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 Don't now what else to call it.  Warning: It's pretty random.  Also, if
you're prone to triggering, there's almost guaranteed to be something in
here.  Codes at the Chapter {/PoV Swap} heads as usual.

   This one involves some Mother/son covert incest, and predatory M/b
exploitation.  Again, I don't condone it, and any excuses made for abuses
are the characters'.

   Brad {MFB Voy/exib Jerk}

   She didn't recognise me, from the club.  Probably because I just sat
back, had my 2 drinks, and she saw a lot of men every night.  Not to
mention they're there to see her.  Kind of an upscale exotic dancer club,
you can't dance with them, but it's not the thumping neon rave of a
"Classy" joint.  More like a social club, they have a piano, and all the
dancing has pretensions of art.

   Some human sculpture to admire, I don't like any of the other
neighborhood bars, they mix a good Dark&Stormy, the chop-chop salad isn't
too bad, and there's plenty to look at.  They prefer the term Burlesque,
but with the cover at the door, and price of drinks, they're obviously
looking for the kind of people who can afford to live in this neighborhood.

   Hip, which will cost you.  "As a card carrying dilettante', let me say
that there is a difference between Art and something cool to look at."

   "Uhuh?" Not the best looking, but arguably the best dancer.

   "Take Warhol's soup-cans.  At first, the uninitiated see a lazy copy,
passing off someone else's work.  However, the artist was trying to convey
a message, about mass production, and an homage to the Bauhaus attempts to
bring art into everyday life.  I live with Art, but not everyone is so
fortunate."

   "Are you some sort of Artist?"

   "Yes, and no.  Art is like Zen, or Kung Fu."

   "You know kungfu?" She rubbed my arm.  Good listener, and even greater
flirt.

   "Not the point, that's like understanding Zen.  Kungfu wasn't just
martial arts, but it's an example of greater art.  There's painting,
sculpting, music, and writing, of course, but anything can be raised to an
Art, if you devote yourself enough to it.  Like I said, it's a lifestyle
for me, if I can appreciate it, and fill my life with beautiful things," I
gave her ass a pat, "Then I'd be stupid not to.  I appreciate my beauty, so
it's essentially my life's work.

   So anyway, for another example, you have Robert Mapplethorpe."

   "Who?"

   "Photographer from the 80s," I got out my phone, "Died of AIDS." Or
complications caused by it.  Doesn't actually kill anyone by itself.

   "Who's that?"

   "Lisa Lyon," showed her my background, unlocked it.  "She was a
body-builder, he did a whole book on her." Gallery.

   "Is that why she's, flexing?" Black leather bodice, and mourner's veil,
her arm held up in an L, with her fist tight around her wrist to pop the
bicep.

   "He's also gay." [Self Portrait: 1983] "There was some controversy, that
it was pornographic instead of art, but that's the example.  He was a
sadomasochist, and satanist, not to mention homosexual, so the moral
majority used that as an excuse to censor him.  As if erotica and art are
mutually exclusive.  I've seen you dance."

   "Yeah?" she stepped back, "What did you think?"

   "You're an artist.  Probably why the owner/coordinator hired you. 
Friend of mine, you know he used to work on Broadway."

   "Showed me his award," she nodded.  For "Cats." ~Elliot&Weber

   "So," we're fucking, and "He invited me over to see the new girl..."

   "Nice to meet you," she stood up, and rolled her bike to the curb.

   "You want a ride?"

   She looked back, shrugged.  "I don't want to leave my bike."

   "It'll fit," I hoped.  It was drizzling anyway, kind of late in the
spring, but she had a jacket on.  Dressed for work, and wore makeup, then
changed, and came out cleanfaced.  Unseasonably cool too, with the
overcast, and the mist coming off the mountains.  She rolled it behind me,
to the parking lot.  "Nice bike," said it to break the ice.  Looked like a
track-bike, other than the rear brake, and deraileur.  Boring conversation
about gears, and safety, tough jacket, and helmet.  Not to mention yoga
pants.

   She obviously takes care of herself, which can be an Art as well.  I had
seen her, writhing artistically.  Her clothes coming off in the other
dancers' hands, for her solo.  No sex, definitely erotic, but art.  "You
from New York?" Right coast accent.

   "Delaware, but I went to school at Manhattan."

   "Juliard?"

   "Manhattan School Of the Arts." She shook her head, "I understudied for
Elektra.  Where I met Bruce." Ah, didn't have an opening for her, there. 
But knew a club where they would appreciate her talent.  Or I did, most of
the men there were pretenders, high class call-girls, but posed
appreciation for what is obviously live porn for them.  Don't know the
language to pick up the message, and meaning in the dance, just see hot
women, undressing eachother.  And possibly a pickup.

   Dancer's body.  Lean, but not skinny.  Small breasts, not quite round,
but bulging cones with large pink nipples to match her lips, with the
makeup taken off.  Great smile.  "Where do you live?" She climbed in the
back, over the folded down seats, so I put down the lift gate, and went
around.  She gave directions, but clear across town.  Nice location, shitty
neighborhood.  Apartments, but ground floor.  "A diamond in the rough."

   "Hm?" she pointed, "This is me."

   I got out, but the mist was getting heavier, so I grabbed the umbrella,
and held it next to the lift-gate.

   "Thanks," she set it down, but it was light.  I closed it, and held it
over her, walking her to the door.  There was a porch, under the stairs,
and upstairs neighbor's.  I turned back, and pointed my keys.  The SUV
blinked and blipped, but when I looked back, the curtains swung shut, and
the door unlocked.  "Huh!" she patted his shoulder, "Get ready for bed,
Alex."

   "Okay, mom." He handed her the remote, and ran off to his room.  She
turned off the movie.

   "Starship Troopers." Rated R, on Satellite, looks like.  "Bad
neighborhood?"

   She nodded.  "Can I get you a drink?"

   "What d'you got?"

   "Uh," the kitchen basically the corner of the living room, had to follow
her around the table, across the carpet, and linoleum.  "I got beer, or
wine." Box chablis.

   "I'll try the white." Nappa, but it's not a tasting.  "You don't date
much." She dresses for work, then down to and from.  Or like today, one of
her days off.  Her house said she wasn't planning to bring anyone home.

   "Not a lot of second dates," she sat next to me.  "Huh!  Most guys don't
like where I work, and then there's Alex."

   "His father?"

   "I made a mistake, but I didn't keep him." She hugged, and gripped her
arms.

   "He hurt you." Obviously.

   She nodded, "He was a nasty drunk, but when I got pregnant with Alex. 
Huh!  When he kept hitting me, when I was pregnant, that was too much, so I
left."

   "No child support, prenup?"

   "We weren't married.  The rubber broke.  I'm not sorry, I love Alex,
makes it worthwhile to work, and come home to him."

   "He knows where you work?"

   "Well, we don't have bring your son to work day.  He's too young, even
if I could, I wouldn't take him there."

   "How old is he?" Missing some teeth, growing back at least one in the
front.

   "Seven?" Cute, though.

   "Well," I felt her arm, "I don't have a problem with your work, nor
having a son." So, she'd turn, and I can lean in to kiss her.  Nice thing
about these stripper sluts, they're a lot quicker and easier than the more
hesitant prudes.  She knows how to kiss, and being poor, that can make them
desperate.  I like the lower class, that desperation makes them sexier to
me than the pretentious goldigging bitches with delusions of Power.  I
especially love that they know their place, or they can learn.

   "Huh!" she rubbed my shirt.  The shower stopped, and she crossed her
legs when he came out.  "You ready to go to bed?"

   "Yeah," he just went in his room, in a towel.  2 bedroom, the bath was
like a closet with a tub, and a cheap curtain/rod.  I like the lower class
homes, too.  I guess I'm slumming, but it's like an old pickup. 
Technically I have a truck, but you can't take it out, and climb a mountain
in it.  Might scratch the paint.  She has a real body, lithe and muscular,
but not molded into a copy of the fashion body.  She had spots, dark ones
like overgrown freckles, and scars.  I felt down one on her hip.

   "Hh!" She felt my hand, so I pulled down the side of her underwear, and
I scooched on the bed.

   "You like to watch?" I stood up.  She shook her head, so I turned, and
cut off the light.  A little orangeish shone in the window, from the
storage center across the fence, but without the room's reflection, I saw a
shape.  Through the window, hair, and curious little eyes.  I grinned, and
unbuttoned my pants.

   "Can you turn it back on?" Naked now, I like her tattoos.

   Right, Exhibitinist.  She likes to be seen, I like to watch.  And Alex,
I couldn't see his eyes go wide as my boxers slipped down, or his head
bobbing with his fast short strokes, but I bet I knew what he was doing.  I
guess I can understand exhibitionism, nothing to be ashamed of, so let's
give him a show, Mom.

   She rubs my abs, and I must say that I do have a personal trainer.  My
cock, too.  She pumped the skin down to expose the head, and get it wet in
her mouth.  I sat down, to reach her cunt, spread her legs, right by the
window.  "Yeah," nice and wet, took 2 fingers right away.

   "Nm?" Her eyes, looked up, mouth full, her spit shining on top where
they pulled back wetly, and she rubbed me with her tongue.  Then, she spat
me out, grabbed a rubber from her bedside.  Hm, small collection of toys,
but a good selection of 3 different styles, and porn.  2 duplicates, small
butt hers, and hers, or double penetration?  She doesn't date much.  "Huh!"

   I climbed on, took her hands, and held myself up on the mattress. 
Dragged the rubber down her cleanshaven crotch, and dropped my hips.  Aimed
by feel, and to push up, and look down, but "Look mom, no hands."

   "Ahah ah!  Huhn!" I stopped, pubes pressed hard against her, and rubbed
them in until she relaxed more.  "Mh!" Biting my lip as I pulled back, then
her hands on my hips, nails digging into my ass, scratching me alittle, but
she didn't draw blood.  "Ah, yeah!" she let go to slap me with both hands,
"Yeah?  Faster, nh!  Yeah, aH!" Couldn't go any harder, or deeper, but she
felt my chest, ran her nails over the hairs, and scratched at my flexing
belly.

   "Nh!" I pulled out, "Huh!" hunching as the rubber slipped off, and
grunting to hold it.  "uH!" pull the skin back, and feel it squirt out with
my fingertips.  The thick spurts up the underside ridge.  Reach down for
her tit, and rub the first splash around with my thumb.  "Huh!  yeah." Pat
it, and squeeze the last drop out into the skin.  Pulling it wetly between
my fingers for the intense post-orgasmic pleasure, she starts to sit up,
but I push her back, hold her down by the shoulders, and kiss her neck.  My
cum down her chin, some on her shoulder, and of course the first spot on
her tit.  Hold my thumb up for her to suck.

   I got in, but she's probably been with a lot of men.  She hasn't gotten
off, yet.  But if I want to stay I have to show her how I'm better than any
of them.  For example, I'm not done when I get off.  The first orgasm is
like foreplay, so I can take my time, work my way down, and taste her.  A
subtle flavor, but she'll make more.  Rub my wet fingertips in my nostrils,
and go back down for another taste.  Put her leg up, to reach around, and
fingerbrush her clit.  Look up to watch her face.

   Wincing with pleasure, squeezing her little tits until they slip out,
pinching the nipples so they pop.  "Nh Yrh!" Her face relaxes, then screws
up from me just scrubbing my fingers even faster, back and forth, pumping
more juice out of her until it drips from my knuckles, licking my fingers,
and going back in with three.  "Oh, OUUUAAHHH!  Huh!  Hn!" My curled pinky
bashing her hot lip, pinching her clit between my fingertips, and holding
it.  Mashing it down.  Until she pushed them away, and made it stop.

   "hHihn!" I climbed up, pushed the pillow up with my shoulder, and
slipped my arm under her head.  "HhHhHhuh!" She shuddered.  I kissed her
eye, licked my salty lips.  At some point, she got up, and turned off the
light.  When I looked back, the little peeper was gone, but I got under the
blanket, and held it up for her.  "Did anyone ever tell you," she grinned,
and sat down, "You eat twat like a lesbian?"

   So, probably hers, and hers.  Not surprised she's bisexual, saw her
dancing with the other girls, she doesn't look uncomfortable at all.

   Flashback {Bf/M Cons/Mole}

   My first time?  Well, I guess that would depend if you mean my first
boy, or man?  I went out with Stephanie in junior high school, but she was
a freshman, when we started making out.  So, a couple years, I was older,
but she started growing first, or at least showing.

   Everyone noticed, all the other boys, some of the girls, and even some
of the men in her life.  She had a step-father, he never touched her, but
he always commented on how she was growing up.  Out, especially in the
hips, though most boys noticed she was getting boobs.  I was her friend,
the only boy who was her friend, because I didn't try to get in her pants.
She wasn't modest, but she told me the sex part was "Scary," which was why
she wasn't ready.

   Which is why she started going out with me.  I understood, agreed to
take it slow, and let her set the pace.  I was happy enough feeling her up,
and dry humping through our clothes to jack off.  Later, until we started
doing it together.  Playing with ourselves, before she was ready for me to
touch her naked, we watched, and she let me jerk off on her legs.  She had
the prettiest legs, and the shoes her step-dad got her, to stretch out her
calves, and make them look even sexier.  She liked it too, quickly
fingering herself to an orgasm while I licked them off.

   Then, her father had a little talk with me.  He noticed me, too. 
Hanging out, spent the night sometimes on weekends, or every other
afternoon during the week.  The way I looked at her, and we're becoming
more affectionate.  Didn't mention playing with ourselves, watching each
other, or licking my cum off her toes."

   "You like feet."

   "I appreciate beauty.  You have beautiful feet too, but it's not like a
fetish.  Some feet are beautiful.  SMWQ!  I love your toes, and this pink
polish makes them even prettier."

   "You sure you're not a foot-fetishist."

   "I'm a fetishist, kinkster.  No, feet are the least of my fetishes, but
yours are exceptional, too.  That's all."

   "Well," she picked up a very nice pair of pumps, "You can jerk off on my
feet if you like."

   "Huh!" I took one, looked at the stiletto heel.  "Would that turn you
on?" Her breast jiggled with her shrug, so I kissed it.  "Not really, you
know BDSM?"

   "I'm not into it."

   "Well," I rubbed my ass, "It's like anal, not for everyone, but there's
even more ways to go about it."

   "If I was into that," she looked away.

   "Well, you do have the Audible version of 50 Shades of Grey."

   "Yeah," she laughed, "Because it's funny!"

   "Good," I rubbed her chest, but it was warming.  "So, you know it
doesn't have to be like that." Kissed her nipple.

   "Abuse, acquaintance rape disguised as seduction?"

   "No," I looked back up, "I mean the woman can be on top.  I don't want
to dominate you.  Like your show, you're in control, right?  All those men,
watching you." Yeah, starting to smell a little ripe, too.  "Huh!" Feeling
damp as well.  "You know how they're looking up at you, on stage?  That's
what it's about, you.  Standing over me, in these heels." Run the tips down
her thigh.  "Maybe even walking on me?" She looks fairly light.  She's a
dancer, skinny, but tall, and muscular.  Especially in her legs.

   "Well," she watched it.  "Huh!  I guess I never tried that." And smiled.

   Brad {MF...B Nude Pedo Voye Affe NS.}

   In the night, I felt in her drawer, for another rubber.  I woke up, with
her hard tight biker's buttocks against me, then woke her up.

   She kissed me, "Good morning," and turned back.  I felt her from behind
until she was good, and wet, and slipped the rubber inside her.

   "Yeah," it sure looked like it would be.

   She got up, made coffee.  Stark naked, the side of her ass still drying
from where I licked off the mess.  I flushed the rubber, and pulled on some
shorts.  Then I felt her ass in the kitchen while it dripped.

   "You like anal?" She looked back, so I kissed her cheekbone.

   "Huh!" She shook her head.  "Tried it." Didn't mind me rubbing her ass,
and slipping my hand sideways between her tight cheeks.  "Hm!" she poured a
cup.  "I should get Alex up," I let her go, poured myself some, watched her
walk back to the bedrooms.  Didn't get dressed, just opened the door, and
turned on the light.

   "Aw mom!"

   "I know, but you have school." she came back, her nipples popped leaning
over the freezer, I got in a quick goose before she stood up, and nuked an
Eggo sausage sandwich.  "Wait a minute," she bit her lip, "He'll be gone
soon enough..."

   He got dressed first, so I whispered in her ear.  "It doesn't have to
hurt," she was warming up, though the sausage, and maple flavor drowned out
her smell.  Getting moist on my fingers, though.  I wiped them on her lips,
and she sucked them off quick before he came out.  I kissed her, still in
nothing but my shorts, but he didn't even look.  At her, or avoid looking,
he still acted half asleep, and apparently just got used to his mom,
sitting around, stark naked.

   I sat down, hard.  He kept glancing over, blushing shamefully, and
looking down.  He took a bite, but looked again when I put my foot down,
and crossed the other to my knee.  Moved it to the leg of my shorts, and
bounced my foot, but it held up the hem, so the skin wrapped tip poked out.
He looked again, then stared.  "Finish up," she held his head, and kissed
his hair, "Honeybun.  You don't want to miss your bus."

   He did, so I put my clothes on, and gave him a ride while she got ready
for rehearsal.

   "You seem pretty independent," and used to seeing his mother naked.

   He shrugged, "Mom has to work," and nodded, "She gets like 3 days off."

   "You know where she works."

   "Yeah," he nodded, "it's okay," lied.

   "But."

   "Huh," he looked at me, "All those men," looked up, and took a long
blink.  "You're not jealous at all?"

   I pulled up beside the school, but he waited.

   ...

   "Well," I thought, "I guess there's no reason to treat you as a kid."
High school, "I know boys your age are curious about sex, but."

   "I had all the talks," he nodded, "Hell, I tell the other boys what-all
they got wrong."

   "Yeah," I rubbed his hair, "And you're a bright boy." He smiled.  "Thing
is, there's different kinds of sex, you know?" Yes, he did, "Some guys like
prim and proper women, of course.  Why some like other men."

   "What do you like?" Glad he asked!

   "Do you know what a cuckold is?" He shook his head, "But you've heard of
a Mistress." Nod, "Good, well when a woman cheats on a man, that makes him
a cuckold.  Now, most men get jealous, but I'm actually turned on by it. 
That's why I like what your mother does.  I like to see her dance naked
too, you know she's a real artist?  Well, she has this, effect on men."

   "I know!"

   "But that effect affects different men differently.  When I saw your
mother dance, it was as much to see the men, like you said, `all those
men', wanting her." Even before I knew she had such a cute little boy. 
"Then when I have her, it's even more, huh!  It's hard to explain."

   "Yeah," he looked back up.  From my lap, and the fine cotton of my
pants, stretched tight over my shorts.  But there's kids around walking
right past.  "Are you gay?" He turned his head, sideways.

   "Huhaha!  I think you saw how gay I'm not last night," I grinned and
winked.  "I don't just like women."

   "Is that why you like watching men fuck her?" My mom.

   "Why do you?" I should probably pull over on the way back, before I get
blueballs.

   "I dunno," he shrugged and got out, before the bell rang.  Which is fine
with me, I had to do something, but he cums off gay-curious.  And there's
still a little mystery, is he circumcised?  Never saw him naked, but he got
a good look last night, and took every chance when he thought I wasn't
looking.  But sitting right next to me at the breakfast table, "Huh!" I got
it out.  On the hiway, but traffic was headded in town, and, "Huh!"

   Does he have any hair on it yet?  I know he's getting hard, watching men
fuck his mother, "HuhuhuH!" Just hold it steady, nothing to see here mister
trucker man.  Yeah, I'm a voyeur, but I understand exhibitionism.  Doesn't
matter, he'll be cumming soon.  The question is will I be there the first
time, to see it, taste it, and show him how to eat it?  "Uh!"

   Yeah, better pull over.

   BRMP!  BURMP!  Behind the trucker, signaling, looking back in his
mirror. I pushed the signal up too, followed him when he turned.  Pulled
over, and pushed open the door over a ditch.  Out bye the airport, I
climbed up, grabbed it, and sucked him off, but didn't get hard again so
soon.  "Huh!" I gulped, and licked my lips.  "Thanks," got out my wallet.

   "I don't need your money," he pointed, "Get out." I shrugged, and left
it on the passenger seat.

   "Need it more than me," I shut the door.  `Dirty little spic.' Walked
back.  Nice thick burrito dick, and he didn't clean it right.  Rub the
ceiling of my mouth with my greasy feeling tonge.  It's nasty, downright
disgusting, I loved it.  Pushing up the back of my throat so I can feel the
skin bunching up around the head.  Opening up to gush thick hot sticky
spurts down my throat.  Holding his cute little head, so he gags, and
coughs, then spraying the rest in his face so the bangs stick to his
eyebrowns, and he has to blink away the spurt right in his eye.

   Get hard again, before I get back to her place, but she's already gone.
Left my phone, "Oops!" But the patio door is locked, I can see the bolt,
and even chain done on the front door across the living room.  An excuse to
cum back, there it is on her dresser, but she's an exhibitionist.  No
curtains, the upstairs porch shades it well enough from the southwestern
exposure, but she doesn't mind people looking.  Seeing her naked, watching
her get dressed, shower.  It's a corner, but everyone has one.  More like 3
duplexes stacked across from eachother than a converted motel, or the 1
housing project.

   "Huh!" Got her number, in my phone, but I guess I can call her at work.
As good a reason as any to cum back...

   Simone {MF Cons SM}

   He came to see me at work.  Called first, we're rehearsing on the back
stage, but the club doesn't close.  It's why I started working here, they
have daytime hours so I can rehearse while he's in school, but with 4x10
hour days, I get 3 days off to take care of him.  My little angel is
growing up, I hear his bed squeeking at night, and I don't feel bad about
him noticing boys now.  It used to make me a little uncomfortable, knowing
how thin the walls are, he can hear me, I just can't keep quiet when it
gets passionate, but that actually reassured me.

   He doesn't look at me sexually, I'm his Mom.  And that's a relief, as
long as he's not bullied for his sexuality.  My brother was, and he had a
hard time in middle school because of it.  I guess you could call it a day
off, we all come in to rehearse, but he met me in the alley, outside the
doors to the dressing rooms.

   "How'd it go?" He kissed me, already had my bike loaded in his Cadillac.


   "Not bad," I held on, my hips tight against his muscular thigh, and felt
his tight firm buttock.

   He jumped, and laughed.  He bit his lips, I never imagined how sexy it
could be.  Slapping a man's ass, My man's, and him biting his lips, so I
kissed him again.  "Hhn!"

   "Better get me home, before we get too horny."

   "Yeah."

   Andy {MB Con?  Exploitave.}

   "Huh!" I let the chain swing, and didn't bother with the other locks. 
They're unlocked.  He knocked again, so I just opened the front drapes. 
The neighbors complained, their kids might see it.  Oh no!  The rest of our
windows?  Stay out of our yard, stop looking in our windows, and blaming us
for what you see.  Human bodies, so what?

   He knocked again, so I looked back, nodded at the window.  "Mom's at
work," Saturday.  I sat down on the couch.  Right across from the window,
he's not going to try anything right here, in front of anybody just walking
bye, but he closed the front door.  "You mind if I grab my phone?" Shake my
head, and turn on the TV, he didn't even close the door.

   Yup, pretty sure he's one of those guys.  You know, the ones you're
supposed to look out for?  Didn't even lie about it, or say he wasn't. 
Just didn't answer the questions, but I made a couple laps around that
bush, and I was mostly hanging out to keep watching mom's sexploits.  I'm
not in any hurry to run away, but I could stand to start getting some
action.  And I'm a little scared, it's real exciting.

   While he's back there, switch the DVR to the PPV I recorded.  "College"
MMF, but so obviously a dorm set, and actors too old to be.  "Oh," he came
out, and went to the front door, I rubbed my pants.  "Uh," Looked at the
nob, the locks, and the windows.  "Huh!  You want me to go?"

   "No," He raised his hand, "Don't lock it." Wink.  "Get the blinds."
Drapes too, "You know, the walls here are paper-thin, and the church lady
across the way has 9-11 on speed dial?"

   "Yeah?" I got up, on the coffee table.

   "Have a seat," started working on my button.  "You like to watch?"

   "Yeah," he laughed.  Behind me, "Keep your pants on," I looked over,
"For now." He smiled, but just let the ends of his belt hang.  "Sugar
daddy?"

   "Is that a game?"

   "No, it's a job.  Nice belt." I pulled my pants open, and let them hang
down by the flaps.

   "Nice underwear," I shot my hip.

   "Thanks," my girlfriend let me borrow them.  I started swaying them,
back, and forth.

   "You know," I slipped my shirt slowly up my back, "Huh!" arched, "A lot
of momma's dates don't come back." We had this conversation, but it's
better than thinking up a song.  "Can I see it now?" I half turned,
pointing it down, to hold it back while my thigh was in the way, and
slipped my hand out of my underpants.  "It looks so big!" Before they got
too tight.

   Saw it last night, maybe half a foot, but what I really like is the
shape.  I got on my knees, leaned over his, and held them together.  "I
heard you talking to mom, last night." Put my elbows down on his thighs,
but kept my back arched.  My ass high, where he could see it, but out of
reach.  Wiggled it like a cat about to pounce.  "Huhhhhhh!" On it, slipping
the skin back.  "About domination?" Licked my lips.

   "Yeah?" Looked up.

   "I know," lower my eyes, "I'm not a girl, but." Wave it, he looks back
down.  Letting go, I took his hand, and lifted his thigh to tuck it under.
He did the other side, before I even reached over.  "So," I grinned up,
"We're going to play a little game." ;) "Look, don't touch." The rules are
simple: You can look, but you don't touch.
That way, if they asked if he touched me, we can both honestly say no. I
crawled back, straightened up, and let the bulge hang back.  Held in only
by how tight the white cotton panties are, I turned, twisted, bent, and

slapped my ass.

   "Uhuh?" He nodded.  Sitting on his hands, so hard the skin pulled tight
over his hard little head.  It belled out, like the neck of a rifle case,
and tapered out like the body of a belted magnum.  And, I was still pretty
little.  Basically not doing any of the things that would accelerate my
growth, letting my libido develop, and escalate at as little a superhuman
rate as possible, but the softcore sexual tension has been maddening, until
a molestor finally showed up.  Mom's also a bit of a smoke-screen, very
Very few men look past her to see me, as anything but in the way.  It's
actually rather flattering.

   "Nh!" It's so hard it's practically pulling my panties down.  "hH!" And
dryly slipping over my sensitive tip.  "HhHH!" Shudder a little, but my ass
is heating up so much from him watching me, throbbing in his lap, the
little pink slit exposed.  "hN?" Hold my breath, feeling the hot drop
squeeze out, and sticking wetly.  "huh!" Twitching, the dry cotton slipping
on my buttocks, another drop printing below the first.  "uH!"

   "Hhuhuh!"

   I pulled my pants up, "You can let yourself out," I locked the bathroom
door, and took a shower.  Feeling dirty, I Pounded my ass full of lotion,
and squeezed my prostate dry.  Licked it from my fingers, and stepped back
in the water.

   "Yeah," I decided to take my time with him.  "Huh!"

   He just locked the knob, so it latched shut.  I threw the bolt, but let
the chain hang.  Didn't steal anything, so I went back, took the towel off
my hair, and dried off the mirror.  Grabbed mom's razor from the tub, and
more lotion.  Sniffed it, she buys it for her.  Yeah, it's a shitty
neighborhood, but she saves on rent, and we actually live pretty well. 
Pretty stubbly, I start on my pubes, and close my eyes, to feel them catch
roughly on the sharp blades.  That gets me hard enough to get my dick, and
balls.

   It's a fantastic lookin dick, but I got tiny thumbs, and haven't been
borrowing any hardware from mom's toy drawer.  He's into BDSM but, start
slow.  Light, build gently, make it last, and milk every drop of pleasure
out of him, so he'll stay.  I think he's good for mom too, but I guess
that's enough waiting for 1 lifetime.

   Cum in my hand, so I can lap it out, and hold it under my tongue. 
"HnhHhn," Breathe through my nose, catch my breath.  Take a while to soak
in, but this way I'm no bigger than a typical 7yo.  Well, in the bone
structure, that's a 12yo's dick, and I'm more sexually developed than a
26yo man on steroids, but nobody noticed.  Least of all mom, I kept my
shorts on, when she was looking.  But when she's fucking, "Huh!"

   Yeah, that's just about enough watching, waiting, and jerking off, but
I'll take it slow.  Don't over-escalate, pretty sure that's what ruins it.

   Brad {MB Sext MC.}

   [Hey.]

   [Who RU?]

   [Alex, but you mind calling me Andy?]

   [Of course not.  U mind talking about what happened this morning?]

   [Pretty bad, huh?]

   [Y, but I just want you to know that I could get in trouble.]
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   Not my first rodeo-cowboy.  ;)]

   [LOL!  K.]

   [So, I'm not sending any dic pics.

   .

   .]
[IMG:]

   [Ooh!  U look Xited!  Can U do video?  I wanna watch U jerk off.]

   [Can U?]

   [Vid?  Not something you want on your phone.  Even if you delete it,
seriously.  Have U done this B4?]

   [Sexting?]

   [No, the other thing.  U no, the 1 were not texting about or taking
pictures of?]

   [No, but IKWYM.  Sorry.]

   [OK, it's your record, buddy.  IKUR Xited, but try to think about it.]

   [OK UR right.]

   [IK, TTYL.]

   /]

   Simone {FM B SM.}

   So, I can't dominate.  He loves my nails, and says he trusts me enough
to tye him down, so.

   "Yeah," we tried it, on my day off, while Alex was in school.

   And I still fit my old cheerleader uniform, so we went in his room. 
It's a boy's room, but just don't pay attention to the posters, or the
clothes on the floor.  He has a good point, it's the right kind of bed, and
the gaps between the headboard and the posts turn out to be a pretty good
place to tye his wrists.

   "How's that"

   "Not too tight," shrug.

   "Why do you like it?"

   "Huh," he thought about it, "I don't know, I tried it.  Tried just about
everything else, but this.  I didn't think I would, kind of saved it for
last, but.  Well for one thing, there's stuff you can't sit still for."

   "Like what?" It's interesting.  We talk as much as fool around, and I
really like that.  It's different, and interesting.

   "Huh!  Well, I don't know if you can hurt me."

   "Have you seen your back?"

   "No," he grinned, "But, I like your nails." I noticed.  I don't mean to
scratch men, but when it's passionate, also noticed he didn't complain
about it.

   "I'm not a sadist."

   "That's even better.  I'm not really a masochist, either, but it's about
the fantasy.  Cheerleaders aren't supposed to do this shit.  You do, I was
with some of them in high school, and college, but the uniform isn't the
kink.  You like scratching me with your nails."

   "Well, you liked it."

   "Because you like it," he nodded, "That's feedback, you please me, which
pleases you, which pleases me, which is how we build up to some pretty
fucking mindblowing sex."

   "I'll say," it's honestly been a while since I enjoyed it this much. 
"Like the exhibition."

   "Right, but I'm a man, you're a woman, that fits together." Speaking of
which, I leaned over, and climbed on.  "We have fantasies, though.  So,
once we get past the novelty, we learn eachother's kinks, so we can blend
them together into Our fantasy.  Right?"

   Yeah, "Sure," I kissed him.  He told me, unfortunately I have to do all
the work.  "So," I bit my lip, and lightly scratched his chest, "What do I
do?"

   "Huh!" he rolled his eyes, "If I direct you, then I'm controlling the
scene.  You take drama?"

   "One semester."

   "Well, you can get into character.  Who am I to you, what are you
punishing me for?"

   "Coming in my room, and taking my panties?"

   "Yeah, so brother, or father?  Neighborhood boy next door?  How about a
creepy pedophile?"

   "You need a character too."

   "We need a scene, you need to get passionate enough about it that you
don't have to think about what to do.  Or, you can just fuck me like this,
it's exciting enough for me."

   "But I can hurt you?"

   "If it's sexy, that's the hard part.  Enough pain to make it even more
intense, but even I have a limit, so you don't want to ruin the scene."
Like that hasn't happened yet?

   I'm not even turned on any more, but he's here, he's hard, and I know
how to handle it.  Weird cock, though.  Kinda big on the bottom, and skinny
on top, feels amazing, but.  "Hm,"

   "Yeah, tease me." I looked up, "You know how to tease," ;) "right?" I
squeezed it.  "Mh!"

   "Sh." I grinned.  "Let me think." I scratched his balls, gently.

   "Yeah."

   "Shut the fuck up!"

   "Yesmistress.  Ah!" Pinched the skin hard, "MHM?" But he grinned. 
Pushing my buttons, but it worked.  I wasn't mad, but it was annoying.  You
know how to tease, right?

   Yeah, I'd show him.  It's what I do.  This isn't so hard.

   So, I sucked it in.  Just the skin, but enough to pinch it gently and
roll it between my teeth.  "Uuuah!  No, don't stah!" I bit harder and
grinned.  This is fun, what did he say about character?  I just had to get
in my space.  All the things I threatened to do to jerks, you know guys
that can't take yes for an answer?  You give them a little, and they take
all they can get, or say they understand the rules, then get gropey right
out there at the tables?

   Well, yeah.  I had a little stress to let off, and I didn't think how
having a guy that wants to be hurt this way could make me feel about it. 
But I remembered the face of every catcaller on the street in the last
week. Every proposition by a greasy bald fat asshole that smells like cheap
beer and cigarettes.

   "Hhuh!  Allright, that's enough."

   "Sorry,"

   "It's fine, but I need, you think you can get me off?"

   "I'll try," I grinned.  So, I moved up to his cock.  "Ugly little
thing."

   "Uhuh?" Pull the skin back.

   "Looks like you stuck it in a pencil sharpener." Okay, I looked up
Femdom on my phone, and there was this one video of a handjob.  I tried all
that, starting with a nice twister back and forth around the neck.

   "Ngh!" He jumped when I yanked it off.

   "I guess if you fuck't a pencil shapener," I gripped the skin with my
nails, "It would cut this off." He jerked again, but the skin snapped back
down, and the pisshole showed again.  So, I let go of the bottom, and
scraped my fingernails down his skin.  Started pumping him slowly, loosely.
"You want to get off?  Yeah?  You'll get off when I say you can get off."

   "Huh!" a quick pump.  Hold it...  "Huh!  HhehEHhehuh!" His tight hairy
abs bounced, so I petted and scratched them some.  Breathed on his hanging
sack, "Ah!" I slapped his tummy.

   "Mh," I stood up, "I guess that's hard enough." Went back to my room,
and got a rubber.

   "Simone?" I peeked around the door, waved it, and smiled.  "Don't leave
me like that.  That's something we'll have to talk about."

   "Later," I tore it open, "After I fuck you." Those three words.  I fuck
you.  Not just fuck you!  I'll do the fucking, never thought about that.  I
let him fuck me, even asked some to fuck me, but I never tied a man down
and fucked a man before.  I really shouldn't have waited so long.

   "You ready?" He nodded.  I took it slow.  Stopped when it started
bulging, so it really feels like a little dick?  That's kinda neat, work my
way up to more, instead of jamming it in, and trying to breathe until I
loosen up.  "Yeah," I felt his chest, and pulled the skin tight again, on
the bottom.  Even through the rubber, I've had natural guys before, but
maybe it's the way it's shaped, I don't know but I can relax, and stretch
him deeper.

   "Mh!" God, my tits are on fire!  Somehow, I don't burn my fingers,
pulling out the hard points, and letting them slip back to my nails. 
"UhuhHH!" Most of it, back out a little, and "Mhm!" Maybe the biggest,
around at the bottom, I wonder if I can get a toy that shape, like a
reverse buttplug, and god, my asshole is stretched so tight I can feel it?
"AhHNN?"

   So quickly?  I barely fucked him, like a stroke and a half, but I dug my
nails in so hard I'm pretty sure I was bleeding.  "Nyhea!" I let go,
grabbed his chest, and fell on it.  Held on.  "Fuch meh!" It's just an
expression, I could barely breathe enough to say, but he put his legs up,
and I just held on.  Stopped even trying to breathe, I didn't get off
again, but it just seemed to keep going forever.  The heady feeling, even
after he got off, and slipped out.  Felt too good to move, until I had to
untie him.

   "How was that?" He grinned.

   "O My Fucking GOD!" I shook both hands in front of me, I just wanted to
scream!

   "I know, right?"

   Alex {MB Cons}

   I came home, and you know it actually felt like home?  Not right way,
but we moved, he had plenty of room, or enough rooms for Mom to have one,
but she slept with him.  "Hh!" Up in his room, he had a balcony, and a
patio door, but it was way off the ground, so I had to climb the gutter.

   My mom never, well I don't guess I saw her every time, with every man,
and sometimes she got loud like that, but just watching her explore his
masochism.  Some people play with pain, maybe they have a sadistic
boyfriend, but are really a bottom, or whatever.  But her new boyfriend
loved pain, needed it to get it up, and got off on it.

   But, she kept working, so when he came to pick me up, we could go home
together.  "Huh!"

   "You weren't never spanked, were you?"

   "My daddy," I nodded, "But she made him stop."

   "You know he was an abuser, right?" Nod, therapy, remember?  "Well, I
was wondering if you ever tried it, spanking a grown man?"

   "Just kids," I shrugged, "You know, like play spanking?"

   "Yes I do," he laughed, "Because that's what I'm talking about.  Not
really hurting me, but."

   "You want me to spank you?" He sighed, gripped the wheel.

   "I like spanking," dangerously long blink, but we're at a light, so I
couldn't just pull it out, suck off the skinny end, and pump the bulging
bottom in my hands, but I was getting pretty cum-starved.

   "Sure," I grinned, "You been a bad boy today?"

   "Oh yes," he rubbed my leg, "So bad, you wouldn't believe."

   "You'd be surprised." Mom's an exotic dancer, somewhere between a
semi-pro gold-digger, and a cheap stripper.  She's done things, in shows,
and after.  She dances, but some of the scenes are sex scenes, or even
rape, so she has to act too."

   "Mhm?"

   "So," I shrug, "I guess it's like acting then?"

   "You like acting?"

   "Idaknow," I lied, "I heard of actors, but I never."

   "Well, it's like let's pretend, only for adults." If you ignore the fact
that I'm not quite a teenager yet, but that's part of the grooming.  Make
me feel older, bigger, closer to getting out and making a life of my own,
finding a man.  "Huh!" I guess there's that, "I'm gay, you know." In the
proverbial room.

   "I'm not surprised," way up in the hills, there's no mountains in-town,
but the city goes right up to them, and some of the yards are very steep.
But he lives on top of a hill, so it levels out, and you can look over the
city, from the balcony.  Very private balcony, nobody around to see what's
happening on it.  There's a house in the way, and the yard drops off like a
cliff held back by stone walls.  Or, if you could fly, but I found out how
to get on the roof, and climb around all the weird complicated pitches,
make it look like it was randomly put together, from smaller roofs, and
just shingled over the gaps.

   Or, that's how it looked, on the way up.  Still overcast, but not wet.
At the moment, it should dry up soon, for a few months.  If I can keep them
together through spring, maybe I can start in a better school this fall...

   "If you don't mind me asking," I made conversation, "How'd you get like
this?"

   "A kinkster?" he shrugged, "Well, professionally I worked as a bottom,
You know what that is?" I am one, but professionally I would think like the
opposite of a Dominatrix.  "but I also made some investments.  Huh!  I grew
up middle class, though.  Before I found sugar mommas, and made a little
money, I had a girlfriend." Held up a finger, "One."

   "What happened to her?"

   "I raped her." He sighed, guilty, but just kept driving.  "Accidentally,
or that's what I thought.  I was a kid, wait until your hormones kick in,
but I couldn't control myself.  Huh!  I had issues.  Most guys go through
this phase in high-school, where we start getting hard, and all we can
think about is sex."

   "I know," he nodded, seriously.

   "Yeah, but you're seven?" That' what his mom said, not that I checked
the birth certificate, but why would she say he's younger?

   "Yeahbut, huh!  I started puberty when I was 5.  Mom had this boyfriend
over, or really another one nightstand, but he was taking drugs. 
Testosterone, uhm.  Not Viagra, the other one."

   "Cialis?"

   "No," uhm, but his lip, "Virone, I think.  Like a transman, but born a
man, and never man enough for himself.  Everyone has issues, I guess, you
know the type, nice car, pickup lines, impotence anxiety;"

   "So, like your father." Okay, exactly like my father, in fact.

   "I guess," I lied, "Never knew him that well, he left before I was born,
saw him in court a couple times for child support, or the restraining
orders, but anyway.  I heard him talking about his meds, and how they make
him even more of a man.  I think he wanted to be a superman, or thought he
was, only in bed instead of fighting crime."

   "Did he abuse you?"

   "No, he wasn't abusive.  He just loved to fuck, and it made him feel
better about himself, I guess.  Cheated on her too, but with other women,
dancers in her troupe, this was back in Brooklyn, but she caught him with
the Choreographer, and didn't go out with him again.  Not really the
husband/father type, but he left some of his meds behind.  Uh, like a
couple pills, and a tube of cream.  Huh!  She threw them out, but I
stupidly thought if it can make a grown man bigger, it might make me, grow
as a boy."

   "It did."

   "Kinda," I nodded, "Not normally, but you know.  I started early."

   "When you're 5?"

   "Well, really I was about six.  Didn't really notice `till then, but I
took the pills, and jerked off with the cream before my birthday.  So,
about six.  My doctor says I'll probably stop before I'm twelve, and be
short, there's been other cases, it tends to stunt our growth, but I'm
otherwise fully adult now."

   "Huh!" he kind of pouted, and nodded his head.  "That's weird, but I
guess I like it."

   "So, what happened after you raped your girlfriend?" Sounds like a great
story, maybe even a Memory for later.

   "Huh!  Well, she broke up with me.  Beat me up, and I mean she really
kicked my ass, then I guess she had an affair with my little sister to get
back at me.  She hated me, for so long, but we lived right next door, went
to the same bus-stop, we couldn't avoid eachother really, and she was going
out with my sister.

   Oh, she got pregnant, too.  Huh!  Uh, Sierra, that was my sister's name,
she moved over there, until she was really pregnant, but she just seemed to
get more, and more violent.  She shot 2 guys.  I swear, they were
gangbangers, but just from the way they told the story, it sounded like it
was just for talking to her girlfriend, and also reverse racism.  They
called her "Blanca" which is Spanish for "Whitey."

   "And then?" Well, she had the baby, and came back to me.  I have a
daughter, too, but I don't get to see her.  But, when she came back, she
was a lot more violent.  Sexually violent, sadistic even, and I guess all
that wrestling around with Sierra payed off, because she was even better
at, well I guess sexual wrestling, what she called it."

   "Sounds like rape."

   "I guess, like rape, only we both wanted it, it just took a while to
find our roles.  Because, you know." He looked over, down.  "Right, sorry."
Shook his head, "Huh!" Thought.  "Boys and girls get taught, a lot of stuff
you don't need.  Like `It always hurts the first time' right?  Wrong, it
doesn't have to, but if you don't know what you're doing, and you can't
control yourself, you can hurt them.  That's what I ment by accidental
rape. I didn't mean to, or want to hurt her, I just couldn't control
myself, and well." He signaled, on the empty street, or paved shelf around
the side of the hill, but he hit the phone.

   "Call home."

   "Yes, Andy?" `She" sounded a lot like Siri.

   "Almost home, so could you open the gate, and the garage?"

   "Yes, of course Andy."

   "Thank you," he hung up, "Sorry about that!"

   "Don't be," I laughed, "At least you don't waste time with your keys,
and shit." Okay, he jacked off to me playing in my panties right in front
of him, so he doesn't police my language.  The gate opened for him,
automatically, expecting him, and picking up a handshake from his
phone/car. Not AI, just a reasonably convincing User Interface, so you can
talk to your house.  The gate swung back, even as the garage opened up. 
Not like magic, he had an Overhead Door (R), but he didn't have to hit a
button for it, and the Phone/Car/Home app was a bit more secure than a
simple Microwave Remote.

   The other side was empty, since he let mom borrow his Butte.  Sorry,
that one's the Mogul, kinda experimental hybrid between a hot-hatchback,
and a minitruck, like a short wheelbase Pulsar NX, short Suzuki Samurai or
the Avalanche's kid sister.  Or, maybe an El-camino with a short bed, and
factory top that hinged up from the back of the cab, and the Caddy luxury
package.  IDFK, they tried them for like a year, production prototype, they
dropped in 2017.  Upscale version of the Chevy Wyoming, or GMC Butte.  The
"Ranch Hand" edition'd carry a bale of hay, or a full sized goat in a cage.
Or, it could do light duty street racing, with some performance mods, and
an aftermarket graphite top.  Or a half convertable with the top off,
whatever.  It could carry her bike, in the rain with the passenger seat
folded up.  I think the important thing is it matched the Escalade in the
Garage.

   "So," the OD rolled back down, "You wanna play `till she gets home?"
Friday night, everyone works the weekend, she'd have monday, and wednesday
off, but still had Rehearsal on friday.  And usually stayed for tips from
the friday night crowd.  We had hours at least, it could be all night, but
at least I don't have to entertain myself.

   Interestingly, I'd been through his wallet.  Mostly plastic,
emergency/petty cash in the hundreds of dollars.  His name was Jose' Joshua
Miller, but he told mom she could call him "Brad," and had his house call
him Andy.  Hm, yeah.  I know that type.  He doesn't, he nodded like he'd
seen one before, or heard about it, but Narcissism is a mirror.  He's a
Power-Asserter.  Charmer, privileged, nice cars, and a halfway decent
manipulator.

   Pretty standard script, if you know it:

   "You ever heard of BDSM?"

   "I don't like it."

   "What about Femdom?  You want to tie me down, spank me..?"

   Then, ask her if she wonders what it's like.  Later, after the
honemoon's over, then you can tie her down, rape her ass, bite, and whip
her, sexually enslave her, unless I distract him.  Go ahead, and try that
with me, Mom doesn't need any more abuse.  She's just getting over some of
it now, and this Femdom kick is really helping her confidence.

   But I know the type, and now his script.  "Mhm?" He's still looking, but
not touching, but that's how I control him.  He thinks he's controlling
himself, we're just playing, I'm seducing him.  But really, I'm holding him
back, from mom.  As long as he has me...

   Or until I make him Mine.  "Mind if I take a shower first?" I locked the
door.  Master-bath, bigger'n our apartment.  We didn't have much to pack,
but it's pretty much the proverbial lesbian second date move: Kinkster
Edition.  Both of them used to 1 night stands, until finally finding
someone they might actually be able to live with, and after years of
waiting, ordered a U-haul.  Most of it would go in 1 run with his car, and
truck.

   Yup, Androgel, and Cialis.  (R, Tms) "Huh!" Yeah, he knows the type. 
Earworm that the topical steroid doesn't have to be applied to the armpit,
only the armpit, you might want to wear gloves.  Try to keep away from
mucus membranes, genitals, children, women who're pregnant, nursing, may
become pregnant, or are post-menopausal/hysterectomy unless they're gender
dysphoric, and don't mind about quadrupling their risk of genital/breast
cancers.  Stop if you start developing gynecomastia, unless you're gender
disphoric...

   }You sure you're not a doctor?{ I didn't go to school, but I inherited
some of this knowledge from my father, in utero, and I'm starting to
experiment with the techniques.  }I bet you'd make a great doctor.{ Well
thanks, but I made all but the worst doctors in all of the hystrys.  The
only reason I wasn't the worst was because the #1 was my father.  So yeah,
no, I don't make a particularly good Doctor.

   }You're a girl.{ Yes, I was.  Among just about everything else, but I
started out a girl.  }You're pretty.{ Thanks, I know.  }Remember, your
daddy with the;{ Topical hormones, but let's save it for our/mother's
boyfriend.  }Okay, you know best.{ Of course I do.

   The host, maybe a little retarded, but at least I can leave him a little
better off than a complete deadhead.  }Zombie.{ Yeah, you could call them
zombies.  He's probably going insane in anticipation out there by now, so
let's get out.  You ready?  }Yeah!  I never spanked a daddy before!{ Good.

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