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 My Summer Job, Chapter 5 by quozax

   (ped, inc, Fm, costume, child prostitution)

   The rest of my day went really good.  I didn't have to go outside in the
hot sun, which made wearing the Clifford suit feel better.  I enjoyed
playing out a normal book with T-bone as Emily read the story.

   And, oh, how I love it when kids come up to me and kiss me and want to
sit on my lap.  Even though it is not sexual, I love it.  I love making
them smile.  Their cute little faces lighting up when they see me, gives me
a warm feeling.

   And I must admit, I like envisioning them naked or having sex with them.
But I am careful.  I don't do anything, even allow myself to get an
erection, when I'm in my normal Clifford mode.  Boy, how I have changed.

   But I did notice that Mr.  Moore was not in any of the reading rooms, or
checking up on us like he did the previous day.  T-bone even mentioned how
rare this was.  Mr.  Moore always was around to make sure we did not break
character.

   When my time ended, and it was time to come home, I got my clothes from
my locker and entered into Mr.  Moore's office.  He just had a worried look
on his face.  "Are you okay?" I ask.

   "Um, yes.  Sure.  You did a very good job today Clifford.  Let me count
out how much money you had made today." Then Mr.  Moore started to put
hundred dollar bills in my costumed paw.  He kept going and going, and my
eyes were wide in my Clifford suit.  He stopped at $3500!

   "Some of that money if for your assistance with the pre-show
introduction, you and T-bone did until I arrived.  You may break character
and get undressed if you'd like."

   He wasn't watching me get undressed.  I knew something was wrong.  So
before I even got my costume off, I had to ask again.  "Please Mr.  Moore,
why don't you tell Clifford what is bothering you."

   He smiled a little.  "Well, I have a great Clifford, T-bone, and Emily
Elizabeth, and up, until just yesterday; I even had a Mac and a Cleo.  But
their parents got caught with their pants down and now I do not have a Mac
or a Cleo.  I had so many considerations with my new dream team, and I must
admit, I made a few promises that I can no longer fill."

   "How about Jeremy and Ashley?" I said hopefully.

   Mr.  Moore shakes his head.  "They both believe with all of their tiny
hearts that you are the real Clifford.  If they are to wear costumes and
pretend that they are Cleo and Mac - I think it would devastate them.  It
is too early for that type of reveal.  I cannot bring myself to crush their
little dreams."

   My mind went reeling in places where it should not go.  "May I break
character?"

   "Yes, of course.  I already gave you permission to do so."

   I take off my Clifford head and take a deep breath.  "How about my
little brother and sister?  My brother, Brandon is 5 and my sister, Zaylee
is 6."

   Mr.  Moore stares at me.  "They are the right age...  But, it is one
thing to sell your own services.  You are 13 and can make your own
decisions.  Selling your little brother's and sister's services are quite
different.  I would prefer at least one parent to be on board with this."

   He pauses.  "Now, I do not allow Mac and Cleo to do sexual things with
strangers.  All of my clients know this fact.  I only allow them to do
things with Clifford, Emily and T-bone - and, of course, each other.  But,
let me tell you something.  It is hard to find that young of entertaining
sexual youngsters; thus they would make more than even you.  They would
easily bring in a thousand dollars, and that is even without audience
participation.

   "Plus, I would give you a thousand dollars for each - just as a
referral. You need to, at least talk this over with them.  I insist that it
is consensual.  This is one of the reasons I prefer an adult be on board
with it."

   He leaves me with a long pause then he says.  "I will tell you what I
will do.  I will give you two days.  That should be plenty of time for you
to make a decision whether you will want your siblings on board or not.  If
you cannot do this; I will drop Cleo and Mac from the list."

   "I will see what I can do Mr.  Moore.  If I can't bring myself to tell
my mother, then all is lost.  Also, there is a chance that when my mother
finds out, she will pull me from working here.  So, the question is; are
you prepared for that outcome?"

   Mr.  Moore seems to be thinking.  "If you get pulled.  I will let T-bone
become the new Clifford early and just say he cannot produce cum for some
made-up reason.  The red paint should cover his body nicely, and he knows
all the books by heart.  So, yes, I am prepared for that."

   "I'll see what I can do Mr.  Moore." I say.  "I'll leave the costume
here, just in case that happens."

   "I will wash it for you Mr.  Peterson, and I hope for the best.  I will
also prepare, in case your mother decides to try and turn us in.  It will
be a long night for us, and in the morning, things might be different
here."

   "I understand, Mr.  Moore." I say as I take off the rest of my costume.

   Now, I wasn't really that worried about Zaylee being Cleo.  She is a
ham! She loves being the center of attention.  She has been in 2 school
plays and she's only 6.  When my dad was still alive, she used to be in
beauty pageants since she was a baby.  But, Brandon can be shy.  So, I did
wonder if he'd do sexual things in front of people.

   I get an envelope again and put #3000 of my $3500 in it, and put the
rest in my billfold.  I leave my costume behind, and get dressed.  I pedal
my bike home.  I got a knot in my stomach thinking of how I would tell my
mother.  I decided to take two Horny books with me; the less intense ones.
'Clifford the Big Horny Dog Likes Emily Elizabeth's Cunny.' and 'Clifford
the Big Horny Dog Keeps a Secret.'

   When I get home, I see that mom is already home.  This surprises me as
she never comes home early.  I can't hide the envelope inside the mail box,
as she has already got the mail.

   I go inside and I see a lot of candles lit.  My first thought is that
mom couldn't pay the electric bill again, and they turned us off.  It
wouldn't have been the first time that has happened.  I shoved the envelope
inside my pants pocket.

   I call out.  "Mom!  I'm home!"

   I don't hear Brandon and Zaylee.  They are not exactly the quiet types.
My mother comes around the corner wearing a sexy light blue neglige.  She
smiles at me.  "Hey Josh.  I need to talk to you."

   I can see her naked breasts inside the fabric, and I can see her panties
through it as well.  My cock hardened.  "M..mom!  W...what are you?"

   Before I could say a word she went up to me and kissed me on the lips.
It was a sexual, long kiss.  It had passion behind it.  I instantly put my
hand behind her head and started to kiss back.

   I was the one who started the french kissing.  My tongue touched her
lips and the next lick, ended up inside of her mouth.  As we french kissed,
I felt her hands start to take off my shirt.

   I let her do it, and eased my hand over the thin fabric covering her
left breast.  He nipple got hard.  I started to tweak it just a little, and
out kisses picked up in passion.

   With my shirt gone, she eased her hands on my pants and started to ease
them down.  My still-painted, red cock sprung up, and my envelope fell out
on the floor.

   She picked up the envelope and stared at my red cock.  "It's true!" she
said.  "You're the one who left the money the other day!" I got that knot
in my stomach again.  She couldn't look in my eyes as she said.  "I heard
rumors at the diner I work at.  I told my friend, Ava, that you were
Clifford.  Then she told me stories she's heard.  Then, after I let Brandon
and Zaylee off at Nanny's house, they let me know what you let them do."

   She opened the envelope and let out a gasp.  "My God!  What did they
have you do?"

   "Nothing I didn't want to do." I paused.  The cat was out of the bag
now. "My boss, is very kind and makes sure we don't do anything we don't
want to do.  Mom!  I made that much in just one day!  Actually more than
that!" I held some aside for myself."

   I pause just a little for it to sink in.  "My boss doesn't hurt me.  I
like what I am doing, and we are finally going to get out of poverty.  I
swear I won't do anything that I think will hurt me or Brandon, or Zaylee.
But I heard you did some things with them too."

   She sighs.  "Yes.  I've always considered it, and when I realized that
on your brother's last birthday, I really didn't give him a present.  I
knew it felt good, so I just did some oral stuff.  And your sister shares
the same room..."

   I just nod.  I didn't blame her or condemn her.  I was in the same boat,
and judging by the way she was dressed she was going to do things with me
too.

   She does a nervous laugh.  "You know, I actually would have probably
done this sooner if I had the time and a condom." She says pointing at
herself.

   "So...  You're not mad at me?" I ask.

   "How can I be mad?  Your heart was in the right place.  You wanted to
make a better life for me and your siblings.  I won't stop you from doing
it.  Who knows, maybe if you keep making this type of money, I can retire
from the diner."

   I blush.  "Well...  there is a way for us to make more...." I say
leadingly.

   "Go on." she says cautiously.

   "Well, Mr.  Moore, my boss - well - he's looking for a new Cleo and
Mac." I blurt out.  Then I add.  "And he says they would make more than me
for doing less than I do - possibly twice more.  You could tell him what he
can and can't do, and you can approve everything, and even be in on the
shows."

   "Twice more?  Tell me what you have already done." she says.

   I give a full account of every action I had been paid for; including
loosing my virginity to a 5-year old, and sucking a huge black man's cock
and getting my ass fucked.  I didn't leave out any detail.

   She took a deep breath.  "...and this doesn't bother you at all?"

   "It did at first.  But now I look forward to my next session.  I must
admit, I am looking forward to fucking - I mean having sex with, Emily."

   Mom sits down on the edge of the couch seemingly taking it all it. 
"Well, I won't stop you from doing what you are doing.  But I need to talk
to this Mr.  Moore guy before I even think about letting your brother and
sister to do anything.  He will have to show me what they are going to do
first."

   I get the '...  Loves Emily Elizabeth's Cunny' book out and hand it to
her.  I say.  "I think they will do this one first." I'm not sure if they
will do this book first, but I knew they already practiced it.

   I say.  "But it will be changed to Cleo and Mac instead of Clifford and
Emily Elizabeth.  But they will have to do it in front of people.  I don't
think Zaylee will have a problem with that; but you know Brandon."

   Mom shakes her head.  "I can't believe I'm considering this!  Am I
insane?"

   I kiss her on the lips.  "Not any more insane than letting your 13-year
old son have sex with you."

   "I was loved like this as a child, and even your father knew that I
liked that sort of thing.  But he wasn't into it.  So, I never followed it
through.  Then he died not long after Brandon was born and things just went
downhill from there.  Now I have to work two jobs just to pay the house
payment."

   I hugged her.  "You're doing a great job mom.  Your working hard for us.
I feel guilty for holding back some money for myself, but I was hoping to
keep it for Christmas and really surprise Brandon and Zaylee.  I really do
like having sex for money.  It's strange to feel this way."

   Mom kissed me back on the lips.  I felt her tongue push into my mouth. I
opened my mouth slowly and let her tongue dart against mine.  My hand was
holding the back of her head in place.  My other hand was rubbing the back
of her light blue neglige.

   I never wanted to stop kissing her.  I don't know why I felt this way,
and I didn't care.  "You know, I was in a sweaty suit all day, you mind if
I take a quick shower?"

   "Only if I can join you." She said seductively.

   I stepped out of my shorts and left my clothes behind.  I lead the way
to the shower, and turned it on and quickly adjusted the temperature.  I
eased mom's neglige over her head.  Her breasts are still perky despite
having breast fed us as kids.

   She had on peach undies.  I squeezed her two butt cheeks before I eased
down her undies until she was naked before me.  I kissed her again, out
tongues danced in each others mouth.

   I stepped into the shower and let the cool spray hit us.  I started to
daydream about having a decent shower with warm water and a hard spray,
instead of this barely a trickle.

   I let the water hit my head and I sighed as the cool felt good against
my sweaty skin.  Mom stepped in the shower and I kissed her again.  My
hands drifted down her back and massaged her butt cheeks.

   She giggled when she saw my red posterior.  She rubbed my butt cheeks as
I returned the gesture some more.  Mom took the shampoo and helped me wash
my hair.  She pressed her fingers into my scalp and really lathered my hair
up.

   I felt the soap drip down my face as I rinsed off.  I wet mom's hair and
started to lather her hair up.  Her hair was so soft and amber colored and
only shoulder length.  I kissed her neck as I washed her hair.  Each kiss
was seductive and sensual.  She lifted her head back so I could kiss her
neck better.

   I hugged her and she pressed her tits into my almost hairless chest. 
Thirteen is an awkward stage.  New hairs grow every day in the oddest
places.  It looks like I have a tiny patch right in the middle of my chest.


   I only had a few flecks of hair on my pubic region, and under my arms.
Otherwise I was hairless, or such tiny hairs that I really couldn't see
them unless I looked closely.

   My bright red 5 inch cock was still standing at attention.  Mom took the
soap bar and a washcloth and started to lather me up.  She washed my neck,
back, and stomach.  She took some soap and lathered up her tits, then she
rubbed her tits lover my chest.

   I was only a foot shorter than mom.  I knew once I hit 15 or 16, I might
be towering over her.  Dad was a tall man, and I took after him.  I
regretted this a little as I knew I would not fit in the Clifford suit for
long.

   Mom brought me back to reality as she started to grind her pussy into my
hip.  "MMMM!" I said.  I rinsed off the soap I had on us.  I soaped up my
hand and washed her pubic hairs slowly, carefully I drifted down to her
clit and touched it every time I washed downward.  She took a deep breath
every time I did that.

   I went back to kissing her as I washed her.  She took some soap into her
own hand and started to wash my 13-year old erection slowly.  She pushed
the skin back and paused.  I eased a finger into her wet cunt.

   She pushed the cock skin back up, and I rubbed her clit.  I was matching
her pace.  She'd jerk me down to my hilt, I'd rub inside her cunt hold. 
She'd jerk me back up, and I'd rub against her clit.  Soon we were both
moaning.

   "Mom, can I ask you something silly?  Can I fuck your ass hole?  I never
did get to feel what that was like, and I want to know in case I need to do
it as Clifford."

   She didn't answer, but turned around in the shower and bent over for me.
"I'd thought you'd never ask.  Fill me with your cum!  I love you so much
son!"

   "I love you too mom.  I'm so glad you are okay with this." I said.

   "Put soap on your finger and slide it in my ass hole." She said.  "Get
it nice and clean.  When you got it slick, add a second finger."

   I did as she asked and soaped up my index finger.  I had to wiggle it a
little to get it to go in.  "OOOHHH!  It's been too long!" mom said.  I
pumped my finger in and out of her tight hole.  I didn't see how a second
finger could fit.

   I made her ass hole slick as I could before I eased a second finger
inside.  I took my other hand and put a finger inside her cunt hole.  Now I
had two fingers in her ass hole and I added another finger to her pussy. 
She now had both holes pumping her holes.

   I alternated movements.  When one set of fingers was pumping in the
others were pumping out.  "OOOOHHH!" She screamed.  "Finger fuck me Josh!
Pump those fucking fingers harder!"

   I really started to pump my fingers in fast.  "Shiiiiit!  God daaaaamn!
FUUUUUUCCCKKK!" I felt her pussy pulse on my fingers.  I removed my fingers
from her ass hole and pushed my 5 inches inside.  Because it was still
slick, it went in easier than I thought for such a tight hole.

   I went slowly at first to make sure I had a good angle and could set a
decent rhythm.  Soon I was pumping my cock in and out of her.  "Fuck me! 
Fuck me hard Josh!  Shit!  Fuck my fucking ass hole hard!"

   I forced my cock in and out of her ass hole.  My fingers started to pump
her pussy again.  She yelled out.  "Slap those God damn balls on me!  Fill
me with your God damn cum!  Fuck me hard Josh!"

   Mom never talked dirty.  She hated even the words damn and hell.  This
was a new revelation for me, and a surprising turn on.  "I'm going to fill
you with my God damn cum mom!  Your son's going to fuck your pussy hard!"

   I started to pump in and out so hard my balls were slapping her skin. 
The cool shower was starting to get cooler.  She yelled out "Call me a
slut! Call me your whore!"

   I was thinking I wouldn't last long.  I rammed my cock in and out like a
mad man.  "Take that you slut!  You are nothing but a God damn whore!  Take
my cum!  Your fucking son is fucking his whore mother!"

   She yells out "Yes!!!  Fill my whore cunt with your cum you bastard!"
Fill meeee!"

   I felt her spasm through her ass hole and I let loose my cum deep inside
her bowels.  We are both breathing fast.  I stop the shower, and remove my
cock from her ass.

   We manage to dry off and she is squeezing her ass hole shut.  She says.
"Now bend down and suck your cum out of my ass hole!"

   I smile and bend down.  I lick her hole first.  It taste surprisingly
like soap and cum.  I put my tongue in her ass hole as far as I could and I
began to suck.  I could taste the cum coming out of her ass hole into my
mouth.  I showed her the cum before I swallowed.

   We both stood up still dripping wet.  I said.  "I didn't know you liked
dirty talk mom."

   She blushed.  "It happens during sex.  I don't know why."

   I hug her and we get out of the shower.  I say.  "So...  do you want to
suck my bastard cock or you want me to fuck your whore pussy." I tease.

   She smiles.  "I want to fuck you!  But, we have to wear a condom.  I'm
not getting pregnant and I don't have money for The Pill." We dried off and
headed for her bedroom.

   She said.  "Lay on your back.  I want to do all the work.  I've been
horny for way too long, and I want to see your red cock inside my pussy."

   I stretch out on the bed, my limp cock rested on my balls.  Mom got on
the bed and put the cock in her mouth.  Almost instantly, I started to get
an erection again.  She sucked around the head only, working her tongue
around in circles.

   She spoke out.  "I want you to fuck your whore mother!  I want you to
fuck me hard, you bastard!" I didn't take this personally.  I knew, somehow
that my mom got turned on from talking dirty.

   "I'm going to fuck your fucking cunt mom!  I'm going to fill that condom
so full, you'll be able to use it as a pillow." She laughed at my attempt
to talk dirty.  I obviously wasn't used to it.

   My cock was fully erect now.  She eased the condom over my 5 inches and
unrolled it downward until my cock was covered.  She squatted over my cock,
straddling me.  She went down quicker than I expected and my cock was
shoved in her cunt up to the hilt.

   "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" She said.  "That feels so fucking good.  Fuck my
slutty cunt!  Fuck me hard!  Fill that condom with your hot teen cum!"

   She jammed her cunt down as I met her by going upward.  She had more
force and pushed my whole body back on the bed.  She said.  "What's the
matter bastard?  Can't go hard enough on my slutty cunt."

   This time I rammed up as hard as I could.  Lifting her slightly off the
bed.  "Take that you fucking whore!  Feel my cock in your fucking cunt!"
She met my next plunge and we were equally hard.  I felt my balls hit her
so hard, that it made me flinch.

   "What's the matter you fucking bastard?  Can't take a simple fuck?  Can
you only handle five year olds?  Are you not ready for a real whore yet?" I
didn't know why, but I was liking this strange talk.

   I started to fuck mom hard and she screamed out.  "Fuuuuuuccckkkk!" as
she came.  I didn't slow down one second, but tried to fuck her even
harder.

   "Fucking whore!  Take THAT!" I said.

   She yelled out again.  "Fuuuuuucccckkk!" and this time I felt my sweet
release into her cunt - well, actually, into the condom.  I spurted at
least 6 or 7 times.  She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

   She eased off my condom covered cock.  She carefully took off the
condom, leaving as much cum inside as possible.  Seh licked the remaining
cum off of my cock.  Then she held the condom up and tilted back her head.
She inverted the condom and let the cum ooze into her mouth.

   She swished the slimy white goo all over the inside of her mouth.  It
looked like a spider's web.  She then leaned over and kissed me and we
shared my cum.  We kept french kissing and swapping my cum back and forth.
Then she swallowed, and I followed.

   We leaned back a little feeling spent.  "Josh," She said.  "Can we fall
asleep naked next to each other?  I really miss doing that with your
father.

   "Sounds good to me." I admitted.

   She yawns.  "Tomorrow morning, we'll go visit Mr.  Moore and talk to him
about Brandon and Zaylee.  We'll pick them up first and ask if they want to
wear costumes and pretend to be Cleo and Mac first.  I'm sure they will say
yes.  We won't go into sexual details until later."

   "Sounds good to me mom.  Sounds good to me." I admitted before falling
asleep.