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Subject: {ASSM} Ad Ostra [mFm]
Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 04:10:05 -0400
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      Ad Ostra, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 2003.  All rights reserved, except that
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     Word Count: 2824

     My folks both had to go out of town on respective
business conferences, and rather than leave me in the
house by myself (even though I'm really old enough to
manage) they asked me to find someone to stay with.  I
thought of Jeb; while he and I aren't exactly best
friends, we've kind of knocked around together since
getting into high school.  We're both bookish types,
and we both like science fiction, so he seemed like a
reasonable guy to ask to bunk with for a week.  I
talked with him at school, and he checked with his
mother later and called to let me know it would be
cool.

     Mrs. Ostra, that's Jeb's mom, is nice.  She's
maybe in her mid-forties, a little older than my
mother, but still attractive in that way some mature
women have.  I don't know what happened to Mr. Ostra,
Jeb never talks about him and it didn't seem polite
for me to ask.  When my folks dropped me off, she came
out to meet them and discuss house rules.  She's
pretty strict with Jeb -- he has to be in bed by 9,
and he doesn't have free run of the internet the way I
do at home.  But she said it would be okay for me to
go by my parents' rules while I was staying at her
house.

     Jeb and his mom have a nice two-story house, with
bedrooms up on the second floor either side of a long
hallway.  I wound up in Jeb's sister's room since she
was off in college.  It was okay, other than being all
in pink, and had a nice bay window overlooking the
front yard.  There was a study across the hall with a
nice collection of biographies and fiction; that's
where they kept the computer for the kids to use. 
Jeb's room was right next to mine -- I mean his
sister's -- and a shared bathroom connected the two. 
Way down at the end of the hall was the master
bedroom.  His mom made it clear that her end of the
hall was off limits but that I had pretty much the run
of the house otherwise.

     Outside of not having my folks around, staying
with Jeb and his mom was a lot like being at home. 
Get up in the morning, have breakfast, brush teeth,
off to school after a big hug and pat from Jeb's mom. 
Come home, study, eat dinner, watch some TV if the
homework is done, and off to bed.  Jeb had to go to
bed about an hour before I did, and his mom pretty
much left me alone in the evening.  I used their
computer, checked in with my IM friends, and did the
normal teenage guy stuff.  The weekend was really fun
-- his mother took us both out to the baseball game. 
Jeb went out Saturday night on a date, but otherwise
we were together just like brothers.

     Monday morning Jeb didn't come down for
breakfast.  When I asked his mom about it, she told me
he was "indisposed" and wouldn't be attending school. 
She gave me a note to give to the attendance office,
then gave me the usual big morning hug and pat on the
bottom, and sent me on my way.  When I got to school
though, the staff was sending everybody back home -- a
construction crew had sliced open the water main so
the bathrooms were out of order.  I shrugged my
shoulders, turned around, and came back to the house. 
I came in through the back door and got a glass of
milk from the kitchen.

     While I was drinking, I heard what sounded like
raised voices coming from upstairs.  Curious, I set my
glass down and went through the living room to the
stairwell.  I couldn't make out the words, but it
sounded like Mrs. Ostra was really angry about
something.  I didn't mean to pry, but Jeb was like my
best friend, so I padded quietly up the stairs to the
landing.  At the top I peeked carefully around the
corner; the commotion was coming from the master
bedroom.  Slipping my shoes off, I tiptoed down the
carpeted hall.  When I got to Jeb's room, the door was
open and I noticed that his room was empty and the bed
looked freshly made.

     I went on more slowly now as I got close to the
end of the hall.  The door on the master bedroom was
open a crack, and I had to get right up to the opening
before I could make out the conversation.  Mrs. Ostra
was really ticked off at Jeb, and just because he had
a friend staying in the house didn't mean he was
allowed to skip his duties.  He was still part of a
family, and he was going to meet those
responsibilities.  I didn't know what he had forgotten
to do, but it must have been something really
important.

     That's when I first heard the slapping sound,
followed by a low-pitched moan.  I couldn't believe it
-- was Jeb's mom still spanking him at his age?  I had
to look.  When I edged the door open a hair more, I
still couldn't see anything directly but there was a
mirror over the vanity at the rear wall which gave me
a view of the room.

     Oh.  My.  Gawd...  Jeb's mother was standing in
the middle of the room, stark naked, all long strong
legs, long auburn hair down to the middle of her back,
and a fine full ass (especially for a woman her age). 
When she turned around I saw her breasts.  For-real
woman's breasts all right, wide and big with dark
nipples and all swinging heavily as she swung her hand
around and down.  I heard the slapping sound again,
but I couldn't see Jeb from my position.  She was
alternating heavy-sounding spanks with biting comments
that were still not completely clear -- something
about his being the man of the house since his dad
left, and something else about a girl and protecting
the family's property.

     Right then the phone rang, and I almost jumped
out of my skin.  Mrs. Ostra turned aside to answer it,
and I finally had a glimpse of Jeb.  At least, it had
to be Jeb, although all I could see was two legs
dangling down off the foot of the bed, and a rock-hard
cock sticking up quivering over a pair of baby-smooth
balls.  Big ones, too.  I'd seen Jeb in the school
showers at PE class, but I'd never really noticed just
how big his equipment was.  I stood there with my
mouth hanging open until his mother's conversation
finally penetrated into my brain.  "Water main?  And
you're just now telling me? No, no, I'm sure he'll be
getting back home any time now."

     Oh shit!  I was in for it now... I turned and
half-tiptoed half-scampered down the hall, swinging
around the corner at the landing and almost falling
down the stairs in my rush to get back to the kitchen.
 I must have set the world's record for fixing a
sandwich so it would look like I'd been innocently
downstairs all this time, ripping it in half and
burying one half in the trash.  I was busily chewing
on the rest of the sandwich when she showed up a few
minutes later.  She was wearing a suspicious look and
a light weight dressing gown that did nothing to hide
the curves of her breasts.  I gave her my best
innocent face, trying to keep my eyes above her
shoulders.  "Hi, Mrs. O, there was a problem at school
and they sent us all home.  I guess Jeb won't miss any
classes after all."  I indicated my sandwich and
continued, "I was hungry so I fixed myself a snack. 
I'm sorry, I guess I should have called up to let you
know I was back.  How's Jeb doing, by the way?"

     She just stood in the doorway and regarded me,
kind of like you'd look at something peculiar on your
dinner plate.  I couldn't help thinking about what I'd
seen upstairs; I was getting an erection for sure, but
at least the table hid it.  Finally, she spoke.  "You
know, Jimmy, you look a little flushed.  Are you sure
you're all right?  I wouldn't want two boys getting
sick on me at the same time."  She crossed the kitchen
to where I was sitting, and stood behind me to feel my
forehead with her cool palms.  She was leaning against
me, and I could feel the pillowy weight of her breasts
cradling the back of my head.  "You're sweating,
sweetheart!"  I mumbled something about having jogged
back from school, but she wasn't buying it.  She went
to the pantry and came back with two blue pills in her
hand.  "Take these," she said in a tone that brooked
no argument.  They were bitter, but the milk washed
away most of the taste.  "Finish your snack and get up
to bed, young man.  You don't want to miss any more
school, and I don't want to have to call your parents
to look after you!"

     She left me alone then, and I managed to finish
the sandwich.  Thankfully I made it up to my room
without running into her.  I did notice that the door
to the master bedroom appeared solidly closed now, and
Jeb's room was still empty.  I ran into the bathroom
to relieve my erection, and after flushing and washing
my hands grabbed a math book and flopped down on the
bed, trying to figure out what it all meant. 
Obviously there was something going on in Jeb's house
that he'd never mentioned to me.

     The math was enough to put me back to sleep with
one hand still in my pants pocket, and I woke up a bit
later only half alert, hearing Mrs' Ostra calling me. 
I poked my head out of the bedroom door, and she was
standing in the open doorway of the master bedroom,
still wearing that clingy nightgown and beckoning me
with her index finger.  "Jimmy, would you mind
terribly coming down here?  Jeb and I have something
to discuss with you."

     The house seemed awfully quiet as I nervously
left my bedroom and walked down the hall.  I glanced
down as I passed the landing and noticed my shoes, so
there was no doubt that Mrs. Ostra knew I'd been
spying on them.  My heart sank -- there weren't words
in my vocabulary for how deep the shit was that I must
be in.  She stood blocking the doorway until I was
right in front of her, then put out one hand against
my chest and stopped me in my tracks.  I looked up
into her piercing green eyes.

     "Now, Jimmy, I know you've been brought up better
than this.  And Jeb assures me you're a good friend
and an honest boy."  Her voice sharpened.  "At least
until now.  So you and I and Jeb are going to come in
and have a heart-to-heart talk, just like mature
adults do, and we're going to settle some things
before you leave this house."

     At that point I think I would rather have had her
call my folks and send me home; I suddenly didn't want
to go into that room.  But I didn't have a lot of
choice, and after all I'd gotten myself into this in
the first place.  So when she backed up a step and
waved me in, I gulped and walked through the door.

     I stood there in her bedroom, taking everything
in, as I heard the snick of the door lock behind me. 
Jeb wasn't on the bed any more; he was standing
against the wall stark naked with his legs spread and
his head turned down toward the floor.  I couldn't
help but check him out -- his cock was dangling
softly, even so it was bigger than mine.  Kind of a
dark reddish color too, which I didn't remember ever
noticing in the gym showers.  Mrs. Ostra slid her
hands over my shoulders and I felt her breasts against
the back of my head again, only I started when I
realized I was feeling skin not fabric.  She moved her
arms down my chest and held me in place against her
while she began to unbutton my shirt.  "Please don't
move, Jimmy," she said, "this will take some time to
explain and I don't think you're in a position to
argue the point."

     Her fingers deftly unfastened and opened my
shirt, pulling it out of my waistband and leaving it
open as her hands explored my bare chest.  I was
listening to her words, but my eyes were focused on
Jeb.  He had lifted his head and his eyes seemed to be
following his mother's hands on me.  "I know that Jeb
hasn't told you much about his father.  The bastard
left us when he was only seven, and since then Jeb and
I have had to be very close to keep this family
together.  There's nothing that I wouldn't do for my
son, and there's nothing that he won't do for me."

     One of her hands was splayed across my stomach,
and the other was doing strange things with my male
nipples.  I was getting an erection in my pants, and I
couldn't place the look in Jeb's eyes but it worried
me.  The whole scene was strange, for that matter, but
I couldn't bring myself to do anything about it.

     His mother went on, as the hand on my stomach
slid down toward the front button of my pants.  "Now
Jeb's been behaving like a lot of teenagers, and
neglecting some of his duties around the house lately
-- duties of a personal nature.  He knows what his
usual punishment for that sort of thing is," and Jeb
swallowed visibly while his cock suddenly jumped, "but
with you in the picture I've come up with an idea that
might work better for Jeb... and perhaps for all of
us."

     My breath caught in my throat as Mrs. Ostra slid
down to her knees behind me, dragging her body against
mine as she went, and her hands opened and pulled down
my pants leaving me in white cotton briefs with my
erection tenting out the front.  She continued as if
nothing out of the ordinary was happening, even as her
hands wound their way sinuously up the sides, fronts
and insides of my legs making shivery feelings race
through my body focused in my groin.

     "Since Jeb doesn't seem to be willing to handle
all of the responsibilities around here, I've
suggested that he find someone else to cover for him. 
He seemed to think you'd be willing to offer your
services."

     Her fingertips toyed along my inner thighs where
the legbands of my briefs ended.  I couldn't open my
mouth to say anything in response, half wishing she'd
pull down my briefs and wrap her soft woman's hands
around my virgin cock, half wishing I could run and
hide somewhere and never come back.  Jeb moved then,
walking bow-legged out from the wall toward the two of
us, his cock rising more with each step.  Behind me
his mother rose and whispered in my ear, "Just say the
word, Jimmy, and you can have a second family whenever
you want, just so long as you take care of what we
need."

     I stood there with my pants around my ankles as
my friend Jeb walked up to me and slid his hand down
the front of my briefs.  His hand was slippery with
something, and he curled his fingers around my
erection, fisting it slowly until I had to close my
eyes from the sensation.  "Say yes, Jimmy," he said
softly.  "Please say yes."

     Somewhere in the back of my mind there was a
voice screaming to get out before it was too late, but
it was masked by the sensuous haze of the new
sensations enveloping me.  I felt my briefs being
lowered and soft hands cupping my bottom, moving into
that most private area of my person.  When I opened my
eyes, Jeb was looking directly into them and I
couldn't look away.  His hand worked with intimate
knowledge over my desperately aroused cock while his
mother stroked and explored me from behind, and I felt
the whole world swirling dizzily around me as my legs
went all stiff and my balls clenched, so different
from when I did myself, and so intense that I couldn't
bring myself to ask just what I'd be expected to do,
just give myself to the two bodies sandwiching me as
my cock spurted into my friend's slick hand and his
mother's arms kept me from falling and my lips uttered
the single syllable, "yessss..."

     *****

///// Completed 08-20-2003 by Rajah Dodger
rdodger@hotmail.com

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