Schoolboy Sissy Slut 
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Schoolboy Sissy Slut
?1998 Mr Pornwriter

Part 8		Mum’s The Word

David Merton shut his eyes and let his head sink through the bubbles 
that floated on top of the bath water. Emersing himself in the warm 
water below, the boy allowed himself to escape from the cruel world 
in which he’d been decreed as a plaything of his tormentors. For a 
few seconds while he held his breath, the schoolboy felt safe from 
the outside world.

After his sister’s boyfriend had finished ejaculating down his throat 
and rolled off the abused youngster, David had freaked. He’d 
scrambled off the bed and ran out of the hotel room before anyone 
could stop him. Not bothering with the lift, David dashed down the 
many flights of stairs and emerged in the hotel lobby.

The cross-dressed teenager, his mouth and face stained with sperm and 
faeces, ignored the strange looks he received and continued out of 
the hotel. David kept running despite feeling that his lungs were 
close to bursting. He had to get away.

Finally he made it back to his Mother’s house, relieved that he’d 
remembered the way. Suddenly though, panic swept through the young 
boy’s mind when he realised that he didn’t have a door key. His 
Mother’s car wasn’t parked outside which was a good thing really. He 
didn’t want her to see him in the state he was. But on the other 
hand, he was locked out!

David walked round the side of the house and climbed over the fence. 
To his great relief, the sliding patio door had been left unlocked 
and David rushed upstairs to the bathroom where he stripped and ran 
the bath. While the bath water ran he washed his face and cleaned his 
teeth several times to try rid himself of the foul stench and taste 
of his sister’s excrement.

Underwater, David tried to block out the evil events which had marred 
his first day at the coast. After holding his breath for as long as 
he could, he raised himself up and broke through the surface of the 
water. He gasped for air and felt his ears pop as the bubble bath 
sizzled around him.

Just then the bathroom door swung open and Sarah Collins rushed 
inside.

“Ah! Oh Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” exclaimed David’s 
Mother, putting her hand to her chest. “Look, I need to pee and the 
downstairs toilet is out of action. You don’t mind do you?” asked 
Sarah with an anxious look on her face.

“No, Of course not mum” David replied, covering his groin area with 
his hand.

His Mother was dressed in the same shorts and T-shirt as when he’d 
seen her earlier. David didn’t know where to look when his Mother 
unzipped her shorts and pulled them down to her knees, followed by a 
pair of skimpy cotton panties. He couldn’t help noticing the dark 
patch of pubic hair covering his Mother’s snatch as she sat down on 
the toilet opposite the bathtub.

“Aaaaaah, that’s better” sighed Sarah, letting a stream of urine 
splash noisily into the bowl below. Her son turned and looked down, 
embarrassed by her lack of modesty.

“So, what have you been up to?” asked Sarah as she continued to 
urinate.

“Umm, not much” was all David could reply.

“Where’s Kathy?” Sarah’s peeing was becoming more intermittent as her 
bladder emptied.

“She – erm… went out, I think” offered David, hoping his Mother 
wouldn’t keep up her questioning.

Sarah tore off some toilet paper and put her hand between her legs. 
David’s eyes were drawn to the sight of his Mother wiping her pussy 
just a few feet away.

“And what are they doing here?” Sarah pointed at the pile of clothes 
on the floor. Before David could say or do anything, Sarah leant over 
and picked up the bikini top, holding it in her hand while giving her 
son a questioning look.

“I – err…” David was speechless. He couldn’t tell his Mother that 
Kathy had forced him to wear the girl’s clothes. His sister would 
punish him severely if he landed her in it. He tried to think up an 
excuse but in the end all he could do was lower his head and start to 
cry.

Sarah stood and pulled up her knickers and shorts. She knelt down 
next to the bath and put her arm around her naked son.

“Aww baby, don’t cry. So you like to wear women’s clothes. It’s ok. I 
understand”

“But –“ David tried to protest but his Mother continued.

“Shhh, it’s alright baby. Mummy doesn’t mind.” She pulled David 
closer to her, pressing his wet head against her breast.

Despite Sarah’s wrong deduction, David allowed himself to be 
comforted by his Mother. He felt her large warm bosom heave against 
his face. At least she’s nice to me, he thought.

After a couple of minutes Sarah released her son and stood up.
“Now I’m all wet” she said smiling and promptly reached down and 
pulled her T-shirt over her head. Sarah’s large breasts jiggled in 
her white lacy bra, her nipples visible to David through the thin 
material which also looked to be damp.

“Come on. I think you’d better get out of that bath before you 
shrivel up like a prune” instructed Sarah, reaching for a towel from 
the rail hanging over the radiator.

David reluctantly stood up, trying to keep a hand over his genitals 
as he did so, which wasn’t easy. Sarah reached over and pulled out 
the plug while her son climbed out of the bath.

She held the towel in her hands and began to dry David’s head and 
shoulders. Next the attractive thirty–four-year-old rubbed the fluffy 
towel over his shoulders and back, brushing his arms out of the way 
when she moved round to his front.

“Oh, don’t be shy David. I am your Mother, after all!” She gave out a 
little chuckle. “I haven’t done this since you were little, have I?”

David blushed as his Mother knelt down and dried around his little 
cock and balls, and then reached underneath and rubbed along the 
crack of his bottom. After making sure that her son was dry all over, 
Sarah Collins took the boy’s hand and led him naked onto the landing 
and along to her bedroom. David allowed himself to be laid face down 
on the bed where he snuggled up, sinking his head into the soft 
pillows. He had to admit that it felt nice having his Mother make a 
fuss over him.

Sarah stroked her son’s damp hair and let a hand gently trail down 
his back and into the cleft of his buttocks. David couldn’t help 
feeling slightly aroused as his mum massaged his bum cheeks, letting 
her index finger brush along past his anus. It felt nice and cosy, 
lying on his Mother’s bed being pampered by the scantily clad Mother 
of two.

“David, just lie there and relax” Sarah whispered to her little boy 
as she stood up and left the room. David felt totally at ease and 
felt himself drifting off to sleep. The frantic events of the last 
few days were catching up with the young schoolboy and a few minutes 
later he was fast asleep.

David felt himself dreaming. The week’s events flashed past him in 
broken fragments. He saw Tony Gate’s face greedily staring at him as 
the handsome older boy pulled down his underpants in the gym. Then 
his thoughts fast-forwarded to when he was running around the school 
playing field, dressed in a gymslip. The taunting faces of his 
classmates and the girls playing hockey entered his mind to torment 
him yet again. The gorgeous Lisa Sheridan smiled demurely as she bent 
over and showed her firm, tight buttocks encased in a pair of skimpy 
satin panties. This image was soon replaced by that of an ecstatic Mr 
Bates, the deputy headmaster, pushing his manhood up David’s anal 
passage, thrusting deeply into the boys bowels. Only it wasn’t Mr 
Bates. The face changed to that of his father, just before he pumped 
his man seed into his own son’s arse.

It was uncanny. It was almost as if he could feel Andrew Merton’s 
large prick pressing against his tight ring. He could feel the 
stabbing pain that accompanied the anal rape of his precious opening.

The pain increased and David felt himself awaken, expecting the 
nightmare to end. His eyes opened but the pain was still there. He 
tried to move his arms but they were held in place either side of 
him.

As David twisted his head to his side, reality caught up with him. 
There behind him was his Mother. She was totally naked except for a 
large strap-on dildo attached round her waist, which she was pushing 
playfully against his arse.

Then David noticed that whereas his Mother had removed all her 
clothes, she had dressed him in an assortment of women’s underwear. 
He was wearing some sheer black stockings and suspender belt, over 
which he adorned a pair of black silky French knickers. Only the 
cami-knickers were the open crotch type that allowed his Mother 
access to his baby-white arse. The lingerie was complemented with a 
matching silky bra that was fitted so tight it dug into David’s 
sides.

Sarah Collins saw that her son was awake and leaned over so that her 
face was practically next to his. David struggled to free himself but 
the silk scarves attached to his arms and legs were securely 
fastened. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh baby, you’re awake. Did you have a nice sleep?”

“Wha- what are you doing mummy? Let me out of here!” demanded David, 
finding the bizarre circumstances difficult to take in.

“Well honey, I always thought you acted more like a girl than a boy” 
explained his Mother. “And now the fact that you are a sissy boy is 
out in the open, it’s only right for me to treat you like any little-
cocked, sissy-slut ought to be treated” she reasoned.

“But I’m not a sissy!” wailed David, his eyes filling with tears.

“Of course you are, David.” Sarah reached under David’s legs and 
squeezed his small dick through the silky panties. “Let’s face it. 
You’re never going to impress any girls with this baby sized cock of 
yours, are you?”

David’s face went bright red at his Mother’s last statement.
“Oh, how could you mummy!” he squealed, feeling totally humiliated.

“How on earth you managed to inherit such a small dick, I’ll never 
know” continued Sarah. “I mean, it’s not as if your father has a 
small prick. Far from it, he’s got a wonderfully big cock!”

David knew only too well about the size of his father’s penis, being 
the recipient of Andrew Merton’s man-meat only the night before.

“And you’re such a little wimp. I bet everyone at school laughs at 
you. It wouldn’t surprise me if all the boys have you sucking their 
cocks already!” Sarah looked at her sissy son who burst into floods 
of tears at his Mother’s correct assumption.

“Yeah, I thought so. You’re a little sissy cocksucker!” Sarah took 
hold of her large artificial penis and pushed it hard against her 
son’s butt-hole. With a firm push and a scream from David, the 
elasticated ring gave way and allowed the flesh-coloured latex to 
enter his sacred hole.

“Do your school friends know you like to dress as a girl? Do they 
know you’re a fucking transvestite?” Sarah’s rhetorical questions 
were met by screams from David as she built up a steady fucking 
rhythm with the strap-on dildo.

When the cries from her son got too loud, Sarah reached down and 
produced a pair of white cotton panties. With one quick movement she 
shoved them in David’s mouth, muffling the boy’s protests.

“I thought I might need these to shut you up.” Sarah’s large breasts 
bounced on David’s back as she leant over him, fucking him doggy 
fashion. “They’re a pair of Kathy’s I found in the laundry basket. 
She made a right mess. There’s a long shitty stain in them.”

“Can you taste your sister’s shit, David?” Sarah was by now in a wild 
frenzied state. The sexed-up Mother was humping her little boy’s 
crossed–dressed arse for all it was worth.

David gagged on the foul tasting material of his sister’s soiled 
panties while his own Mother fucked his boy cunt, screaming 
obscenities at him.

“I bet you’d love to fuck your sister wouldn’t you? You’re such a 
twisted little sissy slut, I bet you’d love it. You’d probably even 
like to fuck your own Mother. Am I right? Yeah, you want to stick 
your tiny pencil dick inside my hot cunt don’t you? Well you’re not 
going to. The only thing you’re any good for is being fucked!”

The screwing David was receiving, was getting harder and faster as 
Sarah neared her orgasm. She grabbed hold of David’s bra strap and 
held it like reins at a rodeo, fucking her little son’s arse right up 
to the hilt of the ten-inch dildo.

“Aaaagh, Yes, I’m coming! Mummy’s coming up her little sissy son’s 
slutty arse!” She reached over and pulled David’s shoulders towards 
her, forcing the huge penis into the deepest bowels of her son’s 
behind. David grimaced with the pain and bit down on his sister’s 
shit covered panties in his mouth.

Sarah Collins collapsed on her son, squashing him beneath her. She 
stayed like that for five minutes as the waves of her multiple orgasm 
gently ebbed away.

David could only sob quietly to himself, waiting for his Mother to 
withdraw the plastic penis from his anus. This she did eventually, 
not bothering to remove the panties stuffed in David’s mouth. Sarah 
silently got up and walked into the bathroom to shower.

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Later that evening, David found himself in bed in the spare room, 
still dressed in the black silky underwear. He lay there wondering 
what to do. It was clear that he couldn’t stay here as he’d 
originally planned. That was for sure!

He thought about his Dad. Although his father had raped him, he 
wasn’t aware that it was his son’s behind he was fucking. Well at 
least not at first. And his father had been very quiet the next 
morning. Perhaps he was regretting his actions. After all, he’d never 
done anything like that before.

Yes, I’m sure Dad’s sorry for what happened, thought David. I bet if 
I went home right now we could forget about the whole episode and 
life would get back to normal.

These thoughts filled David with optimism. He couldn’t wait to get 
home and make it up with his Dad. Reaching for his wristwatch on the 
bedside table, he saw the time was 1:30 a.m. Had he really been 
asleep for that long? He had to sneak out of the house before his 
mother and sister awoke the next morning. He remembered that the 
first train didn’t leave until 7:00 a.m. so David set his alarm for 
six o’ clock and fell back on the bed.

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David was already awake before the “beeb – beeb” of his watch told 
him it was time to make a sharp exit. After looking around the room, 
he cursed to himself that he couldn’t find his underwear anywhere, 
but at least his jeans, T-shirt and trainers were still where he’d 
left them. Not wanting to hang about longer than he had to, David 
slipped the jeans and shirt over the women’s lingerie and slipped his 
trainers on, over the stockings. It felt rather strange, but David 
was more intent on leaving the house without waking up the two women.

After creeping downstairs, David found his suitcase where he’d left 
it in the hall. He picked it up and slipped quietly out of the house. 
The sun was just starting to rise as David walked quickly in the 
direction of the train station. Not too quickly though, because his 
bottom was still quite sore. After half an hour he finally made it to 
the station and boarded his train twenty minutes later.

By ten o’ clock David was walking up the path to his front door. On 
entering the house he found the breakfast things scattered over the 
sink.

Of course it’s Friday, thought David. Dad’ll be at work. Oh well, 
it’ll give me a chance to clear the house up. That will put him in a 
good mood when he gets home.

And so, the young schoolboy went straight to work on the washing up 
and vacuumed the lounge and dining rooms. He got the bathroom cleaner 
from the cupboard under the sink and went upstairs. After cleaning 
the bath and toilet, David removed the rubber gloves he’d been 
wearing and wiped his brow. All the chores had worked up a sweat on 
the youngster and he decided to change.

He walked towards his bedroom, pulling off his T-shirt on the way. Of 
course, David realised, noticing the bra he was wearing. I totally 
forgot about all this underwear. No wonder I’m so hot, he said to 
himself, laughing out loud at his own stupidity.
As he neared his bedroom, David unzipped his jeans and slipped them 
off. Holding them and his T-shirt in one hand he opened the door to 
his bedroom.

“Oh no!” he cried, at the sight before him. “I don’t believe it!”


Continued in Part 9