A Mother's Dilemma - Chapter 1
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In the dim, flittering light of the theater, Jason's white knuckles looked like four glowworms sitting in a row. Clutching the armrest in a deathlike grip, the boy's head slowly turned to the side. Tiffany's profile shimmered with each flicker of light from the movie, her eyes forgetting to blink as they stared spellbound at the large screen. The single popcorn nestled in her fingertips hung suspended inches from her open mouth. Jason stared at his date while everyone else watched the axe murderer melodramatically creep up on the unsuspecting victim. A flash of bright light reflected off the metal blade as the axe rose above the psychopath's shoulder, illuminating Tiffany's flawless skin even more. A collective intake of breath threatened to suck the air right out of the theater. And then the scream of scores of people reverberated in the dark room, but none louder than Tiffany's. The lone popcorn flew into the air as Tiffany's hand covered her eyes, her fingers slightly spread to provide slits to peek through.
The pounding in Jason's chest sounded like thunder to him, but it was now or never. His fingers uncurled from the armrest and, after wiping his sweaty palm on his jeans, the teenager swung his arm over his date's shoulders pulling her towards him. Tiffany leaned into his warm body, thankful for the protection from the evil shown on the screen.
Jason turned to the front. Blood splattered on the murderer's face with each ferocious swing of his axe. Momentarily caught up in the gruesome thriller teenagers enjoy, Jason stared at the action, but the scent of strawberry from Tiffany's shampoo was as powerful as the tune played by the Pied Piper. With the top of Tiffany's blonde ponytail against his chin, Jason inhaled deeply, savoring the erotic fragrance. The tingling in his groin overshadowed his insecurity, giving Jason the nerve to boldly squeeze Tiffany's upper arm. He tensed momentarily, but then relaxed when she snuggled up to him even more.
With newfound courage, Jason's hand began slowly stroking the girl's soft skin. Taking a deep breath and holding it, his hand slid towards Tiffany's front until his fingertips brushed the side of her young, firm breast. Nonchalantly, as if swatting an annoying fly, her tiny hand rose and nudged Jason's away. The simple gesture immobilized the inexperienced boy and he longed for the security of the armrest. But he wasn't about to retreat so his arm remained around his date's shoulders.
Suddenly, Tiffany screeched and buried her face in Jason's chest. Her head turned to the screen only to turn away, and then once again back to the screen. She was caught up in both wanting and not wanting to see the horrific demise of the axe murderer. Jason held her tight, watching the macabre finale.
When the room lights brightened, Tiffany sat up saying, "Eewwww, that was gross!"
"You didn't like it?"
"No, it was awesome! Glad they didn't check ID or we would have missed it. But the blood... yuck!" The young girl's body shivered just thinking about it.
The two drove to an area overlooking the vast expanse of city lights. Jason reached out and gently pulled Tiffany towards him, but the bucket seats prevented her from fully sliding over. They sort of tilted towards each other with very little of their bodies actually touching.
"Let's go in the back," Jason said.
"It'll be more comfortable."
"But, um, I don't know. The view is nicer from here." Tiffany's voice was more than a little unsteady.
"C'mon, I won't bite."
The girl's mouth snapped shut, swallowing the word that never came out when Jason jumped from the car. She flinched when his door slammed, but then followed his lead, joining him in the back seat. The two sat silently for a few moments and then Jason closed the gap by shifting next to her. Once again his arm draped over the girl's shoulders, feeling her tense body against his.
"I really like you," Jason said.
"I like you too."
"Do you want to be my girlfriend... you know, like more than just going on dates?"
Twisting her head, Tiffany stared into Jason's eyes, her eyelids fluttering. The girl's heart pounded and her mouth was dry. Unconsciously, her little pink tongue came out to moisten her lips.
With a finger under her chin, Jason raised her head even more and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. Tiffany's eyes closed as her mouth opened with a soft moan. Jason's tongue slipped between her parted lips and soon they were French-kissing. Jason's hand found one of Tiffany's cone-shaped breasts, but it was instantly pushed away. Caught up in the passionate kiss, Jason was not to be denied. He once again cupped Tiffany's breast. This time she grabbed his forearm and forcefully pulled his hand down. When Jason's hand ended up on Tiffany's leg, just above her knee, he lightly stroked the bare skin below her shorts. Cupping the back of her head, he smashed his mouth to hers. Tiffany moaned loudly and matched the fervor of his kiss.
Jason's fingertips glided up and down Tiffany's thigh, increasing in length with each stroke. When they bumped into the hem of her shorts, his fingers snuck underneath and slid towards the inside of her thigh, finding the skin even softer. Tiffany's moans increased and her arms hugged Jason's body tighter while she drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it. Jason tried moving his hand higher, but the shorts dug into the back of his hand. He had never been so excited and wanted to show Tiffany how much she had aroused him. Withdrawing his hand, Jason grabbed Tiffany's wrist and pulled her arm free of his body. He found it difficult to do so because Tiffany fought him, trying to hold him tight. But the boy's strength overpowered the young girl and he pulled her arm down, placing her dainty hand on his hard cock.
Tiffany yanked her hand away as if it had touched fire. She separated from Jason, her back pressed against the door. Aghast, Tiffany stared at Jason and then frantically pulled on the door handle. In her haste she tumbled out of the car and landed hard on the pebbled parking area. Standing up and brushing herself off, the trembling girl got into the front seat and stared straight ahead, seeing nothing but the steamed up windshield.
"What's the matter?" Jason said, panting.
"Take me home!"
"I want to go home. Take me home now!"
Sighing deeply, Jason got out of the car, and with slumped shoulders climbed into the driver's seat. He looked at Tiffany but she was staring forward, her lips pressed tightly together. Huffing loudly, Jason started the car and turned on the windshield wipers to remove the only thing remaining of their passion. The drive to Tiffany's house was in silence, and when they arrived Jason was rewarded with a slamming car door and a bouncing ponytail as he watched Tiffany running towards her house.
"What the fuck was that about?" he muttered under his breath and floored the gas pedal, the screeching tires leaving a dark rubber line that faded as he got farther from Tiffany's house.
"What's the matter?" Tiffany's mother called out, looking over her shoulder.
Mrs. Jenson was watching TV when she heard the front door slam and the sound of footsteps running on the tile floor. She waited for a response, but none came. Looking at her husband with that "oh shit, what now?" look, she pushed herself off the couch and headed for her daughter's bedroom.
"Honey, you okay?" Mrs. Jenson asked softly, tapping on the door with her fingernails. She waited, staring down at the tops of her slippers. "Tiffany, answer me. Are you okay?"
The sniffle belied the answer causing Mrs. Jenson to purse her lips. "I'm coming in."
Tiffany's head shot up when the door opened. Sitting on the bed cross-legged, her wet hands were still palm up in front of her. Her dark mascara followed the wet lines running down her cheeks.
"Honey, did you have a fight with Jason?"
"Mom, boys are so gross!"
Mrs. Jenson stifled a chuckle. "What did he do?"
"Oh, Mom, I can't talk about it."
"Did he hurt you?"
"What?! Oh god no! Nothing like that."
Hesitating, Mrs. Jenson stared into her daughter's innocent face. "Did he force himself on you?"
"No! He, um, well I am not ready for what he wanted."
Reaching out for her daughter, Mrs. Jenson pulled Tiffany to her chest and cradled her in her arms, patting her back. "I know, dear. You did the right thing. You're too young." Mrs. Jenson felt her daughter stiffen and try to pull away, but she held her tight. "I don't mean you're a baby. It's just that, like you said, you're not ready. Don't rush it. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"
Tiffany's nodding head rubbed against her mother's chest.
"Good," Mrs. Jenson said softly. "I trust you to do the right thing. You are not a baby and can make the right decision. I trust you very much... and I love you very much."
* * * *
It was Monday after school. Jason sat in his room moping. He had tried calling Tiffany all weekend after their Friday night date, but she wasn't home... anyway, that's what her mother had told him. And Mrs. Jenson was cold and terse with him. He was tempted to drive to her house, but didn't want to make a scene with her mother home. But today at school Tiffany wouldn't speak to him. She must have said something to her friends as well because they gave him the cold shoulder, clucking their tongues and shaking their heads when he tried to speak to Tiffany. So you can imagine his surprise when he answered the door.
"Can I come in?"
Filled with anxiety, the boy stepped aside allowing Mrs. Jenson into his house. She waited in the foyer after Jason closed the door, an uneasy silence hanging in the air.
"Um, do you want something?" Jason asked.
"I'd like to talk to you."
"Oh shi... I mean, of course. Let's go into the living room."
Jason plopped down on one end of the couch and was surprised when Mrs. Jenson sat next to him instead of at the other end. Feeling like a cornered animal he cursed himself for not sitting in the chair.
Staring him in the eye, Mrs. Jenson said, "Are you going to see Tiffany again?"
"Well, we had a fight and now she's not talking to me."
"Do you know why she's mad?"
"Well, we, um, had sort of a disagreement."
"You're graduating this year, right?" Jason nodded. "And you'll be going to college next year." Another nod confirmed that. "Well, it looks like you and Tiffany will be separated anyway."
"No, I'm going to ASU. I'm not leaving town."
"I see. Hmmm, then you plan to keep seeing Tiffany."
"Yeah. I really like her."
"You're what? Eighteen?"
"My daughter just turned sixteen."
"I know that. I was at her Sweet Sixteen, remember?"
"Yes I remember. Jason, now listen very carefully. Do you know the age of consent in Arizona is eighteen?" Mrs. Jenson saw the blank stare. "That means that you, as an adult, can go to jail for having sex with a minor... someone under 18... even if it's consensual."
Mrs. Jenson waited for a response and then Jason's eyes opened real wide.
"We didn't have sex! Did she tell you we did?"
"No, Jason, I know my daughter. I trust her to make the right decision. But I wanted you to understand the consequences of having sex with a minor."
"I know. I won't have sex with her. It's just that..."
Patting Jason's knee, Mrs. Jenson said, "I know. I know. Relax. I was a teenager too once... a long time ago." Mrs. Jenson let out a quick laugh. Her hand stopped patting, but remained on the boy's leg. "Jason, sometimes teenagers can't control themselves. You know, hormones and all." Mrs. Jenson held up a hand to stop the boy's denial and then placed it back on his leg. "I was like that too... all teenagers are. But I won't allow my daughter to be hurt."
"I would never hurt Tiffany."
Deep in thought, Mrs. Jenson stared at the boy. She leaned forward, putting her weight on the hand resting on his thigh.
"I am going to tell you a story about my older sister," she said softly. "When she was Tiffany's age she thought she was in love."
"I am in lo..."
"Jason, let me finish. Maybe she was in love, that doesn't matter. What matters is that she and the boy got carried away and before they knew it they had gone all the way." Jason blushed, but Mrs. Jenson continued. "Unfortunately for my sister, she got pregnant. Afraid to tell our parents, Mary kept it a secret until her growing belly couldn't be hidden. So my sister was a knocked-up teenager. The other kids sneered at her and pointed, calling her names. She became depressed and her schoolwork suffered. Her friends were no longer her friends and the boy... well, he didn't want to be her boyfriend anymore."
Jason was about to say something, but Mrs. Jenson shushed him.
"One day I really needed to use the bathroom, but Mary was taking a long bath. I kept screaming at her to get out, but she didn't answer. I couldn't wait any longer and burst into the bathroom." Mrs. Jenson became choked up and a lone tear slid down her right cheek as she tried to continue speaking. "My sister was in the bathtub... her arm was hanging over the side... blood on the floor under her hand. The tub was filled with bloody water. Mary slit her wrists."
"Oh my god!" Jason cried out. "Was she... you know?"
Mrs. Jenson sniffled and nodded, then said, "So you see. A silly mistake during a moment of passion can have drastic consequences."
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Jenson. I would never hurt Tiffany."
"I know you mean that," she said, squeezing the boy's thigh. "And I trust my daughter. But sometimes teenagers, and even adults, get carried away and don't think straight when they're aroused. So there's only one thing I can think of to protect my daughter."
"If I don't see her anymore, someone else will," Jason blurted out.
"No, that's not what I mean. I know all about teenage boys and their needs. I decided that if I'm to protect my daughter I need to make sure you don't get carried away. And the only way I know how to do that is to make sure your needs are being satisfied."
Staring blankly at Mrs. Jenson, Jason said, "I don't understand."
The hand on Jason's leg slowly slid upward, not stopping until it rested on his groin. The boy jumped, but there was no place for him to go. Staring down at his lap, Jason watched Mrs. Jenson's hand slowly rubbing his stiffening cock. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He couldn't take his eyes away.
Without removing her hand, Mrs. Jenson said, "Jason, does your mother work?"
"What?" he said flustered, finally looking up. "My mother passed away."
"Oh lord, I didn't know. I'm so sorry."
"What time does your father get home from work?"
"Usually late. Never before sex.... I mean six," Jason added rapidly, turning bright red.
Mrs. Jenson bit her tongue to not laugh and embarrass him further. Squeezing his now fully erect cock, she said, "Here's the deal. I will let you continue to see my daughter. But I have to make sure you can control your teenage hormones when with her." Jason's hips were moving now, pushing his cock against Mrs. Jenson's hand. "Do you understand what I'm offering?"
Jason's eyes clamped tightly shut as he pushed up harder against the hand on his cock. Breathing heavily, he thrust up so hard that his butt left the couch. With his shoulder blades sunk into the arm of the sofa and his straining body arched, Mrs. Jenson pressed her hand firmly against his hard cock and rubbed it. Jason's face scrunched up and he groaned. Mrs. Jenson moved the heel of her palm rapidly up and down the length of Jason's young cock until she felt the wetness. Jason collapsed onto the couch, and only then did Mrs. Jenson lean back, clasping her hands in her lap looking like a Sunday school teacher.
Jason slowly opened his eyes, his face flushed.
"Are you all right?" Mrs. Jenson asked."
"I'm sort of embarrassed."
"Jason, listen to me. I'm not offering you hand-jobs. I know you have needs and I will take care of those needs. The deal is... you have sex with me and not my daughter. If you do have sex with her before she's 18, I will guarantee you go to prison. But if you refrain from having sex with her, then you can have sex with me."
"Don't answer now. Think about it. I'll come over tomorrow after school for your answer." Standing up, Mrs. Jenson said, "I'm going now. I know the way out."
With that, Mrs. Jenson quietly left Jason alone.
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