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New edit! This story is completely fictional and in no way, in absolutely no way reflects my views in the real world. This is a simple non con fantasy (if you go down that path) and is not real nor should it be real.
(This is a old old old story I found saved in my old hard drive from like I think more then ten years ago. I don't even recall where i got it but I think it would be prefect for chyoa with a bit of changing up the story as it containted no sex and ended right when the story seemed ready to open up and leave messenger. Its depraved and messed up but so is most of chyao. Anyway its public no rules just no scat and such. Do what you will no judgment as long as it follows site rules.) (another edit oct 2019 forgot to add some story points that come up later.)
My name is Jamie Valin, I started something that got put of control and would have done it again had I been given the chance
It was 2009 my son Victor had just graduated high school and was now scrambling to pack his clothes before his mother arrived. He was a good kid for the most part, always bringing pretty girls to my house after school to hang out by the pool before running up stairs or spending hours Instant messaging his friends instead of focusing on school work. I never pushed him like I should have but was always surprised through all his faults how well he was adjusted for being a child of divorce.
As divorces go it was a amiable divorce with him being the foremost in our minds. I would move to the other side of town but close enough to Vic’s school so he would not be displaced too much and we would share our time with him. Admittedly the divorce was my fault Im not the best with self control and I can admit that I am a selfish man.
“You got everything you need” I asked with a false grin as my son stood by the door. I wanted to be the one to take him camping but it was Becca’s side of the family and they wanted to see him as much as any family would. It was only a few weeks.
“I think so, just wish I had a shiny new phone with plenty of minutes to replace the one I lost. yesterday So I can Stay in touch with my friends”
“You mean the new girlfriend?”
He grinned wearily and shook his head.
“Maybe, gonna be a college man soon dad, I don’t know if I want to be tied down to someone in town.”
“Just focus on having fun with your cousins and having fun on the beach, the real world will be far away and you likely wont have service. Plus your old phone will turn up and maybe we can talk about a new one if you can be more responsible, college boy."
"Not yet dad"
"Soon enough little man. You always want the next better thing any tips on where to look."
He cocked his head in thought
"last place I had it was when I was eating last night."
So could be literally anywhere.
After a few moments of banter his mother sounded the horn of arrival. I forced him into a big hug and waved to my ex wife as he entered the car and they disappeared down the road.
Sighing I walked inside and headed toward my computer room for some much needed adult relief. No sooner had I booted up google a message appeared in the corner of my screen.
ss: hey babe, your video chat working yet? *accept Video Conference*
"My son must have forgotten to log out in his rush to pack" I rationalized to my self and guided my cursor to the close button but before I could click something stayed my finger..
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