Sleeping With Mommy (Janet's Story) I'll admit right up front that taking my son as my lover is probably not what God intended. On the other hand, Bobby, that's my son, has been a God's send to me. There were many men before Bobby. None of them however, made me feel the way he makes me feel. In order to understand how this came about, I think one has to know my entire history. So, I will start from the beginning. I was sixteen and not the prettiest girl in school, not homely, but not the bouncy blonde cheerleader type either. My figure was nice. My body was what my mother called voluptuous. That is, my hips and breasts were a more developed than most girls my age. My point is that I wasn't exactly one of the cool kids. But Bob Drake was. Bob was a senior and an athlete, a star in football and basketball. The girls, every one of them, including me, would have laid down their lives, not to mention their bodies for Bob Drake. Why he asked me out, I don't know. Maybe he thought I would be so overcome by his attention that I would give it up easy. Years later, I asked him that very question. He denied it, swore he was in love with me the first time he laid eyes on me. None of that matters. I didn't give it up to Bob, at least not right away. What I did do though, was fall in love with him. It was then that I would have given him anything, including my body. Giving Bob my cherry is still fresh in my mind. It's strange. Sometimes the memory is sweetly sentimental; sometimes it makes me angry to think how stupid I was. It was that night, parked in the back row of the drive-in, the mold for what I am today was cast. I truly believe that. I can picture it all in my mind. I was laid back across the front seat of Bob's Dad's Chevy. There I was, my head resting on the driver's side door, my neck feeling as if it would break. I felt ridiculous sprawled out with panties down around one ankle, my bra pushed up over my breasts and my skirt wadded up around my waist. I remember lying there watching, as Bob knelt between my knees, his jeans and underwear pushed down over his hips, fumbling with a condom. It was the first time I'd ever seen a hard dick. I'd felt Bob's several times when I would jerk him off, but I never looked at it. Even after he shot his load, I wouldn't look down at him. The first time I simply cleaned my hand up with a tissue, completely unprepared for the mess he made. After that, I made him use a rubber. Each time I did it for him I came away with the satisfaction of knowing I'd done my job. I felt that way that night. I was prepared to do my job. As I watched him preparing his dick for action, I remember thinking; I love him, this is what a woman has to do. I don't know why I considered myself a woman. That was the school of thought handed down to me by my mother and her mother before her. Sex, was something a woman had to endure for the man she loved. Finally, rubber in place, dick in hand, Bob moved toward me. I didn't watch, as he fumbled between my legs searching for the opening to my young slit. I don't know how long he poked and prodded at me. Finally, I knew it was going to be up to me. Raising my hips and spreading my legs a little wider, I took his meat in my hand. Rubbing the latex covered head up and down my slit a few times, my pussy opened up. I found my tiny opening and rolled my eyes up at him. "There," I said. "Right there." He pushed and I felt my cunt give just slightly. There was some discomfort but not the pain I'd expected. My virgin hole resisted the invasion however. Bob pulled back slightly and gave another push He went a little deeper. The discomfort was more noticeable. He tried again. This time he was successful, burying his bone all the way. There was the pain I'd expected. As my hymen gave way, a sharp pain shot through my entire body. I gasp, holding my breath. "Are you okay?" At least he'd asked. "Yeah, just hold still for a minute." I'll give him credit. He tried to be gentle... even tried to take his time. One can only expect so much patience from a seventeen-year-old boy however. His need to ejaculate however, overpowered any thoughts of my welfare. It was probably no more than six or seven pounding strokes until his cock was pulsing inside me. That was it. It was over almost as quickly as it had begun. And that... became the normal. It was what we both came to expect. Every time Bob and I went out the result was the same. Regardless where we went or what we did, the date would always end the same way. Parked on the back row of the drive-in or in some deserted back road, Bob would kiss me and grab at my tits. Within a couple of minutes, his hand would find its way inside my pants or up my skirt, tugging at my panties. I would lie back across the front seat of the car and he would fuck me. For me it was love. I loved Bob. For Bob... I don't know really what it was. For both of us though, I believe that it was exactly as we thought it should be. In my mind, it was my job to satisfy the man, or boy, that I loved. For Bob, it was part of becoming a man. That is finding some warm wet place to cum. Two days before my seventeenth birthday, I sneaked off to a doctor in a nearby town. My suspicions were correct. I was pregnant. I don't know how it happened... a leaky rubber or there were a couple of times when I don't think Bob used anything. He swore he always used a rubber, but I don't know. I never really looked or checked. I trusted him. None of that matters though. I did what I did. We did what we did and we had to face the consequences. The consequences were Bob Jr. or Bobby as we called him. Bob and I were married after he graduated from high school. I never finished, although I did manage to get my GED after our divorce. Bob actually did very well. He stepped up to the plate like a real man. He worked hard in a job that was really below him. Along with the hard work however, came the feeling of being trapped and having to grow up too soon, I really believe that. After Bobby was born, I went to work in the same factory with Bob. He worked in the maintenance department and I went to work on the assembly line. At first, we lived with my parents. Soon though, we were able to borrow enough money to buy an acre lot about ten miles out of town and put a mobile home on it. Life went on. When I looked around me at the women I worked with, I realized I was no different than most. We worked in a place that wasn't much more than a sweatshop all day, went home and cooked supper for our husband's, bathed our children and finally, somewhere around nine o'clock we would bathe ourselves and go to bed. In bed, bone tired, we would lie back and give in to our husband's needs. For Bob and I not much changed in the sex department. Most of the time it was a kiss, a squeeze and a hump. The only real difference was that we had a bed and I didn't have to rest my head against a car door. And of course, the bed opened up new horizons for Bob. With all that room, he could fuck me in different positions. He learned to take me doggy-style. We even did it with me on top. That was different, almost pleasurable. There were times when I could feel the potential for enjoying sex. Many times, I felt I was right on the verge of something, something I didn't understand. Then just at the last moment, that feeling would disappear, vanishing in thin air, leaving me frustrated and wondering. A couple of years into the marriage, Bob tried to introduce me to oral sex. It was a Saturday night. I remember because we had been out to the club. Back then, I didn't drink much but I loved to dance. It was my release from a hard week at work. Bob, on the other hand, never failed to get drunk. I knew what to expect when we got home. As I said, Bob was predictable. So when we got into bed and Bob reached for me, I wasn't surprised. Like always, he kissed me roughly a couple of times, squeezed my tits some and removed my panties. Everything was going according to plan, until I felt his hand pushing on the back of my head. Quite honestly, I did not know what he wanted. So I asked. "What do you want me to do?" "Take my dick in your mouth?" "What?" I was indignant. "Just try it Janet. Do it for me?" "No. That's nasty." That was when he got angry. Rolling over on top of me, he straddled my chest. Holding my head in one hand and his dick in the other, he pulled my head upward, while at the same time pushing his cock between my lips. I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him in. "Well fuck you then," he said. He wasn't finished though. Moving downward, he forced his hips between my legs. The next thing I knew he was driving his cock into my cunt. I was dry but he didn't care. Brutally, he kept pushing until my cunt started leaking lubrication in self-defense. Throwing my legs up over his shoulders, Bob drove his dick in and out of me as hard and as fast as he could, nothing new. The surprise came when I felt his pace become more frantic and his breathing become more rapid and suddenly he pulled out. Instead of dumping his load inside me, he once more straddled my chest. I watched in surprise as he sprayed my face with cum. He held my head still with one hand. With his other hand, he continued to pump his dick until his balls were empty. Finished, he got off me, rolled over and promptly went to sleep. I went to the bathroom, cleaned my up face and cried. Monday at work, I told my friend Bonnie what had happened. "Honey," she said. "You have got to suck the man's dick. What's wrong with you?" I couldn't believe my ears. "No I don't." "If you don't suck it, he'll find somebody who will. Bobby's not a bad looking guy. There are a lot of women out there that wouldn't think twice about trying to steal him away from you." I was dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond. "Look," Bonnie continued. "You're young. You don't know how life really works. Men like Bobby are hard to find. Regardless of his faults, he works hard and supports you and your baby. That's pretty attractive to a lot of women." "Bobby loves me." "I'm sure he does. But the truth is; some bitch who is willing to suck his dick and let him screw her in the ass will take him away from you." "Screw me in the ass?" "Haven't you ever read those fantasy letters in Penthouse magazine?" "No. I don't let Bobby bring that stuff in the house." Bonnie laughed. "Somehow that doesn't surprise me. Janet, you better start loosening up." That was when the bell rang for us to go back to work, break time was over. I spent a lot of time thinking about what Bonnie had said. It was exactly, if a little more graphic, the same thing my mother had told me: satisfy your man. That's your job. So, that's what I did. I sucked his dick. I let him fuck me in the ass. I even let him talk dirty to me, calling me a whore and a slut. That really seemed to turn him on. I did all of those things and he still cheated on me. Still, I stayed with him. It wasn't until he became angry and violent that I finally divorced him. I had lowered myself to being his whore, but I would not be his punching bag. After the divorce, my focus was on supporting my son. I received a small support check from Bob once a month, but it was still a struggle to make ends meet. The men at work asked me out a lot, but I didn't go. My life at that time consisted of working and staying home with Bobby. I did miss the club and dancing but I just couldn't afford it by myself and I didn't want to date. It was about six months after the divorce that Bonnie finally talked me into going out with her. She too had divorced her husband. I didn't find out until much later however that her husband had left her because he caught her in bed with my ex. That's another story for another day. It was Bonnie who taught me to pick a guy early in the night and let him buy me drinks all night long. The first time we went out, two guys came to our table and asked us to dance. After the dance, Bonnie invited them to sit with us. They did; buying our drinks all night. When the club closed that night Bonnie invited all of us back to her house to keep the party going. Reluctantly, I went. When we got to Bonnie's house, she told the guys to have a seat in the living room while she and I went to the kitchen to make drinks. It was there that she explained to naïve me what was going to happen next. "I'm going to use my bedroom," she said. "The rest of the house is yours. You can use one of the other bedrooms or the living room whatever turns you on." I looked at her dumbfounded. "What?" I honestly did not know that fucking these guys was what she had in mind when she invited us over. She rolled her big blue eyes. "Come on honey. Don't play dumb. You didn't really think these guys were buying us drinks out of the goodness of their hearts did you. They expect something in return. And besides, I think you need some dick. I know I do." She paused before saying with a sigh. "That's the way it works honey. They buy you drinks. You dance a little and have a few laughs and then you bring them home and fuck them. It's kind of like saying thanks. In your case they will probably pay the babysitter if you play it just right." Without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen. Back in the living room Bonnie handed her date his drink and took a seat in his lap, kissing him deeply on the mouth. I was watching from the doorway into the kitchen, as she stood and took him by the hand. "Come on sweetie, lets give these two some privacy." Pulling her back into his lap, he said. "Let's not. Jack and I were talking while you were in the kitchen." Jack was his friend. "We'd rather stay here in the living room, all four of us you know what I mean?" Even I was smart enough to know what he meant. Smiling to myself, I thought this is where Bonnie will draw the line and send them both packing. Instead, I heard him say. "Okay, let's get this party started." Then she sat her drink on the coffee table and kissed him again. I was still standing in the doorway when Jack came and took me by the hand, leading me back into the living room. "Come on baby. Don't be shy. Let's have some fun." Just that quickly, Bonnie was naked from the waist up. I could see her big breasts swaying as she knelt between her lover's legs, taking his hard cock deep into her throat. "Oh baby," my date said as he unbuckled his pants. "I want some of what he's getting." The next thing I knew, he was pushing me to my knees. An instant later I was being force-fed his already hard dick. As Jack tugged at my blouse and bra, I could see Bonnie out of the corner of my eye. She had removed the rest of her clothes and mounting what's his names dick. I watched as she expertly held his cock between two fingers and guided it into her cunt, easily enveloping his entire length in one motion. Suddenly, my attention was refocused on Jack. I felt his cock swelling in my mouth and knew he was about to cum. Through my limited experience sucking Bob's dick, I had learned how to tell when he was going to cum. I had also learned I didn't like him cumming in my mouth. Another thing I had learned was that Bob liked watching himself shoot his load. So I had learned that when Bob reached the point of no return if I begged him to cum on my tits, he was more than happy to oblige. This allowed me to avoid the cum in my mouth or on my face. I rolled my eyes up at him, removing my mouth from his cock. "I want you to cum on my tits. I want to watch you cum." I saw him smile. "Yeah baby. I'll cum on your tits. I've got a big load for you." Immediately, I pulled back. With one hand, I continued to stroke his swollen tool, pointing the head directly at my cleavage. It took maybe a half dozen strokes until he was emptying his balls on my breasts and upper chest. It was about the same time that I heard his friend starting to mumble. "That's it baby. Fuck me. I'm gonna cum in your hot pussy. Come on fuck me." Then I saw him thrust his hips upward as he let out a guttural groan. Bonnie was grinding her cunt into his lap as she cheered him on. "That's it honey. Give me all you got. Cum in my pussy." Just that quickly it was done. The men had gotten their rocks off and were happy to go on their merry way. I was surprised. The guys seemed to be as anxious to leave as I was to see them go. Later the night, or really that morning, I lay in bed reliving what had transpired. Finally, I concluded that it wasn't all that bad. I really had enjoyed the dancing. And after all what was the big deal? In the end, I had sucked a guy's cock. That had worked out well too. If he'd wanted to fuck me, I didn't know what I would have done. I wasn't using any birth control and obviously neither of them believed in carrying a condom. Bonnie had fucked the other guy bareback. The result was that I had actually had fun, even sucking the guy's cock. I hadn't realized until I lay in my bed reflecting, that I had really missed having a man want me. That's how it all began. From there, going to the club, picking some guy up and bringing him home became a routine for me. He would buy me drinks and in most cases pay Bobby's babysitter. In return, I would have sex with him and send him on his way. I knew what I was doing was no different than selling my pussy for the price of a few drinks, but I was okay with that. At least it was on my terms. It wasn't like it was with my ex-husband. The sex was never rough or mean spirited. The guys were just happy to get me in bed. Whatever I gave them they were happy to get. This little routine went on for years. The longer it went on the more calloused I became. I didn't care if the guy was married. I didn't care if he was good-looking. All I cared about was that he showed me a good time. In return, I would show him a good time. Then came the Giant, as Bobby calls him. I guess I'd been lucky until then. Because like I said, all the others just wanted what ever I was willing to give. The Giant though was different. He took what he wanted, regardless of what I might be willing to give. To be honest, I really don't remember much about him except that he was a huge man in every way. I had never seen a man or a cock that big. I remember how he slapped me, how he tossed my body around like a rag doll, how he forced his massive cock into my cunt from the rear. It felt like he was splitting me in half as he drove his huge cock to depths of which my pussy had never known, stretching my cunt to new dimensions. Most of all though, I remember him pulling his cock from my pussy and force-feeding it down my throat. He held my head in his huge hands emptying what seemed like gallons of his seed into my mouth. I thought I was going to suffocate as he spewed his gargantuan load of cum down my throat, holding my head firmly so there was no escape from his massive meat or his salty semen. Then, like all the others, he was gone. But it wasn't like all the others. He had traumatized me. I was sitting on the bed crying when Bobby came into the bedroom. Honestly, I didn't even notice he was naked as he sat down beside me and put his arm around me, comforting me. Then he wiped a dribble of the Giant's cum from the corner of my mouth and kissed me. I don't know how it happened. I don't know why I didn't stop him, other than it felt right. I had never been kissed like that. It was gentle and tender. His kiss demanded nothing from me. It was a kiss of love. I felt it immediately. The next thing I knew I was reclining back onto the bed pulling my son with me. He was so young, so innocent. My head was spinning, maybe from the Giant's slaps or maybe it was from the moment. I don't know. Whatever it was, I didn't hesitate. Taking my son's young cock in my hand, I guided it to the entrance of my pussy. I sighed as his young, not quite full-grown, dick split my cunt lips and found its way inside me. Somehow, even as young and immature as he was, Bobby knew that I needed tenderness and love. He didn't rush, pounding his cock in and out of me. Instead, he was patient and slow. I'm sure that must have been difficult for him. All of his instincts must have been screaming at him to dump his load. He told me later that I had coached him through it, slowing him down. Frankly, I don't remember. I do remember him telling me he loved me. And I remember telling him that I love him. Then as he lay on top of me, gently kissing my nipples, slowly running his inexperienced hands over my body, I felt something I'd never felt. It came on suddenly, unrecognizable to me. I had an urge to thrust my hips upward, to fuck his cock. The blood rushed to my cunt, leaving me slightly light headed. My nipples hardened like never before. My cunt craved as much of Bobby's cock as it could get. I could feel my pussy getting wetter. Clenching my teeth, I groaned loudly. Then, for the first time in my life, I came. I gasped for breath as every muscle in my body tensed and my cunt opened up even wider to welcome my son's cock inside. Then right on time, as my waves of orgasm began to subside, I felt Bobby thrust hard against my cunt along as his cock began to pulse inside me, his cum spewing into my open gash. That was seven years ago. Bobby and I have shared a bed ever since. I love him, not like a mother but like a wife. Is that wrong? Probably. Can I change it? I don't think so. I have encouraged Bobby to date and break away from me. My conscience tells me that is the right thing to do. My heart is not in it however. People around town don't know that Bobby and I sleep together. They think he's just a young man that hasn't found his direction yet. Bobby wants us to move away... Go somewhere where people don't know us and live as husband and wife. He says people will just think that I married a younger man. Our last names are the same. I guess we could pull it off. Would it be too selfish of me to keep my son? I wrestle with that question every day.