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

    Boy! I thought, Mrs. Abbey sure liked magic to make her do sex stuff! She talked all kinds of dirty. I knew it wasn't real magic, but the buzzing wand was an empowering surprise. I kept it tickling the dark buds of her boo- "Titties." I laughed and rocked my peter in and out. Her crotch lept up to smack against mine.

    "Do you like my titties, Billy? Your magic wand makes them all hard and tingly!" She lifted her arms and grasp the sides of her breasts. Mrs. Abbey pushed them together, so the vibrating head could tickle both nipples.

    "Yeah! They're so big and bouncy, and I like it when you say the bad words."

    "You mean, like how you're fucking poor little me with your hard, boy cock?"

    My balls tightened, hearing her cuss. I frowned though. "Boys don't do what I can do. Don't call it a boy's, uh, peter." I couldn't say the other word. What if Momma had come in right then and overheard! I lifted the wand and circled it over Mrs. Abbey's face.

    She frowned at the loss of sensation against her pert nipples but accepted that I didn't like to be called a boy.

    "Slutus Obedtiam!" I ensorcelled her again.

    "Yes, Master! You cock is better than what I said. I'm sorry. Punish me, but please don't stop fucking me! I need your hot, man prick slithering in my cunt. It makes me feel so good!" Mrs. Abbey overflowed with joy from acting out her most erotic fantasy, being controlled by magic. "I love how you plow my hot pussy with your big, strong cock, Master! I beg you. Use the wand on my hard nipples again, please?" She managed to push the tips together for maximum effect.

    I liked being called, "Master." It made me feel powerful over this buxom and big assed adult. She had even invited me to punish her for underrating my dick. In truth, I knew I was a boy, but I wanted to be a man so bad. I felt that I should punish her. But spanking her would be awkward. I would have to pull out and turn her over to swat her ass. My pee pee felt too good to stop rutting in and out of her slimy slit!

    Then I remembered. She hadn't liked losing Titillando on her boobies. I held the quivering, heavy wand above her. Mrs. Abbey begged me to vibrate them more. I giggled, thinking of an even worse punishment, if less enjoyable for him. But what I foreswore in the short term, I would enjoy twice as much later. My momma had taught me that patience, used wisely, could reap much greater rewards.

    She use to offer me one chocolate chip cookie. She would put it on my plate at the beginning of dinner. She said, if I saved the cookie for dessert, and I ate all of my vegetables, she would give me two more cookies! I learned fast. In recent days, my mother had begun to give me anything I wanted so long as I asked nicely. I began to wonder if there was another reason, other than helping me transition to a new home far away.

    I decided to put patience to the test. "I'm punishing you now." I laughed and pulled my hot penis out of her boiling snatch.

    Mrs. Abbey gasped, with pretend fright. "No, Billy! Not that! I need you to fuck me! You were going to make me cum so hard!" She hadn't been that close, but she had been enjoying my fucking. "Please, take pity on your slut, Master!"

    "Titillando!" I giggled. I thrust the wand head first between her legs, thinking the buzzing would tickle but not scratch the itch which my erection had been satisfying.

    "OOHH!!" The real-state lady cried out when the vibrating, soft head contacted her clit. An orgasm burst out of nowhere, shooting stars across her eyes and flaming her mind with ecstasy! "Billy! I'm cumming!!!" The idea of Titillando used directly against her clitoris, was too much for her magic fantasy.

    My jaw fell open from astonishment. My first slut slave had cum from Titillando buzzing against her crotch! I had no idea that was possible. What other surprises awaited? It was like Mrs. Abbey had become a toy I could play with however I wanted.

    The sudden orgasm surprised Charlotte Abbey more than me. She told me later that she frequently used a vibrator on her clit, to cum oh so good, but usually it would have taken longer. I had been so masterful, employing 'Titillando' and 'Slutus Obedtiam', she swooned from my taking command. "How much do you know about Dominance and Submission?" She gasped but let her question languish to savor the intense feelings washing through her body.

    I gaped. I had meant to tease her, to punish her. But she had climaxed, whereas my hard peter slowly cooled in the air of my parents' bedroom.

    As joy receded in her mind, confusion at my confusion, grew. "Did you mean to make me cum, Master?"

    "I didn't know that would happen." I admitted.

    "Then I've been naughty, again." She explained, "A slut slave isn't suppose to cum until her master lets her."

    "Oh." My dick understood what she meant before I could. It twitched, eager to fuck the nice lady some more. "Does that mean I have to punish you?"

    "A slut slave never decides what their Master should do." She smiled, realizing that I had only been following her lead. I had done it so well, she believed I had an aptitude for being a Master. "Many slaves will act up, if their Master doesn't take a firm hand with them. Some might even throw a tantrum. I'm not very good at being a slave, but I really like you being my master."

    That didn't sound good. How could I fuck the arousing Mrs. Abbey if she acted up? "I think you have to turn over and let me spank your big behind, M-, um, Slut." I dared to called her that.

    "Yes, Master. I'm sorry I came before you let me. But please don't spank me. I'll be good, next time."

    I was again confused. "Uh, okay. I want to make a baby in you before Mom gets back." I started to straddle the prone woman.

    Mrs. Abby figured out that I didn't understand her contrary statements. She reinforced what she needed from me. "If that's what you want, but I'm feeling kinda surly. I should dress. After all, I've already cum, really strongly too. Maybe I don't need your cock any more." She winked at me.

    Confusion turned to frustration, almost. When she winked, I suddenly knew she was still playing a game. I knew what to do. Waving the wand, I commanded. "Slutus Obedtiam!"

    I put the big head of the wand against her mouth. "No talking, Slut. You have obey!"

    Mrs. Abbey opened her mouth as wide as she could, accepting as much of the soft intrusion as she could, but it was too big. It's buzzing made her teeth rattle. She nodded to indicate capitulation.

    "Now turn over. I have to punish you."

    Her mouth fell away from the thick, vibrating head when she rolled to present her naked ass. I acted quickly.

    I giggled at first, but then I had to actually spank her. I had never spanked anyone before. To cover for hesitating, I told her. "You've been bad."

    "Yes, Master. Thank you for-"

    Smack! I slapped her butt.

    "OH!"

    "I said, no talking." I blurted and swatted Mrs. Abbey's soft, wide butt again! My hand and voice pierced her pretense. She yipped! "Sorry!"

    My first act as a master briefly stunned me, but my hard pee pee didn't want to wait. I needed her to be a good slut, right away. Her contrition broke my hesitation to spank the big assed woman. She wanted this! I cracked my palm against her fat butt, harder. SMACK!

    "OW!"

    Her outcry sounded fake, and I told her to stop talking. Was an 'OW' talking? I decided to let her voice her punishment. That way I would know if I went too far. I spanked her again. SWAT!

    "Yowie!"

    That made me giggle. It sounded more like she was having fun, than being punished. I was of two minds. I liked playing with Mrs. Abbey, and my hard peter, unexpectedly, didn't mind waiting to make a baby, if I could spank her. That I could enjoy punishing a slut as much as making a baby, was new, and very exciting! I beat her with both hands, one after another.

    SMACK! SWAT! SMACK! SMACK!

    "OH, Oh, OW, ... Ouch!" That last blow must have actually hurt. I kept hitting the same spot on her ass, making it red and sensitive. Mrs. Abbey later told me, that she had been hurt worse, consensually, but I was still young.

    "Billy-" SWAT!

    "No talking." I struck her three more times. The red spot on her ass began to darken, but his arms were getting tired. The boy had been ready to stop, until she called his name.

    "OWW!" The three blows rained on the sore spot. She tried shifting her ass, but now that I had a target, I didn't relent or miss. SWAT! SMACK!

    "Bad Slut." My arms were really tired. SMACK! SMACK! And my hands were sore.

    "OOOWWW!" Charlotte cried out for real.

    Exhausted, I had to stop. "Are you going to be a good Slut now?"

    Charlotte honestly didn't know if she should answer or keep silent. It kinda turned her on.

    When Mrs. Abbey didn't reply, I barked. "Answer me."

    "Yes, Master, this slut wants to be good. Thank you for punishing me."

    "I need to make a baby in you. Lift up your bottom." My dick vibrated as vigorously as the abandoned, magic wand. Its wait had ended. I needed my pee pee back in her puss!

    "Please, Master." Her weight shifted into her fat tits as she raised her butt to the level of my groin. I stood on my knees upon the firm mattress.

    After shuffling between Mrs. Abbey's legs, I fisted my peter into her hairy, thick lips. My tip felt how incredibly wet she had become.

    "This slut begs you to use your magic wand to make her pregnant!" She begged. Softly she said to herself, "It's not like he's old enough to cum."

    Tara had thought the same thing. I wondered if Mrs. Abbey would be as surprised. I grinned behind the soft assed woman. I was her master. She had to accept whatever I gave her. Or so I thought. When my prick found her inner hole, I rushed to stick it deep inside! The plunging shaft sparked fires in both our loins.

    "Aaaaaahhh!" It felt so good! I immediately pumped my randy erection in and out of Mrs. Abbey's hot pussy. She cooed from my urgent fucking hard cock. "Ohhh, Billy, taking me from behind makes it feel fresh!"

    "I love fucking you, Mrs. Abbey!"

    So much for dominance and submission, the hot assed woman smiled. I later learned that the bottom must sometimes top the top. Today, that wisdom had been vital for making her come harder than ever before. Already, she could feel her body glowing - a strong beginning for her next orgasm.

    I felt my loins tense up from the incredible sensations that my humping peter dug out of Mrs. Abbey's hairy slit. Her juices squirted up the stiff shaft each time it pounded deep. I was going to cum faster than ever! Spanking the slut slave had made me desperate to fuck. All I wanted was to shoot lots of cum, as soon as possible, into the special hole that was built to use it.

    "I love how your fucking me so hard with your real, magic wand! Making babies with you is the best!"

    "I'm gonna cum soon, Mrs. Abbey. That's the only spell I know with this wand." I played along.

    Mrs. Abbey's arousal grew slower than mine, having just cum. She felt like she had cheated me and wanted to atone. She blurted, "Impregnatus, Billy! If you use that spell, I'm guaranteed to get pregnant! Sometimes cum isn't enough." She baited me as I teetered on an orgasm. The cock driving through her dripping cunt never slowed. She begged, "Cast Impregnatus!" My hard fucking goaded her.

    But my mind was too far gone, so close to exploding in the voluptuous woman's lusting tunnel. I forgot that a slave mustn't tell her master what to do, but the word rang like a bell in my head. Impregnatus. It sounded regal and powerful. It sounded better than every spell I had read on the internet.

    My groin muscles contracted around the store of cum that had been building at the base of my pee pee since Mrs. Abbey took off her clothes. I shouted with the force of lust that burst through my body. "IMPREGNATUS!"

    Thick, hot missiles launched into my slut's sopping cunt. "OOOOHHHH, UUUUHHHNNNNGGG!" My driving prick lurched but didn't stop fucking her. Every lurch spewed gouts of creamy cum into her inner sanctum. Hot globs filled her crevice to bursting.

    "Billy, y-your actually cumming!" She wailed from surprise. Then another surprise struck her. The sensation of the hot, sticky flooding her unprotected sex was like a hammer to her masochistic psyche. She told me, lightning bolts lanced up her spine each time my cock spit more of it's boiling seed. Her cunt vibrated all around my thrusting prick. She came in waves, each lasting for an eternity of bliss!

    I howled with joy! Impregnatus! Just thinking the word kept me cumming, mentally and physically. My peter had never spewed so much cum! It felt like I was blasting Mrs. Abbey's puss for hours. A tidal wave crashed upon me, drowning my senses with pleasure.

    Two spent bodies crashed on the wide mattress. Our eyelids fluttered from orgasmic overload. Very soon, Momma would return.

    I didn't realize how tired I was until I began to dream. It had been an exhausting trip, full of wonders and strangeness and short bouts of intense effort. I hadn't slept much the night before. I dreamed of warning Mrs. Abbey, "Mom will be home soon. We can't let her know-"

    Mother talked to me. "Did you have a good time fucking?" She dipped and swung over me, like an angel.

    "Honey?" I began waking. I felt clothes on my body. Had Mrs. Abbey dressed me while I slept? The bed moved beneath me. "Honey?" Mother smiled. "Is it a good time to be tucking you in?" She shook out one of the sheets Mrs. Abbey had washed before we arrived. She rolled me over, to fit the sheet beneath me. "I'm tired too." She sighed.

    "The movers were very expensive, but at least your father's new company will reimburse most of it. Mrs. Abbey told me how good you were." Mother's lips curled into a slight grin. "I offered her a reward, again, for doing the wash, but she said she had been rewarded enough to have a man all to herself, if just for a couple hours." Mother's grin grew.

    "We'll write her a thank you note. I got her address." Mother completed dressing the bed and took a nightgown out from her suitcase. She changed in the bathroom.

    I sat up, waiting. I had seen her in it before.

    She returned with a shimmy in her walk. The thick flannel wriggled at her chest and hips. "You can sleep more, with me, if you like.

    "Your father will be home late. If you want something to eat, I made a sandwich for each of you and put them in the fridge. I bought milk on the way back. A nice, Muslim woman runs the corner market. They have to charge more than a grocery chain, but it's good to buy from local stores, especially since we're new here."

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    Grogginess parted like clouds before the sun, when mother said she had made sandwiches. Yet my first act, after climbing off the bed and making room for mom to change the sheets, was to look back for any sign of having made a baby with Mrs. Abbey. I didn't see any, and I didn't feel dirty, you know, down there. Had Mrs. Abbey washed my pee pee before dressing me? Sleeping through such a thing didn't surprise me. I can sleep through anything.

    "How about if I take the thank you card to Mrs. Abbey in person?" Already, I wanted to see her again. She had taught me such amazing things! I looked for the magic wand, and caught a glimpse of its box in Dad's box, neatly repacked.

    "That's very thoughtful of you, sweetheart, but I doubt I'll have time to escort you. There's so much for us to do, all the unpacking. I haven't even made your bed. The sofa bed was locked for shipping. Your father will have to unlock it, when he gets home.

    Once again, I would sleep in the living room. I didn't mind. I got to have the biggest room, all to myself, all night! "I could take the bus by myself."

    Mother pretended surprise. "Would you? I'm not so sure. I caught a few of the words you exchanged with that young, punk girl." Mother smiled mockingly. "Eat you alive?" Her smile softened. "I can't have that happen." She paused to shake the top sheet across her bed.

    "I've heard a few things, regarding you, Billy, since we left our old home. They made me realize - you're growing up. It won't be too long until you can take the bus by yourself, but it's all too new, right now. We'll go on bus excursions, after school every now and then, to learn the transit system.

    My gambit failed, I consoled myself by running into the kitchen area and grabbing a sandwich and the milk carton out of the fridge.

    Half an hour later, food in my tummy revived my energy and spirit. Mother was in bed, snoozing. She was so beautiful, but I worried. If I slept with her again, would I disturb her in my sleep, like I had in the train?

    Feeling rambunctious, I looked in Momma's purse and found the three business cards, she had collected, for Mrs. Charlotte Abbey, Mr. Samuel Crocle, and Mr. Harold Colkick. I guessed Mr. Crocle was the black man who had been too nice to Momma. Except for that, he had been very polite and understanding. I didn't care about that, but it made me remember his wife's name, Mavis.

    I copied all of their names and addresses into the notepad on my watch. I spent another hour looking through the boxes. It was getting dark outside, and I was feeling tired again. I could grab a towel from the bathroom and curl up on the couch, or I could climb under the covers with Momma. Maybe, if I slept on the far side of her, I wouldn't trouble her. I stood quiet, deciding.

    There was one more thing I considered. Mother let me take money from her purse but no more than a couple dollars, if I told her about it later. I wondered what kind of candy, a dollar or two would buy from the corner market. That was a little scary, the sun having just set. I took my keys to the apartment, just in case. That made me realize, I could explore the building.

    There was plenty of time. Dad probably wouldn't be home for a couple hours.

    I wanted candy very much, but using Momma's money to buy it kinda bothered me. Deciding against the corner market had nothing to do with how scary a 'poor' neighborhood could be in the evening, I told myself.

    I looked in on Momma again, and frowned. She needed her sleep, not a squirmy boy next to her. Going to the front door, I set an alarm on my watch, for one hour. I tested my keys in the lock, before peeking up and down the walkway. Outside, the second floor looked down on an inner courtyard. An old man was sweeping it.

    I braved going out and creeping down the second story walk, shutting the locked door behind me. I gulped and took my first steps.

    "Well, hello there! Are you the new tenant?" A creaky, deep voice arrested me. It was the old man.

    "Yes, Sir. Momma and I just got here today."

    "Good. I hope you had a decent journey. Your old man is a fine sort. Let your Momma know, she's welcome to visit me and my wife in 101, anytime, to say hello. Colleen will make cookies, if you call in advance. Your father has our number. We're the apartment managers.

    "Oh, okay. Thanks." I didn't know what to say. "Hello, to you too." We had an apartment manager for our old place. She wasn't very nice, always harping about the maintenance she had to put up with. This man sounded a lot nicer. I hoped her wife was too."

    "If you're just looking around, I can let you into the basement storage, if you want."

    That sounded scarier than going to the corner store. "No, thank you, Sir."

    "Well, aren't you the polite one." He grinned, then looked grave. "Just don't climb the ladder to the roof. It's dangerous up there."

    That sounded dangerous, but it sounded kinda cool too. I had watched a few anime where school kids hung out on rooftops. "No, Sir, I won't."

    He returned to sweeping the courtyard.

    Above us, a few stars shined, not nearly as many as I could see from the window in our old home, though.

    I walked around the second floor way until I reached the stairs. I climbed to the third floor. Looking down from that height made my stomach queasy. I walked along the front side of the apartments, trying to look straight ahead. Passing apartment 314, I heard a familiar buzzing from a half open window. The curtain was drawn, but light flew out through a small the gap between them. A quick peek wouldn't hurt, I told myself.

    I couldn't see much, just a kitchen like my new one, but over the counter I saw a head of golden hair swaying. I imagined she was sitting on chair just beyond the kitchen, in the main room. It was a girl, because I could hear her voice, soft but strong.

    "You dumb lug! I wanted you inside me, but your stupid car broke down, and I have to imagine you fucking me." The buzzing deepened as she pressed it harder against herself. I knew that sound, from when I had pressed the magic wand against Mrs. Abbey's puss.

    "Mmmm, I should tell you to go to hell, Craig! This toy is better than you've ever been."

    My cheeks grew hot. I was only going to peek for a second. I pulled myself away, embarrassed, and kept walking.

    About that time, a little, scruffy dog bounded up the stairs and ran past me. It stopped three doors down and scratched it with a paw. I froze and waited.

    The door opened, and a fat lady stepped one foot on the doormat. "Sir Arthur, you've returned from your quest!" She smiled. She had the biggest smile I've ever seen. "Come on, there's always a treat for accomplished knights of the round table."

    The little dog darted inside. She grabbed the door but spotted me, mid closing. "Hello there."

    I squeaked, "H-hello?"

    She gave me the curious eyes. "Are you suppose to be up here?"

    "Um, I-I live downstairs."

    "Ah, you must be Glen's brat." She giggled. "Sorry, I'm kidding. Your father picked me up at the clinic once. I was on massive drugs. I kept begging him for details about your family."

    Once again. I didn't know what to say. Was this person a junkie? I only knew that junkies took drugs and were bad. I wanted to run home and crawl into bed with Momma. I didn't care if I woke her.

    "Whoa there little fellow! Didn't mean to make your eyes pop out. I had a cracked leg bone, and the free clinic wouldn't let me go, after setting it and putting on the cast, without an adult to check me out. See?" She hobbled her other leg onto the walkway. It was a big cast, because she was a very big woman. "Your Dad was nice enough to help me home, that night." She smiled, but it looked more sheepish than pleased. "You're Billy, right? I'm Annie Butler."

    "H-hello."

    She smiled wide again. "You already said that." She stepped back halfway. "Can't let the bugs in. You have fun looking around. Tell your mom, she's welcome to visit, especially if you come with her. You're almost as cute as Sir Arthur." She winked and closed the door.

    It took almost a minute for my heart to settle. I bravely moved forward. Passing Mrs. Butler's door, it opened suddenly. "Oh, and I should warn you." She peeked around the edge. "Don't go on the roof, especially after sunset."

    I nearly jumped out of my skin! She shut the door again, and I heard it lock this time. It took three minutes of counting to ten, over and over, until I felt brave enough to press on. I reached the next set of stairs. The building had four floors.

    On the fourth floor, I saw a girl watering a few plants hanging from the railing across from her home's door. It was open. Upon seeing me, she ran inside. A man stepped out. "Who-?" He boomed at first. I turned but was stopped by his next utterance. "Oh. You gave my girl a fright." He was big, burly not fat. He needed a shave and he wore one of those t-shirts that didn't have sleeves. His pants were sweatpants.

    "Sorry."

    "Yeah," He scratched his rippling stomach. The shirt was very tight. "What are you doing up here?"

    "I-I live on the second floor."

    "Haven't seen you around before."

    "I'm, uh, new?"

    "Whatever kid. Just stay out of my plants there. You'll make my little Ginger cry if you hurt them."

    "I wouldn't." I stammered. "Never."

    The man simply grunted and closed the door. I didn't dare walk past it.

    I went back to the stairs, without going around the walkway that looped the courtyard, from three floors up. I didn't dare look down. Just as I was ready to march home, I looked up. A ladder climbed the far wall. It led to an open trap door. I bit my lip and slipped around the railing between me and it. I had to know.

    My hands shook each time the reached for a new rung. It took a whole minute to breach the opening. A few starts beckoned. I dared to peek over the lip. The roof was flat, and the walls stood raised about a foot around it. Ten feet from me, a bundle of blue plastic tarp lie. The evening's cold breeze rustled it.

    "Gosh." I barely spoke. It was pretty scary. I looked down, eager to descend.

    "Who's that?" A mop of frazzled hair poked out of one end of the bundle of plastic. Two black eyes stung me. "You're just a boy!" Their harsh voice accused.

    I froze. I felt my bladder tighten. This was very bad.

    "Ho, Child! Have you come to be a tasty treat for the roof witch?" She actually cackled!

    My next memory was of racing down the stairwell. I must have flown down the ladder, for I don't remember climbing. I was so scared! I reached my new home and fumbled with the keys. It took six tries to unlock the door and flee inside. I shut it and locked it and ran to the bedroom and dashed under the covers, still wearing my sneakers. I huddled as far from my mother as I could, trying not to disturb her.

    "Glen?" Mother roused. She reached out and caught my shoulders. "I've missed you- Billy?" Her eyes opened. "What's the matter? You look so scared."

    "Momma!" I squealed. She pulled me to her and held me against her breasts. She kissed my forehead. "It's okay. You're safe here. What happened?"

    "I went outside, just to look." I willed myself not to cry. Momma's strong arms and soft chest helped. "There was a lady on the roof." I dared tell her. "She said she was a witch!"

    "My goodness! She did?" She hugged me tight. "Was she a good witch or a bad witch?"

    The question bothered me. "She scared me, Momma. She must be bad."

    "That's not always true, Billy. Sometimes scary people are the nicest. Most of them can't help looking scary. The have to be nice, to compensate."

    I wasn't accepting that, but I didn't argue. I remained scared. Held in Momma's warm arms and pressed against her soft boobs, I knew I wouldn't be scared for long. Good witch or bad, I trusted Momma to protect me.

    "Remember how I said you're growing up. You're already a smart and strong young man, Billy." She reassured. "But just for a little while, would you like to be Momma's baby again?"

    For the first time, in a long while, I didn't hate being called a baby. She hadn't. She simple asked if I wanted to pretend. I knew she wanted me to feel as safe as I had when I was a babe in her arms.

    An image invaded my thoughts. It was from a page in the book about making babies. It showed a baby drinking milk from their mother's boobs. I remember how peaceful the baby looked. Then something less than peaceful happened between my legs. My pee pee grew into a boner and pressed against Mother's thigh.

    "Well, that's unexpected," Mother cooed. "But nice. It shows you're not too scared." She confirmed. "It's okay, Billy. I don't mind your penis touching me, if you'll be my baby again for just a little while."

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    I didn't want to be a baby. A man wouldn't run from a witch. He'd face her down and stand up for himself. I fled like I was two and hid behind my mother's skirt. I couldn't help my feelings, but I felt ashamed having them. Mother's gentle arms and warm hug were what I needed. I couldn't feel bad about Momma, not ever.

    A number appeared in my thoughts, five. I could let Momma baby me for five minutes, I decided. Which reminded me, I had one alarm still set on my watch, to make sure I returned ahead of Daddy. I hadn't been out for even half an hour before running back. I fumbled under the covers, the light from my watch illuminating mother's soft curves, to reset the alarm. I deleted the current alarm, but before I could set the next one, Momma shifted.

    "Is that light from your watch?" She asked and felt down my body with a hand. Her feet touched mine."And you're wearing shoes in bed? Billy, you know better. She poked her head under the covers. The blue glow gave her a grave look. "It is kinda fun having a light under here." She smiled. "But no shoes, please."

    She waited while I untied and shucked them out of the bed. The watch darkened. "Still worried about the witch?" Her voice pierced the black space we shared.

    Oddly, removing my shoes had been enough of a distraction. When I thought of the witch again, she no longer felt like an immediate threat. I wasn't so afraid. "Not really."

    "Does that mean you don't want to be Momma's baby?" Her words, in the dark, revealed her smile.

    "I guess I don't need to." It was sad to admit.

    "Oh, pooh. I was hoping you might, for just a little bit. It'd be nice to hold you in my arms, until Daddy gets home.

    "You can hold the grown up me." I offered.

    "But that might made Daddy jealous." She teased.

    "We don't have to tell him."

    "Billy, how would you feel if I kept secrets from you?"

    I wouldn't like that. I trusted my mother. I couldn't, if she kept important things from me. Then I felt bad, very bad. This was a chance to come clean, to earn her trust.

    "Momma, I didn't tell you everything that happened on the train, and-"

    "Shhh, Billy. Whatever you did, as long as you're okay with it, that's your business. You didn't involve me or the family. So I don't need to know, and I don't want to know."

    "But Daddy is family?"

    "That's right, Sweetie. But he wouldn't mind if you were my baby. Her arms reached around me again.

    "For just a little bit." I allowed. She smelled wonderful under the covers. Maybe six minutes, I told myself. The length of my body pressed hers. My hard pee pee now lie between her thighs. I wasn't sure she could feel it there. My face hung below her chin and above her breasts.

    She bent her neck and kissed my cheek. "Holding you makes me very happy. What can Momma do to make her baby happy?"

    I stopped fearing the woman who said she was a witch. Mother would protect me from her. I knew it with all of my heart, but my heart harbored a lingering regret that begged for absolution. I spoke from the heart, "Momma, can you forgive me for last night?"

    "Honey, it's okay, what you do with other people-"

    I interrupted, not wanting to hear her amazing kindness again. I needed forgiveness. "No, for what I did to you, in my sleep!"

    I couldn't see her expression, under the covers, now so warm from our breath. "Honey, I'm not sure what you mean. Did it happen when I asleep?" A mote of concern crept into her lovely voice.

    "You woke and scolded me. I had put my hand..." I could hardly say it. "...on your boob."

    Silence. Then, even muted by thick covers, a tinkling of laughter reached my ears. "Oh, Sweetheart! Have you felt guilty about that, all this time? I'm so sorry!" She sounded as if she needed my forgiveness. "I was having a dream about you, and I was reacting to that, not your touch. Goodness! Billy, I'm the one who should feel guilty." Momma's hug tightened. "I would never reject something as innocent as your hand on me while you slept."

    Momma's sincerity convinced me. She was apologizing for real. "You mean, it's okay if I touched your boob in my sleep?"

    "Honey, you were sleeping! It's not your fault. All human beings crave being touched, held, hugged! Why do you think I'm so happy to be holding you right now? It's one of the best things about being human."

    Relief flooded my senses. I had been so worried that Momma was afraid of me touching her while she slept. She hadn't been angry at all! Even then, I sought reassurance. "Really, it's okay?" I whispered, feeling a little foolish for not fully believing her.

    Mother tapped my watch, to light it up briefly. So I could see her face. She was worried, FOR me. "Billy, I trust you. I know if you touch me - it doesn't matter if you're asleep, and it doesn't matter what part of me you touch - it'll be because you honestly need to. You would never hurt me, against my will."

    Momma didn't need to say the last thing. I would never even want to make Momma sad! I hugged her as hard as I could, to show her, there was nothing for me to forgive. My watch slept again.

    After that, it was just a mother and child holding each other, without guilt.

    Then, a little bit of adult crept into my mind, a daring curiosity. "What was your dream about, Momma?"

    "What dream, Billy?"

    "The dream you had when I touched your boob, last night."

    "Oh." Mother caught her breath. "I, um, would rather not say that, while I'm holding my baby."

    She probably didn't want to tell me at all, but I had agreed to be a baby for just a little while. Would she tell me when I stopped pretending? "How long do you want me to be your baby?"

    "Forever and ever!" She sang beautifully. "Billy, it's wonderful pretending with you, like this, but I love you just as much when you're the mature, young man that you've become."

    "If I stop being a baby, can we keep hugging like this?"

    "Try and stop me." She gave my bum a quick pat.

    I didn't want to stop hugging, but I kinda wished my pee pee would relax. I decided to try something I had only recently practiced, to show her I was ready to stop pretending. I decided to tell her what I wanted, like I had, to Mrs. Abbey. "Momma, I want you to tell me everything that happened in your dream." I said with my most confident voice.

    This time, when Mother spoke, she used a voice I had never heard before, except for last night on the train and this morning in the park bathroom. I wouldn't have recognized its meekness, if I hadn't heard it in the dark.

    "You do?" She started with a squeak. At the same time, I felt her heart beat faster. If my ear had been against her chest, it would have sounded like a powerful drum. Momma's voice wavered, as if she struggled to answer me. "When you're like this, Billy, I can't refuse."

    She described her dream. "I was driving you to school, your old school, Billy. We were late. I don't know why. Traffic was slow, and the other drivers were looking for someone to blame. You told me, 'It's because you don't see yourself, Momma'

    "You cupped my breast with your hand, and you lifted it as an example. You said it was lonely. It needed a new mouth to feed. You opened your mouth, to demonstrate, but your teeth were sharp. I video called your father, but his smile was dull. He mouthed silent words and faded. Your hand began squeezing. It felt good, but I was afraid of your teeth.

    Mother hastened to reassure me. "I woke up and realized it was a dream, except I felt your hand for real." Her voice strengthened. "I overreacted, Billy, and I'm sorry for making you feel guilty. Yours was an innocent touch any child might give a parent." She took my hand in hers, holding it loose. "You can touch me, right now, if you want proof."

    Now my heart pounded. Momma was encouraging me to release my guilt and to touch her however I liked, I felt. A new worry invaded the space left behind by the discarded one. My pee pee twitched and yearned to let go of its tension. Mother promised it was okay if it touched her while we hugged, but masturbating would disturb our closeness. Hugging, Momma and I could share our joy. An orgasm would be for my sake. I didn't want to do it myself or ask her to help. That would break our hug.

    For the moment, my eager truncheon fit between her thighs without touching them, much. I fought it's need by concentrating on Mother's offer. I reached to her chest and gently cupped the flannel covering the curve of her boob.

    "Thank you, Billy." Momma kissed the top of my head. "See, it's really no different than holding any other part of me."

    Mother was wrong. My pee pee reacted very differently when I held her boob, compared to the arm snaked around her side, pressing her back. I wanted to make a baby with Momma, but thinking that fed my new worry. It felt wrong to indulge my desire and abandon our togetherness. Maybe another day, I would ask her.

    I didn't know it at the time, but our special closeness resulted from her sharing her very intimate dream. I didn't want to betray or weaken that intimacy. I wanted to increase it. In her dream, I had tried to nurse on her, after making her feel good with my hand. My dream teeth had been sharp and scary. I owed it to her, to prove my goodwill, because she had given me proof of hers. The need to reassure her released me from the urgency of my erection.

    At my age, small dilemmas are large when not faced with significant ones. The problem was, I believed only babies sucked on their Momma's breasts. I broke away from pretending to be a baby, when I urged mother to tell her dream. If I became her baby again, would she lose some of her respect for the adult I was becoming? That would hurt worse than my hard penis.

    "You're very quiet, Billy. Are you sure you're not feeling guilty about holding Momma's breast?"

    "No, Momma." I couldn't let her think that. So I confessed. I loved and trusted her more than anyone. "If I was your baby, I could prove that my teeth would never hurt you, not even your boob. But I don't want you to think that I'm a baby, since we stopped pretending."

    "You sound so serious." Mother's voice wasn't.

    "I need to show you, Momma. My teeth aren't sharp."

    Instead of telling me, it was just a dream, her dream, that had nothing to do with the real me, she simply cooed. "Aww." She relaxed her grip around me and shifted for wiggle room. In doing so, she jostled my watch, and it lit up our space under the covers. "If that's what you need, Billy. Just a second." How she managed to pull her arm, the one not pinned to the bed, out of her nightgown, surprised me. She must do it a lot, to shuck her gown so easily. My hand, on that side of her, fell to her hip. She pulled the loose neck down, until it stretched just enough to uncover her beautiful boob tinted blue by the light from my watch.

    My confidence trembled, in the face of Mother's forwardness. "Are you sure you won't think I'm a baby?"

    "Certainly not, Honey. Plenty of grown men find comfort from a woman's breast." She assured.

    Having seen Mother's skill at opening her gown, the idea of my father touching her there flitted across my mind. That didn't stop me from opening my mouth, teeth pulled back as far as possible, and taking Momma's nipple between my lips.

    "Mmmm." She sighed. "Your kiss feels even nicer than your hand." She smoothed my hair.

    I don't remember sucking on Momma's breast as a baby. Did grown men, with their mothers? The question was moot. Upon hearing her soft moan, I held her in both of my arms and pulled myself full against her body. My kiss strengthened, making her nipple harden. I remembered this from the other tits I'd sucked. But this was Mother's boob, and I nearly swooned from joy. I barely noticed that my hard penis had been pulled into Mother's thighs, until it pressed comfortably between them. It twitched with need.

    Mother must have noticed, but she reacted only by petting my hair again and confirming, "This is how a man treats a woman." She hugged me with both arms, reinforcing the connection down the length of our bodies.

    Upon sucking her breast, my attention zeroed in, to ensure I didn't bite Momma or rasp my teeth across her hard nipple. I didn't even notice my hips slowly hunching, rubbing my pee pee between Momma's thighs. Three layers of cloth separated them.

    It's likely Mother noticed, but she continued to moan softly. "Hhhh- you're very manly, Billy."

    I dared to lick her nipple, as I sucked, careful to keep my teeth away. I couldn't help but hum. "Mmmm."

    Mother mewled as I sucked and sighed on her beautiful breast. My watch darkened, freeing our senses to focus on the pleasures derived from our incestuous embrace. When my hunching hips humped faster, I became aware of this potential violation of Mother's trust. I wanted to stop and simply enjoy sucking her, but my penis acted otherwise. It needed to release it's almost painful tightness. My will lost control of my body. If my mouth could have abandoned the wonderful nub of hard flesh it pleasured, I would have begged her forgiveness. My lips and tongue and hips only increased their motions.

    "Ohhh, you're making Momma wish you wanted to use your teeth, Billy." She groaned. Her body started shivering, in my hands, my mouth, but most of all against my rutting, clothed pee pee. Her hips moved to increase the sensations against it. "Sometimes, the sharpest of teeth are what a woman needs. Unnngghhh!"

    As my body decided its actions, separate from my will, I felt betrayed when my teeth bit down upon Mother's nipple. I blamed my penis, as it was nearly bursting to let go of its incredible arousal. I eased the bite, but it sank into her rubbery nub deeper than a nibble.

    "Billy!! Ohh- OHH!! You're making Momma- Aaaahhhh!!!" She cried out! The dense, hot bedclothes were unable to mute her exclamation.

    The first sounds of Mother's outcry triggered small explosions in my loins which, in turn, triggered a massive jolt of pleasure from my boner to my brain. I shouted, freeing her abused nipple, "Mommaaaaaa!!!" My penis lurched and my hips bucked against her thighs, punching my hardon fiercely into her cleft. It spasmed and jerked. My head drowned in the ecstasy that flooded up from my crotch.

    The sensations soared far above my recent experiences, as if the world vanished and only Mother and I existed. We flew, united in soul if not in body.

    We sighed as one, and went limp together, and breathed heavily with the same rhythm, our hearts beating equally fast. We lay together, quiet, until realization struck me. I hadn't cum.

    "Oh, no!" I exclaimed, the haze of my orgasm evaporated. Had doing it in my clothes broke my penis? Was it because I had done it against my mother's body? That thought scared me the most! I was about to beg Mother's forgiveness, and apologize, when the apartment's front door opened.

    "Hello, my beautiful wife, my amazing son!" Daddy called out.

    Mother must have known, from my concerned outburst, something troubled me, but there was no time to explain. Father had finally come home. She told me, clearly and strongly, "You've done nothing to be ashamed about, Billy. What happened here was wonderful. I will explain everything to your father, in time. Remember, no secrets in the family, but for now, go and greet him like you always do, while I put my gown back on. She began working her arm into the flannel sleeve. I ducked out of the covers and ran to the main room.

    "Dad!" I jumped, arms stretched.

    He caught me, dropping his briefcase, to use both arms. "I've missed you so much, Billy. How was your trip?"

    "It was really great! Mom brought a whole bag of snacks, and I got a super amazing watch for twenty dollars, and the conductor let me be her boyfriend for a day!"

    "Wow!" Dad kissed my cheek. "Did you ever take a look out the windows?" He smiled.

    "Of course, silly." I chided, but I suddenly realized, I couldn't remember anything I had seen of the lands Momma and I had travelled. "Momma, took pictures." At least, I was pretty sure she had.

    "Hello, Glen. I've missed you so much." Mother entered, face flushed. Maybe she was embarrassed to be wearing her nightgown. "Do you two have room for me in that hug?"

    Father glowered. "Just a second, Woman." He looked up and down mother's shapely figure. "I haven't seen my wife in so long, I wouldn't to cheat on her by accident." He grinned and offered an open arm, holding me up with the other. "By the stars, it is you, my precious Faun!"

    We all embraced and nuzzled, until our joyous reuniting was mutually satisfied.

    Mother described our journey in more detail than I had patience for, while Daddy sought the promised sandwich. I surreptitiously scuttled into the bathroom and checked inside my underwear. The crotch panel was a little wet, but I didn't see any, or recognize the smell of, my cum. What was wrong with me? I didn't dare tell anyone, not even Dad or Momma. Mother promised she would explain what happened between us. I assumed, at a better time than upon greeting Daddy after weeks of separation.

    Mother did dart a careful glance at me, upon my exiting the bathroom. "...Of course, I talked with Mr. Colkick, to make sure he wanted Billy to have it." Mother explained to Daddy how I would soon have to decide whether to sell the watch back for fifty dollars or keep it."

    I approached them slowly, hiding my new concern, and showed the watch to him. "What should I do, Daddy?"

    "You have a tough choice, Son. That's a very expensive and useful watch. Fifty dollars is a bit more than twenty. It's a lot of money for a boy your age, but this Mr. Colkick sounds like good man. He won't take offense, no matter what you decide."

    "Oh." I would have been happier for his wisdom, if my failure to cum wasn't weighing on me.

    Father described his new job and the projects he was working on, while mother dug into boxes and made a bed on the sofa for me. "We'll have your father unlock the mattress in the morning."

    I hardly heard her, listening to Daddy talk about all the work he had to do. It helped to take my mind off of my new trouble. I felt sorry for him. I wished I could make money for the family. The twenty dollars I spent on the watch had been all of my travelling money, even fifty wouldn't help much, but it was a lot of money for me. What Mother said next, threw all my concerns out of the window.

    "Billy said, he saw a witch this evening, on the roof of the building."

    Father's eyes clung to me. "Really?"

    "I, for one, believe him." Mother stood up for me. "What do you make of it?"

    "I'd say our son is a very brave, young man." Daddy asked, "Didn't anyone warn you?"

    Mother hadn't been. Her husband's question confused her. I jumped in, to save her. "The manager said the roof was dangerous."

    "Well," Daddy nodded suspiciously, "That's not untrue. It's possible to fall off the roof, but he should have explained the situation up there, instead of scaring you." Daddy guessed right, that I had been scared. "The woman you saw on the roof, Billy, she owns the building."

    "Honestly?" Mother exclaimed. "That's hard to believe."

    "I didn't either. Except for sleeping on the roof, Ms. McDougal is a respectable woman."

    "She said she was a witch!" I repeated.

    "She may call herself that, Billy, but I think she's an angel." Daddy told Mother, "Gladys McDougal could charge twice the rent for her apartments. But she actually cares about her tenants. Most of them have lived here through years that saw every other rent in the neighborhood jack up higher and higher. Our landlady spends plenty to keep the building in top shape, too. If you ever have a problem with the apartment, she'll send one of the managers, Godwin or Colleen, to take care of it."

    "Does she really live on the roof?"

    "She sleeps there. She swears it's the only way she can get a full night's sleep. I don't care, as long at it helps her. She even has a pup tent, for when it rains. Actually, she lives in one of the apartments downstairs."

    "Wow." I breathed. Ms. McDougal didn't sound so scary after all, but I wasn't in any hurry to encounter her again, even if she wasn't on the roof.

    "Bless my stars." Mother said. "The things you learn about people. It's too easy to misjudge them." She looked at me, the slightest of concern on her face. "On the matter of sleeping..." She dangled.

    My bed had been made. It was only kinda late. I didn't have to go to bed by then, unless the next day was a school day.

    Some invisible signal passed between Mom and Dad. He stood up and hugged me. "I'm so sorry, Billy, that I had to be away for a long time. Can you forgive me?"

    "Of course, Silly." I closed my eyes and returned the hug.

    He let go and took Mother in his arms. "We're all tired. Your mother and I are going to bed. Sleep when you can, Billy. I'll be up, bright and early. Tell me about your one day girlfriend, in the morning. He grinned and led mother to their bedroom.

    I sighed, having been shut alone in the main room. It was a sigh of relief! I took off my pants and underwear and looked at my penis. It looked like it always did, except for a little redness where it rubbed against my shorts. I changed into my pajamas and played with my watch, to distract myself.

    I heard noises from the bedroom. The walls or door must have been thinner than our old apartment. I knew Mother and Father played with each other. They called it, "...having a little party, just for themselves." I always thought they played a game or ate candy. In the last three days, I had learned what the sounds they made meant. Daddy was making a baby with Momma. Compared to me and Mrs. Abbey, they were pretty quiet about it. A long silence ended their party. I was about to go to bed, when I heard Momma talking. Moving next to the door, I could make out her words.

    "We promised, when we got him that picture book, we would support any choice Billy made regarding sex, as long as it wouldn't harm him. I need you to uphold your promise, Glen. Billy has begun to explore. More than questions, he has me doing things for him. I need your support, if I'm going to continue to do them."

    "You'll stop, if I don't uphold my promise?"

    "That's right, Glen. You're as much his father as I am his mother. I don't believe bullshit about a mother being the more important parent."

    Father answered, "Well, I recall another promise, that I made to you. I would love, honor, and support you through all the difficulties of making a life together. Our children are a part of that life. I trust, you don't want me to suffer, but if Billy decided something that might hurt my feelings, and you needed to support him over me, I will never fault your choice."

    "Glen, you are wonderful, and I love you with all of my soul. Let me show you how much, with all of my body, again." Sheets rustled and their bed creaked.

    "He's listening. Isn't he?"

    There came light, smacking noises. "Probably. Just imagine what we're encouraging."

    "Love, I'm already as hard as I can get!" Father complained humorously.

    The sounds from their room relapsed into embarrassing gasps and exhortations. I climbed in bed and covered my ears with the pillow, but I couldn't sleep right away.

    Tomorrow would be another day for Momma and I, to acclimate to our new home in a new city. I didn't have to go to school until next week. I made plans in my head. I had met many people and discovered all sorts of places. And there was the matter of my abrupt impotence. It was hard to decide all that I should do.

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    I was still asleep when the shower started. I woke to Dad singing. I couldn't hear what he sang, but his voice echoed through the bathroom door like a bad, public address speaker. I knocked and entered the source of my alarm clock. Our previous place was also small. So sharing a bathroom was no big deal. I peed and washed my hands.

    "What do you want for breakfast, Billy?" Dad asked from the shower.

    "I'm not hungry yet."

    "Sun won't be up for another twenty minutes, but if you don't mind sitting with me while I grab a bite - I want to talk about this new life of ours."

    "Sure." I returned to my bed and grabbed the blanket. I sat at the counter, unplugged my watch and buckled it on my wrist.

    Dad emerged later, from their bedroom, dressed for work. He put on an apron before scrambling eggs and frying sausages. The latter spatter.

    "Piece of toast and jam?" He counted slices.

    "I guess so." I got the jam out of the fridge. Apricot was his favorite. It was the only one. Mom would want to go shopping today, I bet. She didn't like apricot. Yesterday's stop at the corner market was just for a few things.

    "Billy, the local school, Lilith Middle School, is well regarded in the city. Central Heights has the best schools, but Lilith gets more bang for our tax bucks." He stirred the eggs.

    Today was Thursday, I started next Monday. I hated school. It was so boring, but I missed my friends.

    "Your grades were spotty last year. Your Mom and I think you were bored. Well, the teachers at Lilith are paid extra for personal instruction, and the class sizes are small. Which means, they are incentivized to find your limits. I met with the Principal, and she claims that Lilith's teachers are hired for their sense of duty, over raw credentials. I think you might find yourself challenged but able to use the teachers as you need. But here's the important thing." He slid the eggs and sausage on a plate, set them on the table, and looked me in the eyes. "If this school bores you, and your grades are really good, we'll send you to high school a year early."

    I wasn't really listening. "Okay." The toast popped.

    We ate. Daddy was clearly not trying to rush.

    "Dad, how come, if you and Mom have been making babies at night, for years, Mom doesn't have one?"

    He choked on a piece of egg. "CHHHHAA!" A slug of milk cleared his throat. "Sorry, Billy. By making babies, do you mean sex?"

    "I mean fucking, Daddy." I said.

    He blinked. "Yeah, okay, that." He took a bite of sausage and chewed. "I use a condom, when your mother and I have sex. Do you know about those?"

    I shook my head.

    "They keep my sperm from reaching your mother's eggs. I can explain about condoms tonight, when I have more time."

    I looked at Dad's plate. The yellow globs on it were suddenly very funny. I didn't laugh. "Do you ever run out of sperm?" The question froze him. I felt a little guilty.

    His face blanked, for several seconds. Then he grinned. "I used to, when your Mom and I first met. We had sex so often, my gona-, um, balls couldn't make it fast enough."

    "Now they make more sperm or faster?"

    "Uh, not exactly." Father looked at his plate. He changed the subject. "You said the conductor was your girlfriend for a day?" His eyes stayed low. He grabbed his toast and bit it.

    "Uh-huh. Jacqueline even let me sleep with her and her work friend." I added. "I didn't tell Momma. She was sleeping."

    "Okay." His face lifted and smiled at me. "Just between us guys?"

    "Yeah, Dad."

    "Is there anything else you want to say about her or that night?" He looked a little worried.

    "It was nice to sleep in a bunk instead of the train seat."

    "I, uh, bet." He breathed a sigh of relief. Father did bolt down his food then. "I'm sorry I have to work so much, Billy. We'll talk more tonight."

    "I'm sorry too, Dad."

    Momma appeared in the door, as Daddy was about to leave. "You're forgetting something."

    Dad's smile beamed at her. "The most important thing? Never!" He darted to her and hugged and kissed her. Separating, he said, "That's more makeup than you usually wear. Has the big city turned you Cosmo?"

    I didn't know what he meant by that.

    "No, Dear." Mother's smile gave him a slight grin. "I have a new cold cream formula I'm trying."

    "All the paint in the world can't hide your beauty, Love." Dad scurried out of the apartment.

    "Silly." Mom's neck reddened, starting from where her makeup ended.

    I looked up from my watch, having nibbled the last of my toast. "Momma, can we go to the library today?" I didn't tell her I wanted to find a book about how to get balls to make more cum. "It's not far from the school."

    "I suppose, but we have a lot of unpacking to do first." She yawned.

    I spent all morning helping her with the moving boxes, unable to tell her that I had run out of cum. We stopped after unpacking her folding shopping cart. She knew a grocery store was also near the library. She would drop me off while shopping. "The corner market doesn't carry everything we need, but for minor things, it's very convenient."

    That's how I found myself in the library, facing the ugliest man I ever saw. "Say that again, I swear you said something you shouldn't have." He was taller than my dad but his face was thin enough to cut you. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was red and sniffling. He sneezed, barely turning away, to avoid blasting my face.

    "Mr. Sanders, you should be in bed." A woman in a dark red jacket and black pants emerged from the room behind the library counter. Her badge read, "Assistant Librarian, Janice."

    "Ms. Vorton, I'm perfectly fine." The head librarian complained and sniffed. He pulled a damp handkerchief out of his pocket, blew his nose, and returned it to his pocket. Pulling out his hand, he rubbed it on his trousers. He told me, "Ask Ms. Vorton what you asked me. My ears must be full of mucus."

    "I will not stand here, while you exhale germs." The assistant glared.

    "Fine. You help the boy, but I think he's needs a professional." Mr. Sanders ambled towards the main stacks.

    "What's that suppose to mean?" Ms. Vorton mumbled. She bent to me. "How can I help you, young man?"

    "I need a book that shows how my balls can make more cum."

    "Ah. So that's what he meant." Her smile turned porcelain. She took a breath. "We do have a special collection for young adults, to read about human sexuality, but I'm afraid that kind of book is not one of them."

    "Oh." I sighed.

    "And we would need a signed approval from a parent."

    I lost hope. Mom wouldn't pick me up for at least an hour, and there was no way I'd ask her to sign for such a book, if they had one. Now I was stuck in the library with nothing to do! "Thank you, Ma-am. Do you know where I could learn about getting my balls to make more cum?"

    Her head tilted, not sure what to make of me. "I think you're serious."

    "I wouldn't pretend about something like this." I pouted.

    "Okay." She nodded slowly. "You've made me curious. Would you mind if I asked you some questions about what your looking for?" Her head tilted at the room behind her. "In the office?"

    If that would help me find what I needed to learn. There wasn't anything else to do, and my watch didn't have games on it, other than stupid card games. "I guess."

    She opened the door. Inside I found a wooden chair before an oak desk. She sat in the leather chair behind it, after shutting the door. "What's your name?"

    "Billy."

    "Hi, Billy. I'm Janice. First of all, you don't have to stay here. You can leave whenever you feel like it."

    I wasn't worried, until she said that. "You locked the door."

    "There's the key." She had set it on the desk corner closest to me. "I'll unlock it the moment you want to leave. You're welcome to unlock it yourself. But everything we say in here is private. I won't tell anyone. You're safe here, to talk about anything."

    "Oh." That sounded okay. "I want my balls to make more cum or make cum faster."

    "Do you mind telling me why you want that?"

    "I ran out."

    Ms. Vorton first gulped and then swallowed. Her voice rasped. "Out of, um, c-cum?" It was actually more like a squeak.

    "Yeah, I never made so many babies before. The city is really tough that way."

    "H-how many babies have you made?" Her eyes bulged.

    "Huh, I have to count." I mentally tallied the last three days. "Ten? But I guess I shouldn't count the times I got masturbated."

    The woman blushed very slowly. "Are you sure you're not fibbing, Billy?"

    I described all the women, except Momma, who made babies with me, and when. Telling Daddy about what Momma did for me, might be fine, but I didn't want to tell anyone else.

    Ms. Vorton shifted in her seat. "Th-that's really hard to believe- But, I believe you, Billy. There's something..." She was clearly puzzled, studying me. "...about you. I should be calling the police, but I swear - not only are you telling the truth - I'm suddenly wanting to-" She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Billy. I invited you in, to learn what you needed. I got distracted."

    "Do you know, now, where I can find the book I'm looking for?"

    "Well, Billy," She finally explained. "We probably do have a book that can help you, but it won't be about increasing your sperm. Sorry. Do you know that word?"

    "Uh-huh. It's also seed and boy juice and fuck sauce-"

    "Yes, so many words." She gulped and blushed harder.

    "But you have a book that can help?" I remembered. "Only, I have to get my mom to sign a paper."

    "To get the book, yes." Her lips clenched. "But I don't need an approval to tell you the answer, right now."

    "The answer?"

    "To why you ran out of sp- uh, cum." She licked her lips after saying that.

    "Why, Ms. Vorton?"

    Her eyes glazed over, looking at me. "I'll tell you, Billy, but would you mind calling me, 'Bitch Janice?'" Her hands moved behind the desk at the level of her hips.

    "Okay, Bitch Janice, why?"

    "Just a second." A zipper whispered from behind the desk. "The reason is, Billy, your body is growing, and your, um, b-balls, Mmmmm." She moaned. "It will make more in time." She started breathing heavy. I heard squishing sounds from behind the desk. "You just have to wait a day or two. You simply made too many babies - Ohhh, I love hearing that! - in a very short time."

    "You mean, I'll have lots of cum tomorrow?"

    "You might have fresh, Ungh! - CUM - Ahhh!, right now, i-if you didn't mastur- wank yourself, this morning." Smoke curled in Ms. Vorton's eyes. She groaned. Her upper arm fidgeted or something like that. "Those words!"

    My first instinct was to jack off and see if I did have cum again, but if what she said was true, I might find out and run out again. I decided absolutely, I'd much rather spend my cum making babies, than jerking off. My pee pee got hard at the idea of not wasting its precious cum, but I really wanted to find out if she was right!

    What decided the moment, was the funny way Ms. Vorton acted. Had she caught Mr. Sander's sickness? Her face was getting red. I carefully took the key, when she next spasmed and grunted. "Ooohh, tell me more nasty words, Billy!" She begged.

    "I'd rather be doing homework than catch the cooties, Bitch Janice." I unlocked the door and slipped out, right as she wailed intensely.

    I left the counter area, but Mr Sanders snuffled up. "What was that noise? Did Ms. Vorton figure out what you wanted?"

    "You should be in bed, Mr. Sanders." I was angry. I might have made a baby with Bitch Janice if she hadn't caught his cooties. I left the library in a huff. Outside, the city loomed large. I had less than an hour before Momma would pick me up here, which felt like an eternity. I used my watch to find my new school, by connecting to the library's public wifi. Lilith middle school was ten minutes away, according to it. I hustled down the sidewalk, and looked around. The neighborhood was nicer than my new one, but not as nice as our old town. Three boys and a tall girl were playing basketball in the schoolyard. I walked up to the court but didn't say anything.

    A black kid saw me. "Hey, short stuff, don't jinx my moves." He frowned. The game paused, and I was suddenly the center of attention. This was the moment that all kids feared, meeting others as the new kid in town.

    "You were jinxed before I got here." I stuck my tongue out at the girl.

    A tan colored boy snickered.

    "I oughta pound you, creep!" The black girl showed a fist. She wore sweats and a hoodie with the hood down.

    "Careful, Trish, some of the teachers are getting ready for next week." The first boy warned.

    I couldn't let the conversation exclude me. "You're only a jinx, Trish, cuz you're better than these guys. I saw how you made that last basket."

    "Oh, so the white kid thinks he know something about basketball." A white kid sneered.

    "I suck at sports, but I know a lot about girls."

    The court fell silent.

    "This punk doesn't know bull." Trish called me out.

    "I know how to make a baby in you."

    "Who don't?" The black kid snorted. The other boys rallied to him. "Yeah." They all acted tough."

    "You're just a little boy, pretending to be big stuff." Trish dismissed me. "We wasted enough time with this brat."

    These kids were no different than any others I'd meet at this school. I couldn't let them dump me like garbage.

    "When did you bleed last, Trish? If it was two weeks ago, I can make a baby in you today."

    "Bleed?" The tan boy screwed up his face at her.

    Trish turned back and carried her fist up to my face. "Shut up, nerd." It was the ultimate insult, but it backfired. She basically confirmed I said something smart.

    "Whoa!" The white kid said. "Maybe she's on the rag now! My dad says, when Mom's on the rag she's a nightmare."

    The two other boys looked at each other and shrugged. They had no horse in this race.

    "I'm Billy. What's your name?" I asked the white boy.

    "Steve."

    "What your Dad said is bull, Steve. Guys have hormone circles too. You could be on the rag, right now. Women bleed cuz it gets their body ready to make a baby. We don't grow babies inside us. All we do is make a little bit of sperm. Bleeding means power."

    "Nobody makes fun of the nerd." Trish eyed her friends. "That's my job." To me she laughed. "Git outta here, you little dumb ass. We don't give a clam about that stuff. We're here to play basketball."

    Before I could, Steve tackled me. "You piece of crap!"

    We didn't wrestle for very long. He was bigger than me. He hit my face before Trish grabbed his arm. "No!"

    A teacher ran out from the main building. "Stop that fighting!" She hollered. She was a young woman wearing a knee hugging skirt and a blouse. Her jacket matched her dark green skirt. She had blond brown hair in a bun.

    "They weren't fighting, Ms. Hennifar. They were just rassling."

    The teacher jogged up to us. "You're injured, lad." Her strange accent stood out, when not shouting.

    I mustered will to ignore the pain. "No, Ma-am. It's my fault. I fell wrong."

    Steve countered. "I started it, Ms. Hennifar. I wanted to show the new kid a move I saw in a movie."

    "Al? Wendel?" The concerned woman, "What really happened?"

    "Huh, I didn't see it. I was talking to Wendel." Al, the black boy, shrugged.

    Wendel frowned. "Like he said." The tan boy eyed Al.

    Ms. Hennifer. "Well, aren't the five of you, one big happy family. Here." She held a hand to me. "Get up."

    I didn't take her hand. I stood by myself, trying to act like the bash on my face was superficial.

    The teacher drew herself up. "This year, children, the school is enacting a strict, anti-bullying policy. Your parents will be held accountable, when we can show physical or mental harm. They will have to attend special classes, when you try to earn status among your peers at the expense of another student." Her accent made some of her words sound really funny. I giggled.

    "Come with me, lad. I'll put antiseptic on your cut." She pinched her lips at me. I shouldn't have giggled.

    I looked at my watch. I needed to get back to the library. I could email Mom, if the school had a public wifi. We had set up her her phone to ping, when I emailed her. She didn't have a smartphone, but it got text messages. Mom's email forwarded my emails as text.

    I worried that cleaning the scratch on my cheek would take too long, but I had possibly made Ms. Hennifer angry when I giggled. That would be bad, to start school with a teacher mad at me.

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    "Gee, you must be rich!" Trish gasp at my watch when it lit up to show the time. The other boys stared, trying to act unimpressed.

    "Come along." Ms. Hennifer repeated, more urgently. She turned, clearly expecting me to follow.

    "I'm suppose to meet my mom." I said lamely. I should have insisted, but I mustn't cause the determined teacher additional frustration. What if she were one of my teachers, starting next week! Mother would have to understand. There just had to be wifi in the school, so I could warn her!

    Just as I fell in behind Ms. Hennifer, Steve darted up and whispered in my ear. "Next time, I'm gonna pound you, momma's boy!" That was worse than being called a nerd.

    "We'll phone your mother." The teacher called back. I trudged, as if being led to prison.

    Halfway to the school's side entrance, I discovered that maybe prison might not be so bad. Ms. Hennifer walked with a pronounced strut that swung her behind like no woman I'd seen before. Her tight, half skirt hugged them like Momma's exercise pants. I couldn't see the teacher's chest. I don't remember her breasts being particularly large, but they clearly swayed opposite her rear as we marched along.

    Then I was thinking about my cum. Ms. Vorton said I had waited long enough, that I might cum again. If she hadn't been possessed by cooties, I might have learned the truth with her. I doubted I could make a baby with a teacher so easily. That seemed like something they shouldn't do with a student. I'd heard stories, on the news, about teachers arrested. For all her stern talk, I would feel terrible if she got arrested, worse if I got arrested!

    Ms. Hennifer unlocked the door with a key and opened it for me. "What's your name, lad?"

    "Billy." I peeked into the dimly lit hallway.

    "I'm Ms. Hennifer. I teach maths." She said it plural. "Gowan in." She did not like me hesitating. "There's a first aid kit in my desk. I don't think we'll need the nurse's office."

    I gulped and stepped into the prison's corridor. She shut the door and quickly passed me. Her hard heeled shoes clacked like the sound of doors locking, echoing down the hall.

    Her room, 217, was thankfully only four doors down. She unlocked and opened it for me, clearly expecting me to be more responsive. "Take a chair and bring it to my desk, young lad." She followed me in but went to her desk, opened a bottom drawer, and pulled out a red and white, plastic box. Setting it on her desk, she unlatched it. Snap!

    Cartoon cut out figures were taped across the top of whiteboards along the far wall. Young boys and girls holding calculators, spoke equations in white balloons, "3 x X = 18." One had a strange symbol next to an "r" that had a little 2 raised above and to the right of it. It looked scarier than the fractions I remembered from my last grade. Heavy curtains were pulled back, and the room lights were off. I could see the basketball court, but Trish and her friends must have left. I was alone with Ms. Hennifer.

    "I said, bring a chair." She reminded. I had stopped next to one before looking around. I grabbed it and half lifted, half dragged it to her desk. She had already tore open a cleaning wipe.

    I sat, and she rubbed it on my scratch. "Now tell me the truth, Billy. What happened out there? I promise, I won't get your friends in trouble. The school principal expects us to have no tolerance for bullying behaviors, and I agree, but a wee scrape between young lads on a playground isn't always bullying."

    I didn't know what to say. So I said the more important thing worrying me. "You said we would call my momma."

    "Well, ain't we got spirit! I'll call her, when you've answered my question." She stared confidently. She opened a small tube of antiseptic and squeezed a dab on the end of her finger. She had wiped that finger before tossing the wipe tissue in the trash. "Tell me, now." She daubed the goo on my cut.

    I shook my head. "I'm sorry, but Momma will worry. I'm suppose to be at the library."

    "Billy!" She cut the air with my name, without raising her voice. "If you refuse to answer, I may have to employ a timeless encouragement." Somehow she could speak severely while opening a bandage and applying it carefully across my cheek.

    I sat sullen. She meant she might spank me. The teachers at my old school weren't allowed to spank students. I suddenly hated moving to the city. "You're mean!" I pouted.

    "I've had enough of your guff, lad. What is your mother's number? She pulled her phone from a jacket pocket.

    She wasn't going to spank me? I nearly sighed, but my next breath stuck in my throat. She was going to tell Momma that I was being bad!

    "Billy, I'm serious. According to the law, I have to call your parents or the police. Who should I call?"

    This horrid witch teacher had trapped me! If I confessed that Steve attacked me, the kids at school would call me a snitch! If I didn't, she was going to call Momma, or worse the police! I caved quickly and told her mom's phone number. I hung my head while she punched it into her smartphone. It wasn't very new, but it was a good one. I dreamed about having a smartphone, one day. I was still amazed that I had a watch almost as cool!

    Ms. Hennifer set her phone to speaker mode. Mother's dulcet tone sang beautifully from the phone's somewhat decent, tiny speakers. "Hello?"

    "Excuse me, Madam, I'm a teacher at Lilith Middle School, I have Billy here. He's fine, but he said he was supposed to meet you at the library?"

    "Billy?"

    "I'm here, Momma." I suddenly felt like a kidnap victim helping kidnappers demand ransom.

    "You're at the school?"

    "We are, Ma-am. My name is Ms. Hennifer. We're in my classroom. I can take him to the library, but I wasn't expecting a delay today. It's the last day I have to ready my room for class next week."

    "I'm Faun Androni, Ms. Hennifer. I am so grateful to have you watching him!"

    "Weeelll," the teacher began, "He had a wee bit of a fracas with another student, in the yard. I'm trying to learn what happened, but the story they told me doesn't add up."

    "Billy's okay?"

    "It's just a scratch, Momma. The teacher is making a big deal over nothing."

    "You see what I mean, Ma-am?"

    "I do. You suspect Billy's not being entirely honest."

    "My words, Missus, as if you plucked them out of my mouth."

    "I want to go home, Momma."

    "I'm sure you do, Billy. The problem is, my credit card isn't working, and I'm stuck at the grocery store. After I used it yesterday, in a new city, the card company blocked it in case someone had stolen it. The store is being very helpful to resolve the matter, but it may take some time. I messaged your email, to tell you. I imagine you haven't read it."

    "What would you like me to do, Ms. Androni?" The teacher asked.

    "Whatever's convenient for you. Thank you again for looking out for him. You're welcome to drop him off at the library and continue working, but you're welcome to put him to work. If he can't be honest, he can at least do honest work."

    "Momma, that's not fair!" I wasn't crying or anything, but Ms. Hennifer shook her head at me, disappointed.

    "Billy, listen to me. Teachers will be the most important people in your life, for many years. They perform one of the most difficult and most important jobs in the world, with minimal support from most communities. If you don't learn to respect and honor good teachers, you will be a lesser man when you come into your own."

    "Goodness, Ma-am!" The blush on Ms. Hennifer's cheeks surprised me.

    "I'm serious, Ms. Hennifer. I recommend putting my boy to work. I would help myself, if I wasn't tied up with this credit card matter. Concerning the incident in the yard, and assuming Billy is okay, I leave it to your judgement as to how to learn the truth."

    "I admit, the lad has frustrated me about it. I'm no saint, but I need to be sure it was not a matter of bullying. The school has strict regulations."

    "By chance, are you Scotch-Irish, Ms. Hennifer?"

    "Yes, Ma-am, but more Scot, than that far kin, if you know wet I mean."

    "It pleases me to hear that. My grandfather was born in Glasgow. He knew how to sift a young man until his words came true, if you know what I mean."

    "I think I do, Ms. Androni, but as your son is not officially a student, I can't use that option."

    Mother's bombshell buried me in burning dirt. She told the same thing to Father, the first time he spanked me, years ago. I had never felt so betrayed, then or now. I couldn't even squeak out a complaint.

    "Can your phone record calls?" Mother continued to tear at my heart.

    "It can."

    "Please, switch that on now. I want you to have a record of what I'm about to say."

    The teacher tapped something on her phone. "It's recording now."

    "Ms. Hennifer, my name is Faun Androni, the mother of Billy Androni. While my son is in your care, in or out of school, I appoint you as Billy's temporary guardian. You may employ whatever means, legal for a parent or guardian, to ensure the safety, and healthy behavior, of my son. This appointment will last until I or my husband explicitly revokes it.

    "Is that sufficient authority for you, Ms. Hennifer?"

    "Goodness! That's far beyond what a parent should give to another person. We haven't even met!"

    "Ms. Hennifer, I am very close to my son. I know him better than most parents know their children. Every time he's spoken, I hear his confidence, even from my phone's poor speaker. He's unsure about you, but I am not. However, his heart will surprise you and earn your trust as you have earned mine."

    "I am not one to trust lightly, but Ms. Androni, I promise to use the authority you have given, wisely."

    "There's only one thing left to ask."

    "Yes?" The teacher blinked.

    "If Billy should require physical correction, please follow it with heartfelt comfort. His father and I have worked hard to help him understand that correction should never be employed out of malice. I want to be clear, I'm sure this not the case, but now you know how we go about it. I've given you full authority to do as you see fit, regardless."

    "I, um, understand." Ms. Hennifer sounded off balanced.

    "Thank you for taking care of Billy until I can resolve my credit card. I have your number on my phone. I'll call it as soon as I can come and pick up my boy."

    "No, Momma! Wait!" I cried out. The smartphone clicked and darkened.

    "Your mother is an amazing person, Billy."

    I truly was in prison. I looked at my jailor and wanted to throw up.

    Ms. Hennifer did not believe in pleasantries. She accepted my mother's offer, ready to earn it. "You'll find cleaning rags on the white boards, Billy. Take them to the bathroom and rinse them. Wring them out, after rinsing. When you bring them back, I want you to wipe the students' desks. While you're doing that, I expect you to supply the full account of what happened in the yard."

    She stood and pulled more cartoon cutouts from a large box on her desk. "You'll see the bathroom if you continue down the hall, away from the door to the grounds."

    I took the rags quickly and went down the hall. When I entered the bathroom, a brilliant idea occurred to me. If I dumped the rags in front of the teacher's door and ran outside, I could run to the library where I could email Momma, tell her the teacher dropped me off, and escape snitching on the kids who might make my life at school miserable.

    All I had to do was act on it, or otherwise ruin any chance of surviving my new school.

    I'm glad I didn't rush off and make everything worse. It was because of the mirror. I saw myself in the bathroom, with a bunch of rags, looking like a trapped rat, what I imagined one looked like. Running off is what a kid might do. I might escape the other kids' vengeance, but Ms. Hennifer would hold it against me. Worst of all, if she called Momma and ratted me out, Mother would lose respect for me. She might never do adult things with me again. I had to accept facing one harsh reality or another. I averted my eyes from the mirror, while I rinsed and wrung out the rags. At least I could choose - or maybe..., an idea formed, ...make a bargain.

    When I entered the classroom, she gave me an eye that asked, "What took you so long?" She turned the eye back to her work, taping more cartoons above the white boards. I began wiping down the first desk. She cleared her throat, "Well?"

    "Ms. Hennifer, I'm not going tell you what happened in the school yard. I'm going to deal with it, myself. I don't care if you spank me." I started wiping the next desk.

    "Is that so?" The teacher said nothing, until she finished taping the cartoon she was holding. "Come to my desk, Billy." Her shoes clacked on the linoleum tile floor. They stopped at her desk.

    I set down my rags and shuffled over.

    "I dint wan te do this, but what you said demands correcting." She sat in her chair and scooted it back from the desk. "Take down your trousers, laddie. Then bend over my lap."

    Huh? Take down my trousers? That didn't seem right! "My parents don't take down my pants." I complained.

    "I'm not your parents, Billy. I'm using the authority your mother gave to me, 'as I see fit.'" She spoke curtly, my mother's own words.

    I gulped. My hands fumbled with the belt. Unbuckling it, I felt a rush of courage. I'd show her! I dropped both my pants and my underwear. My pee pee was soft, but I was still proud of it. I had made babies with women older than Ms. Hennifer!

    "Billy!" She flinched. "I meant just your tr-." She saw my fierce defiance. "Fine, lad. We'll do it your way." She surprised me then, by pulling her knee skirt up to her thighs. I couldn't see her panties, but I noticed she wore stockings. Mother did when she occasionally dressed up.

    "I donae wan yer bits to soil me skirt. Now bend over."

    I pressed my lips together and lay my chest on her thighs.

    "Scoot forward, Billy. I want more swinging room." She threatened.

    I crept until my 'bits' pushed into her thigh.

    "That won't do, lad. I want your arse on my lap, facing me."

    I had to lift and sorta hop. My pee pee wedged in between her thighs. My legs dangled nearly straight. I felt a stirring in my loins, from the sensation of my soft wiener against her nylon clad thighs.

    WHACK! Ms. Hennifer's hand struck my bare buttock. I managed not to cry out, but she hit me harder than Daddy.

    "That was to make sure you're in the right position." She adjusted my angle, with a slight push to my knees. "Now I want you to count, aloud. If you miscount, we will start again at one. Do you understand?"

    "Yes, Ms. Hennifer. How ma-" SWAT! "OW!" She surprised me. I promised myself, I wouldn't cry.

    "Hush and count."

    "Wha-w- one."

    SWACK! I managed to stifle another outburst. "Two."

    She spanked me three more times.

    "Five." It was hurting, but not too bad. Father never spanked me that hard, but I was pretty sure, she hadn't finished.

    "I want to explain, Billy. I'm not spanking you because you won't tell what happened. This is more serious. CRACK!

    I yipped! My resolve was at the breaking point. "Sssix." What was she spanking me for? I didn't dare ask. I felt less brave by the second.

    SWAT!

    "Sssseven." My throat then whined against my will. I told myself, she would stop at ten.

    "Billy." Her voice was as grave as I ever heard. "You said you didn't care."

    SMACK!

    "Aaahh! Eight." I squeaked.

    "You must NEVER not care!" THWACK! Her hand smashed like iron against my sore behind!

    "WAaaa!!" I wailed. I felt tears in my eyes. I almost forgot, but she gave me a second to catch my breath. "N-nine."

    "Caring is how people get along." CRACK!

    "Oooohhhh, nooo." I wimpered. But that was ten. I felt will resurge. "Ten."

    SWAT!

    "WHAAATT?" I cried!

    "Billy, I'm going to redden your arse until you understand." SWACK! "You have to care about others." SMACK! "About the world." SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! "And most of all, you must damn well care about yourself!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

    The pain had me blubbering, "OW! Oooohhh! AAAA!!" I had lot count, "Twenty?" Any stiffness in my pee pee had vanished.

    "Close enough, Billy." She reached forward, above me, to the desk. "For today." Her hand shuffled in the first aid kit. I was crying too much to look. "When you're a student in ma maths class, I expect precise numbers. You want to be a good student, doncha Billy?"

    "Y-yes, Ms. Hennifer." I breathed.

    "You'll be a special student, if you have my class. I've never been able to do this, to any other. I don't like doing it, but what you said, almost made me mad. I would never spank you when I'm angry. I care very much about my students. I don't have children of my own. I doubt I'll even marry. I love teaching more than anything. I'm sorry I had to correct you, Billy. I want to show my love now."

    Something cold squirted across my inflamed cheeks. Her hand touched the thick goo and began to rub it softly into my bright red skin. It warmed quickly. "Billy, I can't- I mean, spanking can't," She corrected herself. "Make you care. You have to feel caring. I need you to realize, that you can always care." The flames in my butt cooled, as the soothing gel warmed.

    "To thrive in this world, a man must care. Caring is hard. Its easy to let faults in the world, in people, widen." Her odd voice sounded almost like a song. She did sing then.
    "Oh, hearts are blessed with power of life."
    "But quail beneath evil will."
    "Yet minds beset by troubles and strife,"
    "Persevere all pains when still."

    The song lulled me, took me away from my pain. When she stopped, my senses returned to soreness only. I sensed something else - my penis had grown between Ms. Hennifer's thighs. I felt my face reddened then. It wasn't full hard, but she must have-

    "Heavens, Billy." Her hand stopped rubbing the lotion. "I didn't expect this," She paused. "Or I would have insisted you wear pants."

    "I'm sorry, Ms. Hennifer."

    "I-it's not worth fretting over. An erection is perfected normal, um, when rubbed." Her voice slightly fretted. "Stand up."

    I managed to pick myself off of her lap and stand, wincing only a couple times. My pee pee jutted out, half hard. It pointed at the bulge in her jacket. I expected her to tell me to pull up my pants. Her very stern face softened. She looked almost puzzled. I felt I should say something.

    "You just think I'm a kid, Ms. Hennifer, but I know stuff, maybe not much math, but I know a hard pee pee is nothing to feel bad about. I know bullying, Ms. Hennifer. People, not just kids, hurt others to pretend to be tough. Your spanking hurt a lot, but you don't have to pretend. If Momma likes you, you can spank me, and I won't complain, um, after." I sniffed. "My pee pee has done adult things, making babies even. You don't want to have kids. So I won't ask you. But I'm not a kid, okay?" I told the teacher I wouldn't complain, but I wasn't going to let Momma off the hook as easily, for betraying me.

    Ms. Hennifer gaped at me. "B-billy, are you being abused? Is someone forcing you to use your, uh, penis?" She took her phone from the desk. It flashed to life in her hand.

    "Heck, no Ms. Hennifer!" I almost shouted. "One nice lady asked me, to abuse HER!" I calmed. "Um, but not badly, not nearly as bad as your spanking."

    "Do your parents know?" Her voice creaked, loading her question with suspicion.

    "Oh, I can't let them know. I'm telling you, because Momma trusts you." And to emphasize that I wasn't a kid.

    I saw a tear seep out of her left eye. "I-I didn't realize - until now" She swallowed. "Billy, I'm sorry. You're right. I did spank you too hard, because-" Her throat gave a curt whine. "You stood up to me. I said it was because you didn't care, and I didn't lie, but you chose a spanking over telling on your friends. I'm sorry I treated you like a kid. I'm sorry I- bullied you." A couple tears added to her cheeks. She pulled a tissue from the box on her desk and wiped her eyes. "Oh, Laddie, wot 'ave I dune?"

    He accent deepened as emotions broke through her self-control. I stood before the woman sitting hunched over, daubing a tissue to her eyes. My pee pee hardened as I felt power drain from her and into me.

    "It's okay, Ms. Hennifer." I reached out and touched her tightly bunned, gold brown hair. "I know you love being a teacher. You rubbed that cool stuff on my sore butt to show that you care. Momma wanted you to comfort me, and you did. That stuff made it feel better, but now I feel another need. My pee pee isn't sore, but it wants to be comforted. It wouldn't be this way, if you hadn't rubbed that stuff." I wouldn't have been hard if I hadn't lain naked across her beautiful thighs, too, but I didn't say that.

    The sorry teacher looked up and studied my young erection. It seemed to calm her. Her abrupt grin surprised me. "Lad, don be putt'n on me, what's rightly half your fault. You chose to strip."

    "I was mad at you, because you were treating me like a kid."

    "Oh, and wot do your ma say about git'n riled?" She winked, intentionally exaggerating her accent.

    She had me there. Momma says real grown-ups handle their anger in ways that don't make other's angry. I had defied Ms. Hennifer twice, once by not ratting out Steve and once by blatantly stripping. I didn't know what to say.

    "Billy, I made a mistake today, but I won't make another." She sat up and leaned back in her chair. "You might become my student, and I mustn't take advantage of your invite. That would be very wrong and set a bad precedent between you and I." Her accent vanished. "I promise I won't abuse my authority again. I hope to earn your respect. That's the only way I can do my job well, where you're concerned." She won back much of her power.

    My erection slightly softened but not visibly. "I guess so, Ms. Hennifer." I reached for the pants around my ankles.

    "You are right, though." She continued, slightly amused. "A hard penis is nothing to feel bad about. If you want to make it feel good, you're welcome to use that bottle of lotion."

    I brightened at her gay tone. Earlier that day, I felt I shouldn't waste my cum, but I was so pleased by her suggestion I forgot all that. "Sure!" I took the lotion and squeezed it on my hand. I started rubbing my hard pee pee while thinking about how pretty, Ms. Hennifer was.

    "Give me one second, and I'll be right back, Billy. I have a responsibility to your mother." She got up and glided to the windows. I slowed my wanking. I almost stopped - in horror! I had totally forgotten. The classroom curtains were wide open!

    She drew the curtains closed and returned still smiling. "This is nobody else's business."

    My hand quickly resumed its pace when she sat and watched me, with that whimsical smile. It reminded me of my mother's knowing grin.

    "Ooohh." I moaned. "I like how you're looking at me, Ms. Hennifer."

    "Do you, lad?" She mused.

    "You're really pretty, and I don't feel like a kid in front of you."

    She licked her lips. "No, Billy, I won't treat you like a kid, anymore. I hope you know that masturbation is something men should enjoy, even when they have women to make babies with." I didn't realize it at the time, but Ms. Hennifer was wise to use my words instead of fancy technical ones.

    "Yes, Ma-am. It's feeling really good now." I wriggled my pelvis to add friction to the lotion that let me jack off fast. "Nnnnnggg!" I groaned.

    "I see you're very good at that, Billy. I'm glad I'm not spoiling it."

    "No Ma-am. You're making me really hard, and I'm gonna cum soon. Oooohhh!" I slicked the lotion all over, from my dick head to the base of my firm shaft.

    "You can cum?" The idea surprised her.

    "I think I can." I lost some speed remembering my failure, yesterday evening. "I ran out of cum, the last time I 'jaculated. But I think it's been long enough to have more."

    She looked more surprised. "Goodness, Billy, that means, in the last few days, you must have released your cum over a dozen times!" For the first time that day, Ms. Hennifer's cheeks tinged a little red.

    "Is that a lot?" I was almost ready to cum, and I found her surprise very exciting, but the small worry which remained, held back my orgasm.

    "It's is, Billy! And to think you expended it making babies..."

    "What if I can't, Ms. Hennifer? I mean, cum now." I was too lost in emotions to hide my fear from the well intentioned teacher.

    "It's okay, Billy. That's always temporary. You're a healthy, young man. You will produce more eventually and likely very quickly."

    My hand flashed out and back, rubbing the hot lotion into my randy prick. "I believe you, Ms. Hennifer!" I was almost there.

    "Billy, I want you to cum in my hair bun!" The woman exclaimed. "I'll explain later, but if you cum, please aim it into my bun of hair." She swiveled on her chair, facing away, and tilted her hair back. Her tight bun almost touched the tip of my slick pee pee.

    I tried to say, "Okay." But her strange request and tightly bound bundle of golden hair pushed me over the edge. "OOOooooohhhhhh- Aaaayyyy!!" I yelled. My penis blasted out a huge spurt of cum. It crashed against the blond-brown mass, so close it couldn't miss. Another glob ejected out of the end of my prick and battered the first one, driving it into the tight strands. I kept moaning and jacking out fresh cum. Three more squirts soaked Ms. Hennifer's bun. Before anymore could spill out, over my hand (the last amount always did) I pressed my cock into her bun and wanked as much of it as I could before she could react.

    "I'm starting to feel it." She moaned then. "It's hot and thick. Oh, Billy, it's just what I needed. Keep cumming into my hair!"

    She must have felt my dick pushing her bun as I jerked my hand back and forth to get every drop into Ms. Hennifer's hair. I didn't cum as much as usual, but I was okay with that. The teacher's hair was fully soaked! It glistened from white streaks of cum. I stepped back and caught my breath. Cumming, especially into this strong woman's hair, I had never experienced an orgasm that intense, jacking off.

    "Are you done?" She reached behind and touched one finger to her bun. A sticky thread pulled out and snapped as she withdrew it. Then she spun around and smiled at me. "Oh, thank you, Billy. Doing that will help me to do right by you, in the future."

    I pulled several tissues from the box on her desk and began wiping myself. "What do you mean? I really liked doing it, Ms. Hennifer, but isn't it kinda gross?" Bits of wet tissue clung to my fingers as I cleaned up.

    She looked naughty like a girl for a second, "It is, a little, Lad, but I treated you unfairly today, and I didn't respect your power as a young man. I'm not going to wash my hair until school starts on Monday. Until then, I'm going have your cum in my hair, to remind me to treat my students appropriately." She looked down, "And specifically to treat you the way you deserve." She blushed deeper red.

    The teacher's phone sang out like a dying cat. The face of it lit up with a message. It was from Momma. "I'm at the front door of the school, Ms. Hennifer. I hope Billy has been on his best behavior."

    She texted back. "Yes, Ms. Androni, your son gave me his very best."

    After collecting my things, we went out to greet my mom. She immediately bent to examine the bandage on my face. Her worry eased. She straightened. "I'm jealous, Ms. Hennifer, of your golden hair. The sun makes it shine so beautifully, especially the bun."

    "It would hae ta do wit the creme rinse I use, more than the color."

    "I should very much like to try the creme you used." Mother once again smiled in that special way that slightly worried me.

    Ms. Hennifer coughed. "Yes, it's not easy to come, um, by. I mean, I'll try to find a way for you to get some."

    "You're always welcome to text, Ma-am. I should like to think we could become good friends."

    "Please, call me Gloria."

    "Faun." They shook hands.

    Ms. Hennifer looked a little sad, watching me keep up with my mother. I helped push the folding cart that was full of groceries. Looking back, I saw the amazing teacher reach behind her hair, stroke the bun a few times with a finger, and then bring her hand to her lips-"

    "Billy, are you mad at me?" Mother asked.

    "Huh?"

    "You're not your usual cheerful self. Did the boy who hurt you, scare you?"

    "Not really, Momma. I feel like I can handle him." 'Somehow,' I added mentally. Steve must have been a whole grade older. He was bigger and stronger. I had to beat him another way, one that would keep him from bothering me or another kid. But Momma's first question required an answer.

    "You let Ms. Hennifer spank me." I pouted.

    "Did you deserve it?"

    Not that much, I couldn't say it. "A little." I whispered.

    "Are you mad at her?"

    "No, Momma. She did what she thought was right. She even put lotion on me afterwards."

    Mother walked quietly. Then she smiled. "Is that how she got her creme rinse?"

    My jaw fell open.

    "I'm kidding, Billy." Mother laughed. "You didn't ejaculate, yesterday. It should take someone your age at least two days to recover." I missed that clue about how much Momma knew.

    Then I smiled, to myself. "I'm not angry at the teacher, but maybe I won't forgive you."

    "What if I were to buy you something good, at the corner market, before going home? I'm not above bribing you for my penance."

    "Ice cream?"

    "I couldn't buy anything frozen, at the grocery. It would melt before we get home. We'll stop at the corner market and get you some nICE, GREEN beans!"

    "Mooom!!" I cried.

    She laughed again, "Or some broccoli, or cauliflower, or..."

    I ignored her. We did stop at the corner market.

    "Hello, Mrs. Shahidi, I hope you are well."

    The woman behind the market's counter stood barely taller than me. Her tummy and hips were a little round, but her breasts bumped out the front of her loose, full length dress. It was made of cloth printed with red and gold swatches. A big purple scarf surrounded her long, black hair. I think she was younger than my mom, but not by much. Her face was very uh, well, motherly. "Oh, yes, you stopped by yesterday. Welcome. I am happy."

    "As-Salam-u-Alaikum."

    "Wa-Alaikumussalam wa-Rahmatullah."

    "This is my son, Billy." Mother smiled proudly.

    "Hello, Ma-am."

    "Salaam to you, Billy. I have a son about half your age. I hope you bring as much joy to your Mother as he brings me."

    "My son is a delight. At the moment, though, he wants ice cream, but I want him to eat healthy food. What do you recommend?"

    Halal, goat milk ice cream is very healthy, compared to regular or even organic.

    Goat milk! Ewww. I kept my tongue still.

    "I have chocolate in the back of the freezer. I always have some for customers of the faith and those I convince to try it." She laughed easily.

    "What do you think, Billy?" Mother tried to suppress a smile. "Goat ice cream or broccoli?"

    "Mooom!" I whinged again. I did like chocolate best, though. Mother knew that.

    "We'll take both, Mrs. Shahidi."

    "Excellent! Let me get those for you." She walked out from the counter, but the back of her skirt ballooned behind her and slipped up, over the top of a young boy who had evidently been hiding behind her, under her skirt! "Arturio, my child, is that where you went! Silly thing. Literally hiding behind my dress." She laughed again.

    The boy's skin was much darker than his mother's She was quite fair for her community, but her son wasn't as dark as an African. He gave me a big smile, as if he knew a secret. He was missing two teeth! Then he ran away, into the back where his mother had disappeared.

    "Do Muslims have a tooth fairy?" I remembered Momma using that word.

    "I don't know, Billy, but I think their tradition is a little different.

    "Different bad?"

    "Of course not! What have I taught you?"

    "'Different' and 'bad' are two very different things." I recited.

    Mrs. Shahidi returned with frosted packages. She rang them up. "Thank you, Ms.-"

    "Androni."

    "Yes, I will remember next time."

    "It's okay. It's more than likely I'll send Billy. He needs to get out more."

    "Your son is a delightful young man."

    The way she said that made me feel strange, as if I suddenly had two mothers. Her eyes were so kind. I imagined making a baby with her. My pleasantly tingling pee pee twitched.

    I followed mother home, thinking about making babies. I told myself I shouldn't be in a hurry. I couldn't make babies if I run out of cum. I didn't want that to happen, ever again!

    We reached the front door of our apartment, to find a sign taped to it. "Mr or Ms. Wimbley, please see one of us, ASAP. The neighbor above you flooded her tub, but I didn't want to check your place for water damage, without your permission. I'm in the basement getting tools. My wife, Colleen, is in our apartment, #101." It was signed, "Godwin and Colleen Cherkle."

    "Oh dear." Mother rushed to unlock the door. We darted inside, hauling the cart behind us. "Put the cold things into the refrigerator and freezer, while I look, Billy."

    "Okay." I leapt to the task. She returned right after I finished. Most of the goods were for the cupboards.

    "I can see a few dark spots on the ceiling in the bathroom, but it doesn't look too bad. There was nothing in the main room or bedroom." She double-checked the goods, smiled, thanked me, and took me out and downstairs.

    She knocked on #101.

    The door opened. An older woman but much younger than her husband, greeted us. She was about Mrs. Guthrie's age, in fact, but she was far more attractive. Whereas Mrs. Guthrie was a little dumpy around her waist, Mrs. Cherkle was thin and elegant. Our last manger smoked a cigar, and he was more elegant than his wife.

    "Hello, Colleen, I got your husband's note."

    "Mrs. Wimbley, I-"

    "I'm sorry, I didn't take my husband's name. I'm Mrs. Androni, but please call me Faun."

    The manger blushed. "I'm sorry, Faun."

    "It's okay, an understandable mistake. I looked around before coming. There are a few spots on the bathroom ceiling. I doubt there's much damage.

    "A few spots can mean anything." Colleen pulled out her phone and speed dialed her husband. "Does Godwin have your permission to examine it and fix whatever is necessary?"

    "Yes, but I will need to be there."

    "That's fine." The manager let her husband know to expect Momma.

    "Momma, I want to see the damage." I had to say something.

    Mother looked at Colleen. "I'd rather he didn't get in your husband's way."

    "Would you like me to sit with Billy?" Daddy must have told her my name.

    "If it's not too much trouble." Mother sighed at me. "I'm sorry, Billy. I wanted to spend the afternoon with you."

    "It's okay, Momma. Mrs. Cherkle seems nice." I said in my most adult way.

    "I've sat for most of the children in the building. Billy and I will get along famously. My gingerbread cookies have never failed to keep them happy."

    Mom shook her head, frowning at me. She didn't want to leave me, but I would have totally got in the way of the manager. "Here's two dollars." She fetched them from her purse. They were the only bills in her checkbook. "Colleen, if he wants to go to the corner store, please let him. I have the number there."

    "As you wish." The manager nodded. "Mrs. Shahidi is a godly woman, but not too godly to be a bother. She's very trustworthy."

    I didn't want to cry. "Go Momma. Don't let the neighbor's water make the damage any worse."

    "Thank you, Colleen."

    "Godwin's in the basement."

    "Yes." Mother hastened out, leaving me with the very elegant, older lady.

    "Would you like a gingerbread cookie?" Colleen smiled. "They taste best when you bite off their heads."

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    Well, if I had to stay out of the husband manager's way, and if his wife offered cookies, I guess I could stay with her instead of spending Momma's last dollar bills. If I gave them back, later, Momma might treat me less like a kid. But I have to admit, I had enjoyed being her baby again for just a little bit.

    Colleen was elegant in a tasteful way. Her clothes weren't expensive, and they weren't girly or stuffy like what Mom wears when interviewing, they looked like works of art on the wife manager's tall, thin frame. Her features were somewhat sharp, as she was quite thin. She almost looked frail, except she radiated cheer. I wasn't sure if I liked her yet, but she seemed nice enough.

    "Yes, please, Mrs. Cherkle."

    She was elegant in action too. Colleen glided to the kitchen and returned with a ceramic jar that looked like a log cabin. She lifted the lid and offered. "I just finished a batch. The next one is in the oven." The apartment smelled like ginger heaven.

    I took one of the boy cookies (some were shaped like dumb girls) and nibbled an ear. The cookies had lots of details like that. It tasted, darn it, elegant! The ginger flavor stood out but wasn't strong. Thin lines of lemony frosting made happy faces and buttons and other details on top of the cookie. It tasted lightly sweet, but enough molasses kept the whole thing soft. It grew less whole, the more I nibbled. "This is good! Thank you."

    "You're welcome, Billy. I'm sure your mother won't be long. Godwin will likely shoo her back here, after he finds out how much work it'll take to fix your ceiling.

    "Ok." I wanted Momma back sooner, but only kids whined about such things. "May I have some milk please?"

    "Absolutely! The Cherkle household is never without milk, when it's making cookies." She fetched a carton from the fridge, and a glass. I held it while she poured.

    "Thank you."

    Colleen pursed her lips. "You must be the most polite boy in the complex."

    She had told Mom that she often babysat other kids. "How many kids live here?"

    "Not many. Families with two incomes can usually afford larger apartments. Our complex only has studios and single bedrooms. Most of the kids here have single parents."

    "Oh." That meant kids here didn't have a Daddy and a Momma. I wondered if the abrasive man on the third floor was married. I bet Mrs. Cherkle sat for his little girl a lot. But I didn't care about her. "Any boys here?"

    "Jude is a little younger than you. He's the least polite boy, but he's going through hard times. His dad missed their rent, three separate months, last year.

    "Are you going to kick them out?"

    "I don't decide things like that, fortunately. It's Mrs. McDougal's decision. Jude's father pays extra, each month, to cover the rent missed, but I shouldn't be telling you that." Mrs. Cherkle put a finger to her lips.

    "I won't tell."

    "Good, then I can tell you a even bigger secret!" Her eyes lit up.

    "What?"

    These apartments don't have any twenty's or thirties." She let her mouth hang open.

    That sounded like a dumb secret, but I didn't say so. "What do you mean?"

    "There was another wing to the building, but it caught fire and had to be demolished. That happened before Mrs. McDougal bought this place, and that's why she's careful to fix any problems. The previous landlord went to prison because tenants died. Anyway, our courtyard is extra large, where the twenties and thirties used to be."

    A fire and prison and dead people - that was a neat story, but it wasn't really a secret. "Why is that a secret?"

    "Because of the ghosts."

    Oh. I told myself, ghosts weren't real, but the way Mrs. Cherkle said it, the hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

    "Never talk about the ghosts, Billy, or they might hear you." She looked grave.

    "I don't believe in ghosts." I blustered.

    She looked around the room and leaned closer. "Good. I don't believe in them either."

    TAONGGGG! The abrupt sound pierced her whisper, and I jumped to my feet ready to fly out the door!

    Colleen grinned from ear to ear. "The cookies are done!" She laughed and went to the kitchen.

    I sat in the main room, pouting. That was a mean prank, but I would totally do that to Momma, someday, if I learned how to bake cookies.

    "Billy, I put the fresh ones on cooling racks. Would you like to draw them with frosting?"

    "Okay." I ambled into the kitchen area. She picked up a squeeze bottle of homemade frosting and deftly applied a girl's face, including dimples and eyebrows and a hairline. She offered the bottle to me. "Don't squeeze too hard. The lid will pop off and make a mess."

    "What happened to these cookies?" I pointed at one that was very large and one that was very small.

    "That's my fault. The large girl was the first I cut out of the dough, I should have used one from the first batch, to keep the sizes right."

    "What about the boy?"

    "That was the last cookie. There wasn't enough dough to make him regular size."

    "Can I frost them?"

    "You don't want to frost the normal cookies?"

    "Un-uh." I drew a face like Colleen's, on the tall cookie, only badly. "This isn't a girl, it's a woman."

    "Oh, is she?" Mrs. Cherkle was appreciative.

    "And this is a boy who stopped being a kid." I drew his face, a little better.

    "Size doesn't matter, I suppose." She gave a shallow shrug.

    Next I drew buttons down the center of the lady cookie, but only to the waist. I added frills to her 'blouse.'

    "That's very good, Billy."

    "And under her skirt is her puss." I squeezed out a narrow slit with a tiny button at the top. Being very careful, I didn't hear Colleen gasp. I added, "And these are its hairs." I drew tiny, curly lines. I started accenting her breasts, but she stopped me.

    "Billy, um, where did you see something like that?" She sounded strange.

    "The first time was in the book that Momma and Daddy gave me last year, but that wasn't as accurate as real ones."

    "You saw- photos?" She wanted to ask where, was the impression I got.

    "No, Ma-am, I made babies in them." I decided, since Mrs. Cherkle had told me a secret, I could trust her with one. Also, because I had jumped like a scared boy, I wanted her to know I was actually very mature.

    She stepped back, confused. I finished the gingerbread woman's breasts and added buttons to the boy. I set the bottle down and felt proud. I couldn't draw details as well as Mrs. Cherkle, but I thought mine looked pretty good.

    A few seconds later, Colleen whispered. "Are you going to draw the boy parts?"

    "Okay." I picked up the bottle and drew what I thought mine looked like, compared to my height.

    "That's a little big for a small boy." The apartment manager sounded a little out of breath.

    I looked at it. "I'm not good a drawing small things." The pussy I'd drawn was oversized too. She hadn't make a fuss about that. "My Daddy's is bigger than this."

    "Godwin's too." Mrs. Cherkle muttered like a vapor, without realizing. "But still..." She licked her lips. "I'm not sure I can believe it."

    "Would you like to lick it off the cookie, and draw it for me, Mrs. Cherkle?" I unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them. Reaching into my boxers, I fished out my pee pee. "It's bigger when it's hard like the one I drew."

    Mrs. Cherkle gasp, "Billy, you shouldn't show me that!"

    As she said that, I felt my pee pee stiffen. It was fun to see her blush and pretend to look away. "How can you draw it, if I don't show it to you? And you didn't believe me."

    She held a hand before her eyes, but I could see them peeking around it, looking down. "I'm sorry I said that. You can put it away now."

    "You should draw it right, Mrs. Cherkle. Your frosting pictures are much better than mine." Her reticence emboldened me, and my penis stuck out half hard already.

    "Please, I shouldn't look at you. It's not right. It makes me feel-" She did look away. Her face was flush with red. I'd never seen someone so embarrassed.

    "Don't be afraid, Mrs. Cherkle. I won't hurt you. I just want the cookie to look right."

    She kept shied away, but seemed to reach some decision. "I'm not afraid of you, Billy. I'm afraid of me."

    "That's silly." I couldn't comprehend the concept. "Can't you just draw the picture now? That's all I want." I put the squeeze bottle into her hand. She clutched it fiercely, squirting a glob of frosting out of the tip. The screw on nozzle cap popped right off! I jumped back.

    "Oh, my!" She yelped at the mess.

    "I'll clean it up. I'm sorry." I had pushed it into her hand.

    "No, Daddy. It's my mess." He voice lifted its pitch, sounding like a little girl. She knelt, set the bottle on the linoleum tile floor, and looked aghast at the frosting blotch in front of her. "I don't have a towel, Daddy." She leaned down and licked the goo from the floor.

    I took another step back. "Wow, you're licking the floor!" I had never seen a woman act or sound like that. Was she playing a game? Maybe that was it. My boldness returned.

    "Yes, Daddy. I made a boo boo, and you always tell me to make it better, right away."

    My pee pee stood fully erect at the sight of this once elegant lady reduced to a little girl licking a mess from her kitchen floor. Then I realized, in her game, she wanted me to be the daddy. That made me feel really good. I deepened my voice. "You're a fine girl, um-"

    "You remember my name, Daddy. It's Colleen."

    "Colleen, when you're done with that. Do you want to draw my-" I almost said pee pee, but I was a daddy now. "Prick?"

    "Yes, Daddy!" She looked up from the now spotless floor and smiled. Mrs. Cherkle picked up the squeeze bottle and top. She frowned at it. "Your prick is pretty big, Daddy. I'm sorry I didn't believe you. I don't think there's enough frosting left to draw it."

    I couldn't tell from where I stood, but I assumed she was right. I suppose she would have made more, but I wanted to help however I could, now that she wanted to draw my hard penis on the gingerbread boy cookie. I didn't know much about frosting, but I remembered Momma making it, with shortening. A way to contribute to the effort dawned on me.

    "I'll make more frosting, for you, Colleen. Give me the bottle and I'll fill it."

    She handed it to me and stood. "You wanted me to lick off the pee pee you drew." Her lips parted for the tip of her tongue. She then leaned over the cooling racks covered with cookies.

    "Yes please, Sweetheart." I aimed my full prick into the bottle. I was so hard, it was difficult to bend my penis down far enough.

    "You're a nice daddy." She licked the small cookie's crotch.

    I struggled to jerk off and keep my pee pee aimed. An easier plan struck me, seeing Mrs. Cherkle lick off the frosting penis I drew. "Colleen, when you're done with that one, please lick this one." My cock twitched at the thought of my crazy idea working. I released it, letting it aim naturally at the middle aged woman.

    "If you say so, Daddy." She turned to me, but upon seeing my hard prick, her face scrunched up. "I like frosting better."

    "If you lick it good, it'll make more frosting, Honey." I used the words Daddy called Momma sometimes. The first one had pleased Mrs. Cherkle a lot.

    Her face perked up. "I trust you, Daddy." She knelt once more, this time in front of my exposed erection. Her tongue darted out and licked the base of my cockhead. What a rush that was!

    "Mmmmm! You're a really good girl, Colleen. Lick Daddy's prick, and it'll make fresh frosting you can taste and use to draw it." I liked this game!

    Some of her affected innocence parted. Mrs. Cherkle abruptly groaned and opened her mouth. She sucked my dick into her face before I knew it. It felt amazing! "Wow!" I said in my regular, boy voice.

    We moaned in duet, as the apartment manger sucked and licked my eager pee pee. My hips began to rock against her rhythm, pressing deep as she leaned into me, taking my prick to the back of her throat. She choked a little but never stopped bobbing her face over the spit coated staff in her mouth.

    I might have cum very quickly, if I hadn't suddenly worried about my balls. I had cum once, a few hours before, and not as much as I did over the last few days. Was there any left? How long would my balls take to fully recharge? I hadn't considered it, in my eagerness to play this game with Mrs. Cherkle.

    She moaned on my dick, sounding like the women I had made babies with, when they got their bursts of pleasure. Another concern nagged. Maybe I shouldn't waste my cum in a frosting bottle. I was pretty sure I could play Daddy and make a baby with Mrs. Cherkle, but that thought formed at the far reaches of my awareness. Most of my attention was on the swift sucking mouth trying to pull the cum out of my balls. I let go of my fears and simply immersed myself in the swarm of incredible sensations her lips and tongue released into my stiff cock.

    My hips shuddered, breaking our mutual thrusting. It was happening! A first bolt of cum shot out of my prick, into Mrs. Cherkle's mouth. She surprised me then and pulled her head off of me. Her hand grabbed my rod and aimed it into the bottle. "I love your frosting, Daddy! I want to paint lots with it!" As she proclaimed her intent, my loins blasted six more globs directly into the squeeze bottle. I hollered from extreme pleasure electrocuting my consciousness, while still more cum launched through the round opening. Mrs. Cherkle's aim was as impeccable as her taste in clothes. I fired a final three shots before the last of my sperm spilled out slow, coating the front of my pee pee and her hand. She began licking both. I took the bottle from her and set it carefully on the counter. The way she cleaned my sperm dripping cock kept me dizzy for all the long minutes she took to drink every drop that hadn't filled the frosting squeezer.

    "Your prick is way more delicious, Daddy when it's covered in frosting!" Mrs. Cherkle nuzzled a cheek between my ball sack and my upper thigh. "Did you make enough to draw the rest of the cookies?"

    I looked at the bottle. Once more, I felt I didn't cum as much as I did over the previous days. I told myself, I would have to wait before making any more babies, or play any special games like filling a hair bun or a frosting bottle. "If you're very careful, Colleen, I bet you can paint them all." I had to sit in a chair. The dizzy, wonderful, sex feelings swirled on and on, inside my head.

    She drew my prick first. "That's you, Daddy." She smiled impishly, blushing, pointing at the small boy cookie.

    "It looks perfect, Colleen." It really did.

    "Thank you, Daddy. I couldn't have done it without you!" She smiled and resumed painting the fresh batch of gingerbread cookies. I stowed my softening pee pee and zipped up my pants.

    We never found out if there was enough frosting to finish the job. The moment Mrs. Cherkle completed the next cookie's details, her doorbell rang.

    "Colleen?" Mother called from behind the front door. "It's Faun."

    "Oh, my!" The lady dropped the bottle, and her face flew into a fright! "What have I done?"

    The game was over. It made me sad to realize it, but I was also happy that Momma was there. "You made me feel really good, Mrs. Cherkle." I got up and hugged her. "It was fun to play Daddy and Colleen, with you." I dashed to the front door and opened it. I wanted to rush out and hug Momma too, but only little boys did that.

    "You don't seem worse for the wear." She nodded at me before greeting the apartment manager. "Colleen, he didn't eat too many cookies, I hope."

    Mrs. Cherkle looked more than a little shaken when she shuffled out of the kitchen. "No. He just ate one." She held out the ceramic jar. "I have too many. Please take some."

    "You're too kind." Momma raised a hand.

    "Those aren't as fresh." I grabbed her hand and dragged Momma to the kitchen, ignoring Mrs. Cherkle's sudden, mask of horror. She was so afraid, she didn't move an inch while I pointed the cooling racks out to my mother. I picked up the big cookie and pushed it at her. "This is you." I took the small one and headed out the door. "Thank's Mrs. Cherkle! Your cookies are awesome!"

    Mother walked passed the apartment manager with a slim smile. "My boy can be very silly, sometimes. I'm sure you were very adult about these, Colleen. We mustn't ever let our personal demons prevent us from being good examples for children."

    "N-no, Faun." Mrs. Cherkle's voice shook. "Boys and girls are always tastin-, um, testing us." She wiped a small, white dot from her chin.

    "I'm sure, now," Mother smiled broadly. "You and I are going to get along famously."

    I believe the apartment manager remained standing in her front room, long after Momma and I returned to our apartment. When I told my mother, I had drawn the frosting on the cookies, (I didn't tell her, Mrs. Cherkle, had drawn my pee pee on the small one - it didn't seem important, because Momma had seen my pee pee plenty, recently.) Mother took two plastic containers from the cupboard and preserved the cookies. "You should show your father what you drew, Billy."

    Mr. Cherkle, wearing his toolbelt and a stained, white t-shirt, emerged from the bathroom. "The damage was worse above your ceiling, Ms. Androni, but I patched it up. Almost ran out of calk." He hoisted a white spotted calk gun and aimed it at me. "Bang!" He smiled.

    "That's okay, Mr. Cherkle. I think I ran out too, painting your wife's cookies." I assured him. "There's always more, if we don't rush."

    A confused apartment manager cocked his head at me and shrugged. "Let me know if anything else goes wrong, Ms. Androni."

    "Thank you, Mr. Cherkle. I will." Mother had that strange grin on her face, but he didn't take notice. I waved as he walked out the door.

    It was late afternoon. Father wouldn't get home until nearly my bedtime. Mother put her arm around me. "It's been a busy day."

    We rested, listening to a podcast from my watch. "Darling Dimensions!" was a romance sci-fi, RPG played by five women. I found it while searching for information about my new school. One of the teachers, Ms. Laghari was a member of the podcast. I played a random episode, and it was pretty fun. Momma sat on the couch to listen too. She leaned against me.

    "Drat that Uthurator, She got away!

    "The refrigerator ray wasn't strong enough, and we had to fight off a dozen thrallbos to save our darling Hercule!"

    "How did you find the password to her minion robots? Without hacking into their brains, it would have taken twice as long to dismantle them with our laser spatulas."

    "Pride goeth before a thrallbo, Dear Chutney. Uthurator used her middle name, Doris, for their password.

    The announcer, a man's voice, concluded. "Another dimension saved, by the Spice Witch Five! For next week's podcast, be sure to contribute to the Darling Dimensions FunYouFundMe page, where you can decide their next adventure."

    "It's going be harder now, to sell the watch back to Mr. Colkick." Mother got up. She went to the kitchen, banishing early twilight from the room by turning on its overhead light.

    "I'll help you, Mom." I grabbed a sharp knife and was soon chopping vegetables. I thought about the watch and Mr. Colkick. He had been sad to sell the watch. I remembered the naughty picture of his wife. She must really care about him, like Momma cares about Daddy. "Can we visit Mr. Colkick, tomorrow?"

    "You decided to sell it?"

    "Maybe? I would like talk with him about it."

    "I have to settle paperwork, at your school, but maybe afterwards, we can take a bus from the school to his house." Mother was slicing chicken for the stir fry. "Why don't you email him."

    "Okay." I punched in a request to see him the next evening. It made me feel like I had done something right, something worth a reward. "Can I have a cookie?"

    "Don't you want to save your cookies, to show your dad?"

    "I want one of the other cookies, the ones you put in the back of the top cupboard."

    "I'm not surprised you found them, Billy. This apartment is so small." Momma chuckled. "I was dumb enough to think I might surprise you, in your first school lunch bag."

    "It's okay, Mom. I can wait."

    "There's no fun in no surprise. Here." She climbed on a kitchen chair and plucked the box out from its hiding spot. "I don't mind having one myself." She stepped down, opened the box and inner bag, and handed one to me. Two chocolate wafers were bound together with peanut creme. I bit into it and chewed. My chewing slowed.

    Mother stopped after a bite too. "These might be over their due date."

    I didn't spit it out. It wasn't terrible, just stale. A kid would spit it out, I thought. I finished eating my bite and followed Momma's lead. She put her half a cookie on the counter. As I put mine down, she grabbed a paper towel. She spit into the towel and threw it away. So that's how adults did it. I smirked. "I wish I could get the taste out of my mouth."

    "Would you like some milk?"

    "Sure!"

    I poured and drank some, while she finished slicing the meat. "I'm sorry I bought old cookies."

    "It was an accident, Momma. The grocery shouldn't have sold them."

    "I'll be more careful, next time."

    She was more sad than I would have guessed. "Eat your gingerbread cookie. I'll save mine for Daddy.

    She smirked then. "I was hoping to have a bite of yours." Her eyes twinkled.

    "Why, Momma?"

    "Because I love my little boy."

    "You can love me. I'm right here."

    "But a Mother shouldn't love the parts you drew on your cookies."

    My pee pee twitched to life. "Why?"

    "Because your Daddy wouldn't like that very much. Remember, we don't keep secrets about family."

    "Oh. Did you tell Daddy about snuggling and rubbing our bodies, last night?"

    "In a way. He didn't want to know the details."

    "So it's okay if we do things he doesn't want to hear about?" My peter was filling with blood, very quickly. Talking about doing things, Daddy didn't like, made me very excited to be with Momma.

    "That's not quite right. We have to tell him something."

    "Okay, Momma. I don't want to hurt him."

    "I know you don't, Sweetheart. But sometimes we have to do things that might make people sad."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Yesterday, for instance. I don't mean last night - we can always snuggle. That's perfectly innocent. But after that first bus, in the park, you made Momma use her cold cream to make you ejaculate."

    "'jaculating is bad?" I didn't believe it, but I had to make sure.

    "Of course not, but Momma is suppose to do that for Daddy, not you."

    "I'm sorry I made you." I felt sorry.

    "Thank you, Sweetie. I forgive you. I know that you're dealing with a special time in your life, when you need certain comforts. Sometimes your comfort is just as important as protecting your father's feelings."

    I still felt sorry, but also I felt my pee pee pushing as hard as ever against my pants. Momma couldn't not notice.

    "Are you going to make Momma comfort you again?"

    Golly, my pee pee sure wanted to! I was feeling less sorry too, but I hesitated. "I don't know, Momma. I think I ran out of cum. I don't want to waste it again, if it still has some."

    "Is that what happened, last night?"

    "Uh-huh." I nodded, frowning. "I ran out."

    "That's understandable. You put a lot of sperm in my cold cream jar, yesterday. And that's not the only place you put some, since we left our old home, is it?"

    "No it's not, Momma." I admitted, blushing.

    "What you do outside the family is for you to tell, or not tell. I don't need to know. But comfort yourself however often you like. It doesn't matter if you ejaculate or don't. It will still feel good, and that is never a waste. Your body will always make more sperm."

    "Thank you, Momma!" I embraced her, suddenly wanting to cry. She was incredibly wonderful, explaining away my fears."

    She hugged me back. "This is why I can't say no to you." She spoke almost too soft to hear. My erection, poking firmly into her thigh, did not interrupt our emotional exchange.

    When we parted, I asked, "Can I have the shortening?"

    She grinned. "You know where it is. You don't have to ask."

    I got the canister from a low shelf and was going to take it into the bathroom, like I used to. Instead, I pulled the plastic lid off and placed it on a corner of the counter we hadn't used. Mother turned on a gas burner and took the large frying pan off the hook it hung from. It was non-stick. She began stirring the meat, intent on keeping it from burning.

    I went to the other side of the counter, in the main room and took down my pants. My pee pee was as hard as ever, as I dared to pluck a glob of shortening from the can and rub myself behind the counter, where Momma couldn't see. Just being near her, made me want to cum so bad. It felt naughty to be doing it just out of her sight, and that made it feel better.

    We both stirred, for several minutes, but I was going to finish first. Masturbating, from where I could see Mom but she couldn't see me, was a big turn on. My groin pulsed with promised pleasure. I couldn't help but groan.

    "Be careful not to get any on the rug or furniture, Billy." She called back, stirring a little faster for some reason.

    I jerked mysef much faster than that, almost ready to burst, but I couldn't tell if I was going to cum or not! Suddenly, I thought of Mrs. Cherkle telling me how good my sperm tasted. And I thought of how stale the peanuty choco cookie was. "Momma, I want to wash away the bad cookie flavor in your mouth." She hadn't drank any milk.

    She stopped stirring and looked at me with a calm, possibly worried expression. "Are you sure, Billy?"

    My dick was twitching uncontrollably in my grease slick hand. "Yes, Momma, I don't want to waste any." Especially on the rug or furniture! "I need to cum in your mouth."

    "If you need to. I can't say no." She turned off the burner and scurried around the counter."

    "On your knees, Momma." My feelings were so urgent, I acted more boldly with mother, than I had before. "And open your mouth."

    "Yes, Billy." She fell, her knees partly thudded against the carpet, but she opened her mouth silently and lifted her chin, inches from the head of my dick slicked in white.

    "Oooohhhhh!!! I'm cumming Momma!" How could I not! I gasp and jerked. My prick throbbed and lurched. My body soared from intense joy shocking every inch of it. A stream of white cum spurted out of my dick and splattered on Momma's tongue! She gulped it down and opened her mouth for more.

    I sang and danced from the incredible sensations flooding my being, but no further cum issued from my pee pee.

    Mother remained still and silent, waiting on me, lips wide apart. When I stopped jerking on my erection, and stepped back, finished, she closed her lips and licked them smiling. "That tasted wonderful, Billy. Thank you."

    A sad thought lifted through my haze of pleasure. "You have to tell Daddy, don't you."

    "I have to, Honey, if you don't. But I won't tell you he's going to like hearing it.

    I didn't talk much at dinner. I told myself, I had let Momma down in more than one way. Not only had I made her do a naughty thing for me, I had only cum a little bit into her mouth. I felt very foolish, and scared. What would Daddy say?

    Mother served some of the goat milk ice cream. It's rich chocolate flavor helped to lift my mood, but I didn't say much more than, "Thank you." Before I helped her wash the dishes.

    Mother hugged me after dinner and again after washing up. "Your Daddy will be home in a little while. I have to get your paperwork ready for tomorrow."

    "Didn't Daddy do that? He said he talked with the principal."

    "No dear, he doesn't have time, because of work. She gave the forms to him." Momma went to the bedroom.

    "Oh." I listened to another podcast, but it wasn't as good as "Darling Dimensions!" In the middle of it, my watched buzzed on my wrist. Mr. Colkick replied to my email. "I'll be at home working, tomorrow afternoon, but you're always welcome to visit." He included his phone number and address, which I had already put in the watch, from his business card.

    I still didn't know if I was going to sell the watch back to Mr. Colkick, but I knew I had to talk to him again.

    Father opened the front door and waltzed in. "Hullo!" He cheered. I sunk down in the couch, feeling sullen. Mother glided out of the bedroom and hugged and kissed him. "I'll warm dinner for you."

    "No, Momma." I called loudly. "I have to talk with Daddy. I'll warm it." I got up.

    She gave her husband a helpless look and shrank back into their bedroom.

    "What's up, Sport?" He took off his business coat and hung it in the entrance closet.

    I took the skillet out of the refrigerator, pulled off the plastic wrap, and turned on a burner. "You said you would explain condoms, tonight, Daddy, and why you wear them when making babies with Momma." I stirred the mix of chicken and vegetables. Dad put a plate and utensils on the counter.

    "Sure thing!" He beamed. "A condom is like a balloon designed to fit an erect, adult penis. It holds the man's sperm during ejaculation. So the sperm can't reach the woman's eggs. Instead of rubber, they are made of latex plastic, but they are sometimes called rubbers. A few people are allergic to latex. So they have to buy condoms made of something else, most often sheepskin."

    "Do people call them skins, too?"

    "Not often, but yes."

    "Why do you wear them with Momma?" I really wanted to know. She seemed to really like cum.

    "Billy, you know about making babies and the pleasure of it. Who doesn't?" He laughed. "Everyone masturbates."

    "Do you masturbate?"

    "Yes, but that is a very personal question to ask."

    "But we're family, and we don't keep secrets."

    "That's right, Billy, but we don't have to ask about them either. You are welcome to." He assured.

    Huh. I hadn't thought of it that way.

    "To answer your real question, your Momma and I decided to save our money before having another child, a little brother or sister for you. It costs a lot to raise a big family. We use condoms because we enjoy giving each other the pleasure of sex."

    I understood what he said about the cost of families, however much I underestimated it. He was doing his best to be a good father. Now it was even harder to confess what I had to. "Daddy, I made Momma taste my cum today. I'm sorry."

    My father's smile flattened. "Oh." He clearly was at a loss but struggled to respond.

    "Momma said it might hurt you, but I did it anyway. I just got so-" I didn't know how to describe it.

    "Horny, Son." His cheer deflated, offering the word I didn't know. It didn't sound like one of the careful sex words, he and Momma always used. It sounded a little bitter.

    I finished stirring his dinner. I took the skillet to him and scooped hot food onto his plate. He ate quietly.

    "Can I hug you, Daddy?"

    "Maybe later, Billy. You took advantage of your mother, and I'm not happy about that. Just let me eat."

    "I am sorry."

    "I believe you, Son. You're still young and not able to make the best decisions regarding sex. At least you know what you did wasn't very good."

    Father's words made me feel lower than a carpet. I would have been happier if he spanked me for shooting my cum into Momma's mouth. I put the skillet in the sink, noticing I had forgot to turn off the flame. I couldn't even warm a meal right. I went to my couch and sulked, ignoring my watch. I didn't want it, right then.

    Father left his dishes in the sink. "I'll clean them before going to work, tomorrow." He said. He went into the bedroom, quietly closing the door.

    I crept up to the door and listened.

    "He told you what he did?"

    "He did."

    "I'm sorry, Honey. I warned you, and you didn't object."

    "It was right that I didn't, Faun, but I wish there was another way."

    "If you think of one, let me know, Glen." There was smooching.

    "If it's any consolation, the apartment manger made a pass at me."

    "He did?" My father's voice lost the weight on it.

    "What do you think I did about it?" Momma sounded strangely happy.

    "I think you're above such silliness." Daddy almost chuckled. "Common infidelity isn't weird enough for you're perverted weakness."

    Louder smooching followed. "I told him, only if my husband gets to watch while he puts a baby into your wife, but you have to wear condoms!" Momma's voice twinkled. "He shut up, but his hand shook while he calked the leak in the bathroom ceiling." They both laughed then.

    "I should have a look at his work, if he was paying more attention to my beautiful, sexy, dirty wife, than to it.

    I had to fall back to my couch and bury my head in a pillow. I was so mad! How dare Mr. Cherkle try to make a baby with Momma!

    My anger kept me awake, fuming, until I simply collapsed. Before then, I planned what I would do the next day, Friday.

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    When I woke, Father had already left for work. His dish and the skillet were washed and drying in the rack.

    I listened for sounds of Momma, but it was a little early for her to be up. I yawned and changed out of my pajamas. I wanted to surprise her, since I spoiled her plan to surprise me. Leaving a note, I braved the morning beyond home's door. Outside was cool and overcast, but I was wearing my warm hoodie. I bounced down the stairs and headed for the double, main doors.

    Mrs. Cherkle didn't see me at first. She was busy sweeping the building entrance way. My footsteps caught her notice, and she looked up. Her faced reddened. "Good morning, Billy."

    I don't know why a flash of anger overcame me. She had been nice, when her husband was propositioning my mom. I held my emotion in check and nodded. "Good morning-" I said the next thing before I realized. "Colleen." I didn't say it nicely either, but not awfully.

    She hung her head, "What you must think of me."

    I marched passed her and pushed through a glass door. A gust of guilt flapped my hood. I turned before closing the door behind me. "You're okay, Mrs. Cherkle. I didn't mean to be rude." I didn't quite apologize.

    Maybe her frown faded from her lips, but I left too quickly to be sure. I took the sidewalk to the first street and looked both ways. Fortunately, major streets were a few blocks away, in all directions. Still, I had to be careful of the cars that zipped past. Many didn't slow for me. Once more, I wasn't sure I liked the city.

    Across the street was a corner coffee shop, not one of the new kinds that had fancy cups and filters and took forever and sold biscotti. This shop served hashbrowns and omelets and bacon and pancakes. A big lady wearing an apron poured coffee from a metal pitcher in each hand. She laughed at a customer's joke, making her belly jiggle. I felt conspicuous, after scanning the posted menu, and strode away. Down the street was a thrift shop, but it didn't open until 9am. I had left a little after eight. I reached the next block.

    Across the diagonal, the corner market stood. I checked my pocket for the dollars there. I hadn't forgotten.

    "If it isn't the Androni brat!" A harsh voice grated my right ear. Looking gave me the second biggest fright I'd known since arriving in the city. Next to me stood our apartment owner, Gladys McDougal. I nearly jumped into traffic.

    "Heh!" She cackled. Despite her wild hair, weather worn face, and piercing eyes, she had dressed in sharp, white slacks, and was warmed by a white fur coat. Her shoes were silvery white, leather, meant for walking. Morning breeze rippled across the short hair of her hip length coat. I wondered if she had hunted the animal herself. (it was probably fake fur) "Don't lose your shit over a mad, old woman, Child. You gave me quite a hoot, the other night!" She cackled again.

    "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. I should have listened-"

    "If you had heeded those idiot warnings, I wouldn't be teasing you now. What's your name?"

    Somehow, by acknowledging her brash behavior, she eased my fear a little. "Billy, Ma-am."

    "Call me Gladys or Witch or worse, but never be polite to me, Billy. You won't get the same from me."

    "Why are you like that?"

    She grunted. "No one asks that question, Child, except my last two husbands." She leered at me, "Want to be my next one?" Her cackle stopped traffic. Actually, it was the street light. We crossed the same direction.

    "You gonna play with Norma's boy, Arturio?" She pointed at the market.

    "Uh-uh, Mrs.-" I couldn't say a name. I sputtered past my block. "I'm going to surprise Momma."

    "I don't like the sound of that. Little boys who surprise their Mommas usually get spanked!"

    "Not my momma!" I found some courage.

    "Glad to hear it. Spankings' for fools and fetishes."

    I didn't want to sound dumb, asking her what that last word meant. I blustered back. "Mr. Cherkle is a fool who deserves one."

    "Last night's log says he fixed ceiling damage in your bathroom. Was he rude?"

    "To my Momma." I had to fight against shouting it.

    "I'd fire him in an instant, if he wasn't a crackerjack super. His wife is even better, at handling the books, and I work both of them for the price of one!" Mrs. McDugal's cackle drove two crows away from the overhead lines. "If your Momma wants to complain, send her to me. I promise, she'll get satisfaction."

    I wasn't sure if Momma wanted to complain. She hadn't sounded like it, last night. I needed to complain. "I wish I was big enough to spank him." I fumed. The light changed again. The wild, apartment owner escorted me.

    "Oh, you don't need to be any bigger. Every man has his weakness, especially married men." The witch pushed into the market. "Hello, Girl Mutilating Slut!" She called the clerk.

    Mrs. Shahidi grinned. "Hello, Wicked Bit-" She cleared her throat at my entrance.

    "Yes, well, the boy is a problem. Aren't they all?" The witch noted.

    From behind the counter, the clerk's son, Arturio, stood and smiled. "You're the nasty, nice lady."

    Mrs. McDougal shot her head back at me. "See, it's easy to pay respects to me." Her head shot forward. I'll take a pack of cancer and two boxes of rolling papers. You know my brands."

    "Of course." The clerk scanned the rack of goods behind her.

    I crept into the store, searching the aisles.

    "Are you gonna steal something?" Arturio appeared beside me. I nearly jumped out of my hoodie.

    "I want cookies." I wasn't afraid of him. He was just a little boy, but he sure surprised me.

    "Here." The clerk's son dragged me closer to the counter. A register beeped.

    "Thank you, um, Norma." Mrs. McDougal grimaced at my approach. She flew out of the shop.

    I chose Momma's favorite, lemon wafers with creme, and took them to the counter.

    "Two dollars and thirty eight cents, Billy." Mrs. Shahidi smiled.

    I pulled the bills out of my pocket. There were only two. I dug in my other pockets. I found a penny and a nickel. "Sorry." I frowned. "I'll put it back."

    "That's the last pack of those. Do you want me to keep them, while you get more change?" The clerk tried to be helpful.

    "Mommy!" Arturio suddenly shouted. "I want my allowance."

    "In a minute, little angel. Don't make the boy feel bad."

    "YOU'RE making him feel bad." Her son turned to me. "Isn't she!" It wasn't a question. It was the oddest moment. The entire shop quieted. Strangest of all, Mrs. Shahidi looked at her son, as if waiting for him to tell her something. He waited for me to respond.

    I had never been put on the spot like this. Mrs. Shahidi was kind enough to save the last box. I guessed she thought I might be jealous of her son's allowance, but I thought he was just annoying in general, the kind of kid who would never be taken seriously. The strange thing was, his mother took him very seriously. That I didn't understand, which annoyed me more. I considered what an adult would say.

    "I'm sorry, Mrs. Shahidi, but I wanted to surprise my mom with the cookies. If I ask her for change, that would spoil the surprise."

    "SEE!" Arturio burst. "Now give my friend some my allowance to pay for his cookies."

    The corner market sure was a place of odd surprises. First, goat ice cream, now the clerk's boy was paying for me. Well, the difference I owed, but he seemed to think that made him my friend. I had to resist. "It's okay, Mrs. Shahidi. I don't-"

    She rang up the cookies and handed them to me. Her eyes were a little frightened. "Please, do as he wants."

    My money lay on the counter. I looked at her son. "Are you being mean to your Momma?"

    "NO!" He shouted. "Mama loves me! I want you to make your mama love you. I like your mama." He frowned at his mother. "Now you kiss and hug Billy. Maybe someday his mama will kiss and hug me."

    I just stood there, when Mrs. Shahidi came from around the counter, her eyes less afraid and more inviting. She opened her arms. I could have run away with the cookies. She gave me time, but I waited for her embrace. Warm, full lips kissed one of my cheeks and then the other.

    "It's good, huh?" Arturio said. "Hold him a little more, Mama. You get something nice too." The boy disappeared behind her. I felt his mother flinch then shudder. A soft moan surprised my ear, before she let go.

    I took two steps back, still astonished but happy for the hug. Her long skirt rustled prior to the boy appearing beside her as if he had been stooping. He sucked a middle finger. "Thank you, Mama."

    "I'm sorry." Mrs. Shahidi blushed and returned to her station behind the counter.

    Simply leaving, at that point, seemed wrong. I needed something normal to reseat reality in this place. "Uh, thank you for some of your allowance, Arturio. Um, would you like a cookie? Momma won't eat them all." I held the box to him. Surprising Momma with an open box would make me look like a kid, but it was better to surprise her that way than to surrender to the weirdness of this store.

    "Okay!" He tore open the box, carefully. "I don't want to make a mess for your Mama." He took two of the lemon creme wafers. He gave one to his mama before gobbling his. "Thank you but tell her, I'm a real nice boy. My dada taught me how to be nice to my Mama, cuz he had to go away, out of America. I want to be nice to her." He gave the cookies back to me.

    Then I did leave, suspicious of Arturio's intentions and his mother's lack of authority. I didn't hate them. I just felt weird there, like I needed to grow more, inside, to deal with them.

    I walked home on the other side of the street. I passed a barbershop. The store beside it was called Nail Salon. They shared an opening in the wall between them. A prim, old man stood cleaning an electric razor in the barbershop, and a curvy woman watered plants in the salon. I wondered if the plants grew nails. Momma once talked about a neighbor's new nails. Daddy told her, she should indulge herself if she wanted. Momma had laughed then.

    The next block had a 1 Buck store. It looked kinda trashy, and the customers acted funny. One of them was playing tug of war with her daughter, but instead of a rope, it was a box that had a picture of a cucumber. Even from the street, the picture looked like a plastic cucumber.

    Mrs. Cherkle had finished sweeping. I thought of Mrs. McDougal, when I found the entrance area empty. That was because I was still mad at Mr. Cherkle. Mrs. McDougal had said his weakness might be his wife. I wondered if she meant I should tell Mrs. Cherkle. I went to the door of #101 but paused before pressing the button. Did I want to be a snitch? Had Mrs. McDougal meant something else? The cookies were in a resealable bag and would probably keep fresh...

    Ding Dong! The bell rang. My heart began to race. I had never done anything like this, snitch on an adult. But I had to protect my mother from any threat. Mr. Cherkle had proven his danger, but even Arturio's hope for a hug and a kiss from Momma could not be allowed.

    The door opened, and there stood Mr. Cherkle. It took all my nerve to not run away and prevent my face from exploding with fear. "Yes?" He asked.

    I tried to say, "Hello." But terror had welded my mouth shut.

    "Who is it, Dear?" Mrs. Cherkle asked from within the apartment.

    "It's Billy Androni. He looks lost, but that can't be." The odious man puzzled. "What's the matter, Billy?"

    I did open my mouth, but words stuck in my wind pipe.

    "I-I should talk to him, Godwin." Mrs. Cherkle appeared behind him, looking meek. "Come in, Billy. I'll get you a cookie."

    "I know kids are always stopping by for a cookie, but this one has a box of them." Her husband stepped back from the door.

    "Never you mind, Dear." She turned, expecting me to follow. I wasn't sure I could. I wanted to run home! My feet decided for me, and I stepped into the apartment of my enemy. Once inside, I hurried to catch up with Mrs. Cherkle. Their old, leather lounge chair scrunched behind us. The TV started talking, not loudly.

    She spoke with a low voice. "After yesterday, and this morning, I thought you wouldn't talk to me again."

    I had to say something. "I-it's not your fault, Mrs. Cherkle, I-" My bravery petered.

    "Here's a cookie. Godwin is right. The few kids living here do stop by for cookies, but that's not why you're here. Is it, Billy?" Worry thinned her lips.

    "No, ma-am." I hung my head. This was harder than I could have imagined. I liked Mrs. Cherkle. I didn't want to hurt her. It's not her fault her husband threatened my mom. He hadn't actually threatened her, but I could only see it as a threat. If anything, his pass at Momma threatened me! I took the cookie. Doing so delayed telling her. She seemed to understand I needed a prompt.

    "Is this about yesterday?" She reached in the ceramic log cabin for another cookie, should it be necessary.

    I nodded.

    "I did something very bad yesterday, Billy. I wasn't myself. I promise it'll never happen again."

    I shook my head. "It isn't that, Mrs. Cherkle. I liked that."

    "That's not what matters." She shook her head. "I shouldn't have done- Wait, then what did you want to tell me?" Her hand retrieved the second cookie.

    I hadn't cried from fear before. Tears seeped out. "Mm-mister Cherkle, h-he- uh, what said to Momma-"

    "Godwin?" Her voice was a ghost. "What did he say to your mother?"

    "H-he wanted to make babies with her." I prevented myself from balling, but more tears emerged.

    The gingerbread boy in Mrs. Cherkle's hand bent and cracked until pulverized bits littered the floor tiles. "Are you sure?" An unwholesome expression drew her lips into something between a smile and a grimace.

    "Momma told Daddy, last night." I imagined I might be her next pulverized cookie.

    She nodded. "Billy, you're being very brave right now, but I have ask you to stay brave a little longer. Can you do that?" She didn't sound angry at me. It was like a time bomb that never went off, because anyone experiencing it would immediately defuse it at risk of their life. At least that's how I interpreted it. I had seen Momma this angry, twice. Fortunately, neither Daddy nor I had been its target.

    "Can I go home?"

    "I won't stop you, but I could handle this better if I know you're here." Did she mean she was less likely to stab her husband? I didn't want that to happen! I reluctantly agreed.

    "Thank you, Billy. You can eat your cookies here, or go to the bathroom if you need a door between you and my husband and I."

    "Okay." I squeaked. My stomach had no appetite.

    She went to the main room, where Mr. Cherkle sat.

    "Billy is worried about his mother." She told him, as if she were saying hello to a pleasant acquaintance. I doubt he heard the trap within her words. I did. I just had no idea what the trap might be.

    "Why come to us? Why tell you?" Mr. Cherkle muted the TV and set down its remote control. "And what's there to worry about anyway?"

    "You," She told him, "Dear."

    He grumbled, "That's crazy. I fixed her ceiling yesterday. Is the woman ungrateful, or did the patch fail?" As if he would leap to fix his fix.

    "I'm the ungrateful one, sweet Godwin."

    "You're talking in riddles."

    "Only because you made a fool of yourself -- again."

    The older, burly man hunkered down in the lounger. "You believe the boy? I promised you, after the last time."

    "I didn't believe your promise then, Godwin." The dam broke in Mrs. Cherkle's heart. "I let it go, because I know nothing happened, that time and this time. Why you even try is beyond foolishness. I wrote it off as hanging on to your middle age crisis. By the stars, Dear, you're almost sixty!"

    "If nothing happened, then why are you haranguing me about it? I'm not ashamed of my fantasies. If I stepped over the line, I'm sorry. But you should have heard her, Colleen. Ms. Androni, didn't just reject me. She's a piece of work, real naughty, not fantasy naughty. She threatened forcing her husband on you!"

    "That's a lie!" I heard myself shout. I jumped off the counter stool and stomped up to the main room. "Momma likes Mrs. Cherkle! She only asked how you would like it if another man made babies with your wife!"

    "Get out of our house, Brat!" Mr. Cherkle started up from his chair.

    "Don't you dare move an inch!" His wife declared. "Either of you." She glared at her husband but looked longing at me, somehow at the same time. "I can see Faun saying that. She has a bit of Mrs. McDougal in her, to her credit. Hell, if her husband wanted to give me a run with his gun, I'd happily lay downrange for him. The man's a shining gem, compared to your dull quartz." She snorted.

    "Don't start, Colleen. Maybe I invite women to a good time in bed, because you're incapable of it!"

    "That would be how you perceive your inadequacies for my needs. Maybe it's time you learned what you've been missing." Anger fled Mrs. Cherkle's sudden grin. She pulled a flip phone from her apron pocket. She pressed one button, waited for speed dial to complete, and said into the phone, "Gladys, my husband and I are having a bit of a brouhaha. Call the cops if I don't call you back in ten minutes." She paused. "Yeah, he wouldn't dare, considering the records they have on him."

    Her transformation from terror to devil fascinated me to such a degree, my fright at the situation drained away. I gaped in awe! "Mrs. Cherkle." I said softly.

    "Billy, could you help an ugly old woman like me, with something I need to do in the bedroom?" Her grin glowed with warmth, after it had froze her husband in his chair.

    "What's going on, Colleen?"

    "You stay put, or go fix something, or even stare from the bedroom doorway. It won't matter. When you see me again, I'll have the one thing you've never given me, and you'll know it. If you dare step into the room with us, I'll call the cops myself." She walked to the bedroom entrance, holding out her hand. "Billy?"

    I could have left. I wanted to leave, from awkwardness rather than fear, but my gut told me, I would miss out on something truly great. Mr. Cherkle and I exchanged beguiled looks. He seemed afraid, now, to even move. Me? Like his wife had told me, I just needed to be brave a little longer. I hurried to her side, and she led me into their bedroom.

    It was the same room as Mom an Dad's but looked completely different. One wall had pictures of cars and posters for MAC Tools with sexy but dumb looking ladies. The wall across from it had beautiful cross stitchings of orchids and cattle dogs and pink letters that read, "Happy Hearts are Sexy Hearts." The word sexy was stitched in bold red.

    "What did you want me to help you with?" I looked at the bed. It was queen sized with a dark blue comforter. She set her phone on the far night stand and pulled back the cover revealing two tan clad pillows. "Sweet Billy, did you really make babies with those other women?" She asked with respect. Her hands fiddled with the strings of her apron and let it fall to the carpet.

    I nodded.

    "Did you tell your Mom about them?"

    "No, Ma-am. She told me what I do is my business."

    "Oh." Her eyes bulged for a heartbeat. "I think I like your mother even more, now." A warm smile brought all of the older woman's elegance to her face. Arriving slower, red blushed her cheeks. "I'm not as old as my husband, Billy, but I'm no spring chicken. Would you please make a baby in me?" A glint appeared in one of her eyes. "It's not impossible, actually. I haven't reached menopause yet, I mean that time when-"

    "I read about menpause, Mrs. Cherkle." I had, but the book didn't say much more than it happened when lady bodies stopped having eggs.

    "I keep forgetting you're not as innocent as you act." She quieted. I hadn't answered her question.

    My fear of Mr. Cherkle hadn't vanished entirely. Just knowning he was in their home gave me the heebie-jeebies. However, my anger hadn't vanished either. Mostly, I felt excited to be with Mrs. Cherkle, in their bedroom with her. My pee pee was stiffening. "Yes, Mrs. Cherkle, can I please make a baby in you?"

    She blushed harder, but her hands reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. "I want that Billy. You see, my husband has never made one. We tried, as married couples do, but he's not very good." Her hands worked efficiently. Beneath her blouse she wore a thin, short chemise. After dumping her white blouse, her hands moved to her light purple skirt, unzipping it. "I-I need you to do something first, something I never trusted Godwin to do."

    She was saying she trusted me more than her husband. I couldn't refuse, no matter what she wanted. "Okay." My voice quavered a little.

    Mrs. Cherkle dropped her skirt and hooked her thumbs into her white, plain panties. She pulled them down to mid-thigh and promptly bent over the bed, catching herself with her hands. "I need you to spank me, Billy. I need to be your Colleen again."

    "Why would I spank you?" I was genuinely puzzled. "Your husband needs that."

    "It's not easy to explain, but if you spank me, you'll hurt him far worse. I won't even feel it compared to his punishment." She put up a brave front. "But if you need a reason, Billy. I do deserve it. I'm doing a very naughty thing to my husband, much worse than he deserves, but I need to do it for me. That's probably very confusing. I'm sorry. If you don't want to-"

    "I'll spank you, Mrs. Cherkle." I interrupted. A painful erection had taken my pee pee, as she described what she was doing to her husband. I wanted, if not needed, to make him suffer. I went around the bed to stand behind her.

    "Thank you, Billy. You have to spank me hard. You can spank me with whatever you want. I-I haven't been spanked in a long time, because of how it changes me. Y-you weren't afraid yesterday, when I called you Daddy?"

    "No. Mrs. Cherkle. That was fun!" I had been a little afraid, but I thought she was playing a game. If she needed a spanking, her game must be more serious. I remembered spanking Mrs. Abbey. My arms and hands were sore for a day, afterwards. I did need something to spank Mrs. Cherkle with. Looking around, I spied a wide leather belt dangling from the far bedpost. I could have walked over and got it, but I felt I should take charge when spanking someone, like I had with Tara and Mrs. Abbey. "Get your husband's belt from the bedpost, Mrs. Cherkle, and give it to me." I tried to sound grave.

    Mrs. Cherkle flinched at my words. She whispered, "...with Godwin's belt." It's metal buckle had a small wrench welded across it. She pulled the long strip of leather off of the post and lifted it behind her. I took and hefted the massive thing. I worried I might injure Mrs. Cherkle with something that powerful. "How many do you deserve?"

    "I-I'm not sure, uh-" She sounded more than a little worried. "Twenty?"

    "Okay, Mrs. Cherkle, but you have to count. If you make a mistake, we will start again at one."

    "For every mistake?" Her voice squeaked!

    That's how Ms. Hennifer did it. "Yes." I swished belt and struck! It landed awkwardly against her porcelain white bum. I had never spanked with a belt before. The belts I wore were like feathers compared to Mr. Cherkle's. His wife didn't even grunt. Her bum flexed a bit. I almost said, Sorry.

    I took a longer grip on the belt, allowing half of it to flex. I raised my arm and swung again. This time it smacked her butt with a hefty THWACK!

    "Ow!" Mrs. Cherkle, sounded almost pleased. "Two!" She remembered.

    I had to be fair. I had warned her. "You didn't count the first one, Mrs. Cherkle. So that was one."

    "Yes, Billy. I'm sorry, Billy." She called out, "One!"

    My next stroke hit perfectly. Her outcry matched the volume of the belt swatting her behind! "Ohhh! Two!"

    CRACK! I was getting the hang of it. "OWW!" Her voice cried louder. "Three, ohh."

    Pleased with my work, I swung the belt three times in quick succession. The last landed awkwardly. I had lost control. "Yeoww, Oww, OHH!" She was looking sore after she called out "Six!" A bad spank was still pretty painful, I guessed. I took careful aim, just above the red lashes I had been working. SWAT!

    "Ouch. Thank you, Billy. Eight, I mean SEVEN!"

    I hesitated. I shouldn't have, but I allowed her mistake. I belted her darkening bottom hard to cover for my kindness.

    "OOWWW!!" She yelped. "EIGHT!"

    I tried another quick three. Each landed meatily, provoking heartfelt cries followed with a correct count. "Eleven! Unnngggghh. That really hurts!" Her pained voice raised in pitch.

    My arm was tired. I hadn't noticed it weaken. I was too excited by Mrs. Cherkle's once delicate looking behind. Dark swatches covered it. I held the buckle with one hand and the middle of the belt with my swatting hand. After eleven swings, I wished I didn't have spank her. My pee pee wanted to dive between her thighs and stick into her dark but graying pussy hair.

    Where was Mr. Cherkle? He hadn't make a sound. Had he left? Had his wife's shouts and his belt's swats masked the sound of the front door opening and closing? It worried me, but not enough to stop. I thought this in the span of one breath, each deeper as my arm tired. I lifted and swung. I had promised. THWACK!

    "OOWWWW, DADDY, It hurts so bad!" A little girl's voice wailed. Mrs. Cherkle had started to play her strange game.

    "You didn't count that one." I warned.

    "Count what, Daddy?" She groaned.

    "Your spanks."

    "I have to?" She couldn't have forgotten. That didn't make sense.

    "We have to start at one again." I heaved my breath. My arm was really tired!

    "You mean start all over?" She continued to sound confused. "NOOO! Daddy that's cruel!"

    Her saying it made it sound cruel, but I had promised. "This time, don't forget to count, um, Colleen."

    "Waaaahhh!" She whined.

    I lifted the belt and swung! WHACK! I tried to hit a fresh spot, but her slim ass was completely crossed with dark welts.

    "AAAAA!!! AAAA!!" She shrieked! Her butt danced as if it were on fire. I let it dance. She whimpered, almost too late, "one."

    "That's very good, Sweetheart." I dropped the belt on the bed and bent over, to hug her torso. "I love you." Ms. Hennifer had waited until the end of my punishment to show her love, but I couldn't. I was sad that I had promised to spank Mrs. Cherkle hard, twenty times and start over if she lost count.

    "I'm sorry I was bad, Daddy."

    "I can't stop, Colleen. I have to keep my promise, until you count to twenty."

    "Please no, Daddy." She looked back with strained elegance.

    I let go of her, but I didn't pick up the belt. Instead, I stepped around her protruding backside. I raised my other hand and spanked!

    "Oww!" Mrs. Cherkle cried. Her tears were real, but she realized I was taking it easier. "Two." She sniffed.

    I hit the reddest part of her bum, with the palm of my hand, as hard as I could. I had promised, but it wasn't half as painful as the belt, according to the volume of her cries. SWAT!

    "Nnnnggghh!!" Mrs. Cherkle yelped. "Three."

    After thirteen swats, I changed hands. My off palm was very sore, but my main arm had recovered some of its strength. Mrs. Cherkle didn't miss a count.

    SMACK!

    "Ow. Daddy, I love you. Fourteen."

    SWAT!

    "Aaa." She whimpered. "Fifteen."

    SWACK! SWAT! SMACK!

    "OOH-OWW-OWW!" Her bum was so bruised, a kiss would have hurt it. "Sixteen, Daddy. Seventeen. Eighteen!"

    I picked up the belt again. "I'm sorry, Colleen, but I have to make sure I didn't break my promise. Sore and tired, I swung the belt sharply. It smote her purple rear with a fierce TWACK!

    "AAAAAA!!!" Mrs. Cherkle screamed. Tears poured out of her eyes. "NO, DADDY- Uh, uh- Nineteen." She managed.

    I landed the final blow on the lightest colored swath of her ass, but I belted it as hard as I could. CRACK!

    Mrs. Cherkle, screamed and fell to her bed. Blubblering, she managed, "Twenty, Daddy." She curled up and cried.

    I ran to the dresser in the room, obviously hers with perfume and brushes. I opened drawers until I found what I needed. I returned to the bed and fell next to her. "Daddy's sorry for doing that, Colleen, but you made me promise." I opened the jar I had found and dug out a handful of cold cream. I applied it gently to the edge of the welts on her behind. Her butt flinched at every touch.

    "I was really bad, wasn't I."

    "I think you're wonderful, Mrs- uh, Colleen."

    "Do you, Daddy?"

    "Uh-huh." I smoothed the cream over he welts. She kept crying. She sniffled, "That's good of you. It hurts so bad, but the cream helps. Thank you, Daddy."

    I hugged her where I thought it wouldn't inflame her behind. She nestled her face close to mine, kissing me on the lips.

    My raging hard on jerked and jolted. More than being sorry for whipping Mrs. Cherkle, I needed to push inside her.

    "I promised something else, Colleen." I whispered. My lips brushed her.

    "Are you going to hurt me more?"

    "I hope not. Do you remember?"

    "No, Daddy."

    "I promised I would make a baby in you, Sweetheart."

    "Really?"

    "Yes, Honey."

    "Oh, Daddy, that would be wonderful! I aways wanted to have my own baby."

    "You're very sore, Colleen. I'm afraid it would hurt you more."

    She answered in a very small voice. "It's okay, Daddy, if you're going to make a baby in me."

    "I don't want to, but okay." I kissed her and pulled off her panties. "Lay on your back, Honey. Spread your legs." I opened the fly of my pants and pulled a rock hard peter from my undershorts.

    "Okay." She winced and grunted, turning on her back. The soft sheets grated her cream soaked bum. When her legs offered pussy, I looked eagerly. The hair was neatly trimmed along and above her outer lips. It made her sex look bigger than it was. She had the tiniest pussy. I briefly worried if my pee pee would fit. It had to. I had promised Mrs. Cherkle.

    "Daddy, you have a nice peter." She smiled, but tears crept out, as her bum failed to stop flinching against the bedclothes.

    "You have a beautiful pussy, Colleen." I smiled and walked on my knees until I reached the inner top of her thighs. The tips of belt marks pointed at my hard dick.

    "Do you want to see my boobies?" She asked.

    "I'd like that, Sweetheart."

    Mrs. Cherkle groaned as her arms pulled the hem of her short chemise up her chest. The motion rocked her ass against the sheets. She had shallow but pert breasts. I had never seen a little girl's breasts, but I imagined they looked like Mrs. Cherkle's only smaller.

    "You have pretty boobies." I fingered my desperate prick. I couldn't hold back any longer.

    "Please make a baby in me, Daddy. I don't care if it hurts." She whimpered saying.

    I fisted my cock down, splitting her outer lips, with the head. "Oh, Honey, I need this too." I groaned as my prick speared Mrs. Cherkle's tiny cunt. She was really wet! The head found her inner opening quick, as if there was nothing else behind her vulva. I plunged into the willing puss more forcefully than I wanted. I couldn't help myself! I'd taken so long to spank Mrs. Cherkle, my pee pee would have died if I hadn't thrust in as quickly as possible. My groin slammed into hers, pushing her butt against the sheet.

    "AAAA!!" She cried more tears. "Ohh, it hurts, Daddy! It hurts!"

    My dick pumped automatically, my crotch slapping her hips. Her ripe snatch was creamy silk sucking on my turgid penis. Each pump brought fresh tears to her eyes. "I'm sorry, Baby. I can't stop. It feels too good."

    "OWW- i-it's okay, Daddy, as long as you make- UUHH!, a baby in me!" She groaned over and over as my peter plunged in and out of her dripping hole.

    Another cry, low and throaty howled from the main room. I felt a little sorry for Mr. Cherkle, but not much. He must have been very sad that I was making a baby in his wife while he couldn't do anything about it. It served him right for asking to make one in my momma!

    "I don't like that man, Daddy. He never, Nnngg!, made a baby in me." Mrs. Cherkle cried.

    "Hush, Sweetheart." As much as I loved fucking my hard cock into Mrs. Cherkle, I knew it wasn't right, and the game she was playing wasn't really a game, but I needed to do this, to teach her husband a lesson he would never forget. "After this, we can forgive him."

    "I want your baby, Daddy. I really do." She continued to wince and whine as my weight pressed down, jackhammering her sore rear into the bed. My dick plunged through her inner softness and warmth. It filled my body with electric pleasure.

    "If only it didn't hurt so much." She bit her lip.

    "Just a little longer, Colleen. I'm going to cum quick." Her wet pussy and sad cries tugged the cum in my balls. Sperm pooled into the bulb of my penis, eager to launch deep into Mrs. Cherkle's body.

    "I want you to cum a lot, Daddy!" She urged, despite her grimace. "You have to!" To my surprise and amazement, she bucked her hips against my thrusts, to make sure I plumbed her deepest parts. She wailed continuously from the intense pain in her bum but didn't miss a single pound into her puss. "WAAAAAHHHH!! I want your cum, Daddy! I want you to cum deep. Make me pregnant! Knock me up. I want you to be a Daddy all over again." She cried and cried.

    I lunged passionately, my head swimming in lust, until my body slammed down, piercing her farthest reaches upon meeting her thrust up. She sobbed. "I need it, Billy!" Her voice deepened.

    My prick erupted unlike past orgasms. Cum blasted her cunt and blasted out of it. I exploded like a bursting dam, shooting a cascade of boiling liquid that flowed without end. My body wrenched and flailed atop the suffering woman who prayed for my seed to quicken a child within her womb. I lost my vision. Intense ecstacy shut down my senses and all self control. My prick lurched, shooting globs now, thick and potent.

    Mrs. Cherkle yelped from each of my body's gyrations. She reached around me and pulled me to her slight breasts. I kissed one before sucking it into my mouth, as if my body was a baby again. Then she screamed away from my ear, "HAAAAAHHHH!!!! AAAHHHHH!!! AAAAHHH!!" She didn't stop until I had sucked and bucked more spunk into the once elegant, now bruised and shuddering woman beneath my pleasure wracked existence. "Oh, Billy, Billy, I've never cum like this before!"

    "NOOOOO!" Mr. Cherkle howled from the other room. "I'M SORRY, COLLEEN! OOOOHHHH!" His outburst ended with a strangely familiar expression, but I was too gone from the universe to identify it.

    I sucked on Mrs. Cherkle's nipple and poured the last of my thick cum into her sucking cunt. I did think to lean over and fall to the bed, releasing her bum from the torture of our fucking.

    She held me and kissed me, again and again. "Thank you, Billy." I lay there breathing shallow and quick. She hummed a peaceful phrase.

    Mr. Cherkle's voice whispered from the door. "I-I didn't know I couldn't satisfy you like that."

    "We forgive you, Godwin. Pull yourself together, wash up, and we'll talk again when Billy's gone home." She picked up her phone and told Mrs. McDougal everything was just fine.

    Sometime after falling asleep in Mrs. Cherkle's arms, my watch buzzed. Mother had sent an email, asking where I was.

    A half naked Mrs. Cherkle escorted me to the door with kisses and hugs. We heard her husband whimpering in the bathroom. There was a soft slapping sound too.

    "I hope you can forgive him." She sighed.

    "I want to, Mrs. Cherkle, but he made me very mad."

    "Are you still mad?"

    "I don't think so." I scratched my head. "I can't tell. What we did was so amazing."

    "Yes, Billy. It'll probably never be like that again."

    "I guess you won't want that anymore." I felt even more sorry for hurting her.

    She laughed. "We'll see, you young tiger, but right now I'm going to sleep on my tummy and avoid sitting, for at least a week!"

    I trudged outside and slogged my way up the stairs, box of cookies in hand. I had emailed Momma, telling her I was helping Mr. and Mrs. Cherkle with something they needed. The smell of burning tobacco snagged my attention.

    "I wonder what could have caused the great and powerful, Godwin Cherkle to howl like a loon?" Mrs. McDougal squatted on her heels, smoking on the landing between floors. "Do you still want to give him a spanking?" An expensive phone sat in her lap.

    The witch apartment owner's eyes burned and twinkled at the same time. Did she know? Was she actually a witch? I couldn't speak with those haunting orbs boring into me. I ran up the rest of the stairs, along the interior walkway to my door, and hurried inside to Momma.

    She greeted me from the sofa bed. "I hope you gave the apartment managers your very best."

    What she said sounded a little like Mrs. McDougal. I froze at the notion. My hazy thoughts and vision imagined Momma with wild, gray hair. Please, no! I quailed on the inside.

    "Are you ready to start the rest of your day?" Mother got up and collected her coat and purse. "You wanted to see Mr. Colkick, after I submit your papers to the school principal. What else?"

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    I asked her, "Did you write a thank you for Mrs. Abbey?"

    "I did, while you were out. It's in my purse, to drop off at the apartment mailbox." She walked to the door.

    I followed. "What if we went to her place and gave it in person."

    "That would be difficult." She opened the door and held it for me. "She lives on the far side of town. We couldn't see her and Mr. Colkick today."

    "Even for a cookie?" I had been holding the box behind me.

    "Aww," She relaxed and closed the door. "You know I like lemon creme wafers."

    I opened the sealable package, and she took two. I took one. She didn't say anything about the box being already open.

    "I'm sorry your surprise cookies were stale. I wanted to surprise you."

    She kissed my cheek. "Thank you!" We nibbled, enjoying the moment.

    "Just because I accepted your bribe doesn't mean we can take the card to Mrs. Abbey." She shrugged. "Unless you don't want to visit Mr. Colkick."

    I thought about it. "We would waste a stamp if we took it in person?"

    "Such a frugal son I've raised!" She laughed. "You don't need a reason to see her. Email her. The next time she's showing a home in the area we'll visit with her."

    I didn't know that taking the transit system across town involved a lot of busses. "Okay." I agreed.

    We left after eating our snack. I put the box in the cupboard, to save for later and share with Daddy. Momma mailed the card to Mrs. Abbey, and then we walked to the school.

    The main doors had strange metal holes around them, in the concrete slab that stretched out before them. Mother raised her eyebrows at them but didn't comment. We went to the school administration counter and an older man, Mr. Vouse, called the principal for us. "Principal Agincourt, Ms. Androni is here with her son's records."

    A tall, powerfully framed woman with silver hair and tiny, silver rimmed glasses emerged from the principal's office. "Hello, Ms. Androni." She noticed me with a glance. "Hello Billy." Very business like, she invited us in. We took to plastic chairs in front of her desk, then she sank into her wood and leather chair.

    "What are those metal holes outside the school doors?" I asked.

    Her long nose pointed at me. "The school used to have a fence and barbed wire, to protect students from gunmen, and to allow inspections before and after school. Brave members of the PTA told the school board to cut it down.

    "Students aren't prisoners. Schools that treat them like criminals set a terrible example for society." She nodded slightly. "You're very perceptive, Billy. The truth is, I was hired to return respect for students and education, to this school. I let go nearly half of the teachers, the ones who were simply working for a paycheck. I won't have that in my school. I scoured the state for educators who are called to the profession. I increased salaries, and I don't mine saying, I'm risking my own position, to defend these changes. Fortunately, the community voted religious zealots out from the school board of directors. That board had even refused evidence based sex education." She paused, gauging my mother's reaction.

    "Don't most states save that for high school?" Mother was curious.

    "Ma-am, European nations offer age appropriate introduction to human sexuality at all levels. In primary schools, students are given condoms to play with, to blow them up into balloons for example. This is to normalize them as familiar objects. In America, the majority of men are too embarrassed to buy condoms."

    "Daddy has condoms." I fidgeted. Principal Agincourt was boring.

    Ms. Agincourt blinked. "Uh, good for him."

    Mother hugged me. "You won't find me disagreeing with your policies, Ms. Agincourt."

    The principal tapped mother's paperwork on her desk. "Your husband answered most of my questions in our interview. I'm sure these are in good order. Unless you have questions I will have these filed."

    "There is a small matter I'd like to discuss. I hadn't thought to, until you declared your perspectives on education. I would have added a note if I had known."

    Whatever it was, I worried Ms. Agincourt would blather on about dumb things again. "Momma, can I go see Ms. Hennifer?" I must have interrupted the principal just as she was about to speak. She pursed her lips. Brown eyes pierced me through thin framed glasses.

    "My son met her yesterday. Can he walk the halls unescorted?"

    "I'm sorry I didn't make my stance more clear." Ms. Agincourt spoke cooly. "My faculty trusts their students at this school. Ms. Hennifer did mention the incident. I'm sure she'd be happy for him to say hello."

    I started a beeline to the front counter but the principal's firm voice stopped me. "Unless a student proves untrustworthy."

    "It's okay, Sweetie. I'll find you in Ms. Hennifer's room." Momma said.

    A more melodic voice issued from the principal. "It's the parents we have to be careful with."

    Mother laughed lightly.

    I walked quickly out of the administration area and found the hall to Ms. Hennifer's room. She was writing simple equations on the white boards but turned to the door when I opened it. A big smile lit up her face. "Billy!"

    She opened her arms and I ran into her hug. "Are you so mad for math, you've come ta visit, Lad?"

    "No." I frowned. She knelt down until her face was level with mine. "I need to say something important. Don't get sad, but if you're in my class this year, I won't give you special attention or treatment. It wouldn't be fair to the other students."

    "I guess." I let my frown soften.

    "And ye can't be taking after me. Do you know what I mean?"

    "I can't hug you or cum on you."

    She snorted a laugh. "Yes. You know I could lose my job."

    "I know." I nodded. I was looking at her hair, but from the front I couldn't see her bun.

    "Good lad. I may surprise you some days, but you mustn't be wait'n for me, okay?"

    I would have to find other women, if I needed to make babies. She caught me looking. "What's ta matter?"

    Without answering, I reached up and pushed her chin to the right. It was still there, in her bun. Flakes of my dried cum encrusted the top of it. Standing, she was tall enough. Most people wouldn't notice. They certainly wouldn't believe what it was. I giggled.

    "Oh, Lad, I haven't forgotten. I promised to keep the reminder until school starts."

    I hugged her then, and she wrapped her arms around me.

    "Where's your mum?"

    "She's talking to the principal."

    "Principal Agincourt is a straightforward marm. They won't be long."

    I helped to prep her room, until Momma knocked. "Is Billy bothering you?" she asked from the hall.

    "Nary a fig, Ms. Androni. Come in!" The math teacher must have thought it was strange for my mother to give warning before entering. She gave me a curious eye but presented a pleased face to Momma.

    "Please, call me Faun." They shook hands. Mother continued. "I brought news. Principal Agincourt agreed to assign Billy to your math class."

    "Yay!" I shouted and jumped.

    Momma held back her smile. "You must remember, Billy. The authority I gave to Ms. Hennifer is still in effect. I trust you won't give her reason to apply it."

    I didn't know what to think. My new teacher could spank me how ever she saw fit? My glee splashed on the floor.

    "I promise, I'll use it responsibly, Faun." She looked at me. I remembered her promise. I had seen the reminder. I felt I could trust her. Could I trust myself?

    "Okay."

    Momma smiled then. "I'm sorry I can't stay to chat. We have to see a man about a watch."

    Mother and I caught a bus that ran past the school. It was early afternoon, and there were plenty of empty seats. "How are you feeling about the watch?"

    "I don't know. I should sell it, huh?" I wanted to keep the watch. The more I played with it, the more stuff I found I could do with it.

    "You should make up your mind." She let me toy with the powerful tool on my wrist.

    We had to change busses near Central Heights. "Mrs. Abbey says this is where rich people live."

    "Does she?" Momma pursed her lips. "Is this where you're going to find a wife?"

    "Cut it out, Momma." I pushed her thigh that rested warmly against mine.

    "You're old enough, if your father and I sign papers..." She teased again. I learned later, our state allows people my age to marry with the permission of all parents.

    I returned to playing with my watch. It had a compass feature. I imagined myself on safari, hunting poachers, with only my watch to guide me.

    Mother pressed the stop button. The bus slowed to a halt, and we stepped off into a neighborhood not much nicer than our new one. She looked at a paper map she had drawn. We walked two blocks, turning once. We stopped before a modest home with very little yard in front.

    "Here we are." Momma studied me. We stood on the sidewalk.

    "I'm okay." I took the first step. We reached the porch together. Mother let me ring the doorbell.

    A beautiful woman, wearing a simple house dress and open toed slippers opened the door. "Yes?"

    I recognized her from the picture. She was Mr. Colkick's wife. I blushed hard.

    "I'm Faun Androni and this is my son, Billy. He emailed about our visit today?"

    Hearing my name, Ms. Colkick's face erupted with joyous amazement. "Billy!" She stepped out and hugged me before anyone could stop her. "You wonderful boy!"

    I found myself wrapped in a python's grip, a hot blooded one.

    Mother cleared her throat. I trusted, if that didn't stop my assailant, she would use sterner means to protect me.

    The excited woman released me and patted her dress. "Yes, Ms. Androni, my husband is-"

    "Right here." The man entered the doorway, beaming at me. "Billy, it's good to see you again!" He held out his hand. I managed to shake it in my daze.

    "Hi, Mr. Colkick."

    "Please, come in!"

    "I'll fetch tea, and I have danish." Ms. Colkick went to the kitchen.

    There was a desk in what should have been a dining room. Three seats waited around a small table. Mr. Colkick sat in his desk chair and swiveled around to face us.

    "I can't thank you enough, Billy." He began.

    "Mr. Colkick, I don't mean to be rude, but Billy hasn't decided about the watch. He wanted to meet you again, before deciding."

    The man's delight intensified. He winked at me. "Do you let all of your women speak for you?" He aimed an elbow at me, whatever that meant.

    "Momma, it's us men talking now." I told her.

    Momma drew back, her face a blank. It was the first time I had ever surprised her.

    "Billy." Mr. Colkick cautioned. "Don't be rude to your mother. She's as much a part of this meeting as you and I and Angela."

    His wife set a platter with danish, cups on saucers, and a teapot, on the table. She sat between me and her husband.

    A meeting sounded very serious.

    "I think Mr. Colkick wants to talk about something other than the watch."

    "Bingo!" The man grinned. "And it's all because of you, Billy." He looked at Momma. "Please call me Harold. This is Angela, my beautiful partner in business and love."

    "Faun." She nodded. She prompted me. "Call them Mrs. and Mr. Colkick, Hon."

    "Who am I to overrule your mother?" He laughed.

    "What do you want to talk about?" I asked him. I took a danish and bit into it.

    "Business! An incredible business that I now have years of funding for."

    "How could Billy be important to your business?" Mother was on her guard.

    "Actually, Faun, you are who I need to discuss this with."

    "Momma?" I held my danish like a brick.

    "But let me back up. I'm getting ahead of myself. I still need to thank Billy properly."

    Ms. Colkick contributed. "Excuse my husband. When he gets too excited, I have to make the decisions." She smiled at me. "But he is right, if you hadn't bought his watch, poor Harold would have had to declare bankruptcy. Our dream would have died."

    "I take it, this relates to the business meeting he almost missed." Momma interjected.

    "Not only did the twenty dollars let Harold reach the meeting in time, but if he had been wearing that watch, we would be selling our house right now." Angela explained. "There was a special guest at the meeting. She is a very powerful woman who is on the board of a rival computer watch manufacturer. Wearing that one would have guaranteed being dismissed from the meeting before it began."

    "Thank you, my angel. Yes. When I saw Ms. Long I automatically clapped my hand over my bare wrist. Even its tan line might have ruined our chance." Harold returned to the conversation.

    "I'm very glad you were able to secure funding for your company!" Momma appreciated.

    I didn't really understand, but I was excited too. "Yay!"

    "You're so cute!" Ms. Colkick gripped my shoulder and shook me gently.

    "That's where you, and many more women looking for work, come into this conversation."

    "How many women?" I asked, privately worried that I might not be able to make babies in all of them.

    "Not too many, at first." He answered with a kind face.

    "Momma, are you going to work?" What would happen to me, if Momma left early and came home late every day, like Daddy?

    "Let's hear him out, Billy. I won't agree to anything, unless you agree."

    Oh. I quieted and listened. I did catch Ms. Colkick raise one eyebrow at Momma's declaration.

    Mr. Colkick began. "My company is named Meals on Heels. Aside from the silly pun, which tested favorable in market surveys, we do what it says. We hire women to cook for people, in their own homes. It's very professional, despite its slightly suggestive slant."

    "If Harold had his way, he would be selling orgies!" Ms. Colkick laughed. Her face darkened. "That's why I'm a partner, to keep my husband's fantasies in check. I have written extensive guidelines on proper behavior for our employees as well as our guarantee of full support for any decision you make regarding the behavior of our clients. Your word will always be taken with the utmost seriousness, I promise. You will always be believed over anything a client claims."

    It sounded as if they thought Momma was already an employee. I didn't feel so good.

    "We have deep pockets to ensure that every woman we hire will be worthy of our trust."

    "Harold has already vetted you, after your exchange on the train."

    Mother surprised me with a tinge of red on her cheeks. "I will always protect my son."

    "Yes. That's the strength we need in our chefs."

    Angela finished with a smile. "The only remaining question is, can you cook?"

    "Momma's the best cook!" I shouted.

    "I'll have to think about it, but I can't accept full time work."

    "You can work whichever hours you choose. You have full autonomy over accepting clients."

    "This is a gig economy business," Harold assured. "Only without economizing. We pay top wages for quality chefs, more than what fancy restaurants pay."

    "Because our intended clients can afford the markup we put on your salary."

    "That makes a certain sense."

    "We'll send emails with all the details. There's no hurry to accept-"

    "Before the end of next week." Angela pursed her lips.

    "I have a question for you." Mother silenced them with her tone. "I may need to take Billy with me. He has to be given the same guarantee you promise your chefs."

    They cried simultaneously, "Absolutely! We'll trust your judgement about his reliability."

    It was a happy moment. Momma wasn't going to leave me behind, if she accepted the job. I was sad, however. I unbuckled the watch from my wrist and offered it to Mr. Colkick. "Here. I know it means a lot you."

    He sobered. "It does, especially since you said that." A slow grin formed. He pulled back his sleeve and revealed a watch that looked just as fancy. "Between you and me, I like your brand better, but I made my new partners give this to me as a signing bonus. You should have seen how asking for it made Ms. Long smile."

    "Harold." Ms. Colkick coughed.

    "Oh, yes." He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "I promised I would buy it. Good businessmen keep their promises."

    "I'm not sure Billy would want to-" Momma engaged.

    "Don't misunderstand me, Faun. I'm going to pay him for the watch, but I'm not going to take it from him."

    "You don't have to give me any money, Mr. Colkick."

    "I'm not giving you anything. I'm buying that watch, but I want you to keep wearing it. On your wrist, it's been a good luck charm for Angela, Meals on Heels, and I. I'll pay extra for you to wear it, if you like."

    "Fifty dollars will be fine." Momma settled the matter.

    That's how I held my first fifty dollar bill.

    The adults made light conversation while I investigated my watch, free from worrying about wanting it too much.

    "Faun, may I borrow your son for a minute?" Ms. Colkick got up and lifted the tea tray.

    "Don't wear him out." Mother used that special tone that made me suspicious.

    Our hostess blushed a little. "Billy can you help me in the kitchen?"

    "Okay." I was kinda bored. I followed her through a swinging door.

    Her blush remained, after setting the tray beside the sink. "You wouldn't be a little boy if you haven't found the picture I sent to Harold before his trip."

    I didn't like being called a little boy, but I had enough confidence to be polite about it. I nodded. "Am I in trouble?"

    "No, Honey. If anyone's in trouble, I am. Is the picture on your watch?"

    "Uh-huh."

    "Have you sent it to anyone?"

    "No, Ma-am. If you're in trouble can I be the one to spank you? You're very pretty."

    Clearly surprised, she answered politely. "You're more grown up than I realized."

    "Yes, Ms. Colkick. I can even cum!" I whispered.

    If asking to spank her hadn't thrown her for a loop, revealing that I could cum did.

    "Uh. That's nice, I guess." Her blush deepened.

    "It feels really good."

    "I just want to talk about the picture."

    "Do you want me to delete it? I like looking at it."

    "Billy! I'm pleased you would offer to do that." She paused. "I did, but now I'm not sure."

    "If I deleted it would you send another one, that was just for me? It's not right to keep the picture you meant for Mr. Colkick."

    Again, the business woman had to think. This was not the conversation she expected. She responded out of poor assumptions about my intentions. "H-how much do you want me to show in a picture for you?"

    "All of you, of course." I wanted a picture of her, from her hair to her shoes. I failed to understand she meant how she should dress.

    "Would you show the picture to anyone else, like your mother?"

    "She doesn't have anything to do with it."

    "So you would keep it for yourself, not share it, not even for money?"

    "Selling gifts is wrong, Ms. Colkick."

    "Okay." She nodded timidly. "I can't send it right now, but I will. Can you trust me?"

    I answered by deleting the picture right in front of her. If the watch had had a camera, I could have taken it right then. I shrugged when she thanked me, and I trundled back into their office.

    "It's been an amazing day. I didn't expect to be interviewed." Mother stood when I entered. She smiled at me.

    "Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Colkick."

    "Thank you, Billy."

    The second bus arrived in our neighborhood just as the sun began to set. It was really crowded. Mom and I had to hug each other the whole way. Upon boarding I worried about my pee pee getting hard against her dress. Before exiting, I guessed I had spent so much cum in Mrs. Cherkle's little pussy, that morning, it didn't need to.

    I helped Momma make dinner. She gave me new tasks, that required patience, like removing the shells from hard boiled eggs.

    "Let the faucet's water help to separate the shell without cutting the egg." She instructed. "If I take Mr. Colkick's offer, you're going to help me make meals for rich people. I need to rely on you."

    I still wasn't sold on Momma taking the job, but being needed by her always felt good.

    Daddy came home in time for dinner. "It's the end of the week, and I want to spend as much of the weekend as I can with the most important people in my life."

    Mother explained the Colkicks' business and their offer. He munched thoughtfully. "Where do I sign up? I'll get surgery if I have to." He laughed. "It's your call, Faun." He meant he would be happy for her, whatever she decided. "Billy, you have to protect her, if anything goes wrong."

    I was extremely confident about that. "I will, Daddy. If you don't believe me, talk to Mr. Cherkle." I gave a curt nod.

    Momma and Daddy swapped puzzled expressions. They shrugged.

    Only two things of importance happened later. I couldn't not listen at their door, when I was suppose to be in bed. I think they knew I listened, but that didn't seem to trouble them.

    Daddy told her, "How can you not accept, Faun? Spending time with strangers, in their homes is one of your favorite fantasies."

    "That may be, Dearest, but reality is reality. No matter how earnest the Colkicks are about supporting their employees, there is a risk, and while I might accept it, I don't know if I should include Billy, but if I accept the job, I won't leave Billy behind."

    "You're right, as always, my love."

    I returned to my bed. My watch was plugged into the charger. I had turned off the ringer but I heard the vibrator buzz. I tapped it awake. An email from Ms. Colkick had arrived. I opened the app and read, "I trust you, Billy." In the email app, the attached photo was too small. I saved it to the photo app and reopened it.

    She stood in the entrance of the doorway of their bedroom, completely naked, arms and legs spread. The camera was low looking up at her. I guessed she had used a timer. I could see all of her brown pussy hair and the full size of her breasts. She smiled with beautiful confidence. Her golden eyes smoldered. There was something in her hand, a handle to something that stretched out behind the wall. I guessed it was a big spoon, maybe.

    I looked for other details. I had to scroll and zoom a lot. It was very high resolution. Behind her, to the right of her shapely hip, I saw something shiny that appeared to crawl up the corner of their bed. The metal chain poked over the top and was attached to a black, leather band. The band was fastened around the ankle of a large, naked leg and foot.

    I didn't puzzle over it for long. I ran to the kitchen and got out the fresh jar of coconut oil Mom had bought for me. I returned to my watch and jerked off to a very nice cum. Except I didn't cum. For the first time, that didn't worry me. I remembered Momma's words, "It doesn't matter if you ejaculate or don't. It will still feel good, and that is never a waste." In fact I was glad I hadn't spilled cum on the carpet or furniture.

    Father made good on his promise to spend the whole weekend with us. On Saturday we went to the zoo and then to a fancy restaurant at the top of a building on the biggest hill in Central Heights. We didn't eat there. It was too expensive, but we took the ten dollar tour.

    "There is it, our new home." Father gestured at the incredible views through glass walls, as the restaurant slowly rotated. The sun sank behind the horizon. The sky turned beautiful shades of light blue, pink, and orange before darkness engulfed the city and thousands of lights surrounded us. "It's beautiful." Momma hugged him, nestling her head in the crook of his arm.

    "Wow." I gasp.

    I heard them making babies that night. Daddy asked between their grunts and moans, "Should I take it off? If you accept that job, we will be able to afford another child."

    "Nnngg, Not yet, Sweetheart, I-it's not the best time to decide such a thing." I left the door before they made really silly sounds.

    I jerked off to Ms. Colkick's picture but still didn't cum. Again, I was grateful I didn't make a mess. My cum would have just gone to waste.

    On Sunday, we took a special bus to the river. It was wide and slow and beautiful. We picnicked in a park running along it, and we went hiking all day. Daddy got sunburned, but Momma didn't. She asked me to put her lotion on and told me to rub it everywhere I could reach. Daddy tried to ignore my hands when they slipped under Momma's shirt and hiking pants. But I saw his eyes dart at her. And he had a funny look, not angry, not sad, but intense.

    I listened at their bedroom door. "Don't make me use it tonight, I'm as hot as a furnace. If you're anywhere close to the right time of the month, we'll be new parents before the end of the year."

    "You know what happens when you get too excited, Glen." Mother's voice tinkled. "And that sunburn-" SLAP!

    "YAA - OOOHHH! Hhhhhh. Darn you, Faun!"

    "It's okay, Honey, I'll clean it up."

    I had to run away from Momma's slurping sounds. Daddy's voice faded behind me. "You just had to make Billy rub it on you, in front of me..." He sounded annoyed but not disappointed.

    I emailed Mrs. Abbey, asking if she would be in the neighborhood again.

    I didn't jack off that night. I wanted to be at my very best for Mrs. Hennifer should she surprise me. Already I was breaking my promise not to expect anything. I had trouble getting to sleep, pondering tomorrow's uncertainties. Daddy woke me at my regular time.

    "I'm going to walk you to school, with your mom, on your first day."

    Momma called from the kitchen. "Don't worry, Sweetie. Your father and I won't embarrass you. We'll catch the bus across the street." Eggs and sausages lent their smell to the apartment. I raced to the bathroom, showered and dressed. I had to leave my watch at home. School policy.

    Daddy had told his work, that he would arrive late, and he had left early on Friday night. "I'll have to get up early and return home long after sunset, again starting tomorrow." He sighed. We three walked the six blocks to my school. Mother was going to see Ms. and Mr. Colkick, to discuss Meals on Heels with them. That's why she would catch a bus.

    They kissed my cheek and hugged me when we could see the school yard. Children my age converged there from all direction. A line of big cars out front let off more students. I waved goodbye. Mother had printed out my schedule. I clung to it like a security blanket. My first class was History.

    An energetic young man, Mr. Glouvert, nearly sang to us about the sweep and scope of the world's nations and famous people and how history affects today's societies. He would emphasize American history, with enough world history to bring it fully to life. We wouldn't have won our revolution against the British, if it weren't for the French, I learned.

    Next class was Mr. Yong. He taught Science. He spoke slowly and precisely. He began by asking what we thought science was. Nobody raised their hands. He wrote something on a piece of paper, placed it face down on his lab table and lay a five dollar bill across it. "We're going to play 20 questions. Each of you will ask one question, but when you think you know the answer, anyone can raise their hand to guess. The first person who answers close to what I've written gets five dollars." Everyone jumped at the chance for five dollars!

    After half the room had narrowed it down to a practical concept, a girl, Kelly, asked, "Testing ideas and sharing tests?" She won. The answer he'd written was "A Conversation of Experimentation." He thanked us and told us, "Congratulations, everyone of you is a scientist, now! By asking questions and sharing the answers, you discovered something! Tomorrow, we'll play with fire." He dismissed us.

    I went to my locker, to get my math book. Something struck my shoulder. I looked around. Steve had whacked me on his way to his next class. He scowled at me and shook a fist. I stared back until he left. My shoulder hurt, and I favored it going into Ms. Hennifer's room.

    I sat in back, to keep from looking too eager to see her. She noticed me and gently smiled. She took roll and told a story about Albert Einstein. "Albert wasn't very good at Algebra, but his uncle told him to think of it as a fox hunt. Instead of a fox, we're going to hunt the letter x!" She spent half of the hour showing how x could be in any part of an equation. She used, 2+2=4, repeatedly replacing a number in the equation with x, and asking what x was. It was always the number replaced! I think I got it.

    Instead of going to the cafeteria for lunch, I went outside to one of several picnic tables and opened my sack lunch. Mother had made peanut butter and strawberry preserves on lightly toasted whole wheat. There was an apple and a slice of cheese. I munched hungrily, watching the other kids.

    "Hey, little man," An older boy sat next to me. It was Wendel, the tan boy who played basketball on Thursday. "Thinking deep thoughts?"

    "Is Steve your friend?" I asked.

    "Maybe. He bugging you?"

    "Maybe."

    "Let me tell you a secret about him. He's a momma's boy, acts tough but stand up to him and he'll back off."

    "He didn't when I fought him. It's not fair to pick on me because I'm smaller."

    "Yeah, the world ain't fair, dude. Your problem on Thursday wasn't Steve. It was Trish. He's sweet on her."

    "Huh."

    "You made him look bad. Anyway, I like you because you did your best, little man, but I can't be seen talking to a freshman. So hasta and all that. If anyone asks what I said to you, tell 'em I threatened to punch you if you bother us again."

    "Tell Steve I won't play fair either."

    "Whoa, giving me chills!" Wendel laughed and marched away.

    After lunch was my English class. I hurried to my locker, looking carefully at the crowd of kids. I double checked my schedule and nearly dropped my grammar book. The teacher was Shoona Laghari! She was one of the Spice Witch Five on the Darling Dimensions podcast!

    I took a seat in the middle of the class. So I could be as close as possible, no matter where she stood in the room. She said English was particularly well suited to express one's self. She described her background with florid details, but I don't remember much. She was a gorgeous woman of Pakistani descent. Both her parents were born in America though. I added the gorgeous bit.

    "English is also good for technical writing." She assigned us to describe how to draw a circle. She took our papers when the school harp sang. I shuffled up to her, while everyone else left the room. "Would you sign my paper when you grade it? My name is Billy Androni."

    She gave me a suspicious look. "Is this about Darling Dimensions?"

    I nodded, blushing.

    "Just between you and me, I don't like the name the writer gave me. Please don't call me Chutney."

    "No." I swore on my life.

    "Thank you, Billy. I hope your first day at school is wonderful."

    "Yes, Ma-am."

    I had to change into my P.E. clothes. Father had ordered the orange and grey pants and reversible shirt after talking with Principal Agincourt. The boys around me watched all the other boys, as they changed, careful to neither hide their pee pees and balls, or show them off. I didn't think about it that much. I just changed and was first to meet the teacher, Mrs. Lum. She was the oldest teacher I had ever had. I thought she was forty. She turned out to be sixty! "Name?"

    "Billy Androni."

    "Check." As boys and girls filed out of our respective shower rooms, she checked them off her list. She put us in a wide circle, and we played a strange game of running around the circle and learning each other's names. I was pretty good at the names, but only middle fast at running the circle. After that, Mrs. Lum produced a portable speaker and played some fun music. She taught the beginning of a very special dance called "Capoeira."

    I went into the showers and washed. The other boys acted as if it was a dare. Two of them were making fun of the boy who didn't want to shower. He was a big kid too, but he acted like a baby. I stepped out of the shower and told his harassers, Carlo and Phil, to worry about their own stink. I waved my hand at my nose.

    Phil got mad. "I'll take you apart, Billy Willy!" He snorted at my dangling pee pee.

    "Save that name for James. He's bigger than any of us." I had lied when I said I didn't look around when I changed my clothes. James had a big dick. I never saw it hard, but it was pretty amazing for our age.

    Phil and Carlo changed in another aisle.

    "Hey, Billy. Why did you tell them about me?" James asked. His face was deep red.

    "Because only kids who worry about their pee pees would make fun of another boy's."

    "Huh." He took off his clothes and went into the showers.

    My last class of the day was Art and Music. A quiet man with shining eyes didn't take roll. He didn't introduce himself. As students fill the chairs in his class, he played a lame tune on a flute, until the room was full.

    "That music is over five thousand years old. It was described on clay tablets that were deciphered in the last century. The only thing missing was the composer's name. It kinda sucked, didn't it?" The class laughed.

    "That's the weird thing about music. People of different cultures like different music." He played another tune. I had heard it lots of times, mostly on commercials. "But some music, no matter where in the world you play it, has instant appeal. I wish I could tell you why that is, but nobody knows. What I hope you'll learn in this class, is the different types of music you enjoy listening to and playing.

    My name is Darrin. Now get out your pencils and sketchbooks. I want you all to draw this hand crafted flute. He placed it vertical on a music stand. We drew until the school harp sang and handed in our sketches. I could hardly wait to go home and tell Momma about my day!

    My classes had one thing in common. Each entry on my schedule had a URL for the "k-12academy.edu" website. We were suppose to watch ten minute videos for homework and take notes. In class, we would be given worksheets to practice what we learned. The teachers' main role was to help individuals finish their worksheets. They rarely lectured for more than a quarter of their hour! I'd never had a class or teacher like them!

    I ran out the door of the music room. A strong hand grabbed my shoulder. "I've been waiting for you, Billy Willy." A coarse, low voice announced. It was Mrs. Lum! "Come with me." She let go after tugging me to follow. We wandered through the maze of kids, some staring at me. Was I in trouble?

    We reached her office. It was near the showers. I entered, worried about what had transpired in them. She shut the door and smiled. "I want to thank you for supporting James after class. It's rare for a boy to stand up for a stranger. You're response was exactly what he needed, Billy."

    How had she known? She wasn't allowed in the boys' showers. Had James talked with her? I felt more embarrassed about it. She noticed.

    "Don't do that, now." Mrs. Lum pouted. "You'll bring out the mom in me."

    "You have kids?"

    "All grown up and kicked out of the nest."

    "Are you going to make more?"

    Her eyebrows bounced. "Well aren't we forward."

    "I guess I shouldn't have asked."

    "Nope." She nodded, confusing me. Did she mean yes or no, and to what?

    "I'll be teaching Sex Education, as part of our class. Just the basics, but if you have questions, no matter how silly or scary, you can always come to me. I'll give you the best answer I can, without judgment. Any question you have won't bother me, and I won't bother you about it. Whatever you ask will remain private."

    "Why would a man jerk off after I made babies in his wife?"

    Mrs. Lum froze like a statue, her face slightly scrunched up.

    I waited. I probably could have left, but was she okay? I sat in the student's chair. The florescent lights hummed. I looked at my watch. There was an email. I didn't check it. I just waited.

    "Sorry, Billy." She shook her head. "Please forgive my reaction. I hope it didn't trouble you."

    "No trouble, Mrs. Lum. Can I go?"

    "Did you want me to answer your question?"

    "I thought you didn't want to."

    "I do. I just had to prevent myself from saying the wrong thing."

    "It's a hard question?"

    "It is, Billy." She answered. "But there's a worse problem. If you are currently, um, making babies with a woman, I am legally bound to report that woman to the police and probably her husband."

    "Please don't do that! I didn't want to tell. You said asking was a secret." I felt like crying.

    "I'm going to pretend you asked a different question. So I can keep this secret. Don't mention adults again, okay?"

    "Are we going to play a game?" I calmed a little.

    "Not quite. Let's pretend you asked this question instead. 'Why would a boy jerk off after you made babies in his girlfriend?' Okay?"

    "Ohhh." I got it. I nodded.

    "Good. My answer is going to assume you know more about sexual intercourse than most of my students. If I say anything you don't understand, please ask."

    "Okay."

    "First, you know that before sex, people get aroused, they get erections when they're thinking sexy thoughts."

    "Like hard pee pees and nipples?"

    "That's right. Now some people get aroused when certain rules about society are broken."

    She lost me, but I didn't want to sound stupid.

    "I think the boy in your question was aroused because society wants girlfriends to make babies with their boyfriends and nobody else, but you and his girlfriend broke that rule. I think he got aroused when you broke that rule and that's why he jerked off.

    "That's the simplest answer I can give. People are very complex, especially about sex. I'm sure there were many more factors involved in his situation. Please allow for lots of other possibilities, but I hope my simple answer helped."

    "Wow!" I whispered, mouth gaping. "Am I in trouble?"

    "For what?"

    "For breaking the society rule?"

    She grinned. "Not in my book."

    "Did you ever make babies with a man beside your husband?"

    "I'm sorry, Billy. I'm not going to answer questions about my sex life, for the same reason you worried about asking your question, but I'll answer anything else."

    "I'm sorry."

    "You have a good afternoon. Don't forget to watch all those videos."

    "If I had my super watch, I could be watching them right now." I got up and went to the door.

    Before I could say, goodbye, she told me with a sad voice, "My husband died a couple years ago, and I'm too old to have babies anymore."

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