Chapter 5

My trips into London differed. I liked variety. Occasionally I gave the West End a miss and made for the east end of London, which is a very different cup of tea. On one of those forays I encountered Ben 26; a rough-sleeper who was receptive to my offer of a hot meal in return for his story. It proved to be a good investment for his account of his recent downfall into homelessness. So here it is:-

“Well, I remember getting gently out of bed and slipping into underpants, I went to the kitchen to get some coffee going and I began humming a tune – I felt happy.

Wearing a short wrap, she came and sat down beside me sipping coffee from the mug I had served her. I sat contemplating how sensually attractive she was; even at this early hour before saying,

“Hey, you sure let out some hollering while we were love-making.” I chuckled softly.

She stared at me thoughtfully, “Yea; but you mean some foul cursing; don’t you Ben.”

“Well ... yes. It was a bit blue at times.” I grinned.

“Ben, I want no secrets between us now. I’ve waited for a right time to tell you certain things; well, ... this is the right time.” Her hand went unconsciously onto my underpants,

“I was a precocious little girl at fifteen Ben.

And also rather’ flirtatious’ according to my father one day when I was sat on his lap.

He said that if I was aiming to be a slut, he would turn me into the best there was.”

I stared at her, “Your Father said that! You’re kidding me Mom!”

“My father was Dr Richard Banks; a professional physiologist, doing clinical research ... and when I was fifteen, he made me his laboratory assistant and began trying out his nymphomania theory on me.”

“Trying his what out on you! ... how!”

She smiled at my incredulity and after a pause her hand came onto my cock; calmly stating,

He wanted to explore how I responded to certain stimulations.

“Stimulations! Christ sake!” I exclaimed.

She smiled at me as her hand drew a swollen breast from her wrap; it’s stub was dripping!

I began suckling from it.

“Yes Ben, sexually perverted stimulations ... to discover what sexual kinks I had ... or what could be introduced into my sexual appetite. It would provide me with a menu that I could offer to men ... or women.

“Holy Shit” I gurgled as her fingers squeezed at my cock.

“It turned out there was a lot more than I ever knew existed. He called them ‘Acquired Tastes’.

I swallowed; “Christ! Your father was a massive pervert Mom!”

Her fingers teased relentlessly at my rigid cock which was stiff with excitement.

“Well yes, it’s true, he was. Put simply Ben, my father sexually groomed me up to the hilt with perversions1

“Holy Shit,” I swooned, my cock thumping in response.

Mom pulled my pants aside; releasing the beast that was about to erupt! She took hold at the top of the shaft and slowly pulled the foreskin all the back; revealing it’s shiny purple helmet.

“Aarrh! Mom!”

“Mmm, That looks heavenly Ben!” she sighed as her mouth encased the top.

I jerked at the initial shock of pleasure and she lifted her mouth clear,

“ ... and at fifteen I was a fully-fledged nymphomaniac; can imagine that Ben?”

Her mouth again took in the glistening head for a few seconds only with a soft chewing action before lifting, Mom was gazing steadily at me; I was panting hard and near my vinegar-stroke!

Mom’s thumb pressed hard beneath the helmet; holding my climax in check saying,

“He would call me his wicked little fucker! ... and you know what my darling?” She uncovered her other swollen breast and her hand firmly crushed its flesh; and from its stubby nipple a milky jet hit my face!

“That’s what he called me when he was unloading inside me! And I loved It!””

“Aaarrh Shit Ma; I’m coming!!”

“Oh darling! make it another double helping like you gave me last night!”

She watched fascinated as my cock sprayed its jizz in a high arched trajectory!

“Oh God! that’s just awesome darling!

As we sipped at our coffee I was enlightened much deeper into my family archives,

“Incidentally, that curse I made when you drove into my butt; it was a memory escaping from my past...

You see, I haven’t had that kind of sex ... since father was fucking me. But Ben ... I don’t mean your dad ... I mean Richard Banks; my father ... It was him I cursed when we were love-making. Because you fucked me just like he used too!”