Author: Lizard69
Title: Girlfriends
Part: Part 4
Summary: It's a fine line between guidance and domination, or is there a line at all?
Keywords: Mb, bb, Mdom, Fdom

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   Girlfriends Part 4 (Mb, bb, Mdom, Fdom)

   "You're kidding right?  I mean even if you did something like that, and
you decided to tell me about it, there's just no fuckin' way you'd tell me
in front of your girlfriend!"

   Billy was back in town after his annual visit to his uncles farm.  Timmy
had to admit, his friend had a point.  The event had been a shock. 
Certainly nothing he'd talk about in front of a *girl*.  At least he
wouldn't have back when Billy left for his uncle's place.  There had been
some massive changes since then.  If he couldn't get his friend to believe
the simple facts about how he'd lost his virginity, there was no hope of
getting him to accept the other things.  Besides, was it really so hard to
believe if you took it one step at a time?

   The three of them were kicked back on a South facing hillside at the
park.  Even with the money coming in from his part time job he couldn't
live at the arcade.  Debbie was with him because they had become nearly
inseparable almost from the moment he'd asked her to be his girlfriend. 
Billy was there because they had been best friends for so long neither of
them could imagine not hanging out together unless one or the other had
been dragged away to some other event.

   "C'mon Billy, think for a minute.  This is like a really super huge
thing for me.  There is no fuckin' way I wouldn't tell you about it.  Ok,
talking about it in front of a girl is strange, but this is *Debbie*, not
some stuck up cheerleader or candidate for homecoming queen.  Remember that
day at the bus stop?  The whole idea for this came from what she told us
there."

   "Ok, I can believe that.  But the idea you're talking about could be
finding out how hard you have to pull my leg before it comes off in your
hand.  Do you really expect me to believe you let some creepy old *guy*
fuck you?"

   "From the things you said about your uncle I was half expecting you'd be
telling me first.  Is it really so surprising that I would give it a try?
Especially after he made it clear that something was going to happen no
matter what?"

   "Yeah well, stringing him along until you have a chance to run is one
thing.  Getting back in his van after he let you out, after you knew what
he wanted, that's just too much to believe."

   "I guess I know what you mean.  If total stranger pulled up while I was
riding my bike and asked if I wanted to fuck, it would take me about two
heartbeats to point the thing somewhere a car couldn't go.  At least that's
what would have happened before Bob.  Now I'm not so sure.  I mean I
probably wouldn't go with him, but it wouldn't be a reflex thing, I'd stop
to think about it."

   "You're really serious?  You actually did it...  with a guy?"

   "Uh-huh, more than once.  I, uh, I kind of like it."

   "You're telling me my best friend in the whole world is a queer?"

   "NO!  I get hot for girls.  I'm hoping me and Debbie will get to that.

   "We will, but you have to give me some time."

   "That's ok, I wasn't talking like later this afternoon."

   "Look you guys.  I'd love to stay and listen to you working this out,
but you're both going to have an easier time if I'm somewhere else for a
while.  I'll meet you after work tomorrow Timmy."

   In a tee bar and denim shorts Debbie was cute enough the boys weren't
the only ones watching her climb on her bike and take off.  It wasn't until
she was out of sight that Timmy continued talking to his friend.

   "So you're telling me all that man on man stuff you talk about when you
get back from your uncles place is bullshit?  Do you really expect me to
believe somebody *told* you all that stuff without trying to get you
involved in it?"

   Billy blushed and looked everywhere except at his friend.  "I'm not
queer."

   "Neither am I."

   "But you..."

   "Just let me talk.  Ok?  Remember how Debbie described it?  The creeps
who do kids don't really care if it's a girl or a boy, as long as it's a
kid.  When Bob got me alone he was looking for a girl, and decided to use
me instead.  This is going to sound really weird but I already said too
much to shut up now.  After Debbie told us about it I started wondering
what it would be like.  Not doing it with a homo.  Having some guy who
didn't care that I had a dick use me in place of a girl.

   "The first time was more scary than anything else.  But it wasn't *that*
scary, and he made me cum.  I guess I liked it.  At least I liked it enough
to do it again.  We, uh, made a deal.  He would make me cum any time I
wanted it, if I promised to quit jacking off."

   "You mean you..."

   "Not for over a month now.  It's been more than a week since the kennel
owners came back from vacation and fired Bob.  If I don't find somebody to
do stuff with soon I'll have to jack off or go nuts."

   "What's the big deal about not jacking off?"

   "What's the longest you went without doing it since you learned how?"

   "Uh, about a day and a half."

   "Trust me.  The longer you go without popping a load the bigger the
thrill when you finally do.  You know how much better it feels to have
somebody else get you off.  Or was it all bullshit and you're really still
a virgin?"

   "I'm not a virgin."

   "Then you know.  If you combine somebody else doing it to you with not
doing anything for at least a couple days, it feels so damn good you
wouldn't go back to jacking off unless you knew for certain there wasn't
anything better coming your way."

   "Somebody should tell my uncle.  When I'm there he does it at least once
a day.  Sometimes I cum.  Mostly it isn't so bad, or maybe I'm just used to
it not being any good.  The stories I told you?  About how great it is to
do this or that?  I'm repeating what he said about doing it.  If you're the
guy he's doing it to, it's no big thrill.  At least it isn't for me.  Maybe
you should go stay with him next summer."

   "Uh-uh, by then I'm gonna be doing Debbie.  Actually I lied.  I was
thinking about later this afternoon if I could talk her into it.  I'm just
about ready to go totally fuckin' nuts."

   "I hear you about Debbie.  If she wasn't already your girlfriend I'd
want to go after her myself.  She's hot."

   "Yeah?  How'd you like to get her alone somewhere, like maybe that spot
we found not too far off the hiking trail.  Then get her down on all fours
and stick your dick in her mouth.  When she has you all hot, and hard, and
about one good sneeze away from popping your load you could move around
behind her.  It wouldn't take long to pull those tight shorts and whatever
is under them down around her knees.  If she was just slobbering on your
pole you wouldn't even need lube.  Spit on her ass hole a couple of times
and ease it in slow..."

   "STOP!  Stop dammit, one more word and I'll have blue balls so bad I
can't walk!"

   "Yeah, well, she isn't here...  But, uh, I am.  Like she told us at the
bus stop, boys have mouths and ass holes too.  If we're both thinking about
what we'd like to be doing with her, is it really that queer?"

   "You want me to fuck you?!"

   "No.  If I thought you wanted to fuck *me*, that would be too weird. 
Right now though, I'm so horny that if Bob showed up I'd have trouble
keeping my pants up long enough to get somewhere private.  If you want to
fuck some girl, Debbie or anybody, so bad you're ready to stick it in any
hole you can get.  I, uh, I'll let you do it to me instead."

   "That spot by the hiking trail?"

   "Too risky, I'd totally fuckin' *die* if somebody caught us doing it. 
Mom won't be home for at least an hour.  Lets go to my place."

   "What if she comes home early?"

   "We'll be in my room.  She doesn't come in without knocking.  If I'm not
alone she won't come in unless I ask her to."

   *****

   Mary noticed the bikes dropped on the lawn and frowned for a moment.  It
made the place look trashy but she could hardly complain after bugging
Timmy for so long not to leave his on the driveway.  While she was putting
away the groceries she'd picked up on her way home from work she overheard
some very muffled but slightly frantic conversation.  She'd thought the
other bike belonged to Debbie but wasn't that surprised to see Billy come
out of her sons room and make a bee line for the front door.  A glance in
that direction caught her boy still tucking in his shirt tail.  Combine
that with the way his friend was, "blushing and rushing"...  Before Timmy
noticed her leaning in the kitchen doorway with her arms folded, she had
formed a pretty good idea of what they'd been up to.

   "Uh, mom?  Please don't smile like that.  I mean really...  just don't!"

   By the time her smirk had blossomed into a full blown grin he was
practically in tears.  The sight of him that obviously distressed might
have been enough to put a chill on things all by itself.  Knowing why he
was so upset stirred something in her that she didn't want to examine too
closely.  Ok, enough was enough.

   "I'm sorry hon.  That sort of teasing is cruel enough it's misleading to
call it teasing.  It's just that with everything that's been going on, it's
almost a relief to run into something I was expecting."

   "You were *expecting* me to...  With my best friend?!"

   "Well, when you say it like that...  I mean it's not like I have some
parental check list.  There isn't a line for, 'sex with another boy', in
between, 'learn to masturbate', and, 'first real girlfriend'.  It also
isn't a universal thing the way masturbation is.  If a boy makes it to
sixteen and *doesn't* figure out how to pleasure himself his parents should
probably start to worry.  I won't say most boys experiment on sleep overs
and camp outs, but many of them do to one degree or another.  I doubt if
very many of them go as far as you and Billy did.  From everything I've
heard and read though, it's still within the range of normal adolescent
behavior."

   "You really don't care if we...?"

   "Of course I care!  I'd be much happier if you found a nice girl and
never did anything with a man or boy again.  I don't see that happening any
time soon, do you?"

   "Uh, I guess not."

   "Ok.  My biggest concern was that Bob would distract you from building
relationships with your peers.  After he left I started to worry you would
do something insanely risky just to hook up with somebody.  Oh, by the way,
the same rules apply with Billy, or with Debbie if things get that far. 
Limit your activities to your bedroom, the game room downstairs, or
someplace equally private and secure.  Understand?"

   "Yes mom, are you done?"

   "If you mean pushing you around and trying to run your private life, yes
I've pretty much finished, at least for now.  After all I'm still your
mother.  If you want to grab a chair in the kitchen while I get dinner
started, there are some things I'm curious about.  I don't want to
interrogate you.  You're free to say no thanks and go on about your
business.  In fact you probably should.  Most boys would rather die than
talk about this stuff with their mom."

   It took him a while to settle down.  Mary was glad to have an excuse to
keep her back mostly towards him.  The smile her son found so upsetting
kept threatening to return.  Simply by suggesting he'd want to avoid it,
she had him anchored in that chair and more ready to answer questions than
if she'd used straps and truth serum.

   "When you and Billy were, uh, together, did you find it enjoyable?"

   "Mom!  Oh geez..  Yeah, I came.  He did too."

   "I'm glad, but that isn't exactly what I was asking.  I guess it's a lot
different for girls.  We're slower to get started, especially at first. 
Orgasms are great, but take a lot more practice.  Often we'll do things
with a guy that aren't very enjoyable or pleasurable, because we like him
for other reasons.  Sometimes we'll be with a guy and the whole experience
will be enjoyable even if the physical part of it isn't that pleasurable.
Sometimes it's more of a physical thing.  We'll put up with a guy we don't
like all that much to get the physical release of a good strong orgasm. 
It's best when you can have both together.  That's why I was curious. 
Would you say your experience with Billy was enjoyable, as well as being
physically pleasurable?"

   "Oh...  Yeah...  It felt good, but it was fun too.  I guess I enjoyed
it."

   "How about your, uh, role play with Bob?"

   "That was...  Different."

   "I'll say!  My friend thought so too, just from looking at the edited
clip."

   "I hope I never meet the woman you showed it to!"

   "The man, well sort of.  He's gay, but he's not into kids.  I already
discussed you and Bob with him.  Besides, I was asking him to check my
editing and make sure nobody could tell from the video who it was or where
it was happening.  And, well, something else.  I asked him if he could tell
from the video whether you were gay."

   "Like, a twelve year old boy getting fucked by a grown up pervert, I
wonder what he told you."

   "He said what you were doing didn't have a damn thing to do with your
sexual preferences."

   "What?!"

   "Yeah, it surprised me a little too.  I'm not a total dummy.  I can
understand that things aren't always what they look like.  But I thought he
would be able to tell.  It made sense after he explained.  Any guy who's
horny enough will do whatever it takes to get a load off.  Men in prison or
doing an extended time in any environment where women are scarce will
eventually begin seeking release with each other.  Most will find the
experience pleasurable.  Some will find it enjoyable as well.  They aren't
gay.  Put them back in a normal environment with the usual gender ratio and
they'll be too busy chasing girls to look at another man.  Even the ones
who enjoy an occasional homosexual encounter on the outside aren't really
gay.  They're just recreating an enjoyable experience, not demonstrating a
preference.

   "It works in reverse too.  A gay man who marries a woman with a low sex
drive as, 'camouflage' will sometimes find himself having intercourse with
her often enough to keep her happy, just because she's there.  In some of
these marriages she knows where he is and what he's doing when he's late
getting home from work.  I know of one pair of couples like this that get
together on the weekends with the guys having fun and the women swapping
meatloaf recipes."

   "That is completely weird."

   "Maybe, but they're not harming anyone and as long as they're happy it
really isn't anyone else's business.  To get back on topic, my friend also
said there was no way anyone could tell from information in the video, who
you are or where to find you.  So...?"

   "No way!  I don't care how careful you were or how close he looked it
over.  You *can't* be serious about putting a sex video of me on some
public web site!"

   "It isn't public.  It's members only."

   "Yeah...  Right...  How many members?  A thousand?  Ten thousand?  I
wanted to freakin' die when I found out *you* walked in on us.  Do you have
any idea how embarrassing it would be to have Bob do it to me in front of a
crowd that big?"

   "Ok hon, maybe you have a point.  I certainly wouldn't want you doing
anything in front of strangers who know what your face looks like and where
to find you.  This isn't like that.  Even if the site has ten thousand
members, they would be from all over the planet.  The odds of one of them
living in this town are like a half million to one.  The video itself could
be any boy anywhere.  Every pervert in town could download a copy and
nobody would have any idea it's you.  You could go door to door asking for
signatures on an anti-porn petition and none of the creeps would recognize
you.  We have a few minutes while dinner cooks, come with me."

   Mary led him to the desk in her bedroom and booted her laptop, bringing
the secure browser online and unlocking the encrypted memory stick.

   "I wouldn't normally do this from here, but one of our neighbors who
isn't home this time of day left his WiFi unlocked.  We have our own
connection and I expect you to use it, but not for this.  Ok, here's the
site I told you about.  First I log in.  The user name and password are
restricted right now.  It only lets me get to this upload page.  Now, we
make sure the video file is the edited one, not the original that hasn't
been cropped or blacked.  It should be the only one in the upload directory
but it can't hurt to check again.  Yep, it's the right one.  So, I link to
it with the browser from the upload page..."

   "MOM!  STOP!  I...  I can't believe you're doing this!  You're my
*mother* for chrissake.  How could you?!"

   "Oh, don't get your undies in a bunch hon.  I'm just showing you how it
works and getting things set up.  I could never actually click on the
upload button."

   "Thank God!  But why bother to set it up if you're not going to make the
final click?"

   "Because you will."

   "Wha...  You...  You're crazy.  My mom has gone fuckin' nuts!"

   "Calm down hon and listen for a minute.  Most of your life you have been
an average boy.  I've been the average parent, and that has worked well
enough.  You've made some mistakes and so have I but nothing a lot of other
people haven't done as well.  Being a single mom has made it a little
tougher for both of us.  That's the way life plays out sometimes.  I didn't
have a husband to answer the questions I couldn't.  There were books,
magazines, and now there are web sites that can at least give me answers
that other people have found to the problems I'm dealing with.

   "Then one morning I forgot my purse and came back to discover you
engaged in behavior that was, wildly, radically, *not* average."

   "I'm sorry."

   "That's all right.  Just listen for now.  From that point forward I've
been engaged in a mad scramble to acquire coping skills I never expected to
need.  I've been forced to examine aspects of human behavior I'd have been
happier knowing nothing about.  I suppose I could have called the cops and
turned you over to a shrink.  If you'd like we can still do that.  My best
hasn't been good enough, maybe professionals can do better.  If you decide
not to go that route, I'll continue doing the best I can for you.

   "Unfortunately enough people find what you're doing so offensive it has
been made illegal.  Not just the acts themselves, pictures or videos of the
activity, and in some places even written descriptions are a prosecutable
offense.  If you insist on doing these things I can't stop you.  I can make
an effort to keep you out of trouble.  To do that I need to know how the
other people doing this stuff stay out of trouble.  I've learned quite a
bit already.  Most of the images of children that are freely circulated
were created by people who are now behind bars.  I can tell you a dozen
ways to get caught.  I need advice from people who are still free and
intend to remain so.  I can't tell you for sure that I will find these
people on this members only site.  At this point it looks like the best
possibility.

   "To keep out law enforcement and other crusaders, they require potential
members to upload new and unique content.  Police have tons of confiscated
porn of every description.  Most of it is already widely circulated.  They
cannot upload anything, 'new', without committing a greater crime than the
people they seized it from.  I don't *need* access to this web site.  I'm
not going to get angry or punish you if you refuse.  I strongly believe
that the other members of this site can help us both deal with what you
have gotten yourself into.  The only way they will accept me as a peer they
can trust is if you click on that upload button."

   For a long moment Timmy stood there, staring at his moms laptop and
hugging himself as if he'd been hit in the gut.

   "You really cleaned it so nobody could tell it's me?  You're not worried
at all about getting caught?  You're sure you'll learn stuff you need to
know?"

   "Yes."

   Slowly, he reached out, jabbed the button under the touch pad, and
watched the upload start.

   "Thanks hon.  This is going to take a while and dinner should be ready.
We might as well eat.  I have no idea how long it will take whoever
administers the site to review the upload and adjust my access."

   The upload completed while they were eating.  While she wasn't sure what
to expect when she checked the next morning, she certainly didn't expect
the message that was waiting for her.

   "Nice try, but we're serious about uploads being *original*.  We already
have this one.  If you have more please upload.  He's cute."

   It took Mary a few moments to reach the only possible conclusion.

   "That no good, low down, sanctimonious, hypocritical, *BASTARD*!"
   End Part 4