The Confused Boy

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Chapter 1.

I didn't start masturbating till I was about eighteen. It was also around this time that I would often wake up with my cock painfully erect and strangely wet and I would jerk on it desperately until I shot cum all over the place, and would only afterwards think to mop it up with whatever dirty clothes were nearby. But once my mother stumbled in just as I was starting to stroke myself with desperation and she immediately looked at the floor as if she wanted to pretend she hadn't seen what she had just seen. I sat there staring at her with my cock still gripped in my hand as she shut the door behind herself and then came and sat beside me, placing one of her hands on the shaft of my cock reassuringly. She said nothing, but just started stroking gently up and down the shaft of my prick while she kissed my face. Then she started whispering to me. "It's normal for a mother to help her son. You know that, Josh. I just want to make my baby happy." But all I was thinking about was my throbbing cock and how she was teasing it with her tender touch, her fingers just lightly running up and down it. "I'm just going to do this for you once. Just to show you how to do it," she said.

Then she pinched the head just barely between the long manicured fingernails of her pointer finger and thumb. Then she reached behind my head as she gripped the shaft of my cock with her other hand and started running her hand up and down it. I was staring at my mother's hand running up and down my cock and gripping it tightly the whole time when I came and my semen poured over my mother's fingers and her glistening lavender fingernails, but even just moments later I couldn't be sure whether I'd dreamt it or not. Somehow I was convinced I had just been fantasizing about my mother making me cum like that. And when I went to go find her an hour or so later, the expression on her face seemed to confirm that it had all been in my head. She gave me such a stern look.

It was around this time that she took me to a doctor friend of hers who prescribed me a sleep-aid among other things, and starting at that time, I would get these pills before bed every night, and I remember at first being very annoyed because I enjoyed my private time under the covers so much, but I started having the most amazing dreams. It was like my fantasies had slipped out of my waking state and into my dream state, because my dreams at this time were full of large-breasted women caressing emaciated young men with large cocks on the sofa, and the freckled breasts of satan, and words that bound boys in the basement of brothels, and a single face shining light while my own head exploded with heat. They were strange dreams but somehow made more pleasurable in that I could contemplate them for hours like puzzles, and whenever I did, I would immediately become erect. Sometimes Ms. Moriel would ask me about my dreams and I felt no qualms explaining them to her in exquisite detail. She seemed to like these sessions. I would often notice her absentmindedly stroking her knee as I spoke.

I continued to have strange moments that seemed like my fantasy had popped out of my head and into the real world, although usually when I was just going to bed, sometimes I would feel my mother's hand tugging lazily on my cock while her moist lips kissed my cheek, or her tongue, and she would hum and sing to me as I slipped into sleepfulness, but every morning I was convinced I must have been dreaming.

Then things started to really get strange after this that I threw that stone at Lisa. I don't know why I did it. I had stopped following them around some years earlier, but I never stopped thinking about them, and so I threw that stone, and it wasn't a small stone, and it hit Lisa in the leg and she started crying like a little baby, and my mother got a phone call from Mrs. Roth that night and spanked me on my bare bottom while I lay face down on the bed, my erect cock uncomfortable under the weight of my belly, and we had to have a meeting the next day, and my mother said she was so ashamed of me, and Mrs. Roth and Ms. Moriel said nothing until finally Mrs. Roth spoke with some emotion. She wanted me to apologize to her girls. I did this immediately, almost as if I was trying to make up for not thinking of it earlier. (They were in the meeting too of course.) Then she said that she wanted me to help her around her house as a kind of punishment for a little while. "Until I'm fully satisfied," is how she put it. I didn't like the sound of that and said so. I felt I was being unfairly treated.

All that came of that, however, was my teacher gave me a very sharp look and said that if that was how I felt about it then I could start helping Mrs. Roth this very day, and when I didn't say anything she went on to announce that I could spend some time here at the office too on top of it. "How's detention for a week sound," she said. By now my eyes were on the ground and I was completely cowed. I didn't say another word, didn't even notice when the Roths and my mother left the room, except to let out a whine when my mother ruffled my hair before leaving. I looked up just long enough to catch the helpless expression Ms. Moriel had directed towards the doorway and could imagine the helpless expression my mother was giving her back. The two were close friends.

I expected some kind of punishment. Despite what you may think, Ms. Moriel is not against corporal punishment. Just that Sheila is Mrs. Roth's child, and Mrs. Roth is one of the more important women in our community. Which is one of the reasons why I was so offended by my punishment. I hadn't even hit her that hard. All the same, I sat there, and watched Ms. Moriel as she graded papers, her face focused on her task with a determination. Only once did she look up at me sternly. "Did I ever tell you about my visions, Mr. Gottschalk?" When I said that she had not, she made a noise and went back to her task. "One of these days I will," she said, and for a moment she was smiling as her hand furiously marked up the test of some poor unfortunate.

Unlike most of the other women in our community, Ms. Moriel didn't wear any make-up except for her long black nails, but she was very striking. She had braided brown hair and wore blue jeans and cowboy boots. I have to admit that even as a young boy I imagined what the feel of her freckled breasts against my face would feel like and her perfect pink nipple between my teeth as she stroked the back of my head and told me I was such a good boy. It was such a vivid fantasy that sometimes it seemed like it must be real.

The ticking of the clock seemed interminable that day, but eventually she got up and went to slip on her coat. I followed her to the car. "It's already dinner time," I said. I was still incensed, and it was true that often Ms. Moriel would come over for dinner, and even spend the night. At least once I had slipped into my mother's room in the early morning hours to discover the two of them locked in an embrace in my mother's bed, both of them naked, Ms. Moriel pressed against my mother's back, and Ms. Moriel's hand placed over my mother's vagina like it were a fig leaf in one of those old pictures of Eden. But for right now she was having none of it.

"You made a promise young man. You are going to keep it." We made our way to her car, pulled out and went directly to the Roth's place. I honestly didn't see what I could do at this hour of the day, but when I got out of the car, Ms. Moriel just stayed there watching me. I climbed the stairs. The house was dark. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I turned around. Ms. Moriel was shooing me with her hands.

I slipped in. The lights were off, but somehow I knew that I had to find Mrs. Roth before I left or I would be in very big trouble. I went first into the kitchen. It was completely empty. I remember glancing at the countertop and the venetian blinds and the light by the pantry, which was on dim. The room was deep with shadows, and when I went back into the living room I could see the light leaving the sky through the bay windows. I started up the carpeted stairs and at the top I saw a single slit of light coming from the door at the far end. I called out Mrs. Roth's name, but it seemed like my voice was very far away. Then I heard her calling me faintly from the bedroom. I continued toward the door.

I opened the door and there she was in nothing but a neglige. I could see her round dark brown nipples through the sheer black fabric. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw her. "I could come back later," I said quickly, afraid to offend this beautiful and stern and very regal woman. She smiled in an ugly way.

"Stay where you are," she said, then she got to her feet slowly. "My daughters are out at a friend's house tonight. I wanted to get a look at you without them snooping around. You like watching your mother swallowing your cum," she asked as she approached me with that same smile seemed to suggest things I couldn't fathom. I was literally frozen where I stood when she walked up to me. She was a good head shorter than me, but I had never noticed this before.

She reached down and felt the bulge through my pants with her long burgundy fingernails, and her smile broadened. "Come over tomorrow and I'll teach you things your mother's too shy to do," she said, and when she did it was like those cartoons I'd been seeing for so many years were calling out to me, and I did shut my eyes and probably had a look of real concentration on my face, because next thing I knew she'd stepped back and was laughing. When I looked at her it was a challenge. "I'm sorry. It's just. You're really very sweet," she said. When she laughed is when she looked the prettiest. When I thought this it was a stern truth that I felt strongly about. It was like a flower sprouting in my mind.

And when she saw how stern I was, she approached me again, reached up with both hands and brought my face down to hers. She placed her lips on my cheek. "Tomorrow," she said, whispering it into my ear, with her cold fingers still lingering on my neck. Her fingers were like a yoke upon my neck. She was remaining near me for longer than I would have liked.

Then it was like my body reacted poorly to this last sentence. I jerked suddenly. Her face turned cold and she had pulled her hands back so that her fingers were cluttering up her cleavage. "Don't be feisty," she said in an irritated tone. It was taking all of my effort to stay where I was and not diving all over her and shooting semen all over her body while she squealed uncertainly.

For a moment it was a battle of wills, but I knew she would win before it had even begun, and I turned and sullenly made my way down the corridor as she was turning and getting back into bed. As I was passing one of the bedrooms, I saw Lisa peaking out and wondered why her mother had lied. Just then I heard, "Lisa. Lisa. Come give Mommy a back rub," coming from the room I'd left behind, and I bolted. Down the stairs, out the front door.

I ran all the way home, stumbling periodically in my ecstacy. It was like I'd been blinded by the touch of Mrs. Roth's fingers. That night my mother sent me to bed early, giving me the usual medley of pills I had every night before sleep, and I dreamt of a tiny superhuman woman with long burgundy fingernails fingering this little hole in my forehead, trying to fit her fingers in it, but the hole was too small. I woke up revived and excited the next morning.

Chapter 2.

The next day, my teacher dropped me off at Mrs Roth's house once again. She'd had less work than the day before and honestly just wanted to get home is how she'd said it. She gave me a peck on the cheek in the car before I got out because we had that sort of relationship. But today I was distracted. I had an erection before my feet hit the pavement. I remember it was a brisk afternoon, and when I glanced back Ms. Moriel was leaning over and looking out the window. I could have sworn she said something like, "I want to eat your cum," but when I turned around she said, "What should I tell your Mom." Mrs. Roth was already at the front porch and shouted.

"It shouldn't take too long. A few hours tops." I was somewhat indignant when I turned back to face her, for I'd been fantasizing about nonstop erotic adventures involving breasts and hands, but Mrs. Roth wasn't even looking at me. Instead she was waving appreciatively to Ms. Moriel before she motioned for me to come in. For just a moment our eyes met and she seemed bored. I can't quite place it, but like she was about to perform some mundane but necessary chore.

As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, she stepped back to have a look at me. "The first thing I want you to get straight," she said, "is that if you're going to work for me you have to do what I say when I say it. No horsing around alright?" I smiled and said sure while looking to either side to see if either Lisa or Sheila was around. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Mrs. Roth said in a sharper tone. I turned my attention directly on her. Then she approached me, her hands on her hips as she did. She was wearing high heels today and so was almost as tall as me. Her hands were on her midsection, and she was so small that her burgundy fingernails were almost touching.

"You will do exactly what I say and nothing else. Touch me where I tell you to. Fuck me as I tell you to, and we'll have no problems." My heart was in my throat. She had slid one hand round to my left buttcheek and was holding it as you might hold a melon. Her other hand had taken possession of my neck. She was looking at the collar of my shirt. "If we do have problems." Just then she started lightly bumping her crotch against mine in an absent-minded fashion. I could feel the warmth through her leather miniskirt. "If we do have problems then I'll have to come up with some system of punishment for my little plaything and make him cum all over himself like some pathetic baby just can't help himself." She was searching my face now, but for some reason I continued to look straight ahead, only occasionally glancing in her direction. My cock ached. Then she had stepped back and was holding both my hands in hers like a schoolgirl. Then she threw me the most endearing grin.

She led me upstairs by the hand. She wanted to fuck me in her daughter's bed. She led me into Lisa's room and to the single bed with its pink comforter. She sat down on the bed and told me to get on my knees, again becoming very formal. She just pointed to the floor and said it without looking me in the face. Then she pulled back her skirt and told me to lick her pussy. It was covered in dark curly hairs. When I paused momentarily, she just pulled my face down to her pussy without much ceremony and I started licking randomly at the hairs. I dry-heaved after my first lick, but she had me firmly by the back of the head and so I only jerked back for a moment before I continued to lick tentatively. She kept correcting me, occasionally having me sit back so she could massage herself and point out her clit. "Watch me massage myself for a moment. Mmm. You see how gentle I'm being. Oh. Yes. See this? This is my clit." Then she started rubbing it compulsively. "Oh. Yes. Yes," she said, then, as abruptly as she'd started, she stopped and reached for my head. I bent my face towards her pussy. I felt like it was my first day on the job and I wanted to prove I could do it right.

The more I did it, the more she seemed to enjoy it. She started stoking my head and saying, "That's right. Good. Good boy. Yes. That's it," at some point. Which doesn't mean she didn't correct me once or twice when I got carried away. Several times I pulled away thinking we were done, but whenever I did that she pushed my head back down and told me to continue. She said she wouldn't let me stop until she was satisfied.

While I was licking her pussy she said that I was to think of her as a surrogate mother, a fuck-mother here to assist me in my transition to manhood, teaching me all the things that young men should know about pleasing a woman. She would say something like this and then let out a long moan, or just start murmuring, "Yes. That's good. Yes. Good boy," like I was some kind of dog, but whenever she gently stroked my hair I would calm down and focus on my task. The touch of her cool fingers on my flesh made me forget whatever indignation I might have felt a moment before.

Then, after this had been going on for what seemed hours, she pulled at my shirt, I looked at her, and she indicated for me to get up. I got on my feet and she patted the bed next to her. I sat down. Just as I was sitting down she asked me what I thought of my mother. I was stunned for a moment. "Would you like to fuck your mommy," she said, as she reached for my crotch. I had soiled my underwear with precum, but when she took hold of the shaft of my cock with her fingers, it was like she had just pressed the on switch. I stared at her with the utmost attention and said that mommy made me want to fuck all night long. "Oh you filthy whore," she said in tones of real disgust.

Then she motioned for me to lie down, sort of throwing her fingers at the head of the bed, and I scooted on, trying to ignore what seemed like an indifference in her. She had stood up by this point. "Take off your pants," she said, and I lifted myself up and slipped off my bluejeans, and underwear, my cock getting caught on my tighty whiteys and then bouncing back. I just slipped them down so that my pants and my underwear were pulled down to my ankles. And before I could sit up to get them the rest of the way off, she was climbing onto the bed. The dirty grin had returned. "Mommy likes your cock," she said as she reached for it, tugging on it hard. I ejaculated immediately, splattering it all over her blouse and arm and the coverlet and myself. And she burst out laughing. But when she did it was a cruel laugh. I was trying to sit up when she once again gestured for me to stay where I was, and started taking off her blouse. "You got so excited, but this time I forgive you. It is your first time after all." Then. In the snidest tone. "Mommy wuvs her wittle baby-waby. Just." And back to normal. "Don't let it happen again." She had taken off her blouse and dropped her miniskirt to the ground and was completely naked but for the high heels she had on, an ankle bracelet, a few large rings, and a diamond pendant dangling between her dark breasts with their auburn nipples and aureolas.

She sat down next to me and started tugging on my prick, made slimy by cum. I could feel the blood rushing into it almost immediately. She was speaking mostly to herself it seemed while she tugged rhythmically on my cock. "You want to thrust your cock up your mom's asshole and her cunt. Your mother masturbates while she thinks of you every night. You know that?" Then she looked at me with sincere concern. I honestly didn't understand what she was saying just then. Like she was speaking a foreign language. Then she looked back at my now painfully erect prick, licked her pointer finger and climbed on top of me. I was speechless. I just lay there and watched as she began to move up and down, feeling the warmth surrounding my prick in a state of complete confusion. "She finger-fucks herself every morning while she thinks of you. She plays with your dick after you've gone to sleep. She slurps up your cum while you quiver in your sleep and whispers in your ear how she wants you to lick her pussy for days on end." She was feeling her nipples, before she leant forward and prodded at my lips with her fingers still sticky with my cum. I began to suck on them instinctively. Her other hand she had placed gently on my chest. Her fingers were cold in my mouth, especially the long nails, with which she gripped my cheek using the fingers remaining outside as a pincer. Then she pulled back, as we continued to ride. "Slave. You're mommy's little slave. You're mommy's little slave," as she rode my cock faster and faster. The sensation was like nothing I'd ever felt before, but this time, she came before I did, and when she did, she gripped my chest in those talons, leaving scratch marks that seared my flesh, then let out a long sigh and slipped herself off of me and walked over to the dresser and got out a pair pink panties.

She tossed them to me, and they landed on my abdomen in a soft little clump. "You mommy wants you to cum on my daughter's panties." As soon as she said it I ejaculated everywhere all over again. She walked up to me abruptly and mopped up all the jizz with the panties in an officious manner, then dropped the panties on the bed and told me that she was going to leave me here to think about everything she'd said and that she'd come get me when my mother drove up to get me. I lay there with my dick already throbbing again while I heard the shower go on down the hall. My first thought was But what about all that work I was supposed to do? However, all I could see were those images Mrs. Roth had put into my brain. I thought of Lisa to try and focus on something normal, but somehow that made everything worse.

Because I just lay thinking about Lisa and I kept hearing her mother saying, "Lisa. Lisa. Come give Mommy a back rub," and I envisioned her massaging her daughter's clitoris as she had been massaging her own, and the cum on the panties and making her daughter lick it, and massaging Lisa's pussy every night, and somehow I started thinking about Sheila too, and that she probably got in on it, but just as I was starting to fantasize about what might go on between these two sisters, their arms becoming interwoven under the covers and their legs in the middle of the night as they whisper secrets and kiss each other with a platonic tenderness that quickly becomes a thriving need, and then it's like Mrs. Roth can see my thoughts because she butts into my fantasy like she's just stumbled in on her daughters in this compromising position and me there watching them because in the imaginings of my mind she's turned to me and is saying, "How dare you fantasize about my daughters you little pervert," and then flicks out a tongue like a long thin sticky and pink strand of thread that lashed around my neck like a collar and then my eyes rolled back and it was like my entire body was a cock and I could feel the pressure building in my head and then it just burst out the top of my head and my whole skull was covered in white sticky scum and she was licking it all off and fingering the whole in the crown of my head with her long thin tongue.

My eyes were rolled back in the dream, and when I opened them my eyes were white too, but I could see everything, and everywhere I looked it was just women with huge vaginas chasing little boys with huge penises around and around the room. For some reason they were dressed up like eighteenth century gentlefolk. Then Mrs. Roth jumped in front of me. She was wearing some kind of period dress but her breasts were hanging out and her fingers were reaching for my cock like she's trying to catch an insect and then I saw my own mother there in the corner also in a period dress, and her dress was hiked up above her white white thighs and her knitting was forgotten on the ottoman beside her and she was glancing in my direction nervously as she massaged the slick folds of her labia rhythmically, and she was saying, "It's true you know. What she said is true." Then I woke up, and the light was leaving the sky. I'd fallen asleep on Lisa's bed, the soiled panties still in my hand, completely naked, my engorged cock hanging off to one side and still sticky. I was suddenly very self-conscious and sat up and started looking around for my clothes, and all the while thinking, What if Lisa had found me in here like this.

I was just slipping into my pants when Mrs. Roth poked her head. She was wearing fuzzy pink slippers and a pink cardigan. "I hope you had a nice sleep dear," she said. She stood watching me hurriedly dressing. Then. "You woke at just the perfect time. Your mother's waiting downstairs," and I quickly hurried towards the door just as I was buttoning my shirt. "I can smell the cum on you," she said as I was headed for the stairs, but my mother was already waving for me to hurry up.

"You're sure in a hurry," she said when I rushed past her. I heard her shouting her goodbyes as I made my way to the car. Hopefully she wouldn't be able to smell the sex on me. We didn't speak the whole ride home, and I immediately went to take a shower when we got in the door. That night, Mom made my favorite dish for dinner, and afterwards she said she wanted to sit with me while I did my homework. Fact of the matter is she seemed reluctant to leave me alone. Whenever I glanced over she seemed to be watching me with a strange expression. She kept reaching out for the houseplant nearby and stroking the leaves, and for some reason I couldn't stop staring at her fingers tugging on the leaves. She would catch me watching occasionally and again it would be the strange and knowing smile. I can still clearly see the arms of her baggy white sweater rolled up and how startled she was when the phone range. It was like it broke her out of a trance.

I watched her hurrying off with relief. She always shuffled on the carpet in her stockinged feet when she pranced around the house in the evenings, but tonight I wanted some time alone, and she spent a good hour laughing with her girlfriends, leaving me to contemplate what had happened today. Today was the day I had lost my virginity, and I felt as if I had won something but I also I felt sick, but for some reason I wanted to feel sicker. Then it was all of a sudden way past my bedtime and my mother came strolling in with an unnaturally large grin plastered on her bed. "It's getting late. How about a hot glass of milk before pills and bedtime?"

Chapter 3.

That night my dreams were strange, something about being tied to the headboard and gagged while my mother's fat pink pussy hangs above my head, the panties, already soiled with her cum, drawn off to one side, and her fingers slipping in and out of the crevice rapidly, while she tugs on the head of my prick with her teeth, and the next morning, Mom was really chatty. She kept playing footsy and laughing. She had made me a huge breakfast and was still looking at me a little funny. She followed me to the door, and grabbed for my hand just as I was leaving, and pulled me towards her. She just wanted to give me a hug, but she held on to me for an uncomfortable period of time, and my cock became erect and uncomfortable. She was wearing a new perfume that seemed too sweet to me, and her mouth was right up in my face when she said it, "You're mine. All mine." Her eyes were closed. When I pulled away, something was bothering me, like maybe I'd made Mom upset or something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

At school my teacher was also acting strangely towards me. She seemed to be watching me like I might do something terrible at any moment, and at one point I actually said, "Boo" and threw my arms in the air, and she did almost jump. Then she caught herself and we both laughed for a long time.

She was a very gentle woman, and would often come over for dinner. I could see she was very close with my mother. At least once I stumbled in on my teacher penetrating my mother from behind wearing a strap-on, a collar tied round my mother's neck that my teacher tugged on while thrusting the prosthetic phallus up inside my mother's large buttocks violently, my teacher's eyes closed in ecstacy as my mother whimpered and cooed, her long blond hair covering her face, her hands shaking like loose leaves. Or it might have been me who thrust myself up inside my mother's large buttocks violently, in my dream of the previous night, or thrust myself up inside Mrs. Roth. I just wasn't certain, and when I tried to think about it, my brain hurt.

Then it was study hall, and Lisa found me and told me that she wanted to talk to me after school. She told me to meet her out front of the school and we could talk there. When I got there she asked me what I was doing now and I said that I didn't know for certain, and she said that her mom was taking her and her sister to the carnival and did I want to come. I said that of course I would just as her sister was approaching and said something unpleasant about her sister's perfect pink asshole, and Lisa blushed and looked away. Just then Mrs. Roth pulled up in her shiny black SUV and told us to hop in.

"Joshua," Mrs. Roth said when I scooted into my seat. I looked at her in the rear view mirror. She was grinning that dark grin again. "Why don't we call your mother and see if she wants to come out with us. I haven't seen her in forever, and you three could go off alone together while the old folks talked." So when we pulled onto the carnival grounds I found the pay phone in the parking lot and called home. My mother was there but very busy "Tell Mrs. Roth that's very kind of her, but I've got some last minute work to take care of. She'll understand."

Lisa and I rode on the ferris wheel holding hands. She opened up to me, explaining that she really just likes to be a good girl. I found her very boring of a sudden. She seemed to want to tell me something, but all she kept saying was that she really just wanted to be so good. When we got off the ferris wheel her mother asked how the two lovebirds were doing, Sheila snickered, and I glanced at her. Then we all three got hot dogs before piling into the car and Mrs. Roth beamed at the rest of us before pulling out. When we got to my house Lisa, Sheila, and I went upstairs while Mrs. Roth and my mother spoke.

Lisa explained to me that my mother had called her mother last night all worried about me, and made her promise to check up on me after school, and that now they were having a conversation about it. We went back to our homework in silence, but already I was envisioning my mother begging groggily as Mrs. Roth flicked her fingers in and out of her pussy and then pushed Mom's face into my crotch so she could suckle on the swollen head of my cock.

After we had worked in silence for some time, her mother called up to her to say that it was time to go, and Sheila and Lisa quickly packed up their things and hurried out of my room. A few minutes later, my mother popped her head in, "Finish your homework. Shower. Hot milk and pill and then bed." I almost asked her straight out at that time what all these visions meant and whether she wouldn't want to place my cock in her mouth, but she was already gone, the words still sitting unspoken on my lips.

Sometimes she would throw the pills in my mouth playfully, but not tonight. It was all business. "What about we stay in tomorrow night, huh," she said as her fingers played with my few strands of chest hair. I almost said it then too, but she was so concentrated on my chest it was like I wasn't there. "Remember when you were young and you used to --"

"Stop," I said, but it was too late. I was already thinking of my mother's beautiful vagina and her fingers slipping in and out of its crevice nervously, and then I was holding this as a precious memory because she was so unlike the girls in my class, who seemed so childish. I had no interest in them. Except for Lisa of course. But more just as a friend.

Other girls were different, however. I would sometimes go for long walks around the town where we lived, and there were other girls who had been brought up in a less moral community than mine who dressed like they were training to be prostitutes, and I was certainly attracted to them, but in a different way. I felt a certain reverence for the mature women within our community that somehow heightened my sexual attraction, whereas with the alien girls from the outside world it was more like an animal attraction, but just the fact of the difference made it alluring to me. And so I would go on walks.

Chapter 4.

But the following day I had a one track mind and girls painted up like whores weren't in the picture. I just went directly home from school and Mom and I watched movies, ate pop corn and sat in the living room just like she'd said, snuggled up close and giggling over the absurd comedy of the film we were currently watching, although it seemed like she was watching me more than the film. She'd laid her head on my thigh at first, but I had to push her off when my cock started to stiffen. I didn't want her to accidentally touch it again.

After it was over, Mother told me to go on up to bed and that she'd bring me my pill and glass of warm milk in a moment. I said alright and headed up our carpeted stairs. Mother came up a few minutes later, placed the old aluminum tray, with goofy and other disney characters painted on, by the bed, and then pulled up a chair. I was about to take my pill when she clasped my hand. "Honey," she said. "I just want you to know that whatever's going on. You can talk about it with me. Whatever it is. Just let me know." She was looking right in my eyes then, so I nodded quickly and looked down before swallowing my pill. Sometimes when my mother looks me in the eyes it makes me nervous. That night I had erotic nightmares where I was forced to fuck every woman on earth ending with my mother doped up on this weird drug and under the influence of a satanic cult.

And the day after that my mother took me over to Mrs. Roth's early. On the way I felt the need to mention these walks I had been going on. I really just didn't want to keep anything from my mother. "Why do you need to go on them," she wanted to know. She seemed very upset. Not upset more concerned, and she said she would talk to me about it when she came to pick me up later. I didn’t see what the big deal was, but looking back I understand why she felt this way.

Just then we pulled up to the Roths' house, I got out of the car and walked up the steps. She waved to my mother as she had to Ms. Moriel and beckoned for me to come inside. She told me to stay where I was and close my eyelids. Once again, her daughters seemed to be nowhere around. "Now, keep them closed," she said and again she led me upstairs. This time I could tell she was leading me past Lisa's room and to her own. "Don't open them yet. Not yet," she said, and I felt her unzipping my pants. Then I felt her cold fingers handling my painfully erect cock gently, and I felt something being wrapped around the base of my shaft, causing my cock to swell even more. Then something soft, cold and wet wrapped itself around the head of my prick, and something soft and tender started lapping at my anus. Then she told me to open my eyes. Sheila had begun to tug hard on my cock and Lisa was kissing and licking my asshole. A piece of string had been tied around the base of my shaft so I couldn't cum, and, "What good girls I have raised," Mrs. Roth was saying and reaching out like she wanted to place a hand on each of their heads. Sheila's teeth were tugging on the tip of my prick like it was an over-ripe strawberry, and I was shaking uncontrollably.

And that was it. I was paralyzed now. I couldn't move. They had me tied to the ground by their mouths. My arms were out. I didn't know what to do with them. I kept looking down at Sheila's adolescent mouth and perfect teeth wrapped round the head of my cock, and the sensation was like I was being stabbed with pleasure, like I was trapped in an ecstacy so overwhelming that I would never be able to see my way back to the world I once knew. "If only your mother were here," Mrs. Roth said, and she placed her fingers under my chin so I would look her in the eyes while her daughters continued to nibble on my cock and anus. "Your mother wants you to dominate her with your cock. She wants to slather her tongue all over the shaft of your cock and clean your asshole while she massages your balls. She sucks on your cock for hours while you sleep and kisses you all over your face while she tugs violently on your shaft, but she needs you to be understanding. I know this is all very new for you, but this is the only way you'll learn how to be the man your mother needs you to be." Her voice was so even and inflectionless, and I was shaking like I was trying to tug myself free, but I was still tied to the ground by Lisa and Sheila's teeth and tongues as they nibbled and licked at my asshole and cock. Mrs. Roth was stroking my face gently with her long burgundy nails by this point. Her lips were right next to my ear. "You want to cum all over your mother's face so badly," she said, and I could see her there on the floor below me, her face damp with tears or sweat as my cum splattered all over her cheeks and hair. I could see it like I had been there before.

"Yes," I said. Choked with emotion.

"Good." A pause while I waited for further instructions. She was toying with my hair with one hand, her other hand on my clavicle to keep me still. I couldn't stop shaking. Lisa's pink tongue continued to dart up and down the shaft of my cock methodically. Then. "When you shove your cock up your mother's tight asshole, and grip her by the hair and tell her that Mommy's your slut, and you're going to fill Mommy's asshole with your cum to show her what a slut she is, you're doing it because you love her. Because this is what she needs to get off. You understand that, Joshua. You'll always be Mommy's baby no matter how much cum you pour over her quivering tits. Now. I want you to repeat after me, 'I want to fuck my mother,' and I want you to think of your mother tugging on your cock desperately when you do it. Alright?" I nodded and looked at her. "Say, 'I want to cum up my mother's asshole.'"

It was like lightning shooting through my skull. "I want to cum up my mother's asshole," I said, and I saw my mother placing a curled hand on my cheek, her long lavender fingernails cool against my skin. "Say it again. 'I want to fuck my mommy with my big fat cock,'" she said. "I want to." I was weeping, for joy or sorrow I don't know. "Fuck my mommy with my big fat cock," I said, and I saw my mother's beautiful vagina and her fingers slipping in and out of its crevice nervously. "And once more. 'I want to drown my mother in my cum,'" she said. Her gaze steady and penetrating into my own. My face was covered in snotty tears. "Please," I begged her. "Please. This is too much." Her hand had gone down to my cock and she was squeezing it hard to make me obey. "Say it," she said. And so I shouted it this time, my entire body wracked with shuddering waves of ecstacy and agony. "I want to drown my mother in my cum," I said, and I saw myself entering my mother's large buttocks violently as she whimpers and coos, her long blond hair covering her face, her hands shaking like loose leaves.

Then I felt a change and it took me a moment to realize that the Roth twins had unlatched themselves from my cock and anus. I turned just as Sheila was at the door with her sister in tow. When I looked back at my cock it was bright red and I could almost swear it was pulsing. When I looked at Mrs. Roth, she was naked, her dark nipples hard knobs, but it was more than this. It was like she'd become somehow a supernatural being in the last few minutes. I fell to my knees then and began to plead, begging her to stop, that I was losing my mind, that I couldn't do this anymore. I remember how soft the carpet was and her pussy there in front of my face already wet, the dark hairs plastered to her thigh and laying along the folds of her labia. She simply walked up to me and gently pressed my head against her already damp pussy.

I automatically began licking and stroking her cunt with my tongue. "It's alright," she said. "You'll learn to love it. It takes time to give yourself up entirely to a woman, but you must learn. It's very important that you become accustomed to the demands women are going to place on you later in life." Then she unfastened me from her womb, and I looked up. "Come over to the bed. I want to teach you something."

But I didn't get up. "I told you I want you to come over to the bed," Mrs. Roth said, but I was in a funk right now, and I needed to think things through. My cock was still tied off at the base and hanging hard and heavy between my legs. "Didn't I say you need to follow everything I say?" I looked up. It was too late, though. She was already calling the girls in. Then she had her girls spank me while I just stood there. I honestly didn't care anymore. I was somewhere far away when Mrs. Roth told me to cum on Lisa's asshole just as she was untying my prick, and it was like someone had just turned a valve and I just shot it all over her while she just quivered on all fours on the carpet below me like this was the most exciting thing in a long line of exciting things. Eventually I fell asleep, waking just as it was getting dark.

Chapter 5.

When my mother picked me up I could almost believe it had all been a bad dream. Mom was wearing that same heavy perfume. Then she asked me if I'd thought about the conversation we had this morning. I had honestly forgotten, but she hadn't, and she wanted me to know that she was going to have to do something, and she hoped I would understand. The whole time she was stern, but it seemed like an act, her hand on my knee and occasionally brushing up my thigh in a reassuring way. I knew she meant well, which didn't save me from the throbbing erection had returned as soon as I got in the car. She kept looking over at me to see if I was alright. I had my feet on the dash and was looking ahead with a stony expression, for even I understood the necessity of it, didn't mean I had to like it.

As I got out of the car she took my hand loosely, like you might when leading a close friend to your favorite watering hole. We crossed the lawn, climbed the stairs, and I stood in silence while she opened the door. Then I went immediately to the bathroom and slowly unbuttoned my pants while I waited for her. She usually took a moment to prepare herself before coming in.

She would use the flat of her hand while I stood bracing myself against the sink. I still had a very painful erection, and a very distinct vision of my mother tugging on my cock with her teeth as Sheila had been doing earlier. But, so my mother came in and swatted me once on my underwear-clad buttocks and I felt the shock of it right through my perenium. "Don't you ever look at those young sluts again," she said as the palm of her hand landed against my buttcheeks the second time, and each time after that. It was so jarring that I didn't even notice that I'd ejaculated a small amount onto my underwear, until she took hold of the head of my prick through the cloth of my underwear with her pointer finger and thumb, rubbing her thumb across the head of my prick with an odd concentrated expression on her face while I looked on. "Now look what you've done. Now Mommy's going to have to suck your cock clean," she said, but still without looking me in the face, her entire focus on my cock hanging hot and heavy in my underwear. She got down on her knees, slipped back my underwear and starting tugging hungrily on the head of my cock with her teeth, then kissed and slathered on my prick. "If you would just show me how you want me to suck your cock, we could have avoided all of this." As she was saying this she was placing little pecks along the shaft of my cock, her fingers holding it up like it was an especially delicious corn on the cob.

Then she started slobbering all over it as I muttered, "I want to cum all over your face. I want to cum so badly." Her teeth were tugging on the head of my cock as she gripped my scrutom in her long cold fingernails, and I let out a yelp. I would have cum all over her if I hadn't been sucked dry earlier. My cock was glistening with her saliva when she rose to her feet. I was still standing plastered to the spot, unthinking and ringing with ecstacy when she lifted she lifted her fingers to her lips and tasted them with a secret smile. Then. "Take a shower. I'll see you at the dinner table," she said then.

My buttocks were still ringing from the force of her hand when I slid my underwear off and climbed into the shower. I didn't dare touch my cock after the treatment I'd been given, but it was still hanging hard and throbbing between my legs as I scrubbed myself down and thought of how happy my mother made me, but beyond that I couldn't think anything. I didn't even try. I wasn't connecting any dots, let's put it that way. Then I climbed out of the shower, dried myself off, dressed, and hurried down to dinner.

My teacher had come over for dinner tonight and she seemed especially excited. The food was already waiting for me and steaming hot. I started shoveling in collard greens and mac and cheese.

My mother swallowed and leaned forward, leaning in and brushing my hair to the side. "Give your mother a kiss." Her eyes were shining with new-formed tears, and I immediately got light-headed. I could feel my eyes glazing over as I looked from one woman to the other. Then I kissed my mother full on on the lips in front of my teacher, our tongues sliding lazily against each other, our plates forgotten down below. Her other hand had instinctively gone to my cock. I was blushing because Ms. Moriel was just watching us like it was the most normal thing in the world. No, she wasn't. She was kissing my mother, and she had reached out and taken my hand and had drawn my hand between my mother's legs. Then Ms. Moriel left the room while I worked my mother's pussy with my fingers and continued to tongue her contentedly while she tugged on my cock through my pants, and I desperately slid my fingers in and out of her pussy as I'd seen her do so many times before, and when we weren't pressing our lips together she would murmur, "Oh, yes. You're my precious boy. You're my precious boy," over and over again, then let out a moan and kiss me on the cheek wetly before we made out some more.

When we stopped for a moment, her eyes were full of tears once again. "I'm frightened," she said, and when she said it, she was looking at me like she wanted me to reassure her. She was clutching at my shoulder with the glistening lavender fingernails when she said it, while her other hand continued to tug at my cock through my pants under the table. I would be overcome by a wave of ecstacy and it would take all of my concentration to speak.

But when I did speak, my response was very matter of fact. "From now on you'll be my whore, and we'll and we'll," but I couldn't complete the thought. Just then I'd splooged in my pants and she let out a long endearing laugh. "Oh, sweetheart," she said, licked her fingers, and kissed me on the cheek. "Let me clean you up before bed," she said, and I solemnly stood up and took off my damp pants and she got on her knees and slipped my underwear off and started sucking on my cock, which quickly swelled as she tugged on it with her teeth an slathered all over it, swallowing all of my cum greedily. I was watching her the whole time. Then once again, she stood up and my cock was glistening with her saliva. "Now. Off to bed with you," she said.

It was all happening so fast. I turned abruptly and was about to leave the room when she said sternly, "Aren't you forgetting something?" I turned around and she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Goodnight, honey," she said, her fingers grazing my erect cock when she did. Then it was up to my bedroom.

I closed the door behind me, flung off my clothes and dove into bed facing the wall, crying the whole time big bitter baby-faced tears. My cock was already aching and heavy below me all over again. I felt sick somehow. Nauseous, but I wanted more. I craved her touch already. I thought of stroking my own cock, but I wouldn't touch it myself. I made a pact right then and there that I wouldn't masturbate anymore. If they were going to make me fuck this much, I had to give it a rest myself. It was sore already from all the attention it'd been getting all afternoon. I didn't turn around when I heard the door. Of course she would come up here and continue to bother me.

Chapter 6.

I didn't turn around, but I heard the bed squeak as she slipped onto it, and then slipped one hand round to my my cock and started stroking rhythmically up and down the shaft of my once again painfully erect penis, while she played with my hair with her other hand and kissed the nape of my neck in little pecks like she had done before in the bathroom. I knew I wouldn't be able to cum for a good long while, and I knew that when I did, it would hurt because it was already so sore. "Please. Mother. Please," I begged. "My cock aches." This only made her massage it more. "Please," I said again.

Then she readjusted where she lay, her large breasts warm against my back, her nipples almost searing hot, and her cunt was also achingly warm and already seeping fluid out of it that I could feel dribbling down my right buttock and into the sheets. "Sh. Let's just lay here for now. You can fuck me as hard as you like later, but let me cherish this moment a little longer." She was whispering as she continued to kiss my neck in little tonguing kisses.

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep with her hands still gripped round my cock. I fell asleep to the sound of her whispering that I was the best son in the whole world to do this for her, and that she was so proud of me, and she was so happy, that she was the happiest woman in the world. I woke up some time past midnight with drool staining the sheets while Mom violently sucked on my engorged prick.

I was suddenly very afraid. I sat up and she jumped back as well. My cock was wet with her saliva. "Don't you love your mommy," and suddenly I wanted my old mother back. I slid back on the bed. She was crawling toward me with a large grin plastered across her face. My heart was pounding and when she rose up again I must have been looking on her with the eyes of a stunned deer because she gently pressed her long manicured fingernails against my lips as I tried to speak to say how much I loved her very much, but that I. "I need you to show me that you love me. If you love me you'll give me this," she said in a tone that was both concerned and curious.

She then brought me to her large breasts and I kissed at her nipples and suckled at her tits as she stroked my cock. "What a big powerful man you've become. Mommy wants to take care of her big strong man, to serve him and do whatever it takes to make him happy," she said. Then she smiled at me and took my hand and pressed it between her legs, her delicate fingers guiding my own in and out and around her wet and quivering labia and clitoris gently and slowly. Her face looked tortured with pleasure and her hand pressed mine up and into her pussy as she restrained her groans and squeezed her thighs. Her gold crucifix necklace shown in the moonlight. "More," she said to no one in particular.

It was then I saw Ms. Moriel in the shadow of the doorway. I was just about to say something when my mother, possibly because I had suddenly stopped pleasuring her with my fingers, lowered her head once again onto my swollen cock, sliding her glistening fingers up and down either side of my shaft as she nibbled on my head with her perfect white teeth. I was enslaved with ecstasy. My eyes rolled up into my head and I felt as if I were falling back into my sheets. As I lay back my hands slipped down to my chest, and I awkwardly edged them down my abdomen where one of them met with hers and she gave the tips of my fingers an appreciative squeeze. I was so close to cumming I had to bite the pillow to keep myself silent, but I had already cum so much I was honestly afraid that if I came again tonight I would shoot blood. When she lifted her head, the spittle made a thin line from my cockhead to her extended tongue. She went down once more to swab off her saliva.

Then I needed her tits in my mouth once again. I adjusted my position and when she looked me in the eyes she reached out for my head and brought me to her swelling tits. I suckled while she stroked the back of my head and neck, my cock laying gently on her thigh, my hand gripping her buttocks. She murmured that I should come to her whenever I'm feeling these urges and she'll help show me how to pleasure women like a real man. I was positive I was in love with her then. "This is just the beginning, love," she said.

And while I lay there she spoke for some time about how we believe in this wonderful mystical bond between mother and son and how our bond was truly special and she wanted me to always feel comfortable to tell her anything, and that she would always be there for me. She was stroking my head again as she spoke. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Ms. Moriel once again in the doorway. She was sitting near the doorway and her hand was violently fingering her vagina while she watched us from the shadows. I shuddered when I realized what she was doing, and just at that moment, my mother caught my eye.

She gently pulled my head back and slid on top of me, and the warmth of her vagina was like nothing I had ever felt before, like my brain were being sucked down into my scrotum and I was being nestled once again within the warmth of her womb, and our motions became more natural. That's to say, we had become joined now. I could understand. The union had taken place. And the match was good. Her face had taken on a concentrated appearance and her breathing was punctuated by a periodic staccato moan. She licked her lips and as my motion increased she clasped me behind the neck while hoarsely crying, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck mommy." And all the while, my teacher remained in the doorway.

I couldn't help it. I finally ejaculated, and she immediately slid off my flaccid penis and bent over and took my penis in her fingers started kissing the side and head of my prick as I could feel the blood filling it rapidly again. And for the first time I understood what all my education had been for. My teacher was approaching the bed leisurely. Her eyes were rolled up into her head and she was chanting while she massaged herself through the fly of her blue jeans, and occasionally made a small plaintive cry. She climbed onto the bed as a blind person might.

I looked down just as my mother was tying off my cock at its base with a concentrated expression while my teacher stroked the side of my face with the tips of her long black fingernails and whispered into my ear. "Shh. It's alright," she was saying, for I was shaking all over. Then I felt her tying one of my hands to the headboard. Then she kissed the side of my face again as my mother tied off the other other hand. And she continued to give little pecks on my cheek or ear, her fingernails now dragging along the shaft of my penis while she spoke, while my mother propped up my head with a pillow and tied down each leg. "You're doing great." Another kiss. It was then I realized that she had started masturbating, slipping her fingers in and out of her pussy rapidly as she stroked my rhythmically squeezed my cock.

Then I my mother's vagina directly in front of me. My mother had framed her pussy with those same alabaster hands and their perfectly manicured lavender fingernails I had known since I was small, and then she started masturbating and murmuring and moaning, and I watched her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, gone sticky with her pussy juice and eventually the milky liquid rolling down her leg as she reached climax and spasmed. And then she was pressing my face into her pussy and I was lapping up her vaginal cum while she murmured commands, of encouragement, her fingers tugging at my hair, slathering all over her slick pink labia and swollen clit, while all the while Ms. Moriel stroked the shaft of my cock and whispered words of encouragement. By the end my mother's pussy was sopping wet and her cellulite-riddled thighs quivering uncontrollably.

Then Ms. Moriel told me to shut my eyes and she said I was dreaming, and when I woke up inside my dream, it was a different vagina framed in the same way, but this time by fire engine red fingernails and this time I heard a woman explaining how she likes to be fucked, telling me that she likes her boys to bite at her clit and to use their teeth and be rough with her pussy, and all the while she's tugging on her clit and forcing her fingers in as far as possible up her pussy, and then she shoves my face into her vagina and I start doing it just like that, like it was me thinking, and this is just how I like to do it, and I can hear her howling up above me as she rips at my hair, the pussy juices just pouring out. And then another. And then another.

And all the while, I can feel Ms. Moriel's hand flapping against my thigh as she masturbates beside me and tugs on my tied off and heavy cock, and occasionally whispers words of encouragement or instruction in my ear or kisses my cheek with quivering lips.

There was one woman whose vagina smelled so bad I dry-heaved but she just pushed my face in harder. And I recognized Mrs. Roth's hands as she was masturbating, but she was different. She wanted to get down and finger feed me her pussy juices, with one hand behind my head and the other hand sticky and in my mouth as I licked each of her fingers clean. And some of them were huge women, whose pussy was concealed within folds of fat, and I thought I was going to suffocate. And some of them were old women who wanted to show me their toys and sat beside me using various devices to stimulate the different parts of their pussies, and then just making me kiss their shaved pussies in a chaste and reverential manner.

It went on all night long, and the whole time my cock was becoming angrier and angrier, hard and begging to cum again and Ms. Moriel just continued to stroke it kiss the side of my face gently when she wasn't whispering things into my ear or I wasn't lapping at another slick pink pussy dripping with its own vaginal juices, another mature hand with long manicured fingernails pressing my face into her slimy crotch, her crotch hairs, blonde or brown or black, curled and stuck to her skin with sweat and pussy cum. Some of them were a sickly white and some of these pussies were surrounded by a dark chocolate skin, but their fingers always ended in bright manicured fingernails, and my cock continued to throb until I was aware of it like a second heart between my legs thumping with blood while I lay there crazy to satisfy these women, begging them in the back of my brain to just let me cum please, and when I did it was far past dawn and I was with my own mother again. It was her who undid the knot and when she did I shot semen all over her and myself and she laughed and snuggled in next to me without bothering to clean herself up and the two of us lay snuggled tight as sardines the whole day, my cum smelling acrid on her when I spooned her from the rear, but I loved the smell, and I loved her. I knew that now. Because I was the luckiest son, because my mother had brought me up in the most wonderful way. Because I wanted to fuck her every night forever.