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Archive name: nick.txt (Fdom/m, ped, inc)
Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Nick and Mommy

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Nick and Mommy
By Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)

***

Thanks to "Rick" for the conversation that inspired 
this fable and to "CW" for editing it. 

This is a "concept" story. It's obvious that a 
successful internet hypno-domme would want to rear her 
daughters to be dommes themselves. But what would she 
do with a son? (Fdom/m, ped inc)

***

Nick was a big boy, a dark haired, good-looking boy, if 
a little thin. He was tall with nice muscles that girls 
and a not a few women liked to glance at. But Nick was 
not a high school "stud." Nick lacked the self 
confidence, the aggressiveness, that hint of a sexual 
predator that could make a nubile cheerleader drop her 
pants or a married teacher flash him her bare pussy in 
an effort to get his hard teen cock into her. Nick was 
just too nice to awaken that kind of female lust.

No, Nick at almost 18 and a senior, was still a virgin. 
While his classmates had been screwing girls and some 
of their more adventurous teachers since Junior high, 
Nick did not even know that such things were done. 
Everyone else in school, for example, knew that the 
English teacher, Miss Prentice had to resign, not 
because of her father's heart attack, but rather 
because of the REASON for the heart attack: finding out 
that his 25 year old daughter with an MA in Modern 
Literature let herself get knocked up with the bastard 
of the seventeen-year old black linebacker for the 
Millwood High football team.

Nick was not so much dumb as just na‹ve. His teachers 
often said that Nick was distracted or dreamy. He had 
reason to be. In many ways Nick was a normal teenage 
boy with the normal conflicts between wanting to remain 
a protected child and the desire to be more 
independent. He could even be gloomy and sullen with 
his Dad, but never with his Mom. Mom, "Mommy" as she 
still liked him to call her, was his light. Her frown 
could make him cry; her smile could fill him with joy. 
And Nick loved doing things to make Mommy smile.

And Nick knew that, although Mommy let his little 
sisters boss him around, he was still special to her. 
Mommy showed him -- often. Every time Mommy was 
pregnant with his next little sister - six so far -- 
Mommy let Nick crawl up into bed with her, snuggle up 
against her round pregnant belly and suckle from her 
large, soft, milk-filled titties.

Little Nick had loved nursing from Mommy's breasts and 
was always rewarded with little spurts of sweet, rich 
milk. Mommy seemed to like it, too, because when he got 
going, she would moan for him to suck her, to "Suck me 
good, Baby; suck Mommy's titties." As he did, she put 
her hand between her legs before screaming in pleasure 
and clasping Nick's head hard to her breast. Then when 
Mommy's excitement had passed, she would draw him to 
her breast again and let him nurse again while she 
talked to him softly. 

Nursing at Mommy's wonderful breasts, drinking her milk 
and listening to her soft words always put Nick to 
sleep as if drugged. He never remember what she said, 
but when he woke up, he knew that he loved his Mommy 
more than ever and that he must always be a good boy 
and obey her and try to make her happy. Since Mommy was 
pregnant or nursing or both during most of his 
childhood, Nick had plenty of opportunities for Mommy 
to "help him be a good boy" by bringing him to her bed 
and letting him fall asleep nursing from her.

That had been until he was about 12. Since then, Mommy 
had not had another baby, but she had found another 
way, an even more wonderful way, to show Nick how much 
she loved him. He still remembered the first time. She 
had led him to her bed and let him start sucking her 
tits as usual. As he became drowsier and drowsier, she 
had told him that soon she would not be making any more 
milk for him, as it was almost time to wean little 
Jennifer. Nick was sad but continued to listen. Mommy 
said she still loved him and that she would keep 
"helping you be a good boy." As he sucked, he felt 
Mommy's hand go between his legs and take hold of his 
"thingy." 

Mommy told him to relax and let her make him feel good 
as she gently squeezed and stroked his "thingy." Soon 
he felt warm and then an intense pleasure flowed over 
him and he realized his "thingy" had spurted out lots 
of white stuff that made a mess in Mommy's hand. Nick 
was afraid Mommy would be mad, but she smiled at him 
and told him she was glad that he was now a big good 
boy. Then she began to stroke him again and told him 
that he was very sleepy. Although he tried to stay 
awake to enjoy what Mommy was doing to his "thingy," 
Mommy kept speaking softly and stroking him until the 
pleasure cam again and he knew nothing more.

Nick didn't say so, but he liked this way for Mommy to 
"help him be a good boy" even better than suckling her 
milk. And sometimes, when she said Nick had been a 
really good boy, Mommy, instead of taking his "thingy" 
in her hand, would take it in her mouth. That was even 
better; it felt wonderful and didn't make a mess, as 
Mommy swallowed all the white stuff than came out.

Recently, though things had changed. Mommy still came 
every night to make him sleep with her hand or her 
mouth, but she had started to bring him a large glass 
of warm, sweet milk for him to drink first. He wondered 
if it was supposed to remind him of the milk he used to 
drink from Mommy's big titties, but it tasted a little 
funny, too. And other things were getting weird. Nick's 
body began to change -- again. His shoulders became 
broader and stronger. His abs flattened and hardened. 
His butt grew firm and tight and his voice dropped from 
tenor to baritone. Girls at school, even his oldest 
little sister Samantha, looked at him strangely and 
giggled behind his back.

All that was embarrassing enough, but even worse was a 
new tension, an antsy-ness. Nick used to feel that way 
only at night before Mommy came to put him to sleep. 
Now that was not enough. Notwithstanding her warnings 
not to "play with himself," he just HAD to. He was 
amazed at how much his "thingy" had grown, how hard it 
got when he stroked it, and how much white stuff shot 
all over the shower that first time he experimented. 
Once he had discovered that his hand with some soap or 
lotion felt almost a good as Mommy's hand (thought 
never as good as Mommy mouth), Nick could not stop. Now 
he realized why his pretty Mommy looked so satisfied 
and Daddy looked so dazed in the morning and the sight 
sent him racing to the shower for relief. Seeing his 
teachers in their short tight skirts got him so worked 
up he had to go the restroom several times a day to 
fill wads of toilet paper.

Overcome with shame at what he was doing, one night 
when Mommy came to his bed, Nick confessed everything. 
Rather than being mad, Mommy just kissed him and said 
she knew what he was doing. "That means its working," 
she smiled. Nick asked and Mommy explained that she was 
giving him some "special vitamins and things" to help 
him grow up faster because soon it would be time for 
him to leave home. Nick was sad and said he knew; he'd 
be going away to college next year.

Mommy looked at him gently and said, no, she did not 
think he should go to college. At college there were 
too many bad women who could take advantage of a nice 
boy like Nick who had no Mommy or sweetheart to protect 
him. Nick wanted to protest, but Mommy was fondling his 
"thingy" so nicely that all he could do was close his 
eyes and listen. As she talked and rubbed his "thingy," 
it began to make more sense. Mommy said he did not 
really need to go to college to learn how to make some 
lucky girl a good husband one day. He could keep her 
happy by cooking, washing, cleaning her house and, 
Mommy grinned, "making and taking care of lots of 
grandbabies."

Nick was confused and pointed out that Daddy had gone 
to college and even used to have a business. Mommy 
said, yes, but that was before she had found Daddy and 
helped him see his place was in the home taking care of 
Nick and all his little sisters, while she took over 
Daddy's firm. "Being a good daddy is all he wants to 
do," she said adding with a grim, "that and make me 
happy."

Then Mommy said something even more surprising: that 
before Nick left home, there was one more thing he 
needed to learn about how to make a woman happy. "You 
know how much Mommy likes it when you suck her 
titties?" Nick nodded, happily. "Well, Mommy's going to 
show you how to suck something women enjoy even more."

Nick was still confused, but Mommy just opened her 
nightgown and drew Nick to her breasts. Nick complied 
by starting to lick and suck Mommy's titties the way he 
knew she liked. As always, Mommy started to whimper 
with pleasure, as his tongue played with her hardening 
nipples, but after a few minutes, instead of running 
her own hand between her legs, she began to push Nick's 
head downward. "That's it Baby. Kiss me there! Keep 
kissing Mommy's tummy," she gasped as Nick's soft, 
flicking tongue found her navel. Mommy's soft tummy did 
not get hard like Mommy's titties did when Nick kissed 
them, but Mommy kept moaning and pushing his head down, 
so she must like what he was doing. Nick was happy.

But something must be wrong. Although Mommy was letting 
out little chirps of happiness, Nick was getting close 
to the black furry place between Mommy's legs. Its 
aroma was ... like Mommy's fingers when she pulled them 
out from down there when he sucked her titties. Surely 
Mommy did not want him to kiss her THERE! "Oh, yes, 
Baby. You kiss Mommy so good! Mommy wants your tongue 
there, in her pussy!" Nick didn't have much time to 
think how funny it was that Mommy called the furry 
patch between her legs her "pussy." She wanted his 
mouth there and Nick was a good, obedient boy.

The hair tickled Nick's nose, but he wanted to do 
whatever Mommy said to make her happy; so he began to 
probe the underbrush with his tongue. As soon as he 
touched something warm and wet, Mommy squealed and 
thrashed with pleasure and Nick's mouth was full of 
salty wetness. Nick could tell he had just made Mommy 
very happy and he continued licking and sucking in 
earnest.

When Mommy's breathing had returned to normal she told 
Nick he was a good boy, a very good boy and that he was 
eating Mommy's pussy very well. Then she started 
talking to Nick in her "special way." Nick recognized 
it as the voice she used when she wanted him to do 
something special for her, a voice he always obeyed. 
"That's it, Nicky. Keep eating Mommy's pussy like a 
good boy. Let my pleasure guide you, sweetheart. You 
love to lick and eat pussy. You love the smell of a 
warm wet pussy. You love to pleasure pussies with your 
mouth. Pussy juice is yummy and you like to suck and 
lick it. This is what you love to do, worship and serve 
a woman's pus .... Agggg!"

Mommy's instructions were interrupted by another spasm 
of happiness and another mouthful of her yummy woman 
juice. Nick loved making Mommy happy this way, loved 
"eating" her "pussy" as she called it. Mommy began to 
convulse with pleasure again and Nick continued to use 
his mouth and tongue to make Mommy happy again. She had 
not told him to stop.

Mommy dimly realized her dilemma. Nick's precocious 
mouth was bringing her to one crashing orgasm after 
another and her gasps and moans only encouraged him to 
continue. He was tongue-fucking her out of her mind and 
all she could do was blubber incoherently, "Yes! God! 
Nooo! Arrrrggg!"

To better understand what is going on in Mommy's 
increasingly sex-addled mind, we have to look inside. 
There we might metaphorically see two women who both 
look like Mommy. One is dressed normally -- for a sexy 
forty-plus business woman: power suit cut high on her 
thigh, transparent stockings with four-inch heels, 
short jacket with a deep "v" to show off her 
spectacular cleavage. The other woman, wearing only a 
bustier, red panties, dark fishnet stockings held up by 
garters and red strap-on high heel sandals, was 
smirking.

"My God! What he's doing to my pussy. Its so ... Aggg! 
Another one. Shit! I can't think," said the first 
woman.

"Great, isn't he?' Imp-Mommy said as her distraught 
companion shook with the climax. "Who wants to think, 
when we've got a hunky boy with his tongue in your 
twat, you biddy?

"But I'm so turned on. I ... I want...

"To fuck him?"

"God, yes! But I can't. He's my son ... It's ... so 
..." Ego-Mommy groped for a word.

"If you are waiting for HER to tell you that it's 
'wrong,' don't hold your breath," Imp-Mommy smirked.

"Her?"

"Yeah. Our Conscience. Over there." Ego-Mommy looked 
over to see another replica of herself in a long white 
dress with high collar, a picture of innocence, as she 
lay unconscious with a silly little grin on her face. 
"She passed out after the first orgasm, the 
hypocritical little slut."

"What can I do?" wailed Ego Mommy.

"Do what you WANT to do, Sweetie! Having this gorgeous 
boy eat your pussy makes you as horny as a herd of 
reindeer. You want a big, thick, all-male cock plugged 
into that hungry pussy of yours."

Ego Mommy shuddered.

"Do it!" Imp hissed as she sidled up to Ego Mommy and 
ran a finger into her cunt. "God, you're wet! I'm 
surprised the poor boy doesn't drown in there. Don't 
you WANT your son's big hard prick in you? Don't you 
NEED to fuck your big-dicked little boy?" Imp's fingers 
coincided with an especially nice lick from Nick and an 
umpteenth orgasm crashed over the helpless woman.

"Yes, Yes, Nick baby! Mommy wants you; Mommy needs her 
baby boy!"

Nick supposed Mommy wanted him in her mouth and 
dutifully withdrew from her steaming cunt. He was 
totally unprepared for the fury of Mommy's assault as 
she pushed him back on the bed and ripped off his 
pajamas. "Oh, baby! You're so big! I've got to have 
it!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her son's prick into 
full erection.

"THAT's why you want it so bad," explained Imp.

"Uh, Uhh, Uhhhh," Mommy grunted as she cautiously 
lowered her cunt over her boys large, up-thrust cock.

"Chicken!" taunted Imp, and goosed her distracted 
companion.

"Arrrrghh!" yelped Mommy as her full weight suddenly 
fell on Nick, driving his cock into her depths. With 
eyes closed, Mommy luxuriated in the overstuffed 
fullness of Nick's oh-so-satisfying cock up in her.

"No rest for the wicked," hissed Imp. "Fuck him, you 
horny bitch!"

Mommy's eyes were closed, savoring the delicious 
friction of Nick's cock in and out of her pussy as she 
rode him faster and faster.

"That's the way; long and hard, fuck the shit out of 
him!" Imp encouraged. "That's what you've been needing, 
you skanky slut, your teenage son's prick in your horny 
twat, fucking your brains out, making you come, filling 
your womb with his potent young jizz!"

"His what?" Ego Mommy was jarred from her pre-orgasmic 
bliss. Her eyes flew open. "His semen! Oh my God! I'm 
not on birth control! And ... and this is the middle of 
my period. Oh, shit! I could get ..."

"Of course you can," gloated Imp. "My job is get you 
pregnant. You are far too sexy to stop making babies so 
young."

"But my figure! My career!" Ego Mommy whined.

"Horse feathers!" scoffed Imp. "What can be sexier than 
a middle age woman with a nice "oops!" belly peaking 
from under a maternity dress? And those idiot men you 
hypnotize on the Internet will go ape to be enslaved by 
a knocked-up Domme. You're about to get a baby in your 
belly and there's nothing you can do about it," the 
tarty Imp Mommy gloated.

"No! Noo! I'll make him stop!"

"I'd like to see you try," taunted Imp, noting that 
Mommy had continued to fuck Nick without respite.

"Nick, Baby! No! Honey! We've got to stop!"

This unexpected outburst was puzzling to the boy, who 
after all was doing nothing but lying on his back 
enjoying the way his sexy Mommy rode his prick like 
there was no tomorrow."

"Stop, Mommy?"

"Yes, stop!" Mommy declared without, however, 
diminishing in the least her frenetic bouncing up and 
down on Nick's cock.

"You don't like it Mommy?" Nick was concerned that he 
was doing enough to make Mommy happy.

"OH, yes, Baby, I love it!"

"So why do you want to stop?"

"But I DON'T want to stop, baby. Any Mommy would kill 
for a boy cock like yours to fuck! But you can't come 
in me!"

"What's, 'come,' Mommy?" Nick asked anxiously, not 
wanting to do anything that Mommy didn't want.

"'Come' is when you shoot your white stuff into Mommy. 
The stuff that can give Mommy a baby!" she whined.

"You don't want a baby, Mommy? You don't want to fuck 
me?"

"Yes I want to fuck you, but I ...I ..."

"Stop pretending, you hypocritical slut!" whispered 
Imp. "You KNOW you want his boy come in your hot little 
box. You KNOW you want him to knock you up. You KNOW 
you want to waddle around with a big belly with 
everyone seeing you're pregnant with your own son's 
incestuous baby!"

"But she can't! It's wrong. It would be incest. It's 
against all the laws of God and nature!" Conscience had 
revived.

"Stay out of this, you prude!" snapped Imp Mommy. "I'm 
getting her pregnant and there is nothing you are going 
to do to interfere! You made her stop just minutes 
before I had her pregnant with that black stud's 
bastard last month. You won't foil me again, bitch! 
THIS should shut you up!" Mommy's hand went to her clit 
just as Nick thrust back at his manic Mommy's lunge. 
Another orgasm crashed over Mommy and Conscience 
wavered and fell back in a heap.

"Now, tell him what you want, slut," Imp goaded.

"Oh, Yes, Nick, Baby! I want to fuck you. I want you to 
come in me. Fill me with your boy spunk and make me 
pregnant, Baby! Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck me a 
babeeeeeeee!"

As if to remove any doubt about her sincerity, Mommy's 
cunt muscles clamped down on Nick's cock and he 
exploded into her. Gallons of Nick' hot scum shot into 
his Mommy's fertile pussy. Transported to another realm 
of post orgasmic bliss, Mommy collapsed onto Nick's 
chest. He had make Mommy happy, Nick thought, as he 
drifted off to sleep.

*****

After that first night with Mommy, Nick's training in 
how to please women preceded apace, if in a somewhat 
different tack than Mommy first planned. It was so 
intense, requiring Mommy's full attention all night 
every night, that for the first time since they 
married, Daddy had to be put to sleep with a quick hand 
job instead of with his spent prick dozing happily in 
his wife's warm pussy. But at least he had some 
wonderful wet dreams and still got to eat Mommy juicy 
pussy every morning, not knowing what the strange new 
taste was.

Because of Nick's instinctive cunni-linguistic talents, 
Mommy had little to teach him about rug munching except 
to curb his enthusiasm to move in on the clit too 
quickly. Once Nick learned that teasing Mommy's pussy 
lips with long languid licks combined with furtive 
tongue-flicks on the clit made the periodic climax that 
much more shattering, he could keep Mommy in ecstasy 
for hours.

Nick did, however, learn many other things from Mommy. 
She taught him that "fucking" did not mean just having 
Mommy riding fast and furiously and down on top of him, 
although that remained his favorite. Indeed, Mommy 
showed Nick many ways to make her happy, especially one 
she called "doggie style," in which Mommy put her head 
down on a pillow, her ass up in the air so Nick could 
play with her tits while he pounded her pussy from 
behind. After a few weeks, Mommy brought out a dog-
eared book with lots of new positions to try, many of 
which she said Daddy had never been able to master.

Oddly, or perhaps not, Mommy never said anything to 
Nick about using a condom (not that Nick knew what they 
were, anyway). Was that just forgetfulness on Mommy's 
part, abetted by Imp Mommy, perhaps? Or had Mommy 
gotten turned on by the thought of letting "little 
Nicky" make her pregnant with his incestuous baby. Or 
perhaps Mommy just wanted Nicky to grow up as an old 
fashioned guy who understood that decisions about when, 
if, how often, and how many babies were to be made was 
a woman's prerogative. Whatever the explanation, in the 
next two weeks Nick put enough hot thick boy spunk into 
Mommy's unprotected pussy to make babies in every horny 
mother in the state.

Soon enough Mommy called the family together for the 
inevitable announcement. Everyone was happy that Mommy 
was pregnant again, but Nick's sisters were less so. 
With the exception of little Jennifer, they had all 
experienced having a baby sister and one more among six 
girls was no big deal.

Daddy was happier than the girls. Although he knew he 
would have to do all the changing and burping and 
diaper washing, he knew, too, how horny Mommy got while 
she had a baby in her and he was looking forward to 
many happy nights making his sexy wife come again and 
again on his spewing cock AND without the damned 
condoms' she'd been making him use the last few years. 
Although he would have preferred that this were HIS 
baby making his sexy wife's tummy bulge, this would be 
like a first grandchild for him. He had no complaints.

Mommy, of course was over the moon! She was already 
thinking about the indecently short, indecently 
revealing maternity dresses she would wear to show the 
world that she was still a young, fatally fertile, 
perilously pregnable, 100% female who could still make 
babies at the drop of a hat. Her friends would turn 
seven shades of green and some would make their 
husbands give them new babies, too, she guessed.

But no one was happier than Nick. Mommy, his beautiful, 
sexy Mommy, had used him, his "thingy" and his white 
stuff, to make a baby in her. Soon her tummy would 
develop that wonderful round bulge he had always loved 
and her titties would swell even larger, because HIS 
baby was growing inside her. He was already looking 
forward to going to the mall with his pretty pregnant 
Mommy, his hand resting lightly on her marvelous rump, 
as she strutted and showed off her sexy curves to 
everyone. He could already feel the burning jealousy, 
the cold hatred for him in the eyes of the men who 
would realized that he, Nick, had made this gorgeous 
woman waddle like a duck.

Delightful as it was, Mommy's still invisible pregnancy 
did not deflect her from her plans for Nick. Indeed, 
she needed to accelerate them. She knew her friend 
Carol Brown was looking for a boy for Amy, her 
fourteen-year old. Carol would flip when she saw the 
new Nick. She made a call.

*****
"I can't believe what I heard you talking to Carol 
Brown about," her husband said.

"Yes, and she's interested. Isn't it wonderful, Tom? 
Amy will be perfect for our Nick, don't you think?

"What do you mean, perfect? This will ruin his life. 
What about his independence, letting him grow up before 
tying him down?

"This isn't for life. Amy's not going to marry him; 
she's just a school girl," his wife explained. "Carol 
just wants Amy to have a boy for a few years until 
she's old enough to take a man on her own. When she 
goes off to college, she'll pass him onto someone else 
nice. Besides, I'll bet Nick will like the way little 
Amy will keep him 'tied down.' If they get enough sex, 
men don't miss their independence, do they Sweetheart?" 
Barbara winked.

"But this means he won't be able to go to college!"

"Oh, darling, I can't believe how old fashioned you 
are," Barbara laughed. "Boys don't need to go to 
college nowadays. Women are quite capable of making 
enough money to keep a man at home taking care of the 
important things - like I do you.

"Yes but that's because you keep having ."

"So many babies, you don't have time to leave the 
house?" Barbara chuckled. "But you're the one who kept 
making me pregnant!"

"Well, you DID keep having accidents ."

"For men, making babies is an accident, but for a 
woman, there is nothing accidental about going without 
protection and spending lots of time on my back making 
sure you emptied your balls into my pussy on the right 
"wrong" days. And don't tell me you didn't like seeing 
me pregnant, my big belly sticking out? My titties 
bloated with milk? Constantly horny for your cock in 
me?"

"Well, sure."

"And you remember every time, I told you when I was 
fertile and that if we made love at that time I could 
get pregnant again."

"But that was when you always wanted to do it the most. 
You ran around the house in skimpy clothes and showed 
me your tits and got me so horny I couldn't keep away 
from you."

"But of course, honey. Knowing I was fertile and that 
just a few good shots of your delicious fuck juice in 
my pussy would make me swell up with another baby, made 
me horny as hell. I wanted you so bad; I just had to 
fuck you! But when I felt you starting to come I always 
warned you to pull out if you didn't want to knock me 
up with another baby, but you never did."

"How could I? You were always on top of me and fucking 
me so good, I couldn't!"

"So you see; I was only doing what you wanted. I 
planned every one of my pregnancies, except Nick. It 
took me just a little longer that first time to get you 
to fuck me than I thought; that's why he was a boy."

"But Nick IS a boy and I think ."

"That's just your problem, Sweetheart," Barbara cooed. 
"You're thinking too much. When a man starts thinking, 
it's a sure sign his woman hasn't been giving him 
enough sex. Is my Snookums horny? Does he need a nice 
long roll in the hay?"

"Barbara, this is serious! We need to talk."

"You don't want to talk right now, do you Sweetie?" 
Barbara smiled, slinking toward him and opening her 
blouse to expose her bra-less tits.

"Barbara!" Tom almost pleaded but without being able to 
take his eyes off her bouncers.

"I think my Tommy needs to stop worrying and have a 
nice long fuck," Barbara cooed, pressing herself 
against him and pulling him into her arms. "Ooooh! 
What's this I feel pressing into Barbie's honey pot? Is 
talking about making babies getting you horny, 
Sweetheart? You haven't had this big old thing in me 
since last night. <giggle> I think you need your sexy 
wife to take you to bed and let you drain all of your 
come and frustration into my nice warm pussy," she 
continued, massaging his cock. "So hard . so horny for 
me . I'm going to put you to bed so you can relax and 
let me make love to you. You'll forget about our Nick 
and everything else except putting your big hard dick 
into my soft wet pussy. Relax, Sweetheart, just relax. 
I'll take good care of you ." Helplessly aroused, Tom 
let his wife take him by the hand and lead him to their 
bedroom.

*****

So it was that on Saturday afternoon, Carol and Mommy 
were sitting in Carol's living room making small talk 
as the two teenagers eyed each other silently. Nick was 
intensely embarrassed. How could Mommy give be sending 
him to live in the house of this GIRL? Amy was pretty 
enough, but her hips had hardly begun to flare and 
compared to Mommy's or even Mrs. Brown's, Amy's lemon-
tits were highly inadequate. Nor did he like the cool 
superior appraisal she was giving him. Her eyes kept 
returning to his crotch and she was leering.

"Shall we cut to the chase, Barbara?" You suggested 
this meeting" Carol Brown said at last.

"Yes, I did, Carol. I heard that you are interested in 
a boy for Amy. I thought I might help. What exactly are 
you looking for?"

"Oh, the usual," Carol replied. "I'd like Amy to have a 
buddy, an older brother/protector at school. She needs 
someone she can start learning how to boss around, 
someone to carry her books, fetch things for her, 
follow her around like a puppy dog. It'll be good for 
her self esteem. With time he could help her bathe and 
dress, lay out sexy outfits for her - you know, the 
boy-in-waiting role." Barbara was nodding agreement. 
"And, frankly, although my Dan is a dear, I took him 
too late to train him to iron worth a damn. I'd expect 
Amy's boy to be a bit of au pair for us. Of course, 
she'd use him to practice sex with when she didn't have 
anyone better."

"Well, I think she'll be very happy with Nick."

"Do you really think they are a match, Barbara" Carol 
replied cattily. "MY Amy has tested out of college 
Calculus, Russian, and Biochemistry. Let's face it; 
Nick is not the brightest light on the Christmas tree."

"Nick knows everything he needs to know, Carol," 
Barbara replied coolly. "And besides, he has certain 
... er ... compensating endowments."

Carol raised an eyebrow. Any grinned. Nick wanted to 
crawl in a hole and die.

"'Compensating endowments?'" Carol asked with 
undisguised interest.

"Definitely. Nick sweetheart, would you go show Mrs. 
Brown your 'thingy?'"

"Mommy?" whined Nick.

"Yes!" exclaimed Amy, clenching her fist in enthusiasm.

"Come here, Nick, Honey," Carol addressed the boy, 
holding out her hand. "Let's see what you've got."

Nick just stared at the beautiful older woman. He was a 
little afraid of the smile on her face.

"Mrs. Brown just asked you to do something, 
Sweetheart," Mommy said. "You know you are always 
supposed to follow a woman's orders. Now be a good 
boy." Mommy was pushing him toward Amy's mother.

"I see what you mean, Barbara," Carol remarked, eying 
the bulge in Nick's pants. "And he's adorably shy," she 
added.

"Nick, Sweetie, would you drop your pants for me?"

Nick looked back at Mommy who was nodding to him. 
Reluctantly, he complied.

"The shorts, too, Nicky," Carol instructed. "We want to 
see what you have in there for us." Any leaned forward 
with interest.

Slowly Nick pealed down his under shorts.

"My God in Heaven!" exclaimed Carol. "He's enormous!"

"I knew you'd like him," Barbara grinned.

"So long . so thick ..." Carol muttered to no one in 
particular.

"You haven't even seen it erect," Barbara smirked. "Go 
ahead, feel him up. Get him hard. You won't be 
disappointed."

Carol did not seem to hear as she stared, transfixed by 
the delectable slab of boy-meat dangling before her.

"OK, you do it, Nicky. Play with your 'thingy' and make 
it nice and big for Mrs. Brown."

Almost paralyzed by shame, but unable to disobey his 
Mommy, Nick began stroking and fondling his cock, which 
quickly sprang to life, pointing itself threateningly 
at Mrs. Brown.

Carol was silent as she stared in awe at Nick's cock. 
"It's ... it's ..."

"'Magnificent,' isn't it?" Barbara said, completing the 
thought of her enthralled friend.

"Mom," protested Amy. "It's ... like ... too BIG! It 
won't -- you know -- fit."

"Not fit?" Carol seemed to snap out of her trance. 
"Like Hell it won't fit! HOW it's gonna fit!" she 
exclaimed, returning her gaze to Nick cock whose eye 
regarded her.

"And he's very talented," Carol added with a wink.

"Tal ... talented?" Barbara asked, still staring at 
Nick's rigid member.

"With his tongue," Barbara explained. Hike your dress 
and let him show you."

Almost robotically, Carol pulled her skirt up above her 
waist.

"The panties, Carol," Barbara continued as if to a dull 
schoolgirl.

Unable to remove her gaze from Nick's prick, Carol 
hooked her thumbs and drew the panties down to her 
ankles.

"Show Mrs. Brown how you can make a woman happy, Nick 
darling" Mommy ordered.

Obediently, Nick dropped to his knees, pushed open Mrs. 
Brown's thighs, and began to rub and massage her inner 
thighs up and down her outer lips. Barbara watched 
Carol sigh and relax visibly. From Carol's expression, 
Barbara guessed that Nick was licking his way down 
those same paths on her inner thighs, giving her little 
mini nibbles along the way. Even from her chair Barbara 
noted the aroma of Carol's aroused pussy; Nick would be 
in heaven from the smell. As he licked up and down the 
older woman's inner thighs, Mommy saw him slide his two 
middle fingers into her vagina, s l o w l y but firmly. 
Carol wiggled deliciously when Nick "munched" on her 
mons, chewing it very softly. Barbara pressed her 
thighs together remembering Nick's mouth on her own fur 
patch.

Carol was in another universe of pleasure as Nick drew 
his tongue from her pussy up to the clit area, twirling 
his tongue while gently holding her outer lips apart. 
Carol began to moan and writhe but Barbara was proud to 
see that Nick kept going, putting his fingers near the 
clit's hood. From first-pussy experience, Barbara knew 
what was coming next. A helpless sigh told her Nick was 
licking her friend's clit in small circles, gently 
sucking on it and running his tongue around it as he 
sucked. Then he was sliding his middle finger back into 
her vagina, instinctively aiming for the woman's G spot 
without stopping the tongue movements on her clit that 
were driving her crazy.

Just as the beautiful older woman was about to explode, 
Nick backed off from her clit to return his attention 
to her inner and outer lips, licking them, nibbling 
very softly on each of them. Barbara could hear the 
squishy sounds of the woman's flowing sex. Then a 
muffled squeal told Barbara that Nick was back at 
Carol's clit, this time with downward movements, 
sucking and burying his tongue as far as he could into 
the pleasure pot of the delirious woman. Twirling and 
screwing her with it, at the same time Nick reached up 
and tenderly played with her rock-hard nipples, causing 
her to moan with mindless pleasure.

Taking each of her hands Nick intertwined his fingers 
with hers and brought them to each of her trembling 
tits, pleasuring her as he kept his mouth glued to her 
clit area. Consumed by pleasure Carol tried to hump 
Nick's mouth, her orgasm moments away. Making her hold 
her own tits, Nick returned his fingers to her soupy 
hole and frigged her rapidly, his mouth still 
worshiping at her temple.

Barbara saw it happen. Instinctively, Carol's legs 
closed hard around Nick head, locking him tight to her 
sex. Her friend screamed like a banshee when her orgasm 
hit and Nick gladly drank from her fountain, riding out 
the come with her, not moving his mouth from her, 
tonguing her quickly and again playing with her tits.

"Ui! Ui! Ui!" Little squeaks were coming out of Carol 
as Nick continued tonguing her. "Ohmygod," she gasped, 
"
He's . He's ."

"Good, isn't he?" Barbara asked?

Oh,. oh shit! I've been working on Dan for years and he 
still doesn't eat pussy like this! Uoooo! I'm gonna . 
againnnnnn!"

Barbara waited several minutes for her friend's second 
orgasm to subside. "If his tongue is that good, imagine 
how his cock would be," she suggested.

"His . cock?" Barbara clearly was not able to process 
much with Nick's busy mouth working the horny woman's 
pussy towards yet another climax.

"Of course, his cock! Don't you want to feel it in you? 
Don't you want him to fuck you?"

"Fuck . me .?" Barbara muttered, still in a daze.

"You heard her, Nick," Mommy said. "Mrs. Brown said to 
fuck her."

Since Nick was, as has been pointed out many times, a 
"good boy," he obediently withdrew his mouth from Mrs. 
Brown's pussy. "How would you like to be fucked, Mrs. 
Brown?" Nick asked politely. "Seventeen? Twenty Nine? 
Eleven? Thirty Four?" he inquired, mentioning some of 
Mommy's favorites.

"She doesn't know the book that well, Sweetie," Mommy 
explained. "Just give her a god hard seventeen."

Obediently, Nick lifted the incoherent woman's legs to 
his shoulders and inserted his prick in her dripping 
pussy.

"Mom! You're letting him ." exclaimed Amy.

"Uh Aiuuui" Barbara gasped as Nick's prick drove deep 
into the horny woman.

Barbara watched proudly as her son pounded away, giving 
the older woman the fucking of her life. "That's it, 
Nick, fuck her! Fuck her good, Baby!"

"OK, Mommy, but . but when I shoot?" Nick gasped, "Does 
Mrs. Brown want a baby?"

"Better ask her," Barbara smiled.

"A baby?" Carol cried the almost incoherent housewife. 
"Ohmygod! No! I'm fertile and he's not wearing a 
condom!"

"Sorry, Carol. The only kind of birth control Nick 
knows about is abstinence. Do you want him to stop 
fucking you?"

"Stop? Fucking me? No, Fuck, no! He's wonderful in me. 
He's making me co ..Aggggggg. But he'll .. Have to pull 
out . before it's too . too . late."

"You'll have to unlock your legs from his neck first, 
Carol." Barbara pointed out, dryly.

"Oh Mrs. Brown, here it comes. Do you want a 
babyyyyyyy?" Nick roared.

"Baby? Oh, hell! Yes, Baby! Come in me, you big fucker. 
Give me a baby; knock me up with your baby juice. Just 
fuck meeeeeeeieieie!" The lusty mother's and the horny 
teen's voices rose together in orgasmic bliss. "A baby 
. a baby ." the woman whimpered as she slipped into 
unconsciousness.

"Keep your 'thingy' in Mrs. Brown so none of the white 
stuff will leak out," Mommy instructed. "Let's make 
sure she gets what she wants."

"OK, Mommy." Nick smiled as he felt Mrs. Brown's cunt 
muscles squeezing all the baby-making sperm possible 
from his half wilted thingy. He had made Mommy's friend 
happy, he thought as he held her later, his prick still 
plugged deep in the contented woman.

*****

Naturally, Carol accepted Barbara's offer of Nick, 
though not before being introduced to Twenty Three, 
Forty One, and the infamous Sixty Six that very 
afternoon. So it wasn't until near evening that Mommy 
talked to Nick in that special way that made him feel 
warm and weak and sleepy. Together Mommy and Carol got 
drowsy boy into Carol's bed. Carol played with his cock 
until it was hard again and lowered her self onto it 
with a satisfying squish. As Mrs. Brown slowly moved up 
and down on Nick's thingy, Mommy told him that Mrs. 
Brown was going to be like a new Mommy to him, that he 
would love her and obey her just as he had Mommy. And 
he would always want to make Mrs. Brown happy by doing 
anything she told him to do.

Nick didn't want a new Mommy, but he did like what Mrs. 
Brown's "pussy" was doing to his "thingy" and knew that 
he would enjoy making her happy the way he did Mommy. 
Then as she slowly rode up and down on him, Mrs. Brown 
began to talk to him in the same special way that Mommy 
did, telling him he was going to be her new "big boy" 
and that she would make sure he enjoyed living in his 
new family. Then she said she knew he had worked hard 
making her happy that afternoon and that he must be 
very tired and sleepy. He could hardly keep his eyes 
open, poor baby and she would help him go to sleep. He 
must give her his come and sleep . come and sleep . 
come. Nick exploded inside her and blissful darkness 
fell over him.

To Amy's annoyance her mother decided that she should 
keep Nick with her that night to "reinforce his 
obedience." It took quite a bit of reinforcement, from 
the sound of her Mom's delighted nocturnal cries. The 
frustrated teen girl had to use her own damned vibrator 
to get to sleep. And the next morning Carol's bedroom 
door remained firmly closed as Amy listened to Nick's 
obedience was noisily reinforced again and again. Only 
around noon did one harried teenage boy and one 
thoroughly satisfied middle age woman emerge.

Thus it was Sunday afternoon before a very sleepy Nick 
was properly introduced to his "little mistress" and 
told he must love and obey her, too. Only then did Amy 
at last get her tit-lets nibbled, her peach fur-lined 
slit licked to several delightful orgasms before her 
tight little pussy was at last filled by a cock that 
even she had to admit was "awesome!"

If Carol had left Amy alone to enjoy her new boy toy as 
a good mother should, things might have been different, 
but the horny woman insisted that she needed to 
continue to "work on" Nick. Amy only got to fuck him 
after school ("after you do all your homework."). Her 
mother, on the other hand, took Nick to her bed every 
night for the next several weeks. Until she announced 
that she had missed her period.

Amy accompanied her mother to the gynecologist for her 
first pre-natal checkup. When Carol came out beaming 
with confirmation that she was indeed going to have 
another baby, Amy casually suggested maybe she should 
be checked too. "But I've had you on the Pill since Jr. 
High," her mother squawked.

"Pills don't work unless you take them," her smiling 
daughter pointed out. "And don't lecture me, Mother. 
You didn't have an 'accident' that first weekend with 
Nick. You had a period after that; I saw the tampons. 
You kept fucking him unprotected until he made you 
pregnant because you wanted to, because he has a 
monster cock and because is a hell of a good fuck. 
Well, I'm about a month behind you."

Carol wanted to be mad, but she couldn't blame a horny 
girl for letting a hunk like Nick pump his virile young 
spunk into her unprotected teen pussy. "He IS a good 
fuck, isn't he," Carol laughed.

"And a proficient baby maker," added Amy, playfully 
bumping her Mom's tummy with her own.

*****

Thus reconciled, mother and daughter worked out a more 
equitable time-share of Nick's cock. To minimize 
staying up late on school nights, it was decided that 
Amy would have Nick on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday 
nights. Carol got Nick on Sunday, Tuesday, and 
Thursday. On Saturday nights, mother and daughter 
enjoyed "Nick sandwiches," taking turns, one riding his 
cock while the other straddled his mouth having her 
pussy eaten. Amy thought this was OK, since she still 
got fucked after school (and could occasionally get in 
a quickie between classes, too). Even Dan was as happy 
as a man can be, whose wife and daughter are both 
knocked up by their live-in boy toy. At least he was 
getting sex three nights a week from his insatiable 
wife.

*****

A few months later Nick's graduation rolled around. 
After the speeches were made and before the diplomas 
were handed out, various special awards were presented. 
Many family groups made complete fools of themselves 
cheering loudly for their daughters who had won 
scholarships or academic prizes. But nothing compared 
to the enthusiasm of one teenage girl and two middle 
aged women, each with adorable bulges at three 
different stages beneath her indecently short maternity 
dress, standing on their seats and applauding wildly as 
the just barely showing principal handed Nick a special 
award for "Homemaking."

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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