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 Taking Timmy's Tiny Tookus

   bb, tb ws, scat, oral, anal, lac, incest

   By Antonio Green antoniogreen@writeme.com

   This story will contain scenes of sex between boys and a boy and his
infant (then toddler) brother including watersports and scat scenes.  It
also will contain recollections of forced incest and boy prostitution.  But
the basis of the story is love -- love between brothers and love between
boys.

   In this Chapter, Danny's mother gets to know Danny -- her son's 13-year
old lover -- better.  She welcome him into her home even though she
suspects he is having sex with Danny.  Not much sex in this chapter and no
raunch.  It's a transitional chapter setting up some fun still to come.

   If any of this offends you, do not read this story.  If this is illegal
where you live, do not read this story.  If you are underage, do not read
this story (come back when you're old enough).  But if you'd like to read a
well-written story by a professional writer, enjoy.

   And please do not print this story on a public computer and leave it in
the printer (as was done with Chapter 1).

   Chapter 7: Deep Promises

   From Chapter 6:

   Just at that moment, they heard a car pull up outside.  Rushing to the
window, they saw Debra climbing out of the front seat.

   Brian kissed Danny quickly.  "Not much time left, Big D.  I love you so
much."

   "Not as much as I love you," Danny countered.

   "Asshole!  One more thing.  Do you think I could come over sometime and
like see your little brother.  Not do anything much.  But eating his poop
sounds so awesome."

   Danny reached up, flung his arms around his lover's neck and planted
another juicy kiss on his lips.

   "It'd be great!" Danny answered.

   Now on to Chapter 7

   Debra commented to Danny how happy he seemed on the ride home from
Brian's.

   "Brian seems like a really nice boy.  I'm glad you're helping him with
his schoolwork.  But I'm not sure," she said, "about you going to his
house, though.  He lives in a rough neighborhood and his home doesn't look
so nice."

   What Debra didn't say was that she'd contacted Mrs.  Swanson, the
principal at Danny's school, to ask about Brian.  She'd been concerned
about the older boy's willingness to befriend a boy four years his junior.
The principal reassured her that Brian was a "good boy." He was an
exceptionally good math student, working a year above his grade level.  But
he was abysmal in his other subjects because his reading was so poor.

   That's why Danny's friendship had been so productive.  Since being in
the "Buddy Reading Program," eighth grader Brian had reached fifth grade
reading proficiency.  The school pretended that Brian was the lead for
Danny in the program, but all the teachers knew Danny was really helping
Brian become better at this critical skill.  For the first time in years,
Brian seemed interested in reading.  It was due, according to the woman, to
Danny's help.

   The principal continued to unfold the school's vision of the O'Herlihy
family.  The school felt Brian was pretty much on his own in the family,
the principal said.  He was passably dressed and usually clean.  But
neither the big brother nor father took much interest in the boy.  She
didn't know, of course, the type of interest the older O'Herlihys actually
took in the thirteen year old: the regular sexual abuse, daily forcing him
to be their piss toilet, frequently using him as their shit toy, and using
him as a source of easy income when they rented his body.  Had they known
that, they would have brought in child protective services long ago.

   But they didn't know.  And they saw the relationship between Brian and
Danny as beneficial to both.  Along with Brian's reading skills improving
considerably, Danny had become more sociable with his own classmates.  He'd
come out of his shell to some degree and was more confident speaking in
class.  It was as if Brian had become Danny's big brother.  Even with the
age difference, Danny's principal told Debra, the school encouraged them to
spend time together.

   That was all Debra needed to hear.  While she wasn't comfortable having
Danny spend much time in Brian's rough neighborhood, she wanted to provide
a place for the boys to develop their brotherly relationship.

   When Danny heard his mother say she wasn't comfortable having Danny
spend time at Brian's, his spirits deflated.  He was ready to start
yelling, something he seldom did with anyone, let alone his mother.  He
gulped and prepared to argue but his mother cut him off before he had a
chance to get started.

   "But as I said, he seems so nice and I can tell you really like him. 
Would you like him to come over to our house instead of your going to his?
At least some of the time?"

   "Yay!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Can I ask him over tomorrow?" Danny chattered.

   Danny knew he wouldn't be able to play all the fun games at his house
they'd played that afternoon at Brian's.  And while Danny loved the sexy,
nasty games, he loved Brian more and wanted to see him even if they
couldn't be sexy with each other.

   "Of course you can ask him over.  But tomorrow's Friday, so he may have
other plans."

   "If he doesn't," Danny chirped, "can I see if he can sleep over?"

   In answer to his question, Debra Peters reached over and gave her son a
hug as she drove.  Danny had never had a sleepover.  For two reasons, she
knew.  Danny had never had any friends in school.  He'd been a loner who
avoided being bullied by being invisible.  And, while the problem wasn't an
every night problem, Danny still wet the bed on the order of one out of
every three or four nights.

   "That's be wonderful, darling.  I'll stop at the store to get some
GoodNites in case you'll need more.  You can wait here in the car for me."

   Danny leaned over and gave his mother a big, fat, wet kiss on the cheek.
He then turned around and threw a kiss at Timmy who was sleeping quietly in
his infant car seat in the back.

   Once home, Danny threw his backpack on the floor in the hallway.  He had
trouble settling down.  He was excited about tomorrow night.  He was
excited about spending the night with his best buddy.  He was excited about
all the filthy things he and Brian had done together.  And maybe someday
could do again.

   As he danced nervously around the house, his penis erected, somewhat
painfully from the over stimulation it's received.  He squeezed its tip out
of Mama's sight, sending shivers throughout his body.  But when he did, he
remembered the contraband in his pack.  He prayed Mama hadn't unpacked it
as she sometimes did.  Fortunately, she hadn't so Danny carted the bag to
his room.

   In his room, Danny looked around.  It was so clean.  So neat.  It looked
like him or at least the way people thought of him -- clean and pure. 
Unlike Brian's room, his walls were covered in posters Mama had chosen. 
Only Recently, though, he'd asked for one of his favorite teen star, Brian
Lamoine.  Another Brian.  Another Brian he was in love with.  Danny dug the
ZipLoc bag of orange pills out of his pack and slipped it into the back of
his toy box.  If what his lover had said was right about these pills, they
would make his favorite toy in funner.

   Even though his "favorite toy" was sore, Danny slipped his hand into his
underwear and began rubbing and pinching it.  Maybe he could give himself
another good feeling.  Orgasm, Brian had taught him.  He'd give himself
another orgasm thinking about playing in Brian's messy, stinky poopoo. 
Maybe he could play in both of his Brians' poopoo.  He thought of the sexy
14-year old teen star squatting over him and releasing a torrent of poop on
to his little dickie, mixing it with his real lover Brian's shit.  Shit. 
The two Brians had shit, not poopoo.  They were big boys and they were his
masters.  His shit masters!

   Just as he started to sense the feeling getting closer, Timmy began
crying in Mama's room.

   "Sweety," Mama called, "could you see if Timmy needs changing."

   Timmy.  The boy Danny loved more than anything.  His own brother.  His
own sweet brother.

   "I'll get him, Mama.  But you're sposed to call me `Big D.' Remember?"

   Entering Mama's bedroom, it was obvious Timmy needed changing.  The big
one, too, not just pee.  Danny looked down at the little grub worm, as he
called Timmy sometimes.  It could have been a hateful nickname, but Danny
said it with a great deal of love, love like he'd only felt for one other
person.

   He untaped the tiny diaper.  Leaning over, he prepared to catch the
inevitable fountain from the little rod.  "No," he told himself.  Brian was
enough.  He'd play nasty games with him.  He'd stop doing it with his
brother.  No more.  Never again.

   Still leaning close, with a washcloth in his hand to catch any urine
that might spout from his tiny brother's little hose, Danny pulled the
front of the diaper away.  Typically, when the cool air hit the infant's
penis, it stimulated a reflex.  A high, warm stream erupted from the little
pee opening.  But it never fell back on the infant.  Nor was it caught in
the washcloth still clutched in Danny's hand.  Instead, Danny covered the
small organ with his mouth and caught the piss flow full in his mouth. 
"Never" hadn't lasted long.

   Two thoughts struggled for priority in Danny's mind.  The loudest was
"I'm such a bad brother." But the strongest, most persistent thought was
"This tastes so good.  It feels so good.  So right.  And if Timmy didn't
enjoy it, how come his dickie is so hard?"

   When the flow stopped, Danny pulled the infant's legs gently upward and
licked the brownish green sludge that smeared Timmy's pubis, legs, butt
crack and butthole.  It tasted and looked different.  Then Danny remembered
his mother was feeding Timmy small amounts of mooshed up veggies. 
Different.  Better, even.  More like what he'd eaten of Brian's BM.

   Danny knew he'd never stop.  He loved Timmy too much.  He wanted to
teach his brother all the wonders of pee and poop ...  and the great
feeling..

   After he'd tongue-washed Timmy, Danny licked his finger thoroughly and
slowly pushed it against the tight baby sphincter.  He knew he had to be
slow and careful.  He'd been playing with his own poop hole since he was
five.  First his own finger, then heads of his toy soldiers, then marbles,
and ever increasingly large items.  But he remembered well the first time
he'd pushed his own finger in.

   At five, when Danny began his own ass play, he didn't have much
subtlety, just unfocused, unbridled horniness and a desire to feel where
his poop came from.  The ragged fingernail scratched going in and a sharp
pain stabbed his hole.  The pain should have been enough to stop him and
force him to pull out.  But his determination to touch the piece of poop
sitting a short way in won over and he pushed his finger forward, hard and
fast.  Victory!  The mooshy softness of Danny's next BM spread around his
finger.  And though his tight little boy hole stung, his little pole stood
up to its full inch and a half hard height.  No pain could wash away the
wonderful nastiness, the filthy boy joy he felt.

   But Danny wasn't sure if Timmy -- at two months old -- would enjoy the
feeling of a finger going in his little, tight, pink hole.  He remembered
the other day.  Timmy had liked the feeling of his tongue, so older brother
licked infant's brother's secret place, the place Danny loved having
licked, the place Timmy had loved having licked.  Taking his time, he let
his tongue widen the tight hole.  Even though he'd just tongue bathed his
little brother, Danny could taste the tang of poop.  The lovely, delicious
tang.

   Timmy cooed as Danny slowly pushed an inch of his tongue into the infant
rectum.  Drool sluiced down Danny's chin and Timmy's butt.  Danny caught it
on his middle finger, then slipped his finger next to his tongue, impaled
in Timmy's hole.  Barely missing a beat, Danny replaced the finger for the
tongue, getting it easily into Timmy's open hole.  A second later he had
engulfed Timmy's inch long hardness.

   Danny was so happy at that moment.  His little brother was giggling and
chirping, showing how much he loved the attention Danny was giving him. 
Showing how much he loved the feeling of Danny's middle finger slowly
fucking in and out of his rubbery asshole.  Only one thing could make Danny
happier: Having Brian there to join in.
As he thought of his 13-year old lover, Danny sucked harder and pushed
his finger in as deep as it would go.  His little brother stiffened,
jerked, spasmed as if in the throes of a seizure.  But Danny knew it wasn't
a seizure.  He'd just given his infant brother an orgasm, just as one

overtook his own thin body.

   Danny sorely wanted Brian to share the joys he felt with his little
brother, Danny mused as he finished Timmy's actual cleaning and changing.
The older boy had listened to Danny's brief tale about his activities with
his little brother with great interest.  And a pronounced hard-on.  But how
would he feel about being part of them?  Dare he ask?

   The phone rang as Danny was washing his mouth out with mouthwash.  He'd
love to keep the taste of Timmy's pee and poop in his mouth the entire
evening, but he was afraid his Mama would smell it; then what would she
think?

   "Big D, your friend is on the phone," Debra called from downstairs.

   On the phone!  Danny had never had a friend call him on the phone
before. Not surprising since he really didn't have any friends who'd call
him.  It could only be one friend.  Only one.  Please be that friend. 
Please.

   Danny picked up the phone in his room.  "Got it, Mama." He waited to
hear the other phone click off.

   "Hello," Danny whispered breathlessly into the phone.  "This is Danny."

   "Course it's Danny.  Who else would it be?" The adolescent voice on the
other end squeaked.  It was him!

   "Hi, Brian.  How are you?" Danny was at a loss for words.  Everything he
wanted to say was jammed down deep inside and couldn't make it out.

   "Full.  I still got a BIG part of you in me, dude.  Every time I take a
step your monster turd reminds me of how much fun I had.  And how much I
love you."

   "I love you, too," Danny whispered.  No reason to let his Mama know
exactly how he felt about Brian.  Both boys remained silent for what seemed
like minutes though it was only 15 seconds or so.  Finally, Danny broke the
silence.

   "Mama said I could ask you over.  Can you come over tomorrow?  Please?"

   "I gotta check my schedule.  Hold on."

   "Schedule?" Danny asked a little too loudly.  "What schedule.  It's
Friday!"

   "My dad's here.  I gotta see if he's got anything planned with
customers. Fridays are sometimes big nights for them.  Sorry, dude.  Hold
on."

   "Customers." Danny knew what that meant.  It bothered him, but he wasn't
sure why.  Maybe because Brian didn't like working for his father and
brother; didn't like working for them but liked most of the stuff he did.
Maybe, Danny mused, he didn't like sharing Brian.  That thought tightened
his stomach and made him feel like pooping.

   Danny paced around his room, cordless phone pressed to his ear.  He
could hear some loud conversation in the background, but none of the voices
seemed to be Brian's.  After a couple of minutes, Brian came back on.

   "Dude, we can totally do it.  I'll go right to your place after school.
Is that okay?"

   Danny stopped pacing and began dancing instead.  "Okay?  It's great! 
I'm not sure what we can do, but I cannot wait.  I'm so happy!"

   Brian responded, "We'll be able to do something, I know.  I'll figure it
out.  One thing for sure, I'll still have `Super Turd' in me."

   Danny giggled.  "You're so sick."

   The boys talked about boy stuff for about 20 minutes when Brian's father
yelled at him to "get off the fuckin' phone, you pansy."

   Later, in bed while Debra was tucking him in, Danny asked her, "What's a
pansy?"

   "It's a flower, Big D," she answered, fearing the real intent of the
question.

   "Not that, Mama.  If someone calls a boy that, what's it mean?"

   Debra Peters puled her son into her arms.  "Did someone call you that,
Sweety?"

   "Not me, Mama.  I promise.  I heard a man call another kid that.  I'm
telling the truth."

   "Pansy's a mean word.  It can mean a boy who's kind of girly.  Or one
who's weak.  Or even a boy who's gay.  Anyone who calls a boy that is a
mean, nasty person.  And I believe that it wasn't you.  But please, if it's
someone you know, maybe that person needs a really good friend.  Like I
know you can be."

   Debra kissed her son, leaving him to wiggle and toss in bed, excited
about seeing his special -- really special -- friend in his own home.  It
was impossible for Danny to fall asleep until he took matters into his own
hands.  He was able to rub one more, slightly painful spasm out of his
little boy dick.  Then he drifted off excited but worrying about his young
lover.

   In school the next day, Brian sought Danny out before classes started.

   "Still got "Super Turd" in me," he whispered to Danny in the quad on his
way down to his eighth grade class.

   Danny squinched up his face.  "Didn't you have to, you know, poop it out
this morning?  I almost always gotta poop in the morning."

   "Naw.  Don't want to.  Wanna keep it in me for us today.  Plus, when
I've done this before, it usually don't wanna come out on its own.  I gotta
help it with an enema."

   "You going to try and do that tonight?  I don't think we can." Danny
said.

   "No way.  I got three customers tomorrow who're as nasty as us.  I'll do
it with them.  When I tell them where `Super Turd' comes from, they'll
freak."

   The day dragged for both boys.  Although they talked about the previous
day's fun during Buddy Reading Period, they didn't do anything.  By
agreement, they wanted to "save it all" for the afternoon.  Brian did
squirm a bit, telling Danny that the monster turd inside him hurt a little.
But it also felt really good and made him extremely hard.  He did pull the
top of his tattered Levis and dirty underwear down enough to show his
friend.  That's as far as they got.

   Danny's Mama picked them up after school and drove them home.  Brian,
always a talkative boy around his mates, sunk into atypical shyness during
the ride in the front seat.  Danny sat in back with his infant brother,
still too small to sit in front as dictated by the dumb (according to
Danny) state law.

   When Danny had talked to him the night before, he'd told his older
friend that his mother was lesbian.  Danny was sure it wouldn't bother
Brian, but wanted to prepare him in case anything came up.  Possibly
because of that, Brian sensed a different attitude from Debra Peters than
he'd gotten from other parents.  Certainly she seemed to accept his
scruffiness better than others did.  But there was something else.  He felt
almost as if she knew about Danny's and his love.  Possibly, even, knew
that they'd played with each other.  Not the filthy stuff but maybe the
sexy stuff.

   Brian's intuition was spot on.  Debra suspected her quiet, gentle,
slight son (her little fairy she would call him to herself) did indeed love
Brian.  After all, although she'd never said anything to the boy, she knew
her son was gay.  A gay mother knows those things.  It was natural for him
to fall in love with the bigger, athletic eighth grader.  But the moment
she picked the two boys up, she also knew the older boy loved her little
fairy.  As she drove she wondered if Danny would involve the older boy in
his surreptitious play with his infant brother, play Debra had been aware
of since the beginning.

   The two boys snacked when they git home but Danny more than his friend.
Not having had a bowel movement in almost 24 hours -- not since his
extensive shit play the day before -- left Brian feeling stuffed though
hungry.  The eight inch piece of Danny poop inside him, now compacted with
his own shit, formed an effective blockage that Brian knew would be painful
coming out the next day even if assisted by a hot piss enema from three of
his father's best and wealthiest customers.

   But Brian ate anyway.  The food Danny's Mama served was delicious.  And
the Mountain Dew -- his favorite -- flowed freely, and he drank a lot of
it. Mountain Dew was a favorite for one big reason (although he did like
its flavor).  It made piss.  His father had told him so.  It had tons of
caffeine which was a di-ur-something.  He couldn't remember the big word as
he chugged it in Danny's fancy-ass kitchen.  All he knew was it made him
have to pee really bad if he drank a lot, a feeling he loved.  It wasn't as
good as beer, but with Mountain Dew he didn't get super stupid like he did
with beer.  
Brian encouraged Danny to drink as well, hoping it had
the same effect on Danny's smaller bladder.  For later.  When maybe they
could steal some time by themselves.

   After the snack, the boys went to the den and played Halo on Danny's
Xbox 360 for about an hour.  During that time, Timmy started crying, hungry
for his afternoon feeding.  After the feeding and putting Timmy down for
his post-feast nap, Debra called the boys into the living room.  She sat in
the middle of the couch, still in her nursing tank top.  Two leakage spots
outlined her nipples.

   Danny was surprised she'd called them in without changing her top, but
he was okay with it.  Brian was embarrassed and looked down at the ground.

   "Come sit next to me, boys," Debra said, patting the couch either side
of her.  "I need to have a serious talk."

   Once seated, Debra turned to the right and faced Brian.  Once again,
Brian dropped his eyes, not wanting to stare at the two damp spots on
Danny's mom's shirt.

   "Brian," she started, reaching out and grasping his hand, "I know you
love my Daniel."

   Both boys started to protest but Debra hushed them.  "I know Danny told
you I'm a lesbian, so I understand about this kind of love.  You cannot
deny it.  I could tell Danny was falling for you a month ago when he'd come
home talking about you and how cool and great you are.  I could see it in
his eyes.  I could hear it at night when he'd say your name while the bed
squeaked from him touching his little penis."

"Mama!" Danny
shouted.  Debra ignored his plaintive plea.

   "But when I saw your eyes when you approached the car this afternoon, I
knew my little Daniel had a special friend.  And even though you hardly
spoke at all in the car, I could see you looking back at Danny with that
same love-sick look.  Oh yes, I also saw it in the very nice looking bulge
in your jeans.

   "Now, don't get me wrong.  I'm not attracted to young boys.  Or any
member of the masculine gender.  But I want what's best for my little boy.
He hasn't been very happy for a long time and it pained me to see it.  I
know he didn't like school.  That he avoided being bullied but was deeply
afraid of it.  Then you came into his life.  He wasn't reluctant to go to
school any more.  It seemed like he even looked forward to it.

   "But something big happened on Wednesday.  I could tell and hoped Daniel
would talk about it.  He didn't, though.  I could tell whatever it was
disturbed him, but he also seemed much different.  I suspect this is the
first time you two played sexy together.  And yesterday after being at your
house for a long time, he came home spiffy clean, hair washed, teeth
brushed, and breath smelling of mouthwash.  And he was so happy.  No, not
happy.  He was joyous.  I don't know what you two did yesterday, and quite
frankly I don't care.  Except..."

   Debra Peters paused, took a deep breath, lifted Brian's face up, and
pierced his eyes with her gaze.

   "...Except I do not want my little boys hurt.  Either of them.  That
doesn't mean that you and Danny can't do things that might hurt when you do
them.  I know how great that can feel.  But I don't want him -- or my
little Timothy -- hurt inside, in his body or in his heart in ways that
can't be fixed.  In ways I sense you may have been hurt."

   "I'd never do nothing to hurt him, Mrs.  Peters.  You're right.  I do
love Danny.  So so much it hurts me sometimes.  I've loved him before I
even talked to him.  Nobody knows this but him and you.  Please don't tell
nobody.  But I promise I'd never do nothing to hurt him."

   Debra smiled.  "I know that, but I don't want Danny to do anything to
hurt your heart either.  So I need both of you to make a solemn promise."

   With those words, she pulled the nursing tank top off, revealing two
full, leaking breasts.

   "I want each of you to swear to me that you'll love each other and treat
each other well.  To seal the vow, each of you will drink from these," she
said, lifting her breasts.  "Danny first, because he's been doing it
everyday since we brought Timmy home."

   Both boys blushed at this revelation, Danny more than his lover.  Debra
opened her legs, and Danny scooted onto them, assuming the position he
normally took when suckling his Mama after Timmy had finished.  Strange
thing was, his two inch pricklet was super hard.  Normally he'd erect while
suckling.  But this time it strained against his undies before he began
nursing, poking upward almost angrily, pushing his pants out in a tiny
tent.

   Danny bent down, lifted his Mama's left breast to his mouth and began
suckling.  After five seconds and two good swallows, Debra pulled his mouth
off her enlarged nipple.

   "Swear to me, my little fairy, that you'll always treat Brian with love
and respect.  That you'll never do anything to hurt him."

   This was the first time Danny had heard his Mama's secret nickname for
him.  He felt he should be bothered by being called her "little fairy." He
didn't.  He loved the name.  
"I promise, Mama.  And I promise you,
Brian.  I'll never do anything to hurt you in your heart." He scooted
around and better situated himself to continue drinking the warm, sweet
milk from his Mama's teat.

   Debra Peters gently led Brian onto her right leg.  It would be harder
for him to get comfie where he sat, but he scooted around, too, until his
mouth was right at the fifty-cent piece sized brown aureola.

   "Danny.  Mrs.  Peters.  There ain't no way I'll ever do anything to hurt
my bestest friend here.  No way.  I promise.  Now what do I do?"

   "Put you mouth on my nipple," Debra instructed, "and suckle gently.  Not
too hard."

   Danny lifted his head up.  "No teeth, dude.  No teeth."

   Brian took the women's teat in his mouth and barely sucked.  Nothing
happened.

   "Suck a little harder," Debra advised.

   Brian did and tasted the first, warm oozing of mother's milk he'd ever
had.

   "Oh wow!" he cried.  Danny watch as the older boy dove back down to
enjoy another suckle.  Seeing his older lover enjoying his Mama's boobie
made his rock hard two-incher spasm, jerk, twitch and try to shoot out
liquid that would be almost three years in the coming.  He shivered then
shook visibly.  Debra bent down and kissed her little fairy's white, blond
hair.

   "Have a nice, cum, my little fairy?" she asked.

   Watching his little lover's dry cum, coupled with the gorgeous taste of
this gorgeous woman's milk, and the spongy feeling of her titty in his
mouth, made Brian's cock harden even more.  He could feel the cum start to
churn inside.  His ruby, spongy cockhead forced its way through his
foreskin and rubbed against his underwear.  He was so ready to squirt.  He
was almost there.  So close.  So wonderful.  It would feel so good to
squirt while drinking real mama's milk.

   Brian pushed away and leapt up, jumping away from the still suckling boy
and his mother.  He bent over, hands on knees, and pulled in deep gasps of
air.

   "You okay, Brian dear?" Debra asked.

   "Don't wanna cum, Mrs.  Peters, Brian gasped.  "Not now.  Yes I do.  No
I don't.  I can't.  Don't reload as fast as Danny.  Wanna save this for
him. Later.  Is that okay?"

   "Of course it's okay, my darling gay hero boy," she said.

   Danny stopped suckling and laughed.

   "I think you shouldn't call her Mrs.  Peters anymore, brian.  What you
think, Mama?" Debra Peters shook her head no.  "I think you should call her
Mama like I do.  Is that okay, Mama?"

   "If I touch you, will you orgasm, Brian?" she asked the boy.

   "I'm okay, now," he panted.  "Kind of okay."

   Debra drew him to her and hugged him tightly.

   "Please, call me Mama, just like Danny does.  And you're welcome to
drink at my breasts any time you want." She lifted her breasts and kissed
him gently on the forehead.  "I don't know you very well, Brian.  But I
know I already love you.  Very much."

   Brian started crying openly at these words.  It was the first time any
adult had said this to him, at least an adult who hadn't paid for the
privilege of enjoying his body.  Debra squeezed him once again, only this
time, Brian accidentally squirted piss from his cock.  Almost immediately a
four inch wet spot appeared on his jean, and all three could smell that it
wasn't cum but urine.

   Just then, Timmy's wail came from Debra's bedroom upstairs.

   "I think he needs to be changed, Big D," Debra said.  "I'm tired.  Would
you mind doing it?  And maybe the two of you can do something about Brian's
full bladder.  What say?"

   Brian felt that he should be embarrassed, but he wasn't.  He giggled
uncharacteristically like a little girl.  Mrs.  Peters -- no make that Mama
-- seemed to know.  And she didn't care, so why should he?

   Both boys ran upstairs, two at a time, to tend to Danny's little
brother's changing.