Thorn Ch. 06

Monday, November 21, 2022

ERIC

Mom was making it a habit of sleeping over at Angela's place. Part of me was glad she was having fun with a good friend, but part of me was worried. What she had said to me, about how she was tired, overworked... was my mom having a mid-life crisis? Was that even a real thing?

When I got up that morning, I didn't hear the familiar sizzling of eggs in a pan. The house was empty, silent. My mom had stopped even texting me to tell me she was spending the night with Angela.

My dirty clothes sat in a basket, unwashed, and I was starting to run out of clean stuff to wear. Surely that one t-shirt wasn'tthatdirty. I could just wear it again. Right?

And the boxers... fuck. I couldn't wear the same pair of boxers twice, could I?

I mean... who was going to see?

I checked my schedule and sighed when I saw I had physical ed in the afternoon. Aaron was usually at his worst during those classes, and the teacher seemed to worship the ground he walked on. The hockey prodigy. The pride of the school.

My face twisted in disgust. My mother talking to him seemed to have worked, at least ; he didn't really bother me anymore. Except that time with the glue. And... well, that one was never proven to be him, but someone had stolen my art project and trashed it. It didn't make sense for it to be anyone but him, but I didn't dare complain to mom again. I loved her, but she'd find a way to make it even more awkward for me.

I got up, put on the same pair of boxers and the same t-shirt as the day before. I didn't think anyone would really notice. It wasn't like I had anyone to talk to, really, except... well, except for Helen. When she wasn't with her stupid friends. She was maybe the only girl in school who seemed to genuinely like talking to me. And she was in my PE class. I supposed I had Zach and Mason, too, but we weren't really friends as much as we hung out because the alternative was being alone. They hated Aaron as much as I did, even though he didn't bother them quite as much as he did with me.

Walking downstairs, I pondered about why Helen even talked to me. I had nothing to offer her. I wasn't hot, I wasn't very funny and I had the weirdest interests ever. Nobody else would ever endure me talking about North American bird species for an hour.

Worse still, I wasn't very... useful. Usually, mom made breakfast before leaving for the office. I could've maybe... made some eggs. Except I wasn't sure how to, and that made me blush in shame. What would Helen say if she knew I couldn't cook eggs?

I settled for toasting two slices of bread and lathering them with peanut butter. Easy, simple, if not very nourishing. Lemon-flavored yogurt completed the meal.

The morning routine continued, even though my mother was absent. I texted her that I hoped she was having a good morning, grabbed my backpack and went out the door.

HOLLY

I almost didn't hear my phone vibrating on Aaron's nightstand because of how loud I was being. Aaron was propped up on one knee, behind me, stabilizing himself with one foot as he rammed into me. Sex with him was becoming a common occurrence, and I found myself missing it so much when I was alone that I was wondering if his penis was laced with something. As it slid in and out of me, its curve usually hit the very right spot, but in doggystyle, it didn't curve quite the right way. It was still very good, good enough that I was fiending for more.

"Someone's texting you," Aaron grunted, his voice hungry and raw. I loved the way his morning voice made his chest rumble.

"I know," I gasped as he slowed his thrusts. "I don't care. Fuck, Aaron... keep fucking me..."

He grabbed at my hair and pulled my head backwards, making me arch further. The wet claps of his thighs on my ass filled the room.

"What if it's your little boy?" he huffed. I could feel the smirk in his voice.

"Aren't... you... younger... than... him?" I teased, my voice cut off rhythmically by sharp gasps every time he thrust inside of me.

"Two days younger than him and twice the man he is," he bragged.

I had to admit it was hard to imagine my sweet Eric treating any woman like Aaron was treating me right now. I forced the thought away and yelped as Aaron smacked my ass cheek.

"Check. Tell me if it's him," Aaron had to slow down to be able to talk intelligibly.

I would've sighed if my breath wasn't reduced to quick huffs. I hated these games he played, and I knew that the more I allowed him to play them, the more I'd get used to it. I would get desensitized to it. Still, now wasn't the moment to argue with him. All I wanted was for him to keep rubbing my clit and fucking me hard. God damn did he know what he was doing...

As he rocked my body, I weakly stretched my arm to reach the phone on the nightstand, accidentally knocking the framed picture of younger Aaron to the ground.

Hey mom. Hope you are having a good morning.

"Oh,fuck!" I moaned. Aaron was now pulling all the way out and ramming straight back into me, making me feel the whole of his girth.

"Is it him?" he insisted.

I briefly thought about lying, but a shameful part of me wanted to find out what impish trick he was thinking of.

"Yes," I answered. "He's... wishing me... a good... morning..."

"Are you having- a good- morning?"

"Oh, yes,yes, fuck!"

"Then tell him. Text him just how good of a morning you're having right now."

"Oh... if you keep fucking me this hard... I can't... move my hands..."

He stopped thrusting and slowly pulled out of me. I sighed in disappointment.

"Hmm... it was better inside me..."

"Text him," Aaron repeated. "Come on."

I sighed, grabbed my cell phone again and opened the messaging app to text my son.

Hi Eric, I am doing fantastic, thank you. Have a good day at school.

Halfway through the message, Aaron slid his cock inside me again. I felt his gaze over my shoulder, checking what I was typing.

"Shit," he said. "I'm gonna be late for school."

"Surely you can finish before leaving?" I said hopefully.

"I don't know... maybe if you beg me for it..."

"Oh, Aaron, come on..."

I started impaling myself on his shaft, thrusting my hips back and forth, making him sigh in satisfaction.

Another vibration.

Thanks mom.

"Such a sweet boy, isn't he?" Aaron said as I fucked myself on him.

"I love him," I whined.

"Which one do you love more? Him or me?"

I stopped. He throbbed inside me arrogantly.

"You know what my answer is, Aaron. He's my son."

He slid himself out of me again, leaving me empty.

"I want to hear you say it," he said.

I bit my lip. I had to find a way to satisfy him without betraying my son.

"I... couldn't live without the both of you. I need you, Aaron. I would die if you left me."

For a few seconds, he said nothing.

"Hmm. Good."

He pushed his entire cock inside of me in a brutal thrust, making me yelp.

"Oh, yes!"

He started going again. "I might have to leave you wanting, if I don't want my dad to get called because I'm missing school," he explained as he thrusted.

"That's okay, Aaron, just come, come... please, I need your cum..."

He immediately started groaning, sucking a hickey into the side of my neck as he came, his hips bucking slightly with every shot. I still couldn't believe a stud like him found anything to like inme. His worship of my body made me feel like a gemstone. His hands unraveled every part of me, pinching, caressing, rubbing, massaging every single inch of my skin. He had kissed every pore of mine, from my toes to the tips of my ears. When I slept in my bed, alone, I felt phantom echoes of his fingers along my ribs, up to my breasts. I was completely and utterly enamored with the young man.

"You okay, Hols?"

I exhaled a little chuckle.

"Yeah... I'm great. I was just thinking..."

"About what?"

"About you. How I feel about you."

"And how do you feel?"

I turned around, laying on my back, and pulled his head down so I could kiss him.

"I love you," I said, regretting it the second the words came out of my mouth.

He smiled. He usually smirked, or grinned, but now he smiled. Soft, sincere.

"I love you too."

I wiped a droplet of sweat from his temple with my finger.

"Go get changed, stud," I whispered.

He kissed me again, deeper, and pulled out of me. He'd ejaculated what felt like a gallon of sperm inside me, and his penis popping out of me acted like a cork, squirting thick whitish cream out of me and soiling the sheets.

I lay in his sweat-soaked bed as he got up and pulled a pair of boxers on.

"So," I said, feeling a bit nasty still. "You have class with Eric today?"

"Oh, yes. Gym class. Should be fun."

"You must be very good," I purred.

He turned around, pulling a pair of jeans on, and smirked at me, his eyes roving over my naked body. "You have no idea."

"I have some idea."

He hopped in bed again to kiss me.

I still felt like I was floating on a cloud as I drove to work, putting on Aaron's playlist he'd called "About Holly". Very romantic coming from him. Waiting at a red light, I rubbed myself on my seat, trying to fall back into flashes of his girth inside me.

Of course, I was late. And Reuben didn't like that.

"Holly, this isn't like you. Something must be going on in your personal life for you to be coming to worklate, and I would like for you to promise you're going to tell someone about it. Otherwise, I'll have to talk to HR."

I sighed, pulling my eyes away from my screen. Reuben was wearing a stupid pink button-up shirt with a red rose pinned on his breast.

"First of all, the reason why I'm late today is none of your business. Second of all, you can call HR for all I care. This is the first time I'm late for work in, what, six years? My son could've been sick, I could've chosen the wrong exit off the highway, hell, my cat could've died. I would have nothing to tell you in particular. Just dock the missing hour off my paycheck. I don't care. I don'tcare!"

He blinked quickly, surprised by my outburst.

"Holly, I'm..."

"No! This... stupidfuckingjob, I've had enough! I show up late once,onesingle time, and you're not even my boss, and you tell me to talk to someone?! Why not, I don't know, 'Hey, Holly, I noticed you came in late, I hope you're okay'. Or just something subtle, 'So, what are you up to these days?', you know? But no. Your... your stuck-up ass needs to be on my case, to prove to who-the-fuck-ever that you're on top of things, that you deserve the promotion you're never going to get. Wanna know why I was late, Reuben? Huh?"

"Holly, this-"

"Because I had sex all morning! I gotfucked, and it was great, and I didn't wanna leave! And I'm seeing him again tonight, because he's the first good thing I've had in years, and maybe I'll come to work late tomorrow, too, because I'll be in his bed again!"

I could swear the office was so quiet I could hear my own voice echoing back at me. Reuben's eyes were two wide orbs, his mouth hanging a bit.

Maybe it was because of the emotion, maybe because of the embarrassment. It might've been because of the guilt coming crashing down on me again, knowing I was talking about a teenager.

I didn't know. I couldn't tell why.

I burst into tears.

AARON

One of the best feelings in the world, after ejaculating deep inside Hols, of course, was getting to school everyday in my truck.Mytruck. I was an adult man, with enough money for my own apartment and my truck. It made me puff my chest out slightly as I walked to the ugly, grey square building that was my high school.

I met Jake and Max under the big awning that stretched over the main entrance, as always.

"Big A!" Jake greeted me, and I laughed. "Got some action again last night?"

"You bet," I grinned. "This morning, too."

"That's my boy!" Max exclaimed, slapping me on the shoulder.

"How's it going with Maisy?" I asked him. "She give you the go-ahead yet?"

"Nah. She's still scared about her mom finding out."

"It's okay," Jake said. "At least you're not avirgin."

Max scoffed, and I laughed. "I bet Eric's a virgin," Jake added.

"Ya think?" I grinned. "Could you imagine him cracking someone?"

"We should ask him," Max said, a twinkle in his eye.

I knew I should be laying low, for Hols, try not to bother him too much... but I was an addict, in need of a fix. The fact that a wonderful woman like her had raised such a wimp was nonsensical to me. I decided to follow my friends into the school, where they immediately turned right, where lockers lined the wall. It probably said something about me, that I knew exactly where Caleb's locker was (nowhere near mine). I chose not to ponder about that as I spotted the wimp and started speaking, putting on a show that I knew he would hear.

"I made her come like, three times last night," I bragged with a big smile.

"You're a fucking machine," Jake laughed. Sometimes I wondered if he had a thing for me, the way he hang onto every word I said.

I started thrusting into the empty air, demonstrating my technique to make my friends laugh. I was very aware of little Fisher's eyes on me ; I knew his cheeks were flushing. "She was screaming at the top of her fucking lungs," I kept going. "She was texting her son at the same time."

"Holy shit!" Max burst into laughter.

Knowing I now had Eric's full attention, that he was connecting some dots, I turned to him, pretending I was surprised to see him.

"Oh, Fisher! Didn't see you there. What do you think?"

He ignored me.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, kiddo."

"I'm older than you," he grunted, probably thinking he was speaking low enough for me not to hear.

"So you must have a body count, then, huh?" I teased him. "How many women have been in your bed, little Eric?"

"Stop calling me that," he said, trying to seem taller. As I stared him down, I realized there was nothing about Eric that made him a particularly ugly guy. His face wasn't ravaged by acne, he didn't have one of those huge eagle-beak noses like that guy Jo. He didn't even wear glasses. He looked nice, actually. Good facial structure, not terrible height, average haircut, good enough jawline. It was obvious, though, that he didn't shower very regularly. I noticed he was wearing the same shirt as yesterday. He was fuckingwasting himself. A weak little son of a... well, his mom wasn't a bitch. Even though I liked calling her one.

I wanted to just say it. To show him the video I kept hidden in my phone, of his mother's lips on my cock. I knew Holly would kill me if I did.

"Calling you what?" I just said.

"Little Eric. I'm not a kid."

"No, that's what I said! You're a grown man. How many, huh? How many girls? Five? Fifteen? Fifty?"

"None of your business," he said.

Max gasped beside me. "Can you imagine if he was a virgin?"

I laughed, louder than was warranted, if only to see Eric wince.

"Nah, not possible. Right?" I stared down into Eric's eyes and gasped exaggeratedly.

"Oh, my God! Little Eric is a virgin!"

To his credit, Eric didn't start crying. He simply pushed his locker shut and started walking to class, probably, where he'd wait for the teacher to arrive like a loser. I set my pace to be able to walk right beside him, giving him a friendly shoulder shove.

"I'm just playing with you, kiddo! I know you've had sex before. You'redrippingwith sex appeal. If I were a girl, and I saw that weird stain you have on your dirty shirt? I'd be wet."

That seemed to get him. His face crumpled, if only for a second. The thrill of finding the right thing to say, the right wound to twist the knife into... that was the shit. The good shit.

"Looks like a nut stain. Did you jerk off on yourself again, Fisher?"

"It's fuckingyogurt!" he defended himself, trying to walk faster to escape further into the hallway.

"Yogurt. Right. That's what everyone's gonna think when they see it. Anyway, I don't think my class is that way. Have fun today, though! If you want tips to not be a virgin anymore, you know where to find me."

I slowed down, letting him flee into the stairwell leading to the senior upper wing. My stupid French class was in the basement, on the complete opposite side of the building. For second-language classes, we could choose Spanish or French, and I had chosen French only to flirt with the transfer student. Turned out she was into girls. Now I was stuck conjugating the verb "être" with Mrs. Thibodeau.

Tonight, though, I'd get my dick sucked by Holly Fisher, so maybe I could stick it out.

HOLLY (again)

A lady was showing her daughter how to feed the pigeons outside. The little girl was frightened because she kept holding the seeds in her hands, and the birds would try to-

"Holly?"

Angela's soft voice brought me back inside the café.

I didn't answer. I just took a sip of my coffee, avoiding her eyes.

"I think you need some time off work," Angela said, not put off in the slightest by my silence.

I just scoffed.

"I managed to convince Reuben that you were exhausted, that the anniversary of your husband's death-"

"Don't mention him," I said. "Please."

She took my forearms in her hands.

"Holly, listen to me," Angela insisted. "I think you should see someone. A professional. It's normal at our age to start feeling like nothing is going right, like we need to experience everything before we're too old to be able to, but sleeping with teenagers isnotthe way to make that feeling go away."

"He's a man," I said, feeling defensive.

"He's your son's classmate, Holly. This is... what happened to you?! I feel like I don't recognize you anymore, you... who is that woman sitting in front of me? Just a month ago, you seemed so lucid, and now..."

"Now what? I'm crazy? Is that what you're saying?"

She didn't answer, but the pity in her face woke an animal fury in me.

"You didn't have to justify any of what I said to Reuben," I said, voice tight. "I'll meet HR. I'll apologize. Maybe I'll get fired! So what? So fucking what?"

"Holly, please-"

"You don't get it," I said, getting up suddenly. "Nobody does. You're all hypocrites, fucking snakes. I've had enough."

"Listento me," Angela hissed, making me jump a bit. I sat back down, cheeks flushed.

"You are making an absolute fool of yourself. You have a child, for Christ's sake! You are a mother, not a foolish teenage girl! Act like it!"

"How dare you question my integrity as a mother?!" I retorted.

Angela was about to add something, but she shut her eyes and sighed. "I'm not trying to tell you what to do. I'm just saying that I know it must be difficult for you, but you can't let it change you. Right now, you're not the Holly I know."

"Well, maybe the woman you knew was a façade."

Angela stared at me for a good few seconds.

"Go," she said. "You're off for the day. I convinced Reuben."

I knew, in my heart, that Angela was right, that I couldn't let what was happening with Aaron destroy the life I'd painstakingly built for myself and Eric.

I was just too cowardly to admit it, so I did what cowards do. I doubled down.

"Don't bother defending me next time if you're gonna give me the same therapist-talk as him," I said before leaving in a hurry so she couldn't see the tears in my eyes.

Was everyone allowed to make mistakes but me? Once again, Holly Fisher was supposed to be the pure, angelic paragon of virtue and class.

I loved that boy, damn it. I loved him, and it was starting to destroy my entire life.

ERIC (again)

"Just ignore him," Helen muttered as she stood up to join Aaron's team. He grinned, absently dribbling a black-and-gold basketball.