by Art Martin
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JUNIOR YEAR
My junior year in high school was off to a bad start. After dumping Terri, I wasn’t getting laid at all, except for when Mom and I were refugees at Cousin Linda’s during the hurricane, but back home…. Oh, I had dates, lots of dates, but nothing like a date with Terri. I got a little tittie pie once, but for the most part I mostly just got slapped. Some of those "easy" girls that everyone talked about in the locker room, weren't so easy after all.
Having a lot more time to myself and nothing much to do other than beating off, I became keenly aware that not all was well with our household. Then the shit hit the fan. Mom and Dad told me that we needed a little family talk. It had been over a year since the three of us sat down and just talked.
“Jimmy, your mother and I have come to a decision," my Dad began. "We are going to go our separate ways.” I sat in stunned silence. How could this be?
“For quite some time, your father has had an apartment in the French Quarter,” my mother announced calmly. “He uses it to entertain his mistresses. I’ve known about it for well over a year. I asked him to stop what he was doing, but he wouldn’t. It became very clear to me that he didn’t love me anymore. Certainly he didn’t respect me.” I looked over at Dad who was studying his shoes.
“Well, I told him that if he can have fun on the side, then so could I. He said, ‘Fine by me.’ I started going out at night and met this very nice gentleman. He’s a lawyer who lives in the Garden District. I didn’t mean to, but… I fell in love with him.”
“I never loved any of them,” my father mumbled. “Yes, I fucked them, but goddamnit, I never fell in love with them.”
“That's not my problem,” my mother calmly answered. She then turned back to me.
“I’m moving out. Tonight. And I’m going to live with the man I love.” I looked at Mom and then at Dad and back to Mom. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I just want to make it crystal clear to you, Jimmy, that I love you and that this has absolutely nothing to do with you. The question is, where will you live? With me or with your dad?” Again I looked at Mom and then at Dad and back to Mom. I was being asked to choose?
Dad then piped up. “Just so you’ll know, Jimmy, good old Harold doesn’t want any baggage with your mother.”
“That’s not true!” angrily protested my mom.
“It is and you know it!” shot back my dad. He stood, indicating an end to our ‘family talk’. “Now, I’m going out and getting laid. Say your goodbyes to Jimmy and then get your ass out of here!” Dad rose and left for the rest of the evening, slamming the backdoor behind him.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Mom broke down in tears. God how I hate a woman crying! Terri was bad enough when she got on her jags, but my mom! I didn’t have a clue what to do or what to say. I never felt so inadequate in my life.
Eventually the sobs died down to a manageable level. She told me that she didn’t hate my dad, that she could never hate him, but that the love between them died somewhere along the way. She didn’t blame him for being a randy man, as that was what she loved in him, his ability to make her let go and be a passionate woman. Then she confessed that Dad was right. Harold really wasn’t all that keen to have a teenaged man-boy to have to deal with, though she was certain that he would change his mind once he had gotten to know me. She told me what a fine man I had become and how proud she was to have me as her son. She rambled on for what seemed like hours.
Suddenly Mom laughed. “You know, when you and Diane were little, your father wanted to be a nudist. The whole family! I told him in no uncertain terms that this country girl wasn’t going to parade around in the nude for other nudists to gawk at.” Mom sighed and added, “Maybe I should have let him have his way and maybe things would have been different between us. You see, Harold’s… Harold’s a practicing nudist.” Mom paused looking over at the wall, searching for her next words. “I’ve gone… I’ve gone with him across the lake to this… club.”
Mom had turned a bright shade of red. I couldn’t help wonder, ‘Why is she telling me this?’
Regaining her composure she continued, “You know, it's true. After a while, a very short while, you don’t notice that everyone’s naked. It’s very liberating just to let it all hang out.” That bit of news floored me just as much as the other news I’d heard that night. I couldn’t imagine Mom running around in her birthday suit in public. It just didn’t compute.
After a while she said that she needed to go. Harold was expecting her. Then she apologized for leaving me alone tonight. Hell, except for carousing with the guys, I’d spent most of my nights alone these past few months, so another night didn’t matter much. Then she said, “Why don’t you call that nice girl you’ve been going out with for so long and patch things up. I really like her and she’s been good for you.” Mom then rose, kissed me on the forehead like she always did and left to be with her new lover.
Mom always had good ideas, even though I didn’t always follow them to the letter. After she’d gone and I had a beer, I called Terri. I told her I needed someone to talk to and could I come and get her. She gushed, “Yes, Jimmy. Yes! I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
Five minutes later I pulled up in front of her house. I hadn’t gotten all the way out of my car when she burst through the front door. “Let’s go!” she said excitedly as she threw open the passenger door and leapt in. “Mama’s practically unconscious and Daddy’s out of town!”
“Where to?” I asked.
“How about Lenfant’s?” she replied. Sounded okay by me, so we headed out for a talk. Now Lenfant’s was an establishment that you’d only find in New Orleans. It was a dinner/dance/pick up club, but they had a back parking lot that featured car hop service. In the back lot, it was pitch dark. You parked and turned on your parking lights for service. Soon a buxom girl would bound up to your car and take your order. It was a protected establishment, which meant the police were paid off to stay away until some ruckus required their services. I had heard that if you wanted to order the girl, then that was fine too, but I don’t know that for fact.
I ordered two VO and Cokes. I was still seventeen at the time and Terri was sixteen. No ID required. Just pay the lady and soon she was back with your cocktails. Once your order was placed, you turned off your parking lights until you needed another drink. No one bothered you in a dark parked car. With the windows rolled down, you could hear the couples copulating in the adjacent vehicles. It was impolite to watch, but I saw a lot naked tits and asses illuminated in the moonlight at Lenfant’s.
I told Terri what had happened with Mom and Dad. We finished our drinks and I asked if she wanted to fuck. Not surprisingly she readily agreed and climbed into the back seat. Soon I had her blouse open, her bra loose and her panties off. Soon thereafter, I had discarded my jeans and was happily rutting away at her pussy. It wasn’t a loving fuck, it was a base carnal fuck. I needed her pussy and she needed my dick.
Reaching over the backrest of the front bench seat, I flicked on the parking lights. We ordered another drink from the back seat, not bothering to get dressed except for Terri holding my shirt up for cover, and me with my jeans over my lap. The carhop cheerfully filled our order without so much as raising an eyebrow.
Later I took her home and to my bed. It wasn’t until near daybreak that I took her home. She slipped in undetected and that was that. I didn’t call or see her for several more weeks; then it was for one purpose, to fuck.
*****
I did meet Harold a few days after Mom moved out. He was nice enough to me, but I didn’t want a thing to do with him. I told Mom my decision to live with Dad and she accepted that. I’m not at all sure who was most relieved by my decision, Harold, Mom or me.
*****
About two weeks after Mom moved out, we were let out of school early due to a bomb scare. It was a Monday, so I didn’t think anything of seeing Dad’s Buick in the carport. I strolled into the house and stopped dead in my tracks. Dad was naked and slouched down in his easy chair. The equally naked woman who was kneeling between his legs and who until the moment of my interruption, was fellating him, turned and looked at me. Surprise was written all across her pretty face. It was Camille, the young mother who lived next door. On the floor lying on a blanket was her baby, fast asleep.
“What in the hell are you doing home?” my father gruffly asked me.
“We were let out early… Uh, don’t let me interrupt.”
“You know Camille Broussard from next door.”
“Sure.”
“You want some pussy?”
Camille’s head snapped back to look at my dad and she protested.
“Your secret is out, darling,” he said to her reasonably. “Only way to keep it a secret is to make Jimmy part of it. Now, don’t worry, he has a nice big dick. You’ll enjoy it. I promise, darling. Now, why don’t you finish what you were doing?”
Dad gently directed her head back to his crotch. The huge smile that spread across his rugged face said it all. Satisfied that she was doing a good job on his prick, he looked back up at me. As he looked at me, his expression turned to a frown. “What do you want? An engraved invitation? Come on, boy, fuck her pussy! That’s why she’s here boy, to be fucked! Now, get with it or get the hell out!”
Quickly I stripped while Camille gobbled on Dad’s prick. I didn’t need to do any jacking of my cock to get ready. This would be just like those trips to Madame Treme’s with Uncle Tee and Dad, except rather than sharing a light brown mulatto girl, we’d be doing the next door neighbor-lady. The term MILF hadn’t been coined yet, but Camille fit that bill. She was tiny, maybe five foot one and had gorgeous long locks of raven black hair that hung in natural curls halfway down her back. Her eyes were dark too, dark brown pools that a man could drown in. She had all the curves in all the right places, and while not overly endowed, what she had in the tit department was all the more prominent as she was actively breast feeding her baby.
I ran my hands over the smooth olive-colored flesh of her shapely ass and then slipped my hand between her legs. At my touch she spread her knees to give me free access to her sopping freshly fucked cunt. As I squatted over her, I lifted her hips, took aim and slid into heaven. It was like sticking my dick into warm butter that was about to melt. As I penetrated her deeply and effortlessly, she pushed back to get as much dick as she could, and then ground her backside into my groin. I was surprised that she wasn’t tighter than she was, after all, she was a tiny thing, but then again she’d just given birth maybe six months prior and judging by the size of her mammoth husband, I suppose that he had a horse dick to match.
None of that mattered. It only mattered that I had my cock buried in a willing pussy, a willing pussy that gently and rhythmically squeezed and released my cock. I looked up and Dad winked at me. Oh, yeah, this was good, real good. The wet smacking noises my dick made traveling through her sperm sodden fuck slot was augmented by the wet smacking noises made by her slurping mouth as it slid up and down and over my dad’s dick.
I hadn’t been laid since I last saw Terri the night Mom moved out. That first time with Camille, I really didn’t give much thought to her pleasure, only to my own and when I added my first deposit to her sperm bank, it was a truly satisfying orgasm. Spent, I remained motionless for a while until my flaccid dick slithered from her dripping cunt hole. It was only then that noticed that the baby had wakened and was crying.
Hearing her baby, Camille pulled away from my dad to take care of the hungry kid. Before she did, she kissed me and told me, “Thank you.” Then she lifted the child from the blanket on the floor and took him to the sofa for a snack. I was surprised at how full her breasts seemed to be and just how pronounced her dark, distended nipples were.
“Don’t you have practice this afternoon?” my dad asked as if everything were perfectly normal.
“I guess… who knows?”
“Well, you better plan to be there.”
“I think I’d rather stay here,” I replied with a grin.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said unconcerned. “She’ll be here when you get home. I’ll see to it.”
Dad then sat next to Camille as she breast feed her baby. Playing with her free tit, he asked me, “You ever tasted mother’s milk? Recently, that is.” He gave a gentle squeeze and milk squirted from her teat. Then he lowered his head and suckled her while her baby suckled the other breast. A moment or so later he asked me with a grin, “Want a taste?”
As Dad moved out of the way, I looked to Camille to judge her reaction to all this.
She said nothing, but smiled demurely and with a free hand hefted her tit to me. The invitation was quite clear.
I hefted her full milk bag and brought my lips to her distended nipple. I sucked and was surprised to discover how easily her milk flowed from her breast to my mouth. Naturally it was warm and it tasted sweeter than the pasteurized and homogenized cow’s milk I had for breakfast nearly every day. This was better, much better. I suckled for several minutes, savoring the flavor of her milk. Dad tapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t be such a hog,” he playfully scolded. Reluctantly I yielded her succulent breast to him. A minute later it was my turn again. Long before the baby had his fill from her other breast, Dad and I had drained our tit. It was appreciably smaller and less firm when we were finished.
We waited patiently for the little boy to have his fill. It was really beautiful watching her nurse her child. By and by his sucking motions became weaker and weaker. Then it became sporadic before he quit altogether, very satisfied and fast asleep. Gently she handed him to my father who put him over his shoulder and burped him. The little boy stirred and then was fast asleep again. It was a side of my father that I had never seen before. He was so gentle and so sure of himself with the baby. As was the accepted practice then, he laid the little fellow on his stomach and covered him with a blanket.
Within just a few minutes, Dad had mounted the young mother and was plugging away at her on the sofa, a sofa that now had a big wet spot where she had been sitting.
As cool as my dad was that afternoon and as much fun as we had with Camille, it also struck me that this was exactly the reason my mother had left him. It was very confusing for a seventeen-year old buck, but my hormones and male instincts ruled the day.
I made it back to school around two for afternoon practice. Bomb scare or not, the coaches ran us through our paces and drove us to exhaustion. As my balls were aching, I wasn’t quite up to speed. It was noticed and after practice I was sent to run up and down the stadium stairs before I was released for the day. I was dog tired when I got home.
True to his word, when I got home, Camille was still there with her baby. She was at the stove, wearing only an apron whipping up supper. Dad was at the kitchen table watching her bare backside and indulging in a beer.
Neither of them bothered to get dressed for dinner. That was pretty weird, sitting at the table and eating with the two of them naked. It was something I would quickly get accustomed to.
While Camille cleared the table and washed the dishes, Dad and I talked; mostly about football. For the umpteenth time he apologized that he could never make it to any of my games, as he had to work every Friday night. For the umpteenth time I told him that I understood. Naturally I was deeply disappointed; I wanted him to see me play, and I said so, but I also recognized that it just wasn’t to be. Dad quipped, “I’ll bet you’re the only player on the team whose father shares his girlfriend with them!” He had a point. I doubt if any did.
In the living room, the baby began crying. “He can’t be hungry again,” remarked Camille as she worked at the sink.
Dad immediately stood up and said, “I’ll check up on it.” A moment later he called to me to assist him. Dad then demonstrated the changing of a poopy diaper. It was disgusting. While he worked and I watched, I asked him about Camille’s husband.
“What about Dennis? He’s offshore somewhere. Won’t be back for days. Very convenient and thoughtful of him, don’t you think?”
“What if he finds out?”
“That big fucker will probably tear us both apart from limb to limb. I’d hate for that big bastard to come after me. You ever see the size of his arms? Let’s just be damn sure that he never finds out that we poke his wife when he’s gone.”
Dad finished the diaper change, picked the boy up and carried him back into the kitchen. The kid was as comfortable in his arms as he would be in the arms of his own dad.
“Say, darling,” my dad began, “how about if you sleep over tonight?”
Camille looked back at him and answered, “I’d like that.”
“Good, then its settled.”
Dad turned to me and handed me the kid. I guess I was rather uncomfortable holding an infant as Dad reassured me that I wouldn’t break him. “Just hold him securely and for God’s sake, don’t drop him!” With a nod towards Camille he added, "Now you can have her until bedtime, but she sleeps with me. Me, I’m finished for the time being. I’m going to the track and relax a little. Don’t stay up too late, you have school tomorrow.” I guess he read the insecurity in my eyes as I held the baby. With a reassuring tap to my shoulder he said, “Get used to it. If you’re going to play, you have to pay.”
Dad retired to the back, dressed and then was on his way to play the ponies. He stopped to slap Camille on her bare butt and said, “See you later, baby. My boy is all yours until I get back. Feel free to wear him out.” He turned and raised a finger in the air, “Rule number one… in this house, she stays naked! Rule number two… there is no rule number two. Now you kids have fun.”
We had fun all right. I also became intimately acquainted with changing diapers.
Over the next several months, when Dennis was away, slinging iron out in the Gulf of Mexico or whatever he did, Camille spent a lot of time at our house. She cooked for us, cleaned up a bit between maid visits and performed other vital services. She wasn’t always nude, but she was always available to me or to Dad. What a great arrangement!
*****
With Camille around and available every other week, I pretty much ignored Terri. I’d hear the locker room stories, of gangbangs and other perversities. I took a lot of ribbing because my “girlfriend” was such a slut.
*****
Thursday, October 21, 1965
I was raped again today.
Nick and his pals as usual.
Mom sent me to the store to pick up a few
items for tonight’s supper. I got out of
my car and everything went dark. Well,
not completely dark, but I had a gunny sack over my head and I was tossed into
the back of a van. I struggled and
fought, but they were too strong for me.
By the time the van stooped and the gunny sack was removed, they had me
naked. In addition to the three
kidnappers and their driver, there were five more waiting. I’d been to this place many times before and I knew it was
no use screaming. There was no one
around to hear me. Then they held me
down and one by one they raped me. When
they were all done, Nick me threw me my clothes and told me to get dressed, then
he and Lonnie drove me back to the store and dropped me off. I told Nick that I was going to call the police. He just
laughed.
“Rape?
Terri, ya may be sweet lookin', but cher, you’re a slut-whore.
Hell, ya loved it!”
Mom was furious that I took so long. I got punished… again. It’s so unfair! I didn’t do anything! I didn’t want to do anything! They made me!
God, I wish Jimmy was still with me.
He’d put a stop to it, I know he would.
I told Daddy. He just
shrugged and said, “They have you pegged, don’t they? You know he’s right, you do love it. Now
don’t you?” Gee thanks Daddy! Then he told me not to put up too much of a fight
next time as I might get hurt. Might get
hurt! I’m so sore and bruised I can
hardly walk! Men!
Sunday, October 25, 1965
I had a “date” last night.
The guy Daddy always hires picked me up and dropped me off at the usual
place. I was expecting Daddy, but it was
Todd who picked me up. As usual, I was
blindfolded until we got to where we were going. Then I was fucked, over and over by I don’t
know how many men, two, three at a time.
They weren’t gentle either. I was
still sore from the gang rape Nick treated me to, and I’m really sore now. I’m going to have to have a talk with
Daddy. I think this might be getting out
of hand!
*****
One particularly memorable happening occurred a few weeks after I started fucking the young mom next door. It was early Wednesday night. Dad was at work of course. The baby was in the playpen Dad had bought and set up in the living room. Camille and I were getting after it in my bed. I didn’t hear anything until it was too late.
“Jimmy!” I’d recognize that voice anywhere. “Oh, my god!” my mother exclaimed standing at my bedroom door.
“Mom! I…” She turned and fled the house before I could get my pants on.
Later that night, Mom called me on the phone. “Jimmy.”
“Yeah, Mom.”
“Is that tramp from next door still with you?”
“No, she went home,” I lied.
“I knew she had her hooks into your father, but you too? I ought to have her arrested.”
“Arrested for what?”
“You’re too young.”
“I am not,” I replied. “Look, I’m sorry you saw that, but aren’t you supposed to be working tonight?”
“I don’t work on Wednesday night. I’ve never worked on Wednesday nights.”
“But I thought… oh, never mind. You shouldn’t have just barged in on us like that.”
“Why not! It’s my house!”
“You don’t live here, Mom. God, that was really embarrassing.”
“Well, you should be embarrassed, wallowing around with that whore.”
“Mom, she’s not a whore.”
“Yes, she is!... Oh, god, I suppose you will grow up and be just like your father.”
“I could do worse.”
There was a noticeable pause. “Yes, you could,’ Mom replied with a sigh. “Look, I guess you’re growing up and I know you’re going to do whatever you want do whenever you want to do it. Just be careful.”
“I will, Mom.”
There was another, much longer silent pause. “I miss you, Jimmy.”
“I miss you too, Mom.”
“You do?”
“Of course I do. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” Again there was a long pause.
“Is there anything you wanted, Mom?”
“Yes,” she replied with sadness in her voice. “I wanted to see you, and just talk to you.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. I should have called first. Next time I’ll call, okay.”
“Sure, Mom.” A silence settled in again. “Is there anything you needed to talk to me about?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact there is. I want to see you. Harold and I want you to come over Sunday. We’ll visit and have supper together. Is that alright?”
Dennis was scheduled to return home the next day for his seven days off and seeing that I wasn’t seeing any one in particular at the time… “Sure, that sounds fine, Mom.”
“Great. Come by around noon. You and Harold can watch the Saints game before supper. Okay?”
“Okay. One thing. Where are you and Harold living?”
“Oh! I didn’t tell you?”
“No, and I don’t have a phone number either.” About that time the baby started crying.
“I thought you said that she was gone!” Mom huffed.
“She is… I’m just babysitting.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“Mom… the address and phone number?”
*****
Mon., November 1, 1965
I have a paper due tomorrow, so I went to library to finish
it. When I got home, Pepper was sitting
in Daddy’s lap. That’s not unusual, but
she had on her nightie. That too isn’t
unusual, but it was the type with the short top and separate bottoms. That’s not unusual either, because we all
wear nighties like that. What was
unusual was the way Daddy acted. God, I
think he was feeling her up! He played
it cool though and sent her off to bed.
Then he told me that he needed to have a talk with Joan and me. I went upstairs and told Joan to come downstairs with
me. Daddy explained that Mommy has been
having her headaches again. He really
didn’t need to tell us that, but Daddy wants me and Joan to drive her to Houston
and see this specialist. We’ll miss a
couple of days of school, but Daddy says this is more important. I suppose he’s right.
Poor Mom.
She suffers so much. He made the appointment for the day after
tomorrow, so we leave tomorrow morning.
I guess I’ll be late with my paper.
He sent Joan up for bed and then nodded to me to go get
ready for him. I wanted to ask him about
what I saw between him and Pepper, but I never had the chance. Except for my panties, I was waiting for him
naked. He immediately stripped off my
panties, stuffed them into my mouth and really gave it me.
Friday, Nov. 5, 1965
Oh, my god! When we
got back from Houston, Pepper was wearing an ankle bracelet just like the one
Daddy gave me when we first started having sex!
He wouldn’t… or would he?
Pepper’s the same age I was when it all started. Oh, god!
He’s going to turn her into a whore too! What should I do? What should I do? Sat., Nov. 6, 1965
Joan had a date tonight with Ron. Daddy didn’t come to me last night like he
always does when Mommy’s knocked out. So
when he didn’t show up in my bedroom, I slipped out of my room and crept
upstairs. He wasn’t in bed with
Mommy. I hid in the upstairs bathroom
and waited. Then I saw him coming from
Pepper’s bedroom and go downstairs. He was surprised to see me when I walked into my bedroom. “Where have you been?” he whispered. “Upstairs… watching… You’re fucking Pepper now. Aren’t you?” Daddy roughly shoved me onto my bed. I tried to scream, but he put his hand over
my mouth. “Yes, I’m fucking her!” he
hissed. “What of it? Are you jealous?” With his free hand he began
feeling me up. “She likes it. She’s just like you, Terri.” Daddy removed the hand over my mouth. “I’m her father, just like I’m your
father. And it’s my responsibility to
teach her, just like I taught you.” “You’ve made me into a whore!” I spit. “I made you into a whore?
I taught you how to enjoy a man and how to please a man. Your boyfriend turned you into a whore.”
Daddy pulled my night shirt up and nursed at my nipples. Whatever fight I had in me, simply
dissolved. Knowing he had me, Daddy
released my nipple and then told me, “Your sister has been playing with my dick for
months. You know, she almost gives as
good of a blow job as you do. She was
ready, more than ready, and I plucked her cherry for her, just like I plucked yours when you were ready
to be plucked.” Daddy stood and dropped his boxer shorts and offered his
cock to me. “Suck me,” he ordered. I took it and I tasted her…. Tasted Pepper on
his cock.
“I’m going to be fucking Pepper, just like I fuck you, Terri,” Daddy
said as I sucked him. “But there's a problem; it’s simply
too dangerous to do that upstairs. Your
mother won’t notice, but Joan might hear, so we're going to be using your room. You will be welcome to join us, or you can
wait outside for your turn.” Wait outside for my turn! He wants me to join them?
He wants me to have sex with her too?
Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! What am
I going to do with you? You are so bad, Daddy, but I do love you! One other thought.
What about Joan?
Isn't Daddy her father too?
Shouldn't he be teaching her too?
Fat chance! Joan is nothing like me or Pepper.
To be continued...
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