Chapter 2

Not long after we returned from (more-or-less) grocery shopping, we found my sisters sitting outside our tent. I could tell that something was going on with them. They often carried on subtle conversations in “twin-speak,” which I was unable to follow.

Mom, however, was on to them.

“Alright, girls, spill!”

“Oh, nothing,” replied Cassidy.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Cassidy Lee. How about you two do two hours of math homework?”

“Crap! Should I tell her?”

Cherise groaned and nodded to her sister.

“A picture is worth a thousand words, I guess.”

They both stood and stripped off their denim shorts and panties. I had to giggle. Their pubic forests had been radically trimmed, and their lower lips were all easily visible.

“Wow! My sisters are hot!” I couldn’t help but blurt out my surprise. Suddenly, my shorts were getting uncomfortably tight again.

“So, darling daughters, why did you decide to parade your pussies around the camp? Those geezers are already mesmerized by your little boobie buds.”

“Mom, we live outside. In Florida. I also can’t take showers. I love my sister, but I can’t pretend she and I aren’t, um, smelly. Lately, even Blue doesn’t want to sniff us. Plus, we share that tiny tent with our brother. Rubin isn’t showering either; his odor is even worse—even before he gets a hard-on.”

Mom looked very uncomfortable.

“Mom, your johns are letting you wash after, maybe even before. We don’t have that choice.”

“Shit! OK, you’ve made your point. Tomorrow, we’ll walk over to the state park and swim at their beach. Without a car, we won’t have to pay the entrance fee. Then you two junior sluts can get back to sharing oral sex.”

“MOM!” They chorused in unison.

“Rubin, tell your mother the truth.”

“Mom, I have to keep quiet. I don’t want my dick bitten off even before I have a chance to use it.”

“GIRLS!”

“Rubin, we promise, no biting. However, we have Taco Bell extra-hot salsa packets for you. Thanks for being discreet.”

“Son, you’d better come with me. I need to talk to you privately, away from my crazy daughters.”

Before I get into whatever new harebrained idea my mother was cooking up, I think I should explain a little more about myself. About three years ago, I was walking through a quiet neighborhood, and I encountered something shocking.

Mounted on two sturdy posts in someone’s front yard, there was a sturdy cabinet with an angled roof to keep the rain out. Double doors with glass panels showed what was inside, and a metal plaque along the top (just under the roof overhang) read “Little Free Library. Take a book. Leave a book.”

Stuffed inside, there must have been 40 hardbacks and paperbacks. I was so excited! I wrestled with my conscience and decided to leave with three books. The books were special hardback editions that included explanations of unfamiliar words and phrases in the margins. I learned later that they were very heavily edited, that is, shortened, so that several stories were packed into each volume. American Stories, in one volume, __ included The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Rip van Winkle, the Scarlet Letter, and Last of the Mohicans. Another volume was three stories by Jules Verne, and the third was Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain.

I needed a few weeks to finish devouring and committing to memory these nine stories, and then I hiked back to the library box and replaced them with three more volumes: Jack London (“The Call of the Wild” and “White Fang,” also “To Build A Fire”), Robert Louis Stevenson (“Treasure Island” and “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”), and “It” by Stephen King.

This last one deeply disturbed me, not just because of the horror theme (“Pennywise the Clown”). The story’s heroes—a group of kids known as “The Loser’s Club”—deeply affected me. I couldn’t help but think about how different my life would be if I had a home life and close friends my own age to hang around with.

I absorbed so much from that handful of books that someone had generously left out for passersby. I wished I could use the public library, but I thought a library card was required, and I didn’t have an address to use in order to get one.

When I no longer had reading material, I went through my tiny store of money and bought myself a $9 transistor radio with a little wired headphone. Wherever we migrated, I could find a public radio station to listen to. Of course, there were news and politics programs, but what I listened to most were the science programs. Using the earphone only (instead of the speaker), the AA battery lasted for weeks.

So, in a weird way, I picked up a lot of odds and ends in my brain. I might never use any of it. But being idle was not for me. I didn’t appreciate or respect the older men lying around the camp all day.

That’s when my mother came to me with an entirely different way of occupying my time. And maybe even making some money.

“OK, son, this is going to sound crazy, but I think you’re old enough for this. Remember, I was away for all of last night. I was with this couple; they wanted a threesome. Harry is about 40 years old, and his wife, Lena, is 28.

“No, there’s a reason I’m telling you this. OK, look, you and I; let’s both take off our clothes. I’ll explain why in a minute.

“Jeez, I didn’t realize how mature you’ve gotten. Wow! Impressive! That’s perfect.

“This couple clearly has money. We’re all soaping up afterwards in their spacious shower, and he’s super hard again. I’m washing the Mrs., and I have to ask. She says she wears a 38D, and her big nipples are stiff. She intimidates me because her young body is so sexy and perfect. I feel reassured, though, because he’s rubbing his erection up and down my ass crack.

“Then we rinse each other, towel off, and head back to their king-sized bed. Lena spreads her legs and puts my face in her pussy. Harry’s just whacking off watching us. Hang on, I’m getting to it.

“She says, ‘You’re spending the whole night here with us. I want you to hear my fantasy. What I’ve always wanted is to be a teenage boy’s first—his very first pussy. So, Thea, do you know any young boys you could bring to us?’”

“I thought about it while I was licking up and down her pink pussy lips. Her natural lube was dripping down my chin. I clamped down on her clit and made her cum. Oh, the things I need to teach you, Rubin.

“‘Lena, I do know a young guy, but you’re going to have to pay $100. That’s per year, so you’re going to have to pay him $1,500. Also, you’re going to pay me $500 to watch you. I want to make sure you treat him like a goddamn prince. You’re going to give him the perfect experience. Yes, Harry, you’re welcome to watch them with me.’

“That’s what I told them, Rubin. What do you think? Clearly, I can see your eagerness down there. But I have to worry about your feelings. Please, son, I promise, whatever you decide is fine with me. You might want to wait for someone closer to your...”

“It’s OK, Mom. Do you trust these sex maniacs?”

“I do, actually. Besides, what they want to do with you is against the law. They are risking everything by having sex with a minor; that’s a felony offense. We have to keep what happens with them a total secret. Please take a few minutes to think about it.”

“If I’m going to go through with it while you’re watching, then I need to have a, um, rehearsal. I think I want you to kneel in front of me. But with your mouth shut, Mom, just watch.”

I was excited, full of anticipation, and hard as iron. I licked my palm and fingers and started jerking off. It wasn’t going to take long. My eyes skipped between her ample tits and her soft and generous ass.

“Watch out!”

“Just point at my tits, baby.”

I attempted to aim lower, but I hit her chin and neck with one of my heaviest loads ever. Then she surprised me, using her index finger to sweep the globs and drips into her mouth. Bracing my arm against a tree, I tried to keep my balance while the overwhelming feelings shuddered through my body.

And then, Mom shocked me. She wrapped her lips around my slick head, sucking any remaining drops from inside my throbbing shaft.

“Before you try to argue with me, son, just enjoy yourself. There’s a huge smile on your face, you know.”

She was right. I could only close my eyes and enjoy the unique feelings.

“Son, your taste is delicious. What did you call this? Oh, yeah, you can rehearse with me whenever you want.”

“Mom, I trust you; I have to. Tell those crazy people: I’m in.”

“That’s great. I’m proud of you, Rubin. You’ve become the man I always hoped you would be. I’m going to pick up a $25 phone at the store so I can make the final arrangements with Lena and Harry.

We started to pull on our clothes. With difficulty, I stretched out my waistband and tucked away my persistent hard-on. When we returned to my sisters, they pointed and laughed.

“Mom, did you just blow our brother?”

“Shut up, you clowns. Or I will remember that extra math homework you were going to do.”

It finally hit me that my mother had just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. She had never done that before.

I know my sisters play kissing games with each other, and I’ve suspected for a long time that they go down on each other, but they’ve never done it around me. In the camp, there aren’t any guys that they would be interested in. I thought it might be possible, but unlikely, for them to have had other sexual experiences (beyond twincest). I couldn’t be certain.

Personally, I’ve never actually had sex with anyone else. I just got my first blowjob from my mother!

“Now, let me see those shaved pussies again.” Mom changed the subject. The girls proudly whipped their denim shorts down. We were standing in front of our tent, and it wasn’t entirely uncommon for the girls to be topless, but they rarely exposed themselves completely during the day at camp.

Mom noted red bumps and stubble in places that the girls missed.

“Did you do this with a dirty razor?”

“We bought some cheap disposable razors at the Dollar Store,” Cherise said, pulling her shorts back up. A few heads had turned to notice her cute little butt.