Waits too long...

Corey rushed across the street eliciting a loud honk from a passing car. The boy couldn't wait for the crossing signal to change; he simply didn't have the time. When his mother had left to continue her affair with their repugnant landlord, Blake, Corey had been trapped in a state of indecision for far too long.

From the window, Corey had watched as his mother sheepishly entered Blake's old police cruiser, her beautiful and voluptuous body and slutty lingerie concealed beneath a long jacket. The location of Blake's house, one of those two-story dwellings near the beach, flaunted his wealth with the location more than its size.

Although Corey knew it would take him over an hour to reach Blake's neighborhood on foot, he had already accepted it as unavoidable. He would run, jog, walk, and repeat the cycle. During one of the walking intervals, his girlfriend Ashley called him.

"She's probably wondering why I never messaged her when I got home," Corey thought to himself.

Corey wasn't sure if he could confide in anyone, especially his new girlfriend whom he loved, about his mother essentially being blackmailed or bribed by their fat landlord to betray his stepdad Quentin. It was too embarrassing and brought forth a whirlwind of mixed emotions and fears for the eighteen-year-old.

"What if Ashley defends my mom? What if she gets ideas about using her body for money?" His heart sank, yet an exhilarating feeling surged through him as he imagined Ashley bending over for cash. He picked up the phone.

"Hey babe!' Ashley said, "are you okay? you're breathing heavily."

Corey blushed thinking that he had more than one reason to be so short of breath. Ashley automatically had that effect on him and so did the situation, not just the running.

"I can trust you, right?" he asked.

Ashley assured him of her love and trust, prompting Corey to take a deep breath. The teen boy focused his mind on not revealing the conflicting emotions coursing through his chest and crotch as explained the horrible situation to the girl he loved.

"Ashley, I… about a week ago… I caught my mom in a compromising situation with our landlord, an ugly bastard named Blake. It turns out she's doing it to keep the rent affordable so that our family can eventually find a new place."

Ashley was shocked. "Oh my goodness, that must be so difficult for both of you," she said empathetically.

Corey blushed and looked down, feeling a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Yeah, it's been tough. What's worse is that my mom seems to be enjoying this whole situation. She's been teasing me about it," he admitted shyly.

"I'm so sorry you're going through this. I can't believe Blake is your landlord too," Ashley exclaimed with a hint of anger in her voice.

Corey was confused and shocked. "Anthony Blake is your landlord?!"

Ashley's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh my God, that's the middle brother. The younger brother, Peter, is my parents' landlord. He's a creep that lives next door," she revealed.

Corey's frustration grew. "There are two of these bastards?" he almost yelled into the phone.

"The older brother works at the University, and the youngest, Peter again, is on the city council or something. Antony Blake used to be a sheriff I think. Their family and the city have a long history. Crap... so what's happening now?" Ashley asked with a concerned tone.

"I'm running to his house right now. He picked up my mom about 30 minutes ago," Corey responded.

"Wait up, Corey! Why are you heading to his house? He used to be a cop, he might have a gun or something!" Ashley said, her voice filled with worry.

Corey stopped his brisk walk, the warm California evening was peaceful even if he was filled with inner conflict. "I don't really know what I'm gonna do there, but I just have to go, you know?" he replied as he tried not to make it obvious he was crying.

"But why, Corey?" Ashley asked. Corey could hear her tearing up on her end of the call.

The sound of his caring girlfriend so upset for him caught him off guard. He looked down and noticed he was sporting a stiff erection in his pants, adding to his shame.

"It's like... I feel like I'm part of what my mom's going through, even though I'm not, Corey said as he began to openly cry and adjust his bulge with his hand.

"It's messed up. I'm sad for her and guilty that she's dealing with this, but at the same time, I can't help but feel a weird kind of happiness that she's having fun, even if it's... you know, kind of immoral."

"That's a lot to take in, Corey. I just want you to be safe. Maybe there's another way we can help your mom without putting yourself in harm's way."

Corey nodded, appreciating Ashley's concern. "You're right, Ash. I need to think this through. Thanks for being there for me."

"Why don't you spend the night?" Ashley asked.

"I thought you said we shouldn't rush things to that level yet?" Corey said.

"You trusting me with all this… I'm going to trust my heart even if it's scary." Ashley said.

"I guess I'll head on over to your place," Corey said.

Corey could hear Ashley giggle a bit as she recovered from her own crying.

"What is it?" Corey asked.

"Sorry…I was just thinking that you and your mom are both.,..uhhmm.. nevermind," Ashley said sheepishly.

"No, tell me," Corey said.

"Promise not to get mad at me?" Ashley asked.

Corey reassured her.

"Okay," Ashley said, "I was just thinking you're both having sex tonight…. If you want."

Corey ran even faster to Ashley's house….

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