Wrought a Slave, Out of Mom
by DiscipleN
[A neighbor's tales about her hot infidelities, first sparks and then heats up a domination relationship between a languishing wife and her curious son.]
Chapter 1
On Tuesdays, the neighbor from two houses down the block would visit Mom. Janice was older than Mom by a couple years, and more advanced in other things.
"Little pitchers have big ears." Mom cautioned her friend one day. Janice had started the conversation with a mention of cheating on her husband. Only she had called it, "A little cock on the side."
"Mom, I'm fourteen." That I metaphorically, still clung to my mother's skirt wasn't due to introversion. I was drawn to Mom out of sexual confusion. Puberty had hit me hard, hard up and hard in the pants. Kids are programmed to find their parents and siblings a total turn-off, but puberty must have skipped over my instinct to avoid incest.
Mom was doing her best to ignore me, but Janice gave me a big grin after being cautioned. "Only it wasn't at all little, Eddie. This guy's was long enough to connect your ears!"
Puzzled, I tilted my head.
"Janice, please!" Mom frowned, her cheeks burning. "Eddie is at a delicate stage, closing on adulthood but off-balance from his changing body. Ralph and I don't force information on him but answer whatever question he asks. He hasn't asked many. I doubt he knows what you're talking about. I'll send him to his room if you keep using that kind of language. You're confusing him."
"No, Momma!" I liked Janice, exciting and daring. Mom was shy. I loved to be present when she shrank from Janice's sexy stories. Not that Mom would ever kick out her friend for saying bad words. Janice was one of her few friends outside of my dad's circle. To prove my interest, I asked, "What's a cock?"
Janice's grin wrinkled from a chortle. "He asked an honest question, Sue."
Mom grimaced in frustration. Janice was usually sweet as sweet potato pie, but our guest's tales had an edge which my mother accepted, regardless of how they embarrassed her. Mom's grimace slacked. She turned a controlled, neutral expression at me. It made me think I was in trouble.
I waited, hoping I could stay. Then she sighed. "It's another word for penis, Eddie. But a lot of people don't like to hear that word." Her face pouted as it turned to Janice. "I don't like to hear it."
I frowned at Janice. Solidarity with Mom.
"Then you probably don't want to hear how good it felt where the guy put it."
Mom rolled her eyes, but she didn't rebuke her friend further.
Janice left her tale dangling and began talking about how her husband, Dan, wanted to dig up the grass in their backyard and smother the ground in cedar bark.
I yawned and walked out of the kitchen.
***
The following Tuesday, Janice brought over a batch of home-made, butter cookies. Mom thanked her and let me eat one. Mom was pretty strict about junk food, but I noticed her absentmindedly nibbling one after another, listening to Janice's update about her 'boyfriend.'
"It was great at first, the sex." Janice nattered. Mom's cheeks tinged light pink. "But then the guy got clingy, and Dan started sniffing around - literally. He told me I smelled funny." Janice's exciting grin returned. "So I clapped his ears and told him he had rug duty that night, to punish him."
I didn't like picking up my stuff from floors or rugs. I nodded and grunted approval.
Janice beamed at me. "What Dan didn't know was, he ended up licking adulterous cum!"
"Janice, please!" Mom didn't want to hash out each and every one of Janice's verbal transgressions in my presence. That many rebukes would have drained all the fun. She flashed a sad face at me and shook her head. "Eddie, save your questions for later. Better yet, go watch TV."
Janice told Mom, "I could have said, sperm, but I doubt you taught him that word either." Janice softened her voice. "But I'll bet ten dollars that he's already encountered what he can't label."
My parents had told me the word, sperm, and I knew it referred to what came out of my penis when I played with it. But I abruptly fell in love with the word, cum.
Janice switched to less exciting news. "Fresh cedar bark, now that has a nice smell..."
***
Janice seemed to know Mom's limits, and her ribald tales pushed just enough to bend them. Each Tuesday afternoon, Mom's blush got a little darker. I was too absorbed in the older woman's amazing stories to notice. Each week, Mom would listen a little longer before challenging her friend about naughty things spoken in front of me.
"Is this the same boyfriend?" Mother sounded confused when the guy's hair had changed from blonde to black curls.
"Nah. I dumped that guy two weeks ago. He started out plenty cocky but steadily melted into a clingy lump nearly as wimpy as Dan." Her husband. "If this new, 'side order' of man starts begging for it, I'll kick him to the curb too."
Janice got excited again. "I doubt he will, though. I didn't even know Chaz's name before he made me suck his cock." Janice's eyes narrowed. "Sue, you won't believe how hot it feels to have a hard cock forced into your mouth."
"Janice!" Mom waved at me behind her back. It was her signal for me to leave the room.
Her friend saw and instantly figured it out. "Oh, let the boy stay. He's just curious. He's surprisingly innocent and sweet for his age."
Mom mumbled, "Less innocent after hearing about Chaz."
"Sue, you worry too much. Eddie adores you! That's why he's always by your side."
Don't get the wrong idea. I wasn't a mommy's boy. Her meek presence invigorated me instead of making me feel safe. I had friends that I played with most days outside of Tuesdays, younger boys and girls. I even hung out with adults when Dad's friends visited, but I didn't really care for them. They were boring compared to Janice.
Mom relented by staring at her coffee. "I guess I have been remiss to teach him common street language. But don't you think a child should enjoy a few innocent years?"
"Of course. That's why I'll save what happened after Chaz came down my throat." Janice winked at me. She switched to describing how Dan had planted a couple fruit trees in their backyard, mango and kiwi.
"What happened with Chaz, Janice?" I asked, not wanting to listen to more of her husband's gardening efforts. "After he went down your throat?" I was imagining something important, like a thermometer.
Our adulterous friend tightened her smile and looked at Mom. Mom bit her lip and examined her hands on the kitchen table. "Oh, go on. Just don't elaborate."
Mom was as curious as I.
Janice complied. "After I had, um, pleasured Chaz, he told me to take down my pants and underwear. Then he spanked me!"
"Oh, my!" I blurted. I was pretty sure that having a boyfriend when you already had a husband was bad. But it shocked me to hear that the boyfriend would punish her. I was learning so much!
A soft moan drew my attention to Mom. She looked redder than ever. I worried about it. "Don't hold your breath so long, Mom."
"She'll be fine, Billy." Janice patted my shoulder. Her hand was really warm! "I shouldn't tease your mother so much."
"What did you do wrong to get spanked?" I had to ask.
"Well-" Janice looked to Mom, confident of more capitulation. Mom's nod was brief, but her eyes darted away. "Chaz guessed that it would turn me on, Donny, because when he forced me to go down on him a second time, I responded eagerly."
I didn't understand, but I put up a tough facade. "Oh."
"Sue," Janice confronted Mom. "I have never been more wet before some guy fucked my brains out." It was as if Mom's friend was daring her. "You wouldn't believe how incredible it feels when a guy is giving it to you with everything he's got."
Mom's body jiggled suddenly, as if there'd been an earthquake right under her chair. She gasped. "That's quite enough."
The conversation shifted into dullness after Mother's shudder. I wandered out of the kitchen, worrying about Janice's brains, confident that she had exaggerated about losing them.
In the night, I overheard Dad rebuking Mom in their bedroom. "Why tonight? You asked last Tuesday when I got home from bowling. And we just did it on Friday. Maybe tomorrow night. I'm tired and a little drunk."
*** Another Tuesday ***
"Chaz was just a fling. You know, to test my limits. He's kind of a jerk, actually. Now Stephen, he knows how to use a belt!" Janice had met Stephan right after dumping Chaz.
"I thought I was going to die when Stephan swatted my nipples, but then he was hugging me and licking them. He used a gentle but firm voice, encouraging me to find my inner slut." Janice paused, evaluating Mom's pink face.
Mom suddenly appeared very self-conscious. She rubbed the back of her neck and yawned. "You sure do find them. I doubt I could be so daring."
"Don't worry, Sue. I'll never ask about your affairs. I know you're a private person. I'm just glad that you'll hear my stories. You're the only person I'm comfortable telling."
"I don't have affairs." Mom defended.
Janice frowned, as if she was sad for Mom. She asked, "Eddie, does your mother tell my stories to your father?"
"Janice!" Mom blurted.
"Oh, Sue, I was teasing." Janice retreated in her chair. "But maybe you should - you know, to spice things up?" Mom's friend slowly leaned forward again. "I see how you listen, Sue. Ralph doesn't play with you like my special friends play with me. Maybe I shouldn't tease you any more." Janice did very much want to tease Mom more. That was a big reason Janice kept coming back. I'm not sure Mom knew how wrapped up she was in her imagination of Janice's affairs.
"Please, Mom. I like Janice's stories. I'll tell dad about them." I wanted to help.
"No, Eddie!" Mom was clearly disturbed by my offer. "I'm sorry I ever let things get this far. You're too young to be listening to adult stories."
"No I'm not." I almost pouted, a little angry. Was Mom going to cut me off from hearing all the strange things that Janice did with men who weren't her husband?
Unexpectedly, Janice intervened. "May I?" She asked Mom.
Mom looked at her then me. "Let him down gently. He's as stubborn as they get when he wants something he shouldn't have."
I glared unhappily.
"I'm not going to let him down, Sue." Janice schooled. "I'm going to tell him how he can handle himself more maturely."
"Huh?" I abruptly looked astonished. Janice's grin returned.
"What you need to do, Eddie, is to be less shy about asking questions. Your mother wants you to learn adult things in a safe and supportive atmosphere. That's why she lets you hear my stories. Aren't you asking her all the questions you have after I visit?"
My shock faded, and I shook my head.
"If you give her opportunities to explain, she'll feel better about letting you listen with her."
"Mom?" I sought her reaction.
She seemed a little confused herself. "Janice, that's not exactly-"
"What's fucking, Mom? What does that mean?" I rushed to do what Janice suggested.
"Aaa!" Mom gasped, and she gave a brief, mean look at her friend.
"I'll just leave you two." Janice's smile was filled with amusement. "See you next week." She floated out of our house.
A couple years prior to Janice's stories, Mom and Dad had sat down with me. They told me about the birds and the bees. I knew what sexual reproduction was, but they had coached it in such dry terms, I never suspected that Janice's exciting stories were even remotely related.
Mom was blushing from ear to ear. "That word, Eddie. It's like that word for penis, not acceptable to say in public. But the word you're asking about just means sexual intercourse."
"Oh." I was tragically disappointed. Maybe Janice's stories weren't that exciting after all. When Mom and Dad had described it, sex was the last thing I wanted to do. I had to make sure. "So, fucking is just sex, cum is just sperm, and cock is just penis?"
Mom's blush faded, and she looked very happy with my reaction. "Yes, Eddie, that's all those words mean."
"Why don't people want to hear some words and not others, if they mean the same thing?"
Mom hesitated at my question.
I guessed, "Is it so sex won't sound as boring?"
Mom paused, possibly surprised by my question. I decided that she liked my guess, because a little pink returned to her cheeks. "If you don't have any more questions, Eddie, then we should clean up here and get the place ready for your father." I bottled up the dozens of questions I'd accumulated from weeks of Janice's tales.
That night I caught part of a conversation in their bedroom when Dad blurted, "...like a sinful slut. I hope Eddie didn't overhear a story like that. I should tell Dan."
"It's just coffee talk, Ralph." Mom raised her voice. "She's a little imaginative that way. I was hoping maybe we could use our imaginations a little -- next time."
"I can't believe you would suggest something so disgusting! It may be weeks before I can clear my head of that story." Dad sounded so unhappy, I crept back into my room.
In the middle of the night, I had to pee. I got out of bed and ambled down the hall. The house was cool, but my flannel PJs were plenty toasty. The bathroom door was shut, and light leaked out from under it. From inside, I heard Mom grunting softly.
My first thought was, Dad must be using the toilet in their bedroom. We have a three bedroom house. My parents bought it, expecting to have another child or two, but I was the only one, and I liked it that way.
"Chaz, don't force me again." Mom muttered in a low, raspy voice. She groaned a little. "Not my nipples, Stephan. Ow!"
I remembered what Janice had said about Mom being a private person. I walked to my room, a little sad that Mom didn't have her own stories, hoping my bladder would wait until morning.
As I climbed into bed, I felt my penis pushing out the front of my bottoms. It got hard when Janice told her stories but also often at random times. It felt extra hard that night. Before sleeping, I masturbated. I'd been doing it for a couple years already. As much as I enjoyed the orgasm, I felt it was an uninteresting act otherwise, except for the cum, which accidentally sprayed on the bed instead of the tissue I'd readied. I jumped out of bed and rushed down the hall, running smack into Mom!
"Eddie!" She caught me. "Careful, it's dark!" She wore a thick, ankle length terry cloth robe.
"I'm sorry, Mommy!" I felt like a guilty little boy. "I tried not to get any on the bed!" I hid my wet hand behind my back, but I could feel the wetness in the front of my bottoms. I hoped she didn't notice.
"Get what on the bed?" She sounded a little drunk.
Suddenly, I had to pee for real, real bad. Without answering I raced into the bathroom and locked the door. I didn't notice the sweaty, slightly musky odor in the room until after I washed my hands. I used toilet paper to wipe up the white goo on my pants.
"Are you okay?" Mom knocked lightly after I shut off the sink faucet.
"It's okay, Mom." I looked at the cum dampened toilet paper, wondering if Mom would blush if I showed it to her.
"Um, okay. Good night."
I put my ear to the door and waited for the sound of her door closing, before exiting the bathroom. I lay in bed for a long time, thinking about being able to make babies. My happiness for being a single child waned that night. I kept thinking about Mom and the occasional comments she had made over the years about having a sister or brother for me. She always sounded a little sad.
...to be continued...
by DiscipleN
[A neighbor's tales about her hot infidelities, first sparks and then heats up a domination relationship between a languishing wife and her curious son.]
Chapter 1
On Tuesdays, the neighbor from two houses down the block would visit Mom. Janice was older than Mom by a couple years, and more advanced in other things.
"Little pitchers have big ears." Mom cautioned her friend one day. Janice had started the conversation with a mention of cheating on her husband. Only she had called it, "A little cock on the side."
"Mom, I'm fourteen." That I metaphorically, still clung to my mother's skirt wasn't due to introversion. I was drawn to Mom out of sexual confusion. Puberty had hit me hard, hard up and hard in the pants. Kids are programmed to find their parents and siblings a total turn-off, but puberty must have skipped over my instinct to avoid incest.
Mom was doing her best to ignore me, but Janice gave me a big grin after being cautioned. "Only it wasn't at all little, Eddie. This guy's was long enough to connect your ears!"
Puzzled, I tilted my head.
"Janice, please!" Mom frowned, her cheeks burning. "Eddie is at a delicate stage, closing on adulthood but off-balance from his changing body. Ralph and I don't force information on him but answer whatever question he asks. He hasn't asked many. I doubt he knows what you're talking about. I'll send him to his room if you keep using that kind of language. You're confusing him."
"No, Momma!" I liked Janice, exciting and daring. Mom was shy. I loved to be present when she shrank from Janice's sexy stories. Not that Mom would ever kick out her friend for saying bad words. Janice was one of her few friends outside of my dad's circle. To prove my interest, I asked, "What's a cock?"
Janice's grin wrinkled from a chortle. "He asked an honest question, Sue."
Mom grimaced in frustration. Janice was usually sweet as sweet potato pie, but our guest's tales had an edge which my mother accepted, regardless of how they embarrassed her. Mom's grimace slacked. She turned a controlled, neutral expression at me. It made me think I was in trouble.
I waited, hoping I could stay. Then she sighed. "It's another word for penis, Eddie. But a lot of people don't like to hear that word." Her face pouted as it turned to Janice. "I don't like to hear it."
I frowned at Janice. Solidarity with Mom.
"Then you probably don't want to hear how good it felt where the guy put it."
Mom rolled her eyes, but she didn't rebuke her friend further.
Janice left her tale dangling and began talking about how her husband, Dan, wanted to dig up the grass in their backyard and smother the ground in cedar bark.
I yawned and walked out of the kitchen.
***
The following Tuesday, Janice brought over a batch of home-made, butter cookies. Mom thanked her and let me eat one. Mom was pretty strict about junk food, but I noticed her absentmindedly nibbling one after another, listening to Janice's update about her 'boyfriend.'
"It was great at first, the sex." Janice nattered. Mom's cheeks tinged light pink. "But then the guy got clingy, and Dan started sniffing around - literally. He told me I smelled funny." Janice's exciting grin returned. "So I clapped his ears and told him he had rug duty that night, to punish him."
I didn't like picking up my stuff from floors or rugs. I nodded and grunted approval.
Janice beamed at me. "What Dan didn't know was, he ended up licking adulterous cum!"
"Janice, please!" Mom didn't want to hash out each and every one of Janice's verbal transgressions in my presence. That many rebukes would have drained all the fun. She flashed a sad face at me and shook her head. "Eddie, save your questions for later. Better yet, go watch TV."
Janice told Mom, "I could have said, sperm, but I doubt you taught him that word either." Janice softened her voice. "But I'll bet ten dollars that he's already encountered what he can't label."
My parents had told me the word, sperm, and I knew it referred to what came out of my penis when I played with it. But I abruptly fell in love with the word, cum.
Janice switched to less exciting news. "Fresh cedar bark, now that has a nice smell..."
***
Janice seemed to know Mom's limits, and her ribald tales pushed just enough to bend them. Each Tuesday afternoon, Mom's blush got a little darker. I was too absorbed in the older woman's amazing stories to notice. Each week, Mom would listen a little longer before challenging her friend about naughty things spoken in front of me.
"Is this the same boyfriend?" Mother sounded confused when the guy's hair had changed from blonde to black curls.
"Nah. I dumped that guy two weeks ago. He started out plenty cocky but steadily melted into a clingy lump nearly as wimpy as Dan." Her husband. "If this new, 'side order' of man starts begging for it, I'll kick him to the curb too."
Janice got excited again. "I doubt he will, though. I didn't even know Chaz's name before he made me suck his cock." Janice's eyes narrowed. "Sue, you won't believe how hot it feels to have a hard cock forced into your mouth."
"Janice!" Mom waved at me behind her back. It was her signal for me to leave the room.
Her friend saw and instantly figured it out. "Oh, let the boy stay. He's just curious. He's surprisingly innocent and sweet for his age."
Mom mumbled, "Less innocent after hearing about Chaz."
"Sue, you worry too much. Eddie adores you! That's why he's always by your side."
Don't get the wrong idea. I wasn't a mommy's boy. Her meek presence invigorated me instead of making me feel safe. I had friends that I played with most days outside of Tuesdays, younger boys and girls. I even hung out with adults when Dad's friends visited, but I didn't really care for them. They were boring compared to Janice.
Mom relented by staring at her coffee. "I guess I have been remiss to teach him common street language. But don't you think a child should enjoy a few innocent years?"
"Of course. That's why I'll save what happened after Chaz came down my throat." Janice winked at me. She switched to describing how Dan had planted a couple fruit trees in their backyard, mango and kiwi.
"What happened with Chaz, Janice?" I asked, not wanting to listen to more of her husband's gardening efforts. "After he went down your throat?" I was imagining something important, like a thermometer.
Our adulterous friend tightened her smile and looked at Mom. Mom bit her lip and examined her hands on the kitchen table. "Oh, go on. Just don't elaborate."
Mom was as curious as I.
Janice complied. "After I had, um, pleasured Chaz, he told me to take down my pants and underwear. Then he spanked me!"
"Oh, my!" I blurted. I was pretty sure that having a boyfriend when you already had a husband was bad. But it shocked me to hear that the boyfriend would punish her. I was learning so much!
A soft moan drew my attention to Mom. She looked redder than ever. I worried about it. "Don't hold your breath so long, Mom."
"She'll be fine, Billy." Janice patted my shoulder. Her hand was really warm! "I shouldn't tease your mother so much."
"What did you do wrong to get spanked?" I had to ask.
"Well-" Janice looked to Mom, confident of more capitulation. Mom's nod was brief, but her eyes darted away. "Chaz guessed that it would turn me on, Donny, because when he forced me to go down on him a second time, I responded eagerly."
I didn't understand, but I put up a tough facade. "Oh."
"Sue," Janice confronted Mom. "I have never been more wet before some guy fucked my brains out." It was as if Mom's friend was daring her. "You wouldn't believe how incredible it feels when a guy is giving it to you with everything he's got."
Mom's body jiggled suddenly, as if there'd been an earthquake right under her chair. She gasped. "That's quite enough."
The conversation shifted into dullness after Mother's shudder. I wandered out of the kitchen, worrying about Janice's brains, confident that she had exaggerated about losing them.
In the night, I overheard Dad rebuking Mom in their bedroom. "Why tonight? You asked last Tuesday when I got home from bowling. And we just did it on Friday. Maybe tomorrow night. I'm tired and a little drunk."
*** Another Tuesday ***
"Chaz was just a fling. You know, to test my limits. He's kind of a jerk, actually. Now Stephen, he knows how to use a belt!" Janice had met Stephan right after dumping Chaz.
"I thought I was going to die when Stephan swatted my nipples, but then he was hugging me and licking them. He used a gentle but firm voice, encouraging me to find my inner slut." Janice paused, evaluating Mom's pink face.
Mom suddenly appeared very self-conscious. She rubbed the back of her neck and yawned. "You sure do find them. I doubt I could be so daring."
"Don't worry, Sue. I'll never ask about your affairs. I know you're a private person. I'm just glad that you'll hear my stories. You're the only person I'm comfortable telling."
"I don't have affairs." Mom defended.
Janice frowned, as if she was sad for Mom. She asked, "Eddie, does your mother tell my stories to your father?"
"Janice!" Mom blurted.
"Oh, Sue, I was teasing." Janice retreated in her chair. "But maybe you should - you know, to spice things up?" Mom's friend slowly leaned forward again. "I see how you listen, Sue. Ralph doesn't play with you like my special friends play with me. Maybe I shouldn't tease you any more." Janice did very much want to tease Mom more. That was a big reason Janice kept coming back. I'm not sure Mom knew how wrapped up she was in her imagination of Janice's affairs.
"Please, Mom. I like Janice's stories. I'll tell dad about them." I wanted to help.
"No, Eddie!" Mom was clearly disturbed by my offer. "I'm sorry I ever let things get this far. You're too young to be listening to adult stories."
"No I'm not." I almost pouted, a little angry. Was Mom going to cut me off from hearing all the strange things that Janice did with men who weren't her husband?
Unexpectedly, Janice intervened. "May I?" She asked Mom.
Mom looked at her then me. "Let him down gently. He's as stubborn as they get when he wants something he shouldn't have."
I glared unhappily.
"I'm not going to let him down, Sue." Janice schooled. "I'm going to tell him how he can handle himself more maturely."
"Huh?" I abruptly looked astonished. Janice's grin returned.
"What you need to do, Eddie, is to be less shy about asking questions. Your mother wants you to learn adult things in a safe and supportive atmosphere. That's why she lets you hear my stories. Aren't you asking her all the questions you have after I visit?"
My shock faded, and I shook my head.
"If you give her opportunities to explain, she'll feel better about letting you listen with her."
"Mom?" I sought her reaction.
She seemed a little confused herself. "Janice, that's not exactly-"
"What's fucking, Mom? What does that mean?" I rushed to do what Janice suggested.
"Aaa!" Mom gasped, and she gave a brief, mean look at her friend.
"I'll just leave you two." Janice's smile was filled with amusement. "See you next week." She floated out of our house.
A couple years prior to Janice's stories, Mom and Dad had sat down with me. They told me about the birds and the bees. I knew what sexual reproduction was, but they had coached it in such dry terms, I never suspected that Janice's exciting stories were even remotely related.
Mom was blushing from ear to ear. "That word, Eddie. It's like that word for penis, not acceptable to say in public. But the word you're asking about just means sexual intercourse."
"Oh." I was tragically disappointed. Maybe Janice's stories weren't that exciting after all. When Mom and Dad had described it, sex was the last thing I wanted to do. I had to make sure. "So, fucking is just sex, cum is just sperm, and cock is just penis?"
Mom's blush faded, and she looked very happy with my reaction. "Yes, Eddie, that's all those words mean."
"Why don't people want to hear some words and not others, if they mean the same thing?"
Mom hesitated at my question.
I guessed, "Is it so sex won't sound as boring?"
Mom paused, possibly surprised by my question. I decided that she liked my guess, because a little pink returned to her cheeks. "If you don't have any more questions, Eddie, then we should clean up here and get the place ready for your father." I bottled up the dozens of questions I'd accumulated from weeks of Janice's tales.
That night I caught part of a conversation in their bedroom when Dad blurted, "...like a sinful slut. I hope Eddie didn't overhear a story like that. I should tell Dan."
"It's just coffee talk, Ralph." Mom raised her voice. "She's a little imaginative that way. I was hoping maybe we could use our imaginations a little -- next time."
"I can't believe you would suggest something so disgusting! It may be weeks before I can clear my head of that story." Dad sounded so unhappy, I crept back into my room.
In the middle of the night, I had to pee. I got out of bed and ambled down the hall. The house was cool, but my flannel PJs were plenty toasty. The bathroom door was shut, and light leaked out from under it. From inside, I heard Mom grunting softly.
My first thought was, Dad must be using the toilet in their bedroom. We have a three bedroom house. My parents bought it, expecting to have another child or two, but I was the only one, and I liked it that way.
"Chaz, don't force me again." Mom muttered in a low, raspy voice. She groaned a little. "Not my nipples, Stephan. Ow!"
I remembered what Janice had said about Mom being a private person. I walked to my room, a little sad that Mom didn't have her own stories, hoping my bladder would wait until morning.
As I climbed into bed, I felt my penis pushing out the front of my bottoms. It got hard when Janice told her stories but also often at random times. It felt extra hard that night. Before sleeping, I masturbated. I'd been doing it for a couple years already. As much as I enjoyed the orgasm, I felt it was an uninteresting act otherwise, except for the cum, which accidentally sprayed on the bed instead of the tissue I'd readied. I jumped out of bed and rushed down the hall, running smack into Mom!
"Eddie!" She caught me. "Careful, it's dark!" She wore a thick, ankle length terry cloth robe.
"I'm sorry, Mommy!" I felt like a guilty little boy. "I tried not to get any on the bed!" I hid my wet hand behind my back, but I could feel the wetness in the front of my bottoms. I hoped she didn't notice.
"Get what on the bed?" She sounded a little drunk.
Suddenly, I had to pee for real, real bad. Without answering I raced into the bathroom and locked the door. I didn't notice the sweaty, slightly musky odor in the room until after I washed my hands. I used toilet paper to wipe up the white goo on my pants.
"Are you okay?" Mom knocked lightly after I shut off the sink faucet.
"It's okay, Mom." I looked at the cum dampened toilet paper, wondering if Mom would blush if I showed it to her.
"Um, okay. Good night."
I put my ear to the door and waited for the sound of her door closing, before exiting the bathroom. I lay in bed for a long time, thinking about being able to make babies. My happiness for being a single child waned that night. I kept thinking about Mom and the occasional comments she had made over the years about having a sister or brother for me. She always sounded a little sad.
...to be continued...
