Chapter 1

Joey always gave his mother a break from sexual punishments, after her abortions. She needed at least a day to recover from the procedure. Joey spent her mother’s time of peace, by using the family computer. He had finally gotten around his step-father’s filters and firewall. His improved results at school were paying off in unexpected ways. The problem was, none of the porn, which he could now view for free, was nearly as exciting as using his mom in the flesh. So he spent hours researching an impossible quest. He wanted to take Bitch to a sex club, but he was a minor. He didn’t have a chance to get into one of those. Still he had made a fake login on a forum where men and sometimes women (who were probably men, but he hoped not all of them) discussed wife swapping. The personal tales on 9livesWives-dot-club inflamed Joey’s imagination.

Joey was smart enough not to meet any of those folk in real life. A public club might be safe if he had been an adult, but he wondered if there might be a middle-ground. He discovered brief mentions of a “Worship service for The Goddess” in a few posts from long-time members of the forum. When he asked about it, they ghosted him. That’s when he realized, he was a lurker and not a recognized member of the forum’s core community. He had to prove he had something worthwhile for the inner circle of 9livesWives.

Only at the last minute did he re-consider the dick pic he imagined posting. Maybe showing his dick wasn’t the best way to introduce himself, although he was proud to have an erection that few fourteen year-olds had between his legs.

The next day, he got on a bus with his mother. He’d told her that morning, “I’m taking you shopping, Mom. Bring your purse.”

Although Charlene Tucker had agreed to be Joey’s sex slave, who’s name was Bitch, she had not relinquished her parental obligations regarding other aspects of her son’s life. He still had to do his homework and show his report card, and he had to do house chores, and Joey had to respect his step-father. Joey often failed to meet her standards, but he was succeeding more often than before she had sobbed her eternal submission to his harsh desires.

He was making a noticeably better effort except for the last part. Joey scorned his step-father at least once a day, mostly by ignoring him but sometimes by glaring or shaking his head, as if the boy was disappointed in the father. Charlene would scold her son out of her second-husband’s earshot, but it made no difference. When Joey found opportunity to lash her continuously bruised ass and fuck her in one or more of his mother’s holes, he would often call out for Rudy to witness his cuckolding - however in low voice.

By now, Charlene was certain that her husband, Rudy, had more than a little idea of what she and his step-son were doing behind his back or sometimes just inside the hall when Rudy was watching his favorite cable channel, Quichetime. She had been tempted more than once to confront him with the truth. Joey kept suggesting they should fuck in her marital bed while her husband was sleeping, or better yet while Rudy watched them and masturbated.

Charlene cast her worries aside when a bus squealed to a stop before her and her son. “Joey, this bus goes to downtown. It’ll take an hour each way!” Charlene complained as he dragged her aboard and made her pay the fare. It was mid-afternoon. The bus wasn’t crowded. “Why can’t we go to the local mall?” Her son led her to the rear of the bus and sat her on the back bench. He took the window seat. The seats smelled old fish and tobacco. The back row was secluded just enough to sneak a smoke if you kept your head down.

“Keep your head down, Bitch.” Her son whispered, tugging her elbow to his tenting cutoffs. “I’m doing this for you, Mom.” He rarely mixed what he called her. Charlene looked around the rear of the double length, articulated bus. The nearest people were two teen girls gabbing and a slumped latino man snoozing into the brim of his ball cap. Everyone else was seated in the front segment.

“I can’t risk sucking your dick here.” Bitch dared to complain. Her master couldn’t whip her on the bus with people around. Suddenly a bright pain erupted in one of her nipples! He had brought a paper clamp to punish her with. Her son didn’t allow her to wear bras. He clapped a hand over her mouth to mute her squeal. “Shhh.”

The pain was intense, but she had suffered it many times. She barely squeaked louder than a mouse. She busied her hand at her son’s zipper and button. Joey’s dick sprang up like always, eager for her to relive the cum pressuring in the dedicated bulb at the base of it. “Someone will see us!” She hissed but took her son’s erection in her hand and began to stroke it.

“Then you better get me off quick, Bitch.” He hissed back. He wasn’t going to release the clamp on his mother’s nipple until she had satisfied his urge for public sex. But that wasn’t his goal that day. It was just a hot deed to entertain him along their journey.

Charlene gave a last scan of the nearby seats before ducking down and engulfing her son’s naked prick. The girls and old latino man continued to ignore them. She jerked Joey expertly and sucked, praying he was keeping an eye out for danger.

Joey closed his eyes and grinned. He’d never made his mother give herself to him around strangers before. The act excited him, but his teen sense of invincibility overrode common sense.

He was equally confident about his step-father’s willful, blind-eye to their escapades. Rudy must have realized his wife’s incestuous infidelity by now, but he hadn’t said or otherwise indicated being wise to them.

While his mom blew him, Joey relived escorting his mother into the night and fucking her in the shadows of their neighborhood. Once they had found a streetlamp cooling off, and he fucked her ass in the middle of the darkened street. Getting sucked off on the bus was the most dangerous thing he had ever done.

Eyes closed, his dick smothered by his mom’s tongue and lips and wanking fingers, Joey’s thoughts alternated between wanting to cum down her throat and contemplating what he would buy when they arrived a their destination. Both thoughts made cum boil within his loins.

Charlene adored the taste of her son’s hard prick. Her husband’s was a little bigger but tasted like soap. Rudy had a complex about keeping his penis clean. Worse, her husband’s cum made her want to spit it out, which she did regularly into a handful of tissues. The mildew flavor of Rudy’s semen haunted her mouth until she could suck out a load of her son’s full bodied cum. That’s why she usually gave her husband hand jobs. Joey’s cock was never too clean nor very dirty, and his cum was like rich cream with salt and meat highlights.

After weeks of being used, Charlene had learned to enjoy simple pleasures while her brain sounded alarm bells! What was happening down the rows? Had someone noticed her disappear behind the seat in front of her and Joey? Surely her son would keep an eye out. She had to trust him.

“Ummnnngghh.” Joey groaned, eyes still closed. Leather or latex or vinyl? He couldn’t decide. His thoughts kept skipping to the hot mouth sucking up and down his excited dick! Damn, this was amazing! He was close to brimming.

Abruptly, his eyes flew open. Maybe he had heard something. Whatever it was had been too soft to distract his cerebellum but just loud enough to alert his limbic system. Not that Joey knew those terms.

The tired latino fellow was now sitting in the window seat across from Joey and his mom, one row forward. The man’s head remained tilted down, the brim of his hat shading closed eyes. When they flashed open, they were well aware of what was happening across from him.

Joey’s heart pounded and threatened to rip itself out of his chest. He breathed louder and faster. What should he do?

The man grinned at Joey and nodded. He put a finger to his nose and winked. The shocked boy fought twin urges to fight or flee, but his mother’s head continued to bob up and down upon his lap, her hand stroking rhythmically, uninterrupted. The boy’s cresting wave stalled at the very peak. Pangs of urgency froze his erotic excitement, while he stared back at the curious, caramel skinned man wearing a blue hat, flannel shirt, and grass stained trousers.

The man’s finger made a strange circle on one side of his head while grinning His other hand gave the universal sign of money, rubbing his thumb and finger together. The man had drawn a shape on his face that matched the burn scar on his mother’s face.

Long ago, Charlene’s first husband, Joey’s father had burned her with a steam iron, resulting in their long deserved divorce and his father’s imprisonment.

Did the man think that Joey had hired a hooker? “Oh, gods.” The boy finally exhaled. “They might not get arrested after all!” Abruptly, the orgasm in progress exploded through Joey’s senses and his saliva soaked cock lurched, shooting white fireballs into his mother’s sucking face! “Mmmmm...” She moaned and drank her son’s heady brew.

Joey’s eyes rolled from the intense pleasure of cumming in front of a complete stranger! His hand gripped his mother’s red hair and held her head down while his mind struggled to decide what do about their audience of one.

The man decided for them. While Charlene gulped down the last spurts of her son’s greater than normal production of spunk, the stranger moved to the back row, sitting at the far end, next to the opposite window. He fished a wad of cash from his pocket and held out a twenty dollar bill. Then he grinned at Mrs. Tucker’s curled body. She was even sexier when bent over.

The man’s non-verbal request astonished the teen. “Bitch,” Joey whispered. “Don’t move. I’m going to tell you to do something.” He finally released her nipple from the biting, paper clamp. He petted her long hair with his hand that wasn’t holding her head to his crotch.

“Yes?” Charlene sensed something was wrong, but her son sounded as if he had things under control, or was he just pretending?

“There’s a man here who doesn’t mean any trouble. He saw you, but don’t be afraid.”

“WHAT!” His mother’s head lurched in her son’s firm grip. “OW!”

“QUIET!” Joey hissed and clenched his fingers. “You will obey, Bitch.”

“No, Joey.” She feared the worst. The bus driver was going to call the cops! “You don’t know- ggglg!” Joey gagged her by hunching his satisfied cock into her throat.