Becoming a Boy 49

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THE HOLDER BEDROOM

"It's disgusting! They're queers."

"Peg, it's not disgusting. It's just sex."

"It's sex between two boys. I can't believe you won't go stop them."

"Of course I'm not going to stop them. I don't need to interrupt them having sex, and I'm pretty sure they don't need any assistance, nor anyone walking in to yell at them."

"How can you be so cavalier? Timothy is engaging in that, that, STUFF in there, in our house, and you won't go say something."

"Peg, just calm down. The stuff you are talking about is just sex, it's enjoyable. You can't run Tim's life. He's an adult. He is going to do what he wants to do. He's obviously been doing this sort of thing at college for the last couple years."

"I didn't raise him to be a queer! I raised him to be straight, to like girls, to compete against other boys, not to, not to suck their dicks."

"Peg, we talked about this years ago when we both figured out that Tim was likely gay. We agreed to let him live his life and not interfere."

"You agreed to that. You think he is gay. I am NOT going to let this go Bob. I am going to speak to that friend of his tomorrow. I'm going to tell him that I don't want to listen to that in my home, to have it thrown in my face that way."

"Peg, the boys are fine. They aren't hurting anyone. If they like each other and have a relationship, there is no reason to interfere and risk ruining some happiness our son is having. Why would you do that?"

"Because that isn't Timothy. It's that other one, that Ian. He is forcing himself on Tim. Can't you hear them?"

"I'm trying NOT to listen to them OR to you right now, Peg. What you're saying to me is highly disturbing. You're saying that you don't want our son to be happy. That bothers me."

"He can be happy having sex with women, or not having sex. Then he can be just like us."

"Peg!"

"This is all YOUR fault. If you weren'tÉ"

"Shut up, Peg. My being bisexual has nothing to do with Tim's sexuality. If you read the few studies done on biology and sexual orientation, you'd know that the results show orientation, if it is biological, has more to do with a mother's genetic material. So, don't even go there. Tim is who he is because of everything he has been through as a person, not one incident or one chromosome."

"I'm sure it doesn't help that you have that inclination, Bob."

"I'm sure it doesn't help that you refused to allow any discussion of sex at all with Tim as he grew up. Nor does it help you have such a restrictive attitude towards anyone having a sex life, Peg."

"I have allowed you to have sex with men on several occasions, if you recall."

"Yes, you've been very generous, and I tried to allow you to follow your interests too, Peg so I don't see what the problem is with Tim doing as he wants to do. I don't have to tell you our sex has dwindled to nothing because you aren't interested, or you simply find the idea of sex revolting"

"I don't hate sex, it just isn't all that interesting to me. Anyway, it's just that he didn't have to live like that. He was dating girls in high school. He could have been straight if he just didn't follow your weaknesses."

"That's enough for tonight, Peg. You know these discussions go nowhere. Get over it. We knew Tim in high school and we knew he was like a puppy around some guys. Your restrictive beliefs haven't done anything to help Tim over the years. Don't be a bitch while he's here. Let him be who he is."

"I can't believe you're talking to me this way."

"Good night, Peg."

TIM

After I woke up, I lay in my old bed, in my old bedroom. I thought about last night and how Ian had wrapped his hand around my throat and held it there. I immediately understood the power that gave him and how he might like that. I also had to decide right then that I enjoyed it too. I loved seeing his face as he loomed over me. How much he enjoyed having the control that his muscles and grip and attitude gave him. It was all I could do to not shoot my load immediately from feeling his hand on my throat and the look in his eyes. Just re-thinking it all right now made my comparatively small dick hard as a rock.

I rolled over and looked at Ian. The sheet was only half way up his body. I watched as his broad chest rose and fell in steady rhythm. I looked further down his body and saw that his cock was hard. The shape was unmistakable under that sheet. How could he ever hide that dick? Why would he want to? I was beginning to really get how he had every girl he wanted. I had gotten to that point. I wanted him and that cock as much as I could get it.

I pulled back the bedcovers and slid out of bed. I stood and walked the three steps over to the other twin bed and hovered over that cock. I slowly pulled on the sheet and it was like peeling back the skin of an onion. His cock was revealed in all its glory. I swear my mouth watered as the length and girth of it became visible. I bent over and licked the length of the shaft. Ian stirred. I didn't glance up but stayed focused on my job. After a second lick up the underside of his dick I went for the head and swirled my tongue around the head then slid it into my mouth.

I kneeled before him on the bed and began my morning worship of Ian's sword. It was then that I felt his hand on the back of my head. I could feel his muscles tighten as he stretched and kept his hand firmly on my head. He pushed enough on it so I knew to go further down the shaft. As it bumped the back of my throat and then slid began to slide down my gullet, Ian moaned.

"That's it Timmy. It great having a personal cocksucker. You're a good fag," Ian told me quietly.

His words gave me a warm feeling all over. Hearing that he appreciated my early morning attention made me realize these months of learning his wants were indeed what I wanted to do. I was meant to be a cocksucker for Ian. I needed this dick inside me. I was okay with that. I was better than okay, I was whole.

"Suck it, bitch. Get all the way down on it."

I did just as he instructed. I kept swallowing until my lips were touching his nuts. I stuck out my tongue when I got there and licked as much as I could at his balls. He moaned and kept encouraging me. I didn't hear it all, just the soothing tone of his voice and the hand on the back of my head, pushing me down on his shaft.

"Nothing better than waking up to a blow job, a warm, wet throat to fuck," Ian repeated. "Unless you're a cocksucker then I guess then it's best to wake up to a hard cock inside you."

Ian laughed and I managed to make eye contact. He looked half asleep but he also looked very connected to his dick and my tongue on it. His hand controlled my pace. Quick and hard or slow and easy. I worked to follow the pressure on my head or the grip of his hand in my hair. It wasn't a lengthy process; morning blow jobs rarely were. A few minutes of pleasure for me gave Ian a few seconds of pleasure. After a bit, I knew he was going to blow as he tensed and his hand pushed hard on my head and he slammed me down fully on his dick. He squirmed in enjoyment and held my head down all the way. I swallowed repeatedly on the shaft, feeling it pulse and spit its seed deep inside me. As he finished and pulled my head off his cock I felt the thickness lessen and slowly be pulled from inside me.

"Fuck I love a good blow in the morning. Now, I'm hungry. You think your folks are up?" he asked. "Think we can grab some breakfast?" I laughed. If he wasn't looking for pussy, Ian was looking for food

"I'm guessing they are up," I told him. "If not I will try to fix something that you find acceptable."

"Good boy! Let's go."

When we were dressed and downstairs Mom and Dad were already up. Mom had already made up some eggs and bacon and stuff so I didn't have to do anything. I was both happy that I didn't have to cook but also a little disappointed that I couldn't show Ian I could do it. He didn't seem to mind though as he dug right into the stuff Mom had already made.

"Tim, did you want to head out to the malls after you eat? You said you had not been shopping at all," Dad was speaking to me.

I glanced over at Ian but he was shoveling food into his mouth and wasn't paying any attention to me. "Uhm, sure, Dad. Is Mom going too? We all going to head out?"

"I don't think so. Your Mom seems to want to stay and work on dinner for later."

"Oh, well okay. Maybe Ian will go with us," I replied. I still couldn't catch his eyes though so I had no idea what he wanted to do. I'd do what he wanted to do. That's how it went most days.

"I'm thinking he'll want to stay here. Let's just make it our time out today," Dad told me.

"Uhm, sure, Dad, I'll just let Ian know though."

"Of course," he told me. "You do that."

I wondered what all that was about. I hadn't really spent time with Dad on my own in ages. Not that we didn't get along, but when I had been home in the last couple years, Mom was always around too.

When I finally got Ian's eye and attention I let him know Dad and I were headed out to shop. We had gone to the kitchen to drop our dishes in the sink.

"Good, I can't believe you didn't find time to buy xmas gifts, boy. What were you thinking?"

"Well, I had a lot going on, Sir," I whispered. "There were finals, swimmingÉ"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," He interrupted. "You were busy. But you still have responsibilities, Timmy. You don't skip Christmas gifts with the family. Go on and get what you need to buy."

"So, you don't want to go?" I asked.

"No. I already bought what I need, for here and for my family. I'm not going to face the late shopping crowds. I'll hang here and keep your Mom company."

"Okay, Sir."

It was strange. I didn't figure that Ian would have anything to say to my Mom. Frankly I didn't think Mom had anything to say to Ian. But what could I do. Ian made the decisions. It wasn't like I could change his mind. So, after I showered and got dressed, Dad and I headed out to shop.

IAN

Timmy and his Dad headed out leaving Peg and me at the house. I wasn't all that interested in shopping today and I figured Timmy was going to do the confession thing with his Dad anyway. I didn't need to be around for that, too much drama I figured. I'd just hang out and maybe catch up on Johnson had me working on or maybe see a movie on TV. I didn't count on Timmy's Mom starting in on me right away though.

"I heard you and Tim last night," she said abruptly. She was cleaning up the kitchen, washing dishes.

"Was our conversation too loud?" I asked her. I knew what she was getting at, but I thought I'd play dumb for a bit.

"You know very well that isn't what I am getting at. You two were having sex in his room. Don't play dumb with me, I wasn't born yesterday." Her words spilled out with some venom. She seemed upset at the idea of her boy getting some dick in her house. "Tim isn't gay. I didn't raise him that way. He plays sports, he dates girls. I heard the moaning and groaning. Clearly this is something that isn't right for him based on all that noise. He sounded like he was in pain"

I chuckled inside. Obviously, this lady hadn't received a good dicking in her life if she didn't know the difference in an enjoyable moan or groan and one generated through some pain.

"Look, Peg," I started right back at her. "I'm an adult, your son is an adult. What we do as two adults isn't really of any importance to you when it comes down to it."

"It's obvious you forced yourself on my son," she spat back. "You are bigger than him and more muscular. It's obvious to me that you somehow made him do those things. He's probably afraid of you and just did it because you forced him. He is not gay. He's always been influenced by his friends. He's still young and obviously he's doing this because you've twisted his friendship into some sort of sex thing. You are one of those gay men who try to take advantage of any man out there."

I laughed out loud. Yeah, I thought to myself, I brought out the fag in Timmy, but it didn't take much convincing really.

"Mrs. Holder. Peg. Your son is gay. In fact, he's so gay that he's a faggot," I told her. Her jaw dropped open and sat there as I continued. "Your son came to me several months ago, begging me to let him suck on my dick. I didn't go chasing after him, I have plenty of girls back at college who are more than happy to take care of my sexual needs. For your information Peg, Timmy is so gay that he doesn't even think about anything but my dick. I don't know why that is, I sure didn't ask him to get fixated on my cock. However, once he convinced me that he wanted to do that, I took him up on his offer and you know what, Peg? Your son is good at being a fag. I've let him blow me more times than I can count, and he has a great back-door pussy that I use all the time too now. That noise you are complaining about was Timmy enjoying himself as I gave him just what he wanted, what he begged for last night."

"How dare you say those things!" she shouted at me finally. "You are a filthy pervert. You've made my son a filthy pervert too." She moved toward me quickly.

I stood up from the kitchen table where I was sitting. Just as she raised her hand to slap me I grabbed her wrist. She was not a very big woman. She kept her hair fairly short, had a decent set of tits on her and didn't look too bad for nearing 50, I thought. Tim resembled her facially. I wanted to smack her too, but thought that might not be the best idea now. Maybe later if she needed it.

"Peg, first thing is I am not a filthy pervert, and second thing, neither is your son. We are two adults engaging in a mutually satisfying relationship. Do I look filthy?"

She was staring up at me, but didn't answer so I spoke again.

"Do I look filthy to you?" I held out my hands. "I've asked you a question, Peg, and as two adults having a conversation, it is considered polite for you to answer, it is not polite for you to try and smack me."

She glanced down at my hands then returned her eyes up at mine.

"You know very well what I meant."

"Indeed, I know very well. You are connecting sexual activity with something dirty, Peg. There was nothing filthy about last night. Tim and I are clean people. Tim keeps himself very clean for our sex."

"I don't want to hear about your sex," she talked over me, trying to pull her wrist from my hand.

"I think you do need to hear about our sex. Tim has mentioned that no one talked about sex when he was growing up. I can see now you don't seem to think very highly of sex, Peg. Or perhaps you are simply jealous of your son. He was getting some good old fashioned enjoyable sex last night, and you weren't. You seem bent on stopping Tim from enjoying his life, from enjoying sex. Why does that bother you so much?"

"Sex isn't that important," she retorted. "It's about love, and babies, and friendship, and this isn't about me anyway, it's about what you've done to Tim. You've changed him into, into a gay." I really laughed at that. I couldn't help it, my laugh erupted from my gut and poured out. "Stop it, this isn't funny. Tim has a good life and I want him to get married and have a kid or two. I don't want him to be gay, to just waste his life on sex and, and, and you."

"What Tim does is his own choice, Peg. You need to realize you've raised him to be the person he is. If he enjoys sex, if he is indeed gay, as you seem to think, then that is the result of his biology and/or his upbringing, no more, no less."

"This is his father's fault. It's the way he leads his life. I knew it would affect Tim, I knew it."

I had no idea what she was talking about now, but I was curious as to why she blamed her husband.

"Peg, Are you saying something happened between Timmy and Bob? Did BobÉ"

"Oh, god no! No, that never happened!" she exclaimed.

I released her wrist finally and put my hand up to her arm. I wanted to seem sympathetic to whatever she thought had happened. She didn't pull away.

"Then what happened?"

"Bob is bi," she sighed. "He has always been bi. I know it had some effect on Tim. I wouldn't let Bob discuss sex. I didn't want to have his preferences effect Tim in any way."

"So, do you and Bob have an open relationship, Peg? You let him have sex with men?"

I moved my arm from her forearm to her hand, easily covering her smaller hand which was on the counter. I didn't make older women my usual mark, but this woman seemed way over stressed about her son's sexuality and this might be a way into her letting go of some of that. And it would be hot to fuck Timmy's mom. She looked up at me finally and seemed a bit relieved to be talking about it.

"Oh, he gets in a mood sometimes. Not very often, but I can tell. He asks me beforehand, otherwise I don't want to know. It's not how sex is supposed to be. One person should be plenty for anyone. I don't understand it, but I decided to live with it."

"Not talking about it isn't any good, Peg. It bottles things up inside you."

A tear fell out of the corner of her eye. I moved in closer and put my arm around her shoulders.

"I thought it would change over time, but he says he has needs to meet that I can't meet for him. I didn't want Tim to hear any of it. I didn't want him to think things could be this way."

She really started crying now. What do you do with a crying woman? You comfort her. That's all Dad had ever taught me. She sobbed a bit. She grabbed a paper towel and blew her nose. She did not grab hold of me for a hug, but I did pull her into me anyway and she let me do that.

"It's okay, Peg. Really, it's okay. You'll be okay. Timmy is going to be just fine too. There is nothing wrong with having a life different from the norm seen on TV. There is certainly nothing wrong with having a good sex life as long as everyone agrees on the rules." I paused a bit as I let that sink in. "You do have the right to have your own arrangements on the side too, don't you, Peg?"

She sniffed a couple times and pulled back looking up at me.

"Yes, if I want," she admitted, "but that isn't my concern. My concern is Tim."

"Tim is going to be fine, Peg. He can take care of himself, he's a strong boy."

"Are you going to take care of him? Are you going to be the, the MAN to make sure he's okay?"

"Peg, how long did you take to decide Bob was the man you wanted to marry? The person you wanted to spend your life with?"

"A year at least," she replied. "I wasn't sure, even after he seemed sure," she admitted wiping the last of her tears away. "It was probably closer to two years of dating before I said yes to him."

"Well, Timmy and I have been involved only a few months. This is the first guy I have ever been with, and I place a lot of demands on the person I am going to be with in life. I haven't decided that yet. I'm sure Timmy hasn't decided if he wants to be with me that long either."

Okay, that last part was a lie. I was sure Timmy would do whatever I wanted at this point. If I told him he'd be my fag forever he'd take it at my word. Yet, I didn't want to say that to Peg at this point. I'd be much surer of things like Timmy's submission before I made any commitments. He'd need to accept I'd always have women around even if he was a main part of my life.

"This is the first man you have been with? Have you been with women too? Does Tim know all this?"

"Of course, Peg. I don't hide anything from him. The truth is important to me. Tim knows me very well. He is the one who chased me. He is the one who begged me to have sex with him."

"And you just decided to try being with a guy? Are you bi too, I mean like Bob?"

"I would call myself straight. I like a woman's body, Peg. I hadn't really given much thought to men until Timmy came along. There are certain things about Timmy though that have made me look at what being with him over the long term might be like. Maybe I'm bi, who knows? Or maybe Timmy is just persuasive."

Okay I was laying it on thick, I admit it. I wanted to see if I had it in me to get Peg into a bed, my cock inside her. I wondered if this uptight woman would let me show her how good sex could be.

"I just never saw Tim as gay," she sighed. "Bob saw it, he was always wanting to discuss it, but I didn't want him to talk to Tim about it. Tim dated girls in high school, he knew who the gay boys were there. Why didn't he say something?"

"Well, I'm just guessing, but gay boys weren't what Timmy was looking for, Peg." She looked back at me and didn't understand. "What do you see when you look at me, Peg? Do I look gay to you?"

"Nnnno."

"No, I don't, because I'm not gay, Peg. I'm all man. That is what Timmy wanted I guess. Not a girly boy, not a gay guy. He wanted a Man." She looked at me in a puzzled manner. "Don't you want a Man too, Peg? Don't you want to know what Timmy finds so attractive? What Timmy sees in me?"

I looked at her and moved my hand to her lower back, rubbing it in a circle gently around. I kept my hand firmly on her lower back rubbing gently and moved my other hand to the side of her face. I touched her face with my thumb and traced a crazy pattern on her cheek and to her lips, placing my thumb squarely on her lips. She just looked at me and wasn't moving.

"Timmy isn't gay, Peg, he just knows what he likes. He likes a man who can let him be himself, let him let go of his fears, let go of tension. Isn't that what you would like too, Peg? All this time worrying about Tim, worrying about him finding out about Bob and you, about sex in general? He already knows all about sex, Peg. He knows what feels good and what he enjoys. Don't you think it's about time that you learned what feels good?"

I moved my hand down her chin, along her neck and eventually to her breasts. She stepped back.

"You've carried this around all these years, Peg and in the end, it hasn't done a thing to change the outcome. Timmy knows what he likes. He learned it on his own. Why don't you let me show you what feels good, Peg?"

She didn't say anything, she just stared at me. "IÉI have a sex life."

"Come on, Peg. You've waited years to let go of this burden you created for yourself. Can you really tell me you've enjoyed sex in the last several years? You blocked discussing it, you've blocked Bob from letting you enjoy it. Why don't you let me show you how good sex can feel?"

"I can't do that! You're half my age, you're Tim's boyfriend, I haven't talked with Bob about this."

I pulled the t-shirt I had on over my head and set it on the counter. I shrugged and flexed my chest a bit for her. She watched, as I figured she would.

"You're very cocky, aren't you?"

"I know women appreciate my body Peg. I figured you could too."

"But what about Tim?"

"Tim knows I am going to continue to see women, whether he is my boy or not. And yeah, Tim loves to look at my body too."

"But, I'm his mother, for god's sake, Ian."

"And I can see you need to learn about good sex. I'm not saying Bob is not good at it, Peg, What I'm saying is you've blocked yourself to anything about sex and maybe I can help you see that sex can be good and fun and not a block to having a successful or satisfying life."

"Sex just isn't that important," she stated again.

"Since it isn't that important, why not let me try and show you how good it could be and how it might become more important to you?"

I stepped closer to her again and put my hand out to hers. She didn't stop me. I pulled her hand up to my chest.

"Go ahead, touch me." Her had didn't move on its own so I started moving it around for her.

"I'm married. Bob and IÉ"

"This isn't about Bob, it's about you, Peg. I'm sure Bob knows what feels good and probably can make you feel good too, but you keep trying to NOT feel good." Her hand started moving around my chest on her own accord. "That's it babe, run your hand over my arms." I flexed my arms and popped my biceps for her.

"You're so big. How much time do you spend at the gym?"

"Enough. I need to watch Tim work on his workouts. He needs a close eye for a while until he figures out what I want him working on there." Her hand roamed slowly over my arms and then again on my chest. "Tim has certain features that I want to enhance and others I'm not so worried about. Go on, run your hands on my abs."

I dropped my arms and took her hand again. I ran it further down my body until she was feeling my abs.

"TheyÉthey're very nice. They're so firm, I can see them so clearly. IÉI don't think I've ever touched a stomach like yours."

She lightly ran her hands through the hair that covered my abs and chest. I didn't mind. Not many guys had the nice hair I had. Some had just patchy fur around their nipples, others just had hair on their abs. I had a reasonable covering of hair on my chest and abs. Thankfully none had migrated to my back yet.

"Go ahead, Peg. Move your hand down further. Run your hand over my crotch. DO it," I instructed her.

She looked me in the eyes and shook her head slightly, as if to say no, but her hand went further down anyway. She reached my crotch and ran her hand over it, but very gently, as if she didn't really want to touch it.

"Go on Peg, actually touch it. Grab ahold, see what is in there. See what got Timmy staring at me to begin with. See what Timmy really likes, what gets him all hot and bothered."

I reached out and ran my fingers over Peg's bust. I reached up to her blouse and began unbuttoning it. She didn't stop me. I ran through all the buttons and then pulled it open. She had a nice figure, not a skinny young girl, but a full woman's shape. I moved my hands back up to her breasts and cupped them, running my thumbs over her where her nipples showed. I was not going to force myself on her. I had no need to, but I was interested in getting into her panties.

"Go on, Peggy, open up my pants. Get in there and pull out my cock. At least look at what Tim is getting. See what makes him happy, what gets him moaning. You heard how much he enjoys it."

Slowly her hands went to my button and zipper. She opened my pants and her hand went inside. She actually giggled a little as she did it, as if she were a schoolgirl again.

"I can't believe we're doing this. I'm supposed to be angry at you."

"You were angry, you felt I was hurting Tim and by doing that hurting you, Peg. I'm not going to hurt you or Tim. Now let's see what you've found in there."

Peggy pushed my jeans off my hips and then pulled down my boxers. The look on her face was priceless.

"Oh god! You're quite big."

"I'm not hard yet Peggy. Wait until you get me hard, then you can gasp."

I spun her around and undid her bra. She raised her hands to cover herself. When I turned her around I placed my hand on her chin and turned her face up to mine and I kissed her. I parted her lips with my tongue and she let me kiss her. Her hands fell away from her breasts and to my cock. She took it in one hand and pulled on it gently.

As I hardened in her hands, I continued kissing her. She started kissing back slowly. Eventually she let me kiss, lick, nibble at her with no problem. It was a few minutes, but she was now flowing. I was hard and my cock was rubbing her abdomen trapped between us. Her hands were around my back and I was clenching her ass. I broke the kiss finally and stepped back from her.

"Let me get out of these pants, Peggy."

"You're HUGE," she said. "I know I've never seen a penis that big."

"Say cock, Peggy. Call it my cock. "

"Your cock is so big."

I stepped out of my pants and then went back to Peg. I unhooked her skirt and helped her out of it. I reached out and pulled her panties down. I reached out to see how wet she was, to see if she was ready for my cock. A bit dry, it seemed I would need to do a little more prep on this pussy. I knelt in front of her and stuck my face into her bush.

"Oh god," she gasped. "

Maybe Bob liked a hairy bush, I thought. Never could tell about a person's preferences. If this were my pussy I'd train her to keep it shaved. I got my tongue inside her and started eating like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to fuck and she needed to be ready for me. I didn't think size would be an issue, her pussy was of a good open size. Then it dawned on me, she had squeezed Timmy out of her cunt. Later I'd have him suck me off and let him get a taste of his mom's cunt again. That thought made me chuckle.

I wasn't rough on Peg, but I didn't just gently lap at her either. I fully ran my tongue around her pussy and over her clit. I spent a good long time paying attention to that little dick-like looking nub. I was good at this and I knew it from my years of pleasuring women. Peg slowly began to relax and I could hear her begin whimpering. She was leaning back against the kitchen counter and holding as I made out with her pussy.

"Ohhhhh, yessssss. Yes."

I continued my work on her. I wanted to get inside her and show her what I could do for her. I began to know her pussy with my tongue. It usually didn't take long. A strong lick here, a twisting of the tongue there, and a whimper emerged. You learned quickly what to focus on because you never knew if you'd be back to the same pussy. And I never wanted to leave a girl hanging for that big O. It was always a challenge I enjoyed. Unlike with a fag, I enjoyed the challenge of finding the right buttons to push, the right places to tweek. Before you know it, a woman is a whimpering mess and will do whatever you want later just knowing you took her someplace she wasn't used to going regularly.

"oh, oh, oh, oh Ian , no , oh, oh god. I'm I'm oh no," Peg was building up to a good orgasm, and I had found the right buttons to work on. "Aaaahhhhhhhhh, oooohhhhhh," her body twitched and her knees were shaking. I began to think she might collapse so, I stood up and left my hand on her pussy, gently massaging her clit as she worked her way through it. She was gasping and holding on to me.

"That's it Peg, enjoy it. We're just starting."

I took ahold of the base of my cock and pointed it toward her cunt. I spread her lips and began to open her up with the head of my dick. She was wet now and my dick should have no problem sliding in now.

"What about a condom," she managed to gasp out.

"Are you worried about getting pregnant Peggy?" I asked.

"Nno, no. That won't happen," she assured me. "But what about other stuff?"

"Your son is healthy, Peg. He has nothing, I have nothing. It's going to be fine. I slid a couple inches inside her.

"Oh god, oh god. You're going to do it. Yes, yes, please."

"Please what, Peggy? You don't mind if I call you Peggy, do you?"

"Please, please, oh yeah please fuck me," as another inch spread her open.

"Timmy can take my whole cock, Peggy. Do you think you can do that too?"

I wanted to hear filthy things from Peg. I wanted to hear her talk about Timmy getting fucked and then talk about me fucking her. I want to have her think about my cock the rest of her life. She might never want it again, but I wanted her to think about it a good long time. I wanted Peggy to open up and enjoy sex. Okay, I also wanted to fuck her so I could tell Tim later I had fucked his Mom.

"It's so big. How can he take it all?"

"His ass is just like a pussy, Peggy. He just opened up that first time and took it all in. Just like you will now."

"Oh, god, yes, his ass must be wide open."

I slid more of my dick in and pulled back a bit. I was going to have her begging soon.

"This is the same dick that made Timmy moan last night Peggy. I'm a man, Peggy, I fuck pussy. Timmy has a pussy, just like yours. Let me hear you moan about it now. Come on Peggy, let me in."

She moaned like I wanted her to do. She was squirming in my arms. It was tough to not just shove it all in at once, but I needed to go slow. Slow and steady was the way to start with a girl. Build slowly, let her adjust, let her beg for my pole.

"Oh god, you really are big."

"You want it Peggy. You want to know what it feels like. Think about how hot this is. Think about you being able to get the same treatment your son got last night." A little more cock went in and she moaned again. "I'm going to get inside all the way Peggy. I'll let you see me standing right up against you. I want to grind up against your hips and kiss you Peggy."

She moaned as I slowly worked inside her, slowly pulled back and moved forward, until after a few minutes I was inside, all the way, and Peggy was impaled, just like her boy Timmy had been last night. I touched her face and tipped it down so she could see and understand that she had all of it inside her. Then I tipped her face up to mine and I bent over a bit and kissed her on the lips again. She went crazy, chewing on my lower lip, lapping at my tongue, and began grinding against me.

"Oh god, I'm so full. I can't believe you fuck Tim with this. Oooohhhhhh, yesss."

I picked Peggy up then and put her on the kitchen counter. It was at just the right height. She could rest on that ample ass and her cunt was exposed to me for viewing my cock splitting her open. More open than anything since Timmy leaving her was my guess. I smiled big.

"Look at that Peggy. I think you're enjoying this."

I started moving in and out. I never took more than three or four inches out at a time and just pushed them back in. She started moaning almost constantly. I had found that one spot inside her and I made sure I was massaging that spot. Her moaning increased and even better, I could feel her getting wetter.

"Ohhhhhh, OHHHHHHHH, Yaassssssss"

"Peggy, I think I know where Timmy got his voice now." I laughed at the thought. She was a moaner just like Timmy.

"Shut up," Peggy managed to tell me between moaning and grunting. "This is different."

"Yes, because it's you enjoying it. I knew you'd enjoy it. You just need to let go sometimes Peggy. Don't let your worries interfere with enjoying life, or cock," I added.

"Fuck me," was her only response.

I picked her up again and carried her out of the kitchen, my cock still buried inside her. She swung her arms around my neck to hold on.

"Oh, Oh, my god, you're so strong."

"Shut up, Peggy. Just moan and grind on my cock," giving her a taste of her own thoughts.

I took her into the family room area and stood in front of the sofa. I was going to bounce the bitch on my cock for a while but wasn't sure how long I could do it. She was bigger than the usual girls I did that with at school. I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up. Then let her fall naturally until she banged up against my crotch. She let out a big groan. I did it again. I didn't pause this time. Just continued to pick her up off my cock and then let her fall naturally back onto it.

"Ohhhh, oh god, nooooo, ohhhhh gggggoddd, ohhhhhh, sooooo gooooood."

We got going to a good speed. I knew I could only do this for a short time. Picking any human up and supporting them like this took a lot of energy. Peg was really enjoing this. She was doing her best to bounce on my pole while I helped, lifting her and letting her fall back on it, but after a couple minutes I'd had enough. I moved close to the sofa and slowly bent to set her down on the sofa. My dick fell out of her while we changed positions.

"Oh, god, please put it back. Please keep fucking me."

"Tell me how much you want it Peg. Tell me you like sex, that you need a good fuck."

She was on her back and I stood above her running my cock along her slit but not pushing in to her fully. She moaned and tried to wriggle her way onto my dick. I picked it up and smacked it on the slit. I rubbed it along her clit, which just caused her to moan louder.

"Yes, do it. Please."

"Please what, Peggy. Tell me what you're beginning to realize and what I want to hear."

"I want a good fuck! Okay? I want your dick inside me. Fuck me, please! Just fuck me like you do Tim."

"Nice. That's a good girl, Peggy."

I pushed the head inside her and she let out a long `yeesssssssss' as I slid into her fully. She immediately reached down and tried to play with her clit.

"Ah, ah, ah," I told her. "No touching. You'll get your pleasure without even having to touch that button."

I took her hands and held them to her sides as I began a good dicking. I hovered over her pressing into her body. Long strokes, leaning forward, running my cock as close to that clit as possible while pushing that spot inside I had found. Part of the enjoyment of sex with women was getting them off, at least a couple times before I got myself off. With fags, it was different. That was about my pleasure. Knowing I could get Peg off was fun. Within a minute or so she was writhing around moaning.

"You know Peggy, I bet Bob can do this too, if you let him. You CAN enjoy sex, it IS more than a duty."

"So goodÉlove itÉjust fuck me," she moaned.

"Mother like son," I said. "Timmy loves it too. He cums all the time just like this, me holding him down, fucking his pussy, not touching his clit."

"Noooo, stop saying that stuff."

"He's just a muscle girl at heart, Peggy. He loves dick. So do you."

"oohhhhhhh, gggoddddddd,"

"Yeah, dick is his god."

"Fuck me, fuck me, fffFFFFFFUUUUUUCCK, MEEEEEE" she wailed as she came again.

Her pussy muscles were actually in pretty good shape. I could feel her squeezing on my dick and heating up. She shook her shoulders involuntarily and arched her back. I just held my dick in one spot and let her writhe around on it for a bit as she peaked and then calmed down. Slowly I started in fucking her properly.

"You are pretty hot, Peggy. I like the way you grind on my cock. You need to do this more with Bob, let him know you appreciate a good dicking. In fact you should tell him in those words just like you have told me."

She blushed a bit but didn't say anything. I picked up a nice comfortable speed and fucked some for me. I fucked her long and hard, slow and sweet, and in between. I flipped her over and fucked her doggy style. I pushed her hips up in the air and stood over her fucking her until she cried out enough. She continued to moan and only complained if she got uncomfortable with me stretching her legs out or twisting her up in some position only a gymnast should try. She got close to another orgasm, but I changed speeds on her and denied it to her. A man gives pleasure and he takes it away. I still had ahold of her wrists so she only humped a little harder and tried to get the itch scratched to where she would cum again.

"Peggy, I think you need to beg for me to cum inside you," I finally stated to her. I could tell she was flagging, but I figured I'd coax out another orgasm for her and one for me. "Why don't you ask me nicely for that?"

"Yes, yes, ohhhhh, oh god, please cum inside me." Her hands clenched into fists and she squeezed my dick with her muscles. "Give it to me, I want it."

"Seems like you're enjoying this sex, Peggy. Tell me how much you loved it."

We were back to me on top, missionary style. I had Peggy's arms pinned to her side. Her legs were up on the sofa, and I was long dicking her at a good speed. She was bouncing around on the sofa, her tits jiggling around, trying to hump back on my cock to get the most out of this experience.

"Tell me, Peggy. I want to know you liked this."

"Yes, yes, I loved it, okay?"

"And you're going to do what with Bob when he gets back in a bit?"

"What?"

"Come on, Peggy. You're going to fuck Bob when he gets back aren't you? You want to get as much sex now as possible, don't you?"

She blushed. She hesitated a bit and looked away from me. I let one of her wrists go and I moved my hand up to her face. I held her head firmly in place and forced her to look at me. I took a very serious look at her and gave her my irritated look. A look that I knew said don't mess with me.

"Timmy is a fag, Peggy. He loves a man's cock. You love a man's cock. Now say it to me. I want to make sure you understand Timmy is going to get more of my dick and you had better be getting yourself more dick real soon too. You and Timmy can both be happy. He knows now that sex is good, you need to get that into your head that its good for you too."

"Yes, yes, please fuck me."

I smacked her lightly.

"I want cock," she said louder. "I want Bob's dick too. I want to enjoy this more."

"That's a start, Peggy. Are you going to stop attacking Timmy and me for enjoying ourselves?"

"Yes, I promise. I'll leave Timmy and you alone. I just want to be fucked."

"Such language, Peggy. That's better. I'm sure Bob will enjoy hearing you tell him that, too."

"He isn't as big as you," she mumbled.

"Size is nice, but I bet Bob has found your spots before, hasn't he?"

She squirmed as I purposefully massaged that place deep inside her where I had discovered she could barely stand to be touched. She rolled her head and arched her back a bit.

"Ooohhhhhhh, damn. Just a little more," she moaned.

"Answer me, Peggy, and I might let you cum again."

"Yeessssss, he found it before. IÉI didn't encourage it."

"But now, you will, won't you Peggy. In the hope that you might actually be able to tell him, where it's at."

"Yeeeeessssssss, yes, I'll, I'll do it."

I massaged her G spot with the head of my dick then slammed home. Repeating this a few times brought her to a clenched, tight, aching to be released place. Her back wasn't even on the sofa, but raised off it by several inches. Her hands were balled into fists, her vag was tightening around my cock.

"And you are going to tell Timmy that you understand why he loves dick so much, and you are good with his dick loving ways," I informed her.

"Oohhhhhh, noooo, no I can't, oohhh goddddddd, it's so good, soooo close."

I slapped her a little harder on the cheek.

"Yessssss, yes, I'll tell him I was wrong. Sex is good."

"That's a start, Peggy. Maybe if you are good, I'll be able to give you some of this big fat cock again someday."

That got a huge moan and a large lift off the sofa. Her back arched high and her cunt tightened down and she let loose with a long guttural moan.

"You bastard! Oh my fucking goddddddddd," she moaned. I could feel her cunt get sloppy wet as I continued teasing and hammering away. There was all manner of queefing noises coming from her now. "Let meeeeeee, cuuummmmmmmmm," she wailed and managed to get a hand loose and grab ahold of my ass to pull me in deep.

I started fucking hard and fast. I wanted to empty deep in her cunt so she'd be feeling it leak out for awhile.

"Ready, Peggy? Here it cummmms!"

I arched my own back and plowed home. Grunting and shoving, trying to bury it in her as far as possible. I gave her some of the best of Ian McNeil. Then I collapsed on top of her. When I managed to disengage, and pull my only slightly less hard cock out of her cunt she sighed.

"You have a few things to take care of Peggy," I told her. "You make sure Bob gets some of your pussy as soon as possible after they get back. Then you let up on Timmy and tell him you love him."

"Yes, Ian, I'll do that," she mumbled sprawled on the sofa. Her hair was a mess and her pussy leaked onto the fabric.