The Parent's Wrath

Your dick PFLOPed out of your mouth and you found yourself in an empty backseat as it did its standard shot in the face upon your return.

"Oh good, you're back..." the mother said sarcastically.

"Does anybody have a tissue?" You asked exhaustedly.

The car was parked in front of your house.

"No. Get the fuck out!" The father said, "Larry was catatonic after that disgusting display of yours! You're sick! You know that right?! You're SICK!"

"No matter how much we try to talk to him. He refuses to marry you after your little display!" His mother scolded, "our dreams of royalty are dashed because of your sick compulsion!"

"Yeah...like I'M the one choosing to do these things!" You cursed them as you violently jumped out of the car. You had the least control of anybody over this, and somehow you were always the one to blame.

You walked into your house looking for something to wipe off your face.

"We heard you're dating that Larry friend of yours! I think you'll make a cute couple!" Your mother greeted you.

"We support you!" You father said.

"It looks like you two had a good time!" You mother said supportively pointing at the stuff on your face.

"No- we didn't...I'm not..." it didn't have the energy to set things straight and would only invite more things you didn't want to talk about, "yeah...thanks...." with a deficit of emotional energy to exist like this with your parents, you walked silently back to your room.