Mother's Bed
I. THE ECCENTRIC
My name is Jason and I am 15 years old.
I don't know what's gotten into my mom lately, but she's been
acting really strange. Though I suppose she's always been a
bit eccentric. She and my father got divorced when I was 6. My
father's still around, but I don't see him that often. He's
the type of father who forgets his son's birthday and then
buys him a big expensive gift a week too late, thinking it'll
make up for it. I'm used to it now so it doesn't bother me too
much, but I can't tell you how many birthday parties ended in
tears because he never showed up.
Maybe it's because my dad was neglectful that me and my mom
became so close emotionally. Or maybe that's just the type of
person she is. When I was little, especially those first few
years after the divorce, whenever my dad found some new way to
disappoint me and make me cry, mom would let me sleep in her
bed and she'd hold me in her arms comforting me and whispering
that she loved me as I cried myself to sleep.
I loved being in my mom's bed at night. She always slept in
the nude and it didn't seem to bother her to have me close to
her naked body under the covers. See, that's part of what I
was talking about when I said she's a bit of an eccentric. She
was never shy about her body or about sex. Seeing her naked
was nothing unusual for me and normally there was no shame
between us. But whenever she let me get in bed with her, I
think I was vaguely aware that there was something forbidden
very close to me. As I got older, around 9 or 10, the thought
of it sometimes made me hard, and then I would get really
nervous about her accidentally brushing against my penis and
noticing my erection. She never did notice, as far as I know.
She did catch me with an erection one time, but it didn't
happen in her bed. Since I was never circumcised, when I was
very young my mother would check once in a while to make sure
that my foreskin was retracting properly. She would either
pull back the foreskin herself or ask me to do it and show
her. I never thought there was anything sexual about it and I
don't think she did either. But one time when I was 10, I was
taking a bath and for whatever reason my penis got hard. (This
had started happening quite often around that age.) I was just
trying to ignore it and waiting for it to go down again (I
hadn't quite figured out how to masturbate yet, though I did
often play with my penis at night), when suddenly my mother
came in the bathroom. Of course, I didn't want her to see my
erection, so I was covering it with my hands. When she said
she hadn't checked my foreskin in a long time and asked me to
show it to her, I almost died. I didn't want to show her while
I was hard, but I also didn't want her to know I was hard, so
I was trying to come up with an excuse to delay it.
Unfortunately, nothing came to mind, so I just kept saying I
would show her later. Of course, she thought I was being silly
and forced me to remove my hands.
When she saw my little dick sticking up, she immediately
understood why I didn't want to show her. And here's where my
mom's eccentric side kicked in. Some mothers might have been
embarrassed to see their young son in such a state and left
the bathroom. Others might have tried to make sure they
understood that there was nothing wrong with it and they
shouldn't be embarrassed. But my mom just laughed and started
teasing me. It wasn't mean spirited at all and after a while I
couldn't help but laugh a little, too. But I was still
mortified by it. Especially when she insisted that I let her
pull the foreskin back in spite of the state I was in.
At that age, my foreskin was still very tight when my penis
was erect, so as my mother started pulling on it, it wouldn't
go all the way back. I told her I usually didn't have this
problem when it was soft and she said that I had to keep
pulling on it gently whenever it got hard and that eventually
it would loosen up. She showed me how to do it, pulling the
foreskin back as far as it would go, then moving it back up
and starting over. She did this a few times, and the stroking
felt really good.
I don't know how sexual this moment was for her, but I think
she was definitely fascinated by my little erection. She kept
saying how cute it was. Although she never touched it again
after that, she would sometimes jokingly tease me about it.
As I said, my mother was never shy about sex. She talked about
it very openly and part of what made her eccentric in that
regard is that she wasn't at all ashamed to admit that she
found young males attractive, even teenagers and pre-teens.
She probably didn't speak openly about it with everyone, but I
remember overhearing her making comments to some of her
friends that were pretty revealing. It's hard to explain, but
somehow she managed to put it in a way that didn't sound
totally perverted or creepy, like she was just admiring the
boys' beauty and youthfulness, without sounding like she
wanted to molest them.
By the time I reached my early teens, it was starting to
become clear to me that I was either gay or bi, because I was
also becoming increasingly attracted to boys around my age. As
open as my mother was about it, I still kept most of my
feelings about sex to myself, but eventually I did open up to
her and we had a frank conversation about my budding
homosexual desires. That was last year when I was 14.
And now, after that rather long preamble, we get to the
interesting part of the story, which is the change I've
noticed in my mother's behaviour that I've alluded to at the
beginning. When my mom found out I was attracted to guys, she
was thrilled about it. I know that's not the kind of reaction
you'd expect from a mother, but it was like she saw it as
something we shared. From that point on, she became even more
open about her attraction to young guys. She would often ask
about my friends or classmates, curious to know which ones I
found attractive and what I'd like to do with them. Sometimes
I got the impression that she was even more turned on by them
than I was.
I turned 15 a few months ago, and while I'm mostly focused on
guys my own age, my mother's interest seems to keep moving
toward younger and younger boys. She keeps pointing out boys
that she thinks are sexy, either on TV or in magazines or
sometimes around us in real life. A lot of them look like they
haven't even reached puberty yet.
At first I was weirded out when she pointed out boys I thought
were way too young for me. When I told her they were too
young, she'd look disappointed and drop it. But lately, she's
had her eye on Tim, a cute 11-year-old boy who lives across
the street from us. Mom and Tim's mother are not super close
friends or anything, but they know each other well enough that
they'll sometimes have tea together or whatever, and sometimes
Tim comes along with his mother. He and I get along fine,
although the age difference means we don't have much in common
in terms of interests. When he comes over with his mom, we
usually just end up playing video games or watching TV.
It was only a few months ago that Mom started mentioning how
sexy little Tim has gotten. At first, I just rolled my eyes
and though, "Here we go again." But after that, I couldn't
help but notice how strikingly handsome his features were.
He's got dark hair but bright blue eyes, a rare combination
that gives him an intense look. I had to admit he was good
looking, though I still thought of him as too young for me.
But Mom kept insisting. She said I should spend more time with
him and invite him over for a sleepover, which I thought was
ridiculous.
"You don't understand, Mom," I told her. "Fifteen-year-olds
and eleven-year-olds don't really hang out together. It would
be totally inappropriate for me to invite him to a sleepover.
People would think I was a perv or something."
"Oh, who cares what people think? I didn't raise you to be
such a conformist, did I?"
"Well, forget about what the other kids would say, but what
about his parents? Don't you think they'd disapprove?"
"Of course they wouldn't. We've been neighbours for years."
I still wasn't convinced. She thought about it for a minute,
then came up with a plan.
"Louise and Henry's wedding anniversary is coming up," she
said. "I'll tell Louise that if they'd like to spend a
romantic evening together we can take Tim for the night. She
won't have to hire a babysitter and he can spend the night
here, so you two can get to know each other better. Everybody
wins!"
I wasn't sure what exactly she had in mind, but I have to
admit my curiosity was piqued.
"And what do you get out of it?" I asked.
"I just want you to be happy, honey. If you're happy, I'm
happy." She grinned a mischievous smile. "And if I'm lucky,
maybe I'll accidentally catch you two doing something you're
not supposed to."
"Mom! You're unbelievable."
II. SLEEPOVER
I was half excited, half horrified when I got home from school
the next day and she told me she'd gone ahead with her devious
plan. Tim was coming over after dinner to spend not just the
night, but the whole weekend.
When Tim showed up we spent a few hours just hanging out the
way we normally did, playing video games and stuff like that.
Mom was busy doing house chores, but whenever she got a chance
and Tim wasn't within ear shot, she would comment about things
like how cute his little butt was. I guess I was getting into
it, too, but I still didn't really believe that anything would
happen.
After we got tired of playing video games, Tim asked if we
could hang out in my room. We have a small game room where the
X-box is set up, so he'd never actually been to my room
before. There wasn't really much for him to play with there,
since most of my old toys have been put away in boxes in the
attic for a while now, but he was really curious about all my
stuff and that kept him entertained for a while. When I ran
out of things to show him, there was an awkward pause. He saw
my laptop and asked if we could look at some videos on
YouTube.
We both sat on my bed side by side with our backs against the
wall. I had the computer on my lap and we started looking for
funny videos. He was kind of leaning into me to get a better
look at the screen and for a while I was tempted to put my arm
around him, but I didn't dare to.
Some of the videos we were looking at featured teenage girls
and he would sometimes comment on their boobs or other
physical attributes he liked. Our selection of videos became
increasingly based on the sexiness of the girls in it. I
realized then he was obviously interested in sex and was
probably just as horny as I'd been at his age (and still was,
of course). I didn't even have to do anything to push the
conversation in that direction - he was more than willing to
go there himself.
"Do you ever look at dirty websites?" he asked.
"You mean like porn?"
"Yeah."
"Sometimes. What about you?"
"I looked at some with my friend Simon once when I was over at
his place for a sleepover. I don't have my own computer so I
can't really look at any dirty sites at home or my parents
would find out."
"What kind of sites did you and your friend look at?"
"There was a really good one that showed a lot of naked women.
I don't know what it was called, though."
"That sounds pretty cool."
"Yeah, it was. Do you know any good ones?"
"I know a few, yeah."
"Wanna look at them now?"
"Okay."
I hesitated for a moment trying to decide which site to go to.
From what he had described, it didn't sound like he and his
friend had looked at any sites showing hardcore sex, which
were the ones I liked the most. I didn't know how much he knew
about sex and I didn't want to freak him out. I was trying to
remember how much I'd been exposed to at that age. Finally I
decided to go to a site that had some straight hardcore
action, but nothing extreme or too weird.
As soon as the splash page loaded, I could tell that he was
impressed. When he saw the close up pics of huge cocks
penetrating pussy, he got really quiet and just starred in
awe. When he noticed that the site was advertising videos, he
asked if we could look at some of those.
"We can," I said, "but it's just going to be excerpts. You
have to pay to see the full thing."
"That's okay. I just want to see what they're like. I've never
seen videos like this.
I clicked on one of the videos and it showed a white woman
giving a black dude a blow job. Of course, the guy's dick was
humongous.
"Whoa! Look at how big that guy's dick is," Tim said. "Is
that, like, normal size for an adult?"
"I don't think so," I said. "These guys in pornos always have
bigger than average dicks. That's what makes them porn stars."
"I wonder if I'll have a big one like that when I'm older.
Mine's pretty small now."
"Maybe," I said. "It's pretty hard to tell at your age. You
still have a lot of growing to do."
"My friend Simon's is bigger than mine," he said.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
He blushed and looked really embarrassed for a second,
realizing that he'd let something slip he hadn't intended to
share.
"We compared them while we were looking at those sites on his
computer," he said. "We both got hard while looking at them
and he wanted to see whose was bigger. His as really thick and
a little bit longer than mine, even though he's only a few
months older than me."
"Well, that doesn't mean anything," I said. "He might have
just hit puberty earlier than you did. You might catch up to
him and ever get bigger than him in a year or two."
"Really? Cool."
I noticed that he was fidgeting a lot and I even caught him
rubbing himself a few times. It was obvious that he was hard
and horny. My own cock was also hard, and I wasn't entirely
sure if it was from the videos we were watching or from just
knowing that this cute boy next to me was getting turned on.
The fact that he and his friend had looked at each other's
dicks before made me think that I could probably convince him
that we should do the same. I wondered if they had done
anything more than look that time. I was about to ask when
there was a knock on my door. I barely had time to stop the
video that was playing. Mom only waited a second before she
opened the door and came in to announce that it was time to
start getting ready for bed.
I must have lost track of time, because I hadn't realized how
late it was. Of course, being older, I didn't really have a
set bedtime, especially on weekends. We didn't have a guest
room, so I figured Tim would be sleeping on the couch or
something and I'd be able to stay up in my room for a while,
but then Mom said that Tim and I would be sharing my bed.
Tim didn't seem to mind at all. He went to the bathroom to
brush his teeth and I took the moment to talk to my mother
alone.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"What are you talking about?" she said, but she had a devilish
smile on her face that suggested she knew exactly what I
meant. "We can't have him sleep on the couch. It's not very
comfortable."
"Well, maybe I should sleep on the couch and he can take my
bed."
"Oh, don't be silly, Jason. Your bed is big enough for the two
of you. And I'm sure it'll be fun. What were you watching on
the computer when I came in."
"None of your business," I said with a smirk.
"Look," she said, more seriously this time, "I know I teased
about catching you guys in the act earlier, but don't worry.
I'm not going to be spying on you tonight. You have my word.
You guys can do whatever you want tonight. I won't get
anywhere near your door unless the house is on fire."
"Whatever, Mom."
Tim had finished brushing his teeth, so I went into the
bathroom to do the same thing. When I came back to my room, he
had changed into his PJs and was sitting on the bed waiting
for me. Mom came by again to say good night, and then left us
alone, closing the door on her way out.
"I hope you don't mind," I told Tim, "but I usually sleep in
my underwear."
"That's okay," he said. "I do too, sometimes, but mom says I
should wear pyjamas when I go on sleepovers."
"Well, you don't have to wear them if you don't want to," I
said. "It gets pretty hot under the covers, especially with
two people in bed. If you want to sleep in your underwear,
that's fine by me."
I had already started undressing, so Tim decided to do the
same thing after all. He took off his PJs and then we stood
facing each each other, each wearing a pair of briefs. His
were white and mine were navy blue. Since Mom had interrupted
our porn session, both of our dicks had had time to soften. I
took a moment to admire his small body, which I hadn't seen
exposed like this before. He was pretty small for his age,
which made me think again that he was way too young for me. On
the other hand, there was a vulnerability and a frailty to his
small frame that I found appealing. And as much as I wanted to
deny it, he really was a sexy little guy.
He noticed that I was staring at him and I felt a bit
embarrassed. I said we should get to bed and went to turn off
the light, though I had time to catch a good glimpse of his
cute little butt as he climbed into bed.
I got under the covers with him and we lied there side by side
on our backs, very close but not touching. We talked for a
while, or rather he talked and I listened. He was talking
about stuff he did with his friends, games they played and
whatever. It wasn't really that interesting, but I got the
impression that he really liked talking to an older boy who
would listen to him, and in a way I was just enjoying the fact
that he wanted to talk to me, if that makes any sense.
Eventually we got back to the topic of his friend Simon, whom
he'd mentioned when we were looking at the porn sites earlier.
I asked him what else they'd done together aside from looking
at porn and showing each other their dicks.
"Well, we didn't really do anything else," he said, "although
I really wanted to touch his dick when he showed it to me, but
I didn't say anything."
"Why didn't you?"
"I was afraid he'd think I was weird."
"You know, he was probably thinking the same thing."
"Really? How do you know?"
"Well, watching porn will make any guy horny, and when they
get horny they usually want someone to touch their dicks."
"Oh." He paused, and then asked: "Did you get horny while we
were watching the porn earlier?"
"Sure," I said. "Didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did, too." Another pause. "I'm kind of horny again,
actually."
"So am I," I said. "Does that mean you'd like me to touch your
dick?"
"Yes. Only if you want to."
That was all I needed to hear. I reached over, found his
crotch and squeezed his little hard pole through his
underwear. Then I slid my hand underneath the elastic band and
took it between my fingers. He lifted his hips and pulled his
underwear down to about mid-thigh to give me better access.
Up to this point, my only other experience with sex had been
with a classmate of mine. We'd started jerking off together
once in a while after school a year ago when we were both 14.
Sometimes we did each other, but most of the time we'd each
jerk our own dicks. His was the only dick other than my own
I'd ever touched, and it was about the same size as mine.
Tim's dick felt completely different because it was so small.
Wrapping my fist around it to jerk him off didn't really work,
so I had to use the tips of my fingers and my thumb. Another
difference was that my friend was circumcised, whereas Tim
(like me) was not.
I continued stroking Tim's little cock for about a minute and
he never said a word. He just lied there perfectly still,
though I could hear his breathing getting slightly heavier.
I asked if he wanted to touch mine and he said okay. I let go
of his dick and pulled my underwear off completely. I
suggested he do the same and he did. Knowing that we were now
both naked and hard underneath the covers made it more
exciting.
Tim moved to his side and reached for my cock with his right
hand. My cock twitched when his small fingers found it.
"Whoa," he exclaimed. "It's huge! Feels like it's almost as
big as the ones we saw in those videos."
I chuckled. "It's not even close. It just seems huge to you
because I'm older than you."
He was stroking using his fingers and thumb, the way I'd been
doing him, but I put my hand over his and showed him how to
grip it with his fist. I let go and he continued pumping it,
which felt amazing. I asked him to hold it tighter and it felt
even better!
"Can you do me at the same time?" he asked. I reached over and
started masturbating him again. After a while he said, "I
wonder what it would feel like to rub them against each
other."
"Wanna try it?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I rolled over to my side so we were facing each other. We both
moved closer until our dicks were touching, then we moved our
hips around and rubbed against each other without using our
hands.
"That feels nice," he said. I agreed. I put my hand on his ass
and pushed him harder against me, while squeezing his butt
cheeks at the same time. We continued grinding into each other
like this for a while. My cock was leaking precum all over
him. When he noticed, he asked why it was wet.
"It's just precum," I said. "It happens when older guys get
excited."
"Is it like sperm?" he asked.
"No, this is different. Sperm only comes out when you cum.
Although if we keep rubbing each other like this, that might
happen soon. I'm getting pretty close."
"Cool. Let's keep going. I want to see what happens."
"It's gonna be pretty messy. You sure you don't mind?"
"I don't mind."
With his permission, I picked up speed and started humping
into him harder. All this grinding had pulled my foreskin back
and now the raw, sensitive head was exposed and sliding
against his precum-soaked flesh. It didn't take long for me to
go over the edge.
"Here it comes," I said.
My cock exploded, shooting several warm jets of spunk in
between us, covering both our bellies. Despite my warning, the
force and quantity of it took him by surprise. "Oh!"
"Told you it was gonna be messy," I said after I'd caught my
breath.
I pulled the covers back and turned on the bedside lamp,
exposing our nakedness to the light, then grabbed some tissues
and cleaned us both up. When I reached over to turn the lamp
back off he stopped me.
"No, leave it on," he said. "I want to look at your dick some
more."
He sat up to get a closer look and took my deflating dick in
his hand, moving it around and looking at it from all sides.
It was funny how fascinated he was by it.
"What do you think of it," I asked.
"I like it. It's a nice dick." He made it sound like he was an
expert, though of course this was only the second one he'd
seen up close, other than his own.
"Well, I like yours, too," I said as I started masturbating
him again.
"You do?"
"Yeah. I think it's cute. And I like playing with it."
"I like when you play with it," he said. "It feels better than
when I do it myself."
"I can keep doing it until you cum if you want."
"Okay!"
"Here, lie down again."
I continued stroking his hard little pole with my right hand
while letting my left hand caress him all over his body, from
his chest and belly to his thighs. With the lights on, I could
observe his beautiful face while I pleasured him. At first he
kept his eyes open and looked at what my hand was doing to
him, then as he got into it more he closed his eyes and just
rested his head back. He looked very relaxed at first, but his
expression became more and more concentrated and he started
biting his lip. Otherwise he remained perfectly still and
silent the whole time, until suddenly I felt his whole body
tense up. He breathed in sharply then let out a moan of
pleasure while his little penis spasmed in my hand, shooting
blanks.
When he was done, his eyes opened and he smiled at me.
Suddenly, he was just a kid again.
"That was awesome," he said.
I turned the light off and we pulled the covers back over us
and talked some more until we both fell asleep.
III. THE MORNING AFTER
The next morning when I woke up, my cock was hard, as it is
almost every morning. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Tim
was already awake. He jumped out of bed, full of energy and
ready to start the day, but he'd apparently forgotten that
we'd slept naked. When he realized it, he giggled and started
looking for his underwear. When he bent over to pick them up,
he gave me a perfect view of his perfect butt. My cock
twitched beneath the covers.
"Aren't you going to get up?" he asked.
"In a minute." Despite what everything that had happened the
night before, I was kind of embarrassed about my morning wood.
"Come on," he said. "You can't spend all day in bed." He
pulled the covers away and before I could make a grab for them
my hard cock was exposed.
"Hey!" I said, covering myself with my hands, while he laughed
at me. Then he sat on the edge of the bed next to me. He was
still in his underwear.
"Let me see it," he said.
"You just did. And you saw plenty of it last night."
"I wanna see it again."
I moved my hands away and he grabbed my cock and started
stroking it. I let him continue, enjoying the nice feelings.
Suddenly, Mom opened the door without warning.
"Boys, I'm gonna make pancakes for breakfast... Oh!"
Tim let go of my cock and leaped to his feet while I grabbed
the blankets and tried to cover myself up.
"Mom!" I yelled. "Don't you know how to knock?"
"Sorry," she said. "Do you want pancakes or not?"
"Whatever! Just close the door, please."
"Okay, okay." She closed the door and left.
I sighed, got out of bed and started to get dressed.
"Do you think she saw anything?" Tim asked.
"Of course she saw. She probably did it on purpose, too."
"What?! Oh, man. Do you think she's gonna tell my parents?"
He looked like he was about to cry.
"Hey," I said, "don't worry about it. She's not gonna tell
anyone and you're not gonna get in trouble. Trust me, I know
her. She's probably laughing about it right now."
"Really?" He sounded relieved. "Your mom is weird."
"Tell me about it! But she's also pretty cool. Not a lot of
mothers would let us do the kind of thing we did last night
and not care."
"What do you mean? You think she knows about that, too?"
"No, of course not. I mean, not exactly. But I think she let
us sleep in the same bed knowing something like that might
happen."
"Why would she do that?" The panic was gone, but he now seemed
genuinely confused.
"I don't know." I sad. "I guess she's just more open about
that sort of thing than most people are. And because she knows
I like boys. And because she thinks you're cute."
"She does? Wait, what do you mean you like boys? Are you,
like, gay or something?"
"I don't know what I am. I like both girls and boys, I guess.
But I think I like boys more."
"Do you think what we did was gay?"
"I don't know." It suddenly dawned on me that I might have
said too much and that I was starting to drive him away.
"Would it bother you if it was?"
"I just didn't really think of it that way, I guess."
"You shouldn't worry about that. We were just having fun,
that's all. No one's ever going to find out, and we won't do
it again if it bothers you. "
"I didn't say that. I just... I don't know."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you all that. Let's just go
have breakfast. We can talk some more later if you want."
We got dressed before leaving the room. Tim put on a pair of
shorts and a T-shirt. I put on some jeans and a T-shirt.
I was thankful that Mom behaved herself during breakfast and
acted as if nothing had happened. I was afraid she would start
teasing us about what she'd seen, which I think would have
really freaked Tim out. But she had enough sense to hold back.
Tim looked uncomfortable for a while, but soon he seemed to
forget all about it and was in good spirits again. We decided
not to spend the day cooped up inside playing video games. We
played some basketball and later went for a bike ride. I was
really enjoying spending time with him. Before this weekend,
I'd always felt a bit awkward around him, as though being four
years older somehow made it impossible for us to relate to
each other. But somehow all the awkwardness had vanished after
our intimate night together. Hanging out with him was easy and
fun. I didn't have to feel self-conscious around him or try to
impress him. It was kind of like having a little brother or
just allowing myself to be a kid again. And at the same time,
I think I was starting to develop some feelings for him. He
wasn't just a cute kid from across the street. He was sweet
and intelligent and funny. And every time he smiled at me, my
heart melted a little.
Our bike ride led us to a park that has a large wooded area.
We followed a trail into the woods and found a clearing where
we decided to rest for a while. We both sat in the grass and
for a moment neither of us seemed to have anything to say.
Finally, I asked if he wanted to talk more about what happened
last night and this morning.
"Not really," he said with a shrug.
"If you want, I can sleep on the couch tonight and you can
have my bed to yourself."
"Why?"
"I just don't want to make you uncomfortable, that's all."
"I'm not uncomfortable. I was hoping we could play with our
dicks again. I mean, only if you want to."
"Of course I want to. I just didn't think you would, because
of what I said about liking boys or because of what happened
with my mom."
"I don't care about that anymore."
"Good. I'm glad you feel this way."
He smiled at me and then we both fell silent again for a
while. Although I was playing it cool, I was actually
overjoyed that I hadn't completely messed up our chance to
play around again. I couldn't believe how hard I'd fallen for
him so suddenly. He was so adorable. I just wanted to cuddle
with him and kiss him.
"Is it true your mom said I was cute?" he asked.
"Yeah. She says it all the time, actually."
"And you think she knew we'd be messing around if we slept in
the same bed?"
I was debating how much I should tell him. I didn't want him
to think my mom was a pervert (although to be honest I kinda
thought she was one), but because I cared for him so much I
wanted to be honest with him. So I decided to tell him the
truth.
"My mom knows I like boys, so she's kinda been playing the
matchmaker lately. So when she noticed what an attractive boy
you are, she got it into her head to get us together and she
knew I would find you attractive also. And to be honest, I
think it kind of turns her on to think of us doing stuff like
that together."
He didn't say anything. I could see him taking it all in and
processing it.
"Does that freak you out?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "I think it's kind of hot, actually."
I had not expected him to say that.
"You do?"
"Kinda."
We both laughed.
"Do you think she, like, touches herself while thinking about
us?" he asked.
"Eww! I don't know. I don't want to know." Although I wasn't
as disgusted as I pretended to be.
"She's kind of hot, though," Tim said.
"I guess. Not as hot as you, though."
He gave me another heart-melting smile.
IV. PIZZA PARTY
Back home, Mom said she was ordering pizza for dinner. She
looked like she had dolled herself up a little. She had her
hair up, put on a subtle touch of makeup and she was wearing a
nice blouse that showed some cleavage. She didn't look sleazy,
but very pretty. I asked if she was going out or something.
"No, why?"
"Just wondering."
Tim kept staring at her boobs. I'm sure Mom noticed, too. In
fact, I realized she had probably made herself look pretty
specifically for him. While we waited for the pizza to get
delivered, she kept finding excuses to put her hands on Tim,
squeezing his arm, patting his back, messing up his hair. I'd
never really seen them interact like this before. Tim was
obviously enjoying the attention. Now that he knew my mother
thought he was sexy, he was aware of the effect he was having
on her. I could tell by the way he handle himself, acting all
coy, that he was playing it up for her. And her lust for him
was getting him excited.
It was all very transparent, and kind of fascinating to
observe. I should've been jealous, and yet I wasn't. I did
feel on some level that I wanted Tim to be "mine." But what
was going on before my eyes felt more like a game than some
kind of threat to that. Maybe it was because both of them were
kind of winking at me while this was going on. They were both
subtly letting me know what they were doing, without realizing
that the other was doing the same thing. Instead of getting
upset at either of them, I found myself getting turned on.
By the time the pizza was delivered, there was a palpable
sexual tension in the air. Tim sat close to me on one side of
the dinner table, with my mother on the other side. Whenever I
could spare the use of my left hand, I would let it rest on
Tim's thigh, then once in a while I would creep up toward his
crotch and press gently on his stiff little cock. Mom couldn't
see what I was doing, though the fact that I had my hand
underneath the table for almost the entire meal must have
given her a pretty good clue.
When we were finished eating, my mother got up to clear the
plates and as soon as she had her back turned to us, Tim
pulled his shorts down and placed my hand right on his exposed
dick. I was shocked that Tim would go that far with my mother
still in the kitchen with us, but I reacted quickly and
stroked his dick really fast for about five seconds, and then
he pushed my hand away and pulled his shorts back up. He
looked at me and snickered silently. My heart was racing.
"Thanks for the pizza, Mom," I said. Then to Tim, "Wanna go
hang out in my room for a while?"
"Okay."
As soon as I had closed the door, Tim burst out laughing and
threw himself on the bed.
"Oh, my God, that was so cool. You should've seen your face."
"I can't believe you did that," I said. "You're really horny."
"Well, you're the one who kept playing with my dick all
through dinner."
He pulled down his shorts again and started jerking off. I was
about to go lend a hand when he said:
"Maybe we should let your mom catch us again."
"Well, first of all, we didn't really 'let' her catch us. She
just kinda barged in on us. And second, are you out of your
mind? You looked pretty freaked out when she caught us this
morning."
"That's because I thought I was gonna get in trouble. Now that
I know she doesn't mind, it's kind of exciting." He continued
stroking himself while we talked. I was still hovering by the
door, unsure where this was going.
"What do you want me to do, leave the door open?" I asked. I
was only half joking.
"Maybe just a crack," he said.
I don't know what possessed me to go along with his plan, but
I did. I left the door ajar and walked over to the bed. He had
his shorts down just below the hips and was still tugging away
at his dick. I wanted full access to his hot little body, so
I grabbed his shorts and underwear and yanked them both off.
Then I pulled his t-shirt off over his head. I loved how he
was letting me undress him without saying anything. I wondered
what else he would let me do to him as I took a moment to
admire his naked body.
"Are you gonna get naked too?" he asked.
"In a minute," I said.
I was very much aware of the crack I'd left in the door. I
knew that if my mother happened to walk by (and I was sure
that she would sooner or later) she'd be able to see inside
the room. This morning she'd caught a glimpse of him jerking
me off. But now this was his exhibitionist fantasy and I
thought if he wants to get caught, he might as well be the one
who's exposed. Getting him completely naked made him
vulnerable and keeping my clothes on gave me a sense of power
and control. He was at my mercy now, and if my mother should
walk in at any moment, he wouldn't be able to hide from her
either.
I started stroking his dick and sense him giving himself over
to me completely. His pleasure, like his nakedness, was
something he had no control over. Last night he'd remained
very still, with a concentrated look on his face while I
jerked him off. But now it was different. He'd let his guards
down and his body was reacting in ways that he wasn't even
aware of. I could feel it quivering and trembling and
squirming beneath my hands.
"Do you want to try something new?" I asked.
"What?"
"You'll see. Just lie down and let me do the work."
I glanced back at the door and saw my mother peeping at us but
didn't tell Tim. I turned back toward him, leaned in, and took
the tip of his little cock in side my mouth, tasting boy cock
for the first time. He gasped when he felt my wet lips around
it and lifted his hips slightly, pushing the full length of
his pole inside my mouth. Applying as much pressure as I could
with my lips and tongue, I started bobbing my head up and
down.
"This feels amazing," he said.
I continued pleasuring him with my mouth for at least a full
minute, conscious of my mother's gaze on us the whole time. I
couldn't believe that I was sucking a boy's cock in front of
my mother. There was a little voice inside my head telling me
that this was wrong. But then another, louder voice told it to
shut the fuck up. This was hot!
I let Tim's cock slide out of my mouth, trying to catch my
breath. Tim looked up at me, and then the look in his eyes
told me that he'd seen my mother behind me. He sat up quickly
and covered his crotch with both hands. I turned around and
saw Mom walk inside the room.
"You boys look so cute together," she said. "I knew you'd make
a great couple."
"We're not a couple, Mom," I said. "We're just having a little
bit of fun."
"Yes, I can see that."
She sat down on the bed next to Tim, who had turned beet red
and was still trying to cover himself up. Even though this had
been his idea, it was hard to tell what was going through his
mind at this point. My best guess is he was just waiting to
see what would happen next, his heart racing with nervous
anticipation.
"Tim, you have such a beautiful body," Mom said. "Why are you
trying to cover it up? You don't have to be shy around me."
Hesitantly, Tim removed his hands from his crotch. His little
prick was still hard, sticking straight up and pulsing
slightly. I heard my mother exhale when she saw it.
"Can I touch it?" she asked.
Tim nodded slowly, giving her permission. I noticed her hand
was trembling as she reached out for his dick. She didn't
stroke it so much as she caressed it, as if she was petting a
mythical creature she couldn't quite believe was real. She
looked overwhelm. Her gentle touch was making Tim's cock
twitch so much that for a moment I thought she had made him
cum just by brushing her fingers against him lightly. Time
seemed to stand still. I was mesmerized.
Then, without saying anything, my mother got up and started
walking toward the door. She seemed to take forever to reach
it. She paused and took a deep breath. When she turned around,
she had regained her composure.
"I don't want to force you boys to do anything you don't want
to," she said. "But if you want, I thought maybe we could all
sleep together in my bed tonight. You don't have to say
anything now. But I'll be there waiting if you decide to join
me later."
And then she left us.
V. MOTHER'S BED
I felt like too much had happened too quickly, like my entire
world had changed and I hadn't been able to keep up with it.
Who was this woman who was inviting us to her bed? Mother the
eccentric, mother the free spirit. I had known her and loved
her my whole life. But I had never seen her like this. She was
still my mother, but she had become a stranger, a mysterious,
exotic, voluptuous temptress. My head was spinning.
Overwhelmed, I lied down on the bed and waited for the chaos
in my head to settle down. Tim moved closer to me on the bed
and I put my arms around him and held him tightly. He was
still naked and I was still wearing my jeans and t-shirt. I
kissed him on the head and breathed in the scent of his hair.
It was intoxicating. I realized then that I wasn't just
infatuated with him. I didn't just have a crush on him, or
think he was cute, or enjoy fooling around with him. I was in
love with him. I put my hand on his chin and gently moved his
face up toward mine. We looked each other in the eyes and my
world started to make sense again. All the conflicting
emotions and desires and fears involving my mother fell into
place. All that mattered was him and this passion that existed
between us. He was my anchor, the centre of my world. I kissed
him on the lips, a long, wet, passionate kiss, our tongues
intertwined.
"What do you want to do?" I asked after our lips parted.
"You decide," he said.
I let my my left hand slide down his body until it rested
between his legs. His cock was still hard. I squeezed it and
pulled on it gently.
"I think we should go," I said. "But only if you want to."
"What do you think's gonna happen?"
"I don't know. I don't think even she knows. I guess that's
part of what's exciting about it."
I continued moving my hand on his dick slowly.
"Okay," he said. "Let's do it."
I gave him another quick kiss on the lips and started to get
up.
"But first," he said, "you have to get naked, too. I don't
want to go over there and be the only one naked."
That seemed fair. I stood in front of the bed and took off my
t-shirt. He sat up and started undoing my jeans. I let him
unzip me and pull my jeans down to my knees, then I stepped
out of them. Then he pulled my underwear down and my hard cock
bounced up. It was practically in his face. He grabbed it and
looked up at me and smiled.
"Kiss it," I said.
He started planting little kisses down the length of it on one
side, then underneath it, and finally on the other side, all
the way back up to the tip. He squeezed it with his hand and a
drop of precum oozed out.
"Taste it," I said.
He pull my foreskin back, then stuck out his tongue and licked
a little bit of precum off the head.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
"I don't know," he said. "It's kinda salty, but it doesn't
taste bad." He gave it another lick and then tentatively put
his lips around the head. I couldn't resist. I pushed into his
mouth. He pulled back a little, but not completely. I placed
my hand on the back of his head and gently encouraged him to
take as much of my cock in his mouth as he could. He got more
than half of my five inches in before he started to pull back.
"We better stop or I'm gonna cum," I said.
He stood up and I took his hand and led him to my mother's
bedroom. She had left the door open and we found her on the
bed, completely naked, with her hands between her legs,
masturbating.
"Whoa!" I heard Tim say. Mom heard him too, and she opened her
eyes and smiled when she us standing in her doorway, both
naked, with our hard cocks pointed at her.
"Oh, God," she said. "I'm so glad you boys decided to come. I
was going crazy here waiting for you. Come here."
I put my hand on Tim's shoulder and urged him forward. We both
climbed into bed. Tim was in the middle, with my mother and I
on either side of him. He turned to his side, facing her, and
I moved in close behind him, pressing my hard cock against his
ass. Tim reached out hesitantly for my mother, and she took
his hands and placed them on her breasts. Then she started
caressing his body, feeling his smooth and soft skin, letting
her hands explore every inch of him. I followed her lead and
started doing the same to him. Then I kissed him on the neck
and shoulders while mom kissed him on the chest, gradually
making her way down to his belly. He was squirming and
responding to the overwhelming stimulation as we both
worshiped his young body. He twisted his head around, grabbed
my head and pulled it toward his face. We kissed passionately.
Mom's kisses had now reached his crotch and he turned onto his
back to give her getter access. He and I stopped kissing and
we both looked down to see her put her lips around his cock.
She moaned as she started sucking him. She looked like she was
trying to swallow him whole, like she had been hungry for boy
cock her whole life and couldn't get enough of it. My own
cock, which had been pressed against Tim's ass had been freed
when he'd moved to his back. It was only inches away from my
mother's face, though she seemed unaware of it.
As I watched my mother pleasuring the boy I loved, I realized
that the incest taboo hadn't been broken. We were sharing this
boy, but we'd both focused our attention on him and had so far
been careful not to touch each other. The proximity of my
exposed hard cock to her face was thrilling. It reminded me of
those times when I was younger and in bed with her, aware of
my little erection and afraid that she would accidentally
touch it. I wasn't afraid anymore.
Then Mom stopped sucking Tim's cock and looked up at us.
"I want you to fuck me, Tim," she said.
She moved onto her back and made Tim climb on top of her. She
spread her pussy lips with one hand and took Tim's little cock
in the other and rubbed the tip of it against her clit. Then
she guided him inside of her, moaning as he penetrated her.
She put both hands on his ass cheeks and held him tightly
against her, moving her pelvis and grinding her cunt against
him. Then he started humping her.
"That's it, Tim," she said between moans of pleasure. "Fuck
me. Fuck me hard."
Tim was getting more and more into it, fucking her faster and
harder as he went. His beautiful young body was glistening
with sweat and he had a look of intense concentration on his
face. Mom's moaning and pleading was getting louder. It was
like watching a live porno happening right in front of me
while I stroked myself slowly, trying not to cum just yet.
Mom, however, was now reaching her climax.
"Oh, God," she cried out, "I'm cumming!" I watched as a
powerful orgasm shook her entire body for what seemed like a
whole minute. Finally, she put her arms around Tim and held
him tightly against her, stopping his humping while she
recovered.
I could tell that Tim hadn't cum yet, so when he slipped out
of her, I got into a position so he could get on top of me and
fuck my face. I could taste my mother's juices on his cock as
it slipped inside my mouth and that made me even hungrier for
it. He basically picked up where he had left off and started
fucking my face the way he'd been fucking my mother's cunt
just a minute ago, going as fast as he could and racing toward
his own climax.
I was concentrating on applying just the right amount of
pressure on his little dick to make him feel good when I felt
my mother's hand squeezing my cock. It was the time she
touched it since that time five years ago when she'd pulled my
foreskin back in the tub. She did the same thing to it now,
and then she took it in her mouth and started sucking on it. I
was so excited, I knew I wouldn't last more than a few
seconds.
I heard Tim grunting. He pushed hard into my face and then I
felt his little cock start to spasm inside my mouth. Then the
most powerful orgasm of my life so far hit me and my cock
exploded in my mom's mouth, gushing jets of hot cum down her
throat. She gulped it all down and continued sucking on my
cock, milking every last drop until my cock head became so
sensitive I had to push her away.
Tim had slipped out of my mouth and collapsed on top of me.
For a moment the three of us remained motionless, a tangled
mess on the bed, catching our breaths. Nobody said anything.
When we were ready to move again, we all got underneath the
covers and fell asleep snuggled up against each other.
The next morning when I woke up Mom had already left the bed.
I could hear the shower running. I looked at the beautiful boy
who was still asleep beside me. So much had happened over a
single weekend. I could hardly remember the way things had
been before, but I knew that it was all changed forever.
Tim's eyes opened and he looked at me and smiled.
"Good morning," he said.
Yes. It was good.
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