Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 12:11:46 +1000
From: Jeff Albertson <albertson194@gmail.com>
Subject: When Mommy Was Away

When mommy was away

a story by plantagenet

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. It is not suitable for minors.
Read at your own risk, in jurisdictions where such material is legal.

When Mommy Was Away

You know how guys kid around at work, right? Lots of bullshit gets spoken,
plenty of lies and half-truths get told, outrageous claims are made, and
some light-hearted fun is had by all. Three of us guys at work had a reglar
running joke going, same as in a lot of workplaces. Ours was, Who can ask
the most ridiculous question, and who can top it by giving the most
spectacular answer.

Just stupid stuff, right? Like, "Which of our female co-workers has the
best rack?", or "How young was the youngest cherry you ever took?" One day
it was "Who would you refuse to fuck, even for a million bucks?" These
questions, and others, always resulted in laugh-out-loud funny answers.
Like, for the youngest cherry, Frank said "Your little sister, when she was
ten" to Bill. Not to be outdone, Bill said the one person he would refuse
to fuck (even for a million) was Frank's mother-in-law.

We all had a great laugh, as much at the questions as the stupid answers,
until one day the game took a dark turn. Bill said, to no-one in
particular, "Who would you most like to get a blowjob from?" Frank said
"Monica Lewinsky", and in a moment of distraction, I said "My 12 year old
son".

Bill and Frank both looked at me, not with disgust becuase this was all
part of our game, namely stupid answers, but with a quizzical look as if to
say "Hmm...how might that actually happen?". Then Bill said "Your wife's
away at her sister's place for a week, right Jim?" I nodded in reply.

"I think I got an idea..." he mused, half-aloud. "Your boy gets home from
school around, what, three thirty?" he asked. I nodded again.

"We can get away from here by three today, right Frank?" The man nodded.
"Okay, here's how it will go down, heh heh..."

When my son arrived home from school that afternoon he was confonted by the
sight of his dad (me) blindfolded, gagged and bound to a kitchen chair in
the living room. He only had time to say "Dad! Wha..!" before he saw the
gun in Bill's hand. It's a funny thing, how guns look bigger in real life
than they do on TV. Next to Bill, on an arm of the couch, was a video
camera, set up and ready to record. Bill took charge. He waved the gun in
my son's general direction.

"Okay, kid, here's the deal. If you run, or scream, or anything else stupid
like use a phone, your dad here gets it. Right?" The ski mask Bill wore
made him look all the more threatening, so my son vigorously nodded his
head in compliance. His skinny body was trembling with fear.

"Okay then. I'm gonna make a little movie today. If you tell anyone what
happens here, this movie gets put onto the Internet for all your school
friends to see. Got it?" Chris (my son) nodded his understanding.

"Right. I only need you to do one thing, and your dad will survive this,
and so will you. The one thing you have to do is Whatever I Say! Got It?"
Chris whimpered as he muttered a feeble "yes sir"

"Exactly as I say - no questions or hesitations. So, get on your knees in
front of your father". My son sank to the floor, then shuffled over to
me. My thighs were apart, so Chris could get right between my spread knees.

"Good. Now, unzip your daddy's pants." I felt Chris fumble at my zip before
grasping the tab and pulling it down carefully.

"Very good. Now pull your daddy's cock through the opening. And don't
forget what I told you about hesitating. This gun goes off real easy" Chris
whimpered as he struggled to pull my stiff cock through the fly of my
boxers and out into the open, but he bravely kept at it and within a few
seconds, I could feel my son's warm breath on my cockhead.

"Okay, kid. Ever sucked on a cock before?" Bill questioned my son.

My kneeling son spun his head around towards Bill in shock. "N-no Sir! I
would never!" he declared. I could hear the indignation in his voice, along
with the fright.

"Well, today's your big day then. Get your mouth on that knob, and don't
take it off until I tell you to." Bill's voice was not one to be argued
with, and Chris did not argue. He was terrified of Bill's gun. The next
thing I felt was sheer delight as my son's lips closed over my rigid
tool. I groaned.

"Hear that noise your daddy's makin', boy?" Bill asked Chris. Without
taking his mouth off my cock, Chris glanced around and gave a small
nod. "That sound tells you you're doin' it right. Now, I don't expect your
daddy's enjoyin' this. He's probably hating every minute of it. Hell, he
probably wants to kill me stone dead right now. But I'm in charge. I'm the
one with the gun. So you just need to make sure your daddy keeps makin'
that noise. Got it?"

Bill didn't wait for an answer as my son started in sucking my cock. I felt
his mouth around my cock and it was sublime. Right at that moment, I didn't
care if Bill did shoot me. My son's lips and mouth were every bit as
magnificent as I had hoped. I only wished I could have run my fingers
through Chris' silky hair, but the ropes wouldn't permit it.

I heard Bill pull a cushion off the sofa and drop it to the floor behind
Chris. Bill's knees creaked as he knelt on the cushion, positioning himself
behind my son. "Keep that mouth on your daddy's cock, boy. Up and down,
that's the way. Use some tongue on that knobhead as well. Don't forget, the
gun's right here behind you". Bill pulled Chris's shirt out of its tuck and
pushed it up his back, running his free hand around my son's back and
sides. I could hear the smooth swooshing sound of his rough hand on Chris's
delicate back.

"Now, you keep sucking your daddy, boy. That's a real good blowjob you're
givin' him. Pity he's not in a position to be appreciatin' it. I'm gonna
amuse myself back here while your pretty mouth is busy. Don't stop, or you
know what's gonna happen." Bill whispered in my son's ear. He reached
around my son's waist and undid his belt, unfastening his short school
trousers at the same time. I heard the zipper descending, then I could feel
Chris jerk his head as Bill lowered my son's pants and undershorts to the
floor, where they gathered around his knees. I felt Chris' body jerk again
as Bill lifted first one small knobby knee and then the other to free his
school clothes from his bare legs. Now my son was naked from the waist
down, except for his shoes and socks, which Bill did not trouble himself
with.

"You got a pretty ass, boy", Bill whispered into my son's ear, frightening
Chris even further. "Just keep on sucking", Bill added as he unzipped his
own jeans. I heard the soft sound of Bill's thick semi-hard cock as it
flopped out onto my son's buttcheeks, making my boy flinch again. Bill
nestled his seven incher in the crack between Chris' cheeks, and let it rub
up and down, simulating the action that he was about to initiate. He
reached around Chris' waist to feel the boy's genitals, and sighed when he
found a stiff little boner.

"Feels like you're enjoyin' suckin' yer daddy, huh boy? Or is it because
you're hopin' for a fuck from me?" Bill continued his whispered assault on
my son's senses. He eased his hips back a little so that the tip of his now
stiff rod rested right at my son's rosebud, then began to work his knob
around so his precum lubricated my son's virgin anus. I could feel Chris
twitch every time Bill's cockhead scored a direct hit on his tight little
asshole.

Without warning, Bill gave my son's immature balls a squeeze, and as the
boy reared back against Bill's grip he plunged his cock into my son's
asshole, getting the whole head inside on the first try. I could feel
Chris' silent screams around my own cock, which was approaching
orgasm. Bill gave a grunt of "oh, yeah!" and began to fuck my son, while
still intermittently squeezing the boy's nutsack. Chris was in a real bind
- his face getting fucked by his daddy's cock, ass getting fucked by a
masked intruder's cock, balls getting mashed. It was all too much for me -
I shot my load into his mouth. Chris coughed with the hot slimy intrusion,
some of my cum shooting out his nose. Bill grunted again, I think he must
have come right then. Bill pulled out, zipped up, and as a parting shot,
said to my son "You're a pretty good fuck, boy. Don't forget, if I hear any
grief from the cops, you know what's gonna happen to this video - worldwide
exposure. You can untie your daddy as soon as I go."

I heard the noise of our front door slamming shut. Chris didn't even take
the time to pull his pants up as he undid my ropes and took off my
blindfold. "Oh, daddy, I'm so sorry, but I had to do it, he...he made me!"
I held my son in my arms and comforted him, patting his bare behind.

"Are you hurt, son? Did he hurt you...back there?" I asked gently.

"Oh, daddy, it doesn't really hurt bad, it kinda feels...hot, you know?" he
whimpered.

"Do you want daddy to check it for you? Before you go and have a bath and
wash that awful man off you?"

Chris gave a little sob. "Yes, daddy", he agreed, twisting around on my lap
to reveal his bare bottom. I pushed his shirt up higher, not that I needed
to, and caressed Chris' lower back and perfect bumcheeks.

"Does that feel better, darling?" I asked him.

Chris pushed his bottom upwards to meet my stroking hand. "Yes, daddy, it's
starting to feel...not so bad now." I separated the two luscious globes of
his bottom and gazed at my son's tight little anus. Some of Bill's cum was
starting to leak out, so I spread it around his pink rosebud with my
fingertip, making Chris twitch. "Sorry, Chris, did it hurt there?" I asked
solicitously.

"No, daddy, not exactly hurt, it's just a bit...tender, like. It
feels...kinda warm when you do that" The boy stretched on my lap like a
contented feline while I carefully poked around his bottom hole. Chris
spoke up again. "He...he also grabbed my...uh, balls, daddy", my son
advised me.

"Did he now? What a bad man! Come on then, roll over and I'll see if he did
any damage to them." I replied, with my most serious voice. Chris rolled in
my lap and presented his crotch to my gaze. I played with his balls for a
few minutes, checking them, while Chris' boner slowly lengthened and
stiffened up.

"He...grabbed me there too, daddy" he whispered.

"Grabbed you where, son?" I asked disingenuously.

"My...my willie, daddy" he replied sheepishly.

"Your penis? He hurt your penis?" I asked in earnest.

"Well, he...he touched it. Maybe you should check it, to...make sure it's
okay?" I didn't need any more encouragement. I tickled his tiny balls with
one hand and made a very close and precise inspection of his now fully
erect three-incher with the other. Chris sighed as I slowly and carefully
jerked him off, still too young to ejaculate, but not too young to feel
good. His hips thrust upwards off my lap as he orgasmed, sighing loudly.

I smiled benignly at my dear son. "All right, Chris, it's a hot bath for
you, then off to bed. Tomorrow we'll decide what to do."

Alarm flashed across my son's face. "Do? What do you mean, daddy? You can't
do anything! That man said he'd put that video on the Net! And he said he
would hurt you! Shoot you with his gun!" my son exclaimed.

"Well, let's talk it over tomorrow. Come on, upstairs and I'll give you a
bath. I'll make sure I clean every bit of that horrible man off you". I
gathered up my son's clothes and put my hand on his naked bottom, gently
pushing him up the stairs towards the bathroom. I felt sure he was leaning
back against my hand. Well, a good thorough washing in a hot bath would
help.

I don't know if any reader has ever washed a squirming, happy twelve year
old in a bathtub before - it's not unlike wrestling a giant slippery eel!
At one point I had received so much splashed-out water that I would have
been drier in the tub with him! I carefully washed every part of my son's
beautiful body, paying attention to all the interesting bits and pieces. I
caressed Chris to a knee-buckling orgasm at the end of his wash as he stood
up in the tub with his hands on my shoulders. I scooped his dripping body
up in my arms and set him down on the bathmat to dry him off. Big fluffy
towels are popular in our house; soon I sent him scampering off dry, naked
and giggling to his bedroom.

I followed him there after hanging up the towel. He was putting on his
sleep-shorts, a soft, cotton figure-hugging garment he picked out himself
at the boyswear section of the department store.

"Daddy", he began, after climbing under the covers. "What are you going to
do about.. you know..."

"About the man who invaded our house? Well, I think we should go to the
police. You wouldn't want him attacking another young boy, would you?" I
cajoled.

"N-no, but...he had a gun, daddy! What if he hurts you?"

"Well, he won't come after me if he doesn't know I went to the police, now
will he? How about this for an idea - I'll phone the police station and ask
them to send out a detective - that way, if the man is watching the police
station, he'll never see us go in there!"

Chris went thoughtful for a moment, then nodded his head in reluctant
agreement. "As long as I don't lose you, daddy." My son closed his eyes and
his breathing slowed. He'd had a big day. I kissed his forehead and left
him in peace.

The next day we welcomed Detective Frank Jones into our home. Chris seemed
nervous, seeing another stranger in our house, so soon after the masked
man, but I reassured him that Det. Jones was our friend, and only wanted to
help us.

"Now, Chris, there's no need to be afraid," Det. Jones explained. "I'm only
here to help you and your dad. But in order to do that, I need as much
information about this horrible man as I can get. So, can you just go over
what happened, from when you first saw the masked man. I especially need to
know what he said and did, and what he made you do, okay?"

Chris nodded carefully. "Yes, Sir", he whispered. "First, he made me, um,
kneel on the floor, um, in front of my daddy."

"Okay, let's start there. To get a concrete idea of what happened, why
don't I play the part of your daddy right now. That way I'll see and feel
all the horrible things that happened."

"Yes, Sir", Chris agreed, kneeling in the floor in between Det. Frank's
open thighs. "Um, first he told me to unzip daddy's trousers."

Det. Jones smiled his encouragement. "All right, why don't you show me
exactly how you did that. Go ahead". Chris unzipped the detective's black
drill trousers, then waited expectantly for the policeman's next
instruction.

"Good boy, Chris, well done. What did the masked man tell you next?"

Chris glanced over at me for reassurance, so I smiled and nodded. "Well,
Sir, he told me to...to..."

Det. Frank took my son's face in his hands. "It's okay, Chris, I know this
is difficult for you. But you're doing a great job. I'm getting a very
vivid idea of the masked man's technique, what we call his 'modus
operandi'."

"Is that his 'M.O.'?" Chris piped up, glad to recognise cop talk from TV.

"Yes, that's it - so what did the man tell you to do next. No need to be
embarassed, you're helping the police."

Chris swallowed nervously. "Well, um, Sir, he...said to...to take out my
daddy's, um, thing, out of his pants." Chris licked his lips as he watched
the policeman's reaction.

"Well, then, just do what you did yesterday. Don't be afraid, I'm a
professional." My son's delicate fingers wormed their way into Detective
Frank's flies and pulled out the officer's cock, already firming up as
Chris' hands held it free of the man's clothes.

"Good job, Chris. What did you have to do next?" the detective urged.

"Um, I had to...to...suck on it"

The detective smiled broadly. "Not surprising, Chris, we find that people
like these often enjoy degrading their victims before having their evil way
with them. Go ahead and do what you did yesterday, your dad won't
mind. It'll help in my investigation."

After another quick glance towards me, Chris carefully guided Frank's
cockhead to his mouth, his ruby lips closing over the smooth knob. My son
began moving his head up and down, stimulating the detective's rigid
member. Frank groaned as my son's hot little mouth caressed his stiff pole.

"Daddy made that noise, too", Chris advised, taking his mouth off Frank's
cock for a moment.

"Excellent, so that makes it a better reconstruction of what happened,
huh?" Frank agreed, pulling Chris' head back down to his cock. Chris
resumed his duties while Frank held his head, moaning as my boy sucked him
off.

"Ohh, you're doing a good job, boy, a very good job. I'm getting a real
feeling for what took place here last night. What happened next?" Frank
asked, between moans.

Chris' mouth released Frank's dick, so he could talk. Licking his lips, my
son explained the next act in our domestic drama. "Well, er, the man, the
intruder, he, uh, got behind me and undid my shorts and pulled them down"
Chris answered before closing his lips over Frank's knobhead again.

"Aaah, okay then, son, well, is it alright if your Dad plays the part of
the intruder? Just so I can see for myself, like a re-enactment, you know?
It will be very valuable for my investigation". Chris bobbed his head up
and down in agreement, making Frank shudder with pleasure. I threw a
cushion on the floor to kneel on, and nudged my son's legs apart, placing
the cushion between them. Reaching around, I undid his shorts and dragged
them down over his hips, lifting each of his legs up to get the garments
off all the way, just like I heard Bill do the previous day.

Frank lifted Chris' head off his cock and held his face in two hands,
locking eyes with him. "You're doing extra well, Chris", he reassured my
son. "What did the intruder do next?"

Chris gazed up into Detective Frank's face and blushed as he admitted that
the intruder had grabbed his nuts. "But I told daddy all this, he should
remember", he added.

"So, is it okay if your dad plays the part some more, from what you told
him, so I can see for myself what actually happened?" Frank asked gently.

"Okay", Chris agreed readily. "I was still sucking when he, uh, did it to
my, uh, bottom" my son explained.

"Right, then well, we better get it exactly as it was", Frank
cautioned. Chris settled his mouth back onto Frank's rock hard dick, while
I undid my trousers and flopped my cock out onto my son's buttcheeks. He
wriggled his bottom around a bit until the tip of my prick was nestled in
between his buns and nudging his rosebud, then he pushed backwards, slowly
impaling himself on my iron bar.

I could hear a low moan from my son as he forced his bum back towards my
hips, sucking my cock inside his bottom. Both my arms were around his
waist, one hand on his balls, the other stroking his little cocklet. When I
rubbed my thumb over his little knobhead, he started bucking his hips,
milking my cock with his ass muscles. I looked up into Frank's face - his
eyes were tightly closed as he flexed his hips and forced his prick into my
son's mouth. That sight was enough for me - I came at that moment, forcing
four blasts of my jizz up into my son's bowels. Hearing me explode, Frank
blew off into Chris' mouth, moaning as he did so.

"Oh, wow, yeah, Chris, great work, you're a real trouper" he gasped as
Chris carefully took his mouth off the detective's tool, and wiped his lips
with the back of his hand. "So," Frank concluded, zipping up his trousers,
"that's how it went down, huh?"

"Yes, sir", Chris agreed, still kneeling, wearing only his shirt. I helped
him to his feet and shook hands with the officer.

"I'll be in touch. You've given me great intel to go on with", Frank
remarked as he made for the door.

"You did great, son. Is there anything you would like now?" I asked my boy,
while zipping up my own trousers.

Chris gave a little smile. "I think I need a bath again, daddy."

"Bath it is!" I agreed. I picked my son up and carried him up to the
bathroom, leaving his shorts on the floor where he had stepped out of
them. When we got to the bathroom, I pulled his shirt over his head,
leaving him naked. He watched as I pulled my own shirt over my head, and
unzipped my trousers.

"What are you doing, daddy? Are you...going to get in the bath with me?" he
asked. I could hear the hopeful anticipation in his voice.

"Well, son", I mused as I stripped off my last remaining garment, "the last
time I gave you a bath I ended up so wet, I figured I might as well have
one at the same time. Besides" I paused, dropping my voice "my penis is a
little...funky...from your bottom, and needs a wash".

"Can I...wash him, daddy?" Chris asked timidly. "I mean, it's only fair,
you washed mine yesterday". He stepped into the tub as the water swirled
around and the suds bloomed.

"I think that would be...nice, son, thank you", I agreed, delighted. "Be
careful with him, won't you"

Chris grinned as he sat in the hot soapy water. "Oh, yes, daddy, I
will. Put your legs on either side of me so we can both fit". I followed my
son's order, my thighs now surrounding my son's waist. I lay back against
the sloping end of the bathtub while my son carefully soaped my cock, which
was still half-hard from its previous exertions. His touch was gentle but
thorough, and felt magnificent. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, not
caring whether he brought me off or not.

"Daddy" Chris whispered, "are you awake?" He held my cock in both hands,
still slowly washing it with a familiar up-and-down motion.

"Mm-hmm" I murmured in reply.

"I think he's all clean now, daddy. Can I...have a cuddle?"

"Mm-hmm" I mumbled again, too relaxed and peaceful to think of a better
answer. I heard Chris give a little giggle as he squirmed his way up my
body to settle on my chest, pressing our dicks between our tummies. He edge
up further still, his forearms now resting on my shoulders, his head
alongside mine. His knees straddled my chest. I could feel his warm breath
on my ear as my son wriggled around on top of me.

"Daddy...your thing is all slippery...and really, really hard. He
feels...really nice" Chris whispered into my ear. He reached behind his
back with one hand and pointed my boner straight at his tight, wet and
slippery hole, then eased his body downwards, sliding down my chest as he
impaled himself on my cock. That woke me up, I can tell you.

"Hmm?" was my highly intelligent and lucid response to his seduction.

Chris pulled his body up with his arms, then lowered it again, sliding on
my sudsy chest and milking my cock into the bargain. "Daddy", he breathed
into my ear, "Can we play the intruder game with Uncle Bill again one day?"

Now I was fully awake. "Wha-?" was all I could manage as Chris rode my
cock.

"And afterwards, can we play the detective game with Uncle Frank again?" he
cooed into my ear.

"Intr-...Detec- wha-...huh?" were the only sounds I could manage as my son
picked up his tempo from a trot to a canter. Water began to splash over the
sides of the tub. Who cared, that's what drain holes were for. "How...er,
how did you know it was Bill?" I gasped as I approached my second climax
inside an hour.

"I looked at his eyes, daddy. That was all I could see, with his mask and
all. I remembered them from that time I went to your work with you", Chris
explained, maintaining his motion on my cock.

"Went to work with me?" I parroted stupidly. "But that was...last year!"

"Uh huh", Chris answered, picking up his pace, like a jockey in the home
straight. " I remember seeing Uncle Frank there too, daddy. He gave me a
donut and ruffled my hair"

I had difficulty maintaining my composure as my son's bottom pumped up and
down on my cock. "So...so you knew all along, didn't...uuggh...didn't you,
darling", I grunted as I approached my climax.

Chris nodded. "It was a fun game, daddy. I loved it. So...when is mommy
visiting Auntie Jean next?" he whispered as his anus squeezed a thrilling
orgasm out of me.

end