( despite cartman being a shitstain of a human being, his mother has always treated kenny with a particular breed of kindness, not native to the south park region of the world. only multiplying past grade school and into the awkward bridge of high school, his relationship with cartman fell stagnant with his refusal to grow up and their ever expanding puberty ridden minds of experimenting with women, and other things -- drugs and alcohol for kenny, exercise and cheating classes for cartman. since things with cartman have fallen standstill, kenny considers liane a -- friend, almost. an older friend, to be sure, but on occasions where he and cartman used to play megaman with dolls and their imaginations, he now finds himself having long conversations with ms. cartman, while she prepares dinner, while she cleans the house.
( he's old enough to find her promiscuity enticing, attractive, but he promises that isn't the only reason why they've grown closer. promises. )
( still, though -- money for sex? kenny could do that. hell, kenny needs to do that, still as starved as he was eight years ago. )
on the rare summer occasions when the south park weather is decent enough, kenny volunteers to mow the cartman's lawn -- as a thank you to liane, mostly, because cartman certainly isn't going to do it, and kenny would feel guilt in his bones if he let liane see to it on her own. it's not all bad, truthfully. he can sometimes catch the sights and sounds of liane wanking in her second floor room, window left open for the birds and kenny to hear, which he isn't one to complain about. he cartman's are only a little bit better off than he, so he does this work for them for free -- accepts payment in the form of liane's lemonade, or her hand ruffling up his blond hair. of course, cartman gets a kick out of doing kenny doing hard, manual labor for him and his family, but cartman can definitely go fuck himself -- his mom is a fucking hottie, and kenny has no issue reminding him of that, of telling him just what he's like to do to his mother's body.
they stop talking about it, which kenny is grateful for. he still wants to fuck his mom, though.
orange parka left at home for the blessed weather, kenny wipes sweat from his brow with the bottom of his white tshirt, opting just to take it off in the heat of the sun. kenny glances back at his work on their lawn and considers it a job well done, with drinking lemonade and maybe stealing a quick shower, the only things left to do with his time here. he almost wishes there was more lawn to mow, lame as it is, so he has an excuse to spend more time here -- he won't overstay his welcome, though, knows he needs to get home eventually and curl up in bed next to his sister and kiss her goodnight, but when he's at the cartman's, he can pretend that his life is just a little bit less shitty then it is. liane makes it better, and kenny likes her for it. )
Hey, Ms. Cartman? ( kenny steps in through their backdoor, looking for her -- not around, and he doesn't hear the shower running, which means she must be up in her room. swallowing nerves and idle daydreams, he heads up the stairs, silently opening liane's door -- he should've knocked, what an asshole -- ) Hey, Ms. Ca -- ( only to be met with her naked body, legs spread and pussy open, almost like she was waiting for him ( but probably someone else, definitely someone else ). kenny slams the door shut, face flushed but pants growing tighter as he thinks about the image now burned into his mind -- every time he closes his eyes it's like she's there again, and kenny can taste her sex in the air. his hand is clenched tight around the doorknob, forehead leaning against the wood frame. )
Shit, sorry, sorry, Ms. Cartman, sorry. I just -- fuck, I'm so sorry.
[ liane has never been a woman with many friends -- fuck buddies, sure; friends with benefits, definitely, but there have been very few people in her life who enjoy her company for more than what she can put out (and she puts out quite a lot, quite frequently, with all sorts of people). she'd hoped she'd find a friend within her own son, someone she could confide in and have fun with without all pomp and circumstance of sexual encounters -- but eric, her little pumpkin, her sweet, darling poopsiekins, is more selfish and arrogant than she ever meant to raise him to be. she's always wanted the best for him, but not when that means taking advantage of her goodwill. she's his mother, first and foremost, she always will be -- it was wrong of her to think they could be anything other than that. eric has to learn, somehow, that she isn't someone he can push around anymore; they had a chance to be friends, once, but he only saw it as a way to get more and more and more of whatever he wanted. what liane wanted never factored in. ]
[ even among the other parents in south park, most of them only regard her with a minimum amount of respect, if they aren't ogling her the same way everyone else does. she's used to it -- she wants it, most of the time; it's a living, it pays the bills, and she does enjoy it, when it's with the right people. but there's a reason she dresses in sweaters and pants and keeps her hair in a tight bun; she knows what she has, and she knows everyone else knows it, too. but not everyone is as deserving for a look these days. she doesn't spread her legs for just anyone in town anymore, not unless they're willing to give her a little something in return. she isn't the promiscuous teenager she once was -- she is a mother, so she dresses like one, acts like one, plays her part until someone comes knocking. she showed sheila a good time once, probably a better time than gerald will ever show her. now sheila barely speaks to her or acknowledges her with more than disdain. liane can't help it if she was a better lay than the man sheila married (and she would know, having slept with gerald once herself, too). ]
[ truth be told, liane is glad she never did settle down. she wanted to, once, after she found out she was pregnant with eric. it would have been easier, to say the least, if there had been a male figure in eric's life. maybe he wouldn't have turned out so awful if he'd had a real father. maybe she wouldn't be so lonely, either -- but maybe this is just the way things were meant to be. she can't imagine being tied down, committed to just one person for the rest of her life. she can't imagine there is just one person for her. she's observed the marriages of the other parents over the years, and she can't exactly say they're happy -- how many times have randy and sharon separated? how many times have sheila and gerald tried to spice up their sex life? how many times have stuart and carol beat each other senseless? marriage doesn't seem to suit anyone in south park, and yet liane is one of the only single parents in the whole town. was she wrong to do this all on her own? should she have married someone, anyone who was willing? (who wouldn't be willing, when every night she'd be in their bed?) she had a good thing going with mayor mcdaniels years ago, but south park isn't a place that's progressive enough to handle a lesbian mayor marrying the most notorious prostitute in town. not that either things aren't already common knowledge, it's just the combination of the two that wouldn't have done well for anyone. she can't imagine eric would have been anything less than intolerable, anyway. it never would have worked out. ]
[ there's something different about kenny, though. he's an honest boy, hardworking, kind. not at all like her eric, which she appreciates most of all. it's easier to look past his age that way, to see him as an equal and not a child (she suspects he hasn't really been a child for some time, though, forced to grow up too fast because stuart and carol couldn't provide for anyone if they tried, always too drunk or too high or both to be any kind of caretakers). he looks older than he is, anyway, probably due to all the hard labor he does (she thinks she recalls him down at the auto shop once or twice, grease smeared on his face and his sweat-soaked undershirt like some kind of model for one of those male calendars), and all the years that were stolen from him as a child. he's more of an adult than a lot of the adults could claim -- most of them are still children, in their own ways, because south park isn't a place where fortunate people grow up, it's a place that fosters immaturity in the people who should be mature and maturity in the people who should be immature. eric may be a hopeless case, another casualty of the south park doctrine, but liane has faith kenny can do better. ]
[ kenny deserves better. he deserves more than what he's been given and liane wants to give as much as she can, in the only ways she knows how -- she can feed him and she can open her legs for him. he isn't like the other boys, who only seem interested in each other. kenny looks at her like she's a person, and she hasn't been looked at like that in a very long time. she assumes, of course, he must wonder what it would be like to fuck her; the only difference between him and everyone else who must wonder the same is she's actually willing to let him find out. the age gap might bother someone more respectable, but no one would ever consider her respectable, and she's done worse things than letting a barely legal adult between her legs, most of which have been recorded and sold on adult markets. there's no shame left in the cartman house. there never really was to begin with. ]
[ she undresses and waits for him while he finishes up the lawn, surprised by the rush of excitement she feels when she thinks about the lean muscles of kenny's abdomen, the definition of his biceps, the firmness of his cock that likely knows nothing more than a sock and a hand -- maybe a mouth or two, if he was particularly lucky, and she can imagine he was. maybe he was more than lucky, with his looks and his natural charm. what girl wouldn't want to fall into bed with him? there must be plenty, herself, somewhat embarrassingly, included. she's already wet, flushed, desperate by the time she hears his voice outside the door. she doesn't expect him to slam the door just as soon as he opens it, doesn't expect him to apologize -- oh, the poor dear, he must be mortified. maybe she should have put on lingerie after all. ]
[ quickly, she climbs off her bed, throws on a short silk robe, just so she doesn't give kenny another scare when she opens the door to speak to him. her voice is warm, consoling. she places a hand against his cheek, idly strokes her thumb over the ridge of his cheekbone. ]
Oh, hon, don't be sorry -- that was too much, wasn't it? I knew I should have put something on. You boys do enjoy undressing us first.
( he's not shy about sexual things, of course -- he never has been, ever since he can first remember walking in on his parents fucking and quickly running to tell the other boys about his splendor. sex has always interested him, where it disgusted and confused other kids at a young age. some boys had daydreams about terrance and phillip or chimpokomon, while kenny was stuck thinking about fucking bebe up the ass, or what sex in general feels like, what kind of wisdom is bestowed once you lose your v-card. he discovered his right hand at an early age ( though not as early as stan, jacking it in san diego ), and his sex drive really hasn't gone down since then -- jerking it off on the railroads by his house, too scared to do it inside for fear of his parents hearing and beating his ass for being a faggot, or worse, his sister walking in.
point is, despite his definite curiosity for sexual things, he remains altogether virginal -- he once joined craig's gang for a circle jerk, once sword fought with stan as a joke while kyle and cartman laughed, once received a dry, tugging handjob from annie nelson underneath the bleachers at south park high -- but far as hard, penetrative, sweaty sex is concerned, kenny is a virgin. not by choice, he would've popped it ages ago if he were better at talking with girls, if he stopped hiding in the hood of his parka, letting his words get muffled by the regular cacophony of south park. maybe he'd crawl out of his shell eventually, but he never expected the opportunity to fall right into his lap, ms. cartman in her robe and her hand at his face, kenny wide eyed and innocent as he could be considered, trying to keep his eyes level.
he does like her -- probably has the world's biggest crush on one of his best friends' moms, but it's not purely something born from sexual fantasy, from a teenager's puberty. he likes her because she's sweet, because she's like the mother he never had for as fucked up as that sounds -- she's interesting, and she always has kind things to say to kenny, always makes him smile sheepishly into the top of his parka. she's never done this before, though, never shown any interest in him sexually the way he exudes to her. some part of him thinks it might be a messed up function from her brain space -- like she needs to have sex with him in order to make him stay, but it's never been anything like that. cartman may move away after high school, but liane will always have kenny. he's just as stuck as she is. )
No, I just... ( he takes a step in, purposeful, hesitant hands reaching forward to touch her waist, bunch up her robe. he tilts his head, eyes glancing down to her body, wanting to her expose her again -- he doesn't think about the age difference between them, anyway, because it's not like he's at a loss here. fucking an older chick? nothing wrong with that. ) I thought you were waiting for someone, ma'am. I didn't know you were expecting -- well, me. It's kind of surprising.
( but he grins, cheeky, leaning forward so he can kiss her cheek, politely. he's a good boy. )
Can we go back inside? I promise I'll stop being a gentleman.
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( he's old enough to find her promiscuity enticing, attractive, but he promises that isn't the only reason why they've grown closer. promises. )
( still, though -- money for sex? kenny could do that. hell, kenny needs to do that, still as starved as he was eight years ago. )
on the rare summer occasions when the south park weather is decent enough, kenny volunteers to mow the cartman's lawn -- as a thank you to liane, mostly, because cartman certainly isn't going to do it, and kenny would feel guilt in his bones if he let liane see to it on her own. it's not all bad, truthfully. he can sometimes catch the sights and sounds of liane wanking in her second floor room, window left open for the birds and kenny to hear, which he isn't one to complain about. he cartman's are only a little bit better off than he, so he does this work for them for free -- accepts payment in the form of liane's lemonade, or her hand ruffling up his blond hair. of course, cartman gets a kick out of doing kenny doing hard, manual labor for him and his family, but cartman can definitely go fuck himself -- his mom is a fucking hottie, and kenny has no issue reminding him of that, of telling him just what he's like to do to his mother's body.
they stop talking about it, which kenny is grateful for. he still wants to fuck his mom, though.
orange parka left at home for the blessed weather, kenny wipes sweat from his brow with the bottom of his white tshirt, opting just to take it off in the heat of the sun. kenny glances back at his work on their lawn and considers it a job well done, with drinking lemonade and maybe stealing a quick shower, the only things left to do with his time here. he almost wishes there was more lawn to mow, lame as it is, so he has an excuse to spend more time here -- he won't overstay his welcome, though, knows he needs to get home eventually and curl up in bed next to his sister and kiss her goodnight, but when he's at the cartman's, he can pretend that his life is just a little bit less shitty then it is. liane makes it better, and kenny likes her for it. )
Hey, Ms. Cartman? ( kenny steps in through their backdoor, looking for her -- not around, and he doesn't hear the shower running, which means she must be up in her room. swallowing nerves and idle daydreams, he heads up the stairs, silently opening liane's door -- he should've knocked, what an asshole -- ) Hey, Ms. Ca -- ( only to be met with her naked body, legs spread and pussy open, almost like she was waiting for him ( but probably someone else, definitely someone else ). kenny slams the door shut, face flushed but pants growing tighter as he thinks about the image now burned into his mind -- every time he closes his eyes it's like she's there again, and kenny can taste her sex in the air. his hand is clenched tight around the doorknob, forehead leaning against the wood frame. )
Shit, sorry, sorry, Ms. Cartman, sorry. I just -- fuck, I'm so sorry.
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[ even among the other parents in south park, most of them only regard her with a minimum amount of respect, if they aren't ogling her the same way everyone else does. she's used to it -- she wants it, most of the time; it's a living, it pays the bills, and she does enjoy it, when it's with the right people. but there's a reason she dresses in sweaters and pants and keeps her hair in a tight bun; she knows what she has, and she knows everyone else knows it, too. but not everyone is as deserving for a look these days. she doesn't spread her legs for just anyone in town anymore, not unless they're willing to give her a little something in return. she isn't the promiscuous teenager she once was -- she is a mother, so she dresses like one, acts like one, plays her part until someone comes knocking. she showed sheila a good time once, probably a better time than gerald will ever show her. now sheila barely speaks to her or acknowledges her with more than disdain. liane can't help it if she was a better lay than the man sheila married (and she would know, having slept with gerald once herself, too). ]
[ truth be told, liane is glad she never did settle down. she wanted to, once, after she found out she was pregnant with eric. it would have been easier, to say the least, if there had been a male figure in eric's life. maybe he wouldn't have turned out so awful if he'd had a real father. maybe she wouldn't be so lonely, either -- but maybe this is just the way things were meant to be. she can't imagine being tied down, committed to just one person for the rest of her life. she can't imagine there is just one person for her. she's observed the marriages of the other parents over the years, and she can't exactly say they're happy -- how many times have randy and sharon separated? how many times have sheila and gerald tried to spice up their sex life? how many times have stuart and carol beat each other senseless? marriage doesn't seem to suit anyone in south park, and yet liane is one of the only single parents in the whole town. was she wrong to do this all on her own? should she have married someone, anyone who was willing? (who wouldn't be willing, when every night she'd be in their bed?) she had a good thing going with mayor mcdaniels years ago, but south park isn't a place that's progressive enough to handle a lesbian mayor marrying the most notorious prostitute in town. not that either things aren't already common knowledge, it's just the combination of the two that wouldn't have done well for anyone. she can't imagine eric would have been anything less than intolerable, anyway. it never would have worked out. ]
[ there's something different about kenny, though. he's an honest boy, hardworking, kind. not at all like her eric, which she appreciates most of all. it's easier to look past his age that way, to see him as an equal and not a child (she suspects he hasn't really been a child for some time, though, forced to grow up too fast because stuart and carol couldn't provide for anyone if they tried, always too drunk or too high or both to be any kind of caretakers). he looks older than he is, anyway, probably due to all the hard labor he does (she thinks she recalls him down at the auto shop once or twice, grease smeared on his face and his sweat-soaked undershirt like some kind of model for one of those male calendars), and all the years that were stolen from him as a child. he's more of an adult than a lot of the adults could claim -- most of them are still children, in their own ways, because south park isn't a place where fortunate people grow up, it's a place that fosters immaturity in the people who should be mature and maturity in the people who should be immature. eric may be a hopeless case, another casualty of the south park doctrine, but liane has faith kenny can do better. ]
[ kenny deserves better. he deserves more than what he's been given and liane wants to give as much as she can, in the only ways she knows how -- she can feed him and she can open her legs for him. he isn't like the other boys, who only seem interested in each other. kenny looks at her like she's a person, and she hasn't been looked at like that in a very long time. she assumes, of course, he must wonder what it would be like to fuck her; the only difference between him and everyone else who must wonder the same is she's actually willing to let him find out. the age gap might bother someone more respectable, but no one would ever consider her respectable, and she's done worse things than letting a barely legal adult between her legs, most of which have been recorded and sold on adult markets. there's no shame left in the cartman house. there never really was to begin with. ]
[ she undresses and waits for him while he finishes up the lawn, surprised by the rush of excitement she feels when she thinks about the lean muscles of kenny's abdomen, the definition of his biceps, the firmness of his cock that likely knows nothing more than a sock and a hand -- maybe a mouth or two, if he was particularly lucky, and she can imagine he was. maybe he was more than lucky, with his looks and his natural charm. what girl wouldn't want to fall into bed with him? there must be plenty, herself, somewhat embarrassingly, included. she's already wet, flushed, desperate by the time she hears his voice outside the door. she doesn't expect him to slam the door just as soon as he opens it, doesn't expect him to apologize -- oh, the poor dear, he must be mortified. maybe she should have put on lingerie after all. ]
[ quickly, she climbs off her bed, throws on a short silk robe, just so she doesn't give kenny another scare when she opens the door to speak to him. her voice is warm, consoling. she places a hand against his cheek, idly strokes her thumb over the ridge of his cheekbone. ]
Oh, hon, don't be sorry -- that was too much, wasn't it? I knew I should have put something on. You boys do enjoy undressing us first.
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point is, despite his definite curiosity for sexual things, he remains altogether virginal -- he once joined craig's gang for a circle jerk, once sword fought with stan as a joke while kyle and cartman laughed, once received a dry, tugging handjob from annie nelson underneath the bleachers at south park high -- but far as hard, penetrative, sweaty sex is concerned, kenny is a virgin. not by choice, he would've popped it ages ago if he were better at talking with girls, if he stopped hiding in the hood of his parka, letting his words get muffled by the regular cacophony of south park. maybe he'd crawl out of his shell eventually, but he never expected the opportunity to fall right into his lap, ms. cartman in her robe and her hand at his face, kenny wide eyed and innocent as he could be considered, trying to keep his eyes level.
he does like her -- probably has the world's biggest crush on one of his best friends' moms, but it's not purely something born from sexual fantasy, from a teenager's puberty. he likes her because she's sweet, because she's like the mother he never had for as fucked up as that sounds -- she's interesting, and she always has kind things to say to kenny, always makes him smile sheepishly into the top of his parka. she's never done this before, though, never shown any interest in him sexually the way he exudes to her. some part of him thinks it might be a messed up function from her brain space -- like she needs to have sex with him in order to make him stay, but it's never been anything like that. cartman may move away after high school, but liane will always have kenny. he's just as stuck as she is. )
No, I just... ( he takes a step in, purposeful, hesitant hands reaching forward to touch her waist, bunch up her robe. he tilts his head, eyes glancing down to her body, wanting to her expose her again -- he doesn't think about the age difference between them, anyway, because it's not like he's at a loss here. fucking an older chick? nothing wrong with that. ) I thought you were waiting for someone, ma'am. I didn't know you were expecting -- well, me. It's kind of surprising.
( but he grins, cheeky, leaning forward so he can kiss her cheek, politely. he's a good boy. )
Can we go back inside? I promise I'll stop being a gentleman.