The Misfits 
Chapter Four

"What are you doing?" Marcia asked me and I sighed.

"Being grounded. What are you doing?"

"Thinking about you."

"Why?" I smiled at the ceiling and flipped my dick around with my fingers. It wasn't stiff or anything.

"I like to think about you."

"Okay," I said with a shrug. "I wish you were a boy."

"I wish you weren't a fag."

"Are we really weird?" I wondered.

"Yeah," Marcia said with a giggle. "Probably. I'm naked."

"How's your diet?"

"It sucks."

"Did you lose any weight?"

"Since yesterday? I haven't checked."

"You gotta go like a week or something," I suggested. "Checking everyday isn't good."

"Yeah?"

"That's what they said on Oprah."

"You watch Oprah?"

"I'm grounded, remember? It's a teacher workday too, so…"

"Oh."

"I'm playing with my dick."

"I'm playing with my pussy."

"Is it full of cum?" I wondered.

"Yeah," Marcia said, giggling again. "I fucked like five guys. They had huge cocks too. You woulda fainted probably."

"Liar." I laughed.

"I think I love you."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," she sighed. "We should find a real boyfriend."

"Instead of Billy?"

"He sucks."

"I wish!"

"Shut-up! You know what I mean."

"I just want a guy to make out with me."

"I can get a fake mustache if you want."

"Hmmm…"

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah." I nodded into the phone. "I think so."

"Cool."

"I just wish your tits weren't so big."

"I wish your dick was bigger."

"I'm still growing."

"I'm trying to shrink."

"We're definitely weird, Marcia."

"I know."

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Billy had just been fooling around about Marcia being my girlfriend. He and his two friends thought it would be funny spreading the rumor that she'd fallen in love with a thirteen-year-old faggot. It seemed like a dumb joke to me and pretty pointless since nobody would really care. The whole high school knew she was a slut and had been gangbanged by a dozen guys at Billy's house. It wasn't a secret and people even knew I'd been there, sucking cock and getting fucked like my girlfriend. Some of those guys weren't too bright and it had some unexpected consequences.

For one thing, Billy and his two friends didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore, or Marcia for that matter. I guess some of the kids at school had started calling them fags and they didn't like it. Cindy and her little lesbian club didn't like Mark and Dale anyway, so they were telling people how they'd dressed me up like a girl and the two boys had made out with me or something. I wished that was true and every time I heard a new rumor it got bigger and better, like the guys took me out on dates and we went to movies together. People said we made out in the theater and nobody knew because I looked like a hot mall brat with her two boyfriends.

I kind of liked those stories and Marcia would giggle when she told me about them, but apparently Mark and Dale had different ideas and they pretended like they didn't even know me. Billy too, since he was guilty by association and someone started a rumor that Marcia was pregnant with his baby or something. Actually, I think Marcia started that one and she was taking some pills that made her puke anyway because she wanted to get skinny, so everyone thought she had morning sickness. She wasn't going to tell them any different and I guess being bulimic is even more embarrassing than being pregnant.

She got better though once Billy dumped her. At least Marcia didn't have to listen to three jerks tell her how fat and ugly she was while they fucked her. But we really missed the sex a lot, both of us, even though I still had sex with my mom and Mr. Moore. Their wedding was approaching, along with my fourteenth birthday, and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"How long's he been fucking you?" Marcia asked as we sat near the fountain in the middle of the mall.

"About six months," I replied. "How about that guy?"

"He's not a fag," she said.

"He's hot though," I sighed, biting my bottom lip as some college stud walked past us without even a glance.

"I always knew Mr. Moore was a perv."

"Yeah," I agreed. "He's kinda sick."

"Does your mom know?"

"No," I lied. "We do it at school mostly."

"Hmph." Marcia nodded. "That guy's cute."

"Yeah," I agreed and we both stared at a handsome guy as he walked by holding his girlfriend's hand. He didn't look at us either, but his girlfriend kinda sneered at Marcia, I thought. I guess chicks notice when someone's checking out their boyfriends.

"Bitch," Marcia sighed.

"She's ugly anyway," I told her, but actually the girl had looked kinda beautiful and all three of us knew it.

We watched more guys, most of them with someone, but a lot of them were by themselves too.

"I never knew there were so many single guys at the mall."

"You think they're single?" I looked at her.

"No, not like that. I just mean…by themselves, you know, for the moment."

"Oh." I nodded. "I wish I knew how to talk to one of them."

"Nobody talks to anybody at the mall," Marcia decided. "It's weird. Like perfect strangers can sit next to each other for an hour and not even say hello."

"You think?"

"Yeah," she said seriously. "It's like everybody else is invisible."

"I see them."

"Me too," she said with a grin. "But they don't see us."

"Wanna rob a bank?"

"That's why they don't put banks in the mall, I bet."

"All the invisible people would rob it."

"Yeah," she said and we both giggled like idiots. "You wanna go in the bathroom? I can suck your dick."

"No." I turned my head and pointed with my nose. "That guy's hot."

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Marcia had become my best friend, my girlfriend so far as Mom was concerned, but Mr. Moore didn't believe it. He knew I was a total fag and so he liked to tease me about her.

"You don't really fuck that sloppy pussy of hers, do you?" he asked me with a grin.

"N-N-No!" I gasped as he held my naked back against his chest and fucked me in front of the television.

Mr. Moore held my flat tits, pinching them with his fists and nibbling on my neck and shoulders while I bounced my ass on his hard cock. In front of us, on the big flat screen, I could see what we looked like while we had sex. He'd set up a small handy cam and recorded us from the chest down so that our faces didn't appear on the video. Or at least his face, I should say, because he didn't mind filming me earlier while I nursed on his long, fat cock for ten minutes.

"I'll bet you do," he breathed into my ear. "You shove that faggot dick of yours in her pussy all night long."

"Noooo…" I moaned as I rolled my ass around on the full length of his cock.

I could feel it digging into my tummy, stretching my bowels almost painfully, but it felt amazingly wonderful as well. My horny penis and eager balls flopped around, dripping precum all over my tummy and thighs. I felt the desperate need to cum, but I liked the anticipation too. 

"You fuck her just like you fuck your own mother," he told me. "Look at her. She's begging for it."

I turned my head to see my mom sitting on the sofa with her legs spread wide, rubbing her wet pussy while she watched us fuck.

"Tell her to get on your dick," Mr. Moore whispered. "Tell her to fuck you with my cock up your ass."

He slid his hands higher, gripping my shoulders and pulling me all the way down on his erection. He wouldn't let me move up and down at all, but only rock my butt on his lap. My dick stood strained upward, all of five inches long, hard and pointing at the ceiling. My balls ached, they were so ready to explode.

"Mom…" I groaned. "Fuck me…Fuck my dick…"

"With my cock up your ass," Mr. Moore reminded me, but Mom was already moving anyway.

"Yeah...With Mr. Moore's cock in my butt," I said, panting the words as Mom spread her thighs over the padded arms of the recliner.

She lowered her neatly trimmed pussy onto my cock, aiming it with her hand. Her husband-to-be let go of my shoulders so he could reach around her, pulling my mom's tits against my chest while she worked her cunt up and down my rigid penis. She kissed Mr. Moore, leaning past me to suck on his tongue and I came too quickly. Less than a minute after feeling the walls of her sex envelop me completely, my balls began to empty with a rush of semen.

Mom came as well, having been on the edge of her orgasm just as long as me. I watched her pert, round ass roll around on the television as she started grinding herself against my dick. It was the only way I could fuck her, if Mr. Moore got me hard with his gay attentions first. Whenever he wanted to watch my mom and I fuck by ourselves, my penis always went soft and I'd end up licking her pussy or feeling guilty while she tried to suck me to erection.

Any other mom probably would have been glad to know her only son didn't want to have sex with her, but it only frustrated mine. Sometimes she liked to tease me about it, and not in nice, joking sort of ways either. What had started out as kind of a fun game seemed to be turning more and more serious. Like having sex in the living room; it used to be we'd only do it late at night in her bedroom, but Mr. Moore had a way of coaxing my mom into trying new things and I'd already come to understand that he dominated her almost as much as he did me.

I kinda didn't like it, but I didn't know what to do about it either. We were pretty trapped, I thought, and trying to talk to my mom was worse than useless. I didn't even know how anymore.

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After an early dinner one night, Mom wanted to go to the mall and Mr. Moore wanted to stay home and watch Monday night football. Since Mom didn't want to go alone, she made me come with her, but more than that, I think she just wanted to make sure he didn't fuck me while she was gone. The more we had sex, the more possessive she seemed to be and I didn't pretend to understand it, except I knew they argued from time to time. Probably because their entire relationship revolved around fucking me and that can't be too healthy.

This particular Monday happened to be a perfect example of how messed up we really were.

"He's such an ass sometimes," Mom said in the car. "Always telling me what to do."

"I know, Mom," I agreed, simply because that was the easiest way to keep her from getting started on me.

"Whenever I want to do something, he doesn't feel like it."

"Yeah."

"He hardly ever takes me out anymore," she said, honking the horn the second the stoplight turned green. "He always wants to stay home and fuck you."

"I'm sorry," I said softly, looking out the window.

"It's your fault, you little faggot."

"I know, Mom."

"He buys you those clothes," she said, shaking her head and hunched over the steering wheel. "He doesn't buy me anything."

"Uh-huh."

"He thinks I should be happy just because he fucks me three or four times a week?" She gared at me. "I've got needs too, you know."

"He's a jerk."

"I hate him!" She slapped the steering wheel. "I can't believe I'm marrying that asshole!"

"Yeah."

"He should marry you!"

"Maybe," I said with a shrug.

"He loves fucking you!" She pulled into the mall parking lot. "I can't believe my son's a cocksucker."

"I can't help it."

"I've seen the way you suck him off," she told me. "Like a little whore!"

"I am."

"Stuffing your face with his cock," she fumed. "Swallowing his cum like a slut. You're sick."

"Sorry, Mom."

"You sick little pervert!"

"I know."

"Shut-up! I'm tired of listening to you whine all the time!"

She held my hand like a little boy, squeezing my fingers so tightly that her knuckles turned white as she dragged me from store to store.

"Excuse me," Mom said in the Sears store, in the young miss department to be exact. "My son is gay and we're looking for a nice bra and panties set."

"Uh…What?" The salesgirl, a high school girl for sure, smiled nervously, looking between us.

"My son," Mom repeated. "He's a homosexual and I want to buy him something nice, but not too sexy."

"Mom!" I blinked at her, feeling my face burn as the girl stared at me.

"It's hard enough keeping him away from the boys as it is," she explained in a honey dripping voice. "He's just a slut for penis."

"Yeah, um…I don't know…" The girl looked around and her face had turned red too.

"Stop it!" I whispered and she squeezed my hand tighter.

"Oh! Never mind," Mom decided. "Maybe I'll take him to JC Penney instead."

She pulled me away, leaving the girl standing there embarrassed and confused. That's how Mom punished me, by humiliating me in front of total strangers, preferably girls who were close to my own age.

She'd taken revenge on Mr. Moore's credit card to the tune of three or four hundred dollars. That didn't make much sense even to me, since Mom was gonna marry the guy – and his bills – in another month. Maybe other women do that sort of thing too, I have no idea, but if they do, it only made me even happier to be a fag. A punch in the nose would be better than declaring bankruptcy every time I happened to disagree with my girlfriend about something. But I was just a kid too, so what did I know?

"I should just burn all your boy clothes," she said on the way out of the mall a couple hours later.

"What?" I hadn't heard that threat before and usually Mom calmed down a little after shopping.

"You want to be a girl? I can fix that," she decided and I half expected her to turn us around and take me back inside!

"I like being a boy," I said carefully.

"I can give your clothes to the Salvation Army," she said. "I'm sure Carl would just love to dress up his little whore in something sexy for school."

"Ummm…Are you okay, Mom?"

"Me?" she snorted. "I'm not the one fucking a thirteen-year-old boy!"

"Well, you kinda are," I reminded her and I shouldn't have done that.

SMACK!

She spanked my butt! It didn't hurt, but only surprised me and I almost dropped her shopping bags. She spanked me again too, pulling my arm so she could get a better angle and I hadn't been spanked since I'd turned six probably, and never in the parking lot of a shopping mall! Thankfully, this late at night it was dark and there weren't a lot of people around. Nobody saw what was going on, but it made my eyes wet anyway. Not the pain, there wasn't any, but just the idea of being spanked by my mom. That she'd hit me at all, you know?

She spanked me all the way to the car, which wasn't that far away. Mom unlocked the doors and yanked the bags out of my hands, throwing them in the backseat. I just kind of stood there, flushed and blinking back tears and wondering how to make this okay somehow.

"Stop crying, you sissy!" Mom sat sideways on the driver's seat, turned towards the door with her feet on the asphalt. She leaned out of the car to pull me close.

"Mom!" I gasped with a sudden shiver as she tugged my pants and underwear down and pulled me over her knees.

I was almost too big for that, physically I mean, but Mom was still bigger and stronger than me, plus she had a lot of emotion driving her. She spanked my bare butt with her hand and that did hurt! I struggled, but not very much. Mostly I cried and begged her to stop. My feet kicked the open door and I felt sharp little rocks digging into my palms as I pushed against the tar. My butt burned and Mom wasn't saying anything, just grunting with every slap.

"You crybaby," she breathed, rubbing my hot cheeks and sliding her fingers along the cleft of my ass. "You cockteasing, bitch. Stealing my boyfriend? Fucking his cock? You're a slut! Admit it!"

"Ye-esssss!" I hissed as she shoved her middle finger past my sphincter, fucking my asshole while I squirmed across her thighs.

"That's what you like," she said. "Don't lie to me, faggot. You like getting fucked."

"Uh-huh!" I grunted as she put another finger inside my ass, pumping me faster and then adding a third, stretching my dry rectum painfully.

"Does your pussy hurt, little boy?" she teased me, gathering her saliva and spitting it onto her fingers. "You're so soft and tight inside. So hot…Mmmm…No wonder he loves to fuck you."

She worked her spit into my butt, making it easier for her to fuck me. She'd pull my butt cheeks apart with her thumbs and drop large dollops of saliva onto my hole. It felt good, that's the strange thing, and I didn't want to like it, but I did. I felt the rush of shame and guilt, the warm pressure of her fingers sliding in and out of my ass. I bit my bottom lip and tried to stay quiet, not wanting her to know how much I liked being finger fucked. That wasn't easy though, not at all.

"Ummm…Oh!" I clenched my ass around her fingers as she curled them inside me.

"Your dick's hard now, isn't it?" she asked and we could both feel my erection rubbing wetly against her legs.

"Mom!" I whimpered, hunching my hips and fucking my cock between her thighs as she spread them slightly.

"I knew you could do it," she whispered. "I knew you wanted to fuck me. Tell me you love me. Say it!"

"I…Ugh!" I winced as she added her pinky finger, turning her hand, twisting her fingers as she fucked me. "I love you!"

"Now cum for me, faggot," she breathed, jamming her fingers as deep inside my butt as they could get. "Cum for Mommy…Ohhh…Yes!"

I did cum. I groaned as my cock began to spurt between her legs. She closed her thighs tightly around my penis, squeezing it and making me cum that much harder. Mom could feel my rectum clasping her fingers with hungry spasms of pleasure and she held them deep, only wiggling her fingertips to tease my tender flesh. When she pulled them from my butt, she pushed them into her mouth, sucking noisily and using her tongue even as she pushed me off her legs.

"Lick me," she demanded. "Clean that mess up."

We had to be crazy doing it right there in the parking lot, but Mom didn't seem to care and I couldn't say no. I didn't even pull up my pants as I knelt on the asphalt and started licking my own semen from the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs and pulled me higher, shifting on the seat until she nearly slid out of the car and I found myself eating her pussy until she came a moment later with muffled grunts and groans. Mom closed her thighs against my ears and the tangy juices seemed to squirt onto my face like piss. She'd never cum so hard before and I didn't swallow very much, but wore most of it.

"I'm sorry," she sighed after she'd caught her breath, pulling me up and into a tight hug. "I love you so much. I didn't mean it. I love you. I'm sorry."

She kissed my face and mouth, whispering the same words over and over even as her tongue split my lips and I knew she wanted me to fuck her. Mom fell backward across the bench seat and her legs were spread, her skirt hitched up around her waist. Her panties were pulled aside and my dick rubbed against her oily pussy while she kissed me. She tried to get me inside her, but it wasn't going to happen; I'd gone completely soft.

Mom pushed me away, not smiling and not saying anything either. I pulled up my underwear and my pants, looking around nervously just to avoid her frustrated glare. I got in the car and we drove home in silence.

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"What are you doing here?" I asked, frozen in the archway between the living room and dining room. Mom was still in the kitchen.

"I, um…came over to see you," Marcia said, looking flushed and breathing hard as she sat on Mr. Moore's lap in front of the television. He must have just turned it off as he dropped the remote control onto the carpet.

"I told Marcia she could wait for you," he said with a chuckle, giving the girl's big hips a squeeze.

She sat with her back against his chest and they were both dressed, with Marcia's skirt smoothed around her wide-spread thighs. Her legs were outside of Mr. Moore's and it didn't take much imagination to figure out that he had his cock inside her pussy. She'd worn one of those baggy v-neck sweaters she liked and I could see her bra pushed upward, over her tits.

"Ugh!" Marcia made a face as he shifted his hips slightly.

"Where's your mother?" Mr. Moore asked and I looked towards the kitchen.

"She's kinda mad," I told him.

"Hmmm…" He only shrugged at that news and started moving a little more, working his cock around inside Marcia's pussy.

"Ow! Ummmm…Ouch!" She closed her eyes and bit her lip, rocking her body against him as they began to fuck right in front of me.

"Carl?" Mom called out from the kitchen. "Are you still watching that stupid game?"

"Yeah," he replied loudly. "It's…Uh!…almost…Ugh!…done!"

He slid his hands upward, under Marcia's sweater and grabbed her fat tits, mauling them as she moaned loudly. I was torn between wanting them to get caught and trying to avoid the inevitable Armageddon if they were. I couldn't believe Mr. Moore was fucking my best friend. My only friend. And she was fucking him back; it wasn't like he raped her or anything. She rocked his cock like a total slut, shivering and smiling and getting that dumb look on her face that told me Marcia was cumming. I felt betrayed by both of them, the way anyone would.

But the idea of Mom totally coming unglued frightened me and I had to protect her. I loved my mom, even if she was really weird. I turned around and just in the nick of time caught her leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I was bad," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my face between her breasts.

"What?" Mom stiffened for a second, but then her natural instincts took over and she hugged me back. "I'm sorry too. I just love you so much, it makes me a little crazy sometimes."

"I know," I sighed. "I love you, Mom."

"Shhhh…" She kissed my hair and rubbed my back, swaying on her hips as if rocking me to sleep.

"I wish I wasn't a fag," I told her, wondering how long it would take before Mr. Moore dumped his sperm inside Marcia. He could fuck for a long time when he wanted to; it's one of the reasons Mom loved the guy. Me too, I suppose.

"No, don't say that," she whispered. "I like watching you and Carl play together."

"You do?" I asked, knowing it was true.

"Hmmmm...So sexy with his cock in your mouth," she said. "You're such a good cocksucker, it would be a shame if you weren't a fag."

"I like it when you watch us, Mom," I told her. "I want to make you proud of me."

"I know." She kissed my forehead. "Mommy is very proud of her little faggot, don't you worry about that."

"Keeping her warm for me?" Mr. Moore interrupted us with a chuckle.

"We were just having a moment," Mom said with a smile, letting me go as her fiancé stepped close.

"And I was just thinking about you," he told her, reaching around to grab her ass while they kissed.

"I bet you were!" she pouted, reaching for his crotch and massaging his penis. "You're not even hard for me."

"Get on your knees," he told her. "You know how to make it hard."

I stood there just long enough to watch my mom pull Mr. Moore's dark, wet cock out of his trousers. She held it with both hands, semi-erect and slimy with fuck juices, and sniffed it suspiciously. I held my breath waiting for the explosion, but it never came. She opened her mouth and started washing Marcia's cunt off his cock with her tongue. She had to suspect he'd been fucking someone and I didn't understand why Mom didn't go crazy again. Maybe she was tired of being angry, or possibly she didn't want to break up with Mr. Moore a month before their wedding. I didn't know and I didn't really care at that point; just so long as she didn't blame me for it later, I'd be happy.

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"Come here!" Marcia practically squealed as soon as I opened my bedroom door and found her lying on my bed.

"What are you doing?" I asked, but I already knew what she wanted and I'd been well trained.

"Yeah! Lick me! Uhhmmm…Suck the cum out of me! Oh fuck!"

Marcia made a lot of noise as I buried my face between her thighs, digging through the loose, fleshy folds of her cunt to find Mr. Moore's sperm. I tickled her asshole with the tip of my tongue, just to make sure I started at the very bottom, and dragged it upward. I slipped it into her hole and scooped out some salty semen tainted with Marcia's own tart juices.

When she rolled me onto my back and sat on my face it was even better. Gravity helped and she'd push and squeeze her pussy to force thick globs of spermy goo from her cunt. She held herself above my open mouth and let it drip from her puffy labia, breathing hard and smiling as the cum fell onto my tongue. Her hole gaped too! She'd been riding a huge cock and Mr. Moore had stretched her fuck tunnel wide and deep. When Marcia lowered her plump vulva to my mouth, I stiffened my tongue and French kissed her until my lungs burned with the need for fresh air.

"Oh Jesus! Yes! I'm gonna cum! Don't stop! Eat me! Suck my pussy! Bite my clit! Oh fuck!"

She had a clit the size of my pinky, or at least the tip of it, and I sucked on it like a tiny cock. I pinched it with my lips and tickled it with my tongue. I used my teeth and made the girl jerk around like a marionette. Marcia was all over the place, cumming on my chin and then across my nose and eyes as my tongue found her asshole. I began kissing her there too, playing the tip of my tongue around her puckered anus and trying to get inside.

"Uhhh…You bitch! You fucker! Lick my ass! Nyuuuhuh!"

Marcia had another cum right after the first and it hadn't taken long at all. Fifteen minutes of frantic oral sex and we were both satisfied. I'd gotten most of Mr. Moore's spunk out of her pussy and she'd had two really great cums. I didn't really get off on the flavor of her orgasms and licking a sardine can probably would have tasted about the same, but I'm kind of biased anyway. At least I had a tummy full of fresh sperm and the idea of sucking it out of a girl didn't seem so bad as it had only a short while before in Mark's garage. I didn't really mind so much, but when Marcia curled up next to me and rubbed my dick, I wasn't hard at all.

She kissed me anyway, tongue fucking my mouth and telling me she loved me.

"I love you so much," she sighed. "You always know how to make me feel special."

"Yeah," I licked my lips. "I love you too, Marcia."

But I had my fingers crossed because I still felt kinda betrayed.

"Are you mad?" she asked me a little later, pulling my t-shirt over my head and I'd already taken off my pants and underwear.

We were naked on my bed and not for any real reason that I could think of except Marcia wanted us to be. I could have said no to her and I often did, but that was the cool thing, you know? We were equals and that's why we were friends. Neither one of us could be totally honest or open with anyone else but each other. It seemed kind of weird, but I accepted that and I think we both needed it. I mean, you can't go through life without a single best friend because that would suck!

"I was mad. Yeah," I admitted. "I can't believe you fucked Mr. Moore."

"He told me I could wait for you," she explained, "and then he asked me if I wanted to see a movie."

"What movie?"

"Your movie!" she said with a grin. "God! How did you even get his dick in your mouth?"

"I just suck the head mostly," I said. "It's too big."

"It's huge!" Marcia giggled. "It kinda hurt when he got it all the way inside me."

"Really?"

"Just a little," she said. "And you were fucking all of it in the video!"

"Yeah," I replied with a grin of my own. "I had a lot of practice though."

"I can't believe you can take it," she sighed. "You're such a fag."

"That's what I keep telling you," I whispered, rubbing her back as we lay on our sides facing each other.

Our feet played together and I could feel her soft, fat tits against my thin chest. Marcia had that look in her eyes and I knew she wanted to kiss me. More than that, I knew she wanted to fuck me. I closed my eyes trying to think about guys I'd like to kiss, running through my favorite fantasies and wishing my dick would get hard. I didn't want to have sex with her for me, but just to make Marcia happy. It was no good though and when I almost thought I might feel a twitch in my penis, she decided to make out some more and spoiled it.

"It's not fair, you know." Marcia frowned later.

"What?"

"You fuck your mom, but you won't fuck me."

"Oh." I'd kind of forgotten about that part of the video. "You're not gonna say anything, are you?"

"Of course not," she sighed, kissing my mouth. "Don't be silly."

I kissed Marcia back, but not very well and she didn't get mad. We just lay there together and that was nice. I liked being close to her and talking about stuff. I liked hanging out with her and Marcia could be funny sometimes and she wasn't stupid at all, not like Billy and those guys said. So we lay there and after awhile we listened to my mom getting fucked by Mr. Moore and she made a lot of noise. Marcia played with my dick and I fingered her pussy and wished she had a big, hard cock instead. I let her kiss me again and I think she even had a little cum before we fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Marcia was already gone.

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A couple days later I came home from school as usual and had a strange sense of déjà vu when I saw Billy, Mark, and Dale sitting in the living room. They were drinking red Kool-Aid, sprawled on the furniture like they lived there. Billy had his arm around Marcia and she sucked on her lips and refused to meet my eyes with hers. My mom sat on the edge of one of the chairs with her legs crossed tightly and her arms over her chest, looking all wrapped up as she held herself.

"There's the porn star!" Mark said with a grin. "Close the door, fagboy!"

"Yeah," Dale agreed. "Have a seat. We were waiting for you."

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, closing the door behind me, but not moving very much at all.

"It's pretty dumb fucking your own mom on video," Billy said with a sad shake of his head.

"One of your teachers too!" Mark laughed. "What a moron!"

"It could fall into the wrong hands if you're not careful," Billy continued.

"Like police hands," Dale said. "A little fag like you getting molested? That's bad!"

"You got a bad mommy," Mark shook his head. "And giving the video to a stupid cunt like Marcia…"

"That's really dumb!" Dale chuckled. "Never trust a slut, fagboy."

"You took it?" I stared at Marcia. "You gave it to them?"

"Sorry," she said softly. "I wanted Billy to like us again."

"I do like you, Marcia," he told her, squeezing her shoulder and pulling her closer. "You're my girlfriend now."

"We need a girlfriend too," Mark said, looking at Dale who nodded.

"A hot one," he agreed. "Who likes to fuck as much as Marcia does."

"Your mom likes to fuck," Billy said as if the thought had just occurred to him. "She's pretty hot too."

"Some serious MILF action there," Mark agreed, rubbing his crotch and leering at my mom.

"What do you want?" she asked softly, looking down at her hands.

"We just told you," Dale said. "Pay attention, slut!"

"You're going to be our girlfriend," Mark told her. "Or else that video's gonna go everywhere."

"Every-fuckin-where!" Dale grinned. "I can't believe how stupid you guys are!"

"Leave her alone," I told them. "Get out of here!"

"You better sit down and shut-up, fagboy," Billy told me. "Unless you wanna end up in a foster home someplace."

"They won't let you go to jail with your mom," Mark said. "The cops are kinda dicks that way."

"Maybe you could go live with your dad," Dale suggested. "Except you fucked your mom."

"That might freak him out." Mark nodded. "Nobody likes a motherfucker."

"Especially a fag motherfucker," Billy said. "Does your dad know you're a cock munching homo? Maybe you can suck him too."

"Stop it!" Mom glared at Billy.

"Stop it!" He grinned at her. "You sound just like fagboy when you say that."

"What do you want?" she asked again.

"I dunno." Billy shrugged and started tugging Marcia's skirt up her thighs. "Why don't you crawl over here and kiss my girlfriend's pussy?"

"Billy!" Marcia giggled and blushed.

"Oh man! Lesbians!" Dale gave Mark a high five.

"W-What?" Mom blinked at him.

"And you can suck my dick while she does it," Billy told me. "Get over here."

"No!" I frowned at him, but my mom slid slowly off her chair and onto her knees. I didn't know why she seemed so quick to accept being blackmailed like that, but I never knew what my mom was thinking anyway.

"She's gonna do it!" Marcia said, licking her lips and spreading her legs even wider.

"You'd better do it too, cockbitch," Dale said. "We made like ten copies already."

"More like fifteen," Mark corrected him. "All we gotta do is buy some stamps."

"After we put it on the internet," Dale agreed, grinning at me and licking his lips. "With your name and address and phone number all over it."

"Fuck yeah," Mark said. "Once it's on the net, you can't ever get it off either."

"Like your pictures!" Dale laughed. "They're gonna be floating around out there forever."

"Pull her panties down," Billy told my mom and she'd crawled across the carpet to kneel at Marcia's feet. "Lift your ass, girlfriend."

"Yeah," Marcia whispered, smiling as she lifted her hips and let my mom tug her panties off.

"Come here, faggot," Billy told me with a small jerk of his head. "You know you wanna suck my dick anyway. Take it out for me."

I did want to suck him, that's the worst part. I trembled with nervous excitement, shame and guilt, the feelings Billy and his two friends always filled me with. The same feelings Mom gave me and now they owned her too. My sexy, blonde mom in her yellow sundress, pulling Marcia's panties off one foot and then the other. Billy reached beneath her, cupping one of my mom's tits as I walked towards them. I saw her shiver as Marcia spread her legs again, offering Mom her fat, hairy cunt already glistening with girl goo.

"You're not wearing a bra," Billy said. "Nice tits too. You should have tits like these, Marcia. Fuck! They're sweet!"

"Should have an ass like hers too," Mark told Marcia as he stood up and started taking off his clothes. "Or fagboy's; he's got a sweet little pooter!"

"As soon as I saw your mom's ass on the video," Dale sighed as he undressed as well. "Shit! I almost came in my pants, fagboy!"

"Sure it wasn't that big dick hammering the faggot's ass?" Mark teased him with a grin.

"Fuck! That cock was huge!" Dale shook his head. "How'd you get all that in your ass, faggot?"

"He's a fuckin' slut," Billy said, watching me unbuckle his belt and open his pants. "He could probably fuck both you guys at the same time!"

"No shit!" Dale laughed. "We gotta try that sometime!"

"I don't want my dick touching yours!" Mark told him.

"Hmmm…Lick my pussy," Marcia whispered, holding my mom's head with both hands as she pressed her face between the girl's thighs.

"Is she doing it?" Billy wondered, lifting his hips and helping me get his pants and underwear down.

"Oh yeah! Uh-huh!" Marcia breathed, nodding her head. "She's sucked pussy before!"

"No shit?" Billy grinned at me. "You got a dyke for a mom? That's so cool."

Mom made loud, wet slurping sounds as she lapped the juices from Marcia's cunt. She held the girl's chubby thighs, sliding her hands up and down the girl's smooth skin and wagging her butt like a playful puppy. It was obvious to all of us that my mother wasn't exactly reluctant and maybe she had licked out a girl before because she was definitely into it. Marcia didn't have to force her to do anything, she just stroked my mom's golden hair, keeping it out of her face while Mom worked her tongue eagerly along the pink slit beneath her.

I had Billy's swollen cock in my fist and I'd missed it a lot more than I'd realized. After he'd dumped Marcia, him and the other boys had pretty much dumped me too, but now they were back and part of me felt happy about that. The sick part of me that wanted to be abused and humiliated, that enjoyed being forced to do perverted things for their pleasure. As I stretched my mouth around the familiar glans, I watched my mom from the corner of my eye. We were next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, Mom sucking off a girl while I sucked off a boy.

I wondered if I was queer in my genes.

"Fuck me!" Mom gasped over her shoulder, red faced and wet with Marcia's cunt juice. "Put your cock inside me!"

"What a slut!" Mark said, lifting her dress and flipping it over my mom's back as he knelt behind her.

"Just like fagboy," Dale agreed, reaching around my waist to unbutton my pants and push them down.

"She's got a great tongue!" Marcia giggled, lifting her butt off the sofa to fuck my mom's face. "God! She's almost as good as the faggot!"

"Nobody's as good as fagboy," Billy said, pushing and pulling my mouth along his cock. "He's a natural born cocksucker!"

Mark pushed is cock inside my mom's pussy and I heard the slapping of his pelvis against her ass, saw her body rocking back and forth with his rapid thrusts. At the same time, Dale pressed his prick against my asshole and rammed half of it inside my butt with one quick grunt. It burned for a second and felt like someone had punched me down there, but I liked that sensation a lot and I pushed myself backwards to meet him.

"Ow! Fucker! Watch the teeth, faggot!" Billy slapped the side of my head. "Use more tongue."

They fucked my mom and me side-by-side, laughing about how cool it was and how quickly her pussy got wet for Mark.

"She's fuckin' soaked, dude!" he told Dale. "This bitch is into it!"

"Yeah, but she isn't as tight as fagboy, I bet!" the other boy replied.

"A hot slut like her?" Billy said. "She's probably fucked miles of cock. Ain't that right, Mommy?"

He grabbed a fistful of my mom's hair, pulling her head up.

"Y-Yessss…" she breathed. "I love cock! Fuck...Ughhhh...Me!"

"Suck on this one for awhile," Billy told her, pushing me away and bringing her panting mouth to his prick.

"Hey!" Marcia frowned. "I was getting close!"

"Shut the fuck up. The slut wants to finger you anyway," he said and Mom had already snaked her hand between Marcia's thighs, pumping the girl's pussy with three fingers and thumbing her clit.

"Turn around, fag! Get out of those clothes." Dale pulled his cock out of my rectum, leaving me with a dull, empty ache. "Lie down. Time to suck my asshole for awhile."

He sat on my face with his balls on my chin and his sweaty ass covering my open mouth. I lapped at his tight, puckered anus and tasted him bitter and salty, stinking of rich male musk as I tried to work my tongue inside his ass. My dick strained with excitement and Dale groaned as he tensed his muscles, pushing his asshole outward, and when he relaxed again it seemed to suck my tongue inside. I worked on getting deeper, wriggling it around while I teased him with lips.

Marcia sat on my penis, straddling my hips and fucking herself up and down quickly. At least she didn't have to worry about my dick going soft, not while I tongue fucked Dale's dirty ass. I could barely breathe and my face was bathed with spit and sweat, but I didn't care. Marcia's cunt felt like a hot sponge around my dick, wet and vague as she wasn't very tight at all. She made me cum anyway, at least she was good for that, but it wasn't much different than being jerked off for me. I didn't think of it as real sex, you know?

They put my mom on the floor next to me, undressing her completely and Marcia squatted over her face, feeding Mom the incestuous semen seeping from her pussy.

"Sperm sucking whore!" Marcia groaned. "Suck my pussy! Suck the faggot's cum out of me!"

"Fuck!" Billy grunted as he pushed his cock inside my mom's hole. "This bitch isn't tight at all. I should fuck her in the butt maybe."

"Look out, Marcia…" Mark pushed her off my mom's face. "I want her to eat my ass."

"Jerk! I didn't get to cum yet!" Marcia pouted and then contented herself with sucking my dick and playing with my balls.

I had another boner and her mouth felt better than her pussy, but I'd opened Dale's asshole wide enough to get half my tongue inside him by then. It pinched a little and my tongue grew tired quickly fighting his tight hole, but I was fucking his ass with my mouth and I loved it. Dale liked it too, obviously, and I jerked him off blindly over my neck until he finally lost it. Hot boy cum spurted across my chest all the way down to my tummy and a second later Marcia was right there to lick the gooey stuff of my body.

When Dale got off my face, Marcia lay on top of me, shoving her cummy tongue inside my mouth and kissing me deeply. She put my cock inside her again and I didn't go soft this time. We could actually fuck for the first time, just the two of us making out while she rode my stiff penis with her fat cunt. At least until Mark slid his cock against mine, pushing his bigger dick inside her pussy at the same time and that made it feel good. For Marcia too as she started bucking against the both of us, riding two cocks at once.

I could see my mom beside us, getting fucked by Billy with her shapely legs wrapped around the boy's hips. Dale had taken Mark's place and fed her his semi-hard cock. It grew to full erection quickly as Mom held his ass and pulled him between her ripe lips until his balls mashed against her chin. She sucked noisily, making a mess as spit and precum spilled around the shaft and down her flushed cheeks. I watched for a few seconds and then Marcia wanted to kiss me again, whispering into my mouth how much she loved me.

"I'm sorry," she breathed. "I had to do it. I love you."

It seemed like totally the wrong time and place for that stuff and I didn't say anything to her. I just wanted to fuck and get fucked. After Billy came inside my mom, he pushed his slimy dick between our kiss and Marcia and I both cleaned the fuck fluids off him. He'd push his dick into my mouth and then hers, sometimes we'd kiss around it as he quickly grew stiff once again. I came again, the constant rubbing of my dick against Mark's getting me off. His balls would slap mine and when he felt my penis spasm beneath his, he came too. Our cocks jerked together, both of us unloading a flood of hot ball cream into Marcia's sloppy fuck hole.

She wanted me to eat her out again, of course, and I shoved my tongue inside her eagerly as she sat on my face and then leaned forward so that Billy could fuck her while I licked and kissed around them. Someone pulled my legs up, Mark I thought, and rammed his cock inside me. My horny asshole swallowed the boy's prick easily while bubbling cum squirted from around the Billy's penis as it plunged in and out of Marcia. I lapped the stuff up, sucking the froth into my mouth and swallowing it down. When Marcia came, I got a fresh flood of oily girl juice and I swallowed as much of that as I could too.

Before Billy could cum, he took Mark's place in my ass and Marcia got into a sixty-nine so she could suck my dick and grind her pussy against my mouth. Every now and then the boy would pull out of me and shove his dirty penis into her mouth. Marcia held my legs high and she lapped my balls and then lower, licking around my asshole and the hard cock punching into it. He pulled out again and she tongue fucked my gaping asshole, gathering her saliva and spitting it into my hole so that Billy could push it into my bowels a second later.

Dale and Mark tag teamed my mom, putting her on top of Mark with his cock buried inside her pussy while Dale pushed his cock inside her ass. She fucked both of them, gasping and groaning, demanding that they fuck her harder and deeper. She must have cum a bunch of times, trapped between two teenage boys half her age. When I could catch a glimpse of her face she looked like she'd died and gone to heaven, smiling and giggling breathlessly, kissing Mark and tongue fucking his mouth with her perfect tits crushed against his chest.

Billy finished by cumming inside me and then waiting for several minutes until he could relax enough to give me a piss enema. I sighed contentedly beneath the warmth of his urine filling my gut and when he pulled out, Billy pulled Marcia's mouth to my stretched sphincter so she could drink his piss as it flowed from my ass. He made Mom wash his cock clean while Dale pissed in her ass and Mark let his bladder go in her cum-filled pussy. She didn't complain at all, but only suckled on Billy's cock until it grew hard enough that he could plow her pissy rectum after the other boy had pulled out.

Dale had Marcia suck him hard again and Mark took me. We spent a long time changing partners with the boys holding their orgasms back and just playing musical holes. They had us on our backs, laying next to each other with Marcia on my left and Mom on my right. We'd look at each other with lust glazed eyes, panting for air and shivering as we were relentlessly fucked. We giggled and the girls were cumming as my own hard penis slapped my tummy and thighs with every thrust. The room stank of cum, sweat, and piss. My mom looked like a pig, hardly beautiful anymore, but we were all ugly and sticky and too happy to care. We were all sluts for Billy and his two friends and we knew it.

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"This is what you get for fucking my boyfriend," Marcia said as Billy, Mark, and Dale got dressed.

They'd fucked us for two hours and nobody knew if Mr. Moore would be showing up or not. I wondered if they planned on blackmailing him too. He might not take it as well as my mom did.

"You keep your cunt off him from now on," Marcia continued. "He loves me, not you!"

She squatted over my mom's face in the middle of the living room and started pissing. Mom didn't move, but only shivered as she rubbed her sperm-filled pussy with both hands and opened her mouth wide. Marcia lowered her pussy and Mom's lips closed around the girl's vulva. She swallowed quickly, but couldn't hope to keep up and pale yellow girl pee streamed down Mom's skin, into her hair and soaking into the carpet.

"Lick me clean, bitch!" Marcia demanded and I watched as my mom's tongue bathed her pussy for several minutes.

I felt too tired to be shocked or even surprised, although I didn't really expect Marcia to be quite so mean or dominant or whatever you want to call it. She must have been mad though and I guess that's why she'd swiped the video and given it to Billy, not only because she did love fucking those guys, but because she was jealous. Marcia loved me and I'd fucked my mom, but I wouldn't fuck her. She just wanted to get even and before she got dressed and left with the laughing boys, she spit in my mom's piss drenched face and then gave me a deep, French kiss.

"I love you, faggot," Marcia whispered. "Call me later, okay?"

Girls can be so weird sometimes.

 

Chapter 5