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(F,F-teen/b, nc, v) *** "Eddie, could you come in here a moment please?" "Yes Mom," I sighed, as I turned the Bearcat away from the new ramp I’d just made and back towards where I was. Mom was standing at the screen door with a teenage girl I’d never seen before with a strange look on her face. As I got to the steps, she reached out her hand and mussed my hair. "You need a bath, boy;" she said, and I knew she was not happy. Mom always told me I needed a bath when she and Dad were having problems. Of course Dad had moved in with his girlfriend a long time ago and I only see him once in awhile now. Mom had changed since then, and seems to hate most all men. Sometimes I wondered if she hated me too. Dad always bought me nice things like the Bearcat RC and we always had a lot of fun when I stayed with him on weekends. But Mom always asked me a lot of questions when I got home and said bad things about Dad so I didn’t like going with him too much. "This is Karen, and she’ll be taking care of you while I’m at work. I told her that you are well behaved so don’t you dare make me a liar," my Mom said. "Yes Mom," I stammered as I looked at my feet. I didn’t ever want to make Mom mad at me because she would spank me so hard I couldn’t sit down for a long time. Mom sometimes liked to hit me ‘down there’ when she spanked me which always hurt really bad and sometimes made me throw up. Karen kept staring at me and I knew I wouldn’t like her right away. Mom gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and went away. I stood on the stairs and stared at my feet. I felt like running away again. It was this dream I had about running away and washing cars and mowing lawns to earn money for food. I could always sleep down by the river where they dumped the garbage and play with my Bearcat when I wasn’t working. I never told anyone about my dream except my best friend Robert who was adopted. "You heard your Mother; get in here and take a bath before you draw any more flies, Eddie." "I ain’t got no flies," I murmured as I walked past her. "What did you say?" Karen chirped viciously. I didn’t say anything; just walked into the bathroom and slammed the door. As I got undressed, I started to play with my wiener. Just lately, it grew when I played with it for a while and felt really good. When I felt angry or sad, I’d play with my wiener and most of the time I’d feel better. It just started to grow, when the door flew open and there was Karen with a strange look on her face. "Why you little pervert - no wonder your Mother has trouble with you!" Before I could say anything, I saw the blur of her sandaled foot and a second later I was flying through the air into the bathtub. My privates hurt so bad I puked all over myself and everything I looked at was fuzzy. Karen snarled something about my Mom coming home and slammed the door behind herself. I don’t know how long I must have laid there all sprawled out like on the tub, but I was afraid to do anything and it hurt to move my legs. I didn’t even know my Mom was home until the bathroom door opened and my Mom just stood there with her hands folded across her chest and her face all ugly. "So you like to beat your meat, boy," she asked in a way that made me shake. "Just like your Dad, always thinking with your dick;" she said as I tried to say something she wanted to hear. When the words got stuck in my throat, she reached into the medicine cabinet and took out a hair brush - the black one with little steel wires sticking out all the way around it. Then she stomped over to me and grabbed my wiener and bag with one hand and began to spank them really hard with the brush. The first couple of times I screamed and then some white stuff squirted out of the same place where I pee. My Mom started yelling something I couldn’t understand and let go of my wiener to wipe her hand. I knew this was my chance so I got to my feet and ran through the door and downstairs without any clothes right into the arms of evil Karen. Her knee came up into my privates again, and I barely remember much after that except my Mom beating on my wiener some more when I was laying on the floor by the door. I was puking and crying until the lights went out and that’s all I remember for awhile. When I woke up, I could hear my Mom and Karen talking in the other room and so I kinda crawled out the front door the best I could even though my privates felt like a burning basketball and began to run. I ran and ran. It was almost dark and I was naked. I started puking again and I felt pee running down my legs even though I didn’t have to go and all the people I saw just stared at me. I remember running into some people right in front of the drug store and then the lights went out again. When I woke up, my Dad was leaning over the hospital bed with my hand in his and tears in his eyes. Everything was kinda blurry and smelled like bleach. I couldn’t move my legs and felt all numb from my belly button to my toes. "You’re going to be all right Son," my Dad said softly as he patted my hand. His girlfriend suddenly appeared and smiled and said that I was going to live with them from now on. "What about Mom?" "She won’t be able to hurt anyone anymore," my Dad said softly. "Especially us - right Dad?" "Especially us," he said and smiled again. I got out of the hospital a while later and had to pee sitting down for several weeks out of a tube between my legs because my wiener was all swollen and black and blue. The Doctor took away my ‘peanuts’ because they were all smashed and gave me some medicine that he said would take their place. After a while my wiener got smaller but it is always kinda hard now and it bends in the middle with a funny lump that my Dad says may someday go away. I can’t feel anything when I play with myself anymore and I will kinda miss that a lot. I can’t have children either, the Doctor says, but I never really wanted them too much anyways, and I guess my Dad can’t either because of something Mom did to him. That’s the reason he left her, he says, and he’s promised to tell me all about it someday. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 30