Date: Thu, 29 May 2014 00:13:37 -0000 From: kevinsfamily@mailtor.net Subject: Kevin and His Family revised chp 1 (teen/tg) Comments or suggestion to kevinsfamily@mailtor.net 1. Good Morning Kevin doesn't want to go to school today. He sits up on his bed and turns his alarm off with a sigh. 7th grade sucks! He hates having to share his locker with that stupid fat slob, Brian. His breath always smells so bad. His coat takes up the whole locker. There's never any room for his stuff. The cool kids are all good at sports and Kevin isn't good at any of them. Everyone makes fun of him in PE. All his teachers are stupid and boring. And it's a Monday. You up, Kevin? His Mom knocks lightly on the door frame and peers around tying her robe closed. Mom! Kevin pulls his blankets up to hide his morning wood. You feeling alright? She walks in and sits on the edge of his bed. Wanting to just hide his hard on he fusses, I'm fine, Mom. Your face is red. She leans over and gently rests her cool hand on Kevin's forehead. Her robe parts slightly and allows Kevin to see her breast down her robe. His erection strains painfully against it's bonds. You do feel hot. I hope you're not getting sick. She notices he's looking at her chest and smiles. It feels good to still be found attractive after 2 kids, even if it is from one of them. With a subtle shrug she opens her robe up a little more, exposing both her breasts. Kevin is mesmerized. Her medium sized pale breasts dangling within his reach. Her hard pink nipples pointing at him. Her soft cool hand on his head. Is it hard for you to get up? Kevin's mouth is dry. He tries to moisten his lips but fails. Instead he nods while staring at his mothers breasts. We can't stay here all day with you staring at my breasts. Panic splashes over his face. Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Kevin tries to throw back his blankets to stand up and get a way but remembers he had a major woody painfully straining against his white cotton underwear. He hides it back beneath his blankets. Shh, she soothes. It's okay. Yes you did and I don't mind. Comforted and confused he gazes back onto her breasts. It's important that you don't hide things from me, Kevin. Tell me what you're doing. Uhh. Kevin tries to think but can only stare at his mothers breasts. Kevin? I, uhmm. Kevin tries to moisten his lips with his dry tongue and fails again. I'm looking..(whispering) ...at your boobs. His Mother laughs melodically. Breasts, she corrects. Breasts, he repeats. Lower your blankets. Wha? Panic again grips him. It's okay. But... Didn't we agree that you should hide things from me? Yes, he agrees. Slowly he lowers his blankets over his tidy whiteys, over the small damp spot, over the small lump of his penis, down to his smooth white thighs. Embarrassed he looks into his mothers eyes. It's okay. She smooths her cool hand gently over his cheek. Why did you not want me to see that your penis was hard? Kevin shrugs, I dunno...He stares at her breasts. That's not an answer. I dunno...I thought you didn't want to see it I guess. Why would I not want to see it? I dunno know. Because it's small and gross. Honey, you're beautiful. Every part of you is beautiful. So you don't need to hide anything like that from me, ever. Okay? Kevin nods. I always want you to be honest with me and never hide anything. Okay? Kevin nods. Okay? Okay! Kevin's eyes flicker up to his mothers then back to her breasts. So tell me, what do you want to do? Huh? You have to be honest with me and tell me what you want. What I want? Yes silly. You're my special boy and I'll do anything you want me to. Like what? Anything. It doesn't matter what it is. So, if I uhh...asked you to... show me your boobs... Breasts. Breasts...You would? Are you asking? Umm, yeah. Then no. Oh....But you just said... Don't ask me, honey. Tell me. Tell you? Yes. Show me your boobs? Breasts! Sorry. Mean it when you say it. Like you're the parent. Kevin laughs. Don't laugh. Sorry...Okay. Mom, show me your boo...breasts. Do you mean it? Yes. Kevin's mother lowers the robe over her slender shoulders. Kevin's heart is pounding as he struggles with his disbelief and arousal. Can I touch them? You don't have to ask me? Kevin slowly, as if he's underwater, raises his hand to his mothers pleading breasts. Gently his hand touches her. She inhales slightly. He lightly grips her left breast, soft and firm, smooth and warm. She moans slightly. Do you like them? Through the haze of his disbelief reality slams home. His eyes close and his toes curl as his body tenses, pumping his orgasm into his underwear. His mother watches the small dark spot on his underwear grow larger as the small lump throbs shot after shot of his boy juice. Her pussy floods with arousal. Her thighs are wet with desire as she watches her son cum. She's filled with the urge to peal off those soaked shorts and clean every trace of his semen from his body with her tongue. Barely she restrains herself. Kevin opens his eyes and sees his mother still exposing her breasts to him and looking at his wet underwear. He wants to pull the blankets over him and hide his shame. His mother sees his apprehension. It's okay, honey. She leans over and kisses his forehead. Her soft breasts brush against his chest. She pulls her robe back over her and ties it closed. Now, get up and take a shower. Don't be late for the bus. K. Kevin pulls the blankets over his underwear and listens to his mothers footsteps down the hall and close her door. Kevin lies in bed longer till he realizes that he isn't dreaming and his underwear is filled with his cum. Kevin peers out the hall listening for his sister and runs to the bathroom. Kevin's mother closes her door and holds her robe tightly closed against her. The reality of what just happened is glaring at her in the mirror on the door. Her pussy is so wet and empty. She doesn't remember ever being so aroused. She touches her spot between her legs and every nerve in her body cries out for more. She drops her robe and climbs over her bed to the drawer of her end table. She pulls out her purple vibe and turns it up. It glides in without resistance. The waves of stimulation pulse through her. Still she hungers and furiously works her vibe inside her. She rolls over on her knees and fucks herself imagining her sons cock penetrating her. The feel of his soft awkward hand on her breast. The desire so obvious on his face. The small lump in his underwear throbbing, the damp spot spreading as he orgasms... she clenches her sheets and moans loudly into her pillow as she cums. Samantha looks over her twitter feed as she finishes her cereal. Morning, Sam. Morning, Mom. Her mother pours coffee into her silver thermos. Has your brother not been down yet? Nope. She slurps milk from her spoon. Measuring out 5 yellow substitute sugar packets she aligns them on the counter. Kevin? You're going to miss the bus. I can't find any underwear! The mother flushes with arousal at the memory still fresh in her mind and damp in her panties. Uh... she rips a packet open and pours it into her thermos. Just wear a pair of your sisters. Samantha drops the spoon into her bowl, heavy with attitude, Seriously? I'm not wearing her underwear! He doesn't have any underwear. She empty's a sugar packet tapping out the last granules. Gross! No way. I'm not letting him wear my underwear. What's the big deal? She opens another sugar packet. Besides the fact that he's wearing a pair of my underwear? So what? I won't ever want to wear them again. Then give them to him. Not like you don't have an excessive amount of underwear. She pours another sugar packet. Fine she huffs. Walking up the stairs she hears a sugar packet ripping open. Thanks Sam. Samantha rolls her eyes, Whatever. In her room she opens her underwear drawer. Smirking at the thought of giving him a thong she opens her second underwear drawer and sorts through them. In the back corner of the third drawer a boring pair of underwear she had when she was younger. Faded pink with a little white bow on the front. An evil grin forms on her face at the thought of him wearing these all day. Holding his towel around his waist he looks through his dirty clothes basket frantically searching for underwear. Skid marks, piss stains, huge wet cum stain. Here. Startled he turns as the panties hit his chest. He tries to catch them but misses and the panties hit the floor. His towel comes loose and he barely manages to keep the towel up. Nice catch loser. I'm not wearing those. Then don't wear any. I don't care. Samantha goes back down stairs to finish her cereal Kevin stares at the faded pink panties balled up on the floor. His little cock hardens at the thought of wearing them. He drops the towel and carefully steps into them. They fit perfectly around his waist. His hard cock pokes out the top of them. They are kind of cute. Briefly he wonders what a matching bra would be like to wear. Kevin! The bus is here! Crap. He pulls up his jeans and grabs a shirt from the floor and smells it. Not too bad. Socks, shoes and backpack. Kevin! He runs down the stairs and out the door. From the window the mother watches his butt as he runs to the bus. Samantha slurps up a spoonful of milk. Interrupted from her brief fantasy, Shouldn't you be on the bus? Dad is taking me to school today. Oh? That's nice of him. Slurp Remind him he owes support this month. Leave me out if it. Bye. The Mother leaves and drives off to work. Samantha finishes her cereal and puts the bowl in the sink as her father pulls up and honks. Hi, Daddy. Hey, Beautiful. Samantha puts her arms around him and kisses her father. She slides her tongue against his. They sit in his idling car making out. I wish there was time for you to fuck me. She pouts. I can't be late again for awhile or else I would. He puts the car in gear and continues on their way. Samantha pouts in her seat. She rummages through her purse and puts a piece of gum in her mouth. She flips down the visor and puts on her purple lip stick. Do you like the new shade? She smiles at him. Oh yeah. Very sexy. Thanks. You know I got it cause its the color of my favorite thing. Oh yeah? What's that? Samantha reaches over and unbuttons her fathers pants. Sam... Gazing hungerly into his eyes she pulls out his hard hot cock. See? She puts her lips around his cock head. Same shade. Sam, we ca... Samantha sucks quickly on her fathers cock. A car behind them honks and her father waves his apology and tries to pay attention to the road. Oh God, Sam. You suck my cock so good. He gently grabs her hair with his free hand and guides her on his dick. Turning on stoplights to limit exposure he feels his orgasm rising for his daughters hungry mouth. I'm close, Sam. She moans. A crossing guard walks out in front of his car with his stop sign. Shit, Sam. Stop. Samantha quickens her pace hungry for the juicy payoff. Sam...Her father cringes and cums into her mouth, pretending to cough. The crossing guard walks with the group of kids to the sidewalk and waves him on. Her father waves back and drives on. The crossing guard looks quizzically at him as he goes by. Samantha sits up and waves at him giggling to herself. He pulls up at her school and they kiss goodbye. A long lingering kiss between lovers. That was the best orgasm I ever had. I'm glad you liked it. She smiles and kisses him again. I love you, Daddy. I love you too. Bye. Bye. Samantha walks to class glowing with happiness and chewing her favorite flavor of gum, Dad cum. The father watches his daughter walk into school, her ass anyway. He puts his cock back in his pants and hurries to work. Kevin didn't hear the noise on the bus. In the front, behind the driver, Kevin stares out the window remembering. The feel of his mothers boob...I mean breast. Having an orgasm in front of her and feeling like it was not a bad thing. Somehow he became the parent in that moment. Telling her the way it will be instead of asking. Perhaps he will tell her to do it again tonight. Maybe tell her to show her pussy... The bell rings. Confused Kevin looks at his watch. Time for 3rd period already? He walks to PE in a daze and starts changing out into his PE clothes. Maybe he will even have sex with her tonight. After all he doesn't have to ask. The laughter from all kids distracts him from his fantasy. Hey faggot! Larry the 7th grade bully. Huh? I said you're a faggot! Larry pushes him hard and Kevin trips over the bench in front of the lockers hitting his head. All the kids laugh. Larry looks around enjoying the attention. Nice panties faggot! How could Kevin forget? He is wearing his sisters panties. He looks over the faces and they're all looking at him and laughing. Humiliated he starts to cry. What's the matter little faggot? Mommy not around to tell you its alright? Kevin tries to put on his gym shorts and hide his panties but Larry takes them away. Everyone laughs harder. Look at the faggot cry! The group of boys calling him faggot, panty boy and Kelly enclose him, trapped. Kelly, that's what we should call you from now on, aye faggot. You like being called Kelly. Through his tears of embarrassment his shame grew. His shame because he couldn't help it. He got a boner being seen in panties by this group of boys. He knew they would only mock him more so he covered it up with his hands. What are you hiding Kelly? You like being called a faggot? Larry was standing over Kevin when coach came out and made everyone go into the gym. Kevin just laid their on the floor against the lockers crying. Feeling like his world just ended. Coach tells him to hurry up and suck it up. Still crying Kevin runs his laps as his class whispers faggot and calls him Kelly. He sees the girls looking over at him and snickering to themselves as well. Kevin's life is over. After PE the coach tells them to hit the showers. Larry and his gang pushes Kevin into the shower. Come on faggot pucker your lips. Larry squeezes his cheeks together and pulls the lipstick he must have gotten from one of the girls out of his pocket and puts it on his mouth, teeth and cheek. There. Now you look like a proper faggot, Kelly. Nice lipstick Kelly. You faggot! The crowd jeers. Kevin's dick hardens and he cries harder. You see that? He's got a boner. The crowd erupts with laughter. He really is a faggot. I bet he wants to suck our cocks. What about it faggot? Wanna suck our cocks? No...Kevin cries. He tries to run away but Larry pushes him hard against the wall. Kevin slides down and hides his head and shame and cries. Larry grabs him by his hair and pulls him up to his knees. He pulls out his dick and rubs it against Kevin's face. Kevin never seen another cock in person before. Larry's cock was a lot bigger then his own and a lot more harry. Kevin can't help but to admire it through his blurry tear stained eyes. Smells sweaty and feels so warm against his face. Kevin tries to breathe through his mouth and push him away but Larry slaps him hard. How about you suck my cock faggot. The crowd cheers him on. Larry grabs him by the hair and pushes his hard cock against his lips. Open up faggot! And you better not bite me. Larry pinches his nose closed and Kevin has no choice. He opens his mouth and Larry shoves his cock into his mouth. It tastes salty. Larry shoves it into his throat, Kevin gags. That's right faggot! You like my cock? Larry fucks Kevin's mouth. The sweaty smell of his cock fills Kevin's nose. The salty taste fills his mouth. The feel of his hard hot cock forcing its way into his throat, painfully. Both smooth and hard. Larry holding the back of his head and thrusting into his mouth, his balls slapping against his chin. Kevin in panties and smeared lipstick on his knees, arms around Larry's waist, less resisting and more holding. Kevin's boner poking out of his panties. The group of boys are totally silent witnesses. The gagging throat sound fills the shower. All the boys staring at the spectacle. Both repulsed and curious and very hard. Shit, I'm gonna...Kevin feels Larry's cock grow and harden slightly. Kevin holds his waist tighter affectionately as Larry's cock throbs and spurts cums into Kevin's mouth. In the shower surrounded by a ring of boys. Kevin tastes cum for his first time. It floods his mouth and is forced down his throat. Minty and slightly spicy. Kevin swallows Larry's cum. He moans and holds Larry as his little cock spurts cum out of his sisters old panties in white creamy strands on his thighs and stomach and all over his panties. That faggot just came from sucking Larry's cock. The crowd erupts with laughter. Larry pulls his wet cock from Kevin's throat. They make eye contact for a small moment. Kevin knew that Larry liked it. Standing there holding his dick, glistening with the saliva from having just raped a boys mouth in a ring of cheering boys. He looks over their faces and down onto Kevin. Thanks faggot. And wipes his dick off in his hair. Whose next? The crowd fights to position themselves in from of Kevin. Nathan, Larry's friend wins the spot and pulls his cock out. Smaller then Larry's but larger then Kevin's. Also not as hairy. Well Kelly? Nathan gestures to his eager hard on. Get to it. Kevin gets up on his knees, closer to that hard penis, circumcised, maybe 6 inches, pink head glistening and impatient. Before Kevin could position himself Nathan grabs his head and forces it down Kevin's throat. Oh man. This feels great. Quick and horny he slams his cock into Kevin's throat. Only 10 more to go Kelly Cocksucker. See how many you can suck before next period? Kevin sees Larry in the corner of his eye showering off and can't help but notice he has another hard on. He watches the deep throating a bit longer as he washes his cock then just walks out of the showers. Nathan came pretty quickly. Jerry, Joe and Tyler came after wards. Kevin was learning how not to gag on those salty cocks when the bell rang for next period. See you tomorrow Kelly Cocksucker. Thanks for the head faggot. After the kids left Kevin scooted into the corner and cried. Now he was a cock sucking, cum swallowing, panty wearing faggot. Everyone saw him cum from swallowing Larry's cum. And worst of all he liked it. Kevin reached into his panties and stroked his little cock. Savoring the lingering taste of cum in his mouth and he shoots his juice all over his chest. The next group of boys nosily dress out. Kevin hides in the corner cold and wet with his saliva and cum. He prays none of the boys go into the shower and finds him. He doesn't think his sore throat can handle another class full of cocks. Finally he hears the coach and the noise falls silent as they all leave into the gym. Kevin showers his juices off and puts his creamy panties back on under his normal clothes. He feels aroused at putting them on. Thinking how the other boys used him. How bad and good it felt. Their cum still lingering in his mouth. Kelly Cocksucker. He buttons his pants over his little hard on and goes to class. Staring out the windows. Kevin's day passes in a blur. In the hall no one called him a faggot or Kelly. No one mentioned he was wearing panties. Lunch was uneventful. The bus ride home was normal. Kevin wonders was this all a dream? But his crusty dried panties and sore throat prove it wasn't. The mother sits at her desk in her cubical. Her panties are damp. Her pussy is wet. She can't stop thinking about her son having an orgasm. She needs to touch her spot. She pulls her skirt up as Raymond, the office male whore walks by and smiles at her. The thought of him makes her cringe. She walks evenly and unhurried to the bathroom. In the stall she can't get into her panties quick enough. She furiously rubs her spot and penetrates herself deeply. Her fingernails scratch inside her but she doesn't care. The pain feels just as good. Her short breaths and squishing of her pussy echo around the bathroom. The smell of her arousal wafts up around her. Imaging herself exposed in front of her son. Him taking her as he wants to take her. Penetrating her as she wants to be penetrated. Her beautiful baby, cuming back home...She stifles her moan as she comes. Catching her breath she lingers on the stall. Tonight. She can't stop making plans for her sons cock. She tares off a 5 pieces of toilet paper and wipes her juice from her hands. She adjusts and composes herself, flushes and opens the stall door. Mary looks awkwardly at her as she fixes her lipstick. Oh...hi Mary. You okay in there? Yeah. She flashes her a polite warm smile and washes her hands in an awkward silence. Mary pushes her lips together, evenly applying her color and puts the stick back in her purse. That Raymond, he's something else isn't he? She takes five paper towels and dries her hands. Who? Oh, yeah. Nodding her agreement. Mary walks in close and whispers, That's right bitch. He is. And you stay away from him. Mary!? ...You don't have to... Shh, Some young woman like you might be able to turn his head. But you can never compare to what I do for him. Leave him alone bitch. But, I don't lik... Alone. She pokes her with her long slender finger with the long slender acrylic nail, french tipped. And walks out. Alone she throws her towels away and alone she laughs and laughs and her laughs echo in the bathroom. Relief ripples out of her through the absurdity. She wipes the tears from her eyes and walks calmly back to her cubicle, making sure not to make eye contact with Raymond or Mary. She can feel them both watching her. One pair on her ass and the other a dagger in her chest. Samantha's gum finally loses any trace of it's flavor in third period, world history. The teacher, Mrs. Fargus, acts like she's on her third period. The one that lasts forever. Samantha swallows the gum-cum and texts her father. Can I stay with you tonight? Samantha wants to move in with her father but he has a new wife and child. Might be awkward if new baby momma finds daddy fucking older baby in their bed. The thought brings an evil grin. At least she would be rid of that bitch. Samantha's phone vibrates quietly, I'd love that. <3 <3 3====> LOL Samantha! Please put your phone away! Whatever.