Dirty Magazines

When I came home from school that day, my mom was fuming. I wasn't even able to make it from the front door to my room before I heard her bellow from the kitchen, "Louis! Get in here, NOW!"

I began to run through a mental list of all of my recent wrong-doings. Had I forgotten to empty the dishwasher? Change the cat litter? It sounded much more serious than leaving the wet laundry in the washer too long. What could I have done to earn such ire?

My heart sank when I got to the kitchen to find my mom sitting at the table with my entire collection of pornographic magazines spread out, facing away from her, like exhibits A through M.

"I was cleaning your room today and you'll never guess what I found," she said snidely. "A whole bunch of nudie magazines." She spread her hand out across the them like a game show model displaying my debauchery. "I shouldn't have to remind you, young man, that you're too young to legally be in possession of these things. Worse, I am shocked by the content of them. Let's take a look, shall we?"

She began flipping through the pages of one of that magazines that was facing me. She knew it well enough, it seemed, that she could flip to the offending page with relative ease. Spread across two pages was a full-color glossy image of a very buxom transsexual with a very hard cock.

"As if it wasn't bad enough that you're looking at adult material, you're looking at god damn trannies," she sneered. I wanted to speak up about using a politically incorrect term but knew I should keep my mouth shut.

"My boy isn't old enough to have these kinds of things and he certainly be looking at stuff like this," she said, pointing to the engorged cock, "unless, that is, you like this stuff.... I mean, have a raised a little faggot?"

She waited for my response but I gave her none.

"Well? Have I?" she yelled.

"No, Mom," I whispered, not sure if I was telling the truth or not.

"You like girls, then, Louis? Do you?"

"Yes, Mom," I said, a little more confidence in my voice.

"What kind of girls do you like? Be specific."

"Do you mean who do I like?" I asked, confused.

"No, I mean what kind of girls? What kind of girl turns on my son?"

I lapsed into silence, not sure what to say. I had one particular girl in mind but wasn't sure how best to describe her.

"This is ridiculous," she said. "Do we need to wait until your father gets home to continue this conversation?"

I panicked at the idea of my dad, not the nicest of men, having anything to do with what we were discussing. I was hoping to just sweep it all under the rug and forget that this ever happened.

"No! Please!" I cried with more desperation in my voice than I had planned.

"Then tell me what kind of girl you like. Is she short? Tall? Black? White? Skinny? Fat?"

Once I opened my mouth the words just fell out: "She's white, blonde, a little on the shorter side, she's not fat but she had a lot of curves, she's older than me, and has a beautiful smile."

The words hung in the air. My mom looked from the cover of one of the magazines, "40 Plus Lovers", up to me.

"Does she have green eyes and a sweet ass?" she asked wryly.

"They look green sometimes and hazel other times," I said wistfully.

"Then this problem is even worse than I thought," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "This is definitely not something we can bring to your father," she added.

"No, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"What do you think we should do about this?" she asked.

Thinking that she meant the magazines I suggested that we throw everything out and forget the whole thing.

"I don't think that's going to solve the larger problem," she said. "I know boys your age have urges but it sounds like these are unhealthy urges. It sounds like you're fascinated by someone you shouldn't be. And that's a real problem."

"I know it is," I sighed. It seems that she had certainly understood who I had been describing. I didn't know what kind of response this would garner but I was amazed that she was taking it this well. I had been afraid of more yelling and screaming. I never thought we'd be having the conversation we were having. I thought that this would be a secret that I'd have to keep all my life. It filled me with such shame and the shame was still there even after having admitted it. I don't know when I first realized what was going on but I know that for the prior six months that not a day had gone by without trying to drive the idea out of my head.

"I don't want this to drive us apart," she said. "This isn't easy for you and it isn't easy for me either. Though I really can't say it's that much of a surprise. I've noticed the way you've been acting lately and knew that something was up. There's really no easy solution for this. For now, I want you to take all of these magazines back to your room and put them back in your bottom drawer. We'll decide later what we're going to do with them and what we're going to do about this situation. Otherwise, no one has to know. Understood?"

I nodded, not sure what to say. I gathered up all of the magazines into one unwieldy pile before rushing off to my room with my treasured pornography. I carried them at waist level in order to cover the growing erection I had. Mom knew now. She knew that I had fallen in lust with her. This turned me on, knowing that she knew how I thought of her.

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Nothing was said over the next three days despite my mind now being a rage of fantasies about my mom. I found myself avoiding her when I could, staying in my room and masturbating furiously as I thought about her.

Friday afternoon when I got home from school, mom was waiting for me. She was sitting in the chair directly opposite of our front door. I was immediately struck by the outfit she wore: one of her black business suits that she often went to work in. These power suits always filled my head with fantastic images of what she might be wearing underneath. I loved the way the black fabric contrasted her pale skin, especially that of her ample breasts.

There was no greeting, no kiss hello. Instead, she told me, "There are some things we need to get clear, Louis. Important things. Come in and have a seat."

I did as she said, looking at her legs in her stockings and her high-heeled shoes as I cross the room to the couch.

"I've thought a lot about what we discussed the other day," she said, tenting her fingers in front of her. "I think that we can come to some kind of understanding that will be good for the both of us. Your father hasn't been very attentive to me the last few years and your mother has needs that haven't been met. I want you to listen to me, and listen good. This kind of thing that I'm proposing is not, repeat not something accepted in our society. This is something that can never leave this house. You may never speak to anyone about this at any time. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"No, I need you to say the words. I need to hear you say them."

"I can't talk about this to anyone," I said.

"That's right. Do I have you word on that? Your solemn oath?"

"Yes, yes, you do."

"Good," she said, standing up. "Follow me."

She led me down the hall saying, "This is my bedroom but from time to time it will be our bedroom. It's only when I invite you in here and I can kick you out at any time. Understood?"

"Yes, I think I understand."

"Good," she said, closing the door behind me. She came to me and kissed me in a way she never kissed me before. She opened her mouth over mine and she pushed her tongue into my mouth. She sent electricity through my body, I felt my cock stiffen completely and I pushed it up against her. She moaned, wrapping her arms around me, and pulling me tighter.

With one hand, she began unbuttoning her jacket, revealing that she only war a bra underneath. She moved one of my hands from her hip to her breasts and I felt the lace of her bra under my palm. I wanted to take her bra off but I had no idea how to do it. I reached behind her, trying to find the hooks. She laughed and I stopped what I was doing. She stepped back and reached between her cups and undid the clasp there. She removed her suit coat before opening her bra and taking the straps off of her shoulders.

Her bare breasts loomed before me, inviting me. I found myself lowering my mouth to one of her nipples, sucking it to attention.

I felt my mother's hand on my crotch, feeling the outline of my cock and squeezing. I groaned aloud around her nipple, breaking for a second to catch my breath as she kneaded me over my pants.

"I'm going to teach you, Louis, to please me, to make me happy. Is that what you want?" she asked, holding tightly onto my cock through my pants.

"Yes," I mumbled into her breast.

"I know you've never been with a woman so I'll be patient. But it will be worth the rewards, for you and for me." With that, I felt her hand move to my belt and undo it in one single motion before unbuttoning my pants. "Take them down, Louis, I want to see what we're working with," she said, moving to sit back on her bed.

I did as she told me, though I was hesitant to get naked in front of her for a brief moment, especially as I felt like she was judging me.

My cock sprang forth from my underwear, bobbing in front of me. I let my pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them.

"That's no way to treat your clothes," she said, always the mother. I picked up my pants and folded them before putting them on a decorative rocking chair in the corner of her room, doing the same for my shirt. I turned around, feeling exposed as she looked me over. She signaled for me to come closer so she could reach out and touch my cock, stroking me gently. "Very nice," she said.

She unzipped her skirt and slid it off.

"Get down on your knees," she said, pulling her underwear down, exposing the dark thatch of her pubic hair. She spread her legs in front of me, exposing her pussy to me. She pulled her lips apart with her fingers, pointing to her clit and telling me to put my tongue there and lick her gently.

I did as I was told, tasting her salty flavor. She began moaning as I licked, feeling the hard nub of her cock under my tongue. "Harder," she said, "Put a finger inside me."

I began licking her harder. I wasn't sure exactly where to put my finger so I felt around where I was licking, feeling how wet her pussy was, until I found her opening and slid a finger in. I felt her pussy grasping at my finger as I slid it in and out of her, pretending to fuck. "Yes, Louis, good boy... fuck your mommy's hole," she hissed.

In my excitement I began licking her harder and faster. "Get it! Get it!" she began to chant. I didn't know what she wanted me to get so I kept doing what I was doing. She began writhing. Suddenly I felt something warm and wet on my chin; she started yelling something I couldn't understand and more liquid squirted at my face, flooding around my finger. I tasted the liquid, it was warm, salty, and not unpleasant. I kept licking and she kept writhing until she locked her thighs around my head and said, "Enough, enough."

She let me go and I leaned back onto my heels. "Come up here," she said, patting the bed. I came up and laid down next to her as she moved back onto the bed. "You did that very well. You have some things I need to teach you but that was good. Now I want you to fuck me. I'm going to roll over and get on my knees and I want you to put your penis inside of me."

She got onto her hands and knees next to me and I got behind her. I had dreamed about what she would look like in this position before but I had no idea that it would be so wonderful. I admired the shape of her ass and found myself kissing it before kneeling up and aiming my cock at her pussy. I had a feeling that this was a real turning point in my life, I was having sex for the first time and I was having it with the woman who birthed me. This is what I wanted and this is what she wanted.

As soon as I felt the wetness of her on my cock and began easing it into her I thought to myself that I was going to want this all the time. I pictured myself coming home every day after school and finding her at home waiting for me, maybe even like this, on her hands and knees on her bed with me coming in, pulling out my cock, and putting it in her.

I pushed harder into her and felt her pussy gripping at me. I began to slide in and out, slowly at first but I wanted to feel what it felt like faster. I began moving my hips, I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her back onto me when I was all the way in, driving as hard and deep as I could. She moaned and shuddered as I got all the way inside her. I had never experienced anything that felt so good.

I loved the way she moved on me and the noises she made. I never anticipated this kind of interaction after only having looked at dirty magazines. I put my hands on her hips, feeling her soft flesh beneath my hands. I felt the feeling of an orgasm building inside of me and my mother could feel it too. She began demanding that I cum inside of her.

When she looked over her shoulder into my eyes and told me, "Fill me up, Louis, give it to me," I couldn't take it one second longer and exploded inside her. I kept moving my hips long after I had cum, still reeling at the sensation of being inside her.

She eased forward, down onto her stomach, before rolling to my side. "You have one more thing you need to do, honey," she said gravely. "You need to clean your mother up."

I started to get up to get a washcloth from the bathroom. "Where are you going? I mean you need to clean me up with your tongue. You need to eat up every bit of what you just put in me. You're never to leave me soppy, is that understood?"

I didn't really understand but nodded anyway. I hadn't read anywhere in the dirty magazines about a man licking his own cum out of a woman but I imagined that my mother knew best. So, I got between her legs and began sucking and licking her pussy. It tasted much different than before and I imagined this was because of me cumming inside her. I tasted her familiar flavor mixed with something new. When I found this new flavor I would do my best to lap it up, swallowing every bit.

I wasn't sure how well my tongue was cleaning her up rather than just getting her wet with my spit. But, I did as she told me. I wasn't sure when to stop licking her and kept doing it. Then, I began to hear the same noises that she had made before. And, as before, I put my finger back inside of her only to feel her shudder. I began concentrating my tongue on the spot I had before, licking her faster then slower then faster again. "Oh, fuck," she said before she began flooding my mouth again with her wetness. I tried drinking up every drop she sprayed from her pussy but was unable to. Instead, it got all over my face, my chest, and her sheets.

Again, she let me continue until she closed her thighs around my head, pulling my mouth away from her pussy. Was it wrong that I wanted to keep licking her so much?

"Shit, we're going to have to change the sheets before bed," she said, getting up and leaving the room. I wasn't sure what to do with myself other than watch her leave, enjoying the sight of her ass as she left.

When she came back, still naked but with clean sheets in her arms, she made me assure her once again that I would not speak of our relationship to anyone. "If you tell anyone, you won't have sex ever again," she said, "Not with me, not with anyone. I'll cut your fucking dick off, is that understood?"

I nodded mutely, not sure if she was joking or not. I think I realized that she wasn't when she produced a small box and removed the contents; a hard piece of plastic that I couldn't begin to make out as to its purpose.

She put the strap of the contraption around my ball and the hard plastic part around the head of my cock. In one swift movement she removed something from it -- a key! "This is also part of our agreement," she told me. "I want to make sure that you don't get tempted by any of those sluts you go to school with. You're only to have sex with me and only when I say, only when I free you. Now, take your clothes and go back to your room. Not a word to your father about this. Good night," she said, giving me a kiss on the lips before she began stripping the bed.

Dazed, I left the room, naked save for the strange device that had been locked around my cock. I would struggle with this for the rest of the night, especially when I would think about how arousing my mother was. Now looking at those dirty magazines was a useless thing as I wasn't allowed to get myself off at all, only with mom and only when dad wasn't around.

Happy Easter

Mom's Compromise

I spent most of my high school years propped up by a false sense of security. I did't have a swagger, by any means, but I had a big mouth and a sarcastic streak a mile wide. Somehow, I skirted trouble most of the time but, finally, my mouth got me into too much trouble.

I had traveled with the rest of the marching band to a city south of mine by about 20 miles. I didn't care much about football but I really enjoyed being in band, even on rainy, cold nights like this one. However, the second half of the game began to stretch into an eternity of time-outs and aborted plays. Though our team was in possession of the ball and desperately trying to win, I wasn't having any of it. "Why won't this game end?" I groused wildly. A heavy blow landed on my shoulder and I turned to find a mountainous kid in the stands behind me. He looked like he belonged on the field rather than in the bleachers. "You'd better pray they win or you're fuckin' dead," he glowered.

Rather than coming back with a witty retort, I knew that this kid meant business and I suddenly felt a chill flush go through my body and the bottom drop out of my stomach.

The game ended. We weren't victorious. I quickly got myself lost in the crowd on the way back to the band's bus. I thought I had avoided my fate. I was wrong.

The next Monday in school I was walking from one class to another. It was one of those rare times where I was practically alone in the hallway when who else rounded the corner but the gargantuan. It hadn't clicked when I looked at him the Friday before but now I knew that I was looking at Dave Fox. He'd gained some infamy a few months before after he'd gotten kicked off the Varsity team. Some said it was for bad behavior. Others said he had punched out the coach. Before I could even say a word he had grabbed me by the shirt and was slamming me up against a set of nearby lockers.

"I'm going to kick your ass, kid," he growled. I felt my knees go weak. "Tomorrow, after school, your ass is grass." He let go of me and I slid down the lockers to the floor below.

I was a wreck for the rest of the day at school and even worse that evening at home.

I usually didn't share anything that had happened at school with my mom. She was a single parent and I knew that she had enough on her plate keeping the lights on in the house and food on the table. But, she knew something was up with me when I barely had any appetite that night. She pressed me until I finally let her in on my dilemma. There seemed to be no recourse for me other than taking a beating and hoping Dave Fox wouldn't break any of my bones.

My mom reassured me that she would take care of the issue. I didn't know how she'd do that and then I suddenly thought that she'd end up calling Dave's parents and, thus, making things worse. I pleaded with her to stay out of things almost to the point of getting hysterical. I was really freaked out. It got to the point where she gave me a pill and sent me off to bed. I tossed and turned in a fitful sleep all night.

The next morning Mom was gone before I had gotten up, as usual. I spent the entire day jumping at my own shadow and just dreading the idea of meeting in the parking lot after school to get the shit kicked out of me. So much for being the sarcastic honor society hipster I thought had become. Instead, I was just a scared high school junior about to have his ass handed to him by a senior ex-football player.

When the time came and the last bell rang, I did about everything I could to delay making it out to the parking lot where my fate awaited me. I arrived promptly at 3:30, a half hour after final bell, only to find the parking lot deserted. Had I managed to dodge my fate or was I only prolonging the inevitable?

I was surprised when I came home to find my mom's car in the driveway, she usually got home two hours after I did. But that surprise was dwarfed by that flush of cold and stomach-dropping terror I felt again when I opened the door to see Dave Fox sitting on the living room couch, my mom in the chair next to him.

I stood dead in the doorway, not sure if I should turn around and run or hide upstairs in my room. Dave just smirked at me. It was my mom who broke the tense silence with a, "Welcome home, honey. Come in! I know you already know our guest." I nodded dumbly and closed the door behind me before tentatively stepping into the living room. I walked like a zombie up to my mom and gave her my customary kiss on the cheek as a greeting.

She invited me to sit down on the couch next to Dave. I did, feeling like I had been called into the Principal's office and was about to receive the customary dressing down after a particularly heinous prank or off-color in-classroom remark.

"I was just talking to David about his football career, honey. I had no idea just how good of a team we've got in this city! It really means a lot to David -- even though he's not on the team anymore -- that they do well. I'm sure you know how it feels to be passionate about something," she said.

I nodded, feeling that sense of confusion when you see someone out of context from normal life; like seeing a teacher at the shopping mall or your boss at a restaurant. You experience them almost every day but only in one environment. Having Dave Fox in my living room felt as natural as having a black bear sitting there, drinking a glass of iced tea.

"I want you to admit to David that you made a mistake in denigrating his team, honey. That's really what this all boils down to, you made a mistake and you need to apologize," she said.

That was it? I just had to say I was sorry? What kind of magic had my mom weaved? I the cold flush of panic begin to warm up. An apology? That was easy. Even if I didn't mean it, I could say it!

Bolstered with confidence I turned to him and said, "I'm sorry, Dave, I really didn't mean to offend you when I was just hoping for the game to end the other night. I was cold and tired and just wanted to go home. I shouldn't have said anything."

Instead of saying "that's okay" or "no problem" or anything like that, he just smirked. What was going on in that thick skull of his?

"Now you've really put me in a difficult position," my mom said. "Dave was expecting his pound of flesh and I managed to talk him out of it. But I also promised that I would make things up to him. This isn't going to be easy and it's something we had to negotiate earlier today but it's the only way to solve things."

She stood up from the chair and placed her iced tea on the table beside her. She came over and stood in front of Dave and I before she began unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse. By the time she got to the second button and didn't seem to be slowing down I yelled, "Mom!? What are you doing?!"

"Be quiet, honey. This is between David and I. You're here as part of your punishment. Now just be quiet."

She went back to unbuttoning her blouse before stripping it off completely and tossing it over the arm of her chair. She then unzipped her skirt and took that off too. Of course, I had seen my mom in her underwear before but, again, it was never in this kind of context. It was her getting ready in the morning, rushing around when she was late for work. It was her stripping off her pants when she got home at night, relieved to be out of work. But never like this. Never standing defiantly in front of me, never being a sexual being. Never had I seen her like this and it disturbed me greatly. But it distressed me when she got down onto her knees in front of Dave and began unbuckling his pants and fishing his cock out of his underwear.

"Mom --" I started before she shot daggers out of her eyes at me, Dave's massive and hard cock just inches from her face.

"This is your fault," she hissed, before taking him into her mouth. I sat there dumbfounded, not believing that my own mother was giving head to my bully. It wasn't any kind of passive blowjob either, she performed like the girls I had seen on pornographic movies. She took him deep into her mouth until she gagged. She jerked him with one hand while she cupped his balls with the other. She looked up at him, into his eyes, and smiled as she began licking the head of his cock, drool flowing out of her mouth before plunging his cock back in her mouth. He put his meaty hands on the back of her head, her ash blonde hair almost completely covered by his mitts. He began pushing her down farther on him until she gagged. I couldn't let this keep happening.

"No! Dave! Stop it!" I yelled. I thought about getting up and calling 911 or trying to pull his hands off my mom's head. However, he let her up off his cock long enough to gasp for breath and remind me of my punishment. She never said that she wanted this but she sure acted like it. She seemed hungry for him. Again, I had never thought of my mom in these terms but then I secretly wondered what she did for sex. Had she had sex since my dad had passed away five years before? Did she have sexual urges? It seemed unthinkable but watching her lick and stroke Dave's big cock with such vigor put these awful questions in my head.

She leaned back on her heels and removed her bra. I was fascinated by her nipples, they were long with wide areolae. She took each one in either hand before wrapping them around Dave's cock, sliding her breasts up and down the length of his cock until the head would pop out and back into her waiting mouth. Dave let out a long low moan at the sight of my mom "titty fucking" him. I was mortified but also can admit that I was fascinated. I began seeing my mom as another person. She wasn't my mother any more. She was a woman who was enjoying herself. Likewise, Dave wasn't a mindless bully, but he was turning into a sexual being as well. He had the physique of one of the porn stars I had seen in movies, especially when it came to the monster between his legs. I shouldn't have been surprised that such a big guy would have such a big tool but it was still disconcerting as it dwarfed my own penis... which was surprisingly starting to harden. I began watching my mom and Dave more like they were actors come to life and performing right in front of me. This became even more the way I felt when my mom stripped off her panties and crawled up onto Dave's lap before sliding his cock inside her. She let out a sharp moan that, at fist, sounded like pain but I knew it was pleasure. It wasn't long before she was begging him to fuck her harder.

"Fuck me, David. Fuck me like I need to be fucked," she began. "I need your hard young dick in me, deeper, harder..." I couldn't believe this stream of obscenities was coming out of my mother's mouth. What shocked me even more was that it turned me on. I suddenly imagined what it would be like if it was my hard young dick inside her. I pushed this thought away immediately but couldn't get over how much I appreciated seeing her full breasts swinging as she pounded down on Dave's thick cock.

She began gasping for breath and making a low keening noise that increased in volume until she was practically screaming. Dave joined her with a chorus of primal grunts. They slowed and then stopped, my mom tittering like a schoolgirl, overjoyed by being fucked so well. She climbed up off him and collapsed next to him on the couch.

"Now," she said, "the other part of your punishment... You need to clean David up."

What my mom said didn't make any sense. I had visions of a washcloth and towel. I started to get up and go to the linen closet when his large, meaty hand took hold of my wrist. "You heard what she said. Now, listen to your mother." He gave me a yank and I found myself falling to my knees in front of him.

"No!" I cried. "Mom? No! I can't!"

"Yes, you can," she said, taking Dave's still erect cock in her hand. "You can and you will." Dave's right hand still held my wrist. His left took me by the back of my head and forced it down to his crotch while my mother put his cock against my lips.

"Now lick it clean, honey. You have a job to do. You need to show David the respect he deserves."

I looked from his cock to her face. "Do it," she said. "Do it because you know it's the right thing to do. If you do it, you'll never have to be afraid again. David will protect you from now on because you'll be his."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the feel of his throbbing cock against my lips. But something about my mom's tone and the look in her eyes made me open my mouth and accept Dave's cock. "That's it, honey," she said. There was more than reassurance in her voice, though, there was happiness. No, there was more, there was lust. She was turned on by what she was seeing. Turned on enough to reach a hand down to her crotch to begin playing with herself. She hoisted on leg up near Dave's shoulder so her legs were spread obscenely wide.

I felt humiliated, emasculated, and confused. And, I didn't want to admit it to myself but I liked to the feeling of Dave's cock in my mouth. I was turned on. I began sucking him the way I had seen my mother do just a few minutes before.

"That's right, honey. You're a quick study. Let mommy show you all the tricks to being a good little whore," she purred. I found myself watching her play with herself while I sucked Dave's cock. But he didn't let me forget that I was there to please him. He began moving my head up and down on his cock, pushing my head farther down his shaft until I was choking.

He groaned a bit and my mom matched him. They enjoyed knowing that I was in distress. I struggled to pull my head up and catch my breath. I tried breathing through my nose but it wasn't any good. I was suffocating on his cock. He finally let me up. I choked and gasped for air. Ropes of spit went from my mouth to his cock. I worked to catch my breath while I used my own spit as I stroked his cock.

"Now, David, it's time..." my mom said. I didn't know what she meant but Dave did. They must have talked all this out before I had come home. I felt like my mother had sold me out like I was a piece of meat.

Dave pushed me back, standing up. He pulled his pants the rest of the way off and let them fall to the floor. He moved behind me and I felt him pull me up from the floor by my armpits. I didn't know what was happening but I started struggling against him.

My mom shushed me, "Don't struggle, honey. It's inevitable. You're David's now. He's the new man of the family. You've got one job from now on and that's to keep him happy, do you understand? And to keep him happy right now, he wants to fuck you."

He pushed me down on the couch. My mom reached down and undid the button on my pants before he yanked them down, underwear and all leaving me exposed.

"Just like I thought, David. My little boy had a little hard-on. He's loving this," she laughed.

"And I'm going to love this," Dave growled. I felt the head of his dick push up against my virgin asshole. Before I even know what was going on I felt a searing pain tear through me as he pushed inside of me, violating me. I cried out, begging for him to stop. Begging my mom to make him stop. She just laughed, "Poor little faggot getting his cherry popped. I knew you'd get punked out sometime, honey, I just didn't know I'd be there to see it. Here," she said, "This will make it go easier." With that, she moved herself in front of me, putting one leg on either side of my face, presenting me with her hairy pussy, gleaming with wetness. She pulled my head down until I was nestled against her sex.

I heard the animal grunts of Dave behind me, his pounding becoming faster and more furious.

I felt him explode inside me, filling me with his seed. When he pulled out of me, I felt his hot and sticky cum dribbling down my legs. My mom stood up and kissed him, "God that was hot," she purred. "I want to see it again right now. Will you fuck him again tonight, David? How about I get up next to him and you go from being in me to being in him? Or you can fuck him mouth until you're ready to fuck my pussy? God, I want you inside of me again right now."

As it turned out, Dave fucked my mom again twice that night and saved fucking me until the next morning before school. I walked from class to class that day feeling the stickiness of his cum in my underwear. While it was humiliating, I had to keep my books in front of my crotch to hide my erection. Something had told my mom that all of my bluster and sarcasm was for naught and she knew what I had needed -- and I got it. From that day forward I belonged to the two of them as their sexual servant.