Tommy woke, naked, in his bed. He stretched his thin arms and legs, and sat up. The sheet slid from his chest and fell to his lap. The ten year old slipped out of bed and padded on bare feet to the bathroom down the hall.

He didn't bother to put on underwear or a bath robe. Hank wouldn't want him too, anyway.

Hank Miller, the retired next door neighbor, had slept overnight with Tommy's mother again, like he did almost every night lately.

And like every night, the tall, older man had sneaked into Tommy's room last night an awakened him to fuck his ass in his own bed. Hank spent a lot of time at Tommy; house now. He had been gently imposing his ideas about how Tommy and his mother, Ann, should behave and dress - or not dress - around the house. Hank himself usually only wore colored briefs, which fit snugly to his eight inch cock.

He liked to brush past Tommy in front of his mother, rubbing his genitals against the boy.

Tommy now wore either underwear or nothing. Mr. Miller insisted that boys didn't need to wear more, using himself as an example.

Ann, who had raised Tommy by herself, had no other male role models to compare his behavior against, so she acquiesced. She was also enjoying the attentions of an adult male, having been busy working hard to earn enough money for herself and Tommy for the past ten years. She had eschewed a love life in order to provide for her son, and was now enjoying Hank's affections.

Tommy saw Hank's shadow fill the doorway to the bathroom. The man insisted that Tommy keep the door open when he used the toilet or showered.

"'Morning, Buddy!" Hank greeted the nervous boy. Tommy was just about to pee.

"Oh, uh, hi," he said unenthusiastically.

"Hey, don't let me stop you," Hank said, nodding toward Tommy's little penis, "Go ahead and piss if ya gotta!" The big man grinned, staring at Tommy's cock. With a sigh, Tommy turned and emptied his bladder, the thin stream of yellow urine splashing into the toilet.

When he finished, Miller moved closer.

"Here, let me help you with that," the man said, reaching for Tommy's dripping member and taking it between two fingers. He shook the drops from the end of the ten year old's soft cock, and kept his hand on it afterward, squeezing the boy's penis, and pulling on it gently, until Tommy's four inch erection stood out from his loins. The man continued to fondle Tommy, right down the hall from his sleeping other.

"That's it," Miller crooned, "That's my good horny boy!" Tommy's cheeks burned with humiliation. He was appalled that the man could elicit such a reaction from him, but he could, and did, all the time.

The boy was soon panting toward an orgasm. Tommy wondered if Miller would let him cum this time, or if he would keep him on edge, as he liked to do, and tease him, without letting him finish. Tommy dreaded that and looked forward to it at the same time.

He was so confused.

But this time, Miller didn't stop. He stroked Tommy's hard cock until the boy gasped, indicating his impending orgasm.

Grabbing a paper cup from the counter, Miller held the small receptacle under Tommy's cock head, capturing the boy's spurting semen while he pulled slowly on his cock, milking his sperm from his balls.

"Mmm, yeah," Miller whispered, "That's it. Cum for me, Baby!"

Tommy expected Miller to hand him the cup, so the pervert could watch him swallow his own semen, but Hank surprised him.

"I left your outfit on your bed, Honey," Miller told him, turning away with the cup, "Come on down for breakfast after your dressed."

Tommy found his "outfit" waiting on his bed as promised. It was a pair of animal print underpants, meant for a five or six year old. Miller had cut the leg openings on the sides so Tommy's thighs would fit, and the waistband barely stretched enough for him to pull them up. The elastic top hung low on his hips. The base of his cock was visible over the top, which was what Miller liked. In back, the cloth bunched up in his deep butt crack like a thong, exposing his round, white butt cheeks.

With a sigh, he headed downstairs.

- - - -

"Hey, Sport!" Hank greeted the boy as he padded on bare feet into the kitchen. The man wore a black speedo bathing suit that barely covered his eight inch cock, even when soft, and slid between his round butt cheeks, exposing most of the white, hairy flesh of his ass.

Hank was in front of the stove, cooking scrambled eggs.

"You're just in time! Come on over and help me here, would you?" the older man requested. Tommy walked over unenthusiastically.

Hank handed the ten year old boy the paper cup with his semen in it. Tommy expected to be told to drink it, and waited for the inevitable command, but Hank stood quietly, stirring the cooking eggs.

"There," Hank declared, "Just right! He lifted the pan from the stove and stepped away from Tommy, leaving room to hold the steaming eggs in front of the boy.

"Go ahead and dump that on here" he told Tommy, smiling, "Secret sauce!" he said, grinning.

Slowly, Tommy raised the cup over the hot eggs and tipped it. The congealed mass of sperm slid onto the eggs in an off-white clump, quickly melting onto the lumpy surface and disappearing from view.

"Perfect!" Hank said, grinning, Your Mom's gonna love it!" Tommy saw him look up and smile over his shoulder.

"Just in time! Here's the lovely lady of the house now!"

The boy turned to see his mother, Ann, enter the kitchen. She wore a thong and bra set Hank had given her, with a sheer robe over the top. The bra and thong were pink lace, and Ann's nipples were visible through the holes in the fabric. The robe covered nothing, ending at her hips. Her long, slim legs were bare, her feet covered by pink slippers with three inch heels.

Miller asserted the same influence over Ann's wardrobe that he did over Tommy's, and Ann wore very little now around the house. Even in public, Miller insisted that she wear short skirts, and tops that exposed her belly whenever possible. And she only wore sheer, sexy underwear, if any.

Tommy was seeing a submissive side to his mother he had never seen before, and his little cock swelled as his eyes travelled over his mother's nearly naked body.

He turned away, embarrassed and ashamed that he had been looking at his own mother that way.

"Here, have a seat, Princess!" Hank invited, holding out a chair for her with one hand while holding the pan in the other.

When Ann was seated, Hank scraped a pile of eggs, laced with Tommy's sperm, onto the plate in front of her. He set the pan on the table and took hold of Ann's robe, sliding it down her arms and off.

"You don't need this, Honey," he assured her, "Its plenty warm enough in here." Hank grinned at Tommy over Ann's head and winked.

Tommy blushed furiously, but tore his eyes from his mother's breasts with difficulty.

Hank served the rest of the eggs to Tommy and himself. The boy sat across from his mother, watching as she scooped the semen-laced eggs into her mouth. Hank put a couple of pieces of toast on Tommy's plate.

"Go ahead!" he encouraged the boy, "Dig in before they get cold!" Tommy raised a forkful to his mouth slowly. Reluctantly, he put the slimy mixture on his mouth, chewing and swallowing.

Fortunately, he couldn't taste his sperm, and figured that his mother wouldn't either. But the thought that the woman who had given birth to him and raised him was now eating his semen was appalling.

But the boy felt his cock swelling at the thought.

He also felt Hanks' hand on his bare thigh under the table, out of his mother's line of sight.

Hank chatted with Tommy's mom, and his hand moved up the boy's soft thigh, until it cupped his hard cock and balls. Tommy moved uncomfortably as his hard penis pushed against the tight confines of his under-sized underwear.

His thin body jolted when the man's hand slid past his waist band to grip his cock in a tight fist.

Hank continued to chat idly with Ann while he masturbated her son, unseen, under the table.

When she rose to go get dressed, Hank let his hand slide from the boy's underwear to stand and smile at her.

Hank listened to Ann climb the stairs, turning to kiss Tommy. His thick tongue slithered into the ten year old boy's mouth and he pushed the boy's shorts down in front to pull on his cock.

Tommy was soon panting and red-cheeked as the man toyed with him. Even though he had just cum a few minutes before, the feel of Mr. Miller's hand on his cock had him whining and sweating.

"Come here, Sport!" Hank invited. He guided Tommy from his chair and pulled him into his lap, pulling down his speedo to release his long, hard cock. The man dipped his fingers in the margarine on the table and shoved them into the boy's anus, forcing them around his underwear. Tommy winced and whined at the penetration, but it was short-lived.

Miller held Tommy to him, the boy's back against his chest. His hard cock slid against Tommy's warm back.

Miller waited until he heard the shower running, then lifted Tommy and pushed his cock around the bunched fabric under his ass, and into the child's slick, tight asshole. The ten year old groaned when the man's long thick cock invaded his rectum. His little cock wagged in front of him invitingly, until the man caught it in his fist and started pumping it slowly in his oiled fingers while he pumped his cock in and out of Tommy's ass.

It was a long, slow fuck. Tommy expected that Hank would either finish before his mother was ready for work, or stop when she came downstairs - probably to resume the sex after she left.

But the man was feeling daring today.

He pushed his chair forward, until Tommy's stomach was almost against the table. When Ann came downstairs and into the kitchen with her waitress uniform on Hank smiled, squeezing Tommy's leg to indicate that he should do the same.

"Oh, how cute!" Ann said, seeing her son sitting on her new lover's lap, "You two look so good together!"

"Yeah," Hank said, grinning, "It's like we're attached to each other!"

He and Ann chuckled, though she was unaware of how accurate his statement was at the moment.

"Well, take care of each other while I'm gone!" Ann said, bending to kiss them both.

Hank put his hand behind her head and held her still, gently, while he extended the kiss. Tommy's face was inches from theirs, and he saw Mr. Miller's tongue when Ann stood.

Flustered, Ann gave her son a peck on the cheek. Tommy could feel the saliva from her wet lips drying on his face as she turned and left the house through the back door. He skirt flipped around her thighs. Hank had convinced her that the dress had been too long before, that she should shorten it to show off her long, sexy legs.

Tommy thought the altered dress looked good, and Ann had admitted that her tips were bigger now.

"Alright," Hank said, rising while holding the boy's thin body clutched to his chest, "Let's get this show on the road!" He laid Tommy on the kitchen table on his belly and started fucking his ass hard, slamming the preteen boy's body against the linoleum top. Tommy's naked body squeaked against the slick plastic as it shifted back and forth with the force of the man's thrusts.

Hank gripped Tommy's thin hips and slammed his cock deep into his asshole, groaning as his balls emptied into the boy's rectum.

"Yeah!" he groaned, "Yeah, that's it! Take my load you hot little slut!"

Tommy felt the man's cock throbbing, spitting hot streams of cum into his ass. His cock was pinned between his belly and the table,, leaking on the shiny surface.

When he was finished cumming, Hank let his wilting cock slip from Tommy's tight asshole and sat on the chair behind him, facing Tommy's gaping anus.

Holding the boy's pale, round ass cheeks apart, Miller leaned forward and planted his lips around Tommy's anus, sucking the warm slime that he had just deposited there into his mouth.

Tommy squirmed against the table as the man's thick tongue teased his sphincter while he drew the semen from his ass.

Hank pulled Tommy to his feet and turned him around to kiss him, letting his semen leak from his lips into the boy's mouth,. Tommy swallowed, without being told.

While kissing him, Hank played with Tommy's penis, keeping it hard and leaking.

"Whatta ya say we take a break from whoring today and spend some quality time together?" Hank whispered against the boy's lips.

The idea of being alone with the perverted pedophile only looked good in comparison to selling his young body to strangers.

Tommy nodded, and Hank stood, smiling as he drew the boy after him toward the stairs.

"Come on, Son," Hank said, "I wanna fuck you in your own bed."