Naked - Ch. 01-02

Chapter 1
On a random Sunday morning, I was awoken out of slumber by the pleasurable feeling of having a hand wrapped around my cock. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that my wife had pulled the covers down, revealing my naked body. As I felt myself enlarge in her grip, she leaned down and kissed the very tip. I asked, "What are you doing?"
Jennifer lifted her head and looked at me in the eyes. "I thought that I would give you a wake up blow job." She lowered her head and sucked the growing bulb into her mouth, swirling her tongue.
After a slight moan, I asked, "What's the occasion?"
"There is none. I just like the sight of you." She sunk her head and took me all in her mouth, bobbing up and down several times, before letting my dick pop out of her mouth. "I was thinking..."
After she trailed off, wanting her to continue, I asked, "What were you thinking?"
After she gave the head a supple kiss, she said, "I was wondering if you would like to try something new?"
As I moaned when she licked my cock like a lollipop, I queried, "What?"
She stroked me a few times before saying, "I was reading some CFNM stories on storys.pro and they were such a turn on that I would like you to go naked around the house from now on."
As she continued to stroke me, I jumped at the idea. "If this is the treatment that I can expect, I'll gladly do it."
She smiled and engulfed my cock, bobbing up and down without abandonment. Then, abruptly, she stopped and pointed my dick straight up in the air. "I love when you're hard, but I love it when you cum, so every time that you become erect, I will milk you." After kissing the head again, she smiled and asked, "How does that sound?"
As she sucked me into her mouth again, I moaned as I said, "Awesome." Then she went at me.
Her lips sucked in and billowed out as she struck up a rhythm and I closed my eyes as she devoured my cock. Within a minute, I felt the sensing eruption and mumbled, "I'm cumming."
She released my appendage from her mouth and pointed it towards my chest as she vigorously stroked me. Within moments, I shot a huge load that landed on my left pectoral, followed by eight smaller shots that successively got smaller until she was draining the last of my sperm which simply dribbled onto my stomach. As soon as she was satisfied that the orgasm had subsided, she let my cock rest on my stomach and said, "Now come downstairs and I'll make you breakfast." As she stood up, she followed with, "Don't wash yourself up. I want to see how much cum I can cover us in before the day is over."
Chapter 2
After relaxing for a while and relishing in the good news that I had just been given, I eventually arose and my cum started to trickle down my chest and abdomen. After resisting the urge to wash it off, I let the cold liquid drip to the floor as I made my way downstairs sans clothing. Despite having just exploded all over myself, I was still at over half mast and, as soon as I entered the dining room and sat down, my wife noticed.
She repositioned the chair so that I was sitting sideways and dropped to her knees in front of me. "I'm going to have to take care of this before we eat." She licked the shaft several times before weighing my balls in her left hand. "Yeah. There's still some left in here." She began slowly stroking my member until I was massively erect once again and she didn't stop. Soon, I was grunting while having my second ejaculation of the day in less than a half an hour. She aimed me so that my cum sprayed all over my stomach. Then, after releasing me, she dragged a finger through it and brought it to her mouth. "Tasty." She then got off her knees, went into the kitchen and retrieved me a breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast. After putting it on the table, before I could rotate in the chair, she stopped me from doing so as she sat down. "Don't. I want to be able to see my triumphs." She rested a hand on my right knee and began massaging my thigh. When I twisted in my seat to eat my first bite, she said, "I have an idea."
Awkwardly eating breakfast while my cum dripped off of my stomach onto the wooden chair, I asked, "What?"
As she moved her hand up my thigh and started caressing my balls, she explained, "I want to see how many times I can get you off today."
With a mouth full of food, I did a double take. "What?"
As she began to caress my flaccid penis in her hands, she said, "I want to see how many times I can make you cum." With that, my dick began to grow in her hand and she started to slowly stroke me up and down.
I was dumbstruck as I grew in her hand. "What's gotten into you today?"
As she continued to fondle me, I moaned as she said, "Like I said, I was turned on by a story that I was reading in which the wife of a man had her way with him." She pulled me up to a standing position by my genitals. She then began to devour my cock once again. As she bobbed back and forth on my member, I placed my hands on my head. She paused for a moment before saying, "Keep that pose." Then she resumed, sucking and licking my shaft with determination. Soon, I was heading for my third orgasm of the morning and I warned her with an audible moan. She released me from her mouth and vigorously stroked me until I shot seven streams onto her chest while my legs shook. She eventually maneuvered me back to the chair by my cock and had me sit down. "Eat your breakfast. You're going to need the energy." She got up and checked herself in the dining room mirror.
After I was done eating, she grabbed me by the dick, walked me into the family room and had me lay down on the couch. She turned the television on and went to the internet, where she retrieved some Klixen Cumshot videos to play. As the luckiest man alive was blown by numerous women and he moaned when he erupted, Jennifer asked, "You like this, right?" As my cock started to amazingly grow again, I nodded an affirmative. She smiled, kicked my leg over the side of the couch and positioned herself at my groin. She grabbed my cock and started licking it up and down. Eventually, she started licking the frenulum over and over again, driving me wild, but not to the point of cumming. As I stared at the man on the screen release load after load, she kept up the licking, not changing her approach.
After about fifteen minutes, I was rock hard and desiring more friction so that I could ejaculate. I urged her, "Please let me cum."
She stopped in mid-lick and said, "We've got plenty of time" before resuming.
After another fifteen minutes, pre-cum started leaking out of the tip of my penis. Jennifer noticed, lapped it up and then continued her onslaught. Soon, my head was purple and engorged and ready to blow. She stopped, pulled my cock towards her and started tonguing the slit, spurring it on to open more. She continued doing that for a few minutes until I felt the tingling sensation in my balls.
With a groan, I admitted, "I'm cumming."
After I made the announcement, Jennifer aimed my cock towards my chest and started gently stroking it. I exploded all over myself again, the first shot hitting me in the neck. When I was spent, she said, "This is going to be so fun."
Breathing heavily with my arms resting above my body, I stated, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can handle."
She took her right hand and smeared my cum all over my torso before getting up and saying, "You're not going to have to do much other than lie there." She then smiled at me. "And that's four."
"What?"
"You've been up for an hour and a half and I have gotten you off four times. At this rate, I'll make you cum more than twenty times today."
While she massaged my balls, I said, "I don't know if I have that in me."
She gave my nads a slight squeeze and replied, "You do. Just keep watching the cumpilation."
As I watched the guy spurt on the faces of numerous beautiful women, I surprisingly became semi-erect once again and, as I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep, she took me in her mouth again. I grunted as soon as her tongue licked the underside of my shaft. I quickly swelled in her mouth until I was on the verge of cumming again. As far as I am aware, as soon as I felt my sperm coat my torso again, I quickly fell asleep out of exhaustion.
I was awoken by the doorbell. As I opened my eyes, before I could stand up, Jennifer opened the door and ushered in a friend by the name of Mary Lou. She was not at all struck off guard while I stood up stark naked in front of her with dried cum all over my body. When I went to cover myself up with my hands, Jennifer walked up to me and repositioned them down at my sides so that Mary Lou could see me in all of my glory. Without a word, she walked up to me and started fondling my ball sack.
I turned to Jennifer and asked, "What's going on?"
Jennifer responded, "I called some girlfriends to help me out because I was getting tired already.
I asked, "Girlfriends?"
"Yeah. Others will be over soon enough."
With Mary Lou's hand on my balls, I pleaded, "But Jenny?"
Mary Lou asked, "Do you not like?"
I quickly answered as my dick began to grow, "I like it a lot. But..." She began to stroke me up and down. "But..."
"But what?" Mary Lou began to massage my lower stomach with her other hand.
"But..."
Mary Lou asked, "Cat got your tongue?" All I could do was moan as she continued her delicate attack on my dick. As she slowly stroked me with her right hand, she pushed her left palm onto the head and started rubbing back and forth, driving me crazy. Soon, my legs were getting week and she noticed it. She paused momentarily, pulled me to the ground by my cock and had me lie on my back. As she laid next to me, I looked in her direction and she smiled. When she blew me a kiss, I exploded all over myself once again and returned the grin. As I was spent, her hand never left my cock and she began speaking. "When Jenny called me, I had no idea what she had in store, but I'm liking it."
"Same here."
As Mary Lou continued to stroke my deflated cock, Jennifer lied down on the other side of me and started caressing my balls. She asked, "You like?"
My response was, "I love."
"Well, just wait."
"For what?"
"The rest of the party to arrive."
I turned my head to look at Jennifer. "What?"
"I thought you could use as much stimulation as possible, so I invited all of the girls over here today."
With my cock still being manipulated by Mary Lou, I asked, "You're okay with this?"
Jennifer's response was, "I love it. My friends are going to be so jealous after today."
I moaned as my cock once again came to life. Jennifer jolted up and said, "I've got an idea." She got up and went upstairs and returned with a vibrator. She got back on the ground, turned it on, then rested it against my balls. I felt an immense amount of pleasure and my cock immediately stood at attention in Mary Lou's hand. As she played with it, she inched closer and closer to my genitals until she was sucking me off.
I turned towards my wife as if to ask if this was all right with her and she just smiled brightly. Soon, I was at the point of no return and before I could say anything, I erupted in Mary Lou's mouth with a grunt and she swallowed it all, emphatically showing me her gulp. After I was spent, I turned towards Jennifer and said, "I don't know if I can keep this up."
She gave me a passionate kiss on the lips and said, "You can and you're going to feel wonderful." She then said, "And that's six, by the way."
For the next hour, the three of us laid quietly on the carpeted floor together while the two of them continued to feel me up. Eventually, my cock became engorged again and the two of them assaulted me with their mouths, Jennifer sucking and Mary Lou licking the available shaft and sucking my balls one at a time. Then, all of a sudden, Jennifer stopped.
She said, "I've got another idea." As her hand remained around my erect member, she suggested, "Let's go outside."
I immediately responded, "But the neighbors will be able to see me."
"Not if we're in the back yard next to the pool."
"Yeah. They have balconies."
"Stop being a pussy." Jennifer stood up and urged me to do the same by tugging on my penis, then she walked me out onto the patio and had me sit in a lounge chair. She pulled up another chair to the side, sat down, and continued to play with my appendage, rubbing her index finger over the slit a few times, coaxing it open wider. When pre-cum started to ooze out, she bent over and licked it up. All the while, Mary Lou sat in a chair opposite Jennifer and massaged my inner thigh.
As I thickened in Jennifer's hand, Mary Lou complimented me. "I like your stamina." She cupped my balls and said, "Is there a never ending supply in there?"
I smiled as Jennifer increased her rhythmic strokes. When I laid my head back, I noticed a female neighbor peering over the side of a balcony at me as I was being manhandled. I simply looked at her eyes as she caught mine and I let out a loud moan as I shot my seventh load of the day all over myself. Completely covered in my own jizz, I felt so dirty, yet so turned on at the same time. Then the doorbell rang.
Within no time, Jennifer had returned with two more friends -- Kimberly and Shannon -- who were astonished to see me lying naked covered in my own cum. I couldn't help but get hard again. It was noticed by all around me.
As a couple of more chairs were pulled up beside me, Kimberly asked, "How many loads has he shot already?"
Jennifer quickly answered, "Seven."
Shannon stated, "Holy shit. And he's still hard?" She put the palm of her hand on my shaft to feel my stiffness. When I let out a soft moan, she looked at Jennifer and asked, "Can I?" After she received a nod from Jennifer, she plunged down on my cock with all out abandon. After finding it hard to contort her body, she got up out of her seat and kneeled next to me to continue.
As various hands pawed at my body while Shannon was sucking me off, I instinctively said, "I'm cumming."
Shannon released me from her mouth and I shot load after load onto my stomach until she had milked me dry. She followed with, "Eight."
I said, "I can't keep this up."
Jennifer said, "You will. We'll milk you completely dry and then we'll start over tomorrow."
I asked, "Tomorrow? But I've got to work."
"Starting immediately after you get home."
I laid my head back and closed my eyes as numerous hands continued to feel me up. Eventually, Kimberly took my flaccid penis in her hand and just held on. She squeezed and released, squeezed and released, etc. until, after fifteen minutes, I was rock hard again. She continued occasionally squeezing. After another fifteen minutes, I was feeling the familiar tightness in my nuts when I let out a loud grunt and cum oozed out of my slit pooling all over her hand. As she began to lick her hand, Kimberly calmly said, "Nine." Then she sucked the cum off of my cock.
As soon as Kimberly was done, my cock was immediately grabbed by Mary Lou, who ducked down and sucked it all in in its flaccid state. When there was no response in my nether region, she released me from her mouth and just laid her hand on my crotch. She slightly massaged me for upwards of a half an hour until I began to grow again. Soon, she was stroking me and I began to wince in pain. She noticed and asked, "Does that hurt?"
"I'm a little chafed."
"Stand up." I did as told and faced her, my member sticking out in front of me towards her mouth. She sucked me into her lips swirled her tongue around. When she pulled off, she queried, "How's that?"
"Perfectly fine."
"Good." She went down on me again, grabbing each side of my ass to pull me forward. After five minutes of slurping, I came into her mouth with a moan and my legs nearly gave out on me. I fell back onto the lounge chair and breathed deeply.
Jennifer asked, "How are you doing honey?"
I said, "I'm in seventh heaven." Within moments, I fell asleep. When I awoke, all of the girls were in skimpy two piece swimsuits and covering my front side in sunscreen. After most of my front was done, the four of them turned their attention to my cock. While hands stroked me, coddled my balls, tickled my taint, etc., I became rock hard and, within no time, I was spurting cum into the air.
In unison, the girls all said, "Eleven," then started rubbing the tip, driving me crazy. As I squirmed around in ecstasy, they continued to tease me.
Jennifer eventually called a halt to it and said, "I loved that. We were in total control."
I said, "When have you not been today?" I looked around at the four women standing over me. My wife, a petite brunette with perk little breasts and tight stomach had smile. Mary Lou, an Asian American woman with straight jet black hair and a hour glass figure was licking her lips. Shannon, a red head with supple breasts and a butt to die for was staring at my crotch, ready to attack again. Finally, there was Kimberly, a blonde goddess with a perfect Pilates figure, who was blowing me kisses with her pouty lips. I said, "I could use a break."
Jennifer said, "Not going to happen." She straddled me and began grinding her pelvis on my dick, which miraculously showed signs of life. "This is an all-day thing. We're trying to set a record." She continued grinding me until I was stiff. She then slid down lowered on my legs, grabbed me with both her hands and began stroking me. As I winced, she said, "Don't be a baby." She continued to stroke me as I looked around at the curves of the other ladies. "Do you like what you see?" When I didn't respond, Jennifer asked again, "Do you like what you see?"
"What?"
"Are my friends good looking?"
"Yes."
"Are you getting turned on looking at them?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now cum for me baby."
I leaned my head back and bucked my hips as much as I could with her resting on my thighs as I exploded all over my chest and stomach again. I let out an "Oh my God."
Jennifer asked, "What?"
I admitted, "This whole day has been such a turn on."
Jennifer planted a kiss on my cock head and stood up. She looked around at the other three girls and asked, "Who's next?"
Kimberly grabbed my dick and told me to follow her. She had me sit on the side of the pool, cum dripping all down my body. She got in the pool and waded over to where I sat, then started massaging my cock and balls. After twenty minutes, she felt me swell and jiggled her tits in front of me. She asked, "Do you like?"
I answered, "Yes. Can you take off your top?"
"Would that help?"
"Yes."
She undid the strap in the back and lifted it over her head before setting it down on the side of the pool. "How is that?"
As I started to grow in her hands, I said, "Good."
As she stroked my member, she asked, "How good?"
Hardening in her hand, I said, "Extraordinary."
She smiled up at me and made eye contact as she bent down and took me in her mouth while she rubbed my balls. All that could be heard for fifteen minutes was her slurping and eventually I erupted into her mouth. When I did so, she voraciously sucked, then released me and held out her cum-covered tongue, closed her mouth and swallowed. She immediately grabbed her top and put it back on. "That's all you get." As she started to walk away, she said, "Thirteen."
Just then, Jennifer called to me to come to her. With wobbly gait, I followed her call to the front door, which stood open. As I was ogled by our next door neighbor, Jennifer asked, "Is it okay if Gabby joins the fun?" After I nodded an affirmative, Jennifer directed her to "Go at it."
Gabby, dressed in a flowered sun dress, walked directly up to me and grabbed my penis. "Watching those women have their way with you made me so horny."
My wife walked past the two of us and said, "When you're done, return him back outside."

Dale never suspected that when Lynda called that it would set into place events what would change his life forever. Out of the blue she made contact. They hadn't seen each other in years.
Lynda and Dale had become estranged since the teen years. After high school the brother went off to college and the sister went 'to find herself'. Later he had learned that she had gotten into the more seedy side of society. His sexy sibling was working as an exotic dancer in Denver. There was a suspicion, knowing his sister, even more erotic endeavors involved.
There was only a year difference in their age. They were always close. Sometimes more like 'buddies' than brother and sister.
The relationship could never be called 'morally upright'. Often double dates ended up with both of them getting laid. Dale and his girl would be in the front seat and Lynda and her guy in the back seat.
They never hid their bodies. Bedroom and bathroom doors were always open. Often they would appear in front of the other in different stages of dress.
Sometimes Lynda would have girlfriends over to spend the night. On many occasions she would get one of them to give up a piece of ass to Dale. As a lookout for the parents, she would often be in the room.
There were also times when Dale would return the favor. She would spend the night with a boyfriend. He would lie to their parents of the sibling's whereabouts.
Dale even got her set up to be fucked by a co-worker. Later on it was revealed she not only did she do the friend but the roommate as well. He was told his sister gave 'the best cocksuckin' job ever'. Strangely there was a sense of pride hearing about her abilities.
Dale had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. Bettie, his wife, had just left for work. He was wearing only a robe when answering the door. It was Lynda. She arrived earlier than expected
The pretty blond was wearing a short shirt and a pleasant blouse. It was a very revealing outfit. The attire emphasized the cleavage of the breast and exposed a set of curvaceous legs.
Lynda had changed! She was always good looking. Now she is gorgeous!
A set of tits that had to be at least 38C's sits proudly on a petite torso. The body was fit and athletic. The skin sported an even bronze that was the results of a tan in the can booth. The long blond tress she had always maintained was enhanced by the skin tone. The vision caused an abnormal stirring in the brother's loins.
Lynda drops the travel bags and flings a pair of excited arms around his neck. She gives a deep tongue kiss. Dale didn't resist.
Their tongues twirl. Their bodies press even closer. The stirrings increased.
"Gawd!" Lynda says breathlessly hugging tightly, "I've missed you so, big brother."
Dale feels a firm upper leg rubbing up against his groin. It was a bare skin against a partly harden penis. The woman had to know what was touching her flesh. There was no indication that she did. The hug tightens. The probing leg continues to caress partially erect dick.
"Damn!" Dale remarks at the enthusiastic greeting, "You have missed me."
"More than you can imagine," she agrees still holding her brother's solid body close.
Dale gently pushes back to exam her. The peasant blouse really enhances a set of full mounds. Dale suddenly breaks the prolong stare at the orbs. The feeling of guilt arrives telling that he is becoming too attracted to them.
They move into the front room. Lynda sits down on the couch. The short shirt slides high up on the thigh. Black bikini panties are exposed. They fit snugly against a rounded ass and firm thigh.
"I need to change into some clothes," Dale excuses.
The brother really wanted to get away to regroup. This new Lynda had effects in ways that was wrong. Something had to be put on to hide the bulge!
"I would like to change as well," Lynda states.
A set of curvy legs opens a little wider. A pantied covered crotch is fully showing. The vision is obscuring the idea who this sexy bitch is!
"The guest room there," Dale points, "is where you'll stayin'." The turned on brother suggests, "Go in there to change."
Before getting into some other clothes, Dale strokes a very stiff rod. The desire was to work it down. The masturbation didn't quit until a string of cum shoots across the room. Bettie would be getting dick tonight.
When Dale comes out his sister was back on the couch wearing a long tee shirt and no bra. Two pink nipples show clearly through the thin fabric. He could see the black outline of the bikini panties. The hot brother was glad those were still on!
"Here," a tanned hand pats the nearby seat cushion, "sit next to me."
A photo album is held up. Lynda wants to show some pictures. A broad grin appears on the lovely face.
"As you wish," Dale concedes.
While positioning on the sofa, Dale immediately realizes that more than clothes changing had been done. A fresh aroma of perfume from a lovely neck is present. The fit body had a scent of a recent freshening as well.
"Let me show ya what I've been up to," she states opening the book. "These are some of the girls I've been workin' with," Lynda begins thumbing through the pages.
The club she had been dancing at was a very erotic place. The pictures were of women in explicit positions. Some showed them with other dancers and some with customers. Considering the sexual poses, Dale doubted that the activity stopped when the picture taking ended.
Lynda had nude pictures of herself dancing. They were much like the rest. One had her leaning back. A soft looking pink cunt was center of the picture.
"Sis," Dale questions, "Do'ya really believe you should be showin' your brother these pics?"
"Why not?" Lynda jokingly replies, "You gonna get a hard on an' jump my bones?"
"Was all activity like this there?" the curious Dale wonders.
Lynda quickly goes into telling of the erotic activities that went on. She didn't hesitate to go into detail. It was obvious she was proud of the 'shows' given.
"See this big redhead," she points to a picture of a dancer with another women between her legs, "This bitch would fuck anything an' anyone." She adds admiringly, "I don't think she ever stopped fuckin'."
"Really?" Dale remarks.
The brother feels a soft touch on his thigh. A bronzed hand squeezes gently. A soft smile is given.
"I'm really happy I decided to come here," she says with a peck on the cheek.
The grasp tightens. The hand moves upward on his thigh. The smile broadens.
"What about yourself?" he asks, wanting to get back to the pictures, "What did'ya do."
"I didn't do as much as a lot of the girls did," she giggles, "A quick feel of my ass an' pussy usually got me fives an' tens' down my panties."
That revelation brought unexpected visions. A sibling's cock is rising again. He really needed to move away.
The front door opens. Bettie had return early. Dale was glad she did.
"Hi, Baby!" she greets entering.
Bettie moves over to him. They kiss deeply. He holds her close.
"Whoa," she reacts to his package, "Someone's in a mood."
"Guess who's here?" Dale quizzes. He wants to ensure Bettie realize they weren't alone.
"Hey, girl," she greets the sister-in-law smiling. "When did'ya get in?"
"Just a little while ago," the sexy blond answers standing up.
The two women hug and kiss cheeks. They hold slightly longer than Dale expected. He couldn't help but notice Lynda's hand caressing his wife's ass.
For the next couple of days his sister, claiming not to be used to the hot summer heat, continues to wear skimpy outfits. A long tee shirts and no bra around the house was common.
All that dancing had made her legs look fantastic. A smooth tan enhanced the natural beauty. A large pair of titties bounce in harmony whenever walking.
His sister professes to be happy to be near him again. Lynda helps around the house whenever possible. He got the impression this visit was going to be longer than originally planned.
Lynda often bends over directly in front of her brother. Dale would get a clear view of a great ass and barely covered pussy. The dancing had also made tighter a pair of ass cheeks. He assumed the lack of modesty by her was due to them being siblings.
"I betcha wonderin' how comes I'm so much bigger?" Lynda asks one morning.
"Whatcha mean?" Dale puzzles, playing dumb. He knows what she was referring to
"These, Silly," the sexy sister pats the titties. They jiggle in unison. "I've had 'em enhanced!"
"I didn't notice," Dale lies.
"One thing about being a stripper is," she reveals, "you soon learn to read men's expressions." Lynda refutes, "You've noticed 'em."
"Ok," he concedes, "I've noticed they're bigger."
"I had plastic surgery done on 'em," she boasts, still patting the perfect orbs.
"Wasn't that expensive?" Dale questions.
"Normally, yes," Lynda tells holding the tits upright, "But the doctor had taken a likin' to me."
"Yeah," Dale thinks, "I bet."
"Because of that," she claims, "he gave me a real good discount on the fees."
He could always tell when his sister was lying. Lynda was now. There was no doubt a few good fucks had gone the doctor's way.
"He did them perfectly," Lynda says as the shirt is suddenly pulled up. A set of perfectly rounded titties is exposed. "No scars." They are hunched forward to emphasize the beauty. "They're perfect." Lynda prods with a quick jiggle, "Aren't they, Baby?"
Suddenly Lynda captures his hands. They are placed on the firm mounds. The skin is smooth and hot to the touch. With her guiding, the improved mounds were pawed fully. He did like the feel of the taboo, soft flesh.
"That does feel good," she sighs enjoying the 'examination'.
Dale feels an extreme hard on! This was his sister he was touching! There is a moral confusion as to what to do. Standing up wouldn't be wise at the moment.
Suddenly the phone rings. Save by the bell! Dale answers it quickly.
The next few days the weather got warmer and Lynda wore less. Often running around the house wearing the tee-shirt tied around the perfect titties like a halter top and bottoms from some of the stripper outfits.
Lynda continues bending over in front of her brother 'absent-mindedly'. A tan ass and a damp crotch is always the resulting view. Dale was having an increasingly tougher time trying to remember who this woman is. The reasons for not fucking this sexy siren waned each hour.
One night just before Bettie came home, his sister came out of the bedroom and heads to a small trunk that had been placed in the hall closet. Lynda lends over to get something out.
The view is a bare bottom! No panties! Nothing! He was looking at naked cunt!
The light colored blond pubic hair hides nothing! It was a beautiful pink. The fleshy lips were glistening.
The voyaging brother had a raging hard on. The desire of moving up behind this sexy woman was strong. Instead he hustles back into the bedroom and jacks off!
Later on that evening Bettie and Lynda were at the kitchen table talking. Men were the subjects. Dale could tell from the giggling sex was being discussed.
"Baby!" his wife calls. "Could'ya come in here?"
He walks into the kitchen. The two women go mute when Dale enters. He stands at the entrance.
"They were just wonderin'," Bettie asks, "what's more of a turn for a man? A pussy with hair or---,"
"---a bald headed cunt?" Lynda eagerly completes.
The question was blunt. He had never placed it in a real context. Dale loved pussy. Eating it, with or without hair, was always a pleasure.
"Well," the keen sister repeats, "Do'ya like a cunt bald or what?"
The way Lynda pronounces 'cunt' sounded so sexy. He suspected it wasn't a mistake how it was being used. There was no doubt she used such words to get men to toss dollars.
Dale thinks deeply. They want an answer. He actually had none.
"Bald," the word slowly comes out.
His sister and his wife go back to the conversation. Dale returns to the couch. A hard cock says Bettie would be getting fucked tonight.
The next afternoon the weather is hotter. Even with the air condition, it was almost unbearable. A lot of clothing would make the day worst.
Dale was in a tank top and a pair of cut offs only. Lynda dressed in a similar way; a tee-shirt and daisy dukes.
By the afternoon she was down to the long tee-shirt. There is no attempt at being modest. Lynda comes into the front room and moves in front of Dale. She then bends over to pick up a magazine on the floor.
Dale sees that she was panty less! And HAIRLESS! His sister's pretty cunt had been shaved! It was a bare as a newborn baby's.
Lynda made no effort to rush in picking up the magazine. The stripper's movements are deliberate. A firm ass wiggles temptingly.
Dale didn't give a damn what society thought! Lynda was a hot woman wanting his dick! He was going to give it to her!
The turned on brother moves up behind his sexy sibling. A slightly nervous hand cups the forbidden cunt with a middle fingertip slipping between the lips. It was already wet and warm.
"Gawd!" Lynda declares huskily, "I thought I was gonna hav'a rape ya!"
She jerks up and spins around. The tee shirt comes flying off as the hot sister spirals. Dale had a full view of the big naked tits as they rub up against his chest.
The brother and sister kiss deeply. Their tongues dance. Dale was turned on! So was she! This was the point of no return.
His hands explore a trim back and great ass. Lynda is pulled closer as the clinch tightens. Dale slides a finger between the cheeks to tease the asshole.
Her hands wonder to the Levi cutoffs. Lynda pops the button and yanks down the zipper. She wants to feel her brother's member.
"Baby," the ex-dancer coos, "make me feel alive again."
Lynda starts kissing him down the neck. Dale pulls back long enough to tear off the tank top. A pair of hot lips works its way down the hard chest to the belly button and then to the edge of the shorts.
Lynda was on knees as the trail of kisses reaches the top of the cutoffs. The shorts are then roughly tugged. They fall to down around the ankles. A hard cock came flips out.
It is caught in a sister's mouth. The hard pole is inhaled hurriedly. A hot tongue massages anxiously.
"Sweet Mother-of-Pearl!" Dale gasps, "Sis, you're one experienced bitch!"
With hands on a blond head, Lynda moves up and down on the shaft. She would leave the cock long enough to suck and kiss the balls. A finger runs up the crack of the tight ass and plays with a puckering anus.
"I've been wantin' you to cum in my mouth for some time now," Lynda confesses in a hiss. "Take me to the fantasy I've always wanted."
The incestuous sister sucks the forbidden cock to the balls. She hums consistently. Again, a very practiced tongue massages the stiff shaft. Dale's friend was right. She was a good cocksucker!
The hot brother starts mouth fucking with slow rhythms. The hard cock still goes deep even thorough was no wish to aggravate the gage reflex. Face fucking his sister is just too hot.
I'm getin' ready to cum!" Dale announces behind clinched teeth.
Lynda picks up the pace of head bobbing on stiff cockshaft.
"I'm gonna cum!" he shouts.
Arms wraps tighter around a lower back. The humming increases. The suction gets stronger.
"I'm cummmmmming!" Dale yells.
The brother unloads a wad of sperm into his sister's mouth. The woman is an expert. The forbidden cum is totality inhaled. She continues to suck and lick the pulsating cock after it had completed ejaculating.
"That's the sweetest cum I've ever tasted," she states proceeding to tongue wash the hard organ clean.
"You're one fine cocksucker, Sis." Dale then quips with a smile, "I betcha there was a number of guys at that strip club that left happy because of your mouth."
"At least five every night." Lynda looks up her panting brother with a sly grin and says, "I wanted to practice so I could be the best cocksucker you've ever had!"
She is pick up by the shoulders. The brother and sister lock into a deep French kiss. Their groins rub together. His cock was returning to a hard rod. Her nipples where like little stones.
Dale guides her to a nearby easy chair. He positions his sister with both legs placed over the arms. The sight was breath taking.
"Now that's the way I should be," she huskily states, "Legs spread. Cunt open for my brother to do whatever he wants."
"It's time for me to enjoy some of your cunt juices, Sis," he hotly proclaims moving between the athletic legs.
A hot, pink and very wet twat is exposed. Aroma of the sweet juices calls Dale closer. A gentle finger is placed on the thick-lipped pussy.
"Oh yesss!" she moans. Lynda spread eagles wider, offering, "Oh, please do as you wish."
The curvy legs shift higher on the chair arms. The moist lips were even more visible. He stares open eyed at the wet pussy.
The clit was already enlarged by blood. It juts out of the hood, looking like a small penis. Dale teases the tender flesh with two fingers. She squirms with delight.
"My God," he blurts, "you clit is big!"
Excited fingers open the lips further. Dale looks deep into his sister's cunt. The color goes from a soft pink to a dark red. It was just so tasty looking.
He licks lips with anticipation. Slowly, the hot bloodied brother, moves to the opening. The smell is so pleasant.
"Wait," Lynda whispers in a hiss, "watch this."
She places his hands on top of the tanned, hot thighs. Then her hands replace his on the wet pussy. The engorged clit is captured between an index and middle finger. The tip of a right index finger is used to tease the sensitive flesh. The digit rotates slowly, gradually increasing speed until the finger was twirling full tilt.
"Watch me, dear brother," she whines, "Watch this whore's cunt go wet with love juices!"
The clitoral head is jerked furiously. Holding it securely between the restrictive digits, the love button protruded further outward. It forms a defined little cap.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" She euphorically yells, "I'm showin' off to my hot brother!"
A firm ass bounces and twitches all over the chair's seat. A blond head flops from shoulder to shoulder. A long, golden mane waves wildly as the climax captures the sexual hazed sister's body.
"Yes! Yesss! Yessssssss!" she audaciously screams in pleasure.
She abruptly goes limp. After a few seconds a set of pale blues eyes looks at her brother lovingly. She smiles and blows a kiss.
"That has to be one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed," Dale whispers, "Where the hell did'ya learn that??"
"One of the dancers I worked with." Lynda pants, "She said it would get me more tips. She said it should be a show for special men!" The hot sister smiles down saying, "You, my brother, are a very special man."
Lynda's wet and juicy cunt was inches from Dale's mouth. There was no need to wait any longer to taste the love nectar. A pair of strong thumbs opens the pussy lips lovingly. Dale licks and sucks on the opening. His tongue and teeth plays with the already sensitive clit. The brother nibbles and washes the forbidden pussy.
It was time to make her cum. He wishes to give her the best cunt loving she had ever had. Dale wants to leave this hot vixen exhausted before the afternoon is over.
"Let me help," Lynda offers moving her hands to the pussy. A pair of well-manicured fingers spreads the lips open. He had clear access to the deepest aspects of the hot cunt.
Dale places a warm tongue on the quivering cunt lips. The pulsating damp skin is lick and swirl as deep as possible. A set of firm hips gyrate with the movements.
"Damn!" she groans, "How'd I never realized the best tongue around was my brother's!" Lynda looks down promising, "Your cock gonna love its sister's cunt. I'm a great piece of ass!" she brags huskily, "Enough men have paid for it!" Lynda adds giggling, "You'll be gettin' the real stuff!"
Without warning a thick middle finger slips up a hot asshole. It drives deep. The pleasuring making digit quickly rotates inside the colon.
"Ahhhh!" she squeals, "You fuckin' bastard!"
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" the lust filled brother orders, "You're lovin' that ass being fingered!"
"Ohhhh!" Lynda groans louder, "Ohmygod! My brother's finger-fuckin' me!"
She was already to cum by the darting tongue. A very wet pussy was flowing. The probing finger up the tight ass only adds to the sensation of a rising climax. Lynda pushes down on the back of his neck.
"I'm cumming!" she screams, "I'm givin' up a piece o' ass to my lovin' brother!" the lust filled sibling wails, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeee!"
The stripper's body vibrates in a series of pulsating moves. She then tonics and flexes uncontrollably. Finally Lynda goes limp. With eyes closed she lays motionless in the chair.
No, bitch," Dale growls, roughly jerking her, "We're just beginnin',"
Lynda allows herself to be pulled off the chair. As soon as the sex driven sister was on the floor legs open wide and high. A taboo, erect prick is noticed. A quick hand grabs and jerks it frantically.
"Stick it in me!" Lynda orders in a voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up your sister's cunt an' fuck her brains out!" She shrieks hotly, "Give me the fantasy I've always wanted!"
Dale was ready. A hard cock plunges into his sister's wet cunt. Curvy legs immediately wrap around his back.
"It's time for the fuck," Lynda pants, "It's time for you to give ya sister a good lovin' fuck!"
"Jesus, Sis," Dale amazes while his hard cock slides into the receptive love tunnel, "you're cunt's a perfect fit! You're so warm an' tight."
Dale pumped with deep and easy strokes. The sibling's pussy muscles snugly fit around the stiff shaft. With each thrust the cunt holds tightly. He isn't too sure if he could hold out much longer without cumming.
"Of course I'm a perfect fit," she kisses and nibbles at his neck reminding, "We come from the same womb. We've got the same blood coursin' thorough our veins!" Lynda humps back on the stiff cock as it withdrawals, "We've got the same passions!" Her voice rise with the sensations, "The Same lust!" The tanned legs tighten around his back. "Fuck me as long as you wish, dear Brother! Fuck me raw, please!" Lynda shouts hotly, "I'm the sluttish lil' bitch you'll ever fuck!"
"Move your knees so I can suck your tits," Dale orders huskily. "I love to suck big tits!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Lynda moans moving knees to his sides. "Suck the damn things off!" Now ranting in a sexual bliss, she professes, "I don't care if this is incest! I'm fuckin' hot! A hot fuckin' bitch who loves her brother's dick!"
The words bring down the societal walls. Taboo lust comes flooding out. His body shakes with erotic desire. His entire soul burns with sexual fervor.
"Ohhhh, sweet lord!" the passion crazed sister screams feeling a warm mouth encase an erect pink nipple, "That's the best tongue in the world!"
Dale shoves forward. Pushing a very hard cock into an expanded sheath. The titillating twat is pounded to the bottom.
"Ohhhhh, Gawd!" Lynda hisses, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"You're a great fuck, Sis," Dale states hoarsely, "A fabulous pussy!"
"I'm all pussy, Bro!" Her hips arches back for the forbidden cock to go deeper. "Fuck it hard! I love your cock! I love the idea my brother is fuckin' me!" The firm athletic legs again drape high behind his back. "Make me cum 'til I'm dry!!"
"I'm gonna make you cum until you're no longer a good fuck!" Dale growls. "Then I can just toss you, my dear sister, away lik'a old used pussy."
"I'm only a whore for your use!" she shrieks out of crazed sexual lust.
Dale was too close to hold back. Lynda was ready to cum as well. The taboo lovers pick up the pace. The sister's legs open again allowing the brother to drive deeper.
"Yes! Now!" Lynda announces aimlessly, "I'm ready to cum! Fuck me! Fuck your little sister!" she screams into the room.
"Yes I am ready too, Sis!" Dale quickens the strokes. "I'm ready to cum!"
"Do it!" Lynda commands in a pant.
"Yessssssssss!" I'm cummmmmmmin'!" a clinched mouth Dale groans.
"Yesssss! I'm cummin' tooo!" Lynda blindly shouts.
The taboo lovers twist and hump as a vibrating cock explodes into the pulsating cunt. Her juices come flooding back to meet the rushing sperm. Brother and sister reach a climaxic peak together.
The sweat covered pair collapse onto the carpeted floor. They kiss and peck lovingly. They smile at the other. Both were glowing from the sexual aftermath.
"You don't know how many times I've wanted that feeling." She hugs him passionately. "I'm so happy I could give up a piece of ass to you." Lynda kisses his neck stating, "I'm a good whore but with you I'm a special whore." They then kiss deeply. On breaking she announces, "I'm my brother's whore for now an' forever!"
Dale hadn't yet removed a still hard cock. Lynda was still wrap around tightly. They again kiss deeply and begin to gyrate pelvises together.
"What about Bettie?" she asks honestly, "We can't fuck like this when she's around."
A smiling Dale states, "Sis, you'll find out that you are not the only woman in this family to enjoy eatin' pussy."
"Now what makes ya think I would eat her cunt?" she asks coyly.
"Because any woman," he concludes speeding up the pumping of the wet cunt, "who would suck her brother's cock would eat her sister-in-law's pussy!"
"You mean Bettie's bi curious?" Lynda hopefully asks opening muscular legs.
"Yep!" Dale confirms continue to fuck, "She's told me she would loved to eat a cunt after I cum in it."
"Yes," the hot blond agrees lustfully, "A fresh hot cum filled pussy pie is the sweetest taste of all!"
They then kiss again. The new lovers fucked for another hour. Then it was time to clean up before Bettie walks in.
The sexual activities continue on as they shower. The sister sucks the brother off while in the stall. Her cunt is tongued one more time.
There was no desire to dress but the idea of surprising Bettie this night with a threesome was going to be fun. Besides Dale knows of his wife's desire to fuck her sister-in-law for years. It would be fantasy-filled time before this day was over.
Without warning a thick middle finger slips up a hot asshole. It drives deep. The pleasuring making digit quickly rotates inside the colon.
"Ahhhh!" she squeals, "You fuckin' bastard!"
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" the lust filled brother orders, "You're lovin' that ass being fingered!"
"Ohhhh!" Lynda groans louder, "Ohmygod! My brother's finger-fuckin' me!"
She was already to cum by the darting tongue. A very wet pussy was flowing. The probing finger up the tight ass only adds to the sensation of a rising climax. Lynda pushes down on the back of his neck.
"I'm cumming!" she screams, "I'm givin' up a piece o' ass to my lovin' brother!" the lust filled sibling wails, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeee!"
The stripper's body vibrates in a series of pulsating moves. She then tonics and flexes uncontrollably. Finally Lynda goes limp. With eyes closed she lays motionless in the chair.
No, bitch," Dale growls, roughly jerking her, "We're just beginnin',"
Lynda allows herself to be pulled off the chair. As soon as the sex driven sister was on the floor legs open wide and high. A taboo, erect prick is noticed. A quick hand grabs and jerks it frantically.
"Stick it in me!" Lynda orders in a voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up your sister's cunt an' fuck her brains out!" She shrieks hotly, "Give me the fantasy I've always wanted!"
Dale was ready. A hard cock plunges into his sister's wet cunt. Curvy legs immediately wrap around his back.
"It's time for the fuck," Lynda pants, "It's time for you to give ya sister a good lovin' fuck!"
"Jesus, Sis," Dale amazes while his hard cock slides into the receptive love tunnel, "you're cunt's a perfect fit! You're so warm an' tight."
Dale pumped with deep and easy strokes. The sibling's pussy muscles snugly fit around the stiff shaft. With each thrust the cunt holds tightly. He isn't too sure if he could hold out much longer without cumming.
"Of course I'm a perfect fit," she kisses and nibbles at his neck reminding, "We come from the same womb. We've got the same blood coursin' thorough our veins!" Lynda humps back on the stiff cock as it withdrawals, "We've got the same passions!" Her voice rise with the sensations, "The Same lust!" The tanned legs tighten around his back. "Fuck me as long as you wish, dear Brother! Fuck me raw, please!" Lynda shouts hotly, "I'm the sluttish lil' bitch you'll ever fuck!"
"Move your knees so I can suck your tits," Dale orders huskily. "I love to suck big tits!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Lynda moans moving knees to his sides. "Suck the damn things off!" Now ranting in a sexual bliss, she professes, "I don't care if this is incest! I'm fuckin' hot! A hot fuckin' bitch who loves her brother's dick!"
The words bring down the societal walls. Taboo lust comes flooding out. His body shakes with erotic desire. His entire soul burns with sexual fervor.
"Ohhhh, sweet lord!" the passion crazed sister screams feeling a warm mouth encase an erect pink nipple, "That's the best tongue in the world!"
Dale shoves forward. Pushing a very hard cock into an expanded sheath. The titillating twat is pounded to the bottom.
"Ohhhhh, Gawd!" Lynda hisses, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"You're a great fuck, Sis," Dale states hoarsely, "A fabulous pussy!"
"I'm all pussy, Bro!" Her hips arches back for the forbidden cock to go deeper. "Fuck it hard! I love your cock! I love the idea my brother is fuckin' me!" The firm athletic legs again drape high behind his back. "Make me cum 'til I'm dry!!"
"I'm gonna make you cum until you're no longer a good fuck!" Dale growls. "Then I can just toss you, my dear sister, away lik'a old used pussy."
"I'm only a whore for your use!" she shrieks out of crazed sexual lust.
Dale was too close to hold back. Lynda was ready to cum as well. The taboo lovers pick up the pace. The sister's legs open again allowing the brother to drive deeper.
"Yes! Now!" Lynda announces aimlessly, "I'm ready to cum! Fuck me! Fuck your little sister!" she screams into the room.
"Yes I am ready too, Sis!" Dale quickens the strokes. "I'm ready to cum!"
"Do it!" Lynda commands in a pant.
"Yessssssssss!" I'm cummmmmmmin'!" a clinched mouth Dale groans.
"Yesssss! I'm cummin' tooo!" Lynda blindly shouts.
The taboo lovers twist and hump as a vibrating cock explodes into the pulsating cunt. Her juices come flooding back to meet the rushing sperm. Brother and sister reach a climaxic peak together.
The sweat covered pair collapse onto the carpeted floor. They kiss and peck lovingly. They smile at the other. Both were glowing from the sexual aftermath.
"You don't know how many times I've wanted that feeling." She hugs him passionately. "I'm so happy I could give up a piece of ass to you." Lynda kisses his neck stating, "I'm a good whore but with you I'm a special whore." They then kiss deeply. On breaking she announces, "I'm my brother's whore for now an' forever!"
Dale hadn't yet removed a still hard cock. Lynda was still wrap around tightly. They again kiss deeply and begin to gyrate pelvises together.
"What about Bettie?" she asks honestly, "We can't fuck like this when she's around."
A smiling Dale states, "Sis, you'll find out that you are not the only woman in this family to enjoy eatin' pussy."
"Now what makes ya think I would eat her cunt?" she asks coyly.
"Because any woman," he concludes speeding up the pumping of the wet cunt, "who would suck her brother's cock would eat her sister-in-law's pussy!"
"You mean Bettie's bi curious?" Lynda hopefully asks opening muscular legs.
"Yep!" Dale confirms continue to fuck, "She's told me she would loved to eat a cunt after I cum in it."
"Yes," the hot blond agrees lustfully, "A fresh hot cum filled pussy pie is the sweetest taste of all!"
They then kiss again. The new lovers fucked for another hour. Then it was time to clean up before Bettie walks in.
The sexual activities continue on as they shower. The sister sucks the brother off while in the stall. Her cunt is tongued one more time.
There was no desire to dress but the idea of surprising Bettie this night with a threesome was going to be fun. Besides Dale knows of his wife's desire to fuck her sister-in-law for years. It would be fantasy-filled time before this day was over.

A Son Forced - The College Years

******
Jason stood on the stage as he spoke at an event during Romanticon. An event for romantic authors like him to mingle and answer questions from fans and launch a new book, like he was doing at that moment. A year and a half had passed since he had graduated high school. His college life was pretty much like his high school life; one where people thought little of him. Blowing him off because he didn't fit into any one group. Yet when Mary, his mother, his aunt, and his sister picked him up at the start of winter break and how they greeted him, Jason did turn many heads. Glancing out of the corner of his eye as Margret and Mary stood off in the wings their eyes gazing lovingly at him as he answered question after question. Which wasn't strange since this was the very first event he, as Kevin Sol, ever did. Therefore, when he learned the hour long show he was asked to do for the first three days of the event were sold out he wasn't surprised. However, he just wasn't prepared for the looks in the women's eyes as he stood under the hot lights. His mother and aunt had to stay back at home (something they weren't pleased with given what happened in New York), while he was in Cincinnati, he had left four days earlier as Jacklyn had told him to so he could go over the setup before the doors opened. However, with this being the last day he had to be on stage he was eager to be back home.
"Thank you everyone," Jason said, waving to the crowd seeing the abundant phones out recording him. He hoped the videos didn't show up on YouTube; he so didn't need college guys heckling him about his job. Then again, what did he care if they did, he was already a millionaire and his wealth had continued to grow, netting him roughly forty million dollars to date. All thanks to his savvy grandmother. "I hope you all enjoy the rest of the week!" Jason waved at the crowd as he walked to stage right where Margret and Mary waited.
"Jason," Margret sighed happily her hazel eyes lustered as her arms wrapped around him. Kissing her master lovingly as he pulled her close.
"Jason, I want to be held too master," Mary said, the last word low so only Jason would hear as her green eyes glanced up at him. Giggling as he held his arm out to her. Moaning into his mouth as Jason cupped her ass and hissing when he gave her sore cheeks a light spank. "Not too hard Jason, they haven't recovered from last night," she said referring to the paddling Jason had given her.
"Well, don't spend ten grand on things without asking," Jason whispered into her ear.
"But... I thought you might like them," Mary said, bashfully, as she looked down.
"I do, just not ten grand worth of lingerie," Jason said sternly.
"It wasn't just for me you know," Mary pouted. "You're mom and aunt have been down lately since the babies were born and thought you didn't like the way they looked now. So I thought what better way to show them they are still sexy than to have you drooling all over them."
Jason resisted rolling his eyes. His mother and aunt were as beautiful now as they were a year ago. They had worked out almost every day to keep their baby weight down, and after his son's and daughter's birth what weight gain they had was very minimal and quickly gone within two months of his children's births.
"Don't be too..." Margret's lips quickly sealed as Jason glanced at her.
"Next time ask me before spending that kind of money," Jason said, with the undertones of authority.
"Yes Master," Mary nodded.
"You better have gotten the very best for that kind of money," Jason said, as the event announcer introduced the next speaker.
"Of course Master, only the best for you and us," Mary said, with a broad smile.
"And you," his amber eyes cutting into his sister, "don't you ever break my pin number again," Jason said, spanking his sister's ass hard. Watching how her eyes fluttered as his hand struck her tight, firm ass.
"Yes Master, forgive me brother," Margret said, feeling her peach growing moist.
"Come I'm tired, and those lights felt like they were baking my skin," Jason said, his hands running down their backs before coming to rest on their asses.
Jason was sitting in the robe the hotel had supplied as Margret and Mary showered together. Trying not to grow hard as he listened to the moans that were coming from the bathroom. Opening up his laptop as he sat in the floral wing back chair in front of the desk. Double clicking on his Skype app; ever since they had been in the city he called home at least four to five times a day to check on his mother and aunt and to see how his children were doing. Leaning back as he listened to the ringing sound as he waited for his mother to pick up.
"Baby!" Mara said happily, as her phone shook as she sat it down in its holder.
"Hey Mom." Jason waved as he smile.
"Master, you mother misses you so much, when are you coming home?" Mara asked, her raven hair bounced as she pouted into her phone. "Your sub's pussy is so lonely without her sweet son's cock filling it."
"Tomorrow, just finished the last day here. Show me how much you miss me," Jason said, with a mischievous smirk.
"Is this what you want to see Master, me playing with my tits for my son?" Mara asked, with a coy smile as she lifted her breasts to fill the screen, giving them a little shake for her son's enjoyment.
"Nah-uh."
"No?!" Mara asked, perplexed, as she arched an eyebrow. "Whatever could my sweet Master want, I wonder," she said, trying not to smile.
"I want to see that ass," Jason said matter-of-factly.
"Is that so..."
"Jason, who are you talking to?" Margret asked, as she and Mary walked out of the bathroom in nothing but the collars they wore whenever they served their master. "Mama!" she cried out, as the chain connected to her collar swayed between her breasts as she saw Mara on the screen. Quickly dropping to her knees, along with Mary, as Jason's eyes glanced over at them. "Forgive me Master, I didn't mean to interrupt," Margret said, holding out her chain for him. Her heart fluttered as Jason's hand caressed her left cheek before taking hold of her leash.
"Hello Mistress," Mary said, waving at Mara as she too offered her chain to Jason. To show him that she trusted him wholeheartedly not to hurt her.
"Hello Mary, I hope you're enjoying Cincinnati," Mara said, smiling at the girl she had broken over a year and a half ago. Blowing her daughter a kiss. She couldn't be more pleased with her son as he had stepped into his role as Master of their family very well over the past year.
"Mmmhmm," Mary nodded as her hand ran down Jason's arm.
"Now that ass," Jason said sternly. He knew how his mother loved it when he would become forceful with her.
"Mmm," Mara purred, sucking on her lip. Her hunger burning in her hazel eyes as she gazed at her true master.
"Mara! Where are you?!" Scarlet called out as she walked through his home.
"In our master's office!" Mara called back to her sister.
"What are you doing in here?" Scarlet asked standing in the doorway. She had checked on her son and niece soon after the wet-nurses they hired had put them down for the night.
"Talking to our master, what else?" Mara said smiling to her sister as she quickly hurried over to the desk. "How's Ash and Iris?" she asked, as her sister's black hair settled against her chest.
"Sound asleep," Scarlet said, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked down at her stomach remembering the months she carried Ash.
"Good. The wet-nurses aren't giving you any trouble I hope?" Jason asked, chuckling as Scarlet pushed his mother out of the way.
"Baby! You're wife/aunt misses you so much! Your sub has been so hungry since you've been gone," Scarlet said, her face filling the screen.
"No, they haven't Jason," Mara said, hip checking her sister out of the way. Her hands went to the button of her jeans, watching her son's eyes as her fingers slowly lowered her zipper. Licking her upper lip as her red lace panties peeked out as her son's eyes centered on her dancefloor. Slowly turning around so her son could see how well she had maintained her ass during her pregnancy. Her hips rocked as she slowly pushed her jeans from her hips. Her left hand rested on the armrest of her son's desk chair as she bent over. "Is this the ass you wanted to see baby?" Mara asked, as her right hand ran over her backside.
"Mmmhmm," Jason nodded as his sister and Mary moved to either side of his legs.
"Look at this ass Master, isn't it so fuckable?" Scarlet asked, spanking her sister's ass causing Mara to release a light moan. Grabbing hold of Mara's ass cheeks giving them a little shake for Jason's pleasure. Peering down Scarlet noticed a small wet spot that was forming on his sister's panties. "Look at it Master!" Scarlet said taking Mara's phone from the stand moving it a few inches away from her sister's mound. "Look how wet she's getting," she said, pulling aside Mara's panties to show her nephew his mother's moist labia.
"Mmm," Jason said, glancing down as Margret and Mary pulled at the belt of his robe, "are you hungry for your master's cock?" he asked, as he gazed down at them.
"Mmmhmm," Margret nodded as her hand slipped beneath his robe, traveling up his thigh; her eyes flickered back up as Jason gave a little tug on her collar.
"Did I say you could?"
"Please Master," Mary said, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Oh, do my little pets want their master's cock?"
"Yes!" Came a chorus of all four voices.
"Please Jason, let me see it," Scarlet purred as she set her sister's phone back down onto its stand.
"First, give that naughty little peach a spanking for getting all wet," Jason commanded.
"Oh Master!" Mara cried out as she felt her sister's hand spanking her mound. "Yes Master, punish me for being so naughty for you," she moaned as her right hand held her right ass check open so her son could see how her canal quivered as she waited for his command.
"Scarlet?"
"Yes my love?" Scarlet said, feeling how her mound was throbbing. It was always as such when Jason spoke so authoritatively.
"Fetch the strap-on, since I can't properly punish that hot little pussy of my mother's," Jason said, with a sly smirk.
"Oh Jason, please be gentle," Mara said, peering over her shoulder.
"That depends on how hard your sister wants to fuck you," Jason said, with a devilish smile.
"Master, when you get home tomorrow will you properly punish your mother for being so horny for her son?" Mara asked, turning around not bothering to pull her pants up as she watched as Mary and Margret shared her son's cock.
"Oh, I plan on it Mara," Jason said, watching her cheek twitch. He knew how his mother hated it when he called her by her first name. "So much enjoyment, dance for me," he said to himself as he leaned back, succumbing to the pleasure of his sister's and girlfriend's mouths.
"Okay I'm back!" his cock roared into the back of his mind. Startling Jason, he thought his mental conversations with his cock had ended long ago. "Bah, like I would leave you alone. What would you do without me around, hmm?" his cock murmured as it flexed in Mary's mouth. "Damn boss, you do have some fine bitches servicing me. I just thought it best to see what you did over the year, and I wasn't disappointed. I swear I thought I was going to break off that one time."
"Be silent you," Jason growled at his appendage.
"Fine. Fine. Tell your sister to suck on my top, you ass." Jason just rolled his eyes at his rod. First thing he was going to do when he got back was see someone about his babbling cock. "No you won't, you enjoy our talks. So suck it up buttercup!"
"Jason," Mara said, drawing him out of his weird conversation with his appendage. "Have we not been together this whole time, can't you call me Mom?" she asked, looking bashfully into her phone. Trying not to focus on how her daughter was swallowing his cock. A tool that should be within her mouth at that moment and not staring at it through her phone.
"Oh? Are you telling me what to do my little sub?" Jason asked, with an amused smirk.
"No of course not Master, but your mother does want to hear the word every now and again," Mara said, looking down feeling her cheeks heat.
"Yes Mom," Jason said, fighting back his chuckle as his mother's hazel eyes glanced up at him.
"You ready sis?" Scarlet asked as she walked naked into the room, the rubber dildo bouncing with each step she took.
"Master," Margret said, looking up at her brother. "Will you fuck us while Scarlet fucks Mom?"
"Oh? Does my pet want her master's cock?" Jason asked, glancing down at her.
"Mmmhmm," Margret nodded vehemently.
"Then come," holding out his hand to her, "and let's take a ride, hmm?" His hands ran down his sister's bare back as she hovered over his rod. "Take off your shirt Mom," he said, peering around Margret as she slowly sank onto his pole. "I want to see those tits swaying as Scarlet fucks you," Jason commanded with a devious smile.
"Yes Master," Mara said, her cheeks heating. Pleased that her body still brings her son, her beloved Master, pleasure.
"Scarlet squeeze my mother's breasts," Jason ordered breathing heavily as his sister's folds massaged his cock. "Mary, I think my sister's clit needs some attention," he said, patting Kelly's dancefloor.
"Yes Master!" Mary said eagerly.
"Jason!" Margret moaned as Mary's lips wrapped around her clitoris.
"Yes, does my little sub enjoy that?" Jason asked, as he sent his cock deep into his sister cunt.
"Oh god yes!" Margret said, trembling.
"Not so hard Scarlet!" Mara hissed as her sister squeezed her breasts.
"Be silent you little sub," Scarlet growled playing proxy for Jason as she smacked her sister's ass. "Did your master say you could complain?" Taking hold of the dildo, lining it up with Mara's entrance before sending it deep into her hot mound.
"Fuck! Forgive me Master, but you know how sensitive they have been since Iris was born; and I didn't want to cover your desk in my milk," Mara panted as she felt that rubber cock gliding through her folds.
"Just for that, Scarlet milk my mother and have her lick it clean," Jason ordered.
"Yes Master," Scarlet nodded.
"No, no, don't...!" Mara begged, yet she couldn't and wouldn't stop her sister as her fingers pinched her nipples, milking her as she fucked her on their master's order. Mara couldn't stop herself as she came on that rubber phallus.
"Lick it all clean for your master," Scarlet huffed as she watched her sister's cream coating the dildo.
"Master, is it my turn now?" Mary asked, as Margret came down from her orgasm.
"Mmmhmm," Jason nodded as he patted Margret's ass.
"I love you, Jason," Mary said, lightly kissing him, lining up his cock with her canal.
"Love you too," Jason said, smiling coyly as Mary's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Margret mirrored her actions from before.
"That's a good little sub," Jason cooed as his hand brushed Margret's hair.
"Look at me master," Mara said, tasting her milk as she lapped it off the wooden surface of his desk.
"Does it taste good, mother?"
"Mmmhmm," Mara moaned as she felt another orgasm approaching.
"Then suckle from the source," Jason ordered.
"Baby, is this going to become a weird fetish with you?" Mara asked, in a motherly voice.
"No back talk, do as your master commands!" Scarlet barked spanking her sister's ass again.
"Scarlet, you know how that..." Mara shuddered as she felt it, but unable to stop it.
"You nasty bitch, squirting all over your sister," Scarlet said, fucking Mara harder.
"O...h Ma...ter," Mara muttered from around her breast as she suckled on her nipple. Her breast fell from her lips as she panted on the verge of another orgasm. "Jason, son cum with your mother," she pleaded as saw the look on his face; she knew that look all too well.
Mary quickly got to her knees beside Margret as Jason stood over them. Their hungry gaze burning into his cock as his hand ran along the length of his shaft. His eyes glanced to the screen as his mother and aunt looked on. Watching how his mother's tongue instinctively darted out as his cum shot out from the tip of his cock coating Mary's and Margret's faces.
"So when does your flight land tomorrow?" Mara asked, glancing down as Scarlet poked her cheek with the head on the strap-on.
"Clean it Mara," Scarlet ordered. Giggling when her sister sighed before licking the dildo clean. "So Jason when are you coming home?" she asked, mirroring her sister's question.
"Our flight lands at nine o'clock," Jason said, hearing the faint cries of Iris.
"Okay, let me go and check on Iris, I love you baby. Get some sleep, I'll see you when you land," Mara said, blowing her son a kiss.
"Bye Mom, give Iris a kiss for me."
"Of course baby, she likes her daddy's kisses," Mara said, before ending the call.
"Mmm, I can't wait to be home!" Margret yawned as she stretched as they passed security. "To be in my own bed with you," snuggling up to Jason, "and you can rest your head between my boobs." Knowing that was how he always fell asleep when he was in high school. She always loved the feel of her brother's face between her breasts as they slept together.
"Jason, you don't mind if I go to the beach with my mom, do you?" Mary asked, looking up at him.
"Some boys you want to see?" Jason teased.
"No of course not," Mary said, slapping his chest playfully. "Our family reunion is this weekend."
"Ah, don't miss me too much," Jason said, placing a kiss on her temple.
"I'll call every day," Mary said, hugging him.
"Want me to drop you off at your mother's place on our way home?" Jason asked. He was going to miss the feel of her breasts in the morning.
"If you don't mind," Mary said, slipping her hand into his.
"Of course not," Jason said giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Jason!" Mara and Scarlet shouted, each waving an arm while holding Ash and Iris in their other. Mary and Margret squealed in delight as their little arms crudely waved at them. Their little hands flexing wanting to be held by them. Which Mara and Scarlet had no problem with, throwing their arms around Jason, planting long wet kisses all over his face.
"I've missed you baby," Mara whispered into his left ear.
"Not as much as I have... husband," Scarlet purred into his right ear.
"Come, come, let's get you all home," Mara said, eager to be in her son's arms after so many days apart.
Jason's eyes darted to Margret and Mary as they talked softly to Ash and Iris. He knew how much they too wanted their own kids. They had stated it very plainly to him during their second night in Cincinnati. However, it was already hectic with Ash and Iris just now learning to crawl. Another two kids would put a strain on what limited time he had with school and running around doing events like the one he'd just returned from. Although as his eyes ran down Mary's back, he had other plans to put into motion before he thought of having more kids. That's not to say he was opposed to the idea of Mary and Margret getting pregnant. He just didn't think going on a honeymoon while your wife was pregnant would end well for either of them. He already knew Mary's ring size, and he had been shopping around when he could sneak away from the house without anyone noticing. He knew the ring should be ready to pick up, Jason just hoped Mary liked the five-carat diamond ring he bought for her.

Unbelievable Pt. 01

******
Johnny (his given name John), Masters stood in silent shock as he witnessed something that would forever change his life as he peered through the crack in the double sliding doors that led to their den. There was his mother (Katherine), on her hands and knees as his brothers Bill (eldest), and Ray (second born), spit-roasted her. Ray's girlfriend was beneath his mother, her head pointed at Ray while her ass was pointed at Bill. A moan caught his attention, his green eyes glanced to its source. His father (Brandan), laid on his back, Bill's girlfriend straddled his father's face while his sister (Annie), bounced on his father's cock. He wondered how she didn't put her eye out as her 46DD breasts bounced.
"Yes Daddy, make me cum," Annie moaned.
"I thought Katherine was joking about your skill," Ruth moaned lightly, "so glad to be proven wrong."
"Told you baby you would enjoy this," Bill said, blowing his fiancée a kiss.
"Put that cock back in me," Wanda said, hungrily.
"Enjoying my brother's cock?" Ray asked, peering down at her.
"Oh god yes, you did an excellent job teaching your boys how to fuck Mrs. Masters," Wanda said, before her mouth was stuffed with Ray's cock.
"That is what a mother does," Katherine said, blowing her eldest son a kiss. "We need to hurry before John gets home."
"Don't you think it's time to bring him into this Mom?" Ray asked, before returning his cock back to his mother's cunt.
"No," Katherine said, shaking her head. "You know your brother, he's not ready for this. I doubt he ever will given his state of mind."
"Yeah Ray, you don't want to push Johnny into this, you remember his break down when he was thirteen?" John rolled his eyes at his brother. Bill thought just because he was majoring in psychology that he knew him. Bill knew nothing!
"Yeah, but that's because Mom accidently ran over Buster, and you know how he loved that..."
John heard enough, it was true he did love Buster he was the only friend he could tell everything to without being judged as a freak or being carted off to the ward like his mother had done. He had spent two long years in that horror show as the doctors tried to diagnose him. Since his return home he no longer looked at his parents as he had once done. Sure, they had come to visit him, even when he told them not to, yet they would always silently sit staring at one another, them always trying to get him to open up. That wasn't going to happen - Ever! - he learned that lesson the hard way. Silently walking up the stairs, blocking out the noise as he reached the second floor. Entering his small room, being the youngest child he didn't get a choice of what room was going to be his. Tossing his bag onto his single bed that was nestled tightly into the wall in the corner to save on space; what little there was with his dresser, and his desk taking up most of it in that six by nine room. Shutting his door to permanently shut out the noise.
Pulling out his wallet lining it up perfectly with the edge of the dresser's top. Lining up his spare change from smallest to largest along the left side of the dresser. He never spent it; it was his routine. If it didn't count up to fifty-six cents... it would be a bad day. That was how much money he had when his dear friend died. Tapping the frame of Buster's photo three times, his eyebrow twitched when the other frame was a skewed from its position. Grumbling that his mother couldn't leave his room be as he straightened out the photo. He could clean his own room well enough. He didn't need her coming in and ruining everything. Telling his old friend how his day was as his thumb ran down the frame. Telling Buster that the drugs they had him on didn't make him feel like himself, it felt like he was always in a zombie-like state. Then again, he didn't want to be put back in that ward. So, he took the Prozac, the Seroquel, and the Concerta they had him on all to keep from returning to that place.
Releasing a huff of annoyance as he noted his precisely neat stack of comics on the corner of his desk had been rifled through. Cursing his mother, he wondered if she did this on purpose? Breathing out a sigh once the stack was once again in alphabetical order and neatly aligned.
"Fuck!" Johnny shouted so ending the guise of his silent presence in the house as he saw the yellow sticky note on his computer screen. Ripping the note off, crumbling it once he read his mother's foolish note. Narrowing his eyes at the residue that it left on the glass. Throwing open his door, ignoring their frantic voices and the panicky noises from the floor below as he stomped down the stairs. Mumbling to himself as he marched into the kitchen. Bending down in front of the sink, taking out his favorite brand of glass cleaner, which he had to buy himself since his mother always got the wrong one. There had to be no streaks on the glass and any other brand would never measure up.
"John when did..." Katherine began to speak as her hands falling from the belt of her robe. A chill ran up her spine at the look in her son's eye as he rose with the bottle in his hand. "I'm sorry John..."
"Save it," Johnny said coldly, as he ripped two paper towels off of the roll.
"Son, I am..."
"Don't care, go back to fucking each other," Johnny said, indifferently, as he moved passed his mother. The smack across his face caught him off guard splitting his lip in the process.
"You do not speak to me like that!" Katherine yelled. "Shit," she hissed to herself as his hemophobia set in as Johnny saw the blood on his fingertips. "John, relax..."
"Don't touch me!" Johnny growled pressing the paper towel to his lip as he ran to his room.
"John!" Brandan called out as his son ran up the stairs.
"It's going to be a bad night," Katherine said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"Want me to go talk to him?" Brandan asked, he didn't want his youngest son to ruin this night.
"I'll do it," Bill said, putting on an air of arrogance.
"What's going on?" Wanda asked.
"Right you haven't met him yet, that was crazy..." Ruth quickly shut her mouth as their eyes quickly shot to her.
"You might have a nice pussy and all, but don't ever call my son that!" Brandan snapped.
"Whatever," Ruth said, rolling her eyes.
"Don't!" Bill hissed. "You might not understand him, you have no right to judge him," he whispered as he stood before her.
"Sorry Bill," Ruth said, apologetically.
"Just try to be more aware of what you say. Johnny didn't ask to be like this, alright?" Bill said, placing a kiss on her forehead when she nodded.
"Since John knows, let's finish what we started, it'll give him time to calm down," Katherine said undoing her belt.
Half an hour later...
"It's just blood, it's just blood. It's not going to hurt you," Johnny muttered as he rocked himself in the corner of his room. "See?! It's stopped. No need to worry," he said reassuring himself. He knew he had to learn to do this himself. Soon he'd be on his own. Smacking his cheeks, slowing his heart, centering himself before getting to his feet. Walking over to his chair, grabbing his bag, unzipping it, pulling out his notebook setting it aside so he could type out his report.
"John," Katherine said softly, after she had bathed in her son's and husband's hot shower of semen along with Annie, Wanda, and Ruth.
"Go away!"
"Baby, I'm sorry, I should have remembered about the note. I know how you like your room; I'm going to come in," Katherine said, pushing the door open. She heard his aspirated sigh as she inched the door open. Over the past three years she had seen how distant her son had become with them. She tried to be a good mother but taking care of John was a strain on their family. Not that she didn't love her son. She didn't blame him, how could she? It wasn't his fault that he was like this. However, she did hope his medicine would have brought the boy she knew back to them. Yet she had seen how he closed himself off to them when they put him in the hospital. "John?"
"What is it?" Johnny asked, not bothering to look up at his mother. His eyes moving over the paper as his fingers worked over the keys.
"We're going out for dinner..." John's head instantly dropped he didn't want to go anywhere. He had work to do. He needed to get this report done so he could keep up his grade point average. "To the Olive Garden to celebrate Bill and Ruth's engagement."
"So? What does that have to do with me?" Johnny asked, he didn't like Ruth. He knew what she thought of him. He had heard her plainly tell one of her many friends what she thought of him when she was over last.
"Because John, Bill is your brother, you should be happy for him," Katherine said, in a motherly voice as she stepped into the room.
"And you want me to eat with someone that thinks so poorly of me?" Johnny asked, finally looking at his mother. "No thanks, I'll pass. Plus, I have to get this report done, and I can't do that there."
"The report can wait John. So, get ready, and I don't want to hear one word out of you," Katherine said sternly. His doctor told them they needed to be forceful with John to get him out of the box he had placed himself in. "What's this?" she asked, noticing the leaflet for Duke university. "John?"
"What does it look like?"
"You can't be thinking of going to a school on the other side of the country," Katherine said, her blue eyes falling on her son.
"Why not?" Johnny asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Baby, you'll be..."
"Alone, I know, and that's the point," Johnny said, crossing his arms.
"John have you really thought about this? If you go and have one of your... break downs, who's going to be there to calm you down? How will you afford your medicine? College is expensive, and very, very different than what high school is like," Katherine said, walking over to his bed. Making her son turn to look at her. "People there might not be as understanding of your..."
"Say it mother," Johnny said coldly.
"Your condition," Katherine whispered.
"Ashamed of your insane son? Want to keep me hidden?"
"What?! No, I never have... have never been ashamed of you baby. How can you think that?" Katherine asked, trying not to be hurt by his words, however, that was easier said than done.
"Uh-huh," Johnny said, not believing a word. If she wasn't then why did they leave him in that place for two long years. Then there was her unyielding hold on not telling him where his friend was buried. Always telling him it was for his benefit that he didn't know so he wouldn't have the same break down that led him to that place.
"Then it's settled you aren't going to Duke," Katherine said, tearing up the leaflet as if to say the matter was settled and there wasn't going to be any more talk on the matter. "If you want to go to college then you can go to the one your brothers and sister go to, or a trade school. But you aren't moving across the country," she said sternly, putting her foot down.
"I don't think you'll..."
"You forget baby, I'm your mother; and I trump everything," Katherine said, with a prideful look. "So, I expect you to be ready in ten minutes," clapping her hands, "or I'll come in here and dress you myself."
"Yeah, that's what I want - for you to see me naked," Johnny muttered underneath his breath.
Katherine pretended that she didn't hear him as she walked out of the room. "Do keep this door open," she said, turning back to her son. Keeping her smile hidden as her son gazed wide eyed at her bare tits. "Remember you have ten minutes, or I'll dress you like I used to do when you were a baby."
******
"So, you're the brother I haven't met yet," Wanda said, leaning against Johnny's doorframe. "Hi I'm..."
"I know who you are," Johnny said indifferently.
"Wanda, what are you doing?" Ray asked nervously, knowing how his brother didn't like unwanted guests.
"Introducing myself to your brother," Wanda said, looking to her right, "he doesn't seem very..."
"He isn't," Ruth said, joining the conversation, "he's a rude little..."
"Ruth!" Bill said sternly.
"What? He is," Ruth said, in an aspirated sigh. "Why does he have to come?"
"Hey, go," Johnny said, shooing off the woman, "no one's keeping you here."
"John you aren't helping," Bill said sternly.
"What's going on here?" Brandan asked, walking down the hall.
"It's our night Bill, I don't want him ruining it," Ruth said, drawing the line in the sand.
"I didn't want to go in the first place. Why would I want to have dinner with someone that downplays ones insanity," Johnny said, looking hatefully at her.
"You didn't," Bill sighed shaking his head at Ruth.
"How was I to know the little frea..."
"Enough!" Brandan barked stomping down the hall. "Bill take your... on to the restaurant, Ray take your girlfriend and wait in the car."
"Come on Wanda," Ray said, taking his girlfriend by the hand.
"John, could we have one night..."
"Sure, you can, I got things to do," Johnny said, sinking down into his desk chair.
"Fine, if you don't want to celebrate this with your..."
"I don't," Johnny said coldly.
"Annie! Katherine! We're leaving! I hope you understand I'm not bringing you anything..."
"Don't care," Johnny said, turning back to his computer. "I learned to survive on my own for two years. One night without you all under foot won't kill me," he said, powering his computer back on.
"Just for that your grounded, I want the kitchen spotless before we get back."
"So, you can fuck Annie all over it?" Johnny retorted his eyes cutting to his father.
"That's two weeks, want to make it three?"
"You're tongue work, could use some work," Johnny said, going for broke.
"Keep talking and you'll spend all summer in this room," Brandan said sternly, trying to keep his temper in check.
"Oh no, whatever am I to do. To spend all summer in a cell," Johnny said, feigning shock.
"I don't know what's going on with you today, but whatever it is it better be gone by the time we get home. I still want that kitchen cleaned. Come on," Brandan said storming off.
"The kitchen is clean just stay in your room unless you need dinner," Katherine said, shutting his door.
The moment his family was gone, Johnny stripped out of his clothes. Neatly folded them on his bed, his sock covered foot tapped the floor as his fingers turned the volume up as The Phantoms "Watch Me" came on. His arms were outstretched to keep his balance as he slid over the floor. Practicing the dance moves the highly delusional girl he befriended (although she always referred to him as big bird - Why? - he didn't understand.) Busting out into funk as James Brown came on. Nearly losing his balance as his feet worked to slow his slide as his mother stood in the door. Her arms crossed along her chest, her hip cocked out, her foot tapping the floor. The anger filled look burned in her eyes as she stared him down. A smirk graced his lips causing his mother to arch an eyebrow as he resumed his dance to James Brown's 'Super Bad'. He didn't care he was already in trouble they couldn't do anything more to him. So, he danced like his mother wasn't there staring him down. The blast of the horn caught them both by surprise. His ass pressed against the edge of the dining room table as his mother stood less than a foot away from him.
"We'll discuss this later," Katherine said, her eyes ran down her son's bare chest. Silently noting the bulge in his underwear, wondering what it looked like when it was hard. "However, first, if you're going to dance to funk," she said, turning around bending slightly over so her jeans would become taut along her ass. Her hand running up the back on her right leg, giving her right cheek a little spank. "You got to put a little soul into it," Katherine said, quick as a snake taking her son by surprise. She kept her shock from her face at the fact her son had to be four inches soft as it brushed against her leg. "Relax baby," she purred slipping her other hand into his underwear so Johnny couldn't escape. "I thought so." The fires of her lust burned in her eyes as the palm of her hand ran up and down his nine-and-a-half-inch cock when it reached full mast. Yanking down his underwear and moving to the side as she jacked him off. "This is your punishment for not staying in your room like I told you to," Katherine purred as her hand moved along his shaft rapidly as she held her son tightly to her so Johnny couldn't run away. Watching his cum shooting out in an arc before striking the floor. Running her finger along the tip of his cock gathering up the remainder of his cum. "Now clean that up and get back to your room. You don't want to know what I'll do if I catch you out of it again," she said, taking the coupons from the wooden pocket they always put coupons in. Sucking her finger clean as she walked towards the door.
******
The next day after school and to avoid returning home. Johnny snuck away from school during his free period. If he got in trouble he didn't care. All he would have been doing was stuck in a room with people he didn't care to know.
The doorbell jingled overhead as Johnny entered his favorite comic shop. Comics where his escape when his parents had placed him in that ward. He was a fan up to the point where Marvel gave Wolverine back his adamantium, where Spawn killed Malebolgia, and before DC went to that 52 disaster. Ever since then comics have steadily gone downhill in his opinion. Glancing over at the college age girl that worked behind the counter when old man Peter was off. He liked the old man better, at least with him he could actually talk to him about the Golden Age Flash, or the Silver Age Superman. Not this PC crap that has been making its way into the worlds which takes him away from his troubled mind. Grimacing when Johnny saw the woman pulling out her phone. Another reason he didn't like her. She was also friends with his sister, and in turn his mother would know he was here.
"No one likes a snitch you know," Johnny muttered under his breath.
"Then don't skip school," the woman said, incensed, that he would dare call her a snitch.
"Please," Johnny rolled his eyes, "like you and my sister didn't constantly do it," he shot back. Smirking in triumph as she couldn't say a word, glaring at him as he walked towards his favorite corner.
"Where is he?" John sighed heavily and loudly at the sound of his sister's voice as he sat on the floor with his back against the wall.
"Why do they constantly have to butt into my enjoyment? Why can't they just leave me alone? What's wrong with being alone?" Johnny asked himself as he turned the page of the Spiderman comic he was reading.
"Thanks Julie," Annie said, after sharing a quiet whisper with her. "Johnny..."
"Why are you here?" Johnny asked, not bothering to look up from his comic.
"Mom sent me to take you to your appointment," Annie said, crossing her arms underneath her heavy hanging breasts. "You shouldn't have cut school John..."
"That's rich coming from the person who made it a personal mission to do just that very thing," Johnny retorted.
"You're grades..."
"Haven't dropped since mother and father carted me off," Johnny said coldly. "And my appointment isn't until Thursday," he said, smiling as Spiderman laid the beat down on Doc Oc.
"Mom thought after last night they needed to increase your sessions. Now come on or you'll be late," Annie said, staring down at her brother. She couldn't understand why John hated them so much. How were they to know the hospital their parents had put him in would be shut down due to the neglect and cruel treatment by the staff there. They didn't learn of the full extent of the poor care until the trial and lawsuits where spread all over the news.

Place: Klausdorf (a small village near Zurich, Switzerland)

Martin, 16y

From afar, I saw the facade of the building all too familiar to me, where I had spent so much time and was happy to be there again at last. For 5 weeks I had not been there now, and unlike many others, I really missed it. Although... it didn't look very inviting: an ugly yellow plaster that was slowly crumbling away and wasn't exactly in top condition either... but still: I was always glad when the vacations were finally over. I usually just spent them watching TV or reading to kill time until school started, or maybe going for a long walk at night... It was always so nice and quiet and you didn't meet anyone. Anyway, that was the case since Simon, my best friend, had moved away. As a result, I didn't have any friends with whom I could do anything. And what was there to do in this backwater anyway? About 170 inhabitants, an inn and a small village shop (which, by the way, belongs to my dad), that's all there was anyway.
Well, I don't have to worry about that anymore, because the holidays are finally over and at least I have something to do. You probably already guessed it: at school I was quite a nerd, which didn't exactly make me popular... at least they mostly left me alone, unlike before. Still, it wasn't nice to be alone because of that, but I just didn't want to stay stuck in this backwater forever and take over the village store, as my father wished.
By the way, I live alone with my father at the moment. My mother is in America for a year, but she should be back in about a month. I'm glad she'll be back soon because she's the exact opposite of my father. He wouldn't let himself be lured out of his village for the world. “He just leaves me here to do the work and travels around the world. One of these days she'll realize how much nicer and quieter it is here,” he said when she left. He was right about the calm, but what is supposed to be nice about calm? Every now and then it's nice, but I would much prefer a life in the big city where something is going on every night. I'm going to die of boredom here!
Just as I arrived at school, the bell rang and I had to hurry to get to class. And once again, I was the only one sitting at the front. Mr. Roth, our class teacher, sent the laziest, and that meant the back row, to the front as a punishment at the beginning of the lesson.
Just as he was about to start the lesson, there was a knock at the door and, without waiting for an answer, the head teacher of our school burst in. “Excuse me,” he said, looking first at us and then at Roth. “Mr. Roth, we have a new student. I'm sorry that I'm only telling you this now, but I only just returned from vacation today.” And then he turned back to us: ‘Well children...’ he began and took a step aside and let a blond, rather small boy in. ”This is Ron, his family just moved here and he will be going to your class from now on... Well, I've still got work to do.” and luckily he had disappeared again with a brief nod to Roth, I had never liked him, especially since I had a lesson with him once. His son was in the same class back then... I think you can imagine who was always the best in the class even though he never really participated and was never to blame when something happened...
“What's your name again?” Mr. Roth asked the boy. ‘Ron.’ ‘And where do you come from?’ ”A week ago, I still lived in Zurich with my parents.” “Aha, please sit down on the free seat next to Martin.” Did that have to be? Did Roth absolutely have to point to the empty seat next to me? I had always been glad that I had the seat to myself, then I could spread my stuff across the whole surface of the desk. But what could I do about it? Exactly! Nothing!

Ron
It was exactly as I had imagined it: a quiet, remote village where everything always stays the same and isn't constantly changing like in Zurich. And exactly as I had imagined it: I liked it just as little as I liked the stupid village idiots who grinned at me from all sides. At least one of them wasn't grinning, but he didn't even look at me. Only when he was hit from behind with a paper airplane did he raise his head and I could see his face. “Cute...” crossed my mind at the first glance... Then I saw the teacher approaching me out of the corner of my eye and quickly composed myself, you never knew what they could read from your eyes.
“I have selected the textbooks you will need today. The math book is an older edition, but I think it will suffice for today.“ ‘Thank you, Mr... Roth.’ I replied a bit absentmindedly. My thoughts were elsewhere. ‘You’re hardly here before you're hanging around with the boys again.” I said quietly to myself. “What did you say?” asked the boy next to me. “Er... Nothing, nothing at all. By the way, hi, I'm Ron.” I hoped he wouldn't notice how red I had become. ‘Martin.’ He replied a bit grumpily. He didn't seem to be in the best of moods...
“If you're done chatting, can we get started?” the teacher asked annoyed and everyone suddenly fell silent, which he took as yes. Apparently it was better not to mess with him, as it seemed. ”All right, we'll start a new topic today: percentage calculations.”
Luckily, I didn't have to pay much attention during the lesson; I had already covered the topic at the old school. I watched the class curiously and, unfortunately, my first impression was confirmed. Sorry if I offend anyone, but they were real village idiots. Only Martin seemed to make a different impression on me...
But now I want to introduce myself: I'm Ron, 17 years old and as you've probably already noticed: I'm gay! I haven't really come out yet (except to my parents), and I'm not planning to until I have a boyfriend, but how am I supposed to find someone in such a small town when I couldn't find anyone in Zurich? Probably not at all.
As soon as possible I will leave here again, my father might like it here, but I don't. And my mother didn't seem too happy about me moving away from Zurich either.
At that moment the bell rang and everyone ran out. I also wanted to leave, but at the door I saw that Martin was staying behind. “Aren't you going on a break?” I asked. “No,” I got as an answer, and from the undertone, his mood hadn't improved. “Have I done something to offend you? You could be a little more friendly,” I tried it in a direct way. He remained silent and I really didn't feel like it anymore and wanted to leave. “Sorry, you're right,” he held me back. It sounded pretty hard for him.
“Finally you're talking to me and I've already given up. You were the only one here who doesn't seem to be one of those village idiots.” He looked at me, scrutinizing. ‘Has it struck your tongue?’ I grinned at him. He still didn't say anything, so I had to come up with something to talk about. “You don't seem to be very popular around here, do you?” “No, I don't really have any friends here,” he replied curtly. “That's good, because I don't either. Will you come to my place today?” I said, smiling and holding out my hand.

Martin
“Okay, why not?“ I replied after a while and squeezed his hand.
“So? What's it like in Zurich? Certainly not as sleepy as here, is it?” I asked when we were outside. “No, definitely not.” And it certainly wasn't. “You really do waste away here... Anyway, as soon as school's over, I'm going to get out of here.” He suddenly stopped. “Is something wrong?” Had I done something wrong? “Just a thought,” he said, and since he didn't want to tell me, we just walked on until he stopped again after a while. “Hey Martin, would you maybe like to come with me to Zurich for the weekend? My mom and dad still have a few things to do there, and I'll go too. We'll stay until Monday.” - “Well... I don't know... My dad would say no anyway.” I replied uncertainly, the whole thing was a bit sudden... but somehow it was tempting. Maybe then I would see Simon again, who used to be my best friend but moved to Zurich. ‘Oh come on... Monday and Tuesday are school holidays, aren't they? Isn't that when the teachers are on a training course?’ ”Yes, they are. Still: maybe next time, my dad will probably say no anyway.” Not just probably, but definitely... I added mentally. “It's a shame... we're going again next week, so you can come with us then.” He seemed strangely disappointed. “Maybe...” I answered, muttering to myself. “Are you coming back to my place a little?” That sounded better. “Okay, but I have to be there by 9:00.” “That's fine, what do we have in the next hour, anyway? German, right?” I think we'll skip the rest of the lesson now; I doubt you're interested in how Mr. Roth ranted about the new spelling rules.
So, we'll resume history with the last ringing of the bell. I quickly packed up my stuff and went outside with Ron. One of our classmates shouted, “Have fun, nerds!” behind us, and Ron had already made himself unpopular... I never would have thought that someone would break my speed record in it.
“Where do you live?” I asked him after a while. ‘We moved into the village square, just above the village shop.’ Ron replied. ‘That's a coincidence! My dad owns the shop and we live there too. So you moved in right above our apartment, we live on the first floor.’ - ‘Well then you can come over anytime.’ - ”I will do that.” Ron was the first boy since Simon who seemed really nice to me, quite unlike the others here in the village.
“Oh, it's you.” I heard a voice as we arrived at the staircase; the voice seemed to come from the second floor. ‘Well, come on in, we haven't seen each other in forever.’ ‘Dad! Wait for us!’ Ron called up to the second floor. When we arrived at the top, Ron's father greeted us. “Hello Ron, how was the first day of school?” “Boring.” Ron replied curtly. “Well, I can understand that, it's just different here...” his father grinned at him. “Who did you bring with you? Have you already made friends with someone?” - “I have. Dad, this is Martin. Martin, this is my Dad, but you can also call him Tom.” He turned back to his Dad and was about to say something, but was immediately interrupted by a voice that was all too familiar to me. ‘Martin? Is that you?’ and with that, my Dad came out from behind the door frame. Tom and my Dad seemed to be old friends, which could only turn out well for me. ”Hi Dad, you must be...” “Well, what a coincidence! That my son and yours are becoming friends...” Tom interrupted me. ”It's a strange coincidence, because you both should know that we were best friends when we were your age. Well, at least until I had to move to Zurich, I'm really happy to be back here at last... Come in.” Thereupon my dad and Tom went in. ‘Come on, I'll show you my room,’ said Ron, pulling me into the apartment as well.

Ron
I pulled Martin's arm and led him to my room. ‘So this is my new realm.’ After a while Martin said, almost a little disappointed: ‘I would have expected it to be different.’ ”Hmm... probably all a bit more modern, right? Sorry, it was already furnished like the rest of the apartment. Mom and Dad will leave everything as it is, but not my room. At the weekend, we'll get my furniture from the old apartment and then the rest will be on the bulky waste list.” - ”Aha, I'm curious to see what it will look like. I'll quickly go and ask my dad if I can come with you at the weekend after all. Since he knows your dad, he'll allow it,”

Martin.
And I was right, he agreed. He was probably quite happy to get rid of me for a weekend, at least that's how it seemed. But I didn't care why he let me go, I didn't really like my dad much anyway. My mom had already messed up with him for the second time... Man... I'd be glad when she was back.
“He allowed me to. I should just come back on Monday evening at the latest,” I said when I came back to Ron's room. ‘Great! I can show you around the city a bit if you want and our apartment there is really great! I don't understand why my dad wanted to leave, and I think my mom feels the same way.’ ”Of course I'd like to see the city, and if I'm ever going to get out of this backwater, I can't miss out on something like this.”

Ron
I liked Martin more and more every minute, and slowly I started to feel a tingling sensation. I think I've got a little crush on him... Forget it! I thought at the same moment. There's a maximum 1:10 chance that he's gay too, and even if he was, how would I know that he felt the same way? But I couldn't do anything about it... Feelings were never really controllable. “What's up? What are you thinking?” Martin pulled me out of my thoughts. “Nothing.” I said evasively, which luckily satisfied Martin. “Hey, you've got a PC, do you have games on it too?” “Do you want to try?” “Sure.” I turned on the PC and soon we were both absorbed in the game.
A short time later, or so it seemed to me, my dad and Martin's dad came into my room. “Well, two hours on that thing is enough now. And Martin should go home anyway.” “Okay, just let him finish the level quickly,” I replied.
A short time later, this time it really was the case, Martin and his dad left and I went straight to bed. The whole time until I fell asleep, only one thought was buzzing around in my head...

Martin,
man, that was great! I finally seemed to have found a friend here again, and he wasn't one of those other blockheads from school. I wished it was Friday after school already, then I would finally get out of here. A weekend in Zurich was something very special for me, I don't think anyone who hasn't lived in some backwater for 17 years can imagine that. “Finally you've found a friend, then you won't be hanging around here at home and getting on my nerves as often. So, now march off to bed.” My father said, but he didn't have to tell me that anymore, because I was dog-tired. I undressed and lay down naked in bed. Since my sister no longer lived here, she hadn't done so for 5 years, I always slept like that. Even if that occasionally led to quite a few embarrassments...
-
Saturday morning:
“Hey! Wake up, lazybones!” my Dad was standing at the bed and pulled the blanket away from me. ‘Let me!’ I grumbled and grabbed the blanket again. ‘All right...’ he said, turned and headed for the door. ‘But Tom and Ron will be disappointed if you don't come.’ he added before he left the door open... As a result, I saw Ron and Tom standing in front of the door. Ron looked at me with a slight grin on his face (I was naked, after all...), Tom didn't even look into the room...
Shit, I thought and immediately retreated to the closet where Ron couldn't see me anymore. I had also completely forgotten that it was already Friday. I quickly looked at the alarm clock... Shit! I thought, it was already a quarter to twelve, and I had arranged to meet them at half past eleven...
I quickly jumped out of bed, rushed to the bathroom and got into the shower. A moment later, however, I was out again with a jump and a yell. “Sorry...” my father, who was standing outside the door, called to me with an ironic undertone: “Forgot to tell you that the hot water is used up, I'm sorry.”
Well, I just took an ice-cold shower, so at least I woke up. “He should be done in a minute. So you're staying until Monday?” I heard as I got out of the shower and dried myself, shivering from the cold. “Yes, we still have to show the apartment to two prospective tenants on Monday.” I heard Tom's voice while I was getting dressed, and shortly afterwards I was ready. “We're ready to go, bye Dad,” I said to him as I passed, and I was out the door already. He closed the door without saying anything.
Tom went ahead to drive the car up, “Your dad doesn't seem to like you very much, does he?” Tom asked. “Yes, but it's mutual. You see... he wanted – actually he still wants – me to take over the shop, but I just don't want to, I want to get out of this backwater when I'm old enough.” “I understand that, and it's the same with your dad. But he's a really nice guy if you let him.” Our driver was already pulling up... Tom had hired him because he couldn't drive himself at the moment because his arm was recovering from a sprain and was still in a splint. But how could they afford something like a chauffeur and at the same time live in such a shitty... normal middle-class apartment?
“Ron, what's up?” I asked him... he was still standing outside while I had already gotten in. ‘Jump in, Ron, your mom's probably done work and is waiting.’ Tom interrupted him as he was about to answer and so he got in silently.

Ron
In the meantime, I was showing Martin Zurich. The slogan “A Little Big City”, used to promote tourism, was really a good fit for Zurich. Compared to other cities outside of Switzerland, Zurich was not that big, but you could still find everything you would expect in a much larger city. And for gay people, there was plenty going on.
Speaking of which, Martin still didn't know, I think you know what I mean. I would have liked to have told him right away, but I thought it was better to wait. But somehow it was a stupid feeling to have such a secret from him, because in the short time I knew him, he had become my best friend I had, who would have forgotten me soon anyway here in Zurich (they weren't really friends either... when I was feeling down, they were gone)
Well, but now back to our city tour, I had just shown him the Grosmünster (or was it the Kleinmünster?) and now we were sitting together in, no, in front of the “Grand Café” directly on the Limmat where a ship (actually more of a larger boat) of the Limmat Shipping Company was passing through. A group of Japanese waved at us and suddenly one of them fell into the water. With the hectic Japanese that we then heard, Martin and I couldn't help but laugh, and many others felt the same way.
You could already see a crowd of onlookers forming, the tourist kept trying to get on board and even pulled someone else into the water in one attempt. “Come on, let's go, there are nicer things than this crowd,” I say to Martin, he nods and after we had paid we went towards Bellevue and thus also towards the lake. Suddenly I heard a voice that sounded familiar, “Hey Ron! Wait a minute!” OOOH NO! Does it really have to be like this? I thought and turned around. Unfortunately it was exactly as I had suspected, one of my best (fake) friends from Zurich was standing in front of the ‘Cranberry’ and now walking towards me.
“I thought you moved away the week before last? ... Must have been homesick? And who is that there next to you? Your new one?“ ‘Can't you pay attention?!’ I would have liked to have shouted in his face, but I tried to save what could still be saved.
“Yes, he's a new friend of mine.” I emphasized that, maybe the blockhead would then realize... “I'm really happy for you that you've finally found one.” Oh man... didn't he realize anything? “Sorry, we don't have time, but give me a call, you have my number,” I quickly said to get rid of him and wanted to quickly move on. ‘Why don't you come to Cranberry with him, I'll buy you a drink.’ he called after us. ‘No, I don't have time now,’ I shouted back and ran away, glad to get rid of him. ”Okay, I'll call you tomorrow,” I heard him call from afar and when I looked back I luckily didn't see him anymore.
Explanation: The Cranberry is a gay bar and now you probably understand why I had to get rid of him.
Fortunately, after walking for a while, the tension had gone. After a while of silence, Ron suddenly said: “So you're embarrassed to be seen with me by your old friends? Well then go to them, I'll find my way to your apartment alone!” whereupon he also ran off and I was a bit taken aback for the time being. Fortunately, I soon recovered. Unfortunately too late: Martin is no longer to be seen. ‘Shit!’ He would certainly not find his way, a country boy can't find his way around in a big city.
But where should I look for him? He was down the lake, so he must still be by the lake. Soon after, I found him sitting on the lakeshore and sat down next to him. “Hey Martin...” “Get lost!” he interrupted me brusquely. “You don't like me at all, you're even ashamed of me.” - “No, I don't, Martin.” “Then what is the reason?” With this sentence he finally looked at me and even had tears in his face. It hurt me, but I just couldn't tell him, I was afraid that he wouldn't like me anymore. ”Martin, I can't tell you, as much as I would like to.” - “Oh, so you just can't think of the right excuse.” I didn't know what to say anymore, I wrestled with myself inside to tell him after all, I wanted to do it, but I was afraid that... “Oh, forget it!” he said, stood up and wanted to walk away. I grabbed him by the arm. “Wait!” I took all my courage together and...

Martin
WHAT!? What had he just said? That Cranberry was a gay bar? That means yes he... it occurred to me and I looked into his eyes in horror. I saw that he was really serious, but I couldn't quite believe it and asked again for the second time, although the answer was already clear. “Yes, believe it already.” - “No, that's not true! You can't... not...» I faltered. «be gay? Yes, I am.» He finished my sentence. This couldn't be true... I turned around, I just couldn't look Ron in the face anymore.
«Martin...» he said and put his hand on my shoulder. I pulled away «Leave me alone.» I shouted at him and ran away. I just couldn't think straight anymore and just ran, further and further down the lake... past women with strollers, a picnic meadow and grandpas feeding swans, I was met with astonished looks from all around. I kept running, and by now I was even on the other side of the lake. But suddenly I was rudely stopped when I ran into a man. “Hey! Watch where you're going!” he said angrily.
-
Just as I was about to get up again, someone grabbed me and helped me up. ‘Hi Martin, what are you doing here in Zurich?’ I looked at the person in puzzlement. He was about 35 and tall. I couldn't see much more because he had his back to the sun. “Do you know him?” asked the person I had run into and who was now standing next to us. ‘Yes, he's Julia's son.’ The other man thought for a moment. ‘Of Julia?’ Meanwhile, I saw who he was... ”Yes, Julia. She was there when we met, so maybe you know her now?”
That was Daniel, who had been the best friend of Julia, my mother, for a long time. At that time he still lived with us in the village. “Oh yes, now I know who you mean. And so that's... er Martin, am I right?” the man turned to me. “Sorry that I ran into you.” I apologized. “It's all right... and call me Marco.” he replied. “What are you doing here? Is your mom here too?” Daniel asked. ‘No, my mom's not here, I'm here with the parents of a friend.’ I must have pronounced ‘friend’ rather contemptuously, because Daniel immediately asked if we had had a fight.
“Hey you two, I'm going out, I still have to go get something. I'll see you later,” Marco said and disappeared pretty quickly. ‘Come on, let's sit on that bench over there and you can tell me everything,’ Daniel said.
-
After I had told him everything, Daniel looked at me with a look I couldn't interpret. “Martin, I know that you've probably heard something different everywhere. But since when do you believe in what they're saying up there in your village? They're people too, I'm sure your mother would have thought the same way.” ‘Do you really believe that?’ I wasn't so convinced. ‘Yes.’ There was a short pause, and then he said, ‘Martin... Marco is my boyfriend.’ ‘What do you mean?’ I asked incredulously. “You mean you're...?” I said after a short pause. ‘Yes, we're gay.’ ‘Did... did my mom know that?’ - ‘Yes, she did, she even introduced me to Marco.’ - ‘And that's really true?’ Like a naive child, I asked the same question again. ”Yes, that's just the way it is. Does that make me a different person to you?” No... he was still Daniel, but I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, the whole thing was a little hard to digest. But if my mother didn't mind... “No... no.” I replied, swallowing. “You see? And it's just as unlikely...” “Is that him over there?” I turned and looked in the direction he was pointing.

Ron
I continued walking along the lake but I couldn't find Martin anywhere. There would be a big fuss at home if they knew I had lost him... but even worse was that the only new friend I had found might never talk to me again. And if that would come out up there in the village... I didn't even want to think about it.
“Ron! Over here.” someone said, bringing me back from my thoughts. I had completely overlooked him while I was lost in my thoughts... He was sitting on the meadow by the lake. ‘Man, I'm glad I found you again.’ – ‘Ron, I didn't mean to...’ – ”It's okay.” Only now did I notice the man standing next to Ron. “Who are you?” “This is Daniel, he's a good friend of my mother's...” Martin explained. “And he ran over my friend.” Daniel continued. “Friend? In what way?” Somehow I sensed it... from the way he said it... “In the same way you would have one.” Daniel replied. “Okay, so have you calmed down Martin? You really don't have to be afraid of me, I won't attack you.” ‘You won't? I will.’ Martin grinned, pounced on me and tickled me. I was paralyzed, I was completely surprised by how quickly Martin's mood had changed... ‘What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?’ Martin looked at me questioningly as I pushed him away. “No, I'm just a little surprised at how quickly you...” I turned to Daniel, still lying on the ground, ‘What did you tell him?’ ‘I just had to tell him about his mother, he always pricks up his ears when he hears that. You know, he admires his mother very much, and if she approves of something, he'll do it anyway.’ Martin blushed, but he nodded. He must be very impressed by his mother if she can make him change his mind so quickly. “Where is your mother? I'd like to meet her,” I asked him, since I only knew his father. “Unfortunately, you won't be able to meet her for another three weeks, because that's when she'll finally be back from America.” – “How long has she been gone?” Daniel asked in between. “A year... Um, Daniel... I have a favor to ask you.“ Martin seemed to have just had a thought. ‘What is it?’ ‘Could you pick up my mom at the airport on Friday at noon three weeks from now? My dad ’can't'.” - “Of course! I wouldn't miss this chance, I haven't seen her in so long and I'll pick you up quickly beforehand.” - “But at my place, okay Martin?” I interrupted. “So I can come to your place in Zurich again?” – ‘Yes, we won't be vacating the apartment for at least a month.’ – ‘That's great.’ Martin was as happy as a child, which I found kind of cute. ‘Thanks, Daniel, thanks, Ron.’ He bowed to us for fun. ‘You're welcome.’ – ‘You're not normal after all, you're way too nice for that.’ Martin grinned at us. “Those who think that people like you don't belong are just stupid.” I could have told him that until recently he was one of them, but I didn't.
Well, now he knew. And after initial difficulties, he had taken it well. Unfortunately, he was straight. I always seemed to fall in love with the wrong guys, always with straights.
But there were worse things, so we leave the subject now. A good friend is ultimately worth something, and I believe that Martin was definitely that.

Martin
It's funny, right after I found out from Ron that he was gay, I just hated him. Why exactly I can't explain to myself either... or rather why I listened to the crap that I was constantly being fed in the village.
“Hey you two, do you want to come now?” I heard Daniel say. What did he mean? ‘What?’ asked Ron, who apparently hadn't been there either. ‘Sorry, I wasn't listening to you. What did you ask?’ – ‘Well, if you want to come quickly, our apartment isn't far away,’ he invited us. ‘Okay with me,’ I replied, and Ron didn't mind either.
We walked about 100 meters and then went into a not exactly new-looking house. But when we arrived at the apartment, we were very surprised. “Me and Marco renovated it before we moved in here, before that it looked pretty shabby.” “Hi, Danny darling,” Marco said as he met us and gave Daniel a passionate kiss. Contrary to my expectations, it didn't look ‘gross’ (Swiss German for ‘disgusting’) at all, just a little strange.
“Hey you two, are you thirsty? We only have coke, iced tea or mineral water.” Daniel asked, but before we could say anything, Marco started talking and we didn't get a chance to say anything for a long time. I think he could talk for hours on end.
-
“So you're Martin and you... hmm... I don't think I know you yet.” He pointed at Ron and seemed to finally calm down. “That's clear, he only joined us after you left, his name is Ron and he's a friend of Martin.” And - I must have been mistaken - Marco was already blabbering away. The guy was starting to get on my nerves and I found him more and more unappealing; he seemed so fake, like someone without talent was playing a role in a theater. We're going to watch a little TV, okay?” I tried to get us away from him. ‘Yeah, go ahead, we'll go to the kitchen and cook something, the remote is in the right drawer of the cabinet.’ Daniel said, pointing to a passageway hung with pearl curtains... rather strange such a curtain where everything else was rather modern...
I turned on the TV and Ron pulled on the drawer, but it didn't open. He pulled a little harder and... then I realized why it didn't open, it was the wrong one. “Hey! He said the right one, that's the left one!” tried to stop him, but unfortunately too late, because the lock flew out and the drawer clattered to the floor. Luckily, no one had heard it.

Ron
I picked up the things that were scattered everywhere and froze when I saw the photos lying there. “Quickly, I threw everything down. I grabbed Martin by the arm and whispered, ”Be quiet, just be quiet! We have to get out of here.” He didn't seem to understand what was going on, but he followed me as we crept silently along the wall to the front door. I pushed down the handle and slowly began to open the door, unfortunately it squeaked quite loudly. ‘Did you hear something?’ I heard Daniel's voice from the kitchen. “No, it was probably just the TV in the living room,” Marco replied. Martin snuck out, and I followed as quickly as I could through the narrow gap. The last thing I heard was Daniel: ”I'll still go see how the two of them are doing.”
“Shit!” I swore softly. ‘Let's get out of here!’ We ran down the stairs and out into the street. A few meters further on, we were lucky that a policeman was in the process of writing down parking offenders. ‘Please, could you notify your colleagues?’ I said hastily to him. ‘Why?’
-
I told him the whole story to the end. “So you've seen photos that prove that the two are child molesters?” the policeman asked incredulously. “Only one of them was on it, we don't know about the other one, and only I saw them.” During the whole thing, the memory of what was on the perverse pictures came back to me and it shook me at the thought of what the two could have done to us... “And now come on! Before the two of them run away or destroy any evidence.”
After some hesitation, the man called for backup. ‘They'll be at the address you gave me in a moment. Please come with me, you have to identify them.’ Just then, Daniel came running around the corner and almost crashed into us. ”I finally found you...” He didn't get to finish the sentence because the policeman thought Daniel was going to attack us. He threw him to the ground with a skillful move, twisted his arms behind his back and handcuffed him.
“I didn't do anything,” said Daniel, lying on the ground. ”Maybe not, but what do you know about the photos they say you have in your apartment?” “I didn't know about them until today. My roommate always kept that drawer locked.” ‘What exactly happened?’ ”I thought I heard something and wanted to check on Martin and his friend, who we had invited over. When I looked into the living room, they weren't there anymore. Only the drawer and these photos were on the floor. I was shocked when I saw them, immediately took my key, went out and locked the apartment, so Marco should still be there.” - ‘Well, you'll be able to tell the story again at the station, that's where the actual interrogation will take place. Then we'll check whether you're telling the truth.’ He held Daniel's arm and led him back to the house where he put him in a police car that was already waiting there. Two policemen were just going up to the apartment.” We asked if we could come with them, but we were told that it was too dangerous.
But everything went as smoothly as it looked, and the police officers soon came down with Marco, ‘Asshole! You'll regret this,’ he shouted in my face and spat at me. I wiped my face with my handkerchief.
“I'll drive you home, okay? I've parked my private car just around the corner,” said the policeman who had overpowered Daniel. We gratefully accepted, because today we only wanted one thing: to go home.
-
“I'll quickly go to the bathroom to shower, brush my teeth and so on, Ron.” Martin said and disappeared into the bathroom. ‘You should also go to bed, Ron, we can talk about it tomorrow,’ my father said and wished me a good night. I went to bed right away, the day had also taken its toll on me.
-
Man oh man! Today you've really got yourself into a mess. I said quietly to myself. I'd really had enough, first with Martin, and then with Daniel and Marco, although both had ended well for me, but I really had enough for today. Why was life sometimes so difficult?
Exhausted, I lay down in bed but couldn't sleep. Something inside me tightened, I kept thinking about Martin and even cried a little. Why did I always fall in love with the wrong ones? At that moment, Martin came in and I pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't hear from the sound of my voice how I was doing. I lay awake for a long time and heard Martin breathing rhythmically after a short time... so he was already asleep. After tossing and turning for a long time, I also fell asleep...
until I suddenly woke up. “NO!!! Leave me alone, I don't want that,” Martin screamed over and over again as I looked at him. I got up and went to him. “Hey! Wake up!” I called to him. “NO! Get lost Ron! I don't want that!” There was no other way, I slapped Martin a few times, which probably hurt me more than him.
Finally he woke up and looked at me with fear and hatred. “You just had a nightmare, it's all over,” I said and ran my hand through his hair comfortingly, whereupon he shrank back even more fearfully. “What were you dreaming about? If you want, you can tell me, or if you need anything else.” “No, it's okay...” he replied, but I still sensed that something was wrong. ‘I'm going to go back to bed now, but you can wake me up anytime if you need me, I don't need much sleep anyway,’ I said, and then went back to my bed. ”Okay, thanks. I'll try to get some sleep again too.”

Martin
But I couldn't sleep for a long time, because I still knew exactly what I had dreamt and the images kept going through my mind. I felt the hatred growing again inside me towards Ron because he was gay. I kept telling myself that it was nonsense to hold Ron responsible for what Marco and Daniel had done, but I couldn't quite get rid of the image of the dream... Ron's hateful face still haunted me, but I kept telling myself that he would never do such a thing. I lay awake for a long time, turning over and over in my mind, but only going around in circles... Fortunately, I eventually fell asleep again.
-
The rest of the weekend was pretty uneventful, Zurich had lost its appeal for me if people like Marco and Daniel lived here... who unfortunately somehow managed to escape... then I'd rather stay in our backwater and take over my dad's shop.
Meanwhile, we were on the way back and just arrived in the village. By the way, Tom's wife wasn't with us, she had gone home earlier to meet an old girlfriend... soon I would know who she was.
During the whole trip, the mood was at rock bottom. I would have been surprised if anyone was in a good mood after such a weekend.
“See you tomorrow,” Ron said as I unlocked the door to our apartment on the first floor. I didn't answer, I couldn't somehow. When I came in, I took my backpack up to my room and went into the living room to watch a little TV. But when I entered, I was shocked: my mother was sitting on the armchair reading some women's magazine. That couldn't be right, she wasn't supposed to come back for another three weeks. Dad was sitting at the other end of the sofa and looked just as angry as my mother, who was almost tearing the pages out when turning them.
“So the police have already reported the incident to you?” ‘Wwwhat? What incident do you mean?’ my mother stuttered. ‘You see, I always told you that your son would amount to nothing, and now the police have caught him. What have you done?’ He stood up and seemed to want to grab me by the ears. “Nothing, I was just there for a witness interview.“ He let go of it again, but looked at me suspiciously. ‘What happened?’ my mother asked. ‘Later, Mom.’ I'd better tell them that later, now they both didn't seem to be in the mood.
“I...” my mother began hesitantly. “I'll take you to Zurich today, everything's already been arranged with school,” my mother said. ‘What?’ ‘You're coming with me to Zurich tonight.’ My mother looked at me as if it were the most normal thing in the world. ‘You're welcome to him, he's a good-for-nothing anyway,’ I heard my dad say, but I didn't give a damn about him now. ”Why do we have to go to Zurich?”