


                                  JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING


                                              by John P

                                         Copyright© 2011


Chapter 11

When I get home from school, Mum's waiting for me. "Hiya," I say
and throw my book bag on the floor prior to taking it upstairs. I
can still taste Chris' spunk in my mouth and I hope that she
can't smell it on me.

"Sit down. I want to talk to you," and I know that this is going
to be serious. When I'm settled, she says, "Is anybody making you
do things you don't want to do?" My heart-rate increases
dramatically as I run through my head the list of things that
boys and men have done to me in the last few days and I wonder if
she knows something. I don't know how to answer this. I don't
want to lie to her but, at the same time, I can't let her know
that I've been bummed and I've swallowed lots of spunk, and I've
really rather enjoyed it all.

I decide to play dumb and ask, "What do you mean?" It's always a
good ploy because the opposition always has to lay something
definite before you so you can answer the charge. "What kind of
things do you mean?" I say in the most innocent way I can manage.

"Has a man...?" Now she's stumbling because she's trying to find
a way to ask the question without upsetting my delicate
sensibilities. I know what she's talking about but I have to
pretend innocence.

"A man? What man?" I say, hoping that she doesn't really know
what I've been up to. "I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do, John. I think you know exactly what I mean," and
she looks at me in that way she used to look at me when I was 8
and she found me pinching biscuits out of the barrel. I don't
like the way this is going and I prepare myself to go into
defence mode. She still hasn't told me what she knows and I'm
smart enough not to confess to things she may not know about.

"What do you mean exactly?" I say again, but my confidence is
fast going down the toilet.

She takes the bull by the horns and comes out with it.

"Have you been having sex with a man?" I'm stunned. I don't know
what to say. My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish and that
fact alone betrays me. She's caught me now and she did it so
easily. My choice is now telling bare-faced lies or revealing all
I've been up to. There's really no middle path. With no other
option on the horizon, I say quietly, "Yes."

I wait for the shouting, the berating, but it doesn't come. She's
considering what to say next and struggling with it. I'm hoping
she'll feel embarrassed and discontinue the questioning but
that's not going to be the case.

"Is it your father?" I'm gobsmacked at this and I look at her in
disbelief. Recognising that she may have made a major mistake,
she tries to cover by continuing, "We haven't done much lately...
in the bedroom... I mean sex..." She's floundering now. "He might
have wanted to... get his... you know... elsewhere."

I don't know how to answer this, if indeed an answer is required.
She's getting a bit worked up now and I move to her side and hold
her. I want to change the subject and so I decide to ask her a
question.

"How did you know, Mum?" I ask quietly and she rallies from the
upset state to the practical.

"I do your washing," she says and it all falls into place. "I've
found sperm in your underpants, lots of it that's run out of your
bum."

I've lost the battle, I realise that, and I decide to own up to
everything. What else can I do? I decide though not to mention
anybody's name. I especially don't want her to find out that it's
my uncle who has taught me the ways of the male bonding
experience.

"This 'man' did things to me, Mum, and I loved them all. His
cock... his willy was enormous and he played with mine and I
loved it. He sucked me, Mum, and I sucked him. He took me to the
woods and let other men do things to me too. It was lovely, Mum,
feeling all those cocks... willies, I mean."

Mum's listening to me, obviously in a daze, as I'm describing
what I've done. But her eyes have strayed to the tent that's
begun to form in my pants and a strange look has come to her
face.

"Let me see your underpants, John, take them off," she says
softly and I look at her. Nobody has fucked me since last
Saturday so they must be clean, no sperm in them. I can't think
of a reason not to do as she tells me and I begin to take off my
pants and underpants. When my pants have been taken off, she's
looking at the tent in my underpants and my erection can be
plainly seen. I pause to look at Mum and she has the look of the
men who have done me before, lust and longing on their faces. How
could this affect a woman this way? It was only men who wanted my
sex, my bum, wasn't it?

When I take down my underpants and give them to her, she's not
looking at them. Instead, she's looking intently at my dick. I'm
stood now in front of my mother with no clothes below the waist
and an erection that threatens to erupt.

"Turn round, John, and bend over the settee," she says and I
wonder if this is a sign of an impending spanking. I do as she
says because I'm an obedient child and she begins to examine my
rosebud. She separates my bum-cheeks and I can feel her hot
breath on my bum-hole. This is doing nothing to decrease the
erection which is currently worrying me.

"This looks alright but it may be damaged. Did a man really push
his thing up here?" she says, pushing a finger into me. It goes
into me quite easily and she goes on, "Was it thick and long?"
and I'm getting more aroused with the questions.

"Yes, Mum, he pushed his thing all the way up in me and I felt
his hot stuff shoot into me," I said, getting hotter with the
answer.

"Did he lick your hole first?" and I reply, "They both did." Oh
shit, I've just let Mum know that I've been fucked by two men.

"Both?" she says and I'm caught again. She's obviously
discovering the enormity of my involvement with men and I don't
know how to minimise the effect. I surrender now and decide I
don't want her to worry about me. No more talk about 'willies'
and 'things', I've decided, I'll tell her all.

"Mum, I like girls and I like men. Girls don't want me but men
do. I want to do anything to please a man." There, I said it. I
wait for tears or outrage but neither comes. She stands me up and
turns me round, and begins to examine my erection and my balls
beneath. Her fingers feel nice but although I'm feeling weird
about Mum messing with me, I'm exceedingly turned on.

She says, "I haven't really seen your body for years but I have
to admit that it's nice." She's begun to move my foreskin up and
down, and I'm getting more excited by the second. "Would you have
sex with ANY man?" she asks and I reply with a strangled, "Yes,
Mum."

Her fingers are bringing me dangerously close to shooting,
especially when her other hand moves underneath to fondle my
balls. "Do you like men to suck your cock, John? Does it feel
nice? Would you like to do Dad?"

"Yes, Mum, I'd like to do Dad," I say, my voice hardly audible.
"Mum, I'm coming!" I cry in alarm but she doesn't stop wanking
me.

She darts forward and her lips encircle my dick. It's too late,
I'm coming. My dick jerks again and again and I find myself
filling Mum's mouth with my hot spunk. She's sucking hard,
forcing all my sperm out of my dick, and she's swallowing it. I'm
groaning as I shoot into her over and over. Mum's good at this
and I realise for second just how lucky my dad must be.

When my orgasm dwindles, Mum cleans my dick with her tongue and
I'm just starting to realise the enormity of what we've just
done. Mum has had her finger up my bum and wanked me off until I
shot all my spunk into her mouth and she wants me to please Dad
with my bum.

I get my pants back on and Mum's now acting like we just shared a
cup of tea. "Oh by the way," she says, "I've just put your clean
school shirts on your bed. Don't crease them when you put them
away." Did I miss something? Didn't something momentous just
happen? I'm still struggling with this when she says that Dad
will be home late tonight, casual as you please.

Later in the evening, I'm reading while Mum watches TV and when
Dad comes home, she leaves the TV and rushes off into the kitchen
to get his meal out of the oven. I can hear her talking to him
and I hear him answering but I can't actually catch WHAT they
say. A heated exchange is going on and I'm not sure that I want
to be involved in any of it.

Dad joins us after his meal and he watches TV with Mum. I go to
bed at 10 o'clock and settle down again with my book.
Surprisingly, ten minutes later, I hear them come to bed. They've
never come to bed that soon before. I hear the water running in
the bathroom as they get ready to hit the sack and five minutes
after that, all goes silent.

Ten minutes later, Mum opens the door and says that Dad wants to
talk to me about what happened today and will I go in to see him.
My mind flashes back to Mum's question about doing Dad and my
heart flutters. She stays in my room as I go along to talk to
Dad. The lights are subdued and he's sitting on the bed, wearing
just the usual underpants that he always wears to bed. He pats
the bed beside him and I sit next to him.

"Mum tells me that you are having sex with men. Is that right?" I
admit it, bowing my head. When he wants to know why, I tell him
that men want me and girls don't. "Don't you think that you
should wait a bit longer before you have sex? You're only 14."

When I tell him of the joy I feel when a man is doing things to
me, he begins to rub the front of his underpants. My words are
exciting him and I'm also being aroused by the memory of what
I've done. I watch his hand as he rubs himself and I can see that
his cock is growing as he hears the details of my debauchery. My
own dick has grown in my pyjama bottoms and he's watching it
closely. I stand up as I'm describing what Roger has done to me
today and Dad pulls me between his open legs. He hugs me to him
and my stiff cock inside my pyjamas nestles against his cheek. My
arms go around his neck and I hug him back.

We hug for a minute and he turns his head slightly, pressing his
lips against my hard-on. The strangeness of the situation doesn't
make it any less erotic and I begin to rub my hardness against
his lips. His hands slowly pull down my pyjama bottoms and I'm
naked before him. He's seeing my dick for the first time in years
and when he hugs me again, we're skin to skin. His stubble
scratches my naked dick but I don't mind. His brother has also
rubbed his stubble against me in weeks gone by but I can't tell
him that.

His hands creep behind me and he feels my taut buttocks, strokes
them tenderly like he would a woman while stroking his cheek up
and down my dick, in effect wanking me with his cheek. When he
moves me back a couple of feet, I'm confused but I see that he's
taking off his underpants in an awkward fashion. I'm watching him
do this and when his cock is finally revealed, I can see that
he's not unlike his brother in size. It's about 7 inches long,
thick and circumcised; a most impressive weapon.

Nothing needs to be said because I know what he wants, what he
needs. I kneel between his legs and explore his magnificent cock
with my fingers. He leans back with his hands supporting him and
he opens his legs wide so I can reach his ball-sac, and when I
cup his balls in my hand, he trembles. I'm trembling too as I
touch the cock that fucked Mum to impregnate her, making her
bring me into the world 9 months later. His pre-cum is leaking
and running down his shaft from his pee-slit so I go down on him,
licking it all up and swallowing it.

Mum slides into the room but I don't see her because she's behind
me. Dad sees her though and freezes, and I wonder what I'm doing
wrong. I take the huge knob into my mouth and suck, then I
alternate between licking the huge monster from base to knob and
sucking the knob while licking his frenulum He jerks when I do
this and I'm afraid I've hurt him. I look up into his eyes and
see nothing but love for me. As I release his cock for a second,
he moves further on the bed and I follow him, lying next to him.
His hairy chest intrigues me and I run a hand through it,
marvelling at his masculinity. His nipples become erect as I
touch them with a finger but he moans when I touch my tongue to
one and lick it.

He looks beyond me and I turn to see what he's looking at. That's
when I see Mum. She's standing just inside the bedroom door and
watching, her hand stroking her crotch over her nightie. Dad
pulls my head back to his nipple and I suck it. He's dragging air
between his teeth as I'm exciting him and my hand returns to the
long thick cock that I regard with awe. His legs are wide open
and I look down between his legs, seeing the hair that covers his
ball-sac. The pre-cum is pouring out from his inflated cock again
and I clean it up once more with my tongue, sucking again on his
enormous knob. A minute later and he moves, turning me onto my
side and then further onto my belly. He drags a pillow over and I
raise my hips so that he can push it under me. Once done, I open
my legs wide because I know that he's going to fuck me.

My bum is raised slightly now and he strokes my buttocks gently,
his fingertips feeling like butterfly wings on my skin. My head
is turned to the side and I can see Mum now. She's hiked up her
nightie and pulled down her knickers to her knees. Her hand is
moving over her hairy cunt as she watches Dad making love to me.
I feel his hot breath on my rosebud and I'm surprised when his
tongue touches it, licking all around it. The sensations are
wonderful when somebody does this to you and you never want it to
stop. Hot liquid is dropped into the crack of my bum and I
realise that he's dropped saliva onto me to help with the
lubrication that he knows I'll need.

Mum has quietly sidled to the side of the bed and reaches into a
drawer and brings out a tube of something. She takes off the cap
and applies it to my bum-hole while Dad looks on. Her finger
pushes some of the cold jelly up inside my bum and she
manipulates my hole, adding a second finger and then a third.
She's opening me up so that Dad doesn't hurt me too badly. When
she's finished, she steps back and replaces the tube in the
drawer, then she hikes up her nightie again and pulls down her
knickers. Her hand moves again as she looks over my youthful
body.

Dad has been wanking his big dick while my hole was being
prepared for him and now he's ready to penetrate his son. Beneath
me, my dick is as stiff as a board, trapped as it is between my
body and the pillow underneath me. Now he shuffles between my
wide open legs and I feel his great knob against my sphincter. He
takes my hips in his big hands to hold me in place and pushes
forward, and I do what I've learnt; I push out as if I'm having a
shit. The head enters and I wince. Mum's hand touches mine and I
look up at her. She's looking down at me, concerned, but not
enough to take her other hand away from her cunt. I can see her
pubic hair clearly now and the hand that slides up and down the
wet slit.

My dad has got the knob of his big cock in me now and pushes
forward, gaining a couple of inches inside me. He pushes again
and I've now got more than half of the monster cock inserted in
my bum-hole. I don't have much pain, just the feeling of
fullness, and I wait for him to push the rest into me. He pulls
back and I feel the monster sliding in my hot tunnel, then he
pushes hard forward and I'm full of him, his pubic hair
scratching against my buttocks.

When he begins to fuck himself into me, the sensation is
wonderful. The long thick cock is fucked into me slowly and the
strokes are full length, the movement in my rectum arousing me
tremendously. When I look at Mum, she's watching the monster cock
fucking her son and she's almost drooling at the sight. Dad is
fucking me faster now and I wonder if he's got a short fuse. He's
been doing me for a couple of minutes when he stops and pulls out
of me. Confused, I look back over my shoulder. He turns me over
so I'm lying on my back and pushes the pillow under me again.

Now we're face to face and I watch as he pushes his cock into me
again. Mum is holding my hand again and I can see her fingers
playing in her shiny wet slit. Dad pushes in as far as he can and
I feel the fullness once more. He looks down at me as he slides
his cock in and I briefly admire the muscles in his thick arms
which support him so that he isn't lying on me. Two minutes of
fucking me gently leads to him speeding up and I know that he's
getting very close to emptying his sperm into my rectum. I raise
my legs and wrap them round him, my way of showing him that I
love him.

When I look up again at Mum, she's sweating profusely and her
finger is diddling a little knob thing at the top of her slimy
slit. Dad groans and I feel the first jerk of his massive cock
and I know that he's starting to cum. He goes as deep as he can
and holds still, grunting as the torrent of his potent spunk
sprays inside me. Mum groans and squeezes my hand tight as Dad
continues to pump his spunk into me. Three spurts, four, five and
I lose count as the jerking of his cock continues. Mum makes
mewing sounds and her body shakes with orgasm as she intently
watches her husband breeding their son.

Twenty seconds later, I'm a son with a bum full of his father's
spunk and I have a mother who has orgasmed while watching their
mating. My dad collapses onto me and his weight crushes me but I
say nothing. His big rod is still buried deep inside me and I
hope that he won't take it out anytime soon. Mum has stopped
panting now and let her nightie drop down to cover her sex. She
strokes my face and mouths silently, 'Thankyou,' to me and I
wonder which part of what's happened she's thanking me for.

Dad's becoming too heavy now and I try to move. His big cock is
softening and it falls out of me, so he rolls off me and I can
breathe freely again. My stiff cock sticks up straight and I
wonder if I should wank it till I come. I can't imagine Dad
wanting to do it, him being so masculine. The decision is taken
from me as Mum brings her head down and begins to suck me. Dad
watches as she does this and I'm surprised when he fondles my
balls with his big fingers.

I can't last long of course and I cry, "I'm cumming, Mum!" in
case she wants to escape a mouth full of my spunk. She stays in
place as I groan and tense up, and I fill her mouth with spurt
after spurt of my hot sperm. Dad plays with my balls all the time
I'm filling Mum's mouth, trying to hold on to them as I thrash
about in orgasm. Mum's swallowing all that I shoot out of my dick
and Dad's watching us intently.

Finally it's over, I've no more to give, and Mum licks me clean,
all the time looking into Dad's eyes. He's looking down at her
and I see the love in his eyes. He reaches over me and brings her
head forward to kiss her gently on the lips. She responds and I
find myself between two lovers, eagerly pressing into each other.
So I wriggle out from between them, grab my pyjama bottoms which
are lying on the floor and go to leave. Before I close the door,
Dad is on top of Mum and the stiff cock he now sports I feel sure
is destined for Mum's hairy cunt. I go to my bed, leaving them to
it.

In the morning, Mum's all smiles and singing away to herself in
the kitchen. Dad's behaving like a newly-wed, fawning around her
and my bum's sore from all the fucking it got last night. I've
dumped the underpants I put on specially last night when I went
to bed because Mum will have to wash Dad's spunk out of them. He
put so much into me last night and they were caked to my bum this
morning when I woke up. I wonder if she'll sniff them before they
go into the washing machine. I have to go to school now but Mum
makes sure to kiss my forehead as I leave. "Thanks, love," she
says and I leave to get my bike from the garage.


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