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 Sharks: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm, Fm, MM, MF, incest.

   The last thing David Fallon remembered was shouting with glee "I'm into
a big one, Ivan!"

   And then a blow to the back of his neck and everything went black.

   He came round to find he was naked, bound with his hands tied behind his
back and his legs round the ankles and knees.  Ivan was standing over him,
smiling.

   He started to protest but an oily rag from the engine compartment was
pushed roughly into his mouth.

   'And now, Mr good-christian David I'm going to tell you a few home
truths, before you die!

   'When you're gone I'm going to be so helpful to the grieving widow, do
all the things around the house and garden you used to do, be especially
nice to her in her sorrow at bereavement.  Within two months I'll have
stuck my cock into her sweet honeypot and fucked her till she screams with
pleasure, and within three she'll be mine so completely she'll be begging
me to do her in her arse and mouth as well.

   'And as for your pretty little christian choirboy Robin, I'm going to be
like a daddy to him, to replace the daddy he loved and lost.  Only this
daddy won't be a mealy-mouthed churchy wimp.  Oh no!  I'll give him drugs
and booze, hook him, and when he's out of his mind I'll have his sweet
little twelve-year-old bum.  Two weeks of sucking and fucking and he'll be
mine entirely, my little toy to do whatever I wish him to...

   'And then I'll whore your lovely wife and pretty son out to my jail-bird
buddies....  I love group sex!  Her tits and his cute arse will be nice
little earners when the two of them have learned to enjoy all the little
variations you moral bigots never use.

   'To complete the ruin of your smug, christian family I'm going to watch
while your son fucks his mother......  in all three of her tight holes.

   'So, if or when you ever meet your Sweet Jesus, you'll be able to weep
together at the sight of me enjoying what you are about to leave behind you
for ever.

   Now we have a fair number of sharks around the boat, and they've about
finished the meat I've just fed them: take a look at them circling
us...they're still hungry.'

   His face contorted by fear and grief David Fallon watched as Ivan undid
his belt and dropped his khaki shorts to his ankles: the prick stood erect,
gleaming in the sun as pre-cum leaked from it.

   He lifted the body and bent it over the gunwhale it so David could see
over the side.

   David Fallon had suntanned back and legs but his arse was milk-white,
not as sexy as his twelve year old son's was going to be, or his beautiful
wife, but for Ivan who had spent the last few years making do with what the
prison could offer in the way of sex....  it would serve!  He spat on his
hand and wiped it on his cock, adding it to the generous pre-cum already
there.  David Fallon's scream was muffled by the rag in his mouth as the
sudden fierce pain told him his "friend" was raping him, had pushed that
cock hard into his virgin arse-hole.

   'This is what Nadine and Robin are going to get, though they'll enjoy it
more than you, sweetie.  Jeez!  You've a lovely tight bum, especially with
your legs tied together.  I should try that more often!'

   Ivan experienced a feeling of absolute power this fuck gave him, an
emotion at least as good as the pleasure of his orgasm as he pumped his cum
into the victim of his jealousy and lust.

   'There, sweetie.  That's a good load of cum for you to take to your
heaven......  after the sharks have swallowed it.  My word!  I do think the
sharks have sensed their next meal, but to make sure.....'

   He flicked open his knife and slashed David Fallon's shoulder so the
blood dripped into the calm water.  The water boiled as the sharks circled
faster.

   Ivan gave him a further two minutes to enjoy the prospect of imminent
and horrible death and then rolled him overboard.

   There was a brief flurry of thrashing movement in the water, which
turned red as the body was pulled down and away, sharks fighting for
mouthfuls.

   Ivan looked round the horizon, still clear of any ships or smaller
craft. No-one had seen his crimes.  He re-started the motor, threw the
clothes and gear David had been using into the sea, and motored back to
break the sad news of the accident to police and widow.

   He'd had a skinful of the patronising, proselytising Mr Fallon, always
so "nice" to him, despite the desperate crimes the young man had been
convicted of.  He was completely fed up of the role as Mr Fallon's ticket
to heaven, his good deed.  There was always that patronising context "how
good of Mr Fallon to take the reprobate into his christian house and reform
him...." And his wife and son were both drop-dead sexy!  He was insanely
jealous of the wimp tucked up every night with that beauty and not
appreciating his luck, just the usual, unimaginative, banal sex.  He'd
watched it on the camera he'd hidden in the ceiling of their marital
bedroom.  Boring missionary position sex....  on top....  hump....roll off.
Never his mouth on her clit or hers on his cock.  Never up her arse.  Never
any bondage or even pretend S&M.  No wonder she came so quietly, if she
really came at all which he doubted.  Such a waste of a glorious body!

   Jesus!  If he had a son like Robin, the boy would be getting shafted
daily, and would have been for years by now.  Waste, terrible waste.  Well,
Ivan had made a start on putting that right, and felt really cheerful,
though as shore drew close he had to compose his face into a suitable
pretense of panic and grief...



   Six weeks later and he had become very close to Nadine, David's mourning
widow.  She had returned to work as a receptionist at the motel, and with
his self-employed plumbing business he was at home even more than she was,
helping out with all the household and garden chores and being ultra
supportive.  He even started going to Church Sundays with her and Robin.

   So the seduction had been going on for six weeks when it bore fruit for
Ivan.

   Saturday afternoon in flaming June.

   Robin was away with his scout-troop for the summer weekend, and Ivan had
blown up the "lilo" to sunbathe in their garden, in the corner where it was
not overlooked.  He wore his yellow speedos, and his body was
magnificent.....  an hour in the gym every day building muscle tone.  He
lay on his back, hands behind his head, showing off his bronzed, waxed
chest, his six-pack belly, and his shapely, muscular, golden-haired legs.
His bulge was prominent in the tight swim-gear.

   He knew this was the moment as Nadine walked towards him in a tiny
golden bikini.  She was all gold, the gold satin pouch over her pussy, the
gold satin cups over her breasts, her long blonde hair, the gold straps of
her high heels, the golden tan of her trim body.

   His cock stiffened, and now the bulge must have been very, very
noticeable.

   But, wordless, she kicked off her slippers and lay down on her back
beside him.

   Ivan had always been good at sensing the mood of a boy or a woman, and
he knew she was ready for him, ready to accept his love...

   Best start off gentle and tender: plenty of time later to really enjoy
himself when she was a hundred percent his.

   He leaned over her and kissed her fleetingly on her forehead.  She
opened her eyes and must have found his smiling face and broad shoulders
exciting because she smiled and opened her arms for him.  He now kissed her
properly on the lips, feeling her arms close round him, her hands on his
muscular back.  Her tongue was as eager as his as they kissed open-mouthed,
and he felt free to feel her breasts through the flimsy satin.  No response
other than an even fiercer passion in her kiss, so his hand slipped down
inside the cup and found a firm little breast that needed no support from
the bikini bra, and a hard nipple, erect and promising passion.

   'I've wanted to kiss you so much, Nadine...'

   'And I've wanted you, Ivan, you've been so good and kind.  I knew you
wanted me and knew you were too considerate to show your feelings.'

   'You're so beautiful, Nadine, gorgeous.'

   His other hand was now stroking her belly, not quite flat but femininely
slightly rounded, smooth, tanned, muscle-toned.

   'I've looked at you, too, Ivan, and you have a wonderful, fit body
too....'

   His fingers now down inside the tiny bikini bottom, finger tips finding
her fleece and the swelling of her mound as again they kissed.  and then
his finger deeper down, reaching the lips of her cunt, slipping in and
finding her aroused, wet, warm, juicy.

   'God!  I've wanted you, Nadine.'

   He pulled the bikini top up so it was loose round her neck, her breasts
perky and bold as he kissed one nipple and then took it between his lips.
As she groaned he took her hand and placed it on his crotch where his cock
was striving to escape the tightness of his speedos.  She grasped it.... 
and then, as he played with her clitoris and kissed her breasts, she too
slid her hand down into his trunks and found the hot shaft of his penis.

   'We're both grown-up, Nadine, and know what we both want....  so let's
be naked.'

   Naked she was a true delight, a matchless beauty, long-legged, tanned,
pert breasts, blonde hair falling to her shoulders, blue eyes and those
full lips promising a sensual nature.  And her lovely pussy, with the small
triangle of pubic hair, a richer gold than her ash-blonde, the swelling
mound and the plump cunt-lips, aroused by his fit young body, opened by his
fingering, the little glistening pearl of her clitoris peeping out from its
hood.

   She leaned over his cock, looking at it: he later found out she had
never seen an erect circumcised cock, and that she thought he was much
better endowed than her husband had been.  He knew she would not suck it
having often watched her late husband's fumblings on his tv screen: that
would come in due time!  She contented herself with feeling and looking, so
he lay on top of her and his mouth found hers again.  Her arms closed again
around his back, hands kneading his shoulder muscles.  His cock was resting
against her pussy, and he reached between their bodies to rub it twice up
and down her crack, mingling her juices with his flowing pre-cum.  With
each pass he felt her open vagina, and he left his knob on the door-step,
as it were, while they kissed: he felt her breasts against his chest, as
they writhed and wriggled together.

   A push and his cock was in her, as he had promised her husband moments
before that unfortunate had met his Jesus.  She sighed her consent, and he
felt her legs around him too, trapping him so willing against her.  He
fucked her with long, slow, powerful strokes at first, but as he felt her
really opening to him, accepting the male again into her vagina, he speeded
up, and when he felt her about to cum used fast jabbing thrusts, a promise
of more violent and bizarre sex to come later.

   she came, and he heard her grunt with each spasm of her orgasm, gripping
his cock in her hot inside.  She had not yet squealed in uncontrolled
delight, as he had promised her husband, but she would.

   Oh yes!

   Ivan knew how to control his orgasm....  despite his ruthless and
violent, even psychopathic character he was in fact a tightly controlled
young man, his self control a useful mask hiding his very real evil!  So he
did not cum.  But as she lay looking at him, he quickly turned her over on
her belly and, hands under her, pulled her up so she was kneeling, really
seeing for the first time how good her arse was, not as broad as many a
fully grown woman, but rounded, tanned (she must have been sun-bathing nude
when he was out), and jutting provocatively.  A hand on each buttock, he
pulled her cheeks apart to see her pretty pink anus, petalled like a flower
("one day soon", he promised himself), and the purse of her cunt-lips, so
plump now and glistening with her lust.

   He placed his cock, thrust and was in her again, deep so his thighs met
her smooth bum.

   Arms around her, hands under her, one on each breast controlling her
movement and enjoying the firm feel of a young breast for the first time in
weeks....  his occasional whores always were either softer than this or had
the unnatural feel of silicon: these were real, young, firm and toned.  And
as silky smooth as that satin had been.  This was a fuck it had been worth
all the risk, planning and self-control to achieve....

   So her fucked her hard now, and it seemed the smack of his thighs
against her bum released any remaining inhibitions, as she told him how
good it was and backed her arse onto him to gain that extra centimetre as
his cock bashed against her womb neck inside.  She came, not yet with a
scream, but with one or two words you would not expect from a good
christian spouse.  Gratifying to Ivan!

   Who had not done yet, though it was getting more difficult to stop
himself cumming.

   He pulled her legs from under him, his cock still deep in her as her
second orgasm subsided, and then giving her the full weight of his body and
the full power of his athletic hips and bum, he fucked her, hard and
ruthless, driving her body into the air-bed.  His lips on the back of her
neck he bit her, and she came, a great shuddering orgasm, gripping his cock
as he drove it in and out.  And now at the peak of her orgasm she screamed
her delight, with a torrent of blasphemy and obscenity: That was what Ivan
was waiting for and he allowed himself to cum too, adding his own oaths to
hers, His lips on her neck, his hands grasping her hips, his cock spunking
deep inside her, great gushers: he had waited months for this moment.

   Finally they lay there, he on top of her, his cock still up her.  The
seduction he had promised himself had started, but there was more to come.
Oh yes.  this christian beauty was going to become his whore: it was now
only a matter of time.

   He rolled off her and she turned on her side looking at him, a strange
look on her face.  Amazement?  Admiration?  Perhaps even Adoration?

   Gratifying!  He let her speak first....

   'I never knew!  I never knew it could be like that, Ivan!  It was never
like that before.  You didn't cum!  You didn't cum till I came the third
time.  You waited!'

   'You'd never had that before, my darling?'

   The first time he had called her his darling, the first intimation of
the changed relationship, HIS darling, ownership!

   'No.  I thought the man always came....  I said you were
considerate......  darling.  And you're so big....here.' She held his wet
and sticky cock, and did not let go.

   'If you think that's big, you haven't had many lovers.  How many men
have you had, Nadine?'

   She blushed!  Holding his cock, cunt leaking cum, this still-innocent
only-just woman actually blushed.  Now that really was gratifying.  Fancy
seducing a woman who could blush!  This seduction, this prospect was now
doubly enticing.  Not only virtuous, but in some ways almost virginal, and
so incredibly sexy: and this woman would soon be begging for it....

   'But she answered, very quietly: there was only David, and now you.  So
I just did not know....'

   'Oh, my poor darling.  I should not have asked.  Kiss me again and say
you forgive me....'



   A good start, and they slept together that night, Ivan servicing her
cunt twice before sleep and again in the morning.  She came three times
each one, and now accepted that her first lover, the husband, had been a
good man, but a feeble lover compared with this young tiger.  Young?  He
was her age almost.  She had married at seventeen, her parents pleased she
had found a good christian gentleman, so she had been a mother at eighteen.
And now, at thirty, she was still almost as young as Ivan, who admitted to
being twenty seven "though seven of those years were wasted in prison".

   Where he had become a bisexual.....  or more probably had learned that
he was bisexual.

   Speaking of which, young Robin had been woken by his mother's grunts and
squeals in the night, her truly blasphemous outpourings crystal-clear
through the thin walls of the modern house.  He knew enough from Mr
Blenkinsop's "social biology" lessons and even more so from the stories and
fantasies circulated among the boys in the scool playground or in the
football team to know that Ivan was fucking his mother and that she was
loving it.  It gave an extra dimension to his masturbation that first
night. His disturbed night gave him the opportunity to jerk off three times
in unison with his elders.  He found the thought of Ivan's naked body
exciting, and was only slightly guilty about thinking of his mother naked
under her lover.  Not something he would need to confess after his
Confirmation.....



   Eight thirty on Sunday morning, and Ivan was in the kitchen frying eggs,
bacon and fried bread, coffe made and keeping warm on the hob when Robin
came in.  He looked bleary eyed....awake all night wanking, Ivan thought.

   Ivan was just wearing his boxer shorts and to the boy he looked
magnificent, as handsome as Beckham, he thought.

   It just blurted out....

   'You're real fit, Ivan!'

   Ivan knew what the boy meant, the unspoken desire to be cuddled by the
man, to feel his embrace.  More....

   'Gym most days.  But you've a good body too, Robin, coming on nicely. 
Show me your biceps.'

   In his tight, white y-fronts the lad looked so sexy as he flexed his
muscles.

   'Great!  Tuesdays guys can take their sons and daughters along to the
gym early evening.  Fancy coming along with me for a couple of hours after
school?  We'll have to pretend I'm your dad though.'

   'Oh yes please, Ivan.  Better get on with that or we'll be late to
church....'

   'We're not going to church today.  I'm taking this to Nadine and we're
having breakfast in bed instead.  Put a third plate and cup on the tray and
there's enough for you too.  You bring the coffee pot, and I'll bring the
tray.



   Ivan pushed the bedroom door open with his foot and for a long minute
the boy saw his mother sitting propped up against the pillows brushing her
hair.  The boy stopped and looked at her breasts....  as good as any in
Playboy he thought.  Better as they looked firm and much fitter than some
of those soft and plump models.  The thought of what he had heard during
the night flashed through his young mind and his cock stiffened.  He needed
two hands for the coffee pot so he could not hide the new bulge in his
underpants.  Oh dear!

   His mother looked embarassed too and pulled the sheet up to cover her
nakedness.

   'You sit in the middle of the bed and I'll hand you the tray.  We can
all use it like that.'

   So there they were, the boy between his naked mother and her lover in
just boxer shorts, and the boy could see Ivan had a hard-on as well as him!
He had slipped his legs under the sheets and when Ivan had got onto the bed
that had forced the boys naked thighs right up against his mother's.  Ivan
was sitting on top of the duvet and the boy and his mother were both
enjoying the sight of his near-naked body.

   'I thought it would be nicer to spend the morning in bed, Nadine, than
go to church.  and this afternoon a stroll on the Heath?'

   'Oh, that would be....' she hesitated,,, 'fun.....darling.'

   There!  she had said it and in the presence of her son, the word she
normally had reserved for her late husband.  Ivan noticed it, and so did
Robin.

   Ivan ate his bacon and eggs the plate balanced on his knee, Nadine and
Robin using the tray.

   It felt strange to Nadine to be sitting here naked with her son
near-naked pressed against her, but it was not unpleasant and so much had
been new since yesterday afternoon.  She looked across at Ivan, who had
finished his plate and was putting it back on the tray.  He was so
vigorous, so excitingly male, and she was sure she could see the shape of
an erect penis under his shorts, promising more delights very soon.

   Ivan reached over to pour himself a coffee and his movement pushed the
boy even closer against her, and that was oddly exciting too.  She felt
that tingle in her clit and the extra life-force that had been so rare
until yesterday....  Ivan now had his arm around the boy's shoulder as he
sipped his coffee and chatted about where they could walk later and that
they should take a picnic.

   He put his empty cup down.

   And the sheet slipped down from her breasts.

   'Ooops!'

   She pulled it up again.

   'She's a beautiful woman, your mother!'

   Robin felt Ivan's arm tighten round his shoulder, and the man tousled
his blonde hair with his free hand.

   'Now you take the empty tray to the kitchen and make us some sandwiches
to eat on our walk.  Off you go!'



   'You're a strange man, Ivan!  You don't mind Robin in our bed and seeing
me naked.'

   "Our bed".  Gratifying!

   'Got to be less uptight, darling.  Do him no harm to see how lovely a
woman can be.  And anyway he's only seen your lovely tits, not your
beautiful pussy.'

   She giggled as he pulled the sheet off her and pulled his shorts down.

   'I love your pussy, darling.'

   And he lay against her, face on her belly, opened her cunt lips and
placed a kiss on her clitoris.

   'Oh!  You can't....'

   'Oh yes, I can!'

   Her clit was a hard little nub and her whole crease was running with the
juices of her arousal as he licked up and down and round and round.  His
pointed tongue entered it and he felt her flinch as he held her thighs
apart.

   'Oh, Ivan, you can't want to.  No!'

   'Yes I can want, darling.  And I know you want it too.'

   With that he licked faster still, sometimes pullng at her clit with his
pursed lips.  He felt her hands in his hair, pressing his face harder into
her crotch, and heard her little panting squeaks.  And then she came, his
tongue as far up her as it could reach.

   A minute later they were kissing and for the first time she tasted
female love-juice, her own on her lover's mouth.

   'I never knew!  We never did!'

   'Wasted years!  Something else you never did, and everyone else does. 
And it gets you so ready for this....'

   He rolled her over on her back, spread her legs, and entered her with
one almost brutal thrust.

   In complete control of himself, he had counted just three thrusts, three
great crashes of his pubic bone against her mound, when she was coming
again, this time with grunts and squeals of pleasure.

   Noises easily heard in the kitchen!

   Robin put down the knife he was spreading the butter with and walked
down the corridor.  The bedroom door was open as he had left it walking out
with the tray.

   He was in time to see Ivan turn his mother over on her belly and pull
her up, arms round her waist till she was kneeling.  His cock had not left
her cunt while he did this.  The boy rubbed his cock as he watched the
fucking, an object lesson in how to do it as the slow, deep sweeps
gradually increased in power and speed until the sound of thighs smacking
against bottom echoed around the room.  Now Ivan was spanking her buttocks
with an open palm in exact time with the rhythm of his hips.  They were
side-on so he could see his mother's tits and her bum in profile.  He could
hear her and was surprised at what she was saying, words he had heard in
the playground but never before in his own house.  He could not see her
face as her blonde hair was loose and hung down in front of her.  But he
could hear her grunts and then the shriek of pleasure as she came yet
again.

   His little hand flew faster and faster up and down his cock and then the
boy came, a bigger, better orgasm than any of his wanking sessions had ever
produced, and a little stream of boy juice arched in the air to splatter on
the polished wood floor.

   Nadine had not noticed the boy watching them, but Ivan was well-aware
they were being observed.

   He collapsed the woman beneath him and shafted her, giving her the full
body-weight, the full power of his hips, and the full length of his cock.
As she came, noisily the ....  was it fourth time?....  he allowed himself
to cum too.

   Excellent!  Cunt sucked, and the boy would masturbate to memories and
fantasies of his sexy mother and her so-masculine lover, a good start to
the eventual seduction.

   Robin wiped the little pools of cum with his pants, and scampered away
out of sight!



   Just an ordinary family group out on a sunny Sunday afternoon....  that
is what they must have looked like to the very few walkers who ventured
more than a mile from the carparks.  But they were all three of them much
sexier in appearance than the boring average, and one of them at least had
sexual abitions that would shock most families.

   Because, as they sunbathed in a secluded spot among an outcrop of rocks
on the bleak moor where rabbits had nibbled the grass short, they could
have stepped straight out of a porn movie, so ideally sexy were they, and
catering to all tastes, beautiful woman, handsome man, and a teenage boy to
die for.

   They had eaten their sandwiches, drunk the thermos of tea, and were
sunbathing: still decent, the man in his striped boxer trunks, the boy in
his gleaming white y-fronts, and the woman in her bra and panties of white
broderie anglaise.  A close observer would have seen the man and the boy
both had erections tenting their pants, and was that a little damp patch in
her crotch?
Ivan had seen the boy's hard-on and his woman's arousal....  cunt lips
plumped into a pretty camel-toe visible though the tight lace panties.....
and knew they were aching for sex, probably the woman with him, and the boy
with either or both.  But he also knew that was risky for his long-term
anmbition of totally corrupting both, as he had promised her late husband
at the moment of his demise.  They would be ready to break that final taboo

for him when they had broken all the minor social conventions first!

   So he got the little tin from his ruck-sack, opened it and took out a
cigarette, lighting it and inhaling deeply.  The rough smoke bit his
throat, but there was the instant hit he wanted.

   'I never saw you smoke, darling....'

   There was slight disapproval in her voice....  the christian moralist
still surviving despite her treachery to her late husband and her
acceptance of some limited oral sex.

   'I don't, darling.  This aint an ordinary ciggy....  Here try a puff!'

   'Oh!  No!  I couldn't.'

   She could now smell the cannabis smoke as it drifted over her.

   'And you shouldn't.  It's illegal....'

   'Everyone does it, and it's harmless, and bloody good!  Here.  For me.
One puff!'

   He passed the joint to her and she held it as if it were explosive.

   'Go on, darling.  For me!'

   It went to her lips.

   'Pull deep on it and take the smoke right down.'

   She did....

   The taste was nasty, but the feeling was good.  She did not choke or
gag, but took another deep inhalation.  It made her head reel a bit, but
was so good!  Better than sherry!'

   He took it back from her, and had another pull himself.  The cigarette
was nearly half burned through.

   Robin was looking at them fascinated, and, wordless, Ivan passed him the
joint.  The boy inhaled: he had tried cigarettes of course, like most
twelve-year-old boys, but never cannabis, though he knew some older boys
certainly did.  He felt very grown-up as he took a second puff.  The
sensation was good.

   All three felt happy and very contented and they chatted together: not
sexual, just family chatter.  Ivan considered lighting a second, but
decided against it: that would do for one day.  The ice was broken and he
knew he would be able to eventually hook both of them on heavier stuff than
pot, and that was the key to unlock their completely willing submission to
his will.



   That night Nadine came to him in bed in a flowing black nylon nightdress
down to her heels.  It was sexy enough, and sufficiently transparent to
show her matchless tits clearly, and her lovely, almost boyish hips and
bum. Her shoulder length hair shone....  as it always did.  She seemed to
be wearing a tiny, black thong under it.

   He was about to tell her he preferred her naked when she, almost
embarassed whispered, 'No good tonight, Ivan darling.  My period started
just as we finished our walk.'

   'That's all right, sweetie.  You can suck me off.  I like that almost as
much....'

   At the doorway, peeping discretely round the door jamb, Robin heard this
and he let his stiff cock stick out the gap at the front of his pyjama
bottoms.

   'Oh, no, darling.  I couldn't bring myself to do that....'

   'You didn't mind me sucking your cunt though...' His voice was harsher.
'Of course you can.  Just do it!  You'll like that too, I'll bet.'

   Robin watched as she knelt over Ivan, he sitting propped against the
bedhead pillows, his cock sticking up hard and strong in front of him. 
Robin's cock, smaller but just as hard, stuck out in front of him too and
he held it in his right hand as his mother bent over and licked her new
man's knob.  Robin could see her tits down the front of her gown as she did
so, and the rest of her body even sexier because of the black nylon as like
all teenage boys he had already a bit of a lingerie fetish.  He had
imagined his mummy in high heels, black seamed stockings and black
garter-belt, and here she really was in glorious transparent nylon!  He
started to stroke his cock as he saw Ivan grasp her by the hair and force
her head down into his crotch so that stiff shaft filled her mouth.  She
gagged as it touched her throat.

   'Put your hand round the base so it doesn't make you gag....  and no
teeth, darling.  Now bob up and down on it so it slips in and out between
your lips.'

   Robin saw she was soon in the swing of it, and even grasped her lover's
balls with her free hand, pulling on the skin there.

   Ivan groaned his pleasure and held her head between his palms, these
sliding in her fine, slippery hair as she gave his cock a real loving suck.
Robin saw Ivan's hips beginning to move in the same rhythm and guessed he
was soon going to cum.  His own hand flew faster and faster.

   Then Ivan's legs tensed and his toes curled.  Robin's mummy gagged again
and the boy imagined the cum squirting into her mouth as she swallowed and
swallowed, and it was clear to the boy Ivan was squirting more than one lot
into her.  Three he reckoned, as his own spurt splattered on the floor in
front of him.

   He had a moment of panic when his eyes met Ivan's, and he knew Ivan had
seen him watching their sex, had even seen the boy cum.  But Ivan smiled
and winked.  He put a finger to his lips to order silence, and the boy knew
that, amazingly, Ivan was cool to it!

   He wiped up his spunk with his pyjama bottoms, incidentally giving Ivan
a fleeting view of still-hard cock-let, and as he turned to go back to his
own room a view of the most entrancing, rounded, plumping, delicious
boy-bottom.



   If it were a military campaign Ivan was conducting the next few days
would be consolidating the ground won.  Nadine was now a confirmed
cock-sucker and enjoyed his increasingly honest descriptions of his
interesting sex life, shocked at first by his admission of his
homosexuality in his prison years, and how he had come to really enjoy it,
especially the cock sucking and fucking.  But she was also fascinated both
by his honesty and the graphic descriptions.  She now knew men did this,
though they seldom admitted it, and not all of them who liked it were a
hundred percent gay!  Secretly she began to think it would be exciting to
see two men making love...  perhaps even Ivan.....

   And she realised how silly she had been about cock-sucking: it really
gave her a buzz to feel Ivan's passion as his cock exploded its juice into
her mouth, his hands on her tits.  It would be even better, she thought if
his mouth was on her pubes at the same time.  She told herself she would
ask him for that as soon as her period was finished.

   And Robin?  He now loitered every evening outside their door watching
until the light was switched off.  he knew Ivan had seen him there, knew he
was watching, but thought probably his mummy did not.  At least she showed
no signs of seeing him as she serviced that lovely big cock!

   A cannabis spliff shared among the three of them had become the standard
after-dinner desert for Ivan, his new squeeze and the formerly
scared-of-drugs boy.  Ivan's dealer had supplied him with some other pills,
cocaine, and also the works for heroin....but softly, softly catchee
monkey!

   Until Thursday, when Ivan met Robin after school, and they went together
to the gym.



   Four o'clock on a weekday the gym was quiet, with very few, mostly male
and elderly clients about.

   Robin was so sexy in his gym-gear, and so keen on the various exercise
machines he gave Ivan his usual hard-on.  The few other members would
assume Ivan was the boy's daddy, and although several of them looked at the
boy out of the corner of their eyes as he used an exercise bike or the
weights, none dared make a pass!

   Five o'clock, and Ivan told the boy they would go now, but they needed a
shower first, having sweated up.

   The locker room was empty, like the gym largely at this hour, and the
two were silent as they undressed.  Both knew this was a big moment.

   Robin had seen Ivan naked, but only with lights dimmed and across the
marital bedroom, and much detail obscured by the tangle of limbs as his
mother was fucked or sucked, or sucked her new lover.  Now he could see his
idol naked and close-up, his hard pecs, his genuine six-pack, and his broad
shoulders making a triangle of back down to his hard little bum.  Close up,
and as the cock was only half-hard he could see it was circumcised, and he
was pleased.  In the whole of his class there was only him and Jason McFoil
who were cut, and he had often felt a bit odd looking at the other boys
naked in the showers all with their dangling foreskins.  He thought the cut
knob looked very handsome, much sexier....

   Ivan had seen Robin naked several times, but again never in good light
and never close up.  The boy was a wet-dream with his blonde hair echoed by
the tiny triangle of slightly more golden curls at his pubes.  His cock was
still hairlesss, and his little ball-sack had only the lightest fuzz.... 
so pretty, but must still itch the boy sometimes, Ivan thought.  And above
all the boy had flawless, tanned skin, his thighs, chest and back a lovely
gold, and so clear of any teenage blemish: he was one of those lucky little
boys not troubled by acne.  The boy turned to hang up his sports gear, and
his bottom was everything a pedo could desire, not masculine yet but
certainly not feminine, a boy's bottom and lovely in its jutting roundness,
white and un-sun-tanned.  This, after all, was one of the two main reasons
Ivan had murdered his father, and today was going to be the first dividend
on that investment!

   His cock hardened, and as he held the boy's hand, leading him towards
the showers and his seduction, he saw the boy's cock had stiffened too, a
respectable size for a twelve-year-old he guessed....  must be nearly five
inches long.  Would be fun to have that up his own arse one day!

   The showers were separate stalls, but there was just enough room in one
of them for the two soon-to-be-lovers, plastic curtain drawn discretely
over the opening.

   They went through the motions of soaping themselves down though both man
and boy knew that was not what they had gone to the showers for....

   'Soap my back, Robin.'

   Little hands massaged his back, feeling the muscles, and then his hard
equally muscular bum.'

   'In the crack too.'

   His secret place!  Robin felt a tightness in his chest as his soapy
fingers slipped up and down te crease, and then under to the hard of his
perineum.  Ivan was so masculine!  Unasked, one little hand soaped Ivan's
balls and then felt for his hard cock.  The boy heard Ivan groan his
pleasure and knew he had been right.

   'Your turn now....'

   Ivan had not had a twelve-year-old-boy since he was that age himself,
and even the most boyish of the prisoners had not been this perfect.  The
boy stood under the needles of warm water as his new "daddy" soaped his
back, feeling the flawless skin, and then down to that so-cute, jutting
bottom.  Eager fingers sought out the boy's secret rose and fingered it,
not penetrating.....  not yet!  Now round to handle the near-naked ball
sack, and then the proud little cock.  Not so little in fact, Ivan thought,
and unconsciously licked his lips in anticipation.

   He turned the boy round to look at him and let the water wash the soap
from his cock.

   He turned the water off

   Now Robin was astounded as this big, strong man knelt in front of him
and held his balls, the other had round his bottom, pulling him closer. 
And then Ivan's lips closed round Robin's cock and the boy knew the
pleasure he had seen his mother give her lover the night before.

   Jeez!  It felt good as his shaft slid into Ivan's mouth and he felt the
warmth and the wetness there, and the tongue fluttering up and down its
sensitive front.

   Ivan's hand was right in his bum crease now!  And then he felt a finger
penetrate: he flinched but in surprise, not pain.  The finger, perhaps two,
was right inside him now and rubbing in and out, rubbing somewhere inside
that felt strange.  Felt good, the boy decided, as Ivan's head bobbed up
and down making the shaft slip in and out, rubbing against his lips.
He held Ivan's head between his hands and now his hips were, without the

boy thinking, making small fucking movements.

   Ivan concentrated on massaging the boy's prostate: he knew he had it
just right now.

   Robin felt the orgasm rising, starting back there where Ivan was
finger-fucking him, making his balls nearly ache with the pleasure, and
then the rush as his cum exploded into Ivan's mouth.  Ivan swallowed the
boy-juice joyfully: the boy was his now, his to own.  Gratifying!

   'My turn now.'

   He stood up and had Robin crouch.  The boy tenatively licked that penis:
it was silky on the outside, but as hard as steel within.  The knob was
sort of pointed and not much wider really than the shaft, so it was easy to
get his mouth around it.  He felt Ivan's hands holding his head and looked
up, his blue eyes soft now with love and admiration.  the cock slipped in
further, and the boy held it so it would not touch the back of his
throat.....  like Ivan had told his mummy!

   And now Ivan was fucking his mouth, his cock slipping in and out: the
boy cupped the free-swinging ball-sack in one hand, and was rubbing the
base of the cock with the other.

   There was no point in controlling his coming here in a rather public
place.  Ivan knew how to delay, but just now he let the boy have the full
force of his orgasm as soon as his body demanded it.

   The boy swallowed, and swallowed and swallowed.

   He thought it was lovely!

   The shower on again, they had a cummy kiss, long and lingering, the boy
with his eyes closed in ecstasy.



   In the evening Robin watched as usual as the couple first had a
sixty-nine, his mother's squeals muffled by Ivan's cock plugging her mouth.
He realised that Robin had not cum this time, had controlled himself,
saving it for the fucking.  He watched as Ivan took her kneeling, and then
on her back, her legs crossed tight over his buttocks, and then in the air
clamped in his arm-pits.  She came three more times, noisily.

   Robin decided to try co control himself as he now knew his new "daddy"
could and was enjoying the feeling of "edging" as he watched Ivan light a
cigarette.

   The scent of cannabis drifted across the room to the boy, and he could
clearly hear their pillow-talk.

   'How long were you inside, darling?'

   'I got seven years, but was out after four'

   'It must have been terrible...'

   'Not too bad.  The best was the sex.  Lots of sex....'

   'But all men, darling!'

   'I like men, too, sweetie.'

   He was idly fondling her tits as they passed the cigarette between them.


   'Guy I shared a cell with for the last two years is still a good
friend.'

   'You used to fuck him?'

   'Sometimes.  Mostly he fucked me.  Big handsome guy, very posh but
always jovial, good company.  You'd like him I'm sure.'

   'You really like to be fucked?  I mean it must hurt....'

   'No it doesn't!  And yes I love that.  But I used to fuck as well,
mostly if there was a young prisoner.  I've managed to keep some of the
cash from the bank-job.....  they looked for it but never found it....  and
money talks inside.  Lots of guys would give you their bum for cash to buy
drugs or tobacco with.'

   'Drugs!  In prison?'

   'Drugs and sex is what keeps the whole system sane, darling!'

   'Like this cannabis?'

   'Yes, and much more....'

   'Did it make you cum, when your best friend fucked you?'

   'Yes, he could always make me cum....'

   'That would be a sight to see...'

   She was rubbing at her clit now, as they talked, and from the door-jamb
Robin could see her open cunt and her clitoris: it had been worth waiting,
edging!

   'I should invite him round to dinner, and then you could if he stayed
overnight.  I'm sure you'd like him.'

   'I'd like to see, darling....'

   'He's called Bertram, but everyone calls him Bertie..



   Saturday morning neither Ivan nor Robin were up and dressed when Nadine
announced she was going to do the week's shop at Asda, and then to her
friend Heather's coffee-morning.  She'd be back by one.

   As soon as she was gone Robin came trotting into Ivan's room.  His idol
lay naked on the bed watching the news.

   He zapped the tv, and grabbed the boy's hand, pulling him very willing
onto the bed, They lay side by side kissing a long time, Robin feeling his
"daddy's" body with eager hands, Ivan's hands down into the boy's pyjamas
and fondling his bum.

   When they came up for air, he pulled those pyjama bottoms down and off,
and the boy sat up to remove the top, so now it was naked flesh to naked
flesh.

   'Are we going to suck again, daddy?'

   "Daddy!" Gratifying, Ivan thought.

   'If you want, Robin, but I've got a treat for you.'

   He went over to the wardrobe and the boy watched as he opened the
combination lock on a black briefcase and took out a plastic bag.  He
picked up a bottle from the cupboard over the wash-basin and returned to
the bed where the boy looked interested, even excited.

   'I learned to do this in prison....'

   It was the works for heroin!

   'Look away.  It won't hurt, just a prick.'

   With the torniquet the young vein was easy to find and the needle slid
in.  The boy felt the effect almost immediately, a warm feeling of
well-being.  He wanted to be kissed again.

   But first the baby oil.  Sonme drops into the boy's crease, and then the
kiss, fingers again in the boy's arse.

   Robin's euphoria was complete: whatever Ivan had put in his arm felt so
good now, and with his lover in his arms and thaose fingers rubbing so
right life was good.

   'I love you, daddy....'

   'And I love you, Robin.  Does that feel good?'

   'I think I could cum, just with you rubbing me in there....'

   'I'll show you something even better.....'

   'Fucking?  Like you used to in prison?'

   'So you could hear last night?  Little rascal.  but yes, I'm going to
fuck you.'

   'And it won't hurt?'

   'Might a bit at first, first time, but it will soon be good, better than
my fingers....'

   He turned the boy on his back and lifted and bent his legs so he could
see the pink rose of his anus.  So pretty, and the inside of his thighs so
soft and white.  He just had to....  He kissed, and then licked, and then
pentrated with his tongue.  The boy could feel the roughness of the man's
cheeks against his thighs and the tip of his tongue as he rimmed him.  It
was good, but not as good as those fingers had been!

   Now Ivan was kneeling, putting more oil in and up the boy, and on his
own cock.  Ivan had a pedo's cock with no wide-flaring knob and it entered
quite easily.  The drugs had relaxed the boy, his feeling of euphoria
intense now, and although somewhere at the back of his mind there was
discomfort, pain even, he did not mind as he gave himself willingly to his
new daddy.  As Ivan fucked him, holding his legs splayed apart, it was
indeed good, as that long cock pumped against the spot where his fingers
had given pleasure.  But not as much as this, and Ivan could see the dreamy
look in the boy's eyes as he enjoyed this first fuck.  Yes, that look in
the clear blue eyes was probably drug-induced, but the smile was one of
pleasure.  It was a pleasure Ivan knew well, and was glad he could give it
to the boy, though his main feeling was one of triumph: he would hook the
boy on heroin now, and as the boy's cock waved in front of him, between the
two of them, he knew the boy would be back for more fucking!

   'Oooooo!  Fuckin ell, I'm gonna cum!'

   The boy juice squirted right up to Robin's shoulder, a streak of white
against his tanned body.

   'I came!  I never even touched my cock.  It was all your fucking,
daddy.'

   Time for Ivan to cum now, and with a series of deep, powerful thrusts he
squirted his load into the boy.

   Where was the choirboy now?  His promise to the murdered man as he fed
him to the sharks was becoming fulfilled.  Gratifying!



   Routine settled down for a few days.  Nadine and her son had their
morning and evening heroin, and both had now learned how to inject
themselves.  Ivan made sure he controlled the supply!

   The boy was for ever touching his new daddy up, goading him into
buggering him, and was beginning to wonder which of his other contacts...
school teachers, older boys at school, neighbours, even the guys who hung
about in the park obviously cruising for sex, might be able to help out the
increasingly haggard-looking Ivan.  He had learned about the anal douche,
and was always very clean when Ivan fucked him.

   Because Ivan was beginning to find his "family duties" a bit heavy, even
for a fit guy like him.  Nadine wanted it night and morning, and the boy
had become really randy and demanding.

   Church was now completely forgotten....  never mentioned by either of
them.

   Nadine was as beautiful as ever, but was favouring more and more slutty
(in the sense of tarty) clothes, delighting in showing off her lovely tits
and legs whenever they went out together.  She had suggested a tattoo for
both of them....  a little devil with a big cock on her buttock, and a
similar one, on his.  He had refused a female version, but Nadine said it
was ok for his female devil to have a cock.  So his tattoo had the best of
both worlds....  long hair, nice tits, and an out-size erect penis.

   Ivan had persuaded her to have a "Hollywood" wax, removing all the pubic
hair, and making her pussy again a little-girl's in its smoothness, though
not in the swelling mound of her mons nor the plumpness of her cunt lips.

   She knew her lover was fucking her son and accepted it as inevitable. 
After all he had told her he was bisexual, and that it was the youngest and
most boyish of the other prisoners that had interested him most.  When he
finaaly confirmed her suspicions and told her he had shagged Robin and that
the boy loved it as much as he did, she just shrugged her shoulders and
made sure she got more than her fair share of his cum in future!

   The idea of taking Robin into her bed and showing him what a woman could
do for him had crossed her mind, just as it had Robin's, but she wanted to
be sure it would not annoy Ivan, who had shown he had a terrible temper....
though not thankfully at the expense of either Nadine or Robin.

   For a while Ivan thrived on the competition for his cock between the
mother and the son, but recently it was getting to him: he was feeling
tired!

   Ivan reckoned both of them were ready to take on other lovers, other men
both of them.  Ready?  They were clearly gagging for it, and thank goodness
Bertie had agreed to come and spend the night next Friday before Ivan was
totally ruined, knackered!

   Bertie assured him he was tested free of any infection, and recently
too, so they would be able to bare-back.



   Dinner with Bertie along had been a hurried affair as all of them were
looking forward to satisfying very different appetites.

   Bertie had not brought the traditional bottle of wine, or bunch of
flowers for the hostess, but after the Chinese takeaway was cleared away he
took out the plastic packet from his waistcoat pocket.  Coke!

   Nadine and Robin watched with interest as Ivan took a picture from the
wall and with his bank-card split the four powder into four lines..... 
yes, he intended the boy to partake, for reasons we well know.  Bertie had
even thought to bring a straw.

   'Nicked from MacDonald's!'



   The high was just starting for Nadine as she sat on the settee, Bertie
beside her.  Ivan and her son watched as he fondled her breast through the
silk of her dress, and then unclasped it and slid the zip down so the dress
fell as far as her waist.  she was naked....  no bra and did not need one
as her breasts were as pert and firm as any teenage girl's.  The boy in
particular watched fascinated as Bertie leaned over his mother and licked a
nipple, still fondling one breast as he gently bit the other one.

   Then the boy was even more attentive as she stood up and let the dress
fall to her ankles: no stockings, but smooth, elegant legs, and her almost
boyish bum simply covered with a tiny white lace thong, just cupping her
pussy-mound, and as she turned for a moment, disappearing into the crease
of her lovely buttocks.  He had seen his mother naked before, but in the
gloom of their bedroom, never as clear as this.  His cock was almost
painfully hard.

   Ivan was undressing!

   Robin took this as a cue, and was undressing too.  He heard the "stage
whisper" his mother made with her mouth close to Bertie's ear.

   'Yes!  I want you, Bertie, but first I want to see you shag Ivan.  That
will make me especially horny.  And you're overdressed, darling.'

   Bertie was indeed overdressed, and it took some time to remove
three-piece suit, shoes, socks, tiee, shirt, vest, pants, and stand in
front of her.  He was a large man....  but it was not fat flab: all muscle,
and a big cock, with a great, flaring mushroom of a knob.  She leaned
forward and kissed it....  only her third cock!

   'I can see why Ivan says prison was not too bad!'

   And turning to Ivan, 'Let's all go to bed and I can see you fucked,
darling.  That would be a first for me, and so horny.'



   She lay almost at the side of the bed, with her son very close to her,
giving room for the two men.

   There was no foreplay!  Ivan knelt and spread his buttocks while Bertie
dripped some baby oil into the crease, and onto his own cock, rubbing it
round his shaft and then right into Ivan's anus.  Nadine could see Bertie's
finger up inside her man, and felt her pussy tingle: the coke, too was
having its effect.  Frankly she was excited.  And so was Robin.

   Greatly daring the boy gently felt his mother's so-long-lusted-for
breasts: he had never felt a girl's tits, and probably would never again in
his life find such matchless beauty, such smoooth, firm, rounded,
nipple-erect tits!  His mother pulled him closer and took his hand, pulling
it down to her belly, and inviting him, silently, to slip it into the
waist-band of ther thong.  He did, his finger finding her hairless pussy
near-open for him, her cunt juicy.  He slipped a finger into her vagina,
felt it gripped, and heard her sigh as she whispered "Kiss me!"

   So neither of them saw the moment of penetration.

   But both broke off their kiss as they heard Ivan's response to his first
passive fuck in months.

   'Jeez!  That's as good as ever, Bertie.  Now fuck me hard!'

   Robin and his mother both watched fascinated and excited as that broad,
long penis cranked in and out, sliding its full length with each thrust. 
sometimes it came right out and that flaring knob had to force its way in
again.  The muscles of Bertie's broad arse moved sexily as his thighs
crashed into the kneeling Ivan, and with each push Bertie's anus winked a
moment at the watchers.

   But Nadine was interested in Robin's body too, and was stroking him,
holding his cock in her sweaty hand.  As for Robin, he was watching the two
men fuck and wondering what it would be like...obviously Ivan loved it!....
but equally interested in licking and sucking his mother's nipples and
fingering her clitoris and inside her vagina.

   Nadine rolled over on top of the boy and sat astride him.  He reached up
and handled her breasts, two breasts, two hands.  She laughed, raised
herself, grasped his cock upright, and sank down on it.

   Just as Robin felt the warmth and wetness of her vagina, as it gripped
his cock, Bertie came and the two men rolled over sideways to watch mother
and son fucking.

   Ivan had not cum and his cock twitched as he watched Nadine shagging her
son, the boy grasping one of her breasts and fondling her bum with the
other hand.  A drop of sweat fell from her onto his chest: the family had
come a long road since that day he went shark fishing with David Fallon. 
Gratifying!

   Ivan's arse expelled Bertie's cock, and the big man lumbered off to the
sink in the corner to rinse his cock.  It was still clean....  Ivan must
have douched...  but he intended to enjoy Ivan's woman before having the
boy.  Like Ivan (they had often discussed this when locked in their cell!)
he preferred small tits, teenage tits standing almost conical, with small
hard nipples.  Nadine still had a young girl's body, and Bertie, viagra
fuelled, had no problem with keeping hard for her after shafting her man.

   Rinsed and dried he stood by the bed: Ivan and young Robin were kissing,
hugging each other and rubbing cock against cock.  The boy's bum was smooth
and slender, though nicely rounded: Bertie promised himself he would slde
his cock between those pretty buttocks, but the deal with Ivan had been to
fuck Ivan and then Ivan's woman.

   Bertie was not surprised at Ivan wanting to share his beautiful woman
and delightful boy, as he had often met men who liked to see their
partners, of both sexes, well fucked.

   And Ivan's woman was a real beauty: incredible she was nearly thirty and
a mother too, with a figure like that.

   He stood by the bed looking down at her, cock dripping pre-cum onto the
bedsheet.

   She smiled and looked up at him.  There was a glint in her blue eyes,
but her lips were soft and feminine.  She reached forward and held his cock
by the base of the shaft.

   'Is this for me now, big boy?'

   'You want it?'

   'I want!'

   She sat up and, arms around his buttocks slipped the cock between her
lips.

   Ivan saw and smiled.  Gratifying!

   'Later, little darling.  I want to fuck you first.  You can swallow my
cum later.'

   'I'll be full of my son's spunk.....'

   'All the better!'

   She lay back and opened her legs, her shaven cunt-lips swollen now with
lust and her pink pearl of a clit just peeping out.

   But this was worth waiting for, Bertie thought, and he lay beside her
rather than on top and pulled her over onto her side so he could kiss her
and squeeze one of her breasts.

   'You've lovely breasts, Nadine.'

   'They're small.  I thought you guys liked big bazongas....'

   'Not this guy.  I love them small, firm and pert like these, so good to
caress, to squeeze and suck.  And your flat belly and cute little arse. 
Not like those huge broad-bummed women you get in the flesh mags.  You've
got the body still of a fifteen year old girl, and I love it!'

   'What do you know about fifteen year old girls, you naughty man?'

   'Enough to know it's better to shag a tiny doll like you, darling, and
take it from me I know.  So does your man....  he likes them small and
young.'

   'And male by the looks of it!  She winked and nodded at the couple
beside them, where Ivan had Robin's cock in his mouth.'

   Their brief conversation ended in a passionate kiss, and Bertie was on
top of her now.

   They heard Robin's whisper.

   'Can I fuck you, Ivan.  You've had me a lot but I never fucked a man
before....'

   'Fucking your mother given you an appetite, eh?  Of course you can.'

   'He knelt and spread his buttocks fo the boy...'

   'Hey!  You,ve got the same tattoo as mummy on your bum...'

   'Near, but not quite.  Mine has a cock and tits too.  You won't need any
oil.  There's all Bertie's cum up there!  Just shove it in.'

   Even without oil, Robin's cock did not make a great impression on
Ivan....  too small after Bertie's big one.  But the knowledge that the boy
was moving ever further from the church morality of David Fallon, only a
few short weeks ago, that gave an edge to the boy's fucking, and he was
athletic enough to smack his thighs hard into the spread buttocks, taking a
nice long time with his balls emptied once into his mummy's cunt.  So, even
without the pounding Bertie had given his prostate, Ivan was finding this
fuck very sensual.

   Even more so when the boy started to slap his arse in time with the
thrusts.  Where had the boy got that from?  Ah, his peeking at the two
adults fucking!

   'Wank me.  Robin, while you fuck.  Reach under and jerk me off,
sweetie.'

   Beside them the couple were hugging each other and watching the show.

   'Fuck me, Bertie.  Please!  God!  I need it.  It's so horny!'

   Roughly he turned her over on her belly, arms under her pulled her into
a kneeling position, and just pulled her cunt lips apart and rammed it up
her.

   She squealed, Robin caught Bertie's eye and the man winked at him.  They
smiled at each other and both redoubled their fucking, the boy wanking at
Ivan's cock, Bertie reaching beneath Nadine and fingering her clitoris.

   Nadine came noisily with a series of grunts, each marking a spasm
through her body, but Bertie did not stop.  In fact he went at her harder
and took his lead from Robin, slapping her bum with each thrust.  He did
not need to stimulate her clit now as her whole body was awake sexually:
she felt another orgasm building, and immediately after it a third.  Bertie
came just as she managed her fourth, and then realised Robin had already
cum and was wiping his cock on a towel.

   Nadine and Ivan lay collapsed, inert on the bed.  Fucked!



   In the bathroom Robin and Bertie, side-by-side rinsed their cocks.

   'Are you staying the night?'

   'I sure am, boy.'

   'What do you want to do next?'

   'I want your cute arse, Robin.  While you suck your mummy's pussy.  And
then I'll watch you fuck your mummy again....'



   Nadine was alone when the two returned to the bedroom, but Ivan returned
a moment later with a small tray.  Two syringes and some rubber tubing.

   'Fix time!'

   Bertie watched as the two injected, noticing that they had no problem
with the veins: they had not been using long he guessed.

   'Mummy, Bertie wants to fuck me while I suck you off, and then watch
while I fuck you.'

   Nadine just smiled but, propped against the pillows she opened her legs
for the boy, her pussy gleaming from her juices and the cum.  Robin knelt.
his face in her crotch and spread his bum.

   Ivan cleared away the empty syringes, and stood by the bed.

   'I'm leaving you three to play.  Do you want waking in the morning,
Bertie?'

   'Shit!  No!'







   The weeks passed happily, Ivan fucking Robin and Nadine, Robin fucking
Ivan and Nadine, and Robin and Nadine getting to know half a dozen of
Ivan's old prison buddies....  getting to know them very well indeed, and
thoroughly enjoying the widening of their sexual horizons that resulted.

   Robin had been invited to, so far, four select "parties" held in a very
up-market house in Chelsea, arriving back at the flat in the morning eyes
glazed, bum sore, and pockets full of twenties.  Not afraid to "kiss and
tell" the boy amused his two adult lovers with descriptions of the Great
And Good who attended these little gatherings to satisfy their yearning for
teen and pre-teen boys.  Even worldly-wise Ivan was astounded at some of
the names reeled off by Ivan along with descriptions of what turned each
one on!

   Robin had taken to waxing and shaving his pubes and like his mother was
doubly sexy as a result, looking a couple of years younger than his real
age and sending the men wild with lust for him!

   So Ivan was satisfied with the progress he had made corrupting the two
formerly saintly Christians.

   But he had not forgotten his promise to the bound, petrified and soon to
die David Fallon that he would whore his pretty, nun-like wife, and turn
his upright young son into a rent boy.  It was time to move the project on,
partly as revenge and partly to satisfy his own urges that even he did not
wholly understand.....  perhaps, he thought, that little transexual devil
tattooed on his bum held some secret meaning?

   The boy and the woman were really hooked on their heroin nowadays,
fixing every morning and evening: various other tabs, spliffs, and powder
got them through sometimes, but both wanted their fix most of all.  And
Ivan controlled the supply.

   He watched as they injected before Robin left for school, and Nadine for
her job in the hotel reception.

   'You'll both have to cut down on it from now on.....  my cash is running
out!  Kevin has been good about reducing the price as I'm a regular
customer, but even that will be beyond us.  Your pay, Nadine, plus my
plumbing is just about enough to keep us without any spare for drugs. 
Sorry!

   There was a shocked silence, and then both of them almost sceaming they
had to have it.  Had to!

   Ivan knew they would!

   'Sorry!  We've been using my savings, but they are all gone now.....  so
its cold turkey........  Unless you both earn quite a bit more!'

   'How?' Both of them in unison.

   'You both have something to sell that guys would love to buy.  Young,
firm bodies, and you both love sex.  You could easily earn enough....'

   Robin was silent: his "parties" had been little more than whoring as he
well knew.  OK, he thoroughly enjoyed most of the sex, certainly more than
some of the waifs, strays and care-home cases who made up the other boys.
They did not get as many tips he suspected, and he knew he was much, much
better looking!

   Nadine seemed shocked.  She had seen one or two girls who went across
the hotel lobby on the arm of a different man each time and knew what they
were about!

   'Whoring?  You want me to be a whore?'

   'Just an idea.  Can't think where else we can get cash to support your
habit.  And if you picked the guys....  and gals probably....  you could
chose guys you fancied, and you'd enjoy it.





   Of course, the thought of even a day without their fixes was
intolerable, and it was decided Robin would cruise in the lay-bye on the
ring-road where rent-boys sometimes stood.  It was handy: down their
street, round the tennis club, and over the fence into the lay-bye.  Twenty
for a blow-job in the guy's car, thirty for mutual.  A fuck at home in the
flat £60, or £90 for a full hour.

   Nadine joined a website used by whores, her photo spectacular with her
naked breasts, tiny lacy thong, and high heels.  Her rates, to start with,
would be the same as the boy's.



   Robin thought to himself it would be easier in winter when the evenings
were dark and he would be less obvious than now, standing alone in broad
daylight as the traffic roared past on the ringroad.  This first time he
was nervous, but excited by the prospect of sex with a stranger, and of
course the money for his next fix.

   Ahmed drove his new Mercedes carefully inside the limit, feeling relaxed
after a successful day in his property business and looking forward to
getting home to his loving wife and two lovely children.  Life was good! 
In the inside lane, cars all overtaking him, he had a good look at the boy
in the lay-bye and his first reaction was annoyance....  not only whores
but even rent-boys now.  What was the city coming to?  Something should be
done about it!

   But his second reaction was altogether more surprising: the boy was
really sexy.  Blonde!  His white silk shorts were so tight you could see
the shape of a cute little bum and even his bulge, and so short they really
showed off his long, slender, tanned legs.  That top had been cropped short
so you could se his navel and firm, tanned belly, and it was tight enough
to see his nipples through it.  Ahmed guessed the boy was no older than his
own son, barely twelve probably.

   He was past the lay-bye, but wanted another look so he pulled out into
the fast lane, gunned the Mercedes, round the roundabout, back fast along
the other carriageway, round the roundabout and then slow up the inside
lane.  The boy was still there, and almost unthinking Ahmed turned into the
lay-bye and stopped twenty yards before the boy.

   From behind, the boy was just as beautiful: amazingly, because he had
not thought of boys as sex objects before, his cock was stiff as the boy
turned and walked back to the car.

   Ahmed lowered the window and the boy leaned on it: his face was as
pretty as his body, almost feminine with full lips, perfect complexion and
blue eyes, a lock of blonde hair flopping over his forehead.

   Robin was pleased the guy was well-built and had an expensive looking
suit....  that and the car said money!  As his first this would do....  and
the boy was excited by the prospect of his very first Asian....

   'Good evening, Mister, are you looking for something?'

   'I might be...'

   Might be?  Ahmed was!  He had the hots for this boy, and why not: the
boy was clearly a whore....

   'I could suck you off in the car, but it would be better to go to my
place.  It's just past the roundabout, two minutes from here.  You want to
fuck me?'

   'How much?'

   'Seventy to fuck me, or a hundred for a full hour on my bed with me. 
I'm worth it.'

   'I bet you are.  Get in!'

   As they drove the short distance each looked out the side of their eye
at the other, and each liked what they saw.  Robin's cock was stiff too. 
They parked opposite the flats.



   Ivan was home, and Nadine too in her new "working clothes".....  lacy
bra, matching garter-belt and open crotch panties, silky fully-fashioned
stockings and high heels, waiting for the phone to ring.  Her first evening
too!  They heard Robin come in, pass the living room door, and along the
corridor to his room.  Ivan switched on the wide-screen tv and the closed
circuit camera he had installed in Robin's room worked well, the two of
them watching the boy and his first client undress.

   Ivan smiled as the man took out his wallet, counted out five twenty
pound notes, and Robin put them in his bedside drawer: condoms and a
lube-pump were handy on the top of the same cabinet, and doubtless the guy
had seen them there too!  As the guy undressed, carefully draping his suit
over a chair, Nadine's arm snaked around Ivan's neck....  she was aroused
by this large, muscular man, brown, silky skin and a mat of black hair on
his chest and belly.

   Robin was naked much faster and his cock stood nicely as Ahmed removed
his boxers to reveal a long, thin cock, probably cut, purple knob and a
shaft much darker brown than his body generally.  Ahmed smiled and lifted
the boy up in his arms, cradling him as their mouths met.  Then the two of
them on the bed, Ahmed exploring the boy's body with his hands and his
lips.

   The boy's skin was silkier even than his wife's, his young flesh firmer.
Ahmed was not attracted to men generally, but this boy was something
different, and so willing as their tongues met and the boy caressed Ahmed's
bum.

   'Fuck me!  I want to feel you in me....'

   The first words spoken since they entered the room.

   Ahmed reached for a condom and tore the foil.

   'Let me!'

   The boy took it and slowly rolled it down the guy's cock, feeling how
hard and springy it was.  There would be no difficulty getting this up and
into his tight little hole.  A squirt of lube over it and the boy passed
his fist once up and down to spread it: anther squirt on the very tip.

   'Kneel on the edge of the bed.'

   The man had very little accent and what little there was was Yorkshire:
clearly he was English born and bred

   'Down a bit.  Yes, that's just right!'

   Ivan and Nadine watched as Ahmed spread the boy's buttocks and placed
his cock.  As they saw his arse muscles clench pushing hard at the boy's
anus, Ivan felt Nadine's hand on his crotch.....yes he was hard, He felt
her crotch and found her pussy nice and wet, his fingers inside her
open-crotch panties and over her shaven cunt-lips.  Like Ivan, she found
the sight of her son being fucked by a stranger, fucked for money,
exciting.

   Man and boy were side on to the camera so the two voyeurs had a good
view of both and of that long, thin, near-black cock sliding in and out of
white buttocks, the man starting to sweat as his thighs crashed into the
boy faster and faster, making slapping and slurping noises that could be
heard throughout the flat.  Robin was still hard, but sensibly was not
jerking his own cock so he probably would not cum.

   Ahmed felt beneath the boy, and found that hard cock.  The feeling of it
in his hand and the knowledge that the boy was enjoying this too tipped him
over the edge and he came, each thrust making a sort of growl in the guy's
throat.

   And then he was still for two whole minutes, amazed at the power of his
orgasm, stronger than when he shagged his loving wife.  This was good!

   He pulled the condom off and threw it in the waste-paper basket,
surprised that there was no shit on it.  That was a bonus....  the boy's
arse was as clean as a female cunt.

   Nadine and Ivan watched as The two lay again on the bed, but now Ahmed
sucking the boy's cock.

   And then the phone rang!

   Ivan listened as, using her posh "telephone voice" made sexier by being
slower and deeper than usual, she negotiated the price and gave directions.

   'Should be ok...  drives a BMW convertible and sounds upper-class. 
Sounds young, too.'

   Ahmed had sucked the boy off and Robin was sucking the man to get him
hard again when the doorbell rang and Nadine kissed Ivan lightly and went
to let her first client in.  Her arse looked as lovely as ever, Ivan
thought, but keeping her and her son both happy was sometimes tiring;
probably they would want less fucking if they had plenty of paid-sex!

   Ahmed looked at his watch.  Still twenty minutes: he would have the boy
on his side, so he could feel his cock and balls as they fucked.....  his
wife liked that position too, and he could wank the boy, just like he
fiddled his wife's clitoris.  Ivan watched as the man entered the boy a
second time, and then switched the tv to show the spare bedroom they had
got up as Nadine's love-nest.



   Nadine had been wrong about the voice as the man certainly was not
young. About forty five Ivan guessed, slim and probably not at all
muscular, almost a boyish look about him as he took off his shoes and socks
and unbuckled his belt.  Naked the guy was nothing to write home about, not
scrawny but slightly built, and very little body hair.  Ivan smiled to
himself: that guy would have his arse shagged a dozen times a day in
prison! His cock was boyish, too, five inches and slender like its owner!
It was hard, though.  And no wonder as Nadine's gold satin negligee
hugged her fantastic figure.  there must have been a lot of static
electricity in the flat that summer night, and it left little of her long
legs, slender hips, tiny waist and tall breasts to the imagination.  Her

nipples showed clear through the shiny cloth.

   Nadine had waited till he was naked, and thought to herself that this,
her first client, reminded her of her son: he was so un-macho, and even a
bit shy.  His cock was not a grown woman's fantasy either!

   Ivan made a mental note to add a sound microphone to the set ups in
Nadine's and Robin's rooms, but he could guess what Nadine was saying as
the guy took his wallet from the jacket draped over her chair and counted
out four twenties.  She took them from him with a smile and slipped them
inti her negligee's pocket.

   A negligee which she now allowed to fall open and then slipped off her
shoulders so she stood naked in a pool of gold satin.....  or not quite
naked as she wore open-crotch panties, black glossy hold-up stockings and
her gold high heels still.

   Ivan could not hear the guy's gasp, but could see his jaw drop in
amazement at Nadin's perfect figure, his eyes fixed on her breasts.  His
cock had been hard for several minutes, but it twitched, and raised even
closer to the vertical....  She was magnificent with her slender, athletic
body, and those hairless cunt-lips, like a pre-teen girl's.....  pussy
mound so rounded and smooth, and then the lips tight closed and nicely
plump, like the full red lips he would soon kiss.

   Nadine laughed and said something as she opened her arms wide, inviting
him to embrace her.

   Sebastian....  for that was the guy's name....  often visited whores as
with straight girls he was hopelessly shy, and he almost never kissed....
but this time he did, and felt those upright tits almost boring into his
chest.  His back was now to the camera, and Ivan thought to himself he
could fancy that cute little bum, and it would certainly have earned the
guy a lot of favours in prison: everyone would have wanted a piece of his
arse.

   Now the two were laying on her bed and he was, of course, licking and
sucking her tits, handling them and really making a meal of it, Nadine
quite still but he writhing about, his hands everywhere on her body.

   At that moment Robin came into the room and sat beside Ivan: he must
have got rid of his client.

   'OK?'

   'Great.  I've often wondered what it would be like with a Pakistani:
there are never any at the parties.  And he was real good: fucked me well.
Nice guy too.  Left me a twenty tip and says he'll be back.  I gave him my
mobile number.' He paused and studied the screen.  'Good job Mum likes them
young!'

   'He's not young, Ivan, just not well-developed.  But he certainly likes
your mother's tits.  Look at him!'

   'Can't blame him!  They really are the best!  Jeez!  He's going to fuck
them!'

   This was something Nadine had never done before, but she just lay back
and caressed his back as he pushed her firm tits together with his cock
between them and fucked them.

   She playfully spanked his white bottom, and heard him groan with
pleasure as he came, squirting his load over her breasts and right up and
over her face.  Once, twice, three times streamers of white cum.

   And now he spread the spunk over her tits with his worshipping hands,
feeling the firm flesh under the slippery cum, kissing her again.

   His cock was still hard, and he pulled her legs apart.

   Nadine said something, and must have told him to use a condom as he
wiped his hands on the towel and opened a blue foil packet.  No need for
the orange "king size" here!

   Nadine took it from him and rolled it down his cock as he knelt between
her legs.....  she had never done this before as her late husband, her son
and Ivan always shagged her au naturel.  She was surprised at how easy it
was, and how different a cock felt in this rubber over-coat, glad her real
lovers did not need to use one.



   Robin and Ivan watched as Sebastien drove his lovely whore into the bed,
her legs and arms around him, his white bum-cheeeks opening with each
thrust.

   She came.  And he fucked on slowed by the latex condom.

   'You recKon she really came, Ivan, or was she faking it?'

   'She's loving it.'

   Robin was laying on his belly, head resting on his arms, watching the
screen, entranced by the scene of his mother fucking a stranger.  Ivan
stroked the boy's arse and felt his cock wanting action, urgently.

   He's got a good arse, but not as cute as yours, Robin.....'

   Robin laughed and wriggled it, invitingly.

   'I'm going to fuck her between the tits next time, Ivan.  I don't know
why I didn't think of it for myself.'

   'That's because your mother's got such a sexy cunt and beautiful arse.
Why don't you tell her you want to sleep with her in her bed tonight?'

   'Can I?  I mean you won't mind?'

   'I'm not the jealous type, Robin.  Enjoy yourself.....I'm sure she will!
But first....

   He lay on top of the boy his cock probing between the cheeks of that
cute arse.  Opened by the Pakistani's broad knob and lubricated by his
silky cum the boy's anus was ready for it and the cock slid easily in.  The
weight of the man's body felt good, and pressed into the bed the boy had
nothing to do except enjoy the feel of cock inside him, massaging his
prostate, lips licking and kissing his neck, and an awareness of complete
submission.  He closed his eyes in ecstacy as the long slow thrusts started
to speed up: so good he did not even watch his mother as she had her second
orgasm, and her client came again.



   Over the next two or three months business was good for the whore and
her rent-boy son.

   He had established a regular list of clients, and only stood in the
lay-bye if none of them had called him, or if he felt like having someone
new, or wanted to enjoy the edgy sense of danger he got each time a car
drew up and the window wound down.  He did not go to those parties now, but
many of the local "great and good" he had met there were now regular
visitors to the flat, though some preferred him to vsit them when wife was
away, or when they had a hotel room.  His sexual relationship with his
mother was thriving, and he often fucked Ivan or was fucked by him.  He cut
school a lot.  Life was good.

   Nadine, too, had regular customers including a few women who liked her
girlish figure, and two or three couples including the Mayor and his wife,
who liked a foursome with her and Robin.  Ivan did not fuck her as often as
he used to, but she still enjoyed whoring, and her frequent orgasms were
still mostly genuine!

   They bought their own drugs now from Kevin, and Ivan suspected they were
both using a lot more than previously.

   Gratifying.

   But he was beginning to get bored with his two sexual partners: the
pleasure of taking two straight, morally-upright citizens and turning them
into addicted whores, fulfilling his promise to David Fallon as that
unfortunate contemplated his horrible death....  all that had been
fulfilled.  He still enjoyed fucking the boy, but was finding the mother
something of a chore.

   One morning Nadine came down to the kitchen too find a note pinned on
the little noticeboard by the fridge....

   'Thanks for a great few months, both of you.  But time for me to move
on. Ivan.'

   'Bastard!'

   She went up to Robin's room, lay on the bed beside him, woke him and
told him the news.

   At least they still had each other both thought as Robin's cock found
its familiar place in the snug warmth of his mother's pussy.....

   FIN