Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Hello, there... My name's Emil-- I'm eighteen and a high school senior. Here's my story, and it
is
a little unusual, I guess; a lot of people would say we're sick, but I don't agree. I don't care
what
they think...
For starters, I'm definitely not the macho type-- I'm about five-eight and kind of skinny, with shoulder-length, darkish blonde hair and sort of pretty facial features (or so I've been told). The high school I go to now is laid-back and accepting, though-- I've never been abused by the jocks or bigger guys; they leave me alone.
Since I'm not particularly athletic, talented or rich, the 'cool' crowd has always ignored me, too; even this year as a senior, most of my time's been spent alone. There was never much to do at home, and since Mother (her name's Julia) wasn't the type I could hang out with, I'd escape into sexual fantasy a lot with the few porn mags I managed to get. Those solo sex scenes were emotionally safe and intensely pleasurable; I can come several times a day, and often do, imagining myself as almost everyone in the mags, both male and female.
I've got two older siblings-- twins, actually-- John and Jenna; they're a year older and both in college now. John looks a lot like me-- similar height, build, hair color, etc., but with an even more feminine-looking face; Jenna, on the other hand, has auburn hair and very light skin. (They're fraternal twins, obviously.) The three of us have always been good friends, even though they usually ran around with older kids.
My mother's maybe an inch taller than I am, and she's always been the boss-- crossing her isn't something
anyone
does. I don't remember my uncle-- her late husband. (I'd better clear this up-- she's actually sort of my
step
-mother. My birth parents died along with my uncle in a car crash a few months after I was born. I've always called Julia 'Mother', and she's the only one I remember. Julia's not the twins' birth mother, either; she kept the three of us after the accident, not wanting us to be separated.)
Mom is definitely the hottest looking woman I've ever seen, with an hourglass figure that she likes to show off-- she gets a lot of stares from the way she dresses, and her long blonde hair gets attention, too. She's brought home more than a few men over the years, but they've all been close to her height and lightly built. I think it's because the bigger ones are too hard for her to control...
Some nights, I could hear Mom with one of her male "friends" through her bedroom door; she was always in charge-- even there. If it seemed like they were going to be at it awhile, I'd jerk off outside the door, listening and picturing in my head what they were doing...
Awhile back I was doing just that, with my jeans undone and my cock out, listening to her and a guy named Chris, who'd come over several times recently; the smell of weed was really strong in the air, even out in the hall. My eyes were closed and I was picturing her riding him-- a position she liked... Suddenly, the handle turned, the door flew open and she was standing there, naked and panting, eyes wild. She looked down at my hard cock in my hand, then back at my face.
"Just what the
hell
do you..." she began, then stopped, apparently thinking for a moment. She quickly put her hand around my cock and pulled me, stumbling, into the room.
Chris, a guy not much older than me, was lying naked on his back on the bed, hard-on in hand. He was about my height, too, his brown hair color being the main difference between us. I stood there awkwardly, unable to keep from staring at his erect cock-- it looked almost exactly the same size as mine, except the head was maybe a little bigger...
"Take off your clothes," Mother instructed, a slight tremor in her voice.
"Wha...?" I began uncertainly, but she cut me off.
"Obey me, Emil.
Now
."
I got undressed, a pretty easy thing since I was wearing only a t-shirt and jeans, and the jeans had been halfway down already...
As I mentioned before, Mother is a really hot woman, looking more like someone in her twenties than the mid-thirties she really is; her breasts are full and perky, her waist narrow, flaring out into a full, rounded ass. (She waxes her cunt and her legs.) I had no trouble staying hard as I stood next to her, even though I felt a little self-conscious undressing in front of Chris; his eyes had fastened on my cock as soon as I was in the room.
"You've got a nice one," he said, looking into my eyes from the bed. "You sure about this, Julia?"
"Of course I am. It's time he learned. Get up and come over here, Chris."
'Learned what?' I thought...
Chris got up immediately and stood next to us, his hard-on evident. Mother guided me so I was standing in front of him, then took my wrist and put my hand on his cock. My fingers closed around it and automatically started stroking it as I stared at it and its big, shiny head. I started milking it slightly as I stroked, feeling the stiffness inside the sliding skin as my own cock got even harder and started throbbing.
"Have you ever touched another guy before?" she asked gently; I shook my head. "How does it feel?"
"Uh... it feels like mine-- only... only more... uh..."
"More exciting?" she finished for me. I nodded again. "I
thought
you'd like it. There's something else I want you to try that I think you'll like even more, Emil..."
She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed.
"Get down on your knees, Emil."
A rush of excitement went through me; it wasn't hard to guess what was about to happen. I knelt on the carpet, Mother behind me, Chris' cock right in front of my face. She put one hand on the back of my head and pushed it forward as Chris held his cock and pointed it at my mouth.
"Suck it, Emil," she said softly as the head touched my lips. They opened willingly-- I would have sucked him even if she hadn't told me to... When I jerked off, sometimes I'd fantasize about what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth like this, but I'd never had the nerve to do it with a real person.
Now, without hesitation, I wrapped my hand around the base and sucked and licked the head as an unconscious moan escaped; then, putting both hands on Chris' smooth, firm ass, I pulled his cock into my mouth as far as I could, licking the underside while my lips moved up and down it. Thrills of lust coursed through my body as I sucked on the warm, pulsating shaft, and my moans got louder. This was
incredibly
exciting!
"I think he likes it," Chris said.
"Oh, my God, this is so
hot
," Mother said, kneeling beside me, her soft hand closing around my cock as she put her face next to mine. "See? Mother was right, wasn't she? You really
do
like sucking cock, don't you, baby?"
I just moaned again and pulled Chris' cock deeper into my mouth, not wanting to let it go even long enough to answer her.
Mmmmmmm
...
"Now, don't be a little piggy, Emil... let Mother have some, too," she said, pushing me back gently. "Ohhhmmmmmmmm..." She deep-throated him easily, and I stared as her face pressed against his stomach. I could see the muscles in her neck and under her chin working as she gripped his asscheeks and pulled him against her. I tentatively stroked her back with one hand...
She let him go after a minute, gasping for breath, and handed the wet shaft back to me. I sucked him back in, stroking the shaft manually; I knew I couldn't do what she'd just done, so I didn't try...
"I bet Mama's little cock-slut wants Chris to come in his mouth, doesn't he?" She was half-whispering in my ear...
I moaned in answer, sucking harder-- how did she know?
Mother stood up next to Chris, her mouth by his ear now, running her hands over his body and pressing herself against him.
"Are you close, baby?" she asked him softly. "Go on and come in his mouth, honey-- he wants you to... And I
know
you think it's hot to fuck my boy's pretty face-- don't you, you pervert? Especially while I watch... Now, go on and come in his mouth..."
As if on command, Chris groaned and his body stiffened, his hands holding my head tightly as his cock began to pulse on my tongue and fill my mouth with warm, salty-sweet cream. With a squeal, I swallowed and sucked, more rushes of lust beginning in my mouth and coursing through my head and body as his orgasm first swelled, burst, and then faded. I choked once-- there was so much come-- and it ran down my chin and onto my neck, but I swallowed the rest of it.
When he let go of my head and pulled away I was panting, so excited that I'd nearly erupted with nothing touching me. Mother kissed me, then-- full on the lips, her tongue going into my throat as she took all the come left in my mouth first, then licked it off my chin and neck before kissing me again. The second time, I kissed her back, our mouths open, tongues dancing slowly...
Right then I knew I was going to fuck her...
"Ohhhh, baby, you're hotter than I ever hoped you'd be," she said softly as she broke the kiss; both of us were panting. Her hand went around my cock again, which was now so hard it hurt. "You and Chris get up on the bed for Mother, okay?"
Both of us obeyed immediately, lying on our backs next to each other.
