                          SLEEPING WITH MOMMY
                            (Bobby's Story)
                       More Make Believe From Goose

   Before anyone judges me too harshly about fucking my mother, I
would like the opportunity to defend myself.  Ending up in my
mother's bed is not something that just happened one night.  
   No,making my mother my lover came about over a long period, years in
fact.
   I think the journey to Janet's bed, Janet is my mom, even I have
a hard time referring to the woman I'm fucking as mom, started
long before I became conscious of my need or my mother's.
My mother and father divorced when I was about seven.  It wasn't
a traumatic thing for me.  At least I don't think it was.  He
wasn't much of a father anyway, always staying out late, coming
in drunk.  It's a common story.  Anyhow, I didn't miss him when
he left.  Obviously, he didn't miss me either.  If he had, he
might have come around occasionally.
   Janet was young too, barely twenty-four, I think.  I found out
later the only reason she married my dad at all is because she
was pregnant with me.
   Therefore, being young and pretty, Janet started dating soon
after Asshole, that's dad, moved out.
Janet was a whore.  I'm not being harsh or rude.  A whore is
exactly what she was.  Let me clarify.  She wasn't a whore in
classical sense.   Selling her pussy on the street was not her
gig.  Let me explain.
   Janet liked to go out and party.  I don't hold that against her.
After all, she worked hard all week in a stinking factory trying
to keep me with the necessities of life.  God knows, she got no
help from Asshole.  So, come Saturday night, she liked to go out.
  The problem was someone had to take care of me.  This called for
a babysitter.  As I said, we didn't have much money.   Janet's
solution to the money crisis was to let some guy buy her drinks
all night, bring him home and let him pay the babysitter.  In
return for his kindness, she would fuck him.  Thus, she was a
whore.  She was trading her pussy for a good time.
   Admittedly, I was unaware of this for a long time.  When I was
seven or eight maybe until I was about eleven or twelve, I was
always asleep when she got home.  Back then, I would occasionally
be awakened by some loud groaning or maybe the squeaking bed
coming from the next room.  Not understanding or even caring
about what was going on, I would just go back to sleep.
Eventually, I think I was about twelve or thirteen; I began to
learn about sex.  Granted, my education came from older boys at
school and a few dirty magazines I was able to get my hands on,
regardless of the media, the fact is I learned that a man's dick
has uses other than taking a piss.  
   Along with this edification came masturbation, fantasies and a hell of a lot of curiosity.
   In the interest of letting it all out, I tell you now that I used
to lie in bed jerking off to the sounds of some guy pounding
Janet's pussy in the next room.  I say pounding because it was
never lovemaking.  What it was, was some guy that had been
drinking all night trying to get off.  Anybody who knows anything
knows how hard it is for a drunk to cum.  The fucking can become
brutal.  Janet would be moaning, mostly in pain from a dry pussy
I think, then at some point, she would begin to encourage him,
saying things like; "Come on baby, fuck me.  God you're big. 
Oh...cum in my pussy."
   I didn't have full understanding of those phrases until I started
watching her.  Yeah that's right.  I found that I could open her
bedroom door, just enough to peek in, without Janet or her stud
realizing it.
   When I finally out grew the need for a babysitter, waiting for
Janet to get home became my Saturday night activity.  I became
obsessed, pacing the floor in anticipation of watching my own
private sex show.  As soon as her car hit the driveway, I would
jump into bed, pretend to be asleep and wait for the show.
   That went on for years.  Almost every Saturday, a different guy,
a different cock.  Janet must have fucked a thousand guys.  It
took me awhile to figure out why she continued bringing them home
after there was no babysitter to pay.  Finally, I realized they
were married men.  Janet and her lover couldn't go to his place
and after buying her drinks all night, he wasn't willing to shell
out even more for a motel, especially since what they were going
to do wouldn't take more than a half hour tops.
   Even though the show was always the same:  The guy would start
kissing Janet, pulling at her clothes and grabbing at her tits
and pussy, until finally she would push him away so she could get
undressed.  Then, by the time she was naked, he would be too,
waiting for her in bed.
   As soon as she hit the sheets he would be all over her, kissing
her sucking her tits, ramming a finger into her pussy until
eventually, he would push her head down to his cock.  Sometimes
he would already be hard.  A lot of the time though, he would
need her mouth to help him get it up.
That was always the most exiting part for me.  I loved watching
Janet go down on a cock.  She was, and is, so good at it.  I used
to close my eyes, pretending it was my dick she was sucking. 
   Stroking my cock, just outside her bedroom door, I could almost
feel her warm mouth on my raging hard-on.  Hearing her slurping
sounds just feet away from me, I could easily imagine her saliva
wet and cool on my hot rod.
   Eventually, and it almost never failed, the guy would roll Janet
onto her stomach and plow into her from behind.  Sometimes I
wonder what it is that makes guys so partial to fucking doggy
style.  I think for me it watching my dick appear and disappear
as I slide it in and out of a warm pussy. Especially, if that
pussy is good and wet.
   It makes my dick hard just thinking about pulling my cock out of
a pussy and seeing those shiny cunt juices glimmering on my hard
cock.
   Anyway, when he would start to fuck her, especially if it was
doggy style, I had to open my eyes.  Janet has really heavy tits
and I loved, back then, and still do for that matter, to watch
those heavy melons sway as she got her cunt pounded.  The urge to
run in and grab a handful of Janet's tits was almost more than I
could stand.  Standing there in the hallway, I could almost feel
the doughy softness of her breasts in my hands, causing me to
pull even harder and faster on my dick.
   That was how it was for me.  I was fanatical, living only to get
through the week so I could watch Janet get fucked on Saturday
night.  There were very few times that she let me down by staying
home or coming home alone.
   Then one Saturday night when I was fourteen everything changed.
Like I said, it was always routine.  The guy would fuck her, get
his rocks off then get dressed and leave.  Generally, it was all
pretty straight forward, nothing kinky or out of the ordinary. 
He would stick his dick in her pussy, hump her until he came and
leave.  No one said I love you or can I see you again.  In fact,
they rarely said anything.  Unless, like I said, the guy was
really having a hard time getting off.  Then Janet would help him
out by talking dirty to him.  Overall, it was pretty much the
same scene every time.
   June tenth nineteen-seventy-eight was different.
   I waited, like always, until I heard Janet's bedroom door close. 
   Then, silently I slipped out of my bed and crept to the closed
door.  Very gingerly, I opened the door just enough to get a full
view of the activities.  Already stroking my dick in anticipation
of the show, I knelt down in the hallway, a wad of toilet paper
in hand to catch my own load.  (I had learned from the first
experience that emptying my balls all over the wall and carpet
was not a good idea if I wanted to keep my secret)
The guy was huge; probably about six foot six, with a massive
barrel chest, big thick arms and the biggest hands I'd ever seen.
  When he spoke, his voice boomed, deep and vibrant.
  Unlike the others, he didn't start by kissing Janet or groping at
her.  Instead, he placed one big hand on the top of her head and
pushed her to her knees.
   "Take it out."
   Janet looked up at him as surprised as I was at his tone and his
actions.  As she did, she must have hesitated a little to long. 
Because the next thing she and I knew, he had slapped her across
the cheek.
   "I said take it out."  His voice came through clinched teeth.
Janet looked up at him, defiant.  "I think you better leave."
I heard him chuckle, a laugh that came from somewhere deep in his
gut.  The next sound was another slap.
   Paralyzed, I didn't know what to do.  Suddenly though, I forgot
all about jerking off, more interested in what was going to
happen next.
   "Okay, just be a little quieter.  My son is sleeping in the next
room."   As she spoke, she was opening his fly and extracting the
biggest dick I had ever seen.  The massive tool must have been at
least ten inches long and as thick as the base of a coke bottle.
It was already partially erect and even from where I was I could
see the huge veins and bulbous pink head.
   The Giant, that is what I named him, grabbed a handful of Janet's
hair and snatched her head back so that she was looking straight
up at him.
   "I don't give a fuck about your kid.  Just do what I tell you."
   I'm almost certain I saw a shiver run through Janet's body.  She
was obviously very scared.  So was I.
   Reluctantly, Janet held the Giant's cock in both hands as she,
slowly and obviously very painfully, stretched her mouth over the
gargantuan head.
   Evidently, dissatisfied with Janet's reluctance, the Giant placed
a hand on the back of her head, pushing her farther down on his
cock.  As he did, I saw her nostrils flare and could hear her
struggling to breathe.  	
   Showing no mercy, he continued forcing his meat into her mouth until she began to gag.
   He laughed.  "What's wrong?  Haven't you ever had a real cock
before?"
   He continued to force feed Janet more cock than she could handle,
occasionally pulling back just enough to let her get a breath. 
That went on for what seemed like several minutes.  While Janet
worked to suck the Giant's cock, he was ripping her away her
blouse and bra, exposing those soft tits I love so much.
While Janet struggled to suck as much of his meat into her mouth
as she could, I saw her grimace in pain as his powerful hands
squeezed and pinched her tits and nipples.  Later I would see the
large bruises he strong fingers left behind on her pale skin.
   Finally, boredom, excitement or something made him pull Janet to
her feet and throw her across the bed.
   She told me later that it was at that point she had given up.  
All she wanted was for him to do what he was going to do and
leave.
   As Janet lay motionless on the bed, the Giant unbuckled his
pants, letting them drop to his ankles.  He didn't bother to
undress, simply pushing his boxers down around his knees.  He
paused for a moment, his massive erection waving in the air like
huge flagpole, Then began to tear away what was left of Janet's
clothes.  He was extremely rough as he pulled her pantyhose and
panties over her hips, tossing them carelessly around the room.
Then, grabbing her ankles, he dragged her helpless body to the
edge of the bed.  He didn't bother removing her skirt, simply
pushing it up over her hips, exposing her ass.  With one powerful
hand on each of Janet's hips, he raised her ass until her cunt
was at cock level for him.  Using his thumbs, he spread her cunt
lips wide.  Pushing his cock toward Janet's exposed hole. It took
several attempts for the head to hit the target.
   With his back to me, I had a clear view as the head of the
Giant's cock bulldozed its way though Janet's closely cropped
cunt hair and between the lips of her pussy.  I watched in awe as
the massive head disappeared between her cunt lips and dove into
her tiny hole.  Again, the man was not gentle.  Once he felt
penetration, he drove hard into Janet's overburdened pussy.
   Janet gasp as the horse-like cock tunneled its way through her
cunt.  It took a half a dozen attempts, but the Giant didn't stop
until his lower belly slapped loudly against Janet's ass.  Still
not satisfied with the depth, he spread her ass cheeks a little
wider and arched his back trying to dig even deeper into her
bludgeoned hole.
   All the times I'd watched Janet fucked, I'd never seen it from
this angle.  The sight of her cunt stretching to accommodate the
Giant's massive cock mesmerized me.   Repeatedly he pulled back
slowly until just the head occupied her slit.  Then, he would
slam back into her, rocking the whole room it seemed, his balls
slapping against Janet's soft white skin.
   With each punishing stroke, Janet cried out.
   At some point, she grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and
burying her face.  I suppose to muffle the screams.
   I could see her hands clutching fistfuls of the comforter that
covered the bed, her knuckles white, as she clenched the material
wadded up in her fingers.  As he would withdraw his dick, I could
see her face relax momentarily only to immediately tighten again
as he slammed her with another punishing stroke.
   I started pulling on my own dick again, extremely turned on by
the sight of Janet's pussy be plummeted by the Giant's bulging
cock.  I was no longer scared.  At this point, I was too excited
to be frightened.  To me it was no longer rape.  It was just a
good hardy fucking.
   Suddenly, the Giant let out a deep gut wrenching groan and pulled
his cock from Janet's pussy.  Holding his dick in one hand, he
used the other to roll her over.  Grabbing a handful of hair, he
once again forced the head of his cock between her lips.
"Swallow bitch," he muttered between groans.
   Janet had no choice.  It was either swallow or drown.  He was too
strong.  As much as she fought, she could not free herself from
the suffocating meat in her mouth or the spewing cum he was
unloading into the back of her throat.
   I saw his knees buckle and thought he was going to fall.  He
managed to maintain however by placing one large hand on a nearby
dresser to balance himself  until he was completely spent.  As he
regained his balance,  he used the other hand to stroke his dick,
milking every drop of cum into Janet's mouth.  Even as his
erection began to fade, he continued fucking her mouth until
finally, he was satisfied that his balls were empty.
   Simultaneously, I emptied my own load onto the carpet.  I had
completely forgotten about the toilet tissue and not making a
mess.  Spent, I turned my attention back to the bedroom
   The Giant had pulled his cock from Janet's mouth.  She was
sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, her shoulders slumped,
hands folded in her lap, her large breasts sagging against her
chest.  She looked defeated as a dribble of cum leaked from the
corner of her mouth.
   The Giant dressed in silence.
   It was time for me to run back to my bed.  I couldn't however.  I
had to see what became of all of this.  There was no way I was
going to miss the ending.
   The Giant stepped toward the bed.  With one hand, he squeezed
Janet's cheeks between he thumb and fingers.  Lifting her head,
he looked down at her.  "You're a pretty good fuck.  You took it
like a real whore."  Then he turned to leave.  Stopping he turned
back to her.  "Oh yeah, wipe that fucking cum off your mouth." 
Then he lifted one hand, pointing a finger at her.  "Tell anybody
about this and I will come back and do a lot more than just fuck
you."
   It was then that I jumped up and ran back to my bed.  Lying there
starring at the ceiling, I held my breath until I heard the front
door close and his car start up.  Scared once again, I watched
through the window until his tail lights disappeared into the
darkness.
   All of a sudden, I was worried about my mother.  Yes, I said my
mother. For some reason, at that point, she became my mother and
she had just been raped.  I wasn't thinking about the fact that I
was naked or that there was still residual cum leaking from the
tip of my dick.  I was truly concerned about my mom.
   She was still sitting on the edge of the bed when I stepped into
the room, still naked from the waist up.  Only now, there were
tears in her eyes.  The asshole had really hurt her.
She didn't say anything when she looked up and saw me.  She
didn't mention my nakedness or ask me what I was doing there,
nothing.  She just stared at me with a blank look on her face.
I sat down beside her on the edge of the bed.  "I saw it," I
said.
   "I'm sorry," she said.
    I put a teenage arm around her and pulled her close to me in an
effort to comfort her.  "It's okay, he's gone."
It was as if all of a sudden she came to some realization that
maybe, just maybe, it had been a mistake bringing all those men
home.  "No.  I mean for everything."
   I pulled her head to my chest, holding her as if she was a child.
  "Really," I said.  "It's okay."
   Janet looked up at me with sad eyes and I couldn't help myself. 
So I was gentle as I kissed her full on mouth, trying to be
gentle, not wanting to hurt her slightly swollen lip.  The salty
taste of the Giants cum stung my taste buds. Still, I didn't pull
back.
   Janet's body tensed in my arms as my lips found her's.  She
hesitated for only a split second before returning my kiss.  My
dick sprang up and I moved one hand to her breast, gently cupping
it, feeling the weight in my hand.  My thumb lightly grazed the
nipple and I felt it harden beneath my touch.
   She reclined on the bed pulling me with her, while at the same
time shimmying out of her skirt.  When she was finally naked, she
cupped my face in her hands, continuing to kiss me as I rolled
onto her.
   I suddenly felt strange.  Never having been with a woman, except
in my fantasies, I didn't know what to do.  Pulling back and
rising up, extending my arms on each side of her.  I looked at
the woman beneath me.  What I saw was an attractive woman with
dark brown hair and the most beautiful green eyes.  Letting my
eyes drift down her body, my mind drank in the sexuality of her
large breasts, slim waist and finally the thin patch of dark
pubic hair.  It was then, at that moment, she became Janet to me.
   She was no longer my mother.  She was my lover.
She rose up and kissed me lightly on the lips, pulled back and
said, "Its okay."  Then with a touch as soft as a feather, she
reached between us and guided my virgin cock between her legs and
into her heat.
   If I close my eyes, I can still feel the wonder of the first time
I felt my dick slide inside her.  Her juicy cunt felt smooth and
warm.  There is no other feeling in the world like sliding one's
cock into a willing woman.
   I began to relax.  Thankfully, by already jerking off, I didn't
dump my load right away.  Still, my body couldn't resist the
natural temptation to start humping.  I suddenly knew, at least
to some degree, what it was that made all those men hump like
crazy when they got their dick inside her.  I knew why the Giant
had pulled back and slammed her so hard.  I knew what it felt
like to want to get as deep inside her as I could.  It was a
natural thing.
   She raised her knees on either side of my hips, allowing me to
sink a little deeper into her heavenly hole and I took advantage,
driving my cock as hard as I could into her.  That was the way
I'd seen all those men do it.  Therefore, I assumed that was the
way it was done.
   However, this was a learning experience as much as anything. 
   Janet quickly calmed me down, whispering in my ear.  "Slow down
baby.  Take your time.  Learn to enjoy the feeling."
   I looked into her beautiful eyes again.  When I did, the words
tumbled out of my mouth.  They hadn't been planned.  It was as if
the words had a mind of their own.  "I love you."
   She smiled.  "I love you too baby."
   Suddenly, I felt the urge to clarify myself.  "No. I mean I love
you.  Not like a son love's his mother."
   "I know sweetie.  I can feel it.  That`s how I love you too."
    I was laying motionless on top of her, her warm breasts feeling
full and warm against my chest, her pussy wrapped tightly around
my cock.  I wanted to stay there forever, basking in the softness
of her body.
   That was not to be however, for out of nowhere and without
warning I felt my load cumming.  I couldn't help myself.  There
was no stopping it even if I wanted to.  And frankly, I didn't
want to.
   I started pumping hard, slamming my cock into her.
   Janet knew exactly what was happening and raised her legs high,
spreading her cunt wide, allowing me complete access to her sweet
pussy.  She even urged me on...  "Come on sweetie.  Let Mommy
have it.  Give me all your sweet cum."
   I did exactly as she asked, slamming my dick home and holding it
there while what seemed like an ocean of cum spewed from my
aching cock.  I pulled back and slammed her one more time just to
make sure I was done.  There was no doubt I was finished as my
once steely dick began to soften and shrink, sliding from her
slippery hole.
   Janet relaxed, lowering her legs.  She too was breathing heavily.
   I remained on top of her, to spent to move.  When a drop of
sweat dripped from my forehead onto her face, I realized I was
perspiring heavily.
   With a gentle hand, Janet wiped my sweat-matted hair back out of
my eyes.  "Oh baby," she said.  "That was wonderful."

   That was seven years ago.  I have never spent another night in
what used to be my bed.  From that night forward, Janet and I
have shared a bed.  The problem is, at least Janet sees it as a
problem, that I'm a grown man now.  I need to move on.  I can
tell though, that's not what she really wants.  She is just
saying that for me.  She says she is getting to old for me.  I
need to find a woman my own age.  However, I just don't think I
can do that.

Cumming soon: Janet's story.








