Chapter 4

Janice wasn’t happy the next Tuesday. “That jerk, Arnie, got mad about me refusing to suck Roger’s girlfriend. I thought he just wanted an excuse to paddle me, but he ranted for half an hour about how I should be a better slut and slave to them.”

“After threatening to call the police, I escorted him to the door. And nothing would make me crawl back to him.” Janice. “I was so annoyed, I had sex with Dan three times last week. It was good to get a break from weird stuff.” Her smile almost returned. “How are you, Sue?”

The conversation quickly degraded into shopping and television shows. Math and history called me into my room.

Janice ducked her head into my room before leaving. “Sorry to have been boring, Eddie.” She winked at me. “Have a better week with your mom than I did with Arnie.” Again, she was clearly teasing, but when I imagined otherwise, that she knew something was happening between Mom and I, I got a big hardon. Fortunately, she left too quickly to see it.

I pushed the chair away from my small desk and opened my britches. With a handful of tissues in one hand, the other beat steadily up and down the root of my arousal. My eyes were closed, and my head tipped back as I imagined Janice stumbling in on Mom and I, Mom wearing my collar, naked and sporting red marks from my black tipped crop.

You probably think that I had learned those things from the internet, but Dad had installed powerful porn filters on every computer in the house. They were so effective, they slowed our computers down to the speed of a turtle crawling over a puddle of glue. Occasionally, I caught a few randy bits from my friends’ computers, but Dad must have warned their parents about watching out for me. No, most of the naughty information in my head had come from Janice’s stories. There was a chance that one of the reasons Mom let me listen to her, was to give Dad a big, middle finger.

What I didn’t imagine was Mom at my door, peeping through the crack that Janice had left.

I cried out as I came and soaked the tissues. It wasn’t a great orgasm, but it did the job. I recovered quickly then heard the door creak slightly. Instantly guilty, my head spun to see who was there.

Mom must have brushed against my door as she fondled herself, hand under her skirt and deep inside her panties. She was staring at the wet tissues as they slowly yellowed in my hand. It took me long seconds to understand what was happening.

“Come in here, Mom.”

“Hh!” Her eyes flew open! “I’m sorry, Eddie. I didn’t mean-”

“You were peeking at me, Mom.”

She shut up.

“Come in here.” I repeated. I felt I had her over a barrel of unknown size. She was blushing to her navel. If I hadn’t just cum, I might have done something stupid. I had just enough sense to reach for the clouds, if I couldn’t shoot for the moon.

Mom shuffled through the door, leaving it open behind her.

“You were peeping and masturbating.” I accused darkly.

She bowed her head.

“You can’t cum for a week, Mom.” I decided. Mom shuddered. That was going to be hard, but I wasn’t finished. I held out the filthy tissues. “Take these, before my hand gets dirtier. Then get fresh tissues.” She looked upwards, shame flushing her cheeks as she took the cum soaked wads from me. I leaned back and pushed out my hips, fully exposing my softening but still erect penis. “You have to clean my hand and my cock.” I told her. “There’s more inside that you’ll have to squeeze out.”

“That’s not right, Eddie. We’re already doing too much, but I’ve been weak.”

“I know, Mom, but you were peeping AND frigging your clit like a naughty slut.”

Mom might have had an orgasm then. If so, it was so weak it hardly made her flinch. She agreed. “I-I’ll clean you up.”

My penis sprang back to life when Mom rubbed a tissue up and down its “good size.” Prior to touching my turgid rod, Mom carefully wiped the fingers and palms of both my hands. But instead of squeezing my hard cock, she simply held a tissue to the tip and rubbed another tissue up the underside to extract the cum from my urethra.

I hardly felt jipped. I had made my mom touch my cum coated cock. Sure, with tissues protecting her fingers, but I was ecstatic! More bold words rolled out of my incredulous expression. “Next time, Mom, I’ll make you show me your tits.”

Her hand halted as a little tremor ran through her body. “It’ll never happen again, Eddie.” She promised.

I suddenly wanted her to watch me jerk off again, but I felt I had pushed Mom to her limit. I told her to take the big wad of tissues soaking with my disappointed sperm to the hall bathroom and reminded her not to cum until the following Tuesday.

“I crawled back to Arnie.” Janice announced without shame. “He promised to negotiate about my limits. Instead of sucking Roger’s girlfriend, I agreed to sucking Roger’s ass, but he had to wash it first. Arnie took great pleasure in humiliating me while Roger wagged his hairy butt across my face, as I licked and sucked his dirty hole. (even cleaned, asses were dirty - she believed)” She gave Mom a wink. “Then Arnie spanked my tits and tummy while Roger, um, rogered my ass with his hard prick.” Janice cooed as she related her latest, nasty adventures.

That was just the beginning of her story on that special Tuesday afternoon. I had sat at the table next to Mom and across from Janice. I ceased to stand shyly beside Mom during her visits. Halfway through our friend’s porno week, my dick got so hard, I worried it might drill through my pants. I slumped down a little in my chair, to make sure Janice couldn’t see it.

When she regaled us with the many blowjobs she had been forced to give, one to a stranger at a park, I couldn’t take it any more. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants to let my boner stick up into the open through the vent in my boxers. Only I wasn’t sly enough. Suddenly Mom lightly slapped my elbow that was under the table. She could see the head of my dick from her angle and signaled me to put it away.

“My jaws were sore for two days, but I came six times before they locked up.” Janice paused. Her eyes must have caught something off in Mom’s eyes. “Am I boring you?” She smiled.

Mom was ready for her, having built up resistance to her friend’s stories over three months. “It’s just hard to keep track of it all, Janice. When do you have time to do the laundry?” Mom slapped my elbow again, secretly anxious about my exposed member.

She laughed. “I don’t! I told Dan that I would give him a blow job every time he washes our clothes. He’s getting pretty good with the iron too.”

“Which iron are you talking about?” Mom’s joke surprised Janice and me.

I suddenly got clever too and started rubbing the part of my cock that Mom could see. “You must get plenty of vitamins, Janice, when you take care of that many irons.” I elbowed Mom’s hand to get her attention.

She gasped at what she saw me doing under the table, but she managed to hide her shock and embarrassment. “Silly.” She locked her eyes on her friend’s. “Little pitchers are supposed to be seen, not heard.”

“Honestly, Sue.” Janice’s cheer darkened. “I wish Dan wouldn’t use condoms when we have sex. I agreed, when I married him, not to have kids, but he doesn’t trust the pill’s effectiveness.”

Mom instantly sympathized. “Ralph and I have been trying for ten years, but we can’t afford to find out what’s not working.”

Still caught in my increasing arousal, I imagined telling Janice to stop taking the pill while I impregnated Mom in front of her. I nearly came, right then, but realization of their actual discussion kicked me in the head and my arousal leveled off.

“If Dan did get me pregnant, I would want to keep it.” Janice admitted. “I’m not absolutely sure what I would do if someone else accidentally bred me, but I’m not afraid to abort.”

“Ralph hates that word.” Mom admitted. The erotic electricity in the kitchen weakened. She tapped my wriggling elbow again.

“Real life.” Janice sighed. “No matter how much we enjoy our fantasies, women have to take the lead when reality tosses us into its maze.” Our favorite guest got up from her chair.

Mom bounded up, to distract from my absent gaze and what I was still doing, albeit slower, under the table.

“You’re a good friend, Sue.” Janice hugged Mom.

Mom told her, “If you weren’t so busy with your boyfriends, you’d be welcome to visit more often than once a week.”

“I appreciate that more than you might think.” Janice admitted as they walked to the front door. “Goodbye, Eddie.” She called into the kitchen.

“I love your stories, Janice!” I replied, letting go of my erection. It wasn’t as hard as it had been, and the thrill of doing it unnoticed disappeared.

Mom rushed back after the front door had shut out her friend. “What were you thinking?” She scolded me.

There was a good chance that Janice’s spell over Mom had elapsed from their moment of truth, but I tried anyway. “I was thinking what would Janice think if I jerked off in front of her.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Mom seemed to consider my question, however.

I pressed. “I think she might have jerked me off, Mom. You said my cock is a good size.” I scooted my chair from under the table, taking precaution to keep my rod from jamming into the support plank. I felt fresh blood seeping back into my now mild erection as Mom got a good look. Her irises narrowed.

“Maybe she would even suck it, Mom.”

“Don’t let your imagination run away from you.” Mom gulped. Her previous erotic state was returning.

“Get down on your knees and touch my cock, Mom.” I told her softly, firmly.

“That’s going too far, Eddie. I warned you.”

“I’ll let you cum today, if you rub my penis with your hands.”

Mom had refrained from orgasming for a week. She wasn’t nearly as randy as her fourteen year old son, but I couldn’t imagine how she had lasted that long. I could hardly go a day without masturbating.

She almost turned away so she could weep in her bedroom. She knew how wrong it would be to jack her son’s erect penis, even if she didn’t make me cum. I hadn’t told her to make me cum, but she guessed I probably would. “May I, uh, cum as often as I want, this week?” Her attempt at negotiating surprised and empowered me.