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Schoolboy Sissy Slut 
(humil, rape mmm/m, spank, oral, forced tv/tg, f/m, fem-dom, ws, scat, 
M/m, bi-male, F/m inc etc...)


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Here's part 8 - Hope you like it :)
  
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Schoolboy Sissy Slut
©1998 Mr Pornwriter

Part 8		Mum's The Word

David Merton shut his eyes and let his head sink through the bubbles 
that floated on top of the bath water. Emersing himself in the warm 
water below, the boy allowed himself to escape from the cruel world in 
which he'd been decreed as a plaything of his tormentors. For a few 
seconds while he held his breath, the schoolboy felt safe from the 
outside world.

After his sister's boyfriend had finished ejaculating down his throat 
and rolled off the abused youngster, David had freaked. He'd scrambled 
off the bed and ran out of the hotel room before anyone could stop him. 
Not bothering with the lift, David dashed down the many flights of 
stairs and emerged in the hotel lobby.

The cross-dressed teenager, his mouth and face stained with sperm and 
faeces, ignored the strange looks he received and continued out of the 
hotel. David kept running despite feeling that his lungs were close to 
bursting. He had to get away.

Finally he made it back to his Mother's house, relieved that he'd 
remembered the way. Suddenly though, panic swept through the young boy's 
mind when he realised that he didn't have a door key. His Mother's car 
wasn't parked outside which was a good thing really. He didn't want her 
to see him in the state he was. But on the other hand, he was locked 
out!

David walked round the side of the house and climbed over the fence. To 
his great relief, the sliding patio door had been left unlocked and 
David rushed upstairs to the bathroom where he stripped and ran the 
bath. While the bath water ran he washed his face and cleaned his teeth 
several times to try rid himself of the foul stench and taste of his 
sister's excrement.

Underwater, David tried to block out the evil events which had marred 
his first day at the coast. After holding his breath for as long as he 
could, he raised himself up and broke through the surface of the water. 
He gasped for air and felt his ears pop as the bubble bath sizzled 
around him.

Just then the bathroom door swung open and Sarah Collins rushed inside.

"Ah! Oh Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" exclaimed David's Mother, 
putting her hand to her chest. "Look, I need to pee and the downstairs 
toilet is out of action. You don't mind do you?" asked Sarah with an 
anxious look on her face.

"No, Of course not mum" David replied, covering his groin area with his 
hand.

His Mother was dressed in the same shorts and T-shirt as when he'd seen 
her earlier. David didn't know where to look when his Mother unzipped 
her shorts and pulled them down to her knees, followed by a pair of 
skimpy cotton panties. He couldn't help noticing the dark patch of pubic 
hair covering his Mother's snatch as she sat down on the toilet opposite 
the bathtub.

"Aaaaaah, that's better" sighed Sarah, letting a stream of urine splash 
noisily into the bowl below. Her son turned and looked down, embarrassed 
by her lack of modesty.

"So, what have you been up to?" asked Sarah as she continued to urinate.

"Umm, not much" was all David could reply.

"Where's Kathy?" Sarah's peeing was becoming more intermittent as her 
bladder emptied.

"She - erm... went out, I think" offered David, hoping his Mother 
wouldn't keep up her questioning.

Sarah tore off some toilet paper and put her hand between her legs. 
David's eyes were drawn to the sight of his Mother wiping her pussy just 
a few feet away.

"And what are they doing here?" Sarah pointed at the pile of clothes on 
the floor. Before David could say or do anything, Sarah leant over and 
picked up the bikini top, holding it in her hand while giving her son a 
questioning look.

"I - err..." David was speechless. He couldn't tell his Mother that 
Kathy had forced him to wear the girl's clothes. His sister would punish 
him severely if he landed her in it. He tried to think up an excuse but 
in the end all he could do was lower his head and start to cry.

Sarah stood and pulled up her knickers and shorts. She knelt down next 
to the bath and put her arm around her naked son.

"Aww baby, don't cry. So you like to wear women's clothes. It's ok. I 
understand"

"But -" David tried to protest but his Mother continued.

"Shhh, it's alright baby. Mummy doesn't mind." She pulled David closer 
to her, pressing his wet head against her breast.

Despite Sarah's wrong deduction, David allowed himself to be comforted 
by his Mother. He felt her large warm bosom heave against his face. At 
least she's nice to me, he thought.

After a couple of minutes Sarah released her son and stood up.
"Now I'm all wet" she said smiling and promptly reached down and pulled 
her T-shirt over her head. Sarah's large breasts jiggled in her white 
lacy bra, her nipples visible to David through the thin material which 
also looked to be damp.

"Come on. I think you'd better get out of that bath before you shrivel 
up like a prune" instructed Sarah, reaching for a towel from the rail 
hanging over the radiator.

David reluctantly stood up, trying to keep a hand over his genitals as 
he did so, which wasn't easy. Sarah reached over and pulled out the plug 
while her son climbed out of the bath.

She held the towel in her hands and began to dry David's head and 
shoulders. Next the attractive thirty-four-year-old rubbed the fluffy 
towel over his shoulders and back, brushing his arms out of the way when 
she moved round to his front.

"Oh, don't be shy David. I am your Mother, after all!" She gave out a 
little chuckle. "I haven't done this since you were little, have I?"

David blushed as his Mother knelt down and dried around his little cock 
and balls, and then reached underneath and rubbed along the crack of his 
bottom. After making sure that her son was dry all over, Sarah Collins 
took the boy's hand and led him naked onto the landing and along to her 
bedroom. David allowed himself to be laid face down on the bed where he 
snuggled up, sinking his head into the soft pillows. He had to admit 
that it felt nice having his Mother make a fuss over him.

Sarah stroked her son's damp hair and let a hand gently trail down his 
back and into the cleft of his buttocks. David couldn't help feeling 
slightly aroused as his mum massaged his bum cheeks, letting her index 
finger brush along past his anus. It felt nice and cosy, lying on his 
Mother's bed being pampered by the scantily clad Mother of two.

"David, just lie there and relax" Sarah whispered to her little boy as 
she stood up and left the room. David felt totally at ease and felt 
himself drifting off to sleep. The frantic events of the last few days 
were catching up with the young schoolboy and a few minutes later he was 
fast asleep.

David felt himself dreaming. The week's events flashed past him in 
broken fragments. He saw Tony Gate's face greedily staring at him as the 
handsome older boy pulled down his underpants in the gym. Then his 
thoughts fast-forwarded to when he was running around the school playing 
field, dressed in a gymslip. The taunting faces of his classmates and 
the girls playing hockey entered his mind to torment him yet again. The 
gorgeous Lisa Sheridan smiled demurely as she bent over and showed her 
firm, tight buttocks encased in a pair of skimpy satin panties. This 
image was soon replaced by that of an ecstatic Mr Bates, the deputy 
headmaster, pushing his manhood up David's anal passage, thrusting 
deeply into the boys bowels. Only it wasn't Mr Bates. The face changed 
to that of his father, just before he pumped his man seed into his own 
son's arse.

It was uncanny. It was almost as if he could feel Andrew Merton's large 
prick pressing against his tight ring. He could feel the stabbing pain 
that accompanied the anal rape of his precious opening.

The pain increased and David felt himself awaken, expecting the 
nightmare to end. His eyes opened but the pain was still there. He tried 
to move his arms but they were held in place either side of him.

As David twisted his head to his side, reality caught up with him. There 
behind him was his Mother. She was totally naked except for a large 
strap-on dildo attached round her waist, which she was pushing playfully 
against his arse.

Then David noticed that whereas his Mother had removed all her clothes, 
she had dressed him in an assortment of women's underwear. He was 
wearing some sheer black stockings and suspender belt, over which he 
adorned a pair of black silky French knickers. Only the cami-knickers 
were the open crotch type that allowed his Mother access to his 
baby-white arse. The lingerie was complemented with a matching silky bra 
that was fitted so tight it dug into David's sides.

Sarah Collins saw that her son was awake and leaned over so that her 
face was practically next to his. David struggled to free himself but 
the silk scarves attached to his arms and legs were securely fastened. 
He wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh baby, you're awake. Did you have a nice sleep?"

"Wha- what are you doing mummy? Let me out of here!" demanded David, 
finding the bizarre circumstances difficult to take in.

"Well honey, I always thought you acted more like a girl than a boy" 
explained his Mother. "And now the fact that you are a sissy boy is out 
in the open, it's only right for me to treat you like any little-cocked, 
sissy-slut ought to be treated" she reasoned.

"But I'm not a sissy!" wailed David, his eyes filling with tears.

"Of course you are, David." Sarah reached under David's legs and 
squeezed his small dick through the silky panties. "Let's face it. 
You're never going to impress any girls with this baby sized cock of 
yours, are you?"

David's face went bright red at his Mother's last statement.
"Oh, how could you mummy!" he squealed, feeling totally humiliated.

"How on earth you managed to inherit such a small dick, I'll never know" 
continued Sarah. "I mean, it's not as if your father has a small prick. 
Far from it, he's got a wonderfully big cock!"

David knew only too well about the size of his father's penis, being the 
recipient of Andrew Merton's man-meat only the night before.

"And you're such a little wimp. I bet everyone at school laughs at you. 
It wouldn't surprise me if all the boys have you sucking their cocks 
already!" Sarah looked at her sissy son who burst into floods of tears 
at his Mother's correct assumption.

"Yeah, I thought so. You're a little sissy cocksucker!" Sarah took hold 
of her large artificial penis and pushed it hard against her son's 
butt-hole. With a firm push and a scream from David, the elasticated 
ring gave way and allowed the flesh-coloured latex to enter his sacred 
hole.

"Do your school friends know you like to dress as a girl? Do they know 
you're a fucking transvestite?" Sarah's rhetorical questions were met by 
screams from David as she built up a steady fucking rhythm with the 
strap-on dildo.

When the cries from her son got too loud, Sarah reached down and 
produced a pair of white cotton panties. With one quick movement she 
shoved them in David's mouth, muffling the boy's protests.

"I thought I might need these to shut you up." Sarah's large breasts 
bounced on David's back as she leant over him, fucking him doggy 
fashion. "They're a pair of Kathy's I found in the laundry basket. She 
made a right mess. There's a long shitty stain in them."

"Can you taste your sister's shit, David?" Sarah was by now in a wild 
frenzied state. The sexed-up Mother was humping her little boy's 
crossed-dressed arse for all it was worth.

David gagged on the foul tasting material of his sister's soiled panties 
while his own Mother fucked his boy cunt, screaming obscenities at him.

"I bet you'd love to fuck your sister wouldn't you? You're such a 
twisted little sissy slut, I bet you'd love it. You'd probably even like 
to fuck your own Mother. Am I right? Yeah, you want to stick your tiny 
pencil dick inside my hot cunt don't you? Well you're not going to. The 
only thing you're any good for is being fucked!"

The screwing David was receiving, was getting harder and faster as Sarah 
neared her orgasm. She grabbed hold of David's bra strap and held it 
like reins at a rodeo, fucking her little son's arse right up to the 
hilt of the ten-inch dildo.

"Aaaagh, Yes, I'm coming! Mummy's coming up her little sissy son's 
slutty arse!" She reached over and pulled David's shoulders towards her, 
forcing the huge penis into the deepest bowels of her son's behind. 
David grimaced with the pain and bit down on his sister's shit covered 
panties in his mouth.

Sarah Collins collapsed on her son, squashing him beneath her. She 
stayed like that for five minutes as the waves of her multiple orgasm 
gently ebbed away.

David could only sob quietly to himself, waiting for his Mother to 
withdraw the plastic penis from his anus. This she did eventually, not 
bothering to remove the panties stuffed in David's mouth. Sarah silently 
got up and walked into the bathroom to shower.

   ************************************************************* 

Later that evening, David found himself in bed in the spare room, still 
dressed in the black silky underwear. He lay there wondering what to do. 
It was clear that he couldn't stay here as he'd originally planned. That 
was for sure!

He thought about his Dad. Although his father had raped him, he wasn't 
aware that it was his son's behind he was fucking. Well at least not at 
first. And his father had been very quiet the next morning. Perhaps he 
was regretting his actions. After all, he'd never done anything like 
that before.

Yes, I'm sure Dad's sorry for what happened, thought David. I bet if I 
went home right now we could forget about the whole episode and life 
would get back to normal.

These thoughts filled David with optimism. He couldn't wait to get home 
and make it up with his Dad. Reaching for his wristwatch on the bedside 
table, he saw the time was 1:30 a.m. Had he really been asleep for that 
long? He had to sneak out of the house before his mother and sister 
awoke the next morning. He remembered that the first train didn't leave 
until 7:00 a.m. so David set his alarm for six o' clock and fell back on 
the bed.

   ************************************************************* 

David was already awake before the "beeb - beeb" of his watch told him 
it was time to make a sharp exit. After looking around the room, he 
cursed to himself that he couldn't find his underwear anywhere, but at 
least his jeans, T-shirt and trainers were still where he'd left them. 
Not wanting to hang about longer than he had to, David slipped the jeans 
and shirt over the women's lingerie and slipped his trainers on, over 
the stockings. It felt rather strange, but David was more intent on 
leaving the house without waking up the two women.

After creeping downstairs, David found his suitcase where he'd left it 
in the hall. He picked it up and slipped quietly out of the house. The 
sun was just starting to rise as David walked quickly in the direction 
of the train station. Not too quickly though, because his bottom was 
still quite sore. After half an hour he finally made it to the station 
and boarded his train twenty minutes later.

By ten o' clock David was walking up the path to his front door. On 
entering the house he found the breakfast things scattered over the 
sink.

Of course it's Friday, thought David. Dad'll be at work. Oh well, it'll 
give me a chance to clear the house up. That will put him in a good mood 
when he gets home.

And so, the young schoolboy went straight to work on the washing up and 
vacuumed the lounge and dining rooms. He got the bathroom cleaner from 
the cupboard under the sink and went upstairs. After cleaning the bath 
and toilet, David removed the rubber gloves he'd been wearing and wiped 
his brow. All the chores had worked up a sweat on the youngster and he 
decided to change.

He walked towards his bedroom, pulling off his T-shirt on the way. Of 
course, David realised, noticing the bra he was wearing. I totally 
forgot about all this underwear. No wonder I'm so hot, he said to 
himself, laughing out loud at his own stupidity.
As he neared his bedroom, David unzipped his jeans and slipped them off. 
Holding them and his T-shirt in one hand he opened the door to his 
bedroom.

"Oh no!" he cried, at the sight before him. "I don't believe it!"


Continued in Part 9




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