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    Re: Shota Impregnator [F/m MILF mom shota incest underage happy]

    Mom asked Jude, "Won't you ever see your mommy again?"

    "No." Jude instantly pouted. "She died."

    "Did you ever take her underwear?"

    Mom's insinuation surprised him. Apparently, Jude had expected more sympathy. "You're mean."

    "No. You're mean." Humor tinkled in Mom's voice. She must have indicated the bra. "My son, Billy, will be here soon, with the last of our laundry. He won't be happy you've taken my clothes."

    "I don't care. My daddy can beat up his daddy." Jude declared the nuclear option.

    "That's probably true. I've met your father. He was looking for you."

    "I know a hiding spot."

    "Don't tell me that, or I'll have to tell him."

    "Oh."

    "Jude, do you know how much your father misses you? It's more than you miss your mommy. Why are you always hiding from him?"

    "I don't want to." Jude declared. "I just need to be with these for a while."

    "You never took your mom's underwear did you?"

    "No."

    "You started taking them after she died."

    "Just the big ones."

    "Is there something you want to tell me about being with a bra like that?"

    "Mommy's had a flap. She taught me how to open it. I haven't found one with a flap. So I cut a flap into them, but they don't last after that."

    "I think I understand, Jude. But you don't really want the bra or the flap. Do you?" Mom didn't wait for the child to reply. "You want what was behind the flap. That's okay. Billy still likes the comfort of his mommy's breast, and he's much older."

    My ears suddenly burned, my cheeks too. My penis, however, soaked up mom's embarrassing reveal. Wasn't that suppose to be our business, not a snotty nosed brats?" I almost stepped into the room.

    Jude sounded at least as embarrassed, but he wasn't shy. "I-if I gave this back, could I touch your breast? You're really pretty."

    My heart thumped. The urge to burst in on them nearly overwhelmed me. Except the reason I hadn't sooner was, I wanted to know how Mom would react to a naughty, selfish boy like Jude. This was that moment. I steeled myself to wait a few seconds longer.

    "You have to ask my son about that."

    My penis lurched. I swear it almost orgasmed and undoubted would have left a nasty mess in my pants. "Mom." I spoke before I could stop myself. Exposed, I continued down the stairs.

    "Hey, Billy, careful of the steps." Mom cautioned.

    Jude squeaked just before I saw the two of them. He couldn't hide the bra, but he proved clever. "I-I was helping your Mom fold." He nested the larges cups together and handed them to Mom.

    She didn't say anything but looked very keen about what I would say.

    Mom hadn't disappointed me, by letting me grant the use of her body. I didn't know what I would tell Jude if he ever asked about her breasts. I did feel sorry for him. I was personally grateful to nestle in Mom's arms and kiss her breasts, when I needed to. I understood a little of what it might be like to not have that luxury. Most boys my age, and probably his, would think we were babies. They were missing out on something wonderful. Jude didn't have a choice. He was doing the best he could.

    "Uh, thanks Jude." I swallowed more than the dryness in my throat. You don't fold clothes until after washing and drying them.

    "Billy, take Jude to his home. I bet his father would like that."

    "Daddy sleeps in on weekends."

    "So does Billy's father." Mom waved us to shoo.

    Jude's apartment was on the same floor but across the courtyard from mine, apartment #217. The boy opened the door. "You can come in, I guess." He shrugged. "If you want to."

    "Jude?" A deep voice called.

    "Daddy?"

    "Who's that?"

    "He's Billy. I was helping him and his mom do laundry."

    "I'll bet." His father snorted jovially. I had been about refute his son's explanation. The big man strode up and offered his hand. "We met yesterday - I'm sorry I didn't have time to chat. I'm Jerome Allister." He was wearing jeans and a light yellow, linen shirt. His beard shined from his morning shower. It was still damp.

    His hand dwarfed mine, but I shook it. His grip was gentle. I didn't know what to say. I had almost said, his son had bothered Mom, but that seemed petty now. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Allister."

    "Bosh! Call me Jerome. You seem a fine, young man. Come on in! I was going to make breakfast. I know it's late, but if you haven't eaten for a while, you're welcome to have some."

    "I made toast." Jude was proud. "With jam." He went to his father and put his arm around his waist. Jerome held his son and smiled down at him, prouder.

    "I'm going to help Mom with the laundry."

    Jude's contentment saddened. The droop in his expression touched me. Not enough to let the younger boy touch my mom's boobs, but I was glad I hadn't rushed to take her bra from him.

    "That's important." Mr. Allister nodded.

    I checked in on Dad before returning to the laundry room. He was in the shower. I couldn't help myself from stopping on the landing halfway to ground floor. I crouched and closed my eyes.

    "It's too early to feel it move." A voice, maybe Mrs. Cherkle's, said.

    "No, Daddy." Jude sounded as loud as the much closer apartment. How so many sounds collected here, continued to amaze me.

    "Ms. Butler was very upset when she caught you cutting hers."

    "GODS! I want to get laid!" A woman bellowed. "Stupid, online dating!"

    "But that fat lady has the biggest ones in the building!"

    "Hush." Jerome rebuked him without a trace of anger. "You ought to be ashamed of what you did, today, even if you did give them back to Ms. Androni."

    A soft girl's voice squealed, "Stop kissing me, Daddy! It tickles."

    "Eight months seems like forever in this place." A man grumbled.

    "I knew you'd come crawling back, Craig. Eat shit." Another woman sounded pleased.

    Bleep! My watch sounded. It was a text from Mrs. Abbey. I stood. So I could concentrate on reading. "Hi Billy. I know you can't meet at the house today. But could I ask you for a small favor?"

    "Hi, Mrs. Abbey. I wish I could spend time with you and Shannon, but I need to be with my parents."

    "Are you with your Mom and Dad, right now?"

    Uh. "No."

    "Then could I bother you for a short favor? I'd drive down myself, but I have a client to deal with before noon. I'm sure it's not anything, but Shannon has been disappearing everyday for a couple hours. I looked at her credit card statement, and that cab company you recommended, has been billing round trips each day. I called them this morning, after Shannon left again without telling me. She's been going to the corner of Bridget St. and East 53rd. It's just down the street from you. Could you check for her?"

    I couldn't answer right away. I ran down to the cellar. Mom was sorting the last bits into the washers. "Mom? Um, when are you and Dad going to meet the Crocles?"

    "Not until after lunch. We thought we might stop at a Chinese restaurant before visiting. Would you like that?"

    "Is Tanya taking us?"

    "Yes. I will insist on paying but will graciously accept her discount." Mom smiled.

    "Oh, okay." Washing and drying the clothes would take at least an hour. I climbed to ground floor and texted. "Yes, Mrs. Abbey. I'll check it out."

    I knew the intersection, but I checked on my watch, to be sure. Mrs. Shahidi's market stood on that corner. I raced out of Lady of the Lake. Why would Shannon be going there? There must be much fancier markets in her neighborhood. I had a suspicion.

    Sunday traffic was light, but the sidewalk was busy. People dressed in fine clothes strolled, chatted, laughed. A few homeless people sought their kindness. Still more pedestrians walked to personal destinations, all different sizes and shapes and colors.

    I couldn't run. That would attract too much attention. I hurried, my mind racing ahead, considering possibilities. Maybe she was playing with Mrs. Shahidi. Imagining that didn't bother me. There was only one woman I felt possessive about, except for maybe Ms. Hennifer.

    My positive image of Shannon and Mrs. Shahidi disintegrated. The night she and I went to get ice-cream, afterwards she had told me to never let her mom to shop there. Something fearful had happened between her and Arturio.

    Upon reaching the intersection, I found that I wasn't out of breath. I thanked Mrs. Lum and her P.E. class. I took a deep breath anyway and waited for the light to change.

    Shannon hurried out of Mrs. Shahidi's market, head down. She wore a dark purple hoodie, and a black tube skirt down to her knees, but I recognized her handback and shoes, both shiny red! She stared down at her her phone, keeping her face out of sight. Something was wrong.

    I looked both ways and dashed across the street, against the light. "Shannon!"

    A tear filled face turned to me for less than a second before she spun her body away from me. "No, Billy! Go away. I can't face you right now!"

    "What's the matter? What's wrong?" I pressed. I almost wrapped her in a hug but let my arms drop. It would have made things worse.

    "Please, just go away." She sobbed. Tears dripped on her phone.

    I recognized the cab company's app. Something compelled me. I had to take charge, for her sake. I snatched the phone out of her hand.

    She hadn't expected it. "What are you doing?!" She reached for it, but I danced away.

    "I'll give it right back, Shannon." I canceled her ride request. Then I typed in Tanya's code.

    "I don't want to see you, Billy!" She kept her face hidden, but doing so left her unable to grab her phone back.

    "Your mom told me to find you. I can't leave now. You look like a wreck."

    "Billy!" Shannon shouted. People stared. None offered to help her, thank the stars. "Mom can't find out about this! She'll try to come here!"

    "I know that much, Dummy!" I blurted. "Here, your cab's still coming." I returned her phone.

    "Please don't tell Mom."

    "I won't. I swear, but if you lie to her, it had better be a good one. I won't lie to her."

    "You crazy punk." She tried to sound mean but failed. She cuddled her phone again. Tears had stopped falling.

    I didn't say more. She wanted to tell me. I felt it or imagined it, but I believed it. Whatever had happened was eating her up inside. I waited with her for the cab.

    "What'd you do? It should have arrived by now." She complained after ten minutes.

    "Your Mom's following your credit card." I warned. "I'll buy your ride home."

    "Why aren't you going to celebrate with us, today?" She asked, abruptly soft voiced.

    "Mom and Dad are going to do something dumb. I gotta be there."

    "I guess we both have things we don't want to talk about."

    The silence between us resumed.

    Tanya cab appeared, her face wary out of surprise and curiosity for me. When she stopped at the curb, I dove into the front seat before she could get out. "Unlock the trunk, Tanya, please?"

    "Of course, but I don't see luggage."

    "Just help her, and do it slow, please?"

    "Sounds very nefarious, Little Man."

    I jumped out, while Tanya went to open the rear door for Shannon. I rummaged in the trunk for what I had seen there during Mom's jobs, bungie cords to tie large luggage on top of the roof. We hadn't needed them, but that's what I imagined they were for.

    Mrs. Abbey's high school daughter wasn't going to like what I was planning. I shut the trunk. Shannon was in the cab. Tanya came around past me. "Are you trying to become gangster?"

    "No!" I felt offended. "Take us to a safe place; can you?"

    "Like police station?" She mocked me.

    I pouted. "She needs this!" I held out the cords, below Shannon's line of sight. The high schooler looked out the rear window at us. "Please trust me, Tanya."

    "Always -- until you abuse it." She used a plain face to tell me.

    Suddenly I was reminded of what Mrs. McDougal had said. Tanya had been hurt each time she trusted a man. I promised myself, I would never abuse the stoic, large framed but beautiful woman. "Thank you. I'll ride in front."

    We went to our separate doors and opened them. She got in. I tossed the cords into the footwell, having kept them out of Shannon's sight. I stared at the waiting, front seat. There was a possibility, I would miss Mom and Dad's visit with the Crocles. Except I had been very clever.

    By taking Tanya's cab, Mom and Dad might decide to take the bus. The worst thing for them was, they might have to miss lunch, because Sunday buses take forever. Or maybe they would pick up something quick along the way. After I was done with Shannon, Tanya could take me to the Crocles.

    If I got in now, I had a good chance of helping Shannon, but I might be late to meet with Mom and Dad. I could just let Tanya drive the shocked girl home, but I would feel bad. She was smart, and would make up a good lie. Mrs. Abbey's work kept her too busy to verify everything Shannon told her. If I knew the truth, I was sure I could help.

    Wasn't that worth the risk of being late to find out what Mom intended to do with Samuel Crocle? She had said, they were just going to talk.

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    Re: Shota Impregnator [F/m MILF mom shota incest underage happy]

    Tanya drove away. I looked behind at the market. In the window, Arturio pressed his tongue against the glass of one of it's front windows.

    We rode through light traffic until we reached the closest suburb. No one talked, but Shannon stopped crying. The route was taking a long time. When I worried to her about the time, Tanya reminded me. "I'm taking you someplace safe."

    "Why aren't we going to my house?" Shannon finally took notice. "This is the way to the old air field." She scooted forward on the backseat. "Billy? What are you doing?"

    "I want to help you, Shannon. Please, let me do this."

    "Do what?"

    "I'll tell you when we get there."

    "Billy!" She struck the plastic barrier with her palm. "I'll call Mom." She threatened, pulling out her phone.

    "She'll want to know why you've been taking cabs in secret."

    Shannon huffed angrily and swatted her phone down on the cushion next to her.

    Tanya turned the cab onto a gravel road. Ahead, a windsock floated at the end of a stretch of asphalt. At the far end of the runway, was a group of small hangers and regular buildings. The cab stopped at a fence gate. She held out a card to a machine and the gate slowly ratcheted to one side. "I should not do this, but it is safest place I know." She drove through the far entrance before the gate started shutting.

    Several yards from the gate, she stopped the cab between two large sheds. "Do you need to go inside building?" She nodded at the one on our right. I had yet to see or hear anyone in the area.

    "Is there a place to lay down?" I asked.

    "No, just chairs and desks."

    "Billy, tell me!" Shannon complained.

    I told Tanya, "I want her to be comfortable. I'd like your help, if there's trouble, but she may not like it if you're around." I scratched under my nose. "Could you go in the building until I text you?"

    "Of course, Billy." She opened the door.

    "No!" Shannon shouted. "Don't leave me alone with him."

    "I thought you weren't afraid of me." I tried humor.

    "You never kidnapped me before." The last time had been pretending. "Tanya, please take me home!"

    "I will take you home, Miss Abbey, when Billy texts me." The imposing woman nodded suspicious eyes at me, as a warning. She got out of the cab.

    "She'll be okay. She won't be happy." I told Tanya truth that I believed.

    She snorted a sigh but entered the shed to the right.

    I opened my door, just as Shannon opened hers. If I hadn't grabbed her arm, she would have run away. She was faster and a little stronger, but I was ready.

    I used a dance move to sweep her feet out from under her. Shannon fell upon gravel covered earth. Fortunately her thick hoody prevented scrapes and scratches. "OW!"

    Quickly grabbing one of the bungie cords, I took one of her flailing wrists as she tried to get up, and I twisted it behind her. I wrapped the cord around the wrist, stretched it over her head and around her neck. I hooked the long end to the back of her hoody.

    "GGGKK!!" The cord choked her. Having managed to sit up, Shannon tried to free the hook by reaching her other hand behind her. I grabbed it and wrapped a second cord around it's wrist but hooked the second cord to the first one. Then I freed the choking, long end and released its pressure on the front of her neck. I knotted it to the second cord, leaving her wrists bound together behind her. She gasp, "Don't do this, Billy!"

    "It'll be okay." I helped her stand up, and I brushed gravel off her clothes.

    "It's not okay! Untie me. I don't want this!"

    "I know, but without this, you can't do what you really want."

    "I want to go home!" She tried to bulldoze her shoulder into me.

    I dodged and spun her around. Then I thrust her, head first, into the back of the cab. Shannon fell on the bench seat like a sack of onions. Her legs kicked out. I grabbed them and used a third cord to bind them tight. "Careful!" I called to her. "Don't fall off the seat."

    "Billy!!" She wailed, writhing on the tough vinyl upholstery.

    The fourth cord tied her feet to the inner door handle. I shut it and ran to open the opposite door. I threaded the fifth and last cord under both her shoulders and tied it to that door after shutting it. I knelt on the seat. She wasn't as tall as it was long. Shannon lay stretched between the doors like laundry between two poles. "I'm not playing a game with you, Billy! Let me go!"

    "It's not a game, Shannon. I know it's not." I assured her. "What you did in Mrs. Shahidi's market wasn't a game either."

    "Don't talk about that!" The sixteen year old demanded. She struggled against her bonds.

    "I'm not going to do anything to you." I promised. "I just want you to relax. You're safe here, Shannon."

    "SAFE?" She ranted. "I'm totally helpless, you little monster!"

    "That's right. I took control from you. This is my fault."

    "Then let me go!"

    "I will, when you let go of yourself."

    "What are you talking about?" Clearly, I was not to be trusted. I would have to earn it.

    "Nobody's going to hurt you here, Shannon. I tied you up but nothing else. Blame it all on me."

    "Blame you!" She shouted. "I'm going to beat you bloody, when I get free of these cords."

    "You can't, Shannon. Your mom taught me."

    "Y-y-you- 're WORSE than a monster! Untie me now, or I promise I'll call the police!"

    I didn't answer. I simply began petting her long, slight curls of hair. "You're safe now. Nobody's going to hurt you."

    Shannon gave up threatening me. She continued to wriggle, trying to free herself. Whenever she was about to fall off the seat, I pushed her body away from the edge. "It's okay, Shannon. I can wait for hours for you to relax." That was a lie, I wanted to meet Mom and Dad as soon as possible. "Tanya can wait as long as the meter is running." I joked.

    She scowled, but didn't say more. Although my time was against me, her time worked in my favor. It may have been half an hour that passed before she finally relaxed, deciding only to glare at me.

    I kissed her forehead and continued to pet her hair. "It's not your fault."

    "Of course not, you stupid brat!" She barked.

    "You're safe now."

    "I'm helpless." The bite in her voice eased.

    "Everything I'm doing to you is my fault."

    "I'm going to pay you back, Billy."

    "Your thanks will be plenty."

    "OOOoooo!!!!" She was angry.

    I had to wait another two minutes for her to calm again.

    "I'm going to help you relax, Shannon." I shifted down the seat until I knelt next to her bare knees. I put my hand one one of them, just below the black tube skirt's hem.

    "Don't touch me, you dimwit!" Her knees thrust into me. I hadn't foreseen the cords could stretch that much, but she had been determined! Their impact to my thighs knocked me into the footwell.

    "OWW!" I nearly fell down across the transaxle casing.

    "HA!" Shannon shouted with glee! "That was MY fault!"

    When I crawled back on the seat, I put my weight against her knees, the only part of her that could flex. "I'm sorry, Shannon." I apologized.

    "What for?"

    "For not tying you tighter."

    "My hands and feet are turning blue!"

    I checked. They weren't. I returned my hand to her knees, just below her skirt hem.

    "Please, let me go!" She couldn't move her knees, not with my full weight blocking them.

    I patted the hem of her skirt.

    "What do you want from me?" She started to break down.

    "I want what you want." I picked at her hem. "I was hoping you'd relax on your own, but I guess I have to help you." I started peeling up her skirt.

    "NO! BILLY!! DON'T DO THAT!!" She suddenly screamed!

    My hands stopped. Was I hurting her? I looked. I had never seen eyes so desperate. I had seen her naked, I had even spanked her bare bottom. What was she afraid of? She was very very afraid. I nearly lost control of the situation, worrying for her. "I have to, Shannon." I rolled up her tube skirt another four inches. My eyes remained on hers, hoping to reassure her.

    "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!!" She struggled harder than ever. She couldn't move me nor escape.

    Just before I pulled the rolled tube of skirt to her waist, Shannon burst out with fresh sobs! "I"M RUINED!!!"

    I looked down. Her sparse pubic hairs were just visible under the rolled up material. She wasn't wearing panties. Between her thighs, just below her adolescent mound, something white stained her skin. I knew what cum looked like, my first thought, but that stain was nothing like it.

    "What happened?" I blurted. I had wanted her to tell me on her own. I cursed my mistake.

    "SHUT UP! and cover me up!" She wailed. Her body shook from sobbing.

    "Are you hurt?" I looked closer. It had a smell.

    "YES, you idiot! My hands are freezing!" She found some anger again.

    The white residue smelled like my favorite, winter solstice candy, peppermint.

    "Don't look!"

    "I'm sorry. I didn't know he had hurt you!" My great plan to get her to confess fell into shambles. I understood, in private, why Shannon didn't wear clothes, but why was she without panties on a Sunday, in public?

    "Just let me go! Please!" She begged.

    I almost did. I hadn't expected her to have used some kind of balm or lotion to sooth whatever Arturio had done to her. I had rolled up her skirt, in order to spank her. I thought that might free her soul to confess. I was a very naive, if precocious, pubescent boy. My plan failing, I reached to untie her. "I'm sorry. I'm going to make Mrs. Shahidi teach Arturio a lesson he'll never forget." I swore.

    "You can't do that." Shannon bit her lip.

    My hand paused at the cords on her wrist. "Why not?"

    "It's my fault."

    "Shannon, you're wonderful." She was the nicest girl I knew, unlike dumb, pesky Kelly.

    "No, Billy. I deserve what Arturio does to me."

    My perfect vision of Shannon, as a powerful and good force in the world, crumbled when she explained what had happened the night we went to the market to get ice cream.

    After Arturio told me I could play with his mother, if I let him talk to Shannon, the high school girl was quick to brush the boy off. Too young to cope with her strength of will, he retreated. But I had told him, "If she tries to get rid of you, keep pestering her. She likes persistent guys."

    While I was playing with Arturio's mother, Shannon browsed the shelves. She found a plastic dolphin hanging next to a few other, cheap toys. Even though she could have easily afforded it, she took it and put it in her handbag. Arturio saw her. He had lived and worked (but not actually worked) at the store all his life. He knew what shoplifting meant. It was his chance.

    I could have kicked myself when she revealed being caught. Sure, it was her fault for swiping something from Mrs. Shahidi, but if I hadn't told Arturio to persist, maybe he wouldn't have caught her! Arturio ran up and grabbed the toy out of her bag. He shook it at her and promised to tell his mamma and the police.

    It turned out that she and I both gave head that night. Only Arturio told Shannon she had to become his girlfriend, and had come to the store when he wanted her, which was most days, after that first night.

    Mrs. Shahidi must know what her son was doing! Didn't she care? The religious woman acted so properly. How could she let her son do such a thing?

    "You have to stop, Shannon." I pointed to the pungent salve between her thighs. "You can't let him hurt you like that."

    The poor girl cried again. "It's so humiliating - that." She choked back a sob, "And it stings, but Arturio doesn't hurt me."

    "What is it?"

    "Arturio is too young to cum, Billy. So he pretends." She sniffed. Abruptly, she laughed most unhappily. "It's toothpaste!"

    "Oh my stars!" I gasp. I would have run right then, dozens of miles, to punch out the ten year old, had I been born with a vagina. Peppermint toothpaste! I'd have poured a bottle of hot sauce up his ass!

    Shannon looked away, continuing to cry.

    I let her cry and rolled her skirt down her thighs to return her modesty. I had never felt so guilty. I wanted to cry too. I texted Tanya and reached for the cords binding the poor, abused Shannon.

    "Leave them alone, Billy."

    "You don't want me to untie you?"

    She sniffled. "You were right, Billy. I needed them, to be able to tell you. I-I need them, uh, a little longer."

    "Oh." I got out of the cab by crawling out a window. I met Tanya at the door she had entered. "We can take her home. Then I need to go to another place."

    "Yes, Billy." Tanya never once looked in the back of her cab. As she drove off the air field she ignored Shannon's gentle weeping. The cabbie trusted me, that the trussed up, high school girl lying across the backseat, was okay.

    We didn't take Shannon home. When I texted Mrs. Abbey, to expect Shannon, she told us to meet her at the house my parents were buying, where she and her daughter had planned to have one last afternoon of fun in their special room. I told her I couldn't stay.

    "I wish you could, Billy." She texted. "Maybe, next time, you'll invite me to your new home."

    "I'd like that." I wrote.

    I checked the time. It was nearly 1 PM. I texted Mom. "I had to do something important."

    "Did you have to take Tanya's cab? I know you're not happy about this, but your father-"

    I grumbled to myself. Tanya must have told Mom, she was driving me. "I'll meet you at the Crocle's." I texted without reading further. I ignored her following texts.

    Before reaching the sold house, we stopped, and I untied Shannon. She leaped to hug me. She didn't let go until we reached the house. Her mother was waiting.

    "Shannon-" Mrs. Abbey began as soon as Tanya opened the door.

    I strode out and up to the worried mom. "Mrs. Abbey, I'm telling you, never bother Shannon about what she's been doing. Do you trust me?"

    "Uh-" I had taken her by complete surprise. "I-I trust you, but-"

    "No, Mrs. Abbey. Shannon will explain it, when she wants to." I took the older woman's hands into mine. I gripped them hard.

    "Billy." She winced.

    Shannon stood, hood covering her bowed head. "I need to wash."

    "Promise me, Mrs. Abbey."

    She nodded, but after careful study of her remorseful daughter. "She's not pregnant?"

    I laughed and released them. "I'm sorry I have to go."

    Then Mrs. Abbey pouted. "I'm sorry too." She cast down her eyes, nearly as far as her daughter's.

    I kissed her cheek and returned to the cab.

    "What will you do now?" Tanya asked.

    "I have to save Mom again." I gave her the address. Tanya recognized it.

    "This is not place that will endanger your mother." She shook her head. "Let us go elsewhere, Billy. Let Tanya give more than a cab ride. I know you are hurting."

    This perceptive, strong woman didn't understand me as well as I understood Mom. Tanya understood me better than I understood myself.

    I didn't consider her offer. My penis considered it. It wanted to prove to the tough woman, who had let my possessed soul abuse her under an angry moon, that I preferred to be loving an playful with the women I knew.

    I considered returning to Mrs. Shahidi's market and settling the score with Arturio. Tanya would have approved. What I wanted, against more loving options, was to protect Mom from Mr. Crocle and his wife. Deep in my heart, I may have realized, I just wanted to protect myself from them. I listened only to the shallows.

    Mom texted me. "Your father and I are getting off the bus. See you soon."

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    "My parents are expecting me, Tanya." I disappointed her.

    "I am not jealous woman, Billy. I am business woman." Tanya flipped the meter on. "This trip to save your mother is not something I can give, because I do not believe it is right."

    "I don't care." I lied. Tanya's choice to charge for this trip felt like betrayal. I answered with the foolishness a thirteen year old was capable of. She accepted none of it.

    "I refuse to send charge to your mother. You must pay." She decreed. "If you cannot, then you will owe debt to Tanya. You must accept what I choose for payment, or you will have to catch many buses to get to destination."

    "NO!" I yelled.

    "I am not stranding you, Billy. Mrs. Abby would be happy to take you home or keep you until your parents fetch you. Your home is not far from here. You will be safe." Tanya wasn't trying to take advantage of my obsession. She was telling me, she could not support it. That's not how it felt.

    "You're being mean!"

    She ignored me.

    I thought about getting another cab, but what driver would take a thirteen year old without money or the promise of money from an adult. If I took buses, I wouldn't get there for hours! "Please, Tanya, I gave my money to Momma." I hadn't actually received any from Thursday's job, but I wouldn't go back on my word to help pay for the cooking tools and dishes we'd left behind.

    "You are good son, Billy - lousy with finances." I caught her smirk, in the rear view mirror.

    "I-I'll do it." I swallowed the bitterness in my throat. "I'll owe you. I'll do what you say."

    "I trust you, Billy." Tanya knocked down the meter flag. She drove away from my parent's newly purchased house, with professional caution.

    We didn't talk during the ride. I deliberated get revenge on Arturio. Shannon had been dumb to shoplift. I couldn't understand why she had, but that didn't mean Mrs. Shahidi's boy had a right take advantage of Shannon. Ultimately, I decided to avoid hurting the shopkeeper, his mom, but maybe she could help me fine a lever I could use to control her boy.

    "We are here, Billy." The cab turned into a sycamore lined street with craftsman homes. It was a nice neighborhood. Instead of boring grass lawns, most of the homes had decorated landscapes. The quality varied, from nice to meh. None aspired to mimic rich people houses, and that made the neighborhood all the more charming.

    Tanya drove to a curb outside a one story, small house. She pulled the cab to the curb and got out to open my door. I opened it myself and darted towards the Crocle's home.

    The house's windows were curtained. I strained to find some reason to dislike the owners. There were no toys, but two bicycles had been chained up on the covered porch, adult sized. One was a woman's bike. The house didn't have a garage, and the driveway lay empty. The landscaping was simply patches of shredded bark, with five or six fruit trees planted randomly. A garden hose ran from a faucet to a sprinkler, but the water wasn't running. My brain kept thinking that I was losing something from Mom. She was inside that pleasant house, 'doing something for herself.' The fact that my father was with her did not console me.

    I caught myself mid-run. I slowed to climb the four wooden steps instead of jumping them and stomping on the porch. At the door, I pressed the green button on its frame. A chime sounded from within. I breathed like crazy.

    Wood scooted on wood. I held my breath. I looked to the curb. Tanya drove away. The door opened, and a young, black woman appeared, smiling. "Hello." She was wearing a very pretty, yellow dress. It looked like something Mom might have worn to a picnic. Her hair was a large, curly ball. She looked very powerful but peaceful at the same time. Her breasts were larger than Mom's, but not by much. She had narrower hips, but her middle was a little thicker. Her face was attractive but average so. She presented a calm, composed aura.

    "Is Ms. Androni here? I'm her son."

    Her smile turned uncomfortable. "Faun is with Samuel, right now. I'm Ms. Crocle. You must be Billy. Would you like to come in?"

    I didn't feel especially welcome, but I couldn't stay on the porch after Ms. Crocle told me, Momma was with her husband!

    "Thank you, Ma-am." I bowed my head.

    She opened the door to let me pass. "Have a seat in the front room. Would you like a root beer?"

    I nodded absent-mindedly. The front room was small with a round table and six chairs. Four were pulled away from the table. In front of them stood fancy beer bottles. The other two chairs where pushed under. My ears strained to hear everything going on in the house. "Where's my dad?"

    "He's been in the bathroom. Apparently lunch did not agree with him." She paused. "I'll get you a coaster too." She mumbled and went down the hall. Other than what you might expect to hear from a person getting a soda, the house was quiet.

    "Did Mom and, um, Mr. Crocle, go somewhere?" I sat nervously.

    She returned carrying a brown bottle and a cork coaster. She placed them with care, in front of me. "Thought you'd want to drink from the bottle, like the adults." Her smile took a slightly devious turn. Then she answered my question. "They're out back." She sat next to me and sipped from her bottle.

    I drank a slug of root beer, wanting instead to rush to the backyard and save Mom from this woman's husband. My imagination was going crazy!

    "Tell me, Billy. Are you a momma's boy?" She leaned closer, and her smile thinned.

    I had been called that in elementary school, last year, by a friend actually. Mother had come to pick me up, after I got into a fight with a boy who had called her a bad word. My friend said, I shouldn't be such a momma's boy. I knew what it meant.

    "I try to be adult, Ma-am."

    Her eyebrows bounced. "That's a oddly, mature thing to say." She drew back, her surprise attack thwarted.

    "How do you know my Mom?"

    "Samuel met you on the bus. It was the day you arrived in the city. Your mother had some very interesting things to say about that day." The tiniest grin crossed her lips. "And about you."

    I remembered. Samuel must have been the black man who introduce himself after waiting with us at the bus stop! I hadn't liked him then. He was very big, the kind without a big belly - like Tanya but more masculine and bigger. He had been very well dressed for the bus. The way he wore his hat looked as if he was going to a dance.

    His wife, this woman, was Mavis. I had typed the info into my watch, from his card and what he'd said.

    "Your mother called Samuel, several days ago. I chatted with her, and we arranged to meet today, after our original date fell through." She paused to study my reaction.

    She was only telling what I already knew, but her word, 'date', stuck in my gullet. Was Momma and Samuel on a date, right now, in their back yard? I itched to get up. A door down the hall opened. "Whew! Sorry about the smell." Dad called.

    Ms. Crocle suddenly leaned to me and whispered, "Tell me, Momma's Boy, if you don't want to share, but it had better be for the right reason."

    I gaped at her bold assertion, too startled to respond.

    "Oh, Billy! You finally made it." Dad appeared. He glanced at the window. "Is Tanya waiting? That could be expensive."

    "No, Dad." I tried to curb my anger, barely succeeded. "Why aren't you with Mom?"

    "Whoa, Son!" Dad smiled and pretended to be the victim. "Your mother asked if Samuel would show her the garden. The fruit trees out front made her curious."

    "Samuel does the gardening." Ms. Crocle smiled. "He's more adept at cultivating blossoms, and I'm better at sticking my nose in them."

    Dad cleared his throat, sat down, and picked up his beer. "Not sure if this will hurt or help my stomach." He lifted it to his lips and drank a big swallow.

    Ms. Crocle lifted her bottle, saluted him and drank in solidarity.

    I stared at the sweat on the cold glass containing my root beer. Momma shouldn't be alone with a handsome, strong man who wasn't my father. I scooted my chair back and raised from the seat. "I want to see the garden."

    Dad shook his head. "It's impolite to go where you aren't escorted in another person's home, Billy."

    "I'll take him." Ms. Crocle got up and led me farther into the house.

    Dad called after us. "Sure you don't want to catch up last week with your old man?"

    She took me to the back door. Ms. Crocle grabbed the handle but didn't open it. "Your mother told me not to shy away from adult topics around you. Billy, I promised your mother, I would do whatever you wanted, if she could help my dear Samuel."

    "Help him?" The concept eluded my jealous mindset.

    "Billy, everyone here needs you to treat what's happening, like an adult. If you are serious about wanting be mature, I'll explain it to you."

    She was warning me. The situation between her husband and my mom, beyond that door, was not for a selfish brat. She was ready to march me back to my father, if I didn't act wisely.

    "I want to be grown up."

    "This is your chance to prove that, Billy. Your mother claims that you can be, when you try."

    At that moment, I was abruptly aware of my recent, childish foolishness, from the moment I learned that Mom needed some things just for herself, to my spat with Tanya in her cab. Dad was here to support Mom. He wasn't clamoring to see what Mom and Mr. Crocle were doing in the back yard. Had that caused his sick stomach?

    My stomach lurched in sympathy and in fear of what Ms. Crocle would tell me. I had to promise her. "I'll try." It was all I could promise. I steeled myself for the worst possible news. It was not what I expected.

    Ms. Crocle released the door knob and stood, eyeing me as if I were as tall as she, resolved to respect my promise to try. "Although my husband is genetically closer to darkest Africa, than your family, he was raised in a white neighborhood by white parents and had white brothers, sisters, cousins-" Mavis paused for my reaction.

    I blinked from surprise. My previous town and school were heavily influenced by latino citizens, a minority by the slimmest margin, they and the people of European descent forged a culture respecting all cultures. It wasn't a big deal for kids, with different colored skin, to play, joke, fight, and learn together. We were just kids, and with a few, evil exceptions, had little trouble getting along and supporting each other.

    Now, that doesn't mean I wasn't prejudiced against black people. I didn't know many, growing up, and kid talk smack about anyone who wasn't deemed part of 'our crowd'. A lot of bad things were said about black people, but Mom had raised me right, to ignore foolish things that kids said. That didn't mean I hadn't been affected by those false stories. Ms. Crocle saw that, maybe all of it in my eyes, as if she had seen it before. I drew back from her inquisitive face.

    "Samuel is a white man, Billy, with black skin. That's how he sees himself, and his skin troubles him, because a lot of the white children he grew up with, treated him badly." Ms. Crocle's stare relaxed. "He struggles againt his own racism against himself." Then she crossed her arms over her chest and smiled. "To his credit, he married me. That's a whole 'nother story, but the point is, he married me for love, not race."

    I was more than a little confused. "How can Mom help him?"

    Before she could answer, the door knob twisted, and the door swung inward. I jumped out of the way.

    "Ma-am." Mr. Crocle spoke, opening the door for Mom.

    "Thank you, Samuel. That was delightful." She nearly sang it.

    "Well, we have petitioners!" The black man noticed his wife and I.

    "Sam, you have the worst timing." His wife taunted.

    "Billy!" Mom sounded a little shocked. A blush rose in her cheeks.

    "Unfortunately, time is of the essence." Samuel told Mavis. He took her face in his large hands and grinned. There was something strange about his middle two fingers. They looked damp. He grinned like a victorious imp.

    Mavis squealed. "Oh, my love!" She threw a joyous glance at Mom and she dragged her husband up the hall and into the first door on the right.

    Warm arms surrounded me. Mom spoke directly into my ear. "They're going to make love, Billy." Her breath was as hot as a furnace.

    My penis jumped in my pants, instantly as hard as the concrete foundation under the wooden flooring.

    "Faun?" The sound of a throat clearing interrupted. "Did everything go okay?" Dad called from the front room.

    Billy." Mom walked me down the hall, passed the room from which passionate moans and groans seeped. My hard pee pee twitched with need. Mom answered Dad when we escaped the hall. "I think so, Glen. Samuel and I found the right connection that suited both of us."

    "I'm sorry you missed the discussion earlier, Son." Dad didn't sound at all sorry. He acted withdrawn.

    "Are you feeling better?" Mom asked him.

    "You know me." Dad smiled. "I dealt with my compulsion, despite a little pain."

    "I love you, Glen."

    Usually, when my parents openly professed their deep love, I felt like a spider had crawled up my arm. This time, my heart reached out to Dad. I loved him too. I wish I had told him at the time. It would have been the most adult thing I had done that day.

    To answer the obvious, unspoken question, Mom said. "I'll call Tanya."

    My penis remained hard, during the wait, imaging what Mr. and Ms. Crocle were doing in their bedroom. Although I remained suspicious of Mom's time with Samuel, I had warmed to Mavis' respectful explanation of their marital situation. It's too bad the details had been interrupted.

    Mom led us outside. "They'll understand." She winked. We ambled around the fruit trees. "Go ahead." Mom encouraged.

    I plucked a mango from one tree. Mom had shown me how to peel it and suck on it's savory, sweet meat. Dad took an orange. We shared them with her.

    Tanya's cab pulled up and she got out of the car. We walked to it, as a family.

    Behind us, the front door burst open. Mr. Crocle stormed out. "I hate myself!"

    "Don't ever think that I'll blame you, Sam!" Ms. Crocle called from inside. "You mustn't leave!"

    Samuel unlocked the man's bike and ran with it across their yard. He jumped on and pedaled down the sidewalk, away. He was aware of us but acted as if we weren't there. "I'm sorry, Mavis. I need to be alone!"

    "I need you!" Ms. Crocle stepped onto the porch. She wore a golden, terrycloth robe clutched together in her hand. "Don't cast today aside so quickly!"

    "Glen." Mom had watched it all, sorrow in her eyes. "You have to go to her."

    I turned to them.

    "I-I can't, Faun." His voice trembled. "This was for you."

    "Do it for us AND them!" Mom argued. "Mavis is at her peak. They'll break up if we don't help her. We came here to save a marriage. I want you to." What was she trying to tell Dad? I didn't understand. I implored her with my eyes.

    "I love you. I promised, only you." Dad hissed ruefully.

    I felt Mom was actively ignoring me, as if afraid of what she might do if she looked my way. She trembled, keeping her eyes on Dad.

    I shot my confused stare at Tanya. The veteran cabbie grasped people and situations in an instant. She responded to my befuddled eyes, with a nod. She looked then to the house, to the front porch, to Ms. Crocle who gripped the railing and longed for her husband as he retreated down the street. Tanya was sad for her.

    My penis was so hard, I could almost hear it straining. Ms. Crocle had promised to do what I wanted, if Mom helped her husband. It wasn't her fault that Samuel had failed to be helped.

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    The fact that Ms. Crocle had asked if I was a momma's boy, had put her in my unhappy thoughts. I sought understanding of the situation between her and her husband, but also of Mom and Dad. I had sought first from Mom, only to become mad at myself, but not like Mr. Crocle. He ran away from his problem. I knew better, uh, helped by Tanya's quick study of a situation. The fact that I owed the cabbie a big favor did not diminish my respect for her. I could pout later about that.

    Determined to earn Mavis' respect, I stopped looking to my parents. I turned to the house and walked under the fruiting trees, aiming for the porch where the neglected wife was fighting against tears. She saw me approach and turned, puzzled.

    Behind me, Dad asked. "Son, what are you doing?"

    Mom told him, "Billy wants to be nice to Mavis, Glen. We can wait in the car."

    Tanya opened a door. "Please, Mr. Wimbley."

    "Will he be all right, Faun?"

    "Will Mavis?" Mother used her knowing voice.

    I marched onward.

    "Billy," Ms. Crocle shook her head. "I need my husband now. Go on home."

    "I will, Ms. Crocle." I stepped up to the porch and paused. "I don't want you to be sad."

    "There's no helping me, Billy. My man, he needs the help." She pulled the flaps of her robe, tight around her and cinched the sash.

    "Yeah, I guess." I held out my arms wide and went to her. "But this can't hurt." I hugged her, warm and firm. I pushed my head between her full breasts. "I'm sorry I acted weird." She wasn't wearing a bra, but the soft sensation behind her cotton folds could not make my dick any harder.

    She shook her head at me again but crossed her arms over my head as if resting them on me. "Love is weird, Billy. You have a special love for your Mom. I shouldn't have called it out like I did." Her arms trembled. They separated. Her hands landed on my shoulders. "I know Sam loves me. He's gotta learn that my love for him accepts all his faults." Ms. Crocle pushed herself out of my hug, but she held on to my shoulders. She smiled at me. Tears seeped into her eyes. "Maybe not all his faults. I hate picking up his dirty clothes. What is my grown man, your age?"

    I chuckled. My voice cracked.

    "That's some hard-on you're sporting, Billy."

    She hadn't looked down. How did she know? Had she felt it when I hugged her? My face reddened.

    "Her smile broadened. If your Mom and Dad weren't waiting for you-"

    At that moment, Tanya drove away. My heart leaped in my chest for one heartbeat. It calmed, confident that Momma hadn't abandoned me. She trusted me.

    Mavis stopped mid sentence. Her eyes blinked. The cab puttered down the road, in the direction opposite that Samuel had biked. "Well, I'll be." She released my shoulders and took a step back but regarded me with interest. She deliberately looked at the tent in my pants. "Billy, are you old enough to cum?"

    "Yes, Ma-am. I can cum a lot when I'm feeling really good."

    Again, Ms. Crocle shook her head. "My my, that clever, hot bitch. I thought she was talking about her husband."

    "Who?" I was confused again.

    "Who doesn't matter." She pursed her lips and studied me. "But now I understand what she meant by 'before bread is ready for butter, yeast must raise it.'"

    "Huh?"

    "It's a pun, Billy, a bad one." Mavis turned to her front door and opened it. "Come inside." She entered first, making me close the door behind us.

    She walked to the table in their main room and paused to scan the bottles arrayed on it. None were empty. "I'd offer you a real beer this time, Billy, but I didn't let Samuel have one. I need all the odds in my favor."

    Had sadness broke the woman, leaving her talking in riddles? On second thought, she had stopped acting sad when I admitted I could cum.

    Now she was looking down the hall. "Not in there." Her head shook and she hummed, "Uh-uh." The room's air felt heavy and appeared dim.

    I wondered why I wasn't frightened of her. She was a impressive stranger, who had taken me into her home without reason or purpose.

    "Billy, why did you hug me?" Ms. Crocle's stern features softened.

    "Cuz you were sad."

    "I'm still sad, but thank you." She pulled a chair out from the table and sat in it. Her knees splayed her robe, parting the lower fold by an inch. "Can I have another?" She held her arms out to me.

    "Uh-huh." I entered them. The top of her head tucked below my nose. I hugged her shoulders. She kissed my neck. Shivers ran down my body.

    "Samuel did his best for me, today, Billy."

    "He ran away."

    "That was after he tried his best to make a baby in me. I need better, today."

    "Wow," I was disappointed for her. "Making babies is pretty easy."

    She let go of me and drew back in my arms. "What you know about making babies?" Her voice sounded like it was a trick question. The sound of it made me a little nervous.

    I let go of her. "Uh, I read books about it."

    "Your mother mentioned your enlightened education twice this afternoon, Billy. Anything else?"

    I didn't know this woman or the extent of what Mom had told her. I had to play it safe, for the sake of the women carrying my progeny. "I like trying."

    "You mean, jerking off?" She didn't mince words.

    "No, Ma-am. I haven't jerked off since-" I stopped, afraid I would reveal too much.

    "Have you put your dick in a pussy, Billy?" Her eyes sharpened. "I need to know."

    I nodded.

    She took a deep breath. "Did you fuck the pussy?"

    "Yes, Ma-am."

    "Pardon my nosy questions, but I had to ask."

    I grinned a little. "I didn't use my nose."

    When she laughed, the heavy air thinned. The dimness brightened. Her full breaths were the only sound in the room. Each breath shifted apart the upper folds of her robe. The sash around it loosened. I was sure her titties were bigger than Mom's, but the difference had been easier to see when she wore a bra.

    "Billy, may I show you my pussy?" Her usual boldness took a cautious tack.

    My attention to her large but not super large breasts, shifted to her eyes. They shined with purpose but maybe a little shyness too. I nodded. "I'd like that, Ms. Crocle."

    She shook her head. "Call me, Mavis." She gave half a laugh. "I'm going to show you my pussy, for pete sake."

    I laughed because I was still nervous. I wanted to see her pussy very much, for racist reasons. What was a black pussy like?

    They're just like every other pussy, a little different.

    Mavis spread her knees a little wider on the chair, and her hands drew the lower folds of her robe over her thighs. Between stood a tall, thick curled thatch of black hair adorning the puffiest pussy lips I'd seen.

    "You're not the only one with a boner." She grinned a little, maybe because she was nervous.

    The outer skin was as black as the rest of her skin, not as black as her husband. The edges forming the indented slit were lighter colored. "It's really pretty, Ma-a- uh, Mavis."

    "Thank you. I think so too."

    Most of other women that I had made babies with had let me take charge, or like Jacqueline and Ms. Laghari had taken charge. Mavis kept control of herself, but she didn't try to control me.

    I knew what I wanted, but I asked first, like she had. "Can I show you my pe-, er, dick?" I told myself I should use her words, but really I was still worried she thought I was a momma's boy.

    "Please, Billy. I hoped you would."

    I was wearing more clothes than she. It took me long seconds to unbuckle my belt and unbutton and unzip my pants. Then I debated pushing my pants and underwear down or just pulling out my dick through the flap. I pushed them down my legs and let my erection bounce free.

    "Oh, my." She gasped. "You're not small."

    "James is bigger."

    "Do you like boys too?"

    It was a funny question. I rebuked. "Girls are dumb."

    "I beg your pardon?" She raised an eyebrow of concern.

    "Not you, or other ladies, just girls."

    "Oh." Mavis seemed to understand. "Your dick looks very healthy." She returned to the matter between us. "Would you like to fuck me with it?"

    "I think so, but-" I looked around the sparsely furnished room. "Where?"

    "Well, we can't use the bedroom, that's for Sam and me ... and we shouldn't do it outside." She lightly mocked me and didn't answer my question. She stood up from the chair. Her robe sash loosened and its knot slipped away. Her robe parted, and her fine, big breasts pushed out until the folds fell to either side of them. "Oops!" Her hands rushed to cover them with the robe.

    "They're not small." I smiled.

    "I suppose you want to keep seeing them?" Her hands paused, half covering her charms.

    "Can I?"

    "Sure, Billy. I like a man who likes my titties."

    My heart warmed further to Mavis. She had called me a man.

    "I like it even better when they get sucked." Her robe parting again, she held up one breasts with a hand. The deeply black nipple was right at the height of my mouth.

    Opening my mouth, I also opened my arms. Sucking titty was best in a hug. I wrapped my arms around the inside of her robe, to feel her naked torso. That was even better! I latched my lips over her breast and began licking and sucking the hard nubbin in the center.

    "Mmm." She let go of her tit and pulled my head against it instead. "You've got a talented tongue." She smiled, then looked back at his peter. "Billy," she whispered, "While you play with my tits, I'm going to finger your prick."

    One hand cupped my lightly haired sack, which she rolled around while she fingered my dick with the other. "It's so hard!" Her outburst made me wonder if her husband couldn't match that much solidness. "I need to suck it, to really enjoy how hard you are. But keep playing with my tits with your hands. That feels really good."

    I had to let go with my mouth, but I was more than eager to feel her dark lips enveloping my incredibly sensitive organ. She knelt before me, on the ornate rug, her robe no longer concealing anything.

    Ooooh! All of a sudden she slurped my whole peter in through her lips, and her hot, wet, slithering tongue wallowed along the underside, and she was sucking ... scraping her lips squeezily back along it ... suction catching me firmly her mouth's grip.

    She lifted her hands and closed them over mine, encouraging me to press and explore her tits, rub the taut nipples. My pole was a flaming, itching, twitching prod of need, but I sensed that she didn't want to get me off that way. She tightened her thighs, twitched her hips and held on with lip pressure and suction to his thickening dong, feeling the tip yield slightly as her mouth caress reached the base of my prickhead. Her tongue's tip found the glans, circled it, probed the tiny opening.

    She had to look again. She gripped my hips, pulled and pushed through two more suctioning, lip-dragging strokes. My hands kneaded her breasts, each one trapping a nipple between two fingers.

    She let her lips slide free, watched intently as her lips revealed the rosy, plump knob. "Oh, Billy!" she breathed. "It's such a beautiful cock!"

    I couldn't answer immediately. The brief fellatio had felt wonderful! She didn't wait. Her mouth once more enclosed the sturdy member, her tongue massaging the little tube that bulged along its lower length." Mavis giggled, and the flutter of breath and palate brought a surge of response from my prick - its lurches wrestled her tongue.

    "Oh, yes!" she sighed, backing off momentarily. "You're getting me there!" She must have meant how my hands were mauling her chest. Between her skilled mouth and impressive boobs, I had little attention to give any other part of her body. Mavis teased the turgid head with her tongue-tip, then looked up, my rigid tool's end resting on her chin.

    "Wow," she breathed. "It tastes hard!" As if rigidity had a flavor but had never before been experienced. "Do you want to fuck me now?"

    I blanked for a second. I did want that! I had agreed to, but it was all happening so efficiently, a result of her simply asking and me simply doing it. I had never before experienced such a straightforward transaction. There was no game to guide us. Did there need to be? I supposed not. Not that our actions weren't following rules, quite the contrary, but they weren't apparent to me. I sensed them without recognizing them. While my thoughts churned, Mavis acted.

    Perhaps she sensed my prick slip a little. She lowered her head to suck it more, in case it softened. And as she worked, lips, tongue and throat coaxing, I began squeezing and stroking her tits again, then cupping and hefting them while my thumbs circled the nipples, pressed the stiff tips this way and that, punched them back into the dark, crinkled aureoles, compressing the firm yet yielding mounds of sleek heat.

    The woman was on a mission. Despite our mutual arousal, we weren't progressing. Her cunt wept and throbbed with need. She took her mouth from my prick, but this time immediately closed one hand around it, stroking gently but firmly. She tickled the fully uncapped head with her tongue, and whispered, "Lie down, Billy. It's time you got acquainted with my quim."

    "Quim?" I hadn't the word, yet.

    Guided by her free hand, and kept horn-hard and pulsing by her other, I lay my back on the tasseled carpet's intricate patterns woven into it. Mavis positioned me near the table, which she used to help lower herself. She slicked her lips below, accidentally over my glans, while swinging one leg across me so that she knelt astride my chest, her ass-hole and seeping dot displayed unabashedly.

    "That's a quim, Billy. A cunt, pussy, twat, snatch, slit, poontang, goody gulch." She separated the terms with tickles along the undersurface of my dick. I had heard some of those terms, but I think she made up the last one.

    "My cunt's going to hang on tight while you jam your lovely dick in and out...."

    I watched the double rows of thick, coffee colored lips, the outer set fringed with black, kinky hairs, twitch and palpitate beneath their coating of shiny moisture. Sudden, excess wetness oozed out to cover them and gather in the hair-packed creases at either side. In the lower end of the slot, partway into the triangle of thick hair, a pink nubbin had begun to peek out, like the tip of a tiny tongue.

    "Ohhh, God!" Mavis blurted. "I ... I came! It's been so long, ... with another person, I...." Her head shuddered.

    She raised her head, and after wrapping a hand around my swollen, simmering peter, looked back past her shoulder to the front door. "Do you like my quim, Billy?" She had asked before, but now that I could see it unfolding, perhaps she wanted reassurance. She held the head of my dick three inches from her dripping slit.

    "It's like a flower - so pretty." I added. "So alive!"

    She smiled at that. Then she was concerned. "It just seems that you're holding back, letting me decide this." She shifted away from the table and sat on the carpet. "I had the impression that you were more forward, " She lay back on the carpet beside me, spreading her legs, taking her hand off my peter. "But Mavis will do what it takes, today. I can't wait another cycle." She opened her arms to me, urging me up. "Now fuck me!" she hissed.

    I did feel a little lost, off-balance would be a better word. I admit, now that I'm writing this, the color of her skin tilted my thoughts to be cautious. I didn't want to offend this sexy, desirable woman. It was the kind of caution that black comedians joke about, but at that moment, her open legs, offering her dark sex, sent me debating my best course of action. It would have been easier if we had been playing a game with rules all participants understood. Now I can laugh about it.

    "Just put your dick in the hole, Billy." She cupped one tit, thrust the nipple at me. "You can even suck my tits while you fuck me, baby," she whispered, smiling.

    I blushed, but having already sucked on her tasty mounds, it was easier to do the next thing. I crawled between her legs. My knees stopped between her thighs and I leaned down to fasten my lips on the pulsing bud. She wedged a hand between our bodies and grasped my eager tube of hot gristle sprouting from my pelvis. She steepled her knees, then craned her neck to watch the moment of contact.

    Breathlessly, she felt and witnessed the blunt head touch her cunt lips. But then the picture blurred, as her whole body convulsed in an involuntary grab for more. "I need it, Billy!" An unexpected surge of her hips almost bucked me off, but she grabbed my buttocks, pulling me into coitus, and when her hips spasmed again, my cock plunged halfway in.

    "Aaaaahh! Ohhhh! God, Billy! Yesss!" She greeted my swollen and surging prong in the heated embrace of her twat. I did not know at the the time, years had passed since she'd had a cock that hard inside her.

    I was dizzy from this unique situation of baby making, but I started jerking forward, trying to drive my tingling prick deeper. My steaming nostrils vibrated her titty flesh. The suction and tongue-pressure on the nipple, made her torso twitch. My turgid, throbbing cock, was clutched by the kneading response of her inner tissues as we clutched and clung and caressed, palpitating wildly. I plumbed her oozing hole with vigorous strokes as my body took over from my unbalanced thoughts.

    "Oooooh! M-mmore! Ahhhggh! Yes! Now-Uunheee-aaah!! "

    With three battering thrusts, I drove my prick all the way in, slamming my pelvis onto her yammering clit and sparking a firestorm of sensation through her appreciative body. I fucked in earnest, jerking out half a length, then jolting it in again, deep ... her puss had room for extra length and girth, but my cock did not disappoint, and it was in her to its hilt, probing and bullying her: weeping wallowing goody-gulch, building another abundance of joy in her jittering nerve ends, so that any second now, any ditty-crushing stroke....

    "Yes, Billy! Ball me! Hard! It's ... it's wonderful! Ohhh, yes! Fuck! Harder ... faster ... ohhh, I'm going to ... !!"

    Words weren't words any more. We were just a hot-and-heaving, pulling-squeezing entwined mass of surging flesh. I was biting on her nipple, and the good pain pushed Mavis even closer to the top of a trajectory that soared beyond the ecstatic intensity of her earlier orgasm.

    It felt so good to stuff her hot sleeve, repeatedly. She watched my cock as it appeared and disappeared in the hungry maw of her cunt. It was a beautiful sight, my strong shaft glistening with my saliva and cunt juices, and to watch it disappear as I humped my ass into her loins.

    "Good, sooo goooodddddd," I moaned, as I started fucking her faster. Her hand grabbed my butt and forced the head of my cock into banging the entrance to her womb.

    "Ahhhhhhh," Her juices flowed over my cock as I ground into her thick hair. Her vaginal muscles rippled a series of spasms, and I dug my fingers into her breasts as I shuddered at the sensation. I resumed sliding my cock in and out of her in a series of long thrusts that carried me almost out of her cunt before I drove my length back into her. Our bellies slapped together, and I grunted with pleasure each time I bottomed my cock in Mavis. By the stars, she was a good lay.

    "Ohhhhhhh, fuck, fuck, Billy," She pleaded, needlessly. I was hammering away regardless of the words that wailed from her throat. My ass rose and fell frantically as I threw my length into her in a steady tempo. I grunted each time my balls slapped against her exposed ass-hole.

    "You've made me cum again and again, Billy!" Mavis called out. "Are you going to cum? Do you think so?" Her command of the situation slipped as she revealed the truth of her seduction. "I need you to cum deep. My husband fears he'll wrong a black child, because of his prejudice. Maybe if it's whiter, like you, he'll get over that fear. Give me a light skinned baby, Billy. It's my last hope to prove my love to Samuel, but I need you to cum!"

    My pecker was thrusting like mad into the woman desperate for a kid. Later, Mom told me she had been raving. Ms. and Mr. Crocle would have loved any child born from her womb. At that moment, I was the only option. Her mind twisted the truth, to convince herself that she needed my cum to make a baby.

    All this time, my mouth hadn't left her delicious titties, sucking them and switching nipples, my groans uttered between. I wanted to keep fucking and sucking, but her admission pierced the haze of pleasure suffusing me. She wanted me to cum. Her need tipped the bowling ball balanced on a ball bearing. Suddenly aware of the incredible pressure in my seminal bulb, and the heaving effort of my dick to sent it perfectly into the dark woman's body, I gasp loudly. My loins lurched precisely when my balls slapped her anus, pee pee thrust as far in as possible. My inner muscles clamped down and shot a blast of hot cum through the embedded cannon. I cried out, "AAAAAAHHH!!!!"

    "THAT'S IT, BABY!!" She tugged on my ass to send my seed deep. "I feel you spraying your good stuff!"

    My ass flinched, flinging a second glob of spunk into Mavis. A third followed immediately. She cried, "YEESSS!!!" Then, "I love you, Samuel!!"

    My cum poured out like from a garden soaker, after three hearty throws, filling her snatch with thick goo. It wasn't my biggest load but more than half that. Seeding this desperate woman with the cum she needed to make her family whole felt wonderful. I wanted to kiss her, but when I tried, she caught my face with her hand and turned my lips away. "That's not for you, Billy, only my pussy is." She grinned. "And my big titties. You liked them, didn't you?"

    I nodded and smiled, although unhappy that she would not let me kiss her. The last of my sperm oozed into her sex. I withdrew my softening penis, my brain swirling with pleasure, despite the let-down. "That was really good, Mavis."

    "Mmmm." For me too." The woman suddenly lifted her legs. "Get that chair cushion and put it under my hips! I have to make sure your cum has every chance to breed me."

    I fetched two from separate chairs and stuffed them under her backside. She grabbed her knees and hugged them, rocking and singing gently. "Come little baby, no don't you cry..."

    I watched her coo and rock. Our smiles may have looked painted on, but they were sincere. This woman was working hard to let my cum find the egg in her fallopian tubes, to connect and share the gifts of our bodies with a new life. At one point, Mavis wrapped her nakedness with the robe, knees still high on her belly.

    Not too many minutes passed before Ms. Crocle turned her eyes at me. "You've done your part, my unexpected stud. If I need you again, I'll ask your mother. I feel good about this. I don't think I'll have to ask her. She knows, right?"

    I nodded. I was sure Mom knew more than I thought she knew. How much, I could only guess.

    "You better go, Billy. Wait on the porch for your ride. If Samuel returns while you're waiting, tell him, I didn't want to be alone, and you stayed with me. He will return. I know my man, but maybe not until nightfall.

    After I had dressed and had texted Tanya, I went outside. Ms. Crocle remained on the floor hoping for a miracle. The sky was gray, clouds. I walked across solid planks after closing the door. Below, two bicycles were locked together against the house.

    Mr. Crocle sat there, his back against the bicycles, but otherwise in the same position as his wife, arms around his knees. His eyes were gaunt, staring at the road. He must have heard me exit, but he ignored me.

    Sitting on the porch bench, with him below, would have felt weird. I stepped down and said, "Hello." I sat on a step.

    "Mavis is a very kind woman." Mr. Crocle told the front yard.

    I sensed I wasn't suppose to talk for real, but I told him what his wife had told me to say.

    "She gets lonely because of me. I'm her trouble man. She doesn't deserve to love me."

    His reply diminished the awkwardness I felt. Clouds drifted overhead. Orange and mango trees rustled in the warm breeze.

    "Lord, why is love and sex such a burden when they're so vital to the living?" He sounded better then. Mr. Crocle put his hands on his knees and stood. He nodded at me and climbed the stairs.

    The moment he went indoors, my watch lit up. Tanya was about to arrive. I went to to the curb and she drove up. She got out, hugged me, and opened the door. "I was wrong, Billy. You needed to be here - to save your Father."

    I got in the car. "Does that mean I don't owe you a favor?"

    "Of course you still owe it. A promise is a promise." She grinned and shut the door.

    On the back seat was a damp cloth, a cleaning rag, I guessed. There was a smell in the cab, vaguely familiar. Tanya noticed me sniffing the cloth as she walked around the cab. "Oops!" She opened the opposite back door and took the cloth. Had she meant me to find it?

    It had smelled like the taste of Mom's pussy.

    During the drive home, I asked Tanya, "What will you want me to do?"

    "I have to arrange a few things before I can be sure."

    That was too ominous. I pouted when she wouldn't tell me more. She hugged me again when she let me out in front of Lady of the Lake apartments.

    Our kitchen and main room were empty when I entered home. A little light shown from under the bedroom door. I went there and listened.

    "Billy's home." Dad said.

    "I can't stop thinking about them!" Mom answered passionately. Squishy noises followed.

    "Hey, the poor thing has only so much life left in it! And consider Billy, he's bound to be listening."

    "Then let's give him a performance. Mmmmm."

    "Oh my." Dad breathed heavily after seconds of slurping. "You're a miracle worker, Faun."

    "I think, 'Good Ol' Dad' is thinking about them too." Mom sounded scandalous.

    Further squishy sounds sent me scurrying to the kitchen. I made a sandwich and got online using Dad's laptop. I once more searched for jobs that a teen could do. There was just too much junk to wade through. I emailed Jacqueline and Tara. I mentioned that Mr. Crumb, the diner owner wanted to talk with Tara. He said it was important. I also emailed Mrs. Abbey, asking about Shannon. Remembering what the teen had said about Arturio made me angry again. I nearly went to the market and gave him a piece of my mind.

    The shower sounded from the bathroom, while I listened to the latest podcast of Darling Dimensions! My favorite character, of course, was Ms. Lagari's, Witch Chutney. The story treated her terribly, putting her in a coma after being zapped by the villain-of-the-day's mayonaise ray! I felt so sorry for my English teacher. She wouldn't have any lines until her character recovered! I posted a complaint in the podcast comments. I wasn't the first to have expressed my anger. I was so upset, I didn't hear Mom come into the kitchen.

    "Billy?"

    I swiveled on the counter stool. "Mom!" I hopped off and hugged her.

    "What's the matter?"

    I didn't know. Too much was happening in my life. I felt like I was being pulled in many direction, all good directions it seemed, but I was only so much of a person. Samuel's words issued from my lips. "Why does love and sex have to be a burden?"

    "Our natures put a lot of pressure on us, Billy. We evolved in hostile environments. Survival was no simple thing. The result, humans, have the luxury of choosing how to express our natures." Mom sounded a bit like Mr. Yong, my science teacher.

    "There are too many choices." I complained softly.

    "Would you like someone to choose for you?"

    That didn't sound like a very adult thing. "Would you?"

    "Sometimes, I like it very much. Your decision this afternoon was especially good for me." Mom kissed the top of my head. "But now, I'm making the choices. We have to get ready for tomorrow's client."

    Oh, yeah. Freshly showered and dressed, Mom looked and acted like a billion dollars. We went to work. There wasn't much. The client, Ms. Louis, wanted a simple meal: roasted chicken, roasted potatoes, and green beans. Mom mentioned it was strange for someone to hire such an expensive service, to ask only for the least special meal. The client didn't want dessert or a special beverage, but she had paid for express service.

    I scrubbed the potatoes, forked them, and wrapped them in foil. When they and the chicken Mom prepared, were baking in the oven. Mom sighed contentedly and helped me to clip tips from whole, green beans.

    "Where's Dad?"

    "Sleeping. I doubt he'll wake until morning. He'll be up and out of the house early tomorrow."

    I wished again, to have spent more of the weekend with him.

    "How well did you get along with Mavis?" Mom asked. "You seem a little stressed."

    "That was fun, Mom." Normally, I didn't talk about the women I made babies with, but Mom had learned about them. I felt I could say a little more. I wanted to. "But it wasn't anything special." At least, for me, it hadn't been. "She didn't even let me kiss her." I realized I was still put off by that.

    "Ah." Mom inhaled. "Mavis is not like the women you've told me about. She needed something very specific. Everything she gave to you was to ensure she got it. But she couldn't give everything you like. Some things would have hurt her."

    "Huh." Mavis hadn't wanted to make babies in their bedroom either. I had come to like the sexy, black woman. I didn't want to hurt her. "She said she would talk to you if she needed me again."

    "Really?" The information amused her. "There's a chance, by then, that I won't be able to give my consent."

    When Mom spoke in vague terms, I knew I wouldn't get a straight answer from her. I finished clipping the beans and started rinsing them.

    The chicken and potatoes wouldn't finish roasting for another half hour. There was a last question, one I had been suppressing. "What did Mr. Crocle do to you in their backyard, Momma?"

    My beautiful mother stilled at the question. Her hands rested beside the cutting board littered with green tips. I thought she might blush, but the hairs on her skin prickled instead. "Billy..." She started but paused. "...you know I respect your private matters outside of family. Can you give me the same trust?"

    "I should, Mom. I know." I felt bad, but I couldn't, not about this. I looked down. I couldn't face her. "But y-you have to tell me." I cringed inside, feeling like a baby suddenly. Her time with the Crocle's was supposed to have been something just for her. I ruined it.

    "Samuel needed me to get him aroused, for his wife. I let him - put his fingers in me,..."

    "No!" I blurted. Immediately, I said, "I-I'm sorry, Mom."

    "I know, Sweetie. This is difficult for you, but you insisted. I, uh, also sucked on his erection, just a bit, but that was all. He went to Mavis right away."

    My heart thudded. I never should have asked. The details were too much for my selfishness regarding Momma. I was learning to sense her vulnerable moments. I told myself to forgive her. I wanted to punish her.

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    My thoughts returned to the night when I had made Mom suffer for what Mr. Gorgev had done to her. That was his fault, not hers - I had rationalized. I took that rationalization forward. No doubt, Mr. Crocle was responsible for making Mom do naughty things. Mom is a very loving woman. She wouldn't want to blame them.

    She had tried to blame herself, for being weak to Mr. Gorgev. Luckily I had found out the truth, if after punishing Mom. I needed to apply that truth to Mr. Crocle. From now on, I would give her the benefit of the doubt, especially if she informed me before doing something for herself.

    I could only believe that her need for something outside of the family, stemmed from when I recently lost her trust. I had to earn it again. Mr. Crocle was a test, I believed. I also believed that the incident with Mr. Crocle had ended. He wouldn't need Mom again, since I would be the one to make a baby with his wife.

    My unspoken magnanimity felt good in my chest, the right thing to do. Another part of me reminded of the promise she'd made, after I punished Mom by cumming on her dress to spite Mr. Gorgev. "This is mine, Momma." I had told her. "I marked you and this dress with my cum. Nobody can do this to you, ever again." She had replied, "Yes."

    This morning she had told the boy, Jude, to ask for my permission to use her breasts. It now made more sense to me. I had marked them with my cum.

    Mom bit her lip as she waited, trying to guess the thoughts going on behind my hurt expression.

    I decided to give her a way out, a chance to express her innocence under the selfish influence of Mr. Crocle. "Did you like it?"

    "Samuel is a handsome, sharp dressed man who is confident about everything except his wife." Mom started. She saw my face droop further. I had hoped she would give me a reason to blame everything on her abuser. "Billy, I worry that you want me say something untrue."

    My lips scrunched up. I told myself, I wouldn't want her to lie. I was the one who needed to earn her trust. I swallowed as much of my pride as I could and managed to ask, "Why did you, uh, suck on-?" I couldn't say the rest.

    Mom told the truth. "Hm, to make it hard for Mavis. He said his wife complained he was too soft at his best."

    Suddenly a laugh blurted, parting my unhappy lips. Mavis had told me that too! Poor, Mr. Crocle. He deserved a limp peter for bothering my mom.

    Mom didn't laugh with me. She remained in her vulnerable state.

    Laughing wasn't appropriate for the situation. However, it helped to set aside some selfishness but not all of it. "Mom, will you tell me when you find something just for yourself again?"

    "Do I need your permission?" She asked genuinely.

    "I wish," I pouted. "but then I wouldn't give it. That would hurt you, right?"

    She took my hand and brushed her cheek with the back of it. "Not right away." She nodded slowly, "But yes, it would eventually."

    "You don't need Dad's permission?" I asked.

    "He gives me his blessing." Her voice gave me the impression that she wasn't completely happy about that. Something clicked in my head. Mom didn't want complete freedom to pursue things just for herself.

    "Momma," I frowned. "I won't ever give you my blessing, but you have to tell me."

    "Yes, Billy. I'll tell you, each time." Something sparkled in her eyes.

    It was time to earn a little trust. "Mom, I listened to your private talk with Jude, this morning. I'm sorry."

    She took my hand in both of hers. She gripped it firmly. "Thank you for telling me. I know you like to eavesdrop, but there isn't anything private about me, that you can't know, Billy." She hinted at something larger than just listening in on her and Jude or her and Dad, but it was lost on me.

    My wounded heart continued to wrestle with my desire to forgive Mom. "If I gave Jude permission, would that be something just for you?"

    Mom nodded.

    "Is that something you want?"

    "Not particularly, but I am curious about him and his little obsession."

    "He mostly likes the big ones." I joked. Mom smiled. "Mine aren't really big."

    "They're not small." My mood lightened.

    Mom chuckled.

    Halfway between lighthearted and fretting, I told Mom, "I don't want to feel bad, when you do something just for yourself."

    "I know, Honey." She raised my hand to her lips and kissed it. "Please understand, that today's first time for me, made me realize that I can't return the life I limited myself to with your father."

    My mind twisted her words to mean, Mom needed men to do things to her. It took all of my painfully earned, self control not to lash out at her. She was telling me that I would have to suffer again, possibly many times, in the future. There had to be a solution. I felt tears pressing behind my eyeballs. I pulled my hand from hers and looked away. That was not a solution. I couldn't think of any.

    "Billy-"

    "I-I almost punished you again, Momma. How do I stop myself, next time?" My revelation surprised me but not her.

    "Maybe you won't." Mom asserted. Strength returned to her words. "But the only way you could ever hurt me, is to stop loving me."

    "Never, Mom." I promised. I walked out of the kitchen. I didn't want her to see my tears.

    I went to the couch and looked at my emails. Tara had replied.

    Mom's phone rang. "Hello, Angela!" It was Ms. Colkick. When their conversation ended, Mom announced. "Another client hired us for next week!"

    "That's great, Mom!" I opened Tara's email.

    The oven timer sang out. Dinner was ready. "Billy, please set the counter."

    "I got an email from Tara."

    "I'll do it." Mom sounded suddenly vulnerable again.

    "Wonderful father of my child, how I've missed you and the fun we have together!"

    "Jacqueline and I won't have full leave in your city until next week, but this Wednesday morning, I will visit Mr. Crumb about his offer. Don't skip school to meet me, Jacqueline would be very jealous. Although I totally want you to skip school! But don't. Okay?

    "LOVE LOVE LOVE, Tara"

    "How is she?" Mom asked.

    I jumped up and took over setting table on the counter. "She's going to visit on Wednesday morning."

    "Before school?"

    "No."

    "How will you see her?"

    "Maybe I won't. She's gonna talk to the guy who owns the diner down the street."

    "The one with the ludicrous name?"

    "I guess." Boone's was the only diner I knew of in the area, but I didn't think his name was all that weird.

    "I'll send an email to the Principal Agincourt, to excuse you on Wednesday. We will meet Tara after she talks with the diner's owner."

    Mother hadn't yet had a chance to talk with the first mothers of my children. I dreaded that almost as much as I dreaded the next time she sought something just for herself.

    "What about the dinner?" I pointed at the oven, hoping to change the subject.

    Maybe she wanted it changed too. When your thirteen year old son is making babies with several women, it's best not to dwell on it. We sampled the test meal. It was perfect. We roused Dad and made him join us. He wandered in, pale, smiling, exhausted. His face woke up after his first bite. "MNLSCIUS!!" He garbled.

    Once he had finished eating he smiled at Mom. "Ms. Louis is going to get her money's worth and more!" His skin looked flush and hale again.

    Mom told him, "She had better, if she's not as rich as our previous clients."

    "It's terrific, Mom!" I blurted.

    Mom's head swung with some concern. "The new client also lives in an ordinary part of town.

    "You got another one?" Dad welcomed the news. "That's fabulous!"

    Mom smiled sheepishly.

    Dad turned to me, to share the good moment. His eyes stilled, when they met mine. "Great news, huh Sport?" The glee in his voice mellowed. Had I made him sad somehow?

    "Yeah, Dad."

    "This calls for more..." He stood up. "...sleep!" He winked at Mom and wandered back into the bedroom.

    "I'll store the leftovers, and wash up everything."

    "Thanks." Mom came and hugged me. "I'm so sorry, Billy, for this afternoon."

    "I know, Mom."

    She followed Dad into the bedroom. I focused my thoughts on mundane tasks.

    Shannon texted me while I was making my bed for the night. "Arturio wants me to go to him, two or three times this week. What should I do?"

    "Do your best to delay him. I'm gonna talk with Mrs. Shahidi and her little creep. I'll let you know right away. I promise not to get you in trouble."

    "I hope not, Billy. I trust you."

    That meant a lot to me, coming from a girl I thought was dumb, at first, until I met her and found that she wasn't really dumb, until she told me she had shoplifted, and now I was reconsidering. "How's your Mom?"

    "She says the house felt lonely and empty without you. I tried to play a game with her, but she just lectured me. I am curious. What is your family going to do with all the extra rooms?"

    I felt sad for Mrs. Abbey. It had been her playhouse, but soon she would give the keys to my parents and the Colkicks. "I don't know."

    "Good night. Sleep well"

    "You too."

    I found that I had a new email, from Mrs. Guthrie.

    "I've given up, Billy. I'll have to move out of the city. I can't find a single, nice place within my price range. I promise to see you before I move, maybe a couple times, if you want."

    I was about to reply, "That would be great!" when I suddenly had the answer to Shanon's question. I put more effort into my reply email, but basically I told her, "Hey, Mrs. Guthrie, I think I know of a place." I couldn't promise it, but I was sure I could make it happen.

    I slept very well, that night.

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    Dad roused me. "Son, we have to talk." It was just twilight outside. 5AM, I guessed.

    "Huh?" My bleary eyes creaked open.

    "Your mother probably already discussed the matter, but I need to talk guy stuff with you." Dad was still in his pajamas.

    "What matter?"

    "It's about Mavis Crocle. I know what you did for her."

    Of course Dad knew. Did he want me to recite the naughty details?

    He gripped my hand and shook it, "It took a lot of guts to pinch hit for your old man. I would have made a mess of things."

    "Uh, nah, Dad. She would have been happy with you."

    He scratched the back of his neck before shaking his head. "I'm too racist to know how to comfort a black woman, without insulting her. I'm glad you were able to keep company with her, until her husband returned."

    Was that all Dad thought I had done with Ms. Crocle, sit with her?

    "You're a champ, Billy." He kissed the side of my head and went into the bathroom. I was too tired to find anything funny in his misconception about my attempt at conception with Mavis Crocle.

    I woke a second time to the smell of warming leftovers. "You can come home after school. We don't need to be at Ms. Louis' until 5:30 or later. It's not far - Tanya says fifteen minutes, even in rush hour traffic. The client won't eat until 7pm."

    "Okay."

    I went to school with a tummy and lunch sack full of meatloaf. I arrived in Ms. Hennifer's classroom fifteen minutes before first period. I went to her, set my lunch on her desk, and hugged her. "I don't know what to do."

    She looked around her empty room before returning my hug. "Did I hear the door lock?"

    "Yes, Ma-am."

    "Tell me, Billy." Her arms wrapped tighter around me. "I-I've missed our times together, so much."

    "I can't tell you everything, but I'm afraid I'll hurt my Mom."

    "You mustn't do that, Billy."

    "I know, but, and I can't say why, but I get mad at her."

    "Does she know?"

    "Uh huh." I nodded, my face brushing up and down the side of a breast. "I worry that she'll let me hurt her."

    "When did you last get mad at her?"

    "Yesterday."

    "Maybe it's not too late." She pulled a phone out of her pocket and dialed. I waited, confused. Was she calling Mom? "Shoona, listen, I need a favor. You have to take my class this morning. I don't care if ye is about to eat breakfast. Git over here."

    Three minutes passed. I kept hugging Ms. Hennifer. My peter was rampant by that time. I'm sure she noticed it pressing her thigh, but she only hugged me back and cooed into my ear. "I thought you wouldn't forgive me for what we did to you on Friday."

    "Huh?" I looked up, in case her facial expression could explain the strange comment.

    Ms. Laghari knocked on the door. My math teacher released me and let my English teacher into the room. "What's this-" Ms. Laghari saw me. "Oh." She scowled at her colleague. "Are you going to do what I think?"

    "I need the key, Shoona."

    "I need a better reason than Master Androni's special attentions."

    "She's going to help me to not hurt my mom!" I actually got the grammar right.

    "Billy." Ms. Laghari stared at me. "We should discuss this together." She worried for me. "I respect Gloria, but I don't agree with her method. Let me explain what I can offer instead."

    "There isn't time." Ms. Hennifer looked at the clock.

    "There isn't time!" I pleaded.

    The beautiful Pakistani woman fished into her handbag. "I do this under protest." She took a key off a ring of keys and handed it to Ms. Hennifer. "We will have words." She looked at me. "Bring your lunch to my room, Billy, today. I'll be waiting."

    "There's lecture notes on my desk, Shoona."

    "I'll be fine. My ancestors invented zero, after all."

    I followed Ms. Hennifer to the parking lot. Along the way she called my history teacher, Mr. Glouvert. "Billy has permission to be out of class, today." She hung up immediately after informing him. "He's a good man, Douglas, but he accepts my words far too trustingly."

    I briefly imagined that he might be Ms. Hennifer's boyfriend, but that didn't feel right.

    She unlocked her red, sports car, and we climbed in. "I'm glad I didn't get the convertible model." The doors shut, and we were isolated from students milling around. She gunned the engine to life. The car proceeded to crawl along with the line of crossover vehicles dumping off children. "Shoona is right to complain, Billy. If she thinks she can help you, then I think she can. You should consider her offer."

    "I'll see her."

    "Okay, but you can back out of this. You know that, right?"

    "No." I pouted. "I want it to be you."

    "Please, Billy," Her voice quavered. "Don't say that, for your sake."

    When we reached the empty warehouse, she, got out and unlocked the shed's door with Ms. Laghari's key. We went inside and she locked the exit.

    On the floor, lay her cracked paddle.

    "It's broken." I pouted again.

    "No, Billy, it's more dangerous now." She walked forward and retrieved it. The crack running half it's length looked sharp. "Tell me again, why you want me to do this."

    "I get angry at Mom. She knows what she does makes me angry. She can't help herself. She might really need to do those things. I know that, but it's so hard to forgive her!" My eyes misted.

    Ms. Hennifer used her full command voice. "That chair, Billy." She pointed at an older style without wheels. "Take its arms in your hands and lean over, pushing out ye behind for me, Lad. Recall bein' mad at your Mom, yesterday."

    "Yes, Ms. Hennifer. Should I take down my pants?" I hurried to present myself properly to her.

    "Not this time. I don't want to cut your skin." She stepped up beside me.

    A pregnant silence emptied the room.

    SMASH!

    "OOWW!!" The split wood bit into my behind.

    "Think about being mad at your mother."

    "Nhh, yes, Ma-am." I recalled when Mom said she had sucked on Mr. Crocle's peter, "...just a little bit." That made me so angry.

    SMASH! "Your mother loves, you, Billy."

    "OWWW!!" My other bun felt the bite of her cracked weapon. "How many do I need?"

    "As many as it takes, my beautiful lad." Ms. Hennifer sounded delighted. "Until you can't be angry anymore."

    "I don't want to be."

    "I can't help you if you don't try as hard as you can."

    "I'll try." I imagined Mom sucking on Mr. Crocle's black dick. "NO, MOM!" I shouted.

    SMASH! The board hit so hard, I thought it might have drawn blood through my shorts and underclothes.

    "YYYIIIEEEE!!!" I yelled.

    "A good boy is suppose to love his mother."

    "But I want to be a good man."

    SMASH! "You're a fool, Billy. You can't be a man until you've been a good boy." Ms. Hennifer's voice raised pitch, as if gleeful. SMASH!

    "YOWW!!! YOOOWWW!!" She was hitting too hard!

    "Are you still angry?"

    I changed my image to Mr. Crocle sticking his fingers up Mom's pussy. Mom is smiling, closing her eyes and enjoying it. "YES!" I cried.

    SMA- CRACK!

    "AAAAAAAAAaaa!!" I screamed. The board broke in two against my pummeled butt.

    "OWW!" My punisher cried out when the board splintered in her hand. "Keep up your anger, Billy. A smaller paddle is going to feel worse. I may just hit you with the sharp edge!" She sounded extra excited at the possibility.

    Mom is pulling out Mr. Crocle's penis. Its getting hard in her hand. "That feels good. He tells her." She says, "I know."

    THWACK! The smaller area of the broken board concentrated the impact. "AAA!!" I screamed.

    "Your hand is making me feel good." Mom leans into him. Her hand slowly jacks on his big penis.

    "I want to make you cum, Faun." ... "Oh, please, Sam!"

    THWACK!

    I howled. "THAT'S TOO HARD!"

    "But you're still angry, aren't you." Ms. Hennifer was goading me. She had reached that special zone, the one she hated, knowing that she was going too far but loving the power of it, like a gambler who can't quit. THWACK!

    "You're tearing me up!"

    "Nah, ye can take it, Laddie!" THWACK!

    I struggled to stay angry at Mom. I was starting to get angry at Ms. Hennifer.

    "Oh, you're making me cum, Samuel!" Mom is grinding her hips on the wicked man's hand." ... "Good, woman, now you can suck me."

    THWACK!

    I shrieked and my knees buckled.

    "Stand up, Laddie. Don't ye disappoint me!"

    The fire in my ass shot flames through my spine and weakened me. I shook as I slowly raised my bottom to catch her powerful arcs.

    Mom falls to her knees, half devastated by the orgasm the black man had given her, half eager to put his growing dick into her mouth.

    THWACK!

    My vision blanked for a second. Lancing pangs shut down my sight. I shouted as loud as possible but my voice couldn't express the agony Ms. Hennifer thrashed into me.

    "How abut now, Laddie?"

    "More, please!" I should have begged my torturer to stop, but I had to try my best.

    "Mmmm." It tastes so good to her, Mr. Samuel's cock. He puts his pussy slick fingers under Mom's nose. So she can smell her own excitement. "You've got a great mouth, Slut. Suck it harder!"

    "STOP IT, MOMMA!!!!" I exploded!

    THWACK!!! "THAT'S IT, LADDIE!!" THWACK!! "You have to LOVE her, or you'll keep suffering!" THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!

    I was bawling and screaming. My butt was falling apart as she kept swinging that narrow length of wood, cracking it upon my britches. My mind blanked. My vision blurred. "I-I love you, Momma." I squeaked, passing out.

    The world moved under me. Some one was singing. I didn't know the language. It was beautiful. I fell asleep.

    "You have to wake up, Billy." Ms. Hennifer spoke sharply. She was rocking, cradling me in one of the chairs without arms. My feet touched the ground. My ass hung just over one of her thighs, burning.

    She was a sight. Had she been crying?

    "We can't do this ever again, Billy."

    "Why?"

    "I'll cripple you, next time." Fresh sobs overcame her.

    "But you love me, Ms. Hennifer."

    "I love hitting you more." She sniffled. "And in this room, where I betrayed you."

    "You didn't!" I objected.

    "I believed my co-workers, I was sure you would rape Caroline for real, and I would have to punish you, for the last time. Afterwards, you would have meant nothing to me. I failed to believe in you, when I could have helped you overcome your desire. But I betrayed you and agreed to their demon bargain."

    "No!" I reached up. Every move shot pain from my butt. I touched her wet cheek. "You trained me to resist selfishness. I believe in you, Ms. Hennifer."

    "I thought when my board had broken, that was the end." She didn't accept my opinion.

    "I thought so too, but I needed it today, and you came here for me."

    "I lost control again. No, Billy. This is finished." She kicked one half of the paddle. It skidded across the concrete floor.

    "It's not over, Ms. Hennifer." I drew upon the anger I had felt for her. She had lost control, but we had made our own devil's pact. "Don't forget what I have to do now."

    "Billy?" She had forgotten. "Oh- No, Billy. I know I promised, but last time it nearly drove me crazy. I was sure you had gotten me pregnant. It was all I could think of. My teaching suffered. It started to smell, and I got a yeast infection." She pleaded.

    "I'm sorry, Ms. Hennifer, but you have to believe in me, now."

    "I want to, but that week was a nightmare."

    I pushed her hands off of me. I used her thighs to push myself up from her lap. I managed to stand by holding the back of her chair. I could feel blood engorging my penis. It knew what was going to happen. I couldn't let her break her promise. I warned her, "I would love to make a baby with you, someday."

    "Billy!" She growled. "Never!"

    "I'll do it today, if you don't keep your promise."

    "You wouldn't rape me, Billy." She didn't sound confident.

    "No- Ooohh!" A wave of burning flashed through me. "I won't have to, will I."

    The sturdy, compelling features of Ms. Hennifer's face softened. "I- I can't let you inside me."

    "But you would, because you want me to take away your guilt."

    "It would destroy me."

    "That's why we decided on what I did last time, to punish you."

    "No, please, Billy." Tears returned to Ms. Hennifer's eyes.

    "You have it coming, don't you?"

    "Y-yes, Billy." He head drooped.

    "Now ask me, Ms. Hennifer."

    "I-I can't."

    "Ask me." I started unfastening my fly. My peter pushed at it, through my boxers.

    "Please, Billy." Her head hung lower. "Please cum in my panties."

    "I will, Ms. Hennifer. I promise. I love you."

    "Please don't make me pregnant." She muttered while unclasping her pants.

    I inched my shorts and underwear very slowly over my inflamed buttocks. "I can't promise that." I told her.

    Our lower clothing hit the floor at the same time. She looked so sexy and vulnerable sitting in that chair, wearing only a blouse and underwear. My dick jutted at her distraught face.

    "I-I could suck you, Billy, instead."

    "That would feel wonderful, Ms. Hennifer, but that's not what you need."

    "Please don't make me pregnant."

    "Tell me what you need." I reached down and pulled the front of her panties away from the thatch of golden hair behind it. Her puss was more beautiful than I remembered.

    "I need you to cum in my panties, Billy. I hurt you, and I'll hurt you again, if you don't punish me with what I fear most."

    "You had to punish me four times, before I stopped taking advantage of women. I will cum in your panties for as many times as it takes until you can control yourself."

    "Th-thank you, Billy." She was weeping again.

    "Open your top for me and pull up your bra."

    "Huh?"

    "Don't argue. I want to cum faster this time. I love sucking your breasts." I hobbled between her open thighs, and I knelt just enough to place the tip of my peepee behind one thigh band. Her hips flinched at first contact. My penis slipped out.

    "I can't deny you anything after what I've done." She unbuttoned her blouse carefully but efficiently.

    I tucked the tip of my peter father behind her crotch panel. Again she shivered, but I was ready.

    Ms. Hennifer pulled her cream white tits out of her bra, and they mounded forward, firm and ready. I took one of her hands and wrapped its fingers around my prick. I whispered in her ear. "Make me cum." I leaned down further. The effort it took to bend over and crouch at the same time was incredible, after my ass's harsh abuse. I was determined! My mouth opened and I sucked her rubbery nipple into my pained expression. I sighed then, our situations on the verge of reversing. Her hand began to jerk my rigid pole.

    "Mmmm." I marveled at the taste of her pert boobs. It was like I was sucking on them and pressing my dick into her nest of hair for the first time.

    "Please don't make me pregnant." She prayed.

    I managed to stand in that crazy crouch and suck on her titties for agonizing minutes. Her hand sped up, but she didn't jerk me like crazy. She steadily sent happy feelings into the area opposite of the one that hurt so bad.

    "That feels great." I stopped sucking and whispered encouragement.

    "Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry I hurt you again. I-I deserve this." She was submitting to the necessity of making me cum.

    "You're gonna make me cum?"

    "I will, Billy, into my panties. I'll wear your cum for a week. I don't care if I get infected again. I did so much worse to you."

    I kept sucking on her firm breasts and their nipples. I ran my fingers through her hair, and I stroked the sides of her body. I drew her free hand to my mouth and I sucked on her fingers.

    "Mmmmm. Oh, Billy, I want it. I want you to cum!" She pleaded.

    I was almost there. Something about the pain in my ass spurred my arousal like nothing else. "I will, Ms. Hennifer."

    "Now?" Her hand flashed faster along my dick.

    "Nnghh!" I grunted. My pelvis shuddered.

    "I can feel it!" She delighted anew. "It's pulsing." Then she groaned unhappily, full realization of what her week would be like.

    And I came. My balls shot bolts of hot goo behind the thick, cotton panel. I counted, four, five, six. A final gush of melty fluid poured into her crotch, soaking her hair, her panties, and the pout of her vulva.

    "Nooo!!" She wailed. "You're gonna make me pregnant!" Her worst nightmare had begun again. She was weeping when my penis flushed the last of my eager semen into her panties.

    I pulled out of her underwear, careful to keep as much of my cum as I could, between soaked cotton and her vulnerable flesh.

    Sadness returning to her deserving frame, she pointed at her handbag. "Lotion."

    I searched and found the bottle she'd had foresight to bring. I made her rub the soothing cream over my bottom while my cream sought, against all odds, to ignite her engine of creation.

    When I dared to put my pants back on, we left the shed and returned to her car. I had to sit without my bottom touching the seat. We barely made it back in time for second period classes.

    I asked Mr. Yong, if I could stand during class, in back.

    "You don't have to give me a reason, Billy. Thank you for asking, but you can stand whenever you like, as long as you don't block the other students." He had always been a bright light in class, but that day he seemed happy in a way he hadn't before.

    After seating herself, Kelly kept her eyes forward, but when she entered the science room, she couldn't help but notice.

    In the last period of the morning, Ms. Hennifer let me stand and work on a counter in back. She didn't once look at my work, nor did I ask her to check it. I'm sure I earned poor marks that day. Although they weren't the worst marks I had received that day.

    I shuffled my way down the hall, after math. Steve strolled up to me, his friends nowhere in sight. "Mom and Ms. Nurhea really want you to come again, tomorrow afternoon."

    "Do you?"

    "I guess. I'm sorry I hated on you. If this makes up for it, then good on me."

    "Are you getting along better with Trish?"

    "No." He glowered. "But kinda, maybe?" He looked away. "I gotta go." And he took off.

    I made it to Ms. Laghari's room. She was waiting for me at the door. She locked it behind me and warned, "Gloria took an awful risk this morning."

    "I'm sorry."

    "I'm not sure you are, but if you understood the bigger situation better, I believe you would be. You really proved yourself, last Friday."

    "Why did you want me to see you?"

    "I need to assess what Gloria did you, Billy."

    "I don't want to show you."

    "Eh, I can't force you. In fact asking you to drop your pants could get me fired."

    I tried to smile, but I was hurting too much. "I could kiss you again."

    "You look terrible, Billy. Please let me see. I bet, if you showed the school nurse, she would have to call the police."

    I relented. After I dropped my pants, she grimaced at the sight of my ruined flesh. "You have to stop letting her do this to you."

    "I won't."

    "This is madness. My spirit is screaming from looking at it." She shook her head. "Please, Billy, I promised to help you learn about loving sex. This is the farthest from that."

    "I don't care." I pouted fiercely.

    "Does your mother know the extent of your injuries?"

    I nodded, but I grew sad. Mom did know. She lamented my punishment as much as Ms. Laghari.

    The bond I had with Ms. Hennifer was unshakable. I would let my math teacher punish me, right up until Mom took that permission away from her. I didn't tell Ms. Laghari. She would have been on the phone to Mom in a heartbeat.

    "Can you meet me at the warehouse shed after school?"

    I told her, "No." I had something more important to do.

    Ms. Laghari didn't dare keep me long. After I dressed, she unlocked the door and let me go. Across the hall, stood Kelly. A giant grin cleft her face. She took off, scurrying down the hall.

    "Now that could be a complication." Ms. Laghari sighed.

    The rest of my day was much simpler. It sucked. I couldn't concentrate in English. She let me stand in the back of her class, but I could only think of the mischief that Kelly was doubtlessly planning or worse, enacting. I had to beg off from working out, in Mrs. Lum's class. Darrin let me stand too, but he made me sing a solo, and then he made me the subject of that class's drawing. "It was too good an opportunity." He explained. He did have the class thank me, but my solo sucked worse than that afternoon.

    I wanted to bolt away from school, at the end of the day, but I had to settle for a slow walk. Kelly caught up to me before I was out of sight of school grounds.

    "Billy, please talk to me."

    "Huh?"

    "I don't care what you were doing with Ms. Laghari. I won't tell anyone. I promise."

    It was a dumb promise, made by an even dumber girl. I couldn't walk any faster without blurting out in pain. "Go away." I spoke calmly, against the anger inside me.

    "I won't. I want to know why you won't talk to me." She pouted then. "I'm pretty and I'm smart. I get better grades than you. I have more friends that you. Why won't you like me?"

    She had friends? I thought I had her then, "You're not my type."

    "Oh." She quieted, for one second. "What type do you like?"

    I walked instead of talked.

    "Oooo. You make me angry." She was a master pouter. I'll give her that. Abruptly, she looked very curious. "Is Ms. Laghari your type?"

    "N-no." I sputtered. "You dumb girl. I only kissed her to get you off my back." If Ms. Hennifer didn't exist, Ms. Laghari would my type - my first choice.

    "Hmmm." She scrutinized my expression.

    I tried to look blank. The pain my bum helped loads.

    "I think maybe she is." She prodded.

    "If you're so pretty and popular why don't you bug a popular, pretty boy?"

    "They're mean." Suddenly she frowned. "All the teachers like you. Most girls hate that but they don't know what I know." She lured.

    "I don't care. Find somebody else."

    "I would, but I found you first." That utterance, I didn't understand at all. Kelly then grinned. Her capacity to show one face after another was nearly as confusing as her words.

    "I'm going to tell you a secret, Billy. You can't tell anyone."

    "What if I do?"

    "Then, I'll be really, really sad." They were the most sincere words she had uttered during that interminable trudge.

    I didn't hate her. I kept quiet.

    "My mom wants me to find a boy to bring home."

    "She likes to cook for your friends?"

    "Don't be sexist." She pursed her lips to one side. "Mom wants me to have sex, safe sex."

    I laughed! My convulsing lungs invoked pain after pain from my aching butt, but I couldn't stop! I was the least safe boy in the city!

    "You're just as mean as the rest!" She blurted. I thought she might stick out her tongue at me.

    "I won't tell." I countered. I didn't want to be the bad guy. "But you don't want me, you just want a boy toy."

    "Mom won't let me have toys." She didn't get my insult. She pouted again. "She says I have to enjoy myself the natural way, for at least a couple more years."

    I didn't care about her mother or her lack of toys. We had reached Mrs. Shahidi's market. "I have to talk to the owner." I warned her. "You can't come-" I stopped talking.

    Kelly glared at me. She knew something was up.

    Inspiration gripped me. "Kelly, how bad do you want to bring a boy home?"

    Her eyes lit up at this possible crack in my armor. "Real bad, Billy. Mom says I need to start experimenting with boys. She said I could experiment with girls too, but that's yucky." She stuck out her tongue.

    "You better want it really bad, Kelly. I can't promise anything, but something might just work out." I nodded at the shop entrance.

    The sly girl reverted to scrutinizing my expression.

    I didn't care and went inside. "Hi, Mrs. Shahidi."

    "Hello, Billy. What are you looking for today?" There were two other customers. One wore a veil that covered her entire head. The other was boy I'd seen in one of my classes. We hadn't talked. The market lady asked, "Who's your friend?"

    Kelly had followed me. "I'm Kelly."

    "You look very sweet, Kelly. Welcome to my shop. I am Mrs. Shahidi."

    "Uh huh." She nodded. She had heard me call the name.

    "What can I get for the two of you?"

    Her insinuation rankled me. I wasn't 'with' Kelly. "I have to talk to Arturio."

    "He's still at school. Can I give him a message?"

    The boy approached the counter, to buy a bag of gummy worms. He avoided eye contact.

    "Is this all?" Mrs. Shahidi eyed the boy as if she suspected something. That was uncharacteristic of her. She charged him three dollars. I remembered, that candy was only two. The boy paid with coins and low grumbles.

    After he left, I went behind the counter. Kelly stopped at the gap. I asked, "Mrs. Shahidi, has Arturio told you about his girlfriend?"

    The buxom, heavyset woman blanked at my question. She then blinked free of her reaction and spoke in her native language, to the other customer in the shop.

    "Yes, Mother." The woman nodded and went outside. She carried out a box of noodles, obviously without paying. Before leaving, she turned the open sign around to show the shop was closed.

    I blinked at the event. "Is she your daughter?"

    "Oh heavens no." A smile returned to Mrs. Shahidi's face, a jovial one. "Some of the Sisters call me that."

    The mysterious sounding label was lost on me. "I want to make a trade."

    "A trade?"

    "Arturio's girlfriend doesn't like him anymore. She want's to break up, but he won't let her."

    A frown slowly crossed the big woman's face. "What aren't you telling me, Billy?"

    Kelly's head swiveled from the shopkeeper to me and back and forth. I couldn't tell if she was fascinated or leery.

    "That's not mine to tell, but I have a solution." I pointed at Kelly.

    "Me?" My persistent pest flinched.

    Mrs. Shahidi was as shrewd as Tanya when it came to quick evaluations of people. "Does Kelly know what you're talking about?"

    "No." I stood my ground. "But she doesn't care. She wants what I'm going to trade for."

    Kelly took a step back. A flurry of confusion crossed her face. But she clung to her one obsession, me. She saw the dare in my eyes. She couldn't refuse, worried that I might find her lacking. She turned a stern expression to Mrs. Shahidi and nodded.

    "Tell me again, Billy, precisely what you want to trade."

    I had to word it extremely carefully, or I would piss off both of them. "If Arturio frees his girlfriend, I'll ask Kelly to take her place."

    "Kelly is too young to be my son's girlfriend." Mrs. Shahidi tried to shut the deal down with a killer reason.

    "Is he in college or something?" Kelly was a fighter. I'll give her that. She didn't back down.

    Mrs. Shahidi stood silent for a moment. I swear she was stifling massive laughter. "Did Billy not tell you?"

    "No." Kelly aimed knife eyes at me.

    "My son is in fifth grade."

    "What?" Kelly blurted! "And I'm too young?" Days later I was struck by her reaction. Instead of reviling Arturio's age, for a potential boyfriend, she had focused on proving herself to the adult woman.

    "Only someone with great maturity can handle my selfish son." Mrs. Shahidi meant Shannon. Her comment clearly meant that the religious woman was complicit in the high school girl's entrapment. I had to act, or my strange plan would fail.

    "I don't believe you, Mrs. Shahidi." I stepped up to her. The burning in my bottom could not best the burning in my brain. "I think you lost what made you humble. I'm going to teach you not to be rude to Kelly, now." I clutched the middle of her skirt, and began raveling the material upwards. I warned Kelly, "You can leave, if this bothers you."

    The middle school girl's eyes expanded, not from fear but fascination. "Billy, I never imagined you could do something like that!"

    "Stop this, Billy. I shall not be kind, if you don't." She pushed against my busy hands exposing her undergarment.

    I challenged her. "You don't want to stop me, Mrs. Shahidi. You once told me that you needed Arturio to keep you in the grace of humbleness. Now he has a girlfriend. Has he been neglecting you?"

    The boy's mother's eyes burned with the truth. "Please, no. You would humble me, in front of your friend?"

    "She's not my friend." I bet Kelly pouted at that, but she was bound to learn my preferred type eventually. This way, she would become an accomplice of sorts. I swiped the woman's hands away from mine and completed pulling up her dress and long slip. The only thing left protecting her modesty was a sturdy pair of panties. They had not protected her from me before. They wouldn't this time.

    "Please, go." Mrs. Shahidi told Kelly. Her eyes began to glisten. She knew she could not stop me from humiliating her, or in her words, humbling her. I reached between her chunky thighs and slipped my fingers behind a leg band of her panties. Her hips trembled.

    "Nuh uh." Kelly crossed her hands over her flat chest. "I didn't go when Billy told me, I'm not going now. It just starting to get interesting!" She grinned at me.

    At that moment, I briefly considered that, maybe, Kelly could be my friend someday. I dismissed the thought and focused on the hot, furry cleft between Mrs. Shahidi's thighs. Her pelvis lurched as my hand pushed two fingers into her vulva. I felt some wetness there. I slowly wiggled the tips of my fingers.

    "Mmmgghh." She grunted. "This not right, Billy." The plump woman's eyes escaped Kelly's stare. She looked at the door, but no customers would save her. She had told the "Sister", to close her shop, expecting a brief, semi-private chat with me about her son. Instead my hand was inching up her heavily concealed sex. She was getting wet from my gentle fondling. Her tan face reddened.

    "You deserve to feel shame, Mrs. Shahidi. Your son is too selfish. He does mean things to his girlfriend. You should keep a better grip on him." Now that the woman was lubricating, I felt around behind her hairy lips for the entrance to her vagina.

    "My son is willful and disobedient, but he is so happy with her. He is young, and the young need room to find themselves." Finding the inner pucker, I pressed two finger tips, spreading it apart. Mrs. Shahidi's belly shook, and she murmured, "Nooo."

    "By hurting other people?" I wriggled my fingers higher into her sensitive cavity. She was getting very wet. Her juices collected in the palm of my hand.

    "I do not want that. Nngghh." She gasp. "She should not return, if he treats her badly."

    I considered that Mrs. Shahidi did not know of Shannon's attempted theft, and that her son was blackmailing the girl. I dared not reveal it, for my Shannon's sake. I wasn't sure it mattered. Mrs. Shahidi's problem with Arturio went far deeper than letting him prey on a mostly innocent, high school girl. My thumb found the turgid bud of her sex. I rubbed it while my fingers waggled deeper.

    Her body shook and she closed her eyes. "Mmmmmmm." Was she orgasming? Or was it shamed that rocked her?

    "You need this, Mrs. Shahidi, but you wish it was your son's hand pleasuring you."

    "There is no pleasure." She groaned when my thumb suddenly jittered across her special nub. "You are shaming me."

    "Are you going to make her cum, Billy?" Kelly eyes had glazed over, watching me humble the attractive despite being heavy set, large woman.

    "I might stop, if you tell the truth." I ignored the dumb girl's question. I had to keep pressuring this weak mother of a wicked child.

    "Please, stop, Billy." Her face was grimace of embarrassment.

    "Tell me the truth, about Arturio. You are so wet. How long has it been?" I started slipping my fingers in and out of her dripping snatch.

    She sniffed and moaned. "Mmmmm. t-two weeks. He takes the girlfriend into his room, upstairs. When she leaves, she is sad."

    "She was crying, yesterday. Arturio did something cruel to her."

    "I-I don't want to know. He has someone else. That is sad enough for me."

    "You need to put your foot down, with Arturio. Tell him that Kelly will be his girlfriend."

    "I don't know." Suddenly, Kelly voiced her opinion. "Ten years old, and he sounds like a baby."

    "My son is foolish, Kelly, but he can be a good boy."

    "But not a good boyfriend." I kept fucking my fingers into the wet hole. Mrs. Shahidi's hips began grinding against my manipulations. My thumb rubbed her clit harder.

    She groaned. "Oohh, Billy, I am sorry for the girl, but he is my son. I fear, if I interfere, he will not return to me. Unnhhh." Another groan interrupted. "Hhhh-how will a different girl change that?"

    "Kelly will treat him like you should treat him, Mrs. Shahidi." I glanced back at my classmate. She had one hand in her skirt. She was keen for what I was doing to Mrs. Shahidi. "Won't you?"

    "Billy, this is really strange, but I want to meet her son. He sounds awful, but all this is making me feel so tingly!" She gasp. Her hand was moving quick in her skirt.

    "She is too young." Mrs. Shahidi again complained about Kelly's age. "My son will be too strong for her. He is too strong for your friend."

    "You have to trust me, Mrs. Shahidi. Arturio will be tamed, and Kelly will make sure he does not neglect you."

    The girl's eyes boggled. "Y-you mean...?" She grunted "Nnnnggghhh! That's crazy and amazing! He does what you're doing?"

    I nodded. "She is his toy." I said it plainly. My hand fucked the shopkeeper steadily. "Aren't you, Mrs. Shahidi?"

    "No, please. I must not agree."

    Kelly moaned in contemplation. "Mmmmmm... If she is his toy, and I make him mine..." She closed her eyes and her body climaxed. "Aaa-aaaahh- AAAA!!"

    Mrs. Shahidi convulsed again. She could not restrain herself. "OOOOHHHHH BILLY!!! YOUR HAND!!!" Juices poured down my plunging extremity, almost as much as when Ms. Laghari squirted. "I am so ASHAMED!!" The old woman bucked her loins upon my fierce groping. She came like never before. It was especially amazing to make the older woman cum in front of Kelly. I took a perverse pride into showing off my power to the dumb girl who couldn't stop from playing with herself.

    Kelly came a second time when Mrs. Shahidi cried out. "You make it very nasty, Billy!"

    I pulled my hand out of the lady's quivering cunt and displayed her juices. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Shahidi, but I had to do that, to save my friend." The woman's dress fell back in place.

    She sniffled. "I will speak with Arturio." She looked at Kelly. "Are you sure - you will share him?"

    Kelly slumped against the counter. "Wow. I haven't even met your son, Mrs. Shahidi. I don't think I will like him, but if I can take him home, every now and then, I don't care if I do."

    "Can you stay for a while? I want to get to know you." She meant Kelly. "I never did with his old girlfriend. I was too jealous."

    "Uh, can I call my mom?" My class stalker asked.

    "Yes, little sweet water." Mrs. Shahidi pulled the store phone out from under the counter. It was an old thing, but I guess she didn't really need a cell phone. She lived and worked in the same building.

    I suspected I was the third wheel at that point, which suited me. I let Kelly pass. She smiled at me, blushes in her cheeks. "How crazy am I to agree to be a girlfriend to a boy I haven't met?"

    "How crazy is your mom to tell you to bring boys home?" I crept out from behind the counter. "Think of it this way. Arturio is too young to cum. He's the safest boyfriend you could have." I went to the door. "Thank you, Mrs. Shahidi."

    "I am very sorry, Billy. I did not expect you could help me. I am grateful." Mrs. Shahidi bid me with a hopeful smile. Her eyes darted away briefly. The red in her face seeped down her neck. "Y-you can come again - please." I knew what she meant.

    As I walked away from Mrs. Shahidi's market, I suddenly realized, the pain in my behind had faded. It hadn't left, but somehow, by playing with the woman's puss, I had set pain aside. Ms. Laghari had mentioned last week, that doing good can detach your suffering. I hadn't imagined that it was also true in a physical sense.

    I arrived home from school, an hour late. Mom dashed over when I entered the apartment. "Oh, Billy. Ms. Hennifer told me." Her hug conveyed her worry about me, more than her words.

    "I'm okay, Mom." I returned her hug. "It just stings a little."

    "Gloria begged me to revoke my permission to correct you however she sees fit."

    "No, Mom. Don't, please. I-I need her."

    "Let me see." Mom released me.

    Taking down my pants was easier. The pain kept ebbing, but the welts across my backside alarmed her. "How could she do this to you?" They were the darkest bruises she'd ever seen.

    "I wanted her too."

    "I'm not sure, anymore, if I can let you have everything you want, Billy." She took a stern tone.

    "You don't, Mom. You protect me, and you teach me to be good."

    "Not if I allowed something like that." She hurried to the bedroom and returned with a jar of cold cream. "Let me smooth some on it, Billy."

    We moved to the couch and I lay, bare ass, over her lap. Her hand spread cold goo over my bludgeoned flesh.

    "My poor baby."

    "I'm not a baby."

    "I know. You've grown a lot, since we came to the city. But sometimes I need my little Billy."

    I couldn't disagree. I would always love sucking on Mom's perfect breasts by becoming her baby for a little while.

    "Hmm, now that's something only a young man could have, after being injured." Mom giggled unexpectedly.

    My peter had grown hard against her house dress.

    "Is this a sign that you forgive me?" Mom asked less brightly, as if she was hoping I had let go of my anger.

    When I searched my heart, I could not find anger. I silently thanked Ms. Hennifer. Instead of worrying about what Mr. Crocle had done to Mom, I thought of the cum I had poured into my math teacher's panties. Her suffering had just begun, while mine was already fading. My dick lurched at the thought.

    Beneath me, Mom's legs trembled. "You're really hard, Billy. I know that erections don't hurt, unless there's something wrong. Stories about hurting boners are just fantasies, but I can't help but wonder if you're okay."

    What Mom said was true, but I was hurting a little, inside. The remaining pain in my bum cooled further, from mom's application of cold cream. Her soothing strokes had made my dick so hard, along with something else. After giving relief to the neglected, Mrs. Shahidi, I suddenly wondered if I had been neglecting Mom.

    Less than a week ago, I had made her cum like crazy, but she had still gone to Mr. Crocle in pursuit of something just for herself. I realized, lying across Mom's lap, that any one person couldn't provide all that she needed. I took comfort, certain that that Mom would always need me, and not just to be her baby.

    But what about when I grew up? What would Mom need from me as a man? I had made her rub my dick until I came, and I had eaten her delicious puss until she had cum. Those are things that a man did. I wanted more. I needed her to want more from me.
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    Confronting Momma with my desires had been easier when I was angry. My teachers, especially Ms. Laghari and Ms. Hennifer had instilled the lesson. Instead of making Mother submit, winning her cooperation would strengthen our intimate bond beyond being mother and son. Finding the bravery necessary to win her, proved more difficult. I told myself that greater effort would bring greater rewards, and a little kindness was a good way to start.

    "Thank you, Mom. It feels much better."

    She frowned. "It doesn't look better." She examined the half empty jar of cold cream, and she wiped her hand on a damp washcloth fetched along with it. "And you haven't gotten any softer." Her frown twitched with a touch of humor.

    "But, Mom, it's special when we're touching."

    "It seems impossible that a person could suffer a punishment as terrible as you have and still get aroused." She avoided addressing what was special about our intimacy.

    But what about her? I asked myself. What had driven Mom to go with Dad, to Mr. Crocle and allow him to use her in private? I didn't want to accept that she'd had needed to. She had once sought relief in secret and ended up letting Mr. Gorgev abuse her.

    I wanted to be grateful that she had allowed me to join her and the Crocle's that difficult day. Pondering it, in front of Mom, I had to fight my heart's wrenching. If I had cried in her presence, I wouldn't have thought less of myself. I fought to empathize with her.

    Unexpectedly, wrestling with my jealousy prompted a better kind of bravery. I asked her, "Should I forgive you, Mom? Will that stop you from going to someone like Mr. Crocle again?"

    She set down the jar of cold cream and folded her arms under her breasts, as if she felt guilty. "I think you know, Billy. Let's not play a game about it."

    I squirmed off of her lap and stood in front of the couch cushion she sat on. Pink tinged her cheeks. She was right. I shouldn't treat the desires that drove her, like a game. That wouldn't earn back her trust.

    "He put his peter in your mouth, Mom." I took a long, slow breath. "I don't like that, even though I forgive you." My erection twitched at her. Her eyes darted to it, and she blushed a little deeper.

    Bravery faltering, I confessed, "There are so many things I still have to learn and do, before I'm really grown up, Momma. Ms. Hennifer has helped, in one way, but I've learned more and grown more because of you. Because I love you, Mom. I'm sorry I made you do things when I was selfish. I'm still selfish." I pouted. "I want you to want me, like you wanted Mr. Crocle." There. I'd said it.

    Tears popped out of Mom's eyes. She hugged herself and pressed her knees tightly together. Despite the tears, she stared at my hardon and dangling ball sack. It had grown hot from our verbal intercourse and was trying to cool its contents. "Oh, Billy!" She gasp.

    I expected her to say more, but she clamped her mouth shut. Her eyes dripped less and attended my loins more. Her body shuddered, and she looked at me with incredible, repressed passion. I had seen this before, when I'd stood up for her against Mr. Cherkle.

    Mrs. McDougal had separated us then and possibly saved us. Here was a chance for me to earn Mom's trust, at least a little bit. I thought and thought, how to cool the situation. Mom came to our rescue and proved that she was stronger than that first time. Still, it was awfully difficult for her to admit, "I-I worry that I need you, Billy, more than I need your father." She wept her confession. "Or will, someday."

    "No, Momma!" My speech reverted to simpler times. "Not Daddy." My heart wrenched anew. I would hate myself if I ever betrayed Father. That I had, in little ways since moving to the city, those memories summoned heavy guilt to my guts.

    "Billy!" She called sharply. "You've never wronged your father. You have to believe me." She shot up from the couch and grabbed my shoulders. "Do you trust me?"

    "Yes, Momma!" I wanted to cry. She was resolute. I instantly grokked the big word's meaning, from Mom's presence. Her steadfastness shut down my budding self-loathing.

    "Sweet Son, it would take an hour to explain the complexity of your father's love for us. But what's happening right now, between us, is more important than talk." She released me, and her arms fell at her sides. She looked down at my penis. It remained as stiff as it could get. "Make me do something, Billy, please. I won't refuse you." The need in Mom's voice drowned out all the words she had ever used to explain her need for - something just for herself.

    Mom had a stronger need, one just for us.

    I gaped at Mom's bowed head. Her need compelled me to act. Mother needed me! I must think, not fret. Jealousy remained as a memory, but it tainted my response, when after long seconds, I told her what to do.

    Much stronger than my residual jealousy, I still worried about making Father sad. Mom had eased my guilt, but prudence informed my decision about how to use her.

    "You have to do what I say, Mom."

    She nodded. The tip of her tongue swept across her lips, as if she guessed how I would grant forgiveness. "Yes, Billy."

    "I'm going to wash your mouth out." My rigid member bounced upon telling her.

    "My mouth?" She kept her head bowed.

    "His penis was in it."

    Mom nodded again. "I understand." Her voice had become husky. Her lungs breathed faster.

    I was pretty sure she did not understand, but she would. If Mom needed me to make her do something, I wanted the right to do anything. "Put me in your mouth, Mom." I stepped back to make room for her.

    "Yes." She trembled as she knelt, but her voice issued full of desire. Mom opened her mouth, leaned forward, and closed her lips around the head of my penis. It jerked against their pressure. It felt wonderful! I trembled from the sensation. "Ohhh, Momma."

    "Mmmm." She hummed. Then she was licking my rubbery prick head. I wanted to cum, right then! Maybe I would have, if I hadn't filled Ms. Hennifer's panties to the brim, scant hours ago.

    My nuts nearly burst again when Mom sucked the length of my manhood deep into her mouth. Her tongue swathed all around my twitching shaft. She moaned again. I groaned, "You have the best mouth, Momma!"

    She nodded, which provoked my shaft a third way. I think she smiled. I flew to heaven, but I resisted the urge to fuck her mouth. She had to please me. I was resolute about that.

    Her tongue made my dick jerk seven times before she pulled her head halfway off of me. She sucked hard on the half in her face, lashing the tip with her tongue. Then she swallowed me up again, immediately bobbing her head up and down, relinquishing and swallowing my cock, in an attempt to pull cum from my balls. Her hands grabbed my sore cheeks from behind and played their fingers against my bruises. Lightly, so as to inflame as well as counter the pleasure her mouth fucked across my erection.

    "Oooohhhh!!!" My hands flew to her head, but I didn't pull or push. I wanted to feel Mom's rocking skull from the outside as well as the inside. I couldn't prevent the occasional, involuntary humps my hips lurched against her face, but I tempered them. "Uuuunnnghhhh!" I groaned.

    "Mmmm." She cooed against my quivering staff of flesh.

    "I love you." I said stupidly. My thoughts swirled as if pleasure had lassoed and spun them.

    "Mm-MMM!" She loved me back. Her lips mouthed the words as gobbled up my prick and let it slide out again.

    The pressure in my seminal bulb built slowly. I fought every engorging sperm. I had been practicing groin exercises that Ms. Laghari had described. Strengthening certain muscles would someday enable stronger and multiple orgasms. Today I would put those muscles to a different task. I looked down at Mom's bobbing head, and reeled from the waves of joy that she surged into me. My lips pressed into a thin line. I hoped she would understand.

    "gbl- so- gg- hard!" Mom gurgled with delight.

    I admonished her. "You have to suck, Mom, not talk."

    Mom nodded again. For a third time, I almost blew my load into her throat. The tip of my dick just barely reached her limit, each time her lips slapped against my crotch. I hunched reflexively. My prick head tapped the back of her neck, from the inside.

    "Gggkk!" Mom choked, then her gullet relaxed, allowing me to thrust deeper down her throat!

    Soon, the incredible sensations would rob my self-control, and threaten my plan. I had to resist cumming. I held out for as long as I could, under her exquisite, oral ministrations.

    "Momma!" I cried out with warning.

    "MM!! MMM!" She encouraged and sped up her cyclical sucking.

    My dick lurched! My balls churned! My hands dug into Mom's hair and forced her noggin still, my cock poking halfway between her lips. "Stop!" I shouted. "But don't let go, Mom!" I clenched the muscles I had been training. Ecstasy blossomed like fireworks throughout my body. My mind reeled from orgasmic pleasure! I maintained the clench. I hoped by daring to do this, my mother would learn that, when she needed me, she mustn't limit me.

    Mom didn't resist, but when the flood of cum she was expecting, failed to erupt from her son's meat tube, which she lovingly nursed, she looked up at me, bewildered.

    She saw my ecstatic grimace as I fought my body's natural reaction. Inner muscles contested, until my will defeated nature. My plan had formed from a memory of Ms. Laghari. I remembered the day she'd orgasmed with copious squirting, washing my face and drenching my shirt. For my mother, it would be no accident. "Don't move!" I commanded as I felt the pressure in my seminal bulb retreat to my balls. I held Mom's head still.

    The muscles I had used to stop myself from cumming relaxed. "That felt great, Mom." I assured her, "But now I'm going to wash Mr. Crocle out of your mouth. I relaxed another set of muscles, and the fluid they held back shot through my groin, up my rigid prick, and into Mom's mouth.

    Mom's eyes flew wide open when my hot pee launched, flooding tongue!

    "Don't move!" I repeated.

    Her head shook, unintentionally she told me later. My gushing urine hosed every part of her mouth. It spilled out of the temporary gap between her lips during her involuntary shake. Steaming pee ran down her cheeks and chin. Some of it dribbled along her neck. Her gaze swirled. She looked to be in utter shock, that I would do such a wicked thing.

    Guilt once more flared and gripped my heart. If I had warned her when she first tasted my prick, she might have refused and prevented me from owning her completely! The potential wrongness of my choice eroded the intense pleasure she had given me. I quailed at thought of losing more of her trust!

    Mom's delirious eyeballs steadied. Life returned to them with a blaze of fire! Her body lurched from the waist, and a wave of motion shot up her spine until it threw her head off of my squirting peter. "AAAAAHHH!!!" She coughed, spattering pee. My penis trickled bright yellow on her face, as she gasped for breath. "BILLY!!" She shouted! "I've never cum like that!" She coughed but did not dodge the last squirts of pee that splashed on her amazed expression.

    "Oh, Momma! I'm sorry!" I flung myself down, my arms surrounding her, believing I had abused her cruelly. "I wanted you to be all mine, when you need me. I went too far!"

    "Oh, Honey!" She returned my hug. I heard her gulp, no doubt swallowing some of my directly deposited urine. The pee on her face and neck soaked into my cheek and shirt. It didn't smell terrible. "That was incredible!" Her arms squeezed me. "I've never cum from sucking on a man before today." I felt her heart racing, and her blood pounding. I imagined her nerves jangled like mine, with pleasant ringing.

    "I peed on you, Momma! I peed in you!" I wailed, not yet accepting her forgiveness, nay, her inconceivable gratitude!"

    "I know! It was nasty, but it made me cum so hard!"

    All I heard was, "...It was nasty!..." I began to cry.

    Mom was not a virgin to water-sports. Neither she nor Dad were inclined to engage it them, but she had tried many strange things in college, with women and men. I did not learn this until I began university.

    "Why didn't you want to cum, Billy?" She changed the subject, since denying the awfulness of my act had no effect.

    "I came really hard, Momma." I sniffed back further tears. "But I stopped myself from ejac-lating."

    "You orgasmed but didn't cum?"

    I nodded. Sniffles continued.

    "I'm glad, Billy." Mom grinned. "Now you won't be hard in front of our client tonight!" She teased.

    "I'm sorry."

    "No, Sweetie, you made Momma cum. It was wonderful!"

    Finally it sank in. Mom wasn't mad. "Huh?" But I peed on her, I recoiled. "You like being peed on?"

    Mom sucked in her lips and shook her head. She tried to explain. "It wasn't the pee, Billy. It was the surprise- No, that's not quite right." She puzzled to explain her experience.

    "Pee is nasty." I echoed, guiltily.

    "Yes." Mom agreed with a nod. "But not particularly foul, when fresh." She stood up, out of our hug and sat on the couch. I had soaked most of her blouse. She leaned forward and took my hands in hers. "Billy, you gave me everything I needed and more."

    "But the pee-" I was a one note confessor.

    "Hush." She commanded. "I'm not sure you'll understand. When I asked to you make me do something, I wanted all my control taken. By surprising me with something nasty, you forced me to accept that I had no control, in a way that has never happened to me before."

    Momma wasn't mad - is what I did understand. And she did accept what I'd needed, full control over her. A giddiness overcame me. I was even grateful that I'd never do that nasty thing again to my mother. It had lost its surprise. I couldn't stop smiling a huge grin.

    "Oh dear," Mom cleared her throat. "You'll be insufferable for weeks." Then Mom made it perfectly clear who was in charge from that moment on. "Go and wash your hands, and get out the ingredients for tonight's client. I'll take a quick shower, and I'll pack them and the equipment we'll bring, while you shower. She glared at me. I hopped to!

    Tanya helped to load the cab with the few things we had with us. There were half as many as we'd brought to the Kampolds'. The client, a Ms. Louis, had ordered the least expensive meal but with express service which cost more than the meal. It didn't make sense.

    "This is a lower, middle class neighborhood. Has it begun to gentrify?" Tanya asked as she turned onto the destination's street.

    "You would know better than I." Mom shrugged. Aside from her gorgeous, blue dress, she was wearing the same smile I had on my face. We kept nudging each other playfully in the backseat. Occasional snorts drifted to us from the driver's seat.

    "The crime rate here is actually quite low. It's a tight and diverse community. Housing prices haven't shot up so much that individuals would abandon what they've accomplished together." Tanya lectured.

    Stymied in her attempt to crack her passengers' reverie, Tanya pulled up in front of Ms. Louis' house and got out to open the door for us.

    A tubby but not huge, black woman, possibly thirty, ran out of the house towards us. She waved and called, "Welcome!" Her eyes zeroed in on me, and the glow that suddenly filled her intimidated me. She offered her hand to Mom. "Ms. Androni!"

    Mom shook it and returned the greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Louis. I'm Faun."

    "Please, I like Miss. I'm not married. Come in! Come in! Can I help carry your things?" The excited woman's eyes kept darting at me.

    "We're suppose to make your evening as relaxing and enjoyable as possible." Mom refused. Miss Louis could have hired a maid for a month, for what she had paid for an express, simple meal.

    "Are you Billy?"

    "Hi." I waved sheepishly.

    "You're more adorable than- Ahem. At least, let me open the door." Miss Louis interrupted herself and darted back to her house.

    When I approached the door she held, after Mom but before Tanya, the energetic lady opened it wider, although I was smaller and carrying less.

    Tanya set the few dishes she carried, on the woman's kitchen counter. The client's kitchen was larger than ours, but it was pretty small. I guessed the house had two bedrooms and one bath. The large framed cabbie leaned to me and said. "She is strange, yes? The lady needs something from you, but she is not dangerous. Quite the opposite." Tanya raised her eyebrows, curious. She thanked Mom and I for our patronage and drove away

    I readied to scrub the potatoes. Mom arranged the tools and dishes and examined Miss Louis' oven and stove.

    Miss Louis entered when Mom started cleaning a very large chicken. Mom would have done it before we left, except our amazing time together had precluded the task. "Do you have everything you need? I could go to the store." Our client offered

    "You're a dear to ask, Miss Louis. We are more than sufficiently equipped. Please enjoy our service to the full extent." Mom hinted.

    The eager woman retreated to the main room. The house had no dining area. We would serve her at the small, kitchen table which Miss Louis had covered with a cloth printed in roses and buttercups. Seeing that charming simplicity summed up how I felt about Miss Louis. Tanya was right. She was no one to worry about.

    "Excuse me." Miss Louis squeaked from the main room. I had just scrubbed the third, large potato. Mom decided to make one meal large enough for days of leftovers. "Can I borrow Billy for just a second? I don't want to interrupt your flow, but I'm not in any hurry to eat. The stars know, I don't need it." She chuckled, failing to hide a little insecurity about her weight.

    Mom noted I had finished my first task. "I don't mind, if you need his help."

    "Something like that." She laughed. It sounded a little forced.

    "Billy?" Mom said my name less like an inquiry and more like a suggestion.

    I shrugged. Honestly, Tanya's assessment of our client had erased my initial concern. I walked into the main room wiping my hands on one of the clean, dish cloths we had brought. "Yes, Ma-am?" I inquired.

    Miss Louis bit her lip. "Do you think I'm attractive?"

    Huh? I thought the word, but didn't say it.

    "Never-never mind." She shook her head and pointed at a cable remote. "Are you good with electronics?" She eyed my amazing watch.

    "Um, a little, I guess." I knew how a remote worked, even if we didn't have TV at home.

    "I changed the batteries, earlier today, but I think I put them in the wrong way. It's not working. Could you check it?"

    "Okay." I picked up the remote and pulled out the batteries. They were in the wrong direction. I set them according to the diagram behind the cover and snapped the cover closed. I pointed the wand at the TV and pressed the power button. Nothing happened.

    Miss Louis, frowned as if she had practiced it. "Are you sure you put them in right?" She asked without a hint of disappointment.

    "Yes, Ma-am."

    "Oh!" She tapped a palm to her forehead. "I must have put dead batteries into it. I shouldn't save the dead ones in the same drawer as the fresh ones. I forget which is which." She apologized with a wan smile. "Could you help me?" She started for the hall to the bath and two bedrooms.

    "Um." A little of my original concern returned, but she was our client, and Mom would never be more than a couple dozen steps away. "Okay." I followed her.

    Miss Louis led me to what must be the guest room. She opened a small drawer at the bottom of a dresser. "You should be able to tell by the dates printed on them, I guess." She turned a helpless shrug at me.

    I went to the open drawer. She stepped away, as if there was a trap in the dresser. That was ridiculous. I peered into the drawer and began examining the batteries. They all had the same date but were divided by a partition. I hoped she had placed most of the fresh ones in the same section.

    I noticed a 9-volt and remembered a prank I used to pull. If you licked the nubs at the top of the battery, a fresh one would give you a shock. I licked it but nothing happened. I guessed the other compartment had fresh batteries. I picked out two that fit the remote and inserted them carefully.

    "Billy." Miss Louis sat on the bed. "Before we test those, can I talk with you about something?" Her voice was just above a loud whisper.

    "I guess so." I glanced at the open door to the hall.

    She looked at her fingers. They intertwined stiffly on her lap. "I, uh, understand that you like to make babies."

    HUH? I may have said it, a little bit.

    "I'm sorry." Her voice dropped to whispered. "You must think I'm crazy." She struck her thighs with her hands. "I can't believe I paid all that money!" Her voice grew ... sad.

    What Tanya had seen in Miss Louis, appeared to me. This woman had taken a bizarre risk, hiring Mom and I. I reminded myself, the lady had hired us - for a pleasant evening. I shouldn't let her be sad. "How do you know that, Miss Louis?" I asked as politely as I could.

    "I-I can't tell you." She sniffed. "Is it true?" Hope was two brief sparks in her eyes.

    "Can you tell me why you want to know?" I struggled to use my best grammar.

    She bit her lip again. "I need a baby, but I can't afford a sperm bank."

    Banks were probably the most expensive places in the world, I thought. They had all the money. The sad lady wasn't ugly, just a little fat. I thought further. Her breasts and hips were really big compared to her waist.

    She added, "I can't do it with a man. He'd have to be the father. Even if I got pregnant anonymously, a DNA test might identify him." She sighed. "I'm sorry, Billy. I let myself grasp at foolish straws, I even paid for express service because I knew today would be my most fertile one."

    Just to be clear, I asked Miss Louis, with more confidence that I should have, given the situation, "Do you want me to make babies with you?"

    The lady frowned at me, as if I had poured salt on a wound. She swallowed to clear her throat. "Yes, Billy. I would do anything to have a baby."

    The woman's mix of desperation and meekness touched my heart, and it had hardened my peter. Maybe that's why I was feeling confident.

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    A faint anger accompanied my genuine empathy for the poor lady's situation. She hadn't paid for one of Mom's wonderful meals. Miss Louis had spent all that money to ask me to make babies with her. That wasn't right. It wasn't particularly wrong. Along with a little anger I felt a little sad, for Mom.

    But how did Miss Louis learn about my trysts? I counted the women who could have told her. Ms. Crocle didn't because Miss Louis had ordered tonight's service before I met Mavis. I couldn't believe my teachers would risk jobs. That left Mrs. Dinty, Mrs. Abbey, Mrs. Cherkle, and Ms. Kampold. I was pretty sure Mrs. McDougal respected her tenants' privacy. Except for spying on all of us, the witch wouldn't tattle.

    I needed to know who had told. Although it bothered me that Miss Louis wasn't really interested in Mom's cooking, I couldn't dislike her for wanting to be a mother. She seemed nice. She had a nice house, despite her low income. I doubt I had any ability to judge, but I felt she would be a good mom. It seemed like Miss Louis didn't want to deal with a father. So I didn't have to worry about that. My decision boiled down to, she had something I wanted, and I had something she wanted.

    Miss Louis must have wondered why I was thinking for so long. She grew increasingly anxious. "I don't have any diseases. I had a blood test for everything." She blurted - hoping to sway me. She quieted and sighed. "I-I don't have much experience with uh, boyfriends."

    "It's not difficult." I reminded her.

    "Are you talking about sex or getting pregnant?" She was curt at first. "I'm sorry. I-I get offers, but the men who come on to me are incredibly selfish. Just because I'm not a young and thin bikini model, men think I'm desperate. Maybe I would be if I craved sex more than I do. I don't dislike sex. It's rarely on my mind, whereas I've wanted to be a mother since I was a girl playing with dolls."

    "Making babies is wonderful!" I cried, astonished by her confession. Who couldn't like making babies? I had to force my astonishment to the back of my mind. Who told her about me and doing that?

    "Orgasms are nice." Was all she admitted. She waited, biting her lip.

    "You said you would do anything." I started by reminding her. "If you tell me how you found out about me, I'll make babies with you."

    The twin sparks of hope in her eyes flared! "Is that all?" She was astonished. I guess I could have asked for more. "I'll tell you, Billy. I'm not suppose to, but I won't need them anymore if you get me pregnant."

    "Them?"

    "The Fookbase website has a group for local women trying to get pregnant. Last week, the member, Central Ivory, posted about getting pregnant by a young man who works with his mother for Meals on Heels. She didn't promise anything but explained how you were a perfect solution for her and her impotent husband. I've been saving money for artificial insemination for three years, but after upkeep to my house and paying the mortgage and taxes, there's never much left to save. I don't even have a car."

    The story surprised me. What lady was brave enough to admit that she had sex with a thirteen year old? Or had she? If she'd literally posted 'young man,' it wouldn't sound illegal. From the same train of thought, I wondered, how old did Miss Louis think I was? Maybe that didn't matter to her. Maybe she was so intent on getting pregnant, my age hadn't registered. She knew what mattered. I could get women pregnant.

    Although Miss Louis had ratted on her group's, Central Ivory, the black woman looked less ready to make babies. Apprehension loomed in her eyes. Had she suddenly realized my age?

    My candidates for the woman who'd told on me, narrowed. Mrs. Dinty, and Mrs. Cherkle, of course Mrs. McDougal didn't do much with the internet, or for that matter, Mrs. Guthrie. I was pretty sure, Mrs. Abbey would have told me if she were pregnant, and although she pretended to want me to impregnate her, I think she was content with being Shannon's mom. Unless I was wrong about the others, Central Ivory was probably Ms. Kampold. Suddenly, I was a father again. The married woman, whose husband had bothered Momma, had no reason to tell me of our pregnancy, especially if she wanted her husband to believe the child was his.

    Apprehension claimed me. My yearning to be a man took a blow. Wasn't I more than just a source of sperm? Conversely, my fear of being seen as a child, took comfort.

    "I don't want to get you in trouble." I confessed to the anxious woman.

    "I don't care about the law, Billy." She reassured. "Central Ivory swore that you wouldn't tell anyone."

    I shook my head to affirm Mrs. Kampold's promise. My peepee wasn't as hard as it had been with Mom, but it was more than hard enough to send the sperm I had saved, into the extra curvy, crucible of life awaiting it.

    How should we proceed? Should I take off my clothes? Should she? How naked did we need or want to get? And what about Mom in the kitchen? We heard the oven door open and a weighted, metal pan slide onto the rack. "Dinner will be served in a little more than an hour." Mom announced. "Feel free to keep helping Miss Louis while the chicken's roasting, Billy. I brought a book."

    Miss Louis got up and quietly closed the guest room's door. She turned to me. "What can I do to make you cum as much as you can inside me?"

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    Huh. The nice lady's question blanked my thoughts. Few if any of the women I'd made babies with had asked what I liked before. The question helped me to understand how serious she was. Miss Louis probably wouldn't do ANYTHING, but I doubt she had many limits beyond obvious ones. Myself, I would never want to injure anyone. Lingering soreness in my behind emphasized that.

    However, without limits, it was hard to decide what I liked. I loved the many fun things I'd done while making babies! I was lucky to have experienced such a variety in such a short time. Ms. Laghari wanted me to experience a better balance, with more loving sex. A little guilt found me, remembering.

    I had been sorta mean to the woman I loved most, only an hour ago. Exerting full control over Mom was what she wanted, but peeing in her mouth still felt wrong. Maybe Miss Louis was my chance to balance out my guilt. I looked at the woman who was eager to have my baby, really paying attention to her expression, her features, her body.

    Again, my prolonged contemplation made the kind woman a little nervous, and when I stared with intention, a blush surfaced in her brown cheeks.

    "It must be difficult for you, with your mother just down the hall." She fretted, knitting her fingers repeatedly. She gave a false laugh, "Central Ivory promised your mother wouldn't interfere, but maybe she was just lucky."

    I suddenly wished I could have loving sex with Momma. I sensed I could, if I pressed her, but she would tell Dad if he asked. Heck, I would tell him, if he asked. Then Dad would be sad for certain. Terribly sad, I worried. Making babies with Mom might never happen, unless our family dynamic changed. Yet I yearned for it, to be with my mother in the most intimate, loving way. I would cum harder and more than ever before. Of that, I was certain.

    That certainty lead me to what I wanted from Miss Louis. It would be a game, I told myself, pretend, make-believe. I wanted her to pretend to be a momma, and I would pretend to be that momma's son. A great worry nagged me, though. If I asked Miss Louis to play like a mother, making babies with her son, would she think I was a Momma's Boy? Mavis' question returned with a vengeance. That they both had dark skin provoked my prejudice, associating Mavis' challenge with Miss Louis. How could I get what I wanted, what she wanted, without losing her respect?

    The woman rocked on her feet, waiting for me to end her anxieties. "It sure would be hard for me to learn my son was making babies in other women." She confessed. Her fingers clenched each other. "Unless they were in a committed relationship." She added hastily.

    I immediately wanted to forgive her for so slight a selfishness. I would gladly foreswear making babies with anyone but my mom, if it were possible. I wanted to tell Miss Louis, I thought she would be a good mother.

    That thought was the key to keeping her respect. "I-I think any boy or girl would be happy if you were their mom."

    An inch of her anxiety retreated from her tense height. She realized I had made my decision.

    "But," I swallowed to clear my throat. "I would enjoy finding out how good a mom you could be."

    "I don't understand." Her rocking stilled.

    "I would really enjoy testing you. If you showed me what being your son was like, by pretending to be his mom, I think I could cum very hard." Telling her that put extra stiffness into my peter. It poked out behind my pants. "I want to be your very naughty boy."

    Miss Louis' eyes bugged out a little. Had I shocked her? "Oh, my." She huffed rapid breaths and started wobbling side to side from giddiness. She noticed my increased erection, and her eyes boggled a little more. "Oh, o-okay." She finally agreed.

    She was still nervous, but for a new reason. She told me later, that she worried if I didn't like the kind of mother she pretended to be, then maybe I wouldn't cum in her!

    I started our game. "Mommy?" I pretended to sigh and looked up at the big-ish woman. The top of my head reached her chubby chin. I walked up to Miss Louis and put my arms around her stomach, which was slightly narrower than her large breasts. My hands could reach my wrists. I pretended, "Why did you have to take away my video games for a week?"

    "Uh ... um..." She uttered, out of character. Did she know how to pretend? It's not easy to jump into a role from scratch. One starting line of dialogue is hardly helpful, but she did return my hug. She was very warm, and oh so soft! My head pushed the top of her blouse into her cleavage. I had to turn my head to avoid suffocating.

    We hugged for about a minute. I nearly blurted another line, but she found appropriate words. "Because Mamma saw you playing with yourself, last night."

    "Playing with myself?" I pretended confusion. "But I always play by myself, when I don't have friends over."

    "I mean-" Miss Louis paused. "Can I call you Walt? If I have a son, that's what I'd call him, Walter." She asked.

    It wasn't a bad name, but even at that age, I didn't like the Walt Disney company. Mario was much better than a dumb mouse with big ears who was represented by evil lawyers. "Uh, okay." I nodded

    She continued. "Walt, I meant that I caught you masturbating your little penis."

    "Oh." I cringed and looked sad. "That's not okay?"

    "Um," She pursed her lips. "It depends, Honey. Doing that is suppose to be private. I saw you jerking yourself in the living room."

    "But you took my video games away! That's not fair! I only did it once, and it was late. I thought you were sleeping."

    "I wasn't sleeping, Walt. I've had trouble sleeping."

    "Why." I looked guilty as if it might be my fault.

    "The last time I cleaned your room, I found a disgusting mess in tissues beside the bed."

    "You're punishing me because you can't sleep?" I adroitly put two and two together.

    "I'm punishing you because I don't want to be reminded about what you're doing!" She tried to explain.

    "How is that my fault?"

    "Not only can you not jerk off in the house, except your room, I want you to clean up better when you do! Now do you understand?"

    "I guess, Mamma. I'll try, but why?"

    My pretend mother confessed, "Because knowing what you're doing makes me want to do it too, and something worse."

    "Something worse? What do you mean?"

    "Oh, Honey, I can't tell you that." Miss Louis walked to the bed and sat on the edge. She hung her head and covered her eyes. "That would be terrible. When I saw you last night, I had to run to my room and masturbate - to stop myself from being horrible to you."

    I smiled for real. She had given the perfect excuse and plan. "Horrible? You mean like taking away my video games?"

    "No," She told the palms of her hands. "It's much worse than that."

    "I wanna know. Please, tell me." I begged.

    "I-I just can't, my sweet Walt." She kept her head bowed.

    I took advantage of her lack of attention, by unbuckling my belt. Then I unclasp my good pair of trousers and unzipped the front. A second later, my pants and underwear were down to my thighs, and I held my stiff penis in the open. I began slipping my hand over it's smooth length. "Mamma, will this make you tell me?"

    "Huh?" She looked up and her eyes bulged at what I was doing. "Walter Louis, you put that back in your pants, right now!" She ordered, but not very loudly.

    "No, Mamma, not until you tell me what you want when you see me doing this." I stroked my dick more deliberately.

    She gulped at the sight of my blatant masturbation. "I would never spank you, dear Walt, but I can take away your computer privileges, as well as your video games."

    "I don't care about that, Mamma." I jerked a little faster.

    "You won't get any dessert." She licked her lips while continuing to stare at my modest sized manhood for a man. Some anxiety returned to her, making her tremble.

    My hand never slowed. Something about me doing it for real was troubling her for real.

    "Please, Walt." She maintained the game. "Don't. Please stop that."

    "Why, Mamma, this is my room. If you don't want to see what happens, then maybe you should leave."

    "I can't- and I mustn't tell you. It's not right. I would be an awful mom if I told you."

    "Then I'm going to keep playing with myself. I like it." I added with a surly grin. My hand only gripped lightly, drawing the skin forward and reversing without rubbing the skin but using the skin to rub my shaft. Lube felt much better, but this way still felt very good.

    "No- Honey, I-I'll do something terrible."

    "Why, Mamma?" I pressed by pushing out my hips while I jacked on my prick.

    "B-because you're gonna cum, Walt. I'll just die if I see you cum!"

    "Then look away, or leave." I was enjoying toying with her.

    "But I'll know. I couldn't sleep after seeing you doing that, last night. All I could think about was how you're wasting your cum!" Another clue spilled from her lips.

    "How am I wasting my cum? I'll make more."

    "But-" She winced. She really was worried that I might cum before we made babies. She wailed, "It should go where it belongs!"

    I smiled then, and slowed my jacking hand, but I didn't stop. "Where do you mean? I put the tissues with my cum, in the trash, except that one time." I hastened to add.

    "Now I have to tell you. You've forced me," Mamma Louis pretended to cry. "It belongs in a pussy, Walt." She confessed.

    I slowed my hand again. "But I don't have a pussy to cum in." I reasoned.

    "Yes, you do, Honey." She grimaced. "That's how I would be awful to you - when I see you doing that. I want your cum in me!"

    I acted dumbstruck. My hand slowed again.

    Miss Louis licked her lips, a little less nervous since I was barely masturbating. She improvised the naughty details of the mother she pretended to be. "Your Mamma loves cum, Walt.

    "I grew up with three younger brothers, and when the oldest, Jackson, showed me that he could cum, I thought it was so amazing, I wanted to feel it every time he jacked off.

    "At first, I helped him to finish, catching his hot sperm in my hands. I would rub it all over my body. Sometimes, when I did that, he would get hard again, and I would get to bathe myself in more of his cum. The best of those early days was when I got to bathe myself four times, but that was with Hank, when my youngest brother started to cum. When catching my brothers' cum dulled, I started masturbating them. They were eager for my jerking hands.

    "One day, my middle brother, Ellis, dared me to taste his cum. Twenty four hours later, I started sucking him and his brothers, wanting only to drink every drop. I made them promise not to cum anywhere else.

    "Over the three or four years of playing with and swallowing my brothers' cum, I always felt guilty, that somehow I was doing my brothers and myself a great injustice. I knew where cum was suppose to go. Growing guilt, over wasting their cum, broke my resistance to doing what I should have.

    "I started with Hank because he was still young and sweet. The older two had started taking my sucking mouth for granted, which made me sad. But Hank was also stupid. He bragged to his brothers that I was letting him fuck me. Ellis and Jackson quickly figured out how to guilt me about their sperm, and soon I was fucking all of them. I still would be, if they hadn't gone off and gotten married. I only got fat and poor."

    Wow, that was amazing improvisation! I thought. I stopped jerking myself halfway through her incredible story, to pay full attention.

    "When I saw you jerking off in the living room, last night, I wanted to prevent you from wasting your cum, but mammas aren't suppose to do naughty things with their sons." She blocked her view with a hand, of my protruding penis, and averted her eyes. "Please, Walt, I mustn't see it or find out you've been wasting your cum. I bet it's rich and potent and would make a baby in me, the very first time." She rose up from sitting. "I should go. Let's not talk about this again."

    One strange thing I noticed. She had used naughtier words talking about her make-believe brothers, but when she resumed talking to me she spoke more politely, except for the word, cum. Miss Louis walked away from the bed.

    "You're right, Mamma." I told her and moved in front of the door. "I was being bad, masturbating when you could see or find out. I deserve my punishment, and I won't trouble you that way any more. I promise."

    "I'm glad to hear it, Honey." She had to avert her eyes again when she tried to step around me. I moved to block her. She saw my wagging pecker. "Please, let me get to the door." She shifted to her right.

    "No, Mamma." I stepped in her way and grabbed my prick. "I still need to cum."

    "But you just promised-"

    "I did, Mamma. I don't want to waste my cum anymore. I want to put it in a pussy."

    Miss Louis' eyes widened again. She took quick, heavy breaths. "Y-you don't know what you're saying."

    "You said it, Mamma. My cum needs to go where it belongs."

    "But you don't have a girlfriend!" She licked her dark lips.

    "I have you!" I reached out my other hand and cupped the front of her skirt. "I don't want you to feel guilty ever again."

    "Th-that's not right!" She stepped back from my palm pressing her skirt. "I would be awful if I let you do that."

    "But you have to, because wasting cum is worse. Isn't that right?"

    She put a hand to her heaving chest and blinked, pretending to resist, one last time, what we both wanted to do. "I-I never should have told you. You're using it against me, like Ellis and Jackson did!"

    "I don't want to be like them, Mamma. I want to be like little Hank."

    She reversed herself abruptly, at my announcement. "Oh, Honey! I'm sorry I implied that you were trying to guilt Mamma into putting your cum in her. It's my fault, for not being able to help myself, for letting you waste it when I wanted it so badly."

    I use my best puppy dog eyes, to show how I wanted to be her sweet boy. Not that Mom was ever fooled by that trick, but it always gave her a smile. My prick bounced up, pointing at the front of her skirt. "Why do you want it so much, Mamma?"

    She rested her hands on my shoulders. "Because, Walt, when I was keeping my brothers from wasting their cum, my Mamma had made me wear an IUD. It's a kind of birth control. Mamma never found out that I was doing anything naughty with Jackson, Ellis, and Hank, but she worried that I might get pregnant from a boy at school or from a rapist."

    My dick twitched at the last word. She continued. "I never got pregnant, uh, er, I mean-" Miss Louis sputtered. "from my brothers. You were, um, a miracle baby, and that's why I love you so much!" She gulped, my question still unanswered. "But even though I love you, Walt, I want to have another baby." She recounted, "Each time you waste your cum, my womb gets sadder and sadder. Mamma has wanted your cum, ever since you started making it, to have your baby."

    "I want to to make a baby in you too, Mamma." I dashed forward and hugged Miss Louis. My penis pushed her skirt between her fat, upper thighs. "I bet it'll feel so good!"

    "Oh, my- my sweet, sweet boy!" She hugged me. Together, we shuffled to the bed. "You're making me so happy!" She released me and sank upon the mattress cover.

    I hurried to push my half dropped clothing all the way to the floor and step out of them. My prick danced eagerly to the sight of her shifting her wide hips while she centered herself on the bed and worked the buttons of her blouse. "Lie next to me, and I'll show my sweet boy what to do." Her fingers free half of her buttons as she spoke.

    I acted dumb. "Don't I just put my penis in your baby hole?"

    "Sweetie, if all I wanted was your baby, that would be enough. That was enough for your broth-, um, I mean Jackson and Ellis, but you're more special to me than little Hank. You deserve all the love Mamma can give you." She finished unbuttoning her top and spread it open. Two, giant cups of thick cloth and wire kept her fat breasts in check. A heavy zipper connected them. I hadn't seen any bra like it before.

    "I want to give you all my love!" I matched her offer. The device restraining her huge tits intrigued me.

    "Oh, come here and roll on top of me, Walt. Kiss me."

    I had to climb more than roll to mount her broad belly. The base of my penis pressed just below her belly button and from there, my inches cleaved upwards. I leaned to kiss her.

    "I'm sorry I suggested that your penis was little." She looked surprised. Feeling it against her belly must have made a bigger impression than having seen it. She smiled, then puckered her lips.

    One of Ms. Laghari's techniques to enhance a kiss proved valuable. My lips were thinner than Miss Louis'. So I opened my mouth to bring more lip against them, and I lightly tongued them, just her lips. At the same time, I reached up and gently petted her brow and cheeks and ears.

    "Mmmmm!" Her chest heaved me up, breaking our kiss, when she gasp abruptly. "Oh, Honey, that felt wonderful!" She puckered again, inviting me to repeat my sensual effort. Out lips danced with slow heat. Her arms reached around me for a gentle embrace.

    When our lips separated again, to catch another deep breath, she sighed. "If I didn't want a baby so much, I could do that for hours with you. Bill- um, Walt, you really are amazing."

    "Thank you, Mamma." I grinned. "But you said you wanted to show me more."

    It's a subtle thing when black people blush. Noticing the faint tint, I took it as a compliment. She gave the barest smile. "This is very selfish, Walt, but would you like to see Mamma's titties?"

    "Oh, yes, Mamma!" I gushed.

    "If you want, you can unzip my bra. I bought this kind just for you. The regular ones can be difficult to open. I didn't want anything to get in the way of making babies."

    "That's really kind of you, Maa- Mamma." I almost said, Ma-am. Her soft, thick arms kept their warm embrace while I grasp the zipper tab and pulled it down. The weight of her breasts immediately splayed the metal teeth. The tab caught at the end of its run, but I quickly freed the clasp with my other hand. Her bra fell away and two plump breasts spread as far as gravity could pull them. They weren't as pert as Mom's, but they were so big, they rose a little higher than Mom's would lying on her back. I marveled at how Miss Louis' completely covered her upper body and still mounded high. the black circles surrounding her erect nipples were as wide as doorknobs. I wanted to touch them. My hands moved as I spoke. "Mamma, they're so cool!"

    "I'm glad my little boy thinks there's something cool about his Mom!" She laughed softly. "Don't be shy, Walt, you worked to uncover them." Her laughter settled into a amused smile.

    My hands took measure of her areolae. They just fit. Turgid nipples resisted, tickling my palms. I rubbed them gently. "Did you breast feed me when I was a baby?"

    "Mmmmnnn." Miss Louis sighed. "Yes, Baby. Mamma loved it when you drank her milk. Would you like to suck on them now, or would you worry about acting like a baby?"

    I had to resist humping my hardon against her belly. It longed to grow more excited and cum, but I had promised Miss Louis to cum inside her, as much as I could. I didn't want to waste a single drop. "I can be a baby with you," I remember saying the same thing to my Momma. My prick lurched against her skin. "If you don't tell."

    "That sure felt like you want to." Her smile intensified. "Mamma would never tell."

    My mouth fell upon her left tit and clamped my lips around its hard bud. I suckled softly and licked it, mewing as they trembled from the stimulation. My hand on her other nipple caught it between finger and thumb. They pinched her lightly, rolling the fat nub between them.

    "You're not sucking me like a bab- UNnngghh!" She groaned. "Your hand and mouth are like a man's."

    The compliment sent a fresh spasm through my belly engulfed cock. I smiled as I sucked Miss Louis' titty. I pinched her nipple harder, to thank her.

    "Ooohhh! Yes, Walt! Make me your woman before you make a baby in me. I want to be your toy, a real slut for you."

    "Mnngghh." I growled into her fat breast and pulled off of it. "Yes, Mamma." My hand on her nipple shifted to grab as much of that milk mound as it could. I fell upon it ravenously. Sucking on a titty was super exciting! My other hand sought her skirt's waistband. It gripped tight around her fat belly and resisted my probing fingers. I mouthed the second nipple and inhaled its surrounding darkness into my oral cavity. My teeth tested their circumference against the areola, with slow nibbles.

    Moans burst from her, as my mouth attacked her second titty a little more savagely. "You're very manly with Mamma!" She frowned upon feeling my hand paw at the band straining against her waist. "I'm sorry I'm so fat! Let me help you." She reached to her skirt and plucked the tab of its zipper, pausing briefly to moan again. "Bite Mamma harder there, Baby!" Her arm thrust down, unzipping the wide garment. "I think I might cum if you do. Ooooo!!"

    My hand dived inside the loosened fabric, fingers instantly tangling with her dense, coarse, pubic curls. I dug my fingers in and my nails scraped the skin at the base of the forest.

    "OOOHHH, YESS!! WALTY!! MY BOY!!! Mamma's cumming!!!" Her great body heaved me, nearly into the air, as the extra, unexpected stimulation pushed her heated brain over the edge. Her belly pulsed, tipping me precariously. I clung to her breasts and cunt hair for balance. "AAAHHHH!!!" The tail end of her first orgasm blossomed with a second, from the me clinging harder to hang on. "INCREDIBLE!!" She roared, before catching herself and restraining her verbal throes.

    Instinctively I released her nipple and pubic thatch, and I sank all of my weight into her trembling figure, my head diving between her tit mounds. I held my breath.

    "Is everything all right in there, Miss Louis?" Mom called from the kitchen.

    "UUhh, hhhh." The fat, black woman had to catch her breath. "I-IT IS, uh, Ms. Androni! It's very good!" My pretend mamma gasped for a fresh lungful of air. "Wal- BILLY surprised me with, um, something he did - to help me."

    "That's good to hear, Miss Louis. Sometimes it's difficult to discern if my son is helping me or helping himself."

    I had to clench my groin, to fight a swell of arousal triggered by my mom's saucy comment.

    Miss Louis hissed at me, "I need you inside me, Billy." Breaking our game, she wriggled her hips while trying to push down her skirt to free her legs. "Sex is a darn challenge when you're this big." She whined. "Grab those pillows by my head. We'll need them."

    To give her room to denude herself, I scrambled forward, off of her belly and grabbed the bed's pillows. They weren't much bigger than the excited woman's tit pillows!

    Finally, she kicked her skirt over the foot of the bed, but instead of spreading her legs, she planted her feet into the mattress and lifted her hips off of it. "Put them under my lower back, uh, Walt." She tried to restart our fantasy.

    "Yes, Mamma." I obeyed. I was curious to know why she wanted to make her belly even higher! It took all my strength to stuff the thick pillows into short gap between her body and the bed. They were were a tight fit!

    "That's perfect." She huffed and relaxed, her body dropping fully upon the pillows. "Mamma needs her sweet boy, more than ever." She spread her big thighs as far as she could. Her feet draped over both sides of the bed. "Did the nice chef's questions frighten you?" She meant, had my dick had softened.

    If anything, Mom's sultry voice had made me even harder. I wanted to cum so bad!

    "No, Mamma. Can I make a baby in you now?"

    "Please, Baby, you have to shoot all of your cum into me. I'll go crazy if I have to wait another minute!"

    "Yes, Mamma!" I smiled and shifted, stepping one knee over her right thigh. For a second I perched precariously on it. My pelvis dented its surprisingly meaty bulk. Her legs had to be really strong to carry her! Leaning farther, I managed to lift my other knee and clear the thigh. When both my knees dented the bed cover, before her thick, black garden, I was suddenly surprised by her lack of panties. Had she been nude beneath her skirt all evening? Our role-playing had been so arousing, I'd failed to notice her crotch was bare. I stared stupidly at the great, glistening lips of her pouting, hairy vulva.

    The purpose of the pillows under her hips became obvious. The raised up her pelvis enough to shift her tummy away, and when she opened her legs, her oozing slit was just the right height for entering it.

    "Do you like seeing Mamma's pussy? I went commando, this morning, to be as uncomplicated as possible." Miss Louis again worried while I was lost in thought.

    "I love it, Mamma!" I almost gasped too loud. "Can I touch?"

    "You can, Walty, but not with your hands. Mamma needs to feel your hard peter entering me. I can't wait for your cum to fill my womb. I just know you'll make me pregnant! Please, hurry!"

    I grinned like a dancing monkey. Gripping my penis, I launched my body on top of hers! Our flesh meet with a soft smack. My hips hunched, and my hand guided my pecker into the wet slit that was begging for it. My prick head dived between her thick, outer lips. The sensation was unlike any other woman's vulva. They clung to my shaft like wet slugs, a sucking sensation caused by their girth.

    "OHHH!! F-Faa- WALTER!!" She grabbed the ends of the bed cover and gagged herself.

    With a practiced twist of my wrist, I slotted the head of my erection into the pucker of her vagina. Without hesitating, I humped my cock through her slick opening and pierced Miss Louis deeply.

    "MMMFFFGGHHH!!" She roared into her gag. "WAALLTTT!!"

    "We gonna make babies now!" I exclaimed in a harsh whisper. I pulled half my dick out of her soaking puss and drove it back inside her wide hips. My bum raised and thrust with a good first pace.

    "Oh, HONEY! We're making babies, and you feel wonderful, slicking your hard peter into Mamma!" It must have been a strenuous effort, but she countered my steady strokes with hunches from her thick waist, to send my spear as deep as it could go.

    Her insides felt so tight against my rutting, Her weight caused her cunt to suck at my prong unlike any other woman I'd made babies with. Only Wenda, the cafe server, was bigger than Miss Louis, and by quite a bit. I wondered how much more powerfully her puss sucked on Boone's big dick. (according to Mrs. McDougal)

    I said she felt tight, but Miss Louis's puss was a bit bigger than Mrs. Dinty's who had the softest, widest baby hole I'd found so far. The weight of my pretend Mamma's belly was an unexpected pleasure. My manhood twitched and trembled as it gouged into the great woman's body and fought the sucking resistance to its half retreat. I humped more vigorously into the exciting sensation, striving to reach the height of passion.

    "Mamma's cumming!" Miss Louis shouted into her hasty gag. "Walt, you're making me cum again!"

    As my hips worked my cock steadily into her dripping snatch, I grabbed her big titties and resumed sucking and biting them. I pinched the other nipple hard! I wanted to excite her as much as her hot, sucking cunt was exciting me! "Mamma, you feel so good!"

    "Are you gonna cum, Walt? Mamma wants you to cum hard, inside me. You have to cum all of it. Don't waste a drop!"

    "I won't, Mamma." I fucked her puss as fast as I could. My crotch beat repeatedly into her fleshy groin. My dick stabbed deep with every thrust. Her hips struck back, sucking at my pecker as if they wanted to swallow it up. "I'm gonna give your womb every drop! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!" I clamped my teeth around her abused areola and screamed. My hips slammed one last time, sending the tip of my cock against the inner opening that was the gateway to her womb. The muscles I'd been exercising clenched around my seminal bulb, shooting every sperm like tiny cannon balls out of my prick! Boiling cum blasted inside Miss Louis' body, soaking her cervix and filling her large cunt. I'm cumming in you, Mamma! I'm cumming!"

    My balls refilled the bulb just in time for its muscles to shoot again. A second blast of sperm flooded the woman's puss, but I swear her body vacuumed it up as fast as my body sent each wave.

    "I can feel it, Baby. Oh how I've missed the feeling of hot cum filling me. OOOHHH!! AAAHHHGGGHHHNNNGGGGHHHH!!!" Miss Louis' brain flared with her greatest orgasm yet, as the long sought sensation of spunk exploding in her cunt unleashed the incredible memories of her previous partners.

    Her body bucked beneath me. I flounced, gripping one fat tit with my right hand, the other with my mouth. My left hand clutched at her side and my buried prick clung to her depths. It hosed her birth canal with a stream of hot semen. Despite my strong grips, my might knew only the fireworks lighting it up with joys of many colors.

    Our bodies convulsed and shook and shivered against each other, as we flew to separate nirvana.

    "I'm going to prepare the beans, now." Mom announced from our client's kitchen.

    My new sex partner and I lay panting. The right side of my head nestled between her soft globes.

    "Don't move, Billy." Miss Louis said quietly. "I meant it when I said I don't want to waste a single drop." She reached both her hands between our wet connection. Their fingers pinched her slimy lips above and below where my shaft entered her. "Now withdraw slowly, okay?"

    "Yes, Ma-am." I obeyed eyeing her technique. By pinching her vulva, it wiped every drip of sperm that had squirted up my shaft, as I pulled it out. My prick head popped from the pressure she applied, as it exited the incredible sensation of her cunt. My eyes must have widened when it was clear that her pussy must have been large enough to contain all of one of my best cums. Not one drop had seeped from her slit. Every bit of wetness outside, were her juices, and she had been very wet! My mouth formed an astonished O.

    "I just know there's a baby on its way inside of me, Billy." She lifted up her arms and hugged me once again in between her fat, wonderful, brown titties. I kissed them and returned her hug.

    After resting, she bade me to leave her and go help my mother. Miss Louis lay back to the bed and raised her legs up and over her body, to let all of my sperm pool around her cervix. She had to lie like that for at least ten minutes. She told me.

    I dressed carefully, to hide every sign of my efforts at making babies. I found a brush and tamed the muss that had formed on my head. I tied my shoes with perfect bows and wandered happily into the kitchen. "How can I help?"

    "I'm sure you've done more than your share of help, already, Billy." Mother used her special, amused smirk which I hadn't seen in many days. "Miss Louis sounded most appreciative, earlier."

    "I think so too. Mom." I stood up for myself. What I'd done with our client was my business.

    Within the span of another hour, we set her table with a beautiful cloth that Miss Louis had supplied. After seating the beaming woman, I placed a heaping serving of chicken, baked potatoes and green beans before her. She gushed, "It looks wonderful!"

    Mom and I retreated to the front room, to give her privacy. Mom sat and read her book. Usually, we chatted about this and that. I played a tiny game on my watch.

    Fifteen minutes passed, and Miss Louis exclaimed, "That was more than delicious! You are a fabulous cook, Faun!" It was the first time our client had used my mother's given name.

    I entered to clear the table, only to see her plate had hardly been touched! When Miss Louis noticed my great disappointment, she put her hand on my shoulder. "Honestly, your mom's food is wonderful, excellent even. Unfortunately, Billy, I'm on a very strict diet. I really wanted to, and could have, eaten every bite on that plate and then have asked for another just as full. Please, don't tell your mother otherwise.

    I nodded dumbly. I believed Miss Louis, but my eyes continued to refute the truth, seeing how little the woman had eaten.

    "If I can keep up with my diet, in nine month's I'll be every bit as shapely as your mother, for when I greet my child for the first time."

    I'd never encountered a person so dedicated and so confident about their goal. She was truly an amazing woman. "I know you will, Miss Louis." I said, which made her smile. Something poked at my curiosity. "If you have a boy, Ma-am, are you really going to call him, Walter?"

    She nodded with a hmm-hmm.

    "Why that name?"

    Unexpectedly a blush warmed her cheeks, redder than I'd yet seen. She bit her lip and whispered. "It's my father's name."

    Dazed, I wandered back to Mom and her book. I told her good news. "All the leftovers we made for Miss Louis are going to last her for a long time. She can hardly wait to eat more."

    "That's nice, Billy. I guess it's time to clean up and gather out things. She yawned and stood from the easy chair. I'll text Tanya while you get started.

    I tried to push Miss Louis out of the kitchen, to prevent her from helping us. When I failed, Mom stepped in and wagged her finger, calling the client by her first name. "Now, now, Greta, you go to your room or watch a show. That's a good girl."

    Miss Louis slunk away like a chastised child. We didn't see her again until Tanya rang the doorbell.

    Our things packed at the door, the client showed us out. "Good-bye, Miss Louis!" I dared to hug the big woman, in front of Mom and our impressive, devoted driver.

    Greta and Mom waved at each other as we walked to the cab. Tanya opened a rear door, and we ducked in, resting our tired (and my sore) butts on the bench seat.

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    "How did everything go?" The cabbie asked after starting the car and accelerating into the street.

    "Ask, Billy." Mom sounded oddly cool. "I hardly spent any time with the client." She plucked her book from her handbag and resumed reading it.

    "Hmmm." Tanya mulled. "Was I wrong about Miss Louis, Billy?"

    "I don't think so, Tanya, but I don't know." I gulped at Mom's standoffish-ness. "It's not like we had much to talk about."

    Tanya's subsequent, "Hmmm," sang deeper and longer, steeped in contemplation. I watched her eyes dart between Mother and I, in the rear view mirror.

    Mom's phone rang. She put down her book and retrieved it. "Yes? Charlotte?" It was Mrs. Abbey. A great smile lit up Mom's face. "That's wonderful news! We'll be there tomorrow afternoon for certain."

    Mom hung up and sighed. Her smile faltered for a single heartbeat. "Billy, the bank finally signed off on our mortgage. Its officially in my and the Colkicks' names. Mrs. Abbey will bring the completed paperwork and the keys to the house, tomorrow after school. We'll meet the Colkicks there too.

    "What about Dad?"

    "He hoped to get out of work, if he could, but I wish we had be notified earlier."

    "Mom, what I meant was, isn't Dad's name on the more-gadge?"

    Mom's lips tightened a little. "His isn't, Billy. He surprised me too." Mom explained with a frown. "Your father felt that the documents were complicated enough with two names. He didn't want to confuse them further with his family name."

    A related question surfaced in my head, one I had never thought to ask. "Why didn't you take Dad's name when you married?" Now days, most married women keep or merge their names, to protect their personal identity.

    "You're full of good questions tonight." Mom's frown lightened. In her eyes, I saw lingering coolness. It made me very self-conscious, as if I had wronged her. Mom continued. "When your father and I were organizing our marriage, his mother and I had a long talk. I was fully comfortable with taking their name, but she talked me out of it, saying that it was a new society, and how modern women shouldn't dive into the deep end of their husband's lives."

    "Grandma said that?" My father's mother was very proud to be called Mrs. Wimbley. Why would she want her son's wife to be, Ms. Androni?

    Mom nodded and dialed Dad. They talked for a few minutes until he had to beg off and return to work. Poor Dad. "He'll try to get off work, tomorrow." Mom said with some hope, and returned her phone to her handbag.

    "We have another client tomorrow." I remembered aloud, wondering if there would be much time to celebrate our new house?

    "Yes, a Mr. and Mrs. Tidden. They live in the city's Forest district."

    "That sounds nice, Mom." I tried to warm her up with cheerfulness.

    A harsh cough erupted from the driver's seat. Tanya, cleared her throat, "It's not actually called the Forest district. It's official and historic name is Footrest, but the people living their hate that name. They always use the name they prefer."

    "What's it like?"

    "It's a small area on the north side of Central Heights. The sun rarely shines there, and the rents are cheap. It's comprised mostly of small apartment buildings. It's never been a slum, but the people there aren't well off, about the same as Miss Louis.

    My heart sank. Was Mrs. Tidden also a member of Miss Louis' Fookbase group? Was she just tying to get pregnant, by hiring Mom and I? I wasn't sure how I felt about making babies with another poor woman, but guilt about keeping that news from Mom quickly burdened my heart.

    "Tanya, would you close the panel?" I meant the plexiglass sheet that was suppose to offer privacy. I knew better, but I chose to keep up the pretense.

    Mom's eyebrows lifted, surprised.

    "Hmmmm." Tanya hummed deeper still and slide the barrier shut.

    "Billy?" Mom intercepted. "Just because you can tell me about your private business, doesn't mean that you should. I-I might not want to know-." She sniffed, unexpectedly. "Right away."

    Mom sounded as if she was sad about what I might have done with Miss Louis. I nearly forgot what I was going to say, but my growing guilt prevailed. "It's not about that, Mom. Well- not exactly..." I hemmed. Frustration only fueled my guilt. "I-" I couldn't tell her exactly that Miss Louis had just wanted me to make a baby in her. "I-" I swallowed something thick that had welled up to clog my throat. "I-"

    Mom grew amused, casting aside her thin smile. "You're a little, sputtering motorboat." She hadn't called me that in years. But that's exactly what I was. Her abrupt flare of humor pushed me out of the rut I'd put myself in.

    "I'm going to be a daddy again."

    Mom's eyes cringed, her little sadness returning.

    "It's Ms. Kampold, Mom!" I blurted, hoping to reassure her. "Miss Louis told me about a Fookbase group for women who can't get pregnant." I rapid-fired information, hoping to distract my mother from inferring too much. "Ms. Kampold posted that I had made a baby in her. That's why people are hiring us." I sniffed then. I was about to bawl, certain that Mom would think the worst of me. "I think." I ended pathetically.

    Mom's face blanked. She knocked on the sliding plexiglass. "Tanya, please open this." She too kept the pretense.

    A pretty but large hand reached behind the cabbie's head and opened the panel. "Yes, Ms. Androni?"

    "You can stop the cab and your obsequious manner, Tanya. I need a moment."

    The vehicle swung gently and efficiently to the curb. "Should I leave you two?"

    "No." Mom answered. She fumbled in her purse and withdrew her phone. "Take Billy with you." She pulled out a fifty dollar bill, wadded it angrily, and stuffed it at me. "Do something nice, for Tanya and yourself."

    The cabbie's large frame exited through the driver's door. She opened my door, and I stepped outside under dark skies and the harsh glare of LED streetlights. Tanya led me along the sidewalk for half a block. She rested. "Your mother will be okay."

    "I don't know, Tanya. What if Meals on Heels doesn't make it?" If our only clients were a few women wanting to get pregnant, the Colkicks' business was doomed.

    "That's not important." She put a warm hand on my shoulder.

    "If that's not, what is?" I pouted.

    "Doing something nice. That's important, because that's what your mother wants." She went on to explain that we had stopped in one of the nicer parts of the city. Within a good walk, in most directions, we could probably find anything we wanted.

    I hugged the nice but stoic, Ukrainian woman. I didn't cry. Her warmth was surprisingly arousing. Although my penis remained soft, it wouldn't rest long before it succumbed to her unique attractiveness, a well proportioned, little giantess.

    I had been very mean to her, the one time we had made babies. It was a terrible evening, but she had weathered my anger with comforting words and gentle caresses. Ms. Lagari's voice called me, "Seek and give more loving, Billy."

    As good as that sounded, something about having enough money to do pretty much anything, early at night in the city, also called to me. Even if Tanya and I stayed out very long, Mom always had her book. Tanya wouldn't have left Mom alone, if she thought the area wasn't safe.

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