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Subject: {ASSM} Jack's First Cum {Emily van Haankden} (FFMMfmbb ped inc 1st)
Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 20:10:07 -0400
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This is a work of ADULT fiction. It is contains 
highly graphic depictions of extreme sexual 
behaviour. It is not suitable for children 
under the age of 18.
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Story Codes: FFMMfmbb ped inc 1st

Jack's First Cum
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by Emily van Haankden

Kate stood in mum's living room just like Kate 
always did: hands on hips, toothy smile on 
face, long blonde hair down to the small of her 
back. She could have been 14 ... except for the 
two small munchkins Power Rangering around her 
feet shouting "Auntie Emy! Auntie Emy".

The three of them looked bronzed from a week in 
the Med and relaxed at having left her 
husband's boozy Dad after a short visit.

Sam and Owen wanted Jack, their hero, their 
playmate, to entertain them. But occasionally a 
woman - me, Kate, or Laura - would swoop down, 
grab a little boy and cuddle them and tickle 
them until they squirmed and wriggled free.

But I mainly sat out in the sunshine with Kate -
 tops off - nattering, while our boys buzzed 
around. It was nice just to catch up and quiz 
Kate about some of the things it was difficult 
to discuss over the phone or by email:

Q: Was she really cool about Robert having a 
summer holiday affair? 

A: Yes ... but, it did put a strain on things, 
as Robert was away from home working too much 
as it is, so if he's away from home on top of 
that screwing some girl, that really pissed 
Kate off. She'd suggested letting the tramp 
stay over, and letting her and Robert use the 
spare bedroom. But Robert thought that would 
weird the girl out too much. So Kate hoped 
coming home, it would die out.

Q: Was she finding the pace of sex working too 
much, what with being a mum to two under fives?

A: No. It meant she couldn't make all the gigs, 
and she'd decided not to be away over a weekend 
again, but otherwise it was cool. Robert was 
very considerate when he used her, and when he 
did she felt she brought something more to the 
party than just another cunt. So she felt 
valued at work - which is always a good deal.

Q: Was she worried that regular punters would 
become fixated on her?

A: Yes ... and no. She'd had punters over 
identify before with her before. It was quite 
natural for a punter - desperately grateful for 
the intimate services you provide - to begin to 
inflate the relationship into a more 
emotionally fulfilling one than just a paid 
fuck. And of course, if a punter is nice and 
respectful to you, it is nicer all round to 
show a light touch of fondness. But Kate had 
dealt with these punters before. In a way they 
were easy, as they cared what you think. It's 
the punters who don't give a damn who are the 
dangerous ones.

Q: Did she regret stopping breast feeding the 
boys?

A: No ... and yes. You can't have it all. She 
loved breast feeding. She loved her boys 
enjoying feeding from her breasts. But it was a 
nuisance: her breasts wept quite a lot, and 
wearing pads to soak up the excess is a faff, 
as is expressing your milk into bottles when 
you can't find anyone to drink it up.

It was good to talk, as the boys tumbled around 
with a football.

It was better to get home to find that Anthony 
and Robert had pushed on with the preparation 
for the evening. Robert had done the catering: 
a lovely finger buffet. 

Anthony had put an old door up in the games 
room with a couple of iron hoops at the top, 
and had screwed a couple of hooks into the 
ceiling. He'd also rolled up the rugs in the 
living room, and put down large polythene 
sheets over the chairs and sofas.

I laid out the costumes for everyone, and drank 
plenty of orange juice and water.

Kate was late, of course. She, her boys, Laura 
and Jack exploded out of her car and filled the 
house with barrage of excited shouting and 
clattering about. Laura went to her room to 
change. Kate, I and the all boys went to my 
bedroom.

It was chaos: tops and bras - bottoms and 
knickers came off, fancy dress came on. We 
dressed Jack, Owen and Sam in their darling 
togas. Their small white bare shoulders, even 
Jack's, looked so thin beside the clumped up 
cloth gathered over their other shoulder. Jack 
was excited to be undressed and dressed again 
by his auntie, and she had a slight difficulty 
keeping his 12 year old manhood tucked away in 
its place. I had no so difficulty with Sam's 
four year old, or Owen's two year old 
tackle ... except they kept on getting 
ticklish, and it was so tempting to lift them 
up in the air and throw them on to the bed and 
smother them in tickles.

The boys scampered off and I helped Kate into 
her Cleopatra outfit: a bright multi-coloured 
disc round her neck, bare breasted, a baggy 
white loin cloth wrapped hanging off her hips. 
She worked her eye make-up into that Egyptian 
style: black with a long finger out to the 
side. She so looked the part.

I dithered over my costume: I had thought of 
slutting up my wedding dress. It had been 
successful before, and demonstrated I could 
still get into my wedding dress after 18 years. 
But Kate suggested it might get too messy. I 
did think of slutty office wear, but didn't 
really feel like it. So I stepped into a black 
mesh see-through teddy, pull-up stockings with 
thigh length boots, black elbow-length evening 
gloves, and black studded choker: that blonde 
bitch in black look. 

Kate did my make up for me: cherry red lips, 
black eye shadow, black fingernails (yes, I 
know they're a bugger to get off, but it was a 
special occasion).

As Kate and I tottered down stairs on our 
heels, the others had already started without 
us. 

Anthony dressed in his black leather thong, 
studded choker, and nipple clamps joined by a 
chunky chain, had both Owen and Sam hanging 
 from the ceiling! They giggled and yelped as he 
alternated between tickling them with an old 
fashioned feather duster, and lightly smacking 
them with a willowy piece of bamboo.

Kate gasped to see her little boys strung up, 
hanging like little dolls. "Anthony!" I tut-
tutted.

"They wanted too!" he pleaded.

"Oh yeah, and this little chap wanted too as 
well" Kate quipped, running her hand over the 
hardness under my husband's thong.

"They wanted to copy Jack" he insisted.

Jack was hanging by his wrists from the old 
door. He looked so deliciously vulnerable. I 
picked up a cane, and swishing it a couple of 
times through the air, playfully whacked the 
souls of his feet. He cried out "Ouch!" with 
each whack, but didn't flinch.

Kate moved behind her little Owen, and pulled 
the hanging two year old to her bare chest, and 
ran her fingers inside his toga. Owen wriggled 
and laughed as his mummy's hands ran everywhere 
over his chubby still babyish body. She blew 
gently against the back of his neck. Owen was 
nearly crying with laughter. 

Anthony stood behind Sam, caning his four year 
old botty through his toga. Anthony would then 
guide his hand up underneath the four-year-olds 
toga, and feel the red warmth of the small boys 
beaten botty.

Laura came in carrying a plate of nibbles. She 
was wearing her old school uniform. Now that 
she would be a Sixth Former next academic year, 
she didn't have to wear her uniform ever again. 
So it was funny to see her in a bastardised 
version of it: her blouse open half way down 
her front, her C-cups squashed into her 
bustiest push-up bra; a micro mini skirt 
showing her white thong disappearing up her 
tanned bottom; white ankle socks; doc martens; 
her hair in pigtails, with fake freckles dotted 
around her cheeks. She looked edible: Every bit 
the sweet 16 trying to look slutty 14. 

Laura passed round with her plate of goodies, 
goosing Kate, her Dad and me as she passed. 

She put down her plate, and stood right in 
front of Owen, sandwiching him between her and 
his mum. Together they started a torture regime 
of non-stop tickling and nibbling of the poor 
boy. His armpits, exposed by his arms hanging 
 from ropes attached to a hook in the ceiling, 
were especially vulnerable, as were the sides 
of his ribs, his neck, the souls of his feet. 
Soon the two women had tickled him to a frenzy 
of laughter, until the little lad couldn't 
control himself anymore, and started to wet 
himself.

No one noticed at first, everyone was too busy 
laughing at the tickle torture. But Laura felt 
something wet and warm, and looked down to see 
the bottom of her white blouse turn dark with 
wetness, and a soft stream bubbling out of 
Owen's soaking lower toga.

"Owen! You mucky boy" Laura cried.

Kate lifted him out of his wrist straps, and 
lay him on the floor, "Do we have to put a 
nappy on like a big baby?"

"No No, mummy" Owen cried, "I'm not baby, I'm 
big boy".

"But you went wee wee on Laura. Do you think 
Laura should go wee wee on you?"

"No No, mummy, no wee wee". But Laura had 
already reached under her mini and pulled her 
thong to one side. Kneeling over her two year 
old cousins head, she rubbed her lightly to 
help make the pee come.

"Your lucky, matey-chops", Laura 
laughed, "Laura doesn't have any wee wee for 
you just yet!"

Kate leaned over, and pointing to the clean 
folds of Laura's well trimmed pussy, and 
whispered to her son, "you know Laura is 
ticklish there".

Owen raised his chubby fingers and tried to 
tickle Laura's pussy. I don't think it did 
tickle, but Laura giggled anyhow.

As Kate helped Owen out of his wet toga, 
muttering, "well that didn't last long", Laura 
was drawn by the irresistible lure of torturing 
her kid brother.

She didn't even have to do anything, except 
loom up at him, and she got him wriggling far 
more than my foot caning. She leaned forward 
and with the flat of her tongue extended, 
slowly licked up the bare hollow of Jack's 
exposed armpit.

The shrill of his boyish screamy-laugh could 
have shattered cut-crystal and attracted dogs 
 from a wide radius.

She then collected the phlegm to the back of 
her throat, making that extremely unattractive 
noise. Jack flinched at that, thinking that 
Laura was going to gob on him, crying "Mummy 
make her stop". But Laura simply reached up on 
tip toes, so she was just tall enough to let 
the phlegm and spit roll out of her mouth and 
dribble on to his short spiky hair. For a 
moment it froze there. But then it began its 
stately dribble down Jack's forehead. Like a 
saliva lava flow heading to an undefended 
village, you knew it would roll over his right 
eye and down his cheek, and with no hands to 
wipe it away, there was nothing for him to do 
except pull a face of utter disgust.

Kate helped Sam down too - his arms were 
hurting, and he danced around the room in his 
flowing toga with his naked little brother, 
with a frolicking mum behind him, her bare 
boobs bouncing happily to themselves as she ran.

So suddenly Jack was feeling very exposed, as 
the only one left hanging, and faced with me, 
Laura and his Dad. "Whips? Weights? Pins? Pegs? 
Or Candles?" Anthony offered.

Jack "errrred" for a long moment.

"NAaaaa" toned Anthony. "Too long, what shall 
it be Mother?"

"Wait..." I said.

"Weights it is" cried Anthony before letting me 
finish and turned to go to the kitchen. 

"Mummmmmm" wailed Jack, I shrugged my shoulders.

Kate had caught Owen, and had laid him out on 
the floor, and buried her face in his cute 
little two year old bum, kissing it and blowing 
on it to make farty noises, and licking it 
across each cheek and up the crack. Owen was 
helpless with giggles.

Sam was watching, amused, waiting to be chased, 
when he spied Laura lurching towards him. Those 
four year olds can't half motor - up and over 
the back of the sofa, with no fear for his own 
safety.

But Laura grabbed a trailing arm and yanked the 
screaming child down on to the seat of the sofa 
and under her curvy teenage hot bod. Laura 
placed the palm of her hand over her left 
breast and lifted it up and out of its C cup. 
Instinctively, Sam lifted his face and clamped 
his lips around his big cousin's proud nipple. 
Some latent feelings of motherhood made Laura 
sigh softly (or some active feeling that your 
nipples are hot ... mine certainly were, I 
could feel them poke through the wide mesh of 
my teddy.)

I pushed myself against Jack's hanging body, 
and immediately felt something hard under his 
toga. I pressed my lips against my son's, and 
swayed my hips so that the hardness pressing 
against my tummy would be massaged by the slow 
swish of my body.

Children are crap kissers. It's one of the 
clues that they're only ready for childish sex, 
not the full-blown adult variety. But Jack 
kissed me back with surprising force. He hadn't 
quite learnt tenderness, but high marks out of 
ten for passion.

I love it my boy gets hard for me, though in 
fairness, he can get hard looking at the 
ceiling.

Anthony returned a little flustered, "I can't 
find the proper clamps". He held up the 
weights, some clothes pegs and some string. 

"Well let's not go hunting about now; I'm sure 
you can improvise." And I left him to it, and 
went round, reminding everyone to drink plenty, 
before settling down next to be sister and 
nudging her face so I could share in the divine 
soft fattiness of Owen's baby's bottom. 

'As soft as a baby's bottom' the phrase itself 
is dreamy. What mother hasn't run her face into 
their child's bottom? It's like ... well what 
is it like? Nothing else really, perhaps warm 
glass for its smoothness and a lightly whipped 
sponge cake for its springiness.

Kate had gently parted Owen's chubby little 
buttocks, and was lost in running her tongue up 
and down the crack, probing at his tight pink 
anus and sucking softly on his small hard 
scrotum. Her hand was underneath, slowly 
rubbing Owen's small stiff penis between her 
thumb and fore finger.

I nudged her, cheek to cheek, to let me share, 
my flat tongue replacing Kate's pointy tongue. 
I also draped a hand on the back of Kate's 
thigh, and began stroking the inside, down to 
her knee and slowly up until my fingers bounced 
against the soft mound of her warm pussy.

Kate turned and grinned at me, and we shared a 
slow tonguey wet kiss.

Jack yelped!

Anthony had taken his toga off and Jack was 
laying nude against the old rough door, hanging 
my his arms. Anthony had tired string round the 
base of Jack's cock and balls, and Laura was 
delicately looping small weights through the 
string, and letting the weights dangle.

"OHHHHhhh My God!" cried Kate, looking at my 
son. "He's a fucking Donkey!" covering her hand 
over her open mouth, "an absolute Donkey! When 
the fuck did that happen?"

Jack grinned as Kate ogled his erect 
manhood. "Actually it looks bigger 'cos he's 
still quite small and doesn't have much pubic 
hair" I tried to explain. But Kate brushed me 
aside.

"It looks big 'cos it IS big!" Kate stretched 
over and reached into Anthony's thong and 
pulled his cock out. Leading him by the cock, 
she took Jack's cock in her other hand and 
pulled them as close together as she 
could. "See" she exclaimed. And she was right, 
Jack's cock was longer than his father's cock - 
just by a little bit, but definitely longer. Of 
course, Anthony's cock was a lot fatter, but 
then Jack is only 12 and hasn't even passed 
puberty yet.

Absently, Kate stroked both cocks, as she 
looked at each in turn.

"Is this a private thing or are we all meant to 
measure up?" Robert loomed in the doorway. 

"Robert!"

"I'm meant to be a jogger. Anyone suggest 
anything athletic?" But not waiting for an 
answer, Robert took off his jogging top and 
scooped down his shorts and jock strap. You 
could see, even before it was erect, that 
Kate's husband was bigger than either my men. 

In a rush, he zoomed in on Kate's sexy arse. He 
pressed Kate up against Jack and moved behind 
her. Stroking his cock for a moment, he nodded 
at me to go down and work him up to full 
hardness. I kneeled in front of my brother-in-
law and lifted his plump cock into my wide 
mouth. He placed a hand on the top of my head 
and sighed long and slow as I sucked on him. 
With his other hand, he fiddled under the hem 
of Kate's loin cloth, and poked firmly around 
his wife's pussy, until his fingers, helped by 
Kate pushing her arse back, slid into her cunt. 

Kate kissed Jack and let my brother-in-law 
finger fuck her pussy until Robert was 
satisfied that I'd hardened him up to a full 
truncheon. You know, that hardness where you 
feel you could be knocked unconscious if you 
were hit by it. 

With a simple shove, Robert entered my sister, 
and started an energetic fuck from behind. Kate 
pushed back to receive his meat, making her 
slowly bend over more and more, until her head 
was hanging down, and she bent a little lower 
to take my son's erection in her mouth.

Robert was unrelenting: nothing clever, nothing 
fancy ... just fucking, fast fucking with an 
iron rod of a cock. 

Owen, who was watching, looked a little 
concerned. It look very rough, seeing his daddy 
pound into his mummy's rear end, hearing the 
grabbled gagging noises of his mummy's cock 
filled mouth; listening to the loud deep grunts 
of each of Robert's thrusts. I smiled a 
reassuring smile and winked at him.

It was a pile-driver performance, and abruptly 
Robert climaxed lifting Kate clean off her 
knees just by being impaled on his spunking 
cock and he pushed with all his 200Ibs into her 
skinny body.

Robert pulled out of Kate with a 'sccchlop' and 
Kate nearly fell over, catching herself on 
Jack, who yelped again at the extra weight 
tugging at his straining wrists.

Robert stroked his cock slowly, enjoying the 
feeling of post release. Kate had to sit down. 
Laura sat beside her, running her fingers down 
the insides of Kate's thighs, skating little 
circles in the cum that had already leaked out 
of her abused pussy, and running of cummy 
fingers over Owen's face, encouraging Owen and 
then Owen to lick their daddy's cum off Laura's 
fingers.

"Pee?" Robert offered.

"Yeah, piss the bitch up" I suggested, pointing 
playfully at my sister.

"No" she contradicted, "Jack, do Jack."

Robert pointed his plump cock up at his nephew. 
Jack, arms stretched up high, cock and balls 
weighted down, lay hanging from the old door. 
His face was pink with strain. His eyes were 
wide with expectation. 

We watched a dribble of cum lump its way out of 
the end of Robert's cock, pushed out by the 
urine behind it. Robert first pissed on the 
floor in front of Jack. Then on Jack's bare 
feet, then up Jack's slender legs. And finally 
up against Jack's cock and round his balls. 
Robert couldn't get his piss any higher... and 
he couldn't piss for long. It was that nasty 
bright yellow pee you get after being a bit 
dehydrated after exercising. 

Jack laughed and squirmed some more as his 
Uncle's acrid hot pee flowed over his groin and 
ran down his legs

Anthony helped Jack down. He'd had enough for 
now. And Kate took the break to put her little 
ones to bed before they got over tired.

Anthony couldn't get the string off round 
Jack's cock and balls, so had to take a knife 
to it. So Laura and I sat making how long would 
it take to get to hospital remarks while Jack 
stood very very still, until his Dad released 
him.

Kate returned. Anthony pounced, forcing her 
arms sharply up behind her back. With all her 
gym work, I'm sure she could have fought off 
the assault. She certainly had the muscle 
definition for it in her arms. So I think she 
let Anthony truss her wrists together, and then 
her ankles, and then tie her wrists to her 
ankles. And finally, gather up her small-of-the-
back length straight blond hair, wrap it in 
string, and then, pulling her head back hard, 
tying her hair to her wrists. 

Hog-tying our Kate did take a few minutes, and 
Laura and I, snuggled on the sofa, enjoying 
watching, were getting quite tipsy. Laura was 
touching me through the mesh of my teddy. But 
we were both enjoying watching Anthony go to 
work on Kate, as was Jack, who hovered around 
his Dad, lending a hand now and then.

Anthony stood to admire his handy-work, looking 
down at Kate, laying tits down on the floor, 
head dragged back by the hair, arms tied behind 
her back, feet pulled up to reach for her bound 
hands. "Duh!" he cried, "the gag I forgot the 
gag". He deliberately stepped on Kate's back as 
he went out to fetch one.

Jack, alone, standing over his auntie, watched 
by his mum and sister on the sofa, suddenly 
became a bit self-conscious. 

"Why don't you put that somewhere" I suggested. 
Jack's erection, a bendy banana of a cock, 
pointing up to his navel, gleamed with cock 
spit. He ran his hand up and down its admirable 
length. Suddenly he made his mind up, and 
crouched down above Kate's bum. He pushed the 
rope tying Kate's wrist to her ankles to one 
side (making Kate yelp). Placed his small hands 
flat on Kate's buttocks. Pulled them apart 
using the weight of his body to help. And ran 
his cock up and down along the crack of his 
auntie's arse. 

I don't know if he was searching for Kate's 
pussy. But he didn't find it. With a "Ohhh 
Jack" from Kate's mouth, he pushed his thin 
long uncut cock into Kate's yielding arsehole. 

It took quite a bit of shoving and 
Kate "ouching". I was going to lightly scold 
Jack for not using a condom like I'd told him 
to, but decided to have that discussion another 
day. Well it was a family party. Instead, I 
slid off the settee found the tube of KY in the 
toy bag, and taking a vibrator for myself, went 
over and slipped a jellied hand round my son's 
bone hard cock. 

It slid up Kate's bottom with one long slow 
push. "Thanks mum" Jack grinned. "Yeah, thanks 
mum" a cheeky Kate chipped in.

I returned to the sofa and my schoolgirl slut 
daughter, turned on the vibrator to a soft 
buzz, and worked it round Laura's panties, as 
we both watched Jack on top of his trussed up 
auntie, rotating his hips up and down to fuck 
Katie's firm arse. 

Anthony returned with a clutch of gags. "They 
were in the blanket box!" he exclaimed with an 
implicit question that no one (ie, me) could be 
bothered to answer (well were do you put 
yours?). 

He knelt in front of Kate, and pushed the 
bright red ball gag into her mouth. He had to 
tell Jack to stop arse fucking for a moment so 
that he could do up the buckle round the back 
of her head. Red suited her. As did the dribble 
leaking out of the corner of her mouth. 

Next he stood behind Jack, and wrestled a white 
golf-ball style gag (with lots of holes in it) 
into his mouth. In the struggle Jack fell out 
of his auntie. Anthony finished the job, and 
then reached down, and planted the purple head 
of Jack's cock back into the rose of Kate's 
greasy arsehole.

As Jack started working up his auntie's arse 
again, Anthony lumbered over the us with the 
final gag. Laura and I squirmed and struggled 
with each other, shouting "her, put it on 
her!". I finally got Laura in a head lock 
against my boobs, and Anthony pushed the soft 
spongy pink ball gag into her mouth. 

This really got him going, and quite roughly he 
spread Laura's fishnet legs, dragged the gusset 
of her thong over her arse (and pulled his one 
down his thighs), and mounted her.

I got up, and went to the toy box for a butt 
plug. It was at the bottom, of course. I 
returned to the sofa, and with a small dab of 
KY, and a bit of pushing passed my husbands 
pistoning genitals, placed it up Laura's arse. 
It took a bit of pushing. Laura wasn't really 
at the right angle, and Laura said "MMmmmm Mm 
MMMM" through the gag. But once up her arse, I 
knew it would make her father's fucking even 
more of a turn on.

But when it was in, I realised that the biggest 
turn on was obviously my son. He was really 
sticking it to his Auntie Kate. His face was 
flush with effort. His eyes stared down at 
Kate's bronzed bare back, and the arms twisted 
behind her. Kate, on her tummy, was in danger 
of carpet burns from the force of my son above 
her dragging her body up and down the carpet as 
his hard curved cock slipped in and out of her 
arse. 

Jack was relentless. I sat down by Kate's head, 
resting it in my thighs, so she was looking up 
at my pussy. She was flush too. Her eyes wide 
with pain and pleasure fighting for control of 
her body. Pleasure was winning out, but as some 
cost in pain. Each time Jack thrust his cock 
into her rectum, sitting on her bottom, using 
his whole 12 year old weight, you could see her 
flicker a wince. Through the gag I thought she 
said "he's really fucking me", but you'd have 
to be a dentist to be sure.

I stroked Kate's hair. It felt funny tied back 
and pulled tight - light the strings of a 
guitar. Anthony had done a impressively good 
job with it.

I pressed my pussy into my sister's face, and 
watched my son fuck her arse, and we both 
glanced over occasionally to watch Anthony's 
bottom rise and fall into Laura's groin. You 
couldn't see much of Laura, just her legs 
raised over Anthony's shoulders, and the black 
plastic square of the base of the butt plug 
sticking out of her arse.

Jack suddenly started making a funny noise. I 
looked into his eyes, and saw a look of 
desperation, of confusion, of losing control. 
He was fucking Kate's arse so hard, her face 
against my pussy was nearly knocking over 
backwards. I had to reach behind me to steady 
myself. Jack kept on squealing through his gag, 
and I wondered what was wrong. But he didn't 
stop. He only went faster and faster. And then 
it was like he was cumming. Like he was 
shooting his jizz up Kate's abused arsehole as 
his body bucked wildly, scrapping Kate along 
the floor from just the push of his cock. 

Jack slumped down on to Katie's back, making 
her wince again as his body crushed her arms 
tied behind her back, and pulled her head back 
even higher. 

Kate managed to work the gag out of her mouth 
(by dragging it against the carpet). "Check to 
see!" she cried, "Check to see!". 

"Check to see what?"

"Check to see if he came. It felt like he came. 
Check to see! Check to see!"

Perhaps I was being especially blonde at the 
moment. But it never occurred to me that my 
son, my little boy, was ejaculating for the 
first time. 

I'd watched him do it, right there in front of 
me, and it never occurred to me that that was 
what was happening. 

I'd seen the cum desperation in his eyes. 

I'd seen him make his own little eye-popping 
sex face. 

I'd seen him cum like I'd seen hundreds (who's 
counting) of men cum. And it never occurred to 
me that I was watching my son pass puberty. 

Not until Kate demanded that I check. And then 
I knew I didn't have to check. As soon as she 
put the idea in my head, I totally knew.

Jack, laying on Kate's back, looked up at me 
sheepishly, with a "wow" look in his far away 
eyes. I crawled over on my hands and knees to 
inspect Kate's bottom. I pushed her plump 
buttocks apart, and there, leaking from the 
tender pink rose of Katie's arsehole, were 
small creamy lumps of cum sliding down the tops 
of Kate's thighs.

I felt really churned. My son had had his first 
(?) orgasm and I hadn't recognised it. Me, his 
mum, who knew the moment he is off colour, who 
knows when he's unhappy but can't articulate 
it, who can read his face like an open book.

"Welllllll?" nagged an impatient sister. 

I dabbed a finger into some cum sliding down 
Kate's thigh, and offered it to her. Kate 
peered at it, sniffed it, flicked a cautious 
tongue to taste it. And then looked at me, 
jawed dropped, wide-eyed in surprise and wonder.

I ruffled a hand through Jack's short spiky 
hair. Jack blushed. I think he realised what 
he'd done, if the full import of it passed him 
by. I really would have to have that male 
responsibility chat with him.

Trussed Kate tried to reach her bottom with her 
tied up hands, but it was impossible. "More!" 
she insisted.

I knelt beside my sister and opened her soft 
buttocks with my hands, and pushed my face 
between her cushioning cheeks. I licked around 
her arse and tried to capture as much cum as I 
could. But most of it had turned into a clear 
smear of wetness down the crack of her arse.

I crawled round to Kate's head, and pressed my 
lips up against hers. Kate pushed her tongue 
into my mouth and tried to click out the taste 
of my son. I withdrew my mouth, stretched over 
her to reach my son's groin, where I could 
reach down and suck on his soft cock. His cum 
had already turned cold. I kissed Kate again.

Kate and I were sort of spell bound, caught in 
the magic of the moment. We almost ignored 
Anthony filling up our Laura with his spunk. We 
both glanced over for a moment to watch his 
trembling backside spasm between Laura's raised 
legs. But when he was empty, we turned back to 
gazing at each other, and at Jack.

"Was that the first time you're ..." I found 
the word strangely hard to say, "you've cum, 
darling".

Jack nodded.

"What?" asked Anthony, "What was that?"

Anthony unlocked himself from Laura, looking 
flush. Jack sat next to Katie, looking dazed. 
Robert jogged back into the room, panting.

"Can't stop!" he joked, running on the spot ... 
and then after no response, asked "What? What 
is it?"

"Jack's cum" Kate said.

"What?!" said Robert, not quite making the 
mental adjustment.

"Jack's cum" I repeated, "he's spunked, jizzed, 
shot his load ... you know, cum". 

"Oh" Robert said, "Blimey! Jack, you stud". He 
stepped over to Jack and raised the palm of his 
hand out, Jack reached up and high-fived his 
uncle - still dazed. "Who was the lucky bitch?"

Jack nodded at Katie. 

"Cool. Hey, You Are The Man!"

Jack grinned with pride. Even behind the gag 
forced into his mouth, you could see a cheesy 
grin.

Robert slapped Jack on the back. Anthony 
brought Jack a large glass of whisky, removing 
the gag. Wincing, Jack sipped it with his 
father. Laura and I struggled to untie Kate. 
Somehow it felt too weird to carry on with the 
sex party. 

Laura put some music on, and she and Kate, both 
nearly naked, danced tightly together, kissing 
as they danced. I sat on the sofa, feeling very 
weird. Feeling my last baby had just grown up. 
Anthony gave Jack more whisky, who quickly got 
quite tipsy.

He was going to get his full dose of manhood 
all in one shot! I went to cuddle my little 
boy, to press his head against my chest. But he 
wasn't my little boy any more, and wouldn't be 
ever again. 

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