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Neighbourly Tutor Book 1
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NEIGHBOURLY TUTOR © December 2001 BOOK ONE
Sexual Fantasy Fiction by Writer'sCramp (Fm, fm, FfmM, rom, humil,
coerced, forced, nc, teen, spk, menst, sm, ws, inc, etc)
The Characters: James (Jimmy) Tailor, aged 15, Jennifer (Jenny) Tailor,
my aged 16, Margie Tailor, my aged 13, Mrs Tailor, my mother,
Bob Tailor, my Dad, Mrs Esme (Essy) Mercer, our neighbour Josie Mercer, her
daughter, aged nearly 16, Eustice Faustino, priest.
Synopsis In Book One: Fifteen-year-old, Jimmy Tailor finds himself left
with the lady next door while rest of his goes on vacation. Soon
learns she has designs on his innocence and between her and her
sixteen-year-daughter, they initiate him into sexual awareness. Is shocked
to find that his prudish sister, Jenny has already been corrupted by the
neighbour and soon,
In Book Two: Jimmy and his sister, Jennifer cut their ties with the
neighbour after her male friend tries to take Jimmy for his own love-boy
and their newfound friendship together grows into a passionate life long
love affair. Many sexual adventures are encountered during this journey
with in many forms dominating.
JIMMY'S BOOK ONE Chapter One
Sometime during the fifteen years I have existed on this earth, I came
to realise that wield more power than any other group of people
alive. They have the ability to make me do anything they want with the
help of cajoling, threats and downright capital punishment, which is no
more than genuine torture.
I objected with all the effort I could when Mum informed me we were all
going to the hills for Dad's month long holidays. It wasn't that I didn't
like my family. They were fine generally, well except for malicious
sisters who made it their sole purpose in life to annoy me in any way they
could. But at least when I was at home I could escape whenever I needed
to, into the confines of Fortress Bedroom as I called it in my mind, lock
the door and my privacy was safe.
But a month couped up with every one including two sisters, one a year
older and the other two years younger, all sharing the same room together?
Well that was just too much. Of course, they objected just as strongly.
"But he smells," Jennifer graciously complained about me. "And I'm not
going to sleep in the same room as him. He's always trying to watch me
when I get dressed."
"I do not," I objected with an ever reddening face, especially when Mum
looked at me strangely as she heard that. The fact is I did peek whenever
I could but never once saw Jenny or Margie in anything less than their
pajamas. I needed to see what a looked like, I really did. But there
was no way I could get them to agree to show and tell.
"What about when you barged into the bathroom when I was taking a
shower? You tried then," she spat at me."
"I didn't know you were in there, sis. Truly. Anyway you were already
dressed."
"Lucky for me. I'd only just put my pajamas on, Mum. If he'd done it
any earlier he'd have seen me naked."
That was news to me. How could I have missed by so little? Damn.
"I caught him on me too," Margie added her bit. "But he didn't
see anything 'cos I cover the keyhole with a blouse every night."
"I'm sure your doesn't want to see you without any clothes," Mum
said with a knowing smile. "After all, you're his sisters. Why would he
want to look at you like that?"
I smiled back at her with all the innocence I could muster. The fact is
I desperately wanted to see both of them in the raw, to see anything, bum,
tits, yes certainly the tits, and hope against hope, what's between their
legs too. I haven't even managed a real look at Mum either. Now her are the biggest. They push out so far she literally bounces when she walks
quickly and I'd dearly love to get a look at her undressed.
I know my sisters are well aware of me trying to catch a glimpse of
something illicit but Mum would never believe her white haired little angel
would want to see her like that. Oh, yes he would, I smiled inwardly.
"Anyway, Mum, I'll have my... You know," Jenny reminded Mum as she
whispered something in her ear. "If he ever sees me like that I'd die."
What on earth was she prattling on about now? I managed to control my
innocent look, desperate to know what was so secret.
Mum blushed and shuffled. "Well, that is a bit of a problem, dear.
Yes, I understand. What do you think we should do, Bob?" She looked at Dad
who continued to read his newspaper.
"What? Oh, yes, I see," he mumbled not really knowing what Mum had
meant. "Anything you want, my dear," he said and kept his eyes glued to
the sports page.
"There's only two bedrooms, you see," she reminded him. "But it'd be a
shame to miss out on such a wonderful holiday."
"I'll be alright at home, Mum. I can look after myself," I suggested
hopefully.
"You're only fifteen, James. You can't stay on your own. Oh, what can
we do?" She looked particularly gloomy.
"I can ring you every night, Mum. Then you'd know I'm alright," I
suggested. Actually, I liked the idea of staying on my own for a whole
month. For one thing, it'd give me freedom to explore my sisters' room.
I'd sneaked in there several times and looked through their drawers,
especially their underwear. They had all kinds of knickers and it made me
feel strange when I rubbed the soft material against my face. My prick
always got hard when I did it and I never knew why but it made me want to
do it more and more. And they had packets of strange things. I thought
they were baby's nappies at first but they never unfolded, just a long pad
sort of thing with a sticky strip along the sides. It was very curious.
Both sisters had the same things in their drawers. I knew it was something
that did that I didn't, but what the purpose was I had not the
faintest idea.
"You are not going to stay home alone, man," Mum said adamantly
but I could see she didn't know how to solve the predicament and still get
away.
"Come on, Mum. You know I'm responsible enough to stay on my own," I
cajoled.
Just then the doorbell rang and the raced to answer it. Jenny was
hoping it was her boyfriend, no doubt and when she returned she looked
disappointed for Mrs. Mercer from next door followed her into the room.
There were the usual pleasantries for we didn't see her all that often.
"So what's the problem?" She asked looking between Mum and Dad and
realising there was an imperceptible tension in the air. "Have I come at
the wrong time?"
"No, it's nothing. We were just trying to work out what to do with
James here. We are going away tomorrow for a month but there's only two
bedrooms at the cottage and the are objecting about having to share
it with him. He doesn't want to go anyway but he can't stay home by
himself."
"Hmm, I see. Quite a problem and I agree there's no way someone so
young should be left alone for that long." She looked me up and down and a
strange smile seemed to move across her face, as she looked me straight in
the eyes.
I'd never had much to do with her and we only ever said hello if we met
in the street. Her though was someone who interested me very
much. She was much prettier than my sisters and I often imagined having her
in my power and able to do all sorts of things with her. They were some of
the best fantasies I ever had. She was in the same level as me at school
although in another class. She thought herself superior and hardly ever
said anything at all to me. I guess that's why I liked to imagine
dominating her and playing with her naked tits. That too, made my prick
hard. But they were only fantasies.
"It's just possible I may be able to look after James," Mrs Mercer
suggested while still looking straight at me.
"What? No, I'll be alright," I said quickly. I couldn't imagine living
in the same house as that uppity daughter.
"You would look after James?" asked, surprise written all over
her face.
"Well, I know Josie would object to having a stranger in the house but
I'm sure she could be made to agree. Of course I'd need to maintain
parental authority while you were away. I couldn't have James doing his
own thing. If you do agree, it would have to be on the basis that James
accepts my authority just as Josie does," Mrs Mercer stated pointedly.
"Uhm, Mum, can I talk to you outside for a moment?"
Jenny giggled aloud as she saw my discomfort. "At least we'd all get
away on time, Mum," Jenny stated with a look of pleasure.
"Yes," Mum agreed dubiously. " But I wouldn't want to put Mrs. Mercer
to so much trouble. And for a whole month too," Mum added as a reminder to
the woman who was offering to be my guardian for a month.
"Oh, he wouldn't be any bother, I'm sure. He'll help with the chores
and it would be a sort of holiday for both Josie and me to have someone new
in the house. Yes I do believe it would be good for us as well."
I was shaking my head towards Mum but she didn't see me, on purpose, I
was sure.
"Mum..." I desperately wanted to get her outside so I could tell her I
didn't want to do this.
"You would be quite safe with Mrs. Mercer, dear," Mum said as though
the decision had been made already.
"But Josie. She mightn't want me to intrude," I suggested hopefully.
"Oh, Josie won't mind. Not if I insist," Mrs Mercer said bluntly. "So,
if you agree, I would expect James to be obedient just as he is to you,
Mrs. Tailor."
"Oh, I know he would be," Mum agreed and I could see my life was going
to be a living hell for the next month. Josie was a spoiled little brat
who I imagined got her own way in everything so I was going to be her
whipping for the month.
"We intended to leave in the morning before lunch, if that's alright
with you, Mrs Mercer," Mum said.
"Surely," she smiled. "He can move in tonight if you like," she
suggested, looking straight at me. I felt myself blushing and said I would
come over in the morning.
"If that's what you want," she replied. "Be there at ten o'clock sharp
then. Give your folks time to get themselves ready. Don't be late," she
added almost as a demand.
"Yes, ma'm," I agreed, a feeling of utter dejection seemed to pass all
through me.
As we were all going to bed, Jenny came into my room without knocking.
"You could have knocked," I growled.
"Now you know how it makes me feel when you creep around trying to see
me in the buff. Anyway I hoped I'd catch you jerking off," she said
deliberately.
"What? I don't."
"I'll bet you do. All the do. That's why you want to look up my
dress so you can get a hardon."
"That's filthy," I said indignantly.
"It's true, just like all boys. But you do, don't you?"
"What?"
"Get a hardon when you imagine naked girls."
I knew I was blushing. How did she know that?
"It just happens," I told her sullenly.
"Anyway, we do it too."
"What? How can you get stiff?"
"Jerk off, stupid. But you'll never catch me."
"Jerk off? You mean...? How...?" I looked astonished.
"Don't know much do you? Well we do and it feels just as good as it
makes feel. That's what Peter said anyway." Peter was her boyfriend.
"Do you let him...?"
"Of course not, but we talk. I know all about how you do it," she
smiled salaciously and made a pumping action with her closed hand. I could
only blush when she added, "How do you clean up the mess?"
"What mess?"
"When you come."
"It doesn't make a mess. What do you mean?"
"You're so naive, Jimmy. When you jerk off and the stuff shoots out?"
"Nothing like that happens. Peter's been teasing you."
"It did when he showed me," she said with another smart laugh.
"You've watched? While he touched himself?"
"Sure, a few times. He likes me to watch and I do too. To watch him, I
mean. I've only ever done it in front of him with my hand under my skirt.
He's never seen my... Well, my privates, although he sure wants to. You
should see how he begs me. It's a scream."
"What if Mum and Dad found out?"
"Who's going to tell?"
"I could. Maybe I will," I said seriously.
"You wouldn't. You'd be too scared."
"No I wouldn't. Anyway, it'd be like pay-back for lying about me
watching you." I looked steadily into her eyes. "Show me how you do it and
I won't tell," I said, blood roaring through my brain like a canon,
"What? You've got to be joking. In your dreams. Besides, say anything
to Mum and I'll tell her about you going through our underwear drawers."
"Wha...? How did...? I never did."
"Of course you do. You've done it several times. You're so messy. If
you say anything, I'll get Peter to shoot all over a pair of my knickers
and show them to Mum. She'd believe you've been jerking off in them. By
the way, if you don't shoot white stuff when you jerk off you're either
sick or you don't know what you're doing."
"What stuff?" Where does if shoot from? You're fooling aren't you?"
"How do you think babies are made, stupid? It shoots from your... From
your thing and it's white and sticky."
I had no idea at all what she was talking about. I must have looked
stupid because I sure felt it.
"Ask little Miss Snooty next door to do it to you. I'll bet you'd go
all the way then. Ha. Ha."
She left the room still laughing and I felt sick because I knew nothing.
Is there any good reason why I shouldn't be allowed to peek in at this
sister who teases me so much, gives me such hard cocks with her explicit
talk and does everything but that which I seek so desperately? What is
wrong with exposing oneself to their brother, anyway? Absolutely nothing.
I laid in bed stroking my hardness until I drifted off to sleep. See,
there no such thing as shooting white stuff everywhere, I remember telling
myself just before oblivion.
Chapter Two
Mum and Dad took little notice when I said I was going next door, She
just waved a weak goodbye and Dad didn't even acknowledge me. Jenny gave
me a one-finger hand sign, grinning widely as I left and I didn't even see
Margie.
I rang the doorbell at exactly ten o'clock and Mrs Mercer immediately
opened it. She had to be waiting with her hand on the door handle, I
thought as I self-consciously walked inside. "Welcome to our home, James.
Are you sorry you've been handed over so easily?" Mrs Mercer asked with a
wry look at me.
"No, Mrs Mercer. It's good of you to look after me," I said
perfunctorily. I guess I had better get off to a good start.
"Come and we'll have tea," she said leading the way into her living
room. She had certainly furnished her home well as everything had the look
of class and expense, I thought in my naivety. Yes she certainly had a
nice home.
"Josie is taking a bath but she'll join us soon," I was informed as she
sat opposite me, her eyes watching my every move. "We haven't had a in
the house since my dear husband died several years ago, James. I hope you
can take his place in the way he left it." I hadn't a clue what she meant
but I said I hoped so too.
"Before Josie arrives, I want to lay a few ground rules out, James.
There is no sense in dallying with such things, don't you think?"
"Oh, no, Mrs Mercer."
"Good. Firstly, Mrs Mercer sounds so formal when we're going to spend a
whole month together. You can, no you must call me Ma'am or Mother." She
saw me start when she said that and added, "You look surprised but just
remember this. While you are under my roof, man, I am responsible
for you just as much as any could me. Your own said as much,
you will recall?" She raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am."
"Josie calls me 'Mother' and it would be quite appropriate for you to do
that as well, don't you think?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I mean, Mother."
"Good. Milk and sugar?"
"What? Oh, yes please," I said as I saw her holding a small milk jug,
waiting for my reply.
"There's no need to be nervous, James. Are you nervous, James?"
"I think so, Ma'... Mother."
"Then don't be, I forbid it," she said smiling almost forcefully.
"Now let me see. You already have two sisters so living in a house with
two ladies shouldn't cause you too many problems," she stated matter of
factly. "Do you have a girlfriend, James?"
"Oh, no."
"Hmm. Then all you know about ladies is what you've seen through your
sisters?"
"I suppose so, Ma'... I mean, Mother."
"But you respect them. Ladies, I mean?"
"Oh, yes, Mother."
"I must tell you this James. Josie and I have lived alone for several
years and became used to walking around unclothed from time to time." Her
eyes bored into me so hard that I had to look away. I was blushing and
felt very uncomfortable.
"Look at me when I speak to you, man."
"I'm sorry, Mother," I said looking up and feeling the hot flush move
deeper.
"It's natural, surely? There is no embarrassment for a to see
her undressed or vice-versa. My concern is that one or the other
of us may forget for a moment that you are now with us and display
ourselves. Do you understand our dilemma, James? What would you do if you
saw such a spectacle?"
"I... I'd say I'm sorry, Mother," I said unconvincingly.
"But would you be sorry, James?"
Now was definitely the time to lie. "Oh, of course."
"I wonder. I had a husband, you remember. I know what think when
they look at a naked woman. What do you think when you see a naked woman,
James?"
"Me? Oh, I... I haven't seen..."
"You've never seen a undressed? I find that hard to believe, man, living in a house with two sisters and a mother. Never?"
"No, Ma'am. I promise."
"But you have wanted to?"
"Ma'am?"
"You have wanted to see them naked, am I right?"
"I... I... I suppose so."
"In this house, James, you will respect women with all the reverence
they deserve. Do you understand? Women's bodies in this house, James
Tailor, will be treated as goddesses. How would you treat a goddess, man?"
What was I getting myself into, I wondered. She was almost saying I
would see them naked. God, I wished my prick would go down. I
self-consciously laid my hand over the erection.
"I don't know, Mother," I said simply.
"Then I will have to teach you. And you will learn, believe me. Am I
correct in assuming you have an erection?"
"An erec...?" I was at loss for words and thought I was going to burst
into tears. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, Mother," I added. If I
thought I could have escaped I would have but her eyes held me still in the
chair as though I was bound to it.
"One of the things you will learn is that erections are banned in this
house. Unless I give permission," she added purposefully after a long
pause. "They are caused by only one thing, dirty thoughts. Am I correct?"
"Yes, Mother," I agreed, letting my eyes fall towards the floor. What
else could I say?
"Dirty thoughts do not show respect but lust. Are you lusting after me,
James Tailor?"
"Oh, no, Mother. I promise."
"I think you are and that you have been imagining how I would look if I
were undressed. Is that what caused your filthy erection? I want the
truth now."
"It just happens, Mother. I can't help it. That's the truth," I added
hoping it sounded sincere.
"You think I am doing this to embarrass you don't you, James?"
"I don't think so, Mother. You said you were telling me the rules of
your house," I said innocently, really thinking she was indeed wielding
this parental power game just like my own mother.
"That's probably the nearest thing you said to the truth so far, man. Ground rules have to be set from the beginning and you will obey
them."
"Yes, Ma'am," I interrupted her.
"It is for our protection as well as yourself, you must understand. I
know of your age have sexual needs just as both Josie and I do. And I
will fulfil your needs," she added, leaning closer towards me.
"Ma'am?" I asked without realising it.
"I will give you fulfilment, James but on my terms. Do you understand?"
"I'm... Not... Sure, Mother," I answered doubtfully, but feeling my
prick rising again.
"As a I know you have urges that have to be fulfilled. It's
natural. But fulfilment has to be earned with respect and obedience. You
like my breasts, don't you?"
"I..."
"I've seen you looking at them," she said looking down at her mounds. Well that's how they looked to me.
"I..."
"There's no need to become all shy again. It's the truth. And I'm sure
you want to see them and Josie's too, in the flesh as it were," she added
directly. "I may let you."
"What?" I let out an exclamation.
"But not before you learn to respect us both and show it in the ways we
require. Only then can I be certain that you wouldn't brag to all your
friends or for that matter, tell your when they return."
"I don't understand, Mother," I half sobbed.
"Of course you don't, but you will. How do you think you could show us
the respect we deserve, man?"
I had no idea whatsoever and looked down at the cup of tea, still full
for I hadn't had a chance to take even one sip. I was too busy hiding my
erection and trying to understand what she was really saying to me.
"I will tell you and I expect total obedience in this for the length of
your stay. The first time you see us every morning, you will kneel on the
floor before each of us, bow your head to the floor and kiss the top of our
feet. Both feet, that is, as you say 'Good Morning."
"You mean I..."
"And seeing as this is the first time you've seen me today, you can
practice now."
"You want me to do it now, Mother?"
"I demand it," she hissed fiercely
faced, I knelt on the floor in front of where she was sitting and
bobbed my forehead against the carpet. "Good morning, Mother," I said
softly then kissed the top of each foot just above her shoe. I began to
get up when she said, "Stay. Wait until I give you permission to rise."
I settled back again thinking how stupid I felt and worse, how
ridiculous I would look to Josie when I had to do it her as well. I'd be
the laughing stock of the whole school once she began to blab.
"Now listen carefully. When Josie comes into the room you will show the
same respect to her. And she is to be addressed as 'Miss Josie' at all
times. Understood?"
"Yes, Mother," I said, red-faced at the thought of what Josie would
think of me when I did this degrading thing.
"Now you may rise. Slowly and keep your eyes on me all the time."
As I lifted myself up I saw her legs were parted. Just slightly but I
saw nothing as my face raced quickly to catch her eyes. But they were
definitely more parted than before. I was being tested. Her eyes told me
that for there was a wicked smile looking directly at me.
"So how did you feel about that, Man?"
About what? I thought. About me kissing her feet or about her spread
knees? "I... I hope I did it correctly, Mother," I stammered.
"You will learn to put more sincerity into your obedience but for a
first time it wasn't too bad. Just don't let me down, James Tailor," she
said with definite warning.
"No, Mother," I agreed, fighting to keep looking straight at her.
"Ah, here's the lady now. The Tailor is here Josie," she said
as I watched Josie walk into the room, a superior look in her face. I knew
it was my cue and fall to the floor in the same degrading way until I felt
the carpet against my forehead again. "Good morning, Miss Josie," I
whispered then kissed the tops of each foot which were bare.
"What?" She yelped with a laugh, jumping a step backwards.
"He is learning to respect you, dear," her explained with a
knowing voice. I had no doubt Josie knew exactly what I was doing.
"The most respect would be for him to clear off and leave us alone,"
Josie spat out at me, fire in her eyes. "We don't need you here," she
added.
"That maybe so, dear," her said, "but the fact remains he will be
with us for a whole month. I'm sure you'll learn to cope with his
intrusion."
"He'll probably rape me," she said accusingly.
"If he does, he'll become a eunuch and I'll let you do the cutting,"
Mother responded with a sweet smile directly at me.
"I'd do more than cut his balls off," Josie said sadistically.
"I'm sure. Now dear tell him to rise. He won't until he's given
permission."
"Then he can stay that way all day."
"No, that's not the way to behave. Accept his respect but then allow
him up. You can order him to do anything you want except when he's under
instructions from me," told her.
"Well that's the only way snotty-nosed should be anyway," dear
Josie sniffed. "Get up, slave," she snapped, so I did.
Josie did look lovely, I thought. She was wearing a jumper that hugged
her chest tightly showing off two that literally made my prick stand
up stiffly. God it's going to be difficult, I thought but with all the
things had just said, she had left the feeling that there was more
to me being here than just being neighbourly. I wasn't quite sure of what
but it seemed like something illicit was being hatched in her mind.
I tried to think of something to let my hardness subside but all I
thought of was what was under Josie's jumper. She wore a pleated skirt
that swished around her hips and came midway between her knees and her
hips. Her face was round and her fell in long strands past her
shoulders. She was slim and I think very fit.
"Have you bathed, James?"
"Last night, Mother," I said.
"Mother? She's not your mother," Josie cried out.
"I am while he's staying here," Josie was informed.
"But... But that makes him my... My brother," she said aghast at the
thought.
"Yes I suppose it does. But you are the elder, dear," reminded
her.
"Now, James," she continued. "In this house we bathe regularly. Every
morning and every night as well as the occasions that you will be required
to cleanse yourself in between as well. You will always use the bath,
showers will not do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mother. But why...?"
"Never question my instructions, James. Never, do you hear?" Her voice
reverberated throughout the room and I saw Josie smile to herself.
"Yes, Mother. I wasn't trying to..."
"You were questioning my instructions, that's what you were doing, man. Do you know what corporal punishment means, man?"
I looked at Josie and saw her looking at me intently; waiting for my
answer, the same smile of superiority all over her face and it was truly
daunting.
"I'm... Not sure, Mother," I stammered.
"Tell him, Josie."
"It's when you get your arse reddened," she answered quickly.
"Watch your tongue, lady. It is punishment that causes pain. The
cane and the tawse. Doesn't your inflict corporal punishment? The
truth now."
"They've never... Oh, I've never been caned, Ma'am," I said with
pleading eyes.
"Well you will while you stay with me, man. I can guarantee it.
No matter how well you behave, I always punish in advance of wrong doing."
"In advance...?" I didn't understand.
"You will receive punishment today for the next disobedience you are
guilty of. Then when you commit the next offence, you will be punished,
again in advance, for the next time you are guilty. I find it allows the
recalcitrant to know what to expect the next time they decide to disobey.
Isn't that so, Josie?"
"I suppose so, Mother," she said with a pout.
"And when was your last punishment, Miss?"
"Mother," she cried out. "Not in front of this boy. It's
embarrassing."
"Just answer, please," pressed. "Unless you want to feel the cut
of the cane so soon again."
"Yes, Mother, I'm sorry. Please no more just yet. My bottom...? Oh,
it was just yesterday," she finally answered.
She was genuinely frightened of what might be in store for her,
something I wasn't yet aware of. It was so scary, how this woman was
beginning to dominate me so soon after my arrival and yet in the back of my
mind I sensed an illicitness that urged me to remain, to see what she was
really meaning. It was almost as though she was telling me I would
experience some kind of sexual pleasure through it all. Maybe she meant
that she would experience the pleasure and I would just feel pain. I
suppose only time would tell. I was frightened and yet drawn deeper
towards the words she hadn't yet spoken.
"Mother, I don't want to be caned," I pleaded.
"Stop snivelling. Of course you may not want to but that's beside the
point. You will be, and that's that."
"When, Mother? When must you do it?"
"When I'm ready," she snapped back with some satisfaction. "Josie, take
this pitiful and show him his room. James, you will do everything your
sister tells you. She knows what she's allowed to do and what is
forbidden. You yourself will do nothing unless you're told to. Do not let
me down or you will be punished twice in one day. Don't forget that."
"Yes, Ma'am," I agreed with some trepidation and then followed Josie as
she walked quickly from the room.
"Wait, Josie. Let me catch up."
She turned and stood glaring at me, hand on hips, her legs wide apart.
"Listen, worm. It's bad enough having you live here but don't you ever
call me that again. You were told how to address me." I struggled to
remember and then replied, "I'm sorry, Miss Josie. I forgot. I just
wanted you to wait until I caught up," I explained.
"I'll certainly never wait for you, you pitiful little slug. I don't
like and especially boys; let's get that clear. All you want to do is
fuck me. Isn't that right?" Her eyes bored through me with fierceness.
"No, Miss Josie. I wouldn't."
"If you thought you'd get away with it you throw me to the ground and
stick that filthy thing between your legs right into me. That's exactly
what you'd do, isn't it?"
I couldn't believe she'd say anything so filthy. "I promise I wouldn't,
Miss Josie," I objected with humility but knowing full well I would do it
exactly as she described it except for the fact that I wouldn't even know
where to start.
"Bullshit," she spat and flounced onwards until she stood at an open
door. "You'll stay here. I'm next door and Mum's straight across the
hall," she said pointing to the closed door opposite.
I didn't know what to do next. "Will I unpack my case, then?"
"No, I'll do that. Put it on the bed."
She was going to unpack my case? She was going to see my private
things? She was going to shuffle through my underwear and things? And the
book? Oh, she's going to find the book.
"No, you don't have to do that. I'll do it," I said, putting the case
on the floor beside the bed.
"Bloody well do what you're told," she snapped in an absolutely foul
mood.
She waited, hands on hips again, until I finally gave up and laid the
case out with the lid open. I knew my face was bright from shame at
what she would find.
"Now stand still. I have some sorting out to do."
With that she grabbed at the top clothes, some shirts, and threw then in
an untidy heap on the floor. "You won't need these. Nor these," as socks
and handkerchiefs were strewn on the heap. "My, my. What are these?" She
asked with a smirk, holding up a pair of underpants.
"Un... Underpants, Miss Josie."
"A bit bright," she said, adding, "for a boy."
Then more embarrassment as several pairs of boxer shorts were laughed at
and thrown on the heap. None of my clothes so far had been kept. I was
getting mad, I knew it, but bit my tongue to keep quiet.
"Hmm, I suppose you'd better keep your toiletries. Couldn't bare for
you to stink of smell," she said putting my bag on the bed.
"Ha, ha. The has brought some reading matter. What pray tell, do his
literary pursuits rise to?" She looked at the cover. "It doesn't surprise
me," she said with glee. "You've brought a sex book into my house, haven't
you?"
To say I was devastated was an understatement. I had no idea how to
explain it and looked towards the floor with deep embarrassment.
"Well? Say something?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Josie," was all I could think of. I might be fifteen
but to stand here and be so humiliated by my so-called was more that
any could take.
"What is 'Sex Slaves Of The Sheik' all about then, slug?"
"I don't know, Miss Josie. I haven't read it."
"Where did you get something as filthy as this then?"
She was looking at the cover that my mind knew so well. Two naked women
tied to iron rings in what looked like a dungeon with a fat grinning pulling at each of their tits.
"From school, Miss Josie. One of the boys."
"Which boy?"
"Colin Segren, Miss Josie."
"And he told you all about it when he gave it to you, I suppose? What
do you do, read it at night and jerk yourself off? I know what do,
believe me."
"I don't..."
"You bloody well do," she hissed at me. "I know exactly what you get up
to. We're not stupid you know. How many times do you do it?"
"Miss?" I questioned, knowing exactly what she meant but thought
innocence was the best response.
"Pull yourself," she hissed again. "How often do you shoot that filthy
stuff all over your pajamas?"
Now here was another talking about shooting something off. What do
girls think we did to ourselves? "Miss, Josie, I don't shoot anything
over my pajamas. It's not true."
"Don't lie to me, slug face. You all do. We have books too. For
educational purposes," she added solicitous.
"I haven't ever done that, Miss Josie," I pleaded.
"You don't play with yourself? You've never made yourself come? I
don't believe it," she looked at me incredulously. "You're having me on,
you little slug. You're lying, aren't you?" She said with glee, looking
hard into my eyes.
"No, Miss, it's the truth."
"Well I don't believe it. Mum will get the truth from you and I look
forward to watching the punishment. She hates lying the most. Never lie
to my mother, for your own good," she said seriously. "What am I saying?
No, lie for all you're worth. The punishments will be all the worse then.
God, you have no idea what pain is, do you?" She laughed, shaking her head.
The evidence of my crime was laid on the bed and she continued to throw
the rest of my clothes onto the heap on the floor.
"Miss Josie, I'll need to wear those," I said finally.
"You won't need any of those, believe me," she laughed knowingly. I
wished I knew what she meant.
"Where are your pads?"
"What, Miss Josie?"
"Your sanitary pads?" She said matter of factly. "For your periods,
stupid."
"My periods? What periods? We're on holidays. We don't go back to
school for another five weeks."
"And you're not going to bleed for that long?"
"Not unless I cut myself," I replied innocently. I had no idea what she
was talking about.
"Oh, that's right, you're a slug, aren't you?" Her voice was the
ultimate of sarcasm.
"Miss?"
"Never mind," she said, exasperated as though I was supposed to know
why. "Well you can remove your clothes now,"
"Take my clothes off? Why? It's the middle of the day.
"So what? Strip. You can leave your underdaks on if you're that
timid."
"Undress? In front of you?"
"What was it that said? Obey me, if I'm not mistaken."
"But...?"
"Or I'll inform her of your disobedience."
I was dumbfounded and yet aroused at the same time. If I'd tried to
undress in front of my sisters they'd have gone running to Mum with all
sorts of tales. But this was demanding that I strip in front of her.
And she was watching intently.
"Do I have to call Mother?"
"No. No I'll do as you say," I capitulated.
It was most embarrassing; even undoing the buttons of my was
humiliating. I removed my and singlet and stood still.
"Well?"
I decided shoes and sock would be next which wasn't so bad but this left
only my trousers. I had often looked at myself in the mirror and thought I
had a good physique. I was good at sport and fairly fit so my muscle
structure was firm and noticeable. I saw Josie watching like a bear at the
honey pot. The thought of her licking me like a bear ran through my mind
but my predicament soon stopped that. I turned my back on her as the zip
came down and she blew up like a volcano.
"Don't you ever turn your back on me, slug. Turn back now."
"I'm sorry," I said in a flustered voice, turning back and wondering
what I should do. Did she really want me to drop my pants? No had
ever wanted that before. But then I'd never been in this sort of situation
before. I looked up into her eyes but she showed no wish to stop me. Oh,
well, here goes. The final clasp undone, I let the pants drop to the floor
and stepped out if them.
"You've got a hard-on, haven't you? You want to rape me."
"No, Miss Josie. I wouldn't do that."
"But your cock's hard, isn't it?"
All I could do was nod sheepishly. I was embarrassed in the worst way
and yet it was so exciting. She was playing sex with me, I was sure and no
one had ever done that before.
"I should make you strip off and show your disgusting thing but it'd
make me sick," she said stepping closer. "Would you like me to take my
clothes off too, slug?"
"Only if you want to, Miss Josie."
"Or perhaps you'd like to put your hand under my skirt and feel me up?
That's what like, isn't it?"
"I don't know, Miss," I replied, shifting from one foot to the other.
"I do. You want to look at me in the nude, be honest. You do, don't
you?"
"Please Miss, why are you treating me like this?" I whined with genuine
feeling.
"Because I like to see you squirm, slug. Don't you like me treating you
like this?"
How could I answer this truthfully, I thought? I did like it in a
secret way, but to tell her that...? "I... I haven't been treated like
this before, Miss Josie," I blurted out.
"That's not what I asked. Answer my question," she napped back.
"I... I think I... Yes, Miss, I don't mind."
"So you do like being ordered around? You like to hear me talking about
dirty things? Is that what you're saying?" She pressed me further, glee
all over her face. A look of real exhilaration.
"Yes," I whispered in capitulation.
"Good. Now go and take a bath. Leave the door open."
"Leave it open, Miss? But anyone could look in," I reminded her with
great doubts.
"I should think so. It's because slugs don't get any privacy in this
house."
"Will you look at me?"
"Why would I want to see a slug taking a bath? You think too much of
yourself, slug. What are you?"
"A slug, Miss," I replied, my face looking at the floor.
"Worse than that. You're slug shit. What are you?"
"Slug shit, Miss." She smirked as she left the room without another
word.
Chapter Three
I stood still for some time not knowing what to do next. I saw my
reflection in the mirror and was shocked to see how pitiful I looked.
Naked except for my underpants, a woebegone look on my face, shoulders
drooping. I suppose a bath was the right thing but she never told me where
and there wasn't a bathroom off my own room.
Gingerly, I crept into the hallway and hoped a door would be open to the
bathroom but none were. I knew Mother's room was opposite and Josie said
her room was next to mine. But which way? Left or right? If I opened the
wrong door, she could be waiting for just the excuse to scream out that I'm
raping her.
Then I realised there was a door next to Mother's room. That seemed a
likely choice so with almost no sound, I turned the knob and looked in.
Just a toilet. At least it was something I could use and made sure no
tinkling sound emerged. The door the other side of Mother's room was
indeed the bathroom and I went in leaving the door wide open, as Josie had
said. It felt almost scary knowing she could be standing there watching me
at any time. Water splashed in until the bath was half full and I quickly
removed the last stitch of clothing and sat down.
No sooner had I done so that Josie's smirking face was watching me. She
simply walked in and stood looking down into the water. The face-washer
covered my privates and I expected her to order me to remove it at any
moment. I knew I had a roaring hardon and desperately hoped I could
conceal it.
"I'll wash your dick if you want me to," she said cattily.
"No, Miss Josie. I can do it, thank you," I replied humbly.
"Just like you do when you're in bed, no doubt." She dared me to reply
but I didn't respond.
Then she put her hands under her dress, lowered her and dropped
them on the floor.
"When you've finished jerking off, dry yourself, put these on and
nothing else then come back into the living room. I'm sure has some
surprises for you." She left the room before I had a chance to respond. I
thought I would faint, I felt so weak.
On the floor, waiting for me, her knickers were bright pink and looked
very smooth and silky. Surely she was joking. How could Mrs Mercer ever
want me to come back wearing just these? And if she didn't expect me to be
wearing them, what would she say when she saw me? What kind of surprises
was Josie talking about? At least she sounded genuine when she said that.
Maybe her did want me to wear these things on the floor. Oh, how
useless I felt. I finished washing myself and quickly dried off; staring
the whole time at Josie's knickers trying to tell myself I had to do what I
was told. Yes, I suppose I had no choice but to do as Josie said. The
worst would be a shouting out by her for being so disgusting.
It felt as if Josie's body heat was still present when I picked them up.
I brought them to my face feeling the softness and smelling her perfume.
My prick stood up like a flagpole.
Damn. I was going to make another spectacle of myself.
Strangely they fitted like a glove but my erection was very evident even
to the extent of the tip popping up above the waistband of elastic. They
made me feel as sexy as I had ever felt and when I stroked my fingers over
the hardness of my prick, a new, more intense feeling ran through my body.
It was nice and I wanted it to continue but I dared not provoke it any
further. Was this when it began spitting out the white stuff? Please
don't let it do that now, I pleaded with myself.
The walk along the hallway, the coolness chilling my nakedness after the
warm bath, the anticipation making my prick all the harder, seemed to go on
forever. As if I were moving in slow motion. What was going to happen?
No matter what it was, I wasn't going to like it that was for sure.
Finally I reached the door and stood still for a moment. I could hear
the two of them talking in low voices but wasn't able to make out a single
word. Should I walk in or knock? No, knock was the right thing. I heard
the sound of my knuckles on the door but never realised I had lifted my
hand. A dream, that's how it felt. Something I had no control over.
"Come."
I couldn't remember opening the door but must have because as I stood
just inside the room, I saw Josie kissing her mother. Kissing her like
none of my sisters ever kissed Mum. They were holding each other tightly
and their mouths were clasped together as though they were lovers. As
though they were and woman for I could see lips and tongues pushing
together as I've seen on television but these were two women, and
daughter no less. I was awestruck. What should I do? One of them did
call me in, I was sure but they gave no indication that they knew I was
watching. Then I realised they were doing this for a purpose. They were
telling me something and I was sure I would understand before very much
longer.
Finally they broke apart and as Josie looked at me her breath blurted
out between her lips and she laughed loudly.
"I told you he would, Mother," she finally said smugly between her
laughter. Nothing could have my ego what little there was left, than
having this who was in the same level as me at school, making a total
humiliation of me. I forced myself to stop sobbing from the shame.
"Hush, Jo. No, more," her said and then to me, "Come here, boy."
"Yes, Mother," I managed to say, my face with shame.
"You look uncomfortable, James," she said."
"I'm embarrassed, Mother."
"Well you may take them off if you wish," she said knowing full well I
wouldn't. Josie laughed again at the thought.
"I take it you would prefer to wear Josie's then?"
"Yes, Mother."
"Do they feel nice?"
"I... I..." I couldn't get the words out. "I feel stupid, Ma'am."
"Look at me, James," she said. It was only then that I realised they
were both wearing nightdresses. Mother's was almost transparent and I
could see her tits, the dark bits, where they pressed against the gown. My
mouth must have gaped open for she asked what the matter was.
"I... You... Nothing, Ma'am," I replied.
"You've been looking at my breasts, James," she accused, not in any way
upset.
"I..."
"You can look if that pleases you. After all you are my son, are you
not? Do you find them pretty to look at?"
What did she say? I can look? At her tits? Pretty?
"Well, James?"
My eyes looked upward into hers. "Huh? Um, Yes, Ma'am," was all I
could think of.
"And your sister? Is she not pretty too?"
Josie's gown wasn't as revealing but I could see her twin mounds more
clearly than when she was fully dressed. Her knees were uncovered while
Mother's gown much longer.
"Yes, she is, Mother."
"Then tell her so. like to hear such things."
I'd never told a she was pretty in my life. I had certainly
imagined what they looked like, undressed but never got to the stage of
saying anything about their looks and had rarely seen any of them in their
nighties, my sisters, that is. They almost always wore a dressing gown
over their nightwear when I was around.
"You're... You are pretty, Miss Josie," I said blushing.
This of course sent Josie into fits of giggling again and she pushed her
face against her mother's tits. Between her laughter I heard her saying,
"His dick is sticking out."
And it was. My eyes jerked down and I saw the whole of the knob poking
up above the elastic. When I tried to push it back, it kept popping up
again and all I could do was cover myself with both hands.
"Be quiet, Josie. It wouldn't be as funny if you were standing there
showing yourself off."
"But I don't have a dick, Mother." This sent her into more fits of
mirth.
then smacked her thigh very hard. The sound was loud and Josie
jumped from the shock of the sudden attack.
"Now apologise, Josie, for being so rude."
"What?" She almost squealed. "Apologise to this piece of slug shit?
Never," she stated vehemently.
"If you don't, you will be the one to show yourself off, my girl," her
mother warned.
"You wouldn't," Josie stated fiercely. "And I won't?"
"Very well, I'll say it for you," said looking darkly at her
daughter. "And you'll pay the forfeit later."
"No, Mother, you can't. You wouldn't punish me for something like
that," she said with less conviction.
"We'll see. James, Josie is sorry for the way she spoke to you. I hope
you will accept it in good faith."
"Yes, Ma'am," I agreed, knowing that was the right answer.
"Good boy. Now, do you know why I wanted you dressed in this way?"
I dreaded to know but answered in the negative.
"I have to punish you, just as we spoke about earlier. So far you've
been fairly good. Not perfect, mind you for you've queried my decisions
several times and I believe you have done so with Josie too. Remember?"
"Yes, Mother. But I didn't know it was wrong then. I'm very sorry."
"I'm sure. But you need to be punished in advance, as I told you. A
warning of what's to come if you show any more naughtiness. Go to that
cupboard and bring the two items on the top shelf." She gestured which door
to open.
I probably looked frightened for deep down I knew it would be something
like this. A long cane, light and pure white with a curve at one end for
holding it firmly. It was very whippy. The other thing looked even worse.
It was a leather strap, possibly two feet long, about two inches wide and
very pliable. As I picked it up I saw it had a down the centre along
about half its length, as though it were two straps with the one handle.
With dread in my heart, I carried both implements back and held them out
towards her.
"Please, Mother, don't me," I whined with a squeak in my voice. It
didn't even sound like me and I could hear Josie giggling but dared not
look in her direction.
"If you carry on like this when I haven't even started, heaven forbid
how you'll be when they really land," she snapped but I could see glee all
over her face. She could see I was genuinely frightened. I'm a coward I
told myself but that didn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks.
"He's crying, Mother," my so-called almost laughed. "Look at him
crying. He's such a chicken. Like all boys."
"But that's not all he is," Mrs Mercer declared without looking at her
daughter. "I think this rather likes being tormented. Can you see,
what's happening to your brother, Josie?" She said, still looking straight
into my eyes. Her look was so forceful I couldn't even blink.
"His dick's even bigger," I heard the words fill the room but it was
seconds later before I realised the meaning. My head jerked downwards and
in horror I saw half of my prick poking up above the waistband.
Before I could move to cover myself, snapped, "No. Don't touch.
Allow your to look."
"It looks gruesome," Josie said callously and every remaining vestige of
confidence left me. I was a lost soul, manipulated by a forceful woman and
humiliated in front of her as never before. And yet my erection
remained firm. My brain was liking it, wanted to be treated so and I could
feel a strange need deep inside my loins.
"You want to be beaten, don't you, boy?" asked.
"Yes, Ma'am," I whimpered, a sob bursting from my lips.
"Will you obey me in every way, boy?"
"Yes," I said imperceptibly.
"And Josie?"
I nodded.
"Speak," she demanded.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"You will obey in every way, forever?"
"Yes."
"Then lower your panties."
"Take...?"
"Yes," she snapped, unhappy at even this minor infraction.
I saw Josie grinning like the Cheshire as I leaned over to remove
them. I stood up and felt my prick pushing out hard and firm, pointing
straight at and Josie. It was the strangest feeling. I felt an
urge stronger than ever to clasp my prick in my hand and stroke it and yet
my face was burning from shame. All of my privacy had been torn away and I
was agreeing to her every demand.
"He's leaking," Josie said sarcastically.
"No different to any of the others, though."
What did she mean? The others? I wasn't to discover the answer until
later.
"No, but he looks just as silly," Josie agreed.
"Do you want to shoot off, James?" asked almost endearingly.
There it was again. What did they mean? It seemed that all the women
knew something that I didn't.
"Shoot off, Mother?"
"Are you ready to come, dear?" She asked soothingly.
"Come where?"
"Do you know what I mean, James?"
I waited for a moment then shook my head, ashamed at what they knew that
I didn't.
"You mean you've never masturbated? Never stroked your cock?"
"Yes, I've done that," I said uneasily.
"And?"
"But I've never done anything else."
"You've never had an orgasm?"
"An org...? I don't think so."
"He's a virgin, Mother," Josie said gaily. "He's never even done it to
himself."
"Be quiet," she snapped at her and then returned to me.
"James, describe how you stroke your self."
"In front of Jo... Miss Josie, Ma'am?"
"Of course. Be quick."
"Well... Well, I... When I go to bed,..."
"Get on with it man," I was warned.
"At night in bed, Ma'am. I just run my hand along my... my uhm,
prick..."
I was interrupted by more laughter from Josie who was having a wonderful
time at my expense.
"... And I just do this for a while. It feels nice."
"And then?"
"Then I go to sleep, Ma'am."
"You've never left a mess?"
"No, Ma'am," I said wide-eyed. "Just a bit that leaks out. Uhm, like
this," I added looking down at the trail of clear liquid that was dribbling
down my prick.
"And you've never discharged sperm?"
"I don't think so, Ma'am." There was something I obviously had not yet
experienced but what? Why hadn't the at school talked about it? Was
it something that only happened when a was with us? I wondered.
"And I take it you haven't ever had a real friend, then?"
"No, Ma'am. Never." So that was it. When I'm with a something
else happens, I told myself.
"Then you have a treat in store tonight, James Tailor," said with
satisfaction.
"This I've got to see," Josie grinned.
"Meanwhile, man, there is the matter of your first punishment.
Josie, wipe his cock with a tissue."
"What if he comes?" She giggled as she came back. The trail of liquid
was wiped away, much to my pleasure for no had ever touched me before.
It was like a dream.
"Come, boy. Over my knee." indicated as she held her knees out,
covered by her nightdress.
I could smell her perfume and my arm brushed against her tit as I half
fell over her, my feet and hands balancing on the floor. My shoulders were
touching Josie's knees and I felt my prick pressed hard against Mother's
thighs. The delicious fragrance of their bodies sent strange feelings
coursing through me as spoke again, her hand resting on my bottom,
gently stroking.
"This will be the lightest punishment you will receive in this house,
James. Take it like a man. Don't move and don't make a sound. If you do,
I will use the cane." I had been warned.
Her hand landed with a crack and I couldn't help but jump from
nervousness. It but not enough to make me cry out. The second and
third were the same but at least I knew what to expect now. Then three
much harder left me clenching my teeth from the pain. They came quick and
all on the one spot, right on the centre of my left buttock. It burned
more than stung, at first that was, working down to a deep stinging feeling
that and brought tears to my eyes but I was pleased I had not cried
out. At least Josie didn't get that satisfaction, not yet anyway.
"That's six, James Tailor," said, her hand stroking the painful
surface. "But if you give me any reason to punish you again, what you have
just suffered will feel like pure enjoyment. Remember that, boy."
I stood up when she said to and I was horrified to see the large wet
patch on her nightdress just where my prick had rested.
"That's just one of the indignities women have to suffer at man's
hands," she said without feeling when she saw me looking at the wetness.
"He's no different to any of the others, is her Josie?"
"None of them are, Mother," Josie said screwing up her nose. "I like
women much better." With that, she leaned over and kissed her right
on the lips again, just as they had done when I interrupted them earlier.
They parted but I saw their eyes clung to each other for moments longer.
"Go and bathe again, boy," told me. "Then stay in your room.
Dinner will be taken up to you. You will find your attire laid out on the
bed. Wear nothing else. And do not touch yourself. Understand?"
"Touch...? Oh, you mean...? Yes, Mother, I promise."
Chapter Four
After my second bath for the day, I hurried to see exactly what was
waiting on the bed. I was sure another pair of Josie's underwear would be
waiting but I was wrong. Well partly. It was silky but as I lifted it up
I saw frilly lace around the top and the whole front was transparent. I
could see right through the front. When I put these on, anyone
could see my prick and balls almost as clearly as if I were naked. And how
my cock loved it for it sprang to life and I desperately wanted to stroke
myself. I was feeling the strangest things deep inside my loins as though
I was going to explode from within. My prick was talking to me. Stroke
me, stroke me, it said and kept jumping without me doing anything to help.
I touched myself with a fingertip, just one and for a moment I lost my
breath. I couldn't breath. Something was going to happen that I had never
felt before, I just knew it.
"Stop," a voice said, making me jump. I looked around and realised I
was still alone. I had said it myself. Yes, I've got to stop. The
thought of a cane on my bare backside was enough to wake me up. I laid out
on the bed, arms to my sides, eyes closed as I tried to calm myself.
Breath slowly, I thought.
Finally the urge subsided. It was something I had never felt before.
Never. What would have happened if I'd kept fingering my prick? Was that
when I'd shoot this stuff? And where would it come from? Not my mouth,
surely? I gingerly felt my prick again and was pleased to find it softer
this time. Stop thinking about it, I told myself. Calm yourself.
Half sitting up, I was aghast at the wetness that was sticking to the
panel in front of the panties. Like a snail trail. How could I get rid of
it? A towel. Yes, that's it. I tiptoed into the bathroom and removed the
garment, wiping it time and time again until at last I thought it was dry.
My prick wasn't though. It was still dribbling and a long thin string of
the stuff was hanging off it. I wiped it clean with some paper and
shook it to make sure no more would come out.
When it didn't I sighed and replaced the panties. Then as I left I saw
myself in the mirror, which made me quail with humiliation. Yes they would
indeed see everything. I was becoming their toy and I knew they could do
anything they liked. At least until my own came back. Then I'd
tell Mum everything.
But as I laid back on the bed, the thought of telling her anything of
what had happened became so awful that I knew I would never tell even one
little bit. I couldn't even imagine how my would react but my
sisters would certainly know soon after and then the whole school, probably
with much more exaggeration.
And Josie? Would she spread the rumours? No, I didn't think so. If
she did, her name would surely come into the too and I guessed she
wouldn't want anyone knowing what she and her were doing to me. I
wonder what Mrs Mercer meant by 'The Others'? Were there other kids from
school that they did this to? Surely not. I couldn't imagine whom.
I think I was asleep when a noise opened my eyes.
"Some sight, Tailor," Josie sneered maliciously. "I'll bet the at
school would like to see you now."
"You wouldn't tell, Jo... Miss Josie, would you?"
"I might. If you don't do what I tell you."
"I will, I promise." She looked at me and laughed.
"Of course you will. Imagine what you'd see if those knickers were all
I had on," she said matter of factly.
I did and felt my prick hardening which made her feel superior.
"I'll come and get you when we're ready. Make sure you wash your face
and hands and clean your teeth after you've finished eating," she said and
I saw she had left a tray of food on the bedside table. "And make sure
your cock isn't leaking either. You never know where we might want you to
put them. You face and hands, I mean." With that she skipped quickly from
the room with a giggle.
"Come on, little dick," was Josie's call to me.
I jumped up and almost ran down the passage to catch her. "Don't dare
walk in front of me, slug," she snapped when I walked beside her so I
followed instead. She was still wearing the same nightdress but each time
we passed a doorway, the sun shone through the material and I could see the
pink of her skin. I didn't think she knew she was showing herself off like
that. For once I knew something she didn't.
was sitting just as she had been and I had to stand in front of
her. My damn prick was getting hard again.
"It's like a television set, Josie. Look, you can watch it grow." They
were both laughing at me and it felt terrible for the longer they made fun
of me, the harder I got. At least these pants were higher than the last
pair so I didn't stick out the top but they could see everything.
After a while they seemed to lose interest somewhat and asked,
"So you've never fucked a girl, James?"
"Not even himself," Josie quipped with a giggle. She was sitting beside
her with one hand rested on her mother's thigh, right up high near
her... her cunt. Even my mind was stuttering, I thought.
"No, Ma'am."
"But you know what they look like?"
"Oh, yes, I know what look like."
"She means, naked," Josie added.
"No, Mother," I said embarrassed at what they were thinking.
"Yes he has," Josie said.
"No.p No, I haven't, Miss," I said feeling genuinely aggrieved.
"He dared to bring a book into this house showing a feeling up two
naked girls," Josie took great delight in reminding her mother.
"Indeed? Is this true, boy?"
"I'm sorry, Mother. I didn't..."
"The fact of the matter is, you did. Isn't that so?"
"Yes."
"So you have seen naked women?"
"Yes, drawings. But not, you know, not real girls."
"Not even your sisters?"
"Oh, no never them, Mother."
"I wonder," she mused and I didn't know how to make her understand.
Anything I said only made things worse.
"Come closer," she said, spreading her knees so I could walk between
them. Her nightdress moved upwards but still covered most of her legs.
"Yes Mother?"
"Would you like to feel a lady's breasts, James?" She asked so quietly I
could hardly hear.
"I... I suppose so, Ma'am."
"Mine?"
"Yours? You mean touch your br...?"
"Yes."
"It wouldn't be right," I said with conviction, hoping she would strip
off straight away.
"It would if I said so," she continued to tease me.
"My would kill me," I said, feeling I was being played with.
"How would she know? Besides, I am your right now," she reminded
me.
"Yes, Mother," I agreed softly
"Perhaps you'd rather see Josie's instead of mine?"
"Mother," Josie screamed almost in anger. "The little slug is not going
to see mine," she said with determination.
"Whose, James?"
How could I make any reply? I was in a corner and imagined their
response no matter what I said.
"I shouldn't look at all, Mother," I said shuffling nervously between
her legs.
"Nonsense. I want an answer. Whose would you prefer to look
at?"
If I said hers I would earn her wrath and Josie would want to kill me if
I said hers.
I stood there shaking my head.
"I think you'd like to see Josie's the most. After all, she is so much
younger and no doubt much firmer don't you think, James? Well, I can tell
you that it is true. Of course my are bigger and there's more to
feel but Josie's...? Well they are truly beautiful. I can tell from the
look of your cock that you would really like to see a woman's breasts.
Look Josie, see how hard he's got and look at the pool of wet he's been
oozing."
She reached out and cupped my prick and balls in her hand. It sent
shock waves through me and I began to shiver with emotion. She made me
feel so worked up with her talk of their breasts.
"Mother, you can't make me show myself to him," Josie began to whine, as
she looked daggers at me. "He's only a slug, a slimy great slug. You can
even see his slime all over my panties."
"Now be nice, dear," her said consoling. "Here's a who
hasn't had the privilege of looking at the most beautiful sight on this
earth. There is nothing more moving than the curves of a beautiful woman.
Don't you agree, James?"
"I... I don't..."
"You don't agree? I take great offence at that, man."
"No, Mother, I didn't mean that. It's just that I don't know what to
say."
"Then let's be honest with each other. Have you ever looked at the
breasts of a naked woman?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Do you want to look at the of a naked woman?"
I hesitated and then nodded ever so slightly.
"Would you like to look at Josie in the nude?"
The same time as my face shot up to look at mother, Josie let out an
almighty scream, "Nooooo, never," she shouted adamantly.
"Well, James?"
Did I have Josie where I wanted her? If I said yes, would make
her strip or would I be punished for wanting to peep?
"Yes."
"I thought you'd never say it. Josie dear, please stand up."
She was now pleading herself. Pleading not to be made to show herself
to me. How important I felt at last. She was whimpering like a little
child.
"No, Mother. Please don't make me do this. I don't want him to see me
undressed. You can't make me do it."
"You know I can, very easily, don't you?"
spoke forcefully and Josie nodded without replying. She had
capitulated. She probably knew that to refuse would mean a thrashing with
the cane.
"Good, then that's settled. James close your eyes and don't open them
until I tell you." Her knees closed against my legs and helped me to
maintain my balance while I was blind like this. I dared not open them
even a little.
"Josie, lift your nightie up above your hips." There was silence for a
moment and then said, "Now hold it there and sit down again."
"What are you going to make me do, Mother?" She was whimpering now and I
thought it was very genuine. She was being forced to do something she
didn't want to and I would have loved to see.
"Open your eyes, James," I heard her say and I immediately looked at
Josie but was desperately disappointed. She was sitting down and her
nightdress covered everything still. There was nothing to see.
"Disappointed, I see," said with a smile.
"I..."
"I want you to sit on Josie's lap, James. Snuggle yourself right down.
Josie, hold him tightly."
I found my face laying against her shoulder and was sure my weight was
too heavy for her. But this was just as wanted.
"Now, James, I'm afraid I can't let you look at our in an undressed
state," she said and Josie smiled and said, "Ha," almost into my ear. I
was so let down.
"But I want you to put your hand under her nightdress, just there and
rest your hand on her tummy."
"Mother," Josie drawled out slowly, dwelling on every syllable to get an
unspoken message through.
"Hush, child. It's only right," said. And then to me when I had
done as she said, instructed further, "Now, James, just slide your hand
upwards. Yes, you may feel her breast. Cup it with your hand and feel how
firm a girl's bosom really is."
"Mo.."
"Jo, be quiet," snapped, instantly cutting her off.
My hand hadn't moved.
"James...?"
"Yes, Mother, I'm doing it."
How could I ever have imagined I'd find myself feeling Josie's like
this when I got up this morning? I felt her belly button and her intake of
breath as my fingers touched the edge of her tit. And then I was there.
My hand slid over a mound and I was cupping a girl's tit, a feeling I could
never have imagined.
"Use both hands, James," I was told and I did. I was cupping both
breasts and stroking them at the same time.
"Do they make you feel good, James?"
"Yessss," I hissed, my eyes closed as I tried to take it all in.
"Are you squeezing?"
I was now and Josie jumped the first time but just moaned a little
objection from time to time after that.
"Yes."
"Stroke the nipples, make her feel nice too, James."
"Yes," I agreed as my fingertips held each hard tip.
"How do you feel, James? Is it nice?"
"I feel strange. It's so..."
"Stroke him, Josie."
"What?" Josie asked but I'm sure she knew what meant for almost
immediately I felt the most intense feeling of my life.
Her hand fell over my prick and she was running her hand lightly over
the panties, stroking me into an even harder erection. The little bubbles
began to burst within me again and I could hardly feel anything of her
breasts for something was happening inside my own body. I began to shiver
and then shake all over as Josie stroked me, her fingers tracing the length
of my hard prick, softly stroking backwards and forwards. Every time she
touched my balls she almost took my breath away.
Someone was talking but I couldn't make anything out. My hands felt
nothing although I was sure they were still touching her but I know I
wasn't moving them at all. The only thing that mattered was what she was
doing to me between my legs. My own hands had never made me feel anything
like she was doing and she maintained her pleasuring. For that was how it
was. It was the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. She pressed
harder, just slightly but noticeable for it made my body shudder violently
and then the strangest, most beautiful feeling of all hit me deep inside.
It was as though a fire hose was forcing itself through me, from my stomach
and along my prick. I pushed against Josie's arm that was around my
shoulders so hard that she couldn't hold me and I fell back along the seat
of the sofa just as the fire hose burst forth and a deep growling noise
shot around the room. My whole body was shuddering violently, my feet
kicking against Mother's legs while my head laid back on the sofa, and I
was gasping for air as a pump worked somewhere inside my body. I groaned
with the pleasure that seemed to come in spurts, tickling my teeth, which
were clamped together, a hissing noise passing between them. Oh, how good
it felt. Exquisite. It mustn't stop. I wanted it to last forever.
Whatever was happening was totally new to me. I felt Josie's hand still
stroking my prick and in a brief glimpse, I saw her watching what she was
doing as though mesmerised. I felt wet between my legs and thought I had
been sweating. I know my forehead was because the sweat ran into my eyes
but I didn't care. Nothing mattered as long as this feeling stayed with
me. My body rocked as though I were a cannon spewing forth devastation on
the enemy.
But finally it subsided.
Not instantly, but slowly over what could have been a whole day for all
I knew. But ease it did and I laid over this girl's knees, my shoulders
and head resting on the sofa, Josie's hand still moving ever so gently over
my prick, and another hand somehow running up my leg towards my prick.
I took a deep breath as though I hadn't breathed for many minutes and
them spoke.
"Have you felt like that before, James?" She asked simply.
"No. No, never like that." I began to relax and a strange feeling of
satisfaction spread through my whole body, especially my loins. My prick.
I tried to sit up but Josie held my shoulder down on the sofa.
She was looking at me altogether differently. "Just relax, James dear,"
she said.
James dear? Did she really call me that? "Miss Jo..."
"Just lay still for a moment. Relax," she said soothingly.
I put a hand over my face and laid still, trying to work out what had
happened to me.
"Have I done something bad?" I asked finally.
"No, of course not," this new Josie said. "You've had an orgasm.
You've come. Inside my at that," she giggled and I felt her hand
stroking my face. She was being nice to me.
"I think he can sit up, Jo," I heard say.
I felt weak at first but pushed myself up until I was sitting back on
her lap.
"Look down," Josie said.
The mess inside my pants, well her really, was disgusting. A
whole lot of white gooey stuff covered my prick and the thin material and
had oozed out and onto Josie's legs. Her hand still covered most of my
prick and I could see it was wet with the as well.
"What is it? What have you put on it?" I asked, thinking they had used
drugs or something.
"You really don't know?" asked with a genuine smile of assurance.
"No, Mother. What is it?"
"What have you done is really the question," she corrected me. "It's
your sperm. You've had an orgasm. If you'd done that inside Josie's
pussy, you'd probably have made a baby for her, I think," sniggered
and then purposefully leaned over and kissed my groin right where the
wetness was.
"You have become a man," she said with a smile of encouragement. "And
your new helped you."
Yes, Josie did indeed. How come she co-operated so much in this while
she treated me so badly before.
"Was it good?" Josie asked.
"It was incredible," I replied still looking into her face trying to
make out why she had changed.
"Stand up for a moment and let me get out from under you," Josie said.
She then pushed me right down onto the sofa again and I felt the being taken off. It must have been a real mess because they both helped to
do it.
"Now I'm going to clean you," Josie said and before I knew what was
happening I felt her lips brush against my prick. She was licking me.
Licking the mess away. Her fingers sent little thills right along my
backbone but the thought of what her tongue was doing made my prick as hard
as a rock again.
"My, my. Do you want some more?" Josie asked with a playful giggle.
"Look at him already, Mother."
"A typical man," she replied. "Don't make him come again just yet. Use
him for your own pleasure."
"I want to watch him doing you, Mother," I heard Josie say. Do her
what? What now? I thought.
"Well, I wasn't going to give him access on his first day, but it might
be nice. A virgin cock in a well used..."
"Mother, be nice."
She was handling my prick like a baby, pulling it this way and that,
licking and sucking, even nuzzling it with her nose which made her laugh.
Josie was being nice to me. Still.
Finally she sat up and I saw her face was wet from my sperm but her
smile told me she didn't mind in the least.
"Thank you, Josie," I said simply, still laying there.
"You want to know why I've changed?"
"Yes, why? You made me feel so good."
"It won't last. I might even make you miserable again tonight. You see
I hate and men. But if I'm allowed to play with them the way I want,
I like them. It's simple isn't it?"
I smiled back at her somewhat sickly. I had no idea what she meant.
"It will take you a long time getting used to Josie's mood swings,
James. Just remember that she still has authority over you." said.
"Now you've got to make feel nice," Josie informed me.
"How?"
"Kiss her for a start. A nice long loving kiss and tell her how much
you love her. All that kind of stuff," were my instructions.
"Is that alright, Mother? To kiss you?"
"Come over her, dear boy."
grasped me to her and placed her lips over mine. She kind of
washed my lips with her own and I felt her tongue forcing itself inside my
mouth. It took my breath away. I had seem kisses on television but never
realised they could feel so good. It was like two people becoming one new
person, as though we knew exactly what the other was doing and thinking.
Her hands held my face and head with so much care and caressed me so
wonderfully. I had never experienced love like this for I knew this was
love. They were loving me; I was being loved, probably for the first time
in my life.
"You can stroke my breasts," said between her kisses.
"Mother?"
"It makes me feel nice too."
Josie was watching, a knowing smile saying something like, yes that's
the way; make each other happy.
I don't know why I did it but I held my hand out towards her and she
took hold, stroking it over her own small tits. I had one hand on each of
Mrs Mercer's and her daughter's and they were loving it. Am I dead?
Is this a dream? But indeed, it was true for Josie moved closer and
pressed herself against me, kissing my ear and whispering something that I
didn't catch.
Then without saying anything, Josie took my hand that was
stroking Mother's and pushed it under Mother's nightdress.
"See what you can find under there," she whispered and I heard it
clearly this time. My head seemed twice its size as though it were going
to explode. My prick was throbbing as it did before I shot all the stuff
out and I was being told to feel under Mother's clothes.
"Yes, baby. Touch me. Feel your Mummy. Feel her pussy." Mother's eyes
were closed and it seemed she was in a trance. Her legs were wide open and
nothing stopped me from progressing upwards. Up to where? Up to her cunt.
And Josie was urging me on too.
"Do it, Jimmy. wants it. See how she's letting you do anything.
Feel her pussy, go on."
Was her any different to her cunt? I had no idea what her cuntwas
like; only the sniggering in the schoolyard but none of us had ever seen
one. It was just some imaginary part of what had. My life had
changed around totally. What would my friends think if they could see me
now? I was naked with a mammoth hardon, kneeling between two women with my
hand half up one of their skirts.
"I don't know what to do," I whimpered, ashamed at having to say it.
"Then feel right between her legs," Josie encouraged. "Feel the hairs
and then find her slit. Her pussy. You probably all refer to it as a
cunt. It's where you'll be poking your dick someday soon," she added and I
jerked back in utter surprise.
"What?" Josie asked surprised at my reaction.
"What did you say?" I asked in a whisper.
"Don't worry about that. Just slip your hand over her pussy. Can you
feel the hair?"
"Yes."
"Then use your fingers to find her slit. She loves to have her slit
stroked. So do I."
It was all too much. The fire hose burst forth again and I began to
jerk and shudder uncontrollably. This time Josie wasn't helping but all
that was needed was Mother's body that had been brushing against my prick.
I looked down in horror to see streams of the same white stuff spurting out
of my prick all over Mother's nightdress. Some even hit Josie but she
didn't seem to mind.
just hugged me hard and began whispering, "It's alright. Rub
your cock against me, darling. Make yourself happy. You can help me
later."
Rub my cock against her, that's what she said. So I did and the jerking
increased for a few spurts until I began to calm down. It wasn't as
intense as the first time, probably because Josie wasn't massaging me like
she had been, but it still felt wonderful.
held me firm against her for a long while after I had stopped
shaking. Her lips were kissing the side of my face and no one said
anything. We were perfectly still.
Thinking about it afterwards, I realised there was plenty I had to
learn. Once released me I was aghast at the amount of I'd shot
out all over her but she just smiled.
"Men do such things," was her explanation.
I was sent for yet another bath and told to sleep naked. I never saw
them again until the next morning and my sleep had been complete. I never
woke once.
Chapter Five
"Jimmy, wake up," was the first thing I heard and found Josie at the
side of my bed, wrapped up in a bed sheet.
"Wha...?"
"Come on, needs you. Have you bathed?"
"I've just woken up," I said still half asleep.
"Then hurry or you'll get a beating. She's desperate for your cock,
believe me."
"What? Who? Mother? What will I do?" I struggled out of bed and then
realised I was naked. I swung back under the covers and hoped she would go
away.
"For goodness sake, Jimmy, I've seen everything you've got to hide
already," she said with an exasperating voice. "Get your cock and wash it.
Quick. She's still in bed." Then she left and I did indeed hurry.
was in bed and it looked like she was still asleep when I arrived
a few minutes later. I was naked and tried to cover my prick with my
hands.
"Don't you dare cover yourself from us, Jimmy. If you want me to be
nice, you will have no secrets from either of us. Understand?"
When I nodded she added, "Now get yourself down and suck her pussy."
"What do you mean? How can I do that?"
"Lift the covers off her and raise her nightie."
"I can't do that, Miss Josie," I whined with fright. Imagine what she
would do to me if she caught me doing that, I thought.
"Oh, for goodness sake," Josie said. "You've never seen a