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It was one week until the start of summer vacation and Mrs. Cook the school'sVice-Principal's office was sweltering. The blinds were drawn to block theblazing sunshine, but the door to her stuffy office was shut and I sweatedprofusely onto the worn office carpet beneath her desk.
Mrs. Cook shifted her legs, grunting, ?Keep going, Tommy.?
?Yes Ma'am,? I mumbled against her thick bushy vagina, which gaped and sweatedin the darkness with me.
The late buzzer sounded from the school's main building.
?Stay where you are,? Mrs. Cook said, ?I'll write Ms. Trenton your excusenote.?
?Yes Ma'am,? I replied, firmly painting the flesh surrounding her clitoriswith my dry, swelling tongue.
?Aw, fuck! Shit? Mrs. Cook growled, pinching my head between her grapefruit-sizedknees. ?Yeah,? she cried between her clenched, crowned teeth, bucking her hips.Her large, cellulite-covered buttocks made wet suction noises against her leatherchair while she enjoyed her second orgasm of the afternoon.
?Mmmm,? Mrs. Cook sighed, sliding her chair back from the desk and lookingdown at my kneeling, naked form.
?Not bad for a freshman,? she snorted, reaching for a Virginia Slim from thecrumpled pack sitting in her office inbox. She lit her cigarette, and stoodup tugging the black pantyhose back up her meaty thighs. Instinctively reachingup to help her, she slapped my hand away.
?Get dressed and get to class,? she barked, ?I've got a lot of work to do.?
I crawled out from under Mrs. Cook's desk and began picking up my clothesfrom the floor.
?How's your Mother?? She asked.
?Fine Ma'am,? I said, pulling on my briefs.
?Tell her I said ?Hi'? she said. ?And thank her for the concert tickets. Tellher Mr. Cook and I would be glad to attend.?
?Yes Ma'am,? I said.
?Here,? she said, scribbling out an office pass and tossing it on her desk.
?Thank you Ma'am,? I said, picking up the note still bare-chested.
?If Ms. Trenton starts asking questions about your absences, I may have tolet you make amends with her, understand??
?Yes Ma'am,? I replied.
?You know you're not much to look at,? she said, putting her feet up on thedesk. ?But you've got it where it counts, kid,? she grinned, rubbing a handover her crotch.
I nodded and finished dressing.
?Come say goodbye now,? Mrs. Cook said, wiggling the size 11 gunboats on thedesk.
I walked to her desk and bent down, kissing each of her white leather moccasinsas she took a drag from her cigarette.
?Goodbye Vice-Principal Cook,? I said softly.
?That's all for today,? she said, waving her hand. And I left.
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After school was cross country practice from 2 until 4. I rode my bike homeand walked inside at 4:15. I walked to the living room still wearing my backpackto find Mother.
?Wine,? Mother said, pointing at the almost-empty glass on the end table nextto the recliner. She was wearing her tattered pink and white slip and blackbicycle shorts that were stretched to their limit despite their XXL size.
I went to the kitchen and poured her another glass of Chardonnay from thefridge, bringing it back to her. When I approached, Mother reclined in herseat, throwing one plump leg over the armrest.
?Mrs. Cook called,? she said, ?She told me you were in her office twice today.?
?Yes Ma'am,? I said, ?She said ?Hi' and that she and Mr. Cook can go to theconcert with you and Daddy.?
?Shhh!? Mother snarled, turning up the volume on the TV.
?Sorry Ma-?
Mother hurled the remote control at me, striking my left ear.
?I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR WHAT THEY SAID!? She screamed, her large face puffingup and turning red. Pointing at the controller, she boomed, ?PICK THAT SHITUP!?
I picked up the remote, putting back the batteries that fell out, and handedit to Mother, who snatched it away. Mother's 44EE bosom was heaving.
Instinctively I gingerly removed my backpack and undressed quietly while standingnext to her. Once naked, I knelt on the floor next to Mother's chair and placedmy face inches from her dangling foot.
We watched TV together in that position. Mother shifted in her seat, her foothitting my face.
?Suck on it,? Mother finally spoke, pointing her dry, meatloaf-sized footforward.
I took her foot in my hands and placed my lips against it, kissing it devotedly.
?Your father wants you wearing your blue dress tonight,? Mother said.
?Yes Ma'am,? I said, pushing my tongue firmly against her dark, unwashed sole,dragging it up and down to pamper it.
?I swear,? she said as a commercial came on, ?You're such a little fairy maybewe should talk your cross country coach into putting you on the girl's team.?
?Anything you want, Mother,? I mumbled, stretching my lips around her short,squat toes and twirling my tongue between them.
?That's what I like to hear,? Mother beamed, kicking my head away, ?Go getMommy's toy for her.?
I stood up and went to Mother's bedroom, bringing back the hard plastic vibrator,turning it on to test before handing it to her. She took it and switched theTV to a music station.
?Dance,? she said.
Mother pulled up her slip and rubbed the buzzing vibrator against her quarter-sizednipples. I began moving my hips and raised my arms, dancing to the music.
Mother placed the vibrator down and pushed her shorts down. She pulled themoff her legs, and twirled them, hooting before throwing them at me. I caughtthem, and knowing what Mother enjoyed, I reached into the shorts, pulling outher large granny-style panties.
?Oh yeah,? Mother cried, ?Shake it boy!?
I wiggled my hips while rubbing the damp, stained crotch of her panties hardagainst my face and chest, covering myself with her scent.
She leaned back and spread her legs, rubbing the vibrator around her thicklabia. Mother's glassy eyes stared at my body while I sucked the crotch ofher panties and danced.
She began working the vibrator in and out of her pussy.
?Come here,? she said.
I walked to her, and stood still as she began to fondle my genitals with herfree hand.
?Yeah,? she groaned, licking her dry cracked lips, ?You love Mommy don't you??
?Y-yes Ma'am,? I flinched as Mother's rough hand jerked my cock roughly.
?Tell me,? she said, ?Tell Mommy how much you fucking love her.?
?I-I love you more than anything,? I whimpered softly, ?Oh Mommy, I love you.?
Her fingers wriggled around my small boy's penis, and reached down to firmlypat my scrotum.
?Yessss,? she growled, smacking my balls with her palm while I flinched desperately, ?Ohyesssss!?
Mother's vibrator disappeared inside her as her entire body began to spasm.Knowing what pleased Mother, I bent and kissed her mouth as she shrieked loudlywith her climax. Her sausage-like arms and legs flexed and locked, trembling.Her breathing came in short, rapid breaths, breathing stale wine into my mouthas I French kissed her. As her orgasm subsided, I braced myself.
Mother wiped the sweat dripping from her forehead, catching her breath. Thenshe severely backhanded me with the same hand, screaming ?Don't you EVER touchyour Mother like that AGAIN!?
?You filthy, disgusting pig!? She shrieked as I quickly gathered my clothes, ?Youperverted little fucker!?
I sped out of the room with my clothes, running to my room as the house roaredwith her insults.
?I'm going to cut your dick off, faggot!? She howled. ?Just wait until yourfather gets home!?
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By 6:30 I had the table set and dinner ready. Mother had finished her bottleof wine and gone to bed. Father was due home any minute. I had put on my bluedress as Mother directed. I also had on a white apron and lacey white anklesocks. It was Father's favorite outfit.
When I heard the garage door open, I quickly brought a beer from the fridgeout of the kitchen and down the hall.
?Hi Daddy,? I smiled, meeting him at the garage door to the house.
?Hello Tommy,? Father said, taking the beer and handing me his briefcase toput away.
I followed him down the hall, pausing to put his briefcase in the closet.Then I followed Father into the living room, and knelt by the couch while heunlaced his shoes. I helped his black oxfords off, and put them aside for polishinglater.
Father grunted as he sat back with his beer, flipping on the TV.
?Where's your Mother??
?In bed,? I replied, setting Father's dress shoes aside for polishing later.
He put his feet up on the coffee table, and I scooted over and began rubbingthem through his thin black socks.
?How's school?? He asked.
?Good,? I said, ?I finished a poem for English class. I kind of wrote it foryou.?
?Yeah,? he said, drinking more beer, ?That's good. What's for dinner??
?Chicken pot pies,? I said, gently pressing my cheek against my Father's tired,hard-working feet.
?You look nice,? he said, ?Did your Mother tell you to wear that for me??
?Yes Daddy,? I blushed.
?Your figure looks better too,? he said, ?I told you running cross-countrywould help that.?
?Yes, thank you Sir,? I said.
?Well,? he said, sitting up, ?Why don't you get my appetite worked up a little??
?Sure Daddy,? I nodded, watching him stand and unbuckle his belt.
He undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. I crawled tothe spot on the carpet in front of him. Father's hand cupped the back of myhead and pulled my face forward deep into his crotch, rubbing it into his thickmusky pubic hair.
?Like it?? He asked.
?Yes Daddy.?
?Smell nice??
?Yes Daddy, yes.?
His cock grew to its rock-hard state. He spread his legs apart and cuppedone hand under my chin, squeezing my mouth open roughly.
?Stay like that,? he grunted, shoving his cock into my mouth and down my throat.
I gasped through my nose and held onto Father's hairy legs to stabilize myself.He pumped his cock in and out for several minutes, letting out an occasionalgrunt.
?Yeah,? he moaned, ?Fuck yeah!?
Father coughed and cleared his throat, and spat a large wad of phlegm ontomy head.
I reached up with one hand, and gently cupped and tickled his balls.
Father's grip on me tensed, and he stopped pumping his hips, crying out. Ahot thick load of cum forced its way into my stomach, filling my nostrils withthe smell of his semen.
?Go get changed,? Father said, ?You look like a fucking faggot. No son ofmine is going to be a goddamn fairy.?
?Yes Sir,? I flinched, crawling away from him and getting up.
I went to my bedroom and changed back to boy clothes.
When I came back out, the house was filled with the scent of perfume. It wasmy Mother's perfume. I walked into the living room and she was there dressedto go out. She had on black jeans, a black camisole, black cowboy boots, anda silver necklace. Her face and hair were nicely done. She was sitting on thecouch with Father. They were eating the dinner I made for Father and me. Mothergave me a hard glance when I approached.
?You look beautiful Ma'am,? I said.
?Yeah?? She said, taking another bite of the pot pie, ?Is that why you wantedto fuck me this afternoon, sicko??
Father snorted. I stood silently, head hung low.
?Oh I'm sorry,? Mother said, ?I forgot you were a faggot that wants your Daddyto fuck you!?
Father laughed, and Mother chuckled.
?We're going out with your little girlfriend Mrs. Cook and husband tonight.?
?Yes Ma'am,? I nodded.
?I'm done,? Father said, standing up, ?I'm going to get ready.?
I took his plate to the kitchen and started doing the dishes.
Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. I peeked out the kitchen door and sawMother welcoming Mr. and Mrs. Cook. Mother and Mrs. Cook kissed each other'scheek, and Mother hugged Mr. Cook. Father then came outside. He was wearinga black dress shirt, slacks, and black cowboy boots like Mother.
?Thomas,? Mother called out.
?Yes Ma'am,? I answered, coming out of the kitchen.
?Look who's here, Mrs. Cook!? Mother said, ?And this is her husband.?
I smiled and shook hands with both of them. Mrs. Cook was wearing a red sweater,black stretch pants, and pointed-toe pumps. Mr. Cook was a balding man of about60, dressed in a gray leisure suit, and brown sandals with black socks pulledup to his calves.
?Thomas has such a crush on you,? Mother said to Mrs. Cook. Everyone laughed.
?Well,? Mrs. Cook said, bending down and wiggling my chin, ?I think I mayhave a use for you one day.?
?I'm not sure,? Father laughed, ?His Mother and I think he may be headed fora different ?lifestyle?. Everyone chuckled.
?What was this about a love poem you have for me?? Father smiled down at me.
I blushed profusely.
?Go get it now,? Mother snapped her fingers sharply.
Burning with shame, I went to my bedroom and brought out my notebook. Turningto the French section, I took out my poem.
?What's your poem called dear?? Mrs. Cook grinned.
?When I Look Up,? I said.
?Nice,? Mother said, taking my notebook, ?Read it to your Father.?
My cheeks on fire, I turned sheepishly to Father, and began reading from thepage.
When I Look Up,
My Dearest Father,
You are there, never farther,
Melting away in your arms,
Feeling so safe, from any harm,
For your love, I surrender gladly,
In my heart, you are my Daddy.
?Awwww!!!!? Mother and Mrs. Cook boasted, clapping loudly.
?Well,? Father smiled, ?Bill Shakespeare he ain't!?
?I thought it was good!? Mr. Cook remarked.
?Okay,? Father grinned, patting my head, ?Very sweet.?
?You have quite the admiring son,? Mrs. Cook said to him.
?Very much so,? Mother said, handing me my notebook, ?In fact, by tomorrownight I want it written on the cover of that notebook and all of your books,understand??
?Yes Ma'am,? I replied, taking the notebook. Mother had drawn a huge heartwith an arrow through it, and the word DADDY inside. She smirked at me.
?Well we better get going,? Mrs. Cook said, turning to me, ?Why don't yousay goodbye to everyone??
?Okay,? I said, dropping to my hands and knees.
?Who's driving?? Mother asked as I kissed her boots.
?I will,? Mrs. Cook replied.
I began kissing Father's boots.
?No tongue this time!? He bellowed, causing everyone to laugh.
?Why not?? Mrs. Cook smiled, ?He might be good at it!?
Mother put her hand on Mrs. Cook's shoulder, laughing hard.
I turned and kissed Mrs. Cook's heels. Then I crawled to her husband's feet,kissing his socks and sandals equally.
?That's a nice start,? Mr. Cook said, ?But I'm not going tonight.?
I looked up, seeing the old man reaching out and taking my hand.
?You're staying home with Mr. Cook tonight,? Father said.
Mrs. Cook placed a hand on her husband's arm.
?Maybe after tonight, he'll be writing poems about you too!? She giggled.
My folks and Mrs. Cook went to the door and bid Mr. Cook goodnight. The grandfatherof 3 took my hand and led me back towards the bedroom.
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