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   Coming of age

   another story by Hardrob.



   When I was adopted by a Korean family at the age of 10, I had serious
doubts about whether I would be the son they had expected I would be.  I
simply had no choice in the matter.  So sad and afraid, I remember driving
off with them from the shelter to start our new life.  I watched as the
only home I ever had shrunk into the distance and quickly disappeared from
sight.

   The Kim's were a nice family already and it made me wonder why they
wanted to adopt, but I never asked.  I would find out later in life that it
was all Mrs.  Kim's decision since she was unable to bare anymore children.
Her daughter who I remember to be staring at me with the brightest smile in
all the world was 13.  She was very beautiful as well as her mother.  I
felt alone in the back seat as the car drove through the posh neighborhoods
trying not to make eye contact with anyone.  Mr.  Kim drove and said
nothing while Mrs.  Kim admired me looking back from the front seat.  She
spoke in Korean to her family and seemed very happy. After what seemed like
days, the car slowed down and I looked up to see the surroundings of my new
life.  I was shocked to see one of the biggest houses on the block in front
of me.  My eyes must have showed my approval when Mrs.  Kim asked me if I
liked the house.

   Gin, her daughter held my hand as we all walked around the house to the
back door.  There was a pool and a small house in the backyard , that was
well manicured.  I thought back to the other children at the shelter and
guessed this was what they were referring to when they said " waiting for
the mother load!"

   The first three months it was very awkward for me since I was very shy
and used to being alone with my thoughts.  I was introduced to many Korean
dishes as well as American foods.  I began to open up more with my new
family and found them to be the nicest people I had and would ever know.

   I had trouble talking to my new father since he was never around and
when he was, he was watching golf or sleeping.  I learned quickly from my
new mom that leaving him be was the way to his heart.  It wouldn't be until
two years later when I realize he wasn't sleeping with his wife and hardly
spoke to her at all. I would often spend my days working with my mom in her
beautiful garden.  The property was huge and I found out quick that it was
hard work maintaining this tremendous sight she had created.  Feeling so
appreciative, I felt I needed to show my sincerest thanks for adopting me
in ways other than words, so I did what ever she wanted.

   When I reached puberty I felt scared that I was abnormal.  One night I
lay in bed and remember the feelings to be electric.  My small penis was
very sensitive.  I had noticed the erections before but simply thought
nothing of them.  They always managed to go away after awhile.  This night
though I lay there in my dark room very scared.  I reached down to feel my
penis and realize I was wet.  I thought that I was bleeding at first and
quickly ran to the bathroom and locked the door.  I stood there in the
bright light looking at my penis.  I remember I felt dizzy with these
electric jolts shooting through my body, pulsing through my little shaft. I
noticed I wasn't bleeding since I knew blood to be the color of red.  This
was white liquid that was smeared over the head of my cock.  The smell was
very strong and soon it filled the air.

   I noticed that when I touched my little penis it would send these
vibrating feelings through out my body.  I touched and felt it and squeezed
it sort of enjoying the new feelings but mostly worried it was something
that I could die from.  I stopped touching myself and thats when I noticed
the feelings to get stronger and I was helpless.  I collapse to the floor
as I watched my cock squirt this fluid all over.  The feeling was one that
can be best described as paralyzing since I was unable to move.  I could
only shiver and twitch as my cock kept leaking this potent smelling white
stuff everywhere.  It seemed to have lasted hours until I could actually
function again but in reality, all of 15 minutes.  My cock was still hard
but the electric feelings had past.  It took me a while to gather all my
emotions and settle down.  My heart was thumping louder than the exhaust
fan. After cleaning the bathroom floor and walls I sneaked back to my room
and remember not sleeping at all that night.  I wondered if it was normal
and if keeping it a secret could ultimately kill me.

   I had morbid thoughts of wishing I was back in the shelter so I could
talk to my friends about this experience.  I had no friends and never
really left the property unless it was to dinner or grocery shopping.  All
my schooling was done at home from a tutor.  Gin and I had the same teacher
although she had different studies since she was older.  Over the years I
had grown to like my teacher but still could never ask the question that
was really bothering me.

   After the night I had the experience Mrs.  Kim acted differently towards
me and I feared she knew.  After my studies were over I helped her in the
back yard and I remember the conversation as if it was happening this very
moment.

   " you want tell me something, Robert?" She asked me in broken English as
she buried a bulb into the dark soil.  I felt she had found out and knew
about what had happened.  I was terrified.

   " umm no mam." I managed as I started making mistakes write in front of
her.

   " you know you don't put that like that!  Fix that now." she seemed
frustrated for a minute as I uncovered the bulb and noticed I had planted
it upside down.

   " now you can tell me anything, Robert.  I really hope if anything on
mind ,you tell me or ask me." her voiced eased back down to the serene
level I was used to.  I still felt very nervous and just wished she would
tell me that she knew of my problem instead of milking it from me.

   "no mam.  Everything is fine, I did well on my test today.  I just know
I did." I'll never forget what I had done.  That was the first time I had
ever lied to my mother.

   " you know, lips which lie are best kept silent" she said with serious
but sad look as she positioned another bulb in the ground.  "I notice you
up very late last night.  well, I guess you tell me in time." she concluded
leaving me sitting there on my knees she collected her tools and walked to
the shed.  I realize quickly of how I must have looked, just sitting there
doing nothing, staring blankly into the soil of her garden.  I stood up and
walked shyly over to her trying to word what I was about to say in my mind
before I actually spoke.  I stood there as she moved about the big shed
putting her tools away in there neat order.

   I couldn't say anything and found myself gazing at her in a way I had
never done before.  She was older than forty but looking at her you would
never guess that.  She had short cropped hair and flowing eyebrows that
created a wave effect over her dark eyes.  Her skin was soft and tanned
lightly.  The only wrinkles on her body was those of the ones on her ass
cheeks that I was mesmerized as she bent over.  Standing back up to reach
for a high shelve, her cheeks seemed to jut out of the sides of her
terrycloth shorts.  I watched her as she stepped up onto the stool, seeing
her thick calves flex and her foot arch as she reached.  Something was
happening and I was scared and speechless.  I managed to pull myself away
and ran to the house.

   In my room I quickly pulled my pants down and inspected where the
pulsating feeling was coming from.  It was my shaft again and it was
leaking that potent smelling white cream.  This time I noticed it was much
thicker in color, like liquid white soap that you squirt from a bottle.  I
wanted to cry at this unexplainable circumstance.  I found out quickly that
touching it simply did no good as it would intensify the feelings shooting
through my body.  I felt I would fall again and sat down on my bed just
looking at my small penis twitch and move on its own.  I remember wishing
it would stop , just go away and leave like a bad dream.  It began oozing
that white stuff and there was nothing I could do to stop it.  each time I
tried to stop it but it seemed to come out with greater force, squirting up
into the air and on to my chest.  I wanted to cry.  The feelings were so
powerful sometimes I would blackout and when I came to I was seeing stars
and feeling very weak.  Although it felt very good, I still thought it was
some kind of abnormal medical problem.

   That week it began to effect my relationship with my mom since I was
always in my room laying in a comatose state, leaking these fluids.  I was
scared to tell my mom with thoughts of being taken back to the shelter and
abandoned.

   On the weekend my mom thought she would treat gin and I to a movie.  I
thought it was directed at me spending most of my free time in my room and
was embarrassed.  She took us to the video store and let us run free
together and pick out anything we wanted.  If you are wondering what the
big deal was about this movie thing was, well then I should tell you that
we were never allowed to watch movies.  Only on certain occasions which
were usually Christmas classics during the holidays on t.v.

   This excited me seeing all these movies that I had seen the previews for
on t.v during the comercial breaks of the news.  I remember she said we
could get one a piece so make sure you make a wise selection.  If Mr.  Chi
had been home this would never have happened.

   Gin, my sister knew what she wanted and went right to it and grabbed it
off the shelf.  It was rated R and we both looked at each other as if we
knew it would never leave the store.  I was excited that she was going to
try though and had a idea that I would try to.  The movie I wanted was the
latest Vietnam war movie I think called 'full metal jacket'.  when we gave
these movies to our mom she looked at them and read the content description
and to my amazement she told gin to pick another.  I stood there beside my
beautiful mom and hugged her.  Gin on the other hand took her movie back
and in short time appeared again with another that was approved.  She
seemed equally happy though so I figured she had got what she wanted.

   when we got home it was considerably late and I didn't think we would be
allowed to watch them that night.  I remember we both stood waiting for mom
to make the decision.  She looked at us both with a naughty grin, then
laughed knowingly.

   "O.K.  !  go get pajamas on and we watch your movies!" she laughed and
went to the kitchen.  We both ran to our rooms as fast as we could thinking
that if we took to long she would change her mind.

   when we got back down stairs to my surprise mom was already in her
nightclothes and movie the coffee table away from the sofa.  I quickly ran
to help her and she smiled at my excitement.

   "you open the bed and I make us some popcorn!" She cheered at me seeming
to love the excitement in my eyes caused by her generosity.  I was in
heaven.

   When gin returned she was wearing the same nightclothes as her mother.
It was sort of just a long night shirt made of silk.  Gins was hunter green
and my moms I remember to be a very bright red.  It was one of the first
times I had seen my family in such a way.  I realized then a blanket like
gin would be in order fearing my problem would surface.  I became very
scared.

   Gin was 15 and three months from her sweet sixteenth party.  She help
her mother sometimes with me around the estate, pulling weeds and mulching
but generally she was always in her books.  When ever I got bored I would
sometimes seek her out in her room engulfed in her books.  If I promised to
be quiet she would let me in and read to me.  She had long black hair that
sunlight would play wonders with my mind, and eyes as I watched her glow,
reading from her law books.  Using her favorite (and very convicting)
litigation skills to sway me in tons of fascinating scenarios.  Her blazing
dark eyes , fiery high voice and her intimidating stances , always had me
rooting for her client in the end.  She was the smartest and sexiest girl I
knew.  I was in awe of her.

   We quickly pulled the sofa bed out and she turned the t.v on .  our mom
returned with a big bowl of popcorn and two sodas and a drink for her.  Gin
wanted her movie first and was allowed to proceed with a nod from our mom.

   On the bed sitting up against the back rest, I was in the middle waiting
enthusiastically.  My mom poured another drink for herself and moved beside
me.  Her silk shirt rode up her body as she positioned herself, exposing
her beautiful tanned legs up to the thigh.  Holding her drink in one hand
and with the other holding an ashtray clutching a cigarette.  I couldn't
help but watch her muscular thighs jiggle as she scootched in close to me.

   During Gins movie I found myself wondering what they felt like.  They
looked warm and smooth.  I hardly recognized Gins movie to be the same as
the one she had in her hand the first time.  It was sexy romance movie that
I really didn't understand at the time.  I tried to watch but the view of
both of them obstructed the screen.  My sister had crawled to the front of
the bed laying on her stomach.  Her nightshirt rode up to the top of her
thighs when she crossed her arms under her chin.  In that position I was
able to look freely at her white panties without being noticed.

   In this movie there was some sexy scenes that my mom argued about and
most times looked at me and shook her head in disgust at what my sister had
selected.  She never once told her to turn it off and I noticed that she
was watching as intently as Gin.

   When the movie ended and it was my turn I was given permission to watch
mine.  I shot off the sofa and switched the tapes like it was a
competition. The movie started off fast and had my mom watching intently.

   Gin had fallen asleep watching and seemed to struggle to get
comfortable. Doing so she had pulled her left knee up and stretched her
right leg out, back towards me.  Her foot was touching my thigh below the
leg of my boxers.  At the same time, in the movie, there was a Vietnamese
prostitute.  I had no idea at the time that this actor in the movie would
change my life forever.



   Chapter 2

   The movie had allot of detail during this part.  The music seemed to
blare through my ears.  'These boots are made for walk-in...and thats just
what they'll do...' as the Asian prostitute walked in her high heels and
very tight pants flaunting her body to the American soldiers.  Her small
braless breast left nothing to my imagination, pushing out the small tank
top that looked to be two sizes to small for her.

   She stopped in front of them and began to talk.  " you like fucky fucky?
huuhh?  Me so horrnyy!" all the time her body seductively inviting the men
to gaze.

   Thats when I remember feeling a jolt in my body, the electric pulsing
feelings again.  They seemed to be more powerful this time and I
immediately looked to my shorts.  I was terrified at what I saw.  My cock
had managed to free itself from the pee hole in my boxers and was sticking
straight up, jerking and twitching.  Frantically my brain motioned my arms
to move, to use my hands to cover this horrible sight but another jolt shot
through me and pushed them back to my sides.  The woman on the t.v.  almost
shouting now that she was so horny and that she would even sucky, sucky. 
My vision clouded quickly as I lay there having spasms and totally
paralyzed.  I couldn't move my hands but managed to look up seeing my mom
holding her hand over her mouth and watching my throbbing cock leak and
pump that now thick white ooze out.  I looked back down , horrified at what
was taking place and tried to cover myself from my already shocked mom. 
Another spasm caused me to slide off the back rest and arch my back as I
cried out to make it stop.  At this point I remember hardly being able to
open my eyes since the electric flash feelings controlled everything now.
When I did manage to see, I was forced to look at my mom's face and wide
eyes as I felt the liquid bleeding from my body.  The last thing I remember
before blacking out was my mom trying to hold my body to the bed.

   I woke up and gin was gone, the covers were pulled up around my neck.  I
remember feeling dry around my penis and that was unusual since I became so
used to waking up with that stuff smeared everywhere.  I took a moment to
focus and noticed the only light on was in the kitchen, it shined through
into the living room like a night light.  I felt uneasy about this setting
and wondered if it had been all a dream.  I prayed that night to god that
it had.



   The morning came quickly and already there had been alot of activity
around me.  The blinds and curtains had been pulled away letting the early
morning sun shine brightly in.  I lay there awake but not moving.  It was
almost like I was waiting for conformation on whether or not, what happened
last night had been in fact, just a dream.

   I looked around cautiously from my sleeping position making sure I could
exit without being confronted by an angry mother.  I heard footsteps in the
kitchen and decided to make a run for my bedroom.  I gingerly pulled the
covers from my body and almost died of shock when I saw that I was naked.
at the same time that I flipped the covers back over my body, my mom
entered the room.  Seeing I was now awake she spoke softly.

   " good morning, sleepy head.  " she walked by me with her watering can
and stepped up onto a chair to reach one of her hanging plants.  She seemed
to be smiling and in an unusual mood.  Usually she would never be up this
early on a Saturday and if she was up, she would be tired and grumpy.  I
was helpless laying there and could only wait till she went for a refill to
even think about escaping.  So I waited.

   She moved around the living room bare footed, still in her silk night
shirt.  Each time she would reach for her plants this fine cloth would move
up her thick thighs exposing the bottom of her plump ass.  The sunlight
streaming through the window made this material translucent and for the
first time in my life, I could see her sex between her legs.  I swallowed
at this sight and remember feeling very hot and dehydrated.  I felt my
penis quickly rise to its stiff position and the pulsating feelings began
again.

   She moved the chair beside the bed, closer to me and reached for
another. This time I was shocked to see up close to what I had just seen
through her night shirt.  I leaned over more and was able to see the
swollen poochie of her cunt covered with dark curly hairs.

   I felt very embarrassed about looking up my mothers dress like this, but
my actions were uncontrollable.  She stepped down and sat on the bed beside
me.

   "we have to have talk today!" she smiled at me like it was going to be
fun or something.  I melted into the bed and could only manage a timid nod.

   " you are growing up, and probably not know what you going through. 
huuuh?  " she always extended her huhs?  when she knew she was right.  The
look on my face must have been one of shear pain because her smile faded
and now she sat before me with an interested look.  I was secretly fighting
the jolting sensations my cock was emitting through my body.  I must have
looked bad.

   " whats wrong?" she commanded " you o.k.?"

   I swallowed again as I started to leak.

   "oh my!" she said knowingly.  It was no longer a secret.  The way she
looked at the bulge in the covers around my crotch area.

   " ohh myy!  Its o.k.!" she said almost enthusiastically " you no need
feel shame!  It happen to all boys!" she comforted me and as she looked
into my eyes with her understanding look, she pulled the covers away from
my body.

   " don't be ashamed" she whispered as her eyes moved to my throbbing and
now very slick cock.  With my hands at my side clutching the sheet
underneath, my cock bounced from a straight up position to the little patch
of hair above the base.  It was leaking furiously.

   "ooh myy!" my mom spoke as she watched wide eyed in amazement.  " you
are having orgasm!  It feels good huuuh?" she looked at me but quickly back
to my bobbing little shaft.

   " am I going to die?  are you mad at me?  It just started last week
doing this!" I cried out my confessions and questions all in what seemed to
be one breath.

   She looked at me with her soft brown eyes and smiled.  " noooo!  Its
o.k., just let it out.  All boys go through this." She said with a
comforting look that seemed to open up the flood gates in my very soul.  My
cock began gushing cum out all over my chest and down the sides of my cock.
She watched excited as my body spasm relentlessly.  I moaned out loud as I
squirted in front of my mother.

   " oh myy!..  you feel better now..huuuh?" almost cheering at me.

   " yes , I do"

   " poor boy!  no you not going to die!" she laughed " you just growing
up!" laughing some more.  She left me laying there naked and returned with
a wet cloth.

   " you cum all over!" she smiled as she cleaned my chest.

   " is that what its called?" I asked shyly

   " yes, all boys cum, no need to feel bad" she said looking at me then
back to cleaning me.  when she reached my penis with the warm cloth I
became hard again.  The way she cleaned me, holding my stiff cock with two
fingers by the head and moving it around to clean from all angles was
driving me crazy.

   " ohh myy!  you get hard again?  It feel good when mommy touch you
cock.huuhh?"her eyes never leaving my sensitive area.  Even though I tried
to say yes, I could only moan.

   " ooh yes, boy..  you hard as rock now!  what you think about?" she laid
the wash cloth on my chest and grabbed hold of my little prick.  Her
fingers wrapped around it easily and it disappeared into her warm hand. 
Her breathing was heavy , like mine as she started to move her hand up a
down.  " you think about what prostitute say in movie last night?  huuh?"
she smiled then said.

   "this how boys masturbate, up..  then down..see?  feel good ?" she
looked at me but only for a second as if she didn't care for a response.

   " ooh you little cock going to squirt again..  huuh?"

   I was feeling the electric again after only the first couple of pumps
from her hand.  I started to see stars as I watched her facial expressions.
I remembered them to be of a fascinated nature.

   " oooh boy , you like mommy do jerk off to you little cock..  huhh?"

   " oohh yes..  mom..  it feels soooo good!"

   Just then I felt my pressure on my testicles and although I couldn't see
what she was doing , IM sure she was squeezing them with her hand.

   " shoot it boy!" she commanded

   I don't remember much after feeling it shoot up through my shaft but
when I came to..  I noticed that my moms head was on my chest and when she
got up..  I was clean.

   "ummm that was nice!" she smiled licking her full lips and smiled.  "
now you go take shower and I see you outside!" with that.  she turned and
went back to the kitchen with her watering can.



   In the shower I remembered feeling relieved, a new person all together.
What really made me happy was one of the last things she said (that was
nice) Those three words made me so proud.  From the first day I met my new
mom that had been what I wanted, just to please her.

   In the yard that day, she didn't say much but seemed very serene and
nice to me.  At the end of the day in the tool shed she told me that what
we had done must be a secret between us and that if anyone found out I
would end up back at the shelter.  I promised her as I looked into her
beautiful eyes almost in a trance.  I realized then that I had fallen in
love with my mom and was caught deep in her spell.  She also told me that
we could help each other, which I didn't understand but agreed whole
heartedly.

   to be continued......