Date: Fri, 22 Apr 2011 12:32:53 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Bitches Son (gay/adult youth, oral, anal, b/M

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                             Bitches Son
                                 By
                                Wolf

	To tell my story I have to tell you about my mother.  As a child I
didn't understand why I was blamed for my mother's inability to find a
man willing to marry her.  I had to grow up, and undergo a lot of therapy
to come to grips with my mother's problems.

	My mother came from a small town.  The only celebrity I could
compare her to would be Janis Joplin.  She was not an attractive girl.  She
fought weight all her life, and had a face that had been compared to a
bull dog.  Her driving force was to get married to an attractive man.
While she was a high school teenager, she pursued a nice looking guy.
The only way he would date her was because she was willing to put out.
She deliberately did everything she could to get pregnant.  As soon as she
confronted him with the news that she was pregnant, and he had to marry
her, he told her that she was crazy.  The only reason he had gone out with
her was for the sex.  He told her she could do whatever she wanted but
he was not going to marry her.

	She left town rather than be embarrassed by everyone knowing
that she had been rejected.  She kept me because she felt that she would
have someone that would love her unconditionally.  She had to work hard
to support us, but she still had dreams of marriage.

	The problem was still the same, the only reason men world date
her was for the sex.  Whenever she brought up the subject of marriage,
the guys would stop coming around.

	Rather than admit that it was because of her looks, and clinging
ways, she convinced herself it was because men didn't want to a marry
woman with a child.  When guys would abandon her, she started blaming
their rejection of her on me, because, she said, "I had not been nice to
them."  She began to resent me.  She insisted that I had to be nice to her
boyfriends.

	How was I supposed to be nice to men that didn't even want to
talk to me?  I hardly ever saw these men.  I only saw most of them when
they were picking her up to take her to some bar.  I was normally asleep
when they came staggering home.  Sometimes they made enough noise to
wake me up, and I would go back to sleep listening to her bed banging
the wall.  When the inevitable abandonment was coming, I knew I was
going to have to put up with her sullen mood.

	I was about 8-years old when she brought home a bald headed
man.  This guy seemed to like me, and he wanted to hang around the
house a lot.  Mom thought she had found a man that was interested in
marrying her.  She was ecstatic.  She constantly reminded me not to do
anything to upset him.  I felt a little uncomfortable the way this guy was
always hugging and kissing me on the cheek.  I knew better than to
complain about his behaviour.  She would just accuse me of trying to
come between them.

	He wanted to take me places on the pretence of getting to know
me better, and bond with me.  Mom insisted that I go with him.  The first
place we went to was a miniature golf course.  It was creepy the way he
wanted to constantly touch me.  Then one evening when mom was
working, he offered to take me to a movie.  The first time he took me to
see a movie it was one that I wanted to see.  It was an action packed
movie full of car crashes and explosions.  After the movie we got
something to eat at a fast food restaurant.  When he brought me home, he
stayed with me until mom got home.  There was nothing overt about his
behavior.  He just wanted to sit close to me.

	The second time he took me to a movie, it was a little strange
because the theatre was in the seedy part of town.  The title was a play on
a popular movie that was up for an Oscar.  The theatre had a strange
smell, and I noticed that the place only had men in it.  When the lights
went down I found that the movie was about a teenager and an older
man.  There was no actual sex on film but a lot of nudity and implied sex.
While we were watching the movie he placed his hand on my thigh.  I got
a boner as soon as he started squeezing the inside of my thigh.  I was
fascinated by anything sexual.  I was watching the movie, hoping to see
them actually having sex.  When my cock got hard he slid his hand over
it, and gently squeezed it.  I couldn't believe how good it felt.  I was
nervous that someone would see what he was doing.  When I looked
around I could not actually see anything.  I noticed their right shoulders
moving a lot.  I heard some soft moaning going on.  Then I saw a head
come up next to another man.  It didn't take much imagination to figure
out what the man had been doing.  There was one guy sitting in the same
row as us.  I could make out from the reflected light from the screen, that
the guy had his cock out of his pants, and was jacking off furiously.  I
found it exciting watching him jack off, until he squirted cum onto the
floor.  I figured the sticky floor was not all spilt coke.  I also figured out
that the smell was male cum.

	My mother's boyfriend placed my hand on the front of his pants.
I squeezed his cock.  My mouth was dry.  I felt along the bulge until I
could tell just how long his cock was.  It was lying along the crease of his
leg and body.  I did find it strange that it felt like the only thing between
my hand and his cock was the thin material of his slacks.  When he
unzipped his pants and put my hand inside of his pants I felt the soft
flesh of his cock, and the pubic hair it was resting on.  He didn't have any
underwear on.  I squeezed his cock until he actually squirted cum all over
my hand.  It didn't seem to matter that his pants would get wet from his
cum.  They were dark pants.  When the movie was over we made our way
to the parking lot, and he took me home.  He wanted me to sit as close as
possible to the console, so that I could reach over and play with his cock.
I was nervous that someone would see what I was doing.  It did occur to
me that it was too dark outside for anyone to actually see inside of the
car.

	When we were inside the apartment he wanted to continue
playing with me.  My mother would not be home for hours.  He assured
me that there was no need to tell her what we were going to do.

	I knew she wouldn't believe me anyway.  She would just accuse
me of trying to come between her and a good man.  There was no point in
fighting him off.  He could tell her whatever he wanted, and she would
accept his story.  I did put up a little resistance when he started taking off
my pants, but of course, he was stronger than me.  When he pulled my
pants off, I already had a boner.  He pulled my tight little jockey shorts
down in front to expose my little penis and balls.  Then he leaned over
and started sucking on my dick.  I resented his behaviour, but my dick
got harder and it did feel good.  After a little while he wanted me to play
with him some more.

	He sat up and opened his pants again, and he had me jack him off
for awhile.  Eventually he put his hand on the back of my neck and
forced my head down over his lap.  He forced my face against his hard
cock, so I had to open my mouth and take his cock into my mouth.  His
crotch had a strong smell about it.  I resented the way he was forcing me
to satisfy him, but at the same time I was fascinated by the way his cock
throbbed in my mouth.  He did announce that he was about to cum, but
when I tried to lift my head, he held my head down.  When he started
squirting cum into my mouth, I almost choked on it.  When he was
finished, he cleaned up and held me close to him while we watched TV
until mother got home.

	Mother was thrilled, thinking that we were getting along so well.
After I got ready for bed, it was not long before I heard the bedposts
banging against the wall.  She was in a great mood the next day.  I knew
she wouldn't believe me if I tried to tell her what he had done to me.

	The next time he was going to look after me, he took me to his
apartment.  He offered me a drink.  He had mixed coke with whisky.
This time he put a video on his TV that was true porn.  It was an amateur
video of naked boys playing outdoors with each other.  They were at a
beach, where they were playing on the sand and in the water.  Before
long they were playing with each other's little dicks.  Some were cut like
me, and others had foreskin covering their dicks.

	While that was taking place on the screen, he was undressing me.
There was no way I would prevent his actions.  When I was naked he
took out his cock and insisted that I play with it.  He was playing with
mine, while we continued to watch the action on the TV.

	The boys were taking turns kneeling on the beach sand while the
other boys knelt behind them and inserted their little cocks into the
mouths and assholes of the kneeling boys.  I was fascinated by the action
on the screen.  I was actually enjoying the way the man was playing with
my dick too.

	Then there were some adult men joining the boys on the beach.
They were naked too.  The two men were very different in appearance.
One was a tall slender man with a cock that was very long, and the other
guy was a chubby man with a short little fat cock with large balls.  The
boys gathered around them, and played with the men's cocks, before they
sucked them.  I couldn't believe it when the men actually stuck their
cocks into the boy's assholes.  My mother's boyfriend commented,
"Don't you think that is sexy?"

	I had a hard time actually speaking, but I nodded my head.  He
was still jacking me off, then he leaned over and sucked my little cock,
balls and all.  He eventually picked me up, and placed me on his lap.  He
wanted to kiss me while he continued to play with my dick.  He had his
other hand under my butt.  He was stroking my sweaty little asshole with
his finger, until his finger actually entered my ass.  That seemed to even
make my little dick longer.  As least the old bastard asked me if he could
fuck me like the men were doing to the boys in the video.  I was reluctant
because of the size of his cock, but I agreed to try.

	He had me kneel down with my face buried in the cushion on the
sofa.  He got a tube of KY from an end table and greased up my asshole
and his cock.  He spread my butt with his hand, before he tested my
asshole with the knob of his cock.  There was some pain as his cock
entered me for the first time.  When he got the knob in me, the rest went
in rather easily.  He was clinging to my hips, as he thrust and pulled back
and forth.  He was moaning with pleasure as loud as I was moaning from
the discomfort.  When he was ready to cum, he rammed his body hard
against my ass.  He stopped moving abruptly.  I knew he was coming in
me, but I couldn't feel it.  When he was finished he pulled his cock out,
and I reached back to feel my ass.

	My asshole was gaping open, almost as wide as the diameter of his
cock.  It was swollen, and I felt his slippery cum dripping out of my ass.
I had to look at my fingers to be sure that it was cum.  His cum was thick
clumpy, white stuff.  The man wiped his cock off on my butt.  If I had
been drunk, I sure wasn't by the time he finished fucking me.  He hugged
me, kissed me, and stroked me for the rest of the evening before we got
dressed, so that he could return me home.

	He made a practice of having me suck his cock, and fucking my
ass whenever he had enough time to use me.  You know that sooner or
later Mom had to walk in on him using me.  Of course in her eyes, it was
my doing to spoil her relationship with her man.  The man told my mother
that if he didn't get to fuck me he would never see her again.  Mom
wanted the company of a man so bad that she was willing to let him use
me.  She just didn't want to see it.  That way she could delude herself
into believing that he loved her.   He moved in with us, and at night he
would please her. While she was at work, he would lounge around naked,
and insist that I do likewise.  I had to wait on him hand and foot.  I fed
him and while he swilled beer, I was called upon to jack him off, suck his
cock and submit to being ass fucked.  When he was in a mood I had to
accompany him to the home of a friend of his, and he was just as
perverted.  I would have to service both of them.  I would have a mouth
full of cock and cum, while my ass was being filled with cock and cum.

	When I was no longer young enough to appeal to his lust for
young boys, he lost interest in me.  He left my mother and me.  She was
terribly disturbed over his departure, and she blamed me for coming
between them again.  In her anger she drove me from her house.  There
was only one place I could go.  I took what few belongings I had and
went to the home of the man's friend.

	The man understood about my plight, and he readily allowed me
to stay with him.  He did insist that I suck him and allow him to fuck me
at will. It was the only way I could pay rent.  By that time I was
comfortable playing the bitch for men.  Mom's old friend would drop by
once in awhile with a new boy to share with us.



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