Chapter 2

Bradley

At first my dark side mostly only came out at night but, after a while, it began to make an appearance earlier and earlier. Maybe it was to torment me, I don’t know.

Then one day he invented ‘naked time’. On the first occasion, Mom and I were watching the TV after dinner and there were some naughty bits in the film. I got very hard and he made me get undressed and then sit back down by Mom, playing with myself. Mom loved it and cuddled us while watching us wanking.

Obviously, it wasn’t long before she got naked too and before then ‘naked time’ became a regular thing. We would spend hours just gently masturbating, either ourselves or each other, while watching whatever program we’d found that time.

Often it would end with us copying a scene from the film and fucking like bunnies on the carpet. We even bought a huge faux sheepskin rug to make it more comfortable.

It was after one of those sessions that Mom confessed about my father. She’d told me before that he’d been killed while serving in Afghanistan, but that night she admitted that that wasn’t true, and she told me the real story.

Mom

I’d been babysitting a next-door neighbor’s boy, Trevor, when he was fourteen. I was about nineteen or twenty at the time.

I’d always had a hankering for young boys but the opportunity had never arisen to do anything about it. Now it had, and I was determined to make the most of it. That was if young Trevor was amenable of course.

After his parents left I sniffed at him and told him he really smelled, and I was going to have to give him a bath. He did smell actually, but I thought it was a wonderful smell, all sweat, and little boy and sex. Still, I wanted to see him naked, so a bath he was going to get. Needless to say, I didn’t exactly have to drag him to the bathroom.

“And he just went along with that did he?” Brad asked me, incredulous.

“Well, it worked with me,” I said without thinking, and instantly regretted it.

“What does that mean?” He wanted to know. Of course, he had to pick up on my mistake, didn’t he? But there was no way I wanted to get into that now, so I tried to brush it off.

“Never mind. It’s not important. Just forget I said that.” I told him, then hurried on with my story, hoping to distract him.

Anyway, I ran the bath and, once I’d taken his clothes off, I saw my first ever boy cock. It was soft, to start with anyway, and I thought it was so lovely.

I got him to sit in the bath and I washed his top half with soap and a flannel. I’d already undone the top two buttons of my blouse and I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he got lots of looks at my boobs as I was leaning over him. They were a lot smaller in those days but they were really lovely, even if I do say so myself.

When the tip of his penis poked its head up above the surface of the water my pussy clenched with joy.

Then I got him to stand up, I got rid of the flannel, and just used my hands. It was so smooth and silky, and his knob was all tight and shiny. I washed it really thoroughly, and his little balls as well.

He was shaking so bad I had to hold him round his little bottom, and that was lovely too.

I pretended to be worried about what his mom would say if he was hard like that when she got back. I told him that, if he promised not to tell anyone, I knew how to make it go away. I’m pretty sure that he knew all along what my game was, but he was happy to play along. So I wanked him off into the bathwater, and I loved feeling his little cock twitching and throbbing as he spurted away.

After I dried him off, I got him dressed in his pajamas and we went downstairs. It was so cute, I think he knew there might be some more fun and games, and he followed me round like a little puppy dog.

He was right of course, and, as we watched some show on TV, I made sure that he got another good eyeful of my tits and I put my hand on his leg and gently stroked his inner thigh.

When his knob started to peek out from his pajama bottoms he went to cover it up but I pushed his hand away and carried on until it was sticking right out through his fly. “Oh no!” I said to him. “You can’t do it all over your PJs, I’ll have to catch it all in my mouth.” And I gave him a lovely blowjob.

I don’t know if it’s all in my head but little boy jizz just seems to taste so much sweeter than men’s.

I wasn’t exactly sure when his folks were going to be back, so I put him to bed at ten, like they’d said I should, and tucked him in. I gave him a kiss on the lips and slipped my tongue in a little way. “There’ll be more of that next time if you’re a good little boy,” I told him, and I’ve never seen anyone try so hard to go to sleep in my life.

I didn’t get asked to babysit him again for about two months, by which time I was convinced that he’d told on me, but then they did, so it was OK.

He was so excited when we were alone again. I gave him a big kiss and cuddle, with lots of tongues, because I’d promised him.

He was desperate for me to bathe him again, but I told him I couldn’t because my lady bits were sore and, unless someone could kiss them better for me, I wouldn’t be playing any naughty games for a while.

He looked a bit unsure, but when I told him that if he kissed mine all better I’d do the same to his, he was sold.

We went up to his room and I took all of my clothes off and lay on his bed. He started off just licking the outside, which was lovely of course, but then I showed him all my bits and what was ‘most sore’; it was absolutely gorgeous.

I wasn’t far off cumming but what I really wanted was for him to fuck me. At first, he seemed to think that I’d conned him, but I told him that this was even better, but, that if he didn’t think so, I’d give him another blowjob anyway.

What he lacked in size he more than made up for in enthusiasm and I loved every second of it. Just as well really since there weren’t all that many of them.

It didn’t take me long to get him stiff again though and, this time I came really hard, clutching his baby butt while he fucked me and licked my tits.

I hadn’t used any protection, I think I’d kind of hoped that a fourteen-year-old boy’s sperm wasn’t really ready yet, but I was wrong.

I did give him a bath afterward and I sucked him off. I didn’t want to risk him feeling hard done by.

We couldn’t tell him that he was your father without risking a big scandal, or worse, I might have gotten locked up for fucking an underage boy. I thought the Afghanistan story would be better for you than the truth until you got older.

I couldn’t read the expression on Brad’s face as I finished my story and we just lay together quietly for a bit as he processed it all.

Bradley

When Mom finished telling me how a kid called Trevor had become my father when he was the same age as me, I really wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

In a way, it was better because, as far as we knew, he was still alive. In a weird way, it was worse because I now knew I wasn’t the first young boy that Mom had fucked.

What I did know was that I felt really guilty about coming between Mom and Deb, and also for not coming through on my promise to Deb to go back and see her.

I began to work on Mom, and I also started ringing Deb regularly, trying to convince her that we should all get together again.

In the end, I told both of them that the other would agree to meet up, but only if they would. It worked! They were both so stubborn that they would only go for it if they thought the other had caved first.

We went to Deb’s again and when we arrived the atmosphere was a little frosty, to say the least; over dinner, the talk was purely confined to pleasantries.

After dinner, Mom and Deb were sitting next to each other on the sofa and the animal decided he wanted to come out to play. I went upstairs and came down naked.

When I walked into the room neither of them said a word, but they were both staring hard at my erection.

I squeezed between them and scanned through the programs until I found Bridgerton, which Mom and I had enjoyed watching together before.

For twenty minutes neither of them moved a muscle while I gently stroked my penis. Not wanking, just rubbing it enough to keep it nice and stiff.

Then Mom started to stroke my inner thigh. Not to be outdone Deb copied her on my other leg. Then Mom started kissing my neck, so of course Deb did the same.

When Mom moved my hand away and wanked me, Deb started playing with my balls and I was in heaven, my two favorite girls were making me feel just wonderful.

I started kissing them alternately until I felt that they were both really worked up, and then I pulled my head back and gently pushed their heads together.