Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2022 14:07:10 -0500 From: Hugo Dan Subject: Becoming the man of the house - Bisexual - Incest - Chapter 2 You must be 18 to read this story, I hope you like it, I would love to hear from you. Is good to support all creators and the spaces created for them to share their work, consider donating to nifty if you have enjoyed numerous hours of kinky fun. https://donate.nifty.org/ - Night after night I pumped my mom's pussy with my small penis, the sessions were brief, I lasted very little because of the nature of the situation, it was something totally new for me, extremely exciting although I did not fully understand what it was all about, for me I was not having sex, it was just different kind of caresses, a greater expression of affection between mother and son. At twelve years old, with the girth I had, it was like fingering her, and even so, every night she had an orgasm, I found it curious how she would suddenly start moaning, not because I was filling her with my small meat, but now I see that it was very exciting for her too, suddenly she was beginning to feel like she had another man in the house, one who loved her unconditionally and could satisfy her in every aspect. I remember collapsing on top of her a few seconds after sticking my dick in her, and even then she gave a very peculiar moan, tensed her legs and curled her toes. She would let me lie on top of her while she rubbed my back until I fell asleep, and in the morning, I would wake up on my side of the bed. During the day it was different, we didn't talk about it, even though we woke up naked, each one of us would sit on our side of the bed and take any piece of clothing to cover ourselves. We slept together, naked, and we were intimate with each other, but during the day it was a normal mother-son relationship, she took care of the house and was always making sure I was on time for school, my training and my homework. With time I improved, those few seconds became minutes, and although sports gave you better condition, they never prepare you completely for the arduous task of fucking, my hip movement was improving too, a few months later I noticed even more the pleasure it gave my mom and that encouraged me, for me she was giving me one of the best pleasures of my life, and I had it every night, naively I felt with the responsibility to reciprocate in the same way. There were a few days every month when mom didn't look for me to have our nightly caresses, she was always the one who initiate them, she told me that it wasn't possible, to wait a few more days, I lay on my side of the bed disappointed and with a hardon at full mast.. Masturbating was no longer an option, I knew a better way to "feel good", and I preferred fondling with mom to using my hand. Perhaps noticing my disappointment, my mom would come over to help me as she had done in the beginning, but, something was missing, it was then that she introduced me to another practice. One night as she stroked my penis with her soft hand, I moaned softly as her well-moistened fingers encircled my shaft as she began to kiss my chest. Kissing was already a common practice, many times she kissed my forehead when I jerked off, and then we kissed on the mouth, but this time it was different, her lips began to tenderly kiss my young chest, and slowly went down to my abdomen, I was an athletic boy, my abs were hard though I was slim, I shuddered feeling slight tickles, but she kept going, it was then that she let go of my cock and suddenly I felt a warmth similar to the one I felt when I was penetrating her, a peculiar moisture, but at the same time different, and a tightness.... wow!... and it's not that my mother was "spacious" inside, but being so young, my girth wasn't enough to fill her properly yet. That pressure I felt on my dick, was her mouth, my mother gave me a blowjob for the first time, and it was not the last. Those days of the month that she claimed she couldn't caress us as usual, she made up for it with other kinds of caresses, she was spectacular, I lay on the bed trembling with pleasure until I felt that explosion that made me squirt what I thought was urine. At first I was reluctant, but I never told her when I was going to "explode", it's funny how I was worried about "peeing" in my mom's mouth but still I could not tell her, it was as if a superior force was taking over me and would not allow me to utter any words but moans. But she knew when it was going to happen and she took it out of her mouth and ended up rubbing my dick with her hand until she got that liquid out of my penis. "Don't worry", she told me once, "You are not peeing", then she explained about semen, "At some point you will start producing it", and she pointed to my little balls, "Here you will keep that seed", she said caressing them, "You will notice it because they will grow, and instead of runny, it will be gooey". And so it was, by the time I turned thirteen that thick white liquid started to come out along with every explosion of pleasure. My mom would tell me that I was becoming a man and that she was very proud of me, without understanding it I felt good about it and enjoyed how that symbol of manhood came gushing out of the tip of my penis and smeared on my mother's smooth face; that when she gave me blowjobs, because the other days of the month, when our caresses consisted of putting my penis in her pussy I simply unloaded inside her. "Mom...," I said once lying on her chest after a night of fondling, "How do you clean the white stuff that comes out of my penis when I leave it inside you?" she laughed a little. "Why do you ask Dylan, is something bothering you?" she asked, assuming I know something about sex by then, either from school, or friends. Maybe she wanted to know how informed I was so she would know what to answer. "When it spurts out, when you do it with your mouth, you always go get a tissue and wipe it off, you always try to clean me well, so that it is not left dirty... I wouldn't want to leave it dirty there..." She laughed again, "Don't worry, it's not dirty at all, I do it simply because if I leave it like that, it can get sticky and become uncomfortable, but I assure you it's clean." "Are you sure?" "Totally, so clean I could eat it." "Eat it!", I said surprised, raising my face to stare at her even though it was night time and I could only see her silhouette. "Sure! Next time I'll teach you, now go to sleep, tomorrow you have school," and giving me a kiss on the forehead I set out to sleep, although she didn't make it clear how she cleaned my semen from inside her. By the time I was 14, I was already aware of what was going on with my mother, I had already had sex education at school and the inevitable talks with other boys. I never talked to my friends about what was going on in the evenings with mom, not because I felt it was a bad thing, but I felt it was something very private, mom always referred to our experiences as bigger displays of love, which many perform, but many others do not approve of. "Does what we do make you feel good?" "Yes, very much so." "Then it's not wrong for us to do it." At that age, my body, although still young, was already starting to develop more, my body was toned from soccer, my stamina was increasing and my condition for both sports and sex was improving and mainly I was growing, not only in height, but also down there, where it mattered. Suddenly I began to feel my mom's vagina hugging my cock more, and with puberty, a good inch had grown by then. Sex was always guided by her, I could not ask for it, much less initiate it, I had to wait until bedtime for my mom to start with the caresses and tell me that I could lay on top of her and stick it. All that time we had only tried that position, missionary, and I did not know more, and the talks with friends little was said about technique or positions. I had no objection in doing it that way, I held myself with my hands on the bed and my hips did the rest. Besides, we had already dabbled in oral pleasures, not only her giving me blowjobs when we couldn't during her period, but she also taught me how to eat her pussy, I became an expert, I loved watching her squirm on the bed, admiring her hard nipples from down there and feeling her hands grab my dirty blonde hair, I loved watching her expression after finishing, she said I looked cute with my messy hair still licking my lips trying to reach for my cheeks to keep tasting her. Likewise, the oral sex she gave me was phenomenal, then I had a good inch more to suck, and my semen gushed out more abundantly, I was fascinated to hear my mother praise my hardness, to hear her say that she was proud of my manhood and how delicious my load tasted. She always showed me her cum filled tongue before swallowing. You can imagine that being 14 years old, my adolescent libido had increased, and it did. I got to know a different side of my mom, her jealousy, for me feeling arousal was something extremely normal, something I didn't have to hide, so in addition to the nightly caresses, from time to time I felt like I needed more, and since I couldn't ask for sex, I had no choice but to jerk off. That is until my mom caught me one morning in the shower. It was weird, she was surprised and at the same time I sensed a bit of anger and disappointment. Maybe she felt bad thinking it wasn't enough with what she gave me every night. In a way, masturbation was forbidden, my mother became inquisitive, I couldn't take too long in the bathroom or shower, and around the house, I didn't have much privacy since we shared a bedroom. It was then that I sought opportunity outside the house. I felt anxious during class, so much so that on several occasions I would go to the bathrooms to jerk off. I later discovered that the showers at the school would empty completely minutes after our practice. My team would finish practicing and shower and then go home, I started taking my time, waiting for everyone to leave so I could be left alone to jerk off. At first I did it fast, unloading my cum down the drain and then quickly running away, but as the days went by I realized that it wasn't necessary, I could spend a long time there slowly rubbing one out, enjoying every stroke. One afternoon, I was masturbating peacefully in the school showers, knowing that no one would be there for another 30 minutes while the football team finished their practice. I kept my eyes closed as I deftly manipulated my member with the water falling on my chest that I was interrupted. "Wow! Easy kid! You're going to rip it off," said a voice, I panicked and immediately wanted to cover myself, but it was useless, I was totally exposed, and I had nowhere to run, and I didn't think it was pertinent to run naked on the wet tile, we were always being scolded by the coach for that. Seven teen boys walked into the showers. Some laughed while others didn't even pay attention to me. All seven were older than me, old enough to not attend the same school as me. They were on the high school wrestling team. Their gym was under some renovation that they were temporarily allowed to train in ours. I stood under the shower, the water was running and I kept my hands in front of me trying to hide my erection. Meanwhile, the boys began to shower, chatting and frolicking with each other, there was a closer camaraderie than I had with my soccer teammates. The guy next to me finished soaping up and looking at me stretched his hand towards me, he made a sign with his face waiting for me to take the soap from his hand, I hesitated for a second but accepted it and continued with my shower. Despite the embarrassment of the moment, I stayed listening and watching the guys from the wrestling team, they were taller, their bodies much more toned than mine, their slender bodies had their muscles chiseled to them. Suddenly some of them started joking, laughing, pushing each other, and they didn't mind the nudity, unlike the team I belonged to where many were more modest. Maybe because at home there was no shame in showing my body I felt identified with them, comfortable. Those boys touched each other without a problem, they rubbed each other without objection. At home I was being praised for my physical change, my mother praised my growing strength, my size, which for me became a fixation. The more I grew, the more desire I would get from my mother, and these boys, to me, were the epitome of virility, tall, ripped, they had more hair, and their cocks... Their cocks were huge - at least for me - and thick. I imagined what it would be like to have that physique someday and fuck my mom, I would cover her completely by being on top of her, my cock would barely fit in her, and maybe I would make her moan louder, I imagined having a thick cock and watching my mom try to swallow it. *Fuck!* "You won't do anything about that?", I heard a voice say. I looked up to my side confused, I had to look up to see the high schooler's face, he frowned intrigued. Then I looked down at my own crotch, my penis was still hard, maybe harder than minutes before. I tried to hide it by pressing it against my body with both hands. The guy laughed. "Don't worry kid..." said another one turning around. This one had his cock hard, it was pretty big, so that with his gentle turn it wobbled. Then he took it in his hand and began to masturbate. After him another followed, and then another. I hesitated for a moment as I watched them, each at his own business, their hands stroking their length as they moaned nonchalantly. Then the guy to my left started doing it too, he rested one hand on the tile as he jerked off. I felt confident I could do it too, so I did. Suddenly, a deeper male voice came on. "Come on! Let's go!" a man said. He was mature, and was wearing sweatpants and a polo shirt, evidently he was their coach. I noticed that no one stopped, so I didn't either. "Hurry up!" he raised his voice, clapping loudly, "You should do that before!" he shouted in a loud tone, "Jack off before the match, then you go poking around your opponents with your stiffys." "If we do it before we lose our strength coach!" "Yeah! yeah!, if it was true, you wouldn't be allowed to do it, ever! Let's go! Finish and let's go", the man was about to leave when he noticed my presence, it wasn't difficult since I stood out from the boys because of my short stature, "And who are you?", he addressed me. "Me?", I asked, confused. "He is Stroker coach," said the one next to me, "He was here rubbing one out when we arrived," the coach stood staring for a moment. "You have strong legs", I looked down at myself, it was true, soccer had given me good toned legs, "Turn around", he said, I don't know why but I obeyed, "Good hamstrings, slim but strong, agile I would say... What team are you on, kid?" "Soccer sir." "Aha... When will you go to high school?" "After the summer sir, in a few more months." "Good, I'll see you on practice on day one!", and without further ado he walked off. I got a wide smile on my face, looked to my sides, admiring those who might be my teammates, felt my cock twitch and got back to jerking off. I watched in admiration as the other guys came, I could see with amazement the spurts shooting out of their penises, "wow!" I exclaimed silently. We got out of the showers together and changed next to each other, we walked out together and said goodbye, "See you later Stroker!" said James, the one who saw me first when they arrived, "See you next time after practice" and before turning around he winked at me. That night, and despite having masturbated in the showers, I had an intense sex session with my mom, I watched her moan as I rammed her pussy over and over again with my young cock and thought about how hard I would do it once I was part of the wrestling team. Little did I know then the changes that would take place in my life a few months later.