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 A Short Short Story This story is different to my others on this site.  It
probably won't appeal to the same audience, but I got so hot writing it
that I have to release it anyway.  Lots of love, Kevana. PS If you like it
please write to me at: kevana_matteson@yahoo.com

   I had a really strange childhood.  It all started one day when I was
fifteen and came home to find that mom was in bed with not one, but two
men.

   My dad had died before I was born and so mom had always been single.  I
had never had a father figure since then, and mom seemed completely happy
to be alone.  We used to spend lots of time together and she always treated
my like her little prince - I never wanted for anything.  Mom didn't seem
to have a job like most of the other kids' mothers at my school, but I
never really cared about that.  There was always plenty of money to go
around, and we went on holiday every year.  In fact I had a pretty
fantastic childhood.  Mom drove me to school each day and picked me up
after the homework clubs she insisted I attend.

   Then, one day in my fifteenth year, everything changed.  Billy, Bobby
and Aliea, my friends at school, convinced me to skip out of homework club
and catch the bus home.  They were going to go home, get changed, and then
meet at Aliea's house for the baseball game.  In truth it had been the fact
that Aliea had told me about it that made me so bold as to go.  My crush on
her had gone on for a year, and we seemed to be getting closer each time we
were together.  I really hoped that I would be able to get the guts up to
ask her out.  She just seemed so perfect to me.

   So I caught the bus home.

   Being dropped off at the corner I ran back to my house, trying to come
up with an excuse why I'd skipped homework club.  I'd pretty much decided
that I would just tell mom the truth by the time I reach my driveway. 
Mom's four-by-four was parked in the driveway and I was glad to see she
hadn't left to pick me up yet.  The odd thing was that there was also a
black Mercedes there that I did not recognise at all.  It had a
personalised number plate and black tinted windows and looked very
expensive.  My heart began to race, and I hoped mom was okay.  The things
that of course ran through my mind were that some debt collectors had come
by, or that this car belong to an international group of criminals come to
kidnap her (I was fifteen, remember?) I snook up to our front door and
turned the handle, to find it locked.  That was not a problem though, as I
entered through the basement.

   Our house was very quiet, filled only with the ticking of a clock.  I
dropped my school satchel on the floor and looked around downstairs, but
couldn't find mom.  That was when the sounds of creaking came from
upstairs. They had her held up there!

   I crept up the stairs to our first landing.  Mom's doorway was at the
end, with mine to the left and the bathroom to the right.  There were the
sounds of a struggle coming from the room, and I gave up being quiet and
ran!  I had to save my mom!

   I burst through her bedroom door to find mom, not bound and being
interrogated, but pinned between the bodies of two huge men.

   Mom had always been small boned, and she looked moreso now.  At five
feet two tall she had a raky thin body, brown hair and green eyes.  She
worked out regularly in our home gym, and I could see her stomach and leg
muscles rippling as the two guys double-teamed her.  They were shaking her
with their thrusts, making her small, full tits shake with each stroke.  I
could quite clearly see where one of the guys had his cock up her bald
cunt, and the other stretching her tautly muscled ass.  They were all
sweating and groaning, making her giant bed creak under their fucking.  As
they drew backwards and forwards I could see that their cocks were huge
compared to mine, and their balls big and sweaty.  How could mom take all
of that meat?  I still don't know to this day how she fits it in.

   Both guys had the physiques of professional athletes, and I thought I
recognise one of their faces.

   My mom was being fucked!

   Despite the fact that I had burst in loudly, the two guys kept fucking
away.  Neither appeared to have heard me.  Mom had though, and, between her
sighs as they forced the breath out of her with their tools, she shouted at
me.  "Jonny, ge-t ou-t!  We'll ta-lk about th-is la-ter." She followed this
up with a wail.

   I went to my room and listened to their noises as they fucked for the
next two hours, interspersed only with five-minute breaks and the flushing
of the toilet.  The two guys left then, and I heard the shower go on.  Mom
appeared at the door to my room half an hour later, looking frazzled with
her hair up in a bun.  She had put on makeup and a towelling dressing gown.


   Mom came in and sat on the end of my bed.  She explained to me
everything.  About how those two guys were baseball players for the city's
Major League team.  About how she was their sport, their high class
prostitute.  About how she had more clients, and that's how she had brought
in enough money to bring me up.

   It all made sense.

   We went out for dinner after that.  She took me to a nice restaurant and
we pretended none of it had happened.  We pretended for months, until one
of my friends got way too clever...



   Part two.

   Months went by, and I got used to mom being a prostitute.  I would come
home often on the bus now, holding hands with Aliea, my new girlfriend. 
Sometimes I would go to Aliea's or sometimes straight home.  On the days I
went to Aliea's we studied, or sat on the couch and kissed.  On the days I
went home I sat in my room and listened to mom getting screwed while I
played computer games.  We had an arrangement, mom and I, that as long as I
didn't interrupt her I could be in the house while she fucked.

   It became so normal that one day I slipped and invited Billy back
straight after school.

   At first were normal.  We came into the house and raced upstairs to play
Doom 3 on my computer.  I had bought the game the day before and had not
been able to forget about it since.  I had even blown off a date with Aliea
to play the game tonight.

   So when the high-pitched whining began to come from Mom's room, just
down the corridor from mine, my heart went cold.  Billy was currently
playing the game, and doing rather better than I had, but even that
couldn't distract him from the noise coming from Mom's room.

   "What's that?" "Oh, nothing!" I pushed the door to, hoping that he would
ignore it.  Instead he laughed at me.  "Oh Jeeez, Jonny.  That's someone
being fucked, isn't it?  Wow!  Who is it?  Your mom?"

   I had gone bright red.  Mom would kill me now that Billy had found out!
Billy stood up and headed over to the door.  I wanted to stop him, but he
was a year older than I and played Rugby regularly.  He was big and heavy
set, if a little bit excitable.  I'd heard our PE teacher telling him that
he had the body of a man, but the mind of a 12 year old.  All trapped up
with the libdo of a 17 year old.  Billy had a large collection of porn
files downloaded from the Net at his house and we often watched the latest
ones together.  I was more interested in the real Aliea than porn, but
Billy loved the stuff.

   He opened the door and walked out into the hallway.  The grasps and
groans coming from mom's room really made it seem like she was getting into
this one.  I knew that Billy meant to go and watch, and was dragged along
in his wake.  If he was going to see I had to stop him from doing anything
embarrassing.  Maybe I could keep mom from seeming him - or kicking his
ass!

   The door was open wide as usual - mom never bothered to close it - and
there she was again.  I had occasionally caught glimpses of her on the bed
as I had sneaked to the bathroom.  She seemed to like it "hard and from
behind" as they say.  This time was no exception.  She was only with one
guy, but they were both on their knees facing away from the door.  The huge
black guy behind mom was pounding into her with a ferocity that must hurt.
His big hands were around her little tight hips, and he lifted her with
each thrust.  I could just see one of mom's tits and the little globe
wobbled as he screwed her.  She was whining at the top of her voice and her
hands were clawing the sheets.

   "Oh fuck, it is your mom!" Whispered Billy.  "They're really going at
it!"

   I had to admit they were.  Thankfully they were facing away from us, so
we could see the muscular buttocks of the black guy.  We wouldn't be seen
so long as I could get Billy, the big ox, away from them before they
finished.  Mom could easily be an hour.

   "Jesus Christ, Jon, your mom's taking his cock in the ass!  Have you
seen this?  She must be awesome to have that up there!"

   "Yeah." I had to admit she was.  I had seen mom with three guys in her
giant bed at the same time, each one ploughing a hole.  She had been unable
to move for a day after that!  "Come on, Billy, let's go!  We should leave
her alone."

   "Yeah, I will in a minute.  Just one thing..." I gasped as he pulled out
his Sony video phone.

   "NO!"

   "Yes, Jon, I have to!  Your mom is hot, and I'll have to beat off over
this later!  I don't want to get caught though." I could do little more
than watch as he snapped off two minutes of video.  Then he stuffed his
phone into his pocket and turned back towards me.  I couldn't help but
notice the massive erection in the front of his pants, and the redness of
his face.

   We went back to my room and shut the door.  We could still hear mom
taking it in her room even through the thick wood.  Billy collapsed on the
bed, and I knelt next to him.

   "You can't tell anyone about this, Billy, or show them that video!" "I
have to little buddy!  That video is hot property.  Do you know what I
could charge for it on the Net?" "But Bill, she's my mom..." "I won't show
it to any of our friends.  I'll even blur the faces.  I have to show it
though - I need money to impress Christina and no one will give me a summer
job that pays enough.  I'm too dumb!" "Okay..." I gave up.  "But only if
you promise to send it to me before you sell it anywhere.  I want to check
it." "Sure, Jon, sure.  But now I need to do something about this..." He
undid his zipper and pulled out his erect cock.  I sighed, but began to get
an idea.  One that would stop the video going onto the Net.  One that would
make mom proud of me too.  I knew something about Bill that I could turn to
my advantage.

   "Go ahead, matey.  I'm just going to play some more Doom."

   He hadn't even waited for my permission, but instead started to pull
away at his erect organ.  It was straining in his hand as I sat down.  He
had his phone out and was staring at the screen.

   I waited for a minute, knowing that Billy would take a while to cum.  We
had both beat off over his porn collection more than once and he always
took a lot longer than I.  When he really got into it, I pressed a button
on my keyboard and then stood up.  Crossing to the bed I took in the site
of his big body lying there, cock passing out through his jeans and
sheathed in one hand.  He had a big instrument, and his hand only covered
half of the shaft as he rucked at it.  I licked my lips and knelt between
his legs on the bed.  His eyes moved from the mobile phone as he felt my
weight.  I knelt forwards.  I stuck out my tongue.  I began to lick the
shiny purple head of his cock as he beat it.  It was thick tasting and
covered in precum, to which I quickly added my spittle.

   Bill grunted, grinned, and turned his attention back to his phone.  You
see, I knew that Billy was bisexual and shared blowjobs with his rugby
team-mates.  So my mouth on his helmet was only a new experience in that I
had not done it before.  As I sucked his shiny tool, I could hear the
sounds and screaming coming from mom's room.

   Slipping my hand under his ass, I pulled his hips up towards me.  My
mouth slid further over his fucker, and I heard my jaw click at the size of
it.  I had never given a bj before, but had received a few from girls in my
time.  For my mom's honor I was prepared to do this, and to my shock I
found it was turning me on.  I took Bill further and further down my throat
at each bob.  My lips slurped over his cockmeat.  His helmet swelled into
my mouth.

   I opened my lips as wide as I could and slid them down around his
rock-hard boner.  My hands moved up his thighs and I slapped his fist away,
wrapping both mine around the rest of his shaft.  All the while I sucked,
enjoying his manly meat in my mouth.  I sucked hard and loud and greedily,
bringing Billy's lust to boiling point.

   "Uhhhhhh, fuuuuuuck!  Your mouth feels like a fucking cunt, man!",
moaned Billy, hunching his hips at my face.

   My lips were hot and tight around his meat, and I wanted to suck the
jizz right out of his balls.  In a minute or two that was exactly what
would happen.  Billy snorted with pleasure and anticipation.

   "Ooooooh, shit yeah!  Suck it, Jon!  Suck my fuckin' cock!" he panted.

   I suddenly didn't need to be urged on.  My own cock was hard in my
pants. I was sucking noisily and greedily on his swollen prick, eager for a
steaming mouthful of his jism.  Each hungry suck of his my mouth made Billy
writhe in a blast of pleasure and made him groan louder.  I made my head
bob furiously up and down.  I made sure my wet saliva boiled around his
cock.

   Billy spun out of control and started fucking my mouth.  He groaned,
closed his eyes, and pistoned his dick back and forth over my slippery
tongue.  I was groaning with excitement and drooling all over my friend's
stabbing cock.  It was just a few seconds later that I felt the first hot
jet of cum against the back of my throat.

   "Uuuuhhhh, shit, man, I'm coming, aaaaahhhnnnnghhhh!" Billy roared.

   I let his delicious boiling jism collect in my mouth till my cheeks
bulged with it, savouring the salty flavour.  Then I gulped it down like
thick manly yoghurt.  Billy groaned and fucked my siphoning mouth till he'd
jetted the last drop of his cum into his my sucking mouth, then dropped
back with a loud sigh of satisfaction.  I licked my lips to get every bit
of his tasty load.

   When I had finished I pushed myself up, feeling very weak.  My rock hard
cock pressed against my pants, but this was not about me.  It was about
safeguarding mom.  I changed windows on my computer and showed Bill what I
had done.  The video of me sucking his cock was full screen, and his eyes
opened wide.

   "Jon!"

   "And you can't delete it Billy.  I've uploaded it to a passworded Net
site.  Now either you can delete that video of mom and I'll delete this, or
we can both sell our stuff.  By the way, I won't be blurring your face!"

   "Okay man." He replied.  "You got me.  I'll delete this..." He did so,
the bar moving triumphantly across the screen as I savoured the taste of
cum still in my mouth.

   "And I'll delete this..." I did so too, mentally making a note that I
still had the video in my cache.  Just in case.  "...and we can be friends
again."

   "Hopefully more than friends, Jon!" Billy cried out.  "You give a mean
bj!"

   I couldn't help but grin.

   That would be the victory of this big day - that I now have no problems
relieving a guy... when I need to.  In fact, I enjoy it...