How I Lost My Mother Ch 08

For the next several days, I openly ignored my mom. Giving her the cold shoulder whenever she tried talking to me. Hoping that by doing this, it'll tell her that I was upset and wanted her to break things off with Henri.

Instead, I got this....

"Paul, enough is enough!" mom stated at dinner a few days later, "Why are you acting like this?"

I ignored her question.

"Your mother is fucking talking to you, Paul!" Henri stated, "Don't ignore her!"

"Henri, I can handle this," mom said sternly.

"Well he's pissing me off for being a whiny little bitch about things," Henri stated.

"Don't talk about Paul that way," mom snapped at him.

I start to get up from the table.

"I'm going for a walk," I stated coldly.

"Right now? But it's dark out," mom stated, turning her attention back to me, "At least eat something."

"I lost my appetite," I stated.

"But you barely touched anything on your plate," mom said.

"Your point?" I snapped.

I start walking toward the front door. Mom gets up from the table and follows me. She then grabbed my arm as I tried to slip into my shoes.

"Talk to me," mom said softly, "Don't just shut me out like this. Not again. Tell me what's bothering you."

"Don't fucking touch me!" I snarled at her.

I then stormed out of the house and slammed the door shut behind me. I could picture mom standing there after I slammed the front door behind me, with tears in her eyes.

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The evening air felt cool against my face as I walked further from the house. How could mom do this to me? I felt hot tears running down my face. I angrily dash them away and sit down on a bench two streets over. What if I just ran away? Would mom even care?

I decided to take out my phone and call Aunt Emma. She's the only person who I trusted right now, and she also had to know about what happened after she left.

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"I'm sorry you have to go through this again, kiddo," Aunt Emma sighed, "but there's really nothing I could do about this. Your mother is a grown woman, and If she wants to screw up her life once again by fucking some nineteen year old kid, then all the power to her."

"It's like she doesn't care!" I sniffled, "It's always Henri this or Henri that. I stormed out of the house earlier, and she acted like she gave a shit about me."

I then sighed.

"You really shouldn't treat your mom like that, Paul." Aunt Emma stated, "You may think that she doesn't care about you, but she does. Would she have celebrated your eighteenth birthday if she didn't care? Would she have bought you all those nice things if she didn't love you? Provided for you? Made sure you had food on the table and a roof over your head? She loves you. You're just upset with her right now."

I know Aunt Emma had a point. Mom did care about me, even if I'm choosing not to see it.

I begin to hear faint conversation on her end. It sounded muffled. Was she at work at this hour?

"I'm sorry to cut our conversation short," Aunt Emma then said, "but something urgent up, and it's important. I'll call you again later."

I barely uttered the word goodbye before she promptly ended the call.

Well, I guess I'll make my way home now.

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When I returned home, mom was still sitting at the table. She turned her head when I closed the door behind me and took off my shoes.

"Ah, you're back," mom said as she stood up and walked toward me, "how was your walk?"

"I'm going to my room," I said dismissively, "I don't feel like seeing your face right now."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" mom stated as I walked past her. "Tell me what's bothering you! Why are you acting like this?"

She tried to grab my arm again, and I instantly rounded on her.

"WHAT'S THE POINT OF ASKING ME THIS HUH?" I snapped, "HENRI WON! THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE WON! HE'S DATING YOU NOW!"

Mom was too stunned to speak.

"Have you ever once asked me if I was okay with you dating him?" I stated, "Of course you didn't, because my fucking opinion doesn't matter to you."

She slaps my cheek hard enough to leave a faint handprint, then cradles my face in her hands.

"Why do you think I was trying to do?" mom asked softly, "But you've been ignoring me."

I was still reeling from the slap. Mom rarely used physical punishment when we had arguments. My cheek stung.

"Paul, I'm sorry for springing my relationship with Henri on you like that," mom stated, "but I seriously thought you'd be happy for me."

"Henri cares about me," mom continued, "he gives me affection and attention. When was the last time you did any of that? When was the last time you talked heart to heart with me? Told me I was beautiful when I didn't feel like it? Asked me how my day was? When was the last time you gave me a hug? Told me that you loved me?"

Tears began running down her face now. Great, she's using the sympathy card.

"Henri does all of that and more," mom stated, "while all you do is complain and complain about him."

I pushed mom away from me hard and stared at her angrily.

"I complain? I COMPLAIN?!" I shouted, "ALL I EVER TRIED TO FUCKING DO WAS GET YOU TO LISTEN TO ME! TO GET YOU ON MY SIDE! BUT YOUR HEAD IS SO FAR UP HENRI'S ASS TO EVEN CARE ABOUT ME!"

I shook my head.

"MAYBE I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT WANTING TO RUN AWAY," I continued, "BECAUSE APPARENTLY I AM JUST RUINING YOUR LIFE WITH HIM. I'M THE BAD GUY FOR TRYING TO MAKE MY MOM SEE REASON."

"Oh don't be ridiculous Paul!" mom stated.

"Well wish fucking granted," I stated ignoring her comment, "you want me gone? Fine... you'll never see me again. I'm done trying to persuade you to see the light. I'm done trying to make you see reason. You only seem to care about his needs, well he can fucking keep you. Both Adam and Henri can tag team your ass for all I care."

"You're nothing but a fucking whore!" I shouted as I stormed off to my room.

I could hear her calling after me as I slammed my door in her face. Telling me that she'll end things with Henri if I was truly against her dating him.

I ignored her, of course, and packed my laptop and my ps5 in my suitcase.

I then hid in the crawlspace under my closet. If mom truly meant what she said, then I'm going to test her. Of course I left my phone on my nightstand, because who in their right mind would take it with them?

Hopefully, my plan works.

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The next morning, mom knocked on my bedroom door and asked to talk to me. When I didn't answer, she apologized for her actions. Telling me what a horrible mother she was to me. How she should've listened to me instead of always jumping to assumptions and taking Henri's side.

She then said that she meant what she said, and she planned on breaking off their relationship for my sake.

A few hours later, I could hear raised voices coming from the living room as mom had apparently kept her word. Henri didn't like that and told her that I was playing her for the fool. He then conceded and told her that he'll give her space. Mom appreciated that, and he promptly left.

Mom came back to my bedroom door and told me that she kept her word. She and Henri broke up. She then said she'll try to make things right and take my feelings into consideration from now on.

She then told me that she loved me and went to work.

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The following morning, mom again knocked on my bedroom door and told me that I should get ready for school. When I didn't say anything, she raised her voice and told me to get my ass out of bed. When I still didn't answer, she tried calling me. I could hear her ringtone on my phone going off.

Once all that failed, she then entered my room. I could hear her calling my name and telling me that this isn't funny. When I decided respond back to her again, she began crying. Telling herself that she didn't really think I'd actually run away from home.

I then heard her on her phone calling someone. I assumed that it was the police. But instead it was Aunt Emma. Mom cried into the phone telling her that I ran away and she doesn't know what to do.

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It's been a few days, and mom hasn't left my bedroom. She has been crying into my pillow as Aunt Emma tries to soothe her. Telling mom that everything would be okay and that I'd return home once I made my point. But mom wouldn't hear it, she blamed herself. Telling Aunt Emma that she was a bad mother for not taking my feelings seriously, and this was her punishment.

Aunt Emma then sighed and told mom that she'll keep searching the area.

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Later that night, maybe around elevenish? My bedroom window opened, and I heard someone climbing inside. Mom was sound asleep on my bed. I wanted to see who it was, but the noise from the crawlspace door would alert whoever was in my room with her.

Mom suddenly gasps and sits up in my bed as the person touches her.

It was Henri.

Through mom's raised voice, she told him to leave. That she didn't want to see him anymore.

He told her that he's just there to comfort her in her loneliness. Mom scoffed and stated that she was not having sex with him. Because sex was the furthest thing in her mind right now.

Henri began pandering her. Sweet talking mom into allowing him to make her feel better for just a little while. Mom said no, but it came out muffled as Henri started kissing her.

I soon heard the sound of them both falling backward onto my bed and the sounds of clothes being discarded. He then whispered something to her. Mom said something back before they continued kissing.

A short while later, I began to hear the sounds of them having sex on my bed. The boxspring steadily creaking under them as Henri thrusted his cock inside her. Their moans grew louder, as time ticked on. Both competing in volume as their mutual orgasm reached it's climax and they both came together.

Afterward, he promptly left my room via the window. Mom cried and refused to go back to sleep.

I seriously fucking hate what he's doing to her.

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When mom went to work the following morning, I snuck out of my hiding place and just as I previously did, emptied my bladder of it's contents in the toilet, then grabbed a few snacks from the cupboard. I then returned to the crew in my closet.

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On the third week of me being "gone," I decided that her punishment had gone on long enough and exited the crawlspace with my suitcase when mom was taking her nightly shower in the main bathroom. Of course she had the bathroom door wide open, so I got a glimpse of her naked body in the steamy glass of the shower door. I shook my head free of those thoughts and went to the entry way.

I then opened and closed the front door loudly behind me. Just to let her know someone came in. A few seconds later, I heard the shower turn off and then saw her peek her head from the bathroom doorway.

She blinked a few times, as if making sure I was really there, before running at me in just a towel. Pulling me into a tight hug and crying as she held me. Mom then smacks my face hard. I deserved it.

"Don't you EVER do something like this to me again!" she scolded, "Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded my head.

"Answer me, damnit!" mom stated.

"I understand," I said.

She then hugs me tighter for a few seconds longer, before promptly releasing me. Mom then told me how sorry she was for what happened and that she promised that things would be different now.

I apologized to mom as well. Telling her that while I respected her decision in wanting to date Henri, I was still against it. She appreciated my apology and that was that.

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Aunt Emma gave me an earful when she came over to check on mom. Telling me never to do something so stupid and that I had her and mom worried sick about me.

I told her I was sorry, and then stated that I stood by my decision in why I ran away from home.

Aunt Emma sighed, ruffled my hair, and told me that running away never solves any problem. If I was upset about mom's relationship with Henri, I should've just tried talking to her about it.

"Communication is key in any relationship, Paul." Aunt Emma stated, "Remember that."

"I will," I stated.

"You better," Aunt Emma stated, "because the next time this happens, I'll personally strap an ankle monitor on your sorry ass."

"I think you should," mom said, "that way, we could keep track of him at all times."

"You're not seriously suggesting that... are you?" I asked.

"Try me," Aunt Emma stated.

Her cell phone then rang in her pocket.

"Shit... thought I had more time before they called," Aunt Emma stated.

She hugs and kisses me. Then Aunt Emma turns to leave the house. I watched from the kitchen window as she got into her car and drove off down the street.

"You know she was just kidding, right?" mom asked as she placed a bowl oatmeal before me, "Your aunt would never do something like that to you."

"I wished she stayed longer," I said as I took a bite.

"She was here because she was worried about you," mom stated as she sat next to me, "now eat up before it gets cold."

She slowly drank her coffee as I ate my oatmeal. It would've been a perfect morning if Henri hadn't decided to come over. Acting like he owns the place.

"Ah, so I see you came back," Henri stated, "you had your mother worried about you."

I ignored him.

"What brings you over?" mom asked, changing the conversation, "Shouldn't you be at work?"

"Dad gave me the day off," Henri stated, "so I decided to take you on a date tonight. Just you and me."

"Henri... I just got my son back," mom stated, "I'm not really comfortable with leaving Paul alone anytime soon. So no. I'm not going on a date with you."

"Then he can come with us," Henri stated. "Problem solved."

"That's HIS decision to make!" mom stated, "Not yours. Now go home!"

Henri sighs and turns to leave.

"Mom, are you sure about that?" I asked as Henri left our house.

"Our relationship is more important than what I had with Henri, Paul." mom stated, "I'm sorry for not realizing that sooner. I guess your aunt was right after all, I really do fall for guys like him too easily."

"But... you-" I started to say.

"Paul, I'm fine." mom stated, "Plus, I really don't want to see him right now."

"If you say so," I said.

Why was I acting like this? I should feel fucking ecstatic right now. Mom was choosing me over her boytoy fuckboy.

Her cell phone suddenly goes off.

"Must be work," mom sighed, "guess I better get changed."

She then answered her phone and began walking toward her bedroom. Her big heart-shaped ass swaying with every step. I gulped hard.

Maybe with Henri out of the picture, I could stand a chance at having a normal mother-son relationship with her. Just like we used to.

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Mom came out of her bedroom a few minutes later. She was wearing her dentist scrubs, and her hair was tied into a proper bun.

"I hate to leave you alone," mom explained, "but the office is unusually packed today. So I probably won't be home until late."

"It's fine, mom," I said as I finished my breakfast, "You need the hours."

"True..." mom sighed, "but I'm more worried about leaving you alone. Will you honestly be okay?"

"I'll be fine," I repeated, "really."

She squeezes my hand affectionately.

"Okay," mom then said, "I trust you."

She kisses my cheek and ruffles my hair. Something mom hasn't done in forever, it seems.

"I promise you that everything will be different this time," mom stated, "I know I keep repeating that, but I swear it WILL be different now. Because our relationship is more important than me having a boyfriend."

For some reason, that made me smile. Mom really is keeping her word. She turns to leave.

"I'll be back later tonight, okay?" she said as she closed the front door behind her.

I waved goodbye from the living room window. Watching her pull out of our driveway and drive off down the street.

I decided that it was high time to rearrange my room and maybe do some of my laundry.

Once I was done, I passed by mom's open bedroom door and peered inside. Images of mom fucking Henri flashed through my mind. Of him pounding her hard on the mattress, the sounds of her bed creaking and groaning, along with the headboard smacking steadily against the bedroom wall.

I felt myself getting hard. Why was this arousing me? Did I like hearing her having sex with him?

Although, I did have to admit that some of their sexual encounters were pretty hot. I can't deny that. But it still sickens me to no end.

I then sighed and closed her bedroom door. No more. I'm not going down that road anymore. Mom ended her relationship with Henri.

And it's not like I don't want her to date. Quite the opposite, I want mom to date. But just with guys closer to her age and not someone around my age.

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It was now a quarter to eight, and mom hasn't returned home yet. I tried calling her, but it would immediately go straight to voicemail. I tried messaging her, but it was just left on read.

I sighed.

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, and I instantly picked it up.

"I'm on my way back now," the message from mom read, "just had to finish a lot of paperwork."

"Okay, see you soon," I replied.

"See you soon." mom replied back.

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Mom came through the front door a few minutes later. She looked worn out and exhausted. It must be tough being a dentist. Especially a well-respected one.

"How was work?" I asked as mom collapsed onto the couch.

"What's this now?" mom asked, turning her head to look at me, "Are you actually asking about how my day went?"

"I won't ask otherwise," I said in a playful, sarcastic tone.

"Well, I appreciate it," mom said, "work was tiring today."

I had her a glass of water.

"Thank you, sweetie," she then said.

I watched her down the glass in two seconds.

"Oh boy... I really needed that," mom said as she handed me back the empty glass.

I start walking toward the kitchen.

"Did you eat dinner yet?" mom asked as I rounded the counter.

"Not really," I said, "why do you ask?"

"Just curious is all," mom stated, "I didn't eat anything since this morning. So I'm running on fumes here."

"Want to order some takeout?" I asked, "I'm pretty sure there are a few places still open."

"Well, what sounds good to you?" mom asked.

"Burgers," I stated.

"That does sound good," mom said, "we haven't had burgers in a while."

She stands up and grabs her car keys.

"Come on then," mom said, "we'll order through the drive-thru menu.

I followed behind her as we left the house and got into her car. For some reason, mom lingered on the driveway for a bit.

"Uh mom, aren't we going to get burgers?" I asked from the backseat.

"Yeah, we are," mom stated, "I'm just making sure we got everything."

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, mom backed out of our driveway and started to drive down the street. As we drive past Henri's house, his truck wasn't even in the driveway. Was mom really hoping he was home?

"I think you should find someone closer to your age, mom," I stated.

"Paul, I'm fine. Really," mom stated.

Yet... I'm pretty sure she was still thinking about Henri and wanted him to tag along. Possibly ending with them having sex on her bed later that night. With me shamefully jerking off to the sounds they made.

I felt myself getting hard. Great! Now I have a fucking erection. Why does my mind go to such perverted things? Mom broke things off with him, and yet I'm still fucking fantasizing about it.