****** Whose Mother? by Lisle ******
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Whose Mother?


Well to be honest it has been it has been at least ten years since I talked
with anyone directly involved with it all, and now it has been more than forty
years since it all happened. Yet there are some defining moments in your life
that you never forget. True, details become blurred with time and perhaps some
details that still exist may have come from second hand accounts or perhaps
even from an over active imagination; the realities of the moments are still
there. It all started the summer of 1952 in Chicago. For those of you who can
relate to the time fame there is no need to explain further the attitudes of
sex and such topics of the time. But for those who never knew the '50's, let me
briefly explain the attitudes that prevailed. First sex was only done by
married couples in the private confines of their own beds. Movies literally
showed no sex to speak of, and magazines, even "men's," showed no frontal
nudity; even nipples had to be covered or air brushed out--- unless you count
the National Geographic which showed some ugly African women now and then. Sex
education came from stories told on the streets by the older boys or maybe some
"seedy" adult.

The news rarely wrote about sex crimes. Attitudes toward rape heavily ran
toward the feeling that the woman was not the victim but really wanted it to
happen, and was somehow a tinted lady. Divorce was a sin: and men felt all
divorced women were sex hungry because they had it regularly and now somehow
needed it from any man that they could get it from. Needless to say this
attitude scared the hell out of other "good " women, who often took great pains
to push the divorced woman out of their circle. In general the country was
still somewhat puritan compared to the 1990's. Oh sure if you were an adult,
there were places to go, like burlesque shows, where the women could strip only
to a g-string and pasties. And there were "smokers," "stag parties" where
whores would perform. And magazines that came wrapped in brown paper that
"showed it all."

Now, school had only been out for a couple of weeks and we had already become
bored with playing "Cowboys and Indians," "Cops and Robbers," "Great white
hunters," even playing baseball. Our minds had suddenly begun to burn on the
topic of sex, fed in great part by the age we were at and fueled by stories
from the older boys in the neighborhood. But it was my closest pale's, Red,
father who set our minds on fire!

The man was a drunk and a con man who had minor brushes with the law throughout
his life. Most of his cons ended in failure but this never stopped him, and
now, unknowing to us, he was working on his greatest con. The man fed us with
stories of every form of sex you could think of. We hung on every word. He even
got us a "brown paper" magazine of bondage drawings to gawk at: no depictions
of pubic areas though. It almost became a ritual after dinner to go over to the
old dilapidated two flat were Red lived and sit on the front steps to wait for
his father to come out and talk with us.

After several days of feeding us stories and pictures the old fox had us
obsessed with getting ourselves a grown woman for our sex slave ---to do what
we wanted to do with her. Red's father gave us a plan to capture, as it was, a
woman who we all knew and to then make her our sex slave. Naturally he would
help, assuring us we'd not get into any trouble. Still as I picked up the
newspaper and brought it into the apartment, then laying it on the kitchen
table as always, I couldn't help but wonder why the man was so willing to help
us.

There was the usual cup of coffee on the kitchen table, and with trembling
hands I poured the powder I had been given by Jimmy into the coffee. Red's
father told Jimmy what to get from his father's drug store and what amount I
was to put into the drink. I finished stirring the powder into the drink when I
heard her come to the table with her usual cheery good morning. She asked me if
I was all right-- I looked awfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had
been a hot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what I was to do kept
me awake most of the night.

I didn't say anything as I watched her take the first drink. Then for some
reason I rambled off about the hot night and my inability to sleep. As she took
another drink, I nervously rambled on. I don't know why I kept talking, perhaps
I wanted to make sure the drink worked, or at least didn't kill her. The phone
rang, and I knew it was Red asking her to stop over on her way to work to help
him--- he was sick and his parents were gone. I quickly glanced at the clock--
- it was exactly 7:00 a.m. just as we planned it.

I studied her as she talked--- she was a modest woman liked by everyone and for
the first time I thought she was just more than a bit pretty. She was on her
way to work and was dressed in a dress, nylons and heels, with a small white
hat and matching gloves at the ready. In the 50's people still dressed up to go
to work or for most any outing, like church or going out to eat. I stared at
her as she put down the phone and let out a big yawn. She laughed and said that
the coffee was to wake her up not put her to sleep. With that she finished her
coffee and after placing the cup back on the table said she had to stop at my
friend's house and that she better be going. After a big yawn and another laugh
she told me I'd better get going and finish delivering the papers.

I ran down the stairs with great excitement confident that the drug was working
just as we were told it would. Then it hit me--- what if she past out on the
sidewalk or something. Now I feared that we'd all be caught, and began to feel
sick to my stomach as I came to the alley. I wanted it to happen-- yet I
didn't. I wanted her to pass out on the sidewalk, then it would be all over--
- no one would suspect that I drugged her. I hid behind a fence waiting for her
to cross the alley to Red's two flat.

What was only five minutes seemed like an hour before I saw her slowly crossing
the alley, with unsure steps, then turn up the walk to the side entrance to
Red's street level flat. The sun was hot already and it was still muggy as
hell, and I was sweating bullets. But most of the sweat came from the fact that
my heart was pounding so hard that I thought it was going to jump out of my
chest. I planned it this way: I'd go in after she entered the flat. Because if
the drug didn't work, the other five were to attack her and capture her anyway.
To me this was nothing but a failure waiting to happen. I knew Ed and Tommy,
was scared enough and too timid to do it; they'd chicken out leaving Red, Jimmy
and Billy to try. Hell she was as tall and probably weighed as much if not more
than as each of us, so I couldn't see her not being able to fight the three
off. Besides she was an adult!

As she opened the broken screen outer door, she swayed noticeably before
entering into the small and narrow visitable. I heard myself saying
breathlessly in excitement that it was going to work--- that is, was working.
Just then I saw her stumbling back out the screen door. I held my breath in
disappointment, only to see Red and Jimmy quickly grab her by each arm and pull
her back inside. I looked around quickly to see if anyone saw. But there was no
one around to see.

I took off like a bat out of hell and raced for the flat. I didn't care now if
it was wrong or not, and I didn't think of why Red's father was so anxious to
help us. Hell I didn't even care if she were awake--- I'd help them capture
her.

I swung open the noisy broken screen door and entered the vestibule--and
stopped. The screen door banged shut behind me and I stood staring into Red's
dark flat. The damn place was always dark and depressing even in the day time.
I stood there as my eyes adjusted. There were no sounds. The usual smell of
stale cigarette smoke, and booze, mingled with the smell of mold where there--
- but no sound. Suddenly in my mind I wondered if this were nothing but a
practical joke being played on me. I felt my face redden with anger, waiting
for them all to start laughing at me.

My eyes were almost adjusted to the dim light and I stepped slowly thru the
inner door determined not to act embarrassed if this all were nothing but a
joke. As I stood in the doorway, I looked down at the always opened hide-a-bed.
There she was laying face down totally past out. Red and the others stood
around her like the dwarfs looking down at snow white. Red grinned at me and in
a low voice said she was out like a light. The others excitedly whispered and
giggled. Finally Jimmy began to shout; saying how she'd be out all day just
like Red's father told us she would. So far Red's old man was right, and now I
really didn't give a damn if what we were going to do was right or wrong. Nor
did Tommy and Ed who both protested the most, that this was all wrong. We were
all there because of our own foolish egos and fear of being called cowards and
not "cool."

Billy had placed two of his father's cameras facing toward the old ratty couch
at the one end of the room. I checked to make sure the shades on the two
windows behind the couch had been pulled down, then I looked up at the ceiling
where some nights earlier we, with Red's fathers help drilled three hooks, in a
triangle, into the ceiling just in front of the couch. Billy held up a camera
he had around his neck and asked if we should get started. The moment of truth
was at hand!

Red looked at me for my reaction. I just shrugged my shoulders. With that he
knelt on the bed and began to unbutton the back of her dress. Jimmy had picked
up her hat and had placed it on Tommy's head and went back watching as Red
finished undoing the buttons, then taking off her gloves, he told Tommy to put
them on, saying he would look more natural wearing them. Tommy gladly did so.

We all smiled board silly smiles as we watched her dress open, exposing her
slip. Red stood up and asked Jimmy to help stand her up. Jimmy laughed and said
she almost gave him and Red a heart attack when they tried to pull her inside.
He was right. She was a load. Both he and Red tried pulling her up off the bed
to no avail. Ed and I had to help. Finally, with Red holding her up by one arm
and Jimmy the other, I helped them work her dress over her shoulders. Then as I
struggled to pull her dress down to her feet, Billy flashed the first picture.
Jimmy was groaning and pleading for me to be faster; he was about to collapse.
I handed the dress to Tommy, who after taking off her hat and gloves, took it
outside and hung it up on a cloths' line as a signal for Red's father that all
was going as planned.

I took Jimmy's place and found her limp body to be heavier than I thought it
would have been. But with Red's help the two of us walked her over to the
hooks. Ed and Billy had hung the harness we had made to the front two hooks and
were attaching the harness to the rope hanging from the hook in the back of the
triangle. It was Red and his father's idea to take belts and make harness;
which turned out quite well. I took and slipped the straps of her slip and bra
down over her shoulder as did Red, then we each slipped one end of the
respective belt under each of her arm pits, we fastened them just as we would
have with our own pants. Jimmy had fastened the harness to the rope: As Red and
I held her, Jimmy, Ed, Tommy and Billy pulled her up and secured the rope to a
hook placed into the window ledge behind the couch.

We stepped back and admired our efforts. Here we had this full grown woman
hanging inches off the floor clad only in her slip. Her head slumped forward
and her body tilted forward with her arms limply hanging at her sides. As Billy
snapped a picture, I couldn't wait any longer: I stepped forward and dropped to
my knees and pulled off her slip. As I pulled if off I stared up into her
lovely face with her eyes partially open and wondered if she could see me. For
a moment the thought froze me. But when the slip passed down to her waist
leaving her two large breasts covered only by a white bra, staring back at me--
- I could have cared less if she was awake or not. Damn they were big!

Mouths hung half open, tongues licked lips and eyes were wide open with
anticipation. Red jumped past me saying to me how he told me she was built
bigger than the other mothers and teachers we had talked about --- and much
prettier. I didn't debate him this time for he was right, she appeared to have
a really big set of tits. Red was almost panting as he grabbed the back of her
bra and began struggling with unfastening it. He fumbled and fumed as he fought
to get it open--- finally it opened.

Holding the bra closed Red stepped to one side of the woman, and with a
triumphant yell yanked the bra from her. Out dropped two large mounds of flesh
topped by two large and dark aureoles. I let out a loud "Oh wow" as they
dropped inches from my face. Everyone cheered and giggled uncontrollably
grabbing at erections that suddenly--- popped up. Billy clicked off several
pictures from as many angles he could while the rest of us talked about her
tits and her nipples--- especially her nipples.

Finally, with Jimmy's help, Red began to slowly peel down her panties: As her
panties slipped further down you could have heard a pin drop. Then there was a
sudden and loud gasp from some of us as her pubic hair appeared. I guess we all
were somewhat amazed that there was hair between her legs. Jimmy and Red came
over and joined the rest of us onlookers. With Red holding her bra and Jimmy
her panties, we stared almost with reverence at the sight. There she was
hanging limply with her bare breasts hanging down, her private area--not so
private now; clad only in her girdle and nylons. She was quite a beautiful
sight indeed.

Sure we all agreed we could not fuck her: that was part of Red's father's plan
because he knew some of us would have a problem with that, since we all knew
her. But then again he said to go ahead and have fun. With that in mind, Red
again looked over at me, looking for my reaction. Hell it was no problem. No
problem; that is until Ed sighed out loud, and turning to me to tell me how
beautiful my mother was!

My mother hung there in all her glory for my friends to see. To be what my
friends hoped, would be our sex slave. I don't know how long I stood there
frozen with guilt as I thought back to the night Red's father told us to get
one of our mothers. His logic was that no mother could stop loving her son or
let him or his friends get in trouble. He went on to tell us to get pictures--
- he'd get them developed for us and no one else would see them. Now I realized
that he'd see them! Someone asked me if there was something wrong with me. I
nodded no and continued to stare at my mother and remembered how the old fox
told us that he and his wife would "convince" her to cooperate with us, and let
herself be our sex slave. None of us thought to ask how or what he meant by;
"convince." Nor did I volunteer her--- we put our mother's names in a hat. I
had almost backed out and was willing to be labeled a "chicken" and lose their
friendships. However a fight with my parents ended in my being told by my
mother that I couldn't go on the fishing trip with my dad and brother, made me
change my mine. Of course my mother forgave me, but only after my brother and
dad left to go fishing for the next two weeks, and made me stay with her
instead of sending me to an aunt's for the two weeks. The rest as they say is
history.

Red whispered into my ear about how much she was a mother to him and that he
loved her more than his own and still would respect her. As he pleaded his
case, I thought how true it was: More mornings found him having breakfast with
us, my mother looked after him more than his own parents-- that was why it was
so easy to get her to drop by on her way to work. Finally the sight of her
became too much for me and it was rather easy to agree with him. Besides no one
was going to fuck her.

I grinned at him and nodded my head. Red shouted a yes and flew to my mother.
He grabbed both breasts and began to rub and squeeze them. His fingers began to
play with her nipples. With that I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed one
of her breasts and found it to be a most wonderful feeling. Then I touched her
nipple with the tips of my fingers then like Red; I held it between my two
fingers. Soon all my friends were rubbing and squeezing her breasts, and
playing with her nipples.

Red and Jimmy had stepped behind her limp body as my fingers timidly touched
her pubic hairs. I stared intently at the hairs until Jimmy shouted to Billy to
come back with them and get a picture of this. I looked around my mother and
saw Jimmy and Red on their knees. Each held one of her ass checks apart so that
the others and Billy's camera could see her asshole.

Finally Red and I began to explore her pubic area. Our fingers landed on a
protrusion of flesh and as we rubbed and stroked it we felt it thicken. Red
knelt on his knees along with Jimmy and began to part her most private lips.
Jimmy's hand pulled away in disgust as wetness started to appear. With that I
found myself down on my knees, replacing Jimmy. Like Red I took a lip and
pulled it apart, even as the slime began to cover my fingers. Red told Tommy
and Ed to grab her legs and make like a wish bone with her. With the two boys
holding her legs up and wide apart, a moist pink hole appeared. That's where
you fuck; Billy said eagerly taking several pictures. Jimmy stroked the
hardened protrusion of flesh and it seemed that with each stroke the hole
became wider and wetter.

First it was Red who stuck, one, then two, then three, then four fingers into
my mother's vagina, next came Jimmy, who complained about the gooey feeling,
next was Ed and then Tommy who complained even more.

Billy asked me to hold the cameras so that he could finger her as well. I let
him, but I couldn't do it to her.

After she was well explored and her ample white breasts were covered with red
blotches, and as her body dripped with sweat from the heat--- as did ours--- we
began to pose with her. Red and I held her legs wide apart for a picture. I had
no problem with doing it; after all Red's father promised that her face would
be air brushed out if Billy forgot himself.

When we took her down and plopped her limp body down in Red's mother's large
over stuffed chair, we were so hot and sweaty that it was necessary for Ed and
me to go outside to cool off. Outside wasn't much better but at least there was
some fresh air. Ed pointed to the cloths line where my mother's dress, bra and
panties fluttered in the breeze. Ed had a big smile on his face. When we went
back inside the others had, my mother propped up in the chair with each leg
hanging over one of the arms and all of them had removed their cloths standing
next to her with their youthful erections. Ed and I broke out laughing: however
we too were soon naked. We then moved her to the bed where we all posed with
her holding her breasts and fingering her vagina.

It was almost noon time and it was time to dress her and leave her on the bed
for Red's parents to find. That was part of the plan. Getting her back into her
bra was hysterical and I must admit that Red and I had a grand time doing it.

We all left together and had barely gotten outside when the old fox appeared.
He smiled broadly asking if we had fun. I stood back not saying anything and
could only listen as the others excitedly described my mother to him. He
listened and laughed then took all the film Billy had taken. Then very
seriously he told us to tell absolutely no one about what we had done. Not to
worry; he was sure that they could convince her not to be mad and to let us use
her as our sex slave. As he talked, his three hundred pound wife had come up
behind us and went into their flat. Now I began to feel rather bad and full of
guilt. I felt worse when she came out and wagged her finger at us telling us
how naughty we were.

Suddenly Red's mother broke into a big fleshy smile telling us, particularly
me, that it was all right. She went on to say that if it were her; she wouldn't
care. Then knowing exactly what we'd say, she asked us if we wanted her instead
of whom we had. It was rather awkward as we all looked down trying not to puke
at the thought. She laughed and told us to run along and come back around 5:00
p.m. then go and meet Red's father at Jimmy's fathers drug store.

We went off to Tommy's mother's little store behind their house, just across
the alley from Red's, to get some junk to eat. While we were in there, I could
see Red's father coming out of their flat and hurry down the alley carrying a
bag with all of Billy's film. We took what we wanted and headed to a park to
play some baseball with some other friends; instead we sat beneath some tall
bushes talking about Mrs. S and her big tits. How Mrs. S had hair between her
legs. The feeling of Mrs. S wet vagina and how nice her ass was. The idea of
talking about my own mother and joking with my closest friends didn't bother
me, but when the talk of her being our sex slave and what they would like to do
with Mrs. S, did begin to bother me. More over I began to feel terrible about
the fact that Red's father was going to see my mother naked and the things we
did to her. Suddenly the whole thing seemed very wrong.

When the time came to meet Red's father, we ran as fast as we could and didn't
stop until we came to Jimmy's father's drug store, which was well past where we
lived. We piled into the store and sat at a table near the counter and waited
and waited until Red's father appeared: From the back of the store he came,
along with Jimmy's father. Jimmy's father went to talk with a customer, but as
he did so he looked over at me and grinned then quickly turned away from me and
began talking to the customer. Meanwhile Red's father sat down at the table
pulling out the pictures placing them on the table face down. He told us to
gather around him and keep an eye out for any customers that may be coming
toward us.

With a dramatic flip of his hand the first picture was exposed to us; there she
hung clad only in her slip. They of course got worse from there, but true to
his word her face was air brushed out. Still as the others whispered their
excited feelings to his questions, I remained passive wondering about the
negatives and who developed the film for him. I glanced over at Jimmy's father
who tried to pretend he wasn't paying any attention to us, and got a sick
feeling in the pit of my stomach. I jumped when Jimmy asked me if I agreed that
her nipples felt like erasers; I nodded my head yes. For the next fifteen
minutes Red's father explained where we had our hands and we all learned what a
"clit" was and what it meant to a woman. Finally he scooped the pictures up to
the disappointment of the others, saying that until she okayed it, he had
better hold on to them. That of course led me to ask if he had talked to her
and "convinced" her. When he said not yet, but that she was going to talk with
them later that night, I really became sick and panicked. I was told not to
worry; just go home, it was just a matter of my mother knowing exactly what we
wanted.

I felt like a condemned man going to his execution as I walked into the kitchen
of our apartment. At first I couldn't look at my mother who stood standing over
the stove preparing a supper for us. I managed to say hello, and got no
response. But as I went past her she softly said that dinner would be about ten
minutes and to go and wash up. As we ate there were very few words spoken,
still I began to feel she didn't know what really had gone on or hopefully had
forgiven me if she had already been shown the pictures. She told me that I was
not to go out, to take my bath and go to bed: That she had to go out and might
be late but not to worry. As I cleaned off the table and did the dishes, she
went off and got herself ready to go out. I figured she was going to talk with
Red's parents and had a feeling that everything was going to be all right. Even
if she told them all to go to hell, I was certain that I'd get nothing more
than a stern lecture and maybe some undesirable tasks to do for the summer. My
mother was a very gentle woman who rarely ever raised her voice to us much less
her hand. However; if she told my father--- I was dead meat: as was everyone
else, including Red's father. My father was a hard working guy that held down
two laborers jobs and was built like a bull and just as strong and just as mean
when he wanted to be.

When my mother came into the kitchen she was dressed exactly as she was when we
"captured" her in the morning. I didn't say anything about it to her, even
though it was unusual for her to wear at night what she had worn that day. She
stopped--turned and kissed me, then left.

I found myself in bed around 10 p.m. and my mother still hadn't come home. I
drifted off thinking about the day--- the fun and the laughter of it all. Soon
I found myself dreaming a recurring dream of my mother and cannibals; after
what had happened, the dream took on a great deal of reality which made it even
more pleasant. I fell in a deep sleep holding onto my erection and had no fears
of what might happen to me in the morning or when she came home.

PART 2

When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to shine, I heard my mother in the
bathroom and suddenly began to wonder if I was going to get killed or what. I
didn't know when she got home or what kind of mood she was in and I wasn't
anxious to find out. I laid in my bed for another hour while my mother began
breakfast. Finally I got up enough nerve to go face her.

My mother was standing over the kitchen sink washing some dishes as I sat
myself at the kitchen table. She half turned and said good morning to me and
told me what there was for breakfast. On the table was her cup of coffee as it
was the day before. But this day I had no drug to put into the cup: my mother
was still dressed in her silk pajamas, which meant that she wasn't going to
work today. When I asked her about it, she reminded me that she only worked
twice a week in the summer. Her answer was friendly and so was the next moments
of small talk. I felt a real sense of relief; thinking that she didn't know
what happened, or she told everybody to go to hell and wasn't going to ever
bring it up --- that was the kind of mother she was with us.

It was no surprise when Red knocked on the back door. He'd be over with us for
breakfast almost every morning in the summer and as I said before, he was like
another son to my mother. But when he came in all cheery, my mother coldly
greeted him and left the room. Red sat down at the table with me and started to
say something, but stopped when my mother came back in. The three of us talked
just as always. Still, there was a feeling of tension. Again when my mother
left the room Red leaned forward and in an excited almost breathless voice told
me my mother was our sex slave! I must have had a dumb look on my face for he
told me again and swore it was true.

Still Red knew I wasn't convinced and was determined to prove it to me. My
mother came in and got two plates to put on the table: as she bent over the
table, her pajama top hung open a bit. Red's hand shot up and under her pajama
top and found a breast. My mother jumped back and her eyes shot knifes at Red,
then at me. Red didn't bat an eye nor did he stop grinning at her. When he told
her we'd like to see her nude, her face reddened and a look of anger crept over
it. However, as Red said to her "My Daddy...": well she took a deep breath and
without looking at me told us to follow her into the living room. We both
jumped to our feet and almost fell over each other to get to the living room.

We stood there as she closed the shades; then with her back to us she undid her
pajama top and slipped it off. It was just a moment or two that she stood there
with her back to us, but Red reminded her to take off the bottoms too. You
could hear her give a big sigh as she hesitated to do it; then her hands
slipped into her pajama pants and off they came. Red elbowed me as her lovely
round pink ass was thrust toward us as she bent to remove the pants from around
her ankles. Turning around she faced us without saying a word. Her eyes were
looking off and past us. Our eyes on the other hand scanned her tits and cunt.
It was even better than the day before. I mean here she was a full-grown woman
doing what we wanted her to do, with no arguments. And suddenly I really didn't
care that she was my own mother. Not caring: I asked her to put her arms behind
her back and bend over. That, I think, made my mother a bit uncomfortable, but
she did it. Her tits hung so wonderfully--- just as I pictured in my dream. Red
then asked her to lay on the open hide-a-bed and spread her legs for us.

Yep she appeared to be our "willing" sex slave, still we couldn't work up the
nerve to touch her. Red; every time he wanted her to do something would start
by asking her---Mrs. S........

Later as I fought my own conscience, Red and Jimmy came over with the others.
They told me to ask my mother to let me stay at Eddie's place for an over
night. I thought they were going to ask me to have her come there and get naked
for us. That was not the case. I was told that Red's dad had arranged to take
my mother out to a place called "Sam's Drug store and Recreation Hall"; there
she was to perform a strip tease for some stag party. Red went on to tell me
that his dad told him we could follow them when he took her there, and he'd let
us hide in the back room and watch.

My mother had no problem letting me sleep the night at Eddie's and even
encouraged my older brother to go over to his friend's house--which he gladly
did.

Around ten that night just after my dad left for his second job, we gathered in
the entrance way of the apartment building across the way from mine. We watched
as Red's dad waited for my mother. When she appeared, she was dressed in her
Sunday best. They headed down the street toward Sam's with us following a safe
distance behind.

Sam's was only a short way from where we all lived but being out at night made
it feel like one great big adventure to some other world. We crossed under the
railroad tracks and came to the corner where Sam's was. Sam's was the only
place open at this hour. The front of Sam's was like a small drug store, in the
back were poker tables and a small bar where men gathered to kill time and get
away from day to day worries. Every time my family would take a Sunday walk in
the summer, we'd stop in and get an ice cream cone from Sam himself. I'd always
watch the poker players that were ever present. My mother would always warn my
dad that if she ever caught him in there at night that she'd skin him alive. It
became a standing joke, based on a rather seedy reputation that Sam's had
acquired for allowing men to have bachelor parties and smokers there every now
and then.

I could almost hear my mother's voice speaking the words as she and Red's dad
went inside the front door. We ran across the street as fast as we could and
around to the side, where as promised the door to the store room was open. We
hurried in the storeroom door and cautiously peered around the flimsy curtain
that hung between the inner door and the poker tables. The place was filled
with choking cigar and cigarette smoke and the poker tables were still occupied
with players. My mother stood by Red's dad as he talked with the little owner
Sam. She looked very nervous and uncomfortable. When Tommy pointed out that she
was wearing what she wore when she taught our Sunday school class, Jimmy
snickered that this wasn't Sunday school.

Sam told his helper to close the door and came over to where the card players
were. He told them he had a special treat for them all. Pointing to my mother,
he told them in words that I still can remember to this day. "See that lovely
little mother over there. She ain't no pro, ain't no whore either. Just a
little mother and housewife who has come to entertain us. Going to take it ALL
off. ALL--." With that someone asked him a question that I couldn't hear. But
Sam looked over at Red's dad who nodded his head and shouted back for a price.
With that Sam began collecting ten dollars from each man. One man was a bit
angary about having to stop his card playing saying that she better be awfully
damned good.

The men parted and let Red's dad and my mother pass though them. Sam and his
helper moved aside most of the card tables. The helper saw us and came over to
us. We thought we were going to be tossed out. But he just opened the curtain
and told us not to worry, it was pitch black in the store room and if we just
sat a foot behind the door opening no one would see us. We did as he told us
and sat ourselves down on the floor and readied ourselves for the strip tease
my mother was about to perform.

My mother stood right in front of us only a few feet away. She stood
momentarily by herself facing all the eager men. Loud noisy music started to
play, but my mother just stood there, frozen. Soon the whole place was filled
with mad and swearing men. The music stopped and Red's dad angrily ran up to
her, grabbing her by her arms whispered something in her ear.

Again the music started this time she reached back undoing her dress. The dress
fell to her feet, after a slight pause, her slip fell to her feet. No, one
cared that she wasn't dancing, they all stared and waited hopefully that she
indeed was going to take it ALL off. Bending over to unfasten her nylons from
her girdle I over heard one of the men standing next to our door saying that
she had to have really big tits. With some pride I thought to myself wait till
you see them. My heart pounded with the excitement of it all. The men cheered
and laughed as she wiggled herself out of her girdle. The moment of true had
arrived for our Sunday school teacher. At Red's dad's suggestion she turned her
back to the crowd and took off her bra. She stood there and began to sob. After
a short pause she slipped her hands into her panties slipping them off. As she
did, she had to bend over showing the crowd that wonderfully plump pink ass of
her's. The men went wild. Red's dad put up his hand and quieted the men. When
it was perfectly silent, he told my mother to turn around. "LOOK AT THOSE
GODDAMN NIPPLES." "DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A HAIRY PUSSY BEFORE." These two
comments still ring in my ears every now and then. I was amazed how excited
grown men acted at seeing her nipples and pussy. They were just as excited as
us twelve year old kids were. Now I realize that it was the 50's for them also-
-the age of no public showing of nipples or crotch. The fact that she had big
full tits made her just to tempting.

To my shock, a man rushed forward, and picked her up and slammed her onto of
the poker table only a foot away from us. His hands and mouth found my mothers
tits. I watched in stunned awe as my mother just laid there sobbing not
fighting or anything. When the man lifted her legs up and buried his face into
her pussy, she just closed her eyes. The man dropped his pants and pulled out a
man sized hard-on. I must admit I got excited seeing it. When he pulled my
mother forward so that he could start inserting his cock in her I began to get
a hard-on to. I was becoming short of breath, with excitement. I could see the
cock's huge head being placed at the opening of my mother's vagina. I saw it
part the lips and slip fully inside her. I watched intently as the cock slipped
in and out harder and faster. Then with amazement I watched the cock slip in
and out of her cunt with cum covering it.

No sooner had the first man finished fucking her than a second one began. Again
I studied intently the matured sized cock as it slipped inside my mother. The
third man made my mother stand up and bend over. We could almost reach out and
grab her tits. He pulled out his big dick and again I watch the dick first part
then enter my mother's vagina. His pounding against her ass made her tits
bounce to our vocal delight as well as the entire crowd of men. As another man
laid my mother back on top of the table to fuck her, I thought I had seen it
all.

I hadn't. The next man helped her off the table and made her kneel on the
floor. Again she was only a foot in front of us. I remember my mother politely
asking the man not to make her do this. I didn't know what she meant. But as
the man pulled out his dick and waived it in front of her face, threatening to
beat the shit out of her if she didn't, she glumly reached up and took his cock
gingerly between two fingers. Closing her eyes and gagging a bit she opened her
mouth wide.

I remember watching her lips close around the head of the man's cock almost as
if it were in slow motion. As her head rocked back and forth you could see the
head of his cock pressing against her cheek. We were so close that we all could
hear the slurping sounds she made as she sucked and sucked. Suddenly the man
began to force her head harder and faster over his cock. Then with a groan he
pulled it out of her mouth shooting a long stream of cum onto her shoulder.

We looked at each other and could barely contain our amazement as the next man
made her kneel on all fours, my friends whispered and giggled among themselves.
Myself I was too interested in watching the man fucking my mother dog style. It
was the best of both worlds, as the others soon discovered: you could see the
cock slipping in and out, and watch her large and full tits bounce so wildly.

We were kicked out shortly after that and headed back to Eddie's. Looking over
our shoulders we watched some more men go in and heard the doors locked behind
them. I don't know what went on after that, nor do I know what time my mother
got home that night. What I do remember was sitting up all night talking about
what we had seen, and wondering silently what had happened when my mother went
back that night to talk with Red's parents. I aways wondered what went on and,
although Red never said anything, I always figured that he may have had some
"fun" that night with my mother, which his parents made him promise never to
tell us about.

"Man Lisle you have me wetting my pants! I aways had a thing for an Aunt and a
couple of teachers when I was 12, but never dreamt of doing anything so wild."

"It was just that ----wild."

"I sat here picturing myself undressing your mother and everything. Hey
question. What about the pictures? Did you guys get any back."

"Ya we did. You know how some had baseball cards to show off? Well we had nude
photos of my mother. Her face was either torn off, or blacked out, or we had
her in a mask."

"Where these just the pictures you took when you first stripped her."

"Some. But we got a lot more though the next few years."

"Damm! What do you mean the next few years? God how many pictures do you think
you took?"

"Don't really know. There were stag films made of us and my mother. Among
others. Along with other things."

"You're blowing my mind. Ahhh. Got to ask. Got any pictures to show me?"

"Could be."

"Don't laugh."

"Maybe next time. If I can find any. At one point in time I suffered a moral
attack and destroyed most all off them."

"Damn. How about the others? Bet they have the pictures."

"More than likely. But like my brother who is dead; so is Jim---killed in Viet
Nam. Tom and Ed, I lost contact with just years after we lost interest in using
my mother. Bill was killed in a car crash some time ago. As for Red he had a
stroke some ten years ago and is on his last legs as it were. So if pictures
are still around, they have been pasted down to whomever. I suppose there are
others out there that have pictures and know of my mother; maybe some day I'll
see something on the internet. Who knows." "Ever wonder what others knew or
know about what you guys did with your mother. In fact what things might have
gone on that you never knew about?"

"Ya. Ya, at times I wonder. Like I said I never knew what went on when my
mother met with Red's parents. What was said or done that entrapped her. Of
course what happened after we were kicked out of the rec. hall like I told you.
There are plenty of stories I'm sure that I don't know about. I can only tell
you what I do know."

"But Red was there that night. But Red and his parents got really kinky with
your mother. Red probably fucked her then, and was fucking her all the time,
before you guys knew it."

"Could be Bob. Could be."

"Hey you know; you might get lucky and find some letters Red or someone wrote."

"No big thing."

"So did you guys fuck her the next day?"

"It's late. I'll fill you in some other day. That is if you are still
interested."

"Bastard. Lisle: I'm sitting here, mentally pictureing myself with you as a 12
year old doing what you just told me that you all did with your mother. Do you
really think I can wait to hear the rest?"

"Calm down Bob, calm down. Later."

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Future installments.

Games, deals, us and Mother.

Selling Mother to the Sadistic butcher shop owner.

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their thoughts as to (1) what might have happened when Red's parents talked
with my Mother that first night, or (2) what might have gone on at Sam's Rec.
after we had been kicked out? Anything else?

Contact me at --- oldone@gte.net