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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Mom's Addiction - 1 (F/b, b/b, exh, inc, voy, ped) by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com) *** A young boy discovers the pleasures of a mother's addiction and the attention of a close friend. *** The first time it occurred, I was twelve and in eight grade. The only sex I'd had at that point in my life had been mutual jerk off sessions with some friends and a couple of blow jobs I'd gotten from the weird guy on the next street. I'd enjoyed the blow jobs, but the man was extremely weird. He used to fawn over you, stroking your hair, saying he loved you, and trying to kiss you. Yeeesh! Well anyway, this one morning, I was about to leave for school. No one else was awake other than my mom. My two brothers and sister were too young for school yet and my dad had worked a late shift and would sleep 'til early in the afternoon. My mother always got up to make me breakfast and wish me a good day. I'd awoken with a morning hard on and had been unable to dissuade it. I hadn't had time to jerk off because my mother had come into the room to make sure I was up. I'd dressed and done my morning ablutions then joined her for breakfast. I ate and she drank coffee. I'd finished and was getting ready to leave. I'd put on my jacket and grabbed my book bag and was heading for the door when my mother called me over for the obligatory good by kiss. As I walked towards her, her eyes looked me up and down and then they stopped at my crotch. I saw them widen a bit and realized she'd noticed my condition. "What's this?" She'd chided and surprised me by touching her fingers to the lump in my pants. "Mommmm!" I'd said in a youthful whine and had pulled away from her probing fingers. I felt the heat rise up in my face and knew that I was bright red. My mother chuckled. "What?" She asked mockingly. "Ashamed that your mother saw your little hard on?" I don't know if I was more shocked by what she'd said or angry that she'd called it little. I had a respectable four inches and measured up to all my friends. She misread the look on my face and pursued the matter. "It wasn't very long ago, mister, that I was giving you your baths," she announced. "I was eight back then," I retorted. "Whooo!" She teased. "And now you're a whopping eleven." "I'm twelve, mom," I said with a pout. "Just barely," she retorted. "Well, whatever, but.," and I hesitated because everything I wanted to say didn't feel right in front of my mother. "But what?" She asked, and a strange look crossed her face. It was a look of determination. At first I thought it was anger, but her mouth wasn't tight and I realized it was something else. "You're still my little boy," she informed me, "and, as your mother, I say when you're too old for certain things. Now, as far as your little problem here. I don't think you should go out of the house like that. You'll probably scare all the little girls and frighten the nuns." She laughed as she said that and I felt myself grinning at the image. But, the grin didn't stay long as I felt my mother tugging on my zipper. "Wha.what are you doing?" I asked as I tried to block her access. "Taking care of your little problem," she said as she pushed my hands aside. The next think I knew, my zipper was down and my mother was fishing inside for the entry to my underwear. It only took her a moment and then my hard cock was pointing out at her. "My," she whispered, "that is a nice one." I was speechless. I felt like it wasn't my body standing there and that I was just an observer. I watched as my mother grasped the hard cock before her and as she slowly began stroking it. She watched the foreskin move up and down , causing the head to play hide-n-seek. Her hand sped up slightly and I heard a moan, but didn't know if it was mine or hers. I didn't last long and within a minute my youthful sperm was leaping out a her. The first stream landed on her forearm and the next onto her robe. Two more weak blasts came out, but got no further than her hand. I stood there and stared down at the stain on my mother's robe. It was just a shiny, wet stain. It glistened like the trail a snail leaves behind. My mind whirled and couldn't focus. Then, I watched as a pair of hands pushed my limp cock back into my underwear and as my zipper got pulled up. I brought my eyes up to look at my mother. She had a strange look on her face. It wasn't shame or embarrassment. It wasn't anger or resentment. It was a look that I couldn't fathom. "There," she said, "all set for school." Her voice had a husky, smoky quality to it that I'd never heard before. I turned dazedly and walked to the front door. I remember looking back at my mother as I pulled the door shut behind me. She was sitting, slouched in her chair with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The table was between us and so I couldn't tell what her hands were doing. I closed the door gently so as not to disturb her. I met up with some of my buddies as they walked to school and fell in step with them. We walked along for awhile and then I felt one of them punch me on the arm. "Oww! What was that for?" I asked Charlie. "Trying to wake you up," he said with a grin. "You haven't said a word all this time. What are you? Asleep?" "Uh.yeah, I'm still tired," I lied. I wanted so bad to tell them what had happened, but knew it was the wrong thing to do. I tried to stop thinking about what my mother had done and tried to pay attention to my friends' chattering, but it was difficult. I was glad when we got to school. We barely made it inside before the bell rang. I joined all the other kids in my home room as we hung our coats on our designated hangers and went to our seats. It wasn't long before my mind started to wander and the next thing I knew, I was once again sporting 'wood'. This went on the entire day. I had never experienced this before. It was like one constant erection. I had to spend the entire time in the bathroom during recess so that no one would spot my condition. I sat in a stall and slowly and quietly stroked my cock, but I couldn't get off because the monitor kept opening the door and asking if I was okay. I kept telling her that I was fine, but just a little 'bound' up. I gave up trying to jerk off and left the restroom only a few moments before the bell rang for class to resume. The nun who was monitoring the restrooms gave me a strange look and I think she also got a glimpse of the lump in my pants. I saw her raise her rosary up to her lips and start praying as I left the room. The second session was no different. I still sat with an annoying and uncomfortable bulge in my pants. At one point, I spread my legs slightly to ease the cramped feeling and tried to adjust myself. I glanced to see if anyone was looking and found Jennifer Rideau, who sat next to me, staring at the pronounced bulge in my pants. Her head whipped around when she realized I had seen her looking and a redness suffused her neck. Lunch time arrived and I scurried down to the restrooms once again. I'd been unable to urinate earlier, because of my condition and now I was on the point of bursting. Sister Rosa was still on monitor duty and her eyes widened as I appeared. "Back again, Timothy?" She asked and I noticed her eyes quickly glimpse down. I just nodded and didn't bother correcting her. My name was Thomas. Our restrooms were strangely built. I think it happened when they put in the locker rooms. The toilets are in the room where the lockers are, but the urinals are in their own small room. The door opens to the side, but if you are standing there when it opens, you are looking side on to the urinals. I opened the door and found a half dozen boys watering the porcelain. I had to wait a moment for a urinal to become vacant and took my place. The others quickly finished and they all hurried out to eat their meager lunches. I stood there holding my swollen cock and wished that it would deflate so that I could void my bladder. The nuns never checked on the room with the urinals due to the fact that it would have embarrassed everyone if they did. I was standing there when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I stood still and tried to focus on my peripheral vision. It took me a moment to realize that it was Sister Rosa looking through the slightly opened door. I felt a strange impulse and I backed away from the urinal slightly. Just enough so that she would get a glimpse of part of my cock. I thought she was only checking on me and that that would cause her to back away quickly, but it didn't. I then realized that maybe she wanted to see my cock. I let out a sigh and slowly back up a few more inches. She probably could see all of my cock now. Still in its rampant condition. I grasped it and squeezed it. It didn't help my condition any, but it felt good. I moved my hand slowly and stroked my swollen member. After a few moments, my hand started moving faster. I threw caution to the wind as I turned slightly and gave Sister Rosa a clear view of my ministrations. I looked up and saw that the door was opened the width of her face and she was staring avidly at my cock. I saw her tongue come out and moisten her lips. I kept on stroking and she kept on staring. She would look away every now and then to make sure no one was coming, but otherwise she never took her eyes away. I lasted for three or four minutes and then my legs shook and I gave out a loud moan as my cock swelled and spurted semen onto the floor. I was looking straight at Sister Rosa and could see her eyes open even wider as my small load of cum splattered onto the tiles. Her mouth was slightly agape and she appeared to be having trouble breathing. The sensation in my cock caused me to close my eyes in ecstasy as I squeezed out the last few drops of cum, and when I opened them again, Sister Rosa was gone. I turned back to the urinal and after a half minute or so, I felt the welcome relief as urine sprayed out of my cock. It looked like a shower head as the urine came out in all different directions. I stood close to the urinal so that it didn't spray everywhere. I sighed as the last few drops dripped off the end and I finally put my cock away. I washed my hands and left the room. Sister Rosa was nowhere in sight. I was walking away when Susie Randell came out of the girls bathroom with a very peculiar look on her face. "What's wrong?" I couldn't help but asking. "I think Sister Rosa is sick," Susie said. "Why's that?" I asked her. "She's sitting in one of the stalls and making really funny noises," Susie told me. "What kind of funny noises?" I pressed. "Well," Susie said, and as she thought about how to describe them her mind must have realized what she had heard because she suddenly went bright red and her eyes widened. "Just noises. That's all," she huffed and went walking away. I had a strong urge to check out what Sister Rosa was doing, but knew that if I got caught looking into the girls' bathroom that I would be on detention for life. I had a pretty good idea that Sister Rosa was doing something naughty, but I didn't know how girls did that stuff and couldn't quite picture what she was doing. There were only a few minutes of the half-hour lunch period remaining when I found the guys. They were sitting on a small wall that ringed the play area. No one paid me any mind or asked where I'd been, which was fine with me. "Hey Tommy," Charlie said as we were walking back to class. "You want to come over and check out that model I was working on. I got it all done last night." "Cool," I said. "Okay." "I'll catch you after class," Charlie said as he went to his home room and I went to mine. I sat and noticed that Jennifer kept throwing glances my way. I don't know why, but her attention aroused my sleeping cock and it stirred to life once again. I couldn't believe that I was once again sporting a woody. I felt like I was cursed. This time, my cock was all twisted and bent and it was almost painful. I tried to move it without straightening my legs, but couldn't. I waited until the teacher had turned her back to write on the black board before stretching out my left leg. Jennifer's eyes fixed onto the lump in my pants and she watched unabashedly as I pushed and tugged it into a better position. I looked at Jennifer and her eyes were fixed on my erection. There was a strange hunger in her eyes and I noticed her nostrils flaring. My mind went into a spin once again. I was trying to figure out why all this was happening to me. First my mother, then Sister Rosa, and now Jennifer Rideau. The rest of the school day passed much as the morning had. I sat there with my bulging trousers and tried to concentrate on the lesson. Jennifer would routinely check on my condition. I would occasionally reach down and under the guise of adjusting myself would give my cock a squeeze. Jennifer would follow my hand as though she were a marionette. Every time I reached down, her eyes would follow. I saw her frown slightly at one point and I looked down and realized there was a damp spot where the end of my cock was. I had been leaking so much that it had soaked right through my underwear and my levis. I would watch Jennifer out of the corner of my eye and whenever I touched my bulge, her small chest would rise and fall discernibly. I noticed that she too, as had Sister Rosa, would moisten her lips on occasion. This was all new to me, but I was logging away all the information I could. The bell rang suddenly, signaling the end of school, and it had caught me completely by surprise. It had caught Jennifer too, because she practically jumped out of her seat. She gave me a long puzzled look and then went and got her coat and joined her friends as they left the room. I found Charlie waiting in the hallway. I held my book bag in front of me as we walked down the hallway and headed for outside. We were almost out when I saw Sister Rosa coming out of her classroom. She stopped short when she saw me and quickly reentered her room. "Gee," Charlie said, "I wonder what that was about. It almost looked like she was scared of us or something." "Yeah, or something," I said, but didn't expound on it even though Charlie gave me a puzzled stare. We had been walking for awhile and I had been musing over the day's events when I thought to ask Charlie something. "Hey, Charlie," I asked, "what do you know about Jennifer Rideau?" "Ooooh! Tommy's got the hots for Jennifer," Charlie said in a sing-song fashion. I just glared at him. Sometimes he pissed me off, but he was my best friend and I put up with it. He saw that I was serious and he stopped joking around. He looked around to see if anyone was near us before saying anything. I don't think there was a person within a half mile, but he whispered none the less. "I heard she likes to do it," he whispered. "Do what?" I asked him without thinking and then realized what he'd meant. "How do you know?" "I heard Francis talking one time," Charlie said. Francis, his brother, was fresh out of high school and was starting his first year at college. He'd left a few weeks earlier. "Heard him talking about what?" I pressed. I knew I would have to drag everything out of him. "He thought I was asleep one night when he had some friends over. Right before he left for university." "Uh huh," I said to encourage him. "They were sitting around and drinking beer. Boy, if my parents knew, they would really have been pissed off." "Yeah, yeah," I said in exasperation. "So what did they say?" "Well, they were talking about all sorts of stuff, you know. Mostly crap that they'd done in high school and were talking about the stuff they'd miss doing together and stuff and then they started talking about girls." 'Finally', I said to myself, 'he was getting around to it', but he stopped and, after a few steps, I had to prompt him again. "That's it?" I asked. "They were talking about girls! What's that got to do with Jennifer?" "Oh," Charlie said, surprised himself that he'd stopped. "Well they talked about a bunch of girls and then Choochoo Peterson said, 'man, I'm really gonna miss ole spread eagle Rideau'." "Spread eagle?!" I said in confusion. "They call Jennifer 'spread eagle'?" "Nah," Charlie answered and laughed. "They were talking about her older sister Denise." I already had heard that Denise Rideau was supposed to be a slut, but she was like in her mid twenties and was a non entity in my life. "Okay," I said, "I'm confused now." "Well," Charlie said, "that's when somebody brought up Jennifer." "Yeah?" I asked, since it looked like he was about to stop once again. "I think it was Paul or maybe Marc Hansen," Charlie said, fishing in his thought pool for a name. "I don't care who it was, Charlie," I finally blurted out in exasperation. "What did they say about Jennifer?" "Jeeze," Charlie said, "don't blow a gasket!" I stopped walking and stood staring at him. I was on the verge of punching him in the nose, but I reeled in my frustration and simply said, "Jennifer?" Charlie stood before me and finished his story. "Well, whoever it was, said, 'I wonder if her little sister is going to be the same way. I hear the whole family is like that.' Then someone else said, 'I hear its because their old man starts fucking them when they're just little kids.' And then everybody was going like, 'No way!' And 'No shit!' And stuff like that." "That's it?" I asked. "They think that Jennifer's father has been doing stuff to her and her other sisters and that's why Denise likes to do it?" "I heard that Juliette is just like Denise," Charlie added. Juliette was Jennifer's older sister who was a junior in high school. Jennifer had four older sisters and two younger sisters. I'd often heard that the Rideau's kept having kids because he wanted a son. The oldest girl was Denise at about twenty-four and the youngest was only about four. "Who told you that?" I asked Charlie. "Frankie Paulsen," he told me. I made a deprecating noise. Frankie was the biggest braggart and liar in our class. I never believed a word he said. "It's true," Charlie said. "He said that Juliette let him play with her boobs and stuff." "I'll believe Frankie when I see it with my own eyes," I told Charlie, and then we continued on to his house. "Why are you asking about Jennifer anyway?" Charlie said, as we took off our backpacks and our jackets. "Just curious," I lied. "I sit right next to her all day and she's never said a word to me. Kinda' strange." "Yeah, I guess," Charlie said, only paying half attention to my answer as he gingerly took his new model down off the top of his bureau. I carefully handled the model version of the X-13 and made all the appropriate noises and comments. Charlie had about twenty models hanging from the ceiling and covering every flat surface in his room. He had a lot more patience than I did. After about five minutes of talking and looking at his model we were both bored. Charlie was a latchkey kid. He'd been a 'late' baby. He had two brothers and a sister. Francis was seven years older than he and the other two were way older even. His mom and dad owned a travel agency and usually didn't come home until seven or eight o'clock. Charlie was like the forgotten man and he craved companionship. We sat on the bed for a few minutes without either of us being able to think of anything to say. I think Charlie was afraid I was about to get up and leave because he nearly spat out his next sentence. "You want to see some dirty magazines?!" "Yeah," I nodded eagerly. Charlie got up and led me along the hallway and towards the basement door. He opened it and turned on the light and we went down. His father had a workshop in one corner of an otherwise empty basement. "After Francis left," Charlie said as he took the key from its hiding place and unlocked the padlock. "My mom and dad cleaned out his room and they found these magazines in a box in his closet. Boy, was my mom angry. She threatened to pull him out of college. I can't wait until he comes home on spring break. She's really gonna let him have it." "How'd they wind up down here?" I asked as Charlie finally opened the door to his dad's workshop. "Mom told dad to throw them away, but I saw him sneak them down here," Charlie said with a giggle. We entered the work shop and Charlie tugged on the cord which turned on the old fashioned, over- head light. I watched as Charlie moved aside some boxes on an upper shelf and finally pulled down a box that was supposed to contain a power sander. "Jeeze," I said, "how'd you ever find them up there?" "Took me a couple of hours one day," he smiled. He opened the box and showed me what must have been about thirty magazines. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe Francis had all the magazines." "He didn't," Charlie said. "He only had about six. I guess the rest of them belong to my dad." I reached down and grabbed a handful of magazines. The top ones were slick, but the bottom ones were older and limp. Some of them were in black and white. "Careful," Charlie gulped, "don't mix them up!" "Okay, okay," I told him. We put them on the workbench and then moved them one by one and looked at the covers. The top six were a couple of Playboys and four Penthouses. The covers featured gorgeous half naked women. I could feel my cock struggling around in my pants. Again. The seventh magazine was an old Hustler, then there came a couple of magazines called Juggs with covers of women with huge breasts. We opened one and flipped through it, looking at women in various bent over poses, displaying immense breasts. It was pretty tame stuff so we moved on. About half way down the stack, we came across a magazine called Jack's Boys. Its cover had a headshot of a guy with a large black mustache and a bill cap like in old biker movies. "What's this one?" I asked. "Oh yeah," Charlie said, "that one's got pictures of guys doing stuff together." "Guys!" I said in surprise and opened the old tattered magazine. The first page had a series of pictures showing two guys wearing denim and leather chaps. They were groping each other and kissing. The progression of pictures showed them removing their clothes and one guy licking the other's nipples. Then they were both naked and sported huge erections. One guy went onto his knees and sucked on the other's cock. I felt my own cock jumping around in my trousers and I could tell Charlie was having similar feelings as he fidgeted and looked over my shoulder. The picture essay continued and at the end one of the guys was butt fucking the other. "Far out!" I exclaimed. "I've never seen a magazine like this." "Old man Henessy's got a lot of them," Charlie blurted out before he realized what he was saying. Old man Henessy was the weird guy from over on the next street. The one that I'd let suck me off a couple of times. "You been going over to Old man Henessy's?" I asked Charlie. Charlie's eyes got big and he fidgeted about not wanting to answer. "You let him suck your cock, don't you?" I asked giggling, but I saw that Charlie wasn't laughing. "Hey," I said. "It's okay. I think everybody's let him suck their cock at one time or another." Charlie looked at me with surprise on his face. "Really?" He asked. "Has he ever sucked your cock?" "A couple of times," I admitted. We stood there for a bit. Neither one of us saying anything. "Did you like it?" Charlie asked. "Sure," I told him. "What's not to like. I just don't like it when he paws at you and calls you sweetheart and stuff." "That's not so bad," Charlie said with a pout. I knew that Charlie was lonely sometimes, but I never realized until that moment just how much. I suppose to him, all that fawning was nice. I decided not to make any more judging comments. "I guess, " I said and turned back to the magazines. We went down through layer after layer and we came across a few more gay magazines, which were pretty much like the first. One of the last ones we found though was different. It was in a foreign language and on the cover was a picture of a couple of boys about our age. "I've never seen that one," Charlie said. I turned to the first page and it showed the two boys lying in bed; fully clothed. The two boys were kissing. Each page only had one large picture on it and as I flipped the pages, slowly, the boys continued to make out as they removed one item of clothing after another. After about fifteen pages, they were both naked and grasping each other's cocks. Then they got into this weird position where they were facing away from each other and holding each others cocks. The next picture showed them sucking each other off. "Gosh," Charlie said and made no attempt to hide the fact that he had pulled his penis out and was stroking it. Charlie's cock was much like him - skinny and pale. It was almost as long as mine, but it was no thicker than my index finger. We often saw each others cocks as we would often jerk off together. I held the magazine in one hand and fished my own penis out of my pants. It was looking slightly red from the work out it had been getting all day. I would flip a page and then reach down and stroke it as I studied the picture. There were a number of shots of the two boys in the sixty-nine position. Then there came a close up of one of the boys' mouths half way up or down the others shaft. The picture was pretty much in your face and it really sent a shiver through my dick. "Man!" Charlie whispered. "That looks like it feels good." "Uh huh," I agreed, nodding. I flipped the page and the picture showed the two boys pulling away from each others' erections. On the opposite page there was a picture of naked man entering the room. His adult cock pointing the way. There were several pictures of him sucking the boys and the boys sucking him. All of which caused an itch in my dick. Then there came a picture of one boy lying on his back while the other was kneeling between his legs and sucking his dick while the man knelt behind the second boy and pressed his cock to the small puckered asshole. "Holy moley!" Charlie gasped as his hand went into overdrive. I wondered at his reaction. My reaction was to have my asshole clamp shut at the thought of something going in there. I flipped the page and the man was all the way into the young boy's ass now. I heard a grunt and looked over at Charlie who was busy spraying his father's workbench with youthful cum. "Looks like somebody liked those pictures," I said, standing there watching him. My own cock in my hand. Charlie gave me a sheepish look as he struggled to keep his balance. His knees were shaking and he was breathing hard through an open mouth. "You ever done that?" I asked him. There was one thing you could say about Charlie. He never lied. I don't think he could. It had gotten us into trouble on a few occasions. I can't imagine what would happen if his mother ever asked if we played with each other's cocks. Well technically we didn't. We just had mutual jerk off sessions. That was about to change. My eyes widened as Charlie nodded his head. "No shit?!" I said. "Who with? Not Old man Henessy?" Charlie once again nodded. I pictured Old man Henessy's cock and couldn't imagine that thing going up Charlie's ass. The couple of times that he'd sucked me off, he'd taken his cock out and stroked it as he gobbled me down. He'd wanted me to suck him off too, but I wasn't going near that thing. It had to be at least twice as long as mine and it was really fat. "Man," I said, "that must have hurt." Charlie had composed himself by then. "A little the first time," he said. "The first time!" I parroted. "How many times has he done that to you?" Charlie only shrugged. "Holy cow!" I whispered. "What else do you do? Have you sucked his cock?" Charlie nodded once again. My eyebrows shot up in amazement. Here was my best friend and I didn't even know about any of this stuff. What he did next really surprised me. I don't know if he mistook my last question as a desire, but he went down onto his knees and looking up at me as he bent forward and took my cock into his mouth. It felt just as good as I remembered. He worked his mouth up and down the shaft and I felt his tongue play around the head. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. I felt my own knees shake and I reached out to rest a hand on the work bench. Charlie pulled off for a minute and he licked my cock up and down. It was a different sensation, but no less pleasant. He reached under my cock and pulled one of my testes into his mouth. This was a new sensation for me. And although it wasn't as nice as his sucking on my cock, it was pleasant none the less. I put down the magazine and put my hands on his head. I pulled him away from my nuts and pushed my cock at him. He opened up and swallowed me down once again. I sighed as my cock entered his hot mouth. I felt the surge in my nuts and knew I was about to blow. "I'm cuming," I warned him, but he only increased the sucking and my cum jetted into his eager mouth. "Ohhhhhhhh!" I groaned and jet after jet exploded into his mouth as he hungrily milked my cock. He kept at it until it started to feel uncomfortable and I finally pushed his head away. My cock came out with a slight popping noise and his lips remained pursed. Just like when you pull the bottle away from a baby. I looked into his eyes and saw a glazed expression. It was like he had been lost in the effort. I leaned back against the workbench and gingerly stuffed my cock back into my pants. "Man," I said hoarsely. "If I'd known you did that. I would have let you do it a long time ago." Charlie got up off his knees and smiled. "Did you like it?" He asked me. "What's not to like!" I replied. We stood in silence again and the seconds turned into a minute. It was as though he was waiting for me to ask him something. I knew what it was. "You like doing that?" I finally asked. "Yesss," came the sibilant reply. I think he expected something different from me, but I merely shrugged and started putting the magazines back into the box. Pretty much as we'd found them. They had been pushed around in my throes of ecstasy and we didn't know how exactly they went. We only hoped his father didn't either. At least the top ones were in order. Charlie took some sawdust from the floor and rubbed it on the drops of cum he'd splattered on the bench. We looked around to make sure all was as it had been and we locked the door behind us and climbed back up to his room. It was as though what had happened was a long time past and we settled down to do some math homework. The phone rang after a bit and he answered. It was my mother checking up on me. She told me to come home before five. It was four o'clock. We went back to doing homework and finished after a few minutes. "Well," I told him, "I guess I'll go on home." "Uh..uh..," he stuttered and looked away for a moment to build up his nerve. "You think we could do that again?" "Yeah, sure," I said as though there was no question about it. 'Hell,' I said to myself. 'If he wants to suck my dick, he can do it every day if he wants.' Apparently, I had misunderstood the question because he was down on his knees again and tugging my zipper down. Apparently, he really did like sucking dick. I thought about stopping him, but by then he had my cock half way into his mouth and it was already feeling good. He had me hard in a second and proceeded to slurp away. He stopped for a moment and told me to sit on the edge of the bed. I realized after doing so that this was a great way to get your cock sucked. I lie back and let him go at it. I lasted for quite a while this time. Maybe five minutes. I grunted and groaned as he sucked the juices out of me. It wasn't as intense as his previous effort, but it was still toe curling. I pushed up on my elbows to watch him finish me off and realized that he was jerking himself off at the same time. I had thought of stopping him, but it looked like it really got him off so I let him continue until he sprayed his cum on his bedroom floor. I felt myself grinning as I tucked myself away. I had a feeling that our friendship had taken a whole new turn. "That was great," I told him and he beamed at me. "I hope we can do it again," he said once again, and I instinctively put a hand on top of my zipper. "Yeah," I said, "but, not right now." We both chuckled. "Have you done this with anybody other than Old man Henessy?" I asked him as we walked towards the front of the house. "Yeah," he said, and sounded proud of it. I stopped and looked at him. I almost asked why he'd taken so long to get around to sucking me off, but I figured that would be a little too much. "Who?" I simply asked. "Well," he said, "you already know about Old man Henessy. Then there was Francis, Edgar..." "Both of your brothers?" I exclaimed. "Yeah," he nodded. "I guess Edgar used to make Francis suck him off when he was my age and then Francis made me do it to him and Edgar found out and now every time I go over to his house, he has me suck him off." "Wow," I said, "doesn't he worry about his wife?" Edgar's wife was a gorgeous little red head that I'd been infatuated with for about a year now. "Nah," Charlie said, "Clemie knows all about it." "What?!" I shouted. "Yeah," Charlie nodded. "I guess they have something called an open marriage. She likes to watch him suck on someone's cock and sometimes she sleeps with other women." "Holly shit!" I cried out. "How many other secrets have you been keeping from me. Do your parents know?" "Heck no!" Charlie cried out. "My mom would die if she knew, and you'd better not tell anyone either." I crossed my heart and said I wouldn't. Charlie picked up where he'd left off. I guess when it came to his sexual activity he needed no prompting to relate the whole story. "I did a couple of Old man Henessy's friends. They go over to his house every now and then and they all do things to each other." "Jeeze," I said and shook my head. I couldn't believe all this stuff was going on and I had no idea. "I did Mister Blackely," Charlie said. "Mister Blackely?" I repeated. "You sucked off the mailman? How the hell did that happen?" "I guess he saw me coming out of Old man Henessy's back door one day. When he came by the house later and no one was here. He asked if I had had fun and I guess he could tell by the look on my face that he'd guessed right. He said if I sucked him off that he wouldn't tell anyone." "That asshole," I said. "It's okay," Charlie stated. "He's got a really small cock. It's even smaller than yours." We both giggled at this and I realized how weird this was. Here we were, a couple of twelve year olds, talking about sucking grown men's cocks and about people swinging and all sorts of stuff. "That must be about it then?" I asked, thinking he couldn't have done too many others. "Well," Charlie said, and I got the feeling I was in for more shocking revelations. "More?" I asked incredulously. "Just name them, okay. I don't think I can stand the suspense." Charlie smiled and held up his left hand and started ticking off fingers. "There was Father Langley; Mister Franks, my dad's friend; Mister Lewiston; Mister Potacky; a friend of Edgar's; Clemie's brother; Clemie's dad; and a couple of guys I met at the movies one time." I couldn't believe my ears. I felt like a tidal wave was going through my head. He'd sucked off our parish priest, our scout master, our next door neighbor, and a bunch of others I didn't even know. "You did Clemie's dad?" I asked in amazement. "Yeah," he said with a sheepish grin. "I guess he knows about their open marriage and likes to join in, I guess." "What two guys at the movies?" I had to ask. "I don't know who they were," he told me. "I had to go to the toilet and when I went in these two guys were standing by the urinals and playing with each other. They jumped apart when I came in, but I guess they thought since I was just a kid that it didn't matter and they kept on playing with each other. I thought it was really hot and I stayed and watched. One of them asked if I wanted my cock sucked and I guess they were surprised when I said yes." "So they sucked your cock first?" I asked. "Yeah," he nodded, "they both took turns doing it and then one sucked on me as the other had me suck on him. Then they changed places until everybody had sucked on everybody else. They both came in my mouth." "Jesus!" I said, half in shock. And I thought I had a big secret with my mother jerking me off and Sister Rosa watching me jerk off in the boys' room. I told Charlie good by and wandered away from his house. I kept thinking about all that he'd said. There was so much information going through my head that it was almost physically tiring. I walked the half block to my house and didn't realize that I had done so. I walked into the house just as my mother was hanging up the phone. She had just called Charlie to see why I was late. It was almost five thirty. I told her I was sorry and tossed my bag down by the front door and took off my shoes. I suddenly remembered what had happened that morning and I looked up at my mother to find her studying me closely. I gave her a crooked smile and I guess she figured everything was all right. I stood up and saw her eyebrows rise a fraction. I realized then that I had another erection. It was like I had a monster in my pants. I supposed that I'd walked the entire way from Charlie's with an erection leading the way. I hoped that no one had been paying close attention. My mother's face took on a strange look and she turned to look after dinner. I went to the bathroom and washed up. I took my 'stiffie' out and stood over the toilet and tried to pee. I was there for a couple of minutes when this voice said: "It's hard to pee with a stiff cock isn't it?" I looked over my shoulder and found my mother standing in the open doorway. I hadn't even heard her open the door. She came in and gently closed the door behind her. "Maybe I should help you with that," she whispered. I wanted to cry out "Noooooo!" I wanted to tell her that I couldn't cum again, but then I realized it would require some explanations. She stood behind me and reached around. It was like she was holding her own cock. She slowly peeled back the foreskin. "Looks like this little guy's had a work out today. Did you play with yourself at school?" I simply nodded my head. I couldn't believe I could get excited once again, but her hand on my cock was making me even stiffer. "Or did you and Charlie do more than just study?" She asked as if already knowing. I looked up and over my shoulder at her without answering. "Don't be surprised," she said, "I know what young boys get up to. Besides, I think your friend Charlie might be gay." I stared at her. I hadn't even thought about that possibility. I just thought he was another horny young boy like me. "Gay?" I repeated. "That's what Clemie thinks," my mother said. It took a moment for me to accept the fact that my mom and Clemie would talk about something like that and then I remembered Charlie saying that his sister in law sometimes slept with other women and I suddenly looked at my mother through a whole new set of eyes. I guess she mistook my look. "It wouldn't matter if he was would it?" She asked as she kept playing with my cock. "He's still your best friend." "Uh huh," I nodded. "And besides," she added, "think of the possibilities." My head whipped up again and I must have looked like a scared rabbit. My mother chuckled deep in her chest. "I have a feeling you've already found out what the possibilities are haven't you?" She asked and waggled my stiff cock. "Y..yes," I answered. "What have you two been doing ?" She asked, and I wondered if this was actually a trap. "Stuff," I squeaked out. "Stuff, huh?" She repeated. "What kind of 'stuff'? Have you played with his cock?" I thought back and remembered the one time I'd jerked him off. In retrospect, I felt a little guilty that that was all I'd ever done for him. "I uh.jerked him off once," I said quietly. "You did," she replied and her stroking increased. "Did you boys play with each other today?" She asked, and I realized she wanted me to tell her about stuff. "Y..yes," I answered. "We looked at some dirty books and played with ourselves." I heard my mother groan quietly. "Is that all?" She asked, hoarsely. "Charlie uh.. He, uh.sucked on my cock," I told her and she gasped aloud. I felt my mother lean into me and her breasts smashed up against my back. It was like I was being burned. They felt so hot. She leaned her head down onto my shoulder and her breathing was hard as she continued to stroke my cock. "Turn around," she whispered in my ear. I felt her back away and then I turned to face her. She reached behind me and lowered the toilet seat and lid. "Sit," she said, as she kneeled down. I knew what was coming, but couldn't get my head around it. I almost jumped out of my skin when someone gave a sharp rap on the door. "Mommie!" I heard my little sister yell. "What?" My mother answered. "What are you doing?" My sister asked. "Never you mind," my mother yelled, "just go back to watching cartoons and mommy will be out in a minute." I heard a shuffle and then saw the shadow move away from the crack under the door. "Now," my mother said as she grasped my now limp cock, "where was I?" I watched as she bent over my legs. Then came the hot, moist feeling of her mouth closing around me. Fireworks went off in my head as she worked my cock back into its previously swollen condition. I watched as her long dark hair draped down on either side of my thighs. I looked at her back and saw how it tapered down into her narrow waist before flaring out into her hips and ass. I'd never thought of my mother in a sexual way before this day, but now I was realizing how hot she was. I felt a hand reach up and gently fondle my nuts. I sucked in a breath and heard her murmur. She continued to fondle my sack and she worked feverishly on my cock. I could feel that old sensation coming on and she must have felt my legs tighten also. She redoubled her efforts. Suddenly, I felt my cum boil out of my cock. I don't know how much there was. There couldn't have been much, but there was some. My whole body tensed up. Every muscle was taut. I groaned and groaned again. My mother moaned as she swirled her tongue around my cock and swallowed what small amount of cum I'd given her. She looked up at me then and tossed her lustrous hair back over her shoulders. She had that glassy look in her eyes, just like Charlie had had. I watched as her tongue made a circuit around her lips. "Ummmmm," she purred, "I'd forgotten how good young boys tasted." She got up then and walked to the door. "Don't forget you need to pee," she said with a smile as she closed the door behind her. I sat there for several minutes. My mother had just sucked my cock. There was a possibility she was sleeping with another woman. And, she'd apparently tasted young boys before. My life had definitely taken a turn to the absurd. It didn't take long for the urine to pump out of my body this time. I think I was getting the hang of this hard- on, cum, and pee routine. I washed again and went out to find my twin brothers and my sister sitting at the table and wolfing down whatever was in front of them. I took my place and glanced at my mom. She had an elbow on the table and her fork dangled lazily from her hand. She was smiling at me. I fought hard not to giggle. I felt intoxicated. I ate my supper and couldn't remember what I'd eaten. I had some homework left to do and went into my room to work on it as mom did dishes and the others watched cartoons. My mother came in later and told me to move to the kitchen table so that my brothers could go to bed. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already seven. I told her I was done and put my books away. I went into the living room and turned on the television as my mother put the twins and my sister to sleep. She came into the living room after about a half hour and fell into one of the over stuffed easy chairs. "Boy, what a day!" She said. "You had a hard day, mom?" I asked her. "Well not as hard as yours," she said and giggled, "but, the twins were a handful and your sister has gotten very clutching of late." I couldn't believe my mom was making jokes about my delicate condition. "Mom?" I began and was going to ask her why things were happening like they were when a sudden light swept passed our picture window, which meant someone was turning into our driveway. My mother got up and went to look outside. "Hmmmm," she murmured, "it's your dad. He must have gotten some time off." She turned to me and said, "you were going to ask me something?" "It was nothing," I told her as I heard the front door open. My father walked into the living room and looked around. He came over and tousled my hair. "How's it goin', sport?" He inquired, but didn't wait for an answer as he went over and hugged and kissed my mother. "You're home early?" She said with a smile. "Boss gave me some time off to make up for all the extra hours I've been putting in. I've got tomorrow off also," he beamed. "Great!" My mom said and hugged him. I saw her look at me over his shoulder as she hugged him and I got a strange feeling that she was looking at me with hunger. I think if my dad hadn't come home that I was going to be treated to more of her sexual antics. I didn't know if I was happy or sad that my dad had come home. They went off to the kitchen so that mom could fix him something to eat and I watched an episode of Twilight Zone. At eight thirty, I felt my eyelids droop and got up and turned the television off. I walked through the kitchen and into the bathroom. I stripped and took my evening shower. I came out and wished my parents a good night. They were both surprised that I was going to bed early and without a fight. I told them that I was really tired. Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and I thought I heard her chuckle. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. That was one thing you could say about sex, it drained the heck out of you. I awoke during the night and lie there wondering why. It was then I heard those familiar sounds. It had been ages since I'd heard them last. My parents were making love. I looked over at my alarm clock and saw that it was two a.m. A nagging feeling made me realize I had to use the bathroom. I got up and left the bedroom. The sounds coming from my parent's room were even louder now. I tried hard to ignore them, but it was difficult. It appeared that my parents were both the vocal types. I did my business and was returning to bed when curiosity got the better of me. I snuck over to my parents' bedroom door and stood listening. "Fuck yeah!" I heard my dad exclaim. "You're like a fucking hoover, you know that?" There came a muffled reply. I tried to imagine what my dad meant by that, but couldn't. "You like that?" I heard my mom ask a minute later. "What's not to like?" My father answered with a chuckle. "Sometimes, I think you'd rather just lie there and suck me off than actually do anything else." "Ummm hmmmm," I heard my mother reply. "Maybe," my father said, "but I want some of that sweet pussy of yours. Come up here so I can do you right." I heard the sheets rustle and then there appeared to be silence for a few moments. My mother let out a slight gasp and my father moaned. "Oh baby," my dad said. "That feels so good. God woman, even after four kids you've got one tight cunt. I love the way you squeeze me like that." "You like that huh?" My mother whispered and I heard my father groan a couple of times. "Fuck!" My dad half cried out. "I'm cuming!" "Oh yeah, baby," my mother told him. "Fill me up with that cum." I had heard enough. My cock was raging once again and I felt a certain burn in my face. I couldn't tell which emotion it was. Was I embarrassed at having listened or was I perhaps jealous? I think it was a little of both. I snuck away and went back to my bed. I fondled my hard cock as I lie there wondering what it would be like to fuck someone. To see them naked and play with their breasts. To finally see a live cunt; not just some glossy magazine image. Would it be soft and warm as I imagined it would? Would the girl let me do what those people did in the magazines. Was there someplace special you were supposed to lick or did you just run your tongue all over it. I fell asleep then, wondering my thoughts and holding my erection. That's how my mother found me in the morning. Lying on my back with my cock in my hands. My eyes fluttered as I was awoken by a strange sensation. My mind searched all its memory banks and finally came up with the answer. My eyes snapped opened and I looked down to see my mother twirling a finger around the lump under the covers. "Good morning," she chimed and gave me a wide smile. My first thought was to pull away and whine at her actions, but then I figured 'what the hell'. If my mother was going to play these games with me, I would take advantage of them. Who knew what they might lead to. I glanced over to make sure my brothers were still asleep. They were only six, but they would have realized something was strange about what my mother was doing. Both of them were sound asleep. One on his back the other on his side, facing away. I pushed the covers down and my cock stood there in all its diminutive glory. My mother looked up at me, wondering at my boldness and I merely smiled at her. She looked over her shoulders at my brothers and then leaned down and took me into her mouth. End - Part I *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 23