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The following story is for ADULTS over the age of 18 years.
If you have not attained that age yet, then it is strongly
suggested you delete this message. This will be your only warning
concerning the contents of this work. It deals with the subject
of sex between an Adult and a Minor, and is for the sole purpose
of adult reading pleasure.
I am not the author of this work, but have agreed to send it to
the group for your entertainment and reading pleasure.
THE FREAK
By
The Viper
Part One
Mother and Son
Cindy Greeson came dragging in from work at 2:AM. She was
a Regestered Nurse in Charge of the Emergency Department
at Hollywell Community Hospital. It had been a dreadful night,
culminating in the the arrival of five people from a terrible auto
accident just before her shift had ended at 11:00 PM. They had
only been able to save three of the five, and the resulting paperwork
had been terrible.
Cindy went to the kitchen, where she found a note fron her 13 year
old son, Terry, stating he had made sandwiches for her, and they
were in the frige. She opened the refridgerator and looked in, and
there were two Ham Sandwiches in ziplock bags made just the way
she liked them. There was also a can of Vanilla Coke sitting
next to them, with a note. "Enjoy, Mom. I hope your night went
well for you, Love Terry."
Cindy removed the sandwiches and coke, and after kicking
off her shoes, went in and sat down in the recliner to eat.
Terry reminded her so much of her late husband, who had been
killed two years earlier in a Car accident. He'd been hit by a drunk
driver on his way home from work, and had died at the scene.
There were so many things she say in her son that reminded her of her
husband, and above all else, it was Terry's thoughtfullness about her
that made her miss her husband all the more.
The next morning, after a long night's sleep, Cindy got up still tired,
knew there were still a lot of things that needed to be done to
catch up from the previous week. Washing clothes was one of
those tasks. When she had gone into the kitchen to get a cup of
coffee, she found a note from Terry, saying he had gone to the
park to watch the Modle Speed Boats race, something he and
his Dad used to do every weekend his Dad had been off.
Going up to Terry's room, she picked up his clothes hamper
and took it down to the wash room and began sorting out his
dirty clothes in preparation for washing. Going through all of his
pants pockets to make sure he hadn't left anything in them before
she washed, she came across several folded pieces of paper
jammed in one of his rear pockets. Setting them aside, she started
the first load, and picking up the papers, she went back into the kitchen
and refilled her coffee cup, then sat down and began to unfold the
notes and out of curiosity, read them.
"Terry, you're a fucking freak. You're not built like normal people!"
"Hey Donkey Dick, Why don't you find a horse to fuck."
"You're a fucking freak, Terry. No girl will ever want to date you
after they've seen your dick."
Cindy looked at the four unfolded notes, and immediately felt
anger rise up in her throat. She suddenly realized what had been
happening to her son, and the reason why he'd begun to draw into
himself over the past year. So many things had suddenly made
sense to her now. Picking up the notes, she placed them in her
pocket, so she could discuss them with Terry when he came home
from the park. She needed to make him understand there was
nothing wrong with him.
It was later in the afternoon before Terry finally returned home,
and it was evident from the look on his face he was not the
usual happy go lucky kid Cindy always saw. Something was
weighing heavily on his mind, and she needed to have him tell
her what it was.
Gathering herself up, and taking a deep breath, she asked her
son to come into the front room and sit down.
"What's up, Mom?" Terry inquired.
Reaching into her pocket, Cindy removed the four notes and
handed them to him.
"Tell me about these, Terry. I found them in your pants pocket
when I was getting your clothes ready for washing." Cindy said.
Terry's face suddenly blanched at seeing the four once folded
up notes he'd found in his locker. They had been only a few of
such notes he'd found shoved in his locker over the school year.
"Terry, don't try and tell me they're nothing. I'm not blind. I have
seen how they've effected you in the way you behave and how
you've drawn into yourself. Talk to me honey. Tell me what's
going on," Cindy remarked.
"There's not much to tell, Mom. They started finding their way
into my locker right after the school year started. I've been
getting them for a long time. I just try and ignore them," Terry
replied, his eye's downcast.
"You need to know right now, honey, you're no freak! Is that
understood? What is this business about Donkey Dick?" She
asked, already having a preconception of what they were
referring to.
"Ah, Mom, let's just forget it, OK? It ain't about nothing,"
Terry remarked. It was evident he was not only very
uncomfortable, but embarrassed also.
"Terry, that is not about to happen. I'm not a fool. I can
see how this is effecting you. So I want you to talk to me.
Ever since you were just a little boy, I've always told you,
you could come to me and talk to me about anything. I realize
you think you are too big to talk to me about sex and
related matters, but that is not the case. Have you forgotten,
I work around people with serious problems every night?
There is nothing you can tell me, or show me, that is going
to shock me, honey. I've seen, and heard it all," Cindy
remarked, trying to reassure her son. Not tell me about
this business of being called Donkey Dick."
"It started the first time we had P.E. When we went to the
showers, everyone started laughing and talking about me,
and the size of my penis. At first, they just called me a
horse, then someone said I had a dick the size of a donkey.
Ever since, everyone has called me donkey dick, and I hate
it. I can't help it I'm so big, and it hurts when all my
supposed friends make fun of me, especially when there are
girls around," Terry explained, tears welling up in his eyes
and spilling down his cheeks.
Of course it does, honey. These supposed to be friends
don't care if they are hurting you by these crass remarks.
As long as they are picking on someone else, then it makes them
feel big. Well, I have news for you. It only shows how
immature they are. Surely, you can't be that much bigger than
the rest of the boys your age," Cindy remarked.
"Yeah, Mom, I am. In fact, I'm probably four times bigger than
any boy in the school," Terry explained.
"Terry, if that's the case, you may have a penile tumor, which
would explain the abnormal growth. If that's the case, it is
something that can be corrected. Take your pants down, and
let me examine you. If it is a tumor, I'll have Betty at the
Hospital check you and see what can be done," Cindy
remarked.
"Mom! I can't do that," Terry complained. "You're my Mom,"
Terry complained.
"Yeah, well I'm also a Nurse young man, and I know what I'm
talking about. So strip those pants down and let me see if you
do have something wrong," Cindy ordered.
Reluctantly, Terry stood up, and with a red face, began to
remove his pants and underwear. When he had pushed them
down to around his knees, he looked at her and said, "Please
don't make fun of me, Mom."
"Terry Sommers! You know better than that. Don't you
ever say something like that to me again. I would never do
anything that would cause you harm. Now you get you butt
over here and let me check you this instant," Cindy said sternly.
Cindy couldn't believe her eyes when her son stood in front
of her, and had lifted up his shirt. His cock hung down in the
flacid position at least seven inches, and was bigger around than her
husband's had been when he was hard. She couldn't imagine
what size it grew to when he had a hard on. There was a small
patch of dark curley hair at thr root, and he had two very large
testicles hanging down beneath it.
Reaching out, she placed her fingers underneath his nuts and
felt of the shaft, then began to gently move upward. When she
had reached his nuts, she carefully checked each one for any
sign of nodules, but found none. Then, slowly, she began to
run her fingers down the length of his now rapidly hardening
shaft of cock flesh, seeking out any signs of irregularities. By the
time she had reached its head, her breath caught in her throat.
Her son's cock had to be at least nine to nine and a half inches long,
and a good four to five inches around its girth. It was standing
straight up, and she could feel each beat of his heart with her
hand. Removing her hand, she looked at it closely, noting there
was no curvature of any kind.
"Terry, I can't feel anything, but you got hard so quickly, I was
unable to finish checking you. Now I want the truth, and no crap,
understood? How often do you jack off?" Cindy asked.
"Mom!" Terry exclaimed.
"I want the truth, Terry. How often you jack off, tells me how
often you release hormones that can effect the growth of your
peter. Now how often do you do it?" Cindy asked.
"I-I don't, Mom. I've always heard you weren't supposed to do
that. I didn't want to get into trouble," Terry replied, still carrying
a pink hue on his face.
"Well, in that case, I can tell you straight out honey, that's an old
wives tale, and all bullshit. Everyone does it. It's natural, and a
natural way of releasing the build up of sperm and testosterone
your body begins making when you start changing into an adult,"
Cindy explained.
"Really, Mom?" Terry asked, a look of shock on his face.
"Yes, really, honey. If someone tells you they don't, then they're
lieing out their butt. It's a normal function. I'm surprised you haven't
already learned how. But that's all right. I'm going to teach you.
I used to love to jack your dad off, and he was pretty fond of it,
too," Cindy remarked shakily.
"But-but why would you do that? You were married, so why not
have sex?" Terry asked, confused.
"Because, my precious son, there are many ways to have sex, and
fucking is only one of them. Now go and get me a couple of paper
towels," she remarked, her still youthful body on fire from the need
of climax almost shaking.
As Terry pulled up his pants and headed for the kitchen, Cindy
reached down and cupped her mound. It seemed like it was on
fire, and she could easily feel the juices beginning to flow out of
her throbbing vagina. She needed to cum badly, but for the
moment, it was going to have to wait. Her son's problem had to
come first.
Terry returned with two paper towels and handed them to his Mom.
Cindy moved his around so she was sitting next to his side, and gently
reached out and encircled his hot, throbbing, cock shaft with her
shaking hand. "Now pay attention to what I'm doing, Terry, so you'll
know what to do from now on, OK?" Cindy remarked, as she slowly
began to pump her hand up and down the length of his huge member.
Terry reached down and grabbed her wrist. "Mom, unless you were
lieing to me, why don't you jack off with me, and we can both feel
better?" Terry said, enjoying the feeling of his Mom's hand on his
hard as steel cock.
Cindy knew she was caught. If she didn't, he would certainly think
she'd been lieing to her. If she did, she would be breaking a
great taboo. But at that moment, she was so hot, she didn't care.
"OK, Terry, but you have to promise me now, you will never
breathe a word of this to anyone, is that understood?" She said,
working hard at controling her need to rip her clothes off and
begin stroking her hardened clit.
"Of course, Mom. I don't want anyone to know we shared something
so special as this. This is something you and I will be able to
do together, and no one can ever take it away from us. If it is as
important as you say it is, then we need to do it on a regular
basis, if you don't mind that is," Terry remarked, feeling as if
his body were going to explode.
"OK, Terry. While I go and lock the doors, you go to my bedroom
and wait for me. I'll be there in just a minute." Cindy said, as she
got up and headed for the two doors to lock them.
Cindy walked into her bedroom and saw Terry standing there now
completely nude. He was a striking example of a wellperportioned
young man. But her eyes instantly centered on his jutting cock, and
she again felt her pussy spasm in need.
"Have you ever seen a nude woman before, Terry? You know,
like in the men, magazines?" Cindy asked, hurriedly beginning
to remove her clothes.
"No," he replied.
"Would you like too?" She asked.
"Oh yes, Mom. I've heard a lot about what they look like,
but I've never seen anyone," Terry replied.
With trembling fingers, Cindy hurried in her removal of her
clothes, until she was down to her Bra and Panties, which
were now sopping wet in the crotch. Reaching behind her, she
undid the bra, and let it spring free, then shrugged her shoulder's
and let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Her large
tits were capped with large aeroles, and two very erecr nipples.
"Do my breasts look good, Terry?" She asked, seeing his
eyes beginning to devoure them.
"They're beautiful, Mom," he replied, as his cock jerked and
slapped against his hard abdomen.
Then slowly reaching down, she hooked her thumbs into the
waisband of her panties, and pushed them down over her hips,
exposing her shaved pussy cleft and slit. "Does my pussy
look good, too, Terry?" She asked, pushing them down past her
lnees, and letting them drop around her ankles in a heap, then
stepping out of them.
"Oh God, yes. You're the most beautiful woman in the world,
Mom. I bet there are a lot of men who would like to do it to
you. You are so beautiful," Terry said, his breath catching in
his throat.
Cindy went to the bathroom, removed a towel and returned.
Placing it on the bed, she climbed up on the bed and very
slowly turned over, giving him time to see and check out her
curvacious butt cheeks. When she was on her back, she
moved a pillow down and shoved it under her head.
Then evere so slowly, she drew her legs up and rested her
heels on the edge of the bed. With a slow, deliberate
movement, she began to separate her knees until they were
almost at right angles to her body, feeling the small, wet,
lips of her pussy open up and expose her inner lips and her
clit and vagina.
Reaching down with both hands, she gently began to move the
outer labia back and forth, then spreading them even further
apart. "Can you see my pussy alright, Terry?" She asked in
a strained voice, her breathing come rapid.
"Oh yes. It's beautiful," he replied, feeling like his hard cock was
going to explode.
Carefully bringing her finger over it, she began to gently rub the
hardened, exposed tip of her clit, causing her hips to jerk. "This
is my clit, baby. This is where all of my sensation is located,
and when I rub it, it is what makes me cum off. That's the same
as when you squirt your Gizz out." she moaned, then slipping
two fingers down, she slowly ran them around the opening of
her vagina. "This is my vagina. This is where a man sticks his
cock up into and fucks a woman, and where he shoots all of
his hot Gizz." She then slowly pushed her two fingers inward,
they disappeared deep into her body, as her hips raised up off
of the bed, and she experienced a mini orgasm.
'Now I want you to start rubbing that big peter of yours like
I showed you. When you feel like you can't take any more
of the wonderful sensation you'll feel, keep rubbing it, and
tell me you're going to squirt your juice, OK?" Cindy asked,
watching him slowly wrap his hand around his jutting cock, and
begin to slowly stroke it up and down.
Frantically rubbing her clit, Cindy felt like the walls of her pussy,
and her womb were disentergrating and running out of her
pussy. Her body began to jerk, to twist and thrust, as her first
cum hit her like a freight train, and her mind seemed to explode
into a million stars. Her movements became savage, as the long
needed release overwhelmed her. "I'm-I'm Cummiinnngggg for you
Terrryyyyy," she moaned horsely. "I'm-I'm juiccinnggg offfff for
youuuu."
As Terry watched his mother begin convulsing, and thrashing
around on the bed, he was suddenly worried she may have had
something go wrong, and was experiencing some kind of a
seizure. He stood there, with his eyes wide, and his hand now still
on his cock. He was just about to reach over and ask if she was
going to be OK, when her whole body arched up and only her
head and heels were touching the bed. She now had two fingers
enbedded deeply inside of her pussy and she was shaking. But
after a minute, she collapsed back on the bed unmoving, taking
in deep lung fulls of air.
"Are you Ok, Mom?" Terry asked, fright in his voice.
"Oh yeah, baby. I haven't cum like that for thirteen years. The last
time I came like that, your dad was shooting you up inside of my
pussy on our wedding night," she weakly smiled at him.
"Do you always cum like that, Mom?" He asked, so he'd know
the next time she did it, she was going to be OK.
"Not like that. It takes something very special to make me
cum like that baby. Just seeing that huge peter of yours, and seeing
you jacking off, really tripped my trigger. But now, I want you
to jack off and show me how you can squirt," she replied.
Slowly beginning to move his hand up and down his extended shaft of
cock meat, he suddenly said, "Mom, if you liked jacking dad off,
would you like to jack me off, too?"
"Are you sure, honey? I'd love to jack you off, but only if it's OK
with you," she replied, sitting up on the edge of the bed, looking
into his shining eyes.
"Absolutely, Mom! I'd love for you to jack me off, and make me shoot
my juice out. Do you think I'll shoot very much?" Terry asked.
"I don't know, baby, but what do you say we find out?" Cindy said
with a smile, and she reached out and gently encircled his cock shaft.
She noticed the small pearl of clear liquid that had leaked out of the
little hole in the center of his cock head. Slowly and gently, she began
to run her hand up and down the length of his jutting cock. She could
feel every beat of his heart in the large vein that ran down the top of
his cock. She figured it wasn't going to take long, and he'd be shooting
like old faithful, and she wasn't wrong. After about ten pumps of her
warm hand, Terry told her he was feeling a strange sensation at the base
base of his peter. She told him he was getting ready to shoot, and not
to worry about it.
Then suddenly, he clenched his ass cheeks, and told her something was
happening deep inside of his cock. A moment later, Cindy felt his
peter swell up even more, then a two foot long string of white, pearly
looking cum exploded out of the little hole in his cock head. It flew
up into the air even with the top of her head, and gently arched down to
splatter on her left tit. It was immediately followed by rope after rope
of his seed, all flying up into the air and then arching down and landing on
various parts of Cindy's shaking body. After the sixth or seventh long
rope of his cum had exploded out, they began to wane, and finally
dribble across her pumping hand, as he continued to jerk his hips up
against her moving hand.
Finally, after the fantastic sensation had finally died down, Terry let his
body relax, and almost collapsed where he stood. "My God, honey!"
Cindy remarked, her eyes now large with surprise. "I didn't know
anyone could shoot that much cum at one time. You must have
squirted five times as much as your dad used to. And what is so
surprising, is the fact you haven't lost your hardon. Which means you
still have plenty left to shoot again. Would you like me to show you
another way to make you shoot off?"
"Oh yeah, Mom. I never felt anything so fantastic in my life, as
when I was squirting my juice out. How do want to make me
shoot this time?" He inquired.
"First, let me get us cleaned up, then I'll show you another way
your dad like to come also," Cindy remarked, getting up and
headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up. Terry followed her,
and after she'd used a warm washcloth and cleaned him all up,
she went about removing the puddles of his cum from all over
her body. She still couldn't believe how much he'd managed
to shoot.
When they were all cleaned up again, and Cindy was again sitting
on the edge of the bed, she looked at him, and asked, "Have you
ever heard of a blow job, honey?"
"No. What's that supposed to do?" He asked.
"I'll show you in just a minute. But for right now, have you ever heard
the expression eating pussy?" She asked, feeling her pussy clench at
the very thought.
"No. I don't understand what eating pussy means," he replied.
"OK. For the moment, let me show you what a blow job is all
about, then, if you're up to it, I'll teach you all about eating
some hot pussy. How does that sound?" Cindy inquired.
"Great, mom! What do I have to do?" Terry inquired.
"I want you to jack off again with me, but this time, when you start
to feel that wonderful sensation, you tell me, OK, and I'll do all of the
rest?" Cindy explained, lying back down and beginning to rub her
hard clit again. She knew she was going to have to pace herself, as
she was only a hair away from cumming again.
It took a little longer than the first time, but Terry finally told her he
was beginning to feel that great feeling again. Cindy immediately
sat up, and removing his hand, leaned over and took as much of
his peter into her mouth as she could, and began sucking up and
down its length.
The second he felt the hot encasement of his mother's mouth
surround his cockhead, and begin sliding up and down, she felt his
nuts draw up, and he began to shoot long ropes of his cum
into her waiting, sucking mouth. The sensation was so great, Terry
almost collapsed, and found it necessary to hold onto her
shoulders for support, to keep from falling to the floor from his
rubbery legs.
As Cindy felt the forcefull ejaculations into the back of her throat,
she knew inside, somewhere down the road, she was going to
have to fell that huge cock deep inside of her pussy, as it pulsed
out those long ropes of his cum. But for the moment, she would
have to be satisfied with what they were doing. She also knew,
she needed to take Terry in and have her very close friend
Doctor Peggy Fasters check him out. Of course, she also knew
Peggy well enough to know, when she say Terry's peter, she was
also going to want a piece of the action, and Cindy certainly
couldn't blame her. She would see if she could have a private talk
with her friend the following day at work.