Chapter 1

I walked into my parents’ bedroom with restraints over my shoulder and a ball-gag for my dad. It was the first time I had seen either of my parents naked. My dad, Foster Mathew Young, fifty-two, around five-seven, black hair that was balding, a robust two-hundred-ninety-five-pounds, hairy, with a meager penis, that when flaccid, as it was now, looked like a hairy, white-flesh-toned kiwi cut in half, with half a walnut shell sitting on top of the kiwi halves, a severe alcoholic, and he loved to yell at and command everyone around him, like he was a king or something. How he was able to land and marry my mom is beyond me, maybe he gives great tongue, because his penis wouldn’t satisfy a flea. I mean, it could almost pass as a swollen pussy.

Mom, Evonne Mia Young, forty, five-two, demure, soft spoken, one-hundred-seventeen-pounds, long ginger red hair that hung down to her ass, with a fair and creamy complexion, and has a dusting of freckles all over her body. She had an impressive bust, ‘double D’s’ at least, that were perfect, with no sag or droop at all to them, her nipples and areolas are a bubblegum pink, her body was without a blemish anywhere, and her eyes are as green as emeralds. I had her turn around to show me the rest of her assets and was not disappointed in what I observed, her ass was one of fantasies, especially mine as of late, in both roundness and firmness. She had two dimples above her ass in the small of her back, on either side of her spine, which was a turn-on for me, and childbearing hips.

Me, I’m Eros Mardian Young, six-four, two-hundred-twenty-pounds, broad shouldered, black headed, with lite smoke grey eyes, very fit and defined, although I have never played any kind of sports, a senior in high-school, with a cock that I’m proud of, Eighteen-year-old. Now, why am I in the situation I’m currently in? Let me start from the morning I turned eighteen, Saturday, January first, 2006.

I woke up to the sun shining in my eyes, because my mother had come into my room to open the curtains for some reason. The long sleeve, from neck to ankle, cotton nightgown she was wearing let the sun show her figure through the material. I liked what I saw, which was no more than a shadow or outline of her body. I could make out the little fold between her legs, the curve of her hips, and the fullness of her side-boob. I got hard, faster than a neuron could fire in my brain, from the sight of my mother’s outlined body.

As she pulled the curtains open there was a slight wiggle to her ass, and a little sway from side to side of her impressive boobs. When she started to turn around, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. She walked over to the side of my bed, sat next to me, and ruffled my hair, “Wake up, birthday boy,” she told me.

I stretched and gave a groan, “Morning, my beautiful mother,” I told her. She leaned down and kissed me on my forehead and gave me a warm loving smile.

“Are you going to get out of bed anytime soon?” she asked me.

“Of course I am, but I’m in my boxers, and you’re in my room, so I can’t really get out of bed while in my underwear with you in here, now, can I?” I told her.

She immediately turned several shades of red and hurried out of my room. For as long as I could remember, she had always called me her little ‘Cherub’, and this was probably because up until I turned thirteen, I was short and pudgy, after which, I started to grow and lean out. When I used to hug her, she’d ask, “How’s my little cherub doing?”

“Better now that I got my hug,” I’d tell her.

That’s my mom, a shy, demure, as beautiful inside as she is on the outside, woman that I would kill for. I got out of bed and walked over to my window, with my raging hardon, to open it up. When I opened it up, I could hear my dad talking to someone. He was one of those people that didn’t know they were talking loud on a cell phone, kind of person. I could hear him just fine, but not the other person, so I sat and listened to him.

“No, of course not, she’s not that smart. Even if she was, she knows I’m the king of this house, and what her place is,” he said to whoever was on the other side of the phone conversation. I could see him walking around on the back patio below my window. He wasn’t saying anything, but I could see him nod every once and a while.

“That’s not a bad idea, I could get her to fuck a bunch of guys and film it, then use it to divorce her and use the videos against her, so she would get nothing from me, but the bare minimum in the divorce,” he told his cohort on the other side of the phone conversation. I had been pissed, up until this point, but now, I was seething with anger.

“What’s the website? Yeah, yeah, I know the double-u, double-u, double-u, part, what’s the other part?” he said to them. Then he said, “The mix dot com,” as he paced around the patio.

I went to my closet and grabbed an old caching server I had and hooked it up to make sure it still worked. I logged into it and set it to where, if the website was searched, it would redirect to a site I was going to make and use it against my dad. Oh, and I have been screwing around with computers since the first Tandy pc. I’ve got very good at coding and web design, so this is going to be relatively easy for me. I went to the website and found out it was an exclusive “Swingers” site. The main page was a basic page, with the sites name, sign up, and log-in areas.

I was able to run a ‘traceroute’ and get the IP address for the site’s server and FTP into it. Whoever was the site’s admin was, is an idiot, because the password for the server admin was, “Th3M1x.” I made myself a hidden admin account and then poked around, to see if there was anyone I might know on the site. There were, but none worth mentioning. I took all the code for ‘the mix’ website and used their code in mine. As web master I had the sign-up and log-in information sent to my Nokia E61 cell phone.

It had taken me just over three hours to get all of it done and set up. I would know the instant he signed up for the site and could make him think he was talking to a real person, well, you know, someone other than me.

I had no sooner let out a breath to relax my nerves, when my phone chirped. The motherfucker had signed up and was awaiting his approval. I knew it normally took a couple of days before you were authorized as a member and received your log-in information.

I went through his information page and saw that he was lying on a whole bunch of it. There were no photographs of him, but he had added over fifty photographs of my mom. When the photographs began to get racy, I stopped looking. I know, I had just got a boner from seeing her body through her nightgown, and I had the opportunity to maybe see her naked, but it just seemed like it was a shithead move, and I didn’t want to be a shithead.

I tried to put it out of my mind, but every time I got close to my dad, I wanted to rip his throat out. I went downstairs to find my mom cutting up vegetables for my birthday dinner. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck, which gave her goosebumps, and made her giggle and shiver a little.

“You know that I would do whatever I need to do to make sure you’re happy and safe, right?” I told her.

“Of course I do, just like I would with you and your sister,” she told me back.

That got me thinking of my twenty-two-year-old sister, Eleen Michelle, and how much she looked like my mother, they were pretty much identical, other than my sister being a strawberry blonde. Eleen was a Christmas baby, born on December twenty-fifth, she too was a demure, shy, soft-spoken woman, who was in her final year of college.

“Get away from my woman like that, Boy!” my dad yelled at me, which broke me out of my thoughts.

He walked over and pushed me out of the way, to try and prove she was his, and then he kissed her on the lips. She didn’t seem to like, nor want, his show of ownership. I think Mom could feel my anger, I sure did, it was like a million ants in my skull causing my brain to itch, and the itch moved all the way through my body to the bottoms of my feet.

“Can you help me cut up the vegetables, please?” she asked me and gave me one of her warm smiles.

“Sure,” I told her.

“That’s a woman’s work, why can’t you do it yourself?” the asshole barked at my mom

I had just picked up the knife to start cutting some carrots for my mother, when he said that. My hand tightened around the hilt of the knife, and I was contemplating throwing it at the asshole, that very second. My mom put her hand on mine with the knife in it, and again gave me ‘The’ smile, that could calm me in an instant. I went back to helping my mother and stayed quiet, although I was seething with anger again. I stayed calm enough to finish helping my mom and as I walked away, I kissed her cheek and said, “I love you, Mom,” which got me one of her beautiful smiles.

“She’ll make a woman out of you yet, ‘silky boy’,” the asshole said to me as I walked past him.

I went upstairs to my room to think and ended up making a fake profile that I could use on the website. I used myself as the fake body, so I took several photographs of me shirtless and in my boxers, showing the impressive bulge in them. I would use them to entice the asshole to contact my fake profile and set up a meeting with it. I sat around thinking of what was to come, when Mom called me down for dinner. She had made all my favorites, Roast with carrots, but without the potatoes, mashed potatoes, fresh homemade rolls, and a German chocolate cake with the coconut pecan icing.

I leaned back in my chair, rubbed my full belly, and thanked my mom for going through the trouble for me, then I stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek to show my gratitude to her. As I was kissing her, she reached up and patted my cheek, and said, “You’re very much welcome.”

The sound of the asshole sliding his chair across the hardwood floor made us turn and look at him, “It was edible, but that’s it,” the asshole said as he walked away. I could see the hurt in my mother’s eyes.

“He’s just a walking shit-stain, don’t listen to him, I thought it was marvelous,” I said in a comedic tone, getting a laugh and a swat on my arm from her napkin.

Mom and I cleaned the kitchen without saying a word to each other. “Yep, ‘silky boy’, that’s exactly what you are,” the asshole said as he made another stiff drink for himself.

“And you are a drunken loser,” I said back at him.

“What, what did you just say to me you little motherfucker?” he taunted.

“I guess the alcohol makes you deaf and dumb,” I said looking right at him.

“The second you graduate you’re out of my house, you ungrateful, little prick,” he told me as he walked off.

“He can’t throw me out, because the house is in my name. Grandma Cleo set it up that way,” I told my mom, hoping to remove the look of shock from her face.

It was still daylight outside, so I decided to take a walk. This is when I met Stacy, she was a neighbor four doors down from us, on the same side of the street. She was in the middle of carrying in her groceries when one of the bags tore open on her, sending some oranges and tomatoes rolling down her driveway towards me. I did what I was supposed to do, I caught all the rolling fruits and vegetables and then flirted with her.

Stacy was, if I were a betting man, in her early thirties, five-six, one-hundred-ten-pounds, with a B-cup, and a very nice ass. I didn’t have to bet on her ass, I could see that she had a nice ass. The flirting got me inside, getting inside got her to kissing me, which led us to her bedroom. When we got to her bedroom, she stripped down to her sexy matching black lace bra and panty set, and they didn’t hide anything. I could see that she was completely hairless between her legs and her areolas were dark brown, about the size of a fifty-cent piece, while her nipples were threatening to poke a hole in her lace bra.

The smell of her arousal was arousing me, to the point I currently felt I had a meat hammer between my legs. It was so hard I could probably drill a hole in a granite slab. Stacy sat on her bed and pulled my shorts down to my ankles, and had me take off my shirt, to which I did. She then pulled down my boxers and saw my extremely hard cock and said, “Nope, no way in hell.” Then looked up at me with what looked like fear in her eyes.

“I’ll attempt to suck you off and you can eat me out, but that thing is not going anywhere near my cooter,” she told me.

“Cooter?” I asked.

“Yeah, you know my clam, pink taco, vah-jj, meat muffin,” the look on my face must have spoken volumes because she then said, “It’s another word for my vagina.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” I said, trying not to look like a total spaz.

She got a questioning look on her face and then asked the question, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said as I looked at the floor.

“Hot damn, I got me a virgin with a big dick,” she said as she clapped her hands and rubbed them together.

I was very much in the throes of a massive erection, and her clapping, and the rubbing of her hands together, did nothing to lessen the harness of my cock, because it made her boobs jiggle when she did it. She picked up on where my attention was focused and started to torment me by shaking her shoulders to make her boobs bounce from side to side in her bra. Then she removed her bra and continued to torment me. She stopped shaking her boobs long enough to take off her panties, which again did nothing to stem the hardness of my cock.

The thought did cross my mind to pick her up, bend her over, and ram my cock in her pussy all the way to her throat, but that would disappoint my mom, so I nixed the idea. Stacy grabbed me by the dick, pulled me over to her bed, and pushed me down onto it. “Get in the middle of the bed,” she told me, so I did. She crawled on top of me with her ass in my face and said, “Let’s see what you can do,” and slammed her crotch on my face.

I started to panic after a couple of minutes of not being able to breathe, so I exhaled and inadvertently blew a raspberry on her crotch, which made her moan. When she moaned, she lifted off my face enough for me to get a breath of air. With lungs full of air, I tried to replicate what made Stacy moan the first time, but nothing happened when I blew the razzberry. Stacy, by now, was working on my cock with her hand, fast and furious.

“Lick and suck on my little whisker biscuit and use your fingers too,” she instructed.

I began to lick, suck, and finger her as much as I possibly could, and the moment she started to suck me my brain stopped working. I froze up and stopped doing anything to her, so she gave me a couple of nudges with her crotch to my face and I began to slowly move my fingers a little bit.

“Hey, back there. If you don’t work, I don’t work. The better you do, the more I do for you,” she said to me.

“It tastes a little salty, but no more than when I suck the blood when I cut my finger,” I thought to myself as I ate my first pussy. Other than it being salty, she tasted very good to me. I touched a rough spot on the inside of Stacy, that’s when I rubbed my finger across it, causing her legs to jerk a little, so I focused on that spot. I also found a little nub on the outside, that when I sucked or licked on it, I would get a moan out of Stacy. I focused on both these spots and soon Stacy was sucking the hell out of my dick.

Stacy’s legs and body started to shake and vibrate, I didn’t know what was going on, but she had stopped sucking me. I thought I was doing something wrong, so I doubled my efforts. Stacy’s legs clamped down on my head and cut off my airflow again. I began to move my face back and forth trying to get some air, when I could just barely hear her scream, because her legs were covering my ears too. Suddenly, my face and mouth were inundated with a salty, sweet liquid that I really liked, so I tried to get as much of it in my mouth as I could.