Message-ID: <43651asstr$1059437407@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Version: caremail 7.5.3401.0 From: "Emily van Haankden" X-Original-Message-ID: X-Priority: Normal Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id h6SHOOYN006067 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 18:24:12 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} Jack's First Cum {Emily van Haankden} (FFMMfmbb ped inc 1st) Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 20:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, hecate This is a work of ADULT fiction. It is contains highly graphic depictions of extreme sexual behaviour. It is not suitable for children under the age of 18. ------------------------------------------------ ---------------------- Story Codes: FFMMfmbb ped inc 1st Jack's First Cum ---------------------------------------------- by Emily van Haankden Kate stood in mum's living room just like Kate always did: hands on hips, toothy smile on face, long blonde hair down to the small of her back. She could have been 14 ... except for the two small munchkins Power Rangering around her feet shouting "Auntie Emy! Auntie Emy". The three of them looked bronzed from a week in the Med and relaxed at having left her husband's boozy Dad after a short visit. Sam and Owen wanted Jack, their hero, their playmate, to entertain them. But occasionally a woman - me, Kate, or Laura - would swoop down, grab a little boy and cuddle them and tickle them until they squirmed and wriggled free. But I mainly sat out in the sunshine with Kate - tops off - nattering, while our boys buzzed around. It was nice just to catch up and quiz Kate about some of the things it was difficult to discuss over the phone or by email: Q: Was she really cool about Robert having a summer holiday affair? A: Yes ... but, it did put a strain on things, as Robert was away from home working too much as it is, so if he's away from home on top of that screwing some girl, that really pissed Kate off. She'd suggested letting the tramp stay over, and letting her and Robert use the spare bedroom. But Robert thought that would weird the girl out too much. So Kate hoped coming home, it would die out. Q: Was she finding the pace of sex working too much, what with being a mum to two under fives? A: No. It meant she couldn't make all the gigs, and she'd decided not to be away over a weekend again, but otherwise it was cool. Robert was very considerate when he used her, and when he did she felt she brought something more to the party than just another cunt. So she felt valued at work - which is always a good deal. Q: Was she worried that regular punters would become fixated on her? A: Yes ... and no. She'd had punters over identify before with her before. It was quite natural for a punter - desperately grateful for the intimate services you provide - to begin to inflate the relationship into a more emotionally fulfilling one than just a paid fuck. And of course, if a punter is nice and respectful to you, it is nicer all round to show a light touch of fondness. But Kate had dealt with these punters before. In a way they were easy, as they cared what you think. It's the punters who don't give a damn who are the dangerous ones. Q: Did she regret stopping breast feeding the boys? A: No ... and yes. You can't have it all. She loved breast feeding. She loved her boys enjoying feeding from her breasts. But it was a nuisance: her breasts wept quite a lot, and wearing pads to soak up the excess is a faff, as is expressing your milk into bottles when you can't find anyone to drink it up. It was good to talk, as the boys tumbled around with a football. It was better to get home to find that Anthony and Robert had pushed on with the preparation for the evening. Robert had done the catering: a lovely finger buffet. Anthony had put an old door up in the games room with a couple of iron hoops at the top, and had screwed a couple of hooks into the ceiling. He'd also rolled up the rugs in the living room, and put down large polythene sheets over the chairs and sofas. I laid out the costumes for everyone, and drank plenty of orange juice and water. Kate was late, of course. She, her boys, Laura and Jack exploded out of her car and filled the house with barrage of excited shouting and clattering about. Laura went to her room to change. Kate, I and the all boys went to my bedroom. It was chaos: tops and bras - bottoms and knickers came off, fancy dress came on. We dressed Jack, Owen and Sam in their darling togas. Their small white bare shoulders, even Jack's, looked so thin beside the clumped up cloth gathered over their other shoulder. Jack was excited to be undressed and dressed again by his auntie, and she had a slight difficulty keeping his 12 year old manhood tucked away in its place. I had no so difficulty with Sam's four year old, or Owen's two year old tackle ... except they kept on getting ticklish, and it was so tempting to lift them up in the air and throw them on to the bed and smother them in tickles. The boys scampered off and I helped Kate into her Cleopatra outfit: a bright multi-coloured disc round her neck, bare breasted, a baggy white loin cloth wrapped hanging off her hips. She worked her eye make-up into that Egyptian style: black with a long finger out to the side. She so looked the part. I dithered over my costume: I had thought of slutting up my wedding dress. It had been successful before, and demonstrated I could still get into my wedding dress after 18 years. But Kate suggested it might get too messy. I did think of slutty office wear, but didn't really feel like it. So I stepped into a black mesh see-through teddy, pull-up stockings with thigh length boots, black elbow-length evening gloves, and black studded choker: that blonde bitch in black look. Kate did my make up for me: cherry red lips, black eye shadow, black fingernails (yes, I know they're a bugger to get off, but it was a special occasion). As Kate and I tottered down stairs on our heels, the others had already started without us. Anthony dressed in his black leather thong, studded choker, and nipple clamps joined by a chunky chain, had both Owen and Sam hanging from the ceiling! They giggled and yelped as he alternated between tickling them with an old fashioned feather duster, and lightly smacking them with a willowy piece of bamboo. Kate gasped to see her little boys strung up, hanging like little dolls. "Anthony!" I tut- tutted. "They wanted too!" he pleaded. "Oh yeah, and this little chap wanted too as well" Kate quipped, running her hand over the hardness under my husband's thong. "They wanted to copy Jack" he insisted. Jack was hanging by his wrists from the old door. He looked so deliciously vulnerable. I picked up a cane, and swishing it a couple of times through the air, playfully whacked the souls of his feet. He cried out "Ouch!" with each whack, but didn't flinch. Kate moved behind her little Owen, and pulled the hanging two year old to her bare chest, and ran her fingers inside his toga. Owen wriggled and laughed as his mummy's hands ran everywhere over his chubby still babyish body. She blew gently against the back of his neck. Owen was nearly crying with laughter. Anthony stood behind Sam, caning his four year old botty through his toga. Anthony would then guide his hand up underneath the four-year-olds toga, and feel the red warmth of the small boys beaten botty. Laura came in carrying a plate of nibbles. She was wearing her old school uniform. Now that she would be a Sixth Former next academic year, she didn't have to wear her uniform ever again. So it was funny to see her in a bastardised version of it: her blouse open half way down her front, her C-cups squashed into her bustiest push-up bra; a micro mini skirt showing her white thong disappearing up her tanned bottom; white ankle socks; doc martens; her hair in pigtails, with fake freckles dotted around her cheeks. She looked edible: Every bit the sweet 16 trying to look slutty 14. Laura passed round with her plate of goodies, goosing Kate, her Dad and me as she passed. She put down her plate, and stood right in front of Owen, sandwiching him between her and his mum. Together they started a torture regime of non-stop tickling and nibbling of the poor boy. His armpits, exposed by his arms hanging from ropes attached to a hook in the ceiling, were especially vulnerable, as were the sides of his ribs, his neck, the souls of his feet. Soon the two women had tickled him to a frenzy of laughter, until the little lad couldn't control himself anymore, and started to wet himself. No one noticed at first, everyone was too busy laughing at the tickle torture. But Laura felt something wet and warm, and looked down to see the bottom of her white blouse turn dark with wetness, and a soft stream bubbling out of Owen's soaking lower toga. "Owen! You mucky boy" Laura cried. Kate lifted him out of his wrist straps, and lay him on the floor, "Do we have to put a nappy on like a big baby?" "No No, mummy" Owen cried, "I'm not baby, I'm big boy". "But you went wee wee on Laura. Do you think Laura should go wee wee on you?" "No No, mummy, no wee wee". But Laura had already reached under her mini and pulled her thong to one side. Kneeling over her two year old cousins head, she rubbed her lightly to help make the pee come. "Your lucky, matey-chops", Laura laughed, "Laura doesn't have any wee wee for you just yet!" Kate leaned over, and pointing to the clean folds of Laura's well trimmed pussy, and whispered to her son, "you know Laura is ticklish there". Owen raised his chubby fingers and tried to tickle Laura's pussy. I don't think it did tickle, but Laura giggled anyhow. As Kate helped Owen out of his wet toga, muttering, "well that didn't last long", Laura was drawn by the irresistible lure of torturing her kid brother. She didn't even have to do anything, except loom up at him, and she got him wriggling far more than my foot caning. She leaned forward and with the flat of her tongue extended, slowly licked up the bare hollow of Jack's exposed armpit. The shrill of his boyish screamy-laugh could have shattered cut-crystal and attracted dogs from a wide radius. She then collected the phlegm to the back of her throat, making that extremely unattractive noise. Jack flinched at that, thinking that Laura was going to gob on him, crying "Mummy make her stop". But Laura simply reached up on tip toes, so she was just tall enough to let the phlegm and spit roll out of her mouth and dribble on to his short spiky hair. For a moment it froze there. But then it began its stately dribble down Jack's forehead. Like a saliva lava flow heading to an undefended village, you knew it would roll over his right eye and down his cheek, and with no hands to wipe it away, there was nothing for him to do except pull a face of utter disgust. Kate helped Sam down too - his arms were hurting, and he danced around the room in his flowing toga with his naked little brother, with a frolicking mum behind him, her bare boobs bouncing happily to themselves as she ran. So suddenly Jack was feeling very exposed, as the only one left hanging, and faced with me, Laura and his Dad. "Whips? Weights? Pins? Pegs? Or Candles?" Anthony offered. Jack "errrred" for a long moment. "NAaaaa" toned Anthony. "Too long, what shall it be Mother?" "Wait..." I said. "Weights it is" cried Anthony before letting me finish and turned to go to the kitchen. "Mummmmmm" wailed Jack, I shrugged my shoulders. Kate had caught Owen, and had laid him out on the floor, and buried her face in his cute little two year old bum, kissing it and blowing on it to make farty noises, and licking it across each cheek and up the crack. Owen was helpless with giggles. Sam was watching, amused, waiting to be chased, when he spied Laura lurching towards him. Those four year olds can't half motor - up and over the back of the sofa, with no fear for his own safety. But Laura grabbed a trailing arm and yanked the screaming child down on to the seat of the sofa and under her curvy teenage hot bod. Laura placed the palm of her hand over her left breast and lifted it up and out of its C cup. Instinctively, Sam lifted his face and clamped his lips around his big cousin's proud nipple. Some latent feelings of motherhood made Laura sigh softly (or some active feeling that your nipples are hot ... mine certainly were, I could feel them poke through the wide mesh of my teddy.) I pushed myself against Jack's hanging body, and immediately felt something hard under his toga. I pressed my lips against my son's, and swayed my hips so that the hardness pressing against my tummy would be massaged by the slow swish of my body. Children are crap kissers. It's one of the clues that they're only ready for childish sex, not the full-blown adult variety. But Jack kissed me back with surprising force. He hadn't quite learnt tenderness, but high marks out of ten for passion. I love it my boy gets hard for me, though in fairness, he can get hard looking at the ceiling. Anthony returned a little flustered, "I can't find the proper clamps". He held up the weights, some clothes pegs and some string. "Well let's not go hunting about now; I'm sure you can improvise." And I left him to it, and went round, reminding everyone to drink plenty, before settling down next to be sister and nudging her face so I could share in the divine soft fattiness of Owen's baby's bottom. 'As soft as a baby's bottom' the phrase itself is dreamy. What mother hasn't run her face into their child's bottom? It's like ... well what is it like? Nothing else really, perhaps warm glass for its smoothness and a lightly whipped sponge cake for its springiness. Kate had gently parted Owen's chubby little buttocks, and was lost in running her tongue up and down the crack, probing at his tight pink anus and sucking softly on his small hard scrotum. Her hand was underneath, slowly rubbing Owen's small stiff penis between her thumb and fore finger. I nudged her, cheek to cheek, to let me share, my flat tongue replacing Kate's pointy tongue. I also draped a hand on the back of Kate's thigh, and began stroking the inside, down to her knee and slowly up until my fingers bounced against the soft mound of her warm pussy. Kate turned and grinned at me, and we shared a slow tonguey wet kiss. Jack yelped! Anthony had taken his toga off and Jack was laying nude against the old rough door, hanging my his arms. Anthony had tired string round the base of Jack's cock and balls, and Laura was delicately looping small weights through the string, and letting the weights dangle. "OHHHHhhh My God!" cried Kate, looking at my son. "He's a fucking Donkey!" covering her hand over her open mouth, "an absolute Donkey! When the fuck did that happen?" Jack grinned as Kate ogled his erect manhood. "Actually it looks bigger 'cos he's still quite small and doesn't have much pubic hair" I tried to explain. But Kate brushed me aside. "It looks big 'cos it IS big!" Kate stretched over and reached into Anthony's thong and pulled his cock out. Leading him by the cock, she took Jack's cock in her other hand and pulled them as close together as she could. "See" she exclaimed. And she was right, Jack's cock was longer than his father's cock - just by a little bit, but definitely longer. Of course, Anthony's cock was a lot fatter, but then Jack is only 12 and hasn't even passed puberty yet. Absently, Kate stroked both cocks, as she looked at each in turn. "Is this a private thing or are we all meant to measure up?" Robert loomed in the doorway. "Robert!" "I'm meant to be a jogger. Anyone suggest anything athletic?" But not waiting for an answer, Robert took off his jogging top and scooped down his shorts and jock strap. You could see, even before it was erect, that Kate's husband was bigger than either my men. In a rush, he zoomed in on Kate's sexy arse. He pressed Kate up against Jack and moved behind her. Stroking his cock for a moment, he nodded at me to go down and work him up to full hardness. I kneeled in front of my brother-in- law and lifted his plump cock into my wide mouth. He placed a hand on the top of my head and sighed long and slow as I sucked on him. With his other hand, he fiddled under the hem of Kate's loin cloth, and poked firmly around his wife's pussy, until his fingers, helped by Kate pushing her arse back, slid into her cunt. Kate kissed Jack and let my brother-in-law finger fuck her pussy until Robert was satisfied that I'd hardened him up to a full truncheon. You know, that hardness where you feel you could be knocked unconscious if you were hit by it. With a simple shove, Robert entered my sister, and started an energetic fuck from behind. Kate pushed back to receive his meat, making her slowly bend over more and more, until her head was hanging down, and she bent a little lower to take my son's erection in her mouth. Robert was unrelenting: nothing clever, nothing fancy ... just fucking, fast fucking with an iron rod of a cock. Owen, who was watching, looked a little concerned. It look very rough, seeing his daddy pound into his mummy's rear end, hearing the grabbled gagging noises of his mummy's cock filled mouth; listening to the loud deep grunts of each of Robert's thrusts. I smiled a reassuring smile and winked at him. It was a pile-driver performance, and abruptly Robert climaxed lifting Kate clean off her knees just by being impaled on his spunking cock and he pushed with all his 200Ibs into her skinny body. Robert pulled out of Kate with a 'sccchlop' and Kate nearly fell over, catching herself on Jack, who yelped again at the extra weight tugging at his straining wrists. Robert stroked his cock slowly, enjoying the feeling of post release. Kate had to sit down. Laura sat beside her, running her fingers down the insides of Kate's thighs, skating little circles in the cum that had already leaked out of her abused pussy, and running of cummy fingers over Owen's face, encouraging Owen and then Owen to lick their daddy's cum off Laura's fingers. "Pee?" Robert offered. "Yeah, piss the bitch up" I suggested, pointing playfully at my sister. "No" she contradicted, "Jack, do Jack." Robert pointed his plump cock up at his nephew. Jack, arms stretched up high, cock and balls weighted down, lay hanging from the old door. His face was pink with strain. His eyes were wide with expectation. We watched a dribble of cum lump its way out of the end of Robert's cock, pushed out by the urine behind it. Robert first pissed on the floor in front of Jack. Then on Jack's bare feet, then up Jack's slender legs. And finally up against Jack's cock and round his balls. Robert couldn't get his piss any higher... and he couldn't piss for long. It was that nasty bright yellow pee you get after being a bit dehydrated after exercising. Jack laughed and squirmed some more as his Uncle's acrid hot pee flowed over his groin and ran down his legs Anthony helped Jack down. He'd had enough for now. And Kate took the break to put her little ones to bed before they got over tired. Anthony couldn't get the string off round Jack's cock and balls, so had to take a knife to it. So Laura and I sat making how long would it take to get to hospital remarks while Jack stood very very still, until his Dad released him. Kate returned. Anthony pounced, forcing her arms sharply up behind her back. With all her gym work, I'm sure she could have fought off the assault. She certainly had the muscle definition for it in her arms. So I think she let Anthony truss her wrists together, and then her ankles, and then tie her wrists to her ankles. And finally, gather up her small-of-the- back length straight blond hair, wrap it in string, and then, pulling her head back hard, tying her hair to her wrists. Hog-tying our Kate did take a few minutes, and Laura and I, snuggled on the sofa, enjoying watching, were getting quite tipsy. Laura was touching me through the mesh of my teddy. But we were both enjoying watching Anthony go to work on Kate, as was Jack, who hovered around his Dad, lending a hand now and then. Anthony stood to admire his handy-work, looking down at Kate, laying tits down on the floor, head dragged back by the hair, arms tied behind her back, feet pulled up to reach for her bound hands. "Duh!" he cried, "the gag I forgot the gag". He deliberately stepped on Kate's back as he went out to fetch one. Jack, alone, standing over his auntie, watched by his mum and sister on the sofa, suddenly became a bit self-conscious. "Why don't you put that somewhere" I suggested. Jack's erection, a bendy banana of a cock, pointing up to his navel, gleamed with cock spit. He ran his hand up and down its admirable length. Suddenly he made his mind up, and crouched down above Kate's bum. He pushed the rope tying Kate's wrist to her ankles to one side (making Kate yelp). Placed his small hands flat on Kate's buttocks. Pulled them apart using the weight of his body to help. And ran his cock up and down along the crack of his auntie's arse. I don't know if he was searching for Kate's pussy. But he didn't find it. With a "Ohhh Jack" from Kate's mouth, he pushed his thin long uncut cock into Kate's yielding arsehole. It took quite a bit of shoving and Kate "ouching". I was going to lightly scold Jack for not using a condom like I'd told him to, but decided to have that discussion another day. Well it was a family party. Instead, I slid off the settee found the tube of KY in the toy bag, and taking a vibrator for myself, went over and slipped a jellied hand round my son's bone hard cock. It slid up Kate's bottom with one long slow push. "Thanks mum" Jack grinned. "Yeah, thanks mum" a cheeky Kate chipped in. I returned to the sofa and my schoolgirl slut daughter, turned on the vibrator to a soft buzz, and worked it round Laura's panties, as we both watched Jack on top of his trussed up auntie, rotating his hips up and down to fuck Katie's firm arse. Anthony returned with a clutch of gags. "They were in the blanket box!" he exclaimed with an implicit question that no one (ie, me) could be bothered to answer (well were do you put yours?). He knelt in front of Kate, and pushed the bright red ball gag into her mouth. He had to tell Jack to stop arse fucking for a moment so that he could do up the buckle round the back of her head. Red suited her. As did the dribble leaking out of the corner of her mouth. Next he stood behind Jack, and wrestled a white golf-ball style gag (with lots of holes in it) into his mouth. In the struggle Jack fell out of his auntie. Anthony finished the job, and then reached down, and planted the purple head of Jack's cock back into the rose of Kate's greasy arsehole. As Jack started working up his auntie's arse again, Anthony lumbered over the us with the final gag. Laura and I squirmed and struggled with each other, shouting "her, put it on her!". I finally got Laura in a head lock against my boobs, and Anthony pushed the soft spongy pink ball gag into her mouth. This really got him going, and quite roughly he spread Laura's fishnet legs, dragged the gusset of her thong over her arse (and pulled his one down his thighs), and mounted her. I got up, and went to the toy box for a butt plug. It was at the bottom, of course. I returned to the sofa, and with a small dab of KY, and a bit of pushing passed my husbands pistoning genitals, placed it up Laura's arse. It took a bit of pushing. Laura wasn't really at the right angle, and Laura said "MMmmmm Mm MMMM" through the gag. But once up her arse, I knew it would make her father's fucking even more of a turn on. But when it was in, I realised that the biggest turn on was obviously my son. He was really sticking it to his Auntie Kate. His face was flush with effort. His eyes stared down at Kate's bronzed bare back, and the arms twisted behind her. Kate, on her tummy, was in danger of carpet burns from the force of my son above her dragging her body up and down the carpet as his hard curved cock slipped in and out of her arse. Jack was relentless. I sat down by Kate's head, resting it in my thighs, so she was looking up at my pussy. She was flush too. Her eyes wide with pain and pleasure fighting for control of her body. Pleasure was winning out, but as some cost in pain. Each time Jack thrust his cock into her rectum, sitting on her bottom, using his whole 12 year old weight, you could see her flicker a wince. Through the gag I thought she said "he's really fucking me", but you'd have to be a dentist to be sure. I stroked Kate's hair. It felt funny tied back and pulled tight - light the strings of a guitar. Anthony had done a impressively good job with it. I pressed my pussy into my sister's face, and watched my son fuck her arse, and we both glanced over occasionally to watch Anthony's bottom rise and fall into Laura's groin. You couldn't see much of Laura, just her legs raised over Anthony's shoulders, and the black plastic square of the base of the butt plug sticking out of her arse. Jack suddenly started making a funny noise. I looked into his eyes, and saw a look of desperation, of confusion, of losing control. He was fucking Kate's arse so hard, her face against my pussy was nearly knocking over backwards. I had to reach behind me to steady myself. Jack kept on squealing through his gag, and I wondered what was wrong. But he didn't stop. He only went faster and faster. And then it was like he was cumming. Like he was shooting his jizz up Kate's abused arsehole as his body bucked wildly, scrapping Kate along the floor from just the push of his cock. Jack slumped down on to Katie's back, making her wince again as his body crushed her arms tied behind her back, and pulled her head back even higher. Kate managed to work the gag out of her mouth (by dragging it against the carpet). "Check to see!" she cried, "Check to see!". "Check to see what?" "Check to see if he came. It felt like he came. Check to see! Check to see!" Perhaps I was being especially blonde at the moment. But it never occurred to me that my son, my little boy, was ejaculating for the first time. I'd watched him do it, right there in front of me, and it never occurred to me that that was what was happening. I'd seen the cum desperation in his eyes. I'd seen him make his own little eye-popping sex face. I'd seen him cum like I'd seen hundreds (who's counting) of men cum. And it never occurred to me that I was watching my son pass puberty. Not until Kate demanded that I check. And then I knew I didn't have to check. As soon as she put the idea in my head, I totally knew. Jack, laying on Kate's back, looked up at me sheepishly, with a "wow" look in his far away eyes. I crawled over on my hands and knees to inspect Kate's bottom. I pushed her plump buttocks apart, and there, leaking from the tender pink rose of Katie's arsehole, were small creamy lumps of cum sliding down the tops of Kate's thighs. I felt really churned. My son had had his first (?) orgasm and I hadn't recognised it. Me, his mum, who knew the moment he is off colour, who knows when he's unhappy but can't articulate it, who can read his face like an open book. "Welllllll?" nagged an impatient sister. I dabbed a finger into some cum sliding down Kate's thigh, and offered it to her. Kate peered at it, sniffed it, flicked a cautious tongue to taste it. And then looked at me, jawed dropped, wide-eyed in surprise and wonder. I ruffled a hand through Jack's short spiky hair. Jack blushed. I think he realised what he'd done, if the full import of it passed him by. I really would have to have that male responsibility chat with him. Trussed Kate tried to reach her bottom with her tied up hands, but it was impossible. "More!" she insisted. I knelt beside my sister and opened her soft buttocks with my hands, and pushed my face between her cushioning cheeks. I licked around her arse and tried to capture as much cum as I could. But most of it had turned into a clear smear of wetness down the crack of her arse. I crawled round to Kate's head, and pressed my lips up against hers. Kate pushed her tongue into my mouth and tried to click out the taste of my son. I withdrew my mouth, stretched over her to reach my son's groin, where I could reach down and suck on his soft cock. His cum had already turned cold. I kissed Kate again. Kate and I were sort of spell bound, caught in the magic of the moment. We almost ignored Anthony filling up our Laura with his spunk. We both glanced over for a moment to watch his trembling backside spasm between Laura's raised legs. But when he was empty, we turned back to gazing at each other, and at Jack. "Was that the first time you're ..." I found the word strangely hard to say, "you've cum, darling". Jack nodded. "What?" asked Anthony, "What was that?" Anthony unlocked himself from Laura, looking flush. Jack sat next to Katie, looking dazed. Robert jogged back into the room, panting. "Can't stop!" he joked, running on the spot ... and then after no response, asked "What? What is it?" "Jack's cum" Kate said. "What?!" said Robert, not quite making the mental adjustment. "Jack's cum" I repeated, "he's spunked, jizzed, shot his load ... you know, cum". "Oh" Robert said, "Blimey! Jack, you stud". He stepped over to Jack and raised the palm of his hand out, Jack reached up and high-fived his uncle - still dazed. "Who was the lucky bitch?" Jack nodded at Katie. "Cool. Hey, You Are The Man!" Jack grinned with pride. Even behind the gag forced into his mouth, you could see a cheesy grin. Robert slapped Jack on the back. Anthony brought Jack a large glass of whisky, removing the gag. Wincing, Jack sipped it with his father. Laura and I struggled to untie Kate. Somehow it felt too weird to carry on with the sex party. Laura put some music on, and she and Kate, both nearly naked, danced tightly together, kissing as they danced. I sat on the sofa, feeling very weird. Feeling my last baby had just grown up. Anthony gave Jack more whisky, who quickly got quite tipsy. He was going to get his full dose of manhood all in one shot! I went to cuddle my little boy, to press his head against my chest. But he wasn't my little boy any more, and wouldn't be ever again. ---------------------------------------------- by Emily van Haankden / web: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ESF/www / ftp: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ESF/ Help the planet each day! 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