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MOMMYLAND By Brian Houlihan Copyright 2008 by Brian Houlihan All rights reserved Do you believe in Fate? I do. Especially as it relates to my own life. Manifest Destiny and all that. It' s weird and wonderful how one person can influence your life so much. Make radical changes in how you thought it was going to play out. My life was chugging along pretty normally. I had graduated with honors from Northwestern University. Then I got a job with an advertising agency in Chicago. I seemed to have a knack for writing ad copy. After a few years of that I got bored. I was making good money but I wanted a career. What kind of a career? I wasn't even sure. Writing? Producing? I had this vision of myself as being very successful, like Hollywood Big Money successful. But I didn't even know what at. Anyway I was so full of confidence that I moved to Los Angeles without a job or any prospects of a job. I just felt like I was just living out the separate scenes of my successful life. Like it was all predestined. I had some money saved up, about ten grand, which seemed like a lot. And I just started looking around. I was so job spoiled by this time that I felt like it was just all going to come to me, because I was the Chosen One with Talent. I started doing temp work. Telling myself it was all part of my plan and that I was just exploring my options. That brought me down to Earth a bit too quickly. A temp in Hollywood is like the lowest level of existence. You're a receptionist/secretary. And they treat you like shit. Get coffee, lunch, don't you take lunch til two p.m. or after. Field all my calls. I'm here for so and so, but not here for anybody else. Oh and if they want you to stay an extra three hours, don't bitch or you're gone. Okay so I put up with all of that ass-kissing crap but I hated it and was losing my self-confidence, my own self-esteem. The first time some self important asshole "producer" went off on me about not typing up a memo fast enough, I quit at the end of the day. This began to really depress me. Is this it for me? I took some time off and wondered what was going on here? Meanwhile I was running out of my savings. I tried to re-think my game plan here and send out my resume to good paying, permanent jobs, but nothing happened. Then I got a temp job with a famous Hollywood writer/producer. The temp agency knew I was a "writer" and felt that I would be a perfect fit with this famous writer/producer. This guy was very famous for producing one of the all time great Western episodic series for TV. They were going to revive the show, update it. And I would be helping him. Wonderful. I met the famous writer/producer and David seemed very gracious and nice. The guy was in his 70s and very wealthy from the residuals from the series, which was still running. He owned the rights to the show with the network. David was a very mannered gentleman and easy to get along with. Basically he was joining a new production company which would be producing the new version of the western. The plan was to run it as a TV movie. If the reaction was good, they would do another series all over again. I was his assistant/secretary. My job was typing pages of the new script and also fielding phone calls to him. And he had lots of phone calls. Requests for interviews from European magazines, US magazines, etc. He turned most of them down. The job did not pay much but I was hoping and praying that David would give me a job on the new big Western. I believed in that dream because he told me that he really liked me and that he would get me a job as the "Assistant Producer" on the new, made for TV movie based on the old Western series. I mean he seemed to really like me and he was the owner/writer/producer of the show so it appeared to be a sure thing. So I was living on a dream. This guy would have lunch with people like Ray Bradbury, believe it or not. So it all seemed like just a matter of time. I had been working there about six months, mostly typing and retyping new versions of the script. Always keeping my eye on the prize, the Assistant Producer job on the new movie. Then the production company hired a lot of new people, who would be working on a new TV series about lesbians in America. Okay fine. One of the new hires was an attractive young woman, very lezzie looking to me, named Angela. Angela was about six feet tall in heels and ultra tight jeans that showcased her bubble butt ass. She began chatting me up at my desk. Telling me what a huge fan of David's she was. She took me out for lunch. Like a fool, I was flattered, not seeing a motive here. At her lunch with me she went on and on about what a big fan she was of David's old show and how she would love to meet him. Let me interject here that I am attracted to Big, Confident Dominant Women. And she was one. But since I was sure she was strictly into women, I didn't give it much thought. Plus, my boss, David, was married and in his seventies. In his candid moments he confided that one of the perks of success was the abundance of available women to successful Hollywood producers. I didn't connect the dots. I introduced him to Angela and they seemed to hit it off. She was gushing with praise and he just lit up. Maybe this hadn't happened to him in a while. A female fan with big tits. Suddenly she wasn't talking to me anymore. She would visit him often but they kept the door closed. She may have been designated lezzie but I guess she changed the rules to be with her "hero". I got let go and she got the "Assistant Producer" credit on the new TV movie. A lesson learned. The movie was terrible and flopped, which I loved and savored. But I was now unemployed once again. It was about this time that the real "meat" of my story begins. I was running out of money and I had to move to a cheaper apartment. I had been living in a very nice one bedroom place in the San Fernando Valley with a big pool, game room, and lots of available women walking around. It was $1200 a month and way beyond my unemployed means now. The following Saturday I began hunting for a cheaper place. I began looking in Hollywood and looked at three places. The last one was a keeper. Not because I liked the utilitarian one bedroom I looked at. But because of the woman who showed it to me. Sharon Tengblad. She was literally a Big Goddess. About six foot, two inches in heels, skin tight shorts, a formidable ass, and very big tits which popped out of her t shirt like 40mm guns on a battleship. I filled out the rental application in her nice living room and handed it in to her. She seemed distracted and uninterested in me. "Okay. Hon. I'll do the credit check and let you know." And that was it. I literally went home and jacked off dreaming about living around this gorgeous creature. Three electrifying cums. Hoping and hoping that she would accept me as a tenant. When I got back to my apartment on the following Tuesday, there was a message on my answering machine. "Hi Jerry, it's Sharon Tengblad from the Fountain Avenue Building. Your credit app was approved and you can move in if you like. Just let me know Hon. Here is my phone number. ...." This really seemed like Fate divining my future. I phoned Sharon back that night and arranged to move in on the Saturday coming up. I called a moving firm and arranged everything. When we got to her place that Saturday she just handed me the keys and acted as if I was just another tenant. I moved in and my obsession about her grew. I got a few more temp jobs and I would hope and pray to run into her when I got back to my building after work. But it rarely happened. When I did see her, it blew me away. This was a really beautiful Big Woman. She was always gracious to me. "Hi Jerry." "Hi Sharon." I had to really restrain myself in talking to her. I didn't want to tip my hand that I was absolutely nuts about her. I got a temp job at one of the studios, mostly answering phones for some exec, and kept my head down. I would only see her very rarely on the premises. So I pretended indifference, but still jackin off about her all the time, several times a day. After about two months of living there, I started to see her more around the building. It was Spring and she was watering the lawn a lot. Usually skin tight shorts encasing that mouth watering ass, and a tight t shirt showing off her big titties. I would steel up my courage and venture a few words. "Hey Sharon, lookin' good." "Thanks Jer. How you doin'? "Not bad. You?" "Same old, same old." Then I would wimp out and go to my apt. Proud of myself for making this tiny inroad into her life. The more that I saw her the more attempts I would make at "normal" conversation. I remember after the Amish tragedy with that jerk shooting those people, I touched on it. "Well we never run out of assholes here, do we?" Believe it or not, I jacked off over that sentence that night. Just watching her say "assholes" as if it was nothing, did it for me. Finally, after another wimpy month, I gathered up the courage to ask her out. "Hey Sharon, I wondered if you'd like to go out sometime, for dinner or something like that?" There was a long pause, which scared me. Then she replied. "I don't know Jer. That might be nice. Let me think about it." I floated back to my apartment. She didn't say yes, but she didn't say No either. Much more jackin off to images of being next to her for a night. Or whatever Sharon wanted. She phoned me at my apartment about a week later. "Hi Jerry. I've been thinking about your offer. I usually don't like to go out that much. But I do like you. How would you like to come over to my place for dinner one night?" "I would love it!" "Good, hon. How about this Thursday night?" "It's a deal." We decided on a time and it was a date. I could not believe my luck. I was actually going to be in a room with this gorgeous creature for at least a few hours. Of course I was ultra nervous the night of that first dinner date at her place. She asked that I arrive at 8pm. I made it a point to have two stiff Scotches before my arrival. I kept telling myself that I was fantasizing. Nothing was going to happen and that if, and when, it ever did, it would not be this night. I don't think she knew I had had two drinks to steady my nerves. She certainly didn't let on. I brought a mildly expensive bottle of wine and she was very gracious about it. "Thank you, Jerry. You have such nice manners." "Thanks Sharon. I love to get compliments from you." I was wearing a decent dress shirt and nice slacks. Sharon wore a black blouse with plunging neckline and harem pants. Very distracting. Her apartment was so much nicer than mine. Like we were in completely different income brackets. Of course I had been here to fill out my application but didn't have a chance to really look at it. It was big, two bedrooms, fully carpeted, lots of earth tones. Interesting prints of paintings on the walls and lots of bookcases filled with books. I looked them over as Sharon got me my wine. I was amazed that she had lots of interesting writers in her library. Irvine Welsh, Elmore Leonard, Tennessee Williams, Hubert Selby, Bukowski, people like that. I was impressed. There were also some oddball titles: "Sissies in America", "Fag Hags and How They Fit In","The Double Pleasure World of the Bisexual in the United States". "See anything you like Jerry?" "Yes Sharon. Several things." "Good. Let me know if you want to borrow anything." Having dinner with this astounding creature was like a wonderful but scary dream. "I don't cook that much. So I just ordered this stuff from the local Mexican place." Dinner was tacos and rice and beans. I loved it. "I love tacos Sharon." "You're just trying to butter me up." "Butter you up and eat you." "Ha ha ha ha.!" She was into literature, photography and lots of other stuff. She liked the fact that I was educated. She was a Stanford graduate. At one point, after several wines, she upraided me about not doing more with my degree from a prestigious university. "Hey Sharon, I could say the same thing about you. Judging just from your library you should be doing a lot better than running an apartment building." "Owning and running," she corrected. Maybe it was the alcohol that gave me false courage. But she liked that. Kissed me on the cheek. "So true Baby. Thank you for that." I complimented myself for having the guts to stand up to her criticism. We talked about novelists for a while, modern writers. I told her that was my dream. "Well you better get to work on it." "You're right, Sharon. And thank you." Lastly we got to talking about photography. I noted some of my favorite photographers, Helmut Newton, Roy Stuart, people like that. "I do photography also. Fetish stuff." "I would love to see some of it." She went out of the room and came back with a large coffee table type photo book. She sat next to me on the couch as I looked thru it. It was weird but interesting. Lots of transvestites, black drag queens in see thru skirts with huge hard-ons. I got hard right away. Could she tell? I don't know. When I reached the last page I was floored. It was a picture of Sharon, stark naked, in high heels with a very thick black hairy pussy, wearing a strap-on dick of about 8 hard black inches. She had an angry, dominant look on her face. I was mesmerized. "Did you like it?" "Oh yes." Then I felt her fingers touching my rock hard dick in my pants. "I thought so." About a half hour later, I was out the door. Sharon explaining that she couldn't really do anything on the first date. Too slutty. A chaste kiss on my cheek. In a trance. That very vivid pic of her naked with her very hairy cunt wearing a huge black dick strap-on was seared into my memory. Wonderful bitchy look on her face. She knew how to use it, I'm sure. And so it begins. Do I even have to tell you that I jacked off over that picture of her wearing that huge strap-on? Several times a day? Yep. After that exciting but not satisfying date, I lived for her approval. She did seem to like me. Maybe I should let her make the next move. She phoned me about a week later to make a date for the following Friday night. Of course I readily accepted. My jackin off accelerated as you might guess. Could I even hope to dream that she might like me? I sure could. That first date must have gone well in her mind. Thank God I didn't make a jerk of myself. Well the second date was as different as night from day. Like I got hit in the head with a baseball bat. But a wonderful, life altering experience. In a good, hard dick shooting off way. It started out quite normal. Again I was dressed rather conservatively, Sharon was in a conservative white blouse and a long past-the-knee skirt. We were having drinks and she was being very playful. "Did you think about my photo book when you were home alone Jerry?" "Oh of course." "What did you think about, hon?" "That last pic of you wearing that big black strap-on." "Did you imagine Mommy fucking you with it, in your boy pussy?" "Oh yes Mommy." Things sped up after that remark. Don't even remember eating any of the Caesar salad she made. We were both drinking lots of wine. Something about her referring to herself as "Mommy" really turned me on. My dick kept erecting and going down. She made no notice of it, or so I thought. After dinner she reached into her bra and pulled out a joint. "I like to smoke weed. Do you mind?" "Not at all. I like weed too." "Excellent." The first toke knocked me on my ass. It was really strong but seemed to perfectly fit in with my erotic fantasies about her. "Wow. Sharon this is great smoke." "I know. I love it. Take your shoes off, Jerry. I want you relaxed." Of course I followed her orders immediately. She removed her heels also. I was talking about writing ads for the ad agency in Chicago. "Oh I love writers. I hope you keep at it." "Oh I will." I got into the story about the producer fucking me over for the young "lezzie" girl and giving her my job. "You can't let shit like that get to ya. Jerry, are you gay?" "Uh..no. Why?" "You just look so gay to me." "Well I'm not. But I do get that reaction sometimes." "Okay." She seemed like she didn't believe me. But let it go. I was getting more stoned and drunk but so happy that I was finally meeting someone in L.A. that I liked and could talk to. "What do you think is holding you back?" "I don't know." It's getting pretty fuzzy here but I remember she was very much in charge and suddenly started giving me orders. "Stand up Jerry." I did. I admit I was a bit scared of her. She's 6'2" and I'm 5'7" "Come here." She was sitting on the couch and I stood in front of her. She picked up my stocking feet and removed my dark socks. Then all business as she unbuttoned my shirt, tossed it. Unbuckled my belt, pants down and off. Like a living wet dream. Of course I was rock hard as she quickly removed my cummy white Jockey fit underwear. So I'm naked standing in the living room with a hard-on. She's fully dressed except for her shoes. She takes my hand and walks me into her bathroom, which is pretty large. She puts down the toilet seat cover and sits on it. Then she's opening a box that was on the floor. Taking out latex gloves and putting them on. Then she picks up a large jar of Vaseline and dips her finger into it. "Over here, Jerry." I stand in front of her and she turns me around until my ass is facing her. What amazes me is that she has the most pedestrian look on her face. As if this is the most normal, every day thing in the world. "Bend over a bit, hands on your knees." I follow her instructions. "Just relax Hon. Mommy has to go into your pussy for a bit." Then I feel her ointment covered finger going into my ass. "Ohhh." "You okay Honey?" "Uh..yeah Sharon, just not used to it." "I understand. I'll be gentle, Babe." She began going in and out of my asshole with her finger, slowly. It felt strange but hot. My dick was brick hard. "Ohh somebody has a pretty pussy on her!" Was she talking about me? I guess so. "Cute dickybird, Jerry. You're very responsive." She removed her finger from my ass. "Okay Hon, get in the tub, on all fours. Face the faucets! Do it! I'm trying to help you!" So here I am, stoned, drunk, naked on all fours in the bathtub. Trying to obey her and do whatever she wants. Blindly, like some strange terrifying dream I followed her orders. I was only on my hands and knees for a moment or two when I felt her hand bumping around behind me. She caressed my dick and balls. Then I felt her hands on my ass. "Easy, baby, easy. Just relax. Mommy's gonna give you a nice big enema to help you go poopies and be a Good Girl for Mommy." Then I felt the nozzle going into my asshole. Deep. "Deep breaths, Precious. This is for your own good." Suddenly I could feel the water being released into my ass. It felt weird. I had never had an enema. My dick was so hard and starting to leak just a bit. "Doing good, Babe. Keep it up." I lived for her approval. Just then I felt her soft latex covered hand on my balls and then my dick, softly caressing me. "Atta girl! Somebody likes Mommy in her pussyhole, huh? huh Darling?" I didn't know if I was supposed to answer her or not. CRACK! CRACK! She was slapping my ass. Very hard! "ANSWER ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" "y..YES MOMMY. YES. IT FEELS GOOD. I'M JUST NOT USED TO IT MOMMY. I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU HELPING ME Mrs. Tengblad." "Mommy, Sissygirl. You call me Mommy!" "Yes Mommy. Thank you." I was getting frightened. She had slapped me on the ass, very hard. It stung! I could still feel it. "Welcome Little One. There. Let's let that water settle into our Big Girl." She was rubbing my distended belly and then down my legs and inner thighs. She also bumped into my dick and balls with her hand a few times. I felt out of this world excited. But I was also scared of this big, take charge woman. "Yeah, you are doin' so good, Sweetheart. Now Mommy's going to release more water into your pussy. Here we go." More water going into my ass. "Ohhhh Mommy I'm not used to this. Feels weird." "That's normal darling. Mommy wants you to take the whole bag and have a big poopie for Mommy." "I..I feel like I may have to go soon Mommy" "Calm down Little Girl. You can take the whole bag for Mommy. I know you can. Like a Big Girl.. Can't you?" "Y.,Yes Mommy. i hope so." "That's my Good Girl. i know you can do it. The more water you take up there, the bigger poopie you can make for Mommy. Now here's the rest Sweetie." More water was being released into the nozzle up my ass.. At the same time I felt her soft hand close over my rock hard prick. Two things at once, the scary enema water and her touching my dick. "Yeah that's my Pretty Girl, nice and hard for Mommy in his liddle pee pee." She was ever so slowly jackin my rigid dick as the remainder of the water flowed into me. "You have a pretty dickie bird, Jerry. Mommy loves seeing you hard. Do you like to be hard?" "Oh yes Mommy. I love it. Thank you for touching my pee pee, Mommy." "You're welcome, Sweetness. Oh look, Big Girl Jerry took the whole bag for Mommy. That's what Mommy likes to see. Now let Mommy take this out of your pretty pussy." I could feel the nozzle being withdrawn from my asshole. It felt good to be free of it. I adored all the Mommy talk and role playing. Loved it. The next thing I knew I was sitting on her lap. Naked. She was sitting on the side of the bathtub. I was in her lap. She was still fully dressed in a mid length brown skirt. It was all so bizarre. "Now we'll just wait a bit for Big Girl Jerry to make a big poopie for Mommy." Suddenly she was tongue kissing me, very deeply, her strong mouth forcefully sucking my tongue and her moaning loudly. I was in Heaven. This woman could really kiss. Then I realized she was jackin my dick again too. Then she broke the kiss. "She's such a sexy Little Girl. Isn't him? Huh? Oh Jerry's little pee pee is so hard and all wet on top. Is Little Jerry gonna give Mommy some presents? Huh? Is Jerry gonna make Mommy happy and have a Big Girl cum in her pee pee and then a big poopie for Mommy too?" She was jackin me off harder and harder. I was in a trance. "Oohhhh Mommy I..I.." "What? What's the matter Sissy Jerry? Are you gonna shoot your cream for Mommy now? Like a Good Girl? With a hard dickie bird?" "Mo...mmmmmieeeeeeeeeee ohhhhh" "Yeah! Yeah!!! Atta girl! Shoot it! Shoot that sissy pecker off! Yeah! Yeah!! Shoot it Sissy!! Shoot that cream out!!" Red hot jolts of jizz were blasting out of my overheated dick. I was gone, on another planet. Mommyland. Sharon keep pumping the excited member, as my prick kept on shooting rockets of sperm out of me. "Yahhhhhhh!!! Atta girl!! Mommy loves to see you shoot your boycream. Yeah...all over, Sissygirl. You did good. You shot a big load for Mommy, huh? Huh, little faggot girl?" "Oh my god Mommy that was wonderful. But now Mommy i gotta.." She jumped up from the side of the tub. Then positioned me on the side of the tub with my ass hanging over the edge of it. "You can go right here Jerry. Just relax and show Mommy what a Big Girl you are." I couldn't believe it. "You're going to watch me?" "Of course Mommy's going to watch you make poopies. After all that work, i want to make sure enough comes out." Suddenly, relieved of the responsibility of being alone, I began to take a really hard shit. It felt wonderful, and forbidden, especially after my big jack off cum. The shit went on and on. "Yeah, that's Mommy's Big Girl. Making a big poopie for her Mommy, huh?" She was caressing my dick and balls while she talked to me. "Mommy is so proud of her Little Sissy Girl. Who makes big poopies for Mommy to see. Mommy wants a nice healthy Sissy Jerry. Who makes big poops for her mom to see and gets lots of sleep. And is always a Good Girl for Mommy." I had never ever been so turned on. I could smell this really stinky shit. Finally it was over. But the whole thing seemed so unreal. But then I looked down and saw a big pile of crap beneath me. "All finished with your poop, Jerry?' "Yes Mommy. Thank you." "You're welcome. Now stand up and let Mommy wipe you." I followed her directions and could feel her wiping my ass very thoroughly with toilet paper. Several times. Then she flushed the toilet. "Stay here baby. Don't move. Mommy's comin' right back." I just stayed standing up in front of the bathtub looking down at this big pile of shit that had just come out of my ass. It was all so surreal. Like a really hot kink nightmare. Moments later she returned. Kissing me on the side of the face. "Mommy's so proud of her Sissy Jerry. i know we can work together for you to be a big success." She had a bucket of water with her and poured it over the pile of shit. It dissolved and slowly went down the drain. Then she took a washcloth and washed my asshole and dick and balls with soap and warm water. She had such a soft Mommy touch. Then she took my hand, like a baby, and walked me into her very feminine bedroom. There she thoroughly wiped my ass and dick and balls with a big fluffy towel. "Jerry you are soo pretty and easy to love. Mommy just loves you to death." I was still in a sex trance This was my dream cum true, my baptism of fire. What an astounding woman. I wanted more, much more of this. Then we were on her bed and she was kissing me again, long French kisses with her tongue darting in and out of my submissive mouth. The rest of the night was kind of hazy in my memory. But I do know that I was sooo happy to be kissing her and touching this gorgeous creature. We made out on her bed a lot and she liked petting me on the head. "Such a sweet sissygirl." She was a very sexy kisser, her mouth sucking on my tongue. I had a hard-on for hours. She was always touching it, which was fine with me. All my wet dreams were coming true. At one point she brought us back out into her living room. I made fresh drinks and we were smoking a joint on the living room couch.. "So, Jer, is this what you thought it would be like?" "Sort of, I guess, Mommy. But this is much better." "How so, Sissy?" We were both naked on the couch. "I have fantasized about you so many times, Sharon." "Mommy." "Yes, Mommy. Part of me was filled with fear that this would never happen. It was too good to be true." "Well I must tell you that I will want to spank you. Love beating sissies." "Uh okay." "And you're okay with that?" "Yes Mommy..You hit very hard but I hope I can build up my pain tolerance." "So do I, faggot. The harder I can hit you, the more I can make you scream and cry, the harder I cum. And you want Mommy to cum, don't you?" "Oh yes, Mommy. I want to make you cum." I remember this very vividly. She took my face in her hands and gave me a very soulful look. "Hold still." Then she hauled back and cracked me in the face, very hard. I screamed out crying and wailing. Like a child. She just smiled at me and let me cry it out. I sat there next to her bawling and then realized that she was carrsssing my dick and balls. I was rock hard. So strange and wonderful. When I had regained my composure, she shoved me off of the couch and commanded me to eat her out.. I did. Her pussy was sopping wet and very hairy and funky. Obviously hitting me rang her chimes, so speak. I went to work, on my knees, eating her wet, mature cunt. Her very storng hands held my face in place. For at least an hour. Her excited moans were music to my ears. Now and then she would kick me in the dick and balls. It hurt! Or pull my hair, or just slap my face hard. But I didn't stop eating her. She also enjoyed slapping me in the back of the head. Hard. Many times. A small price to pay. Vague memories of being in her bed with her. She liked holding my hard dick. Then allowing me to "nurse" on her gargantuan breasts. Heaven. Softly sucking on the Goddess. She kept up a low moan as I nursed for at least an hour, in the dark. When I woke up next to her, in the morning at about 5 am I could not believe it really happened. The wet dream cum true. She smiled at me and kissed me. The dream just kept getting better. We made out for a bit. Then she was caressing my face. "I had so much fun last night, Jerry. You are such a sweet sissy. I'm going to sit on your sis face now. I want you to eat me while I bitch mark you." True to her word, she did exactly that. Suddenly springing out of the bed and plopping her wet cunt on top of my face. I look up at her and she had a big, happy smile on her face. Then covered me with her wet cunt. I proceeded to eat and suck and lick her hot wet pussy for about an hour. Now and then she would drag her wet, excited cunt up and down my face. Leaving a trail of pussy juice. "Ah! Ah!! Ahhhhhhh. Eat it, Jerry. That's it. Cocksucking fag. Eat Mommy's pussy." That was just where I wanted to be. After she had many shattering orgasms, with plenty of screaming and rubbing herself on my face. She finally dismounted. She was smiling and leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you, tiny dick faggot. Be right back." I was still wondering if I should pinch myself cause it still all seemed like a dream. She returned with fresh coffee. Then returned with a cup for herself. "You ate Mommy so good, fag. Thank you. I could get used to that." We drank our coffee in silence for a while. "Mommy's going to have to get up soon Jerry. Love you eating my cunt in the morning. I bitch marked you, fag. Put my personal pussy smells all over you. Leave it on your face. Don't wash it off. Understand?" "Yes Mommy. I won't. I love your personal smells on me." "Leave it on all day. Mommy wants everyone to know that you are her pussy sucking fag sissy. Got it, faggie?" My next memory is her putting me into her soiled Mommy panties. "This is a Special Present for a Special Sissy." I watched her take them off quickly. First, she pushed them against my nose. The strong cunt odor was very powerful. "Like that smell, faggot?" "Oh God yes Mommy." "That's my Good Girl." Then her hand on my hard dick. "Mmm I guess the sissy does like Mommy's cunt smell." "Step in Sissy." Then she was pulling them up my legs. They were soaking wet with cum in the gusset. I loved it. "From now on I always want you in panties. Always. Understand?" "Yes Mommy. Thank you." "You're welcome Sissygirl." "Thank you so much." "Now get outa here." I jumped up, got dressed and walked back to my apartment downstairs. With Mommy's cunt smells all over my face. Her very strong pussy scent. I felt so lucky. The Chosen. I'm sure part of my extreme attraction to Sharon was her unpredictability. I could never figure out what was coming next. I did not hear from her for a few days. Then a phone call at about 9 pm on a week night. "Is your pussy clean?" "Yes Mommy." "Good girl. Are you in panties?" "Yes Mommy." "Have you been jackin off your tiny weiner and thinking of Mommy?" "Of course Mommy." "Good girl. Come upstairs. I want to see you." Of course I was brick hard as soon as I heard her voice. She greeted me at the door in an opaque robe over a matching bra and panty set. A sweet kiss on my cheek. "Strip down to your panties and then fix us some Scotches." I felt so lucky just to be in the same room with her. We made small talk, normal conversation about what was going on in our vanilla lives. Then she produced a joint and we smoked that, sitting on the couch together. "You're lil weiner looks cute all hard in Mommy's cunt panties." After we finished the joint, she said she needed to spank me now. I was hoping that it wouldn't be too hard. I was wrong. She pulled me quickly over her lap with one of her strong legs wrapped around one of mine. Trapped by Mommy. Once she had me locked in place, she just went to town on my poor ass. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! It went on and on and on. The harder I screamed, the harder she hit me. I could not believe how strong she was. I was screaming and bawling in no time. At one point I made the mistake of putting up my hand to block her blows. She quickly grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back. "How dare you!! Tiny dick fag. Don't you EVER TRY TO STOP ME FROM HITTING YOU. Got that, faggot??" "Yes Mommy. I'm sorry." "You're going to be a lot sorrier, bitch!" Then she roughly shoved me off her lap onto the rug. Grabbed my face with both hands. "Hold still," she said. Then an extremely hard slap across the face. I exploded in tears and screams. Then two more powerful face slaps. WHACK! WHACK! I could feel her hand prints on both sides of my face. I was screaming and blubbering with tears. "Don't you EVER try to stop me from hitting you. You're a sissy and sissies get beat. Deal with it fag!" Then I was on my knees eating her sopping wet, smelly excited pussy. Obviously the spanking turned her on. I adored having my face in her wet, hairy cunt as she pulled my hair and screamed at me. That went on for about half an hour. "Eat it cocksucker! Eat your Mommy's hairy cunt." Then we took a break. Later on, she had me strip. I was laying on her bed and she said "Mommy needs to diaper her lil dick baby." She loved seeing my dick all hard. Then she put baby oil lotion on me and jacked my dick a lot. She turned me over and put baby oil on my ass too. Then her finger deep in my asshole. "Such a pretty pussy, Jerry. Mommy's going to fuck you here down the road. Get ready for it fag. Yeah. Mommy loves to see her lil dick sissy all excited." Then she put baby powder on me. Then she diapered me in a big adult sized diaper. A new adventure. My ass still stung from the hard spanking and so did my face. I would suddenly start and stop crying, I had no control over it. But my hard dick sure felt good in the diaper. "Jerry, hon, we both know that your dick is very small. Isn't it?" "Yes Mommy. I have a small penis." "Yes you do. Now if anyone asks you why you are wearing a diaper, you say, "I have a small pee pee. Mommy says my dickie is only baby size so I have to always be in a diaper around adult people." Something about her indoctrinating me just turned me on more. "Say it. Why are you wearing a diaper?" "I have a small pee pee. Mommy says my dickie is only baby size so I have to always be in a diaper around adult people." Her face lit up. "Good girl!!" Here she gave me a deep and long French kiss, while squeezing my dick and balls in my diaper. Then she dismissed me. So I was always kind of walking on eggshells around her, wanting the sex and discipline to go on and on. A few nights later, another phone call. "Hello?" "Hi, I'm trying to reach Jerry, the tiny dick sissy?" "Speaking. Hi Mommy." "Hi fag. Come upstairs." This time she was in her robe again, only naked underneath it. We had drinks and smoked a joint. "Mommy has a present for a good sissygirl who took a good spanking." Here she went to a drawer and took out a short butt plug, about 3.5" in length. She displayed the plug to me. It looked very life-like. "But first Mommy is going to put some suppositories up your pussy so you can make poopies. She had me lay face down on her bed and soon I felt her putting something like Vaseline into my asshole.. Then her pretty finger in there. Deep. "Such a pretty pussy on my sissy." Then she inserted the two supps. And then she put the butt plug up my cunt. "There we go sissy. All supped and plugged in her cunt. From now on, Mommy doesn't want you cumming without a plug up there. Understand?" "Yes Mommy." "Why does Mommy want you plugged all the time?" "I'm not sure." "To train your pussy, hon. So you get used to having something up your cunt when you cum. So you get used to having dick up there." "Yes Mommy. Thank you." "You're welcome, faggot." Then she diapered me. I was rock hard in my didies. We were back sitting on the couch and I had just made us a second round of drinks. A knock on the door. I froze. Sitting there in just my diapers on her couch. "Well, answer the door, Sissy!" I was very nervous but I certainly didn't want to piss Sharon off. I opened the door and here was one of the tentants. A big black guy who lived on the first floor. I had seen him around the building a few times. "Well well, who's this?" "Uhhh..I'm Jerry." "Hi Jerry, I'm Jim." We shook hands. He was about six foot and very muscular. My hand disappeared in his hand. "Hey Jim, come on in", Sharon said. "This is Jerry, your neighbor." "I know. We just met." "So ask Jerry why he's in diapers." "Okay, Jerry why are you in a diaper?" "I have a small pee pee. Mommy says my dickie is only baby size so I have to always be in a diaper around adult people." Jim started laughing. "Lemme see it." Here he pulled aside my diaper and looked at my hard little dick. "Oh, you're all hard. I guess this excites you?" "Yes Sir. It does." Then he was gently squeezing my dick and balls. "You're small, but cute Jerry. Nice liddle dickie. Do you like me touching it?" "Oh Yes Sir. Thank you." "You're welcome. Like you callin' me Sir. Shows respect." Thank you Sir." "Jerry, get Jim a drink." I scurried off to the kitchen and made him a Scotch. When I delivered it to him, on the couch, Sharon told me to sit on the floor, on the rug. We smoked another joint together and I enjoyed looking up at at this handsome black man. He had a fade haircut and seemed very intelligent. "Jim, show Jerry what a real man's prick looks like." Now I wondered if this had all been planned. But I didn't care. He slowly stood up, removed his shoes and socks, took down his jeans, and then his underwear. Out popped a huge black hard dick. Maybe nine inches. He was very proud of his weapon. It was pointing at me. He was smiling. "Wow. Lookit that Jerry. He's much much bigger than you." "Oh yes, much bigger." "Jerry, where are your manners? Get that dick in your mouth!" Of course I obeyed her. Still on my knees, I crawled over to him and put my mouth over it. It was huge. I immediately noticed a strong funky odor coming from his prick. My small mouth was straining just to cover the tip of it." "Ohhhhh yeah, babe." "Atta girl. That's what the fag needs. A real dick, not like his tiny baby sized one." Time stopped. Jim was moaning and quietly petting my head, like a good dog. I careesed his big balls with my hand and slowly went up and down the huge pillar in my mouth. "Ohhh fuck he's good. Yeah babe. Suck that dick. Make daddy cum." His dick tasted delicious. I loved him petting me. It went on for a long time. I could hear Sharon lighting another joint and inhaling it. I just concentrated on my job at hand. It lasted about 15 long minutes. "OH! Oh fuck! I gonna...gonna shoot fag. Take it Eat my cream!" His big hand on my head, holding me on his hot dick. "Whoa!!! I ca...cumming!!" Suddenly an explosion of jizz in my mouth. His shaking hands holding my head in place. "Good girl! Take his load sissy!!" I stayed with him, after several blasts of jizz, and rode it out. After a bit, his body seemed to relax. I slowly swallowed his man cream and then his hard dick lost altitude and deflated. After he slid out of my mouth, I sat down on the floor again. Mommy leaned over and tussled my hair. "Good girl. Mommy is proud of her widdle dick cocksucker. You did good Jer." I lived for her approval. Jim left shortly after that. Sharon and I had another drink. Then I had to take a crap. She went into the bathroom with me and watched me as I did a number a #2 in the bathtub. Sharon was turned on watching me shit. She was masturbating her clit. I finished and she wiped me up and then washed my ass. I was hard the whole time. She cleaned up the bathtub and then I ate her pussy for about a half hour. What a strange hot woman. I didn't see her for about a week. Then another phone call at about 9pm. "Are you in panties?" My dick went up immediately. "Yes Mommy." "Come upstairs. Mommy wants to see her sissy." Sharon let me in with a sweet kiss on the lips. "Strip down to panties and then make us some drinks fag." Of course I followed her orders immediately. When I returned with the drinks, I noted she had taken off her robe and was in a sexy bra and panty set, with heels. She looked divine. I took a seat on the couch with her. And we toasted each other with our Scotches. She smiled when she noted my hard dick in my panties. She patted my dick and said, "Good girl. Mommy loves to see you hard." Then she removed a joint from her bra and we began smoking. It was strong weed. I was so happy to be in the room with her. After we smoked in silence for a while, "I was very impressed with your cocksucking skills Jerry. When did you suck your first dick?" "Sixth grade." "Ha ha ha ha ah. I thought so!!!!" She was doubled over with laughter. "Tell Momma." "It was so weird. I had never really thought of myself as homosexual or bisexual. But I knew that a few good looking guys my age I was attracted to in a sexual way. But of course they were very straight, or so it seemed. Anyhow, all thru grammar school I hung out with these three very close friends, Jim McCarthy, Howie Byrne, Holmgren and me. We were all close in elementary school. We were all very straight and obsessed with girls our age that were always so unobtainable. All four of us went to Catholic, all boys high schools, which made females even more unreachable. One convenient thing about this situation was that all four of us went to different Catholic high schools. Around sixth grade we all obtained fake ids identifying us as being 21 years or older. Back then it was simple to buy or even create your own fake id. And we all got away with it. It was so much fun to fool the bartenders into thinking you were of age. An adventure. From 6th grade on, we began to drink more and more. A sign of machismo at our age. Anyhow sometimes it would end up that just two or three of us would be drinking together and some secrets might come out. I can vividly remember that little Howie literally seemed to worship McCarthy. Not only agree with everything he said, but immediately go along with whatever orders or suggestions he might make. I remember Holmgren telling me a story once of going over to McCarthy's house only to be told by his father that Jim wasn't home yet. Holmgren spots Howie there. "So what are you doin' here, if he's not home?" "Just waitin'." Howie seemed to literally worship McCarthy, following him around like a little lost lamb. Then after some more time, after some drinks, Jim would make jokes about Howie getting blown or blowing some "homo guys" in cars, for money. Howie would react like he was embarrassed but never denied or addressed the subject. Then probably another month later, it was just me and McCarthy drinking beer in his dark basement. He told me that he had gotten Howie to blow him and how Howie was very good at it and how great it was. Chuckling, he explained how he told Howie that he could not reciprocate since he had a lot of hang ups about urine and germs. How he couldn't even bring himself to eat a woman's pussy because of this. I knew that was bullshit but hearing about Howie blowing him on a regular basis got my dick very hard. I knew that Howie often spent the night at Jim's. Both sets of parents were cool with it, having no idea of them having sex upstairs in Jim's bedroom. So I began jackin off to the image of Howie blowing me. But it was paramount that no one else would know. Just me and Howie. The opportunity came about a month after Jim telling me about Howie doing him on a regular basis. Howie and I were up in my bedroom, drinking beer. In my mind I acted like it was all part of some spy movie. I don't remember how I broached it, but I was not at all nervous. I think I asked him about whether it was true about him getting blown by adults who picked him up as he was hitchhiking on his way to high school." "Fuck yeah, it's great." "So.. it feels good?" "Feels fuckin' wonderful. Let's go in the bathroom, I'll blow ya right now." And he did and he wasn't kidding. I remember sitting on the toilet and Howie kneeling in front of me. As soon as he took my hard dick in his mouth I just shot off to Mars. He deep throated me and I came in torrents in about 5 minutes. It was out-of-this world wonderful. I remember right after I came, and Howie swallowed it all down and waited until my dick went down. Howie was very sweet to me, very affectionate even after making me cum in his mouth. Touching my legs a lot and kissing my thighs. And I kept thinking "How could I have been missing this all this time?" I thought of Howie blowing McCarthy for months and months and I was so envious. But the sweetest thing was that Howie was very gracious and obviously really enjoyed doing me. After about two more blowjobs in my bedroom I reciprocated and blew him. He was a short, skinny kid but he had a very big prick. His body had a very funky odor that really turned me on. I loved it. Another great thing was that Howie did not look at all gay. He looked just like any other kid his age. The most fun about the affair with Howie was that no one ever caught on. That made it doubly exciting. He did not look at all swishy. But very masculine. As soon as he got his drivers license at 16, McCarthy bought a cheap used car. We would all be out in McCarthy's car,at night, just driving around. McCarthy was the only one with a car at the time, and Howie and I would be in the back seat. Holmgren would be up front sitting across from McCarthy. We'd all be drinking beer and just driving around, being kids, pretending we were so interesting drinking our beer in the dark. And suddenly I would feel Howie's hand on my dick in my pants. My prick would shoot up like a missile from his furtive touch, never saying anything. It would drive me crazy We'd all be talking about girls or some sports and Howie would be working away on my hard dick in my pants. It was glorious.. Howie would caress and clutch my dick in my pants on and off for as long as it was dark and no one had any idea. Of course I would touch him also. It was all so secret and exciting. Shortly after this my parents moved my bedroom down to the basement. My aunt had lived there for a while and then she moved out. So it was a bit of privacy that I savored. There was a window to the bedroom and Howie would come by more and more frequently. Knock on the window and I would gladly let him in. He would jump thru the basement window, silently. Then we would sleep together, frequently ending up in a 69. It was so hot and wonderfully sexy. Howie's parents were much more liberal about him staying out all night. They could care less. And he could get away with it. In the morning I would shoo him out before anybody got up. Then he would hitch hike home. I remember one incident with Howie that really stands out in my memory. The four of us were all over at Holmgren's house, in the basement. Somehow Holmgren had gotten hold of a very hot "stag film" of slutty women with very hairy cunts and guys with big dicks. And they were fucking and sucking for about an hour and a half. This was a first for us high school kids and it was super exciting and arousing. Holmgren probably swiped the film from his father. We played it on one of those super-eight projectors. So we all stay overnight and fall asleep on the stuffed chairs in Holmgren's basement. At one point I remember feeling a hand on my dick in my pants. In the dark. Guess who? It was Howie again. My dick was cast iron hard, as he knew it would be. I followed him into the laundry room next door. We felt each other up and I begged Howie to come back to my bedroom down the street. He played hard-to-get while caressing my rock hard prick in my pants. I had to pull myself away from him and say my goodbyes. Thank God Howie showed up at my house about an hour later. I was soooo horny for him at that point. We quickly dropped into a hot 69 and we both shot off quickly. He was hands down one of the sexiest people I ever met. Meanwhile Sharon was masturbating the whole time during this story. She looked like she was in a trance, with her hand on her clit. "I gotta spank you now! Stand up fag," I stood up in front of her. She stripped off my panties and pulled me over her lap while she sat on the couch. Then she whalloped the hell out of my ass. I was screaming and bawling but that only seemed to goad her on. Finally it was over. I was still crying and my face was wet with tears. She shoved me off of her lap and pulled my face into her sopping wet, stinky cunt. It was heavenly. I ate her out for about an hour. Her pulling my hair and slapping the back of my head. She came again and again. Finally we took a break. I had never seen Sharon so excited. "That was wonderful. You made Mommy cum so hard, so fuckin' hard. Your pain tolerance is building. Mommy likes that. Refresh our drinks fag." As I walked into the kitchen to fix our drinks I noted my face was drenched in her cunt juice. I loved it. I wanted my face to always be like this, Mommy's pussy cum all over me. We both sat on the couch sipping our drinks and coming down from the thunderous sex. I was blissfully happy. I just wanted this relationship to go on and on. Like a magic carpet of orgasms. "You wore me out, Jerry. You better go." That night I lay on my own couch, staring up at the ceiling, but only seeing Sharon Tengblad and her thick black bush of pussy hair,glistening wet. I did a lot of thinking about us and where I stood and how long it could last. I knew that I would be devastated if she ever dumped me. In the short time I had known Sharon I knew that she really didn't like weak men. Oh she loved controlling and beating sissies. But the bottom line was she preferred people who made it on their own. In their vanilla lives and ambitions. I acknowledged that I was totally besotted with this goddess but I had no real self respect in this relationship. I still wanted it her way, but had to come up with something to support me and satisfy my ambitions. I decided to devote two hours a day to writing, seven days a week. I had to see if I could produce something of value. That night I started work on a short one act play. Over the course of the next week I went from the kernel of an idea to several pages of dialogue. And I was unbelievably proud of myself. Maybe I could do this. Sharon phoned me one night, about five days since our last torrid encounter. "How's your pussy?" "Fine Mommy." "Are you in panties?" "Yes Mom." "Why don't you come upstairs? Mommy wants to check your pussy." "I..I can't Mommy." "What?" "Actually I would love to see you Mom, but I'm working on a writing project right now and if I see you I'll lose all of my momentum." Silence. I waited it out.. "That's good, Jer. I'm glad that you're finally writing again. When do you think Mommy will be able to see her widdle dick sissygirl?" "I'm not sure Mommy. Depends on how much progress I make on this. May I phone you toward the end of the week?" "Of course, Jerry. Talk to you then." After I hung up the phone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I could not believe how strong I had been. I was very proud of myself. Usually I was so weak when in her company and her all powerful hairy pussy. I knew that I was playing a dangerous game. The last thing that I wanted was to lose her. But deep down I knew that I was doing the right thing. She would respect me more if I had my own life, an artistic life. Toward the end of the week I had knocked out about ten pages of the first draft of the play. I was feeling very good about the whole project. Of course I had jerked off a few times thinking of HER. I phoned her on Thursday night. "Hello?" "Hi Mommy." "Hi Jerry. So nice to hear from you. How is your widdle weiner?" "It's good Mommy but it misses you. I wondered if we could get together soon?" "That would be lovely sissy." "Are you free for tomorrow night?" "Yes I am." "How 'bout if I bring over some Chinese take-out and some wine?" "That sounds lovely. My pussy has missed you." "And I've missed her. Eight o'clock tomorrow night?" "See you then sissy." Butterflies in my stomach all over again. Fantasizing about what would happen with her. Just play it by ear. But nonetheless proud of myself for standing up to her. That night, before going out to pick up the Chinese food and the wine, I made it a point to put my butt plug in and wear her panties. Sharon greeted me at the door in her bathrobe. She appeared to be naked underneath. As soon as she shut the door behind me, she embraced me and I got a very long, torrid deep French kiss. It went on for a while. Of course my dick was cast-iron hard. "I've missed you faggot." "I've missed you too Mommy." Her hand on my dick in my pants. "There's my little friend." My God I had missed her touching me there. "May I pour you some wine Mommy?" "Yes Sissygirl." When I brought the two wines out to the living room, heart attack time. Sharon was sitting on the couch stark naked, her hand playing with her hairy cunt and devouring me with a hungry look. "Put those down and kneel down in front of Mommy." I obeyed her immediately. Once I was on my knees in front of her, she bent forward on the couch and held my head in her soft hands. "Hold still." CRACK! CRACK! Two powerful blistering slaps to my face. I started bawling immediately Her face lit up with a smile. CRACK! CRACK! Two more of equal strength. Now I was blubbering, tears streaming down my face. I felt like such a child. A child with a hard dickybird. Then her hand behind my head pulling me into her sopping wet funky cunt. "Eat it, fag!! Make Mommy cum." I happily ate her out for about the next forty minutes. Forty minutes of Heaven. God I had missed the excited scent of her cunt. Toward the end of the eat out, Sharon went a bit nuts, pulling my hair and slapping the sides of my face very, very hard. Thru the pain and tears I kept eating her. Cause that's what Mommy likes. Sharon seemed to have half a dozen shattering orgasms. Finally it was over when Sharon pushed me away from her pussy. Her big body glistening with sweat, she lay back on the couch, her heart pumping a mile a minute from her orgiastic ordeal. Silence. Finally after about 10 minutes she got up off the couch and tousled my hair. "You did good fag.. Mommy's missed your sissy tongue." She handed me my wine and we just drank and took in the sight of each other. I knew now that my putting her off for a change was the right move. After we caught our breath, Sharon got up and served the Chinese food. She had the table all set. I loved seeing her walk around naked. Her pussy was glistening with moisture. "You sure gave me an appetite, Sissy." We devoured the food and caught up with each other. Sharon said she really missed me. I was touched. She said that she had never masturbated so much in her life. That she just kept thinking of the Howie story and how sexy it was. The image of me and Howie sixty- nineing on my bed. As we ate she put her sexy bare foot on my dick. I loved that she was so sexual and affectionate. I had really missed her. "Do you have any more true life cock sucking stories like that Jerry?" "As a matter of fact, I do Mommy. One more. I thought about it while I was working at home." "Strip downj to panties, fag. Then we'll smoke this j while you talk." I had been on my knees eating her cunt fully dressed. Didn't bother me a bit. Now I stripped down to just panties and joined her on the couch. You've got your plug in!! Atta girl!" A rush of pride came over me. I loved this goddess approving me." "Mommy is so proud of you. Can't wait to fuck your pussy, take your cherry." We shared the joint, passing it back and forth. I felt like pinching myself being so close to this breath taking creature. It happened when I was seventeen. It was probably the middle of the summer, some time in July. I was just spending the day at the country club pool, alone, and eyeballing all the girls in bathing suits. And super horny as usual. About three o'clock I headed over to the men's locker room to change out of my bathing suit and get dressed and go home on the bus. But something happened there that hit me like a brick in the head. There were about five men standing around in various states of undress. Then I glanced at this one guy and saw the most magnificent dick and balls I had ever seen. He had a huge prick of about ten thick inches, with a prominent Prince Valiant type head and two big balls hanging under it. Surrounded by a thick bush of black pubic hair. It was so hot looking that it just took my breath away. Time stopped. I don't know how long I just stood there, staring at him, but it was a long time. The guy had kind of a smirk on his face and I remember he just stood there, no hurry, allowing me to just savor the sight of his very big dick and balls. Finally I just kind of came to, out of my trance, and looked away. I was embarrassed. His whole body seemed so animal, so sexual. As if he was a completely different species from me and my little dickie. When I finally realized where I was I looked at his face. Instead of being angry at me for staring at his dick, for a long time, he seemed pleased. Proud of what he had and that it was so much better than mine. And we both knew it. Smiling. As if waiting for me to finish gaping at his magnificent dick and balls. I was very nervous. Embarrassed. And got dressed quickly. As I got out of my suit and into my street clothes I realized that the man I had been hungrily staring at was someone I knew. He was Rob Stuart's father. Rob went to my high school and was a year older than me. As I was shutting my locker door, he approached me. "Jerry, do you need a ride home?" "Uh..yeah Mr. Stuart. Thanks." In street clothes he looked like a successful businessman, which he was. I remember he drove a white Cadillac El Dorado with red leather seats. As you might imagine, I was very, very nervous. An adventure. "I really appreciate this ride, Mr. Stuart." "Mel, call me Mel. No problem Jerry. I gotta make a few quick stops." "Ok." We drove in silence. Of course I had a hard-on. He seemed very sure of himself, confident, which was a turn on. I wondered if anything was going to happen. Anything sexy. He was a very intimidating man. But he had smiled at me, after allowing me a lot of time to stare openly at his dick and balls package. I had a feeling something exciting was going to happen. He stopped off at a liquor store and came out with a bag of something, which he put in the trunk. Then we drove to an elegant little motel on Ashland Ave. "Be right out ." It was like the beginning of a great dream. That could turn into a nightmare at any moment. Or just get better. I just kept thinking about him standing in the changing room enjoying me looking at his magnificent prick. Then he came back with room keys. He opened the trunk and got his liquor out of the trunk. "Come on." I joined him and we ended up in front of room 17. He acted l like this was the most normal thing in the world. Going to a motel room with one of his son's high school friends. Once in the motel room he was totally in charge. Flipped on the lamp next to the bed. "What's your pleasure, Jer? I've got Scotch and beer." "Beer is fine for me." I sat on the bed. Butterflies dancing in my stomach. He made his drink at a little sink in the bathroom. Then handed me a cold can of Bud. He sat in the one easy chair in the room, me still on the bed. "Here's to us." He raised his glass and toasted us, touching our drinks. We both took a big gulp. Then he smiled at me. He began very obviously touching and groping his dick in his pants. Staring at me. I was getting scared. "You know, I got very excited watching you stare at my dick. In the locker room." "Sorry Sir. I..I couldn't seem to help it." "Don't apologize Son. I enjoyed it. That's why you're here. I want us both to enjoy it some more." I was so nervous my hand was shaking, with the beer can in it. "Are you nervous, Jerry?" "A little, Sir." "Just relax. I won't hurt you Son. I think we can have some fun together. You did enjoy lookin' at my dick, didn't you?" "Oh yes Sir. I've never seen one that big or as nice." "Would you like to see it again?" "Sure." "Good boy." "Kneel down over here in front of me and take my shoes and socks off." I was down on my knees in a shot, following his directions. I could not believe how great this was going to be. I quickly removed his shoes (loafers) and socks. "You're doin' good, Honey. Now I'm gonna stand up. I want you to unbuckle my belt, unzip my pants and take my pants down." Shaking more now, I did as ordered. He had kind of a superior smirk on his face. When I got his pants off, he stepped out of them. He was wearing jockey type white underwear. He already had a cast iron hard- on. His dick and balls looked huge. There was a cum stain on his underwear, at the tip of his hard-on. "Hang those up in the closet. Then unbutton my shirt, take it off Son." After hanging his shirt up, when I returned to him he was still standing in only his jockey shorts. His dick was hard in there. He grabbed it. "That's what you want, isn't it, Son?" "Yes sir. Very much Sir. "Take my underpants off, Jerry." I had to really pull them out and around his hard prick protruding out of the front. It looked bigger than ever. He sat back down in the easy chair. His brick hard dick pointing at the ceiling. He took a long gulp of his Scotch. "Get undressed Jerry. I want you naked..and relaxed." Again I followed his orders. "Come over here Son. Sit down in front of my dick." I could not believe this was happening. He looked very relaxed and used to this. Staring down at me on the rug, me staring up at his very big prick, which was beginning to leak out of his piss slit. He leaned over and began running his fingers thru my hair, rubbing my neck. "Just relax Jerry. If you are a good boy and can keep a secret, we can have a lot of fun together." It was so cool him playing with my hair, like I was his puppy or something. "Okay Hon. Now I want you to start kissing my balls. Smelling and kissing my big man balls. Can you do that for Daddy?' "Oh yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy!" He put his hand behind my neck and slowly pulled my face into his ball area. He smelled very manly, masculine. I was loving it. I was laying little kisses on his big balls in between sniffing his man smell. "Thatta boy! That's what Daddy likes. He's a good boy, huh?" "Yes Daddy. Thank you." This went on for a little while. Appreciating Daddy. "Son, Daddy needs a refill on his drink." I quickly got up and refilled his drink with ice and more Scotch. When I walked over to him he took his drink and put it on a little table next to the easy chair. "Stay, Son." I just stood there, naked. Then his big hand on my balls, then my dick. "Mmmm." "Nice dick and balls Jerry. Kinda small, huh?" "Yes Sir." "But I like them. You're all hard. Daddy likes to see you hard for him. Kneel d