"I thought we were always fine." I pulled my cock slowly out of her, not really wanting to, but I still needed to take a whiz.

"It's your stupid mom, isn't it?" Wendy pushed herself off the sink, cupping her glistening vulva as she left the small bathroom.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, standing at the toilet and turning my head as my bladder finally let go. I could see her digging through her purse.

"Getting a pad," she sort of explained. "I wanna keep your stuff inside me."

"Oh." I shook my head and looked down. Taking a piss, I decided, felt even better than cumming. Sometimes.

"I'm going to check on your dad," she said, pulling up her panties a minute later. Wendy had tapped a pad inside them, and I didn't need much more proof to know how serious she was about getting pregnant.

"Why?" I asked, shaking my sticky, cum covered dick. For some reason it wanted to get hard again, probably because watching Wendy get dressed was sexy as hell. Watching her pull up her faded jeans and knowing her pussy was full of my cum...I didn't want to like it, but I did.

"Because I want someone to be nice to me for a change," she said, not hiding the sarcasm at all. "Don't worry, I won't let him fuck me."

"Yeah," I snorted. "That makes me feel better."

"I'll just suck him off." Wendy gave me an extra sweet smile. "He says I'm even better than your mom."

"He would know," I replied carelessly, turning on the shower. The water was freezing.

"So would you," she retorted. "Jerk!"

I didn't know why I was being such a dick, except I did. We had to be crazy trying to have a baby. I mean, Wendy had convinced me it would make everything okay, that my parents couldn't hold the videos over our heads anymore, but what did it matter? We were still only sixteen. We had two years of school left and our parents owned us. My parents especially, and if Wendy moved in with us, that would only mean my Dad would get to fuck her every night before they went to sleep and every morning before breakfast. Mom wasn't even going to let my wife sleep in the same house with me, much less the same bed.

"Who are you?" I asked, coming out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist.

"Jason," the man said. "How ya doing?"

"Great." I watched as he began writing on a clipboard he held. The guy wore a suit and tie, and he almost looked like a lawyer, but not a real expensive one.

It didn't take long to figure out he was the contractor my parents had talked about hiring. They wanted to enlarge the studio apartment to something more reasonable for a couple expecting a child, something that would convince Wendy's parents to let her move in. It would be expensive, but it wasn't like my parents couldn't afford it. We were firmly entrenched in the upper-middle class American dream and besides, it wasn't really going to be for me and Wendy at all. Mom had made it clear that my father would be living up there with my blushing teenage bride, while Karen and I would move into the master bedroom.

"Karen," I sighed, getting dressed in the bathroom while Jason took measurements in the other room. I found myself wishing my mom had skipped work. I felt pretty lonely.

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"...don't have to worry about him," my dad said. "You know I'll take care of you, Wendy, and the baby, too."

"Yeah," she sighed. "I know, but I wish he'd stop being so mean to me all the time. It's her fault, you know. She's talking crap about me all the time and..."

They hadn't even bothered to close the bedroom door. Why should they? Wendy, dressed only in her panties, sat on my dad's naked butt, giving him a massage while they talked. I already knew he loved my girlfriend, Dad had told me point blank, and she didn't seem to be too repelled by the fact that once upon a time he'd raped the virginity out of her.

I watched as she leaned forward, letting her plump nipples rub his back while she kissed his shoulders. Wendy, what a slut. She said she loved me. She wanted a fresh start and a chance to get away from my dad, but I could see through that lie plain as day. I stood there silently, but after a minute or two, she caught me out of the corner of her eye. Wendy didn't say anything, she just smiled and started kissing her way along my dad's spine, crawling backwards until she could kiss and bite his butt cheeks.

"Oh, baby..." he groaned, spreading his legs as my fiancé pulled him apart with her thumbs. "I love it when you do that."

"I love doing it," Wendy whispered, but she was looking at me.

She wanted to make sure I watched as she pressed her beautiful face into his ass, filling the room with wet, obscene noises. Wendy gave my dad a serious rim job, Frenching his asshole while she wagged her panty clad butt like a bitch in heat. I could see where the pink cotton had turned darker with our combined juices. The pad couldn't contain all of it and even her thighs were stained with cum. She wanted me to join them, I thought. Wendy hoped I'd pull her panties down and slip my hard cock into her cunt while she ate my dad's ass for brunch.

My cock was hard, I won't deny it, and the girl looked awesome with her firm, round butt in the air like that. I wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world...Almost. Ignoring her would be better. Like spanking Wendy's ego, sort of, and wasn't that what Dad had told me she needed? A slut like her needed a good spanking, and she was going to feel it when she looked up, all red faced and wet with spit, licking her lips and frowning at the empty spot where I'd been standing.

The only thing better than ignoring her would be doing it with someone else, someone Wendy really didn't like at all.

"Jimmy?" Mom looked up from her desk at the bank. She had her own office and everything, and even in her conservative gray business suit, she looked incredible.

"Busy?" I asked, sort of peeking in, although the door was wide open.

Her bright blue eyes narrowed and I really liked the way she wore her blonde hair loose. Usually she pinned it up, but the rest of her seemed so formal. With her hair down, my mom looked sexy. Like available, you know? Accessible, as if she was a real woman and not just another nine-to-five robot. I wondered how many times a day she got hit on, and it had to be a lot.

"I thought suspended meant grounded," she said, tapping her pen much like a rattlesnake shakes its tail.

"It does," I agreed, hoping I knew what I was doing. "But, uh...I thought maybe I could take Karen to lunch."

"Really?" She stopped tapping her pen and those ice blue eyes warmed like a summer sky. "Close the door."

She stood up as I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

"Lock it," she whispered, sliding a hand down the front of her dark skirt, grabbing the wool between her thighs and pulling it upward.

Beside the door, the wall was made of glass, one large window covered with vertical blinds. I hoped they worked because Mom was showing me the tops of her stockings, the black garter straps holding them up, and finally her thin, lace panties. They were black as well, contrasting sweetly against her bronzed skin. I enjoyed her tan lines and Mom had just a small triangle of pale pink flesh where her bikini had hidden her pussy from the sun all summer long.

"Kiss me first," she whispered. "I've wanted this for so long, Jimmy."

"You have?" I returned her smile and believed every word she said.

"Oh yeah," she assured me. "Kiss my pussy. Make my fantasy real for me."

I went to my knees on her beige carpet as Mom leaned against her desk. She held my head in her hands, with her skirt bunched around her hips, and I could already smell her tart arousal. I kissed her panties first, feeling the floral stitching soft and rough against my face. I licked the lace, and lower I kissed and pinched the cotton panel between my lips. She grew wet very quickly, breathing hard even before I pulled her panty aside and tasted her naked vulva. Mom must have fantasized about having sex in her office a lot and I guess that wouldn't be unusual for any businesswoman, or man for that matter.

Having to be prim and proper all the time, completely respectable even while coworkers and customers watched her with barely contained lust, that couldn't have helped her very much. Every guy in that bank wanted to fuck her and Mom knew it. She could snap her fingers and have a man on his knees, gratefully sucking her pussy, maybe even some of the women, too. But she hadn't done that, or at least I couldn't imagine it, because Karen, unlike Wendy, wasn't a slut. Not anymore. She'd been saving herself for me, banking her fantasy for the day when I could make it come true.

Do you have any idea how good that made me feel?

"I love you," I breathed, nodding my head just to feel her oily girl juice all over my upturned face. "You're the only one I love now."

"Ummmm...Take your cock out," she sighed, beaming happily as she tilted her hips, offering my tongue her drooling slit. "Jerk off while you eat me."

I split her buttery labia easily and drank my reward as a small flood of pure Karen filled my mouth. She leaned slightly to her right, urging me to free my erection. I stiffened my tongue, fucking her with it while I stroked my sympathetic penis. Why Mom wanted me doing that, I wasn't sure, but she seemed to enjoy watching me beat off almost as much as she did my wiggling tongue. I didn't have a lot of experience giving a woman head, but what I lacked in technique, I made up for with sheer enthusiasm.

"Uh! Fuck me!" she softly gasped. "Deeper! Fuck me with your tongue!"

That's exactly what I did, looking nearly straight up as I jammed my mouth muscle as deeply inside her as I could. It didn't seem very far at all, to be honest, but I brought her off all the same. My mom came with a rush of strong, bitter-sweet juice and I almost thought she was pissing the way it seemed to squirt into my mouth, across my nose, and even onto my forehead. Her knees weakened for a moment and she closed her thighs, trapping me with her fingers tugging at my hair. I had to swallow quickly, but I could feel most of her cum running down my cheeks and neck.

My cock throbbed and my fingers were slick with precum. I'd been dripping onto the carpet and my balls were feeling the urgent need to unload. I was going to cum soon and while I tried to suck my mother dry and concentrate on her pleasure, part of me wondered if I could really shoot my spunk onto the floor. That would leave a stain!

"Wow!" Mom giggled breathlessly and blinked, looking around the room as if she'd just woken up. "You made me cum."

"Yeah," I agreed, licking my lips. "I'm gonna cum too."

"Stand up," she said. "Inside me. Just push it inside me. I want to feel it."

"Uh...Okay." I laughed, standing as she tugged at my arms. This had been her plan from the beginning, I thought. We couldn't really fuck on her desk, but I could jerk off until I was close and just push my cock into her ready hole.

"Uhhhh-huh!" she moaned, getting that dreamy look I'd become so familiar with, the one that meant she was really feeling it.

"Jeeze, you're hot inside," I said, wincing at the pleasure of sinking my full erection into her soaked cunt. I leaned backward, pushing my hips forward so we could look down and see my cock being swallowed.

That looked as amazing as it felt and I might have stroked my dick into her three times, maybe four, and then I had to cum. We didn't kiss. We didn't even look into each other's eyes the way we usually did at the moment of truth. Karen and I only watched the base of my shaft as it seemed to pulse in time with my spurting semen. I could actually see my erection flex with the effort and it seemed almost surreal. I'd fucked my own mother in her office, downtown with the world turning outside.

It made me laugh and Mom giggled, perhaps understanding even better than me how incredible it felt to be so bold and reckless. It filled me with a strange euphoria, different than just having an orgasm. I felt powerful, that's the word. I thought of the people outside, just a few feet away, none of them suspecting that I'd be in here fucking my own mother, maybe putting a baby in her womb that very second. We had a secret now, the same one we'd had before, but now...I dunno.

Everything suddenly felt a lot more real. More alive. Our love, I mean. Like it had been something dark, very private as if we were sneaking around. Love isn't supposed to be a secret though. It works best when other people know, and making love to Karen in her office felt like taking out an ad in the paper saying we loved each other. I'd gotten a taste of that when we'd gotten a room at the hotel, but this...I wanted to fuck her again.

"It's Friday," Mom sighed, handing me some tissues. "We have a working lunch with the president."

"You do?" I frowned and wiped my face and neck.

"All the loan officers. He thinks it's good for morale," she explained, pulling up her panties and patting the cotton panel with a smile. "This is good for my morale."

"Mine too," I agreed, remembering Wendy and her jeans, but Mom looked better, I thought. Sexier as she pulled her conservative skirt down her thighs.

"We can go out tonight," she suggested. "Get a room with a hot tub?"

"I have to work, remember?" I made a face. "And I don't think Dad's going to give me anymore money for awhile."

"I know!" Mom giggled. "He looks like a raccoon."

"Yeah." I had to laugh, too.

"I'll get the room and wait for you," she decided. "We can spend the whole weekend together, okay?"

"You want to?"

"Definitely," she said, smiling. "I'll call you tonight and you can meet me after work."

"Alright," I agreed.

"You're everything to me, Jimmy." Mom put her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I'm so happy right now."

"Me too," I whispered, pressing my erection against her tummy and wishing it wasn't in my pants. It belonged inside her.

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I worked the longest shift of my life that night, wondering if it would ever end. I also had to wonder what I was doing. Did I really want to commit to my mom? That's what this would be, I realized. A whole weekend alone with her at the Marriott-Plaza? That's the hotel where she'd booked a room for us and she'd spent half an hour on the phone whispering the explicit details of what she planned to do with me on our little vacation. The sex sounded good, but she was my mom and I yearned for normal, whatever that might be.

"What?" I blinked at Bernie, one of my nightly regulars. He was a narcotics detective, good for two bear claws and a large coffee with two sugars.

"You're out there in la-la land tonight," he said with a grin. "Let me see those pupils, Jimmy."

"Sorry," I said, grinning sheepishly. "I was thinking about my, uh...girlfriend."

"She must have you whipped pretty good," he said. "Is she hot?"

"You've got no idea," I sighed, giving him his donuts.

Ten minutes after Bernie left, the phone rang and I about jumped out of my shoes. Business was slow this time of night, but especially on Fridays. My boss, Glenda, had warned me about the boredom when she hired me saying, "It's okay to talk to the donuts, but when they start talking back..." Thankfully, the donuts hadn't started talking quite yet, but they were looking at me funny.

"Mom?" I answered, hoping she wanted more phone sex and praying she didn't.

"What?" Kylie giggled, a sound I'd know anywhere, and I'd sort of forgotten about her.

"Sorry," I said. "What's up?"

"Do you guys deliver?" she teased me. "I think I need a donut in my hole."

"Are you drunk?" I wondered, since she was laughing at her own lame joke. I could hear some Black Eyed Peas in the background.

"Kinda!" she said. "Wendy's drunk too!"

"I am not!" I heard her yell in the background. "Tell him he's a jerk!"

"She says you're a..."

"I heard her," I said. "What are doing? Having a party or something?"

"Amy's having a party," she replied as the music suddenly got louder. "Can you hear it?"

"It's not a party!" Amy panted into the phone. "We're just...whoops!"

"Ouch!" Kylie giggled some more. "I see Paris, I see France, I see Amy's pussy!"

"Give me that!" Wendy said. "Jimmy? I'm having my bachelorette party."

"Really?"

"And guess what?"

"What?"

She hung up the phone.

"Great," I sighed, glancing at the clock. Three more hours to go.

So Wendy was still mad at me? Good for her. I figured she would be really pissed when she tried to find me the next day. I consoled myself in the knowledge that my dad would comfort my lonely girlfriend in her weekend of need.

I'd made up my mind. I loved my mom, she was my girlfriend now, and I just had to get used to the idea. So I practiced calling her Karen in my head. I wrote her name on napkins, doodling meaningless designs around her name. That's what teenage boys do when they're in love, right? I had all kinds of junk with Wendy's name on it. I'd used a soldering iron to engrave her name on my lucky hockey stick. If I'd been old enough, I probably would have gotten Wendy tattooed on my arm or something. Thank God for small favors.

Anyway, I had to practice being Karen's boyfriend and that wasn't so hard, not when I remembered how my cock had looked stuffed inside her pussy. When I remembered her eyes, the way she looked at me with nothing but love and devotion, it made me think of Wendy. How did she look at me? Sometimes it was like that, but most of the time I couldn't see anything in her dark, sapphire eyes. She only turned them on when she was angry, it seemed, or when she wanted something. Mom...Karen, only wanted me to love her the way she loved me.

Faithfully. And you know what? I liked that word a lot.

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She'd booked a room at the Marriott. It wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable and anonymous, and nobody knew where we were. My mom, Karen, hadn't told Dad where to find us and I hadn't even bothered trying to get in touch with Wendy. She was having a bachelorette party? After watching the video, I didn't care. If I could have gotten out of marrying her, I would have. If Karen really loved me, she would...

"Divorce him," I suggested, laying on my side with my cock in her pussy. We weren't really fucking, just fooling around.

"What?" Karen giggled as she lay on her back, one leg over both of mine, the other scissored between my thighs.

"Divorce Dad and he can marry Wendy," I said. "They can move out. You could even collect alimony or whatever. Child support."

"Hmmm..." She only shook her head. "Don't worry about Wendy. After you're married, you won't even have to look at her anymore."

"I'll have to see her all the time," I protested. "We're going to be the only married tenth graders in the whole city. She's in half my classes."

"Poor baby," Karen sighed, adjusting her hips as I gave my cock a small push. She felt hot inside, moist with arousal, but not wet. Nice and tight.

"Or what if we just leave?" I asked. "Seriously. You're my mom. We can move to another city and nobody will think twice about it."

"I have to think about your father, Jimmy."

"Why?"

"Because I love him," she said, pulling my left hand to her breasts. "I want him to be happy."

"What about me?"

"Don't I make you happy?" Karen wondered, teasing me with her big blue eyes and pouting smile.

"Yeah," I replied, massaging her left tit, so firm and perfect the way it filled my hand.

I played with her nipple, already swollen and rubbery beneath my thumb. She had an amazing body and the sensation of her vagina wrapped around my penis made me very happy. Like her smile and taut belly and long, toned legs. It was all physical and I knew it, but what could I do? I had no one else and I did love her, if less like a mom than a girlfriend now. When had that changed? I couldn't tell. I couldn't pick a single moment and say, "This is when I fell in love with Karen."

That seemed very unfair.

"I really am pregnant, you know." She stared into my eyes. "You put a baby inside me."

"Down here?" I smiled, having no choice as I slid my hand downward. I rubbed her tummy.

"That's where the kitchen is," she agreed. "Let everything else go and you can have what you want."

"What do I want?" I wondered, because I honestly didn't know anymore.

"Me," Karen said. She made it sound so obvious. "I don't want to be your mother anymore."

"No?"

"I want to be the mother of your child," she whispered, pulling me closer, urging me to get on top of her.

"But I kinda liked having a mom," I told her, sitting on my knees between her wide-spread thighs. I pulled my cock out of her pussy just so I could rub the head around her vulva.

"You'll like having a daughter," she promised. "Or a son? We could name him James Junior...Oh! Uh-huh! I love your cock. Give it to me, uh...nice."

I'd put Karen's legs over my shoulders and I leaned into her, pumping her cunt with my steely prick. My balls slapped her upturned ass while we watched each other, panting soft, meaningless words of encouragement. I didn't have a mother anymore, just a girlfriend. A fiancé really, who was pregnant with my baby. Forget about Wendy. I didn't need her. I had Karen now and she would never betray me. All of my problems were solved, right?

I spent all weekend letting Karen convince me; but in the end, one small fly in the ointment remained -- I wasn't insane.

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I didn't get to talk to Kylie until gym class on Monday. We sat on the bleachers watching everyone else play volleyball, even though Kylie loved volleyball.

Kyle, I mean, except I couldn't look at him anymore without seeing her. Kylie. Just like I couldn't look at my mom and not see Karen. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything had been turned upside down and my head was filled with so many lies and plots and devious plans...All I wanted was a normal life.

The whole school had heard about our engagement, Wendy's and mine. That must have seemed really funny to the fifty odd guys who'd fucked her behind my back. She'd played nice all morning too, smiling and hugging me, kissing me every chance she got just so everyone would be jealous or something. I went along with it, but underneath we both knew we were falling apart. I'd tried, maybe she had too, but it couldn't work.

"Love isn't enough," I sighed, trying to explain it to Kylie. She was massaging my hand again, the one I'd almost broken on my dad's head.

She looked like a tomboy to me. A seriously cute girl pretending to be a boy. She made those gym shorts look sexy too, the way they showed off her smooth legs and pert little butt. No tits, but her nipples were obvious and poking against her t-shirt. Everything the boy did screamed "Girl!" whether it was brushing some curly brown hair out of her doe eyes or pursing those bee-stung lips. Fuck! I loved my brother and that's the whole point I'm trying to express. If Kylie wasn't related to me? I almost would have turned queer just for her, except I knew I wasn't a fag. She was a girl.

"What do you mean, love's not enough?" she asked, leaning sideways with her right elbow on her knee.

"I can't marry Wendy," I said. "I definitely can't marry my mom, but that's the same thing. Right?"

"You're asking me?" Kylie laughed softly, and jeeze! She had the gentlest hands in the universe.

"She fucked half the guys in school."

"Wendy? Or your mom?" she teased, and I made a face. "Sorry."

"Would you be serious?"

"I'm always serious," Kylie protested, pulling on my fingers one at a time. "You're still my boyfriend."

"Am I?" I looked at her.

"And Wendy's still our girlfriend," she continued. "We all promised, remember?"

"That's why I want to talk to you."

"Why?"

"I gotta break up with her, Kylie."

"But what about me?"

That had finally gotten her attention and I shrugged. "I don't know," I admitted. "If you had to pick, Wendy or me..."

"I'm not gonna pick," she said, letting go of my hand. "She's my best friend. Her and Lisa and Amy..."

"I know."

"They're my only friends, Jimmy." Kylie's brown eyes were fixed on mine. "It wasn't like we were hanging out that much."

"Yeah." I cleared my throat and it was true. We'd always been friends, but not as close as when we were younger, and now everything was changed.

"Wendy was nice to me," she said. "If it wasn't for her, I would have gone crazy, you know?"

"She's driving me crazy," I said. "I just can't deal with it anymore. I don't want her to hate me, but...She's fucking my dad."

"You're fucking your mom, right?" Kylie gave me a sympathetic smile.

"I'm leaving," I decided, and I'd actually been thinking about it for awhile. "You want to come with me?"

"Where?" She narrowed her eyes.

"I got this guy's card. He's a hockey scout and he told me when I turned seventeen to call him."

"You're not seventeen."

"Duh! Anyway, he's up in Vancouver and I could go up there and find some job, I dunno. As soon as I'm old enough I can play hockey."

"That's your whole plan?" Kylie shook her head.

"I don't want to go by myself," I admitted. "You know I love you, so..."

"No," she sighed, shaking her head. "I'm getting boobs next summer."

"What?" I laughed. "I can get you boobs. As soon as I start playing hockey, everything will be fine."

"What if you don't?" she asked. "We'll be illegal aliens working at a Tim Horton's or something."

"They got good donuts," I said, smiling, but Kylie didn't bite.

"Just stay here," she said. "Finish school, play in the city league and go to college."

"And marry Wendy and fuck my mom and...She's pregnant."

"Wendy?"

"My mom," I said. "Maybe Wendy is too. We're sorta trying."

"You're trying to knock her up so you don't have to marry her?"

"Shut-up!" I frowned and Kylie laughed, showing me her tongue.

"What planet are you from, Jimmy?"

"Not this one," I said, finally smiling at my own stupidity. "What am I supposed to do? Tell me."

"I'm not gonna break up with you," she said. "If that's what you're worried about."

"You're my brother anyway," I reminded her. "I wasn't too worried about it."

"Thanks." Kylie rolled her eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that," I protested, except I wasn't sure what I meant by that. "I just mean, we're not supposed to be in love anyway."

"Because I'm a boy?" she asked, deliberately missing the point. Kylie could be real annoying that way.

"You're not a boy," I sighed. "Stop making this so hard."

"I'm making it hard for you?" She giggled. "We could go to the locker room."

"Kylie!"

"Alright," she said. "Fine. If you want to break up with Wendy, I'm just saying you don't have to break up with me. Okay?"

"But you're going to keep seeing her."

"I'm gonna keep seeing you too," she agreed. "It's not like we're going to get married, is it?"

"See? This is weird. My whole life is weird. Why can't you just dump her?"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Right here," she said. "In front of everybody. In the middle of school, Jimmy. Kiss me and I'll never talk to Wendy again."

"But..." I looked around and aside from the forty guys playing volleyball, there were a couple dozen other kids watching. Mostly girls, the ones who had study hall that period and wanted to check out the guys.

"Be my boyfriend," Kylie insisted. "Carry my books and hold my hand, kiss me before homeroom every morning, and I'll be the best girlfriend ever."

"Everybody will think we're fags," I said, dumbly.

"I am a fag," Kylie reminded me. "If everybody knows, I can stop pretending. So can you, Jimmy."

"I'm not pretending though," I said, licking my lips. She looked amazingly pretty and the tip of her pink tongue peeked at me between her pouting lips.

"Then why are you even talking to me?" she asked, and for some reason that seemed like the most sensible thing she'd said all day. Except I didn't know the answer and Kylie started getting up before I could think of one.

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At least I had hockey practice to take my mind off things. We had a pretty good team this year, mostly because we'd only lost a couple guys from the year before. Alan and me were there, and all modesty aside, we were probably the two best players in the city, plus this kid named Dalen Hansen had really looked good in tryouts. He was only fifteen, and not very big, but that bastard could skate. He went to the catholic school and had just moved to Seattle from Spokane or someplace, which is why we'd never heard of him.

For the most part we just did drills, being the start of the season and all. We did a lot of blue lines, which is basically sprinting from one blue line to the other, back and forth until you wanted to puke. Coach let us have some shooting practice just for fun, you know, right at the end. He stuck this chubby goalie wanna-be named Heck Hastings in one of the nets and we were cranking half-ice slap shots at him. If we got any closer than that, he looked like he'd cry, and...

"Who's that?" Dalen wondered. "She's hot!"

"What's she doing here?" Alan asked, looking at me, but I was busy looking at Amy.

"Fuck." I frowned. "I hope Wendy's not here."

"She's lookin' at you, dude." Dalen tapped my stick with his. "Is that your girlfriend?"

"No." I shook my head, and Amy was definitely smiling at me. The little finger wave only added to my confusion.

"That's his girlfriend's best friend," Alan explained. I'd already started skating over to find out what Amy could possibly want, but I knew it had to be bad.

"Really?" Dalen laughed. "Go for it, man!"

Amy did look hot, but I'd never really paid much attention to her. Being Wendy's best friend, along with a girl named Lisa, she'd always seemed like a rival or something. Probably that's just because I could be sort of immature where my girlfriend was concerned and it always bugged me when I heard about Wendy and Amy going someplace and having fun...Without me, you know?

Maybe the girl thought of me the same way, I'm not sure. We'd never really talked or anything, put it that way, and the only thing we had in common was Wendy. And Kylie too, now, since I'd heard all about how they were friends and all that. At least it didn't bother me anymore. I'd grown up that much over the last year, enough so I didn't get jealous just because my girlfriend had some friends. Probably everyone has to go through that, but finding out that Wendy had fucked all those guys helped. I mean, it put everything else in perspective, you know?

Anyway, Amy...Yeah, she looked good. Pretty girls hang out together, I'd noticed, and she was one of those petite girls. Short. Like five feet tall at the most, which probably explains why she always wore high heels to school. The only time she ever wore sneakers was when she was cheerleading and that's the other thing about beautiful teenage girls, they're always cheerleaders, even the little ones with big tits and platinum hair, and sea green eyes and dimples when they smile, and...What was she doing here?

"Where's Wendy?" I asked, first thing, because I couldn't imagine Amy had come to a hockey arena by herself.

"I dunno," she said, standing on the other side of the boards, the wooden fence that went around the ice. It had Plexiglas behind the nets, but not in the middle where we were.

"What are you doing here then?" I wondered next, trying to ignore her boobs as they stretched her cheer top nicely. She wore a fleece jacket, unzipped, and her cheer uniform beneath that.

"Watching you," Amy replied. "I thought you guys played hockey?"

"It's just practice." I shrugged. "Why? Do you like hockey?"

"Maybe," she said, smiling. "I never really thought about it."

She had white hair, like platinum blonde, and it wasn't very long. Amy had one of those pageboy haircuts, but it was perfect, you know? Like her bangs were cut amazingly straight just a fraction of an inch above her thin eyebrows. I hadn't notice, but I seemed to remember her hair being longer the week before. Didn't she used to wear a ponytail all the time? I didn't know why I cared, but I did. And the girl kept smiling at me, turning on her hips so her pleated skirt would swirl around her pale thighs.

"Are you guys almost done?" she asked, and behind me, half the team had already left the ice. A dozen guys were just fooling around and trying to show off. Hot girls like Amy didn't usually come to watch us practice.

"Pretty much," I said. "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Ritchie?" Amy pursed her lips. "Mmmm...I kinda broke up with him."

"Kinda?" I tapped my stick against the ice and she just shrugged.

"We only went out for a couple months anyway," she explained. "It wasn't really working, you know?"

"I don't hardly know the guy," I said. "So...Wendy didn't send you here or anything?"

"Send me?" Amy giggled. "I can do what I want sometimes."

"I didn't mean..."

"Can you give me a ride home?"

"What?" I didn't understand this at all. "How did you get here?"

"Lisa dropped me off after cheer practice."

"Oh."

"You're not gonna make me take the bus," she said. "Are you?"

"No. I'll give you a ride," I agreed. "But..."

"What?" She smacked her lips and arched her eyebrows.

"Why are you here?"

"To see you," Amy said, taking a deep breath, and I had to look at her tits.

Jeeze! I bet she hadn't grown an inch taller since seventh grade probably, but she had the biggest boobs in school. Maybe. Nice hips as well. That girl knew exactly what she was doing, too. My cock was getting hard, but my balls didn't trust her.

"I'll go change," I told her, feeling my cheeks warming as I brought my eyes upward to see her smile.

"Not too much," Amy said, chasing me with another laugh. "I like you the way you are."

Fuck. Why would Wendy's best friend be interested in me?

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"I heard you want to break up with Wendy," Amy said, even before I'd pulled out of the parking lot.

"We're getting married," I reminded her, but my words didn't seem very convincing, even to me.

"Yeah, I heard that too," she sighed, turning in the passenger seat and leaning against the door so she could face me. "Wendy wants me to be a bride's maid or something."

"She's excited."

"She always gets what she wants. Ever since we were little," Amy said. "I really hate her sometimes."

"You do?" I turned my head to look at her beneath the passing streetlights. The sun had set about an hour before and it was probably going to rain.

"Well, not hate her," she admitted. "I just don't like her sometimes, you know?"

"Wendy's your best friend," I said. "Right?"

"Are you breaking up with her?"

"Who told you that? Kylie?"

"Yeah." She giggled. "What a trip he is, huh? But he's so nice all the time."

"I like him." I shrugged.

"I heard that too."

"What? No, I mean, um...We've been friends forever," I explained. "That's all."

"It's okay, Jimmy." Amy smiled at me. "Kyle told me everything."

"I doubt that," I said, seriously.

"Well, whatever he didn't tell me..." She shrugged, "Wendy did."

"Right." I smiled back at her. "I don't believe that either."

"Why not?"

"Because if you knew everything," I said, "you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me."

"But what if I did?" Amy asked, pulling her knees to her breasts and hugging her legs.

I swallowed hard when I realized I could see her white panties pulled tightly between her thighs and snug against her sex. The girl wasn't wearing cheer shorts and the skirt wasn't very long at all. Thankfully, Amy brought her feet together and I didn't get us into an accident. I didn't say anything either, not until I had to ask for directions.

"Take a left on 37th street," she said. "I live in Pineway apartments."

"I know where that is," I said.

"It kinda sucks, but..." She shrugged. "It's just me and my sister anyway."

"Why?"

"Why what?" Amy smiled back at me. "You didn't know I live with Shelly?"

"I didn't even know you had a sister," I admitted. "Where's your mom and dad?"

"Who knows. Probably drunk someplace," she said. "As soon as Shelly was old enough to leave, she took me with her."

"Oh."

"Maybe if you knew everything about me..." she sighed, leaving the thought unfinished. "Do you want to come inside?"

"I have to work," I said, pulling into the horseshoe parking lot. "I'm already late."

"Because of me? Sorry." Amy grinned, giving me another flash of her panties as she let go of her legs and turned in the seat.

"Nah." I shrugged. "I won't be in any trouble."

"Good." She opened the door and paused, looking at me beneath the yellow dome light. "You should think about me, Jimmy."

"I don't know," I said, and that was the truth. I did like her, but I really didn't get what was going on. She hadn't explained much at all.

"We could be perfect for each other," Amy told me. "You never know."

"You mean, like your boyfriend?" I shook my head. "Another girlfriend is the last thing I need."

"Yeah, but..." Amy shrugged. "A new girlfriend might be exactly what you need. Thanks for the ride, Jimmy."

"Bye."

I spent the rest of the night thinking about Amy. Thinking about her hard.

 

Chapter 2