Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: gordonfrohman
Subject: Fussy Boy - Prelide (MFb watching Mb, inc, ped, exob)


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   Elizabeth sat in silence in the passenger side of a medium-sized U-Haul
as it flew at max speed on off-road terrain.  As the truck bumped and
jerked, she clutched her child tightly to her chest.  The Japanese-American
man at the steering wheel peered through his thick-framed glasses, his eyes
fixated on the horizon.  Despite lacking a map and directional equipment,
he seemed to know exactly where he was going.  There was a time when
Elizabeth swore she would never trust another man.  But now she entrusted
the safety, wellbeing, and even the future of her family to a man that she
barely knew.

   Elizabeth was married once.  She had given her former lover everything.
He took her virginity.  She bore his child.  She sponsored his American
citizenship.  She gave him her body whenever he asked.  She stayed loyal to
him for years...  only for him to run away with his secretary, leaving her
to raise an infant boy on her own.  The life of a single mother has taken
its toll on Elizabeth.  The sleepless nights have drawn circles under her
eyes, the constant tears have printed faint stains on her cheeks.  She's
cared little for her appearance since the messy divorce she went through
nearly six years ago.  But confirmation from the lustful eyes of men isn't
something that Elizabeth was interested in seeking anymore.  As far as she
was concerned, there was only one man in this world she felt any loyalty
to, that she needed to make happy: her son Aiden.

   Aiden was quite the handful.  Even now, he fidgeted and fussed in her
lap.  The small portable game that had secured his attention for the
majority of the trip was out of batteries.  The constant "Are we there
yet?"'s and complaints about the bumpiness of the ride were taking its toll
on Elizabeth's patience.  But she never once scolded the boy.  There were
some of her friends who said she was too soft with him.  But none of them
realized, nay, they could NEVER realize, that he saved her just as much as
she saved him.  He provided comfort to her, the kind of comfort only a man
can provide to a woman, when no other man on this Earth would.  He gave her
the one thing she kept telling herself that she didn't want, didn't need...
but she knew deep down inside she couldn't live her life without.

   The one man who knew this fact, other than Aiden himself, was Mr. 
Haruki Iro, the driver of the U-Haul.  There was one other person who knew,
his wife, but she couldn't accompany them on this trip due to the limited
seating.  The way that Mr.  Iro found out was the very way Elizabeth was
certain she would one day end up in prison: he was told by Aiden, despite
her telling him a thousand times to keep their "playtime activities" a
secret.  Mr.  Iro had started working as a contractor for her company some
weeks ago.  He kindly offered to pick her son up from school one day, when
she had been bogged down with mandatory overtime.  When she came home to
find Iro sitting on her couch with Aiden next to him, watching a
pornographic video together, she threatened to call the police.  What he
told her was the last thing Elizabeth expected to hear in that moment: that
she and her son didn't have to hide anymore.  That there was a place where
they could be together, as a family, without fear or shaming from the
people around them.  It was if all of her prayers were answered.

   Elizabeth quite literally jumped at the prospect of being able to live
such a life.  Without hesitation she packed all of her belongings and set
out for this new world with her son at her side.  She didn't bother to give
notice at her job, nor to settle the lease with her landlord.  She didn't
tell any of her friends, not even her parents.  Even if she didn't tell
them her reason for leaving, they would have still certainly tried to
convince her that it was foolish to follow a strange man into the middle of
nowhere.

   As Elizabeth looked out the window, all she could see were rolling
plains and lone trees.  It was nearly sunset, but darker outside than
expected.  Outside of the driverside window, she saw that they were passing
in the shadow of a mountain.  The headlights of the U-Haul had been turned
on some time ago.  Mr.  Iro was skillfully dodging rocks, animals, and
other obstacles.  They had been off of the main road for hours now.  If
they broke down, no one would be able to help them.

   That thought made Elizabeth shudder, but she did her best to maintain
her composure.  She had to be strong for Aiden.  Luckily, the boy seemed to
be remain blissfully ignorant of their current circumstance.

   Aiden was tugging down at his mother's top.  Elizabeth was dressed half
formal, and half slutty: a low cut top underneath a dress jacket, short
business skirt, heels and stockings.  Her top exhibited ample cleavage, and
she wore no bra underneath.  She was told by Haruki that there would be an
interview upon their arrival.  She wanted to look the part.

   "Oh baby, " Elizabeth responded in a hush, unsettled voice, "we won't be
able to stop until we get to our new home.  If you drink mommy's milk now
you might need a pee break." This was only half true.  They needed to get
to their destination while there was still light in the sky.  But the
reason for Elizabeth's reluctance was her embarrassment at breastfeeding in
front of a man.  This didn't stop Aiden from simply yanking her top down
and pulling her breast out.  She acquiesced, resting her right arm on the
car door so that she could support his head as he suckled.  She sheepishly
lifted the left part of her jacket to give herself a little privacy, but it
did little in that regard.

   "It's fine," Mr.  Iro insisted.  "We're almost there." He was a man of
few words, but he was also well-spoken and immensely polite.  His
mannerisms were enough to put Elizabeth somewhat at ease, allowing her to
relax while nursing her son.  "I have twin boys of my own," he continued
after some time, making small talk to make Elizabeth feel more comfortable.
"I'm sure they can't wait to meet Aiden."

   He motioned to the glove compartment, and Elizabeth used her free hand
to open it.  The only thing inside was a thick driver's manual.  When she
extracted it, an assortment of polaroid pictures fell onto her lap.  The
manual fell to at her feet with a loud thud as she covered her gasping
mouth in shock and amazement at these photographs.  Each one was of a boy,
even younger than Aiden, being throat-fucked, anally penetrated, or in an
otherwise entirely compromising position.  "That first one is my darling
Inaba...  oh and this one here of Akira, my sweet boy..." Haruki gushed,
never taking his eyes off the road.  Looking closer at the pictures,
Elizabeth could see how they were of two different boys.  He appeared to be
able to discern the twins, even out of the corner of his eye.  The other
thing Elizabeth could notice was that the adult cock in the picture was
always the same one.  The man's face was always obscured or off-camera, but
it was undoubtedly Mr.  Iro himself.  "They're not old enough yet to have
adult playmates," he sighed, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.  "But
I'm sure they'll have a blast playing with Aiden."

   Mr.  Iro had already explained the nature of The Community to Elizabeth,
but to see it visually was still jarring.  Moreso than the pictures was how
Mr.  Iro spoke so nonchalantly about the ways he fucked his own children.
In the pictures, Elizabeth noticed that Haruki was quite a bit shorter and
narrower than her ex-husband, but it seemed to be just the right size to go
balls-deep into these toddlers' holes.

   A million thoughts and emotions rushed through Elizabeth at once.  Was
she making the right decision for Aiden?  Would he "fit in" with the way
The Community treated boys of his age?  Would he enjoy it?  The twins in
the picture unmistakebly did.  Their facial expressions...  Aiden never
elicited such excitement when he laid with his mother.  Perhaps this would
be a good opportunity for Aiden to learn a new experience.

   Elizabeth, for her part, was certainly learning something about herself
in that moment.  Having come from a very conservative religious background,
she never would've imagined man-on-boy love could look so beautiful. 
Elizabeth felt herself becoming incredibly wet, and it didn't help that
Aiden was rubbing her panties under her skirt, as he usually did when
suckling.

   Elizabeth's infatuation with the pictures distracted her from the fact
that the truck had come to a complete stop, and that Aiden had unlatched
from her nipple and fallen asleep on her arm.  She hadn't even heard Haruki
get out.  Outside of the passenger side window was a small building, and
cones were laying scattered in front of the vehicle blocking the path
forward.  This must be a small checkpoint for The Community.  The cones
didn't do much to stop someone from continuing, but given that the area is
so remote it probably didn't matter anyway.

   Elizabeth hastily pulled up the right side of her top, undid her
seatbelt, grabbed a manila folder she had on the dash, and carried sleep
Aiden as she stepped out of the U-Haul.  Even though this must've been the
place for the interview, Elizabeth couldn't bring herself to wake Aiden.  A
mother's softness.

   Upon stepping into the building, Elizabeth saw a woman sitting at a
small desk, and Mr Iro was resting his back on the opposite wall.  The two
were conversing when Elizabeth had entered.  "We didn't want to disturb
you," Mr Iro said with a warm smile.  He politely pulled out the chair
facing the desk for Elizabeth.

   "Welcome to The Community," the woman at the desk addressed Elizabeth as
she sat down cradling a sleeping Aiden in her arms.  The greeter was an
African American woman, looking about Elizabeth's age.  She wore a dress
shirt that bursting at the seams trying to contain what must've been bigger
than DD breasts.  Perplexingly to Elizabeth, the woman wore a white
headscarf that covered most of her hair, but did nothing to hide the
abundant cleavage showing due to the top buttons of her shirt being undone.

   "Andrea is here to make you feel right at home in The Community," Mr Iro
explained as he pushed Elizabeth's chair in.  "She's very good at her job."

   "Oh, you" Andrea effused.  The two clearly interacted often.  "I'm just
the greeter.  You and your boy will receive a *proper* Community welcome
once you're in the town limits." The phrase made Elizabeth gulp.  "First
we'll just need to get a few things straightened out.  This won't take
long. I'm sure you and your son are eager to begin your new lives here."

   Liz hesitantly handed over the folder she brought in.  Andrea comforted,
"there's no reason to be nervous.  This is more of a formality.  Haruki
here is a runner, one of the most trusted members of The Community,"
Elizabeth turned her head behind her to look at the Japanese-American man,
who had returned to resting his back on the wall behind her.  "If he can
vouch for you, there's no doubt that you and your family belong here."

   "Thank you, that's very reassuring." Elizabeth replied.  She was still a
bit anxious; the current situation brought back memories of her marriage
interview for her ex-husband's green card.  The personal, sexual questions
always gave her trouble; her religious upbringing made her uncomfortable
discussing such things in front of people.  But she was so close, she was
prepared to do whatever it takes to secure a new life for herself and her
son.

   "I see all your paperwork is in order," Andrea declared as she finished
perusing the contents of the folder.  It included standard identifying
documents, as well STD tests for Elizabeth and Aiden (though she didn't
understand why Aiden needed to get tested).  "Now, I'm required to ask: his
father," Andrea nodded towards Aiden in Liz's lap, "where is he?  Will he
be looking for Aiden?"

   Elizabeth shut her eyes, and breathed a heavy sigh.  "I don't think he
even cares where Aiden is right now.  He never has."

   When Elizabeth opened her eyes, they were met by a very sympathetic
expression from Andrea.  It was apparent that she went through something
similar.  "I understand.  I'm sorry to bring it up.  It's just that given
the nature of The Community, we need to make absolutely sure-"

   "No, I know." Elizabeth reassured.

   Andrea nodded.  "With that out of the way, I have some questions here
that will help ascertain where you'll fit in in The Community.  Tell me,
Elizabeth, do you have any skills?"

   "Well, I have an Associate's, and I can type about 90 words per minute.
I'm familiar with most office software.  And before working in data entry I
had a job as a librarian's assistant."

   Andrea started to scribble some notes.  "Oh how nice!  The Community
library is in need of an assistant.  I'm sure you'd love the job.  You'd
get to play with the kiddies day in and out." Elizabeth wanted to open her
mouth to say that her job mostly entailed shelving books, not reading to
kids, but thought better of interrupting such an innocent comment.  "My son
loves to spend time at The Community library."

   "Oh, what books does he read?" Elizabeth inquired.

   "Books?  HAHAHAHAhaha" Andrea exploded in laughter, and even Mr.  Iro
could be heard audibly chuckling.  Elizabeth was thoroughly confused.

   "Oh you're funny Ms Elizabeth" Andrea chortled, wiping a tear of
laughter.  "Now, for Aiden," she resumed, composing herself.  "I see he's
just turned 6.  The Community's schools require that children his age have
been trained."

   "Oh yes, he's been potty trained since he was 3."

   "No, no." Andrea shook her head.  "I mean has he been trained anally?"

   There was a moment of dead silence.

   "Has Aiden been fucked in the ass?"

   Elizabeth mouth went agape.  Before she could even think of a response,
Haruki answered for her: "Perhaps it would be best if Aiden is homeschooled
for 1st grade.  He and his mother can take some time to settle in."

   Andrea tilted her head back, and Elizabeth worried that she was
beginning to have doubts about her and Aiden being allowed into The
Community.  After coming all this way, she wasn't about to give up now. 
She worked up the resolve to respond to the question herself, but before
she could a little boy emerged from the backroom behind Andrea.  He was a
cute little black boy, about Aiden's age, no doubt Andrea's son.

   "Mom, I'm hungry." the boy grumbled as he reached at his mother's
cleavage.  It seemed he and Aiden were similar in more ways than their age.

   "Abdurrazzaq, I'm working right now," Andrea patted her son's head to
placate him.  Elizabeth thought to herself that the name was quite a
mouthful, and certainly a very different name than his mother's.  "Look,
baby, Mr.  Iro's back today.  Maybe he can feed you some of his milk." She
spun her boy around and patted him on the butt to motion him towards
Haruki.

   Odd, I didn't see him carrying a bottle of milk around, Elizabeth
thought to herself, bewildered.  If there was one in the truck, the milk
would most certainly be spoiled.  What was even more baffling was the way
Andrea felt so SURE that Haruki had a bottle of milk on hand with which to
feed her son.

   Andrea fixed up her shirt and her headscarf before reaching in one of
the drawers in her desk.  She pulled out her reading glasses, and a pair of
pamphlets, one of which she handed to Elizabeth.  "Now, Ms Elizabeth, I
just wanted to go over some of the aspects of Community life with you.  As
you know, we are an autonomous population, and that means everyone will
need to do their part." Elizabeth nodded in staunch agreement.  Andrea
continued, "So, food production and distribution is handled in shifts.  On
the first and third Monday of every month..."

   Though Andrea intended to listen in carefully, her concentration was
perturbed by the unmistakable sound of Haruki's belt buckle hitting the
floor.  Elizabeth had a sinking feeling that she knew what was about to
transpire right behind her, but she dared not turn around.  This was partly
due to her religious upbringing making her averse to watching such things,
but she also wanted to show to Andrea that she would not allow herself to
be fazed by it.  Elizabeth wanted to prove that she could fit into a
society where unrelated adults and children made love to one another, even
if she herself wasn't inclined to that.

   "...the mayor and principal of the school are positions tenured for four
years, with election cycles staggered..." as Andrea droned on, Elizabeth
tried her best to focus.  This was made exceedingly difficult as Elizabeth
began to hear loud, slurping noises.  Elizabeth was ill at ease, but could
not betray herself.

   "...  our hospital is fully staffed, with a number of doctors, nurses,
and specialists, and even a well-resourced maternity ward...." The slurping
noises ended aburptly with a "pop".  Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief,
perhaps now she could finally concentrate.  Andrea, still reading aloud,
rose from her chair, and pulled it our from behind her for some reason. 
She wheeled it around to the front of the desk, and in her peripheral
vision Elizabeth saw Haruki's hand grab it to pull it towards him.  Andrea
reached into the drawers once again, pulling out a small, squeezable bottle
of lubrication.  Elizabeth once again saw Haruki's arm extend past her to
accept it.  It took all of her willpower to remain face-forward.

   "Now, Ms Elizabeth," Andrea went on, now standing up without a chair,
"I'll need to discuss some aspects of Aiden's Community rearing with you.
Will that be fine?" Elizabeth nodded a bit too fiercely, as if trying to
shake off the uneasiness she was shouldering.  It proved folly, as no soon
after this did the black boy cry out from behind her.  Amazingly, Andrea
simply continued speaking, calm and composed.  From where Andrea was
standing, she must've been able to not only hear, but also SEE, what was
happening to her son.  She carried on as if there was nothing wrong with
him caterwauling and whimpering, being raped by a man fourty years older
than him, right before her very eyes.

   Elizabeth had to remind herself that in the Community, they didn't see
staturory rape as such.  After all, if they did, she would be guilty of it
as well.  But it didn't make her any less uncomfortable.  At this point,
Elizabeth wasn't just trying to drown out the sounds of the man-on-boy
mating taking place in close proximity to her, but also the sound of the
thoughts in her head.  Would Aiden go through what Andrea's son was going
through right now?  Was he ready for such a thing?  Would he even WANT to?

   Elizabeth could feel her heart racing inside her chest.  What if she was
making the wrong decision?  In this moment, Elizabeth just wanted to carry
Aiden out of here and run away.  She felt her hands moving against her
will...  but not to grab hold of Aiden.  Her hand ran up her thigh and
under her skirt, and she found herself to be wet.

   She finally realized about herself what her sheltered childhood
prevented her from admitting: that she WANTED to see her son get fucked in
this manner.  The thought of him getting pounded by an adult man turned her
on immensely.  Unable to control herself any longer, she slowly turned her
head to look behind her.

   Andrea's son was bent over on the chair, both he and Haruki had their
pants at their ankles.  The adult man was hammering downwards into the poor
boy's anus with wild abandon.  It was a breathtaking scene to behold.

   Mr.  Iro sped up, and so did Elizabeth's heartrate.  His panting became
more and more audible until it matched the volume of the child's yelps. 
With one final thrust, his hips fell upon the boy's asscheeks like a gavel.
Their moans resonated with one another as they came together.

   This caused Elizabeth to feel an intense heat between her legs, and
shivers down her spine.  For the first time in her life, she attained
orgasm without any stimulation to her pussy whatsoever.

   In her post-ejaculatory clarity, Elizabeth chastized herself internally
for her lewd thoughts.  She felt an immense amount of guilt for wanting to
see Aiden rutted in such a way.  What kind of a mother was she?  She may
have laid with her son, yes, but those were initiated by Aiden himself. 
Now, Elizabeth had brought him to a land where he would be-

   "Ms.  Elizabeth?"

   Elizabeth whipped forward towards Andrea, her face beet red with
embarrassment.  She was so beguiled by the lovemaking and so lost in her
thoughts that she hadn't heard a word that Andrea had said.  Elizabeth
simply smiled at her awkwardly.

   "Would that be alright with you, Ms.  Elizabeth?" Andrea queried once
again.

   "Oh uhm, y-yes!  Mhmm.  Yep.  Of course."

   "Wonderful!" Andrea began scribbling some notes.  "I'll arrange for a
man from the Community to take Aiden's anal virginity this afternoon."

   "WHAT!!  NO, no I-"

   Andrea slowly raised her head, one eyebrow elevated in repudiation.  For
several minutes, the entire room was dead silent.  Haruki and Abdurrazzaq
had stopped their post-coital makeout as well, ostensibly surprised at
Elizabeth.  All the things that have happened in this room, and they're
looking at me like I'M the crazy person, Elizabeth thought to herself.

   The one to ultimately break the silence, saving his mother once again,
was Aiden.  He had stirred awake from his slumber.  Ironically, the loud
sounds of the copulation occurring minutes ago did nothing to faze him. 
Rather, Elizabeth knew that Aiden only wakes up when he craves his mom's
"attention".

   Aiden fretted and crooned in his mother's lap.  Without uttering a
single word, without even opening his eyes, he unceremoniously reached up
and pulled down his mother's top, unconcerned with the number of eyes
scrutinizing the two in this moment.  His mouth expertly found and latched
onto his mother's nipple immediately, and his other hand delved down
between her legs.  He felt up her panties, which were soaked from her
orgasm just prior.

   "Ai- Aiden, honey," Elizabeth spluttered, "remember what I told you,
mmh, baby.  We don't, ah, play, with Mommy in front of other people... 
heh..."

   Andrea turned around and walked over to turn on the light in the room
behind her.  "I have a couch back here if that would be more comfortable
for you." Her tone was not that of a host catering to her guest, but rather
that of a storeowner begrudingly accomodating a patron in the hopes that
she would be gone soon.

   Elizabeth wanted to take up Andrea on that offer.  She reached her arms
around Aiden's back to carry him, but instead he pushed her arm off,
unlatched from her nipple and stood upright on her lap.  "Mom," Aiden
looked deep into his mother's eyes, a solemn expression on his face, "you
said that once we came to our new home, we wouldn't need to hide anymore."

   And just like that, the voices haunting Elizabeth's thoughts were
altogether silenced.  She understood now, the reason why she came here. 
And it was Aiden who reminded her of that.  She pulled him in close and
gave her a deep kiss on the head.

   "Would you still like to use the backroom?" Elizabeth heard Andrea ask.

   "Actually, I," Elizabeth couldn't believe she was saying this, "I'd like
to use your desk.  Right here.  If that's alright."

   Andrea grinned from ear to ear.  Elizabeth could see that all her doubts
had subsided.

   Andrea practically lept towards the table, and with one stroke of her
arm swooped everything off of it to the side.  Papers were scattered, and
the pen tray hit the floor with a loud crash.

   Elizabeth stood Aiden up, and got up herself.  She turned her backside
towards Andrea, sticking her ass out.  The fellow mother instinctively knew
what was being asked of her.  Andrea reached forward across the desk, and
skillfully unzipped Elizabeth's short pencil skirt, which fell at
Elizabeth's ankles.

   She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her panties, and lowered them,
seductively.  It was something she had only ever done for her husband, in
the privacy of their bedroom.  Now, she did it for her son, in front of
several people.

   Elizabeth tossed her panties to the side, and lay back on the table. 
She spread her legs wide, and beckoned to her son.  "Come, baby.  Take
Mommy's pussy."

   Aiden didn't hesitate.  He hadn't been tainted by "normal" society.  He
did what any good boy would to for his mother in that situation: he flung
his shorts off, walked over to his mother, and started fucking the hole he
himself emerged from six years prior.  As he did, he buried his head in her
cleavage, and she held him there gently.

   "Shall I hold your legs for you?" Andrea leaned forward from behind
Elizabeth to hold her legs upright.

   "Oh...  thank you," Elizabeth replied to Andrea without looking up at
her.  All of her attention was focused on her son in her bosom.  No.  He
was more than her son.  He was her man, her lover.  He now fully replaced
the man that had left Elizabeth years ago, and in some ways Aiden even
surpassed him.

   Even now, Aiden satisfied Elizabeth in a way that her ex "husband" never
could.  Sure, the tool that he used to fuck her is miniscule compared to
the size of his biological father's.  But it was the WAY in which Aiden
made love to her: uncaring about the onlookers, uncaring even that his
mother was preoccupied with an interview.  Her son NEEDED her, and her
ex-husband never deserved her to begin with.  To Elizabeth, no man on this
Earth could compare to Aiden; no man but he lived in her womb for nine
months.  The doctor may have severed the umbilical cord, but mother and son
shared a stronger bond that could never be cut.

   It didn't matter to Elizabeth that Aiden was incapable of cumming for
her.  One day, her son would grow big and strong, and become even more
well-hung than his father.  On that day, his cock will hit right up against
her cervix, and shoot load after load of seed into her womb.  For every day
until then, his mother's legs will be open for him.  Because they don't
need to hide anymore.  Today, they are home.