                          Sleeping With Mommy
                           (Janet's Story)

    I'll admit right up front that taking my son as my lover is
probably not what God intended.  On the other hand, Bobby, that's
my son, has been a God's send to me.  There were many men before
Bobby.  None of them however, made me feel the way he makes me
feel.
    In order to understand how this came about, I think one has to
know my entire history.  So, I will start from the beginning.
I was sixteen and not the prettiest girl in school, not homely,
but not the bouncy blonde cheerleader type either.  My figure was
nice.  My body was what my mother called voluptuous.   That is,
my hips and breasts were a more developed than most girls my age.
     My point is that I wasn't exactly one of the cool kids.  But Bob
Drake was.  Bob was a senior and an athlete, a star in football
and basketball.  The girls, every one of them, including me,
would have laid down their lives, not to mention their bodies for
Bob Drake.
    Why he asked me out, I don't know.  Maybe he thought I would be
so overcome by his attention that I would give it up easy.  Years
later, I asked him that very question.  He denied it, swore he
was in love with me the first time he laid eyes on me.
None of that matters.  I didn't give it up to Bob, at least not
right away.  What I did do though, was fall in love with him.  It
was then that I would have given him anything, including my body.
Giving Bob my cherry is still fresh in my mind.  It's strange. 
Sometimes the memory is sweetly sentimental; sometimes it makes
me angry to think how stupid I was.
    It was that night, parked in the back row of the drive-in, the
mold for what I am today was cast.  I truly believe that.  I can
picture it all in my mind.  I was laid back across the front seat
of Bob's Dad's Chevy.  There I was, my head resting on the
driver's side door, my neck feeling as if it would break.
    I felt ridiculous sprawled out with panties down around one
ankle, my bra pushed up over my breasts and my skirt wadded up
around my waist.
    I remember lying there watching, as Bob knelt between my knees,
his jeans and underwear pushed down over his hips, fumbling with
a condom.
    It was the first time I'd ever seen a hard dick.  I'd felt Bob's
several times when I would jerk him off, but I never looked at
it.  Even after he shot his load, I wouldn't look down at him. 
    The first time I simply cleaned my hand up with a tissue,
completely unprepared for the mess he made.  After that, I made
him use a rubber.  Each time I did it for him I came away with
the satisfaction of knowing I'd done my job.
    I felt that way that night.  I was prepared to do my job.  As I
watched him preparing his dick for action, I remember thinking; I
love him, this is what a woman has to do.  I don't know why I
considered myself a woman.  That was the school of thought handed
down to me by my mother and her mother before her.  Sex, was
something a woman had to endure for the man she loved.
    Finally, rubber in place, dick in hand, Bob moved toward me.  I
didn't watch, as he fumbled between my legs searching for the
opening to my young slit.  I don't know how long he poked and
prodded at me.  
    Finally, I knew it was going to be up to me.
Raising my hips and spreading my legs a little wider, I took his
meat in my hand.  Rubbing the latex covered head up and down my
slit a few times, my pussy opened up.  I found my tiny opening
and rolled my eyes up at him. "There," I said.  "Right there."
He pushed and I felt my cunt give just slightly.  There was some
discomfort but not the pain I'd expected.  My virgin hole
resisted the invasion however.
    Bob pulled back slightly and gave another push
He went a little deeper.  The discomfort was more noticeable.
He tried again.  This time he was successful, burying his bone
all the way.
    There was the pain I'd expected.  As my hymen gave way, a sharp
pain shot through my entire body.  I gasp, holding my breath.
    "Are you okay?"  At least he'd asked.
    "Yeah, just hold still for a minute."
    I'll give him credit.  He tried to be gentle... even tried to
take his time.  One can only expect so much patience from a
seventeen-year-old boy however.  His need to ejaculate however,
overpowered any thoughts of my welfare.  It was probably no more
than six or seven pounding strokes until his cock was pulsing
inside me.
    That was it.  It was over almost as quickly as it had begun.  And
that... became the normal.  It was what we both came to expect. 
Every time Bob and I went out the result was the same. 
Regardless where we went or what we did, the date would always
end the same way.  Parked on the back row of the drive-in or in
some deserted back road, Bob would kiss me and grab at my tits. 
Within a couple of minutes, his hand would find its way inside my
pants or up my skirt, tugging at my panties.  I would lie back
across the front seat of the car and he would fuck me.
    For me it was love.  I loved Bob.  For Bob...  I don't know
really what it was.  For both of us though, I believe that it was
exactly as we thought it should be.  In my mind, it was my job to
satisfy the man, or boy, that I loved.  For Bob, it was part of
becoming a man.  That is finding some warm wet place to cum.
Two days before my seventeenth birthday, I sneaked off to a
doctor in a nearby town.  My suspicions were correct.  I was
pregnant.  I don't know how it happened... a leaky rubber or
there were a couple of times when I don't think Bob used
anything.  He swore he always used a rubber, but I don't know.  I
never really looked or checked.  I trusted him.  None of that
matters though.  I did what I did.  We did what we did and we had
to face the consequences.
     The consequences were Bob Jr. or Bobby as we called him.
Bob and I were married after he graduated from high school.  I
never finished, although I did manage to get my GED after our
divorce.
     Bob actually did very well.  He stepped up to the plate like a
real man.  He worked hard in a job that was really below him. 
Along with the hard work however, came the feeling of being
trapped and having to grow up too soon, I really believe that.
After Bobby was born, I went to work in the same factory with
Bob.  He worked in the maintenance department and I went to work
on the assembly line.
     At first, we lived with my parents.  Soon though, we were able to
borrow enough money to buy an acre lot about ten miles out of
town and put a mobile home on it.
    Life went on.  When I looked around me at the women I worked
with, I realized I was no different than most.  We worked in a
place that wasn't much more than a sweatshop all day, went home
and cooked supper for our husband's, bathed our children and
finally, somewhere around nine o'clock we would bathe ourselves
and go to bed.
    In bed, bone tired, we would lie back and give in to our
husband's needs.
    For Bob and I not much changed in the sex department.  Most of
the time it was a kiss, a squeeze and a hump.  The only real
difference was that we had a bed and I didn't have to rest my
head against a car door.  And of course, the bed opened up new
horizons for Bob.  With all that room, he could fuck me in
different positions. He learned to take me doggy-style.  We even
did it with me on top.  That was different, almost pleasurable.
There were times when I could feel the potential for enjoying
sex. Many times, I felt I was right on the verge of something,
something I didn't understand.  Then just at the last moment,
that feeling would disappear, vanishing in thin air, leaving me
frustrated and wondering.
    A couple of years into the marriage, Bob tried to introduce me to
oral sex.  It was a Saturday night. I remember because we had
been out to the club.  Back then, I didn't drink much but I loved
to dance.  It was my release from a hard week at work.
Bob, on the other hand, never failed to get drunk.
    I knew what to expect when we got home.  As I said, Bob was
predictable.  So when we got into bed and Bob reached for me, I
wasn't surprised.  Like always, he kissed me roughly a couple of
times, squeezed my tits some and removed my panties.  Everything
was going according to plan, until I felt his hand pushing on the
back of my head.  Quite honestly, I did not know what he wanted.
So I asked.  "What do you want me to do?"
    "Take my dick in your mouth?"
    "What?"  I was indignant.
    "Just try it Janet.  Do it for me?"
    "No.  That's nasty."
    That was when he got angry.  Rolling over on top of me, he
straddled my chest.  Holding my head in one hand and his dick in
the other, he pulled my head upward, while at the same time
pushing his cock between my lips.
    I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him in.
    "Well fuck you then," he said.
    He wasn't finished though.  Moving downward, he forced his hips
between my legs.  The next thing I knew he was driving his cock
into my cunt.  I was dry but he didn't care.   Brutally, he kept
pushing until my cunt started leaking lubrication in
self-defense.  Throwing my legs up over his shoulders, Bob drove
his dick in and out of me as hard and as fast as he could,
nothing new.
    The surprise came when I felt his pace become more frantic and
his breathing become more rapid and suddenly he pulled out. 
Instead of dumping his load inside me, he once more straddled my
chest.  I watched in surprise as he sprayed my face with cum.  He
held my head still with one hand.  With his other hand, he
continued to pump his dick until his balls were empty.  Finished,
he got off me, rolled over and promptly went to sleep.
I went to the bathroom, cleaned my up face and cried.
    Monday at work, I told my friend Bonnie what had happened.
    "Honey," she said.  "You have got to suck the man's dick.  What's
wrong with you?"
    I couldn't believe my ears.  "No I don't."
    "If you don't suck it, he'll find somebody who will.  Bobby's not
a bad looking guy.  There are a lot of women out there that
wouldn't think twice about trying to steal him away from you."
    I was dumbfounded, not knowing how to respond.
    "Look," Bonnie continued.  "You're young.  You don't know how
life really works.  Men like Bobby are hard to find.  Regardless
of his faults, he works hard and supports you and your baby. 
That's pretty attractive to a lot of women."
    "Bobby loves me."
    "I'm sure he does.  But the truth is; some bitch who is willing
to suck his dick and let him screw her in the ass will take him
away from you."
    "Screw me in the ass?"
    "Haven't you ever read those fantasy letters in Penthouse
magazine?"
    "No.  I don't let Bobby bring that stuff in the house."
    Bonnie laughed.  "Somehow that doesn't surprise me.  Janet, you
better start loosening up."
That was when the bell rang for us to go back to work, break time
was over.
     I spent a lot of time thinking about what Bonnie had said.  It
was exactly, if a little more graphic, the same thing my mother
had told me: satisfy your man.  That's your job.
So, that's what I did.  I sucked his dick.  I let him fuck me in
the ass.  I even let him talk dirty to me, calling me a whore and
a slut.  That really seemed to turn him on.  I did all of those
things and he still cheated on me.  Still, I stayed with him.  It
wasn't until he became angry and violent that I finally divorced
him.  I had lowered myself to being his whore, but I would not be
his punching bag.
    After the divorce, my focus was on supporting my son.  I received
a small support check from Bob once a month, but it was still a
struggle to make ends meet.
    The men at work asked me out a lot, but I didn't go.  My life at
that time consisted of working and staying home with Bobby.  I
did miss the club and dancing but I just couldn't afford it by
myself and I didn't want to date.
     It was about six months after the divorce that Bonnie finally
talked me into going out with her.  She too had divorced her
husband.  I didn't find out until much later however that her
husband had left her because he caught her in bed with my ex. 
That's another story for another day.
    It was Bonnie who taught me to pick a guy early in the night and
let him buy me drinks all night long.
    The first time we went out, two guys came to our table and asked
us to dance.  After the dance, Bonnie invited them to sit with
us.  They did; buying our drinks all night.
    When the club closed that night Bonnie invited all of us back to
her house to keep the party going.  Reluctantly, I went.  When we
got to Bonnie's house, she told the guys to have a seat in the
living room while she and I went to the kitchen to make drinks. 
    It was there that she explained to naïve me what was going to
happen next.
    "I'm going to use my bedroom," she said.  "The rest of the house
is yours.  You can use one of the other bedrooms or the living
room whatever turns you on."
    I looked at her dumbfounded.  "What?"  I honestly did not know
that fucking these guys was what she had in mind when she invited
us over.
    She rolled her big blue eyes.  "Come on honey.  Don't play dumb.
You didn't really think these guys were buying us drinks out of
the goodness of their hearts did you.  They expect something in
return.  And besides, I think you need some dick.  I know I do."
She paused before saying with a sigh.  "That's the way it works
honey.  They buy you drinks.  You dance a little and have a few
laughs and then you bring them home and fuck them.  It's kind of
like saying thanks.  In your case they will probably pay the
babysitter if you play it just right."
    Without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen.
Back in the living room Bonnie handed her date his drink and took
a seat in his lap, kissing him deeply on the mouth.
    I was watching from the doorway into the kitchen, as she stood
and took him by the hand.  "Come on sweetie, lets give these two
some privacy."
    Pulling her back into his lap, he said.  "Let's not.  Jack and I
were talking while you were in the kitchen."  Jack was his
friend.  "We'd rather stay here in the living room, all four of
us you know what I mean?"
    Even I was smart enough to know what he meant.  Smiling to
myself, I thought this is where Bonnie will draw the line and
send them both packing.
    Instead, I heard him say.  "Okay, let's get this party started."
Then she sat her drink on the coffee table and kissed him again.
     I was still standing in the doorway when Jack came and took me by
the hand, leading me back into the living room.  "Come on baby. 
Don't be shy.  Let's have some fun."
Just that quickly, Bonnie was naked from the waist up.  I could
see her big breasts swaying as she knelt between her lover's
legs, taking his hard cock deep into her throat.
    "Oh baby," my date said as he unbuckled his pants.  "I want some
of what he's getting."
    The next thing I knew, he was pushing me to my knees.  An instant
later I was being force-fed his already hard dick.  As Jack
tugged at my blouse and bra, I could see Bonnie out of the corner
of my eye. She had removed the rest of her clothes and mounting
what's his names dick.  I watched as she expertly held his cock
between two fingers and guided it into her cunt, easily
enveloping his entire length in one motion.
Suddenly, my attention was refocused on Jack.  I felt his cock
swelling in my mouth and knew he was about to cum.  Through my
limited experience sucking Bob's dick, I had learned how to tell
when he was going to cum.  I had also learned I didn't like him
cumming in my mouth.  Another thing I had learned was that Bob
liked watching himself shoot his load.  So I had learned that
when Bob reached the point of no return if I begged him to cum on my
tits, he was more than happy to oblige.  This allowed me to
avoid the cum in my mouth or on my face.
    I rolled my eyes up at him, removing my mouth from his cock.  "I want you to cum on my tits.  I
want to watch you cum."
    I saw him smile.
    "Yeah baby.  I'll cum on your tits.  I've got a big load for
you."
    Immediately, I pulled back. 
    With one hand, I continued to stroke his swollen tool, pointing
the head directly at my cleavage.  It took maybe a half dozen
strokes until he was emptying his balls on my breasts and upper
chest.
    It was about the same time that I heard his friend starting to
mumble.  "That's it baby.  Fuck me.  I'm gonna cum in your hot
pussy.  Come on fuck me."  Then I saw him thrust his hips upward
as he let out a guttural groan.
    Bonnie was grinding her cunt into his lap as she cheered him on.
"That's it honey.  Give me all you got.  Cum in my pussy."
    Just that quickly it was done.  The men had gotten their rocks
off and were happy to go on their merry way.  I was surprised. 
The guys seemed to be as anxious to leave as I was to see them
go.
    Later the night, or really that morning, I lay in bed reliving
what had transpired.  Finally, I concluded that it wasn't all
that bad.  I really had enjoyed the dancing.  And after all what
was the big deal?  In the end, I had sucked a guy's cock.
    That had worked out well too.  If he'd wanted to fuck me, I
didn't know what I would have done.  I wasn't using any birth
control and obviously neither of them believed in carrying a
condom.  Bonnie had fucked the other guy bareback.
    The result was that I had actually had fun, even sucking the
guy's cock.  I hadn't realized until I lay in my bed reflecting,
that I had really missed having a man want me.
    That's how it all began.  From there, going to the club, picking
some guy up and bringing him home became a routine for me.  He
would buy me drinks and in most cases pay Bobby's babysitter.  In
return, I would have sex with him and send him on his way.  I
knew what I was doing was no different than selling my pussy for
the price of a few drinks, but I was okay with that.  At least it
was on my terms.  It wasn't like it was with my ex-husband.  The
sex was never rough or mean spirited.  The guys were just happy
to get me in bed.  Whatever I gave them they were happy to get.
This little routine went on for years.  The longer it went on the
more calloused I became.  I didn't care if the guy was married. 
I didn't care if he was good-looking.  All I cared about was that
he showed me a good time.  In return, I would show him a good
time.
    Then came the Giant, as Bobby calls him.  I guess I'd been lucky
until then.  Because like I said, all the others just wanted what
ever I was willing to give.  The Giant though was different.  He
took what he wanted, regardless of what I might be willing to
give.
    To be honest, I really don't remember much about him except that
he was a huge man in every way.  I had never seen a man or a cock
that big.  I remember how he slapped me, how he tossed my body
around like a rag doll, how he forced his massive cock into my
cunt from the rear.  It felt like he was splitting me in half as
he drove his huge cock to depths of which my pussy had never
known, stretching my cunt to new dimensions.
Most of all though, I remember him pulling his cock from my pussy
and force-feeding it down my throat.  He held my head in his huge
hands emptying what seemed like gallons of his seed into my
mouth.  I thought I was going to suffocate as he spewed his
gargantuan load of cum down my throat, holding my head firmly so
there was no escape from his massive meat or his salty semen.
Then, like all the others, he was gone.  But it wasn't like all
the others.  He had traumatized me.
I was sitting on the bed crying when Bobby came into the bedroom.
    Honestly, I didn't even notice he was naked as he sat down
beside me and put his arm around me, comforting me.
Then he wiped a dribble of the Giant's cum from the corner of my
mouth and kissed me.  I don't know how it happened.  I don't know
why I didn't stop him, other than it felt right.  I had never
been kissed like that.  It was gentle and tender.  His kiss
demanded nothing from me.  It was a kiss of love.  I felt it
immediately.
    The next thing I knew I was reclining back onto the bed pulling
my son with me.  He was so young, so innocent.  My head was
spinning, maybe from the Giant's slaps or maybe it was from the
moment.  I don't know.  Whatever it was, I didn't hesitate.
Taking my son's young cock in my hand, I guided it to the
entrance of my pussy.  I sighed as his young, not quite
full-grown, dick split my cunt lips and found its way inside me.
Somehow, even as young and immature as he was, Bobby knew that I
needed tenderness and love.  He didn't rush, pounding his cock in
and out of me.  Instead, he was patient and slow.  I'm sure that
must have been difficult for him.  All of his instincts must have
been screaming at him to dump his load.
    He told me later that I had coached him through it, slowing him
down.  Frankly, I don't remember.  I do remember him telling me
he loved me.  And I remember telling him that I love him.
    Then as he lay on top of me, gently kissing my nipples, slowly
running his inexperienced hands over my body, I felt something I'd
never felt.  It came on suddenly, unrecognizable to me.  I had an
urge to thrust my hips upward, to fuck his cock.  The blood
rushed to my cunt, leaving me slightly light headed.  My nipples
hardened like never before.  My cunt craved as much of Bobby's cock as
it could get.  I could feel my pussy getting wetter.  Clenching
my teeth, I groaned loudly.  Then, for the first time in my life,
I came.  I gasped for breath as every muscle in my body tensed
and my cunt opened up even wider to welcome my son's cock inside.
Then right on time, as my waves of orgasm began to subside, I
felt Bobby thrust hard against my cunt along as his cock began to pulse inside me, his cum spewing into my open gash.

    That was seven years ago.  Bobby and I have shared a bed ever
since.  I love him, not like a mother but like a wife.  
    Is that wrong?  
    Probably.  Can I change it?  I don't think so.
    I have encouraged Bobby to date and break away from me.  My
conscience tells me that is the right thing to do.  My heart is
not in it however.
    People around town don't know that Bobby and I sleep together. 
They think he's just a young man that hasn't found his direction
yet.
    Bobby wants us to move away...  Go somewhere where people don't
know us and live as husband and wife.  He says people will just
think that I married a younger man.  Our last names are the same.
    I guess we could pull it off.
Would it be too selfish of me to keep my son?
    I wrestle with that question every day.



