Date: Tue, 19 May 2009 13:59:18 +0200
From: rex sofaguy <rexsofaguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: When mum's asleep

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This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's
discovering their sexuality.  It contains graphic
scenes of sex between an 18 year old boy and adult
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			     When Mum's Asleep


This story happened in England about 5 years ago.

I had been getting bad reports about mum's new boyfriend. My sister called
me at my university hall of residence to ask me to come home at the weekend
and check things out.

"He's kind of creepy" she said, confidingly.

"I think he might even hit her".


My mum was not the best chooser of men. She had me when she was 17, and
since then had gone on a roller-coaster ride with a whole range of
oddities, from alcoholics to jailbirds to confidence tricksters. I wondered
about this new guy. His name was Roger and apparently he was a former
military guy who was now a bouncer on the door of Nightshades. Nightshades
was the strip bar where my mum still managed to make a living. She was
blonde and had been beautiful, but in recent years she had put on a bit of
weight, though the management of the club kept her on for the regulars. Ok,
the truth of the matter is that I think it may have been a bit more than
just a strip bar, but mum had always put food on the table and I loved her
to bits.


The afternoon before I caught the train home to see them I went to the gym
with some vague notion that if this Roger thought he was going to push my
mum around he would have to get past me first. I was 18 then, and into my
sports: rowing, rugby, swimming. I was tall and broad-shouldered, with
short brown hair. Truthfully told, though, I was not a fighter, and even at
school had never been too handy with my fists.


"Hi love!" my mum shouted as she opened the door, "what a
nice...surprise..."

I had deliberately not announced my arrival so as to get a firsthand look
at what was going on here. It was not a pretty site. It looked to me as
though my mum was somewhat on edge, her hands trembling somewhat. Not only
that, it also looked like she had the signs of bruising around her
eye. 'The son of a bitch' I thought to myself.


"Who is it?"

"It's Mark, Roger, my son"

I had heard only a gruff, bad-tempered voice from the living room. Now I
saw him as he came out to the hallway to greet me. He was around 45, the
same height as me, with a crew-cut grey hair, thick moustache, and a pair
of combats together with an old white gym T-shirt. He was a big guy and
obviously worked out.

"Alright lad?" he said, giving me a firm handshake that instantly led me to
understand that he was now the master of this house.

"Alright" I replied, staring back at him as a sort of challenge to his
dominance. He smiled slightly then relaxed his grip.

"You never told me you had such a handsome son, Tracy" he teased.

"Oh. He's my pride and joy" she beamed.

I stood looking up at Roger and I have to admit I felt a frisson go through
my body, and my cock and asshole involuntarily twitch. 'Strange', I
thought, trying to push such perverse thoughts to the back of my mind.


We all went in and sat down to have a cup of tea. Mum told me that she was
back into work on Saturday night, so we could all be together as a family
that evening. 'Great' I replied. The evening went ok, we all sat down and
had a few beers in front of the telly and made small talk.  Roger did make
a few disparaging comments about my mum being a 'fat cow' and a 'dumb
whore' on occasion, but he said it in a good-natured way, and he would
either slap her ass or flick her tits when he said it. I found myself
getting more and more turned on by this guy, despite wanting to dislike
him. He had an aura of control about him, and in those combats I got a good
view of his powerful thighs and suspiciously bulging packet. I had no gay
experiences at that point, so I was pretty confused by these new feelings.

"Got any girlfriends at uni?" Roger asked me.

"Oh Rog, don't embarrass him!" my mum said.

"Shut up Tracy, let the boy answer" he countered sternly.

"Erm, that would be telling" I joked.

"Oh I get it" he nodded, "Don't ask don't tell"

Unless I was mistaken that was a reference to the US tagline on gays in the
military. I immediately picked up on it and looked up at him to see that
same faint smile and glint in his eyes. My mum wasn't the brightest star on
the Christmas tree, so she didn't pick up on it.


A little while later I made my excuses to go to the bathroom. I found
myself stroking my cock a little mid-piss and realizing that this guy was
really turning me on.  'But he's going with my mum' I thought 'he's twice
me age...and anyway he must be straight if he's fucking her'.

"Hey, what are you doing in there, hurry up" I heard him shout through the
toilet door.

"In a minute" I said, quickly fingering my ass in a horny frenzy to think
this hunk was just centimeters from my naked butt.

As I came out and tried to pass him in the narrow hallway he came close to
me and whispered: "It'll soon be Showtime Mark. Be sure to get a 'ringside'
seat, then you can join me for the encore"

"Err..." I responded, in genuine puzzlement. He patted my ass-cheek and
simply said 'You'll see".


We all had another beer and watched the end of a talent show on TV, then
Roger got up: "Come on wench, let's go to bed".

Obediently, my mum sprung up off the sofa, gave me a kiss, then headed
upstairs to the bedroom.

"Mark, here's a poser for you. When is a door not a door?"

"I give in" I said.

"When it's ajar. See you later kid".


I sat back down to watch TV, thinking about this conundrum and his earlier
comment.

Showtime? Ringside seat? Door ajar? My musings were interrupted by the
unmistakable sound of a couple having sex. I looked up at the ceiling and
could hear the bumping of the headboard against the wall, together with the
rhythmic motion of a male's thrusts.  Letting voyeurism get the better of
me I crept upstairs in my socks, to see if I could hear Roger getting his
end away with my slapper of a mum.


As I got to the top of the stairs I could hardly contain my joy to see that
Roger must have left the bedroom door open deliberately. So that's what he
had meant. He had wanted me to see.

And what a sight it was! He was giving the old girl a proper seeing to, and
I wasn't all that sure she was enjoying it, though I now know she was.

Through the gap in the door I saw him pull out of her cunt, then slap her
face: "Ok bitch, doggy style"

"Oh Roger, please, Mark's downstairs..."

"Shut up you old cum-bucket and stick your cunt up"

My poor old mum dutifully obliged as he forced her head down into the
pillow, then straddled her fat ass.

"Your shitter smells" he complained.

"You dirty bitch, you don't even wipe your ass. Time for Roger to clean it"

He proceeded to spit on her ring and stick his fingers into her old ass
crack, as she moaned into the pillows. He was stretching out her slutty
brown star. I could not help myself to see how he was so masterfully
abusing the woman who had brought me into this world. In a mixture of
horniness and shame I started wanking off in my Jeans. He looked
magnificent, butt naked with a hairy chest, big sack of heavy balls, and a
long thick cock.  It was with this cock that he proceeded to ass-fuck my
mum. Rough, spear thrusts love-making. I can still hear her screams of
pleasure as he bum-fucked her.


Then something happened which basically changed my life. He looked around
to see me standing there in the doorway, put his finger to his lips in a
hushing gesture, smiled at me and blew me a kiss. From that moment on I was
his. This master of the universe had invited himself into the loving
environment of my family, had ass-fucked my mum, in full view and knowledge
that I was watching, and had declared his intention to do something similar
to me as an encore. After another 5 minutes or so he pulled out, but it was
clear my mum was done.

She was a quivering, snivelling old tart who had been used and abused. To
my amazement she turned around and kissed him full on the mouth.

'Thanks Roger, I love you' she said, her eyeliner running down her face.

"Course you do" he replied, 'now get to sleep, I'm off for a shower'.


He left her prostrate and lying there as he came out to me on the landing.

"Right, come on, the spare bedroom".

In a haze of charged male sexual energy I followed him.

Once inside he closed the door, kissed me in a long sensuous kiss then
placed his hands on my shoulders and forced me to my knees.

"OK Mark, suck daddy's cock. Come on, clean it for me, clean your mum's
shit off it"

Appalled by what I was doing, I greedily slurped on his
love-truncheon. Gripping his shaft to better clean off his shiny helmet. It
had faint odours of cunt juice, poop, but most of all his own man-musk of
ball-sweat and cheesiness, and I was addicted.

"That's a good slut, clean it off, take it down, choke on daddy's cock" he
encouraged, his hands placed on the back of my head and forcing me to be
throat-fucked by him.

I gagged involuntarily as his veined-invader prodded against my tonsils. I
was his instrument of pleasure, and nothing more.

"Come on, open up, take it all, be my bumboy, be my bitch boy"

I gargled in reluctant agreement.

After a while he let me come up for air. By this time I was very messy and
my T-shirt was covered in my own spit and mucous.

"Good boy, you're a good little cocksucker just like your whore of a mum,
aren't you?"

"Yes sir" I breathlessly replied.

"Now clean daddy's hole" he commanded as he rolled onto his back with his
legs squat up in the air and his dark forest of pubes beckoning me to his
forbidden valley of man-mud.

I darted my tongue straight in there, and teased a perfect circle of spit
round his ring: "Oooh, shit boy that feels good. Yes! Eat daddy's hole".

I didn't need his instruction. This was a gay-bitch-buffet with all the
trimmings that anyone who has ever rimmed a big guy with bear-hygiene
habits will know all about. Yum yum, dad's bum!

The encore was approaching it's climax and my ass was begging to be
plundered. He tenderly carried me to the bed and lay me into the missionary
position.

"I want to make love to my boy" he confided softly.

"My pretty boy"

"Oh sir, I love you too" I heard myself saying.

As he raised up my ass to spit-lube my boy-pussy, the only sound other than
our deep panting was the distant-snoring of my mum in the next room.

"You gonna fuck better than her" he joked, looking up at me from my
ass-crack.

"You know it, daddy"

"Oooh yeah, you're a tight little virgin ass, boy, hmmm this ass is mine
now." He said, stretching me open with his two spit covered forefingers.

"I'm all yours daddy" I replied, watching my hard cock twitching off my
navel.


The feeling of Roger nuzzling his hot dick up to my eager young twitching
sphincter is one of the highlights of my life. Ever masterful, he paused
and made me beg to be bummed.

"You want this, huh?"

"Oh, so bad sir, take me please. Fuck my little hole"

"You want daddy's dick?"

"Oh, don't tease me, don't tease me please, just ride me raw."

He eased his wide-girthed cock into my pink pansy-pussy and hushed my
suppressed shrieks of discomfort with the palm of his had.

"Shit boy, you're too tight. Come on dude, let me in" he said.

 I naturally shied away from the stinging, but it was no use struggling, he
had me pinned on the bed and it was man and boy.

"Come on, relax your pussy, slacken up, loosen up, let daddy in" he
murmured his tender encouragement.

"It's too big, sir!" I protested, though I knew I could take it and wanted
it bad.

"Sshh. You want to please me don't you? You wanna make daddy happy. Come
on, pretty baby, deep breaths. Be my fuck-bitch. What are you?"

"Your fuck bitch, sir". With this he playfully slapped my face. The slight
sting let me knew he was a tough cookie.

"And why do you exist?"

"To please you sir". Another slap, and now he squeezed my nose between
thumb and forefinger.

"That's right, that's right, to please me. And that means you please my
dick, so let him inside you, let him ride up that pretty little
poop-chute."

Soon my rectal passage relaxed sufficiently for him to go balls deep, and I
heard him grunt in satisfaction as the remaining inches slid down into my
pleasure passage.

"Ok, Mark, just relax. This is the most natural thing in the world. Go with
it"

I managed a whimper of assent as I looked up at this monster of a man,
stern-faced, vein throbbing on his brow. The truth of the matter was that
it didn't matter Jack-Shit what I wanted now, I was too far along the road
to do anything about it.


He slowly increased the stroke rate and the vehemence of his dick-prods
until I felt like I was on some sort of bucking-bronco ride, holding on for
dear life.

"Yeah, take it like a man...take my dick...you like being daddy's little
faggot don't you?"

"Ooh...ahh, yea...yeah...ooh, yes sir" I wailed breathlessly.


I was vaguely conscious of a dilemma, I was in the height of sexual passion
and wanting to yell out in pleasure, but my mum was sleeping just next
door. Roger didn't seemed so concerned as his grunts and filth-talk reached
a crescendo.

"Who's the daddy?" he asked, pulling his whole length out with a slurp and
spear-humping my poor little bum hole.

"You are sir. Sir Roger!"

"And who's my dirty queer cum-bucket cock-jockey?"

"I am Sir Roger, I am!" I shouted, so happy to be making his life just one
fraction happier. To serve this alpha-male in the only way I knew: as his
willing sex-slave.

"Grrrrr" he bellowed as he unloaded his stringy man-juice into my thirsty
guts. He rammed home one last time, then clinched me tight to the point of
suffocation as he collapsed on top of me and let the rest of his spunk leak
out and into me.


As silence descended on the house I became conscious of two things:
Firstly, I became aware that Roger was feeding me his cream by sticking his
fingers up me, then forcing them into my mouth. I lapped it up, and the
taste was sweet as almonds. The second dawning realization was that the
sound of my mum's snoring has stopped.

Abandoning myself to my new role as daddy's whoreson, I drifted off to
sleep.


The next morning I was awoken by the sound of two cups of tea being placed
on the bedside table. In my semi-sleep I just saw my mum's dressing gown
disappearing out of the room and down the stairs. Next to me lay the hulk
of Roger, butt-naked and asleep. 'So she knows', I thought. Minutes later
Roger woke up to the feel of my tongue gently licking his arse-crack. I
softly kissed his fat arse cheeks too.

"She knows" I said.

"Mark, she knew before you got off the train from uni. I saw your photo and
told her I had to have you".

I looked up sharply to see that same faint smile cross his face.

"You got a problem with that boy?" he asked, rolling over to reveal his
semi-hard morning glory.

"No sir!" I said, before settling down to breakfast.


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