Chapter 11 Stan Gets Watched Stan was confused for a brief second, he couldn’t believe the gawking from his mother. He was sure her eyes were locke... on his tenting boxers. He told her he had to do something and left quickly. The fire in his loins was turned up and he had to do something about it. As soon as he went into his room he dropped his underwear and flopped himself out on the bed. He took his hard cock and started to stroke it, his thoughts took him back to the kitchen. As he stroked. "What happened then?" Well, I sneaked up to the door and listened for a little bit. I knew it was my dad in there, 'cause I recognized his voice, even though he was whispering and breathing kind of hard." What was he saying?"The boy's voice became low and kind of growled as he quoted his father. "'Fuck you, you bitch slut whore; fuck you; fuck your slut ass; oh, yeah, baby, feel that big hard dick sliding in and out of your slimy butthole; yeah, bitch, squirm and moan and clamp those cheeks. Dessert was as nice as dinner had been, and we did spend a couple of hours sitting and visiting with Karl and Abbie, as they began insisting I address them. I insisted I not, for the time being, but I threw up a crooked grin to show them I wasn't being stuffy or pretentious."I'm sorry, but for now I'm still somewhere between high school dropout and McKesson success story," I explained. "I can be a bit of an irresistible force when given enough room to get going, and you don't want that Skye. "I'd send that fuckin' suspect Scooter, but I don't trust that dumb shit fuck-up to handle something as important as a fuckin' beer run right now. You make damned sure he doesn't fuck with her again so she can get back here with the beer. That will give us members a little freakin' time in private to handle some important club business while you're gone."Rick's pulse speeded up again in anticipation; he knew Larry was refering to their plans for retaliating against the Maniacs and an early vote.