“Here you are cheating online with this kid, but instead of getting mad at it, I’m going to make some chicken pie out of chicken shit. Guess what I’m going to do?”
“Please don’t hurt him. It’s all my fault. Punish me, not him.”
“I’m going to punish you all right, but I’m going to kill two birds with one stone. You know that will of your father’s? Well, tomorrow night, I’m going to make that kid fuck a baby into you!”
Mom said nothing. I was ready for her to go nuts.
“One stone. It won’t be just playing on the internet. You’ll see how different it is in person instead of nice and clean and tidy on a keyboard.”
“And you’ll let him go. No charges?” Mom asked. Her voice was quiet.
“Scout’s honor.”
One thing about Dad: he always kept his word.
“Then… I’ll do it,” Mom said.
Maybe Dad was more surprised than me, but I don’t see how.
“You’ll do it?” Dad sounded flabbergasted.
“To save him, I’ll do it. Where? Here?”
“No. I don’t want him to know your real identity. It’ll be at the Lazy Acres Motel. And I don’t want you seeing who he is either. So you’ll both be wearing blindfolds. That’s the deal.”
“And he agreed to it?” Mom asked.
“He didn’t have much choice.”
“And does he know it’s me, the one he’s been chatting with?”
“It could have been the Queen of England or some prisoner in the state prison for all he cared-but, yeah, he knows it’s you. I confiscated his computer, so don’t try to contact him. Understood?”
I heard Mom get up, “Anything else? I have a wash to get done.”
I rushed back to the living room. “Everything okay, Mom?” I asked as she went by. Mom And I routinely both checked on each other when Dad went off on one of us.
“Just fine, Eric. Just fine.”
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I was sitting in the Lazy Acres parking lot, waiting for Dad to text me to come into Room 215. I had watched him escort Mom up there 10 minutes before. I was due to arrive at 10 P.M. A little late to be fucking your mother, if anyone asked. But, I was suspecting no one would.
I had gotten an email from Mom’s junk address, the one she had used to send me (the BaBeeBoy69 me) the photo of her mouth. It read:
“I just heard what was happening. I’m so sorry you have to go through this. Are you OK?”
I thought about answering it, but thought I should play along, and maybe make Mom feel a little better. So I wrote:
“This is crazy. One minute being with you was the best thing in my life, and all of a sudden this crazy cop is threatening me with never being able to go to college and maybe even being in jail. I don’t even know if I should be answering this. He said not to chat with you, but maybe he meant this too. The big thing is, are you OK? I wouldn’t want for the world for you to be in any danger. I guess we’ll meet in person. That’s scary for a lot of reasons. It’s one thing to talk to you online, and another to actually be in the same room with someone as nice and beautiful as you.”
An hour later, Mom wrote:
“We’ll get through this-together. I’m glad it’s you. I’ve come to trust you and even have affection for you. In just the time we’ve spent, we’ve grown close, and definitely intimate. That’s hard for me, so I know you must be a special person to draw that out of me. You asked me what I thought your cock would feel like in my pussy. I guess I’m going to find out. Please be gentle with me, and I know we’ll both survive this.”