Chapter 4

An hour after school, in the middle of the week, Carol Hughes answered the front door and was greeted. “Hi, Ms. Hughes. I’m here to see Oscar.” The teen stood with a mellow expression and was wearing a stuffed backpack.

“Race?” What was he doing at her house? The Peraltas lived several miles away. “How did you get here? Does your mother know?”

“Didn’t she tell you?” Race suddenly suspected a setup. “Jeffery said you were cool if I slept over. I took the bus from school.”

“He did?” Something smelled foul in the Hughes’s home. Carol made a decision she would later regret. “Well come in.” She didn’t want to make the boy ride for another hour right after arriving. “Oscar’s in his room. You know where it is. Um, I’ll be in Jeffery’s if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Ms. Hughes.” Race ambled past her. He felt like he was entering unfamiliar territory. Sure, he knew the Hughes’ home’s layout, but he’d never slept over before, and Ms. Hughes had been surprised to see him. He wanted confront Jeffery, but she had staked that claim already. So he went directly to Oscar’s room.

Carol swept into her older son’s room. “Masturbate all you want, Jeffery. I’m coming in.”

“Mom?” He had been reading about mods for Valheim. He jerked up at her entrance, annoyed by her jerking off comment.

Carol closed his door behind her. “Did you tell Race to come over and spend the night?”

“Yeah. Is there a problem? You let my friends crash when we party here.”

“That’s because your friends sneak booze in. You know that I know, that you know I know.” Carol acknowledged the layers of deceit. “I can’t have them crashing their cars and bicycles after partying in our home.”

“Then what’s the deal? Oscar’s pissed off at Arnold for getting into a fight with me, and I thought, maybe Race will smooth things over.”

“Are you sure you didn’t throw the first punch?” Holly’s side of the story said he had. Oscar refused to talk about it.

“I told you, I made a stupid remark about him finally getting a nut, and he went bonkers.”

Carol suspected her son was lying, but it was her job to take his side until proven otherwise. She looked forward to getting a chance to ground him. Not that she often lacked reason to. She smelled a Machiavellian play. However, Carol had a different kettle of fish waiting, which if she didn’t fillet soon, would fry her. “You stay put in here. I’m grounding you for the evening - for no other reason that I can’t deal with you right now. We’ll talk again after dinner.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Jeffery pretended to go back to reading. Shit. He’d wanted to shadow her, to observe what happened when two of the Nut Mates got together. His mind churned out scenarios of seeing her big tits or maybe even touching or sucking them. Had she really sucked Arnold’s dick? It sounded like a kid’s lie meant to provoke, but his mom’s sex positivity spurred his imagination to its teenage limit.

Next stop was Oscar’s room. Carol took a deep breath and wondered if she should wear her husband’s SCUBA gear before going in. Ricardo would arrive in the next hour or so. She could certainly control herself until then. She ended her internal wrestling with a confident snort. Carol knocked and called, “I need to ask something. Can I come in?”

“Sure, Mom.”

She found the boys poking through a pile of family board games in Oscar’s closet. Her sons had largely forgotten them with all the computer games they could download and play for freemium. (Which is why she denied them access to the family’s credit cards, and their online accounts were separate from hers and their father’s.)

The boys turned their heads to her. “Can I stay, Ms. Hughes?” Race asked.

“Please, Mom?” Oscar didn’t want to deal with his brother after Jeffery had punched Arnold. Race’s appearance had been a nice surprise.

“You can have supper with us, Race, but I’ll drive you home afterwards. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Jeffery’s a liar.”

“Hush, Oscar. Don’t dis your brother.”

“Would you like to play, um...” Race grabbed the top game box from Oscar’s closet. “Monopoly?”

It was another turning point where Carol took the wrong turn. “I need to start dinner.”

“Monopoly sucks with only two players.” Her son frowned.

“We’ll let you start with extra money.”

The house mom took it as an insult to her board game savvy. “I don’t need a handicap to take you boys to the cleaners.”

Seconds later the three gamers were sitting on the carpet, in a circle. Oscar was unpacking the game. She told them, “We’re only playing the original rules, dudes. No Free Parking money stashes.” Carol had once heard that mod rules only made the classic game take longer to play. But even a short game would switch the meatloaf she had planned for dinner, for plain baloney sandwiches. If her husband complained, Ricardo could make his own supper.

“Sure, Mom.”

Carol checked her mood but couldn’t sense any sexual arousal in her future. Monopoly was an anti-fetish for her - board games were battles! She checked the boy’s maturity behaviors and consoled herself. It’s not like they were playing Candyland. She would have run from that mindless horror, to prevent the boys from taking advantage of her while she trembled helpless before it’s childish colors.

Half an hour later, Carol was down to her last two hundred and twenty three dollars. She blamed the boys for conspiring against her by trading only with each other to obtain sets of properties. She’d called foul, each time, but they just giggled. Instead of admitting certain defeat, she doggedly hoped that the dice would save her, like a problem gambler. She threw the dotted cubes and moved her metal race car.

“Vermont Ave!” Race exclaimed. It had four houses on it. “You have to pay four hundred dollars.” To him!

“Would you accept my get out of jail free card instead of rent?” Carol offered.

“That’s a dumb deal, Mommy. I wouldn’t take it.”

“I’m the landlord, Oscar. I get to decide what Auntie can do to pay the rent.”

Race’s declaration sent a mild hot-flash through Carol’s flesh. “Oh?” Carol inquired with sultry words. “What do I have that you want, Mr. Landlord?”

Race suddenly blushed hard. “Oscar said you showed your, um, boobs to Arnold, last week.”

“It was one boob, Race. I was being silly, and it happened so quick I doubt he knew what it was.” Carol lied. Something nagged at her. Jeffery had stopped her from getting nursed on, that day. She felt his presence was needed, right now. Was it to save her again? That couldn’t be right. She had grounded him. Let him stew by himself. She was having fun!

“I dunno, Auntie Carol. Four hundred is a lot.” Race intoned.

“How about I show both boobs for eight seconds but only to you. Oscar has to leave the room.” That was fifty dollars a second, way more than top shelf whores earned. She blushed at her son, but giggled to herself.

“Aw, Mom.” Oscar complained but stood up. He exited and shut the door. Of course, his mother knew he’d glue one ear to it.

“Can I touch them?” Race asked when they were alone. He loved to press his luck.

“That’s not the deal.”

“I haven’t accepted.” He stuck out his tongue.

“Fine, one hand, and only for eight seconds. Do you accept?”

“Sure!” They shook hands. Race’s was a little clammy.

Carol didn’t waste anytime. She had plenty of practice disrobing when the kids were elsewhere and she was alone with Ricardo. Race gaped for a second when Auntie Carol pulled open her unbuttoned top and revealed her large breasts. That was one second that he hadn’t felt them.

Carol expected the worse, but for all Race’s excitability and daring, he simply stroked one side, hefted that boob briefly then traced a finger around her nipple. She flinched but was impressed by the boy’s careful consideration. It was almost respectable. Her nipple hardened under his gentle touch, and Carol sucked in a breath. “Whew.” She eventual puffed. Neither had counted the seconds, but Race got the hint.

“You’re beautiful.” He breathed heavily. His hand trembled after letting go, and his dick swelled slowly in his pants. Carol felt her heart soften to the boy. He had called HER beautiful, not her tits. Maybe the boy respected that she was more than two oversized mounds of fat and milk ducts. She had pumped her breasts just as her sons’ schools were letting out. Her nipples wouldn’t weep again for several hours. Race’s hand was as dry as his mouth. “Golly.”

She grapsed her blouse’s front panels over her bare chest and began buttoning. “You can come in, Oscar.” She called him softly. Her son re-entered in a heartbeat. He only managed to catch a glimpse of his mother’s cleavage. He had seen that much many times already.

Oscar got his chance to make a deal a few rounds later. His mom’s race car landed on St. James Place. It had three houses. “That’s $550, Mommy.” He bit his lip, and waited anxiously. His mom had bought Electric Co. last turn, and her cash was down to less than a hundred dollars.

“Drat!” Carol knew she should just go bankrupt and start dinner, but she kept telling herself, the dice would make things better next turn. This was not her usual behavior. She knew that gambling was fool’s game. Then again, this was a pretend game with pretend money. Unfortunately, her altered mind couldn’t allow herself to have pretend pride. “I’ll give you State’s Avenue. With it, you’ll have more control of this side of the board.”

“Mommy, you had to mortgage States a while ago.” Oscar frowned, but his heart skipped a beat. Race’s heart sped up. Would his friend’s mother make another special deal?

“Then what do you want?” Carol waved her hands at her five properties and tiny cash pile.

“I want you to suck me, Mommy.” The youngest blurted.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m the landlord. You either pay your rent, or I’ll kick you out on the street!” Oscar had seen more than one porno with the premise. He pretended to be as menacing and unyielding as he remembered from those videos.

Unexpected fear welled up Carol’s spine and entangled her heart. Her own child was going to throw her out on the street! “You wouldn’t.”

“You have to pay. Take my deal or pack up and leave, Mommy.”

Carol’s internal fortitude crumbled. She had lost all connection to her knowledge of how the boys could affect women. Her thoughts were filled with fear of being homeless. “I-I’ll kiss it. That’s all.”

Race blood raced. Would Auntie Carol actually kiss her son’s dick? He started feeling cheated by only touching her boob. “I’ll pay the rent!” Race exclaimed. “I-I-if you kiss my wiener.”

“Race!” Oscar unleashed his abrupt sense of betrayal.

“Now that - is the offer of a gentleman.” Carol stuck her tongue out at her son. Oscar got even angrier. When his mom noticed Oscar was about to lose it, and it hadn’t been so long since her youngest would flip over whole game boards, she sighed. “That’s really sweet of you, Race, but I’m not worthy of your generosity. Oscar, you have to accept my deal.”

Oscar couldn’t believe his luck. “Okay!” His mommy was going to kiss his dick! He would have bargained harder, maybe get his whole, stiffening penis in her mouth. But Race had spoiled that chance. “Race can’t watch.” He declared. His mother blushed. “Of course.”

Race took it better than expected. “I’ll get a drink.” He figured it wouldn’t take long for Oscar’s mommy to give him a special kiss. She hadn’t want to. What mommy would? He shut them behind him and passed through the dinning room, Race remembered how his mommy hadn’t really stopped him from fingering her pubes not two weeks ago under that very table. His dick grew a little harder, but it didn’t show much behind his jeans.

“Well.” Carol dared her son. “I’m not going to open your pants.”

Young Oscar’s red face darkened. He was determined though. Too excited, he had trouble unbuttoning the waistband of his shorts, but he unzipped them easily enough. The boy stood up on his knees and step around until there was room for his mother to kneel in front of him. “You have to kiss it six times.” He told her as he pulled down his pants and boxers. The boy’s penis wobbled out not fully hard but growing fast. His balls were almost as large the other special boys, but he was a year younger.

“That wasn’t my deal.”

“You didn’t say how many times.”

“Why six?” Curiosity ate Carol’s dignity.

“Because you can’t kiss it five and a half times.” One hundred dollars per kiss, he implied.

Carol felt fresh shame but also unreasonable pride that her son would prize her kisses as more valuable than the most expensive whore’s. She suddenly wanted to do more than kiss the pretty thing raising it’s one eyed head and decided to make each kiss special. Carol crawled around the game board and lowered her head to see her son’s erecting peter up close.

It would have been small for a man, but she was impressed by its size for Oscar’s age. She knew, fully inflated, the length her son’s penis was about four and a half inches. Today it looked much thicker and slightly longer than she remembered. Carol wasn’t shy about taking all the measurements of her son’s genitals, each month, going as far as having him stroke his dick until it was full of blood. It took no more than ten strokes, and Carol blushed each time, because her son would gaze at her while pumping his penis.

“Mommy’s going to kiss you.” She gave him a chance to back down. His eyes were both nervous and excited.

“Do it, Mommy.” He rasped.

Peck! Oscar’s penis twitched and got a little harder and a little bigger. Carol pulled back.

“That wasn’t anything, Mommy.” Oscar had liked the feeling, but he felt cheated.

The mother was adept at deciphering her son. She dipped her head forward and wrapped her lips around the front half of Oscar’s dickhead. Carol withdrew, causing a “pip” as her luscious lips left the tip.

“Wow.” Oscar exhaled hotly. That was more like it. His dick was straining now, unable to grow further. An unexpected sensation accompanied his penis’ reaction to his mother’s tiny, tip suck. His large balls felt a little heavier than usual.

“That’s two.” Carol leaned forward again. KISS! She pressed her lips forcefully against the soft head and waited a couple seconds before retreating.

“Mommy.” Her son breathed. The warm pressure of his mommy’s full lips’ third kiss, distracted him from the odd sensation in his ball sack.

Her next kiss lasted as long but she tickled his pee hole with the tip of her tongue. “Four.” She counted and planned what she would do for the next one.

“Mommy?” Oscar spoke with slight concern when his mother kissed his boner again. Her lips took the head completely into her mouth and her tongue licked all around it. It felt great! Except his balls had begun to ache. “Something’s happening.”

“Are you going to cum for Mommy?” Carol’s attention had been so focused on her son’s peter, she hadn’t noticed his problem. If Oscar came, he would beat Arnold’s first ejaculation by nearly a year.

“I don’t know, but they hurt, Mommy.”

Carol’s eyes sprang wide. The word ‘hurt’ sent them darting at her son’s scrotum. His balls were expanding, just as Arnold’s had. They weren’t yet straining the sack but their discomfort was already troubling her son. “OH, GODS! Oscar, Mommy’s so SORRY!”

“What do you mean?” His mommy had only been giving him pleasure. How could his inflating nut sack be connected? Oscar’s lower lip trembled.

“Oscar, that doesn’t matter. Mommy will take care of the hurt, right now. You have to trust me and let me do what I need to.”

The fright in his mommy’s voice scared young Oscar. He’d do whatever she told him. “Yes, Mommy, make it stop hurting!”

Carol opened mouth and fully engulfed her son’s turgid prick. She used one hand to cup her son’s balls and fingered his taint, hoping to increase the pleasure. She sucked and licked Oscar’s twitching penis, and she began bobbing her head up and down.

“Mommy, you’re sucking me!” For the first couple seconds, surprise distracted Oscar from his pain. Without thinking, his right hand patted the back of his mother’s rocking head. Her lips and tongue sent bolts of pleasure into his groin as they slipped up and down his sturdy shaft. “It helping, I think.” The pain in his scrotum was quickly matched by the joyous pulses created by his mother’s sucking mouth.

Carol hoped her effort would prevent his balls from getting any bigger. My son. My son! Her heart quailed, and she dared to press her hand further between Oscar’s hips. She then fingered her son’s young anus.

“That’s nice too!” His mommy’s next surprise caused his loins to spasm. His hidden pucker really liked being tickled!

In fact, Carol had not stopped her son’s balls from growing, but the pleasure her mouth and finger elicited from opposite directions, masked the ache in Oscar’s stretching nut sack.

The bedroom door opened and Race halted at the sight before him. His hand lost its grip on the glass of soda with ice. It fell on the carpet and splashed its contents everywhere. His young jaw fell open nearly as far.

“RACE!” Oscar gasped!

Carol froze but for less than a second. Fuck, Race, she thought. Her son needed her! Race’s hostess sucked and fingered her son as fast as she could. Oscar needed to bust his first nut. She was unreasonably sure that he would actually cum.

Between pain and pleasure, Oscar felt incredible shame! He gaped at his surprised friend. Race’s eyes had locked onto his mother’s bobbing head and didn’t blink. He wanted to say something, for his mommy’s sake, but there was nothing to say that Oscar could live down no matter how long he lived. The words, “My nuts!” squeaked from the younger boy’s mouth. “Something’s wrong with them!” He whined.

Race had no words to address his friend’s outburst. He couldn’t seen anything wrong, except Auntie Carol was cocksucking her youngest child. His half hard peter grew a bulge in his jeans.

“Oh, Mommy! I-I’m feeling something - new - between my nuts and dick. I’m afraid.”

Carol suddenly wished her friends were here to encourage her son to cum. She didn’t dare stop to assure him that the new sensation was a very good thing. Carol suck-stroked as hard as she dared along the nearly five inches and surprisingly thick cock. Her head bobbed madly, and she took a final risk and plunged her finger up his dry asshole!”

“OH MOMMY!!! I’m cumming!” Oscar used the word to mean his orgasm, not the event which had never before coincided with it. When the finger in his anus pressed upon his prostate, Oscar’s hips humped forward, thrusting every millimeter of his saliva coated rod into his mother’s face. The muscles around his seminal bulb, spasmed, shooting its pressurized contents out of the meat hose meant for filling a pussy. Cum squirted into his mother’s mouth, and being an inch shorter than Arnold’s dick, dumped sperm on the thickest part of his mother’s tongue.

Hot cum soaked Carol’s largest taste buds. She was immediately keen to know what Oscar’s semen tasted like. It was yummy! The tangy and salt highlights made her savor every squirt. “Mmmmm.” She could hardly wait to tell her son how delicious it was! But first she had to drain him dry, and hopefully reverse the painful swelling in his already abnormally large balls.

Oscar felt something pulse through the prick clogging his mother’s mouth. He didn’t at first, realize what it was. He was pretty sure it wasn’t pee, because that didn’t pulse, pee flowed. Through the haze of his incredible orgasm, he figured it out. “Race, I’m cumming - REAL CUM!” It had to be that!

Race Peralta managed to pulled his eyes away from the cocksucking housemom. He greeted Oscar’s announcement with renewed shock. It wasn’t fair that the boy, half a year younger, could cum when he still couldn’t! Yet he was happy for his friend. Not that he could acknowledge it, in front of the boy’s mother who was obviously gulping down every drop. He did shift his now fully erect penis to better hide it behind his jeans. He almost retreated to the bathroom to jerk off, but he couldn’t stop staring at Auntie Carol as she continued to suck her son’s spitting prick. She must know that he was watching, but she never slowed. In fact upon his arrival she had speed up! It gave him hope that she might be as kind to him someday.

Carol mentally noted each spurt of her son’s ejaculation. At the end of his cum, she guessed that the total volume wasn’t much, compared to an adult. Her son’s semen volume was probably a bit less than Arnold’s. However, this was the first of the boys’ cum that she had actually tasted. Arnold’s longer erection had dumped its load directly down her throat! Oscar’s flavor was very nice, but a little thin, as if her son had produced mostly pre-cum, not the true, sperm filled stuff. When she thought Oscar had finished ejaculating, she wrenched her head off of his blood filled penis. Her eyes darted to her son’s scrotum. It was swollen but didn’t look terribly stretched. “Are you feeling better?” She looked up at her son.