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Oh, Danny Boy

Copyright© 2024 by Phan Tassey

Chapter 3

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Danny is a well-developed teenage boy at fourteen. He's had a very ordinary life until his mother wants to have the talk. This turns out to be a catalyst of a series of unbelievable events that even includes meeting Jesus.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Drunk/Drugged   Reluctant   Romantic   Lesbian   BiSexual   Fiction   Sharing   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Aunt   BDSM   DomSub   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Light Bond   Rough   Spanking   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   First   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Sex Toys   Squirting   Water Sports   Big Breasts   Teacher/Student  

I woke up around 2 AM and I was still sandwiched between them. They still had their hands on my now rock-hard cock. I let out a sigh and then yawned. I carefully removed their hands and slid down and off the end of the bed. I had to pee really bad and I crept into the adjoining bathroom. I stood at the toilet, trying to soften my hard-on. It was not cooperating. I finally got it to soften enough and I concentrated on peeing, closing my eyes. I then felt a hand on my ass and breasts against my back. I jumped a bit and turned to see Carol admiring my cock.

“Don’t pee just yet.” She straddled the toilet bowl and parted her pussy lips with two fingers and looked up at me, “Pee right here,” she said, pointing near the top of her slit. “Please, Danny.”

I focused a bit more and it came rushing out. I aimed it to where she wanted, and when it hit the spot, she breathed in heavily before saying, “Oh, fuck yes.” She grabbed my free hand and put my thumb into her mouth, and she started working it like she was sucking a cock, all the while looking up at me. She began to moan and breathe more rapidly, working up to an orgasm. I still didn’t know what to think about the peeing thing, but seeing a woman get off turned me on so badly. I could feel my cock begin to harden, and I had to aim it again. As the flow slowed down, she removed my thumb and replaced it with my cock. She sucked the last of the pee out, and my cock continued to harden in her mouth. She took it out and stroked it with her hand. “Thank you, Danny. I never get to do that with my husband.”

I smiled at her and caressed her cheek. “You’re so beautiful, Carol. I hate when Bob treats you like shit.”

She giggled a bit at that. “Don’t say that. Bob is a good man. He has his faults like all of us, and I’ve learned to live with them. Don’t get upset over what he does to me. That’s my job.” She gripped my cock pretty hard when she said that last bit.

I naturally got worried for half of a second, but relaxed as she continued to stroke it. I was beginning to wonder just how long we were going to be like this until Carol began to pee. She moaned when she put her hand in the way of it, and then pulled my cock into her mouth. She sucked and stroked and moaned, closing her eyes. My curiosity took over and I reached my hand down to her pussy and let the pee run over my fingers like her. This turned her on even more and she sucked and stroked and moaned harder. I’m not sure why it didn’t have an effect on me before, but something about her hot pee running over our hands, made my cock throb this time. When she finished peeing, she wiped it off with some toilet paper. She flushed the toilet, and got up, putting the lid down. She knelt on top of it and leaned over the back of it, sticking her ass out. Her pussy was right in line with my cock, and I didn’t hesitate to move straight forward until it touched it.

She reached a hand through her legs and parted her lips and her wet pussy easily accepted my straining cock. I paused a bit, relishing in the feeling of full penetration. Her hips gyrated and her cervix tickled my peehole. “Pull my hair,” she commanded.

She no longer had it in a ponytail, and so I grabbed a handful and pulled on it.

“That’s it, Danny, now fuck me hard.”

I had no control, even though I had full control. I quickly pistoned my hips in a frenzy. My thrusts were hard and our bodies clapped when they came together.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she yelled each time my hips hit her ass.

“You love getting fucked by your student’s cock, don’t you, slut?” Just then her pussy clamped hard, and juices flowed heavily, spraying everywhere.

“Uh, yes ... fuck ... me ... harder, ugggh!”

I could tell that her face was getting shoved into the tile wall every time I thrust forward. My concern for her, though, was nowhere to be found, and I grabbed her shoulder with my other hand and really started to ram her. She was putty in my hands at that point and I saw her eyes roll back. My balls began to tighten. My thrusts became even more frantic, and as the sperm exploded inside of her, I screamed out. I forced her to exhale as I shoved my cock in as far as it would go. I could feel her cervix getting in the way of my cum. “Oh fuck! That feels so fucking good!” My body convulsed during the last few spasms. I finally relaxed my grip on her hair and shoulder and she sort of slumped in place.

“Holy fuck, Danny. You’re an animal.” I saw her wince as she removed her cheek from the wall, and I slid my softening cock out.

Despite my athleticism, I was out of breath and I put my hands on my head. I watched Carol sort of melt into a seated position, and she pulled me towards her and put my cock in her mouth to clean it off.

She pulled away and put a hand to her cheek. I leaned over to try and look, “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m sure it’s okay.” She seemed confident in her response, but avoiding my eyes told me that she worried.

I forced her hand away and tilted her cheek into the light. “It doesn’t look bruised.” I leaned down and kissed her gently on that cheek.

“Now you’re just trying to steal my heart.”

I gave her a smirk, not really sure if she was facetious or not. I grabbed a towel and wiped up our mess and she gave me a kiss before going back to bed. I threw the towel into the hamper and went to the sink to wash my hands and face. After rinsing off, I looked at myself in the mirror. I toweled my face off and let out a sigh. “What are you getting yourself into?” I shook my head and went to the kitchen to get some water. I was afraid of that answer and tried not to speculate about it. As I finished taking a sip of water, someone pounded hard on the door. It scared me so bad I nearly dropped the glass of water. I set it down, and the person pounded again. I crept over to the nook in the dining room and peeked through the blinds of the window that faced the door. My eyes bulged when I saw Bob. I watched him pound the door again, and he leaned on it.

“Carol! I know you’re in there! I tracked your phone!”

Oh fuck! He sounded drunk.

“Carol! Get your ass out here!”

I didn’t freeze for long and flew upstairs and into my mother’s bedroom. Back here you couldn’t hear the door if someone knocked. Even with a cop knock. “Mom, mom,” I yelled and whispered at the same time, shaking her violently.

“What’s going on, Danny?” Carol asked.

I looked at her with panic-stricken eyes, “Your husband!”

“Oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!” She aided in waking up my mother, “Beth! Wake up!”

My mother wasn’t usually a hard sleeper, but she looked very groggy when she opened her eyes and tilted her head up, “Huh ... what’s going on?” she asked before she yawned.

“Bob’s here,” Carol plainly said in a dramatic tone.

Like an electric shock, my mother bolted out of bed and grabbed a robe, putting it on along the way. Her steps were forceful and she disappeared down the hall quickly. I looked over at Carol and my eyes were still panicked. She threw her head into the mattress and screamed. That, of course, didn’t help my panic. I ran off to my bedroom and threw on my gym shorts again, and before I left, I grabbed my black Louisville Slugger and slowly went down the stairs.

“Bob! You’re drunk! I’m calling you a cab!”

“I need to talk to Carol! I’m not going anywhere until I do!”

I had gotten down far enough that I could see that my mom was talking to him through the door and I sighed in relief, relaxing the bat and it bumped into the wall. My mom whipped her head towards me and put a finger up to her lips. “Bob, it’s late! Your talk can wait until the morning when you’re not drunk!”

Carol had caught up and grabbed onto my arm, putting her head onto my shoulder. I looked down at her with perplexed eyes. She had donned a robe as well. I thought for sure she was going to go out and talk to him.

“Please, dammit! C’mon, Carol! I know you’re listening!”

“If you keep this up, I’ll be forced to call the cops, instead!”

“Fucking fuck!” he yelled as he pounded the door once.

It made Carol jump and whimper, and I put my arm around her and she did the same with both arms. I turned to watch my mother breathe out a long sigh and look up to the ceiling with frustration.

“You’re giving me no choice, Bob!”

“Just let me talk to her.” His tone had diminished, and it sounded like he was about to cry.

Suddenly, Carol’s head perked up, “Just fucking go home, you prick!”

“Carol? Please, Carol! Just come out and talk to me.”

My mother glared at Carol for speaking up. “Now is not the time, Bob! I’m giving you five seconds to leave my property, and then, I’m calling the cops!”

Carol returned her head to my shoulder and cried into it, and I rubbed her back to console her.

“One ... two ... three ... fou—”

Bob screamed and pounded the door, “This isn’t over, Beth!”

My mom peeked out of the window and I watched her posture fail, and she put her forehead against the window. She turned her head along the axis of her forehead to look at Carol, “Jesus Christ, Carol. What the fuck did you say to him?”

Carol sniffled and caught a tear from her eye with a finger, “I don’t know what to say. We parted on calm terms. He must’ve worked himself up.”

“He probably feels guilty about denying you your motherhood.”

“Maybe,” she sobbed.

“Well, I need a drink and a toke.” She then walked into the living room.

“Why don’t we go sit down,” I offered to Carol. She smiled up at me and nodded her head and I escorted her to the couch. The coffee table was as we left it, and I poured everyone more wine.

My mother sat on the other side of me and put a jewelry box on the table. I’d never seen this one before. When she opened it, I gasped. “Is that what I think it is?”

“Why, have you tried it?” she pried.

“Actually, no. This one kid offered it to me, but I turned it down.”

“I’m glad to hear that, son. But, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if you started smoking weed.” She started loading a small glass pipe.

“How long have you been smoking it?”

“Shit, since I was younger than you. Although, it’s not like I do it everyday, but it’s a good stress reliever.”

“Hurry up and pass that,” Carol demanded.

My mother looked over at her, but instead of rebutting her, she gasped, “What happened to your face, Carol?”

Her hand flinched to her now yellowed cheek. Then it turned orange with blush and she smiled coyly before answering, “We sort of fucked in the bathroom. Ugh, it was worth it, though.”

“Jesus, son, I told you to impregnate her, not break her.”

“But, she told me—” They both laughed, cutting me off.

“I’m just giving you shit. Now, here,” she said, handing me the pipe and a lighter. “Put your thumb over this hole here, and then suck in as you light it. After a second or two, unplug that hole and finish the hit.”

I stared at the pieces in my hands. My mind wasn’t ready for so many directions and I felt lost. I had never even flicked a lighter before.

“Here, let me show you,” my mom said, grabbing them back. “Now, watch.”

She did how she had explained, and I was surprised at how it crackled when she inhaled. She let out a huge billow of smoke and handed the pipe to me.

“Now you won’t need to light it, just inhale.”

I didn’t hesitate. It tasted terrible and it burned my throat. I wasn’t able to inhale much before I pulled it away and coughed and coughed. I felt like my larynx was going to launch out of my throat. My eyes teared up, and Carol grabbed the pipe from me as they giggled at me. After I recovered, I took a sip of my wine, then leaned back into my seat. I wiped my eyes and cleared my throat.

“Are you okay, son?”

I turned my head quicker than I had intended, and for a brief moment, everything wavered in my vision. I couldn’t help but smile at her, “Yeah,” I said with a large exhale.

My mother laughed, falling back into her seat and slapping her thigh. I giggled with her and watched her boobs jiggle. I could see her nipples protruding through her robe. My cock lurched and I put a hand on him, “Woah, down, boy.”

That made both of them laugh hard and Carol leaned into me as she did. It was contagious, but I soon noticed that, the more that I laughed, the harder my cock got. It throbbed with every guffaw and soon was pitching a large tent in my gym shorts.

“My god, son, your cock is possessed. Women would kill for a cock that performs that much,” she added with a giggle.

I looked at her with a dumbfounded look, and my mouth gaped to say something, but I didn’t know how to respond to that.

My mother looked over at Carol, “Are you ready to service this Godpole again, Carol?”

She giggled as she looked at it, but then her face got serious and she looked down. “I don’t think I’m up for it right now, but I’d love to watch you two fuck.”

“Mmm, more for me then,” she said, grabbing a hold of it and squeezing. It throbbed in her hand.

I felt like I couldn’t move, and it didn’t matter. My mother slid a leg of my shorts up to expose it. She then stepped up onto the couch and then stood over me, facing me. She carefully lowered herself onto it as her legs straddled my lap. My mother closed her eyes and threw her head back when it was all the way inside of her. She put a hand on the back of the couch and one on my shoulder and she began to move up and down slightly. It felt difficult to focus and the sensations seemed to be dulled.

I turned to look at Carol, and she had turned to face us leaning back on the arm rest. She parted her robe and fingered her pussy and groped a breast while she watched us. My mother turned my head back to her and leaned in for a kiss, still maintaining her rhythm. I moaned into her mouth as our tongues danced. I really liked kissing, and my mother was amazing at it. I finally had enough brain function to get my hands involved. One went to her head, and the other to her ass.

She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to mine, “Oh fuck ... I can’t believe I’m a slut for my own son. I’m such a bad mother.”

I spanked her when she said that, and she let out a grunt.

“That’s it, spank your naughty mother.”

I spanked her again and her juices began to flow while her rhythm quickened. Her breathing became ragged and she suddenly stopped with it all the way in, and I could feel her kegels contracting. I moaned and pushed down on her ass. She gyrated her hips while she finished her orgasm and then I could hear soft moans coming from Carol. I looked over and she was fixated on me while she bit her nipple. I smiled at her and that seemed to send her over the edge. She growled into her nipple and her hips bucked a little, “Godammit, that’s so fucking hot.”

My mother looked over at her and licked her lips. She got up off of me and got on all fours to eat Carol’s pussy. I didn’t even think, just got into position and started fucking away while I watched Carol. Her eyes glared with passion, and it felt so amazing to be so wanted. She returned her nipple to her mouth and put the other hand on my mother’s head. I bit my lip and quickened my pace.

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