Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2007 07:15:34 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: Jacks Cool Family Chapter One This story is a combined effort between Andy and Jack. As such, both of our emails are available for comments. Please email any comments to either andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk or jackieboy1992@hotmail.co.uk. Disclaimer. 1. This story will involve sex between an underage boy and various members of his family, both female and male. If you don't like this sort of story please leave now. 2. If you are too young to read the above type of material, it's up to you to leave. I certainly wouldn't encourage you to do this stuff. 3. Not allowed to read this type of stuff, I suggest you move before continuing to read it! 4. This is total fiction that has sprung from our twisted little minds. Chapter One. I had just turned thirteen when I decided to come out to my family. I was clever enough to wait until my Dad had left for his next shift of six months on the Northern Sea oil rig, leaving just my Mum, my older sister Jill, and me behind. I guess I'd known I was gay for about a year, when my best mate Mike had snook a porno video from his dad's collection for us to watch on a sleep over, and I spent more time watching the huge cocks of the male models sliding in and out of the women than I did of the women's huge boobs or cunts. I also got so close to being caught looking at Mike's 5 inch cock as he wanked off to the images on screed. All I could think about was how nice it would be to wrap my lips around his cock and suck his cum from his balls. I managed to get through the night without giving myself away, watching discreetly as he spunked all over himself, only to waste it all by mopping himself with a towel. I came straight after, and reluctantly dried myself off with the towel. The day I came out to my Mom was a day I dreaded, but had built myself up to. I had tried several times, but had bottled it. My Dad, as I mentioned, was a North Sea oil rig worker. As manly and tough as they could come without being in the armed forces, I could only think and fear what he would think that his only son was a little poofter. I had changed from my school uniform into a nice pair of cargo shorts and a polo shirt, knowing that my Mom liked me wearing them. Jill, who was a couple of years older than me, had gone to her boyfriend's house straight from school, and I know that would give me a couple of hours alone with Mom. I walked slowly into the kitchen, where Mom was finishing off the preparations for dinner. "Mom, can I like, um, talk you for a sec," I stammered out nervously. My Mom looked at me, and seeing me almost crapping myself, washed her hands and rushed over to me. "What's up hon?" She asked. "Are those nasty Harris boys bothering you again?" I'd had some trouble recently with our neighbours, who thought they were the bees' knees. "No Mom, but I wish that's all it was!" I said. She pulled away from me slightly to look me straight in the eyes. "Tell me what's bothering you Jackie boy or we'll never to solve anything." Moment of truth, I thought. I took a big gulp of air, and of confidence. "I think I'm gay!" I blurted out. Mom looked at me, not saying anything. I was dying on the spot, not knowing whether to run, hug her or just find a knife. Finally, Mom pulled me into a hug, and gave a sigh. "Thanks for finally admitting it to me son," she said. I squirmed in her hug. She knew?? How could she? "How?" I stammered out. "Jack, son," she started. "I do your washing. The socks, the towels, need I say more?" I flushed immediately. I'd been using my socks as my fake arses for a while and had been creaming inside a lot of them, without realising that my Mom would guess what was inside them. The towels that Mom must have been commenting about were the ones I'd been using to clean my fingers after they'd been inside me, probing away, like the stories said to do so. "Honey, it may be a phase," I stiffened in her hug, thinking she was just going to dismiss what I'd decided. I guess she felt it because she continued, "But maybe not. Being gay, even in this day and age, has a lot of trouble attached to it, you know that eh?" I nodded, without really thinking what she meant. I just knew I fancied boys, and men, and liked the feel of things up my ass. She let me go, and led me into the lounge, sat me down on the sofa and went to the drinks cabinet. She poured herself a good shot of scotch, looked at me, and poured a second glass. She moved back towards me, sat beside me and handed me the glass. "If you are old enough to decide that, you're old enough to have a little bit of Glenmorangie." She knocked her glass back in one, and looked at me. I tried to replicate here, and ended up chocking slightly on the harshness of the whisky. She patted me on the back, and then left her hand on my knee. "Jack, if you are gay, I'm okay with it," she said. I looked into her face, and saw compassion and understanding. "I think Jill will be as well, as a couple of her friends are gay," Mom continued. This definitely perked my interest as I obviously didn't know anyone gay, and my horizons just expanded. "Dad may be a problem though. We'll have to approach the subject carefully around him." I gave my Mom a big hug, not realising I had such a great and understanding parent. I had been worrying for months about telling her, and panicking about the reaction, even to the extent of sneaking a knife into my room, and sitting there for hours, testing the surface of my wrist with it. Mom had poured another couple of big glasses of whisky. "You will need to be careful about sex though Jack," Mom said. Birds and bees time, I thought! "So, who do you fancy then?" she said. I chocked on my glass as she asked it. "Um, I guess some boys at school," I answered, trying to get out of the real answer. "Like who, Mike?" She proceeded to quiz me on my likes and dislikes, and after a few minutes. Finally caught me out. "It's men, rather than boys isn't it?" she asked me. I looked shamefully down at me feet, and nodded. Again she hugged me, not wanting me to feel bad. "Honey it's okay to feel that way. Lots of boys and girls want to have sex with men. Some actually do it, some don't, and they're the ones I feel sorry for." My head snapped upwards to look at her. "The law says that you don't know what you want sexually until you are sixteen, but we all know that's a load of old crap!" I sniggered at hearing my Mom swear. "Boys and girls are aware of what they feel at your age. Why make them feel like criminals for years when it's the most natural thing in the world?" She pulled me closer to her. "I know that you want to feel close to a man, and have sex with one," I tried to pull away in shock, how could she know? She held me tighter. "I've seen the internet history on your computer, and I've read the stories on nifty that you've been reading." I collapsed into sobs into her side. She had exposed my darkest secrets that I held dear. I had gorged myself on stories of men having sex and relationships with boys my age. Now I knew my Mom knew my twisted desires. "Jack, while I can't allow you to go and do things like that just yet, I can help you with your desires in the meantime." What did she mean? She grasped my polo shirt at the bottom and pulled it up, over my head, leaving my tanned chest exposed. I ran a hand through my bleached blonde shoulder length hair, as my Mom ran her hand over my naked upper torso. I closed my eyes, knowing it was my Mom's hand, but enjoying the feeling of closeness. Her hand smoothed its way down my chest to the top of my shorts, and over the belt and onto my crotch, which had begun to rise. "Um, Mom, you shouldn't" I gasped out, as she grasped my stiffening cock through my shorts. "Trust me, and I will help you figure if you are gay," she said. She pulled me into her and twisted my body as she pulled me towards her. I landed perched over her lap, as though she was going to spank me, as she used to when I was naughty when I was younger. She slipped both her hands insides my shorts, one on each hip, and I got the idea and lifted myself off her lap slightly and my Mom pulled my shorts and boxers down to my knees. I let myself lower back onto her lap, my hardening four inches feeling uncomfortable across her legs. Mom moved her left hand and dipped it into her glass of whisky. "Shush now hun, this may sting a little to begin with, but if you like it, you know you will!" She moved her hand back over my body and out of my line of vision, and I guessed where to, moments before I felt her probe a finger at my hole. I gave a shudder, and thrust slightly into her leg. My mind was doing double and treble flips as I realised what my Mom was about to do. I felt a sharp stab of pain as my Mom's index finger pushed past my defences and into me. She twisted it slightly inside me, and as if she knew what she was looking for, immediately found THE magic spot inside me. I gasped out as she prodded it with her finger, and thrust myself harder onto her lap. Mom's right hand found my back and gently, but firmly held me down, into her lap and onto the sofa, as her finger continued to probe inside me. Just as I thought I was going to explode, she pulled out of me. "NNNNOOOOOO!!!!!!" I groaned. Mom kissed the back of my head. "Hush my sweet, we're not finished." I saw her hand reappear in front of me, dipping in the glass on the table in front of my head, before disappearing and probing back at my hole. Suddenly two fingers were inside of me and I gasped and writhed in pleasure. I couldn't believe that I had such a cool Mom who was willing to do this. Her fingers thrust in and out of me, as her right hand snook under my sweaty body and wrapped around my straining hardness. As I bucked against her invasion in my anus, I thrust further and faster into her grip on my cock. Finally, a third finger entered me and I went berserk. I came hard and fast, spurting into my Mom's hand and through her fingers, soaking her legs, while trying to get the maximum feeling from her fingers in my ass. I collapsed across her lap, on the sofa, spent, emotions in turmoil. I looked up at my Mom, full of love, but not really understanding why and what she'd done to me. She lifted me off her, and bent her mouth to my crotch, and lapped at my soft cock, cleaning the cum off me. Despite the feeling of having a warm mouth and tongue licking me, I felt nothing stir. "I guess you may be gay then," was all my Mom said to me. She handed me my clothes and told me to put them on and go and do my homework before tea. I stumbled upstairs in a daze, and grabbed my school books out. I finished off my homework in a super fast time, wandering back downstairs in just my boxers to find my sister sat at the dinner table with my Mom. "Nice bod bro!" Jill said. "Shame that Mom says you bat for the opposition!" My look of horror must have been apparent as I stared back and forth between them, and I turned to flee back to my room, before my sister grabbed me. End of chapter one. Please let us know what you think of this story. It's Jack's first attempt at a story, and my (Andy's) first attempt at a non-purely gay story. If this story does get good feedback, it will continue, and feature a lot of Jack (the story boy and not the real one) being introduced to full on sex by his family and friends. By the way, neither of us will admit as to whose twisted mind first came up with the idea of being fingered to an orgasm by their Mom! See you in chapter 2. If you haven't read any of Andy's stories, please look up "Life just isn't fair" which is now on chapter 19, and "Ferret" which has just had its prologue posted, both in the gay male, adult youth section. Thanks.