Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2005 20:46:11 +0100 (BST)
From: Christine Lauder <countrygirlberks@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Mum and Mum 2

This is the story of a boy growing up in a Lesbian family. He is now 18
years old and has told this to me and asked me to re-write his words so
that he can tell others about how wonderful it was to grow up in this
lifestyle.

Chapter 2

From the time I was born until I was weaned I slept alone in a beautiful
little bassinette at the side of my `parent's' bed. I don't really remember
any of this time but I know all about it from the way things happened
later.

Once I could control my cock and ass, so as not to piss or shit at abandon,
I was allowed to sleep with my two loving lesbian parents. I often
witnessed all manner of sexual activities between them, but in reality
thought this was normal behaviour. We all slept naked and my cock was often
sucked by either person, especially when I was upset or not feeling well.
The feelings that sucking on my little cock produced in my body were
tremendous and I was made to appreciate what my body was all about.

I also soon found out about dildo and double dildos and watched with
interest as these mighty false cocks were placed in all manner of holes
with my loving parents. Soon I was given my own smaller one to ram up my
ass. Naturally I was given instructions and shown how to use lube and I was
often told to lay on my back and lift my little legs up so one of my
parents could shove the pink tube into me. I loved it I must admit and it
never ever occurred to me that there was anything wrong with this action.

When I was about two years old often I was taken on walks with `mum and
dad' in a stroller. In warmer weather I would be dressed in a little skirt,
just like a girl, but without panties so my cock often came into view. In
cooler times I was well rugged up with a beanie on my head. This allowed my
long flowing auburn curls to hang out underneath. There are many photos of
me in these outfits and I really loved going on outings.

I can remember when I was about 3 we went to a big secondhand book sale put
on by one of the religious churches, and I really enjoyed myself. It was
the first time I can remember watching people's faces as they looked at my
`mum and dad' and me. The sight of `mum' with her leather studded and
spiked collar, leather tit halter, and leather leggings, and my `dad' with
his almost totally exposed tits and lacy upper bodice and leather leggings
was certainly going to blow the minds of people attending. Some of the
older people, especially women, showed shock and horror, but I remember
several older men smiling at me and I thought then that men were much nicer
then women.

In summer I never wore clothing and with the leather strap stretching my
balls down I enjoyed the banging of my balls against my legs and groin
area. I was soon introduced to other boys around my age and we played
together lots, all of us naked. I often rubbed one of the other boys'
cocks, and almost always would select the one I liked most and suck his
cock. I loved having a stiff little boy cock in my mouth. Mostly the boys
enjoyed it too, but I was scolded once, that I remember, by a father whose
son told him about me sucking him. I thought then he was a shit, so I never
played with that boy ever again until he was 13 when I fucked him as other
boys held him down. We all told him that if he told his father we would cut
his balls off. About 8 months later at a camp out he begged me to fuck him
again, so I did, and he loved my cock inside him. I know that he now craves
for cock and is a regular in the gay scene in our town, but now he charges
by the inch to be fucked. He is around a year older than me and a real
feminine sweetie. His cock isn't real big. He didn't get it sucked enough
when he was younger.

Not only did I love sucking older guys cocks and drinking all their cum,
but I also enjoyed having my cock sucked. Both my family sucked me lots and
at gay events I often, from the time I was about four, would offer my cock
to be sucked by anyone. My offers were always taken up.

My stay at home `mum' was a great mother and housewife. She could cook and
was absolutely fastidious about cleanliness in our house. She was a very
good planner and would set out a menu for the week and carefully bought all
the food necessary. We mostly shopped at farmers markets on a Saturday, and
then sometimes when they opened on a Sunday. She also grew lots of
interesting vegetables and herbs and spices.

Our food was of far superior quality and there was no rubbish. It was all
organic and really healthy. I cannot really remember any of us being sick,
other than when I got the measles after we had been on holiday with another
gay group and one of their kids had the disease.

On reflection I cannot ever remember any of us having colds or flu, or the
usual sicknesses I now know about.

When I was about three my parents purchased a small farm about two hours
drive from the house we had in the city. By now `dad' had a small car. It
was dreadful little Japanese Toyota and it rattled and bumped and was
fucking yuk. They decided that we should move out to the farm as it would
be a better place for me to grow up, Dad agreed it was worth the time to
drive to work, but I know that they were looking to change her job to
somewhere closer.

Soon several other gay families purchased small holdings near us and we
found it was a far better lifestyle. My stay at home mother built up a
wonderful vegetable garden and I helped and developed a great appreciation
of growing plants and nature. We did most of our gardening naked so I soon
had a nice all over tan, as did my mum. It was great to see her huge tits
flopping around as she was allowed to remove the halter and neck collar
when outside.

We also started with some hens and it was my job to search around for the
free range eggs. One thing we didn't have then was a dog or cat, but that
changed when I was about 15.

We grew so much great food that we soon were going to the farmers market on
a Saturday to sell the excess. By now I was five and all I would wear in
summer was a very small pair of low cut shorts and sandals that we made
ourselves.

At these markets I met lots of other boys and my appreciation of boys
increased. I was also aware of the approving looks from some of the older
men, and in particular one very nice looking older guy who always bought
his vegetables from our stall. One day I followed him to his car with a
small box of stuff he wasn't able to carry. He tousled my long hair and
told me I was a very beautiful and sweet boy. I smiled at him and he bent
down and kissed me. I tongue kissed him back and he hugged me closely to
him. I felt his cock start to get hard so I let my hand grab it and he
hugged me more. His hand then went to my little stiff cock and soon my
shorts were around my ankles and he was staring at my 2plus inches of stiff
five year old cock and leather strapped low hanging balls. His mouth
slipped over my cock and I started to face fuck him as I did with my mum or
dad and then he reached down and opened his baggy old pants and dragged out
his big cock. I put my hand on it and felt the large glob of slippery
pre-cum and rubbed it all over his knob. I then asked him if he wanted me
to suck it and instantly my little mouth was lapping around his big cock
knob and my tongue was playing fiddle under his ridge. He puffed and
gurgled as his cum shot into my mouth and being experienced at swallowing
cum, I drank it all down. He then collapsed onto the ground, his cock
softening quickly.

I pulled up my pants, my cock still stiff and then licked my lips. I said
goodbye, kissed him on his lips, and said that I would be pleased to see
him next Saturday.

He became a regular and always gave us far more money that was the
bill. But I always had to carry a small box to his truck and we would go
through the sucking routine, with me ending up with a tummy full of nice
older man cum.

Over the years I enjoyed his company and he told me where he lived so I
often, from the time I was ten and had a bicycle, would ride over to visit
him. He lived with his very sickly wife and soon I had Rhonda paying her
visits and soon she was almost cured. Rhonda was very good with natural
remedies. The old man loved me to suck him and he was thrilled one day when
I let him suck me and I spurted my first real cum into his mouth. I lied as
I told him I had never cum before so he felt he was the first recipient of
my boy cum. I was 12 at that time, but had really been producing cum for
almost 10 months before.

He loved to play with my balls and sometimes his finger would trace down my
ass crack and rub over my hole but he never once enquired about fucking me
or me fucking him. He is still around and I pay him a visit occasionally
when I can con one of my car owning mates, to drive me out to his place.

As I was growing up I was learning from some of the older men about
carpentry and making things with both wood and steel. This style of
education was wonderful and it often ended in me sucking my instructor off,
or in later years once my ass had lost its cherry, in being fucked with
great feeling.

Just after I celebrated my seventh birthday my `dad' was offered a new job
in a recently built manufacturing plant just a few miles from our farm. She
took the job and we all celebrated with champagne as she was also being
promoted to a senior position in the production section.

That was the first time, and only time, I had ever tasted alcohol, as we
never had any in the house before.

We didn't need it, nor did that singular occasion change my parents'
attitude to drink.

Another thing was that we didn't do drugs at all. Both parents hated
marijuana, and any other form of stimulants and I have high praise for
their attitude and resolve on both those issues. Sex was something
different though.

I continued to sleep with my parents for many years. When I was seven I was
given my own room as we extended the house on the farm, and that included a
year later, my own bathroom with a Jacuzzi hot tub. I wasn't told not to
join my parents, it was just a recognition that I was growing up. Even then
my balls hung down over four inches from my cock and seemed bigger than
other boys I played with at various gay and other gatherings. I would still
cuddle up in bed with mum and dad, and join them in any of their sexual
games. My own bed was a large double bed and I wondered why this was
so. About six months after I obtained my own room, a family came to join us
in the area and they stayed with us for a few days until their furniture
arrived and they could move into their new farm, just a few miles down the
road. They had two boys Ben aged 13 and Gavin who was 11. We all had a
great time in the Jacuzzi and all of us had stiff cocks. Ben was very well
equipped with almost six inches of uncut thick cock. He had a small bush of
pubes as well and his balls were still hairless but big although they
didn't hang like mine. Gavin had over 4 inches of thin uncut cock, no hair
and smaller balls.

 What surprised me was that Gavin allowed Ben to fuck him. We all got out
of the hot tub and lay around on the toweling covered benches to dry. Gavin
lay back and lifted his legs, as I had seen other boys do before a cock
rammed into their ass, and then Ben asked me for some lube. I had some so I
quickly gave him the tube and I watched with great delight as he got his
hard cock slippery and then with a glob of lube on his spasming hole he
pushed easily into his younger brother. He rode him gently for a long time
and I noticed that Gavin's cock was leaking lots of clear pre-cum, so I
moved over and scooped up some finger loads of the sweet liquid.

When they saw me do that Ben raised himself up from fucking his brother and
suggested that I might like to suck Gavin to a climax. I greedily did that
and soon my mouth was awash with a small wet orgasm. This set Ben off and
he then rode Gavin for a few minutes before pulling his big cock out and
spraying his young cum over his brother's tummy and chest. We both dived in
and quickly licked up the cum, much to the delight of both brothers.

We all slept naked for the next two nights and I sucked them both to
climax. Ben wanted to try and fuck me but my `dad' had warned me about
letting boys fuck me too early, so I told him no. I was just eight at that
date, although I must say that since then I have known of young ones, even
younger than that, who have enjoyed a big man or father cock up their ass.

Hope you are enjoying this.
Brat

Author's note: Brat asked me to write this for him. If you have any
comments or similar experiences I would love to hear from you.  Email me at
ronthepen@yahoo.com.au