Buddy Son Storytime Novels & Stories

“Jamie—” He pulled his hand free and stood up quickly. "Why?! Why can't we just get to stay here together? I don't want you to go away and I don't want Daddy to go away!" His little voice was rising to pained wails. My heart ached. I made an attempt to touch him, but he pushed at me, crying big tears on his face. That's when Austin stood, bending over alongside his son, his voice shaking. “Buddy, listen. I'm still your dad. Nothing can change that. We'll still hangout, play soccer, and go see movies, like we used to every weekend. I’ll always be here when you need me. I promise.”

Again, her phone buzzed and she hurriedly read the message, her face turning a dark shade of pink. Sext Buddy: [I’d first nuzzle your folds baby….imprint the way you smell, I just feel like you’d smell like pineapples or apples. Then, I’d use my index and middle fingers to spread your folds open, I’m sure they’d be covered and sticky with your juices, yeah?....] Alicia took a deep breath, squeezing her thighs around her pillow as she continued reading.

This continued the rest of the summer, but the week before school started Buddy had to go into town with his mother to do some clothes shopping. My father was in the house, working on something to do with a new project his company was introducing to the public, when Buddy’s older brother - we’ll call him #2 - showed up. I was just coming out of the barn, having spent the afternoon in a very intense session of masturbation…my favorite pastime when Buddy wasn’t around. #2 was two years Buddy’s senior, rather an arrogant bugger, and due to go to university the following week.

“Her momma told her she’d get a visit from the Tooth Fairy in the evening if she were good and left her tooth under her pillow before she went to bed.” I tried to remember if my mother and I ever had silly traditions like that, but I couldn’t recall an instance. It made me sad. “Did the Tooth Fairy leave her any money?” Ken shook his head and chuckled. “Oh, no. Not this Tooth Fairy. She left my little girl a new Spongebob toothbrush and bubblegum flavored dental floss.” I groaned in pretend commiseration. Ken’s wife was a dental hygienist. “Mama,” Lucy called, seeking my attention before she started babbling. She talked a lot nowadays about everything and nothing.

Brittany warned and the room instantly silenced. She started. "Max and I met when we were in freshman year. He was the bad boy with notorious friends and I was the nerd buried in books with barely any friends. Our parents were business partners so we knew each other from face but our leagues were far apart. We were complete opposites."

“If that’s the case then, I have a brother who is five years younger than me. He saw you that night at the club, but he’s keeping his distance out of respect for Damien.” “I’m sorry. I’m really flattered, but no. I have so much to deal with right now. I can’t imagine myself going out with someone.” “That’s okay,” he gives me a faint smile. “So, you met Damien before or after Linda’s parents passed on?” “After.” “So, you met him when he was a father. That guy used to be trouble,” he laughs at whatever it is that he remembers. He tells me stories about when they were in school, and I am laughing like a lunatic.

I never imagined that on my way to surprise my son, his girlfriend would mistake me for his mistress—lock me in a basement, and torture me for an entire day. Elara had just graduated middle school—top of her class, sharp as a whip and twice as headstrong. To celebrate, I planned a small getaway: just the three of us. Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe.

With no real skills to survive on, Howard quickly burned through what little money he had left and ended up on the streets. After reading the news, I felt nothing at all. If anything, I almost wanted to laugh. "He brought this on himself." I set the tablet aside. Sunlight shimmered across the sea, and a few seagulls glided freely overhead. Tyler took his glasses off and squeezed my wrinkled hand, his gaze as gentle as when he was young. He rose with a smile and extended his hand like a true gentleman. "Ms. Butler, there's a dance at the retirement home tonight. Would I have the pleasure of inviting you for a dance?"

He nudged his arm into mine, a gentle touch. “We’ll stop them.” He sounded so sure, I was helpless but to trust him. Chase stretched and rose from the computer chair. “Nothing to worry about. I’ll call my hacker friend tonight. They are a night owl anyway.” “Thank you,” I told him earnestly. “Anything for my brother’s girl,” he said. I blushed. He held his hand out for me to shake again. “Goodnight, Cynthia,” he said, holding my one hand with both of his.

“Watch your back.” My steps slowed but only for a heartbeat, I didn’t turn around because some warnings come too late, others come exactly when you’re strong enough to face them. I walked on, my back straight and my son was safe beside me. Let them come. I dropped Leo at his nanny's. “Be a good boy for mummy, okay?” “Yes Mom,”I kissed his forehead. “Mommy, please do not be late today?” “No baby, I won't.” “Bye Mom”