Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Daryl and I live with my twice widowed mom in a medium sized town in Indiana. My real dad was killed in a car wreck when I was 12 and my mom married a preacher a year later. Bob the preacher was older and very judgemental and began molesting me shortly after he married my mom. I’m only 5 ft. 6 inches tall with a slim build and feminine features so I think that’s what attracted him to me. He encouraged me to grow my hair long and wear it in a ponytail and paid me to help him around the church. I was in the throes of puberty and everything made me horny and I think he used that against me. He would tell me personal things about my mom and their sex life ... like, “she’s got a good body, or big perky boobs and he even told me she had a very hairy pussy”. He also told me that she was very prudish and didn’t even like sex. He would show me sex magazines, both straight and gay and make comments like, “my cock’s bigger than that one” or “my cock cums way more than that guys”. After a while, I was curious about his cock and wanted to see it and have some real sex even if it was with another guy.

One Saturday morning after looking at porn in his church office, he started rubbing his cock through his pants and I couldn’t look away. He said “why don’t you rub it for me” and I immediatly put my hand on it and felt it throb. He said “go lock the door” and I was more than willing to take this further. When I came back, I noticed that he was still sitting in his desk chair but his pants and underwear were around his ankles and his big hard cock was sticking straight up with the leaking head almost touching his big belly. He told me to kneel down between his legs so I could see better and then instructed me to stroke it like I would my own. I was fascinated by how different his body was from mine, he was a big husky man with a big belly and thick red hair everywhere and especially thick around his big balls and cock. His huge cock was very hard and circumsized with a long mushroom shaped head. His cock got fatter and fatter as it got closer to his belly and when I pulled it toward me, it was like pulling a tree limb and when I let go, it snapped back against his belly. It was hot to the touch and felt very heavy and was slowly emitting small globs of thick, clear, sticky liquid onto my thumb and wrist. Bob said “I think your ready for a taste of another mans cum, go ahead and lick all of that away”.

I knew it was wrong, preacher Bob had said that gay people were sinners but I figured he wanted me to do it so it must be ok. As I licked the salty, odd tasting nector, preacher Bob said as if he’d read my mind “what your doing isn’t gay, it’s just a son helping his dad and sons do that for their old dads so now I want you to put your mouth on it and suck and lick as you move your pretty little mouth up and down the length of it”. I did as I was told and within minutes, Bob’s big cock started jerking in my mouth causing me to have to swallow his thick, hot cum, over and over until he ran out. I loved everything about it, sucking, rubbing his big balls, his cock jerking in my mouth and the wonderful taste and texture of his thick, hot cum. He told me not to tell anybody and we’d do it again. He said my mom wouldn’t do that for him and I was more than happy to. He was a very horny man and I sucked him three or four times a week until the last time when he grabbed his chest as his big cock pumped out a double sized load and then he died of a heart attack.

I couldn’t get his pants up so I told the police that I found him like that. They finally got me to admit that I was sucking his dick when he died so the police told my mom that preacher Bob had been molesting me and that his heart gave out while recieving oral sex. Mom appoligized over and over to me but I told her it was alright and that, I knew I shouldn’t be doing it. There was a big scandal and we had to move out of the rectory. Bob had left us nothing so mom had to take a waitress job. We found a small house and I got a part time job at a fast food place to help out. Mom had no skills so she enrolled at a massage school to become a massage therapist and it took her six months to graduate, going part time. She ran an add on Craigslist and had cards printed up. She was so happy and enthusiastic when she handed me one of the cards. It said “MOM’S HAPPY ENDING MASSAGE” and I didn’t have the heart to tell her what that meant. She kept her day job and did massages in the evening and we even bought her a used but fancy massage table and set it up in the small extra bedroom. Mom charged $50 an hour and at first it was slow and several men came and asked her for sex or got touchy feely with her.

Sometimes if she didn’t trust the guy, she would ask me to be in the room and she would tell the customer that I was her student. One big older guy named Ed came every Thursday evening and he would flirt with my mom and occassionally cop a feel but he was basically a good guy. He would strip naked and I would cover his butt or groin and call my mom and she would perform the massage. After several sessions, Ed asked “why doesn’t your student ever help” causing my mom to panic so I said “I can do your legs if you don’t mind”. Ed said “go for it and you don’t have to be gentle with me”. I’d watched my mom enough to know the basics so as he lay on his stomach, I did his legs and thighs and mom did his neck, shoulders and back. He told mom that he would double the payment to $100 if I also worked his buttocks. Mom gave me a confused look so I said “sure, we can do that” and I slid the towel off and massaged his butt and thighs. When it was time for him to turn over, I recovered him with the towel and held it as he turned over. My mom is very short so I had made her a wide step stool so she would be higher than the customer. While mom massaged his neck and chest, I did the front of his legs and thighs.

I could see Ed’s cock tenting the towel as I worked his thighs and so did mom. Finally Ed asked “how much more for the happy ending” and my mom gave me the same confused look. I said “ another $50 if I do it and Ed said “hell yeah go for it” so I removed the towel from his good sized cock and began to stroke it. Mom was mesmerized by what I was doing and her breathing had become heavier and more ragged. She didn’t even realize that Ed’s hand was under her dress rubbing between her legs. Suddenly Ed moaned “there’s another $50 if you suck it” so I just took it in my mouth and sucked it right in front of my mom and it wasn’t long before Ed filled my mouth again and again until finally his mighty cock went soft. When I looked up at my mom, she was straddling Ed’s head with her eyes closed and her whole lower body was jerking in the throes of a hard orgasm, caused by Ed’s tongue. After Ed left, my mom asked “why did Ed call that a happy ending” and I had to explain that in the massage world, a “happy ending” is when the therapist brings the customer to orgasm. Mom said “oooohhhh myy Goddd, I better change my cards”. She said “you didn’t have to do that but now we have our rent money and some left over” and she was happy.