Watching TV Rots Your Brains Pt. 02

Returning to his motel room, Malone turned on the television and pulled up the menu for the available pornographic channels. He propped himself up against the stack of pillows and hit 'Asian.

"Mm, ack! Oh God, that's got to hurt," Malone grunted as he watched a petite Asian woman taking a fist in her bowels and another fist in her very hairy vagina.

Even as he tried to imagine jamming his fist into Mei Il Don's anus, feeling his own anus throb painfully, Malone knew he could never do such a callous and hurtful thing to Mei Il Don. The next vignette showed an Asian woman with a ridiculous bouffant hairstyle and electric blue eyeshadow happily sucking on a large black cock.

"Ew, that, that's just wrong," Malone said and pulled up the menu again.

He found 'Transsexuals' and hit enter. The first few slices of pizza were eaten as Malone watched men in bad wigs pretending to be women, servicing muscle-bound men. He almost choked on the third slice as a very pretty blonde transsexual and a gorgeous Asian woman kissed. He stared, pizza forgotten as the blonde thrust a fat cock into the Asian's hairless pussy. From the missionary position, the blonde and Asian moved into the doggy position. Malone felt his cock jerk and twitch in his panties as the blonde moved from the Asian woman's bald slit to her oily looking anus.

"Mm, oh," Malone murmured as he watched the obscene, exciting images.

The clip ended with the blonde lapping a substantial amount of semen from the Asian's buttocks. Malone unzipped his jeans and gave his throbbing cock a few hard strokes. He groaned loudly as he spurted a sizable load of semen into the palm of his hand. After hesitating for a brief moment, Malone licked his hand clean.

After eating most of his pizza, Malone saw that it was still daylight. Bored, he sighed and decided to just go home.

"Hey, thought, thought we wouldn't see you until tomorrow, Judy McNaughton said when Malone entered the home, carrying his overnight bag.

"I, yeah," Malone said.

"You okay?" Judy asked softly, peering into her son's pained eyes.

Malone sobbed as he told his mother about his disappointing day. He did not go into graphic detail, but he did let his mother know that his first sexual, his first homosexual experience had been greatly disappointing.

"And then I seen Mei Il Don; she was on this date with some big old ass hole," Malone snuffled, slowly running out of tears.

"I'm sorry, baby," Judy soothed. "But, Sweetheart, you knew, you knew she was seeing other people, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't have see it," Malone agreed.

"Sweetheart, maybe you're just going have to accept it; the two of you are never going be more than just friends," Judy advised.

"Hey, come on, know the words to the Blue Jays fight song?" Ingalls asked as she came in from the garage.

"And Mei Il Don's going to Myndee," Malone said as he pulled out of his mother's embrace.

To appease his sister, Malone and Ingalls did sing the Blue Jays Fight Song, both attempting to do it loudly and badly. Judy smiled, jamming her fingers into her ears.

"But, Business administration; I am not letting sixty four credit hours go to waste," Malone said, going up the stairs to his room.

"Norwill, Tennessee?" Judy asked when Malone brought the information down to the breakfast table the next morning.

"Mei Il Don does not have the only pussy in Myndee," Ingalls snapped angrily.

"What?" Malone asked, startled by his sister's outburst.

"Jesus, she don't even have the only Chinese pussy in Myndee, Malone," Ingalls said, angry tears springing to her eyes.

"Korean," Malone corrected.

"Chinese, Korean, shit, you know what I mean," Ingalls screamed. "Okay! So this bitch is acting like a total cunt to you. Big deal, you just going run off?"

"It's not just about her," Malone yelled. "It's about her, and Mandy and Pamela and Tommy and...You ever been out of Myndee?"

"Disney World. We went last year," Ingalls snapped. "Oh! Oh, and Super Bowl fifty one, right there in Houston. Remember?"

"But then we just turned right around and came right back here," Malone tried to explain.

"I, God damn it, I hate," Judy tried to say but couldn't force the words out.

"Mom?" Ingalls asked, sensing what their mother was about to say.

"He, he's..." Judy tried to say, then abruptly got up and ran, sobbing from the table.

Ingalls glared angrily at Malone before following their mother. Sitting at the table, Malone allowed his own tears to fall.

"I knew it," Ingalls spat angrily a few minutes later as she and Judy returned to the breakfast table. "All that weed; sooner or later you'd fry them brains."

"That is enough," Judy barked. "Who's got a bong collection in her room, huh?"

Bending over the back of his chair, Judy hugged her son tightly. She softly kissed his cheek. Then she messed up his hair.

"I get it," Judy said. "It's not just about Mei Il Don. It's about everything."

"But why, why you can't just go to the University of Arkansas; that's what? Only a couple hours that way," Ingalls begged, eyes wet with her tears.

"I, it's just," Malone sputtered.

"See? You got no good reason go all the way to Norwill," Ingalls said. "God, Malone, its seven hundred miles away. Seven hundred. Seven hundred miles."

A few days later, Malone received an email confirmation that Norwill University had received his transcripts from Samuel Connor Community College. He forwarded the email to his mother's email address and also texted her phone that he had emailed the confirmation to her email address. Judy was less than punctual in checking her emails.

He also clicked the box of the email he'd received from Dr. Jenee Wolfe. He had requested information and someone from Dr. Wolfe's staff had responded. The entire procedure, barring complications was done in Dr. Jenee Wolfe's office on an out-patient basis. They did require a consultation beforehand and Malone had set up an appointment for June Twenty sixth at nine thirty.

Unclicking the box, Malone berated himself for being too afraid to forward the email to his mother. Setting his jaw firmly, Malone clicked on the links the office of Jenee Wolfe had provided and printed out the information. He gathered the papers and left his bedroom.

"I got the email," Judy said. "Any thoughts about where you're going to stay? I mean, it's not like you can just stay in the dorms, is it?""

"I, huh! I, no!" Malone admitted, pretty face a mask of shock.

"I'm too mad at you to tell you about Monclaire Investments Properties and their listings of seized properties and foreclosures," Ingalls snapped.

"Mon, how you spell that?" Malone asked, pulling out his cell phone.

"Forget it," Ingalls snapped. "Really? You really think I would ever tell you it's spelled m, o, n, c, l, a, i, r, e? Really?"

"Love you," Malone said, finding the web site.

"Love..." Ingalls tried to say, then ran from the breakfast room in tears.

They heard Ingalls's door slam shut. A moment later, the front door slammed shut. Cassidy waddled into the kitchen area, nine month pregnancy making anything but waddling an impossibility. She slapped Malone, hard, on the back of his head.

"Seriously? I'm about to give birth to your god-son and you're leaving?" Cassidy yelled, slapping Malone's head again. "What the hell?"

"Quit!" Malone protested.

"Just because some bitch can't see what she's throwing away?" Cassidy yelled, tears springing to her eyes.

"Cassidy, stop that," Judy said. "Anyone's going hit him, it'll be me."

"Then hit him, God damn it," Cassidy ordered. "Knock some sense into OH!"

"It's time?" Judy asked.

"I, no, no, it's all right," Cassidy wheezed, catching her breath.

Cassidy moved to sit down, then screamed as her water broke. Judy grabbed her purse and she and Malone guided Cassidy toward the front door.

Ingalls! You 'bout become an aunt," Malone yelled up the stairs.

Judith Lisa McNaughton came into the world ten hours later. She was sixteen and a half inches long, weighing six pounds, four ounces and had all ten fingers and all ten toes. She had a small tuft of brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. Dr. Gabriel Ubelhauser did jokingly ask Blair Waitley if she wanted to save trip time and book a delivery room now.

"It's a girl? I, I thought the ultrasound said she was a boy," Blair murmured.

"That's what Malone's ultrasound showed too," Ingalls said.

"Shut up, whatever," Malone smirked. "Cassidy, she, she's beautiful. She is just so beautiful."

"Hi Mommy," Seth Grossman smiled proudly, kissing his daughter's forehead.

"Hi Grandpa," Cassidy said weakly. "Daddy, you seen her? Isn't she beautiful?"

"Okay, I know where Judith comes from, but where's Lisa come from?" Mitch Waitley, Blair's husband asked.

"Lisa June was our Mom's mom," Blair and Malone said.

"So are we breast-feeding or..." a nurse asked.

"We? Oh, thank God, you're going to help too?" Cassidy asked.

"Um, no," the nurse said. "I just meant..."

"Lady, God didn't give me giant boobs to bottle feed my kids," Cassidy said.

"Kids? You having more?" Judy asked.

"Okay, all right, all of y'all, everyone but the mommy and baby, out," the nurse said.

"Feeling it? Feeling the pressure?" Ingalls teased their oldest sister. "Huh? Feeling like having that baby? Now? No? How 'bout now? Now?"

"Butt head; I been ready for the past three months," Blair admitted.

Blair did not have long to wait; two days after Cassidy and Judith moved into the Hasting's Creek home so that Judy, Ingalls and Malone could help Cassidy with the baby, Mitch called to let them know Blair was in labor.

Thirteen hours and forty six minutes after he'd called his in-laws and his own mother and brother, Mitchell Thomas Waitley was proudly handing out bubble gum cigars announcing 'It's a boy.' Mitchell Thomas Waitley Jr. had Mommy's red hair.

"Okay, no letting this red head turn out all weird like the last one," Ingalls loudly whispered to Blair.

"Mother, talk to your daughter," Malone demanded. "Blair, he's perfect. I swear, he is just perfect."

Over coffee in the Clarkston County Medical Center, Seth quietly confessed to Judy that he was concerned about Deborah, his wife. When Deborah had heard about Cassidy giving birth to his first grandchild, she'd broken into heart-wrenching sobs. When he'd left the house to come to the hospital for this grandchild's birth, Deborah had not even kissed him in parting.

"Seth, Sweetheart, we, we'll never exclude her from our family," Judy suggested. "She wants to come see the grandbabies, she is always welcome."

Two days after the birth of Mitchell Jr. Judy sent an arrangement of flowers to Atwell Funeral Home for Deborah Shirley Grossman. She instructed Romeo's Florists that the arrangement should have violets; the flower for the month of February, Deborah's birth month. The card read 'To a dear friend; you will be missed--Judy McNaughton.'

"Come on, do it. Need to do it," Malone argued with himself as June twenty sixth drew near.

"Mom?" Malone finally gathered his courage as Judy sat quietly drinking a glass of wine, an Eighties sit-com playing on the television.

"Am I going need my hookah for this?" Judy asked, only half-joking as she turned off the television.

"No. Probably, yeah, probably," Malone said.

"Baby, I swear. I always thought Ingalls would be the one to drive me nuts," Judy smiled, pulling her son to sit next to her on the couch. "Aw hey, is that, Malone, damn it, stay out of my room. Go get your own bottle of perfume."

"Ha! It is my own bottle," Malone crowed.

"Okay, hit me with it," Judy said.

Handing her the printout from Dr. Jenee Wolfe's web-site, Malone made his pitch. Judy didn't look at the few pages, just sat and listened to her son.

"Are you, you have got to be kid, really?" Judy asked, gulping her glass of wine.

She thrust her glass into Malone's hands and looked at the papers Malone had provided. Malone dutifully refilled her glass and brought the wine into the sitting room.

"Okay, yes ma'am, yes sir, I am going to need my hookah," Judy declared, grabbing the wine out of Malone's hand. ""Thank God Shannon sent me some more of that cannabis oil."

Malone was gratified to see that his mother had brought the papers with her. He also observed, she had not said 'no.''

"Malone, we're leaving in ten minutes," Ingalls declared, wearing her Tae Kwon Do uniform.

"Oh shit, forgot!" Malone said and scampered up the stairs.

"And if that bitch's there..." Ingalls said under her breath.

"You're going to leave her alone," Cassidy said, carrying Judith into the room. "It's not her fault."

"Aw! There's my baby, there's my favorite niece," Ingalls cooed to the sleeping infant.

"Well, favorite aunt, how 'bout you change her diaper?" Cassidy asked. "You know where Mom put the clean ones?"

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Somehow, Tommy Perry had managed to accrue enough grace and complete enough tasks with his father and was allowed to buy a 2005 Toyota Corolla. Happily, he called Malone and asked Malone on a date. Malone wore a flowered silk blouse and distressed black jeans and black boots for their date.

Getting into the car, Malone was startled when Tommy leaned over and kissed him. In a dimly lighted motel room, sharing kisses was one thing. But in front of his mother's house, in broad daylight was a little disconcerting.

Their date consisted of Ling Cho's for Chinese food, then Sportsmen Bowling Alley. In the bowling alley, the two boys were once again childhood friends, teasing and encouraging one another.

"I uh, so what you want do now?" Tommy nervously asked as they left the bowling alley.

"Well, there's not enough room in that back seat," Malone said bluntly.

Cassidy let Malone have the keys to her apartment, if he promised to water her herb garden in the window, and get her mail from the kiosk on the ground floor. Malone couldn't make eye contact with his sister as she smirked at him.

Gathering Cassidy's mail, Malone dropped everything into his oversized handbag. Then he led Tommy to Cassidy's apartment.

"Oh my God; Cassidy, really?" Malone was appalled at his sister's taste, or lack of taste in home decor.

"Mom would have a fit," Malone said as he saw the condition of Cassidy's bedroom.

Tommy was unconcerned about the messy bed; he was horny. Malone sighed and stripped out of blouse and jeans.

If Tommy noticed Malone's pretty lace panties, he didn't say anything. He just flopped onto Cassidy's unmade bed and waited.

Remembering what a quick trigger Tommy had, Malone gripped Tommy's erection and pinched down, hard on the base of Tommy's cock. He then knelt between Tommy's spread legs and performed a noisy blow job. Even pinching down on the base of Tommy's meat didn't stem the rapid conclusion of that round. And, again, Tommy failed to alert his partner to the impending crisis.

Deciding to treat Tommy to a little of his own behavior, Malone straddled Tommy's chest and fed Tommy his hard cock. Malone gripped the headboard of Cassidy's bed and fucked Tommy's mouth.

"Yyeess," Malone hissed a moment later and pumped his semen into Tommy's mouth.

Rooting around in his bag, Malone pulled out a condom and rolled it onto Tommy's cock. Tommy protested using a condom but Malone simply asked him if he wanted to fuck or not.

"Want to fuck me? Then we use a condom," Malone said.

Malone liberally greased Tommy's fat meat then straddled Tommy's narrow hips. Malone reached back with his left hand and pulled hard on his left buttock. He gripped Tommy's cock in his right hand and guided Tommy's erection to press firmly against his tightly clenched anus.

Malone kept his hand on Tommy's cock as he sat down, sliding Tommy's greased head into his hole. Malone's pretty face screwed up in a grimace of pain as Tommy's meat stretched his anus open. Malone let out a yelp as Tommy's cock forced its way into his bowels. Malone's own weight forced more and more of Tommy's dick into his guts. He pulled his right hand from between them as the last few inches pushed upward into his guts.

"Yyeess," Malone hissed out as he felt Tommy's coarse pubic hairs pressed against his rounded buttocks.

Malone had felt every inch of Tommy's cock pushing up into him. There had been a white hot jolt of pain when Tommy's cock pressed against his anus. That pain had intensified as Tommy's meat stretched him open. Even with the tight latex sheath strangling Tommy's cock, Malone was sure he could feel Tommy's foreskin rasping along his rectal walls as Tommy's cock pushed deep into him.

"I augh, oh man!" Tommy grunted as Malone gingerly rose up.

"Fuck!" Malone screamed out and spurted a thick torrent of sperm onto Tommy's belly and chest.

"Aw, shit no," Tommy whined as he ejaculated forcefully into his latex prison.

"Give me a minute," Malone wheezed as his cock continued to jerk and dribble.

"God, yes," Tommy grunted and thrashed as another spurt of semen blasted into the condom.

Malone disposed of the condom in Cassidy's overflowing bathroom wastebasket. Then, after using the facilities, Malone wet a threadbare face cloth in the sink and returned to the bedroom. Softly, he cleaned Tommy's belly and chest of the puddle of warm semen. He softly kissed Tommy, then had him dress.

"Here. Take this to the dumpster; it's right out back," Malone ordered, handing Tommy the wastebasket's liner.

By the time Tommy returned, Malone had stripped the bed, emptied the perishables from Cassidy's apartment, and had the kitchen's wastebasket's liner ready for the dumpster.

"God, you sure are bossy," Tommy grumbled.

"What? Uh, you want fuck again? Then just do what I tell you," Malone snapped, now grabbing a spray bottle for the herb garden in the window, as well as Cassidy's three cannabis plants.

"Yes ma'am," Tommy saluted.

"Know what? Was going fuck you again," Malone said to himself as Tommy left the apartment. "Now? You can just forget it."

"You're a dick," Malone snapped when Tommy pulled up to Malone's home.

"Whatever bitch," Tommy snapped.

"Whatever," Malone snapped, getting out of the car.

"Cassidy, really?" Malone said, dropping the keys into Cassidy's purse. "That apartment is deplorable."

"Hey, you try making a bed when you're pregnant, huh?" Cassidy protested.

"I'm not even talking about your bed. Which was bad enough. But tweed? With corduroy?" Malone asked.

"She, you still have that ugly brown thing?" Judy asked.

"Hey, it's broken in," Cassidy defended.

"Okay, we'll go see this Dr. Jenny," Judy informed Malone as he put Cassidy's bedsheets into the washing machine.

"Thank you Mom," Malone quietly said. "But I think it's pronounced 'jen-NAY.'"

"Hi, I'm Dr. Jenee Wolfe," an exotic beauty greeted mother and son as they sat in her small, cluttered office.

She was slightly taller than Judy and Malone, standing five nine. Her hair was black, cut in a style that flattered her round, dark face. Looking at her black almond eyes, Malone guessed Dr. Wolfe had some Asian blood in her.

"My father was Norwegian and South Korean," Dr. Wolfe smiled, reading Malone's question in his big blue eyes. "And my mother was Creole and Cambodian. Oh, and white but we're not sure if it was Scottish or Welsh."

Malone had filled out the on-line patient intake form and had also filled out the general medical form in the waiting room. As she read over the forms, Dr. Wolfe asked pertinent questions of both mother and son.

So, how big? You, you're not hoping for something like your mother's, hmm?" Dr. Wolfe asked, putting down the papers and looking again into Malone's eyes.

"I, oh! On no, nothing that drastic, oh my goodness," Malone said, looking at Judy's 34DD chest.

"What would you recommend?" Judy asked.

"And are you looking, somewhere down the road to fully transitioning?" Dr. Wolfe asked.