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 MY EARLY YEARS WITH MOMMY

   This is the beginning of a series....  incest, femdom, F/b, g/b, F/F,
pedo

   1

   First let me tell you about my mother.  She had me when she was very
young and was abandoned by my father as soon as I came along.  Her sister
Rose encountered the same sort of man and fate; so, our household was
unusual in many respects.  There was my mother and I, her younger sister
Rose and my little cousin Beth all sharing a tiny two bedroom home in the
suburbs of Toronto.  The best way to describe what happened to me is to
relate an image which reminds me of my mother's behaviour.

   I once saw a documentary on PBS of a Greek woman with a string of worry
beads.  She flicked and sifted through them constantly, working intricate
finger patterns and rituals as she sat speaking with a group of her
friends. The camera zoomed in on her constant and complex workings.  That,
I thought is my mother.  She however used my body as her beads.  I remember
from the time I was six she would be watching television.  It could be the
news or a movie and she would pat the couch beside her, signalling that I
should sit close beside her.  Her hand would snake into my underwear, or
lower my fly, depending on her whim.  And she would begin toying with my
cock.  She would pull on my foreskin and roll it with her fingers.  She
would caress or tickle the shaft.  She would prod and poke at my pee hole.
She would cup my ball sack or stretch it painfully.  Her mind would stay
focused on the show but her hand worked my little cock furiously.  This
could last for hours.  I was not to cum or to pump my bottom.  She liked
the feel of my "dickie" as she called it when it was painfully stiff.  At
times her hand would get tired and she would have me shift sides so that
she could continue her manipulations with the other hand.  My "little ring"
received the same sort of attention and she would reach under me to insert
her finger or just encircle and tickle the opening.  She would arrange my
legs as she wanted them; and, regardless of the agony which maintaining
that position caused me, I was not to squirm or complain.

   Often, when she was on the phone, she would beckon me over to her.  She
would undo my trousers and have them drop to my knees.  As she spoke to a
friend or conducted business she would finger and yank on my dickie or spin
me around to give her access to my little ring.  It was a constant thing.
If she had trouble sleeping, I would be summoned to her bed.  She would
often read one of her magazines or a novel and fondle my dickie and ass
hole till she nodded off.  She would call it HER little dickie, her little
toy, her plaything.  "Christopher, bring my little pacifier over here." The
fact that it was attached to my body did not bother her at all.  There were
times she just wanted to look at me and I would splay my legs and pull back
my foreskin or stretch my cock.  Whatever she desired.  Then with the
elasticity of a child she would have me flip my legs over my head and
stretch my cheeks wide.  At these times she would have me wank for her or
insert things in my pee hole or poke my fingers into my own bum.  Her
orders at all times remained the same however.  I was not to spoil myself.
This meant that I was not to have one of my little boy's dry climaxes and
lose my "stiffy".  "Don't you dare spoil yourself but go faster, pull
harder, harder.  You look so funny."

   You may rightly ask where Auntie Rose and my cousin Beth were during all
this.  They were anywhere they happened to be.  They might be sitting on
the same couch or on the Lazyboy or curled up on the floor.  If mommy were
just toying with my dickie with her hand down my pants, Auntie Rose might
chime in.  "Take his pants off Doris, I want to see." "Christopher, finger
your little ring while mommy plays with you, hurry up.  I want to see."
Move your leg aside.  Let's have a good look." Auntie Rose and mommy were
both beautiful with round and chiselled bums and titties.  They looked very
similar and were often confused for each other, even by close friends.  My
mommy's eyes were green, however and Auntie Rose's were blue.  Both of them
had black, black hair and a lot of black hair between their legs.  Their
noonies as they called them stuck out from their bodies whenever they stood
sideways or when they were lying down.  I know all of this because they
often played with each other and would use their hands or their toys on
each other whenever they were feeling "warm".  They did what they wanted in
front of both Beth and I.  I can still vividly picture either of them
writhing and screaming on the carpet as the other one's face was buried
between their legs.  Auntie Rose had the same privileges with my body as
mommy did.  She liked to have me on her lap while she attacked my dickie or
my bum.  She was a little more intense than my mommy and paid a great deal
of attention to my stretched bum hole, starring and inserting things all
the time.

   My mommy would often be thinking of other things but Auntie Rose was
always riveted on what she was doing to me.  She liked me sitting on, or
bent over her lap; not because it was easier on me but because she wanted a
close view of everything my dickie and bum were going through.  Auntie Rose
liked to see, see, see.  She also liked to show.  Much more than mommy did.
"Look at this Christopher." She would open her legs and open herself up
wide.  She was all wet and squishy in there.  Even the thick mat of hair
around her "prize" was soaking.  I would be sitting on the floor between
her legs.  "Pull on your dickie and look at this.  Do you like it?  Do you
want to feel it?  Do you want to taste it?  Pull harder.  Faster.  Don't
you dare spoil yourself.  Look at him go Doris.  His hand is just a blur."
Often she would then start to finger her "button" and she would pump and
wiggle her bum and even yell out sometimes.  There were days when Auntie
Rose would let me do all those things to her: the touching, the tasting,
the licking.  Even mommy let me do that but not as often.  I think they
preferred to watch me wank while they fingered and played with each other.
I remember that happening all the time.  Aunt Rose was much bossier than
mommy.  But, she was an angel compared to my little cousin Beth.  Wait till
I tell you about her.

   I don't know if you have ever known or seen a bossy little girl.  They
can indeed be merciless creatures.  Beth was one year younger than I and
was a bossy controlling little bitch even at the age of five.  I remember
getting a cold and dreadful chill when she got any new and potentially
damaging information.  Her eyes would light up.  She would bite her lip in
anticipation and you could see her mind whirling into overdrive.  For
example, she was once watching me being fondled by mommy, who was yanking
steadily and rhythmically on my cock as she read a magazine and enjoyed a
cigarette.  Beth had her elbows up on the cushion of the couch and her chin
cupped in her hands.  She was starring curiously at my skin stretching back
and forth.  My breathing was coming faster and faster and my stomach
muscles were clenched.  Mommy flicked the head of my dickie hard with her
forefinger.  "Don't you dare spoil your stiffy, Christopher."

   "What do you mean by spoil?" Beth asked and stared up at mommy.

   Mommy smiled at her."You see sweety.  When boys and men start breathing
heavy and fast and pumping their bums and their stomach goes all tight and
their legs straighten out, it means they are going to shoot their "daddy
milk".  Then, their dickie's go all soft and useless and they are no fun to
play with.  If you keep them stiff and squirmy and don't let them shoot. 
You are in charge and you can make any man do anything you want him to do.
They are really stupid and easy to control when they are hard like this. 
And their dickies are much more fun to play with."

   "Hm," said Beth.  "Any boy or man?"

   "Yep," answered mommy, "they are all the same when they are stiff like
this."

   "I wanna see him spoil himself." Beth demanded.  Auntie Rose looked up
from her book.

   "This should be fun." she giggled.

   "You know you can do anything you want to your cousin," mommy laughed.
"He is your toy too.  We don't like to have him shoot because he's not as
much fun if one of us wants to play with him.  So you have to ask if you
want to see him shoot."

   "Sure" she replied.  "What do I do?"

   Auntie Rose and mommy put down their reading and moved to either side of
me in order to watch the show.

   "You can jack him off yourself, like this." Mommy spoke up.  "She began
a hard rhythmical stroke on my dick.  -�You just keep doing that and
he'll shoot for sure."

   "Or," Auntie Rose added.  "You can tell him to wank his own cock.  Show
her how you jerk off, Christopher." Ashamed, I took my cock in my hand and
began to stroke away.  All three of them laughed.

   "I wanna do it." Beth blurted out and slapped my hand away from my dick.
With her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth she set in thrashing my
dickie.  I began breathing hard as she flailed away.

   "Stop." mommy yelled.  Beth let go immediately and I squirmed and raised
my hips towards her.  "See, he wants more.  He really, really, really,
wants to shoot honey.  That's the fun.  Get him breathing and pumping and
stiffening out, then stop.  It teases him and it hurts him and its fun to
watch him begging to shoot.  Beth, ever the quick learner, was skilful from
the start.  She brought me to the edge over and again to the applause and
praise of her mother and auntie.

   "I like this...  I like it a lot." she crowed and then set back to work.
Her experiment seemed to last forever as far as I was concerned.  A number
of times the three of them collapsed on the floor in glee.

   "Oh, Beth, you are a natural." Her mother cried.

   "You shoot now." Beth stared into my eyes.  She hammered away at my
dickie.  The constant denial left me unable to cum on demand.  " Shoot...
now.  Shoot your dickie Christopher or I'll spank your bum." She was
yanking on me like a fiend.  Her brow was covered in sweat.

   "He wants to shoot so badly that he can -(TM)t." Auntie Rose observed.
Beth was listening to her but her eyes were transfixed by my tortured cock
and pumping hips." He wants it so badly, honey.  And here is a little
trick. When he does start cumming: thrashing and pumping and flipping
around.  Then, he will want you to stop.  It will become painful.  You just
keep going and pump even harder.  You'll see how much fun you can have with
him." Beth smiled that wicked...Good information....smile and chuckled to
herself.  I knew this meant big trouble for me.

   "Shoot, shoot, shoot" Beth continued to yell, looking into my face.

   "Stick your finger up his bum hole now..." mommy almost whispered to
her.

   When Beth did so, I started to jerk uncontrollably.  I was not old
enough to produce anything but a clear stream of weak liquid, but the
relief was spectacular.  I pumped and bucked, grabbing her hand and locking
it about my dick.  I had never done such a thing to any of them before.

   "Look at him thrash around." Mommy said to Beth.  "You are making him
lose control sweety.  Isn't it fun.  Keep going.  Soon he'll beg you to
stop."

   I thrashed in ecstasy for a minute.  Then, I began bucking my back off
the couch.  The shooting felt like it was tearing out my spine.  "Stop,
Beth." I reached to pull her hand away.  Aunt Rose grabbed both my hands
and laughingly held them over my head.  "Keep wanking honey.  Milk him
dry."

   Mommy grabbed my ankles and the two women were in tears of laughter. 
Beth was not laughing but rather revelling in her torture.  Her hands
increased in speed.  She jumped up and over me straddling my hips.  She now
had both hands yanking away feverishly.  "Does that hurt?  Does that hurt
your dickie?  Oh I love, love, love this.  Eventually, I think I passed out
with Beth screaming and cackling..."More, more, more..." I know I was
begging and pleading with her to stop.  I promised to do anything.  She
just kept grinning and wanking with both hands.