PUTNAM'S PLEASURE

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Jimmy was good boy who always listened to his mother.� When she said it was time for bed, he went to bed without a fuss.� When she said it was time to eat, he ate and didn�t turn his nose up at everything she served him.� When she said it was time for his bath, he drew the water and bathed himself.� When she said to turn off the TV, he did so without an argument.� He did that because first and foremost, he was a good boy and loved his mommy. Naturally there were also times when he needed discipline, and a good spanking always did the trick for his mother.

Of course good boys are curious boys too.� On the nights his mom went out, he had a babysitter, an older lady who lived a few apartments away.� He listened to her too.� Normally when Mom came home from a date, he was sound asleep, but on this night when he was but seven years old, he heard a noise.� Being a curious boy, he slipped out of bed and peeked out the door of his bedroom.� There was Mommy in the living room, naked and on her knees in front of some man who was equally naked.� They were at an angle to him with the man partially facing away from Jimmy and his mom partially facing him. It was a good angle to see the man�s cock sliding in and out of his mother�s mouth.� Of course he didn�t know what they were doing or why, but it was sure interesting, so he watched as the man pushed and pulled his mommy�s head, and watched as her full breasts swayed back and forth, and watched the man�s hairy buttocks move back and forth.� He watched as the man pushed his mommy away and then reposition her on the sofa kneeling, her hands gripping the backrest.� He watched as the man�s big cock slid into his mommy and watched as the man�s hairy buttocks went into overdrive.� It was indeed interesting, even for a seven year old.� He stayed very quiet and no one ever knew what he saw.

For some months after that, whenever his mommy went out, he�d listen for her to return late in night, listen as the babysitter was thanked and then listened for the soft laughter and muted voices of his mommy and whoever it was she�d gone out with. Of course most evenings, he never heard a thing and slept through the night, but then there were other nights when they weren�t so quiet. Then he�d quietly slip out of bed, crack open the door and if he wasn�t seen first, he�d watch.� Sometimes it seemed a man would be mean to his mommy, but he also saw that she didn�t seem upset by any of it.� Indeed watching her laugh as the man slapped her tits was something he didn�t understand, except that Mommy wasn�t being hurt after all.� In his mind, it was just play, and it was... adult play.�

When he got a few years older, things changed.� What was different was that Mommy stopped going out with so many different men and settled down to just one man, Mr. Putnam who was a lot older than she was.� Not long after that, Deena began working for one of Mr. Putnam�s companies as a receptionist, and they moved from the apartment and into a nice townhouse.� Everything was much, much nicer, the furnishings, Mommy�s car, her clothes, Jimmy�s clothes and his toys.� She was also home most evenings now as she only went out with Mr. Putnam, two, maybe three times in a month.� Actually going out with Mr. Putnam isn�t quite accurate.� They�d have dinner in their new home and once Jimmy was sent off to take his bath and go to bed, Mr. Putnam would spend the night.�

Mr. Putnam was nice to him and Jimmy liked him a lot.� He was sort of like the grandfather Jimmy never knew, except that he slept with Jimmy�s mommy, something that Jimmy didn�t think to be unusual at all.

Deena too was happy with her arrangement with John Putnam, as she really didn�t like the life of a call girl and the sometimes unpredictable men she would encounter.� She was still a whore, a kept woman, but John Putnam treated her nice and had an enormous sexual appetite that suited Deena well.� Still she wished that she could see him more than just two, three times a month as she too had an enormous sexual appetite, and appetite that was well sated when she was an active call girl, but which now left her horny most nights.���

They had been in their new townhouse for several months when Deena had a few drinks before sending Jimmy off to bed earlier than usual. Her plan was to pull out Mr. Dildo and have a solo sex session in front of the mirrored wall in her living room. Not wanting for Jimmy to get up and find her with a toy up her twat, she waited until he was asleep, and to confirm that, she did what she seldom did, she opened Jimmy�s bedroom door and looked in.

Jimmy, with his pajama bottoms down around his knees, was mortified to have been busted playing with himself.� Not giving her the opportunity to simply close his door and let him be, he blurted out, �I�m sorry, Mommy!� I�m sorry!� I won�t ever do it again!�

His reaction surprised Deena.� All boys, she knew, no matter what their age, liked to play with themselves.� It was completely natural for him as a male to be diddling his little dick.� Not wanting the young boy to think that it was dirty to be doing what he was doing, she stepped inside and consoled, �It�s alright, honey.� Mommy understands.� You�re a boy and you�re just doing what all boys do.� It�s perfectly natural.�

Jimmy wasn�t hearing a word his mother was saying and continued to plead, �I�m sorry, Mommy!� I won�t ever do it again.� I promise!�

�There, there, baby,� she cooed as she approached his bed. �It�s okay, baby, it�s okay.� Mommy�s not angry with you, darling,� she lovingly reassured as she sat on the edge of the bed.� Thinking that it would comfort her son, she put her hand lightly on his bare tummy and began making circles around his navel.� �Shhh, sweet boy,� she whispered.� Unconsciously she let her hand drift south, not to his dick, but down his thighs and then back up.� She could see in his expression that he was relaxing so she continued to stroke him until her hand her hand grazed his little soft pecker. It was of course accidental, but in the clear light of the morning she would wonder why she ever did what she did next.� But with a few vodkas under her belt, at the moment it just seemed that fondling him was right thing to do.� Immediately his little dick hardened as she stroked it.� She laughed softly and asked, �Does this feel good my little man?��

To Jimmy it did indeed feel good, very good.� �Yes, Mommy!�

�So you see, it is nothing to be embarrassed about,� she replied.� Having made her point, she withdrew her hand from her young son�s stiff cocklet and began to rise.

Jimmy blurted out, �Don�t stop, Mommy!� It feels so nice.�

Deena paused and then sat back down.�� She never could tell her little boy �no� to any reasonable request and without thinking of the consequences, she returned her hand to his stiff little prick and immature testicles.� Jimmy squirmed a little and Deena saw that his legs were ensnared by his pajama bottoms at his knees.� Reaching down, she slid the entangling garment down to his ankles and then off completely.� This was better, she rationalized, as she could now freely stroke his bare skin from his toes to his chest.� It wasn�t long before Jimmy�s pajama top was discarded too, leaving the nine year old boy completely nude for his mother�s wandering hands to explore.

This was far more than just comforting her young son Deena knew, but it also met a need for her.� Gone was her plan for pleasuring herself with Mr. Dildo that night and in its place was growing need within her to pleasure a real live male, never mind the male at hand was merely a boy.� Her inhibitions lowered by alcohol, and her actions governed more by her libido than her brain, she began to masturbate him, stroking up and down her son�s short cock in a manner she knew would please. When his body stiffened and trembled, he grunted, �Uhhhhh.� An odd feeling of self satisfaction and pride swept over her knowing that she had brought him off.

Like all the other males she knew, as soon as Jimmy�s dry orgasm had passed, his little dick softened between his mother�s fingers.� She let his soft cock go and lovingly stroked his tummy.� And like all the other males she ever knew, once it was all over, he fell right to sleep. She bent forward, lovingly kissed her son on the forehead, and pulled the covers over his naked body.� He never heard her leave his room.

Next morning in the sober light of a new day, Deena was aghast at what she had done the night before.� But the more she thought about it while sitting behind the receptionist�s desk at the local office of Putnam Enterprises, the more she rationalized her actions as being positive.� Certainly she didn�t want Jimmy to feel guilty about masturbating, and if she hadn�t proactively laid his fears to rest, no telling what sexual repression would warp or/and haunt him in later life.� Of course maybe she had gone too far, she realized, but what real harm was there?� Jimmy enjoyed it; this she was sure of.� He always enjoyed her rubbing on him, so what was difference in rubbing him all over?� He wouldn�t hate her for it.� Besides, it gave her pleasure to give him pleasure.� What�s wrong with that?� By the end of the work day, in her own mind, she had resolved the issues.� Besides, what was done was done.� One can only move forward in this life and make the best of it.��

That afternoon, after picking Jimmy up from after-school daycare, she carefully watched to see if Jimmy showed any outward adverse signs stemming from their nocturnal encounter.� The boy was as loving to his mommy as always and full of life.� After supper, doing homework and watching two cartoon shows, Deena sent him off to get his bath and get ready for bed.� She looked in on him playing with his boats in the bath tub and knew that everything was okay.�

With a vodka and tonic in hand, she was relaxing with her latest Hollywood trash magazine when Jimmy came out in his pajamas ready for bed.� �Did you brush your teeth?� she asked.

�Yes, Ma�am.�

�Then off to bed with you.�

�Mommy, can you rub on me like you did last night?� he asked.

�What have I started?� Deena asked herself. �He wants me to molest him!� �Ummm, not tonight, sweetheart.�

�Please?�

�Oh, what the hell,� she said to herself.� �For just a little while.�� Jimmy beamed, turned and ran for his room.�

A minute or so later Deena finished off her drink and then followed him into his bedroom. It surprised her to find him totally naked on his bed, but his manifest eagerness laid to rest any lingering fears that she may have damaged their relationship the night before.

Like the night before, she sat on the edge of his bed.� Bending forward, she kissed him on the forehead and sat up again. �Roll over,� she told him.� Immediately he turned over onto his stomach and in doing so, spread his legs apart.� Starting at his shoulders, she lightly dragged her fingernails across his back.� He really enjoyed this she knew.� Her hand drifted further and further down his torso until she was making lazy circles on the smooth cheeks of his buttocks.� �Do you like this, baby?� she softly asked.� He didn�t answer verbally, but nodded his head.

Thinking that he�d soon be asleep, she continued lightly stroking his thighs and butt, occasionally dragging her nails up the inside of his thigh and then along the cleft of his buttocks. Passively little Jimmy just lay there, basking in the tactile attention from his mother. His breathing was steady and he had not moved for several minutes leading Deena to think that he�d fallen asleep.� Suddenly he rolled over onto his back and stretched out.� The body language was unmistakable as the boy arched his pelvis upward.� He wanted her to play with his dick.

�You little bugger,� she thought to herself as her plan to simply put him to sleep was dashed.� She really wasn�t upset in the least that her plan hadn�t worked, just amused at his forwardness.� He wanted her to play with his dick� he wanted her to get him off again; this she was certain of. Their eyes locked together, mother and son exchanging a loving look.� Her hand caressed his face and then trailed down to where they both wanted it, on his already erect little boner.� For several minutes she fondled his cock and balls before settling down to stroke his dick.� Once the rapid hand motion began it didn�t take too long before he was squirming on the bed.� �Uhhhhhh,� he moaned.� �Uhhhhh.�� Then his little dick went soft between her fingers.� Jimmy rolled over onto his stomach and promptly went to sleep.

Next day, Deena didn�t harbor any guilt about what she had done.� Indeed, she thought what had developed between her and her son was very special. She�d always felt the sting of disapproving stares from other mothers, whether the stares were real or imaginary, and now she felt superior to those haughty self-proclaimed super-moms.� They weren�t super-moms at all, filling their children with guilt.� Her child would grow up without guilt, she and her child would share a relationship filled with true love.

Jimmy, being a smart little boy, figured out that putting on pajamas after his bath was unnecessary.� He felt that he could now sleep in the nude and that was far more comfortable and fun than sleeping in pajamas.� Plus he liked what his mommy did to him when he was naked and in his bed.� That night, after his bath he presented himself to his mommy naked and ready for bed.

�Where are your pajamas?� his mother asked.

�Do I have to, Mommy? They�re all hot and get twisted up.�

Deena suppressed an amused smile.� She had fully prepared herself to put the brakes on things, but suddenly her resolve vanished.� �Is that the real reason?�� Jimmy gave that totally innocent look and didn�t answer.� She gave a little laugh and shooed him off to bed.� �Go on.� Just go to bed and Mommy will be in later to tuck you in.�

Deena finished her drink, put away her magazine and went to her own bedroom to undress and get herself ready for bed.�� Jimmy�s bedroom door was open and he saw his mommy go into her own room and not his. He waited and waited and finally she emerged from her room and came into his.� Sitting on the edge of his bed like she�d done the previous two nights, she leaned over and kissed him in her familiar manner, then ran her hand down his naked body.�

�I want you to listen to me, Jimmy, and listen closely. Did you tell any of your friends about what happened at bedtime the last two nights?�

�No, Ma�am.�

�Are you certain?� Are your one hundred percent positive that you didn�t say anything to anyone?�

�Yes, Ma�am.� I didn�t tell anyone.�

�Good, because you can never tell anyone anything about the past two nights; nor about any nights from now on.� If you do, Mommy won�t be able to put you to bed ever again.� They�ll take you away from me and never ever let you see me again.� You won�t have a mommy to love you and take care of you.�

�Oh, no, Mommy!� They can�t take you away!� They can�t!�

�Then you never speak about this to any of your friends or teachers.� Never.� Do you understand?�

�Yes, Ma�am.� I won�t tell� ever!� Cross my heart!�

Her hand settled on his dick and it immediately grew stiff.� �Very well,� she replied as she began to fondle him.� �Is this what you like, Jimmy?�

�Uh, huh!� was his earnest reply.

�Well, Mommy likes to be touched too,� she said as she withdrew her hand to untie her robe.� She stood and let the thin silk garment slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor. As naked as her little boy, she sat back onto the edge of the bed.� �Do you see anything that you�d like to touch?� she asked.� His eyes were glued to her tits and he reached out and cupped a breast.� �Mmmm, I like that,� she told him.� He looked up briefly into her smiling eyes and then back down to the objects that were suddenly so very interesting.� �Do you like the way Mommy�s breasts feel?�

�Uh, huh!� he replied.

�Do you remember suckling on my tits when you were a baby?��� Jimmy looked up with a bewildered expression.� She leaned forward and brushed his face with her soft tits.� �Would you like to suckle me again?� she asked while pushing a nipple to his mouth. She felt his lips mold around her nip and felt him began to suck.� �That�s it, baby.� Oh, Mommy loves her sweet, sweet little boy.�

Jimmy had to readjust his position when his mother lay down beside him.� Taking her nearest tit in his mouth and the farthest tit in his hand, he sucked away, his eyes cut upwards to see the most important person or thing in the world to him.� Deena for her part held her son snuggly by his bare butt while he suckled her.� She�d always had sensitive nipples and as Jimmy sucked, she grew more and more aroused. Soon her other hand found its way into the swampy heat of her dipping pussy.� It didn�t take her long to bring herself to a tremendous orgasm that left her dazed, but still crazed by unbridled lust.�

It was his turn, she knew and she did what she always did when a man had pleasured her thus.� Pulling away from her boy, she quickly descended on his little cock with her mouth.� It was odd fellating such a small cock, but no matter, she was doing what she enjoyed, sucking cock.� Next to a good vigorous and protracted pussy fucking, sucking dick was her most favorite thing to do for a man.

Needless to say, Jimmy was surprised by his mother�s actions, but surprised or not, he enjoyed the new wet sensations she was providing.� The taboo nature of the sex act never entered either�s mind.� She did her best with what Jimmy had and she was able to easily take both his cock and his balls into her mouth at once, but for the most part she just sucked his cock and twirled her tongue around it.� It was only a matter of a minute or so, before Jimmy felt the now familiar tingling sensations that announced the approach of his climax.� Prior to the dam bursting, the tingling built and built to a much higher level than ever before.� Jimmy really thought he might actually die this time, them his immature prostate spasmed, hurtling him off the precipice and into the vortex of sexual release.����

Poor little Jimmy was fast asleep when his mother finally let him be, an angelic smile testifying to the love he had for his mommy.� Realizing that his bed was much too small for the both of them, she slipped away and sought out Mr. Dildo for some much needed release.

As always, Jimmy was a happy little boy in the morning and he listened to his mother�s admonition not to ever speak to anyone about the past few nights.� He listened while eating his cereal and when he was finished, he went and sat in his mother�s lap.� His hands opened her robe and began caressing her tits.� �Now, none of that this morning,� she gently scolded.� �You have to get dressed for school and I have to get to work. Now, go put some clothes on.�

At work she fretted over the fact that Mr. Putnam hadn�t been to the local office in over a week.� �I need to get laid in the worst way,� she lamented to herself.� �Maybe then I wouldn�t be such a wickedly awful mother to Jimmy.�� But there was no relief forth coming that Friday and that meant another lonely weekend.�

That evening, she took Jimmy out to get a pizza. When they arrived home, it was still quite early. While Jimmy sat down in front of the TV to watch an animated action movie, Deena went upstairs to take a hot soaking bath.� The bath was relaxing and when she finished, she put on her silk robe and headed back downstairs.

�Go get ready for bed, Jimmy,� she told him.

Turning away from the cartoon the boy pleaded, �But it�s Friday! I get to stay up late on Fridays.�

�Just go get your bath.� Then you can finish your show.�

Jimmy paused the DVD and did what his mommy asked. Ten minutes later, he was back downstairs. He looked to see if his mother was going to object to his nudity, but she just smiled and waved for him to come to her.� �Come give Mommy a hug,� she told him with outstretched arms.� Jimmy ran to her, hopped up into her lap and gave her a bear hug around the neck while his mother held him to her by his butt.�� Her hands roamed freely over her naked little boy and Jimmy�s hands sought out his mother�s tits.� Soon she had discarded the robe and lay holding her son to her breast while Mr. Dildo hummed in her cunt.�

Deana�s orgasm was intense and satisfying. Pulling her vibrating toy from her swampy cunt she did what she�d thought about all day and went down on her son, sucking his immature cock and skillfully bringing him off with her mouth, lips, and tongue.

By now Jimmy was a sleepy boy, but his mother wasn�t finished with him yet.� Deana took him upstairs and to bed, but not his bed, but to her bed.� Like a voracious man eating a woman�s pussy, she slid her arms under his knees, pushed his legs forward and went down on him again, sucking and licking his dick, licking and sucking his little nuts, nuzzling deep below his testicles and licking across his anus.� As he had just had his bath, he was clean, musty, but clean and she burrowed her tongue into him.

When she was finished, she released his legs and looked into his face.� His eyes were wide with wonder.� �Did you like that, sweetie?� she asked.� Jimmy nodded his approval.� �Good.� Mommy loves to love on her little boy.� Now time for sleep.�

�But you said I could finish my movie,� the boy protested.

Deana had to laugh. �Men!� she thought.� �Once it over, it�s over.� On to the next thing!� In this case that stupid movie. He is certainly a little man, my little man; mine to do with as I please.�� Then another thought occurred to her.� �John Putnam, you old bastard� this is all your fault!� If you just came to be with me more often, none of this would have ever happened.�

Her thoughts returned to her son when he grabbed her tit and shook it to get her attention.� �Mommy, please!� You said I could finish my show after my bath.�

�Oh, very well, but when it�s over, you go on to bed.�

�Yes, Ma�am.�� She watched as he hopped out of her bed and ran naked downstairs to finish his movie.

Deana lay in bed alone, staring up at the ceiling, wishing she had a man�s cock inside her. A man�s cock that never grew soft, a man�s cock that lasted as long as she could last.� A smile came across her face. She had such a cock right in her bedstand.� She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and selected a life-like dildo from her bedroom collection.� Soon the life-like faux cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her vagina.� "Mmmmm," she moaned, "this just feels so damned good."

Jimmy�s movie only had a few minutes left when his mother sent him off for her bath, and soon the boy was climbing the stairs.� He paused at his bedroom door and looking across the hallway and through the open doorway of his mother�s bedroom, he saw her fucking herself with the dildo.�� He didn�t understand these things and went into her room to investigate further.

When she finally noticed, Deana didn�t know how long the boy had been watching.� To Jimmy, his mother�s lust filled face looked as if she�d been crying. Concerned, he crawled into bed with her.� She hugged him to her bare breasts and soon the boy was suckling her.� Her orgasm blew her away.��

*****

Monday morning John Putnam made his appearance at his local office to keep the troops in line.� He was a hands-on executive and as the sole owner of Putnam Enterprises he kept a close eye on his business.� He stopped at the reception desk to greet Deana and to arrange a luncheon date at her place.� She was going to be fucked, by a real man and not a toy and that thrilled her.� She arranged for another employee to take her place as she left to arrange food, tidy up the place and to get ready.� She knew that he would be in a hurry and didn�t want to waste time with her getting undressed, still he liked the lewd lingerie she seemed to have in great variety.

Home, she quickly stripped off the sheets and made the bed with clean linen.� Picking out a see-though nightie and garter-belt set she laid it out on her bed.� Then rushing through the rooms, she picked up every out of place item and stashed it, vacuumed the carpet downstairs and in her bedroom, made sure her vanity and shower were clean, quickly dusted and then called the local deli for delivery before John was due to arrive. With the delivery made, she quickly took a hot bath, reapplied her makeup and dressed in her nightie.� Glancing at the clock, she was pleased to see that she was ready ten minutes before John Putnam was to arrive and take his pleasure with her.

*****

Putnam met with his managers and took their reports.� When the meeting broke up, John was ready to visit his young whore and dump a load of cum into her as he hadn�t been able to get to town in several weeks.� He was looking forward to spending not just the afternoon with her, but the evening as well.� So he was at first annoyed that his head of security delayed him by insisting that they discuss something.�

Locked in the security office and away from prying ears Putnam gruffly asked, �What�s all about, Jones?� It had better be important.�

�I think you'll find it interesting, sir.� Deana� she�s been messing around.�

�What!� That god damned cheating slut!� I�ll fire her ass and throw her out into the street!�

�It�s not what you think, sir,� Jones interjected.� �I think you need to see this first.��

Dan Jones then opened a computer file and began the edited video surveillance tape.� A tape made inside the townhouse that Putnam had provided his mistress.� There were multiple cameras discretely located throughout the townhouse to keep tabs on what she might be up to and who she might be seeing when Putnam was out of town.� The cameras were in every room, all except the boy�s room and bathroom; no need to spy on little boys.�

As the lewd footage unfolded, John Putnam sat in stunned silence for the next hour or so.� When the expos� was completed John looked up.� �Not a word about this to anyone,� he said.

�Of course not, sir.�

Putnam then excused himself and went to his office to think things over in his opulent office.�

*****�

Deana looked at the clock.� John should have been there by now.� �Where is he?� she thought as she waited and waited.

*****

John was in turmoil.� As per his request to Dan Jones, he was able to view the surveillance tape in the privacy of his office. Every time Deana went down on her son�s cock, he muttered his disbelief.� It was all so wrong� a mother and her young son� Incest!� Pedophilia!� He was at once mortified and disgusted with what he saw , but also he was aroused, very aroused, aroused to the point of taking matters into his own hand right there at his desk!

But what to do?� Deana was fine specimen of womanhood, beautiful, shapely and fit.� She was an uninhibited woman who knew how to satisfy him completely; a woman who unhesitatingly indulged his every fantasy. She was a complete whore who did his every bidding.� It wasn�t every day that he could find someone who would rim his ass, and not just perfunctory, but lovingly and unhurried.� Someone who knew no bounds�� even after masturbating he was still hard as a rock watching little Jimmy sucking his mother�s tits while she molested him.� But what to do?� No way was he going to dump her, but what should he do?� Pretend he knew nothing about it?� It wasn�t like him to dwell on an issue; once he had all the pertinent facts in hand, he always made up his mind quickly and moved forward� ever forward.�

*****

As the early afternoon passed, the mid afternoon approached and still no John Putnam. Deana began to worry.� �What is the problem?� Did something happen at work?� Did he have an accident on the way over?� Oh, my god, did something happen to him?� Damn it, John, call� please call!�� There were no answers and she was under strict orders to never call him� no matter what.� John wasn�t about to leave a trail that his wife might follow.

At three PM, she heard the keys in the front door.� It was John.� Relieved, Deana ran to him and practically attacked him the foyer, showering kisses on his weathered face and lips.� The thin nightie concealed nothing to the eyes or to the touch and John pushed her inside.� He spun her around and pushed her over the padded sofa arm and ripped away her panties.� A moment later, she felt his demanding cock entering her forcefully.� The fucking was quick, desperate, almost animalistic. She heard him growl and felt his punishing cock stop deep in her cunt� it pulsed and throbbed as he delivered his semen into his whore.� Before he had finished ejaculating he began to move once again, and resumed fucking her until his dick softened to the point of being ineffective.� Finished, he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up, spun her around and pushed her to her knees.� He was rough sometimes and demanding so this wasn�t totally unexpected.� At other times, he was gentle and caring. Confronted with his dripping cock, wet with fornication juices hanging out of his fly, Deana knew what she was expected to do and did it, taking his soft wet cock into her mouth and sucking it clean.��

Brusquely he pulled his cock from her lips and walked into the library.� He brought up a web browser and typed in an address.

*****

Moments before his boss arrived at his mistress�s home, Dan Jones saw the feed from the surveillance cameras go blank.� As always, Putnam had deactivated the cameras just before he arrived at Deana�s.� Putnam was a careful man and did not want any record of his being there.� Only Putnam had the code to activate or deactivate the system and it would remain off until he was gone. Then he�d turn it back on to keep tabs on his whore.

*****

The� blank screen reaffirmed that the surveillance system was off.� Putnam closed the browser and returned to the living room where Deana waited for him.� It startled her when he ripped the nightie off her body, leaving her naked save her thigh-high stocking, garter belt and high heeled shoes.� John stood back and said, �Yeah, I like that.�� Then he proceeded to undress.

Deana was acutely aware of the time and Jimmy would soon be home from school.� �John, darling.� I�ve missed you so much and I want to do whatever you want me to, but��

�But what?� he asked as he lowered his boxer shorts.

�Jimmy will be home from school soon.�

�So what?�

�He shouldn�t see us like this.� We need to put on some clothes, Baby.�

�Fuck that!� he answered.� �Come here.� I have something I want to show you.��

Deana followed him back into library where he inserted a flash drive into the computer. In less than a minute Deana gasped, �Oh, my god!�

�I have cameras all over this place to keep track of your slutty ass.� They�re off for the moment and will remain off until after I leave tomorrow morning.� Then I'll turn them on� and watch.� What kind of mother sucks her own son�s dick?� A total whore, that�s who.� And you are a whore, my dear, my whore.� I own you, this place and everything in it.�

�What are you going to do?�

�I�m going to fuck you, that�s what.�

�I mean� what about��

�The boy?� Oh, you�re going suck his little dick for me and lick our assholes.� You enjoy that sort of thing, don�t you?�

�Oh, John, please no.� Not Jimmy.�

�Why not Jimmy?� His mother molests him.� You both seem to enjoy it.� Me, I�m going to enjoy watching you two.�

The front door slammed shut and they heard Jimmy call out, �Mom!� I�m home!�� John quickly closed the lurid video of mother and son and removed the flash drive.

The boy was surprised when confronted with his mother naked except for her stocking and shoes, and was especially surprised to see the naked man walking behind her.� Of course he recognized the man as Mr. Putnam, his mom�s boyfriend even though he was hardly a boy, in fact he was old enough to his mother�s father and his grandfather and in a way, that�s how he thought of the older man.

�Jimmy,� his mother began, �Mommy�s busy right now.� Go up to your room and��

�No, Jimmy,� John interrupted, �stay here with us.� The three of us have something to discuss.�

John turned to Deana and instructed, �Go get Jimmy his afternoon snack.�� Deana�s pleading eyes didn�t weaken his resolve.� �Do it, Deana.� Do it or I�ll spank your naked ass right here in front of the boy.�� Defeated, Deana retreated to the kitchen, leaving her son with her naked boss and keeper.

John was surprised at how he felt exposing himself to the boy.� He was always careful not to let the boy see him naked or see what he and Deana did.� Considering the circumstances, he was always very appropriate around the kid.� Suddenly all caution was cast aside and it felt liberating. As John approached the boy, he saw where the kid�s eyes where, on his adult cock.� Indeed, Jimmy had seen a few men�s cocks, but nothing like the thick, low hanging organ and large low slung testicles that swung side to side as Mr. Putnam approached him.

Standing naked before the boy, his cock at eye level, John put his hand on the boy�s head and affectionately rustled his hair.� �Jimmy, let�s sit on the sofa and a talk; a talk about you and your mother, and a talk about you, your mother and me.�

John sat at one end of the sofa while Jimmy took up the other end.� The older naked man propped his feet up on the coffee table and casually placed his arm on the backrest.� Jimmy sat rigidly upright, hands folded in his lap, displaying the good posture his mother insisted upon.

�Jimmy, it has come to my attention that�� He stopped and the re-started.� �Jimmy, I know what you and mother do at night at bedtime.� She plays with your dick and sucks it.� You play with her tits and suck on them.��

Jimmy couldn�t believe that an adult, Mr. Putnam no less, was using words like that, bad, nasty words� words that Jimmy was familiar with from school, but never allowed to use at home.

�Now you know that you can never tell anyone about any of that, don�t you?�

�Oh, yes, sir.� I haven�t told anyone.�

�You see to it that you don�t.� You don�t tell anyone and maybe we all go to Disney World next summer.�

�We can?!� We will?!� Disney World?!

�Hey, Mom!� Mr. Putnam�s going to take us to Disney World,� the boy shouted.

Putnam leaned towards the boy and qualified, "But only if I never hear that you told anyone about anything that happens within this house.� Nothing. You say nothing about what you do with your mother and you can tell no one when I here or what I do when I�m here. Understand me, Jimmy.�

�Yes, sir.�

�Good boy.� Now come over here and sit by me,� John told the boy while patting the seat cushion next to him.

Jimmy moved next to John, and John put his arm around the boy and hugged him. In many ways Jimmy reminded John of his own grandsons who were a little older and a little younger than this boy.� He was mightily proud of his boys and would never tolerate them being in the position that this boy was. But this wasn�t his grandsons, this was his whore�s boy and he had resolved to treat him as such. His hand went to boy�s shirt and began unbuttoning it.

Deana reappeared from the kitchen with a glass of rich, thick, creamy chocolate milk, the kind you find in the dairy section, plus several sugar cookies for her son.� By that time John had Jimmy�s shirt completely unbuttoned.

�John��

�Now hush, momma,� John said as he had Jimmy stand up.� A moment later the shirt was off and John was tackling the boy�s belt and zipper.

�John, please�. Not that. He�s just a boy.�

John paused and glared at the mother, the look sufficient to insure that he would have no further interference from her.� Helplessly, Deana watched as her son�s pants and underwear were stripped down to his knees.

�Sit down, Jimmy,� John told the boy.� "Take off your shoes and socks and then your pants."

�You can�t do this, John!� Deana had the courage to say.

Annoyed, John turned to her and asked icily, �What is your problem?�� Deana didn�t reply, she knew not to further antagonize him.�I�m just helping him get naked, Mom.�

John turned to Jimmy and asked, �You do like to go naked in the house.� Don�t you, Jimmy?� From now on you stay naked in the house� all the time.� Okay?�

Jimmy nodded and discarded his remaining clothes.� He did like to be naked.

With her son stripped of all of his clothing and totally nude, Deana again tried to ask what she needed to know.� �You aren�t going to molest him?�

Wearily John looked back at the near nude mother still holding the glass of chocolate milk and cookies.� �No, I�m not going to molest him.� You are.�� Deana felt a little faint and hastily sat down the glass onto the massive coffee table so as not to spill it on the white carpeting.

Jimmy reached for his drink, but John stopped him. �You like chocolate milk, Jimmy?�� Jimmy nodded affirmatively.� �You like your mommy too, don�t you?�� Again the nine year old boy nodded. �Good, then let�s play a little game.�

Turning to the boy�s mother John told her, �I want you to lie on the coffee table.�

�What are you going to do?�

�It�s not what I�m going to do.� It�s what you�re going to do; offer up your body for our amusement.� Now get your slutty ass on the table or so help me, you�ll regret it!� Deana looked like she was going to cry.� He didn�t like being mean to her.� She was a fun fuck and that was something for him to cherish.� He stood and filled his hand with one of her sumptuous breasts.� Changing his tone he said softly, �You�re going to enjoy this, Deana, as will Jimmy and I.� Trust me.� Now lie down on the table.�

With the change in his tone, she sniffed her last tear.� She trusted John, or at least partially and she owed everything to him, including her body.� He owned her as he liked to say before sticking his cock up her ass.� Obediently, she mounted the coffee table and lay face up on it, hands at her side and waited. Cutting her eyes towards John, she saw him pick up the glass of milk and walk to the other side of the table.�

�Come get your chocolate milk, Jimmy," he said.� Jimmy began to come around the table to the side John was on.� �No, Jimmy, you stay on that side and I�ll stay on this side.�� The boy stopped and confused, he looked to John for clarification. Deana flinched when her navel was filled with the cold liquid to over flowing.� �Now lick it up like a puppy dog, Jimmy.�� The boy�s face brightened.� This was going to be fun!�

This was great erotic fun for John and he popped a boner.� As he filled and refilled her navel and Jimmy licked it clean, Deana began to relax, though she was concerned for the growing mess on the coffee table.� Filling her navel once again John altered the game slightly.

�Hold on there, Jimmy,� he told the boy.� Jimmy stopped and looked up at John.� �You like cookies with your milk?�� Jimmy looked questioningly as John handed him a sugar cookie.� Jimmy took a bite and John held up his hand for the boy to stop.� Taking a cookie for himself, he dipped into the bowl of milk formed by his whore�s tummy and then bit off the chocolaty part.� Jimmy caught on immediately and dipped his cookie into his mother�s milk filled navel.� Of course this made even more spill from the shallow bowl and Jimmy gleefully licked it up as it ran down her sides towards the growing mess on the table.

With the cookies consumed, John advanced the game, dribbling milk all over Deana�s tits.� Jimmy needed no instructions now, and he joyfully lapped the milk from his mother�s tit.� The sight of her chocolate milk streaked body and watching the boy laving all over her tits was quickly becoming too much for John. As for Deana, she too was getting turned on with the game.

�Deana, scoot down the table.�� She dug her heels in and moved a few inched.� �More, scoot down more.�� Her head was now over the edge and unsupported.� She suspected what was coming next and as John moved to above her head and lowered his hard cock towards her face, she had no doubts. As the object of her desire came ever closer and as her son continued licking her nipple, all restraint melted away.� When the fat head of John�s prodigious erection touched her lips, she opened up and let him drive the thing down into her throat.

Jimmy now began munching on her nipple while he watched Mr. Putnam�s long dick disappear down his mommy's throat and watched her throat bulge as he reached maximum penetration.� Unable to remain passive, Deana�s wayward fingers found her clit and she frigged herself as the two males, one old and one young, took their pleasure with her mouth and tit. With the milk residue forming a thin coating on her breasts, Jimmy didn�t notice the subtle flushing, but John did.� To help her over the hump, he reached down and pulled hard on her free nipple.� Jimmy�s attention was now focused on his mother�s stretched nipple.� John let go and it snapped back, only to be gripped and stretched again, this time even farther before John let it snap back.� The third time did the trick. As always when she was this turned on, the ensuing orgasm was intense and protracted.

John quickly withdrew his cock from her mouth and in seconds had mounted her on the coffee table, holding his weight off of her with his arms and allowing the boy to continue suckling, he rammed his cock fully into her spasmodic cunt.� With her free flowing juices and his previous load of cum greasing her cunt, he had no problem riding her as her orgasm went on and on and on.

Jimmy became alarmed as his mother cried out and the boy pulled away.� He had seen men and his mommy fuck before, but he thought John was hurting his mommy.� Doing the only thing he knew he� began beating his fists upon John�s back, but to no avail.� Then he caught notice of something, John nut sack slapping into the saddle as he fucked her.� Knowing this was his only chance to help his mom, he reached in and grabbed John by the nuts.�

A man walking his dog past the townhouse heard the howl from inside.

�Let go, Jimmy!� Let go!� John pleaded.� �For Christ�s sake, let go, boy!�� As John had stopped fucking his mommy and was no longer hurting her, he released John�s testicles. �Oh, fuck!� the man declared with relief.� He hadn�t been actually hurt, but it was mighty close to it.� Rising from between the mother�s legs, he held himself more for protection than the pain.� �Why did you do that, Jimmy?�

�You were hurting Mommy!�

�I wasn�t hurting her.�

�Yes, you were.� She was crying out as you did that wrestling move on her, again and again!�

�Wrestling move?� You mean a body slam?�

�Yeah!� That�s what you were doing.�

John had to laugh even though his nuts ached.� �Son, that wasn�t a body slam, though I can see where you might think that.�

�Then what was it?� the boy demanded.

�Fucking.� I was fucking your mother.� That�s what men and women do, they fuck.� One day, you�ll fuck a woman too and I suspect it will be your mother. Now I�m not going to hurt your mommy. She�s a sweet whore and I don�t abuse her.�

�What�s a whore?�

�Your mother is a whore, Jimmy.� She�s my whore.� I fuck her when I want for as long as I want.� You have a problem with that?�

�No, I don�t suppose so. Are you now mad at me?�

�No, I�m not mad, you were just doing what you thought was the right thing to do.� Tell you what, just to show you that I�m not mad at you, Jimmy, I�ll give her to be your whore too.� Agreed?�

�Okay, I guess.�

�Anytime you want to play with her body, you have my permission.� Okay.�

Deana had by now recovered enough to hear the conversation and sat upright.� �John, you can�t be serious?�

�I am serious, Deana. You�re now Jimmy�s whore too� Mom.� Hell, I think I�m going to have to come into town more often to teach this boy what to do with a whore. Eh, Jimmy?�

�Oh, for heaven�s sake, John,� she lamented. �Will you look at this mess!� It�s all over the carpet!�

�Just call in the maid and call a carpet cleaning company tomorrow after I�m gone.� They�ll clean it up and if they can�t, have the damned rug replaced!� Now get your ass back on the coffee table.� Jimmy hasn�t finished his after school snack� No, not on your back, on your stomach� that�s it, bitch, wallow in it.�

Her entire backside was covered in chocolate milk. Turning to the boy, he said, �Clean your mother up, Jimmy.�� Jimmy grinned and dove into the mess, having a blast that only kids can when it�s all clear to make a bigger mess.� The boy lay on top of his wet mother and working his way down her back, licked up as much of the treat as he could, gradually working his way down to his mother�s buttocks.� John still had a quarter of the tall glass left.� As Jimmy cleared his mother�s buttocks and began licking her thigh,� Deana flinched when the cold liquid was poured onto the crack of her ass.

�You missed some, Jimmy,� John declared.� Jimmy saw the copious liquid gathered in the valley.� He grinned at John with a face smeared with chocolate and dove in, licking up her crack and then down into it to get all that he could.� His mother weakly protested when he got a little too deep and then cried out, �Oh, gawd!� when her son�s tongue swiped across her anus. John had the goo covered boy back off a little.

�Open her butt up,� John whispered to the boy.� He did and John deposited a little more milk onto her anus.� Deana groaned as she felt the boy�s tongue working over her ass.� Holding his mother�s butt cheeks open, Jimmy showed John that he had licked her clean.� The boy wanted more, but John had other ideas. He had Deana roll onto her back.� What a mess she was!

Her nipples stood higher than John had ever seen them and he knew that she was powerfully turned on by the game they were playing. He grabbed her by the ankle and pushed her legs back and in doing so, rotated her hips upward and presented her pussy. �Hold her legs, boy,� he instructed.� Then he poured some of his dwindling supply of chocolate milk onto her snatch.� Jimmy watched as John spread her lips and let the brown liquid seep into her cuntal sluice.� John then resumed holding her legs while Jimmy went to town cleaning the mess up.� If she had been turned on before, Deana was now beside herself knowing who was licking her pussy.� She let out a cry derived of pleasure and came once again hard.� John, knowing she was ready for his cock, pushed her son from between her legs and mounted her on the table again.

Jimmy now watched with interest as his mother was fucked.� This time as she howled out her pleasure he wasn�t alarmed at all.� Mommy was having fun and that pleased him. Mr. Putnam also seemed to be having fun and as he really liked Mr. Putnam, that too pleased him.� As the wanton fornicators moved from the table and onto the carpet, making an even bigger mess, they fucked and they fucked and they fucked, changing positions every few minutes.� First it was Mommy on the bottom and then she was on the top.� Jimmy liked that the best as he found the way his mother�s tits bounced to be very interesting. He watched as Mr. Putnam fucked her doggie style and he liked the way her pendulous breast moved and the way her buttock shook, though he was a bit concerned when Mr. Putman grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back until her back was arched.

Suddenly Putnam pulled away from his whore.� Jimmy thought it was all over, but then Mr. Putnam told him to lie on the table with his butt at the edge and his feet hanging down to the now nasty carpet.� John then pulled the lust crazed mother from the floor. He only had a few remaining drops of chocolate milk left and this he dribbled onto the boy�s cock.� �Clean him up, Mom,� he told her.� Too his delight, she did just that, sucking her son�s dick like it was the most natural thing for a mother to do.� John couldn�t stand it, he needed to get his rocks off in the worse way.� He lifted her hips and slid into her as she blew his little boy.� When he reached the point of no return, he howled out his pleasure.� He would later reflect that it was the best cum of his life.

With the sexual storm abated, Deana surveyed the mess.� There were chocolate milk stains everywhere, including footprints on the carpet, large man-sized footprints, medium woman-sized footprints and small boy-sized footprints.� There were butt prints on the sofa and on the carpet.� Deana was nearly beside herself, her living room was ruined as were her stockings and garter belt.�

�I told you, Deana� take tomorrow off, get the carpet cleaners and the maid in here and get it cleaned up.� If it won�t, have the damned carpet and sofa replaced.� As to your lingerie, my dear, treat yourself to something positively whorish for me.� Just use the credit card I provided you, okay? Now stop all the fretting, bitching and moaning.� Now we all need a shower.�

�Wait, John.� You and Jimmy are going to track all over the rest of the house.� Just wait a minute; I�ll get a dish rag from the kitchen and clean your feet.�

John rather enjoyed having Deana at his feet washing them.� Jimmy, he let his Mom do whatever she wanted to do as always.� With the souls of their feet clean, the trio trudged up the stairs with Jimmy leading the way to big walk-in shower. John let Deana scrub both the boy and him, and then took his time washing and feeling the mother.�

John would have enjoyed spending more time in the shower, maybe pushing her into a corner and taking his pleasure, but having missed lunch, he was famished.� So was Deana.� Jimmy, he was always hungry until the moment he sat down to eat.� Fortunately, Deana had the two prepared meals from the Italian deli, so supper was served in no time.� Jimmy was delighted in the novelty of eating supper in the nude, but when he dawdled at the table, his mother threatened to make him get dressed.� That seemed to do the trick.

With the living room a shambles, neither John nor Deana wanted to hang out in there, so they opted for big mirrored canopied bed.� Jimmy wanted to watch cartoons, and so she, or rather John, let him.

Once up stairs, John led her to the bath and began filling the big Jacuzzi tub with hot water.� Soon the pair were luxuriating in the swirling hot water.� To their surprise, Jimmy came bolting in the moment he heard the pumps turn on.� �Can I come in?� he asked.� He loved to play in the Jacuzzi.

�Sure, Sport, come on in,� invited John who already had Deana in his lap feeling her up.�

John let the boy play while he toyed with the mother.� When the boy tired of playing with the jets, John slid Deana off his lap and played with the boy, having him float on his back while John pushed and pulled him back and forth with the boy�s feet.� Jimmy was having a great time, as was John.� Deana, she made peace with the new order, so when John wanted to see her blow her son again, she did without hesitation.� John enjoyed the salacious show so much that when she released Jimmy�s pecker, he had her blow him while Jimmy watched.� All in all, it was grand time in the bath.

After nearly an hour, everyone was waterlogged.� The adults retired to big mirror canopied bed while Jimmy rushed downstairs to watch his cartoons.� Looking up at reflection of himself and Deana as she toyed with his cock, John felt totally relaxed for perhaps the first time in years.� Soon, he and she were fast asleep.�

Hours later, it was well past dark.� Jimmy turned off the TV and went upstairs.� He didn�t need to be told to brush his teeth and empty his bladder before going to bed, but when he arrived at the door to his bedroom, he looked across and into his mother�s room.� He wasn�t sure what he should do, sleep in his own bed or crawl into bed with his mother and Mr. Putnam.� If he went into his own bed, who would rub his back or better yet, who suck his dick and put him to sleep?�

John was vaguely aware of when Jimmy crawled into bed with them, and who wouldn�t be aware with all moving about as the kid tried to settle in.� John tired his best to ignore it and kept his eyes shut so as to go back to sleep.� He almost succeeded, but the boy repositioned himself once again.� Then John felt small cool fingers on his dick.� Opening his eyes, he watched via the overhead mirror as the boy began to explore his mature cock and balls.� There was ample ambient light to see everything the boy was doing.�

He said nothing, pretending that nothing was happening, letting the boy do what he wanted without interference or encouragement.� Soon the boy had him rock hard and his exploration continued.� �He�s just curious,� John said to himself.� Then he felt the boy�s tongue tentatively taste the head of his cock.� �Little fucker is going to blow me,� John thought and he wasn�t far wrong.� �I didn�t do this.� I never suggested or implied this.� I never touched the boy.� He�s doing it all on his own,� he rationalized, dismissing his own central role in today�s sexual play.�

The boy didn�t take his fat cockhead into his mouth, but rather mouthed it and then began mouthing and licking down the stalk to his balls.� John�s eyes cut away and saw that Deana was watching the boy in the overhead mirrors too.� Their eyes met, then cut back to the oral ministrations of the nine year old boy.� Soon a real blowjob began, with the boy taking the head of the older man�s cock deep into his mouth.� As far as blowjobs went, John had had better, but this was just a boy, a boy who had never before sucked a cock. �I should put a stop to this,� thought the grandfather of two boys of the same age.� He looked to the mother who was watching the whole lurid thing and realized that she was diddling her twat as she watched her son fellate her benefactor�s cock.� �Well, I�ll be damned, and maybe I will be, but if she�s okay with it, then by god, so am I�� His hand went to the back of the boy�s head and he began to bob the kid on his dick.� Soon the taboo sex had his balls boiling.

�Uggghhhh,� he groaned as his prostate violently contracted, sending a thick stream of spermy semen into the cock-sucking boy�s mouth.� Completely surprised by this new development the boy tried to pull away, but the strong hand held his head and prevented his escape from the throbbing, ejaculating organ. Having no other choice, the boy swallowed.� Having ejaculated several times that afternoon, John only managed to deliver to small wad to the boy.

Not knowing what else to do, Jimmy sucked until the big cock shrank and his head was released.� Popping up the boy asked, �Did you pee in my mouth?�

�No,� John answered with a laugh.� �That was the stuff that makes babies.�

�Am I going to have a baby?�

�No, Jimmy.� You will never have a baby, not like your mother did when she had you.�

�You mean I came from that stuff?�

�That�s right, boy.� Some guy shot his load into your mother�s pussy and presto-chango, he knocked her up with you.�

�Wow.�

�Now your poor mama here has been playing with herself watching you.� Why don�t you be a good boy and help your mama out.�

�How?�

�Just get between her legs and lick her pussy like you did earlier today.�

�Okay!�

�Oh, John, no,� protested Deana.� �He shouldn�t.� It�s not right.�

�Bullshit!� Now spread your legs, whore.� Let your little boy suck your cunt.� You�ll enjoy it.�

Deena closed her eyes and waited for the inevitable. �Oh, god, Jimmy," she gasped as her son's tounge scoured up her cuntal sluice.� "Oh, god, baby� that feels so nice.� God help me, but I do like it. I like it, I like it, I� like�. It. Up a little higher, a little higher... There.� Right there!� Oh, god, yes!�

It was a most amazing spectacle to witness John thought, one which he�d have to witness again soon.� John helped the boy out by twisting and tugging on his mother�s nipples, something he knew she enjoyed.� Soon the depraved mother was howling her pleasures as her little boy�s mouth got her off.�

Having completed his task, Jimmy basked in the praise John showered upon him.� The boy snuggled in between the two adults, lying face down for his mother to stroke his back.� But it wasn�t his mother who would rub his back tonight and put him to sleep. The boy noticed the difference in the hand on his back immediately.� It didn�t have the long manicured fingernails that lightly drew across his back, but the tips of the man�s hand felt just fine as they traced lazy circles across his back.� As the fingers worked down, they flattened out to an entire palm, a palm that caressed his ass cheeks and traveled down his thigh and then back to the boy�s buttocks. To Jimmy, the butt rub felt great.� To older man, the feel of the boy�s smooth ass cheeks felt divine. The boy�s breathing became steady and it was obvious that he was asleep, yet John continued to fondle the boy�s butt.

�I didn�t know that you liked little boys,� Deana quietly asked while John continued.

�Until tonight, I didn�t know that I liked little boys either.� I�m still not sure if I like little boys, but I must admit, I do like this one a great deal. And I�ll tell you this, Deana; in the future, I�m going to enjoy him even more and with a clear conscious.�

�Enough so that you�ll stay another night?�

�If I didn�t say that I�ve had the best day of sex ever, I�d be lying.� But, I can�t tomorrow.� Tell you what, Mildred and her friends are spending the weekend at a spa resort.� That frees me up for the weekend.� I�ll be back Friday evening and stay through Monday.�

Deana softly replied, �That will be nice, John.� We�ll make it fun for you.

John didn�t reply, but as he continued enjoying the feel of Jimmy�s bare butt he thought to himself, �What a bargain! Two whores for the price and trouble of one.�