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"A Mother's Love"  (complete rewrite)
  by A. G. Thomas       (mF incest oral anal mmmmmmFf bondage)
 

Mom died last year and I miss her, I miss her a lot for she was the
only woman who I loved more then life itself. My wife of twenty some
years misses her also and tells me so by gently hugging me and
whispering softly into my ear of all the loving moments we three
shared when ever she sees me stare into the distance with a smile
tugging at the corners of my lips. Then enfolding me into her arms
she tenderly, passionately kisses me and because she is so much like
mom in so many ways for a fleeting moment it is my mother's lips I
feel and her face that I see...

After the French lost at Dien Bien Phu my dad was one of the ones
that served as an advisor in Viet Nam from 1958 till 1963. For five
straight years my dad lived in the jungles training and fighting
along side the people trying to keep the communist from taking over
South Viet Nam. Mom later told me I was conceived the night before
he left, a night of tenderness and passionate love making, a night
when neither of them knew if he would ever come home and one that
lived in her memory till she died.

His letters were few and far between and when Mom did get letters
from him they were usually short and contained little more then the
hardships he endured along with the names of friends of his that had
either been killed or were missing in action. When he finally did
come home in 1963 his family, mom and me, were like strangers to
him, and though he treated us kindly it was still stressful and I
would cry a lot. It was at those times that mom would tell me that
even though my dad loved me he found it hard to show affection to a
son he had never known and a wife who he had not seen in years. It
was also about that time that mom started drinking and I didn't find
out until later that it was because of dad's inability to show
affection to the people that loved him the most. I guess he'd just
seen to many people that he'd lived and fought alongside of killed,
and he was afraid that if he showed any love and affection to mom
and me something horrible would happen to us.

Life can be funny that way because in trying to protect us dad was
making things harder without realizing it, but even through all the
inner turmoil he was going through dad never lashed out at mom or
me. Still though the mental anguish mom endured must have been
tremendous to make her turn to the bottle. And then one day in 1965
hardly a year after he'd stepped back into our lives he never
returned from Fort Dix, and it wasn't until 3 days later when mom
was talking to the wife of the supply sergeant that we learned that
dad along with several other veterans had shipped out to Nam again.
Mom became even more depressed and it wasn't until after several
visits to the base Doctor that she was able to cope.

Our lives pretty much slipped back to the way they were before dad
appeared for a short time but then one day in 1969 when I got home
from school mom was sitting on the kitchen floor crying. Broken
dishes as well as pots and pans were laying all over the floor and I
was scared because I thought she had hurt herself but then she
grabbed me hugging me so hard that I really did become frightened.
In between sobs mom told me that my dad was missing in action and
though I really didn't understand what that meant I cried like a
baby. Through all her troubles mom took care of me, protecting and
sheltering me from the cruel things that were said about my dad and
the other men serving in Viet Nam, but 1970 was an especially bad
year for mom because that's when we learned that dad had been listed
as killed in action. There was one bright spot at least for me
though, because even when I got into trouble at school for fighting
boy's that said my dad deserved to be killed mom told me she was
proud of me, and as she pulled my young eleven year old body to her
lap and rocked me as if I were a baby I swore to her that I would be
her man and that I would never leave her like my dad had done, and
here begins the story.

Mom made our home happy again and over the next few years she hugged
and kissed me a lot telling me that she loved her little man and my
heart would swell with pride and love for her as I threw my little
arms around her and kissed her back. About the time I started
noticing girls in 1973 my friends and I would talk about some really
pretty girl that we knew or had seen, saying how big her titties
were and how well her body was shaped and even though none of us had
even kissed a girl let alone slept with one there was a lot of
bravado about how we would like to fuck her. And then one day one of
the guys snuck a couple of his dads girlie magazines out and we
spent the afternoon looking at naked women. I couldn't help but
compare them to my Mom as I looked at the pictures, to me none of
them looked anywhere near as pretty or had a figure like hers.

You see, mom worked out at least three times a week and though she
was 32 years old, her slim girlish figure and beautiful face made
the women in the magazine look ugly by comparison. Until that moment
I had never really compared her to anyone else, she was mom, always
there, always caring and to my eyes the most beautiful and loving
mother in the world, but at that moment as her pretty face danced in
my minds eye I began comparing her to other mothers as well as to
the women in the magazine. As the vision of her lightly freckled
smiling face surrounded by her long reddish blond hair and her trim
figure danced before me I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there
wasn't another woman on the face of the earth that could hold a
candle to her and that if I lived to be a hundred I would never met
another like her. Moms tits were what us boys called a mouth full,
but to me they were more appealing then the big hooters the women in
the magazine had, and when combined with her narrow waist which
flared out to hips and buttocks that I unquestionably knew to be
perfectly proportioned there was just no reason to wish differently.
And as I pictured Mom's curvaceous figure, I felt my dick get so
hard that my balls hurt, perhaps the best way to describe her would
be to say she rivaled the Vargas girls.

I began sneaking peeks at mom when ever I could, not only trying to
see up her miniskirts without her noticing but also watching her
through cracks in doors as she either showered or dressed. Sometimes
I would even force myself to stay awake and then sneak into her
room, where through the dim light coming from the window I would
stand beside her bed and just gaze at her for what seemed like
hours. The mornings following these late night excursions were
always trying on me because of lack of sleep but now that I think
back on those days mom was always fresh and vibrant and fussed over
me a little more then usual before sending me off to school. When I
returned home, looking even more haggard mom was always there to
greet me, for you see mom never worked, never had to, because dad
had left her a great deal of money through insurance and investments
and though we were not what people called rich we never hurt for
anything, so like I said Mom was always at home. On those especially
trying days when she welcomed me home it was always with a warm
smile and a longer then usual hug and kiss as well as a snack while
telling me her little man needed to keep up his strength. I didn't
understand what she meant at the time but I gloried in the extra
attention I received.

I had always hugged and kissed Mom before and after school but more
and more often I was holding my lips against hers longer then what
most people consider proper for a boy and his mother and at the same
time I would rub my young body against hers as I told her I loved
her. I was walking around with a hard on almost all the time and a
couple of times as I held her close and kissed her mom would pull
back, gently holding me at arms length while looking at me kind of
funny and it was at times like that, that I was afraid she suspected
me of having carnal thoughts, but never the less the very next time
I kissed her I would do the same thing without even thinking about
it for my actions in response to the closeness of her body were like
second nature to a horny love sick 15 year old. A couple of months
after I had started all this I asked her why she had never gone out
with anybody in all the time my dad had been away and a small tear
slid down her cheek as she told me that she still loved my dad, and
then tussling my hair playfully she said there was no reason to ever
go out because she already had a man at home that loved her and who
she deeply loved. That was it, I was utterly and hopelessly in love
more so then ever before and not even God himself could have stopped
what happened that Saturday morning.

When mom came into my room to wake me as usual that Saturday morning
I pretended to be asleep though in truth my eyes were mere slits and
I could see her every movement. As she leaned over me lightly
shaking my shoulder and saying get up sleepy head the fresh washed
scent of her body as well as her perfume was intoxicating. It took
all the will power I had to stop myself from reaching out and grab
her as she reached for and then pulled my covers off. Her gasp as
she uncovered my naked body and viewed my 5 inch prick pointing
straight at the ceiling was like music to my ears. My young mind
flashed with a madrid of thoughts trying to decipher the meaning of
her gasp. Was it shock or surprise that her little man had a hard
on, or was it excitement and arousal at the sight of a mans organ
for the first time in years. I honestly expected her to throw the
covers back over me and rush from my room but instead and to my
delight she stood there looking at my boner. I won't pretend to know
what mom was thinking that first time as she stared at my dick but I
knew what I was thinking and while still pretending to be asleep I
stretched lazily while at the same time putting my hand around my
dick murmuring under my breath that I'd like to fuck her.

Mom bent down to hear what I was mumbling and as her hair brushed my
face I whispered that I loved her and then I threw my arms around
her neck pulling her atop me kissing her deeply, even pushing my
tongue into her mouth like I had heard older boys say that girls
liked. At first she didn't do anything, just lay there atop me limp
but then she tried to untangle my arms and rise from the bed. My
hand touched her breast and without thinking or really knowing why I
tenderly squeezed her breast and then took her nipple between my
thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. Pulling away from
me she just sat on the edge of my bed with her back to me, her
shoulders shaking slightly, and as I tried to hug her she brushed my
hands away sobbing don't. As I lay there naked with her sitting
fully clothed on my bed I told her I was sorry but that I loved her
so much it hurt and then I rolled over and began crying myself. I
felt her move and then her hand brushed my face gently and I stopped
crying as I heard her whisper she loved me too.

As I turned back to her I saw that when she had shifted about she
had without thinking raised her right leg to the bed bending it at
the knee which naturally spread her legs far apart there by giving
me an unhampered view of her panties, and my cock felt like it grew
another inch and got twice as hard. I don't think mom was even aware
that her skirt was almost around her waist exposing her panties to
my young eager eyes as her hand lightly glided over my face brushing
away my tears, but I was, and then softly repeating she loved her
little man she bent forward pressing her lips to mine pushing her
tongue into my mouth. My heart was beating so fast and loud that I
thought it would burst from my chest as our tongues entwined and
then her fingers raked softly over my chest and belly before closing
around my throbbing dick. As our lips mashed against each other and
her fingers tightened and then slowly began to stroke my dick I
moaned softly into moms mouth feeling for all the world as if I had
died and gone to heaven and if possible my young heart was filled
with even more love for her. Finely she broke the kiss but she still
continued to stroke my dick and then her beautiful sweet lips were
tickling my ear and she was whispering that it had been so long and
for her little man to go slow. Now telling a young 15 year old sex
crazed boy in love to go slow or to be gentle is like asking water
to flow up hill, but I tried, God knows I tried. Pulling her on top
of me I began fondling her breast and then I pulled her face to mine
and as I kissed her deeply I breathed into her mouth that I loved
her over and over. Her fingernails raked over my heaving chest,
scraping my nipples sending electric shocks up my body and then she
pulled away from me and stood for a minute looking down at me with a
funny look on her beautiful face. Then with an almost imperceptible
shrug of her shoulders she began removing her clothes and as I
watched her undress my small heart beat like a bass drum in my
chest. When she slid her panties down her long legs and then laid
down beside me I just knew I had died and that I was indeed in
heaven. As I crawled atop her she looked deep into my eyes and again
whispered for me to go slow as she reached between us and guided my
dick to her pussy whispering repeatedly that she loved her little
man.

I'm not going to lie and tell you that it was the greatest sex ever
etc; etc; because as my lips met hers and my tongue slipped into her
mouth in conjunction with my dick entering the moist tight tunnel of
moms pussy I exploded so hard that to me it felt like I was pissing.
For a horrible heart rending moment I thought I had, I mean my cum
just came out in a solid stream and it seemed as if it would never
end. As she held my small quivering body tight I started crying
telling her I was sorry but she just whispered that it was all right
and that the next time would be better. As always mom was right,
because after resting for about a half an hour with her arms around
me kissing my lips, neck and ears my cock got hard again and this
time as I entered her we worked together almost in slow motion. To
me it was pure heaven as I listened to her soft voice and her
gasping breath and somehow I knew to let mom control everything, and
this time it was the best sex ever, though to be honest in the
months and years that followed, sex with mom was always great but
still the first time is always the best. From that day on Mom and I
slept together and when we made love it was gentle and tender
because it was love, not just sex. Now being 15 years old and horny
as I don't know what meant that mom and I were making love two
sometimes three times a day and she would tease me about wearing her
out but she never refused her little man for she dearly loved me.
Maybe two, three months into our affair she showed me a catalog from
some women's specialty shop asking me if I thought any of the
outfits would look good on her or would they make her look like a
cheap hussy. Instead of answering I just grinned like an idiot as my
eyes flashed over page after page, envisioning as I did so her
dressed in much the same manner as the models. Then with childish
enthusiasm my fingers stabbed at maybe two dozen models wearing
scanty lingerie and sexy dresses as mom's tinkling laughter tickled
my ears. Later, after again making love as she lay curled in my arms
her hand slowly squeezing, stroking my soft cock while nibbling on
my ear and whispering she loved me I again looked at the catalog
realizing as I did so that the lingerie I liked the most were the
bralette sets with the hipster boy briefs instead of the thong style
that most boys my age liked. To my mind it made a woman sexier, more
alluring and enticing then a mere strip of cloth between her legs
which left little or nothing to the imagination. Taking a pencil I
circled several I liked along with a few thigh high stockings I
thought might look good with them and then just before throwing the
magazine aside and again climbing atop mom because like always she
had again aroused me with her caresses and soft warm mouth I circled
several lace trim chemise I liked.

It was maybe a week later that mom surprised me by wearing one of
the chemise that I had chosen and had since forgotten about, and
though I was tired from a hectic day at school I couldn't keep my
hands off her and when she finely let me undress her my young heart
almost stopped beating because beneath the sheer chemise I had just
removed she was wearing hipster boy briefs with matching bra along
with back seam scallop lace-top thigh high stockings. From then on
to my immense pleasure that's how mom dressed, even when we were out
together in public, though when that happened she was careful to
chose an outfit that though still highly arousing wasn't as sheer as
some of the outfits she wore when we were alone together. After
supper while I did my home work mom would most often slip into a
sheer fly-away gown discarding the g string that most often
accompanied it in favor of pair of her skimpiest hipster boy leg
style panties. Then sitting next to me she would nibble on my ear
whispering softly she needed her little man while at the same time
lightly scraping her long painted finger nails along my thigh and
over my crotch. I honestly don't know how I ever managed to pass but
I did. I found her style of dress as well as her actions so
provocative that I literally trembled each night as I slowly inch by
inch wormed her skimpy panties from her hips and down her long
graceful legs. The only thing that stayed constant no matter what
she wore were her thigh high back seam stockings and I'm sure the
reason for that was because she knew I thought she looked extremely
sexy wearing them as well as how much I loved the feel of them
against my skin when she wrapped her long slender legs about me. It
was about then that Mom taught my how to make love to a woman using
my tongue, telling me that women liked their lovers who could
pleasure them as much with his tongue as with his cock. Always eager
to please her I was never the less somewhat reluctant for the
thought of sticking my tongue where my dick went was alien to me.
But from the first moment my lips touched her inner thighs and then
slowly worked up between her legs to the treasure she possessed, her
quivering body and excited moans let me know that this act was
indeed one that she received great enjoyment and pleasure from. The
heady scent emitting from her almost made me swoon, not in repulsion
but in arousal, and a mad desire to please and pleasure her like
never before overcame me. As my tongue tentatively touched and then
licked up over her quivering pussy lips I silently vowed to give her
as much pleasure if not more then she gave me whenever she took my
dick into her mouth sucking me to ejaculation.

My ears filled with the sound of a million buzzing of bees so even
if she had been telling me what to do I wouldn't have heard her. My
tongue licked and poked at her quivering pussy as my hands slide
beneath her slowly squirming buttocks. As my hands caressed then
tenderly squeezed and massaged her ass cheeks I began raising her
slightly while at the same time drawing my knees beneath me. With me
now kneeling between her widely splayed legs and her slowly jerking
loins almost two feet in the air supported only by my hands my nose
and tongue pressed against and into her. Moisture tickled my tongue
and as if seeking its source without my willing it my tongue wormed
into her opened pussy as if it were my dick. I felt her fingers
twist into my hair pulling, yanking but I felt no pain. Her jiggling
hips danced and ground into my face faster as if wanting me, willing
me, to bury my whole head inside her. But instead and as if it had
grown a brain of its own my tongue poked upward finding then
stabbing at a hard nub that seemed to be vibrating like a tuning
fork. Faster my tongue worked as my lips pressed tight to her pussy
sucking drawing the little vibrating nub against my teeth.
Scrapping, lashing, sucking, then just as my mouth was overwhelmed
by a pleasant tasting fluid her scream burst against my ears and in
panic I dropped her madly squirming body. Her fingers which were
still tightly gripping my hair pulled my face downward and tighter
to her madly gyrating loins while thoughts that I'd hurt her raced
through my brain. Her scream faded then turned to garbled moans of
pleasure as her spasmodic jerking body settled to a steady
shuddering tremor. Her fingers relaxed then slipped around my head
pulling me and without resistance I let her pull me up over her
graceful body until I was looking down into her misting eyes. Before
I could tell her I was sorry, tell her that I hadn't meant to hurt
her she brought her lips to mine kissing me deeply while moaning
into my mouth she loved me. From that moment I knew that I had given
her pleasure not hurt and though I still desired and enjoyed the
feel of her warm mouth and beautiful lips around my dick it was
secondary to my desire to pleasure her. From then on whenever I'd
slide her skimpy hipster boy leg panties from her curvaceous hips I
would kiss and impishly nibble my way back up her long graceful legs
until my face was once again against her pussy. Then accompanied by
her whimpering joy of pleasure and with her body quivering like
Jell-O I would tongue and lick her till reaching the pinnacle of
arousal her juices flowed like sweet nectar into my mouth.

By the time I hit 17 my friends started bragging about fucking this
girl or that girl, but I kept quite and just listened even though I
wanted to shout out my love for Mom. Donald though always had to go
everybody one better and he began bragging about fucking his older
sister. For several weeks Donald took a lot of ribbing about fucking
his sister, you know, things like him being full of shit and stuff
like that especially when he told us that his sister was so cock
hungry she'd fuck all six of us if he told her to. After listening
to his drivel and getting sick of his bragging we finely decided to
go over to Donald's house the next day so as to prove him wrong and
to finally shut him up. Instead were surprised when in answer to his
yell for Barb to get her skanky ass into the living room and
entertain his guest his sister sheepishly walked into the room. Now
his sister Barbara was almost a year older then me and quite pretty
compared to a lot of other girls I knew and I'll have to admit that
I'd had a crush on her before mom and me became involved. In fact I
still felt something toward her but I hadn't tried so hard to get in
her pants over the last year like I had before. In the past whenever
I'd gone to Donald's house I was always trying to get close to her
and whenever we thought no one was around she'd let me kiss her as
well as feel her tits. Barb's tits weren't big, they were about the
size of small oranges (just slightly smaller then moms) but like
mom's they were firm and her figure was pretty good too and she
really looked hot in her little micro mini's. As we all plopped down
either on the furniture or on the floor Donald patted his lap and
without a word she walked to him and sat down and in less time then
it takes to tell she was kissing him. Breaking the kiss he whispered
something into her ear and when he did her eyes darted over us and
for a second she looked like a deer caught in the spotlight of a
poacher, but I dismissed it even when she looked at me directly.
Causally he began fondling her cute little breast as he whispered to
her then he stuck his tongue into her ear and even nibbled on her
ear lobe for a moment. Again he kissed her, and when he did she
moaned softly and squirmed in his lap like her perky little butt was
on fire, and though I don't know about the rest of the guys it
looked to me like she was getting all hot and bothered. I guess we
were all dumbfounded, I know I was because as they sat swapping spit
we just sat there open mouthed without saying a word, but I remember
thinking to myself that it should be me with my tongue down her
throat. One of his hands slipped beneath her short skirt and as it
did her legs parted allowing him freedom of movement and we could
all see that she wasn't wearing any panties. Breaking the kiss but
still continuing to finger her he laughingly asked if we thought his
sister was hot. But before we could utter a reply he looked into her
eyes asking if she was eager to start entertaining and even as she
nodded he pulled her face to his hissing you better not embarrass me
slut. If I hadn't of been sitting so close I wouldn't have heard
what he'd said but as I looked at him quizzically he just snickered
then turned toward the others.

"How 'bout it guys, any of you want to fuck this skanky whore cause
if your game I'm sure sis here would be more 'en happy to oblige.
----- Wouldn't you cunt? -- Yea I thought so ----- Well --- what do
you say guys, do you want to dip your wicks or not, she's horny as
hell, and it ain't every day you run across a bitch that's so cock
hungry she'd take on all seven of you sorry asses without blinking
an eye." Pushing her from his lap he told her she knew what to do
and a minute later accompanied by some raunchy music along with
excited shouts from quite a few of the guys she slowly did a little
dance while removing her clothes. As her skirt slid from her hips
she stepped in front of us asking if we would please fuck her. Now
if you want to see something funny, you should see a bunch of horny,
eager 15 to 17 year olds trying to shed their clothes so as to get
to a pretty girl who had just asked to be fucked. In spite of all
the bragging everyone did I was pretty sure that other then Donald
and me none of the guys had ever fucked a girl before and I was
right because even though they were all eager to fuck Barbara none
of them wanted to have at her while the others watched. Not that I
blamed them cause the way we always joked on each other they were
probably afraid they'd be made fun of. I wasn't crazy about the idea
either but that sick fucker Donald said unless we fucked his sister
where everyone could watch we could just forget it and beat our
meat. I knew then that the reason wasn't to poke fun at the guys,
even though he would, it was to humiliate his sister and I guess me
too in a way because he knew we liked each other. As we stood there,
most of the guys fidgeting, wanting to fuck Barb but yet afraid, she
reached out taking my hand, then with head bowed and with Donald's
remark of "Ahhhh, -- ain't that sweet --- the fucking slut picked
her boyfriend to pound her horny little pussy first" echoing in the
silent room we walked to the couch. I wasn't sure what he meant by
it and I really didn't give it much thought at the time, but later
when I found out, let's just say that Donald paid a heavy price. But
a lot happened before then that if I'd of been thinking with my
brain instead of my dick it could have been prevented. As each of
the others in turn took their place between her legs Donald kept
mouthing off, most of it directed at Barb telling her shit like fuck
that dick whore, fuck it good, show the guys how much you get off on
cock, that's it, that's what I want to see, oh yea --- move that ass
you cock hungry slut, whooehhhhh, look at the bitch go fellows, she
sure likes having that snatch pounded don't she, that's it sis,
that's what your brother wants to see, fuck that cock slut, fuck it.
But all his attention wasn't on his sister, because when three of
the guys shot their wads just as their dick's touched her cunt he
smacked their asses calling them whooshes laughing uproariously.

As the weeks went by a couple of things happened. Unlike the first
time when we'd gang fucked Donald's sister and all the guys had been
shy about doing her in front of the others they now went at her like
their asses were on fire while Barb's response to their eagerly
thrusting cock's instead of being wooden and directed almost every
step of the way by her brother, were now more natural. In fact by
the third visit she was the one telling us to fuck her. She'd taunt
the guys, telling them she could hardly feel their little boy
peckers while at the same time urging them to fuck her harder,
faster, pleading with them to shove their cock's into her mouth and
pussy and fill her with cum. Some of the guys got pissed about her
references as to the size of their cock's and got a little rough and
when I started to intervene her brother grabbed me saying it was
none of my business how they treated the fucking slut, besides the
bitch liked it rough. Then as if to prove his point he leaned over
her trembling body asking her if it wasn't so and when she'd moaned
"Yes Donald" that was like a green light for the guys to do whatever
they wanted to her from then on. It wasn't long after that before
the guys were seeing just how much pain and humiliation they could
inflict on her before Donald said something, but he never did. At
first what the guys did to Barbara sickened me, their sadistic
behavior egged on by a smiling Donald while he filmed whatever new
abuse they could heap on her seemed to know no bounds. Twice a month
Donald would gather the guys together for a visit to his house so
they could, as he put it, fuck his whore of a sister silly, and even
though everyone had vowed to keep their mouths shut I was seeing new
faces amongst the guys after the fifth semi monthly visit to
Donald's house. The verbal abuse heaped on her was second nature and
only a back drop as the ever growing number of guys shoved their
cock's into her. The use of her ass hole and even the double and
triple penetrations of his sisters body was encouraged by a grinning
Donald. That sick fucker ate it up, smiling the whole time while
taking pictures of every sexual act she was made to perform. Ranting
as he did so that if she didn't fuck faster or suck that dick better
and swallow every bit of spunk he was going to post the pictures on
the schools bulletin board so everyone would know what a trashy slut
she was. After each visit as Barb lay silent and unmoving with cum
leaking from every orifice, he'd pat and rub her head like she was a
dog telling her what a good little slut she'd been reiterating what
he'd especially liked about her performance that week while at the
same time telling her if she didn't do better next time she'd regret
it.

I had never imagined that the girl I'd had a crush on and once
thought of asking to be my girlfriend would let the guys use her as
they were, but she did. I wanted to stay away, to pretend that the
girl I'd liked a great deal wasn't doing the things she was doing
but I couldn't stay away nor could I not pretend she wasn't fucking
all my friends. I'm ashamed to admit it but once maybe twice as I
watched her undulate beneath the now better then a dozen guys like a
nymphomaniac I got caught up in abusing her myself. I don't know if
it was because of the sexual frenzy of the moment or whether I was
trying to punish her and in a way punish myself for somehow, someway
betraying her to the extent that she would willingly let her body be
used as it was. I was beginning to think I was as sick as that
fucker Donald. It came to a head when mom found the picture of me
fucking Barbara, a picture that I should have destroyed but for some
reason that I can't explain I kept. I don't know what came over me
but when mom screamed at me and pushed the picture in my face
wanting to know who the little slut was I blurted out she was just
jealous because she didn't have me all to herself. Then I did
something even more stupid, I screamed at her that maybe if all my
friends fucked her like they fucked Barbara I wouldn't have to
listen to her jealous whimpering. Mom reeled back as if I had struck
her and I was so stupid at that moment in time that the hurt in
mom's eyes didn't register, but when for the first time in my life
mom slapped me and then called me a dirty little boy instead of her
little man my world started to crumble about me. As I reached for
her stuttering I was sorry she backed away, then my world completely
imploded as with tears streaming down her cheeks she turned her back
to me and ran from the room. For three days she stayed in her room
with me talking to a closed and locked door repeatedly saying I was
sorry and begging forgiveness. It was like a sword had been plunged
into my heart as I listened to her sobbing and I wished with all my
heart that my stupidly spoken words had never been uttered. When she
finely come out I was overjoyed but when I went to hug her she
twisted away murmuring for me not to touch her. Our home once filled
with gaiety and laughter became like a tomb. She hardly spoke, but
when she did it was only to ask if I was hungry or did I have clean
clothes to wear. She no longer called me her little man or kissed me
and I felt like a lost soul doomed to wonder the earth invisible to
all.

I began staying away from my friends but most especially Barbara, I
just couldn't deal with being around her because in my hurt and pain
I blamed her for my troubles. I was totally confused, on the one
hand I had been shut out of the life of the woman I loved most in
the world and on the other the girl I'd once thought of asking to be
my girlfriend was the gangs slut. One was untouchable the other was
fucking my friends. I'll have to admit though that my first reaction
when mom shut me out was to turn to Barbara, but I hadn't, instead,
like I said I ignored her. I even slammed the door in her face one
day when she came to the house crying, pleading with me to help her,
because I selfishly thought that what ever her problem was it
couldn't possible be as bad as mine. Then one Wednesday almost three
months after Mom had found the picture she came into my room and
after shutting off the blaring stereo said we had to talk. I burst
into tears repeatedly sobbing it was her that I loved and that
Barbara meant nothing to me, that I had only fucked her because of
my friends. As mom held me in her arms slowly rocking back and forth
I poured my heart out, telling her everything, from my initial crush
on Barbara along with still feeling something for her despite the
fact she was fucking her brother and all my friends. To my relief
mom kissed me tenderly and then ever more passionately. As she held
me in her arms she whispered that she loved and forgave her little
man. Then smiling at me she kidded me about being in love.

When I admitted I was deeply, madly forever in love she laughingly
replied not me silly, Barbara, then she again kissed me and when she
did the confusion that had surged through me concerning her remark
about Barbara vanished and I forgot about everyone in the world,
thinking selfishly that I would be satisfied and live in eternal
bliss if I had no other woman then my mom for the rest of my life.
But even as those thoughts echoed through my mind Barbara's face
flashed before me and her lips moved as if saying she loved me. For
long moments mom and I kissed and hugged each other, then without
realizing when or how it happened we were naked and laying together.
For what seemed like hours our bodies melted together as mom
repeatedly whispered she loved me and never wanted to lose me, while
I with gasping breath vowed I would always love her and never leave
her. Later as we lay in each others arms she told me it wasn't right
to shut my friends out just because we'd had a lovers quarrel. And
then she surprised me even more telling me that maybe I should try
to see Barbara when her brother wasn't around, in fact I should
bring her to the house because she wanted to met her. When I
protested she put her finger to my lips telling me to shush, that
mother always knew what was best. Totally confused about what she'd
said concerning Barbara I just lay there stunned as mom whispered
that she had a feeling that Barbara needed my help and then she made
me promise to somehow get her away from her brother and bring her to
our house. Mom had never really asked anything of me before but now
as I looked into her twinkling violet eyes I knew that somehow,
someway I would do what she asked of me. As luck would have it the
next day was the day everyone usually gathered at Donald's house,
not to see him but to fuck Barbara. When I showed up everybody
greeted me as if I had never been absent and though Barb looked
upset with me, probably for slamming the door in her face she let me
go first saying she had missed me. I honestly think I pissed Donald
as well as several others off that day because I made love to Barb.
Not sex where you rut like a wild animal as was often the case
whenever one of the guys fucked her, but love, slow, tender caring
love, and when I finished I kissed her like I meant it which I did.
As someone pulled on my arm telling me it was his turn to fuck the
whore I shoved him away. Then looking into her eyes which were
misting I leaned down to again kiss her and as our lips met she
whispered she loved me.

At home things were even more fantastic then before if that was
possible. Mom was again wearing the scanty clothing she had bought
just for me and like always she was fawning over me while I in turn
would chase her around the house until she finely let me catch her.
I was truly happy, I would make love to mom before going to school
as well as after returning home then again after supper and again
before we went to sleep that evening. Each day was like the last
except mom was growing ever more persistent in my bringing Barbara
to the house until finely the day before we usually gathered at
Donald's house I told her I would see what I could do. As I entered
school Steven raced up wanting to know if I was going to be at
Donald's house tomorrow but even before I answered he excitedly told
me that unless I just wanted to watch I might as well stay home
because none of the usual group was going to get a crack at Barb.
When I asked what he meant he almost pissed himself in his
excitement as he told me it had been Donald that had been bringing
in the other guys but that tomorrow was going to be an all out fuck
feast. Grabbing his collar and pulling him close I hissed for him to
explain himself and I must have looked like I was going to beat him
to a pulp because he whimpered that Donald had shown the Captain of
the football team several pictures of Barbara being fucked by the
guys in an attempt to get him to, as he said, join the fun. When he
stopped to catch his breath I shook him and when he continued I
found out that the sick fucker had bragged to the team captain that
his sister was such a cock hungry slut she'd take on the whole
football team if he told her to. One thing had led to another and
then Donald did something really stupid trying to convince the guy
to fuck his sister. He told the guy that Barb was such a slut that
she would not only fuck everyone on the first string of the team but
the second string as well. When the team captain had laughed at him
saying that no matter how big a slut Donald claimed his sister was
there was no fucking way she would take on thirty or so guys,
besides most of them were black. Donald backed into a corner and
never knowing when to shut up had told the guy his sister had been
wanting to fuck a negro so what difference did it make if it was one
or a couple of dozen that pounded her snatch. The Captain seeing how
serious he was said he'd get the guys together and be at Donald's
house around 7:00 but that if his sister didn't put out like he said
she would he'd be sorry.

Dropping Steve like a soiled rag I rushed into school noticing as I
did Barbara about to enter her first class. Grabbing her arm I said
we had to talk. As I held her arm a frightened look washed over her
face and she started to pull away. At first I thought I had scared
her but then glancing over my shoulder I saw Donald and without
thinking I pushed Barb into a corner covering her body with mine and
kissed her. As Donald passed he hooted way to go Richard if sis knew
what a cox man you were she'd of never written in her diary how much
she loved you. As he passed she whimpered for me to let her go, that
Donald would be mad at her if she was alone with me but instead I
literally dragged her down the hall and out of the school. As I
drove home I asked why she had turned from the sweet girl I'd liked
to one that fucked everybody and his brother but she only sobbed
while cringing against the door looking almost as frightened of me
as she had her brother. And I guess she had I right to because I
knew I was sending out angry vibes. Pulling into my driveway she
whimpered if Donald found out I took her from school he'd make
things even worse for her and I screamed worse, worse then what,
worse then pimping you to the whole God damn football team. For a
second she just looked at me as every painful emotion known to man
flashed across her face and then she fell totally apart, and try as
I might I couldn't get her out of the car.

Rushing into the house I screamed for mom but she was already coming
from the kitchen because she'd seen me pull up while doing the
dishes. After assurances that I was ok I stuttered that I had Barb
out in the car but that I couldn't get her to come in, she told me
to stay where I was and rushed from the house. While I watched
through the front window she opened Barbara's door and with soft
words and while hugging her close she got her from the car and into
the house. Over the next several hours as Barb sat between us
sobbing we learned that Donald had gotten her diary and learned of
her fantasy about making love to me each time we had kissed and I
had felt of her breast. He had told her that the only way he
wouldn't show their parents her diary was that if she would suck him
off and let him fuck her, she had foolishly agreed, only to find out
later that he had taped it. He had edited out most of his words, the
ones where he'd told her what to do and how to respond while leaving
in hers thereby making it look as if it had been all her idea. Now
with even more over her head and with the knowledge that if her
parents saw the tape they would never believe her, she had no choice
but to do what Donald said no matter how much she hated it. One of
the things he most often did was have her perform oral sex while
their parents were in the next room and could quite possibly walk in
at any moment. Their parents weren't often at home but when they
were Donald had taken perverse pleasure in having her perform thus.
She told us that every night she'd go to his room and that he'd make
her do disgusting things, only allowing her to go back to her own
room the next morning when it got light. She sobbed that she'd
wanted to tell me, but had been afraid of what he would do to her.
It took a while for her to talk about the first time we'd all fucked
her. Donald had later hurt her while screaming at her that if she
ever picked me to go first again he'd show the tape to their
parents. But instead of relenting she continued to pick me first,
willing to endure Donald's wrath afterwards because she loved me. To
try to make it easier on herself she had obeyed Donald by talking
dirty and encouraging the boys to fuck her but even that had turned
against her because of the things they made her do. As she sobbed
her heart out I wanted to rush from the house and beat Donald to
within an inch of his life but mom stopped me, telling me we had to
help Barb first. When Barb finely finished mom was no longer holding
her instead she was cradled in my arms. For several minutes mom and
I sat in silence with Barb tightly pressed against me whimpering
over and over she loved me and she was sorry she was such a whore,
then mom asked me to repeat what Steven had told me. As I repeated
what Steve had told me Barb began bawling hysterically and clutching
me so tightly it hurt but I endured the pain knowing what mom had in
mind.

As I finished the phone rang, it was Donald wanting to speak to me.
With some effort I managed to get Barb to release me then touching
her lips with my finger to let her know I expected her to be quite I
took the phone from mom. "Yo man what's up ----- No I ain't seen the
whore since day before yesterday what'd you do buddy lose her -----
Sure, sure I'll call you but what makes you think she'd come to my
house ------ Bullshit shit man I ain't had feelings for your sister
since she started putting out for everyone and his brother ------
She's probably holed up somewhere with a couple dozen guys getting
her brains fucked out, but I'll tell you what if I see the bitch
I'll tell her your looking for her." Hanging the phone up I started
dancing around but Barbara's sobbing stopped me and when I looked at
Barb wrapped in moms arms I said what'd I do. "She thinks you hate
her son, she thinks you think it was all her idea to have those boys
use her like they did." Leading her from the room she guided Barb
upstairs telling me I was sleeping alone tonight, when I childishly
protested mom smiled telling me it wouldn't hurt for me to sleep by
myself one night. Besides we had to think of Barb and how to keep
her away from her brother at least for a little while. The next day
with mom hovering over Barb like a mother hen I went to school as if
nothing had happened. Twice Donald confronted me about Barb but both
times I pushed him away, the last time telling him I would bash his
fucking skull in if he asked me one more time about his sister. The
house was strangely quite when I arrived home but as I walked
upstairs I heard moaning coming from moms room. Not knowing what to
expect but somehow expecting the worse I took the stairs two at a
time then throwing open moms door I just stood there with my jaw
hanging to the floor. There on the bed locked in passionate embrace
was mom and Barb. Standing there I watched as mom kissed every inch
of Barbs pretty face then her throat and finally her perky little
titties. Slowly lowering Barb to the bed she sucked and nipped her
nipples before running her lips down over her quivering abdomen to
her pussy and before Barb's legs trapped moms head I saw the
twinkling in her eye which let me know that even if Barbara wasn't
aware of my presence she was.

Slowly I walked to the bed and as I did I removed my clothes. As I
sat on the edge of the bed listening to Barb's moans of pleasure I
reached out lightly tracing the swell of her breast before rolling
each of her stiffened nipples in turn between my thumb and
forefinger. At first she moaned softly even more pleasurably but
then she jerked bolt upright and her eyes flew open to stare into my
smiling face. After but a heart beats pause and with her eyes as big
as saucers she tried to push mom from between her legs while at the
same time trying to pull the covers over her to hide her body. Mom
though continued to lash at her pussy and despite Barb's shock at
seeing me sitting on the bed naked she couldn't keep her body from
responding to moms caress and she again sank back to the bed. Barb's
eyes were scrunched tight and she was whimpering repeatedly in
between gasp that I was there, pleading with mom to stop, but yet
not wanting her to. Bending down my lips covered hers silencing her
weak protest. Kissing her eyes, ears, nose and throat before again
pressing my lips to hers her rapid breathing of arousal made my dick
even harder then before. When our lips again met Barb's tongue
darted from between her lips in response to my probing and dueled
with mine. For long minutes I kissed her as my hand slowly traced
over her breast, rolling, lightly pinching each nipple in turn
before moving down over her quivering abdomen to toy with her belly
button. Slowly I moved onto the bed moving my lips from hers as I
did so and then my lips traced down over her throat down to her
breast sucking and nibbling on her nipples. Barb's moans of pure
pleasure as both moms and my lips worked on her body were music to
my ears. Downward my lips moved, down to her belly button where I
teasingly stabbed at her before moving even lower. Barb's hands
waved about first touching moms head and then mine as if undecided
where they should be and then they dropped to her side and she
moaned loudly pushing her body into the air. Mom's lips left Barb's
pussy just as my face brushed hers and then as my lips touched
Barb's pussy moms traveled upward almost along the same path mine
had traveled as I had worked down. A tender kiss between Barb and
mom and then moms lips traveled slowly downward again. Over and over
mom and I took turns between Barbara's lips and pussy driving her
higher and higher until finely she could take no more and with her
body shuddering in rapturous enjoyment she gabbed both our heads
pressing our faces to her body.

As Barb slowly came down from her high mom and I sat beside her
kissing and fondling each other and then together we sank down
laying beside her still quivering form. As my dick slipped into moms
pussy and her moan of pleasure filled the room I felt Barb turn,
raise slightly and then her face pushed between moms and mine and
she began kissing mom passionately. But all her attention wasn't
devoted to mom because she would kiss me also and when finally mom
and I climaxed together Barb encircled her arms around us holding us
as if she were afraid we would disappear. Finally mom slipped from
beneath me and climbed from the bed saying it was time to let the
love birds have a moment to themselves and after slipping into one
of her fly aways said she was going to fix supper. For the next half
hour or so Barb and I along with a lot of kissing as well as
touching and feeling made slow, tender, passionate love stopping
only when mom again entered the room to tell us supper was ready. As
I dressed and waited for Barb to dress moms eye caught mine and she
winked as she said they'd be down in a minute. Not understanding but
knowing that mom always knew what was best I walked downstairs and
into the kitchen and because I was so hungry I started right in.
About the third mouthful and as I was washing it down with my milk I
almost choked to death because there in front of me was not one, but
two beautiful women dressed every bit the way I always liked mom to
dress after supper. Ultra sheer fly away gown with skimpy boy leg
panties and thigh high back seam lace top stockings. I had not
realized until that moment just how close Barb's and moms figures
matched. From what to my eyes had always been the perfect proportion
of moms graceful curves to her height Barb was almost identical
except that her breast were slightly smaller, but which I somehow
knew as she grew older would be just as moms were. As I looked at
both their smiling faces and heard them say "Isn't this how you like
your women" I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was the
luckiest man/boy alive.

Donald, well he got the crap kicked out of him and spent a couple of
days in the hospital. The tape, was destroyed along with and I'm
pretty sure every picture. Barbara, well she graduated two months
later while I had to wait another year. She took a job a hundred or
so miles away and was gone for awhile but she came home every
weekend as well as every holiday. I believe she thought that if I
had two beautiful sexy women around all the time, I'd wear myself to
a frazzle. She would have been right, but it was a frazzle I would
have welcomed and enjoyed tremendously. Two weeks after I graduated
Barb and I were married and for more then twenty happy glorious
years we shared our love and our lives with mom and if it hadn't of
been for a drunk driver running a red light we still would be.


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