Aunt Anna

When she opens the door, I am surprised to see how much Aunt Anna has changed. ”Come in” she cries,” and hang your coats up over here” My girlfriend enters the apartment first and the two women exchange a cordial hug and greetings. They have never met before and I am amused to see how they surreptitiously study each other. Aunt Anna turns to me and compliments me upon the beauty of my companion, chiding me for never having introduced her before. I protest that this would have been difficult as it is ten or more years since last I saw Aunt Anna and I have been working abroad for most of that time. ”Well you are here now” she replies as she leads the way into her living room where a low table is set with hot coffee, small cakes and other assorted condiments. I sit on the sofa with its gilt edges and lions legs and the two women sit on either side of me. Aunt Anna settles her plump posterior into her favourite chair which is set at a convenient angle allowing her to regard us both whilst keeping an eye on a window which affords her a view of the city’s central plaza. On the wall behind her, is a photographic portrait of Uncle Paul, her husband, now dead these past several years. I have already warned my girlfriend to be on her best behaviour for Aunt Anna is wealthier than most and like most old people who have lived their lives with scant discomfort, she is highly opinionated. Today is no exception. ”So when are you going to get around to having c***dren?” she asks as she offers the coffee. I leave this side of the conversation to my girl friend, offering little comment beyond the occasional affirmation or polite chuckle. It isn’t that I mind the topic, not at all, but rather that I am aware of Aunt Anna’s desire to influence younger members of the f****y towards that which she regards as ’good conduct’. I am also aware that she is a fantastic hypocrite. Eventually the conversation turns to the marriage of my cousin Sofia, who is Aunt Anna’s youngest daughter, and as talk turns to the technical details of wedding dresses and other such pressing issues, I lean back into the expensive but uncomfortable sofa and fall to musing on the marriage of Aunt Anna’s oldest daughter Margethe. After the ceremony at the church, we had all driven to the house of the groom’s father where a lavish celebration was planned. The gardens had been decorated accordingly with large awnings set up and as the evening progressed and the guests grew ever more festive, the sun set slowly casting its warm yellow light across the nearby lake. I was alone that day, my girlfriend was still only a passing acquaintance and I had no one I cared to invite. I danced with several of my cousins, I drank and was merry, but I was restless as always. In those days I was seldom content to be content and I soon took to roaming the garden, deep in thought. The sun had finally set and the warm darkness had descended when I eventually came to the old boat house which was nestled amongst a group of old oaks in a secluded corner of the property. The boat house was uncared for, its clinker built walls, green and peeling, whilst a great mass of nettles grew along side, black and menacing in the night. There was a path, but it ran a gauntlet of stinging leaves and I sauntered by indifferent to the lure of an old damp building, until I heard the laughing voices from within. I paused and lifted an ear but the only sounds I heard then were the distant sounds of the party, and even as I listened, there came the noise of the band returning to their stage after a short break. I would have left at that but suddenly I heard a soft female shriek followed by laughter. Aunt Anna is enjoying herself. She has found a willing audience in my girlfriend who is following my advice, and the old lady is describing her plans with enthusiasm. I watch her animated face with my mind interposing memories. Though she is older now, and shockingly so, there are still remnants of her former beauty to be seen. Her soft round chin and her small ears, her sparkling eyes and the shape of her neck all remain as I have remembered. She is fatter now than she was, and her heavy breasts have finally sagged and fallen but her bearing is still the same, and I recall how proud she sat at the great table, her magnificent breasts held perfectly in place by a pink and cream dress and off set by a simple string of pearls. Her dark hair already had streaks of grey in it, but she’d dyed it for the wedding and set it up high. It is her hair that I recall seeing first as I peered through the rotten wood. Having made my way around the boat house, I finally saw a sliver of light amongst the undergrowth, and treading carefully I waded through the nettles to peer within. What I saw drove away any irritation caused by the stinging vegetation, for the first sight I beheld was Aunt Anna’s hair as it rose and fell. I couldn’t see the man’s face at first for a wooden pillar blocked my view and he was partly turned away from me, sitting on something so all I could see of him was his right leg and right arm. Kneeling before him, his cock deep in her busy mouth was Aunt Anna. The only light source came from a single bulb which hung from the ceiling some where off to the left and had it not been for her hair, I would not have recognised Aunt Anna for the first several minutes, for the shadows were dim and neither spoke and my view was hampered by the fact that my vantage point was quite low to the ground so I was obliged to bend forwards in a most uncomfortable manner, or kneel in the dirt. Given the manner in which Aunt Anna applied herself to the man’s erection however, I assumed that what I was witness to, was a quick blow job so I remained standing, bending forwards to watch. Eventually I realised that my assumptions were mistaken when the man suddenly grasped Aunt Anna by the hair and pulled her head up. It was obvious that he caught her by surprise also, for her eyes were closed and her mouth retained its perfect O shape which I saw to my intense satisfaction in the light of the naked light bulb. A single strand of saliva hung from her lips for a second; catching the light, then fell away as she opened her eyes wide in surprise. “Stand up” he said and I realised with a shock who he was. I already had a desperate erection and now I freed it from its confines for I feared if I remained to watch what was obviously happening next, then a damp patch might later give me away. Aunt Anna was pressed against an old wooden work bench with her expensive dress pulled up around her hips to reveal plump thighs and black lace knickers. The man stepped closer and I caught a glimpse of his hand reaching down before his body blocked my view. Aunt Anna gasped and closed her eyes tight. Her hands gripped the edge of the bench then she lifted her face to the ceiling. I could see his arm working aggressively and I could see how she reacted. He manipulated her to the point of orgasm, his other hand gripping the hair on the back of her head and then just before she came, he lifted her bodily onto the bench and pressed himself into her with a jerk of his pelvis. With her legs spread wide to receive him and both arms around his shoulders, Aunt Anna came with eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open in a silent scream. I came with a delicious long flow of sperm that disappeared into the darkness of the night, and it was only as I shuddered in the after glow that I realised I had dropped to my knees at some point. I glanced around. The trees and nettles stood silently and in the distance the party continued. Inside the building, Aunt Anna was still being fucked hard and now her voice sounded, hoarse and involuntary. I placed my eye back to the crack and watched as my mind whirled with a confusion of emotions. I thought of Uncle Paul, back at the party, his sad serious face, flushed with wine and happiness, watching his daughter and her husband. Did he know his wife was unfaithful? Did he not wonder where she’d been for the last twenty minutes? The man in the boat house didn’t waste any time. He crooked an arm under a knee and lifted Aunt Anna’s leg wider. Her voice was louder, but now as he pressed as deep and hard as he could, I could no longer see her face. She managed to muffle her voice some how, but I could still hear her desperate whimpering and one of her hands was still on his shoulder, gripping the fabric of his shirt. I found my cock in my hand again when suddenly the man said something and stepped back and Aunt Anna followed him, dropping to her knees and opening her mouth like any common slut. My vision blurred dramatically and I stopped breathing lest I reveal myself as I came in a long shuddering orgasm that drained me entirely and left my head spinning and my thighs trembling slightly. I had come at the same time as the man who had emptied himself in my Aunt’s open mouth and as my vision returned I watched as she squeezed the last drops from him, sucking him dry then watching from her knees as he pulled on his jacket and buttoned up his pants. I waited and watched, fearful now of being discovered, my still rigid penis in my hand. The man left and Aunt Anna climbed to her feet. As the door closed behind him, she leant back against the workbench and heaved a great sigh. Her dress was crumpled, her hair in disarray and her make up smudged. She stood silently for a while as if listening and I held my breath, certain she was about to say something, tell me to come out and reveal myself, but I was unnoticed, hidden in the darkness behind the crack. She casually lit a cigarette, then took out a small mirror and began to put herself in order and very carefully I snuck away. The conversation has moved on and my mind returns to the present. Aunt Anna has finished narrating her designs for her daughter’s wedding and is listening as my girlfriend talks about our holiday plans for this year. We are due to spend a few weeks in a summer house on the coast, just the two of us, in romantic seclusion, enjoying the summer sun and fucking as much as possible. Naturally the subject of sex does not arise, but it is uppermost in my mind as I listen to Aunt Anna’s approving response and I regard Uncle Paul’s stern but weary face on the wall behind her. I turn my gaze to Aunt Anna again and she smiles at me with calm serenity. I wonder if my father or his other siblings ever knew what Aunt Anna really was, or whether Uncle Paul ever understood that his wife would fuck his b*****r like some gasping, eager whore...

Play The Misty Flute For Me

Play the Misty Flute For Me A few years ago I was working for a local convenience store chain as a facility manager. They had 78 stores in a hundred mile radius so I traveled around a lot. Because I was regularly working in this many locations I had the opportunity to meet a variety of people. This story is about one really neat person named Misty. One day on my way home i stopped at one of our stores for some bud light and milk. While waiting in line to check I noticed the store asst manager training a new person. The newbie was smiling and interacting really well with each customer. When I got closer i noticed she had a real friendly smile and the most energetic eyes behind a cute pair of glasses. She took my money and asked if I needed anything else. I hesitated then said no. The asst manager saw me and introduced us telling Misty that she would be seeing me again because i was in and out of the stores all the time working. I said goodbye and left. Several weeks later I went to check on the beer cooler at a different store and guess who I ran into. Misty was the asst manager at this store. She was just as friendly as before so we chatted a little bit and i went to check on the cooler. In a little bit i heard the door open and misty walked in and said she needed to restock the cooler and would she be in my way. Now she is about 5'2" and not very big so i smiled and said it would be fine since she could walk under my legs if she needed to. She laughed and said she had been k**ded about being short her entire life. I went back to work and so did she. After a while she moved on down to the end i was working at and I just about fell over. Store policy calls for all clerks to were a smock while on duty and for the first time I am seeing Misty without one on. How in the hell did i miss those huge breasts. She caught me staring and smiled then asked if hers were the first pair of tits i had ever seen. At that moment I also noticed how the cool air had swelled up her nipples so i replied that I was afraid she might bust a nip in this cool air and i was concerned. She called bull shit and walked over to me and told me to warm them up. We kissed deep and rubbed around till I remembered to drop my tool belt. She then pulled up her shirt and pushed my head down on to her tits. I did my best to warm them up. Then we were interrupted by someone reaching in to get some milk from the other end of the cooler. I really wanted to milk her and told her so. She said we better quit before we got caught. So we both went back to work. A few days later I got a work order for door bell problems at her store. So I called over and Misty answered. She was filling in for the manager on day shift. The manager works part of their shift alone as it is through the early part of the day.So a little later I was back in her back room working on the doorbell. I had to stand on a ladder to reach the transformer in the drop ceiling. After a few minutes I feel this hand on my leg going up towards my cock. With my head and arms in the ceiling I couldn't move too fast or see below me. Misty then asked if i needed any help. I said yes and could she quit making my dick hard. She didn't listen and that was okay. I eased down the ladder till my dick was right in her face. She said it was her turn as she bit my dick through my jeans. She then pushed my tool belt around and unzipped my pants letting junior out. She smiled up and gave him a big lick from bottom to top of my shaft. She then loosened my pants and pulled the ball b*****rs out for playtime. Now this was fun!! Shortly though we heard someone come in the front door and she left me in the storeroom with my dick hanging out. Then another customer came in and another...now limpus no erectus. So I closed up and finished what I was doing. She came back one more time and we sucked face and groped each other. Then she walked me out of the store and said we need to do this more often. It seemed that this store would have a rash of maintenance problems over the next month but unfortunately we never could get alone for long. Then one day i get this call from Misty and she is now manager of a smaller less busy store on the edge of town and she seemed to be having some problems with her milk getting warm. I told her her milkers were hot and that was the problem but I would be over the next am when the store was slow. I show up at 9:30 the next day and she smiles and kisses me as soon as I get in to the store. She actually really did have a problem but it was a couple of light fixtures. A couple of customers come in so i get the ladder out and start changing out the ballast in one of the fixtures. When the customers drive off I slipp Junior out and turned around so she could see him. In about a minute i hear her suck in air and laugh. But she hurries over and takes him right in her mouth and starts giving junior a tongue bath. After a couple of rock hard minutes she says we better get in the back room. In no time she goes right down and takes as much in as she can and starts to give me a first class blowjob. After almost forever I start to get close and before I can get the words out she says to let her have it. Now i have had a number of girlfriends and my first wife to suck cum and some would actually swallow it and like it but none of them ENJOYED playing with my cum like Misty did. She first made me scream then proceeded to spit it on my dick head and suck and gurgle it back in and out several times then finally suck it down her throat and smile back up at me. I was blown away!! I know double entendre was intentional. She cleaned me up with her tongue and put everyone back in place. She then went back up front and took the bathroom break signs off the door. We kept our relationship going on the sly for awhile as she liked her freedom and I to. There are other Misty stories to cum so keep an eye out!!

LILY AND HER DAD

"Oh...oh...mmm...fuck me, oh, yes!" Lily moaned, imaginging she was the pornstar in the video getting her pussy reamed by the thick cock. The top part of a brush was held between the heels of her feet, the rounded 5 inch handle in her hairless 14 year old pussy as she bounced on it. She was naked, glistening with sweat with her head thrown back, her long blonde hair swishing from side to side.. Her pert Bcups were bouncing wildly as she fucked her hairbush like an a****l. The handle was coated with her sweet pussy juice. She reached between her legs and rubbed herself for a minute, getting her hand coated in her cum before bringing her hand up to her chest and rubbing it on her small nipples and all across her face. Drool dribbled from her mouth and down onto her tits and stomach as she refused to swallow it, getting even hotter knowing she was covered in her own spit. She felt her cunt flood with juices and she screamed out her orgasm, being loud turned her on and made her cum even harder. Her dad wasnt home, and she could be as loud as she wanted without beign caught. She kept fucking herself hard, slamming her pussy back down on the handle until she felt her orgasm subside. Breathing hard, she pulled the brush from her cunt and tossed it aside, leaning back on her elbows and turning in the direction of her full length mirror. Lily spread her legs wide and looked at her freshly masturbated pussy, smiling at the sensation and look of her cunt juice sliding down and coating her asshole. She reached a hand down and began to spread her lips aapart and rub her cunt, cooing at her reflection, "Look at that pussy Lily, your such a dirty whore." just like she'd seen in the porno's she'd stolen from her dads room. Thats how her frequent masturbation came about. When she was a 9 years old she'd went into her fathers room and took one of his DVD's, seeing a pretty girl on on it and thinking it was a movie. She's watched it and almost instantly her pussy had began getting wet. She followed what she'd seen the girls in the movie do. Now. 5 years later, she'd gotten into the habit of masturbating daily, sometimes even up to three times in a day. Once she'd epierenced cumming she'd gotten hooked. Every Saturday morning when her father was at work she'd sneak one of his DVD's and fuck herself sensless on her hairbrush, as she had just been doing. Getting horny again, she stuck 2 fingers in her tight cunt and began sawing them in and out, moaning and using her other hand to pinch and tug at her pink nipples. Lily was so caught up in fucking herself that she didnt notice the sound of the front door opening, her dad calling out that he was home. She slipped a third finger in and pumped them in and out quickly, close to orgasm again. "Oh, yes! I'm such a whore! A filthy cunt!" she called out, as she began to get closer and closer to excstasy. "Lily whats-" her dad said, opening the door and getting an eyeful of his lucious teenage daughter working her cunt like a pro. His eyes instantly glazed over with lust, taking in the sight of her slender body sprawled on the floor, fingers buried in her pussy, covered in juice and her own salivia. He began to get hard, and when she looked up at him, her big brown eyes looking directly into his just as she came, his erection grew to full size, oozing precum. Orgasmn in motion, Lily couldnt do anything but scream in bliss and shake as her father watched. She knew she should have stopped, but seeing him there, the thrill she'd gotten, had sent her over the edge. Her sweet juice gushed out around her fingers, coating her ass and the carpet. She finally came down from her high and an instant flash of panic came over her. He had seen! Oh shit! She quickly got up and flushed when she felt her hot, gooey cum siding down her legs. She dove to get her clothes off of the floor but her dad stopped her. "No.' "What?" she asked, looking up at him in shock. "Dont put your clothes back on." he said lustily, his eyes glazed over as they roamed his daughters hot body. Andy had always had a hard on for his Lily ever since she'd started budding and becoming a beautiful young women. He'd often jacked off to his porn videos, imagining the girl was her. He loved bondage and dominating, humiliating a fucktoy. Hearing his daughter call out what a dirty whore she was had been it for him. He was going to take her. She grabbed up her clothes anyway, and began pulling her shirt over her head, 'I'm really sorry dad I didnt know you were going to be-" His hand shot out and ripped the blouse away from her, "I said, dont put your clothes back on.' he said in a lethal voice. "Why?" she asked, covering herself with her hands. He smiled cruelly, 'You said your a slut, so I'm going to use you like one." "Dad no-" Lily began to protest, but Andy quickly grabbed her and shoved her face into her mattress, so she was bent at the waist with her hands down. She tried to struggle, but she was small and petite, whereas he was not, so he easily over powered her. He grabbed her arms and pulled them back, digging his knee into the small of her back as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Do as I say, or you'll be punished." Lily screamed fom the pain he was causing her, he let her arms go and repositioned them so they were straight out over her hand, palms pressed against the bed. He smacked her ass hard and told her not to scream. Her ass burned and she let out a small cry, so he smacked her hard enough to leave a handprint and warned her again. She bit her lip hard and whimpered as she nodded, tears streaming down her face and wetting her comforter. He smiled, "Good, slut." He was so excited with his new toy that he didnt know what to do first, then his eye strayed over to the floor where her discarded hairbrush lay, glistening with her juices. Andy crouched down to grab it, and decided quickly where he wanted it go go. He placed the tip of the handle at her pert little asshole. She began to protest, but he shoved it in as far as it could go. The handle wasnt at all thick, and she was well lubed due to her pervious cumming, so it wouldnt hurt her too bad. She whimpered and bit her lip to stifle to cry. 'Like that, whore?" Andy said as he dropped her pants and pulled her hips up, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of her sopping wet pussy. "Dad!" she yelled, "No! Please! This isnt ri-" He rammed half of his thick cock into her to silence her. She began thrashing around, the sensatiions of both her pussy and her ass filled too much for her. Tears were flooding from her eyes now, ashamed and disgusted that she was actually enjoying it. Andy grabbed a fistful of her hair and grunted when he felt her tight cunt clamp down on his dick, "You like it, dont you Lily? You really are a whore. You like your daddy violating your dirty holes?" He said teasingly as he shoved his cock in to the hilt, not suprised that she didnt have a hymen, "Say it. Tell me how much you love it.' "I l-l-love you using my-" "Louder." he commanded, slapping her ass hard as he built up a frantic rhythem, pulling out almost all the way and then slamming back into her. 'I love you using my dirty cunt daddy! It feels so good!" Lily screamed as she bagan pushing her ass back against him, getting even more turned on when she heard the sound of his balls slapping against her ass as he spanked her over and over, leaving her ass red and burning. Her pussy was dripping wet, coating Daddy's balls and cock in her juice. He smiled and kept slapping her ass, loving how her pussy squeezed him whenever he landed a hard slap. He was reaming her fuck hole as hard as he could, using one hand to shove the hairbrush in and out of her ass and his other to spank her. "Oh, Daddy yes!" Lily screamed, close to orgasmning, "Use me like a dirty whore! I'm a slut! I'm your fucktoy, cum in me Daddy please! Fill up your baby girls pussy with your hot cum!" She lifted herself up on one elbow and began pinching her nipples, still forcing her pussy back on Daddy's cock in her frenzy to cum. It felt so good. The handle was being shoved in ehr ass over and over, her Daddy's hot cock was fucking her pussy, going in deep and pulling out quickly just to slam back in. Her ass stung but she loved how it felt. Andy reached forward and grabbed one of her nipples, pulling it hard and twisting it cruelly as he came deep inside her, filling up her cunt with his seed. Lily's cunt clenched and she was just about to cum, but he pulled out of her pussy and removed the handle from her ass. Lily whimpered and wiggled her ass, "Daddy! Please let me cum, I'm so hot for you. Make your baby girl cum Daddy!" she begged He smiled, "You dont deserve to cum tonight cunt." he shoved the handle into her freshly fucked pussy to hold his cum in her, "Stay there." He left the room and quickly came back with rope from the garage. He positioned Lily on her bed and tied her wrists and ankles to the bed, spread eagled, "Just to make sure you dont touch yourself." he said, smiling. He removed the handle and took a small egg from his pocket and shoved it deep in her pussy making sure it wouldnt come out. "Whats-" Lily began, but he picked up her dirty, girl cum soaked underwear and shoved it in her mouth. He picked up a small remote off of the bed and set the egg to vibrate on its highest setting so it rattled around deep inside his little cumbucket. Lily writhed, her cheeks flushed, moaning around the gag. When she was just about to cum again Andy lowered the setting so she could just barely feel it inside of her, but with her hypersensitised state he knew she would feel it well and that it would keep her at the edge of orgasm without letting her over. "There we go." he said, then he pulled out of cock and bathed her body and hot cunt in his piss. She was wriithing and trying to thrash around in an attempt to cum, he knew she was being driven crazy. It was only 6 in the afternoon, but he intended to leave Lily there until the next morning. "See you in the morning fuckmeat." He said cheerily before walking over to her TV and putting one of his porno's on replay. He shut off the light and closed the door, heading off to his room. He was already cooking up ideas to use on his baby slut.

Young and Willing - Part Three

My body jumped in surprise as I felt four long feathers caressing me up and down my body. The players tickled my nipples, down to my stomach. The men paid particular attention to my balls and my soft cock. It wasn’t long before I could feel a light tingling sensation up and down my ass crack. As my body began to get used to all the feather teasing, I slumped back in the swing and relaxed. But not for long. The light feather strokes gave way to stinging whacks from four bamboo sticks. Again, my body jerked and twisted from the shocking change in sensations. My ass cheeks received most of the attention, but I felt stings on my chest and belly, and more than a few gentle smacks on my smooth balls and awakening cock. The stings didn’t last long, and I noticed I was getting more aroused with each slap of the bamboo sticks. The men decided I was warmed up and ready for some more new experiences. Harry declared that there was no twenty stroke rule in this new game. All the players were expected to be creative, and work together as a team. No cocks would be allowed in my ass, but my mouth was fair game. Immediately, I felt hands roaming all over my tight teen ass cheeks. I felt warm oil being poured on my balls, and it oozed down into my ass crack. They began rubbing the oil all over my balls and running oil up and down my cock shaft. It felt so good, I was ready for anything. Fingers found their way up and down my ass crack, and I felt excited hands spreading my cheeks and holding them wide open. Another man entered my quivering ass hole with his oiled finger, and massaged inside my rectum. He replaced his finger with an oil filled syringe, and slowly pushed the plunger to the hilt. I could feel the hot oil flow into my anal canal, and it was so soothing, it calmed me some. I heard a voice up by my head telling me to open my mouth wide. The man instructed me to swallow the liquid right away, without tasting it with my mouth first. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, until I felt some kind of liquid squirting into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, then received another throatful of liquid right away. As I swallowed again, I wondered what it was all about. I didn’t think about it long, because I became aware of a thin, soft dildo getting worked into my oil-filled ass hole. It slid in easily, and I could feel more and more of the invader burrowing deeper and deeper into my anal canal. I felt a rush, as the thin was pulled out completely in one quick motion. It was replaced by a thicker, stiffer toy. Still, it met little resistance, and soon my ass hole was being pumped methodically and with authority. Out front, I felt a wet cock head pressing against my lips. I opened my mouth, and it was full of cock in an instant. The player stroked my mouth in time with the dildo guy, as someone rubbed my slick balls, and jerked my cock with a strong grip. The player fucking my mouth took my head in both hands and held it tight. I could feel him pushing his cock head against the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. He slowly f***ed his cock in further, and it easily slid down my throat. I realized that I couldn’t feel anything past my mouth. My throat was completely numb. I now realized that the two loads of liquid I swallowed removed all sensation from my throat, and I wasn’t gagging at all. The man stepped up his pace, and soon he was slamming his throbbing cock deep down my throat, and I could feel his balls slapping my head with each full thrust. In no time, I was aware of his cock going into spasms, and he banged my throat faster and faster until he finally exhaled and stopped moving. I didn’t feel his cum load going down my throat, but I could taste it in my mouth, as I cleaned off his cock with my tongue. I felt the thick toy pop out of my ass hole, and the swing turned a quarter turn. I felt the next player’s fingers penetrate my hot ass, first one, then two, then three fingers probing and jamming into me. My ass muscle was stretching wider with each new intrusion. I felt his partner’s hands pull my cheeks apart wide, and the familiar syringe push into my hole. I felt the liquid squirt in, and the heat came with it. My rectum began to burn inside immediately and I squirmed around in the swing. Someone held my lower body still, and I could feel the rim of my ass hole being worked by a hard probe with a wide round head. With a jolt, it pushed past my ass muscle and plunged deep into my rectum. I felt several bumps on the huge toy as it entered me. My body jerked in protest, and the arms holding my lower body tightened around me. Slowly, the ramrod was pulled back out, almost to the head, then thrust back up my ass hole ten or twelve inches deep. The rhythm picked up, and my ass was so on fire that I actually welcomed the stiff, bumpy stick jamming in and out of it, going quicker and deeper with each deliberate stroke. I heard myself moaning as I wiggled my ass around. Meanwhile, my mouth was accepting the next slimy cock. This player had no time for pleasantries, and he rammed his cock down my throat on his first stroke. It didn’t really matter to me, because I couldn’t feel a thing beyond my mouth. Apparently, the owner of the cock could feel everything just fine. He let out a groan as he held my head in a vise grip, and slammed my throat with abandon. His steaming cock let loose a series of erupting cum shots, and I tried in vain to swallow, but it was no use. Anyway, his bucket load of jizz managed to find its way down my throat on its own. My attention turned back to my ass, as the rapid tempo of the punishing bumpy shaft found its mark again and again, and the heat inside my rectum was unbearable. As my ass pounding continued, I heard someone leave the room, and come back in a minute later. I heard some commotion and hushed voices as the door closed. Next thing I know, the stick-fucking stopped, and it was pulled out of my ass abruptly. I heard a couple more beer bottles popping open, as the swing turned another quarter turn. Without hesitation, one man spread my cheeks apart, and I almost passed out when I felt a stiff, ice cold stick continuously circling my ass rim. Apparently, Harry had left the party room, went out on his balcony, and pulled a thick, huge icicle down that formed on the balcony above. Now, he was rubbing it strategically on my sizzling ass hole, melting the thick end just so, and eventually making the end of the icicle round and smooth. He held it up, and the players murmured their approval. Then, without warning, he pushed the fat shaft of the icicle as far into my rectum as it would go. An electrifying surge of energy raced up and down my spine. My whole body shook and shuddered, as Harry fucked my ass with that ice dildo until he had nothing left to hold onto, and the rest melted quickly inside my rectum. I swear I could hear steam hissing out of my ass hole. As I lay slumped against the swing straps, breathing heavily, I became aware that my ass no longer burned. I suppose the icicle fucking put out the fire, and for that I was grateful. The swing turned again. I felt another cock rubbing my lips, and I opened my mouth automatically. Only, this cock wasn’t hard like the last two. The player laid the head of his cock down on the roof of my mouth, and I played with it with my tongue. A hot stream of piss filled my mouth and ran down my still numb throat. I pumped his soft cock with my lips as he kept pissing away. By the time he finished, I had worked his cock to a hard, pulsating fuck rod, and he just kept it right in my mouth and fucked me down my throat. My ass jumped back when I felt a needle stab me right next to my ass rim. It was a sharp pain, but it was gone before I even had time to think about it. As I finished sucking gobs of cum out of the cock slamming my throat, I was aware of a lot of attention around my ass. Fingers probed and prodded, and my cheeks were pulled apart again, and held open wide. A man picked up one of the empty beer bottles, and decided to test the effects of the d**g they injected into me. I wasn’t concerned at all, until I realized that he was holding onto the neck of the bottle, and pressing the bottom of the bottle against my widening ass hole. Incredibly, even though I felt every inch going in, the bottle passed through my butt muscle with ease. The man fucked me with the thick end of the bottle vigorously. He slammed me so hard that the hand gripping the bottleneck punched my ass with each new powerful stroke. The players seemed amazed and satisfied. In front of me, I felt something rubbing all over my face and nose. One of the players was bent over, trying to locate my tongue with his sweaty ass hole. I stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down his spread ass crack. I circled his ass rim several times, and teased his pulsating ass hole with the tip of my tongue. I dropped my head lower, and licked his dangling balls. I tongue-fucked his ass hole as deep as I could, then I pressed my lips over his hole, and sucked his ass with all my mouth strength. I felt my ass relax as the beer bottle was removed. I began to feel new activity right away. Several hands were rubbing my ass cheeks, slapping them, and roaming around my hole, slipping some fingers easily in and out of my ass. Pretty soon, someone managed to pack all four fingers up in there. He clawed my insides gently, which was irritating and exhilarating at the same time. The player folded his thumb under his hand, and pointed his fingers straight out. He pushed his hand into my gaping ass hole. He twisted his hand back and forth and pressed firmly against my ass. Slowly, my ass hole stretched open wider, and his whole hand disappeared up my rectum. This caused a bevy of chatter and excitement. I felt one man tighten his grasp on my spread ass cheeks, while the other man kept working his arm deeper and deeper into my ass canal. He opened his hand inside and dug and clawed the inside of my rectum walls with his fingers. My ass lurched and bucked against his wildly intense finger action. Harry bent over my twitching cock, and began sucking and deep-throating me. The arm in my ass pulled back a few inches, and the player made a fist inside me. He shoved his fist in deeper, and with some f***e. He kept repeating his strokes, which were focused and deliberate. On and on I continued to take that strong arm inside me, accepting more with each thrust. I was writhing and moaning, but it didn’t stop. Finally, I could feel the crook of his elbow banging against my ass cheeks. My ass lifted up off the swing strap with each new power thrust. Harry continued to suck me at lightning speed, and soon I was unloading shots of young cum into his mouth. Drops of cum fell on my belly, as Harry couldn’t hold it all in his mouth. I my whole body jerked out of control, and I kept pumping out loads of hot juice, as my ass kept fucking that stiff fist. After my orgasmic jerking motions subsided, I passed out in exhaustion. When I came to, I was curled up on Harry’s bed, all cleaned up. I was happy to notice that I could swallow again, the numbness in my throat finally gone. My butt hole still felt like it was gaping, though. The shot they gave me to relax my ass muscle still hadn’t worn off. Harry’s party friends were long gone, apparently, because I wasn’t wearing the blindfold mask anymore. I sat up as Harry came in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and told me his friends thanked me for coming to the party. He handed me a bunch of folded bills, and told me to count them. There was not one hundred dollars, as promised, but two hundred dollars. Harry explained that the guys wanted to show their appreciation, and they tipped me an extra hundred. I thought of handing the money back to him, because really, the pleasure was all mine. Instead, I just said thanks, and kept it. After all, I figured I had earned it. Harry said he had an idea for a few photos if I didn’t mind hanging out for a few more minutes. He led me back to the party room, which had already been cleaned up and transformed back into a studio. Harry directed me to the center of the floor, and he told me to get down on my hands and knees. I waited in position as he left and came back in with his camera and a shiny wooden baseball bat. I thought it was a rather curious combination of objects, but when he told me to rest my head on the floor and reach back and spread my ass cheeks, I figured it out. He took a few pictures of my ass stuck up in the air, then I felt his fingers jamb a big gob of petroleum jelly up inside me. Harry rubbed the rest on the end of his Louisville Slugger, and brought it to my spread ass cheeks. The flash on his camera fired several times, as he twisted and pushed the bat head in past my opening, and up my rectum. He took a series of shots of the bat sliding in further and further, finally bottoming out. I held on tight to my ass cheeks, as he moved the bat in and out, snapping picture after picture. He put down his camera, and walked around in front of me, and straddled my body. He grabbed the bat handle with both hands, and began working my ass furiously, in and out as fast as he could go. All I could do was kneel there and take it, wiggling my ass, and rearing back to meet the forward thrusts of the bat. I could feel his hot juices dripping on my back, as his swollen cock swung up and down in unison with each sharp stroke he delivered. After pounding my ass unmercifully with both hands thrusting the bat in and out, Harry let go of the baseball bat, leaving it sticking out of my ass. He stepped back and pulled my head up off the floor, placing me back on all fours. His twitching cock head approached my mouth, and he shoved it in, holding my head tightly and jamming the back of my throat with it. Then, he tilted my chin up towards the ceiling, and pushed his cock right past my tonsils, and down my throat. He pulled most of his shaft out, got up on his toes, and slammed it down my throat again. His ass jerked back and forth in front of my face, as he reared up again, lifting my hands right off the floor, and coming down on my face with such f***e, I thought I might be swallowing his balls soon. As he slammed his cock down my throat over and over again, his cock started pulsating, and his sticky cum pumped down my throat and he kept pumping my throat like a madman, gripping my hair to keep my bobbing head steady. Harry slipped his spent cock out of my throat, and lingered in front of me while I licked his slick cock and balls clean. We both maintained our positions while we tried to catch our breath. As my pulse slowed, I could feel the baseball bat slowly ooze out of my tired ass hole, and drop to the floor. As Harry drove me back to our drop off point, he told me that his niece that was coming to spend the next weekend with him. Her name was Rachel, and she had just turned fifteen, a little older than me. He said she was quite beautiful, and a lot of fun. He wondered if I wanted to meet her next Saturday night, if I was free that night. I didn’t say anything at first. I thought about how nervous I would be sitting in a room with a beautiful girl. I was pretty shy, and I felt a little intimidated by the whole idea. Then, Harry mentioned that Rachel had been to a few of his parties before, although he hadn’t seen her for a couple of years. He told me that she loved posing for pictures, and maybe we could have a photo shoot together. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Did Harry mean Rachel was at some of his parties like the one he just had? And he hadn’t seen her for a couple of years? I tried to do the math, but lust filled my mind, and I couldn’t think straight. I finally found my voice and accepted his invitation for Saturday night. Harry would pick me up at seven. Look for a new series titled: “Rachel - Fire and Innocence.” Coming soon.

Valentines together

So Almost a year into your sex-filled relationship and its our first valentines together. its been a week since we last saw each other and i owe Bappy big! wearing a tight shirt, baggy jeans and low cut vest under my shirt i could see his excitement as i walked down the stairs at the train station. walking to union square and we stop for a cuddle and i can feel his member hard in his pants. a few hours pass and we decide to go back to his to celebrate properly. as soon as we get into his room we strip off he's getting hard and its happening fast. i moaning his ear how bad i've been needing his cock we fell onto the bed in a passionate enbrace and i told his boxers off as prepared myself we shall say. he climbed over the top of me not getting inside but teasing me so i push down on his cock with my body sliding him in fast. the feeling of his cock sent me into an Ecstasy of orgasm and as he could feel my pussy tense up he got harder and faster making me moan and beg for more. every time we fuck its not sex but much more. I told him "on your back mr and hold onto my hips" so he eventually did as he was told and i got on top, sliding my body up and down on his hot throbbing cock. it felt like minutes before i came over and over once again. He raised his hips to get the rhythm in time. he held my hips up ever so slightly so he could get his cock slipping fully out and back in fast and hard. my god he knows how to get me going. he pulled me forward and down so we cud feel each other breathing as we both came really hard and as my pussy was throbbing from feeling his cum inside me and i was still horny so i waited til he was ready and before i knew it he was hard again. this time i started on top but my pussy was getting worn out and he wanted more. he made me cum a countless amount before we had a bigger break. il tell you in a bit how the 3rd time in 4 hours went after i see how this story gets. Thanks K And B

Jill step**m slave, remote control part 2

Jill step**m slave, remote control part 2 See part 1 of my story remote control for past details Jill hung up, not sure what to make of Franks last remark, he was joking..surely he would not have left his email account open for his k*ds and certainly never told them how to access the remote cams in the lounge..it was a wind up, a tease she didn't like. Her phone was going again it was Frank and an email was in her in box, she wan't impressed with him she would go to bed and let him stew, they where all back tomorrow , he had better buy her a good present to make up for this... A new day dawned , she awoke still unsettled by Franks role playand checked her phone and email. She laughed 5 texts and 5 missed calls, 5 emails..She left them all he could stew , when she got back this evening he would there then he could explain. Evening came , she ignored the phones constant buzzing as Frank texted her or rang. After a meal with her friends she got home around 9 pm , Frank was watching TV with Lucy and Peter . She went in and said hi, glowering at Frank and asked how the trip was..They all had had a good time which was good . Frank said he had a suprise for her and asked her to sit by him. Lucy brought her a wine glass and Peter filled it. Frank stood and went out as this went on returning with a small present wrapped in silver paper and wrapped with pink ribbon and a bow. He sat by her putting his hand on her knee and smiling. She sipped the wine, smiled and said oh you shouldn't have. Open it now he said please She sipped some more then slide her slender finger under the bow breaking the ribbon. Lucy turned to her with a much smaller gift also in red with a ribbon, Peter also got you a present Jill. Jill felt flattered this was a nice turn of events. She put down Franks present. A present form the k**s this was a first. She opened it , it was only small but it was their first sign of her acceptance. It was bottle of red and purple nail polish. I thought we could do our nails together . Jill never wore polish but if would help her bond with Lucy she would . We could do it now Jill said, great said Lucy , I choose red for your fingers Peter choose purple for your toes. Thank you both of you Jill smiled at the pair, although a little confiused about Peter choosing a colour but assuming Lucy had said that to pretend Peter had been involved in the gift. They sat and chatted as Jill painted Lucys nails then Lucy painted Jills , it felt good to be acceped in her role as s*****m. As it dried she drank more wine , Franks role play had been out of order but his felt good. She nuzzled in next to Frank, arn't you going to open mine he said? When the polish dries she replied now slightly tipsy. Time moved on. Lucy anounced her nails were dry and proudly showed them to every one. Jil tried hers, dry too time to open her main present. Frank turned to peter ,you can out that dvd now on s*n he said, turning to Jill ,its one we got on holiday a bootleg copy , he's been pestering me all day. Jill moved back to the parcel opening it. Inside was some pink matieral. She unfolded it another packet dropped out, again wrapped in silver . As she held the matieral up she realised it was a mciro dress, very smal very tight very stretchy, totally unlike the jeans and t shirts she normally wore.She looked at Frank , someone as sexy as you and with your wonderful figure should dress more sexily. You will look fantastic with it on! It looked cheap , it looked slutty not her usual self but if it floated his boat. Ok Frank maybe later she smiled before inspecting the other packet, which contained purple hold up fishnets.. Purple... Frank spoke in a different voice now, put the dress on now he commanded grabbing her wrist as she passed Later she repied thrown by his dominance Now he repeated . There was something in his voice that scared her and excited her, he sounded so masterful. She got up taking the dress with her and moved to the door, where are you going he asked? To change she meekly replied Again the voice continued no..change here i want to see you change.. She trembled, what was going on , but Peter and Lucy she blurted... Change now he commanded, Peter show Jill your new dvd.. Dumbstruck she twisted round to watch the tv, there was no sound just a very picture of their own lounge and her dressed in the robe moving a chair in front of the tv, Jill tried to turn away. Watch M*m said Peter.. yes said Lucy Jil stared in horror , she saw herself stand and blow a kiss then turn and slowly strip, it was her form last night, it had been recorded! We liked this m*m Lucy said you looked so sexy, we all watched it together, me and peter liked making you do things.. We want to carry on making you do things, we have copies of this should we post one to where you work or your parents Lucy said? Jil was horrified, Frank let go of her wrist they all stared, now Jill you can be the M*m to them i always wanted you to be satnd where we can all see and change. Stunned and fearful Jill staggered into the middle of the room turning away from them slowly began to lift her T shirt.. No m****y said Peter turn round Obey the c******n commanded Frank Jill turned , this was out of control she faced them all behind she could see herself on tv her legs wide open her fingers buried in her own gaping wet pussy..noone must see that video! She had to obey. Press record Frank said, Lucy did something on her laptop Should i post this on the web now said Peter.. No ,frank said ,Jill's just going to change arn't you huney? Jill nodded then slowly trying to to keep her slef covered took her tshirt and jeans off the quickly pulle don the microdress, it barely covered her bra and panties. She stood hands covering herself, embarresed and humilated. Put your arms by your side Jill , turn around model the dress move your hands over it like you did last night.. Jill turned zombie like moving her hands robotically over her body. It looks nice said Peter, i am glad we choose it.. We the words went through Jills head. She carried on turning and moving her hands. It looks good said Lucy except to much VPL..m*m.... Frank spoke up Lucys speaking to you Jil face her. Jill stopped and faced Lucy..VPL m*m... HUh said Jill VPL visible panty line.. Take them OFF commanded Frank and the bra.. Again more numbness from Jill , her hands moved transfixed sliding down her plain white panties and unding her bra whilst keeping herself covered..She stood naked except for the tiny dress , hands and panties in her hand. Go over and give then to Lucy Frank said Jill obeyed standing over the sitting Lucy , behind her in slow motion she could see herself on tv thrusting the bottle into her pussy. Lucy took the lingeie looking up Jills legs ..i can see your pussy she grinned ..good m*m She sniffed the panties ..mmm warm and smell of you now take them to Peter . Jill was glowing red wit embarressement but did as ordered , again Peter looked up her legs he could see aswell he sniffed then licked the panties. Thanks D8d he said this is a great present, can Jill dress like this always for us? Yes s*n he replied , i think she will fit in fine now.. Now jill go and sit in your chair .. The armchair ws behind her , the she sat knees firmly together.. No Jill thats not how you will sit in company, knees apart! Jill conformed..good girl said Frank, can we al see Yes they replied and stared Tears of shame began to stream down Jills face, as she sat with her pussy on full view infront of her new f****y wondering how her life had changed and what would happen next.

A Late Night sex Session

It was the night of our biggest game of the season all the students were gone from campus. Either home for the three day weekend or to the next state and their school for the game. Those of us that remained at campus found most of the dorms empty or sparsely occupied. After going out for the evening I returned to Grants Hall and went to my dorm room. I gathered my shower kit and retired to the common shower(as was popular with the buildings of that time), I had just lathered up and enjoying the hot stream of water when I turned and saw another student had entered the shower. I did not recognize him nor did he acknowledge my presence, I thought that he just wanted to do the same as I, enjoy a nice quiet shower. When I had finished I turned off the shower head and started for the dressing area. As I passed by my shower partner he finished his shower and turned off his shower head. We both entered the dressing area almost together, he slightly behind me and to my right. With out a single word the guy stepped behind me allowing his stiff cock to brush against my butt cheek. I turned to face him just as he turned away to pick up his towel. I looked at him as he bent over and admired his smooth almost silky skin texture, I decided that it was an accident and continued to dry my self off. Just as soon as I lifted my leg it happen. The guy reached his hand under my butt and grabbed hold to both of my testicles and pulled them back while pushing my head forward. I fell flat on to the dressing bench as he straddled the bench his now rigid cock nudging at my exposed anal opening. I gasp out 'what the hell do yo...' He cut me off in mid sentence saying 'shut up bitch or get hurt.' The bastard had me by the balls and was really gripping them with a vengeance, I could do nothing but stick my arms out and whimper 'Okay.' The guy was obvious going to do what he wanted and I didn't want him to harm my f****y jewels as he got what he wanted. My legs were hanging on each side of the bench and he was straddling the bench with his cock head up against my anus opening. I could feel his cock oozing some fluid as he moved about, he kicked my feet away from the bench as he pulled on my testicles causing me to groan loudly in pain. He whispered 'yeah bitch, you like that don't you,' I shook my head from side to side signaling my disagreement this wasn't satisfactory to my assailant. He tugged harder and whispered 'say yes baby, I like it daddy.' Grudgingly I said 'yes baby, I like daddy,' he eased up on my testicles and whispered 'you get now don't you,' and tugged a little till I answered 'yes I get it.' He admonished me 'next time don't forget to say baby or daddy,' and squeezed my testicle tightly, I quickly corrected my self and said 'yes daddy, I get it.' His reply was 'very good bitch, now relax your ass and let me in.' I felt him adjust his position so that his cock head was sticking right into my anal opening as he held my testicles. I had to get on my tip toes to lift my butt into the air or risk him hurting my testicles. s cock head and my anal opening and spread his goo over my anus with his penis glans. The rigid rubbery head of his huge cock pushed against my anus till it began to allow him entrance as his huge head entered my anus he whispered 'beg for it bitch.' I grunted as he continued to push he gripped my testicles tighter and commanded again 'beg for it I said.' With a decidedly tug from him I quickly replied 'give me your dick baby,' he plunged deep into my butt I started to yell, he pulled harder on my testicle and said 'beg me like bitch should.' 'Baby, please let me have your dick,' I cried. He still wasn't satisfied 'make me believe you want it,' 'daddy fuck me with your big dick, please baby fuck me.' With that he eased up on my testicles and consecrated on sexing my butt hole. By now I was in pain from his grip on my testicles and his massive cock in my butt. I was groaning in pain and moaning in pleasure as he worked his cock back and forth in my anal cavity and kept his gripped on my testicles. My hands had gripped the dressing bench above my head to give me some leverage as he punished my up lifted butt. His feet was inside my feet, keeping them from getting under me for better support as he sexed my butt. Than he said 'talk to your daddy now bitch.' 'What you want me to say,' I ask 'bitch you know what I want to hear, say it or else.' He gripped my testicles in a vise like clinch, groaning I cried 'OOOOHHHH baby, fuck my ass,' he corrected me 'this ain't no ass it's a pussy, say that.' 'Baby fuck this pussy,' I replied, he ask 'whose pussy is it,' 'it's yours daddy,' I cried 'fuck it like you want it.' He seemed to be pleased with my answer he eased up on my testicles and slowly stroked them and my flaccid cock as he worked his huge fuck tool into my butt. 'I don't want to keep hurting you so you better let me know you like it,' he implored. 'Oh baby, get that pussy, yeah baby, throw that dick daddy,' I tried to placate him till he finish. 'If it's mine you better let me know,' he commanded. With tears flowing from my eyes and mucus from my nose I pleaded 'it's your pussy daddy, get like you want it, I'm your bitch baby breed me, give me your baby making juice.' I could tell he was beginning to enjoy what he was doing, he picked up the pace. 'Beg me to make you pregnant bitch,' he whispered. I responded 'fill my pussy with your seed baby make me your baby momma.' he let go of my testicles and took hold of both my butt cheeks and pounded into my butt till I could feel his huge cock head enlarge and soon a warm sensation flooded the insides of my rectum as he unloaded a huge amount of man juice into my sore butt hole. He grind down into me pushing my body to the bench and emptied his sacks of fluid into my accepting cavity. As we laid there he licked the back and side of my neck slowly pulling his cock from my ravage butt hole. I was so exhausted from the sex and pain that all I could do was roll off the bench to the floor and scurry under the bench for some protection as my rough lover wiped his now limp cock and slipped out of the door. I managed to get to my feet and back in the shower cleaning my self up, I walked slowly to my dorm room thinking that if he had not been so rough I might have enjoyed it so much more.

Lyle and Kyle

My name is Lyle. I will be thirteen in two months and four days. I love to swim and run so my body is perfect. I stand four foot eleven inches tall and weigh ninety eight pounds. I am broad shouldered and trim waisted with long thin legs. My feet are big and my hands are large. Everybody says that I am going to grow into a very big boy. I hope not. I like being smaller and hairless. I started getting hair around my huh huh last year. I knew my mom has some lotion stuff that she puts on her lip and under her arms and on her legs. She says it removes the hair and leaves it smoother than shaving. I started using that on my ankles and huh huh. I look like a little k** except that my thing is like five inches long and bigger around than a quarter. My b*****r is Kyle. He just turned f******n. I have seen him naked everyday of my life. We share a bedroom with twin beds. We both like to sl**p naked and our folks don't care. In fact the whole f****y kind of walks around naked at home. Sometimes my dad and us boys will watch tv naked. My mom usually wears a slip or a housecoat. We only see her naked in her bedroom or when she comes out to get a towel from the hall closet. Kyle is my hero. He likes to wrestle and is on the team at school. He is five foot four and weighs one hundred and twelve pounds. He has a tight bod with a cute butt. I dream of his butt. I want to feel of it. I want to sl**p on it like a pillow. I have seen Kyle play with his huh huh, you know his thing. He thinks I am asl**p. He sl**ps by the windows and a little light shines in and I can clearly see him rubbing his hand up and down. Sometimes, if he is in the beam of light, I can see his sperms shoot out in a high arc and land on his face and chest. He looks to see if I am still asl**p then he licks his hand off and wipes himself with his bare hand and licks it off. I would love to taste his. I love the taste of mine but I don't have as much as he does. When we wake up Kyle and I usually have an erection. I like looking at his. It is maybe an inch or so longer than mine but he is real thick, almost as big as a half a dollar. He looks at mine and smiles at me. He likes to look at me and pull his skin all the way back so that his shiny purple end stands out. I do the same and we stare at each other. This one morning we were doing that and I started to sperm. Kyle didn't know I could do that yet and he was real happy. I told him that I had been doing that for a year now. He said I didn't have any hair so I shouldn't be able to do it. I showed him the bottle of cream that I had hidden under my bed. He ran his hand over my tummy and said it was nice. We had to hurry and get dressed because today was my diving lessons at the school. I was going to be on the jr. high swim team when I start the eighth grade in two months. Our dad is a reformed d***k. I am so glad. I love him so much. He used to be so mean. He spanked me one time for spilling his drink. He stopped and looked at me as I lay there crying and he grabbed me up and hugged me and kissed me. He kept telling me how sorry he was. He took me to the basement where he had a bar along one wall. He opened every bottle on the shelf and poured it down the drain. He took me upstairs and got down on his knees in front of me. Mom and Kyle were sitting there on the couch holding each other, scared to death that he was going to beat us all like he usually did. He pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard right on the lips. He told me that he was so sorry and that he would never have another drink. He swore to mom and Kyle and me that he was going to stay sober from now on. The next morning he took us all to church. It was the first time that he had ever gone to church with us. As church was starting the pastor asked if anyone had a prayer request. My dad stood up. He made us stand with him and he put his arms around Kyle and me. The deacon handed dad the mic. "I am an alcoholic. I found out last night what I am. I vow before God and everyone here that I will never have another drink and that I will learn to be a better man and I will follow Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior." That was two years ago and he has been true to his word. He is now an elder in the church and is on the church board. We all love him so much. The first thing we did after church that day was to take the bar apart. We left the cabinet along the wall and the eight foot long four foot high mirror which was glued to the wall. He put the old hide a bed sofa out of the living room down there and then we went out and bought a new sofa for the living room and a thirty six inch tv for the basement. He cleaned out the half bath that was down there and put in a new toilet so that we could use it and he told Kyle and me that this would be our hide away. We could come down here and watch tv and be alone anytime we wanted. He put a wide table to one side of the room and put two lamps on it so we could come down here and do our homework. He took us to the store the next weekend and bought us a stereo with a cd player and tape player in it so we could have our tunes as we studied. Well that brings me back to that day. I got home from diving practice. I was so stoked. I had managed a triple gaynor for the first time. I know it's no big deal to most people but it was the first time I had done it and I nailed it. The coach was very pleased. All of the guys were patting me on the behind and making me feel really proud. I wanted to go home and get down in the basement where it was cool and maybe play with myself. I went to my bedroom and took off all of my clothes. I got a cold soda and headed down stairs. As I got to the landing of the basement steps I froze. The site I saw in the mirror took my breath away. There on the couch was Kyle and his best friend Pete. They were jacking each other's thingys and watching two men on tv doing sex stuff with a teenage boy. My guy got stiff and I started pulling on it. I sat my soda down and I guess the movement was noticed by Kyle because he was looking right into my eyes as I stroked myself. "Don't just stand there. Come on down." I picked up my soda and walked on down. They scooted apart and made me sit between them. Both of them reached over and started playing with me. They called it a cock and they wanted me to play with them. I took one of them in each hand and started rubbing up and down. I was watching their cocks as I rubbed them and they were rubbing me. Pete was stroking me and Kyle was playing with my hairless balls. Kyle told Pete that I used what he called a depilatory to remove all of my hair. Pete thought that was cool. He asked me if I would do him. I said, "sure." They told me to watch the movie. The two older guys were like in their late teens and the other boy was maybe thirteen or f******n. They lay down on the bed in a triangle and started to suck each other. "That is so hot. I want to suck a cock. Let's do it guys," Pete said. Kyle agreed so I went along. We lay down on the braided rug on the concrete floor. Pete got in front of my cock and Kyle had his in front of my face. Pete took me into his mouth and I never felt anything so good in my life. I watched as Kyle took Pete in his mouth and started going up and down on it. I took hold of Kyle's cock and looked at it real close. I stuck my tongue out and tasted it. It was okay. I put my mouth around it and it felt pretty good. Pete moved so that he had all of me in his mouth and he was going so fast that I knew I was going to cum. I took all of Kyle in my mouth and started to move up and down like he and Pete were doing. In just a few moments I felt my cum rising. I started to say something when Kyle's cock got real big in my mouth and he was shooting his hot cum right in my mouth. That did me in. I shot Pete's mouth full of my juice and I could hear him moaning and figured that he was shooting in Kyle's mouth. We lay there for the longest time just nursing on each other then Kyle sat up. "Wow, baby b*****r, that was fine." We got back on the couch and put our arms around each other and watched some more of the movie. We talked as we watched and I found out that this was the first time any of us had ever done anything. Pete stole this movie from his uncle's house over the weekend. He knew his uncle was queer and he had a big stack of DVD porno and it was all boys. He put the movie in his pocket and brought it over here to watch with Kyle. Pete had wanted to do this for sometime but he was scared. He knew that Kyle and I were naked most of the time so he took all of his clothes off and left them in our room then came down here and put the movie in. As they watched it they both got a hard on and started playing with themselves then each other. That's when I came in. So now we all like to do it together. We were all stiff again so we got down in a triangle again. This time I sucked Pete and Kyle did me. We kind of rolled our hips so our butts were flat on the ground and the sucker could get up over it. I liked that because I could get all of Pete's big dick in my mouth. He had seven inches and it was thick. He was cut so I had to really watch my teeth but I really like sucking his cock. When he shot his load it was the best thing I had ever tasted. I wanted to do this for the rest of my life. We stayed down stairs until mom and dad came home. We had done the three way twice and then we paired off and did each other until everybody had done everybody and we all had cum four times. We were really hungry that night. Dad cooked burgers outside and we each had three along with the chips and potato salad and pork and beans. I got full just as there was nothing left to eat but the paper plates. Pete spent the night and the three of us slept in the basement. We pulled out the bed and lay together thinking of different ways we could have sex. Pete was the first to take it up his butt. He let Kyle fuck him while he and I sucked each other. He really liked that. I fucked him while he and Kyle sucked then I let them fuck me. We finally got around to fucking Kyle about mid night. We went to sl**p with Pete's head at our crotches. Pete and I fell asl**p with each other's dicks in our mouths. We woke up that way at nine o'clock the next morning only I had Kyle's dick up my butt too. We all showered together and washed each other then had breakfast. Kyle and Pete had wrestling practice so I decided to run. I put on my jogging shoes and a pair of shorts. I decided to swing free. I will never do that again. My balls were so sore from banging back and forth for a fifteen mile run that I thought that I would never cum again. I told Kyle what I had done and so he and I stayed in the basement all afternoon and he just sucked my balls for me. We were watching the news on tv when dad came down the stairs. He was naked. He sat down between Kyle and me. He had a little white paper sack that had the name of a d**g store on it. He laid the sack between his legs then he kissed each of us on the mouth. He does that sometimes when he is feeling in a loving mood. We both snuggled against him as he told us how much he loved us and what kind of plans he had for our future. He told us that he wanted us to be the best we could be at whatever we wanted to be. He said if we wanted to be homeless bums we should be the best homeless bum the world had ever seen. He told us that his favorite dream was to one day pull his car into the driveway of our house that we had bought with our own money. He wanted to come into our house and sit down with our wife and maybe c***dren and hear all about our successes at work. He wanted us to succeed. He kissed us again then he picked up the tv remote and pushed the play button. Pete's DVD started playing right where the younger boy was taking both of the older boys huge cocks up his ass, at the same time. The film was very detailed and had some really close up shots along with vocals as the younger screamed out for the other two to fuck him. Dad left the movie playing but muted the sound. We were both about to shit bricks. Dad made me stand up. He took hold of my cock and felt around it. He pushed the skin back and felt of the head. He leaned forward and licked at a drop of precum that was on the tip. He made me turn around and bend over. He looked into my ass hole. He reached in the sack and pulled out a shiny tube of stuff and he squeezed about a quarter inch of clear jelly stuff on his finger. He put his finger against my ass hole and pushed it all the way in. He had me turn toward him as he felt around. All at once he hit my magic spot and my cock jerked and more pre-cum oozed out of the tip. He licked it off and turned me around again. This time he put two fingers in, one from each hand. He pulled my ass apart. That hurt but I said nothing he was up close and looking at my hole. He told me to sit down then he did the same thing to Kyle. I looked at his dick and he was totally hard and it was huge. I reached over to touch it and he slapped my hand, hard. I sat back and watched as he examined Kyle. He told Kyle to sit down. "Boys, I remember what it was like being a teenager and I am not mad about what I saw down here this morning before I left for work." Kyle and I blushed. "How long have you been messing around like that?" We told him yesterday was the first time. He wanted to know about Pete. We told him it was the first time for all of us. We told him about the DVD and how it turned us on and we wanted to try some of that stuff. He talked to us about safe sex and treating each other with respect and never to f***e anyone to do anything. He reached in the sack and gave us two tubes of KY jelly. He explained what it was and how and why it should be used. He gave us a box of twenty five condoms and told us to always use them when we messed around with anybody else but each other. We asked about Pete and he told us that as long as Pete didn't mess with anybody else we could skip the condom but he said that since we had tried this he was sure all of us, Pete too, would be doing it with other people as we learned what we liked. He told us about being careful not to let anyone find out about us. He told us that if anyone at school learned that we did these things that they would call us fags and queers. He said that some of the guys would beat us up and that some of the parents would not let their sons come around us. He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap and kissed me again only this time he stuck his tongue in my mouth. He wiggled it all around and I stuck my tongue in his mouth. All of a sudden I started cumming. All over both of us. I tried to pull away but he held me tight and kept kissing me. I felt so good but so dirty as he let me sit beside him. He took Kyle and kissed him. They kissed for the longest time but Kyle wasn't cumming. Dad scooted down on the couch and stretched his feet out. He moved Kyle so that he was stretched out on top of him and their dicks were touching each other. I was sitting so that I had a clear view of both of their dicks as dad started to rub himself back and forth against Kyle's dick. Kyle started breathing heavy and he started rubbing back and forth himself. He was pushing harder and faster and I knew he was about to cum. He blasted a load all over daddy's dick and pulled up a little. I could see the cum pouring out like a faucet. Dad pulled him down again and kept rubbing and in a few minutes he was cumming all over Kyle. Kyle sat up and we watched dad's dick squirt long, thick ropes of cum up in the air. Some landed on Kyle's chest. Some landed on me. A lot landed on dad. Dad lay there breathing hard as Kyle slipped aside and sat down. Dad reached over and sucked some of the mixed cum off of Kyle and swallowed it. He got up and stepped into the little half bath and got our hand towel. He got it damp with a little water from the sink. He came back and got on his knees. He washed Kyle's stomach and chest and all around his dick and under his balls. He then wiped me down even though I didn't have that much on me. He cleaned under my balls and pulled my skin back and wiped down the head. He started to wipe himself off and I grabbed the towel and did him. He started to stop me but then he just lay back on the floor and let me do it. Kyle slipped down to his knees and took the loose end of the towel and started wiping dad off too. "This was a learning curve. I didn't come down here to have sex with you and I won't ever do this again. I hope you know how much I love you and it is for that reason that I will not have sex with you. That would be wrong." We both leaned in and kissed him but he kept his mouth closed. He held us in a tight embrace until mom called out that dinner would be ready in five minutes. We all washed our face and hands and wiped our hands dry on each other's butts as we went upstairs to dinner. I overheard mom ask him if he felt better. He kissed her and told her that they had some very virile young sons and he was proud of us. She pulled back and told him that somebody sure tasted good. He snickered as he looked over her shoulder at me. I was standing there with the milk in my hand and holding the refrigerator door open. Life in our house remained normal except that Kyle and I slid our beds together. Dad bought us a wedge to turn two twin beds into one big bed. Mom bought king size sheets and Kyle and I slept together for the next five years until Kyle went to Iraq. Mom was at lunch with two of her friends. They were sitting at a table by a big window. A car hit the front end of a big truck and sent it crashing through the window killing seven people, including my mom and her friends. I was just starting my junior year in high school. Kyle and Pete were seniors. We were all devastated of course. Pete had been kicked out of his house for being gay and had lived with us for about five months. He and dad were good friends and after mom died Pete took to sl**ping with my dad. Kyle and I really liked being alone together. We like Pete and he is a tight fuck. He loves to be fucked so we took care of him but we just like to suck each other and fuck once in awhile. I don't really like getting fucked. It's alright in its own way but I like the taste of cum and I feel like it is going to waste in my butt. Kyle likes the feeling and I have kept myself in good enough shape that I can fuck him and bend over to catch his cum. I can just get my lips on his head and I suck all of his juice in my mouth. Then we just cuddle up and sixty nine all night. I love to wake up with his cock in my mouth. We never thought much of Pete and our dad until one morning they didn't come out for breakfast. Kyle opened the door and there was dad plowing Pete at hyper speed. We all got a laugh out of that. Pete stayed with us after school but Kyle wanted to go collect some towels. He enlisted in the Marine Corp and headed to Iraq. I was alone for seven months. Pete and dad took care of me. One night we did a three way with dad fucking Pete and him and I sucking. I really like that. For the most part though, I just slept alone and prayed for my darling Kyle. On graduation day we got the telegram. Kyle had been wounded and was on his way to a stateside hospital. I skipped graduation exercises as dad and I took off for W. Virginia. We got to see Kyle right away. He lost both legs in a land mine but I was so glad he was alive. I hugged him and kissed him with all of the passion I had. Dad pulled the curtain around his bed because some of the other wounded were looking at us with disgust. I pushed the curtain back and looked around. "That's my big b*****r and my hero and if you can't take the fact that I think that he is the biggest hunk around then fuck you." Several of the guys applauded me. One guy called me a queer. I walked over to his bed and hit him in the nuts. I was not allowed back in the ward to see Kyle. He spent a year in rehab before they sent him to the local VA hospital. He is home with us now but he has to go to rehab every day. They have fit him for some really cool legs and he is slowly learning to walk again. He sl**ps with me every night. I kind of like the fact that his legs don't get in the way when I eat his delicious ass hole or when I fuck him. I can still just reach his cock when he cums but we both like to sl**p in a sixty nine. I am going to be my b*****r's keeper for the rest of his life.

First Job and Introduction

Only two weeks left. High School would be out and Daniel’s school year as a Junior, would be at an end. He looked forward to some fun and wild times with his friends despite his father’s continued pushing for him to get a summer job. He looked forward to sl**ping late, eating, beaching, cycling and most of all fucking as many different girls as possible. He looked forward to it all until he came home and found a summer jobs listing his Dad had left on his bed. There was no getting around it; he knew his father would win. Daniel’s dream of a summer of debauchery seemed to fade before his eyes, even before the fun got started. He and his dad had this conversation many times, so Daniel shouldn’t have been surprised. He knew he’d have to do it. One classified listing caught his eyes. ‘Men’s Health Club – Towel boy wanted.’ That might not be too bad. Working in a health club, exercising, free workouts, building up his body. He called the number and an appointment was set for later that day. His dad would be pleased and it all just might work out. If he really had to work, it might not be a bad way to spend the summer. At four that afternoon, he parked in front of the Health Club located near the downtown business district. It was a modern looking building of polished stone and glass, he’d never heard of it before, but there were a lot of health clubs these days, more than you could count. As he entered, he took in the sleek white interior, white walls, mirrors and modern black furniture highlighted the impressive lobby. He met the owner John at the front desk, an older guy, nicely built as to be expected for a club owner. After a quick introduction and firm handshake, he followed John into his office. The owner’s office was equally impressive and modern. Black leather furniture, and glass desk set centered in the room facing the door. The walls were highlighted with black and white images of strong developed males posed to emphasize their bodies and physique. “So you want to be my towel boy for the summer,” John asked, taking his seat behind the desk gesturing to the chair facing him for Daniel. “I do,” Daniel replied trying to sound confident and interested. “We’re a men’s club here,” John began, “mostly business men working out around work and f****y responsibilities, almost exclusively professional types, older. We work hard here to please them and keep them happy and coming back. If you work here, you’re gonna work hard to please them too.” “I need a k** like you to service the guys; make sure they have what they need, towels, soap, whatever. You’ll spend most of your time in the dressing room by the shower. Any problems so far?” “No,” Daniel answered, “surely think I can handle that. Do I get to use of the gym when I’m not working?” “No problem,” John replied. “I expect the guys that work here to be well-built, healthy specimens. But during working hours, I expect you to be on call whenever clients are around. Looks like you’ve got a pretty good build, that’s important to the image of the Club.” “Thanks, I work at it,” Daniel boasted. “I’ll need to check you out a little closer,” John went on. “Take your clothes off.” “Now,” Daniel sputtered, surprised at the request. “Yes,” John snapped, “now, strip!” Daniel could see that he wasn’t k**ding and that he obviously didn’t like being questioned. This guy exuded an impressive confidence and control that Daniel liked. He stood and slowly pulled his shirt over his head. He stood and waited as John checked out his chest. He wasn’t very hairy, his chest and arms, and legs were fairly hairless. Daniel flexed his arms and his chest to show off as much as possible. He had a slight six-pack. He was slim and had a nice shape. “Not bad,” John commented, “keep going.” Daniel hoping the shirt would have been enough, reluctantly undid his jeans and pushed them down, stepping out. He kicked off his sandals and stood in just his boxers. “Turn around a couple times,” John ordered. Daniel felt his face flushing as he turned to let this new perspective employer actually check out his ass and legs. “Boxers too,” John went on. “I want to see the full package.” “What for,” Daniel moaned, seriously thinking this job might not be a good idea. “I told you,” John barked, growing impatient and irritated, “we have standards here, and I want to make sure you’re willing to do whatever is necessary to service our clients. Now get ‘em off!” Daniel thought a moment and reluctantly slid his boxers down, kicked them aside. He’d never been ashamed of his body, knew his dick was good-sized, six inches soft, but being put on display like this was too weird, definitely out of the ordinary. “Not bad,” his new potential boss went on, “good-sized cock. Does it get a lot of use?” “What do you mean,” Daniel grunted, nervous, unsure of the situation. “Do you fuck, jack-off, you know what I mean?” “Yah,” Daniel sputtered, I….guess so.” “You guess so,” John shouted. “Do you fuck or not? Guys or Girls? If you’ve got a problem with this, you’d better just get the fuck out of here. I want a guy who’s willing to work for me, no questions asked. Got it?” “Yes,” Daniel grunted, “I fuck, girls, and jack-off regularly.” “You ever played around with guys?” John asked concentrating on Daniel’s cock. “No,” Daniel replied, offended at the question, “never.” “God- Damn it,” John muttered. “I want a guy who’s willing to suck a cock if a client asks and not give it a second thought. I guess you’re not the guy for the job.” “Wait, wait,” Daniel pleaded. He’d never thought about it, never wanted to or thought he’d ever… “How often…where….” “Whenever and wherever you’re told,” John smirked. “And for that and other services I’ll pay you a thousand a week, but I demand complete discretion and compliance with whatever you’re told to do. If you’re too uptight to give a guy a little fun, then you’re not right for this job. Now you’re wasting my time k**, unless you’ve got the balls to agree.” “A thousand a week,” Daniel blurted, shocked by the amount. “Yes, a thousand a week, you interested or not?” “I’m…” Daniel stuttered. “For Christ’s sake,” John shouted, “Get the hell out, you’re wasting my time.” “No, wait,” Daniel begged, thinking about all that money. “Guess I could maybe.... give it a try.” “You guess you could,” John shouted, “either say Yes Sir or get out.” Daniel stood staring, thinking. The idea of sucking a guy’s cock grossed him out, the idea of that much cash on the other hand. He stood naked, thinking, considering the possibilities. John stood and pointing at the door, shouted “Get dressed, leave!” “No,” Daniel argued, “Can I go home, think about it?” “This is a one time offer k**,” John replied. “It’s now or never. There’s hundreds of guys willing to do as I demand for that type of money.” “Okay,” Daniel responded with as convincing a tone a possible, “I’ll do it, I’ll take the job.” “So it’s yes…..what?” Daniel didn’t understand at first and then he replied, “yes Sir.” “Good,” John boasted, pleased at his new hire. “To make sure, get over here and suck mine to seal the deal.” “Now?” Daniel asked, eyes wide, fear spreading. “NOW,” John snapped as he began to undo his belt. “If you’ve never sucked a cock, you’re gonna have to learn how fast.” John stood and dropped the dress slacks he was wearing exposing his cock and balls, no underwear, and leaned back in his leather desk chair. Daniel moved around behind the desk and looking at the thick cock, knelt in front of him. ‘A thousand bucks a week’ he kept repeating in his head. ‘And my dad off my ass about a job’ he thought. ‘A thousand bucks a week’ he kept thinking. “How do I…” he stammered. “Do I just…” “Jesus,” John sighed. He grabbed Daniel’s head and jammed his mouth against his growing cock. “Just do it! Suck, kiss, lick, whatever feels right. Any guy knows what a cock wants. Just do it. No whining.” Daniel’s face was smashed into John groin, his cock pressed against Daniel’s lips. He knew better then pull back. John rubbed his face back and forth across his cock, down to his balls, up the growing shaft again and pushed Daniel’s mouth on his cockhead, now hard and demanding. Daniels tightened lips relaxed and the cockhead pushed in. He hadn’t had time to think about it before he tasted his first cock, a cock actually in his mouth, on his tongue. It was thick and huge and hot. He didn’t think, he pressed his tongue up against the head and shaft as John began to pull back and forth, moving the thick tool along Daniel’s tongue toward his throat. He moved slowly back and forth moaning. “That’s it,” John grunted, “feel it, tighten your mouth around it and for God’s sake and yours, don’t let your teeth sc**** against it. Your job is to make me feel great, you know what a cock wants, what makes it feel good. Use your mouth to please me.” Daniel tightened around the throbbing thing riding his mouth, felt it move back and forth, deeper each time. His eyes were open, looking at the thick patch of black pubic hair in front of his eyes, at the tight male abs above, and up at the smirking face of his new boss, of the first guy to use him this way. His head spun with thoughts of shame, regret, second-thoughts, his dad screaming about getting a job, and back to all that money. He closed his eyes and let it happen, accepted it. He’d felt his cock many times, the only cock he’d ever felt. This was different, it was another guy’s cock and he had it in his mouth, using him. It was thick and hot; he felt it throbbing against his lips on his tongue. After what seemed like hours, John’s thrusting increased, his moaning got louder and then the first splash of something, Daniel knew what, against the back of his throat. Then more, and more, and more. “Swallow,” John ordered. “It’s part of the full-service package. Tighten your mouth more as I finish.” Daniel swallowed the bitter thick cum filing his mouth. He kept swallowing till it was gone, his eyes still closed. He sat on his heels, naked, used, vulnerable and totally humiliated. John finally pulled Daniel’s head off his cock, it popped free, wet shiny, still hard. “Lick the tip again to make sure the last drop is gone. I don’t want any cum on my slacks.” Daniel looked up at John, disgusted, but did as he’d been told. He leaned in and sticking out his tongue, wiped the last drop of cum off John’s cock tip. He swallowed. “Look there,” John said pointing at Daniel’s cock. “Nice and hard, I guess you didn’t hate it too much.” Daniel was shocked that he was hard and throbbing. He reached down and wrapping his fingers around his cock began to stroke it. No reason to be modest here, not anymore, not after what he’d been made to do. He began stroking. John grabbed his hand, stopped him. “No, not until I say so.” “What,” Daniel moaned. “You heard me,” John smiled. “I’ll tell you when and where and I’ll know if you don’t comply. If you ever don’t follow my orders, you’re fired and you’re gone. Clear?” Daniel hung his head, “clear,” he squeaked. “Did pretty good for your first time k**. But I did the pumping. You’re gonna have to take control of the speed and depth depending on what the guys want. Understand?” “Yes,” Daniel added. “How often will I have to do this?” “All depends on what the clients want, what they demand. One more thing,” John added. “Before you show up tomorrow for your first day, I want those pubs shaved off, I want your cock and balls as hairless as a baby. Guys love that. Especially the older clientele here.” “Shaved,” Daniel spouted with disgust. “My pubic hair?” “Shaved,” John shouted, “every hair. You got a problem with that?” “But….” Daniel pleaded. “No buts, just do it.” John stood and pulled up his pants, fastened them. “Get dressed and I’ll show you around.” Daniel could hardly concentrate on the tour or anything John was saying. He kept tasting the stuff that had filled his mouth, he kept thinking of the cock that had filled him, had used him. A cock had actually been f***ed into his mouth, his mouth. John’s cock had dumped a load there. He’d had a guy’s thing in his mouth. The thoughts swirled through his head and despite the reality of a thousand dollar weekly benefit, he gagged, almost sick at what had happened. That night as he sat quiet in his room, he couldn’t stop thinking about the day, what had happened and what he had to do before his first official day at work. He pulled up the waistband of his boxers and looked at his cock, at the hair surrounding it. Could he actually shave it off as he’d been told? As he sat thinking, his bedroom door opened, his dad stuck his head in. “How’d the interview go?” he asked. “Did you get the job.” “I got it,” Daniel replied, not wanting to talk about it. “Great,” his dad beamed. “When do you start.” “Tomorrow.” “Great,” his dad went on, “proud of you. Make sure you work hard and do whatever they ask.” “But,” Daniel stuttered, “I am not sure it’s right for me. Not sure I want to do the things they ask.” “Damn it Daniel,” his dad barked before Daniel could elaborate. “You’ve gotta learn to do what’s necessary in life to get ahead. You’ve gotta work this summer. College is only a year away. You can’t just waste your life. Sometimes we have to make the hard choices. We have to make sacrifices. Take the job and do it!” “Okay,” Daniel replied, defeated. If his dad only knew what he’d done today, what he’d probably have to do tomorrow. Once his dad left, he went into the bathroom, locked the door. With scissors and a safety razor, and a whole lot of shaving cream, he accomplished the grooming requirement. He looked in the mirror at his hairless cock and balls, smooth and baby pink as ordered. The only hair left was the curly blond hair that fell around his face. He felt humiliated. He remembered when his blond pubs first started growing in, he couldn’t keep his eyes or his hands off. Now it was hairless like a baby, like John had ordered and he wasn’t even allowed to jack-off to break-in the new look. He went to bed.

MOMS DUTY

My mother always told me to be obliging and submissive before the men in my life. "Their lives and ours are too different to understand each other. You'll make a better man of your husband if you are his wife, mother, nurse, and teacher, all at once. And the same for your sons and father. They don't know it, but they need it. You should be obliging even when they don't ask for your help," were her words of wisdom. I never forgot her lesson. I watched her oblige to my father's every need and desire -- make him food, clean up after him, support his ideas, and answer his every command. When I grew older I realized that her submission, her obliging without request, probably extended to the bedroom. It only seemed natural. At times I was repulsed by her near-servant status, but I recognized over time that my parent's relationship was much stronger and more intimate than the relationships of my friend's parents. We were conservative people with conservative values and who was I to question what worked. And so, when I married my husband, Jake, I followed my mother's lead. I did everything for him; I gave him my heart and mind, and yielded my body before his whether he asked for it or not. In the bedroom, I let myself become an object before his lust and existed to merely please his desires. I found this partly degrading at first, but soon found it exciting. My body was not my own when we were together -- it was his. I disengaged myself when we fucked and found myself experiencing my body and my orgasms through his body and through his orgasms. And I discovered that I wasn't sexual except in the act of submission, except when my sexuality was extracted from me by my husband's molestations. My friends had no idea. I never talked about sex to any of them. I wore long skirts or dresses that did not reveal my slender, sexualized body. I attended church twice a week, helped with its organizing efforts and taught Sunday School for a time. Nobody knew about my slavish sexual nature. We had our son when I was just twenty and I ensured that we raised him in a conservative and familial environment like the one I was brought up in. My husband went to work and I stayed home to look after our son, Robbie. He was homeschooled until high school, when he decided that he wanted to venture beyond my classroom. And it was late in high school that my relationship with my son changed.... I suppose that all mothers discover that their sons masturbate at some point. The evidence accumulates beyond a doubt. Mattresses, pillows, and sheets are stained. Tissues pile up in bathroom and bedroom waste baskets. Socks and towels become sticky and then crusty. And, in my case, disorder in my underwear drawer provided clues that someone had been there. No mother wants to believe the evidence, however, until the moment she actually stumbles upon the act. And when I walked in on Robbie, one evening after school, I had to fain shock. He had left his bedroom door open a crack and so I did not knock. I was collecting laundry and wanted to let him know that dinner would be ready in ten minutes when I entered. There he was, lying on his bed when his penis in hand, ogling a Victoria Secret catalogue. He immediately laid the catalogue over his penis to hide it from view and I backed out of the room. "Oh my...." I exclaimed as I moved into the hallway. "Jesus, mom!" Robbie shouted in embarrassed surprise. "Don't use that word, young man," I shouted back, temporarily forgetting its context. "The Lord's name is not to be taken in this house ever!" "Sorry mom, but....I'll.....I'll be down in a few minutes to dinner, just give me a few minutes," Robbie said. He was clearly humiliated and couldn't think of what to say. I felt the same and thought that the space of a few minutes, his temporary solution to the problem of what should pass between mother and son and a moment like this, would be good and proper. "Fine," I said, "dinner will be ready in ten." I left the laundry basket I had been carrying upstairs and went down to the kitchen. I stirred pots that didn't need stirring and went through other automatic tasks mindlessly. I was confounded by what to say to my son. Perhaps his father should be the one to talk to him, but his father was not at home. Jake left early in the morning, before Robbie or I awoke, and returned after dinner. His job kept him late these days as the flailing economy demanded more productivity from those who were lucky to keep their jobs. But bringing Jake into this would just cause more embarrassment; it would mean another person finding out something that Robbie clearly wanted to keep secret. So what to do? Do I talk to him? Should I ignore what I just saw and allow him to continue on? Among these thoughts came to my mind words my husband always said, "masturbation is an act for those who are not loved." He said that he never masturbated, that he endlessly preferred me and I believed him. When we were younger he used my body to pleasure himself many times a day and although we had grown older and the sex had slowed, he knew that if he wanted "release" all he had to do was take me. And so now my son was masturbating. So he was "not loved" as my husband would say. He had no girlfriend, and if he had then my husband and I would have forbade premarital sex. He had no other outlet for his natural male urges but to satisfy himself. It seemed a cheerless and inappropriate means to a necessary end. I then thought of my mother's words, "be obliging and submissive before the men in your life." The depth and wisdom of those words guided me throughout my life and then seemed to bear a weight now. Obliging and submissive, that was my role as wife and mother. I had two men in my life and they each needed me to make them better, to make them successful, rounded, and worldly men. I was what my husband needed, but now, after walking in on Robbie, I began to doubt that I was what my son needed. He was lonely; he was trying to experience something that was inherently social as an individual and the pathetic reality of that slapped me in the face. The truth that I was letting him down confronted me and threatened to haunt me forever if I did nothing to change my relationship with my son. It had been about ten minutes, but Robbie had yet to come downstairs. There was no sound or movement coming from upstairs. I imagined him sitting on his bed, petrified of what awaited him at the dinner table. I felt responsible for this sad image. I turned off the stove tops and the oven and ascended the stairs. I would confront him, ask him about his needs and why he was masturbating, and exorcize the demons that had already begun to haunt me. When I knocked on his door I heard a faint, "um...come in?" I entered and found him sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. He looked scared and guarded. "I didn't come to yell at you or embarrass you further, baby," I said. "I merely came to have a brief chat and see what we can do to make things better for you in this house." "Better?" he questioned. "Yes, better. You see," I began, "I feel that what I saw you doing a few minutes ago is a symptom of my mothering. I think that it is a result of a weakness in our relationship -- an indication that something needs to be remedied." "Mom, it has nothing to do with you. I'm just a guy and that's what guys do." "It has everything to do with me, Robbie. It is not 'just what guys do;' it is a perversion of nature; it is what guys do when they can't do it properly.....with a woman." "Well, I'm not that popular in school. I've never been with a woman," he said. "I know. And I wouldn't want that. Premarital sex is wrong; you shouldn't be with random girls experimenting. It's dangerous and sinful." "Then I'll stop altogether and just ignore those urges. That's what you want, right?" "No, honey. They are natural enough urges. They are God's way of telling you that you need a partner to share them with. The orgasm is a miracle, but only when it's shared with someone you love, not when its arrived at alone or awkwardly experienced out of sheer curiosity with some teenage girl." "Then what do you suggest?" he asked. He still could hardly look at me. The conversation we were having was too intimate for his comfort. Our f****y did not have conversations about sex and it was affecting him. "What I'm suggesting," I said, touching his chin with my fingers and directing his gaze into mine, "is that as your mother I should be willing to give myself to your urges. My body is not mine alone, it is partly yours. You were born inside of it and it will be yours until I return to God. If you need to orgasm it should be with me, inside of me." "Are you joking?" he asked. His face had a look of disbelief. He hadn't expected me to say what I said. "I love you, Robbie, and I just want to be an obliging and submissive mother to you. And I think that this it what is needed on my part right now. What do you think?" "I don't know. I don't know anything about sex or pleasuring a woman; I just know my own urges and pleasures." "That's fine, honey. That's all you need. Don't worry about me. I want you to think of my body as a tool for you to gain pleasure. Don't worry about foreplay or romance or any of that stuff -- that's not what this is about. This agreement is about you gaining the release that young men your age need -- quickly, efficiently, and properly, with someone who loves you. Does that sound good?" "It sounds funny, but I guess, okay." "Good, then tell me, are you in need of release right now? You were ten minutes ago, but did you finish?" "No I didn't finish, I was too embarrassed to continue." "Good. Then before dinner, we'll have a test run and I'll show you what I mean." I stood up from the bed. My son looked into my face and then down my body. He was in awe of what was about to happen. I was wearing a housewife dress that went beyond knee length. I reached behind me and unzipped the dress and let it fall to the ground. Robbie gulped as my body unveiled itself to him for the first time. I was wearing white cotton panties and a white bra, but my flat stomach and curves of my hips and medium breasts were visible to him in a way that was unimaginable before. I then removed my bra and let my breasts hang freely on my chest. My small nipples pointed at my son. I was arousing myself at my own actions, at my own submission. Then, I reached to remove my underwear and exposed the bushy patch between my legs to my son's stark gaze. I said nothing, I merely removed my clothes, obligingly and submissively, for Robbie's enjoyment. It felt remarkably safe and familiar and reminded me of when I did the same for the first time for Jake on our wedding night. "What.....what do I do?" Robbie asked, gawking at my nipples and then shifting again to my pussy. "I am going to lay down on your bed and spread my legs a bit for you. All you have to do is take off your pants, lay on top of me, and insert your penis in the slit between my legs," I said, spreading the slit with my fingers to show him the entranceway to my innards. "Then you just thrust until you orgasm, just like when you masturbate." "But, won't that make you pregnant?" He asked. "No, honey, I'm on birth control. You can't make me pregnant. Nothing can go wrong. You are in a safe place with the person who loves you most in the world." "And I can touch you and your body?" "You may do to my body whatever you like. And you can request from me anything that you would like, anything that will help you achieve pleasure. Don't be afraid to ask." Robbie stood up and watched me as I laid down on his bed. I put my head on his pillows and lay on my back, spreading my legs a bit, just like I promised. He was paralyzed with fear and awe at my submission. "Just remove your pants, Robbie, and lay down on top of mommy. I promise, it will feel good." Robbie unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs along with his underwear. Under his hanging shirt I could see the swell of his penis. "And my shirt?" he asked. "Take it off too, you'll be able to feel my breasts on your chest and it'll feel better." He removed his shirt and his penis came back into full view. It reminded me of Jake's when he was Robbie's age and we were married. It was stiff and purple and blue and made me wet in remembrance. "Come on, baby," I enticed him, "just climb on top of me and stick your penis inside of mommy. I promise it'll feel great." Robbie followed my command this time. He awkwardly climbed atop me from the side and fell onto me. Feeling his weight above me made me cringe with pleasure. He was too heavy and strong for me to fight or push off if I changed my mind now and I suddenly felt my own urges surface in my actions. I reached down between us and grabbed his penis. "Mommy?" Robbie asked, rhetorically. "Don't worry, baby. Mommy's going to take care of you." I yanked a few times on his penis to make sure it was hard. It felt like a metal rod, it was so stiff. I placed it at the opening of my pussy and told him to push. "Ugh!" Robbie let out, as he let his weight push his penis into me. "Mommy, mommy, I've thought about this," he confessed as he began humping wildly into my center. "I know baby. It's perfectly natural. That's why I'm here for you. Now, just cum inside of mommy, empty yourself into me, Robbie. Come on, Mommy's here for you, always." I held his hips as they gyrated into me. "MommMeee!" Robbie let out as he came a moment later. He had lasted about ten seconds. At the time I was a bit surprised, but looking back it made sense. He had never seen a naked woman, had never touched one, and it is touching to think how quickly I was able to satisfy my son. Robbie panted for a second and then leaned down to kiss my left breast while fondling my right. He was exhausted from the most fulfilling cum he had ever experienced, and yet he seemed suddenly hurried. It was as though he realized that the sex was over and the magic of my body was about to leave him. He desperately wanted to explore, to fulfill his curiosity, before I took myself away forever. "Relax, baby. Just relax. I'm not going anywhere. My body is yours to enjoy whenever you want. We're done here now. Why don't we go down to dinner? Later, when you feel up to it, we can do this again." "Okay mom, I really want to. I'm tired, but I really want to again." "I know, sweetie. There'll be plenty of time for that." At dinner Robbie and I sat quietly for a while and then began discussing neutral topics: school, the neighbor's new dog, our summer vacation. Then, Robbie found the courage to bring up his father. "What about dad?" he asked, "won't dad be angry if he finds out about what just happened?" "I don't know," I answered truthfully. "To be honest, I hadn't planned on telling him. I think we should keep it a secret and not tell anyone. If anyone finds out, then we'll have to stop." "Aren't you cheating on him though?" he asked. "I don't think so. I love you both and you both know that. I am willing to do what I can to make each of you happy in your own ways. He is my husband and you are my son. Those categories won't change. Only, you and I, as mother and son, will be closer. I am cheating on him as much as I do when I make you dinner as well as him. It is my duty to fulfill both of your needs and he knows that." "Ah..." he said, and looked down at his plate. Jake came home shortly after we finished dinner and Robbie disappeared into his room. It seemed like he was nervous around his father in a way he had never been before. I thought it was cute and thoughtful of him to consider his father so much. His father, however, didn't consider him when he fucked me, so why shouldn't Robbie do the same? The next morning I lay sl**ping in bed and Jake kissed me before he left like he always does. It was early and I woke slowly as I heard Jake close the front door and his car leave the driveway. Robbie was still asl**p. He wouldn't need to wake for school for another half hour. I left bed and decided to visit my son, to see if he needed his mother. I entered Robbie's room and found him asl**p. A sheet covered his body, but I could see an engorged penis beneath it. Just like Jake, Robbie was going to wake up overflowing with desire. I lifted the sheet and found Robbie in his boxer shorts. His penis had navigated its way out through the slit in the front of the shorts and was fully erect. I kneeled next to my son's bed, as though in prayer, and took his penis in my mouth. I licked and sucked at it, trying to quench the desire my son didn't even knew he had yet. He woke after only a few seconds. "Mom, oh mom, please....yes...." he said when he looked down to see me devouring his cock. But then he began to emerge from his daze, "Where's dad?" he suddenly asked, partly sitting up. "Your dad's gone to work. Don't worry about him. This is about you." I continued to suck on his penis and he began to thrust his hips and fuck my face. He was moaning in pure joy and I felt fully like a good mother in that moment. "Mommy, I want to be inside of you again...I want to cum inside of you again like yesterday," he whispered. "Okay, baby," I said. And I stood up and took off my nighty so that he could see my fully nude body. I then clasped his underwear and pulled them down and off the bed. "Just stay still baby, mommy will do the work." With this, I climbed atop my son so that he see my chest and watch as my torso lowered down upon his penis. When he felt himself slip inside he moaned again. "Oh God, mom, that feels amazing," he said. "I know, baby. Anything for you, my baby boy," I said, as I began to hump him to tempt his cum into my body. "Don't hold back, Robbie. Cum into your mommy's pussy. Mommy wants all of your cum in her wet pussy, baby. Tell me you want to cum in your mommy's pussy, Robbie!" I ordered him, as I sat on him, gyrating faster on his small twin bed. "I want to cum inside your pussy, mommy. I've always wanted to cum inside you. You're so beautiful, mom. You're perfect, I can't believe how PERFECT you are," he shouted as he came. He had lasted more than thirty seconds this time. "Thank you, darling," I told him. "I think you are perfect too. And remember, whenever you need me, whenever you need my body, just take it. It's yours to play with, my love. So long as we are alone, my body is not mine, but yours. Now, it's time to get showered and ready for school." I raised myself off of his cock and picked up my nighty from the floor. "I'll make you breakfast," I said as I left the room. That day I worked around the house and thought about what had transpired between my son and I. It had been a while since I'd had sex two times in a short period like that. It was fun to remember how sexy I used to feel under the crush of my husband's lust. Robbie, now, was just the same. And his dirty talk, remembering Robbie's flash of dirty talk made my pussy momentarily wet. Hearing my son's sexual thoughts, uncensored, was glorious. I felt so close to him; I felt like our honesty had reached a peak during intercourse. But I didn't allow my thoughts to drift too far astray. What I was doing was out of duty; it was for Robbie. It was not about me or my pleasure. In the afternoon Robbie came home from school, but I didn't hear. I was standing over the kitchen sink and the water was running loudly. Suddenly, I felt his hands wrap around my belly and clasp. "Oh!" I exclaimed, "hi, honey, how was school?" "It was awful, mom," he said, his hands moving down below my belly button and in between my legs where he palmed my pussy beneath my bunched up skirt, "all I could think about was you and how I want you." I let out a moan as he increased the pressure on my pussy. "Then just take me, Robbie, I'm all yours." Now that he had my permission he gained his courage. In a swift move he moved me from before the sink to face the kitchen table two steps away. He pushed my torso down across the table so that my backside arched at the table's edge and my feet remained on the ground. "Stay like that," he commanded me. I didn't say a word, but remained still and let him contort and use my body. I felt my pussy get wet at the sound of his command; I was experiencing myself through his eyes, just like with my husband. He bunched my skirt in his hands and pulled it up and onto my back, exposing my ass. I was wearing my conservative white cotton panties. These he quickly pulled down and I stepped out of them. Then I felt nothing. He was not touching me, he was gazing. My ass and pussy were fully exposed to his gaze, to his want. I was presenting myself to my son as though I was some kind of a****l. I finally felt his hands touch my bottom and skirt the base of my crack along my asshole. It tickled and I startled. Then I heard his pants drop and felt the tip of his penis impale my wet pussy. "Ugh," he let out as he entered me, "fuck yeah, I waited all day for this!" I reached out my hands to grasp of the farther edge of the table as he pounded into me. "Is this what you like, baby?" I whispered in a hoarse, breathy voice, interrupted by the sensations pulsing through my body. "Is this how you want mommy? Bent over a table for you? Her pussy up in the air, begging for your cock?" "Mommy, yes, yes, this is what I want, always!" "Whatever you want baby, just tell me whatever you want." At this he slowed his fucking. He was learning control, he was becoming braver and full of self-possession that my body truly was his from now on. He then began to speak, thrusting his dick deep into me every few words to emphasize his commands. "I want YOU to stop wearing UNDERwear in the house. I WANT complete access to your PUSSY at all TIMES!" "Ok Baby, no more underWEAR,"I let out, panting from the pleasure of being dominated by my son. "What else DO you want?" "I want you to wake me up every MORNING like this morning. I want you to COME into my room when dad leaves and suck on my COCK to wake me up." "Okay, baby. Mommy's mouth will be your alarm clock every MORNING!" "Good," he said, and then began fucking me frantically again. I was close to orgasming. I hadn't yet orgasmed with Robbie; he had been too quick before. But now I felt the pressure inside my pussy building. My pussy was going to explode. But I heard Robbie's panting increase as well -- he was on the verge of cumming. The thought of him cumming inside of me only made my orgasm that much closer, but before it could arrive Robbie collapsed onto my back, panting in exhaustion. I could feel the tingle of his penis as it shot out its remaining load. I felt disappointed for a moment. I was so close. But I was proud of my son; it had barely been a day and he had progressed so far. By the end of the week I would surely be cumming with him. Later that night, Jake came home and we lazily watched television in the f****y room. Robbie came downstairs later in the evening, when Jake was on the verge of dozing off, and sat with us. He was skirmish and uncomfortable, I could see. He sat on the couch near me and constantly turned his gaze from the tv to me. Jake, unaware of what was occurring in his son's mind, dozed in the ottoman next to the couch. After an unbearable period, I looked over at my son. There, in his crotch, I could see a massive erection. "Poor boy," I thought, "that can't be easy to deal with." "Honey," I said loudly, waking Jake from his slumber, "why don't you go to bed?" I'll be up after this show's over. "Yep," answered my husband rotely. "It was a hard day; I should go lay in bed." He walked upstairs in a daze. Robbie and I both heard him enter our bedroom and then close the door behind him. He was exhausted and would strip and lay in bed for only a minute before falling asl**p to the world. I stood up and turned off the tv. "I was watching that!" said Robbie. "I wanted to stay down here longer." "I didn't say that you had to leave," I said. "But we need to be able to hear if your father gets up again." I walked over to my son and stood before him. "It looks like you have a problem that only mommy can fix," I said, gesturing towards his crotch. "I can't stop thinking about your body," he said. "That's nice to hear, baby; it's flattering." I reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, exposing his erect penis. "Are you wearing underwear?" he asked. "Nope. I told you I wouldn't anymore," I said, as I moved myself onto his lap, facing him and straddling his legs. I kissed his face and lowered my pussy onto his cock. "Hmmmm," I moaned as I felt his dick fill me. "Mommy, will take care of your problem," I whispered into his ear and began grinding my crotch into his, "just stay still and mommy will take all that cum away from you." "I want to see your breasts, mom," Robbie whimpered. "Okay, baby." I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off, and then removed my bra. My boobs, with their tiny nipples dangled inches from my son's face. "Suck on them, Robbie, like when you were a c***d. Suck on mommy's tits, baby." He began to suck ferociously back and forth on my chest. And I ground my pussy harder on his cock, feeling the hair from our crotches tangle and tickle. "Come on, baby," I said, speeding up my gyrations, "cum inside of mommy's cunt. Mommy needs your cum!" I yelled, quietly, at him. "Ohhh, mom. I can't hold it much longer!" "I know baby," I hurried him, "just release it all into mommy." And with that he came inside of me, his penis spurting and fizzling inside of my pussy like firecrackers exploding in the air. My pussy muscles tightened and released, squeezing every drop of cum from his penis. "Is that better, baby?" I asked. "Yes, mommy," he said, burying his head into my chest and beginning to think about dreaming already. "Good, Robbie, now go to bed," I ordered, climbing off of him and feeling some of his cum spill out of my pussy and run down my leg, "mommy will see you in the morning when it's time to wake up." The next morning I kissed my husband goodbye, waited for him to leave the house, and then stripped off all of my clothes. I entered my son's room to find him dead asl**p. He was naked under his covers and didn't awaken when I removed them from his body. There he lay, on his back, with his penis half-engorged. It was beautiful, and I realized at that moment that I had anxiously awaited this moment and every other, that I was anticipating those times when Robbie and I were alone and could love each other. I kneeled on my son's bed and began kissing his cock. It responded immediately to my stimulation, perking and twisting to form in only seconds. Once it was erect, I took it in my mouth and sucked on it as hard as I could. "Oh.....mom...." I heard Robbie's voice as he woke to see my naked form taking his cock in my mouth, "that feels amazing!" I didn't say a word to him, I didn't want to release him from my mouth. I wanted to drink my son's elixir at that moment, more than anything. I needed to taste him. The thought of his semen's taste began to make my pussy wet. Before long, I was nearly dripping with anticipation. I sucked faster and harder, trying to draw the white liquid out of his body and into my mouth. "Mommy...." he whispered as I worked on him. "Mommy......mommy....keep sucking..." I had never been so wet. I didn't know exactly how to relieve myself. I wanted him to cum in my mouth, not my cunt, and so I reached between my legs and began rubbing and fingering myself. Robbie's view of his mothering playing with herself was probably blocked by my bobbing head, but the sound of my hand fucking my own pussy was perfectly audible. I was pounding myself violently, trying to cum before my son did. He tried to look up, confused at first, but finally realized what was happening and the image of his mommy fucking herself to orgasm while thinking about his cum in her mouth was too much for him. My little boy's penis jerked in my mouth and began firing its load across the back of my mouth. The knowledge that he had ejaculated exhilarated me, but it was the first taste of his semen that sent my own orgasm over the edge. My pussy and ass, both sticking up in the air away from my son's view, began gyrating uncontrollably as I rubbed out my orgasm and drank Robbie's cum. I moaned into his crotch and unplugged my mouth only so that I could swallow the load and begin lapping at his penis for any stray collections of cum. "Mom, that was unbelievable. I never want to wake up another way in my life!" Robbie exclaimed. "Thank you......thank you." I had removed my own hand from my crotch and used it to push myself off the bed. I stood naked before him, flushed and excited. "You're welcome, baby," I told him, and left the room to make him breakfast. Throughout the day the wetness between my legs resurfaced whenever I thought of my son's cock and how he had taken me over the kitchen table the day before. I wanted him to do it again! I wanted to feel his body overpower and dominate mine. A few times I reached down and began playing with my cunt, but had to restrain myself. "No," I told myself, "my relationship with Robbie is about serving him, it is not about my pleasure. It is about his." But when three o'clock came and I knew he would be home any minute, I could no longer contain myself. My pussy simply couldn't wait to be impaled by his cock. Accordingly, I stood in the kitchen and began to undress, just thinking about him. I removed my skirt, my blouse, and my bra. Of course, I still was not wearing underwear per Robbie's request. I folded my clothes and put them on a chair and cleared the table. And when I heard the front door open I leaned completely forward at the hips over the table, letting my chest rest against the tabletop, reaching with my hands to its farther side, and once again, presenting myself to my son. Robbie walked in the room and dropped his bag. I couldn't see his face. Mine was on the table, but I heard him begin to remove his clothes in the middle of the kitchen and approach me. My ass and pussy was wide open to him and I finally felt his hand cup my crotch. "Ughhhh......" I let out. He began rubbing me, picking up my wetness onto his hand. I was moaning like one having an asthma attack. Breathing deeply from the core of my being, anticipating my son's cock breaking past my pussy lips. Robbie's hands moved into my pussy and out again. I knew I was going to cum when he put his penis in me; today I was going to cum. Suddenly, his finger, wet with my pussy juices, touched my asshole and then pushed into it without much warning. I was caught off guard! I felt violated for a moment, but then remembered that my body was his playground and I was to be submissive before his curiosity. The feeling of his finger in my asshole is hard to describe. It felt invasive and uncomfortable. But at the same time, it was incredibly intimate and became sexual. "Mommy, your bottom is so beautiful. I can't imagine anything more beautiful," Robbie longingly whispered to me. "It's all yours, my darling. Mommy's ass is yours." "I need to fuck it, mommy. Not right now, I won't right now, but I need to fuck your ass." His finger continued to probe my asshole as he spoke. "Okay, my love. Whenever you want it. It'll hurt, but mommy wants you to be happy," I said. Then, in one movement, Robbie's finger pulled out of my ass and I felt his penis invade my pussy. He was excited by my permission to fuck my ass whenever he wanted. His impulse to fuck overtook him and he pounded at my exposed pussy with f***e. As he fucked my body was crunched into the abrasive table again and again. Robbie pumped his cock into the back end of my pussy and inadvertently began pushing my clit into the table's edge. At first, the v******e of this pressure was painful, but with each thrust, my clit ached to be pressed into the edge of my kitchen table and stimulated by the pressure. "Oh, baby," I shouted, over Robbie's loud cries. "Fuck me, fuck me, make mommy cum, mommy needs to cum, baby." "I want to make you cum, mommy!" He shouted. "I want you to cum all over my dick, mommy....cum into my cum!" "I'm gonna cum, son, I'm gonna cum any second now.....just......keeeep.....fuccckkinng......" I let out, cumming wildly out of my pussy walls and all over Robbie's cock. When he felt my pussy contract he too began cumming, and, for the first time, our juices commingled and wetted the intimate space where our bodies met. That night my husband, Jake, came home early. Luckily, Robbie and I were eating dinner and not engaged in more dangerous activities. Jake sat down and ate with us, but our conversation fell stale. In the previous days my son and I had become very close and out physical intimacy had ignited a psychological intimacy that hadn't existed. With his father nearby, however, Robbie stopped talking and I with him. A few hours later we were again in the f****y room watching TV. My husband lounged in his ottoman chair and my son and I sat on opposite ends of the couch. Under my house dress, I could feel my naked body against the couch material. The sensation would have felt unclean a few days before, but now it reminded me how exposed I was at all times to a molestation from Robbie and an impaling from his cock. I became wet thinking how easy it would be to lift my skirt and reveal myself to the two men in my life. Jake sat to my right, in his chair, and Robbie to my left on the couch. Jake's chair was even with the couch, but turned towards the tv. To see me, Jake had to turn fully around and only then could see my torso and face. My lower body was shielded from his sight by the couch's tall arm. Robbie, however, sitting at the farther end, was wholly visible to Jake's gaze, should he have wanted to turn to look. Aware of my limited privacy, I began to pull the back of my skirt from under me and bunch it near my back. My legs were on the couch, bent under my form, and I wanted, at that moment, to expose myself to Robbie, to remind him of what was his. I wanted him to become as turned on as I was at that moment. Slowly, I pulled the skirt up my legs and above my waist. Robbie's gaze was stuck on the TV, but I was patient. I now had the skirt completely bunched around my mid-area and was exposing my ass to Robbie. A minute later he looked over and witnessed what his mother had done. He turned back to the TV and then to me again. He didn't want to look too long or his father might become curious. Meanwhile, I stared aimlessly at the television, the whole while reveling in my exposure. I opened my legs a little and from beneath my ass Robbie could now see my pussy slit and its glistening wetness. I glanced at his pants and saw that he had placed his arms over his lap to hide his boner. "I have a little work to do in the kitchen," I said. "I'll be back in a bit." I lowered my skirt and stood up, shooting a glance at my son. I walked slowly through the kitchen door and stood next the table where my son had fucked me the two previous afternoons. I pulled my skirt up again and my hand shot between my legs. I began rubbing my pussy furiously. It was too much, being near Robbie without him inside of me. I needed to cum at that moment! My fingers pushed into my cunt and I imagined my son's cock cumming, over and over. Suddenly, the door opened and my son entered. I stood facing him, with my skirt bunched in one hand and my pussy in the other. "Sit down on a chair," I whispered, "and take out your cock." He sat on the chair he used at dinner and pulled his cock out between the piss slit in his PJs. He was rock hard. "Don't make a sound," I ordered, moving towards him with my hand continuing to rub my pussy. I turned my back to him and bent to sit in his lap, lowering my cunt lips around his cock. "Oh God!" he whispered as he entered me. "Oh baby," I whispered, beginning to bounce my ass on his lap, "mommy needs your cock in her cunt all of the time. Mommy needs your cum!" "I need your cunt all the time, too, mommy," Robbie said, reaching his arms around me and grabbing my pussy from the front. "I love your cunt, mommy. It's all that I can think about." His words drove me into orgasm. My hips began wildly thrusting down onto his cock as I muffled my screams with my arm. He responded by returning my thrusts and cumming a few seconds afterwards. My pussy was soaked. It felt like it had been drowned in my juices and my son's for the past two days. When I stood up from Robbie's lap I could see a huge wet spot where my pussy had emptied some of its contents on the front of my son's Pjs. I lowered my skirt. "You should go right to your room to change, but don't let your father see your pants," I told him. The next morning I woke Robbie up as usual and then waited for him the entire day. I played with my pussy and even poked a finger in my asshole once thinking about my son's cock throughout the afternoon. It was amazing how changed I was by his lust. His need for me was so strong, was so flattering, that I knew I would never be the same. When he came home he found me on his bed, nude, laying on my stomach, splaying my legs for him. "Mommy has a surprise for you, baby," I said, beginning to lightly hump my hand. "What's my surprise, mommy," Robbie asked, removing his clothes. I continued humping my hand, putting on a show for my son on his own bed. Lifting and lowering my hips on the mattress and forcing the springs to ache under my thrusting body. He stood at the end of the bed, softly touching his erect penis and watching my ass clinch as I lowered myself on the mattress and then splay for him as I thrust it up again. It was exactly what I wanted him to look at. "Mommy went to the store and bought something special. Look on your dresser." On his dresser Robbie found a bottle of lubricant. "What'll we do with this, mom?" he asked. "That's to rub all over your cock, baby, so that you can cum into mommy's ass, just like you wanted." I was so near cumming myself, just humping my hand and thinking about my son's cock invading my most private part. "Come kneel behind mommy. Put lots on your cock and in my ass, baby, and then it's all yours." I rubbed my pussy furiously, and brought myself to orgasm after instructing my son to invade my ass with his cock. "OOOOhhhhh......" I moaned, "mommy can't help it, baby.....just thinking about you...." I then felt my son's hands on my backside. I had slowed my rubbing and I felt his finger, wet from the gel, push into my asshole without any warning. "Is this what you want, mommy?" He asked. "Yes, I want you inside me where no one else has been. I want you to make it hurt, baby." Robbie's finger pulled out just as quickly as it had entered and I knew that his cock was coming next. He was horny as can be, after watching me masturbate for him, and he needed release. I felt his penis pinch between my ass cheeks and gently touch my anus. My body experienced the pain of anticipating pain. Then he pushed. It didn't yield at first. My anus clenched closed against the invading presence of this foreign object. I couldn't seem to convince it to open again. Robbie was being gentle and I couldn't make my body cooperate. But then his gentleness disappeared. His horniness made him desperate. He grabbed my hips and held them in place and then rammed his cock into my anus. The combination of his f***e and the lube were no match for my virgin bottom. I suddenly felt full and then came the pain of the thing. My skin and the muscles around my rectum were stretched and ripped. It was like the reverse of giving birth. Once Robbie's cock was in my ass he stayed still for a minute. This allowed me to catch my breath and ration the pain. "BABY!" I gasped. "You're so deep inside of me." "Does it hurt, mom? You told me to make it hurt." "It does, Robbie. But you'll turn mommy's pain into pleasure in a minute." Robbie began to softly hump my ass. I could feel the friction of his dick sliding inside my rectum walls. And then I started to experience pleasure. At first the pleasure was psychological. Robbie's cock was in my ass; my son was happy and was getting what he wanted. A mother could not want anything more. And then, this psychological pleasure began to merge with the movement of his cock. As he pushed I could feel his cock's tip massage deep recesses of my body that rocked my core. I began to associate the pressure of his tip touching those deep recesses with the joy of making my son happy and I found that I was suddenly on the verge of a new type of orgasm. "Oh, mom. It's so tight. I can't stand it too long. It's so tight." He was grunting and making noises like he never made. The friction and pressure was causing him pain too. But he kept pumping. "Keep going, baby. Mommy's going to cum from the pain. It's so wonderful to feel you filling me like this. I feel pregnant with you again," I confessed. I think that the mention of pregnancy pushed him over the edge. "Uuggh," he cried. "I'm cumming, mommy. I'm cumming in your ass." I imaged his penis ejaculating its jizz into my ass and I began to rub my pussy frantically. Just as Robbie began to slow his humping motion, I accelerated mine and felt my vagina explode. I began to shout with joy, "Oh! OOOoooo!" My vagina was ejaculating; I was squirting! As I rubbed my clit I could feel the juices shooting out of me. When it was done I fell forward and Robbie fell on top of me. His inflating penis was still in my ass and he lay still on my back. "Mom," he said, "thank you for that. I'll never have a greater moment in my life than this." "Me neither, baby," I whispered back. "Me neither." In the weeks that followed Robbie and I continued our routine. I came into his room in the morning and he came into my mouth. We had afternoon sex almost every day and I orgasmed every time. One night my husband was horny for some reason. Something he had seen that day must have set him off, because we hadn't had sex in nearly a month. Sex with my husband was, I found, uninteresting. I performed my wifely role. I pleasured him and let him cum into my pussy. I told him that it was great and thanked him. But the truth was that I thought of Robbie the entire time. After my husband fell asl**p I snuck into my son's room and assaulted his cock. It was practically ****. I rode him and we came together, his juices unknowingly mixing with my husband's. It was the relief that my husband could no longer provide. Then one day Robbie came home from school and found me working in the kitchen. He was a bit early and I hadn't expected him. When he walked in he found me wearing my day dress and scrubbing the stove. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Oh my!" I exclaimed, turning around, shocked to see him standing there. "I didn't know that you were home. Why are you home early?" "I skipped the last class because I was thinking of you." "Honey, you shouldn't do that." "And you should be waiting for me and ready for my cock," he said playfully. He was horny and it was making me horny to hear him be so explicit. "Oh, should I? Bent over the table with my ass exposed all day long waiting for your cock to come impale mommy?" I jested. I approached him and reached out for his crotch. I began rubbing his cock through his pants and stared into his face waiting for his retort. I could feel the juices gathering between my legs. I was excited, wondering if he would cum in my mouth, cunt, or ass. But he didn't say anything. He let me jack his cock through his pants and just stared back into my face. His cock got hard and was clearly constrained in his pants, but I didn't stop my rubbing. Suddenly, he made his move. He grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a chair at the kitchen table, the one that was often left out for us to fuck on in the afternoons and, sometimes, quietly in the evenings. He sat down on the chair and in a single gesture laid me out across his lap like a c***d about to be punished. "You've been a bad girl and you need to be punished," he said. He pulled my dress off of my legs and ass and scrunched it over my back. My ass and thighs were now centered in his lap and completely exposed. The thrill of my nude form before my son's eyes turned me on even more. Then, he slapped me hard on the ass and I let out a screech. And he hit me again and again. "Ugh!" I let out. "Oh! I've been a bad girl. I'm sorry for being a bad girl. Punish me to make me be your good little girl," I said in the most cutesy and infantile voice I could muster. Robbie smacked me again. It sent a sharp sensation through my ass cheeks, but then came the pleasure of knowing that Robbie was touching me and pleasuring himself with my body. "You have been a bad little girl," he said. And he spanked me again. "Are you going to be my good little girl?" "Yes, daddy, yes. I promise that I will be your good little girl. I'll prove it to you; I'll do whatever you want me to, daddy." The roles we were playing were now established. We had never done anything like this before. My son was my daddy and I was his little girl. It was entirely new, yet I seemed to remember it happening a dozen times before. SMACK! He hit me again. "Daddy's little girl has been too bad for this to go unpunished." SMACK! "Daddy's going to have to make you pay, sweetheart." SMACK! "Whatever you want, daddy," I playfully offered in my little girl voice. Robbie spanked me one more time. SMACK! And then pushed me to the floor. I wasn't expecting it and I fell hard. Before I could gather myself he was on top of me. I was face down on the floor and I could hear his pants sliding off. In one gesture his rock hard cock impaled my cunt. This was my punishment. "Ugh! Daddy, daddy, no!" I pretended to fight. "Daddy, no one's ever done that to me, daddy. It hurts, it hurts!" "Daddy's got to teach you a lesson, sweetheart," Robbie squeaked out between the grunting of his cock thrusts. He was being rough and violent and fulfilling the role that he was playing. "Daddy's little girl is never going to forget her punishment!" "Daddy, no! Don't, daddy! Your pee pee is inside of me, daddy! It can't be, daddy, it can't be," I screamed and playfully fought beneath my son. I playacted from a place of a forgotten memory. The action seemed familiar and real. Robbie held me down and pumped his cock in and out of my cunt. I could feel a wetness I hadn't felt in decades. I think he was making me bleed down there and it was contributing to the lubrication. The pain and the pleasure were one, just as the first time he fucked my ass and just like something else that I couldn't quite place. "Daddy's cock is going to cum inside you, little girl." "No, daddy." "And daddy's cum might make you pregnant," he said between his violent breathes. "No, daddy." "And if you get pregnant it's because you're a slut." "I'm not a slut, daddy!" "Yes you are, baby. From now on you're my slut! Every day daddy is going to **** your little cunt, baby. Every day he's going to cum inside you whenever he wants. That's what daddy's little girl wants, isn't it?" "No, daddy!" I appealed. "Don't lie to me!" he yelled, pounding my cunt even harder to enf***e his point. "Ok, daddy, I'm your slut daddy. I want you. I want your cock in my pussy every day and every night. I want to make mommy jealous. I want you to want my cunt over hers, daddy!" "That's what I thought, you slut. Ugh! It's happening, baby! IT'S HAPPENING! Daddy's cumming into your virgin cunt! Ugh! Yeah, yeah, yeah." I felt my own orgasm rise with Robbie's. The pain of the thrust to the floor and the v******e of his impaling cock were real, but the i****t and **** fantasies were too much. When daddy told me that he was cumming I shivered with a virgin's orgasm. "Yes, daddy!" I yelled. "Cum inside of your little slut's cunt!" The shivering stopped and we came to a stop. My face was pressed into the kitchen floor and my son still atop me. "Will daddy's little girl be good from now on?" Robbie whispered in my ear. "No!" I said laughingly and turned my face askew to see his smile. He kissed me deeply and then lifted himself off of me. I felt his limp dick slide out of my cum-filled pussy. It sent tingles through my aching body. I stood up and my head swirled. I felt momentarily dizzy and for a second imagined myself as a very young woman in my c***dhood kitchen. "Are you okay?" Robbie asked. "Yes, yes, honey." I said. "It's just that...I'm having a moment of deja vu...of something I can't seem to remember from when I was a young girl."