Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2022 10:43:23 -0500 From: Hugo Dan Subject: Becoming the man of the house - Bisexual - Incest - Chapter 3 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/ - There was a double standard with my mother. Inside the bedroom we could do anything - by anything I mean everything she taught me, I think I mentioned that my mother was somewhat vanilla about sex - but outside I couldn't mention a thing, outside the bedroom we were mother and son, we talked about school, friends, whatever on TV we were watching, but never about what was going on in bed. One Saturday afternoon, I came home from riding my bike with some neighborhood friends, I left my bike in the front yard and walked in through the front door. "Mom, Mom!", I called out to her, a bit agitated from the physical exertion of having pedaled for almost twenty blocks and also from the idea I wanted to express to her. Hanging out with my friends, I realized that they were still kids, and I felt different, I felt that I fit better with the high school boys, and they accepted me already in their group. "What's going on Dylan? Here I am," she said sitting in the small dining room, "The house is small, you don't have to yell." "I'm sorry mom, it's just that I want to tell you something, listen..." "Dylan, please... I'm busy, don't you see," my mother interrupted. She was sitting at the dining room table with a stack of papers piled up. Months ago she had gotten a job at a financial consultancy, as a sort of secretary/assistant, and since there was a lot of work to be done, her boss was sending her out with a stack of papers to catch up on over the weekend. "Yes, Mom, I know! But it's just that I want to chat about soccer, I'll quit when the year is over and when I get into high school I'm going to join..." "Dylan! Please!" my mother raised her voice, leaned her elbows on the table and covered her face. I immediately fell silent, I sensed anger, but the truth is she was frustrated, my mom didn't go to college, she married my father despite my grandparents' refusal so she cut off all relations. When my father died, my mother and I were able to survive on the sale of the other house and insurance money, but it was obvious that it would not be enough. I walked over to the couch and sat down to watch TV. As I had already said, our house was small, the common area was a small living room attached to the dining area, so it was a few steps away from where my mom was working, I glanced over from time to time feeling sensitive about my mom's nagging and not being able to have told her what I was so excited about. Perhaps an hour later, I noticed my mother straighten up in her chair, and grab her neck as if to release her tension. I continued watching my tv show as she stood up and walked to the bedroom, it was then that I heard her call out to me. "Yes mom...", I said from the bedroom door. "Come , I need your help, take off your clothes." "What?", I asked confused. In the meantime, she began to undress, arranging her clothes to the side. "Get undressed, I need you to help me get rid of the stress..." "You want us to have? Now? In the afternoon?" "Dylan, please, people fuck at all hours, it doesn't matter!" her tone was jaded, tired, so I complied. It wasn't often that Mom and I had our caress session afternoon, but since she started her new job, it was more frequent. And those times when she asked me to help her with her stress, it was totally different from our nightly cuddles, when mom was stressed, she wanted me to be focused, no kissing, no cuddling. She asked me to get on my knees on the bed while she positioned herself lying down as usual, she flexed her legs to herself and held them with her hands, then spread them apart leaving her pussy exposed and accessible. I spread my knees apart to be on level, guided my cock in and poked her pussy, it wasn't wet as usual, I pushed as I usually did and she moaned, "Wait, be careful..." Once inside her I started pushing with my hips, thrusting in and out again and again, from slow to more rhythmic. I placed my hands on her bent legs, no longer supporting myself on the bed with my hands. I had no problem with doing it like that, but it felt different, there wasn't the excitement, the excitement that there was during the night or those mornings when she was giving me blowjobs. I focused on what I was doing, in and out, in and out, she was engrossed in me, focused on her own pleasure, she kept her eyes closed as she moaned, one hand caressing her pussy and began to tease that little spot that made her squirm more. I looked around me, focused on my task, I saw the furniture, the wall, the imperfections, then mom started to say, "Yes... yes... like that... keep it up... it feels good... oh Dylan... you do it so good... my baby.... make mommy feel good...", I liked to hear her say how good I made her feel, and that made my cock swell, I felt it spasm, as if my body wanted to inject more blood into my member even though it was no longer possible. So I sped up my movements, thrusting a bit harder making her moan louder... "Is this okay?" "Yes!" she exclaimed "I like it too mom." "Oh Dylan!" Perhaps because of my young age, and my naivety, I thought it was a good time to talk to her. In my defense, we talked about everything all the time, why shouldn't we do it in bed too? "Mom..." "Mhm...," she said, humming, still with eyes closed teasing her clit. "I was telling you that I'll quit soccer... when the school year is over." "Mhm...," she kept moaning, "But you always liked soccer... your dad loved soccer..." "Yeah... I know... I still like it, I'll keep playing with my friends...", I argued as I kept my rhythm going in and out of her pussy, it felt warm, her wetness making my cock slide as usual in and out of her, "I feel like I could do better in another sport" "Sure Dylan... Yes... do whatever feels best... like this... do it...", feeling my mother's support made me feel a little more energetic so I sped up my onslaught again, she moaned, but bit her lower lip to keep from doing it load. "Do you think dad would have been upset...about quitting the soccer team? He was very good, wasn't he?" "Very good! Oh dylan! He was very good... and you will become as good as him..." "Yes mom, but I will quit the team...", I still didn't get that we were talking about different subjects. "It doesn't matter... You are doing great... as good as him... and you still have some growing to do Dylan... you will be as good as your daddy and you will have his cock as well... yes!", She exclaimed getting closer to climax, "Yes! Keep going!", by common sense I knew she wouldn't stop me, neither she nor I were finished, so I took her comment to keep going as a sign for me to continue talking. "Thanks mom, I knew you would understand me, they say it's best to be on the wrestling team when applying for college." "What!", she exclaimed, startled by what I said. "Wh-wha...?", I froze at the same time, I felt her pussy clench on my dick trapping me inside of her, oh fuck that feeling. "What did you say?" "What-that being on the wrestling team is..." "College?" "Yeah mom... Someday I'll go to college, right?" that's what everyone says, what they always put in our heads in school, study to someday go to college, and then get a good job. I knew that going to college was very expensive, but I thought that being good at sports could be a feasible path for me, I didn't expect my mom to pay for my studies in full. "I knew it... I knew it! Just like him! Just like your father!" she yelled, pushing me away from her. She sat on the bed and looked at me reproachfully. "What's wrong mom?", I didn't understand her sudden change of mood. I climbed off the bed, naked, my cock standing upright and covered in her juices. "You will abandon me too!" "What are you saying mom, abandon you? I'll never do that!" "But you want to leave! That's what going to college means, leaving here, leaving me alone! You said you'd be the man of the house, why did you promise if you weren't going to keep your word? We agreed that something serious was going on with my mother, it was not normal - healthy - nor fair - to assign such a role to a 14 year old boy. I loved her then, and I still do. We had a close sentimental and carnal relationship that had gotten out of control since that first approach. I tried to calm her down but to no avail. We didn't talk for the rest of the day, and it was difficult given the size of our home, we bumped into each other at every turn. Then it was time for bed. We both went to bed, each one on their side, she turned her back to me and I felt her rejection, I was sad and wanted to cry, she had never done that before. I gulped and made a decision. I put a hand on my mother's back, she wore tank tops to sleep, my young hand rested on her soft skin. She didn't react, although I knew perfectly well she was awake. "Mom..." I spoke softly. I cleared my throat, "Mom...?", she just turned in the gloom, "I'm sorry...", I said and then hugged her, "Forgive me, please, I'm never going to leave you, I love you..." Then she turned completely around, and tenderly said my name, "Oh Dylan...", she took me in her arms and gently squeezed me, I felt her warm body against mine, her ample, firm breasts pressing against my young chest, "I'm so happy to hear that..." then she kissed me, it was like many others, tender, soft, but it turned into a passionate one in a second, her tongue entered my mouth and began to toy with mine, I responded with inexperience, but with eagerness to learn. We took our clothes off and caressed each other on the bed, she paused for a moment, I was holding her, our warm naked bodies pressed against each other, "Do you want to be the man of the house?," I nodded even though she couldn't see me with the light off, "Come.... ", She said turning on the bed, placing herself underneath and me on top, "And make love to me...", it was the first time she called our caresses that way, and those words echoed in my head, for good... and for bad. The summer passed slowly and boringly, I made the attempt to do all sorts of activities, but my friends were out of town, some visiting relatives, some at summer camps and some on trips with their families. Meanwhile, mom had to work. It wasn't that we didn't have money for anything, we lived well, comfortably and could afford what we needed and a little more, but being new at her job, she couldn't have days off, so I had to spend it alone. One day I was walking back home after going to a nearby soccer field, I had found some boys to play with, but they had to go home for lunch. I was walking slowly along the side of the road, carrying my ball, when a car coming my way did a u turn. I stopped at the squeal of tires, then it pulled over beside me. "Stroker!" exclaimed a young voice from inside, the one on the passenger seat was wearing sunglasses, it wasn't hard to deduce who it was from the way he referred to me. It was James, from the wrestling team, "We didn't see you in the showers anymore, we wondered what happened to you." "Uhm...yeah, practice changed hours, and well, it's summer now." "Oh good. So are you having a good time?", I just shrugged my shoulders, "Where are you going?" "Home," I said, raising a hand trying to block out the sun. "We're going to Tom's uncle's house, they went on a trip and left him the keys in case he wanted to go to the pool, do you want to go?", I thought about it for a moment, I had already made up my mind that I would never see the guys from the wrestling team again, mainly because of my mom's reaction, but her reaction had itself been for another issue, so I smiled broadly and nodded vigorously anyway I was already wearing shorts and a t-shirt. In the car were three members of the wrestling team, Tom at the wheel, who will drive to his uncle's house, James beside him, and Billy in the back, the latter was glad to see me and put his arm around my slim frame. Billy was blond like me, though taller for being 16, he was wearing a surfer's swimsuit, tank top and sandals. I noticed that the boys were more prepared for the pool than I was, wearing shorts-type swimsuits, Tom an unbuttoned shirt and James a T-shirt similar to Billy's. "Guys, uhm...could we stop by my place? To pick up my bathing suit." The three laughed in unison, then Tom said "Come on you little wanker! You don't need a bathing suit, we've already seen each other in the showers, none of us will wear one!" "Besides, you're already one of us, aren't you? You'll be joining the team going into high school, right?" asked James. "Ehm... I don't know...", I said a little embarrassed, I felt very much engraved in my head mom's reaction. "Come on Stroker!" added Billy, the boy next to me, "Those legs of yours are wrestler's legs!" he said squeezing my toned thigh with his hand, "You just need to train a little and you're done!" Tom parked in the driveway of a very big house in an area of town I was unfamiliar with, I turned to look at the neighborhood and understood why, all those houses were upper class, something I was not used to. We walked in and I was impressed to see the spaciousness, the elegance, the opulence, I watched in awe as the three boys moved in with familiarity. "Tom's uncle is rich," James said to my obvious amazement, "Come, let's go out to the backyard," James led me to the back of the house, where the huge yard was covered with the greenest grass and a huge pool. Without another word, the three boys took off their clothes. James is the tallest, he is slim and his body is ripped, his hair is light brown and his skin is the palest of them all. Billy is blond, just maybe a shade lighter than me, and he has a slightly shiny layer of hair on his legs and arms which glistens with the sunlight, maybe if he had dark hair you'd notice he'd be the hairiest. Tom is the shortest of the high schoolers, his skin has a golden, natural tan, his hair is dark on a buzz cut, perhaps because of his short stature he looks broader, and his slim waist makes him look more fit. Then the boys jumped into the pool, I smiled as I heard them laugh and start playing. "Come on Stroker, jump in!", so I took everything off, throwing it on the floor and joined in the fun. I had the time of my life, they made me feel part of the group, there was no distinction for being younger, or not going to school with them yet. A couple of hours later we rested in Tom's uncle's huge living room, the boys ordered pizza and we sat on the carpet, we had dried off outside and were still completely naked. Then they put a movie on TV and although it was very entertaining, I had been playing soccer, and then we had been swimming for quite a while and before I knew it I fell asleep. I slowly opened my eyes, I was lying on the carpet and I straightened up, looked around and I was all alone. I looked out the window and the pool was alone. "Guys?", I asked but no one answered, I didn't hear any noise other than the TV either. I went to the kitchen and only saw the traces left from the pizza and sodas, I must admit I felt a little panic thinking they had left me there, but I noticed Tom's car was still parked. I had no choice but to explore the second floor. I went up the stairs but I could not hear anything, I advanced slowly down a hallway, knocked on a door and got no answer, then I dared to open a couple of doors and found nothing but empty rooms. It was until I reached the end of the corridor that I came across a slightly open door, I don't know why but I walked slowly until I could see inside the room. My green eyes widened in astonishment, I stopped in my tracks, I couldn't go any further or back away from what I saw, James, the tall one, well-built guy was sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs were spread, and his head was leaning back, his eyes were staring at the ceiling with a look of absolute pleasure. At the height of his crotch and kneeling on the floor, Tom and Billy were holding his hard penis and sharing it as if it were a candy, more like a delicacy, the two boys savoring it with their tongues as they fought over who would hold it. I watched Billy try to engulf it completely, then Tom, but neither could do it completely because of how long it was. James moaned and laid a hand on the head of each one of his buddies. Then, without realizing it and wanting to watch more, I pushed the door, it made a sound as it opened and immediately the three young men became aware of my presence. I was frightened and immediately backed away and fled. "Stroker!" I heard one yell at me, "Wait!" "I got this," said another. My heart was pounding as I rushed down the stairs, then I ran to the exit door and held the doorknob and as I tried to pull it closed again. "What the hell!" I exclaimed, then realized that James' hand had closed it again. "I'm sorry!", I said, "I didn't mean to!", I said in fright. "Where are you going?" "A-a to my house," I replied, my heart almost pounding out of my chest. "Like that?" he asked. "Huh?" "Haven't you seen what you are wearing?", then I remembered that I was naked just like him. And so were the other two. "Calm down... please stay... Let me explain." James led me into the living room, and we sat down on the couch. I had a look of extreme distress on my face. "Look Dylan..." for the first time he was calling me by my name and not my nickname, I knew the worst was coming. "Please don't! Please don't stop talking to me! I want to be part of the team, but please don't exclude me for interrupting you! I promise you I didn't mean to!" "What?" asked James disjointed, "What are you saying?" he asked. "I didn't mean to spy." Then James smiled, "Is that what you're worried about? That we'll stop talking to you?", I nodded, "What you saw up there didn't scare you or something?", I denied. At my young age I had already experienced forbidden sex, albeit unknowingly, and immersed in a relationship that I knew few would understand to begin with, it was not my place to judge or reprimand for any other expression of affection. On the contrary, it seemed to me that what I had done had been disrespectful to my new friends. James and I were silent, then he said, "Tom, Billy and I get along very well, we are best friends... uhm... sometimes we like to express it differently to others...", he was silent for a moment waiting for me to say something, but I just nodded. "We like to give each other pleasure... pleasure we don't find elsewhere... you know, Tom has a girlfriend..." I nodded again, "But that doesn't stop us from doing... well, you saw... it's something between friends, teammates... and we like to keep it that way...", everything he was saying made sense to me, "No one else knows..." he stared at me. It took me a moment to know he was waiting for a response from me, to which I nodded telling him I wouldn't say anything about it. "It's funny... All three of us like girls, but between us, what we do, is different than what we do with them... sometimes I think it's better... but, we're not fags, does that sound weird to you?", I shook my head, "And maybe we're crazy but, sharing our cum," he made a gesture letting me know he meant swallowing cum, "it invigorates us, like it makes us stronger, more manly!", then I looked at him sharply. "You think so? Uhm... I mean... does it make you stronger? More manly?", he nodded convinced of it, I gulped, wanting to say something but sanity wouldn't let me. "Totally." "...and..." an idea in me swirled back and forth, "Could I... would you and... let me...?" "Join us?", I nodded apologetically. "Only if you're truly sure... we won't force you." I looked at him, James was attentive to me, I looked down and he had his cock fully erect, I looked at mine, hard though smaller. "Yeah, I'm sure..." James stood up and waited for me, together we walked up the stairs, I watched his cock wobble with each step, mine was stiff and limp. I swallowed saliva as we entered the room, Tom and Billy were there, lying on the bed, in front of each other but in the opposite direction, their heads facing their cocks, each sucking the other's. James sat back down on the edge of the bed, motioned for me to kneel between his long legs, I rested my hands on them, looked at his cock a short distance from my face, looked up at him, his eyes encouraging me, then took the shaft as I had often seen my mother do with mine and brought my mouth close. It is a totally different experience to see than to do. Because it was not enough to have received blowjobs than to give one, James taught me to do it slowly, to be careful with my teeth, the boy grabbed my head and weaved his fingers in my dirty blond hair and guided me. "Are you ready?" He said to me minutes later, then he straightened up and asked me to pull back, James started to masturbate, he did it hard and fast, and not only moaned, he also grunted, "Open your mouth... I'm going to cum Stroker", as soon as I did, I saw James face turn red and a strong jet of cum shot straight down my throat. I gagged, but James grabbed my chin and spurted again, but now on my tongue. It was a strange but exciting sensation, mostly because of the expectation that it would make me more of a man. I tasted his warm cum and swallowed, "Not bad, right?", he said, and it was not, mom was right about it. James stood up to give way to Tom, the two friends looked at each other with complicity and bumped fists, as if a task had been accomplished, as if a premeditated situation had gone the way they wanted it to. Tom's cock was not long, but slightly thicker, I sucked it as James had taught me, and Tom continued the learning curve. His cum was just as thick, but in smaller quantity. Then Billy followed, his balls hung a little more than his friends and he asked me to hold them in my hand while I gave him the blowjob, his cock was neither big nor thick, but not small either, Billy enjoyed it even more, maybe after two cocks I had already become more skilled. Then I tasted the third load of my life. The guys left me at home with the promise to meet again soon. I entered my house with a new attitude, with more manhood, feeling stronger and more manly. My cock felt tight in my underwear. That night I made love to my mom making her moan like never before, I lay on top of her while ramming her with my teenage cock at the same time I was looking for her mouth to kiss her, I hesitated for a moment to do it, I didn't want her to notice the taste of semen in my mouth, fortunately she didn't. What made her even crazier that time, was that while I was fucking her, I started sucking on her tits, licking her nipples, fiddling with my tongue on them. I came hard inside her and collapsed on top as I always did.