Thread: In the name of the Father (BowenMarshXRayven)

Character Asher Anderson Location The Boy's Upstairs Suite, Asher's bed chamber. Asher woke up to a warm lithe body spooned against his naked front. His twelve inch cock stood rigid with morning wood, its shaft firmly planted between his lovers thighs. The mixed fluids of last nights tryst clung to their lower torsos and stained the sheets, making the room smell heavily of sex. He sighed contently as his hands cupped his lovers round firm breasts. He wondered how such a beautiful thing happened in security of his own home, beneath the sheets of his own bed. The young teen struggled with the heavy fog of sleep and searched his memory. Her name was Petra. A thin but cute goth girl with a pink pixie haircut. She had just broken up with her boyfriend when she found Asher smoking a joint under the bleachers. Turned out she had the same thing in mind. They smoked, got high and talked about the strife and angst that filled their daily lives. Petras problems stemmed from her home life. A physically abusive stepfather and verbally abusive older sister. It gave Asher perspective on his own family, who had always been patient and devoted to his happiness and wellbeing, especially his mother. When Elizabeth came to pick up her son she found him holding hands with a cute but strangely dressed girl about his age. He asked if she could spend the night. The worldly housewife knew very well what they had in mind. Her son was a good boy and eager to enjoy the benefits of his youth, so she allowed it. And that was how attractive teen had the wildest night of his life with a girl who seemed to enjoy everything about his body and the way it moved with hers. The things they did Just thinking of it made a stream of slick precum squirt out from the bolbous tip of his organ. To his amazement she reached down and grabbed the exposed portion jutting out from the crease in her thighs. Her palm firmly rubbed against the sensitive tip with her fingers traced circles along the length of his shaft. Sparks of lust traveled from the end of his member up to the hairs on his head, making his whole body shiver with pleasure. Then Asher thought about his mother and the way her eyes turned from caring and nurturing to sharp and serious in an instant. Saturday morning breakfast was an old family tradition. Missing it was on par with skipping church in terms of familial shame. Stretching his neck, the boy looked across the room at the clock. Shit. Breakfast. Youll wanna come downstairs, I think my Mom or Dad want to talk to you. The tired goth girl could barely comprehend what was going on. She closed her eyes and stretched her limbs as her lover got out of bed and slid on a pair of tight black skinny jeans over his thin naked legs. Petra giggled when Asher tried to stuff his now half erect python into the constrained denim of his crotch. She put on a grey oversized t shirt with her brown denim short shorts she wore the night before. They were high cut, the button resting just below her navel. Asher himself didnt quite know what he was walking into, but he did expect to see his mother or at least his father waiting in the kitchen, coffee in hand and a look that said I know what youve been doing! He held his breath and slowly made his way down the mahogany steps. Petra trailed behind him and did her best to hide behind the boys wide shoulders.