Chapter 1

Jacob’s parents were good people. His father, Edwards Hobbs, was a respected pastor in their small town. Jacob’s mother, Lacey Hobbs, was known for her charitable endeavors and her active presence in the local Parent Teacher Association. While Jacob had been raised to revere and respect his parents, he knew they were not perfect. He had overheard them having sex, though they swore to their congregation that sex should be saved for marriage. Jacob had heard his father preaching on the evils of alcohol while the stench of beer lingered on his breath. He watched as his mother bullied her way through PTA meetings, passive-aggressively getting her way while acting as sweet as peach cobbler. There were also the things Jacob had never told anyone—the things he had seen his mother do.

For the past year, his mother had spent more and more time with the janitor at Jacob’s school, Mr. Jerkins. At first, the time was spent in the front office, chatting with the secretary as she complained about the parents. She often took Mr. Jerkins his lunch. Jacob didn’t like this—it made him feel funny inside. Mr. Jerkins always called him “young man” and never “sir,” and he would wink at Jacob and say things like “you’re a growing boy.” But Jacob was also intrigued. The way his mom leaned over Mr. Jerkins’ lunch break table. The way she would whisper things to him and pat his hand. It made Jacob uncomfortable, but it also made him feel something else. He felt like he was witnessing something he shouldn’t be allowed to see. He felt naughty for seeing his mom in this way. But he couldn’t stop watching.

Then one day, while Jacob was staying late for choir practice, he watched from the front office as his mother and Mr. Jerkins left the school together. He was worried. What if his dad found out? But he also had an itch he wanted to scratch—a curiosity, a desire to know more about what his mother was doing. After his choir practice was over, he snuck through the halls and out the back door. He walked through the field behind the school and made his way to Mr. Jerkins’ house, which was within eyesight of the school.

Jacob watched through the window as his mom and Mr. Jerkins ate dinner and drank wine. He watched as Mr. Jerkins unbuttoned his mother’s shirt. He watched as his mom stood up and lifted up her skirt as Mr. Jerkins dropped his pants, and in his underwear, his mother came up, put his dick in her mouth, and licked his balls as Mr. Jerkins cupped the back of her head, guiding her. Then we got down low with her, pushed her legs back, and stuck his big black cock into her waiting cunt. Jacob realized his own dick was stiff in his pants, and it left a spot on his zipper. He had never seen his dick so hard and had never seen pre come out of it. He barely touched his dick through his pants and ended up shooting rope after rope of cum into his underwear. Out of breath, he had to hold himself up on the window of pain. He died. He made a noise. He stopped; they were still fucking on the floor. As you looked up, you saw Mr. Jerkins’s ass cheeks clench and his balls go up into his body, and you saw him coming out of his mom’s pussy and running onto her asshole. Jacob Reagan just kept his composure and read back to the school ... the whole time thinking, “I can’t believe what he’s seen.” He watched as they made love on the floor of the living room. He had never seen anything like this before. He had heard his parents having sex. He had seen it in the movies. But watching his mom with the school janitor was different. It made him feel dirty. It made him want to be dirty. And it was at that moment that Jacob Edwards started becoming a man.

Jacob was 14 years old. He had started noticing changes in his body. His voice cracked and popped when he talked. His body hair grew in darker and thicker. His penis grew longer and thicker, too. And he found himself thinking about girls in a different way. He thought about Jamie Patterson. Jamie was a recently divorced 36-year-old who lived across the street. She had long blonde hair, a nice butt, and big breasts that she always showed off in a low-cut shirt. Jacob couldn’t help but notice the way she moved, the way her hair flowed, and the way she smiled. It drove him wild. It made him wonder what it would be like to kiss her. To touch her. To make love to her.

These thoughts both excited and scared him. But he couldn’t get them out of his head.

One night, Jacob was getting ready for bed when he heard his parents arguing in the living room.

“ ... Just don’t understand why you have to be so friendly with her!” his mom said.

“What’s the problem? She seems like a nice lady. Just trying to be neighborly,” his dad replied.