Mom's Compromise

I spent most of my high school years propped up by a false sense of security. I did't have a swagger, by any means, but I had a big mouth and a sarcastic streak a mile wide. Somehow, I skirted trouble most of the time but, finally, my mouth got me into too much trouble.

I had traveled with the rest of the marching band to a city south of mine by about 20 miles. I didn't care much about football but I really enjoyed being in band, even on rainy, cold nights like this one. However, the second half of the game began to stretch into an eternity of time-outs and aborted plays. Though our team was in possession of the ball and desperately trying to win, I wasn't having any of it. "Why won't this game end?" I groused wildly. A heavy blow landed on my shoulder and I turned to find a mountainous kid in the stands behind me. He looked like he belonged on the field rather than in the bleachers. "You'd better pray they win or you're fuckin' dead," he glowered.

Rather than coming back with a witty retort, I knew that this kid meant business and I suddenly felt a chill flush go through my body and the bottom drop out of my stomach.

The game ended. We weren't victorious. I quickly got myself lost in the crowd on the way back to the band's bus. I thought I had avoided my fate. I was wrong.

The next Monday in school I was walking from one class to another. It was one of those rare times where I was practically alone in the hallway when who else rounded the corner but the gargantuan. It hadn't clicked when I looked at him the Friday before but now I knew that I was looking at Dave Fox. He'd gained some infamy a few months before after he'd gotten kicked off the Varsity team. Some said it was for bad behavior. Others said he had punched out the coach. Before I could even say a word he had grabbed me by the shirt and was slamming me up against a set of nearby lockers.

"I'm going to kick your ass, kid," he growled. I felt my knees go weak. "Tomorrow, after school, your ass is grass." He let go of me and I slid down the lockers to the floor below.

I was a wreck for the rest of the day at school and even worse that evening at home.

I usually didn't share anything that had happened at school with my mom. She was a single parent and I knew that she had enough on her plate keeping the lights on in the house and food on the table. But, she knew something was up with me when I barely had any appetite that night. She pressed me until I finally let her in on my dilemma. There seemed to be no recourse for me other than taking a beating and hoping Dave Fox wouldn't break any of my bones.

My mom reassured me that she would take care of the issue. I didn't know how she'd do that and then I suddenly thought that she'd end up calling Dave's parents and, thus, making things worse. I pleaded with her to stay out of things almost to the point of getting hysterical. I was really freaked out. It got to the point where she gave me a pill and sent me off to bed. I tossed and turned in a fitful sleep all night.

The next morning Mom was gone before I had gotten up, as usual. I spent the entire day jumping at my own shadow and just dreading the idea of meeting in the parking lot after school to get the shit kicked out of me. So much for being the sarcastic honor society hipster I thought had become. Instead, I was just a scared high school junior about to have his ass handed to him by a senior ex-football player.

When the time came and the last bell rang, I did about everything I could to delay making it out to the parking lot where my fate awaited me. I arrived promptly at 3:30, a half hour after final bell, only to find the parking lot deserted. Had I managed to dodge my fate or was I only prolonging the inevitable?

I was surprised when I came home to find my mom's car in the driveway, she usually got home two hours after I did. But that surprise was dwarfed by that flush of cold and stomach-dropping terror I felt again when I opened the door to see Dave Fox sitting on the living room couch, my mom in the chair next to him.

I stood dead in the doorway, not sure if I should turn around and run or hide upstairs in my room. Dave just smirked at me. It was my mom who broke the tense silence with a, "Welcome home, honey. Come in! I know you already know our guest." I nodded dumbly and closed the door behind me before tentatively stepping into the living room. I walked like a zombie up to my mom and gave her my customary kiss on the cheek as a greeting.

She invited me to sit down on the couch next to Dave. I did, feeling like I had been called into the Principal's office and was about to receive the customary dressing down after a particularly heinous prank or off-color in-classroom remark.

"I was just talking to David about his football career, honey. I had no idea just how good of a team we've got in this city! It really means a lot to David -- even though he's not on the team anymore -- that they do well. I'm sure you know how it feels to be passionate about something," she said.

I nodded, feeling that sense of confusion when you see someone out of context from normal life; like seeing a teacher at the shopping mall or your boss at a restaurant. You experience them almost every day but only in one environment. Having Dave Fox in my living room felt as natural as having a black bear sitting there, drinking a glass of iced tea.

"I want you to admit to David that you made a mistake in denigrating his team, honey. That's really what this all boils down to, you made a mistake and you need to apologize," she said.

That was it? I just had to say I was sorry? What kind of magic had my mom weaved? I the cold flush of panic begin to warm up. An apology? That was easy. Even if I didn't mean it, I could say it!

Bolstered with confidence I turned to him and said, "I'm sorry, Dave, I really didn't mean to offend you when I was just hoping for the game to end the other night. I was cold and tired and just wanted to go home. I shouldn't have said anything."

Instead of saying "that's okay" or "no problem" or anything like that, he just smirked. What was going on in that thick skull of his?

"Now you've really put me in a difficult position," my mom said. "Dave was expecting his pound of flesh and I managed to talk him out of it. But I also promised that I would make things up to him. This isn't going to be easy and it's something we had to negotiate earlier today but it's the only way to solve things."

She stood up from the chair and placed her iced tea on the table beside her. She came over and stood in front of Dave and I before she began unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse. By the time she got to the second button and didn't seem to be slowing down I yelled, "Mom!? What are you doing?!"

"Be quiet, honey. This is between David and I. You're here as part of your punishment. Now just be quiet."

She went back to unbuttoning her blouse before stripping it off completely and tossing it over the arm of her chair. She then unzipped her skirt and took that off too. Of course, I had seen my mom in her underwear before but, again, it was never in this kind of context. It was her getting ready in the morning, rushing around when she was late for work. It was her stripping off her pants when she got home at night, relieved to be out of work. But never like this. Never standing defiantly in front of me, never being a sexual being. Never had I seen her like this and it disturbed me greatly. But it distressed me when she got down onto her knees in front of Dave and began unbuckling his pants and fishing his cock out of his underwear.

"Mom --" I started before she shot daggers out of her eyes at me, Dave's massive and hard cock just inches from her face.

"This is your fault," she hissed, before taking him into her mouth. I sat there dumbfounded, not believing that my own mother was giving head to my bully. It wasn't any kind of passive blowjob either, she performed like the girls I had seen on pornographic movies. She took him deep into her mouth until she gagged. She jerked him with one hand while she cupped his balls with the other. She looked up at him, into his eyes, and smiled as she began licking the head of his cock, drool flowing out of her mouth before plunging his cock back in her mouth. He put his meaty hands on the back of her head, her ash blonde hair almost completely covered by his mitts. He began pushing her down farther on him until she gagged. I couldn't let this keep happening.

"No! Dave! Stop it!" I yelled. I thought about getting up and calling 911 or trying to pull his hands off my mom's head. However, he let her up off his cock long enough to gasp for breath and remind me of my punishment. She never said that she wanted this but she sure acted like it. She seemed hungry for him. Again, I had never thought of my mom in these terms but then I secretly wondered what she did for sex. Had she had sex since my dad had passed away five years before? Did she have sexual urges? It seemed unthinkable but watching her lick and stroke Dave's big cock with such vigor put these awful questions in my head.

She leaned back on her heels and removed her bra. I was fascinated by her nipples, they were long with wide areolae. She took each one in either hand before wrapping them around Dave's cock, sliding her breasts up and down the length of his cock until the head would pop out and back into her waiting mouth. Dave let out a long low moan at the sight of my mom "titty fucking" him. I was mortified but also can admit that I was fascinated. I began seeing my mom as another person. She wasn't my mother any more. She was a woman who was enjoying herself. Likewise, Dave wasn't a mindless bully, but he was turning into a sexual being as well. He had the physique of one of the porn stars I had seen in movies, especially when it came to the monster between his legs. I shouldn't have been surprised that such a big guy would have such a big tool but it was still disconcerting as it dwarfed my own penis... which was surprisingly starting to harden. I began watching my mom and Dave more like they were actors come to life and performing right in front of me. This became even more the way I felt when my mom stripped off her panties and crawled up onto Dave's lap before sliding his cock inside her. She let out a sharp moan that, at fist, sounded like pain but I knew it was pleasure. It wasn't long before she was begging him to fuck her harder.

"Fuck me, David. Fuck me like I need to be fucked," she began. "I need your hard young dick in me, deeper, harder..." I couldn't believe this stream of obscenities was coming out of my mother's mouth. What shocked me even more was that it turned me on. I suddenly imagined what it would be like if it was my hard young dick inside her. I pushed this thought away immediately but couldn't get over how much I appreciated seeing her full breasts swinging as she pounded down on Dave's thick cock.

She began gasping for breath and making a low keening noise that increased in volume until she was practically screaming. Dave joined her with a chorus of primal grunts. They slowed and then stopped, my mom tittering like a schoolgirl, overjoyed by being fucked so well. She climbed up off him and collapsed next to him on the couch.

"Now," she said, "the other part of your punishment... You need to clean David up."

What my mom said didn't make any sense. I had visions of a washcloth and towel. I started to get up and go to the linen closet when his large, meaty hand took hold of my wrist. "You heard what she said. Now, listen to your mother." He gave me a yank and I found myself falling to my knees in front of him.

"No!" I cried. "Mom? No! I can't!"

"Yes, you can," she said, taking Dave's still erect cock in her hand. "You can and you will." Dave's right hand still held my wrist. His left took me by the back of my head and forced it down to his crotch while my mother put his cock against my lips.

"Now lick it clean, honey. You have a job to do. You need to show David the respect he deserves."

I looked from his cock to her face. "Do it," she said. "Do it because you know it's the right thing to do. If you do it, you'll never have to be afraid again. David will protect you from now on because you'll be his."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing or the feel of his throbbing cock against my lips. But something about my mom's tone and the look in her eyes made me open my mouth and accept Dave's cock. "That's it, honey," she said. There was more than reassurance in her voice, though, there was happiness. No, there was more, there was lust. She was turned on by what she was seeing. Turned on enough to reach a hand down to her crotch to begin playing with herself. She hoisted on leg up near Dave's shoulder so her legs were spread obscenely wide.

I felt humiliated, emasculated, and confused. And, I didn't want to admit it to myself but I liked to the feeling of Dave's cock in my mouth. I was turned on. I began sucking him the way I had seen my mother do just a few minutes before.

"That's right, honey. You're a quick study. Let mommy show you all the tricks to being a good little whore," she purred. I found myself watching her play with herself while I sucked Dave's cock. But he didn't let me forget that I was there to please him. He began moving my head up and down on his cock, pushing my head farther down his shaft until I was choking.

He groaned a bit and my mom matched him. They enjoyed knowing that I was in distress. I struggled to pull my head up and catch my breath. I tried breathing through my nose but it wasn't any good. I was suffocating on his cock. He finally let me up. I choked and gasped for air. Ropes of spit went from my mouth to his cock. I worked to catch my breath while I used my own spit as I stroked his cock.

"Now, David, it's time..." my mom said. I didn't know what she meant but Dave did. They must have talked all this out before I had come home. I felt like my mother had sold me out like I was a piece of meat.

Dave pushed me back, standing up. He pulled his pants the rest of the way off and let them fall to the floor. He moved behind me and I felt him pull me up from the floor by my armpits. I didn't know what was happening but I started struggling against him.

My mom shushed me, "Don't struggle, honey. It's inevitable. You're David's now. He's the new man of the family. You've got one job from now on and that's to keep him happy, do you understand? And to keep him happy right now, he wants to fuck you."

He pushed me down on the couch. My mom reached down and undid the button on my pants before he yanked them down, underwear and all leaving me exposed.

"Just like I thought, David. My little boy had a little hard-on. He's loving this," she laughed.

"And I'm going to love this," Dave growled. I felt the head of his dick push up against my virgin asshole. Before I even know what was going on I felt a searing pain tear through me as he pushed inside of me, violating me. I cried out, begging for him to stop. Begging my mom to make him stop. She just laughed, "Poor little faggot getting his cherry popped. I knew you'd get punked out sometime, honey, I just didn't know I'd be there to see it. Here," she said, "This will make it go easier." With that, she moved herself in front of me, putting one leg on either side of my face, presenting me with her hairy pussy, gleaming with wetness. She pulled my head down until I was nestled against her sex.

I heard the animal grunts of Dave behind me, his pounding becoming faster and more furious.

I felt him explode inside me, filling me with his seed. When he pulled out of me, I felt his hot and sticky cum dribbling down my legs. My mom stood up and kissed him, "God that was hot," she purred. "I want to see it again right now. Will you fuck him again tonight, David? How about I get up next to him and you go from being in me to being in him? Or you can fuck him mouth until you're ready to fuck my pussy? God, I want you inside of me again right now."

As it turned out, Dave fucked my mom again twice that night and saved fucking me until the next morning before school. I walked from class to class that day feeling the stickiness of his cum in my underwear. While it was humiliating, I had to keep my books in front of my crotch to hide my erection. Something had told my mom that all of my bluster and sarcasm was for naught and she knew what I had needed -- and I got it. From that day forward I belonged to the two of them as their sexual servant.

Alida Valli

Touch Lick Stroke Mount

Epic Butts

Jameela Jamil

Siouxsie Sioux

Librarian

Therapy Session

Please, come in. Have a seat. It's good to see you again.

I was looking at our records recently and see that you've been coming to see me for six months now and I don't think that my usual approach has been working. You seem as stunted and depressed now as you did then.

That leads me to wonder if you'd be up to trying a more ambitious form of treatment; hypnotherapy.

If you're game, I'll just go ahead and dim a few of the lights. I'm just going to turn around my clock so you can see it. I want you to look at the second hand. You see the way it moves back and forth ticking off the seconds? Good. That's what I want you to look at as you listen to my voice. All right?

Now, I'm going to talk to you and I need you to just listen to my voice and let my words wash over you; to flow through you.

The most important thing I need you to do right now is to relax. Breathe in through your mouth and out through your nose. Nice and easy. With each breath you're going to feel more and more relaxed. You'll feel the muscles in your neck getting looser. You'll feel your arms feeling like they're just dead weights hanging to your sides. You'll feel your legs getting heavier.

If your eyes get heavy you can close them. Just think about that second hand ticking away. Each time that hand moves from side to side you'll get even more relaxed. You'll feel like you're just sinking right back into the couch. The soft material just enveloping you. Your body getting more relaxed. With each breath. With each word from my lips. Deeper you go.

Down and down and down... Until the worries of the world just drift away. Until there's nothing left but the sound of my voice.

When I snap my fingers, you will be completely under. You will be able to speak to me from the place deep inside you that you've never shown anyone else. It will just be you and I, no judgement, no fear, no worry.

Three... two... one... >snap<

Nod your head if you can hear me. Very good.

We're now in the place you never show anyone. This is where your secrets live. Just like the clock, I think I know what makes you tick but I think you've been too afraid to tell me. Too proud. Too manly. You're living under expectations of what make you you.

Each week you come in here and tell me about how difficult things are for you but it all comes down to one central premise, doesn't it? Isn't it that you're not being honest with yourself? Isn't there something inside of you that means you've been living a lie every day?

You're hiding from yourself. From the real you. I think you're ready to meet the real you. I think it's time you saw what you really are. What you really look like. What really makes you tick... tock... tick...

When I count to three and snap my fingers, you're going to open your eyes and see the person you really are. You're going to look in the mirror next to me and see exactly who you've been denying. It may be scary but there's nothing to worry about. It's just you and me... even if it looks like there's another person in the room, it's just the two of us together right now. Do you understand? Good.

One... two... three. >snap:lt; Open your eyes.

Do you see her? Do you see the pretty girl? That's you. That's the girl that lives inside of you. She's the girl you've been denying.

Look at her. Look at her face. See her pretty mouth? Those lovely eyes? The soft hair that frames her face? She's the girl that has lived in you for so long; since you were a little boy. Now you're a man and she's a woman. She's been with you every step of the way. You've been hiding her from everyone but now it's time to finally bring her out and look at her. Meet her. Understand who she is and what she needs.

Stand up.

Look at her body. Your body. See the curves. See the way her breasts fill out her blouse. Your blouse. Look at her hips. Your hips. See her legs under her skirt. Your skirt. She's lovely. You're lovely. Why have you been hiding her so long? I know why. You were afraid of her. Afraid to even acknowledge that she was there. But she is. She's here with us now. And she's beautiful. More than that, she's been trying to get out for so long.

You've been frustrated with so many things in your life. Have you ever thought that this may come from the internal struggle? This girl has been in you for all these years, waiting to see the light of day, but you've been afraid of what might happen if she came out. Well, she's out now, isn't she? And you're okay. You're safe.

I want you to touch her. Run your hands up her sides. Warm. Run your hands along her arms. Smooth. Touch her face. Soft. Slide your hands down over her bottom. Squeeze. Now bring your hands up over her stomach. Flat. Up to the swell of her breasts. Lovely.

Those are your breasts. Your stomach. Your bottom. Your face. Your arms. Your sides. All of her... you.

There's one more place I need you to feel. Reach down between your legs now. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Slide your fingers inside of your skirt. Down under the elastic of your panties. Down over the downy hairs. Yes. You are a girl. There's nothing there between your legs that you had before. You're free of that burden. But, instead, you can feel the folds of flesh, the wetness, the warmth of your pussy.

No, no... don't cry pretty girl. It's all right. I know it's a lot for you to take in. It's okay. I'm here. I'll help you deal with this. I've known since the day we met that you had this girl inside of you and I hoped I could introduce you to her in a slightly less dramatic way but you were resistant to everything. But.. seeing is believing... and I see that you haven't taken your hand out of your panties yet.

It feels good, doesn't it? Tell me how good your pussy feels. Put your fingers inside of yourself. Open your pretty, painted mouth and breathe. Smell your excitement. Did you ever think you'd smell that good? Did you ever think you'd feel as good? As free? As pretty? Because you feel pretty, don't you? I know you do.

Think about it... think about how pretty you can feel if you let your inner girl out. She wants to come out more often. She wants to play. She's been hidden for so long and she's so horny, isn't she?

Feel the way your pussy grips at your fingers. That poor pussy's been neglected for so long. Slide your fingers over that hard nubbin and feel how good you can make yourself feel.

That girl needs to cum, doesn't she? After all these years, just imagine how frustrated she is. Just imagine how much she needs release. Look at her there in the mirror and watch how her mouth works, opening and closing, gasping for breath. Look at the way her breasts strain against her blouse. Feel how hard her nipples are getting. Your nipples. Feel how wet her pussy is. Your pussy. Feel her orgasm building. Your orgasm. Yes, own it. Own what a sexy bitch you are. Own how bad you need to cum. Own who you are and know that I can bring this girl out of you whenever I need her to be.

From now on, whenever I say, "Bring out the girl," and snap my fingers, you will shed all of your masculinity and let me see this girl. You'll see her as well... And, if you're good. I will let you make yourself cum just like you're doing now.

When I count to three you will cum for me. You'll orgasm as a girl for the first time.

One... two... three. >snap<

Now, sit back down. Close your eyes. And just breathe for me.

Good.

I will now bring you back to consciousness. When I snap my fingers you will forget what's happened here but you will know that it was good. The next time you feel those feelings of frustration, I want you to call me. Do you understand? Good.

One... two... three. >snap<

That's it. Open your eyes. That was a very good session. Did anything happen? No, no. It was just an experiment to see if you were even capable of being hypnotized. We can try this again next week and maybe we'll make some progress. Does that sound good? Excellent.

Well, it looks like our time is up for the week. Make sure to make an appointment on the way out and I'll see you soon.

Zazie Beetz

Moon Girl

Cheesecake

Shanghai Surprise - Follow-up

A few weeks ago I wrote about my time in Shanghai. There's a lot of things on this site that are fictional -- I try to mark those as "fantasy" -- but there are some very real things too. I've written about my past with some brutal honesty -- or as honest as I can handle.

Elena is based very much on a real person and that story was nearly 100% true.

As I write this, my heart is breaking. It's been a little over six months since I've seen Elena and she told me yesterday that she's started seeing other people.

The thing is, I shouldn't be angry or upset about this. I didn't want her wasting her life in Shanghai waiting for me to come back as I'm still not sure that I will. I've applied to over 500 jobs (not exaggerating) since I left without any luck. I've also been trying my best to finagle another trip back via my current employer.

I made an agreement with Elena that I would come back to the U.S., work on my marriage, and try to salvage my relationship here. And, I've been trying. I've been going to couple's counseling since January though not much has changed. Elena was my planned escape route. I told her and I told myself that I'd give my relationship with my wife six months and if things hadn't improved that I'd file for divorce.

Elena didn't wait the full six months. I could tell a few weeks ago that things had changed between us. Then yesterday she told me that she'd been dating for the last month. So now I feel betrayed and hurt, though I really shouldn't. What's worse is that I don't have anyone to talk to about this. I made a promise to Elena that I wouldn't tell my therapist about her. I only ever told one friend about her and I don't feel right dumping all over them.

So now I'm alone with my feelings for the most part. As I drove home last night, listening to my "teach yourself Chinese" CD, I started crying and couldn't stop.

Now I have no reason to go back to China. All of the plans and hopes that I had have been dashed.

I feel awful.