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One Hundred Thousand Boys

Copyright© 2024 by Alan C. Zumwalt

Chapter 2: Puberty

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Puberty - When a plague kills all men, the last hope for humanity is 100,000 boys still in utero. This is one of those boys' story.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   BiSexual   Science Fiction   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Orgy  

On the third month of my fourteenth year, it finally happened, I had my first wet dream. I don’t remember what the dream was, but I came, staining both my pajamas and sheets.

It was almost dawn, so I got up and went to the bathroom to pee. Using the sink, I tried to clean up my pajama bottoms.

My mom was still asleep, so I went back to bed. I tried to sleep again, but I was too excited. I was a true man. My lifetime career was about to start.

About an hour later, my mother finally woke. As she sat up, I said, “Well, it’s happened.”

“What’s happened? You had a wet dream?”

I nodded sheepishly and sat up as well.

She came over and hugged me, “I am so proud of you.

“You know, it happened to Tom last week.”

I shook my head. I knew he had been preoccupied about something, but he hadn’t told me anything.

“It must be predestined that it happened right now.”

“How’s that?”

My mom blushed, “I’ll tell you later.”

After she went to the bathroom, my mom got the coffee going, pulled out a box of cereal, bowls, and spoons, and set them on the table.

Before we ate, she handed me a little blue pill, “Here, take this.”

I squinted at it, “What’s it for?”

“It’s a vitamin. It will help you, now that you are a man.”

I had no reason to distrust her, so I swallowed it.

Judy opened the connecting door to Tom’s room. She knocked on the connecting door.

Liza answered and the two had a brief whispered conversation.

I was loading the dishwasher, so I didn’t hear what was said.

My mother looked at me, “Why don’t you go outside with Tom and play.”

Tom and I did not usually go outside this early. I usually stayed in and watched the morning news, but I nodded.

It was chilly that November morning, so I put on a jacket before I went out.

I beat Tom outside by about thirty seconds.

When he exited, I asked him point blank, “Why didn’t you tell me that you’d had a wet dream?”

He shrugged, “I didn’t want to put any pressure on you. Besides, I was feeling a little self-conscious.”

“Well, it’s happened to me.”

“Good for you!” he exclaimed, giving me a fist bump.

“That explains my mom’s weird behavior. She was blushing and nervously flitting around. Before she let me out, she gave me this little blue pill.”

“Mine too.”

We sat down on the curb, and talked about what sex would be like, and what kind of girls we liked.

During that talk I got an erection. It was painfully placed in my jeans, so I had to reach down and adjust it.

I saw that Tom was adjusting his pants too.

About a half hour later, Liza called out, “Boys, could you come in please.”

We stood up and went back to our home.

We entered the open doorway into Tom’s room.

Both mothers and Hope were inside. We had not noticed that she had not gone to school that day.

My mom pointed to the double bed on which Tom slept, “Have a seat.”

When we did so, we looked up at our mothers, both were blushing a deep red. Hope was standing in the corner, avoiding all eye contact.

Liza cleared her throat, “You know how we both want to have more children...”

Judy finished the sentence, “Well, we decided, before the government finds out, that we would be the first to have sex with you.”

I gaped, “You are going to have sex with me?”

My mother shook her head, “I get Tom and you go with Liza.”

Both of us stared at our mothers, at a loss for words.

Tom’s mom looked at us pleadingly, “You understand, don’t you? We don’t know what is going to happen to you. And, with only one man for every thirty thousand women, the odds of us getting another chance is mighty slim.”

My mom added, “And we are both ovulating today, so today is the perfect time.”

After a few minutes pondering, Tom said, “I understand.”

I nodded, “Me too.”

“Good,” said Liza officiously, “Tom, you go in to Ms. Ford’s room. Adam, you stay in here with me.”

My mom and my best friend walked over to the connecting room. She closed the door behind them.

Once we were alone, Liza undressed. Soon she was standing before me nude.

I had never seen her naked before.

“Now, take off your clothes; you too Hope,” Liza instructed.

I had almost forgotten she was there. The idea of fucking Hope had not occurred to me.

Nodding glumly, she started to undress.

I was extremely self-conscious as I disrobed in front of two naked women. But it also excited me. My penis was fully erect.

Liza looked at my erection critically.

“I ... I’m sorry it is so small...”

“Don’t worry about it. It is still growing. In a few weeks it will be fully grown.”

“Really?” I asked hopefully.

“Now lay down on my bed. I will teach you what you need to know.”

I got on the bed, laying on my back. My small penis stood straight up from my body.

The black-haired woman climbed over me, so her breasts dangled in front of my face. She reared up, so her vagina was on top of my erect cock.

“Are you ready, here we go.”

She dropped down on me, her tight pussy engulfing my erection.

The moist and tight sensation was too much. My hips bucked up, coming into her.

She sighed and dismounted my wilting penis.

“I’m sorry Ms. Hart...”

“It’s okay. You are young. And call me Liza.”

She turned to her daughter, “It’s your turn, Hope.”

Tom’s sister replied with a whine, “But I don’t want to. I’m not ready.”

Liza stamped her feet. “You do as you’re told. Who knows when you’ll get another chance.”

Hope was defiant, “No!”

The mother knocked on the connecting door.

My mother answered.

“Judy, I need your help,” said Liza.

“Of course.”

My mother, completely naked, walked into the room.

I had seen my mother nude before. I sometimes had to use the toilet while she was showering. When you live in close quarters, things like that are bound to happen.

But this time, something was different. She walked with a sway in her hips and seemed more confident.

The two of them stood in front of the fourteen-year-old girl.

“Now, get on the bed,” said Liza commandingly.

Cowed, Hope held up her hands, “Okay, okay.”

She laid down with her hands by her side, and her ankles crossed.

My mom and Liza stood on each side of the bed. Together, they slipped a loop of rope around each wrist, then pulled the rope tight, so Hope’s arms were spread.

They tied the rope to the bedframe underneath. I think I got erect sooner thinking about why our mothers would already have ropes attached to the bed. Those magazines evidently had been educational

Genuine fear showed on the girl’s face, “Hey! Let me go.”

Ms. Hart turned to my mother, “Thank you, Judy.”

She nodded and left the room.

Liza reached into Tom’s dresser and pulled out a leather belt. “Now, spread your legs.”

Looking at her mother fearfully, she complied.

Hope’s mother stuck a finger inside her vagina, “Much too dry. But I can fix that.”

Out of a side table she produced a small, square vibrator that attached to her hand. It made a purring sound when she turned it on.

She ran her fingers up, down and around her daughter’s clitoris.

Hope’s eyes bugged out, then she started moaning softly. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out and came.

Liza nodded her head, “Now she’s ready.”

She turned to me. “Hope’s primed. Have at it, just like you saw in the magazines.”

I was hard again, but I hesitated, “If she doesn’t want to...”

The mother pushed my shoulders toward Hope, “You just do your job, which is to get women pregnant. Besides, she may not realize it today, but she will be thankful for this

chance.”

I knew that was true, so I approached the black-haired girl. She was panting, coming down from her first orgasm.

I laid on top of her, supporting my upper body with my arms. I was about the same height as her, so we were face-to-face. I could not think of anything to say to her.

I tried inserting my penis in her, but my aim seemed to be off.

Liza, seeing the problem, grabbed my cock, and got it in the right hole.

I pushed my hips in and felt her hymen tear.

This time I was not so quick. I got a good five thrusts into her virgin pussy before I came.

I don’t know if she had an orgasm, but Hope moaned with each thrust.

When I pulled out, I was alarmed to see that my cock was covered with blood.

“Oh, that’s just from taking her cherry,” said Liza.

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