jacksons photo shoot (Mb, Fb, NC) This is fantasy for a reason, please don't hurt a child. Read hot stories instead. contact me at misty1982@hushmail.com Shaking and afraid I paced in front of the building for a long, long time. I was told once to never let fear make a decision for me, but that line was being tested today. I was desperate, out of money and out of luck. Me and my son were moments away from being homeless and hungry this was the only quick solution that I thought might work. A friend, more of an acquaintance really, suggested the modeling agency to me. In a hushed conspiratorial tone she told me that they pay lots of money for shots of cute boys in underwear and swimsuits. "Nothing overtly sexual and it is all perfectly legal, it just a good outlet for men who like looking at such things." she told me My 8 year old son, Jackson, is a very handsome lad. Black hair with dark brown eyes, his skin is pale which sets off his bright red lips and the rose in his check. He has striking delicate features that remind you of a porcelain doll. He is constantly moving, running, jumping climbing, and running. This constant activity keeps his little frame tight with muscles and while you can see his ribs you can also see the bumps that form his budding little six pack. His legs are skinny and muscular as well and they lead up to a supple ass that looks perfectly rounded from the side. I had him cut as a baby which makes his tiny little cocklet have the cutest little mushroom head. His balls are like marbles, perfectly formed and kept tight to his body. He is a happy child although somewhat of a loaner. He spends all of his time running around with his toy plane or chasing some imaginary ninja. Since he was three we have been alone. We have stayed in a very small studio department with only a shared bathroom down the hall. We sleep together on the couch as we do not have a bed. I haven't had a date or a relationship in years which means that I hug him longer than I should and steal more kisses than I have a right too. Me not getting any means that more than once I have woken him up as I shuddered with orgasm rubbing my sensitive slit as I use my other hand to hold him for that human contact. Now here I was pacing outside this faceless building hoping that the quick cash would be worth making my cute boy into a child model for sickos. My mind finally realized that there was no choice, not walking inside meant that Jackson and I would be living in a shelter by tomorrow and I was well aware what would happen to both of us in a shelter. I rationalized him wearing his underwear while some guy snapped some photos was far better than he and I being gang raped in an ally somewhere. So with that thought in my mind my courage grew as I walked into the door. Once inside my fear alleviated almost entirely. This looked like a real professional studio. Receptionist busy at work, other clients sitting in the lobby waiting, workers busily running back and forth. The commonplace of it all put me right at ease. "Can I help you?" came the black aging receptionists greeting "Um, yes my name is Debbie Clayton and I am here to sign my son Jackson up for a photo session" I blurted out "Do you have the application Debbie?" she asked quite nicely I must say "Yes Its right here and here is his photo" She looked at the photo for a long while and then left me worried when she got up and said "stay here for just a moment Ms. Clayton, I think my boss will want a look at this." She quickly hurried off taking my form and Jackson's picture with her. I stood worried that there was some problem or worse that I was caught doing something wrong and would be arrested at any moment now. My worries were for nothing though as two men soon came out with Debbie all with warm smiles and greetings. "Ms. Clayton, so nice to meet you, your boy is so adorable and we are really looking forward to having him as one of our models." the first man happily exclaimed "Thank you sir" I sheepishly responded. I was next given a mini tour of some empty studios. Each was impressive with the scenery and fancy equipment. I was getting more and more excited seeing their operation and knowing that obviously saw something in my son. Pride was also welling inside me as they continually showered me with praises on my sons beauty. They asked me if I would like to see a photo shoot that was happening now and I quickly agreed. I could focus on nothing but the boy. He was sweet and giddy, flashing a delightful smile as the cameras clicked around him. Dressed in more clothes than I would have suspected, this looked more like a fashion model than what I had expected. The boy seemed so in love with the attention and must have felt like a start to have so many people so focused on only him. The boy was probably 11 and was going to break lots of hearts in a couple of years, who was I kidding this boy was breaking hearts now. People would be willing to die over his hair, blonde and wavy. It must have taken a stylist hours to make it look perfectly messy. The boy was in skinny jeans that were bright blue. I was instantly jealous of his ass and legs, his ass being tight and curved and his legs being long and skinny. I knew this boy was beautiful and felt myself glad that they were capturing it. The kid had on a plain V neck white t-shirt with a black choker style necklace giving him a hip quality that added to his worldliness. I wish words could describe his face but as I try to capture it in writing I find myself not finding the adjectives I need. Pretty is as close as I can come. Bright rounded blue eyes above a small rounded nose, lips that were thin and full at all the right places. He looked like the love child of Christie Brinkley and Leo DiCaprio. Gorgeous came to my mind instantly and I found myself surprised in how infatuated I was with this little boy. I was now worried that there must be a mistake, that my boy was not in the same league as this one. Or was he? I guess I never truly looked at my son with anything but a mother's eye. I saw my baby breastfeeding as an infant, I saw the tears as a toddler and then the laughter of a young boy. Was I now missing something else in him? I got compliments daily on his looks, that he was cute and yes pretty. I suppose that his own body is just as well formed as the blonde boys before me. I never thought to much about my own sons ass and legs, but now as I did I realized that my boy was becoming a little hottie. One that had just as much beauty as this boy before me. I was brought out of my mind when I watched the men before me step up to the boy and remove his white tshirt. I couldn't help but move to the side to get a better look at this kids developing chest. It was still clearly a child's, small and straight with no hint of shoulders or chest protrusions. I saw his smooth hairless belly with tight rippling little muscles and surmised that like my own son this boy must remain very active. I felt myself wanting to touch this boys chest, to run my hands over it and feel his budding form. "lower, please" came a command from behind a camera I then watched as a man walked up to the boy and pulled first the right and then the left side of his jeans down some. I watched as the man bent done in front of the boy and with great care evened out the sides of the boys jeans. I could now clearly see the V that so many woman would kill for. It was sexy, pure and simple. I found myself staring at his V noting that the boys small penis must be resting directly under the very top of his jeans. I noted the tiny hips and the little bones that stuck out at the top of each side. I found myself feeling incredibly fat and ugly in comparison to the splendor before me. For the first time I now realized that this child had on no underwear. They surely would be showing by now if he did. The cameraman had him face away and I saw the top of his muscular bottom on the outside of his jeans. Each check firm and tight and exposed for the camera to capture. I was mesmerized and excited now and found myself enthralled at the idea that these men were turned on by the boy before them. "Button" I heard shouted out A man again stepped up to the boy and with precision and deafness reached down and undid the boys button on his jeans. He slid the zipper down perhaps only a half inch and then folded back the one side of the jeans. "Fuck me" I thought as a wave of heat drifted into my panties I was getting hot for this kid. Maybe not for the kid himself, but for his beauty, his purity, and his innocence. I watched as the man had the boy hold the one flap of his jeans open while his other hand was placed on his chest. The boy was told to look down and look shy, both of which he did perfectly. I caught myself staring at the boys privates. I felt myself giddy with excitement each time I thought I saw just a hint of his hairless penis. I think it was only the root I was seeing, but felt my eyes straining to see more. "Backside" was now shouted and I watched as the man stepped up again to his model and turn him around facing away from the camera. I saw perfection unveiled as the man slid the boys jeans lower in the back until the boys entire ass was showing. The man had the boy hold onto his jeans at each hip keeping them up from falling, but still down to reveal that perfect bum. I saw more than one man adjust himself now as I imagined every cock was now straining towards this kids rear. For my own intentions, I could not comprehend what I found exciting. I was wet with sex but for what? I did not have much use for a tiny hairless cock, I had no way of fucking the boys ass, and I certainly doubted the boy was very good at eating pussy. The laws of nature were against me in my desires. I wanted sex that was clear, but not from the boy. No I wanted sex FOR the boy. "That's a wrap people" I heard a man yell I saw the boy pull up his skinny jeans and fasten them. I watched as the men in the room busily packed up their equipment and acted as normal as they did when I first entered. How could they just end it here? This was not the end, but the beginning. More I kept shouting in my head, More. Remove the kids pants, turn him around, get in closer, I thought. Then as the Adonis walked out of the room I felt air spill back into my lungs and felt my head clear. "what the fuck" I asked myself. You fucking sicko I thought as I shook my head and cleared out the thoughts that filled it. "Well what did you think?" my tour guide from earlier asked me "Hot" Spilled out of my mouth before my censor could overtake it. "I agree, these boys have so much to offer and their hotness is not to be denied. I believe your boy could be one of the best models here. He has such an haunting beauty to him that I can't wait to capture on film. Did you have any problems with how the photo shoot was conducted?" Problems, yes I had problems, why did you stop? Why didn't you strip the lad completely? Why didn't you take turns fucking that boys ass while it was filmed? "Umm I guess it did seem a little short, why didn't you keep going with him?" "Well Debbie it works like this, The boy does a photo shoot like the one you just saw. He is paid very well for it and can do up to four of those just like that. We never show or do anything more than what you just saw and actually we normally do not even show the ass like we did in this one. He wanted to do that for an extra couple of hundred. We then sell those photos to people who see the beauty in them. If they really like the boy and would like to see him in either some sort of video or other photo shoot then they can send us a request for that. We talk to the boys parents and if they agree to it then they give us a price that works for them. If the requester agrees to the final price then we set the shoot up." "How much do those types of shoots usually pay?" I asked while my mind tried to work out what it really wanted to know "Minimum is five thousand and I have seen some pay as much as fifty thousand" I thought about what the kid might have to do for that kind of money and nothing I could come up with was not worth it. Maybe I was just too desperate and too broke, maybe I was still way to horny from watching the boys modeling shoot, but either way I wanted the money. I was in, no questions, and then my mind came back to reality when I realized that it was my own son who would be doing the work. I kept picturing the blonde boy on his knees earning the money and not my own. As soon as I pictured Jackson in his place I became resolute that this was for some quick cash and nothing else. I would not sell out my sons body for money, even if it was a small fortune. He was just a baby after all and not a sex object like the boy I just saw. "Well I don't know if I would be interested in any of those, but I wouldn't mind Jackson being part of some of your normal photoshoots." "Excellent, those special shoots are totally up to you. I would just be thrilled to have your son here for some nice photo shoots. You can be on set the whole time and you have absolute control over what happens and what pictures are taken. You say stop and we stop and yes you still get the money either way." "When can we do the first shoot? I have to be honest and say I am more than a little desperate for cash right now and could use the money as soon as possible." "He can have a shoot today if you like. Just bring him in before 2pm and we can fit him in. It will take about an hour to get his hair done and cloths fitted and then we will shoot for however long it takes." "Will I get paid today?" "You get paid on arrival with him in cash" I left in a hurray to collect Jackson and bring him back for the photo shoot. When I arrived at our efficiency I found him asleep on the floor and couldn't help but stop and stare at him for a moment. I was trying to look at him the way I and everyone else was looking at the blonde model from earlier. Was Jackson as cute, as pretty, and as hot as that boy? I looked at my sons bright red lips and felt guilty as the term cocksucker flashed in my mind. I stared down his body and for the first time I noticed that my sons ass was more than cute, it was sexy. It had curves just like the boy from earlier and my sons dark hair and his dark eyes added a haunting quality that I suddenly realized made him desirable. I saw for the first time what these men saw in him. He wasn't just some little kid, he was pureness with darkness in him. He was the epitome of yin and yang. His innocence was clear and observable, but his eyes hinted at desire and longing. I knew what they wanted to capture and now had a small understanding of how sexy it would be. I woke him and showered him quickly but completely. I made sure he had on clean boxers and found myself trying to put him in a hip outfit. We didn't have much in the way of hip though so I settled on jeans that had worn knees and a spiderman tshirt we got from goodwill. I missed hip by a mile, but I had to admit that I did find the worn old jeans kinda hot on him. On our way to the studio I explained the predicament to Jackson. I let him know that there was no option and that he needed to obey their every command. That he was an exceptionally good looking boy and it would not be fair to keep that all to ourselves. I laid it on thick, but I made sure I got the point across that he must comply with every order or we would be homeless and probably end up dead in an alley by tomorrow. With fear raging in his eyes he agreed to do everything they said without question. I felt bad as we exited the car as I noticed Jackson wiping tears away from his face. I think I went overboard some and scared him more than I needed to. I tried to correct that on the way in and told him how much fun he was going to have being the center of attention. Finally I got a half smile out of him before we opened the door. Once inside things progressed quickly. I felt naughty like a mafia gangster or a high class pimp as I was given a white envelope stuffed with 10 hundred dollar bills. As I took the money, they took my baby by the hand and led him away telling me that he was going to get his hair ready and his first outfit on. They invited me to join him, but I declined needing to use the restroom and having to make a call to let my landlord know that I definitely had the rent money. I silently cried for a few moments feeling some of the weight lifted off of my shoulders. I think I was also crying because I knew that I was giving away a small part of my 8 year old son's innocence as well. Even if they were pretty benign pictures he would now know that men wanted to look at him. He was a smart little boy so I imagined that he might even figure out that they desired him in some ways. I was given a glass of wine to calm my nerves. They told me that most moms and even dads get very nervous over the first shoot and that a little courage in a glass would help. They reminded me that once they start taking pictures that they could stop at any time and that if I didn't like the direction they were taking with them that I could change it. They said that more money was possible even today though depending on how long I let the photo shoot go on. I asked how much money and was told "If you let us get every shot we want today and even bring in another model to get a few couples shot then you would get another ten thousand dollars" he told me this so nonchalantly. I had not ever had more than a thousand dollars to my name at any given time and here, today I could make ten times that. It really didn't occur to me what that kind of money was for, what Jackson would have to do, and what Jackson would have to lose for it. I was really only focused on the money. "I don't know if you would be ready for us to take your son that far along today to earn that type of money, but if you are willing to let the photo shoot continue uninterrupted then you can walk out today with 10 more envelopes. I can imagine that would go along way to making Jackson's life better." I didn't know how to respond. So I just took another large gulp of wine and stared up at this mans handsome eyes. After the pause got too long and too awkward I managed a weak "K" The man smiled at me and in that smile I saw perversion. It coursed through me like a cold blast on a winters day. The smile was lustful and greedy and it made me want to get my son and run. It snapped me back to reality, ten thousand dollars was not for my sons pictures. It was for him, his childhood, his innocence and his soul. My little boy was not going to be used by these men, not today not ever. I became resolute in my mind as my hand brought the courage back up to my mouth and I finished the wine in several fast gulps. I quickly asked for more not realizing that I did not want more wine, I wanted more of an excuse. "Showtime" was announced in the hall and I was told to follow as I was escorted into a larger studio than the one I was in that morning. It looked to have three completely different sets, two with their lights off and the one every one was focused on that was light up. The light one was a pretty fake looking outdoor scene. It had a fake campfire ring, a wooden bench, a tree that had fallen sideways creating a log that hung in the air sideways about 3 feet off the ground and a tent. The tent was more like a very large blanket creating a V shaped room on the ground. It had no front on it and the floor looked to be a couple of mattresses lined with sleeping bags. I thought it was all in all a pretty awesome set if not a little fake. I realized that my second glass of wine was mysteriously empty and I felt the warmth of drunken bliss start to swell in my tummy. I was relaxed and excited to see this photo shoot. I started to hope that my son would be as good and as pretty as the boy I saw earlier. Then I saw him. I chuckled out loud when I did. He was standing there in a cub scouts uniform. Complete with hat and everything. He simply looked adorable and I was so proud in that moment. I started to think that he probably should be in cub scouts and why didn't I think to sign him up before. Of course I had no money to do this ever, but the thoughts still flowed into my mind. He looked so adorable though, not sexy like the kid from earlier, just cute and adorable in his little uniform. I wondered why they didn't put him in some hip clothes to make him look sexy and cool, but I guess being a mom and woman I was not aware what an 8 year old boy in a cub scout uniform did for some men. Early on they were posing my boy for each shot. They physically would walk up to him and place him in the exact position they wanted him. Simple shots like him saluting, or waving or carrying firewood. They then had him sitting on the bench in front of the fire pretending to roast a hot dog. As I was drinking my fourth glass of wine I felt myself starting to get anxious, I started to have some desire for things to progress a little farther like with the older boy. Something a little more mature or sexy that would excite everyone in the room. The first hint of anything like that was almost too much for me to handle. They had him put the hotdog that he was roasting in his mouth and suck on it while he was looking straight into the camera. It was suggestive and wrong and I knew every man in the room had blood rush into their cocks at the sight, because it was also somewhat erotic. They had him slide it in and out a couple of times as well and for a moment I thought that the shoot was over. I thought that this is obscene and wrong and hot. His beautiful big brown eyes put off an intensity under the lights that I had never seen. He was concentrating so hard on doing exactly what was asked of him and I shuddered as I saw his hand shake with nerves as it slide the hotdog in and out. "hat" was shouted pulling me back into the moment and keeping me in my spot. A man walked up to Jackson and pulled his hat off of his head. He took a few minutes to style Jackson's hair making it wavy and messy at the same time. The finished product was a boy even more handsome than before. The small change seemed to age his maturity and beauty. It was a subtle transformation from cute to pretty. Again the same pictures were taken but they would occasionally place his hand in his hair or make him flip it back or they would comb it down over his eyes and make him wipe or whip it away. I was only nursing my fifth glass of wine as I felt quite drunk now. The drink did wonders to calm my nerves and remove my inhibitions. I was excited for them to progress and I felt both pride and envy as I watched my son work. There were approximately 8 men in the room and me and my son and I was very jealous that all the eyes were on him and none gave me a second glance. My son was now placed on his hands and knees pretending to straighten out the corners of his sleeping bag. The long blue pants hugged his little bottom perfectly and I could feel the men in the room yearning for more. I felt adrenaline pump inside me as I watched the man spread my sons knees far apart and then push his head down to the grown and turn it sideways. It was so overtly sexual and suggestive that I felt myself moisten with the image. My son for his part was doing well. He complied with their every command and smiled brightly when asked and gave his serious dark pout that everyone loved. He had yet to show the signs of any fatigue or stress and at times I knew he was enjoying himself. They gave him a coke to sip once in a while which was a real treat for him. And he seemed to love if not relish the mans hand on him, when he would cry or hurt himself and need comfort he always had this body language about him when he needed to be touched or comforted. That is what I saw almost every time these men came near him. For once in his life men were paying attention to him and he was liking it, almost begging for their affection. His checks were constantly rosy with blush as he was showered with compliments by these men. I was glad and felt like a great mom at the moment. After a few more shots of my son on his knees they turned to the log. They had him lean against it and then made him lean over it looking back down through his legs at the camera. It was a great shot seeing his hair flop down and his cheeky little smile staring back at your through his legs. The firm roundness of his ass in this position did not hurt to make the shot more entertaining. All too soon though he was upright again. "lets move on" I heard from behind the camera I watched as the man moved to Jackson and started to take off the handkerchief and then unsnap the buttons of his uniform. One after another his hands moved quickly and deftly. I had to admit that watching the man undress my son was very sensual. When he slid the shirt off my boys shoulders and let it fall to the ground I became wet with an intense desire for more. My sons bare chest was beautiful even though he was only 8, he managed to have a very small six pack show on his otherwise soft belly. The bones that were visible here and there were reminiscent of a all those 90 models with zero percent body fat. They accentuated every crevice on his ribs and made his body all the more interesting. I watched in silence as the man ran his hands up and down my boys stomach and then held my breath as I saw him tweaking Jackson's nipples in an apparent attempt to make them redder and harder. The pace quickened now as they took many pictures faster and faster. They seemed infatuated with my sons armpits. Looking for lots of ways to show off the hairless smooth valley. They also like his back and loved him to arch it for them. Again he was on his knees head down, back arched, and ass up and again I was aroused by it. "Button" I heard shouted and my pulse quickened as I knew what that meant. I earlier had thought that this was when we leave. This was the moment I take my baby and my envelope and run. But the wine had made me want this, to need this. I was anxious for this moment and felt relieved that it was time. I watched as the man stepped forward and unsnapped the top button of my sons pants. Just like before he pulled the zipper down some and folded the flaps over. Maybe because my son was younger or maybe just because it was my son, but either way I was overcome with the suggestiveness of it all. Looking into the top of my sons pubis, seeing the V that lead to his more private parts led me to start to think of Jackson as a sexual creature. Not my son, not just a kid, not a silly boy, but a suitable partner for someone to make love with. Even if his parts were small, he still had them and the eroticism that was on display before me now left no doubt in my mind that Jackson was a sexual object. One that could be desired and obtained. I now had a more complete understanding of what these men saw and what they wanted and it frightened me. Just like before I saw the men turn Jackson away from the camera and pull his pants down over his bum. The soft curves of his ass had a sensual quality that I knew left the men in the room enlarge with desire. More shots were taken and they had Jackson now drop his pants completely so that they pooled at his feet. They then asked him to step out of them while the cameras clicked away. If my son was shy or awkward you would have never known it here. He made no attempt to cover himself and never complained once about being naked in a room full of strangers. I have seen him naked everyday of his young life, but felt myself excited for him to turn around. To see his small penis dangle over his perfectly formed marbles was something I needed at the moment. As he turned around I heard men breath deeply to the point of gasping. You could have cut the tension in the air with a knife as these men were further teased with my sons lithe body. Again they posed him doing all these natural things except now completely in his unhindered beauty. I saw men adjust their cocks as they placed him again on his hands and knees and pushed his head down to the ground. As his knees were spread and his head down, his virgin hole was on display for all to see. That sent the camera into a frenzy with shot after shot being taken. I watched in stunned silence as the man reached between my sons legs and stroked my sons balls and penis down to make them more visible in the shot. I heard my son give out a slight moan at this and was happy for his momentary pleasure and then a groan as the man pulled my sons balls down with more force to stretch them into view. I looked into my hand to realize that I was holding two more white envelopes and yet another full glass of wine. I watched them pose my boy in more and more suggestive manners. He was now on his back with his knees bent and splayed open. They now had him pull his knees back and open to first reveal his small hole. Then I watched as the man got down with my son and as if he was going to fuck him, push my sons legs back so that my boys knees were by his ears. Another man stood ready to grab them to keep them back as shot after shot was taken. Seeing my son in such a fuckable position again welled up objections until another envelop was placed in my lap. I did hear Jackson grunt from time to time now as they were assuming he was more flexible than he actually was. The two men now each had a leg and they pulled them far apart keeping my boy bent in two. They turned Jackson over now and put a pillow under his tummy. I watched as they spread his legs wide again while Jackson moaned in protest. The one man got between my sons legs in fucking position and lifted his hips up some more. He then used his hands to spread my boys checks open and I saw him stare directly at Jackson's virginity. He backed away and more shots were taken. There was a difference in the room now, an excitement. This was not an average shoot for them and the anticipation of what was coming built. My mind was too cloudy with drink to think straight. I was scared and felt a tear fall from my eye. "stage 2" I heard shouted and watched as everyone took a breath and one man helped my son up. Lights came on to my right and I looked over to see a boys room. Complete with twin bed and baseball stuff on the walls. It made me feel very upset that this was the boys room that Jackson deserved yet never had. "Can someone get Ben and Mike for me" I heard shouted and then saw several men quickly look at me and then away. I had no idea why until I saw Ben and Mike walk in. They were both around 25, both incredibly gorgeous and both were very naked. My eyes traversed their muscular bodies and then settled on their soft cocks. Even soft they were two of the longest cocks I had ever seen. Bens cock was longer as it swayed down to at least the middle of his thigh, but Mikes was fatter looking to be as fat as a beer bottle around. Both men had hairy chests and hairy cocks. They each had a lovely tan and I must again mention those muscles. I was turned on and ready not yet realizing that they weren't here for me. "action" was shouted before I knew what was happening Mike Ben and Jackson were all on the set together. Two envelops were put in my hand and as I croaked out a no the man had already left and pretended not to hear. I looked back over to the set and saw these men holding my son. One was hugging his front and the other his back. They made a Jackson sandwich that was accentuated by their tan hard bodies and my sons pale soft one. I saw the enormous cocks continue to grow each moment as I watched them press against my son's back and chest. Ben leaned down and kissed Jackson on the forehead then on the cheek and now on the lips. Mike held onto Jackson's head as Ben continued to kiss his soft little lips and then licked the side of my boys face. I watched as Ben then sank to his knees and kissed my boys neck and then licked it. He continued to lick down my sons body as Mike held my boy in position. I saw Mike's cock now fully erect and he was pressing it into Jackson's back. It was a monster and looked fake next to my tiny son. Ben now had my sons cock in his mouth. Sucking the soft flesh in his mouth while his hand caressed my boys nuts. Shocked at myself, I found my mind hoping that my boy would become erect. That Jackson would show enjoyment so that I would have an excuse to let it continue. I was relieved when not only did Jackson's small cock come to life but I watched my boy, my little boy, start to pump his cock naturally into this large man's mouth. Mike now started to kiss the top of Jackson's head and then kissed my boys smooth shoulders and as he dropped to his knees I saw him kiss down the small of my boy's back. Mike got into an awkward laying position to continue to kiss and now like my son's soft yet firm rounded bum cheeks. Ben then reached around Jackson and took each of the fleshy mounds in his hands and pulled them open all while continuing to fuck my sons cock with his mouth. Mike quickly used his tongue to lick up and down the valley that opened before him and wasted no time in centering his tongue on my boys hole. My son must have really liked this as I heard a cute little moan escape his lips. I saw Mike press his head hard into my sons ass now as he must have started to rim the boy in earnest. I found myself straining to see, to now hopefully watch as this mans tongue entered my son's tight hole. "Bed" I heard shouted and was suddenly disappointing when both Mike and Ben stood up and went over to the bed. I watched as they turned the bed away from the wall so that it was sideways in the room. It was a four poster bed and I know noticed that there were ropes and cuffs ready for use on each bed. I frantically looked around for someone to yell stop at and then felt myself crash under the weight of all the wine I drank. I wanted to get up and get out, but I was in such a drunken state that I just couldn't seem to manage it. The alcohol and my pussy were keeping me there. Out of the haze that came over me I noticed different events unfolding. My son was now on the bed, on his back. His head was all the way at the very top of the bed so that it was leaning back some over the edge. I noticed his arms out and up then realized they were tied to the bed posts. I let the haze take me for a moment then reopened my eyes to see Mike at Jackson's head rubbing his massive cock all over my boys head and chest. The cock was longer, much longer than the length of my sons head and I was mesmerized to see his ace completely covered in cock while his chest was rubbed with it. Jackson was shaking his head back and forth and I heard my baby mumbling no, his protests falling on deaf ears. My own protests stopped at this point. I stared wide eyed and suddenly very sober at my young son laying on his back. A huge cock painting his little body. I watched as Mike leaned forward pressing his cock harder into my sons face as he did this he grabbed Jackson's legs by their ankles and pulled them up and then back. Ben got in position on the bed just below my sons ass and helped Mike fasten my sons legs to each of the bedposts. They both stepped back momentarily as I saw two photographers get in close and take pictures of my boys obscene form from various angles. "Mike you take his mouth now while Ben prepares him" I heard someone say and without hesitation Mike brought his large cock up to my boys pretty mouth. He ran the large head over my boys lips and then after squeezing my sons cheeks hard to make him open I saw the large cock force its way inside my boys mouth. Jackson's mouth could not have opened more without his jaw dislocating. I know there was no way his teeth weren't cutting into Mike's cock, but Mike did not see to care. My hand was rubbing my pussy. I don't know when that happened, but as I sat and stared I looked down to see my hand pleasuring me. Like it had a mind of its own, like what was happening before me wasn't the most horrific thing in the world. Some part of me liked it, some deep hidden long oppressed part wanted this to happen. "what are the chances Mike?" I heard someone exclaim. "I think it will go if you don't mind a little force" Mike replied "pay her" came the camera mans quick response and before I knew it an envelope was in my hand and Mike was pressing hard into Jackson's throat. My boy turned bright red and then almost blue as Mike continued to force the enormous cock in the much to small orafice. He pulled Jackson's head back by his chin and I saw him massage my son's throat before ramming his face harder and harder. With a scream of pain from Mike I saw him suddenly lunge and sink at least half of his cock into Jackson. I came, long and hard the orgasm welled inside me and spread across my pussy and belly until my entire body was shaking with pleasure. My son, the cute little imp with his wavy black hair and that little nose with the occasional freckle on it had a giant cock in his throat and I came. Then my son passed out. "on my ..." I stood and yelled as Mike pulled out and someone else stepped up to revive my child. "no one panic, hes fine." I heard someone say as Jackson took several long gulps of air and my panic subsided as his face went from crimson to pink. "hows that ass coming Ben" I head someone ask. I quickly looked around for Ben and saw him there on the bed with Jackson with his face buried in my sons cheeks. Licking and tonguing my boy as two thick fingers were working there way in and out of him. "still need some time if you want me or Mike in him" came Bens reply "Ok Mike lets go for gold now ok. All the way in and then I want to see you cum in his open mouth" Mike needed no more prompting as he placed his cock again to my sons mouth. To my surprise Jackson opened his mouth on his own accord to take the cock back in. Mike seemed to like this as well as he pushed hard back into Jackson's mouth and started to frantically pump my boys mouth. Only about in inch in and an inch out, but the pace was fast. "before you blow Mike please" came a frantic request Mike reached down and took hold of Jackson's head again and with only the cock in my boys mouth he said "deep breath" I dont know if Jackson listened, but Mike did not seem to wait to find out. He pulled my sons chin back and wiggled his cock in, and then with what had to be great force pushed in and in and in all the while moaning for the pain Jackson's teeth must have been causing his cock. "AHHHHH" he yelled as I saw more and more cock disappear inside my son. I saw Jackson's throat widen and saw the shadow of a snake crawl down towards his belly. "mmmpphhh" Mike groaned and I saw his pubes covering my sons nose and chin. "get the shots quickly" he pleaded. For his own sake or my sons I do not know "good" someone yelled and Mike removed his cock quickly from Jackson's throat. "that was good but too quick. finish up and lets get Terry in the scene for a few." Mike left his cock head resting on Jackson's face as he started to jack it off. I saw Jackson's tears and saw the boy struggling to swallow and return his body back to normal. Then with deft precision Mike squeezed my sons cheeks forcing his mouth open and aimed his cock towards it. Shot after shot filled my sons mouth and then when that was full painted the rest of my innocent boys face. "phew I needed that" Mike said as he exited the scene. "get the boy cleaned up a little and let Terry do his thing. Ben how you coming?" "three in boss and its actually stretching nicely. I just put the cream on and am going to get little maggie pushed in him here. After that we should be at least able to take us if not actually completely ready, we just may have to exhort some effort" "where's Terry" "here boss" I looked and saw a shorter man with a really nice body step up. My eyes traveled down quickly to his cock and I saw that this man was much more like what I was used to. With an average size cock, maybe even a bit on the smaller side. "Ok Terry, you know what to do. Give us a show now" "Holyshit hes so little." came Terry's response when he stepped up to my baby "Really hot one though, damn I dont know where you find these lookers" Did I just feel proud that this man called my son a looker. This man who was about to defile my boy more. I did and while I was proud of my son, I was not proud of myself as I fell into another orgasm. Terry leaned down and kissed my son on the lips. then whispered something in to Jackson's ears causing my son to jolt his head up before Terry pushed it back down. Terry took held his cock and started to tap it on my sons bright red lips. Eventually the knock was answered and Jackson again freely opened his mouth and accepted this much smaller cock. "mmm yeah lick it boy, yeah like that. mmmm more toungue. good boy good boy" Terry then leaned over Jackson's head causing his balls to cover my sons small nose and eyes. "here we go" he exclaimed as I saw him start to hump my little boys face. "yes yes mmm yeah fucking little slut, you little whore" Terry exclaimed while men in the room laughed and I rubbed my pussy harder. Harder faster and then deeper I saw Terry's cock go into Jackson's mouth. Then I came again as I saw Terry bottom his cock out inside my son's throat and then grind his cock even further in. With the wild thrusts of a dog he started to thoroughly face fuck my boy. pulling 4 inches out and then jamming it back into my sons throat. Again and again hard and faster until I saw the man throw his head back in ecstasy and watched as his cock pulsed with the cum that was shooting directly into Jackson's belly. "awesome boys, all me back when its staff turn will ya. This ones too cute to pass up" "thanks Terry, nice work" with that Terry left and I turned my head again to Ben who was fucking a good sized plastic dildo into my son. "ready boss" "Ok then Ben your up. You know what we want with this one?" "I think so, better pay her though" Another envelop fell into my hands and I watched Ben scooch up to be kneeling at my son's ass. His body still rudely tied so that his ass was open and unobstructed. He started rubbing his cock up and down my boys crack. Again I wanted to stop it, that monster would kill him, destroy him, ruin him forever. But another part of me wanted it, wanted to see such a perverse act. To be apart of something so depraved that a part of my soul would be left in that room. While my mind and my body were battling I heard an ear piercing scream. "EEEEEEEEEEEE" came Jackson's high pitched voice as I saw Bens cock head had disappeared. The screams continued and Ben seemed to feed off of them like a dog sensing fear. "MMPPHHFF" he shouted as he pushed his massive tool 5 inches inside my son's virgin ass. "Ok Ben, hard and fast lets hear it" "ah, ah, ah , ah ,ah" came my boys grunts and cries as Ben started to pummel his ass. Each thrust saw his cock go in a little deeper. Tears flowed from my face and from Jackson's, but juice flowed from my pussy as well. I wasnt satisfied yet, I wasnt depraved enough. "deeper" I yelled across the room a room full of men turned and looked at me like I was a ghost who just appeared form nowhere. "you heard mommy Ben, get to it" "eh, eh, eh, ehhaawwwwwww" came the shout as I saw Ben push more and more and then all of his giant cock into my little boy. I fell to the floor cumming. I was paralyzed for a long time in the throws of orgasm while I watched as Ben's ass rose a foot then fell a foot again and again. Harder and faster than I thought possible. My son had stopped screaming and when I looked at his head I panicked that he was dead. Ben fixed that for me and after a few slaps to my sons face I saw him wake with jolt and then his flopped over again as Ben continued his assault. More slaps and my son woke again this time only to cry hysterically while the pounding continued. "mmmmmm" Ben grunted as he bottomed out in Jackson's gaping ass and emptied his seed deep inside my son. The sight of Ben's large balls pulsing and and squeezing their juice inside Jackson was too much for me and I again started to feel another orgasm build within me. Jackson must have been feeling the growing pressure inside him as he renewed his efforts to squirm away from the cock. Ben pulled his cock out quickly and I saw a fountain of cum and blood squirt out of my sons ass after it. "Mike, go ahead" Mike replaced Ben below my son's now gaping ass and after saying "sorry boy" he plunged his cock in and started to instantly piston fuck my boy. Mikes huge nuts slapped off my sons rear so hard it was like he was giving Jackson a spanking while fucking him. "heres another thousand if we can all have a turn with him after Mike's done" Without saying a word I reached out and took the envelope my pussy now dripping and pulsing as I watched my son being used in such a violent manner. "mmmmmmmmm" mike now yelled as he bottomed out and also started to cum deep inside my son. What I noticed though was Mike's hand had grabbed a fistful of Jackson's hair and was pulling my sons head backwards as he came. "alright guys, special treat today Moms game if we are. Put him on the log and lets gets started." My little angle was unfolded and his ties were removed. I think I saw hope in his eyes as the man gently lifted him into his arm and my own heart sank when I saw Jackson rap his arms around this man in a hug. The man carried Jackson back to the camping scene and bent him over the log. I hadnt notice them before, but now I saw that there were shackles below the log which where quickly fastened to my sons feet. He stood up off the log, but was quickly pushed back over my the first man who spent little time lining up his cock against my sons hole and then fucking it into him. This man fucked him deliberately, but also slowly and gentler. With long slow strokes that looked quite beautiful as he pushed into my sons sweet ass. Another man walked to my sons bent over head and after picking my sons head up by his hair started to rub his cock against my boys lips. Again Jackson opened his mouth and I watched as these two men spitroasted my son. As soon as I saw one of them finish and pull out another man anxiously pushed past and entered one of my sons holes. Over 20 cocks in each hole is my best guest. Some hard and fast, some slow and gentle. Many liked to spank Jackson while fucking him, some seemed to make love to him. One man spit on his face then slapped it hard before punishing my sons ass while pulling his hair. Some came in him, many came on him. Each one was a turn on to me and a nightmare for Jackson. I no longer was standing back just watching, I was two feet away from my son as the last cock entered his now gaping and ruined little ass. "We have one more envelop for you if you will want" "whats it for?" I asked "This" he responded holding up a giant cock that was attached to a wearable harness. "you fuck your son with this" he said "how big is it?" I asked liked that mattered to me at this point "a full 14" and you only get paid if it all goes in him" "give me it" I responded throately as I became flush with the challenge before me. After I had the cock on I realized how large it was. Jackson was only 48 inches tall, this cock would half to enter a quarter of his body for me to get it all in him. I would ruin him if not kill him. His hole was gaping and I could put a finger in him with it barely hitting the walls now, but this cock was massive, it was well over half the size of his entire ass. "we will help you get it in" the man said and I watched as two men opened up my sons ass for me and I saw his hole spread to an unimaginable size. I rubbed my cock up into the hole as I had seen so many men do before me. Then with a lunge I saw the head enter him and heard Jackson start to scream again. His screams made me angry and as to silence him I pushed harder and harder into him. I was able to get to about eight inches fairly easy as his ass was so used from earlier, but I could not get any further. "remember all in" the man said "turn him over for me, it might be easier" They flipped Jackson on his back over the log and my son looked at my face. "no mommy no, pleaase" he whined as I watched Ben and Mike lift his legs open for me. "sorry" was all I said as I pushed the giant cock back into him and started to fuck him with new resolve. Looking into his little face gave sent anger into me. I wasn't angry at him, but angry at myself for what I had become. I irrationally thought that if I could just finish this it would be all better. With that I jammed more and more of the cock into my son and was shocked when suddenly something gave way in my boy and the last 4 inches sunk into him all at once. It was if I buried three pop cans inside him. I saw his eyes roll back as he passed out but was undeterred as I continued to fuck him with my cock. Mike stepped to the boys head and alternated slapping my sons cheeks and then waved smelling salts under his nose. I saw a groggy Jackson come to life again and smiled at him. Still fucking deeply into him. I no longer recognized his voice as he croaked "mommy it hurtz" "I know baby its almost over" and then I wrapped one hand around his throat and started to gyrate into him trying to force every last bit inside him and to complete his membership into being a little whore. I saw a video camera filming me and then grew hornier and hornier as men started to come up and jack their cum on Jacksons face and chest. "open your mouth Jackson" I told him and he weakly obeyed. Now the men aimed for his mouth making him taste their filthy seed. After each man was done I commanded him "swallow" and he tried to comply but his throat was still too damaged to succeed each time and often ended up coughing the cum out of his mouth. "Kiss him" the man next to be said I bent over my son and started to tongue his sweet little face. Licking the seed off of him before jamming my tongue deep in his mouth and administering a kiss that no mom is supposed to give her child. As our teeth ground together I started to cum again and at the same time felt warm splashes hitting mine and Jackson's face and mouths as the men continued to cum on us. "ok you can pull out of him now" I was reluctant but complied and when I saw my sons ass felt that his demise was now imminent. There would be no chance of him returning after I impaled him so completely. "he will need to go to our infirmary for a couple of weeks, but he will recover nicely. He is not the first to have his body used in such a manner. He will be fine before you know it" "thank you" I said and then laughed as I realized what I was thanking the man for. "OK last scene the man said" and I was handed yet another envelop. Jackson was taken off the log and laid down on the floor on his back. Eight men surrounded him each holding their cocks pointing it down towards my baby boy. "start" and with that each cock started to let piss flow out of them. Some with weak streams, some with strong. All aimed towards my son. Hitting Jackson's little cock and balls, his smooth stomach and drenching his face and hair. When the last cock was drained Mike stepped up and put Jackson on his knees. "last one buddy, open your mouth" Jackson complied and while holding my son's head up by his hair Mike aimed his large cock into my boy's mouth and started to piss. Gagging and chocking my son as he emptied a very full bladder into him. "good boy" he said as he wiped the last amount of pee off of his cock and onto my sons small tongue. "Ok get the boy to a bed, thats a wrap. good job everyone probably the best work we have ever done" They led my boy away and started to pack up. I was given a card with a number to call and check on him and they told me that I should go home and clean up and could come back and stay with him if I liked. I went to the bathroom and greedily counted my envelopes. I made fourteen thousand dollars in one day. I knew then that if my son healed I would again use his little body for profit.