As with all people, my dreams are an extension of my id, a projection of my innermost desires. I never had any idea what form they may take, from what perspective I might view them from, or what deviant invocation might be exposed to me. I always remembered my sex dreams and that was the only thing that really bothered me. Sometimes they exposed a side of me that was hard to face, and sometimes they hit the mark too perfectly. But they usually always left me with the remnants of a wet dream in my underwear. My name’s David, please don’t wake me as you listen in.

….. as I opened my eyes…. there was an intrusion in my mouth. Something that seemed like… I was trying to push it away with my tongue. I fought to open my eyes to see what it was, but I wasn’t quite awake enough yet. I could barely make out a voice talking to me, but wasn’t aware of what it was saying.

I felt whatever was at my lips pushing into my mouth. I thought that maybe I was at the dentist’s and just coming out of gas, but what was being pushed into me? I felt a hand on my forehead and was suddenly gagged by whatever was in my mouth. I forced my eyes to open and it was dark. I started to grasp what was happening to me, but I couldn’t figure out where I was, or if I was a willing part of all this. The hand on my forehead was holding my head still and keeping me from seeing who was over me. But I definitely had a man’s cock working it’s way into my mouth.

Someone from behind the man spoke and it appeared to be my mother. She was telling the man to go easy with me until I was awake. My right hand was in my crotch and I felt for my own cock. I was a male for sure, but my age was still in question. I felt very hard, yet much smaller than the man I knew I was in the light of day.

My mother called the man by the name Donny and told him he had twenty minutes with me. I heard a door shut and I suddenly had a memory. I was at home in my bedroom and had been asleep. My mother was an alcoholic and out of work. My father had disappeared long ago. This guy that had his cock in my mouth was the second man she had brought home from a bar with her. The first one had been extremely drunk, as was mother, and she explained to me at the time that she had found out that boys my age had a value to certain men. And she decided that it was time that I helped pay the rent.

The man had been given free reign to take a blowjob from me anyway he needed to. In my dream I didn’t have a fear of being gay, nor of my mother finding out. So, when the man started to force my mouth over his cock and demanding that I suck it off, my only fear was getting a beating for not complying. As soon as I started to capitulate, he let up on me and I saw my mom was still watching. They talked about me as if I wasn’t even there and mulled over what a ‘roll in the hay’ with me would be worth to other men. I couldn’t believe that she was contemplating on letting other men force me into this position again.

The first man had been very abrupt with me, couldn’t have cared less what I had to say, and threatened to beat my ass every time I went to speak. I was forced to suck his cock, and then bath his balls for him. When he had first come into my room, he played his cock around my mouth and lips. Now he pulled me from my bed and I was only in my underwear. In my dream, I had been a virgin to these actions and knew nothing about what I was doing. So, when it came time for him to cum, both he and my mother demanded that I eat it for him. I refused to allow him to do that to me, but he was much larger than myself and very wasted. I didn’t make it easy for him and most of it spilled from my mouth, but in his state he had thought he had succeeded. I remember it being a toss up between which was nastiest; the fact that a man had just cum in my mouth, or the fact that I actually had been forced to swallow a little of it.

Perhaps the worst part of that first time, and the reason mother decided to continue to cuckold me, was right after the man had finished with me she saw my boner sticking out in my shorts. She proclaimed to the man that I obviously hadn’t minded working for the rent as much as she feared I might.

Now I had Donny, my second guy from the bar, jamming his cock into my mouth. I was still in bed and he was standing beside it, coaxing me into performing for him as he so desired. He told me to do a better job because he had paid fifty bucks for me and wanted his money’s worth. What he must have been too drunk to understand was that I wasn’t doing anything. He had simply started using my mouth and I hadn’t been able to stop him. And after the talk mother and I had after the first man, I knew she considered this my part of paying the bills now.

I was disgusted with my mother setting my up to do this without any consideration as to whether or not I wanted to be placed in this situation. But she was an alcoholic and didn’t spend much time thinking about other people. I sort of agreed with her that I was old enough to pitch in now, but this certainly wouldn’t have been the way I would have chosen.

Donny never let up on me and held my head in his hands as if it were a melon that he was fucking. Realizing I wasn’t going anywhere until he was done with me, I concentrated on trying to find out just what a man’s cock was all about. The first time I had been too scared to think of anything, but not having a role this time other than providing an open mouth, I took the time to feel the intrusive object gagging me and wetting my mouth. When it became obvious that he was ready to cum, I tried closing my throat off and took a taste of the sloppy mess he was making in my mouth. It wasn’t as bad as stated on the playground, but it was still just as nasty of a thing to do as said. Allowing a man to turn me into his cocksucker was about the most embarrassing thing a kid could have happen to him. I knew that if mother kept this up that I had to be sure to never talk about it to anyone. I had to pretend it just wasn’t happening.

When the drunk pulled away from my mouth, his mess drooled from me as well. He pulled his pants up and I saw him open my bedroom door again. Mom was standing there and told the man to bring me out into the living room for a talk. I guess he figured I couldn’t talk or understand language, because he grabbed my arm and dragged me into the other room, still only in my underwear. My own arousal was still plainly in view and mother pointed it out to the man. He was amused that the kid he had just used for a blowjob had a hardon over it. He came over to me and stripped my shorts off me, and I instantly tried to cover myself from my mother’s eyes. I had never been exposed to her before and it would have been embarrassing enough without the boner.

They started to talk about if I had been worth the money and Donny stood behind me to play with my privates as they discussed this. My mom was watching him fondling me and twisted her jaw in an obvious lust to be his voyeur. My prick was getting worked by his fingers in a very rough manner that almost hurt. My mom wanted to know if he thought other men would want to pay for me and I was shocked to hear him answer so quickly.

“Men would love a shot at this guy’s mouth. And they’d probably would even love to play with this little prick as well. I paid for him, didn’t I?”

Donny said he had to get going and smudged a kiss against my mother’s mouth. I started to head for my room, but mother stopped me. Her tone halted me in my footsteps and despite being totally nude I obeyed. My mom was never one for closeness with me since I reminded her of my father, but now she was patting the couch next to her. I told her I would get some clothes on, but her voice quickly let me know I was her plaything for the moment and that I should obey her immediately.

When I sat next to her on the couch, she put her hand on my leg and told me how I had done a fine job for Donny. She said she was proud of my contribution toward paying the rent and slid her hand up my thigh. In her less than sober posture, she tried to fix her eyes on mine as she slid her hand up to cup my balls and most of my prick. I pushed on her hand to get it away from me, but it didn’t move. I told her how awkward I felt with my own mother’s hand feeling me up. She got mad at me, pushed me over the side of the couch and said, “I knew you only liked men, you little bitch. That had to come from your father.”

I thought about how if this is how she treated him, maybe that was why. I hurried off to my bedroom and crawled back into bed. It wasn’t a minute later that she came in and was obviously still mad at me. She told me that since I was such a little cocksucking faggot that she would make sure I did my part to pay the rent. She told me that if I wanted to fight about it that I could do it with my ‘men’, that men always liked a little fight in their cocksuckers.

When the door shut, I closed my eyes and it was instantly the next night. I was in bed again and I hadn’t been able to go to sleep after what had happened the night before. I knew mom was out drinking again and she had been pissed off at me so much the few times I saw her during the day that I knew I should be ready to expect anything. As I thought about Donny the night before and what I had woken up with him doing to me, I got a boner. I was pissed that perhaps my mom was right when she had called me a faggot. As embarrassing as it was to give a man a blowjob, here I was hard over thinking about it. I wondered if she had been serious about me helping to pay rent by the way she had implied the night before and what would I do if she were. I still had to face my friends. The only thing that made me feel that such a secret might be kept hidden is that her drunken drinking partners would never be around anyone I knew.

I started wondering if because I had successfully sucked off two different men if mom was right? Did the ability to make a man cum make me into a sissy? I know just the thought of seeing a girl doing nearly anything made me horny, but as I was fingering the hardon in my underwear, I caught myself thinking only about sucking off the two drunks my mother had brought home with her. Like most kids, I had wondered what it would be like, but I never really expected to find out.

My train of thought disappeared suddenly with the banging shut of the front door of our house. She was home and I instantly hoped she was alone. Since I had been asleep both times before, I had no idea how long it might take her to send a guy in if there was one with her. My bedroom door banged open and it was very obvious that mother had gone even farther than normal with the alcohol. She blatted to me to wake up and come into the living room. I hesitated, pretending to be asleep. She screamed at me to wake up and out of fear I got out of bed and followed her. I was ordered to sit on the couch and when I didn’t do it fast enough for her, she shoved me back until I had to.

She stood in front of me and weaved around as she took a good look at me.

“I have some work for you to do. He’ll be along any minute. I talked this guy into a hundred and twenty bucks for your puny ass, so you better do as he says. Got me?”

I started to beg her not to make me do this again, but she replied that I was a useless faggot just like my dad had been. She had called him that so often that I sort of considered him to be gay, not that he wouldn’t have had a good reason to be around mom. I really didn’t like her calling me a faggot or sissy, but I knew better than to talk back to her when she was drunk. She was quick to hit in that condition and I didn’t want a backhander.

“I learned a new name for you tonight”, she said. “I was told that selling you off made me a pimp, But when I told the guy I did it more just to piss you off for reminding me of your father, he told me that made you my cuckold. You know what a cuckold is, sissy?”

I shook my head and waited for her to berate me further by telling me.

“It’s when a person makes another person provide sex for the pure humiliation of it. And when I think of all the damn bills your worthless father stuck me with, all I see in you is his faggot ass face. So, what do you think of what your father did to you now?”

I got pissed that she blamed him for everything, and even more that she was punishing me for her perception of what he did to her. I was about to have a verbal go at her when she reached forward and yanked my underwear off my legs. She groped my limp prick menacingly and tugged on it until it hurt. I tried pushing her hands away from me and called her a bitch. Even before it left my lips, I was sorry for letting it slip out. She brought her hand back to slap my face, but I garnered a reprieve when there was a loud knock at the door. Instead of following through with the slap, she said, “This guy will set you straight. I’m gonna watch him turn you into the little fucking sissy you are.”

She hollered for the man to come in and stood in front of me so I couldn’t cover myself with anything but my hands. The guy was big and smiling as soon as he saw my predicament. He laughed at me being nude and told me to remove my hands from in front of me. When I didn’t, my mom held both of my wrists out to my side. The man reached between my legs and grabbed my limp prick. He made several disparaging remarks about my lack of manhood, and fingered me until I grew hard for him. As soon as I developed an erection, my mom told him, “See, I told you he loved men. Take him into his bedroom and show him what you told me about being a cuckold.”

The man smiled an evil grin and reached for my arm. His grip alone hurt my arm so much that I offered little resistance to him. He asked which way to my bedroom and my mom told me to show him the way. He held me in front of him and I had to lead the way to my room. I felt so tiny next to his size and knew that he was going to be the third man I sucked off. This time though, I was wide awake and had time to get nervous as hell. I was pushed on the bed and he stood in front of me. This time my mother was right there and was obviously going to watch what he did. For some reason that magnified my embarrassment ten fold.

He demanded that I take off his clothes and I felt so weird as I stood to do it. Unbuttoning his shirt made me feel just as much of a sissy as my mom had been referring to me as. I tried to beg him not to make me do this, but I was again ordered to do as I was told and if I talked again, I’d get a beating. Pulling his shirt away I became fearful of what he was going to show me about being a cuckold. The price my mother had commanded from him also made me nervous since it was more than twice what I knew Donny had paid to abuse me the night before. When his shirt was off, I knelt to take off his shoes. Both of them were saying demeaning things to me about being such a sissy and faggot. I got very worried when the man told me that he was going to make me his personal little cocksucker so he could have at me whenever he wanted to. That meant he was already planning on putting me through all this again, repeatedly.

I stopped undressing him when it came to his pants. I just couldn’t keep going. That was a big mistake. He grabbed my chin hard and held me still in front of him as he worked his own pants down. As soon as he was exposed, he pulled me by my chin down until I was right in front of his cock. He pulled down on my chin as his other hand pushed back on my forehead, forcing my mouth to open. He moved his cock around until it was in front of my open mouth, and shoved it into me. His hands swiftly moved to the back of my head and he held me tight to his cock. It was harder than any cock I’d ever seen except for my own on an occasion. But his cock was much thicker, and covered in thick veins, so it felt very rippled as he worked it in and out of my mouth.

I started whimpering over his treatment of me, and mother thought it was so funny. She told the guy that I loved semen and that he would be delighted to see how fast I swallowed his load. That was a lie, because I barely allowed any down my throat before, but I guess the men bragged that they had forced me to do it. The thought of holding still for a man to do that to me was a total gross out. My new name seemed to be “little fucker”, because that was how the guy raping my mouth kept referring to me. That was what he called me when he told me to suck the head of his cock. I never did anything on my own before, but when I started obeying him, I thought to myself that the head of his cock really didn’t seem nearly as bad as him shoving the whole thing at me. It was wild exploring features that I had only seen close up on myself before. But his head was a hell of a lot bigger than mine.

He was teaching me just how he wanted it done and all the while my mother kept taunting me over what he was getting me to do for him. It didn’t matter that I had absolutely no choice, she took every little thing I did as a sign of willingness. The two of them started talking about what I was in store for in the near future. They were talking about making at least several hundred dollars off me each week by selling me to other men. But even as I was feeling utterly horrified at what their plans for me were, I noticed I had started gripping the base of his cock in my hand and was actually working the head of his cock pretty well. I was even slipping my tongue through his pee hole and feeling his slimy precum oozing from it.

After hearing several more tormenting ideas bantered from the two of them, I got a slight slap on the back of my head and told to do a better job. He insisted I use both hands on him and put a lot more effort into getting him off. Fearing their drunken status, I renewed my efforts and let my eyes close as I wandered away in my mind. I pretended the cock head in my mouth was a girls nipple and worked it over with my tongue really well. I felt his cock grow slightly bigger, and then his hands went back to my head and he started forcing the length of himself into my mouth. I knew he was getting ready to cum and I tried to brace myself for the idea of catching his cum in front of my mother.

My mother got all enthusiastic when she saw him getting ready to cum and shouted orders for the both of us. She called me a successful cuckold that would be paying the rent in no time on my own, and that I was going to be picking up my own men soon. I didn’t like what I was hearing at all and felt tears welling up in my eyes as the man pumped harder and deeper at me. She told the man that she hadn’t seen me eating cum before, so she wanted him to show me a good time. I tried shaking my head in revulsion, but his grip had become too tight. I tried to relax when his strokes into my mouth started hurting, but it was hard knowing that he was almost ready to cum.

It was then that he did something different from the other two men. He stopped stroking in a fast manner, went very slow, but as deep as he could force himself. When he stopped altogether, he had pushed himself as far to the back of my throat as he could. I was puzzled over why he was holding so still, until I felt the first warm spurt from his cock. I struggled to get away from him, but he had placed himself in the perfect spot at the back of my throat to force his cum right down my throat. I gagged and choked on it as I felt his slimy mess being forced past the point I would be able to cough it up. All I could do was hold my breath, relax my head, and hope he finished with me quickly.

I wanted to die when I heard him exclaiming to my mother, “There’s nothing better than relieving yourself in a kid’s mouth like this.” He grunted several times while finishing. I was out of breath and struggled to get away from the intrusive member in my mouth. As soon as he let me free from it, I coughed the sloppiest cough of my life as I tried to clear my airway to breathe. I was blowing bubbles made of cum as I gulped for air. When my mom laughed seeing his cum frothing from my mouth and nose, I understood just how much she was enjoying all this. Having watched him assaulting my mouth had turned her on, made her giddy, and even sobered her up a little.

She touched the man on the back of his head, telling him that she wanted to get something from him now. When they started kissing, I tried to leave the room. The man ordered me to stay and to sit on the backside of the bed. He shortly thereafter pushed my mother onto her back right beside me, and began making out with her. They both struggled to get her out of her clothes. When her bra came off, I was amazed at the sight of her tits so close to my face. I had seen them a couple of times before during drunken episodes, but now I could see every element of them. When she caught me looking at them, she said, “Awe, how sweet. My baby boy likes my tits. Think he likes girls too?”

They both laughed at me and continued making out. My mom reached down and found he was limp still, so she ordered me to suck on him to get him hard for her. The man agreed with her and grabbed me by my hair to pull me back to his crotch. He kept a hold of my hair until I started forcing my face between the bed and his half turned body. I couldn’t quite reach his cock, so I had to use my hand to grab for it. He was so different now because of his limp status. As I sucked the tip of his cock between my lips, I felt his hand pulling me harder into his crotch before going back to work on my mom.

The thought that I was in any way helping my own mother have sex made me cringe in what was going on. I heard the two of them getting more excited, and his cock started growing in my mouth. He twisted around a little so I had to fall onto my back and he was almost directly over my mouth with his body. I could hardly breathe under him and he kept growing back towards his previous size. I finally needed air, squirmed out from under him, and told my mom that he was ready. The man grabbed my arm so I couldn’t leave and ordered me to actually place his erection into my own mother. It was a revolting thing to ask of me, but his grip on me hurt so much that I did as I was told. As far as girls went, I was still a virgin, so knowing exactly where to aim the man’s cock was difficult.

I was forced to stay while they fucked and my mother kept grabbing my arm to make sure I was watching. She told me this was all for me, but I didn’t know what she meant. The man laughed at my innocence and told me I should have worn a bib. They fucked for several minutes, all the while talking about training me to be a competent cuckold. I was starting to get an idea what that word meant for real. Several times she told me to get ready and I wondered what she wanted me ready for. And them I heard the guy starting the very same grunting he had done earlier as he was feeding me his cum. I watched his body tense up and my mother moaned low guttural screams of ecstasy. When I saw him holding still, I realized he was cumming just as he had held still while doing it to me. He gave her a last couple of hard thrusts, and them sat back away from her.

They both turned to me and just grinned. I became aware that at some point my prick had decided to grow hard again. A fact that they both took notice of, and my mother took pleasure in tugging on. The man got behind me, lifted me between my mother’s legs, and told me it was time to learn another part of being a good cuckold. At first I thought he wanted me to fuck my own mom, but it became clear to me that what he wanted me to do was even more horrifying. He was holding my chest and forcing my head towards my mother’s cunt. I had heard of guys eating pussies of course, but never after a man had just gotten himself off there. I found my face being pushed into her pubic hair and felt the slimy mess being smudged into my chin, lips, and nose. The smell was pungent at best, and disgusting in reality.

It was being demanded of me to clean her up. I felt her hands also go to the back of my head to hold me in position. I wanted to get away from these two so bad that I just decided to get it over with, and licked at her hairy cunt a little. She yanked me into her even harder and demanded I do better. The man said something about how the sight before him was worthy of a picture. Mom got all excited and told him there was an instant camera in the closet.

I freaked out with the thought of there being any evidence of this perverse scene, but within seconds I was seeing the two of them posing me for better shots. The flash went off several times as I was forced to lick deeper into her folds. I was only released when the pictures had developed and the man wanted to show them to me. As I looked at them being held up for me to see, mom told me I had done such a good job this time that I could consider the guy that had just raped my mouth, my new daddy. I said he would never be my dad. The guy grabbed my balls in his hand and squeezed them hard. Mom asked me who had my balls and after several more squeezes of my scrotum, I finally said, “My dad.” I was asked again and through the pain I somehow figured out what I had said wrong and reiterated, “My daddy.”

The last thing I can remember was being told how much I was going to love my new job around the house. As I awoke from my latest dream, I could feel the telltale sign of the wetness in my underwear that told me I had just messed them up with the remnants of a wet dream cum. I reached in to feel the wealth of how much I had cum. I found it so how to believe that even asleep that I could possibly have gotten off on the idea of having sex with my own mother. I peeled the wet underwear from my body, wiped myself dry, and tried to go back to sleep.

While I tried as hard as I could to get drowsy again, I wondered why my dreams always revolved around my being cuckolded. If it wasn’t a girlfriend doing it to me, it was my ex-wife, a neighbor, the guy I flipped off in traffic, and now even my own mother. And the form I took could be either sex, or any age. All I knew for sure was that more often then not, I woke up feeling the mess in my underwear. I wondered if all bi-sexual men had the same dreams as me.

Now you know how the stories play out, won’t you come back and join David at bedtime. Who knows, you might even be in his next sleeping fantasy.