Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2016 22:46:51 -0400
From: Julietv666 <Julietv666@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mother Bent Me 1

Mother Bent Me Part 1

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I was bent over the arm of the couch getting my pussy plowed hard from
behind while my head was held down on a huge cock that was thrusting deep
into my throat.  I could do very little besides make high pitched moans in
the back of my throat when my step fathers cock withdrew far enough for me
to breath.  His hands were tangled in my long hair.  My brothers strong
hands were clamped down on my tiny corseted waist so that I couldn't move
any inch as his overly horny teenage cock stretched my still tight hole to
the max.  It's still nice and tight because mother makes me do keggels
every day to keep it that way.  Both my step father and my brother like the
way it feels as it spasms and clamps down on their cocks as my little
clitty, as mother has taught me to refer to it, squirts out its weak sissy
cum.  Occasionally, my brother would drive his cock deep enough inside me
to lift my lower half off of the floor, and my legs would wrap back around
his to hold me steady.  I liked the feel of my silk stockings was they slid
against his manly legs.  There was usually nothing I could do with my hands
to hold myself up since they were tied behind my back.  My head would be
driven deeper onto my step fathers cock which was dripping with my saliva.
He would thrust up at the same time and bury it deep in my throat.
Eventually, my brother would release me, and I would have to drop my feet
to the floor and try to hold steady in my high heels.  The sound of them
echoed throughout the room with each thrust of my brothers cock.  I hoped
that my mother wouldn't be concerned if they marked the hardwood floors.
She was seated a few feet away with her skirt up around her waste and her
hand furiously rubbing her clit.

I haven't always been a sissy fagot.  Mother made me this way to help her
satisfy my older brother and her new husband.  It seems that their sex
drives are in overdrive and my mother has me take care of them.  Somehow,
along the way she has taken a liking to using me to satisfy her sexual
needs too, but not in the way that a real son would.

You see, mother gave birth to me while she was in her late 20's.  I was
unexpected as they though that she wouldn't be able to have any more
children after the difficult childbirth of my brother when she was 17.  It
was a shotgun wedding, but my father married her and they raised my
brother.  Not long after I came along, he disappeared from the picture.  I
don't know the details.  Mother refuses to talk about him, and so does my
brother.  Now, my mother is in her late 30's, my brother is 18, and I am
10.

Growing up was difficult since mother barely made enough money to keep a
roof over our heads and food on the table.  I couldn't really wear my
brother's hand-me-downs as he was much older and bigger than I.  That meant
that I got my mother's second hand clothes to wear except when I was in
school.  I had regular boy clothes that I was only allowed to wear at
school and had to change out of them as soon as I got home.  Luckily,
mother was petite, and with a little needlework, she was able to make some
of her old clothes fit me.  I grew up feeling the swish of her skirts
against my hairless boy legs and the feel of her blouses against my skin.
It felt totally natural growing up like this although I knew that this was
something that I had to keep secret from anyone outside the house.

She also gave me a pair of her old sneakers to wear so I would not wear out
my boy shoes.  I had to stuff rags in the toe area to take up the extra
room.  They felt weird on my feet.  One day after school, I had the place
all to myself since mother was working and my brother was at football
practice.  I decided to see if any of her other shoes would fit me.  She
had several pairs of heels and various shoes in her closet.  For some
reason, I was drawn to the high heels.  The first time I put them on, I was
amazed to find that they fit me much better than her old sneakers.  They
seemed to envelop my feet and the feeling of them pressing against the
arches sent thrills through my stiff little penis.  They first time I tried
to walk in them, I fell right away.  But since they fit well and gave me
such a rush to wear, I was determined to learn to walk in them.  It took me
lots and lots of practice, holding on to things to be able to sort of walk
normally, but finally, I was able to make it across the room.  All too
soon, I had to take them off and wear the old sneakers before my brother
and mother got home.  It became my daily ritual to change into her old
clothes and put on her high heels and practice walking.  After a couple of
weeks, I was very comfortable wearing them all over place.  Up and down the
stairs, on the porch where no one could see me.

One day I was out on the porch sweeping, and I didn't hear my brother come
in.  Football practice was canceled due to rain.  He caught me mincing into
the kitchen in my mothers highest heels.  I think they were about 5".

"What the hell are you wearing on your feet you little fagot?"  He barked
out.

"Um, nothing . . . mom said I should wear them . . . so my other shoe don't
wear out."  It was a stupid lie and we both knew it.  He just stood there
leering at me in one of her old skirts that was fairly tight on me, and a
navy blue satin blouse.

"You're full of shit!  We both know that mom would never let you wear them.
You're just a fairy who gets off on her clothes.  Hahaha!"

I turned several colors.  "Please don't tell mom, Please Mikey, please."
My brother stood several inches taller than me.  Even as a junior in high
school, he was bigger than the rest of the boys on the football team.
After looking me up and down for several seconds that felt like hours, he
said.  "I won't tell mom, but you're going to have to do my laundry from
now on.  Get it?"  He knew he totally had me.

"Yes Mike, no problem."  I felt relief flow through me.  I knew that mother
would be mad if she knew I was wearing her highest heels.  Mike smirked at
me and went up to his room.  I shakily finished what I was doing and
changed me shoes before mother got home.

That night, I was asleep and I felt movement on the bed.  It was my
brother.

"You know, I've been thinking about it Chrissy, I think we are going to
change our deal a bit.  From now on, you do what I tell you, and I won't
tell mom that her youngest son is a sissy fag who steals her shoes."  I had
been sleeping in one of my mothers old nighties since she didn't want to
spend the money on real boy pajamas for me.  I was about halfway down the
bed on my side facing him.  Mike sat down at the head of the bed and swung
his legs up.  Even though the lights were out, there was enough
illumination from the full moon coming in the windows to see that he wasn't
wearing any clothes.  I opened my eyes wider to see that his cock was
sticking up between his legs.

"It's only fair that if I am going to keep your secret from mom, that you
should show your gratitude.  After all, mom would be really pissed, might
even disown you."  He turned is body so that his cock was almost in my
face.  I could feel the heat coming off of it.  My heart was racing a mile
a minute.

He started stroking it with one hand while his other hand went behind my
head.  "Besides, if there is one thing that sissy fags like you are good
for . . ."  I could see a large drop of clear liquid collecting on the head
of his cock and start to drip down his shaft.  He smelled different than I
could have imagined.  Not that I wasn't used to living with him and dealing
with him when he got home all sweaty from football practice, but this was
different.  There was the smell of the essence of him coming from his cock.
I liked it.  Mike's hand on the back of my head applied slow and steady
pressure, letting me know that I wasn't going anywhere.  He stuck out his
cock and touched my lips with it.  He painted my lips with the clear
liquid, and I was forced to stick out my tongue and lick it off.  I think I
was hooked right there.  It tasted strong and manly.  The heat from his
cock seemed to sere my lips as I parted them slightly.  That was all he
needed, and he stuck the tip of his cock there and stroked it some more.
More of the wonderful taste filled my mouth.

I think me must have heard me involuntarily groan.  "You like that Chrissy?
You like my cock?  I hope so . . . you and my cock are going to be best
friends forever soon."  He stroked and stroked.  I could see his shaft as
he stroked.  I couldn't tell how big he was, but I later found out just how
well endowed he really was.  It looked like it was almost as thick as my
wrist and really long.  He started applying pressure to the back of my head
again.

"Watch your fuckin teeth sissy.  Wrap your lips around then.  I don't want
to feel the slightest nick, or I'll tell mom about you prancing around like
a princess in her fuck-me-pumps."  I had no idea what he meant, but I
covered my teeth with my lips as he pushed more of his cock into my mouth.
I had to really open wide just to get the head in.  He had a big mushroom
shaped cockhead, and my lips closed behind it.  It almost felt like a plug.
He stroked and stroked.  He had me use my tongue all over his head as well
as suck as much as I could.  I could hear myself moaning and moaning from
deep inside of me.

"Ah, fuck yeah.  This is what I need sissy.  From now on, you are going to
be eating my cock whenever I want.  Fuck that feels good.  Ahhh."  He
started stroking faster and faster.  In my naiveté, I had no idea
what to expect.  I just thought that he was stop sooner or later and leave.
"Take it sissy, swallow it all.  Don't spill a drop" I felt his cock grow
hard has steel and tasted his cum as he filled my mouth.  I had no choice
but to swallow.  Shot after shot filled my mouth, and I kept swallowing
everything.  I was amazed at the taste, it was not like the clear liquid
from before.  This was something salty and stronger.  It tasted good in a
way.  Mike kept stroking but he shot less.  Slowly, he sort of collapsed on
the bed beside me, with my lips still wrapped around the head of his cock,
but he was no longer forcing me.  I was actually sucking and licking it on
my own.  I felt him stroke my hair as he caught his breath.

"Fuck wow, Chrissy, that was great."  He lightly thrust his hips at me
making me take more if his softening cock.  I liked being able to take more
of his cock into my mouth now that it was getting softer.  It made me feel
kinda of dirty but electrified at the same time.  Mike pulled his cock from
my mouth with a plop and rolled back against the headboard.  He stroked my
head with made me feel good.

"Was that good Mike, you're not going to tell mom about her heels now are
you?"  I snuggled closer to him.

"Not as long as you keep doing what I tell you Chrissy.  You're gonna be my
A number one cum dump from now on."  Mike got up and went back to his room.
He left me there drifting off to sleep with the taste of him deep inside of
me.

True to his word, Mike made me his cum dump.  He visited me again the next
night and started telling me how to suck him.  This went on almost every
night, and often in the morning before we left for school.  Often he liked
to lay back across my bed with me on my knees on the floor worshiping his
cock and licking his balls.  I loved when he came home all sweaty from
football practice and made me suck him off in his room before he took a
shower.  I would be wearing mothers high heels and one of her tight
hand-me-down skirts and blouses.  Sometimes, me had me shower with him.  He
usually pushed me to on my knees and forced my head against the wall making
me gag on his cock.  "Sooner or later Chrissy, you're going to have to
swallow my whole cock or I'm telling mom that you have been wearing her
high heels every day."  I had no idea how I was going to be able to do
that.  Mike had me start practicing with bananas that he brought home from
school lunch.  It took a long time to be able to get past my gag reflex
with the banana, but finally, I started making progress.

Mike started coming into my room after mother fell asleep and fucking my
mouth.  He often fell asleep afterwards, and woke me up in the morning by
forcing my head down on his cock again.  I didn't mind at all, and as soon
as I was awake, I did my best to please him.  He started to like to shoot
all over my face sometimes, and making me wipe it off and lick it up.
Sometimes he would get messy, and get it all over my hair and nighty.
Sometimes I would feel myself being pulled and pushed in my bed until my
head was hanging over the edge with me on my back.  He would rub his cock
all over my face while I licked his balls.  I don't know who loved it more,
he or I.  One time he got particularly carried away in this position, and
when he thrust his cock deep, I swallowed just at the right time.  His cock
sunk into my throat all the way up to his balls.

"Ahhhhh, that's what I have been waiting for Chrissy.  You finally did it."
He groaned and forced it in even further if that was possible.  I started
to panic a little from the lack of air, and he grabbed my tiny wrists and
pinned them to the bed.  "Don't worry sissy, I won't strangle you.  You
just need to relax and let me fuck your throat pussy."  He pulled his cock
all the way out and smiled down at me.

"Was that good Mike, was that what you wanted?"  I said horsely.  In reply,
he stuck his cock back in my mouth and pushed it all the way into my throat
again.  I could feel my throat expand to accommodate his girth.  I don't
know how I did it, but it made me proud to have taken his wonderful cock
all the way.  I started to struggle again, but finally, I gave in and
submitted to his stronger will.  He stroked deep several times, and pulled
out to let me catch my breath while he worked his cock all over my face
which was covered in slime.  Eventually, I felt him tense up and moan from
above me as he thrust harder while his cock throbbed and pumped his cum
straight down my throat.  It wasn't as good for me since I couldn't taste
it, but Mike seemed to cum harder than ever before.  He finally pulled out
and collapsed on the bed exhausted.  I had to quickly sneak off to the
bathroom to wipe the spit and slime from my face.  When I got back into
bed, he pulled me to him and nuzzled my neck.  I could feel his still
twitching cock press between my ass cheeks.

"I can't want to fuck you Chrissy, it's gonna be great."  he mumbled as me
drifted off to sleep.

End of Part 1