Tommy sat next to Hank, nervously watching the movie.

Pretending to watch the movie.

He was seated against the next door neighbor on the couch in his living room. Mr. Miller had invited Tommy and his mom to watch the movie on his big, flat screen TV, and the woman had eagerly accepted.

Tommy's mother, Ann, sat cuddled up against the big man on his other side, alternately watching and kissing him.

Hank Miller's hand was on Tommy's bare thigh, under an afghan he had spread over their legs.

Hank had turned the air conditioning up, and claimed to be cold. Ann hadn't objected, using the chill as an excuse to snuggle up against her new boyfriend.

Hank used it as an opportunity to molest the boy next to his mother.

Hank unzipped Tommy's shorts, coughing to cover the sound, and slid his big hand inside to grip the ten year old's hard penis.

Tommy's cock had been hard all day. Hank had been teasing him unmercifully for the last three days, caressing, rubbing, squeezing, and stroking the poor boy's dripping member until he was driven to distraction.

This had been planned, to make the boy horny and unable to keep from cumming when Hank wanted him to.

Apparently, he wanted him to now.

Tommy sweated and squirmed while Hank teased his leaking four inch organ with his fingertips.

"What's the matter, Tommy?" he asked rhetorically, "Got ants in your pants?" he turned to Ann and smiled at his own joke. Ann rolled her eyes.

"The little guy can hardly stand still for five minutes!" She said, smiling condescendingly at her son.

Tommy blushed furiously under his mother's gaze. She couldn't see that her boyfriend had her son's hard penis in his hand, hidden under the blanket as it was.

"Here, maybe I can help!" Hank offered. He scooped Tommy up and set him on his lap, facing the television, using the motion to hide the fact that he was sliding the boy's shorts down his thighs. Tommy could feel the man's hard cock poking his ass through the boxer shorts Hank always wore. Hank's hand closed over Tommy's exposed penis. The boy wasn't allowed to wear underpants any more, so access was easy.

Tommy wiggled. The sensation was intense. And pleasurable. And humiliating.

The man was masturbating him, inches from his mother!

Hank held the squirming boy around the waist, with his hand in his lap, fondling his hard little cock. His other hand was on the boy's mother's thigh. He smiled when he felt her small, warm hand on his leg, sliding upward through the curly hair toward his boxers

Hank glanced at the pretty woman and gave her a knowing grin.

She grinned back innocently as her hand slid higher. Her fingertips moved under the leg opening of his boxers and grazed his balls.

Meanwhile, Hank scooped Tommy's balls in his fingers, rolling the hard little orbs gently as the boy's mother cupped his hairy scrotum in her palm.

Hank slid Tommy to his other side, so Ann could reach his genitals more easily, and the young mother took the invitation, slipping her hand fee of Hank's shorts and reaching into the gap in front to grip his hard cock.

Hank coughed, and took Tommy's hard penis in his big fist, pumping the little shaft slowly as Ann squeezed his eight inch cock in her small hand.

Tommy struggled under the man's attentions. He wanted to cum desperately. But not here; not now. Not with his mother right next to him.

He was oblivious to what his mother was doing to Hank, just as she was unaware of what her boyfriend was doing to her son.

Hank's hand moved with exquisite, agonizing slowness, pulling and squeezing the ten year old's overly sensitive cock enough to keep him hot and ready, but not enough to make him cum.

The confused, horny child didn't know which was worse: being made to have an orgasm on the same couch as his mother, or not being allowed to cum at all.

Ann kissed the side of Hank's neck and squeezed his big cock. Her tongue flicked out and swirled inside his ear. She smiled when she heard him sigh.

Hank exhaled a deep breath and pulled slowly on the boy's cock.

"You alright, Tommy?" he asked.

"Um, uh - huh," the boy replied distractedly. Hank turned and winked at Ann.

"Not too bored with the movie?" It was a family comedy that completely bored all three of them, but none of them admitted it.

Hank was using the film as an excuse to fondle the boy. Ann was using it a s an cover for giving her boyfriend a surreptitious hand job.

Tommy was a captive. He didn't dare say or do anything to expose what was happening, lest Miller hurt his mom. So he sat glumly, getting his penis stroked, suffering on the edge of orgasm, while his mother sat oblivious on Miller's other side.

But the idea that his mother might watch him cum was a turn-on too, the boy was discovering. She could be sitting right there, watching TV, even looking right at him, while his cock spurted cum all over Hank's hand, and his legs, and the blanket....

Tommy gasped and arched his back. His cock exploded, squirting thick globs of hot semen on Hank's moving fingers. The thick, slick liquid soaked into the afghan against which his cock head was pressed. It ran down the length of his shaft to pool on Hank's hand and fingers.

Tommy wiggled and moaned as quietly as he could, breathing through his nose. Tears soaked his eyes as he fought the urge to cry out his passion.

It was difficult, but repressing the orgasmic outburst made the sensation even more intense.

"What's the matter, Buddy?" Hank asked, feigning concern, "Gotta cramp?"

Tommy nodded. It was the perfect cover, one that Miller must have planned in advance.

"Here, let me rub it for you," the man sad, moving his left hand from the boy's semen-coated penis to his upper thigh. Tommy felt the man's slimy fingers sliding up and down his leg, pretending to massage his thigh while actually spreading Tommy's own sperm around his leg.

"There," Hank said, "Better?"

Tommy turned to him and nodded, attempting a grateful smile. He saw his other looking at him with concerned and smiled at her.

"Yeah, all better. Thanks,"

Ann looked up at the man and smiled her own appreciation.

"I think he's getting a little tired," Hank said softly, "Here, Buddy. Why don't you sit here next to me for awhile."

He moved Tommy to the space next to him and let his hand slide down the boy's back and under his butt. Tommy rested on Hank's hand, unseen by his mother, his shorts down around his knees under the blanket. He felt Hank's thick finger probing under his legs for his anus and bit his lips when the fat digit slid painfully into his ass, unlubricated. The man fingered his dry hole while watching TV and receiving a hidden hand job.

Hank probed Tommy's asshole over the next half hour, eventually working two fingers in the suffering boy's anus, side by side, up to the second knuckle. Tommy lay stiffly against the man's arm while the older neighbor abused him, feet away from where his mother played with Hank's cock.

"I think he's asleep," Hank whispered. Tommy closed his eyes before Ann looked over to see. If his mother thought he was sleeping, maybe they would leave, ending his misery.

"I better take him home," Ann said, lifting Tommy's hopes.

"Oh no, that's okay" Hank said softly, "I'll put him in the guest bed, so we can finish what you started!" he grinned at the sexy young woman and winked. Tommy struggled not to moan his disappointment.

Ann blushed, but leaned up to kiss the man.

"I'll go get ready," she whispered throatily, a promise in her eyes,

"I'll be right there!" Hank promised, and stood, lifting Tommy in his arms, along with the semen-stained blanket.

"Here, Baby," Hank said, after laying Tommy on the guest bed. He pulled the boy's shorts off and let them drop to the floor, turning Tommy over on his stomach.

"I wanna give your mom something special tonight," he confided to the bottomless boy, "A taste of her baby's ass!"

Tommy cringed when he felt the big neighbor climb on the bed on top of him. He felt Hank's big cock poking his upper thigh, then resting against his recently abused asshole.

"Sorry to go in dry, Sweet Thing," he muttered in the boys ear, "But I don't want your mom wondering why I have lube on my cock when she goes to suck it!"

Tommy felt the man's big hand clamped over his mouth as his hard cock pushed against the boy's dry anus.

He screamed against Hank's hand as the thick pole was shoved into his unlubricated hole. The pain was hot and intense. Tears sprang to the boy's eyes as Hank grunted in his ear.

"Unh! Good thing I loosened up your asshole before I fucked you, eh? Or I'd never get inside!"

Tommy lay stiffly beneath the man's big body, unable to escape the pain and humiliation of being fucked in the ass against his will. The man's spit-slicked hand clamped hard on his mouth, to stifle his screams.

Hank probed his anus with his big cock for a few minutes, then pulled it out with about half of the eight inch length embedded in the boy's painfully stretched anus.

"There," he declared, giving Tommy's ass cheek a squeeze, "That aught do it! See ya in the morning, Buddy!"

Tommy sobbed into the pillow, his butt hole burning, waiting for sleep to take him. Lying on his stomach, he rubbed his recently restored erection against the bed-sheet until a smaller orgasm spilled a pool of semen on the bed under his belly.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Ann lay in Hank's bed, waiting. She was naked, on top of the sheets.

Hank whistled softly as he entered.

"Hey there," she said seductively. She was on her side, holding her head up on one hand.

"Well hello yourself!" Hank replied, grinning.

He moved to the bed, pulling is boxers off as he went.

Ann slid over to the edge of the bed on her stomach, staring intently at her love's hard cock. The eight inch erection swung between his hairy thighs.

"Mmmm," she moaned, reaching for the thick pole with one small hand.

Hank smiled when she lifted the hard shaft to her lips and ran her wet tongue around the helmet-shaped head. A shudder ran through his broad frame and she took the fat head on her mouth.

There was a tangy bitterness to this cock that was unfamiliar, but it was soon gone with the saliva she swallowed as she sucked. Hank placed a hand on top of her head and guided her back and forth as he thrust gently with his hips.

"Suck my balls, Baby," he said, and Ann complied, as always. His wet cock left a trail of her own saliva on her cheek when she leaned forward around the long rod to suck one of his hard testicles into her warm mouth. Her fist continued to slip up and down the spitty rod as she lapped and suck on his balls.

"Ahhh, yeah!" Hank gasped. He reached down and took Ann by the shoulders, lifting her to her knees and kissing her wet lips.

"Lie down, Honey," he whispered. Ann smiled and leaned back, opening her legs as Hank lay atop her slender frame.

"Oh!" she gasped. His cock slid into her wet cunt in one push, all the way. She felt his balls against her ass.

"Oh, my God!" she gasped, "So deep! So big!"

Hank started shoving his thick cock in and out of her wet pussy aggressively, but not harshly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and turned her pussy upward to meet his thrusts.

"Ready, Baby?" Hank panted, "Let's fill that sweet, tight ass of yours!" Ann grinned. She loved anal. And Hank did, too.

Tommy knew too well how he loved it.

Hank slipped his cock from the woman's pussy and reached between their bodies to take hold of the slimy shaft, rubbing the swollen head of his cock against Ann's sphincter.

"Push it in, Baby!" the horny woman panted, "Push your big cock in my ass!"

Ann's vocabulary had gotten spicier since she had started dating Hank. She had picked it up from him.

"Here 'goes, Sweet Thing!" the man grunted. He shoved forward with his hips, and his cock slipped into his girlfriend's tight anus.

Ann gasped. Her eyes flew open when she felt the painful penetration of the big man's cock in her unlubricated asshole. Only her pussy juice aided the travel of Hank's erection into her rear passage.

The pain was okay. It was part of what she liked about anal sex. Not too much, just a little burn. She moaned and wiggled her hips, encouraging Hank to fuck her harder. Which he did. His pounding thrusts took her breath away.

She knew he wouldn't last long at this pace. He seemed more excited tonight than usual. Probably because of the daring hand-job she had given him under the afghan during the movie.

She didn't know what had possessed her to do such a thing. Especially with Tommy right there. There was something about seeing her son and Hank together that made her feel sexy and naughty.

Hank had brought out a side of Ann that she hadn't known still existed. In her youth, she had been quite the little hottie. She never refused sex when offered, during middle school and beyond.

Her marriage, and the birth of her son, and their abandonment by Tommy's father, had soured her on relationships. And sex.

Now, with Hank's direction, she was rediscovering her sexual identity.

The sexy clothes, the constant sexual attention, even seeing Tommy as his body matured. How he looked in the shorts and underwear which was just about all he wore anymore, particularly around Hank. How the cute little boy had looked jerking himself off that time, when she had watched outside his bedroom...

Ann came, gasping and moaning beneath her lover. She refused to think about the fact that she had achieved an orgasm as soon as she thought about her son, and how he had looked masturbating.

"Ahhh - ahhhhh!" Hank gasped. Ann felt his cock swell and throb, and the familiar, warm wetness of his semen flowing into her rectum. She hugged him tightly and kissed his neck as he came.

Finished, Hank relaxed his grip on Ann and kissed her. Their tongues met wetly between their mouths.

"Wow," Hank panted, "That was awesome, Baby!"

"For me too," Ann replied. Hank beamed down at her, then moved to stand.

"Better go get cleaned up!" he said, slowly withdrawing his sperm-coated cock from Ann's anus.

"Oh, okay," Ann sighed, disappointed that he was pulling out so soon.

But Hank had a plan.

He left Ann's bedroom and padded down the hall on bare feet, ostensibly toward the bathroom.

Instead, he slipped into Tommy's bedroom.

"Wake up, Sweet Thing," Hank said softly, shaking Tommy's shoulder, "Gotta clean me up here!"

Tommy opened his eyes blearily, blinking in the gloom.

"Huh?' he grunted.

"Open up, Baby," Hank said. Tommy looked up at the man and saw his semi-hard cock gleaming in the faint light. He opened his mouth, resignedly, and Hank slid it across his tongue. Tommy closed his lips automatically.

"How's that taste, huh?" Hank asked, "Should taste like your Mama's ass!" he answered for himself, "And my cum, of course!" The man chuckled quietly while Ann's son sucked the slime from the cock that had just been in her asshole.

"Okay, that's enough, you greedy slut!" Hank said playfully, ruffling Tommy's hair as he withdrew his cock from the boys pink lips. Tommy hated it when the man acted like he enjoyed the disgusting things Hank made him do.

"You'll have to wait 'til tomorrow for more!"

Hank left the room and Tommy lay back down, avoiding the drying puddle of semen on his sheet.

The boy's blue eyes closed, and he liked his lips before slipping back into sleep.