Mom Bought Me A Burdizzo For Christmas [M18][F35][Incest][CNC-Roleplay][Castration]: Part 11: A Date from 2005

“So, do you like Chinese food?” Greg asked as he drove them down the road back towards town. Tiffany looked at him saying “I love it.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“I’m a sucker for Shrimp Lo-Mein.”

“Sounds good. It maybe Christmas of two-thousand-and-five, but I bet there’s a Chinese place still open.”

He glanced over at her and smiled saying nervously “you’re beautiful by the way.”

“And you’re charming.” Tiffany spoke back sweetly.

“So, what are you going to do to me on our date?”

“Do to you?”

“You know, what do you want out of this?”

“Nothing. I’m just taking you out for some Shrimp Lo mein. Maybe we can trash-talk the Algebra teacher. Miss Lawson.”

“You mean Mr. Hembrees.” Tiffany said.

Greg glanced at her, and she continued, “Algebra was taught by Mr. Hembrees in two-thousand and five.” Her face fell and she said, “wait, were you trying to trick me into saying the safe word.”

“No, I just want to get to know you. So, are you in Algebra class here in your sophomore year of high school?”

“No, I’m already in advanced placement geometry. I’m studying to go to State university to major in engineering.”

“No way!” Greg gasped out.

“What?”

“What’s your grade average?”

“In two-thousand and five, it would have been…”

“you mean to say ‘it is’” Greg corrected.

“It is something like three-point-nine.”

“Holy crap, mom! You were both beautiful and smart?” Greg gasped out in amazement.

Tiffany laughed.

“You’re fucking with me.” Greg said, skeptically.

“No, I’m not. That actually is the math class and grade-point average that I had my sophomore year of high school. I really did plan to study engineering at college.”

“Jesus Christ.” Greg muttered.

He looked at her with a broad smile “gorgeous, smart, and dating me? I hit the jackpot.”

The playlist shuffled to “This Love” by Maroon Five and Tiffany pointed at the phone saying, “turn it up, this is my favorite song.”

She giggled as Greg tapped the buttons to increase the volume. “That’s one hell of a Walkman CD player you got there. It hasn’t even skipped once.”

She picked up the phone and held it delicately in her hand expertly keeping it still as the car bounced around them.

“What are you doing?”

“Keeping your CD player from skipping.”

“It’s a cellphone.”

“A what? A cellphone is something that flips open and makes calls. Unless you spend like five-bucks on a custom ring tone or ten-cents per line of text, that’s all a phone does.”

Greg glanced at her, and she pointed at the phone saying, “it’s two-thousand and five, Greg, The iPhone-one won’t be invented for another two years and there’s no way any poor-ass high school kid would have a smartphone for at least another five to ten years. This thing in my hand would be Star Trek technology in aught-five. So clearly, it is a CD player, and I am protecting it from skipping because this is my favorite song.”

Greg chuckled saying “I have a lot to learn about two-thousand and five.”

Tiffany smiled saying “you know what, Greg. I’m glad you’re taking me out on a date in two-thousand-five. There’s so much of that year that I missed.”

A grouchy looking middle-aged woman stood at the cash register of the Lucky-Eight Mandarin Grill. Her expression did not change even as Greg and Tiffany entered looking like they were dressed as background characters for a Buffy The Vampire Slayer episode, “Okay, Tiff, how about the restaurant? Too modern or is it mid-millennial enough?”

Tiffany replied “the restaurant is perfectly mid-millennial. Hell, I’m pretty sure that woman hasn’t moved from that spot since two-thousand-and-five. Oh… shit…”

“What?”

Tiffany pulled him in and whispered in his ear saying, “I only planned for you to torture me. I left my purse at home. I don’t have any money.”

“No worries, my treat.” Greg said reaching into his pocket pulling out his wallet. Tiffany gasped and continued, “but if you pay for both our meals, I’ll have to put out.”

Greg looked at her oddly for a second, not quite sure which Tiffany he was talking too. Her lower lip hung open as she whispered with terror, “those are the rules in two-thousand-and-five.”

“Not with me they aren’t.”

Tiffany swallowed hard saying, “okay, but I’m still going to let you touch my breasts after this.”

Greg said out loud, “You don’t have to let me touch your breasts in exchange for shrimp lo mein.”

Tiffany looked up at him and then they both looked at the old woman. The old woman’s eyes went wide and darted back and forth between Tiffany and Greg suspiciously.

Greg chuckled saying, “Sorry, just practicing our improv comedy. Can I get an order of General Tso’s Chicken and also Shrimp Lo Mein.”

“Make that a small order of Shrimp Lo Mein.” Tiffany blurted out. Greg looked at her and Tiffany patted her bare belly saying, “I’m watching my weight.”

Greg shook his head and paid for their food saying, “you’re not fat.”

“I know but I was counting my calories carefully in two-thousand-and-five.”

Two greasy plates filled with chewy meat and steamed vegetables on top of rice and noodles, respectively lay in front of them. “So, three-point-nine grade average, slender, gorgeous…” Greg said gesturing towards his mom who slurped up some shrimp noodles with a pair of cheap wooden chopsticks. “Who were you doing this for back then? Surely not Corey Mason.”

Tiffany thought about it and said, “What do you mean ‘back then?’ Are you asking me about the nineties? That’s not a very aught-five question.”

“You’re right.”

“Keep talking to sixteen-year-old Tiffany.” She continued as she reached out and patted Greg’s arm saying “keep working on getting her to open up. Sixteen-year-old Tiffany can be cagey. Sometimes it feels like, even I can’t get clear answers out of her. It makes sense as I’ve hated her for so long. But…” She smiled sweetly saying “she might open up to a cute boy like you. Maybe then we can both find out together.”

“Okay, I know you want to study engineering, but what do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I’m not sure, really.”

“With a degree like that, you would have quite a few options.”

“I would, wouldn’t I?” She sighed and said, “it would make sense if that was why I was pursuing an engineering degree.”

“It isn’t.”

“Not really.”

They ate in silence for a little longer. “is there a different reason you’re pursing the degree?”

“Can we talk about something else?” Tiffany replied.

“Okay. Umm… tell me about your parents then.”

“Well, they barely notice that I exist because I’m the middle of five children.”

“Oh, so you have brothers and sisters then?”

“Two brothers, two sisters… I’m even the odd one out in terms of gender. My oldest sister started college last year and my second oldest brother, well… he’s a senior in high school like you. Perhaps you know Fred Henson.”

“I think so. Why don’t you tell me a little bit about him?”

“Oh, you should know him. He’s on the football team as wide receiver.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah, everyone loves Fred. Of course, then I got my younger sister whose in middle school. She’s the artist of the family, like really good at it. And of course, my baby brother whose in third grade. He gets away with everything, I mean everything, because mom loves him best of all.”

“How does that feel for you, then?”

“Well, it sucks. You know, I wish things were like they were back in the day, but with his new job at corporate, dad travels a lot.” She shook her head and sighed saying, “last time he was home, he called me by my sister’s name. He couldn’t even remember which child I was.”

“Ouch.”

“I know, like right. That’s why I try to look nothing like her. Mom says I’m going through a phase but… as if. Like what does that old woman know?”

“You mean…?” Greg prompted.

“Jessica, my actual mom, yeah, she thinks I’m going through a phase.” Tiffany said pointing to herself.

“Oh, yeah, so your mom thought you were going through a phase in aught-five?”

“Thought? Thinks now. She just doesn’t get me. She expects me to be this perfect little child for her but the moment I try to express my own personality she calls it a phase and throws away my book on Wiccan and my Korn CDs.”

“Wait you were Wiccan in aught-five?”

“No, I can’t find any active covens in town. I thought some of the guard girls might be Wiccan, but they just turned out to be a bunch of posers. That’s so lame, am-I-right?” Tiffany spurted off giving her hair a playful flip as she took another bite of pasta.

“Okay. I thought you said teenage Tiffany was cagey, but I’ve barely been able to get a word in edgewise.”

“Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m nervous.” Tiffany said. She twirled her hair continuing “like when a cute boy takes me out on a date.”

“Thank you.” Greg said warmly.

“You do look nice, by the way. I like your top. It’s got serious Rizz.” Greg said with a nod.

“What is Rizz?”

“Oh, just… uh… a word I made up. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, anyhow, like I said, my mom thinks I’m going through a phase. She even tried taking me to a child psychologist. It was this old bugger who blabbered about me having this new disease they call Attention Deficit Disorder. He gave my mom Ritalin prescription but… lean in… I’ll tell you a secret.”

Greg leaned in over their food as his mom looked at him intimately before she said “…I spit out the tablets.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t tell my mom, okay. I would get in so much trouble if she knew and definitely don’t tell my brother. I know he’s the coolest kid in school and everybody loves him, but he’s a total snitch and would definitely rat me out.”

“So, your dad travels a lot, you’re starved for attention in a big family, and you’re skipping your prescription meds?”

Tiffany’s eyes glanced down and her mouth fell open for a second as she took this in thoughtfully before saying “I… uh… yeah. I guess that describes it pretty well.”

“Okay, that means something though, right?”

Tiffany crinkled up her nose saying, “dude, don’t head-shrink me. I thought you were cool.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. I’m just trying to get to know you. It feels like I’m meeting you for the first time here.”

“It’s not our first time.” Tiffany said taking a bit of Lo Mein.

“It isn’t.”

“Of course not. How else do you think I got this rad necklace?”

“Oh, yeah, that.”

“Yeah, it says Greg and Tiffany, doesn’t mention anything about mother and son though, of course, because that would be just fucking weird. You bought it for me for our two-month anniversary.”

“Yeah, that would be the case, wouldn’t it.”

“Thanks for getting me away from Corey Mason, by the way. That guy was a fucking creep. The way you showed up and scared his ass away from me in that creepy abandoned parking lot this past August.”

Tiffany sighed with a sad smile saying, “you really are the hero of this whole year for me.”

“Did any of this happen?”

“No, but if you had been there, it might have.” Tiffany said sweetly.

She cocked her head to the side and asked, “Greg, do you think I should be taking my Ritalin?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, maybe I should be. I mean, I do feel scatterbrained half the time and maybe my mom really does know what’s best for me.”

Greg took this in thoughtfully as Tiffany pressed “I wouldn’t ask but, well, you’re two years older than me and a high school senior so maybe you know better than I do.”

Tiffany’s eyes seemed to swell as she said, “eighteen-year-old Greg would know more than sixteen-year-old Tiffany. Of course, that old woman would know but she hates me too much to tell me.”

“The old woman?”

“You know, the one who’s in her thirties, has a teenage son, is wearing mid-millennial cosplay at a Chinese restaurant in the twenty-twenties.”

Greg chuckled saying “yeah, I think I know the one you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, she’s even more annoying than my mom. So, what do you think I should do about my Ritalin prescription?”

Greg thought about this for a while before saying, “I think you should discuss it with your mom, Jessica.”

“But dude, she would kill me if she knew I was spitting out my pills.”

“Only because she loves you.”

Tiffany sighed.

“Tell her your concerns. Have the discussion. The only way you’ll get anywhere with her is if you communicate.”

Tiffany snorted in annoyance. Greg replied, “look, sometimes my mom and I don’t see eye-to-eye either. Just because you’re having an argument with your parent, doesn’t mean they no longer love you. Maybe there’s a good reason she got the Ritalin prescription or…” Greg stuck a finger in Tiffany’s face as his eyes lit up and he said, “she didn’t know what to do.”

“Didn’t know what to do? What do you mean.”

“What if she got the Ritalin because she saw her daughter going down a route she feared, but she had no clue how to help her.”

“Whose side are you on, poser?” Tiffany scoffed.

Greg reached across the table and rested his hand on her arm. “I’m on your side, Tiffany.” She looked into his face, and he smiled at her saying, “I love you.”

Tiffany reached up and fingered lightly at her necklace while turning over her other hand to hold her sons. She looked down at where they held hands. “You know, we haven’t really done much yet since we started dating. I mean, you rescued me from Corey, and we went to the movies and stuff, but we haven’t even kissed.”

“We haven’t.”

“No. And I’ve been thinking about it. You’ve been so nice to me, so wonderful…” She swallowed hard and continued “I want to give it to you.”

“Give it to me?”

“You know, my virginity.”