Please, Daddy

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Jason

Me and mom left the house and hopped in our car.
"Where were you the whole time Jason Mack?" She sternly says to me.
"Grace and I were just talking, why?" I reply nonchalantly.
"I was just getting suspicious, you seem to have a way with a lot of girls your age."
"What are you trying to say?" I was getting a little annoyed with my mom at this point.
"I'm saying that you haven't had a decent girlfriend since that Amber girl! Ever since you've just been sleeping around and don't think I don't know because I've heard you late at night inviting girls up to your room." She lectures me.
"Well I learn from the best, Mother."
"Excuse me?!" she yells.
"Yeah Mom! You haven't been with a decent guy since dad and if you think that being with a lot of other guys is somehow going to fill the empty space then you can forget about it!" I yell back at her.
We pull into our driveway as I finish my sentence and before she gets to reply, I run up to my room, shutting and locking the door.
I lay on my bed completely numb. It's 10:46 yet I'm not tired. So I do what I usually would do: sneak out.

I climb out my window after grabbing my sweater and phone. As soon as I hit the grass on the ground I take off in a sprint, not knowing where I'm going. When I feel far enough away from that awful house I light a cigarette and keep on walking. To keep my mind off of my mom I think about Grace. The way her fingers ran through my hair. Her legs shaking with every thrust into her. I wouldn't be lying when I say that she's one of the best nights I've had. She made me feel so good and I wanted more. I loved her innocence and the way her dark eyes looked at me wanting more. She was just amazing. I took out my phone to read a text from an unknown number.
+2 (325) 245-7865
No one can know about that -Grace
I reply:
Don't worry babe ;) See you tmrw
I walk back to my house because we do have school tomorrow. I go through the front door, not caring if I get caught. My mom is passed out on the couch with a shot glass in hand, typical. I lazily climb the stairs to my room, strip, and crawl in bed. After several attempts to fall asleep, I kept thinking about Grace.
I absentmindedly slipped my hand into my boxers and started pumping my cock, thinking about her sweet lips. I was hard and already moaning. Her name slipped out of my lips a few times as I went up and down with my hand as fast as I could, wishing it was her to do it for me. When I was done I lay thinking on my bed. Why was she clogging my thoughts so much? We're just friends. Not even friends, I mean we just met tonight. But she was good at what she did and I craved her touch. She was going through my mind as my eyelids fell heavy and I slipped into sleep.
Tomorrow should be fun...

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