AN EDUCATION IN DEBAUCHERY 1

First there was my son’s hard on. That was the little jolt to get things started. Michael was truly proud of it, walking from the shower to his bedroom like an emperor. He’d normally have had a towel I guess, but this was an event, and he wanted everyone to see: including his twin sister, Hayley, who I impulsively thought should definitely not be witness to this new development, and she wasn’t, not to start with.

I couldn’t get the image out of head all the rest of the day. I didn’t want to I suppose.

“Michael trotted past me with a boner today,” I said later that night, unfastening my bra and walking into the bedroom ensuite to clean my teeth.

Tom, my husband laughed as he slid into bed. “Really? Ha. Was it impressive?”

“Well, actually it kinda was,” I said through the froth of the toothpaste. “Maybe I just never imagined that his cute little body was going to manage something like that, not at nine.” I gazed at the ceiling. “It’s a very animal thing a hard dick. There was something suddenly quite sexual about him.”

“You thought it was hot.”

Tom said it pretty matter of factly. I looked at his face, and he didn’t need me to answer. I nodded yes anyway. “You’re a dirty bitch, Yolanda,” he snickered. We fucked and he talked to me about how he’d like to see Michael’s dick in my mouth, see him between my thighs giving all he’d got. My little boy with his new toy, his new weapon.

And through a slight gap in the door I thought I saw Hayley for a second, watching as Joe pulled my hair back, and pounded the living breath out of me. It can’t have been her. What a cliché that would be.

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In Japan, when boys are studying -and in Japan of course academic expectations are crazy mothers often don’t want their sons to be distracted by internet porn. It’s better they think for a proper physical sexual release to get their boys’ heads back in the textbooks. So they suck their sons off, jerk them off, get on top of them and ride them. I saw a movie of a Japanese mother pulling on her son’s little cock. He was ten at most and looking at a magazine.

She sucked him for a minute then stroked away at him with a couple of fingers, and suddenly he came, healthy spurts of jizz. The look on her face … ha! The triumph! And the shock for me. I wondered about Michael. Could he orgasm too. If I played with that newly hard dick would I feel hot cum dribbling down my hand. I started to become obsessed. And then things started moving so fast it became a whirl of demented sexual surrender and depravity.

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We had never considered separating the kids from their shared bedroom. They were good buddies but nudity was completely ignored. Michael might be playing on his game console while Hayley rubbed herself down after a shower and he wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

The following night I had no qualms telling Tom that I kept thinking about feeling Michael’s smooth body, that I was staring at the crotch of his school pants hoping I’d see a bit of a “tent”, and maybe that it would be a reaction to my low cut dress.

And then he made his own confession. Hayley had begun to lose her baby shapelessness. Only just, but there was an inkling of a preteen. We agreed, had no doubt that her fingers were wandering all over herself every night in bed. It was just a casual observation, based on my own experience. (I could make myself come when I was four. Tom was always jealous of that. Girls have all the fun, he’d say.) The confession – well, he was fantasizing about Hayley. Of course. Elaborate fantasies too. I couldn’t wait to hear them.

He took in a deep breath and sighed. “Well, I imagine her sitting on the bed, Michael standing in front of her while he sucks him. Really sucks him. Greedy.”

“Nice,” I whispered.

“Then you and I go in, and Hayley starts trying to suck me, struggling to get her mouth open wide enough, gradually managing to take me inch by inch, and you start on Michael.” He paused.” This is just vague stuff. I feel like all kinds of pervy action will occur to me.”

I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes. “Let’s go in their room,” I said. “Just to watch them.”

I was naked and shivering with excitement. Something dark and nasty was taking over us. But I shouldn’t have been that surprised. When we were introduced at a bar all those years ago, Tom and I bonded because of a shared black sense of humor, and a willingness to make jokes about the worst kind of debaucheries.

We could say and think anything. We loved reading about women teachers who had seduced boys when we knew we should be tut tutting. There was the primary teacher in Sydney who took her charges on a trip into a national park and crept into their tent blurting out; “Who wants a blow job?!” We laughed until we wept.

I would read de Sade aloud. The stories where giant brutes fuck children and chop their heads off. We loved all that mad stuff.

So, it was decided we’d pay the children a visit. The door was open as always, and the light from the hallway illuminated them both, sound asleep. I watched Tom’s cock rise and harden without me even touching it. I lent down and carefully pulled the covers off Lisa. Her long nightshirt had ridden up to her chest. She was curled up just a little.

I wanted action. “I want to watch you jerk off, right next to her face.” I said. Tom said nothing, but moved forward positioned himself over Hayley and stroked his cock in long strokes. I stood next to him, and fondled his balls. He kept as quiet as he could but Lisa stirred and slowly rolled over just a little. Her eyes stayed closed. Now her face was even closer to Joe’s dick, such a massive engorged rod looming over our little girl, shadowing her.

“Imagine fucking her face,” I whispered. “Imagine her being your little slut.” What was I saying?!

He was panting. I knew he was about to come, but where? I wanted to see big globs of jizz splash on Lisa’s face but I knew that would scare the hell out of her. I quickly knelt, took Tom’s dick inside my mouth just in time for the first spasm of hot sticky liquid to hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all, squeezing his balls hard, emptying every drop. And there was plenty.

He sank silently to his knees and smiled at me, shaking his head. I said, “What are you thinking?”

“I feel ashamed,” he whispered. “But that was too hot for any of that stuff to bother me. The shame is a turn on.”

He looked at Michael, asleep, mouth slightly ajar, peaceful. And he looked at me. “Your turn.”

I was trembling. My turn … for what? Michael was tangled in his covers. Pulling them back wouldn’t be easy. Instead I slipped a hand down inside them and doing my best not to touch his chest or belly reached for his cock. Soft or hard I wanted it in my hand. But just as I reached his groin he woke with a start. I jumped back. There we were, his parents, naked and in between his and his sisters bed.

“What’s going on?” he asked sleepily.

“Lisa,” I lied. “She seemed to be having a bad nightmare.”

He took a deep breath, and stretched. “Mmm, okay.”

Now I spotted a chance. “Let me tuck you in.” I pulled the covers back, and Tom and I stared in amazement. Michael’s dick was sticking stiffly out of his pajamas. It was beautiful. “What’s this?” I said, smiling, pointing at his hard-on.

He smiled. “Growing up. That’s what happens isn’t it?” You don’t get to nine without seeing graffiti cocks, at the very least.

Then with barely a moment to think, I lent down and put my hand around it. He lifted his body upwards. “Well, I’m very impressed,” I said in a wavering voice. And then, shaking, I tucked the covers in around him, kissed his forehead, and Tom and I returned to our bedroom.

“My god,” I said, collapsing on the bed. “Oh my god.” His mother checking the size and heat of his erection seemed perfectly fine to Michael. And without warning an electric powerful surge of nervous energy raced through me and I had a shuddering powerful orgasm.

It was just the start.

THE END