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Subject: {ASSM} Reason Until After (pt.2) by Rachael Ross (fff/m, teen, romance, reluctant, oral, cd, cheerleaders, angst)
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Reason Until After
copyright 2008 Rachael Ross for BFG Productions in association with
Severe Discipline LTD rache696@yahoo.com	http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
This story has been partitioned into five installments for ease of
posting and you really should read them in sequence. Please see Part
One for story codes and synopsis. Thanks - rr  Manila 053108

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Reason Until After
by
rache

Part Two


I'd never had a secret from my parents before. A serious secret, I
mean. The little ones that every kid has don't count. I had a secret
now though and part of me wondered how long I'd be able to keep it.
Mom had seen Dan dropping me off after our little trip to the lake.
I'd been acting strangely and mom and I both knew it. We hadn't done
anything, but the way I'd acted outside, the way I'd blushed when I
realized she'd caught us...My mom wasn't stupid, she didn't need a lot
of clues.

Luckily, she was my mom and I could have done a lot worse in that
department. She was keeping my secret, what little she knew of it or
suspected, and didn't mention it to my dad at all. He's a good dad
too, but he always imagined having a son more like him, you know? A
son like Dan, really. Big and strong and playing all the sports. My
dad was going to like Dan a lot and part of me resented that, but not
too much. I was used to it by the time I was sixteen and dad accepted
me anyway.

I coulda done a lot worse in the dad department too.

Even so, I seriously doubted my dad would understand if he knew about
Dan and our relationship, for lack of a better word. Having a rather
small and pretty boy for his son was one thing and he couldn't
complain if I took after mom, could he? I mean, he married her! It
wasn't like I got to pick which genes I wanted, it was the luck of the
draw. Yeah, he was okay with all that, but if he found out Dan had
kissed me? That Dan wanted me to be his boyfriend? News like that
would be a little tough on my dad's ego, I thought.

"I talked to Steve about coming over Saturday for a barbecue," my dad
told us at dinner. "He said it sounds like a great idea."

"Good," mom smiled and I held my breath, expecting her to mention Dan,
because it was the perfect time for it, but she didn't.

"So, did you happen to see Dan today?" dad asked me, and that kicked
the air out of my lungs.

"Uh, yeah," I glanced at mom. "He, um, gave me a ride home today."

"That's nice of him," dad said. "I hear he's quite the football
player."

"I guess, yeah," I shifted uncomfortably. "Mr. Forbes made him the
quarterback, I think."

"Really?" dad nodded. "He must be pretty good then."

"Yeah," I shrugged, thinking about what Coach Forbes had told me and
wondering how I was gonna deal with all that.

I was supposed to keep Dan happy, according to the coach, and I knew
what the man had meant, I just didn't know what I was supposed to do
about it. I wasn't gay, no matter what Forbes thought, and I wasn't
going to turn gay just so the school could win a football game. After
Tori's party, Dan was going to have to find someone else to keep him
happy.

"Well, it'll be nice to meet the boy," dad decided and that was
something else to worry about.

Dan was coming over to my house and I could only hope that we'd be
okay by then. I had visions of him trying to kiss me in front of my
dad and that killed my appetite quick. I excused myself, saying I had
a lot of homework to do, and mom let me go without her usual
complaints about me being too thin.

"Ashley?" She was knocking on my door awhile later and then she poked
her head around it. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, mom," I shrugged and I hadn't been getting a lot of homework
done anyway. Mostly I'd just been staring at the wall.

She closed the door behind her and kind of leaned against it for a few
seconds, looking at me until I looked away. My mom had been beautiful
when she'd been younger, and she still was, but I'd seen pictures of
her from high school. Mom had looked like Sonja, I thought, not
exactly the same, but like they both had a quality, as if they were
untouchable or something. It was easy to see why dad had married her,
but it was what you didn't see that made her really special.

"Are you okay?" she asked me. "I thought maybe you'd like to talk a
little bit."

"I'm okay," I said. "Just...I don't know."

"You can tell me," mom said and she walked across my bedroom, sitting
on my bed. "I won't tell your father."

"Uh, oh..." I nodded because I didn't have to ask why mom would say
that, she knew dad was a good man, a good father, but having a heart-
to-heart talk with me wasn't something he was really comfortable with.
Neither was I, for that matter, and mom knew it.

"Is it that new boy?" mom asked me. "The one I saw you with this
afternoon?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's complicated though. I'll figure it out."

"It's hard being sixteen, isn't it?" mom smiled at me. "That's when I
started dating your dad and I was so scared. I didn't tell your
grandparents about him. I used to sneak out of the house after
dinner."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'd climb out my window and meet him behind the
church. That was our spot."

"You were a bad girl, huh?" I laughed cause it was hard to imagine mom
doing that.

"No," she sighed happily. "I was in love."

"You never got caught?"

"Yeah, I did," she said. "I came home one night, sneaking in through
my window and your grandfather was sitting on my bed."

"Oh!" I made a face and mom shrugged.

"That was the last spanking I ever got," she laughed. "I was sixteen
and he put me right over his knees."

"He spanked you?" I couldn't imagine my grandpa spanking anybody.

"Oh yeah," mom said. "And then your grandmother grounded me for a
month."

"That would suck," I sighed sympathetically.

"It was worth it," mom told me. "I saw your dad everyday at school
anyway, so..."

"So you weren't really grounded," I agreed.

"Yeah," mom said. "You're right though, it sucked."

We both laughed at that.

"Did you love dad right away?" I wondered. "I mean, was it like love
at first sight and all that?"

"No!" Mom grinned at me. "God, no. I didn't want to have anything to
do with him at first."

"You didn't? How come?"

"I don't know, I guess I didn't really trust him at first," she said.
"He was older than I was, we didn't have the same friends really.
Didn't have the same classes together."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"He kept saying he loved me," mom laughed. "I didn't even know what
love was and there he was telling me how much he loved me."

"You didn't like that?"

"Not really," mom shook her head. "It was nice sometimes, but I had to
think about it and he didn't give me enough time. He didn't let me
figure it out for myself."

"Yeah, I know what that feels like," I said without thinking.

"You do?" mom smiled and I blushed furiously, turning my face away
from her. She let it go. "Well, eventually I realized that I was
spending all my time trying to tell myself I couldn't love him, when
the truth was..."

"That you already did?" I asked, looking up again.

"Exactly," mom smiled at me. "I don't know when or how, exactly, but
it happened."

"We're you scared, mom?"

"Scared?" she shrugged. "Sometimes, yeah. It isn't easy, I mean we
don't see ourselves the same way other people do. Sometimes I thought
he was just trying to get in my..." mom blushed then "...Trying to have
fun and not really serious."

"How did you know he was serious?"

"Uh, well..." mom seemed to think it over, but I think she was just
looking for a way to explain it to her son. "...Your father had his fun
and when he came back, I knew he meant it."

"You mean you and dad did it..." I blinked at her. "...right away?"

"Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this," mom laughed, "but yeah, he
was very...persuasive and I was curious and..."

"Okay," I didn't really want to think about my mom having sex, but I
had to know. "What if he hadn't, um, come back or whatever?"

"If he'd dumped me?" mom grinned and I nodded.

"Yeah, dumped you," I had to laugh cause the idea of my dad dumping my
mom was really out there.

"I don't think about that," mom said. "I worried about it for one
whole night and the next morning, there he was. Telling me how he
loved me more than ever and then I couldn't get him to stop saying
it."

"That's pretty cool," I decided.

"Yeah, it was," mom agreed. "But that doesn't mean you should do it
that way."

"Me?" I swallowed hard and wondered if she meant with Dan, or with a
girl, and I was really afraid that she'd tell me.

"There's better ways than having sex to find out if someone really
loves you," mom said. "I wasn't very smart about it and your father,
well, I think he was doing the same thing."

"What? Like testing you?"

"Yeah," mom said. "He figured if I let him...love me...Then that meant I
really loved him, see?"

"But it worked, right?" I teased her a little and mom smiled.

"Yeah, it worked," she nodded.

"Hmph," I sighed, sitting back and wondering what all that really
meant to me and my situation with Dan.

My brain still denied anything was going on between us, but I knew
better. I'd felt it and when I let myself open up, I understood that
there were feelings there, budding emotions that were trying to grow
if I'd just give them a chance. If I could just get over my fear and
doubt. I was torn, like split in two and it was making me unhappy. If
I made the wrong decision, I wondered, would I be unhappy the rest of
my life? That was scary too, since I was barely sixteen. I had a long
ways to go.

"Is there anything you want to tell me now?" mom asked and the tone of
her voice said it was up to me. She wasn't forcing me at all, but just
concerned.

"I..." I cleared my throat and almost started talking about Dan, but
changed my mind. I'd see how the party went first. "...No, it's okay
mom. I feel better now."

"Okay," mom sighed and she got up to hug me. "You're a good boy, I'm
very proud of you, Ashley. Your father is too, don't forget that.
We'll always love you."

"I won't forget, mom," I promised.

"Good," she kissed the top of my head. "Don't stay up too late; you
have school tomorrow."

"I know. Goodnight mom."

"Sweet dreams." She closed my bedroom door.

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"Oh, Ashley! That feels so good!" Petra sighed and I was underneath
her, feeling her pussy around my cock.

She was hot and wet and I just watched her face as we had sex. Her
smallish tits were jiggling and her hands were on my chest. Petra's
long black hair was falling around her shoulders. And her pussy was
just going up and down, working my cock into the moist depths of her
womb and that was the best feeling in the world. I was going to cum
any second and I lifted my hips, holding the girl tight against me
while I drove my cock inside her over and over again.

"What are you doing?" My dad opened my bedroom door and I stared at
him, wondering why he was so mad. "I always knew you were a faggot!
Goddamn it, Ashley! I knew it!"

I didn't understand. I thought he'd be happy since I was fucking one
of the hottest girls in school. A cheerleader no less. Fucking her
hard the way a teenage boy should. Why would he call me a faggot for
that?

"You feel so good, Ashley! I'm going to cum, baby!" I tore my eyes
from my father and saw that I wasn't fucking Petra at all...Dan was
fucking me!

I blinked at him and looked down my body. I looked the same as I
always did, except I had a pussy now and Dan was fucking his cock
inside it. I had my legs spread around him and I was lifting my butt
off my bed to meet his thrusts. It felt so good, I couldn't help it. I
wanted him to fuck me. And my father was still yelling, and Dan told
me he was cumming, and then I was cumming too!

"Ohhh fuck..." I woke up damp with sweat and confused, looking around in
the darkness. "...Shit."

I was wet with semen, my white briefs full of warm sperm and sticky. I
didn't move, I just laid there on my back and most of my dream was
going away. Petra changing into Dan, I still remembered that though.
My dad yelling at me, calling me names, I remembered that part too. It
was a weird dream, a bad dream, but it had still made me cum. I looked
at my alarm clock and it wasn't even three in the morning yet and now
I was wide awake.


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continued in Part 3
rache696@yahoo.com

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