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Archive name: Rob.txt (m/F, inc)
Authors name: Rob Thompson (address withheld)
Story Title : "Call me Mommy"
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Hi, my name is Rob Thompson. This story is about
a time in my life that I'll never forget. It is a true
story, not the whole story, but as much of it as I'm
willing to tell the world. It took place just about a
month before my 16th birthday, when my parents sat me
down and told me the news that they were getting a
divorce. I wasn't really suprised since they had been
sleeping in different rooms for over a year, but the
worst part was that they wanted me to spend the summer
with my mother's twin sister, Aunt Linda, who I haven't
seen for over 3 years. We all thought that Aunt Linda
was strange because she has never been married. The
rumor in the family was that she was a lesbian.
When I arrived in South Carolina, I was amazed
at how much Aunt Linda looks like my mother. I knew
that they were identical twins, but it is impossible to
tell them apart. On the way to her house, Aunt Linda
told me that she knew I wasn't exactly excited about
spending the summer on a farm, but she promised it
wouldn't be all bad.
When we got to her house, she took me around the
huge old house and showed me all the rooms. Then she
told me that the house was used in the underground
railroad during the old days before the Civil War. I
had read about it in school, but really didn't know
much about it. She told me that over the years she had
found quite a few secret doors, passageways, and hiding
places through the house. I asked her to show them to
me, but she said that it might be fun if I looked for
them myself and it would give me something to do on
rainy days.
After about a half hour of looking, I found a
small lever on the inside edge of the bookcase. I
pulled it out and one entire section of the bookcase
pushed in to reveal an opening. With flashlight in
hand, I went forward into the passageway. The passages
seemed to wind all around the huge house.
On the 2nd day of exploring, the batteries on
the light went dead. At first, I couldn't see anything
but as my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see rays
of light passing through small holes in the wall. The
first hole I looked through was to the kitchen, where
I saw Aunt Linda washing the dishes. After watching
her for a minute or so, I began to search for other
holes in a effort to make a mental map of the passage-
ways. There was at least one hole in every room on the
first floor amd I also found a few other secret doors
on that day.
After a few days of searching around, I told
Aunt Linda that I found all the secret passages and she
seemed really suprised. She told me that it took her
months to find them all and had thought that there may
be some that she never found. She then asked if I was
sure I had found them all. I told her yes I was and
they go all around the house. She smiled and said, "oh
that's all you found." She then told me that they go
up and down and Uncle Jake even claimed to have found
one that led to the barn.
So, after dinner, I excitedly hurried off to the
passages again. This time taking the flashlight to see
what I had been missing. Sure enough, I found some
secret doors leading up and down. I climbed up first,
and walked along a very narrow passage on the 2nd
floor. I heard water running and tunred off the flash-
light to see if I could see light coming from any
holes. At the far end of the passageway, I saw several
beams of light.
As I peeked though one of the holes in the wall,
I saw Aunt Linda in the shower. At first, I couldn't
move, I just stood there like a zombie and watched the
soapy water running down her naked body. As I watched
her, my dick began to throb. I had never seen a naked
woman before that, and I was instantly galvinized by
this strange and erotic sight. Without hardly thinking
about it I unzipped my pants and let them fall to my
ankles and pulled out my cock. As I watched her slide
her hands over her soft breasts I stroked myself. It
didn't take long for me to cum and I tried to contol
myself to keep from moaning to loud and I milked the
last drops of cum from my dick.
I began looking at my aunt in a new way from
then on. I became obsessed with watching her. She
always seemed to take a shower or bath at the same time
everynight. I even found a hole in her bedroom where
I would go to watch her while she dressed. This went
on for a couple of weeks until one night I had found my
way to the hole in bathroom wall and she wasn't there.
I was about to give up, thinking I had missed her al-
ready. I took one last look and then felt a tap on my
sholder.
Aunt Linda was standing behind me in a thick
white robe. It was obvious what I was doing and I
didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, waiting
to be slapped or something. In a really soft voice,
she asked me if I had been watching her. I slowly
nodded my head, expecting the worst. She just smiled
and said it was OK because she had been watching me
too. My jaw about hit the floor. She took my hand
and pulled me to a small secret door that led right in
the bathroom.
She turned the shower on, let her robe slide on
to the floor, and then stepped in the shower. I guess
I was in shock or something because I just stood there
and watched her until she asked me if I would like to
join her. I quickly got out of my clothes and got in
the shower behind her.
She called me her dirty little boy and said that
"Mommy" was going to wash me. She told me that I looked
really nice, and that made me feel proud of my body.
She commented on how tan I was and who nice my mucels
looked. Then she started with a sponge and ran it along
my chest and then got on her knees and slowly started
to soap up my hard dick. She lightly stroked it a few
times and asked if it hurt, she said that anything that
hard would probably hurt, and that she could probably
make it feel better for me. I said, "yes Aunt Linda."
She smacked my ass hard and told me to call her
"Mommy." I then said, "yes, Mommy." I was rewarded
with "good boy" and a deep kiss on the lips. I felt
like I was being controled by this older woman, but I
didn't care, I just had one hope raging through my
teenage mind.
Then she turned off the shower and dryed me,
then herself off. I stood in the middle of the bath-
room with my cock looking like a flagpole. She told
me it was time for bed. She took me by the hand and
led me to my room and tucked me in bed. She asked me
if I wanted to hear a bedtime story. I was up for
anything at this point and eagerly said, "oh yes Mommy,
tell me a story."
My "mommy" began telling me a story about a
little girl with an ice cream cone. I have no idea
what the hell she was talking about, but she slid her
hands under the covers and started stroking my cock
while she was talking about how the little girl kept
licking the cone. Finally she pulled the covers down
and asked me if my penis still hurt. I said, "yes
Mommy, very much." She asked me if I wanted her to
kiss it and make it feel better. Before I could
answer, she was licking and sucking my cock!! My mind
was blank, I was doing nothing but feeling the wonder-
ful sensations she was giving me with her expert mouth.
After a few minutes of this, I exploded in her mouth.
She swallowed every drop. Then she pulled the covers
up and kissed me goodnight.
The next morning, she woke me up with breakfast
in bed, as usual except this time she fed me each bite.
Then she took me to the bathtub and bathed me. We had
sex several times each day for the next week. At first
I thought the mommy thing was just a sexual game that
she was playing, but she finally admitted that she
liked little boys and had often seduced many of the
boys in town and that she didn't like adult men and
that is why she never married.
For the rest of the summer, I was her little boy
and at the end of the summer I called my parents and
asked if I could stay with Aunt Linda. My father
didn't understand, but the divorce was final now and
mother had full custody, so she decided we could move
in with Aunt Linda.
Aunt Linda and I continued our affair, and
although I was afraid we would get caught, she said
always not to worry. After a couple of weeks, I
started becoming a little more bold in our lovemaking.
One night I was in my bed, when I felt a hand
on my cock which was followed very quickly by a mouth.
The mouth sucked furiously and much harder than Aunt
Linda had ever done before. I moaned and said, "oh God
that feels great Aunt Linda." I forgot to call her
"mommy" and for once she didn't correct me. I flipped
on the light as I was about to cum and as I exploded in
her mouth, I noticed a scar on her right hand. It was
my mom!!
The End
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