("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Autobiography: A Crack-Whore's Son by Febbicus (Febbicus@hotmail.com) *** A mostly true, young boy's story of growing up with a submissive crack-whore for a mom. With a few bad choices, he moves from an intelligent outcast, to sex toy. Following her into depths of perversion, and abuse that most people only have nightmares about. (MF, Fm, nc, inc, voy, intr, drugs) *** Author Notes: Everyone I know, calls me Feb. This is my story. I looked all over the internet, ASSTR, newsgroups, etc. and have never found a story anywhere that's like mine. I think though that similar things might have happened to others, they just choose not write about it. Too bad, these events have shaped my life, in some ways for the better, in some ways for the worse. This, though is who I am... Mostly. Names, except my first name and alias, have been changed. I chose names of people on the periphery of my experience, whom I barely knew, to replace those I'm actually talking about, just so confusion from a legal standpoint will be almost absolute. The city is real, and is where most of it happened. The layout of the house is exact, there would be too many discrepancies if it were not, since I'm drawing on my memory. The physical descriptions are precise. I've changed just enough that hopefully, unless you know me, you can never figure out who I am. I've attempted to write this story before, but there where so many mundane things, that took from the impact, I decided that I had to compress the time frames some, and leave out a lot of the day to day life stuff, at least once I described it well. This allowed me to take out to a great extent, people and events that though important to me, have little bearing on the story from the reader's viewpoint. Once things started getting intense, my friends never came over anymore anyways, my roommate avoided being home until much later in the year, etc. Almost all the sex and violence are what happened, some dialogue, and the order of things were changed, to help convey the emotion more precisely though. If I'm under the influence of a drug at the time, I'll tell you that, so read those sections, knowing feelings and activities may be slightly distorted as I recall them through an altered state, and the fog of time. I want to warn you, this story is very graphic. It has instances of child-abuse, and torture, that I don't know how I survived with my sanity intact... well, mostly. I strongly recommend that if anyone out there reading this has an urge to actually do any of the illegal things in this story, i.e. child abuse, torture, drug use, imprisonment, blackmail, pedophilia, incest(under 18), coercion through drugs, rape, and everything else, that you make it easier on you and your local justice system. Buy a shotgun, one shell, and blow your brains out, or just turn yourself in for a psych eval, because you're one sick puppy, and need to be locked up until they send you to a nursing home. I'm writing this to the best of my ability, which is poor, compared to real authors. I was there, and I want this story to have as much of the impact it had on me, on the reader. This will be impossible, but I'm going to attempt it. If you have any comments (no story suggestions, I'm writing a biography here) Email me at: Febbicus@hotmail.com The only sites I've posted this story to are: First Post: Kristen Archives, the best erotic stories archive I've ever found. March 25, 2008 Second Post: ASSTR.org, thanks for keeping the real newsgroup alive for all these years, and taking it to the next level. Please donate to these great, not-for- profit sites. This story is copyrighted March 25, 2008. *** That said, I don't condone any of the activities in this story actually being practiced. Put your ink pipe in your hand, keep your fuck pipe in your pants, and put the crack pipe down. Prologue It all began simply enough, and for me I thought it was a godsend. It had been almost two weeks since I'd seen the ass-hole my mom was dating. Kelly was his name, but the last time I'd seen him, I called him every name but his own. I hated his smug attitude. He probably thought he was being nice, taking me with him to the teen outings at his church. Model Rockets... Photography... R/C planes. I remember I was always quiet, I tried not to speak to anyone. I just wanted to be home, playing my video- games, or listening to Cannibal Corpse at my friend's house. I went to sleep that night realizing that I may have finally gotten rid of him, and that tomorrow I had to ask about it. It was a short conversation, with a short answer. Yes, Kelly was not coming back. I was overjoyed, and had no idea that this would be a turning point in my life. My mom was about to let loose, and party hearty. It would turn both our worlds' upside-down. 4 months later... We had moved once again, this time because we couldn't afford the rent in this small little town of Bowling Green, Kentucky. How pathetic is that right? Our answer was a two bedroom house my great-grandmother owned. No rent, just utilities, and even though my mom still didn't have a job, she thought we could make it. Two months passed and still we had no income, living off our family, and the little bit of money and weed I brought in, selling and helping to grow marijuana with a good friend of mine. I had just turned 14, and I was your typical geek. I was thrown out of school a month before we moved for "being disruptive", I wore a trench coat and hung out with my fellow rejects, discussing death-metal and Jean-Paul Satre at the lunch table. I was happy to leave it behind though, I finally had my freedom. No more girls making fun of my buckteeth, freckles, and glasses. No more jocks making fun of my skinny frame at 5' 7". No more fighting with the rednecks that called me faggot, because my bright red hair fell past my shoulders. It was tough that first little bit of time, hardly enough food or money to pay bills. That's when Cris, my friend I grew dope with, offered to help. He was going on 19, and wanted to move out of his uncle's house. He not only had the money we made growing, which he kept the biggest share of, but also a check from social security from the death of his parents. When I asked my mom about Cris moving in, she told me it would be alright. She went on to tell me that Rus was going to be moving in too, she just hadn't known how to tell me. Apparently his wife had found out about them, and he needed a place to go, but it was just going to be for awhile. 2 Months Later... Life has been good, my friend was around all the time. I spent most the day and night stoned, or making money. We'd fallen into a routine, in the afternoons when everyone starts to wake up, Cris goes down to the local campus to peddle pot. I usually wait an hour or two until he calls to run more down to him wherever he is, transporting is so much safer for someone underage. When we both get done at around dusk, my mom starts dressing up to go out to the bars with Rus. His divorce was simple, but he had to give up half his stuff to keep it from dragging out, so he had sold his business. We now had some money, but Rus didn't spend much. He started taking care of the bills, and all my friend and I had to do was make sure there was food and beer in the fridge, talk about easy street. This went on for a couple months, with everyone in the house happy. My friend Cris and I ran across a good source for meth but we rarely did it ourselves, and then we just put it on joints. My mom and Rus started tooting coke every now and then. I could always tell when they had coke, it was moaning and "Oh my GOD!" for hours at a time coming out of their room. Even when they weren't loud, I could hear them. Our rooms shared a door, even though it was always locked, and the bed would be rocking, or the chair creaking. My friend Cris had a girlfriend now, and spent most of his days and nights over at her house. Let me tell you when you're young and horny, and all alone in your room with sex going on next door, you start to fantasize. Jacking off was only safe when the house was empty, or everyone in it busy, because my door was a half door with a blanket across the top. Rus was a tall man, he used to play basketball in college. He was tough too, being in construction for years. Over six feet tall and tanned, he'd been going bald since he was 25, and only had hair on the sides of his head at 34. He wore wire-rim glasses sometimes, and had that serious kind of face you see on businessmen everywhere. Sharon, my mother was a hotty, 5' 5" with dark brown hair. She used to be slightly plump, but had slimmed back down a few years ago, it left her with breasts almost the size of my head. Smooth pale skin, and thick pouty lips. She used to be a radio personality, and was cheerful and funny at 35 the way most high-school cheerleaders are at 16. I would lay in my bed, listening to them go at it, and fantasize. There were no neighbors for almost a mile, and unless I rode in with Cris, or had to carry some weed into town, I never left the house. Like I said before, I was a loner, so I had no girlfriend. No sexual experience except for one girl, once, and pornos. I remember one day most clearly, it was a turning point. I had decided that I wanted to watch some of the pornos I heard running while my mother was getting fucked. I had my own small collection, but I wanted to see something new. Now this was no casual look-see, we all did drugs in the house, and I had to be extra careful not to be noticed snooping. Chapter 1 I waited until no one was home, and wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. I had waited 3 days for this, and I waited only about ten minutes after they left the driveway, to be sure Rus and my mom wouldn't be coming back. I stood next to the front door with a raging hard-on, just thinking about what I would find, constantly glancing at the clock. When I was sure they were gone, I entered the room. All but one of the shades were drawn, so there was very little light. I stood for another minute, undecided if I should risk turning on the light. If they came up the driveway they would see it on in their room. I flipped the switch. Right in front of me was the queen-sized bed that dominated the small room, to my left a green stuffed chair, wooden chair and small table. Across the bed was a rolling entertainment stand with a TV and VCR(this was 1996), and CD/record player. Lying across the bed was my mom's white terry-cloth robe she always wore around the house. I knew she wore nothing underneath it, especially when they were coked up, she would only leave their room for drinks or the bathroom. I started my search with the bed, I guess because it already had my attention. I lifted up the mattress where most guys keep their mags, and didn't find anything on that side, so went around to the other. Nothing there either. "Damn," I thought, "where next?" The obvious choice was in the VCR, but they probably would notice if that tape didn't start back where they left it, so I searched the tapes lying around it. The regular ones were in their paper cases, I didn't bother with those, looking into the stacks for tapes without cases. I finally found a porn, but it wasn't one I wanted, "Dick-Suckers 7" or something like that. I knew it was lame, because I could tell when they played it, it was all about dick sucking, all I would usually hear were slurping and grunts, and "Yeah, suck it". No-go on the entertainment center. I finally get down on my knees to look under the bed. Jackpot!!! 14 or so tapes lay in front of boxes and shoes shoved under the bed. I have to lie on my side to pull them out and read the titles, my boner wouldn't take lying on my stomach. So as I lay down, I saw something that would inspire me more than the raunchy, hard-core tapes I later watched. Tied to the bed frame, tucked under the bed, was a leather rope with a leather cuff attached. I was stunned. I slid around and looked at the foot of the bed, and sure enough there was another one. I peer under the bed and against the white apron on the other side, I see two more, and something else at the headboard, right in the middle. I climbed onto the bed and fished around along the wall coming up with another leather rope, I pulled it out and there at the end was a collar. Studded like a dog's with metal pyramids, and a small padlock attached to it. I almost creamed my pants, imagining my mother strapped helpless. I crawled to the edges and pulled the cuffs towards the middle of the bed, looking at them, felling myself through my shorts. I glanced at the clock, not even 15 minutes had passed, and it had felt like eternity. My mind was working overtime, image after image of my mother on her back, or on her chest, flashed before me. I lay down and pulled my pants down some. My cock was starting to hurt, I had about six inches crammed into boy sized pants, and once it was out I couldn't help but stroke it. Pre-cum was already oozing out, but I didn't want to cum just yet. I looked own at my hard dick, and saw the cuffs just past my feet. Without a thought about getting caught, I strapped my ankles into the cuffs, and leaned back. I started pulling against them and pulling my dick a little bit faster. I pulled and writhed against the cuffs, and then stopped cold. My cheek was now laying on the padlock and collar. Now I thought for a moment, about maybe being caught. The idea somehow turned me on more, and so pulled the unlocked padlock off the collar, and tried to fit around my neck. I could barely get it to tighten to the first hole in the leather, it was almost choking me. I could almost fit my hand between my neck and the collar behind me, but it was too tight on the front of my neck, I had another flash. When my mom was tied she could probably barely move, except for her hips and.... Her hands... With the collar still on, I scrabbled in the bed for the left hand cuff. I could reach it, but I could barely turn enough to use my other hand to put it on, I did, after a minute succeed. I lay there almost helpless, realizing my mother was probably like this quite often, and it drove me insane. I started beating my rock-hard cock like it was the last time I ever would, orgasming in just moments, but I had forgotten something, with my left hand tied I couldn't catch my cum to wipe off on a sock or tissue. I moaned with pleasure, at the same time holding my cock to my belly, hoping not to get anything on the dark brown patterned comforter. I shot onto my face two huge gobs, before it slackened, and just plastered my chest instead. The most intense feeling I'd ever had overwhelmed me, I'd never cum like that before. I lay almost gasping for a moment, trying to look at my dick because it was still so sensitive, but the collar kept me from doing that. Logic finally intruded into my satisfaction, and I began undoing the collar one handed after I wiped the cum off my hand onto my chest. I leaned rolled towards my left to unstrap it and a thick wad of jizz rolled off my face onto the comforter. I fumbled with the still unfamiliar strap and sat up quickly. Unstrapping my ankles was a lot easier with two hands, and I hurriedly jumped off the bed and grabbed a towel I had seen under the bed with the tapes. As I wiped off my hand and face I noticed the towel was stiff, and when I pulled it from my clean face, noticed it was already a cum towel, just dried up. Torn between disgust and revelation, I wiped off the rest of my body, and then found a clean spot to wipe off the bed. The bed's spot looked barely noticeable, but I knew once it dried, there would be a white mark. I turned up the comforter to look at the other side, it was brown, but with a different pattern, I couldn't just flip it over. That's when I saw the sheets underneath. They, like the towel, were stained and stiff. I figured they pulled the comforter off before sex, and uh-oh, they might notice the stain after all. Couldn't be helped though, we washed clothes at a Laundromat, I couldn't clean it before they got back around the time the bars closed. I still felt horny, and decided to go ahead and grab one of the tapes from under the bed, but first I had to prepare, just in case someone showed up when I didn't expect it. I put the padlock back on the collar and dropped it and the cuffs under the bed again, grabbed the top tape on the leftmost stack under the bed, and turned off the light. I turned the TV on, and pressed eject on the VCR. A tape without a label popped out, and I noted the time marker on the VCR screen. I put the tape from under the bed in, and pressed play. It was a hardcore ass fuck, which was fine by me, I lay back down on the bed, jerking slowly. I was still super horny and didn't want to come so fast again. I lay watching the movie, and thinking about those cuffs. I decided if I just put on the collar and ankle ones, I could get them off quick, and get back to my room if I had to, as well as avoid making any more stains. I came so many times that night, I couldn't tell you how many. The slight choking of the collar, my legs bound wide, kept reminding me of my mom, and I would see her face on the women on the TV. Around midnight, I finally called it off, rewinding the tape, and exchanging it with the one that was there at first. Tucking the cuffs and collar back under the bed, and replacing the tape and towel(with lots more cum on it) under the bed as well. No one showed back up at the house that night, and I drifted off to sleep around 3 o'clock with my dick in hand, wondering when the next time would be, that I could check out Rus's tapes, and my mom's collar. Chapter 2 I spend every moment I'm alone in the house for the next 2 weeks, watching the different porno movies stashed in my mother's room. I noticed that the number of movies under the bed changed some nights, and figured Rus must have another stash somewhere. After the 8th night alone, I decide to go hunting for it, as carefully as I can. The place under the bed was easy to mess with, because someone's foot could as easily rearrange the movies as me poking around in them. Now I was going to search drawers, a night-stand cabinet, maybe the closet if I couldn't find the other porn. This should be safe enough though, since my mom had told me they were going to Nashville and wouldn't be back until tomorrow afternoon. I start with Rus's sock drawer, and find two of the tapes, and one unlabeled. One of them is a favorite, actually the one I wanted to watch that night, lots of DP, and group action. It also had a few facials from multiple guys, which I was starting to find awesome. I stopped my search there, took off my boxers, and popped it in, cumming quickly since I hadn't jerked off all day. There were people in and out that night, and I had run two quarter-pounds into town that day, so I was ready for some release. I took the tape back out, and placed it in the drawer carefully. I began searching elsewhere, Rus's other drawers had no porn, but I did find a couple of interesting things. When I opened his underwear drawer, the first thing I saw was large clear plastic tube, with an air pump. Picking it up I noticed it had a rubber gasket at one end, and bulge at the other, with the name, "Pro-pump" on the top rubber piece. I figured out what it was for instantly, though I'd only seen them trading porn on AOL. It was a penis pump, and I just had to give it a try. Sitting in the wooden chair, I put it on my cock, and tried pumping. It had a little pressure, then suddenly it kind of farted. I tried again, same thing happened. I decide it isn't sealing up so I stroke until I'm hard and put it back on. Still the same thing happens, but while fiddling with it this time, I notice a round switch, and turning it, turn on a vibrator. I had never messed with anything like a vibrator before, so I put my cock back in the pump... again, only this time I don't try pumping it. I just lay it along the plastic tube, and rub it up and down. Wow, a great sensation, I lay on the bed to watch the TV again, and dry hump. As soon as I think the words dry hump to myself, I know what is wrong. I immediately go to the bathroom, and wet down the gasket. It also took wetting my dick, but I finally made a good seal, and pumped myself up. It felt great with the vibrator on, and so I tried stroking slowly. It farted again, and instantly I was pissed. I dried it off and put it back in the drawer. Only then did I notice something other than the big box in the drawer, right next to where the penis pump was, lay a bottle of sex-lube. "So that's what I was missing!" I thought to myself. I put the pump back anyway, not wanting to try another time, thinking it would still fail, and went for the box. I pulled the underwear that covered one side off, and laid them on top of the dresser exactly as they were, and took the box out. Opening it, I saw a blindfold and a full head mask, a ball attached to a plastic strap, and set of earmuffs with out a head piece. There were also three clear tubes, 3 rings, and 1 flat piece that seemed to fit together. I looked at them awhile figuring out the earmuffs went with the mask, and the mask also had eye holes you could zip or unzip. The blindfold was just like what you would sleep with, and the ball had a hole going through it, so if it was used as a gag, you could still breath. The tubes were a bit of a mystery, until I noticed with the flat piece, they and the rings would join together. Something to wear on your dick then, but I couldn't figure out why. These things were interesting, but not what I was looking for. Now I was already horny, and semi-hard, looking at sex toys I didn't know existed, and thinking there might even be tapes I hadn't seen. When I noticed was a pair of briefs on the floor, only they had a hole in them, right where the dick should be. I picked them up and looked closely, noticing when they were close enough that they were stained, and smelled. Like pussy, I realized. My mom's pussy!!! I inhaled deeply, savoring it, and thought, "If he can fuck my mom wearing these, I can cum wearing them just like he does. Just like he cums in my mom." I put them on and pulled my cock through the opening, savoring the slick feel against my thighs. This time I lay on my belly imagining my mother below me, screaming and writhing. I had a tissue in hand when I came, but it squirted off it, and fell on the bed. I hated when that happened, and this time there was no covering up such a blig blob. I put the underwear back on the floor and went to get a wet towel, I was getting better at scrubbing my cum out, but this was so much, I just knew it would be noticed. I decided after cleaning up, that was enough for one night, and went back to my room to get some sleep. Chapter 3 Almost 2 months have passed since I first started sneaking viewings of Rus's pornos, and I've been more careful about it. I take a roll of toilet paper in there, and I'm always ready to make sure I don't get cum everywhere. There's just this one problem now, Rus and my mom don't leave the house like they used to, and they're not predictable at all about when they'll return. I've seen Cris maybe 3 times in the past 2 weeks, and I think he's about to move out. Everyone stays in their own rooms now, but there's just as much sex going on the next room. I still get out every few days and peddle pot or check the spring sprouts we've planted. Mostly though, I sell weed to mom's new friends that hang out. Now, people hanging out at our house isn't very odd, but these aren't our old friends. Half of them black, most of the rest women. The funniest thing is, I think my mom's started swinging, I know they have sex in there with these other guys and gals. I don't mind in the slightest, most of the girls are kinda pretty, and are always nice to me. The guys though are a little creepy. They all walk around peeking out windows if they aren't in the room, and walk around with a glassy look in their eye every now and then. It isn't until about the third week of this I put it together, my mom is no longer just snorting coke, I think she's smoking crack. A few overheard words had finally clued me in. Not two days after I notice this, one of the girls peeks into my room and motions me over. "Hold onto this for me, and I'll split it with you.", she says. She holds her hand out and I open mine. Four big chunks of yellow rock fall into my hand, and she jerks away from the curtain, heading to the bathroom. Right after her, a black man steps out of my mom's room, and yells. "Cindy!! Come here!!" I can hear Cindy turn around and walk back past my room. The black man, Flip we call him, gets all quiet. "I think you got something of mine. Give it back." "What are you talking about?", Cindy says. "You wanna be hard about it? I ain't weighed my shit, but I think something's missin'. Open your mouth... Alright, take off your clothes." I sit there imagining her nude. Cindy is only 25 or so, with small little tits she's flashed once, while I was in the room. She had perky nipples that pointed up in the air, long and thin when I saw them. She has light brown skin, with little divots here and there on her face, like she used to have bad acne. Brown eyes, and long shiny black hair. She's so skinny I could almost wrap my little hands around her belly, even though she was as tall as I was. Her face was slightly sunken, with big cheek bones, and a small nose. Not exactly sexy, more like an anorexic Paris model. A few moments pass, and I hear him grunt, "Alright, but if I ever catch you taking my shit, I'm gonna hurt you. You know I'm watching you now, and you should feel lucky I let you around when I'm cooking." He trails off into whispers I can't catch, while I hear Cindy putting her clothes back on. I put the rocks under a tape on a shelf below my TV, and sit down in front of it. A while later I hear moaning and groaning, and turn the volume down to listen better. Just a little while back, I took the bottom piece of tape off the paper over the keyhole on the other side of the door, I move next to the door separating our rooms, and I slowly push the keyhole paper open and tape a paperclip in place to hold it up, and put my eye to the hole. The door is right next to the one that goes to the living room, and looks down the left side of the bed. I normally don't see anything, and put it back, unless my mom is bent over that side of the bed, or doing what she was doing now. On her bed was Cindy and Flip. I could tell this from their feet, and her panting. "Oh Flip, I'd do anything you want. I wouldn't take nothing from you but your big black dick. Oh give me that big dick! hard!" Cindy kept going on about taking his dick, his cum. Taking it in her cunt, her mouth. She was kinda muffled though, like she didn't want to be real loud, or she wasn't really having a good time. Let me tell you, when Cindy has an orgasm, I'm pretty sure the people a mile down the road can hear her. What really caught my attention though, was Jason. One of Flip's friends, he's almost as tall and well muscled as Rus. I found out right then that he was much bigger than Rus, at least when it came to dicks. He was in the green chair at the table straight across from me, turned sideways doing something with some trays of glass and a flame. In his lap, turned just enough to see the side of her face, was my mom, with his huge half-limp dick in her mouth. Just a few moments after I started looking, he sat down the glass in his hand and looked down at my mom, I could barely hear what he said over Cindy's mummers, but I knew I heard him right. "Just because you was interrupted don't mean you get anymore time. You gotta suck that dick better, you only got about ten minutes to make me cum. You don't make me cum with that face pussy of yours, and it's gonna get tougher to get this rock, bitch." My mom suddenly goes into over drive it seems, bobbing her head up and down faster. This is the first time I'd ever seen her touching someone other than Rus's cock, but I know she's been fucked on the bed by this guy before, just a few days ago. It was amazing to see the change in Jason's dick though, it started getting harder and bigger. Now I was well equipped back then with a little over 6 inches, this dick was easily 9, but about as thick as mine. It was amazing to watch my mom lick the head of his cock, then drop down on it, until I knew it was going down her throat. Gagging sounds, and slurping from her distracted me, and I didn't notice Flip and Cindy had finished, until she asks to go to the bathroom. Laughing Flip slaps her ass and tells her to go on. I sit back own on my couch and put my dick away, but she just passes by and closes the bathroom door. I go back to the keyhole to jerk and watch some more. Seeing my mom being a dirty whore like she was in a porno, only she's not acting. She really is a whore. I'm getting excited and about to cum, so I turn to grab some toilet paper next to me on TV shelf, and that's when I see her. Standing with the door blanket aside, is Cindy, watching me. I'm already cumming so I grab the paper and press it around my dick, but I can't take my eyes off of her while I'm orgasming. Finally I'm spent, and I look down at my softening cock and back up at her. I'm thinking about what's going to happen to me if she tells my mom. At last she kind of smirks, instead of standing there dead-pan, and motions me to her. Without thinking I stand up with my shrinking penis still hanging over my shorts, and go to the door. She smirks again and says, "When you're done with that thing, you should put it away." At the same time grabbing my cock and trying to put it down my shorts. She doesn't quite do it, and fiddles with it for a few seconds. It's hard again all of the sudden, and she actually smile now, when she speaks. "Those guys are about to leave, why don't you keep that boner around for me to use, instead of letting your hand have all the fun." She grabs the tissue from my hand, "You put that stuff in a safe place, right?" she asks. I nod, and stammer, "Please don't tell my m-mom." "Why would I do that? You're helping me, so I'm gonna help you.", she whispers. Suddenly my jaw is hanging to the floor, I don't believe my eyes. She popped my sperm-filled tissue in her mouth chewed a couple times, and swallowed. Opening her now empty mouth wide for a second, she goes on, "I like thick sperm, something I can sink my teeth into." She winks and disappears back to the room. After a moment, I race back to the door, and look through the keyhole again at my mom giving her blow-job, imagining her eating cum like it was a piece of candy. Cindy sits on the edge of the bed, but Flip grabs her waist and pulls her to him. "Hey girl, lick your juice offa me, so we can get out of here." Flip commands. Cindy slides away while saying, "OK, sit on the edge." She hits the floor on her knees, and pats the bed in front of her. While Flip moves himself into position, she looks over right at the keyhole, and winks. She grabs his dick in one hand, and begins to lick his balls, sucking them in and out of her mouth. His shaft begins to engorge itself, and she licks it from the base to the tip, turning her head away from me to lick the top. Turning her head again, she licks the far side, her eyes looking straight at my keyhole, gleaming. A quick glance at Flip, and suddenly she's smiling at me. Cindy pulls his foreskin down and licks around his head, paying special attention to his piss hole. As she works his head for a minute, I glance past her, noticing Jason stand up. Jason keeps his dick in Sharon by grabbing the back of her head, and starts fucking her face faster and deeper than she can keep up. I hear her gasping and gagging, until he pulls out and says, "Tell me you want to swallow my spunk." just like he was having a normal conversation. "I want to swallow all your spunk down my thro-- Hmmpphhh", she's cut off as he jams his cock back into her mouth. He holds her head with one hand, and picks up something with the other, sliding it across the table. I barely see Rus edge up to it and pick it up, because in between us, Flip starts thrusting his hips, and grunting. Cindy suddenly holds still, and I see her throat distended by his dick shoved deep. She starts swallowing and Flip bucks a few times. "Damn girl..." he whispers, sitting back down on the bed. Cindy grins up at him, and in a husky voice says, "I told you I wanted your cum baby." "I don't think this bitch does," Jason accuses my mother, "hold still and open your mouth bitch. You had your chance, I'm going to finish by myself, and you gotta go T's house if you want any of this shit." Jason pulls his dick black monster out of my mom, and I can see she almost wants to cry. "Please, just few more minutes..." she begs, trying to inhale his cock again. "I can do it, just don't make me go to Tyrone's." "Too late" Jason Chuckles, like it's some kinda joke. He glances at Cindy, "Now that's a dick-sucker." He grabs his monster, and slaps my mom's face with it, mostly I think to keep it from her mouth. Then starts tugging his foreskin back and forth over his head. "Open your mouth." He explodes in just moments, all over her face and in her mouth. When he's done he pulls his pants up and demands, "Wipe that cream into your mouth, I wanna see you eat it all." My mom's eyes are covered in cum, so I can't tell if those are tears running down her face, but she's sobbing. She wipes her face clean with her fingers, putting them in her mouth and licking them clean before wiping again, and again. Jason and Flip gather up their stuff, and pull on their jackets. "Here's a couple hits for you bitches," Jason says laying them on the table, "The big one is Cindy's. I'll tell Tyrone if you aren't at his house in an hour you ain't getting shit, understand?" My mom just nods her head, and sits on the foot of the bed. Rus passes her something, and she puts her hit into it. A glass pipe glimmers between her lips, and she lights her lighter. Twenty minutes later, Sharon comes to my room and leans in the top half of the door. She didn't look like she'd been crying, with makeup and a nice low-cut blouse on. "Jonathan, me and Rus are going out tonight. I'll be back tomorrow sometime, okay?" "Sure mom, don't get pulled over drunk." "I won't. Cindy's going to be here until her ride picks her up. Love you." "Love you too, mom." Chapter 4 Another half hour passes by, while I watch through the keyhole. Cindy, alone in the room smokes up her hits, and lounges in the green chair. She looked over at the keyhole occasionally, but it was just a glance. Soon enough she gets up and walks out of the room. Sitting back on my couch, I wait for her to come to my door, but she pauses just outside of it. I hear her rustling, and unzipping. Coming into my room with nothing but a grin on her face, she straddles me on the couch. I look up into her face, and she bends over to kiss me. A long wet kiss, with her tongue probing my mouth. Drawing back finally, she whispers in her sexy contralto, "How do you like the taste the of cock?". I'm silent, thinking about what she just said. "I like your lips, I don't care about the taste." She laughs loudly, clutching me to her breast. I smell her perfume, overlaid with a sweet muskiness, my cock still hard from when she touched it last. She suddenly stands up, and walks back out of the room. Returning moments later she has a glass stem in one hand, and her clothes in the other. "Let's see how you like a glass cock then. This feels much better than my lips. So where's the rock I gave you?" I kneel in front of her, taking it off my TV shelf while she sits down on the couch. She pulls one of my books off a stack on the floor, seeing what's underneath she giggles. "Penthouse? We'll have to do better than that for you after you took such good care of my shit. Next time I come over, I'll bring you some pictures of me... with some other guys. You'll like them." I stay on the floor looking up at her, until she pats the couch next to her. Rising is difficult, with my cock now bound up in my shorts, so I readjust them. "Go ahead and take those off. You won't need them for awhile." As I pull my pants off, she again giggles and says, "Turn around and bend over again, honey. I wanna see your hot, young ass." Mesmerized, I do exactly what she says and she starts caressing me. Up the outside of my thighs, then down the crack. Cindy grabs the bottom of my cheeks, and leans over to kiss them. "So firm and smooth. I always wanted to fuck around with a little boy. You won't mind if I touch you for awhile do you?" "I-I-I'd like that," I pause a moment. "Would you lick me like you did Flip too?" The last came out in a rush as she hefted my balls between my legs. I almost fell over, trying to look between my legs at her. Getting a good look at her shaved crotch. She was glistening, and I could see her muscles tighten whenever she squeezed her nipples. I could barely see her face, but I heard the smile as she responded. "If you're a good boy, I will. Turn around. Will you be a good boy?" "Yes," I whisper, without hesitation. "Alright, sit here next to me, and don't bounce around. You got a lighter?" I hand her the lighter off my rolling tray and she pulls a rock apart from the others on the book. Putting her fingers around it, she smashes it with the lighter. Taking her pipe and tilting it up she puts a few crumbs into it, and holds the lighter on it for a second or two. "Watch how I take a hit," she murmurs, staring at the pipe. Turning it slowly she inhales in small puffs, taking in as deep a breath as she can. Laying back against the couch she looks at the wall for a moment, then looks over at me, and halfway smiles. She puts the lighter down and pulls my hand to her breast, rubbing herself with it. I get the idea, and caress them and roll her nipples like I'd seen her do just a minute ago. Her hand falls to her lap, and I stare at her snatch as she idly plays with it. Finally she exhales, and turns to look at me again. "This is some good shit. Make it better for me, kiss my tit, lick it like I licked that black fuck stick!" Leaning over, I lightly lick her nipple, and then suck it between my lips. She shudders and groans, running a hand through my hair, but never letting go of her pipe. I do this for minutes as she plays with her other nipple, or her bald crotch. She never touches me except for my hair, and finally she grasps it, and pulls me away. She puts another bit of crack in the pipe, more than she had before, and melts it. Rolling onto me, she slides her way to the floor, and puts her face over my hard boner. Already jizz is leaking out again, so as she blows lightly on my head, it chills and warms me at the same time. She moves up and down, letting her hair caress my thighs and balls, but never touching her lips to me. "You want me to give you a blowjob?" I nod. "You want me to lick your little boy dick, and make you cum all over my face?" "Yes!" My pulse is pounding in my neck, I feel hot and want so bad to touch myself, but just sit there. "If I suck your dick, will you suck mine?" She asks, leaning back slightly. I know I looked puzzled, because I was. Then she put her pipe in front of my face. She ducks a little, and starting at the bottom of my raging hard-on, licks up my shaft. She circles the bottom of my head with her lips, and plays her tongue across my little hole. She works up and down a little with me still inside her, licking up my pre-cum and finally pulls off with a strong suction. The whole time she's doing this her eyes are locked with mine, and my hands clutch the cushion under me so hard the knuckles turn white. "If you let this blow a load in your mouth, I'll let you blow a load in mine." again that sexy voice stops me from thinking, and I reach for the pipe. As I put it to my lips, she keeps hold of it, and asks if I saw how she puffed it, I nod slightly. She holds the lighter to the end, I begin inhaling. I can't describe it, that first time I smoked crack. At least I can't really describe what it felt like. I remember every detail though, as if it had just happened. I puffed and puffed, until I could puff no more. I held my breath and my body exploded. I felt like my mind, and every inch of my body was having an orgasm. Seconds later I realized this was just start. As the feelings got more intense, Cindy put the pipe down next to the book and bent her head over. I felt a sensation like ice on my balls, and almost gasped, but still held my breath. Cindy had taken the hot lighter, and touched my sac, she licked the head of my dick, then did it again. This time I expected it, but didn't care enough to even move a hand to stop her. She then put the lighter down and started licking my dick. I understand now she expected this, but I was surprised when I came in a sudden rush. I practically screamed, thrusting my hips up, vibrating like I had a whole body cramp. Cindy pulled my dick down, pointing at her face and mouth, and I unloaded spurt after spurt of cum. I don't know how long my orgasm lasted, but I know it drained every bit of juice out of my balls. I finally resumed my seat just staring at her face. Cindy rolled her tongue around her lips, gathering the cum into her mouth. She rose and straddled me, rubbing her nipples across my face and then leaned down. Without thinking I opened my mouth to kiss her, and was really surprised. Mixed with her saliva, coating her tongue, was my own load of cum. She didn't push it all into my mouth, but spread it, across my tongue, my teeth. The kiss didn't last long, as I started gagging, and she drew back fast. I caught my breath, and she opened her mouth to show me the white foam frothed from our kiss still in her mouth. She rolled it around, and finally swallowed it, while I won the battle against my stomach. "That was momma's good boy." she purred, rubbing her tits onto my face again. I stuck out my tongue to try to lick a nipple, still caught up in the high, and she pulled them away. "Wait, I need to do something." I heard her, and sat looking at her eyes. Her deep brown eyes. She took her fingers, just like she had for Flip, and scooped cum from around her eyes. She licked most of it off, but then put her fingers in front of me. "Go ahead, it's yours, it's not like it's gay or something. You want me to be a good mommy for you right?" I just stare. She reached under her with her other hand, and grabs my dick, pulling it towards her. Lowering herself onto me, I feel myself press past her dry lips into her moist pussy. Slowly she raises and lowers herself a few times, and I put my hands on her hips, pressing her down on every stroke, trying to drive myself deeper. She pulls herself too high on a stroke, and I try to push her back down, but she fights. I look up ,instead of between our legs, and she still has her hand in front of my face, her eyes gleaming, and a wide smile showing. "You want me to be a good mommy, right? You need your milk then little boy. Be nice, and drink your milk! It's your boy milk, there's nothing wrong with putting it back in you." I'm stuck between doing something I don't want to do, and doing something I burn for. I finally open my mouth without a word, and she places her fingers just inside my lips. I lick, and expecting it, the salty taste isn't so bad. I lick once, twice, and she guides me back into her, lowering herself and just grinding against me. "Good boy, Jonathan. You're such a good boy. You smell good, and feel good, and do good things. Mommy loves you." I suck more greedily as she gets into a rhythm. "Now it's time to clean up, clean up my face." Her hands pull her hair back and she leans towards me, but I don't start licking. She stops grinding on me, and looks pretty serious. "You know it won't hurt you now, and you didn't do what mommy said, so I'm going to punish you when we're done cleaning up. Now, start licking your boy milk up, and I'll start making you feel good again." My mind almost rebels. Here I am a smart teenager, and she's treating me like I'm four years old. I think about the fact she got me to smoke crack, and then remember she's been the only one for months that seems to want to make me happy. She wants to fuck me, make me cum. I decide to play along, and make her happy as well. "I'm sorry." I mutter. "Say 'I'm sorry mommy, I'll clean up my boy milk', okay?" she opens her eyes wide, and runs her hands down my chest. "I'm sorry mommy, I'll clean up my boy milk." This time I speak clearly, anything to resume to the interrupted orgasm I felt building up. "Good..." She turns her head to the side, pulling her hair out of the way again. As I start licking her cheeks, she grinds herself painfully into my hips. The more I lick the faster and faster she goes, panting, moaning quietly. I'm almost done cleaning her face, getting around her lips, when she latches onto me, spasming around my cock. "Good boy!! Oh my GOD FUCK MOMMY!!" She yells into my shoulder, trembling and gasping. She grinds faster still, "YES YES, MICHEAL, YES!!!" suddenly she's just stops, but I keep grinding into her as much as I can. "No STOP! ENOUGH! Oh My GOD." She tries pulling away, but I hold her to me, trying to cum and failing. "PLEASE STOP!!" She kicks sideways and we both fall over on the couch, she kicks away from me and curls up. I scramble away from her flailing legs, and stand. "Hmmph.." I think to myself, "Who the hell is Michael?" Just a moment later she looks up at me, focused, intent. "You didn't obey your mommy when she said stop, and you already deserve some punishment." She stretches as she sits up, pushing her breasts out. "I just wanted to cum, I couldn't cum." I whine. "It doesn't matter, it's time for your punishment now." She walks by me and grabs my hand, leading me to my bed. "Lay on the bed with your legs off. You're going to get a spanking" She pushes me gently, and I lay on my belly, with my cock pushed against the side. She puts one hand on my back, and swats my ass. It's not very hard, but it does sting. Over and over, she swats and counts them out. I'm uncomfortable, but still horny, and start humping the bed with her strokes. When she stops at ten, she notices I hump the bed a couple more time before I stop moving. She tells me to stay there, and walks away, so I turn my head to watch her. She goes over to her pipe, and loads more crack. Coming over to where I am, she sits on my back, with her legs twined around mine. I hear her take a hit, she then casually starts caressing my butt and thighs, mentioning how red they are. After a few minutes of this, I feel her lean forward, and then sit back down on me more firmly, her legs push between mine, and she spreads them farther apart. "Now for your last punishment. Ten more strokes." I am completely unprepared for what happens next. From the nightstand by my bed she had picked up my hairbrush, and smacked my ass as hard as she could. "OOoowwwww!!!" I scream. Before I'm even inhaling another breath, the next stroke comes. It's the third stroke when I finally start trying to get away, push her off me, something. Her legs keep me from getting any power from mine, spreading them far apart. Her weight keeps me from even rising to my elbows. She goes to town, but only counts to ten, suddenly stopping. "Get off me!! Now!!!" I yell once I catch my breath. She finally eases up a little, and I roll over. She collapses on me, grabbing my shoulders. "I can still feel your hard dick between us, on my belly. I know you need to cum. This time, I'm going to let you fuck me, instead of the other way around. I want you to fuck your mommy real hard, let me know how much you hate to be whipped. I want you to try to hurt me with your boy cock." I'm still off balance, my mind just isn't working right. She stands up, and moves to put another hit in her pipe. She melts it down and lays down beside me, still halfway on the bed. "I'll suck your dick if you suck mine." Her eyes are almost pleading. She realizes maybe that she went too far. Without a thought, I take the pipe and the lighter, and hit it myself this time. As the rush comes over me, her mouth does as well. Down she goes, licking and sucking. I don't really get hard again until the rush is over this time. When I come back down some, she still has my cock in her mouth, looking over my belly at me. Imagining her to be my real mommy. Wanting her to be, I do as Jason did. I grab her hair tight, and stand up as she pushes away from the edge of the bed. I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, and feel her trying to keep her tongue under it. I start moving my hips so fast, I hit her teeth now and then. It doesn't matter. I sometimes catch under her tongue, and force it down her throat. It doesn't matter. All I want is that feeling of her lips around my head, and then her throat. Lips, throat. Lips throat. She starts gasping after a couple minutes, it's harder and harder for her to get her breath as I hold my cock in her throat longer and longer. Finally I cum again, almost as strongly as during her first blowjob, but with nowhere near the same amount of cum. I jam my dick as deep as I can, and hold her there. Her gagging feels kinda like her pussy orgasming. I spurt a couple times, and when I'm done she tries pushing me away weakly, but I hold my dick there. She starts to scramble, I can feel her jaw against my pubic bone, but she cant close her mouth, I'm holding her so tightly. My balls are getting squeezed painfully, and I'm holding onto her hair for all I'm worth, as her struggles get weaker and weaker. At last, my boner starts relaxing, and she draws air deeply through her nose and starts relaxing as well. She gasps as I let her go, holding her head between her hands. I sit back down on my bed watching her. Finally she stretches out, still on her knees, and grabs her purse. She pulls out a tissue and wipes her eyes, streaking her makeup across her cheeks. "You fucked mommy real good." she croaks, still not looking at me. I decide something has to be done, I didn't want her to never do this again, but I couldn't think of how to fix this. I knew I'd done something kinda wrong, but wasn't it what she had asked for? I think about it another few moments, and then choose to act the way she did earlier, in control, caring. "Your little boy still love you mommy." I whisper, leaning forward. She looks up sharply just in time for me to grab her jaw gently, and plant a firm, motherly kiss on her lips. She just kind of collapsed into my lap then, breathing softly, hugging my waist. I sit stroking her hair for a long time, loving that someone was this close to me, taking comfort from me. We sat like this for seconds, or maybe hours, I couldn't tell. I wasn't thinking, just feeling content. I knew I'd done the right thing, for me and for her. The phone rang. We both were startled, and jumped a little. On the second ring I lean over her and pick the phone up from my nightstand. A few words, and I hang up. Looking down at Cindy I tell her that her ride will be here in a few minutes. She doesn't say a word just gets up and puts her clothes on, handing me my shorts and underwear. She puts her rocks into an empty baggy I had laying around, and leaves the crumbs and the pipe laying there. We just stand there looking at each other for at least ten minutes, not saying anything, or moving much. I hear a car drive up our driveway, and honk, so does Cindy. She turns halfway around then stops. Taking a few steps towards me, I do the same. Stopping just out of arms-reach she looks at the floor and whispers, "I'll be back little boy, and it'll be soon." She leaves the house without a backward glance while I just stand there. To be continued? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55