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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Mom's Addiction - 1

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Mom's Addiction - 1 (F/b, b/b, exh, inc, voy, ped)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A young boy discovers the pleasures of a mother's 
addiction and the attention of a close friend.

***

The first time it occurred, I was twelve and in eight 
grade. The only sex I'd had at that point in my life had 
been mutual jerk off sessions with some friends and a 
couple of blow jobs I'd gotten from the weird guy on the 
next street. I'd enjoyed the blow jobs, but the man was 
extremely weird. He used to fawn over you, stroking your 
hair, saying he loved you, and trying to kiss you. 
Yeeesh! 

Well anyway, this one morning, I was about to leave for 
school. No one else was awake other than my mom. My two 
brothers and sister were too young for school yet and my 
dad had worked a late shift and would sleep 'til early in 
the afternoon. My mother always got up to make me 
breakfast and wish me a good day. I'd awoken with a 
morning hard on and had been unable to dissuade it. 

I hadn't had time to jerk off because my mother had come 
into the room to make sure I was up. I'd dressed and done 
my morning ablutions then joined her for breakfast. I ate 
and she drank coffee. I'd finished and was getting ready 
to leave. I'd put on my jacket and grabbed my book bag 
and was heading for the door when my mother called me 
over for the obligatory good by kiss. As I walked towards 
her, her eyes looked me up and down and then they stopped 
at my crotch. I saw them widen a bit and realized she'd 
noticed my condition. 

"What's this?" She'd chided and surprised me by touching 
her fingers to the lump in my pants.

"Mommmm!" I'd said in a youthful whine and had pulled 
away from her probing fingers. 

I felt the heat rise up in my face and knew that I was 
bright red. My mother chuckled.

"What?" She asked mockingly. "Ashamed that your mother 
saw your little hard on?"

I don't know if I was more shocked by what she'd said or 
angry that she'd called it little. I had a respectable 
four inches and measured up to all my friends. She 
misread the look on my face and pursued the matter.
"It wasn't very long ago, mister, that I was giving you 
your baths," she announced.

"I was eight back then," I retorted.

"Whooo!" She teased. "And now you're a whopping eleven."

"I'm twelve, mom," I said with a pout.

"Just barely," she retorted.

"Well, whatever, but.," and I hesitated because 
everything I wanted to say didn't feel right in front of 
my mother. 

"But what?" She asked, and a strange look crossed her 
face. 

It was a look of determination. At first I thought it was 
anger, but her mouth wasn't tight and I realized it was 
something else.

"You're still my little boy," she informed me, "and, as 
your mother, I say when you're too old for certain 
things. Now, as far as your little problem here. I don't 
think you should go out of the house like that. You'll 
probably scare all the little girls and frighten the 
nuns."

She laughed as she said that and I felt myself grinning 
at the image. But, the grin didn't stay long as I felt my 
mother tugging on my zipper.
"Wha.what are you doing?" I asked as I tried to block her 
access.

"Taking care of your little problem," she said as she 
pushed my hands aside.

The next think I knew, my zipper was down and my mother 
was fishing inside for the entry to my underwear. It only 
took her a moment and then my hard cock was pointing out 
at her.

"My," she whispered, "that is a nice one."

I was speechless. I felt like it wasn't my body standing 
there and that I was just an observer. I watched as my 
mother grasped the hard cock before her and as she slowly 
began stroking it. She watched the foreskin move up and 
down , causing the head to play hide-n-seek. Her hand 
sped up slightly and I heard a moan, but didn't know if 
it was mine or hers. 

I didn't last long and within a minute my youthful sperm 
was leaping out a her. The first stream landed on her 
forearm and the next onto her robe. Two more weak blasts 
came out, but got no further than her hand. I stood there 
and stared down at the stain on my mother's robe. It was 
just a shiny, wet stain. It glistened like the trail a 
snail leaves behind. 

My mind whirled and couldn't focus. Then, I watched as a 
pair of hands pushed my limp cock back into my underwear 
and as my zipper got pulled up. I brought my eyes up to 
look at my mother. She had a strange look on her face. It 
wasn't shame or embarrassment. It wasn't anger or 
resentment. It was a look that I couldn't fathom.

"There," she said, "all set for school."

Her voice had a husky, smoky quality to it that I'd never 
heard before. I turned dazedly and walked to the front 
door. I remember looking back at my mother as I pulled 
the door shut behind me. She was sitting, slouched in her 
chair with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The 
table was between us and so I couldn't tell what her 
hands were doing. I closed the door gently so as not to 
disturb her. 

I met up with some of my buddies as they walked to school 
and fell in step with them. We walked along for awhile 
and then I felt one of them punch me on the arm.

"Oww! What was that for?" I asked Charlie.

"Trying to wake you up," he said with a grin. "You 
haven't said a word all this time. What are you? Asleep?"

"Uh.yeah, I'm still tired," I lied. 

I wanted so bad to tell them what had happened, but knew 
it was the wrong thing to do. I tried to stop thinking 
about what my mother had done and tried to pay attention 
to my friends' chattering, but it was difficult. I was 
glad when we got to school. 

We barely made it inside before the bell rang. I joined 
all the other kids in my home room as we hung our coats 
on our designated hangers and went to our seats. It 
wasn't long before my mind started to wander and the next 
thing I knew, I was once again sporting 'wood'. This went 
on the entire day. I had never experienced this before. 
It was like one constant erection. I had to spend the 
entire time in the bathroom during recess so that no one 
would spot my condition. 

I sat in a stall and slowly and quietly stroked my cock, 
but I couldn't get off because the monitor kept opening 
the door and asking if I was okay. I kept telling her 
that I was fine, but just a little 'bound' up. I gave up 
trying to jerk off and left the restroom only a few 
moments before the bell rang for class to resume. The nun 
who was monitoring the restrooms gave me a strange look 
and I think she also got a glimpse of the lump in my 
pants. I saw her raise her rosary up to her lips and 
start praying as I left the room.

The second session was no different. I still sat with an 
annoying and uncomfortable bulge in my pants. At one 
point, I spread my legs slightly to ease the cramped 
feeling and tried to adjust myself. I glanced to see if 
anyone was looking and found Jennifer Rideau, who sat 
next to me, staring at the pronounced bulge in my pants. 
Her head whipped around when she realized I had seen her 
looking and a redness suffused her neck.

Lunch time arrived and I scurried down to the restrooms 
once again. I'd been unable to urinate earlier, because 
of my condition and now I was on the point of bursting. 
Sister Rosa was still on monitor duty and her eyes 
widened as I appeared.

"Back again, Timothy?" She asked and I noticed her eyes 
quickly glimpse down.

I just nodded and didn't bother correcting her. My name 
was Thomas. 

Our restrooms were strangely built. I think it happened 
when they put in the locker rooms. The toilets are in the 
room where the lockers are, but the urinals are in their 
own small room. The door opens to the side, but if you 
are standing there when it opens, you are looking side on 
to the urinals. 

I opened the door and found a half dozen boys watering 
the porcelain. I had to wait a moment for a urinal to 
become vacant and took my place. The others quickly 
finished and they all hurried out to eat their meager 
lunches. I stood there holding my swollen cock and wished 
that it would deflate so that I could void my bladder.

The nuns never checked on the room with the urinals due 
to the fact that it would have embarrassed everyone if 
they did. I was standing there when I saw something move 
out of the corner of my eye. I stood still and tried to 
focus on my peripheral vision. It took me a moment to 
realize that it was Sister Rosa looking through the 
slightly opened door. 

I felt a strange impulse and I backed away from the 
urinal slightly. Just enough so that she would get a 
glimpse of part of my cock. I thought she was only 
checking on me and that that would cause her to back away 
quickly, but it didn't. I then realized that maybe she 
wanted to see my cock. I let out a sigh and slowly back 
up a few more inches. She probably could see all of my 
cock now. Still in its rampant condition. I grasped it 
and squeezed it. It didn't help my condition any, but it 
felt good. 

I moved my hand slowly and stroked my swollen member. 
After a few moments, my hand started moving faster. I 
threw caution to the wind as I turned slightly and gave 
Sister Rosa a clear view of my ministrations. I looked up 
and saw that the door was opened the width of her face 
and she was staring avidly at my cock. I saw her tongue 
come out and moisten her lips. I kept on stroking and she 
kept on staring. She would look away every now and then 
to make sure no one was coming, but otherwise she never 
took her eyes away. 

I lasted for three or four minutes and then my legs shook 
and I gave out a loud moan as my cock swelled and spurted 
semen onto the floor. I was looking straight at Sister 
Rosa and could see her eyes open even wider as my small 
load of cum splattered onto the tiles. Her mouth was 
slightly agape and she appeared to be having trouble 
breathing. The sensation in my cock caused me to close my 
eyes in ecstasy as I squeezed out the last few drops of 
cum, and when I opened them again, Sister Rosa was gone.

I turned back to the urinal and after a half minute or 
so, I felt the welcome relief as urine sprayed out of my 
cock. It looked like a shower head as the urine came out 
in all different directions. I stood close to the urinal 
so that it didn't spray everywhere. I sighed as the last 
few drops dripped off the end and I finally put my cock 
away. I washed my hands and left the room. Sister Rosa 
was nowhere in sight. I was walking away when Susie 
Randell came out of the girls bathroom with a very 
peculiar look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help but asking.

"I think Sister Rosa is sick," Susie said.

"Why's that?" I asked her.

"She's sitting in one of the stalls and making really 
funny noises," Susie told me.

"What kind of funny noises?" I pressed.

"Well," Susie said, and as she thought about how to 
describe them her mind must have realized what she had 
heard because she suddenly went bright red and her eyes 
widened. "Just noises. That's all," she huffed and went 
walking away. 

I had a strong urge to check out what Sister Rosa was 
doing, but knew that if I got caught looking into the 
girls' bathroom that I would be on detention for life. I 
had a pretty good idea that Sister Rosa was doing 
something naughty, but I didn't know how girls did that 
stuff and couldn't quite picture what she was doing.

There were only a few minutes of the half-hour lunch 
period remaining when I found the guys. They were sitting 
on a small wall that ringed the play area. No one paid me 
any mind or asked where I'd been, which was fine with me. 
"Hey Tommy," Charlie said as we were walking back to 
class. "You want to come over and check out that model I 
was working on. I got it all done last night."

"Cool," I said. "Okay."

"I'll catch you after class," Charlie said as he went to 
his home room and I went to mine.

I sat and noticed that Jennifer kept throwing glances my 
way. I don't know why, but her attention aroused my 
sleeping cock and it stirred to life once again. I 
couldn't believe that I was once again sporting a woody. 
I felt like I was cursed. This time, my cock was all 
twisted and bent and it was almost painful. I tried to 
move it without straightening my legs, but couldn't. 

I waited until the teacher had turned her back to write 
on the black board before stretching out my left leg. 
Jennifer's eyes fixed onto the lump in my pants and she 
watched unabashedly as I pushed and tugged it into a 
better position. I looked at Jennifer and her eyes were 
fixed on my erection. There was a strange hunger in her 
eyes and I noticed her nostrils flaring. My mind went 
into a spin once again. I was trying to figure out why 
all this was happening to me. First my mother, then 
Sister Rosa, and now Jennifer Rideau. 

The rest of the school day passed much as the morning 
had. I sat there with my bulging trousers and tried to 
concentrate on the lesson. Jennifer would routinely check 
on my condition. I would occasionally reach down and 
under the guise of adjusting myself would give my cock a 
squeeze. Jennifer would follow my hand as though she were 
a marionette. 

Every time I reached down, her eyes would follow. I saw 
her frown slightly at one point and I looked down and 
realized there was a damp spot where the end of my cock 
was. I had been leaking so much that it had soaked right 
through my underwear and my levis. I would watch Jennifer 
out of the corner of my eye and whenever I touched my 
bulge, her small chest would rise and fall discernibly. I 
noticed that she too, as had Sister Rosa, would moisten 
her lips on occasion. This was all new to me, but I was 
logging away all the information I could. 

The bell rang suddenly, signaling the end of school, and 
it had caught me completely by surprise. It had caught 
Jennifer too, because she practically jumped out of her 
seat. She gave me a long puzzled look and then went and 
got her coat and joined her friends as they left the 
room. 

I found Charlie waiting in the hallway. I held my book 
bag in front of me as we walked down the hallway and 
headed for outside. We were almost out when I saw Sister 
Rosa coming out of her classroom. She stopped short when 
she saw me and quickly reentered her room.

"Gee," Charlie said, "I wonder what that was about. It 
almost looked like she was scared of us or something."

"Yeah, or something," I said, but didn't expound on it 
even though Charlie gave me a puzzled stare.

We had been walking for awhile and I had been musing over 
the day's events when I thought to ask Charlie something.

"Hey, Charlie," I asked, "what do you know about Jennifer 
Rideau?"

"Ooooh! Tommy's got the hots for Jennifer," Charlie said 
in a sing-song fashion.

I just glared at him. Sometimes he pissed me off, but he 
was my best friend and I put up with it. He saw that I 
was serious and he stopped joking around. He looked 
around to see if anyone was near us before saying 
anything. I don't think there was a person within a half 
mile, but he whispered none the less.

"I heard she likes to do it," he whispered.

"Do what?" I asked him without thinking and then realized 
what he'd meant. "How do you know?"

"I heard Francis talking one time," Charlie said. 

Francis, his brother, was fresh out of high school and 
was starting his first year at college. He'd left a few 
weeks earlier.

"Heard him talking about what?" I pressed. I knew I would 
have to drag everything out of him.

"He thought I was asleep one night when he had some 
friends over. Right before he left for university." 

"Uh huh," I said to encourage him.

"They were sitting around and drinking beer. Boy, if my 
parents knew, they would really have been pissed off."

"Yeah, yeah," I said in exasperation. "So what did they 
say?"

"Well, they were talking about all sorts of stuff, you 
know. Mostly crap that they'd done in high school and 
were talking about the stuff they'd miss doing together 
and stuff and then they started talking about girls."

'Finally', I said to myself, 'he was getting around to 
it', but he stopped and, after a few steps, I had to 
prompt him again.

"That's it?" I asked. "They were talking about girls! 
What's that got to do with Jennifer?"

"Oh," Charlie said, surprised himself that he'd stopped. 
"Well they talked about a bunch of girls and then 
Choochoo Peterson said, 'man, I'm really gonna miss ole 
spread eagle Rideau'."

"Spread eagle?!" I said in confusion. "They call Jennifer 
'spread eagle'?"

"Nah," Charlie answered and laughed. "They were talking 
about her older sister Denise."

I already had heard that Denise Rideau was supposed to be 
a slut, but she was like in her mid twenties and was a 
non entity in my life.

"Okay," I said, "I'm confused now."

"Well," Charlie said, "that's when somebody brought up 
Jennifer."

"Yeah?" I asked, since it looked like he was about to 
stop once again.

"I think it was Paul or maybe Marc Hansen," Charlie said, 
fishing in his thought pool for a name.

"I don't care who it was, Charlie," I finally blurted out 
in exasperation. "What did they say about Jennifer?"

"Jeeze," Charlie said, "don't blow a gasket!"

I stopped walking and stood staring at him. I was on the 
verge of punching him in the nose, but I reeled in my 
frustration and simply said, "Jennifer?"

Charlie stood before me and finished his story. 

"Well, whoever it was, said, 'I wonder if her little 
sister is going to be the same way. I hear the whole 
family is like that.' Then someone else said, 'I hear its 
because their old man starts fucking them when they're 
just little kids.' And then everybody was going like, 'No 
way!' And 'No shit!' And stuff like that."

"That's it?" I asked. "They think that Jennifer's father 
has been doing stuff to her and her other sisters and 
that's why Denise likes to do it?"

"I heard that Juliette is just like Denise," Charlie 
added.

Juliette was Jennifer's older sister who was a junior in 
high school. Jennifer had four older sisters and two 
younger sisters. I'd often heard that the Rideau's kept 
having kids because he wanted a son. The oldest girl was 
Denise at about twenty-four and the youngest was only 
about four. 

"Who told you that?" I asked Charlie.

"Frankie Paulsen," he told me.

I made a deprecating noise. Frankie was the biggest 
braggart and liar in our class. I never believed a word 
he said.

"It's true," Charlie said. "He said that Juliette let him 
play with her boobs and stuff."

"I'll believe Frankie when I see it with my own eyes," I 
told Charlie, and then we continued on to his house.

"Why are you asking about Jennifer anyway?" Charlie said, 
as we took off our backpacks and our jackets.

"Just curious," I lied. "I sit right next to her all day 
and she's never said a word to me. Kinda' strange."

"Yeah, I guess," Charlie said, only paying half attention 
to my answer as he gingerly took his new model down off 
the top of his bureau. 

I carefully handled the model version of the X-13 and 
made all the appropriate noises and comments. Charlie had 
about twenty models hanging from the ceiling and covering 
every flat surface in his room. He had a lot more 
patience than I did. After about five minutes of talking 
and looking at his model we were both bored.

Charlie was a latchkey kid. He'd been a 'late' baby. He 
had two brothers and a sister. Francis was seven years 
older than he and the other two were way older even. His 
mom and dad owned a travel agency and usually didn't come 
home until seven or eight o'clock. Charlie was like the 
forgotten man and he craved companionship.

We sat on the bed for a few minutes without either of us 
being able to think of anything to say. I think Charlie 
was afraid I was about to get up and leave because he 
nearly spat out his next sentence.

"You want to see some dirty magazines?!" 

"Yeah," I nodded eagerly.

Charlie got up and led me along the hallway and towards 
the basement door. He opened it and turned on the light 
and we went down. His father had a workshop in one corner 
of an otherwise empty basement.

"After Francis left," Charlie said as he took the key 
from its hiding place and unlocked the padlock. "My mom 
and dad cleaned out his room and they found these 
magazines in a box in his closet. Boy, was my mom angry. 
She threatened to pull him out of college. I can't wait 
until he comes home on spring break. She's really gonna 
let him have it."

"How'd they wind up down here?" I asked as Charlie 
finally opened the door to his dad's workshop.

"Mom told dad to throw them away, but I saw him sneak 
them down here," Charlie said with a giggle.

We entered the work shop and Charlie tugged on the cord 
which turned on the old fashioned, over- head light. I 
watched as Charlie moved aside some boxes on an upper 
shelf and finally pulled down a box that was supposed to 
contain a power sander.

"Jeeze," I said, "how'd you ever find them up there?"

"Took me a couple of hours one day," he smiled.

He opened the box and showed me what must have been about 
thirty magazines.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "I can't believe Francis had all the 
magazines."

"He didn't," Charlie said. "He only had about six. I 
guess the rest of them belong to my dad."

I reached down and grabbed a handful of magazines. The 
top ones were slick, but the bottom ones were older and 
limp. Some of them were in black and white.

"Careful," Charlie gulped, "don't mix them up!"

"Okay, okay," I told him.

We put them on the workbench and then moved them one by 
one and looked at the covers. The top six were a couple 
of Playboys and four Penthouses. The covers featured 
gorgeous half naked women. I could feel my cock 
struggling around in my pants. Again. The seventh 
magazine was an old Hustler, then there came a couple of 
magazines called Juggs with covers of women with huge 
breasts. 

We opened one and flipped through it, looking at women in 
various bent over poses, displaying immense breasts. It 
was pretty tame stuff so we moved on. About half way down 
the stack, we came across a magazine called Jack's Boys. 
Its cover had a headshot of a guy with a large black 
mustache and a bill cap like in old biker movies.

"What's this one?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," Charlie said, "that one's got pictures of guys 
doing stuff together."

"Guys!" I said in surprise and opened the old tattered 
magazine.

The first page had a series of pictures showing two guys 
wearing denim and leather chaps. They were groping each 
other and kissing. The progression of pictures showed 
them removing their clothes and one guy licking the 
other's nipples. Then they were both naked and sported 
huge erections. One guy went onto his knees and sucked on 
the other's cock. 

I felt my own cock jumping around in my trousers and I 
could tell Charlie was having similar feelings as he 
fidgeted and looked over my shoulder. The picture essay 
continued and at the end one of the guys was butt fucking 
the other.

"Far out!" I exclaimed. "I've never seen a magazine like 
this."

"Old man Henessy's got a lot of them," Charlie blurted 
out before he realized what he was saying.

Old man Henessy was the weird guy from over on the next 
street. The one that I'd let suck me off a couple of 
times.

"You been going over to Old man Henessy's?" I asked 
Charlie.

Charlie's eyes got big and he fidgeted about not wanting 
to answer.

"You let him suck your cock, don't you?" I asked 
giggling, but I saw that Charlie wasn't laughing.

"Hey," I said. "It's okay. I think everybody's let him 
suck their cock at one time or another."

Charlie looked at me with surprise on his face. 

"Really?" He asked. "Has he ever sucked your cock?"

"A couple of times," I admitted.

We stood there for a bit. Neither one of us saying 
anything.

"Did you like it?" Charlie asked.

"Sure," I told him. "What's not to like. I just don't 
like it when he paws at you and calls you sweetheart and 
stuff."

"That's not so bad," Charlie said with a pout.

I knew that Charlie was lonely sometimes, but I never 
realized until that moment just how much. I suppose to 
him, all that fawning was nice. I decided not to make any 
more judging comments.

"I guess, " I said and turned back to the magazines.

We went down through layer after layer and we came across 
a few more gay magazines, which were pretty much like the 
first. One of the last ones we found though was 
different. It was in a foreign language and on the cover 
was a picture of a couple of boys about our age. 

"I've never seen that one," Charlie said.

I turned to the first page and it showed the two boys 
lying in bed; fully clothed. The two boys were kissing. 
Each page only had one large picture on it and as I 
flipped the pages, slowly, the boys continued to make out 
as they removed one item of clothing after another. 

After about fifteen pages, they were both naked and 
grasping each other's cocks. Then they got into this 
weird position where they were facing away from each 
other and holding each others cocks. The next picture 
showed them sucking each other off. 

"Gosh," Charlie said and made no attempt to hide the fact 
that he had pulled his penis out and was stroking it.

Charlie's cock was much like him - skinny and pale. It 
was almost as long as mine, but it was no thicker than my 
index finger. We often saw each others cocks as we would 
often jerk off together. I held the magazine in one hand 
and fished my own penis out of my pants. It was looking 
slightly red from the work out it had been getting all 
day. I would flip a page and then reach down and stroke 
it as I studied the picture. 

There were a number of shots of the two boys in the 
sixty-nine position. Then there came a close up of one of 
the boys' mouths half way up or down the others shaft. 
The picture was pretty much in your face and it really 
sent a shiver through my dick.

"Man!" Charlie whispered. "That looks like it feels 
good."

"Uh huh," I agreed, nodding.

I flipped the page and the picture showed the two boys 
pulling away from each others' erections. On the opposite 
page there was a picture of naked man entering the room. 
His adult cock pointing the way. There were several 
pictures of him sucking the boys and the boys sucking 
him. All of which caused an itch in my dick. 

Then there came a picture of one boy lying on his back 
while the other was kneeling between his legs and sucking 
his dick while the man knelt behind the second boy and 
pressed his cock to the small puckered asshole.

"Holy moley!" Charlie gasped as his hand went into 
overdrive.

I wondered at his reaction. My reaction was to have my 
asshole clamp shut at the thought of something going in 
there. I flipped the page and the man was all the way 
into the young boy's ass now. I heard a grunt and looked 
over at Charlie who was busy spraying his father's 
workbench with youthful cum.

"Looks like somebody liked those pictures," I said, 
standing there watching him. My own cock in my hand.

Charlie gave me a sheepish look as he struggled to keep 
his balance. His knees were shaking and he was breathing 
hard through an open mouth.

"You ever done that?" I asked him.

There was one thing you could say about Charlie. He never 
lied. I don't think he could. It had gotten us into 
trouble on a few occasions. I can't imagine what would 
happen if his mother ever asked if we played with each 
other's cocks. Well technically we didn't. We just had 
mutual jerk off sessions. That was about to change.

My eyes widened as Charlie nodded his head. 

"No shit?!" I said. "Who with? Not Old man Henessy?"

Charlie once again nodded. I pictured Old man Henessy's 
cock and couldn't imagine that thing going up Charlie's 
ass. The couple of times that he'd sucked me off, he'd 
taken his cock out and stroked it as he gobbled me down. 
He'd wanted me to suck him off too, but I wasn't going 
near that thing. It had to be at least twice as long as 
mine and it was really fat.

"Man," I said, "that must have hurt."

Charlie had composed himself by then. 

"A little the first time," he said. 

"The first time!" I parroted. "How many times has he done 
that to you?"

Charlie only shrugged.

"Holy cow!" I whispered. "What else do you do? Have you 
sucked his cock?"
Charlie nodded once again. My eyebrows shot up in 
amazement. Here was my best friend and I didn't even know 
about any of this stuff. 

What he did next really surprised me. I don't know if he 
mistook my last question as a desire, but he went down 
onto his knees and looking up at me as he bent forward 
and took my cock into his mouth. It felt just as good as 
I remembered. He worked his mouth up and down the shaft 
and I felt his tongue play around the head. 

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. I felt my own 
knees shake and I reached out to rest a hand on the work 
bench. Charlie pulled off for a minute and he licked my 
cock up and down. It was a different sensation, but no 
less pleasant. He reached under my cock and pulled one of 
my testes into his mouth. 

This was a new sensation for me. And although it wasn't 
as nice as his sucking on my cock, it was pleasant none 
the less. I put down the magazine and put my hands on his 
head. I pulled him away from my nuts and pushed my cock 
at him. He opened up and swallowed me down once again. I 
sighed as my cock entered his hot mouth. I felt the surge 
in my nuts and knew I was about to blow. 

"I'm cuming," I warned him, but he only increased the 
sucking and my cum jetted into his eager mouth.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I groaned and jet after jet exploded into 
his mouth as he hungrily milked my cock.

He kept at it until it started to feel uncomfortable and 
I finally pushed his head away. My cock came out with a 
slight popping noise and his lips remained pursed. Just 
like when you pull the bottle away from a baby. I looked 
into his eyes and saw a glazed expression. It was like he 
had been lost in the effort.

I leaned back against the workbench and gingerly stuffed 
my cock back into my pants.

"Man," I said hoarsely. "If I'd known you did that. I 
would have let you do it a long time ago."

Charlie got up off his knees and smiled. 

"Did you like it?" He asked me.

"What's not to like!" I replied.

We stood in silence again and the seconds turned into a 
minute. It was as though he was waiting for me to ask him 
something. I knew what it was.

"You like doing that?" I finally asked.

"Yesss," came the sibilant reply. 

I think he expected something different from me, but I 
merely shrugged and started putting the magazines back 
into the box. Pretty much as we'd found them. They had 
been pushed around in my throes of ecstasy and we didn't 
know how exactly they went. We only hoped his father 
didn't either. At least the top ones were in order. 
Charlie took some sawdust from the floor and rubbed it on 
the drops of cum he'd splattered on the bench. 

We looked around to make sure all was as it had been and 
we locked the door behind us and climbed back up to his 
room. It was as though what had happened was a long time 
past and we settled down to do some math homework. The 
phone rang after a bit and he answered. It was my mother 
checking up on me. She told me to come home before five. 
It was four o'clock. 

We went back to doing homework and finished after a few 
minutes.

"Well," I told him, "I guess I'll go on home."

"Uh..uh..," he stuttered and looked away for a moment to 
build up his nerve. "You think we could do that again?"

"Yeah, sure," I said as though there was no question 
about it. 

'Hell,' I said to myself. 'If he wants to suck my dick, 
he can do it every day if he wants.'

Apparently, I had misunderstood the question because he 
was down on his knees again and tugging my zipper down. 
Apparently, he really did like sucking dick. I thought 
about stopping him, but by then he had my cock half way 
into his mouth and it was already feeling good. He had me 
hard in a second and proceeded to slurp away. He stopped 
for a moment and told me to sit on the edge of the bed. I 
realized after doing so that this was a great way to get 
your cock sucked. I lie back and let him go at it. 

I lasted for quite a while this time. Maybe five minutes. 
I grunted and groaned as he sucked the juices out of me. 
It wasn't as intense as his previous effort, but it was 
still toe curling. I pushed up on my elbows to watch him 
finish me off and realized that he was jerking himself 
off at the same time. I had thought of stopping him, but 
it looked like it really got him off so I let him 
continue until he sprayed his cum on his bedroom floor.

I felt myself grinning as I tucked myself away. I had a 
feeling that our friendship had taken a whole new turn. 

"That was great," I told him and he beamed at me.

"I hope we can do it again," he said once again, and I 
instinctively put a hand on top of my zipper.

"Yeah," I said, "but, not right now."

We both chuckled.

"Have you done this with anybody other than Old man 
Henessy?" I asked him as we walked towards the front of 
the house.

"Yeah," he said, and sounded proud of it.

I stopped and looked at him. I almost asked why he'd 
taken so long to get around to sucking me off, but I 
figured that would be a little too much. 

"Who?" I simply asked.

"Well," he said, "you already know about Old man Henessy. 
Then there was Francis, Edgar..."

"Both of your brothers?" I exclaimed.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I guess Edgar used to make Francis 
suck him off when he was my age and then Francis made me 
do it to him and Edgar found out and now every time I go 
over to his house, he has me suck him off."

"Wow," I said, "doesn't he worry about his wife?"

Edgar's wife was a gorgeous little red head that I'd been 
infatuated with for about a year now.

"Nah," Charlie said, "Clemie knows all about it."

"What?!" I shouted.

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "I guess they have something 
called an open marriage. She likes to watch him suck on 
someone's cock and sometimes she sleeps with other 
women."

"Holly shit!" I cried out. "How many other secrets have 
you been keeping from me. Do your parents know?"

"Heck no!" Charlie cried out. "My mom would die if she 
knew, and you'd better not tell anyone either."

I crossed my heart and said I wouldn't. Charlie picked up 
where he'd left off. I guess when it came to his sexual 
activity he needed no prompting to relate the whole 
story.

"I did a couple of Old man Henessy's friends. They go 
over to his house every now and then and they all do 
things to each other."

"Jeeze," I said and shook my head. I couldn't believe all 
this stuff was going on and I had no idea.

"I did Mister Blackely," Charlie said.

"Mister Blackely?" I repeated. "You sucked off the 
mailman? How the hell did that happen?"

"I guess he saw me coming out of Old man Henessy's back 
door one day. When he came by the house later and no one 
was here. He asked if I had had fun and I guess he could 
tell by the look on my face that he'd guessed right. He 
said if I sucked him off that he wouldn't tell anyone."

"That asshole," I said.

"It's okay," Charlie stated. "He's got a really small 
cock. It's even smaller than yours."

We both giggled at this and I realized how weird this 
was. Here we were, a couple of twelve year olds, talking 
about sucking grown men's cocks and about people swinging 
and all sorts of stuff.

"That must be about it then?" I asked, thinking he 
couldn't have done too many others.

"Well," Charlie said, and I got the feeling I was in for 
more shocking revelations.

"More?" I asked incredulously. "Just name them, okay. I 
don't think I can stand the suspense."

Charlie smiled and held up his left hand and started 
ticking off fingers.

"There was Father Langley; Mister Franks, my dad's 
friend; Mister Lewiston; Mister Potacky; a friend of 
Edgar's; Clemie's brother; Clemie's dad; and a couple of 
guys I met at the movies one time."

I couldn't believe my ears. I felt like a tidal wave was 
going through my head. He'd sucked off our parish priest, 
our scout master, our next door neighbor, and a bunch of 
others I didn't even know.

"You did Clemie's dad?" I asked in amazement.

"Yeah," he said with a sheepish grin. "I guess he knows 
about their open marriage and likes to join in, I guess."

"What two guys at the movies?" I had to ask.

"I don't know who they were," he told me. "I had to go to 
the toilet and when I went in these two guys were 
standing by the urinals and playing with each other. They 
jumped apart when I came in, but I guess they thought 
since I was just a kid that it didn't matter and they 
kept on playing with each other. I thought it was really 
hot and I stayed and watched. One of them asked if I 
wanted my cock sucked and I guess they were surprised 
when I said yes."

"So they sucked your cock first?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded, "they both took turns doing it and 
then one sucked on me as the other had me suck on him. 
Then they changed places until everybody had sucked on 
everybody else. They both came in my mouth."

"Jesus!" I said, half in shock. And I thought I had a big 
secret with my mother jerking me off and Sister Rosa 
watching me jerk off in the boys' room.

I told Charlie good by and wandered away from his house. 
I kept thinking about all that he'd said. There was so 
much information going through my head that it was almost 
physically tiring. I walked the half block to my house 
and didn't realize that I had done so. 

I walked into the house just as my mother was hanging up 
the phone. She had just called Charlie to see why I was 
late. It was almost five thirty. I told her I was sorry 
and tossed my bag down by the front door and took off my 
shoes. I suddenly remembered what had happened that 
morning and I looked up at my mother to find her studying 
me closely. I gave her a crooked smile and I guess she 
figured everything was all right. 

I stood up and saw her eyebrows rise a fraction. I 
realized then that I had another erection. It was like I 
had a monster in my pants. I supposed that I'd walked the 
entire way from Charlie's with an erection leading the 
way. I hoped that no one had been paying close attention. 
My mother's face took on a strange look and she turned to 
look after dinner. I went to the bathroom and washed up. 
I took my 'stiffie' out and stood over the toilet and 
tried to pee. I was there for a couple of minutes when 
this voice said:

"It's hard to pee with a stiff cock isn't it?" 

I looked over my shoulder and found my mother standing in 
the open doorway. I hadn't even heard her open the door. 
She came in and gently closed the door behind her. 

"Maybe I should help you with that," she whispered.

I wanted to cry out "Noooooo!" I wanted to tell her that 
I couldn't cum again, but then I realized it would 
require some explanations. She stood behind me and 
reached around. It was like she was holding her own cock. 
She slowly peeled back the foreskin.

"Looks like this little guy's had a work out today. Did 
you play with yourself at school?"

I simply nodded my head. I couldn't believe I could get 
excited once again, but her hand on my cock was making me 
even stiffer. 

"Or did you and Charlie do more than just study?" She 
asked as if already knowing.

I looked up and over my shoulder at her without 
answering.

"Don't be surprised," she said, "I know what young boys 
get up to. Besides, I think your friend Charlie might be 
gay."

I stared at her. I hadn't even thought about that 
possibility. I just thought he was another horny young 
boy like me.

"Gay?" I repeated.

"That's what Clemie thinks," my mother said.

It took a moment for me to accept the fact that my mom 
and Clemie would talk about something like that and then 
I remembered Charlie saying that his sister in law 
sometimes slept with other women and I suddenly looked at 
my mother through a whole new set of eyes.

I guess she mistook my look.

"It wouldn't matter if he was would it?" She asked as she 
kept playing with my cock. "He's still your best friend."

"Uh huh," I nodded.

"And besides," she added, "think of the possibilities."

My head whipped up again and I must have looked like a 
scared rabbit. My mother chuckled deep in her chest. 

"I have a feeling you've already found out what the 
possibilities are haven't you?" She asked and waggled my 
stiff cock.

"Y..yes," I answered.

"What have you two been doing ?" She asked, and I 
wondered if this was actually a trap.

"Stuff," I squeaked out.

"Stuff, huh?" She repeated. "What kind of 'stuff'? Have 
you played with his cock?"

I thought back and remembered the one time I'd jerked him 
off. In retrospect, I felt a little guilty that that was 
all I'd ever done for him.

"I uh.jerked him off once," I said quietly.

"You did," she replied and her stroking increased.

"Did you boys play with each other today?" She asked, and 
I realized she wanted me to tell her about stuff.

"Y..yes," I answered. "We looked at some dirty books and 
played with ourselves."

I heard my mother groan quietly. 

"Is that all?" She asked, hoarsely.

"Charlie uh.. He, uh.sucked on my cock," I told her and 
she gasped aloud. 

I felt my mother lean into me and her breasts smashed up 
against my back. It was like I was being burned. They 
felt so hot. She leaned her head down onto my shoulder 
and her breathing was hard as she continued to stroke my 
cock. 

"Turn around," she whispered in my ear.

I felt her back away and then I turned to face her. She 
reached behind me and lowered the toilet seat and lid. 

"Sit," she said, as she kneeled down.

I knew what was coming, but couldn't get my head around 
it. I almost jumped out of my skin when someone gave a 
sharp rap on the door. 

"Mommie!" I heard my little sister yell.

"What?" My mother answered.

"What are you doing?" My sister asked.

"Never you mind," my mother yelled, "just go back to 
watching cartoons and mommy will be out in a minute."

I heard a shuffle and then saw the shadow move away from 
the crack under the door.

"Now," my mother said as she grasped my now limp cock, 
"where was I?"

I watched as she bent over my legs. Then came the hot, 
moist feeling of her mouth closing around me. Fireworks 
went off in my head as she worked my cock back into its 
previously swollen condition. I watched as her long dark 
hair draped down on either side of my thighs. I looked at 
her back and saw how it tapered down into her narrow 
waist before flaring out into her hips and ass. 

I'd never thought of my mother in a sexual way before 
this day, but now I was realizing how hot she was. I felt 
a hand reach up and gently fondle my nuts. I sucked in a 
breath and heard her murmur. She continued to fondle my 
sack and she worked feverishly on my cock. I could feel 
that old sensation coming on and she must have felt my 
legs tighten also. She redoubled her efforts. 

Suddenly, I felt my cum boil out of my cock. I don't know 
how much there was. There couldn't have been much, but 
there was some. My whole body tensed up. Every muscle was 
taut. I groaned and groaned again. My mother moaned as 
she swirled her tongue around my cock and swallowed what 
small amount of cum I'd given her. She looked up at me 
then and tossed her lustrous hair back over her 
shoulders. She had that glassy look in her eyes, just 
like Charlie had had. I watched as her tongue made a 
circuit around her lips.

"Ummmmm," she purred, "I'd forgotten how good young boys 
tasted."

She got up then and walked to the door.

"Don't forget you need to pee," she said with a smile as 
she closed the door behind her.

I sat there for several minutes. My mother had just 
sucked my cock. There was a possibility she was sleeping 
with another woman. And, she'd apparently tasted young 
boys before. My life had definitely taken a turn to the 
absurd. 

It didn't take long for the urine to pump out of my body 
this time. I think I was getting the hang of this hard-
on, cum, and pee routine. I washed again and went out to 
find my twin brothers and my sister sitting at the table 
and wolfing down whatever was in front of them. I took my 
place and glanced at my mom. She had an elbow on the 
table and her fork dangled lazily from her hand. She was 
smiling at me. 

I fought hard not to giggle. I felt intoxicated. I ate my 
supper and couldn't remember what I'd eaten. I had some 
homework left to do and went into my room to work on it 
as mom did dishes and the others watched cartoons. My 
mother came in later and told me to move to the kitchen 
table so that my brothers could go to bed.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was already seven. 
I told her I was done and put my books away. I went into 
the living room and turned on the television as my mother 
put the twins and my sister to sleep. She came into the 
living room after about a half hour and fell into one of 
the over stuffed easy chairs. 

"Boy, what a day!" She said.

"You had a hard day, mom?" I asked her.

"Well not as hard as yours," she said and giggled, "but, 
the twins were a handful and your sister has gotten very 
clutching of late."

I couldn't believe my mom was making jokes about my 
delicate condition.

"Mom?" I began and was going to ask her why things were 
happening like they were when a sudden light swept passed 
our picture window, which meant someone was turning into 
our driveway. My mother got up and went to look outside.

"Hmmmm," she murmured, "it's your dad. He must have 
gotten some time off."

She turned to me and said, "you were going to ask me 
something?"

"It was nothing," I told her as I heard the front door 
open. 

My father walked into the living room and looked around. 
He came over and tousled my hair. 

"How's it goin', sport?" He inquired, but didn't wait for 
an answer as he went over and hugged and kissed my 
mother.

"You're home early?" She said with a smile.

"Boss gave me some time off to make up for all the extra 
hours I've been putting in. I've got tomorrow off also," 
he beamed.

"Great!" My mom said and hugged him. I saw her look at me 
over his shoulder as she hugged him and I got a strange 
feeling that she was looking at me with hunger. I think 
if my dad hadn't come home that I was going to be treated 
to more of her sexual antics. I didn't know if I was 
happy or sad that my dad had come home. They went off to 
the kitchen so that mom could fix him something to eat 
and I watched an episode of Twilight Zone. 

At eight thirty, I felt my eyelids droop and got up and 
turned the television off. I walked through the kitchen 
and into the bathroom. I stripped and took my evening 
shower. I came out and wished my parents a good night. 
They were both surprised that I was going to bed early 
and without a fight. I told them that I was really tired. 
Mom gave me a kiss on the cheek and I thought I heard her 
chuckle. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. 
That was one thing you could say about sex, it drained 
the heck out of you.

I awoke during the night and lie there wondering why. It 
was then I heard those familiar sounds. It had been ages 
since I'd heard them last. My parents were making love. I 
looked over at my alarm clock and saw that it was two 
a.m. A nagging feeling made me realize I had to use the 
bathroom. I got up and left the bedroom. 

The sounds coming from my parent's room were even louder 
now. I tried hard to ignore them, but it was difficult. 
It appeared that my parents were both the vocal types. I 
did my business and was returning to bed when curiosity 
got the better of me. I snuck over to my parents' bedroom 
door and stood listening. 

"Fuck yeah!" I heard my dad exclaim. "You're like a 
fucking hoover, you know that?"

There came a muffled reply. I tried to imagine what my 
dad meant by that, but couldn't.

"You like that?" I heard my mom ask a minute later.

"What's not to like?" My father answered with a chuckle. 
"Sometimes, I think you'd rather just lie there and suck 
me off than actually do anything else."

"Ummm hmmmm," I heard my mother reply.

"Maybe," my father said, "but I want some of that sweet 
pussy of yours. Come up here so I can do you right."

I heard the sheets rustle and then there appeared to be 
silence for a few moments. My mother let out a slight 
gasp and my father moaned.

"Oh baby," my dad said. "That feels so good. God woman, 
even after four kids you've got one tight cunt. I love 
the way you squeeze me like that."

"You like that huh?" My mother whispered and I heard my 
father groan a couple of times.

"Fuck!" My dad half cried out. "I'm cuming!"

"Oh yeah, baby," my mother told him. "Fill me up with 
that cum."

I had heard enough. My cock was raging once again and I 
felt a certain burn in my face. I couldn't tell which 
emotion it was. Was I embarrassed at having listened or 
was I perhaps jealous? I think it was a little of both. I 
snuck away and went back to my bed. 

I fondled my hard cock as I lie there wondering what it 
would be like to fuck someone. To see them naked and play 
with their breasts. To finally see a live cunt; not just 
some glossy magazine image. Would it be soft and warm as 
I imagined it would? Would the girl let me do what those 
people did in the magazines. Was there someplace special 
you were supposed to lick or did you just run your tongue 
all over it. I fell asleep then, wondering my thoughts 
and holding my erection.

That's how my mother found me in the morning. Lying on my 
back with my cock in my hands. My eyes fluttered as I was 
awoken by a strange sensation. My mind searched all its 
memory banks and finally came up with the answer. My eyes 
snapped opened and I looked down to see my mother 
twirling a finger around the lump under the covers.

"Good morning," she chimed and gave me a wide smile.

My first thought was to pull away and whine at her 
actions, but then I figured 'what the hell'. If my mother 
was going to play these games with me, I would take 
advantage of them. Who knew what they might lead to. 

I glanced over to make sure my brothers were still 
asleep. They were only six, but they would have realized 
something was strange about what my mother was doing. 
Both of them were sound asleep. One on his back the other 
on his side, facing away. I pushed the covers down and my 
cock stood there in all its diminutive glory. 

My mother looked up at me, wondering at my boldness and I 
merely smiled at her. She looked over her shoulders at my 
brothers and then leaned down and took me into her mouth. 

End - Part I

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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