Author: Lizard69
Title: Then Mom Found Out
Keywords: Fm, Mm, reluct, Fdom, Mdom
Summary: At some point every kid has engaged in behavior that would
cause his folks to pitch a fit if he got caught, smoking, drinking,
whatever.  Some of my friends were forced to smoke or drink until they got
sick enough they'd never want to do it again.  (At least that was the
parental reasoning for the unusual punishment.)  I sometimes wondered about
getting caught doing...  whatever.

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   Then Mom Found Out (Fm, Mm, reluct, Fdom, Mdom) by Lizard69

   It was quiet in the car as we pulled away from Ellen's house.  Pam had
pretty well summed it up with her statement that I was "sooo busted".  I
should have expected it.  A pedo named Allen had got my cherry almost a
year before, shortly after I turned thirteen.  He'd hardly started passing
me around when Pam tripped over us.  I'm straight enough I'd rather have
girls picking my partners even if it still means I'm being a slut for some
pervo.  Especially after Pam got her best friend Cheryl involved.  That
strawberry blond wasn't any older than me but she looked so sweet and
innocent every horndog who saw her wanted to be first.  She knew more about
pedo's than the average shrink, most of it from personal experience.

   I was over fourteen now and still got charged the child rate half the
times I went to a movie.  At least the ones I paid for, Pam's uncle Phil
kept offering to let us in the back door at one place we'd never get a
ticket.  Then again, he wasn't offering to let us watch the movie.  The old
theater had other attractions.  I'd have to deal with the current mess
before I could even think about that.  I had to admit this one was a little
over the top.  Cheryl had introduced me to an older sister of a friend who
needed a product demonstrator.  It wouldn't have been a big deal except
Chris made her money throwing adult toy parties for housewives.  Here it
was opening day of the deer hunting season and I'd just let a room full of
drunken venison widows molest and abuse me until I couldn't get it up one
more time if my life depended on it.  I wasn't just shocked by the things
they did to me.  I'd never imagined women in their thirties and forties
could be like that.  Cripes!  Most of them had kids older than me.

   That wasn't the problem.  Chris had picked me up at Pam and Ellen's
house.  What I didn't know was that after my mom dropped me she was going
to pick up her sister, my aunt Nancy and Nancy's daughter, Erin, who went
to school with Chris and had an invitation to the party.  They were a
little late and by the time they got there I'd already been stripped down
to a blindfold and had got a couple of loads off.  It took about thirty
seconds for mom to figure out who the "product demonstrator" was.  Somehow
Nancy and Erin managed to get her out of there without making a scene. 
When I walked through the door at Ellen's house mom had been there for a
half hour or more.  Pam had plenty of time to hear about how busted I was.
Now it was my turn.

   "Well young man, sooner or later I'm going to get something resembling
an explanation out of you but this probably isn't the time or place.  Ellen
volunteered that this afternoons little escapade was unusual even for you.
That in itself tells me that she knows quite a bit more than I do about
what you have been up to.  She admitted the two of you have had some
extremely personal conversations but refuses to answer any of my questions
without your consent.  Let me make one thing crystal clear son, by the time
we get this situation straightened out I'm going to know everything you've
done.  Making me work for that information is *not* in your long term best
interests.  You can start by giving Pam and Ellen your permission to tell
me anything they know about your activities.  Then we'll call Chris and
Cheryl.  Eventually I expect to contact everyone you've been physically
intimate with."

   "Uh...  Mom?  Please don't get mad, but that might not be possible.  I
only met some of them once and I...  Uh...  don't know how to find them
again."

   "Get mad?  GET MAD??  Johnny, right now I'm so angry I want to take you
home, lock you in a closet, and feed you through a hole in the door until
you're old enough I can throw you out of the house.  Walking in and seeing
you playing the willing victim of something resembling a gang rape is the
most shocking and humiliating thing that has ever happened to me.  I'll get
the whole story out of you then let your father handle it."

   "Oh God!  Please mom!  Don't tell dad!"

   "Trust me Johnny.  Your father is going to be a lot more understanding
on this than I am."

   At that point Ellen spoke up.  "Fran?  I think I know what Johnny is
worried about.  Johnny, the easiest way to do this is to give your mom the
envelope.  I can't hold it any longer for you.  I'll destroy it if that's
what you want, but giving it to your mom will save a lot of explaining."

   Well, when mom spilled the contents of that envelope on the coffee
table, she went white at first then started blushing as deep as I was.  "I
think I see.  Your dad might have a hard time dealing with a son who's
gay."

   "I'm not gay!  I just get so horny that I'll do it with anybody.  I like
doing it with Pam but she gets a bigger thrill out of watching me with
somebody else.  Letting some pervert do stuff isn't what I want.  It's just
better than being alone."

   "I won't pretend to understand that but if you give me your complete
cooperation while I try to deal with this we might not have to give your
father all the gruesome details.  He will still have to know you've become
sexually active.  What degree you share your experiences and preferences
with him will be up to you.  Fair enough?"

   "OK."

   Mom got Cheryl's number from Pam, along with Phil's.  Ellen was a little
surprised.  I'd never told her that one of the people doing me that first
time Pam walked in on us was Ellen's brother in law.  Phil had Allen's
number and Cheryl had one for Fred.  It wasn't that late so we started
making the rounds.  Fred agreed to meet us at a coffee house a few blocks
away.  On the way over I gave mom the details.  The afternoon was warm for
November but still cool enough that we had the outside tables all to
ourselves.  She dropped my "spread for Fred" photo in front of him and he
started looking like he was picking a direction to run.

   "I have it from a reliable source that you're the adult in this photo."
She picked it up and returned it to her purse.  "My husband and I decided
early that we wouldn't try to choose our children's friends.  A parent can
only do so much and you have to pick your battles.  But we are parents and
that means we have a responsibility to know who our son is with, where he's
at, and have some rough idea of what he's doing.  So, I'm Fran, you're
Fred. I know where you live.  I have your phone number and I'm giving you
ours.  I would rather you didn't call unless it's an emergency."

   "You're not going to the police?"

   "What purpose would it serve?  The thought of you having homosexual
intercourse with my son sickens me but that photo plainly shows he was a
willing, even eager, participant.  I've been informed that your actual
preference is for preteen girls.  Also, that Johnny has willingly played
that role for you and would do it again at your request.  I assure you that
if having you arrested would undo any of that you'd be downtown right now
waiting for your attorney.  Unfortunately I'm discovering that he has very
little difficulty finding people like you.  Make no mistake.  I don't like
it.  I don't like it at all.  However, I can tolerate him being in a known
location with a known person, while I try not to think about what he might
be doing.  The thought of him pursuing random hookups with strangers is
completely intolerable, although I have to admit there isn't a whole lot I
could do to stop it."

   "So what exactly does that mean?"

   "When he was younger I would sometimes pick him up from a friends house
after school or drop him there for a couple hours when I came to town to do
the shopping.  If he should wish to visit you, or others like you, I can
continue the practice.  You could pick him up and drop him off yourself but
for reasons that should be obvious I don't want you or those like you
anywhere near our home."

   "I understand.  We'll never be friends.  As long as everything is
discrete you're willing to show me the courtesy that you would a friend of
a family member, a person you don't like and would rather not meet again.
Thank you for being so reasonable in a situation that must be extremely
difficult for you."

   A park near Allen's house was the next stop.  While the terms were the
same mom was a lot friendlier.

   "It's my understanding that you're the person who took my sons
virginity. Maybe took is the wrong word.  From what he's told me he more or
less threw himself at you from the moment you let him know you were
interested.  Is this true?"

   "What did he tell you?"

   "In clinical terms?  He asked you to take him someplace private for the
purpose of having sex.  After you got there, he voluntarily removed his
clothing and brought you to orgasm by performing fellatio.  He then
proceded to stretch and lubricate his anus until he could be penetrated
without injury.  Apparently he was successful.  While his first experience
receiving anal intercourse was extremely uncomfortable, he found the
circumstances surrounding it sufficiently arousing that he had an orgasm."

   "The, uh...  circumstances?"

   "Offering himself unconditionally for the sexual gratification of
another person."

   "Oh."

   "And other comments.  Johnny found this aspect of the experience so...,
rewarding?, that he offered to continue making himself available to you. 
You responded by giving him a time and place where he could expect to
be..., used..., possibly by more than one person.  He went there.  Don't
believe for one minute I'm happy about that but I honestly have to admit
nobody twisted his arm.  I would prefer that he never see you again and
forget you ever existed.  That isn't going to happen.  I need to know where
he is and who he is with.  If he's with you I'd prefer to remain ignorant
of precisely what he's doing.  As long as whatever he does with you remains
discrete and consensual I won't stand in his way.  Can you abide by those
terms?"

   "Yes, of course!"

   "Then we have nothing further to discuss.

   Phil was next and I was really worried mom would lose it.  Hostile? 
From the moment they met it was like mom bit into an apple and found Phil's
dick inside.

   "It is my understanding that you are not only a pedophile, you receive a
large part of your gratification from pushing the limits of your victims. I
would flat out forbid my son from having anything to do with you if it
weren't for two opposite but equally compelling reasons.  The first is that
I will not make rules I can't enforce.  If he truly wants to visit you and
he can't do it openly he'll do it secretly.  If he's hiding the fact he's
with you he may be reluctant to tell somebody if things go too far. 
Secondly, you are the best of the worst.  You are the best example of the
worst sort of person he could ever be alone with.  If personal experience
is going to convince him to change his ways you are the person most likely
to provide that experience."

   "Johnny?  You've heard me tell the others that I didn't need or want too
much information.  Phil is the exception.  Your personal safety may depend
on him knowing that somebody is aware of everything he does to you.  If I
can't handle listening to it myself I'll ask Nancy or Erin to do so and
relay anything I need to know."

   "Phil?  I'd like to tear off your testicles right now, or at least wire
a tazer to them any time you're near my son.  However, honesty compels me
to admit there is some small part of me that hopes you'll go so far past
whatever limits he still has that he'll exercise more care in choosing
partners.  If he's foolish enough to offer himself to you I won't try to
stop him.  I told the others it was pretty much anything goes as long as
it's consensual.  I don't trust you to abide by that standard.  You're
going to rape him if you feel like it.  While you're doing it remember that
he isn't going to keep it secret.  One other thing, if you cause him any
permanent injury, give serious thought to killing yourself before I catch
up with you."

   I thought that would wrap it up but mom continued to surprise me on the
way home.

   "When you started to masturbate I was worried.  I was sure you were
abnormal, doing it so often you were going to injure yourself.  Your father
assured me that while you were certainly on the high side of normal, you
were nowhere near setting any records.  He also told me that after you
found a girlfriend the frequency would decrease.  I noticed this and
thought you and Pam were going at it like a couple of bunnies.  Instead
I've discovered you have been deliberately abstaining until you become so
sexually frustrated, you'll do things you normally wouldn't have the nerve
to attempt in order to get some release.  I'm not going to even pretend to
understand it.  If that's truly the way you are I won't try to dictate your
sexuality.  I will make you prove to me that this is the way you are and
not just something you want."

   "What do you mean?"

   "Learning to exercise self restraint is one of the more difficult parts
of growing up.  Many adults haven't mastered it.  I'm asking you to abstain
from all forms of sexual activity until you are willing to call Phil and
offer to do anything that pleases him."

   "I thought you didn't like Phil."

   "I don't.  He's scum.  If I can handle dropping you at his place
anything else will be easy.  I'm asking you not to call anybody until
you're so frustrated you would give yourself to Phil."

   "Did you really mean that about making me tell aunt Nancy, or Erin?"

   "They both saw you at Chris's party.  My sister can keep a secret. 
Besides, she's the only reason I haven't torn your balls off.  I spent so
much time listening to her vent while raising her own problem child, she'd
never let me live it down if I went ballistic on you."

   It took a solid week.  I was ready a lot sooner but whenever I thought
of telling mom I'd convince myself I could last a little longer.  When I
finally asked her to drop me at Phil's on her way to the supermarket, mom
didn't comment but I could tell it really wasn't a surprise.  Then she
didn't just drop me.  I should have known she wasn't going to make it easy.
Mom actually walked me up to the door and when I hesitated, shoved me
inside where Phil was waiting.

   "OK Johnny, tell him why you're here."

   "MOM!!!"

   "Sorry hon, this isn't easy for me either.  I'm not going to drive off
and leave you unless I'm certain you know what you're getting into.  Well?"

   She waited while I spluttered and blushed trying to find the words.

   "Johnny, we all know why you asked me to bring you here.  I need to hear
you admit it, out loud.  If this wasn't the first time, or I was dropping
you anywhere else I'd have just let you off at the curb.  I can't drive off
thinking I'm leaving an innocent child with somebody like Phil."

   "I'm here to let Phil do stuff.  Uh...  Sex stuff."

   "Does that include active participation?  Like acting out fantasies or
engaging in sexual role play?"

   "Yeah, if he asks me to."

   "Well Phil, I'm not going to ask him to get any more explicit. 
Obviously, this is where he wants to be right now.  Here's my sisters
number.  I'll be done with the shopping in a couple of hours.  If you're
not finished when I stop and beep call me there.  I'll be at her place
catching up on some gossip."

   *****

   I didn't actually stagger out to the car when mom stopped out front, but
I sure felt more than a little wobbly when she picked me up.  At first I
didn't understand why she held out her hand palm up, then realized that
she'd seen the collection of "souvenir" photos and obviously expected me to
give her the latest.  I guess she was past being shocked.  Her eyebrows
went up but her only comment was that she hadn't known Pam was invited to
the party.

   "Ellen tells me that these photos serve as a conversation starter. 
You've allowed the girls to show them to potential..., dates?, and to open
discussion with her regarding what you've been doing.  She stressed that
the photos have always remained your property even though she agreed to
store them for you.  I will be storing them unless you want them destroyed.
If you or the girls wish to show some of them to another person you must
first introduce that person to me.  I don't need to know the specific photo
or even whether you are going to show the ah..., special album.  I insist
on meeting anyone viewing family photos.  We're going to visit Nancy and
Erin on the way home.  You don't have to show them this photo but it may
make it easier for you to discuss how you spent the afternoon."

   Mom was right.  Even with all the embarrassing things I'd done up to
that point I'm not sure I would have been able to talk about it in front of
them without that photo being passed around before I started.  Mom and aunt
Nancy were sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee while Erin and I had
stools at the breakfast bar.

   "The door was barely closed, mom was still walking back to the car when
Phil dragged me into the kitchen.  There's a window above the kitchen sink.
He had me bend over and grab the counter so I could watch mom get in her
car and drive away while he did it."

   "Did it?  DID IT?  Oh for cryin' out loud."

   "Erin!"

   "Chill out mom.  Sorry Johnny.  Your aunt Nancy has been trying to make
a lady out of me since I learned how to walk.  So far she hasn't had any
luck but she keeps on trying.  Neither of them has got it through her head
yet that you wouldn't have been at that venison widow porn party if you
didn't actually get off on being embarrassed.  They'll let you get away
with being vague or clinical.  I want more than that.  If your mom had
turned and looked on her way to the car what would she have seen?"

   "She would have seen Phil standing behind me.  She would have seen my
head and shoulders, or at least my face, as he rammed his cock up my ass.
Well, most of my face.  He clamped his hand over my mouth.  He said... 
uh...  he said that he didn't think mom was quite ready to hear her little
boy squealing like a girl while getting his ass raped.  Phil wanted me to
be able to tell mom later that he was in me balls deep before she got to
the car.  He also said he might be wrong.  Mom might even want him to hurt
me with his dick as long as he didn't do any real damage.  It got him
hotter than usual knowing I'd have to tell mom how he used me to get his
rocks off."

   Just then I might have been startled enough to pull away if Erin hadn't
grabbed my chin before she leaned over and kissed me.  It wasn't a deep,
sloppy, let's fuck sort of kiss but it wasn't a dry peck either.  Mom and
Nancy continued to sip coffee while pretending to admire the view of the
back yard through the patio doors.  It let me pretend they weren't hanging
on every word.

   "So my aunt Fran got in her car and drove off without catching sight of
her son being fucked by a horny pervo.  What happened then?"

   "After mom left my girlfriend Pam came around the corner.  She *did*
look in through the window and hurried into the house.  Calling Phil a
total perv she asked why he had to be such an asshole about it.  I
shouldn't have been surprised.  This wasn't the first time she'd seen me
with her uncles dick in my ass.  The thing is, the first time was an
accident.  She'd walked in on us without knowing what was going on.  This
time Phil had asked his niece to come over with the intention of having her
walk in while he was fucking her boyfriend.  I felt him pop his load in my
ass the minute Pam entered the kitchen.  What she said next would have got
me going for sure if I wasn't already stiff enough to split firewood."

   "Johnny, you know what I think about Phil.  I've told you how he keeps
hitting on me and I keep telling him no.  Since I walked in on you he's
also been after me to let him watch you fuck me.  Well that isn't going to
happen either.  Today he asked for something so strange my first reaction
was to tell him to go to hell.  After thinking it over I decided to play
along if you wanted to try it."

   "Try what?"

   "Phil thinks it would be really hot to watch me put on a dildo harness
and fuck you.  I won't let Phil do anything with me or let anyone else do
things to me while Phil is anywhere close to me.  But...  It's fun watching
you show off what a slut you are.  You already know how much I enjoy
helping you be a sleazier more perverted slut than you could manage all by
yourself.  I'm enough of a pervert I won't refuse to do something to you
just to keep Phil from getting a kick out of it.  So what do you think? 
I'm not going to undress.  You get such a kick out of being embarrassed it
should be a special thrill for you if you're the only one naked.  How about
it?  Are you enough of a perverted little girlie boy that even your
girlfriend gets to fuck you in the ass?

   Erin smiled so wide I thought the top of her head might fall off.

   "That's how you ended up posing for a photo with Pam fucking your ass
while you gobbled Phil's cock.  Pam's holding your ankles so it must have
been Phil taking the picture.  I love the way your spunk is splattered all
over your belly and chest.  I also love the way you have your lips wrapped
around the head of his dick while you look right into the camera, like you
just caught a mouth full of cum and haven't swallowed yet."

   I started to blush again.

   "You did?  All right!!  Hey mom, Johnny and me are going to check on
Bruno.  Don't be surprised if we hang out and talk for a while."

   We grabbed a couple of sodas from the fridge and crossed the patio
outside the kitchen towards a back corner of the yard.  What I thought at
first was a storage shed turned out to be the biggest dog house I'd ever
seen.  I guess it was only fair.  I mean it also held the biggest dog I'd
ever seen.  He was a tan colored Mastiff that must have out weighed me by
seventy pounds.  There were a couple of lawn chairs and after introductions
we stretched out and Bruno somehow found room to flop down between us. 
Scratching and petting him gave us both something to do while Erin
continued a conversation that was humiliating me in a way that I found
absolutely irresistible.

   "Look at them Johnny.  What a couple of hypocrites!  They're sipping
coffee and pawing through your photos going, 'Oh my!', and, 'Dear me!', and
'How could he do that?'.  From here you can see that under the table
they're squirming in their seats, crossing and recrossing their legs.  If
either of them was alone she'd have a hand in her panties and a silly grin
on her face.  They won't do that together.  It wouldn't be 'ladylike'. 
Somehow though it's OK to ogle photos of you, 'giving yourself
unconditionally for the sexual gratification of another person'.  Calling
you a slut would be vulgar.  Watching you prove you're a slut would be
perverse.  Give it a psychobabble label though and they can pass their
ogling off as legitimate interest in your social development.

   "I don't need to play that kind of game.  I'm evil.  I'm also in my
third year of college as a psyche major.  If you're foolish enough to let
me play with you I'll get into your head so deep it won't matter if you're
wearing pants or not."

   Bruno picked that moment to crawl out from between our chairs and start
licking himself.

   "Bet you wish you could do that."

   "Come on Erin, everybody knows that joke."

   "Yeah, but I had to ask.  You know for a dog that big he's really kind
of, uh, under endowed.  I've seen collies and shepherds that packed as much
meat.  How'd you like to be his bitch?"

   The suggestion was so "out there" that I wondered at first if she could
possibly be serious.

   "Erin!  In case you haven't noticed he's an *animal*.  On top of that
he's freakin' HUGE!"

   She smiled at me like she was hiding the worlds funniest secret.

   "Oh come on.  You've dealt with enough dicks I'd bet you can't look at
his without wondering, just for a second, what it would be like.  Look
around.  It's starting to get dark.  Mom and Fran have the lights on in
there and probably can't see much outside.  Imagine that you're out there
on the grass, up by the patio.  I'm there to coach you but otherwise we're
alone."

   "OK, I'll imagine it.  But if you think for one minute I'd actually do
something like that you're nuts!"

   "We'll deal with that later.  For now just imagine.  You have your
clothes off because I got you all worked up talking about how much fun it
is to do it outdoors, and how my favorite position is dog style.  So,
you're down on your hands and knees.  Your dick is hard as a rock.  I'm
deep kissing you.  Then Bruno walks up and starts licking your balls."

   "Gross."

   "Yeah, and distracting, but you keep on kissing me.  He expands his
target to include your ass hole.  You try to reach back and push him away
but I grab you by the ears and keep your head busy while he works on the
other end.  He stops and you freeze for a minute as he rests his head on
your lower back.  Suddenly he mounts you.  You can feel his soft belly fur
on your back and his hot breath on your shoulders.  Your ass crack is wet
and slippery with his saliva.  His front paws grip your waist while he tip
of his cock nudges against your ass hole and starts forcing its way into
you.  I'm kneeling beside you and reach under like I'm going to stroke your
cock.  Instead I wrap my thumb and index finger around your scrotum above
your balls, gripping it like I'm trying to strangle a weasel.  I'm holding
you in place so you can't escape his thrusts, listening to you gasp and
moan as he makes you his bitch.  He wins his personal race, getting his
rapidly expanding knot into you before it's too large to pass through your
anus.  It's corking you tightly while a steady flow of dog cum is filling
your ass.  Bruno dismounts, throwing one hind leg over your back.

   "While he's doing that you make several painful yelps and mom gets up to
investigate bringing Fran with her.  Stopping just inside the glass patio
doors, she flips on the outside light.  They're shocked at first but after
a few minutes begin to regard the situation as outrageously funny. 
Bringing their coffee outside they sit at the patio table.  While you wait
for Bruno's erection to subside they comment on the deep scratches he left
on your waist and hips and the way your own erection is so stiff it's
twitching in time with your heartbeat, or maybe Bruno's heartbeat.  I
release your balls and begin to very lightly caress your cock.  My free
hand is clenching your hair, pulling your head up so the ladies can watch
the funny faces you make as I slowly bring you closer and closer to orgasm.



   "The third time I stop with you right on the edge you can't take it
anymore.  You start begging me, or somebody, *anybody*, to take you the
rest of the way.  Our moms look at each other.  Mine says, "No thanks, I've
finished way too many projects she started." Yours replies, "I changed his
diapers, hauling his ashes is not in my job description." Just then you
yell and they both look while you pop your cork as Bruno pulls out his
shrinking knot.  They're so, "ladylike", they try to hide their smiles when
I tell you not to be such a wuss and his knot isn't any bigger than my
fist."

   "Well, you've got one hell of an imagination, but if you think that will
ever happen you aren't evil, you're nuts!"

   Erin gave me one of those absolutely infuriating, "you'll understand
when you grow up", smiles.  As it turned out, she really was evil and I
didn't have to grow up much.  Over the next couple of weeks my own
imagination kept returning to her vivid description of events I wanted no
part of.  I didn't begin to understand exactly how evil she was until the
weekend we decorated the Christmas tree.

   Dad managed to have other urgent business, just like every year since
I'd gotten big enough to be more help than hindrance.  So it was just me
untangling lights and garlands while mom worked her way up the tree.  I
didn't give any special notice to the way mom was dressed.  What teenage
boy does?  She'd thrown on something old to keep from getting pine sap on
her good clothes.  I didn't notice the low rise jeans were too snug and too
low for her to tuck in her top, until she stretched to reach some of the
higher branches.  Even then I must have seen it three or four times without
understanding exactly what they were.

   Fine lines, scars I guess, from healed scratches on both sides of her
waist above her hips.  I remember thinking they must have been deep to
leave marks like that even after they healed.  I was surprised I never
noticed them before.  I actually had my mouth open to ask where they came
from when, for once in my life, my brain kicked in soon enough to keep me
from feeling like a total idiot.  As far back as I could remember mom
rarely made a solo trip into town that didn't include a stop to, "gossip",
with her sister.

   Somehow I managed to clamp my jaw and make it to the bathroom without a
panic rush.  Once there things eased up a bit and I felt more stunned than
nauseous.  I couldn't totally stop my imagination but I did manage to fight
it to a draw.  I forced my minds eye to focus on an anonymous womans waist
and the paws of an English Mastiff.  They were gripping her, the claws
digging in, leaving deep bloody scratches when his violent thrusts rammed
her forwards anyway.

   Erin!  That evil little bitch!  Without her planting that perverse
fantasy I'd never have noticed the scars, or if I had, I wouldn't have
known what caused them.  Erin knew.  She'd seen the scars, or maybe the raw
scratches, or...  Oh My Fucking God!, She might even have been there while
Bruno was making them.  And she knew that sooner or later I'd see them too,
if I hadn't already.  If she'd been within reach I'd have planted a fist
right in the middle of that, "know it all", smirk.  I still might.  I was
almost getting used to the idea of mom knowing about *my* more embarrassing
moments.  I was *not* ready for something like this!

   I tried, really tried to pretend nothing was wrong.  Maybe that's what
she picked up on.  That, "fly unzipped", feeling when the person you're
with is looking everywhere except at the problem.  She went kind of pale,
then decided we needed to have a serious talk while dad was still out and
would be for a couple more hours.

   That's a whole different story.
   The End