Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2011 01:09:34 +0200
From: John P <jpcrusader06@gmail.com>
Subject: John's Early Learning Chapter 11

			   JOHN'S EARLY LEARNING
				 by John P
			      Copyright 2011

Chapter 11

When I get home from school, Mum's waiting for me. "Hiya," I say and throw
my book bag on the floor prior to taking it upstairs. I can still taste
Chris' spunk in my mouth and I hope that she can't smell it on me.

"Sit down. I want to talk to you," and I know that this is going to be
serious. When I'm settled, she says, "Is anybody making you do things you
don't want to do?" My heartrate increases dramatically as I run through my
head the list of things that boys and men have done to me in the last few
days and I wonder if she knows something. I don't know how to answer
this. I don't want to lie to her but, at the same time, I can't let her
know that I've been bummed and I've swallowed lots of spunk, and I've
really rather enjoyed it all.

I decide to play dumb and ask, "What do you mean?" It's always a good ploy
because the opposition always has to lay something definite before you so
you can answer the charge. "What kind of things do you mean?" I say in the
most innocent way I can manage.

"Has a man...?" Now she's stumbling because she's trying to find a way to
ask the question without upsetting my delicate sensibilities. I know what
she's talking about but I have to pretend innocence.

"A man? What man?" I say, hoping that she doesn't really know what I've
been up to. "I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do, John. I think you know exactly what I mean," and she looks
at me in that way she used to look at me when I was 8 and she found me
pinching biscuits out of the barrel. I don't like the way this is going and
I prepare myself to go into defence mode. She still hasn't told me what she
knows and I'm smart enough not to confess to things she may not know about.

"What do you mean exactly?" I say again, but my confidence is fast going
down the toilet.

She takes the bull by the horns and comes out with it.

"Have you been having sex with a man?" I'm stunned. I don't know what to
say. My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish and that fact alone betrays
me. She's caught me now and she did it so easily. My choice is now telling
bare-faced lies or revealing all I've been up to. There's really no middle
path. With no other option on the horizon, I say quietly, "Yes."

I wait for the shouting, the berating, but it doesn't come. She's
considering what to say next and struggling with it. I'm hoping she'll feel
embarrassed and discontinue the questioning but that's not going to be the
case.

"Is it your father?" I'm gobsmacked at this and I look at her in
disbelief. Recognising that she may have made a major mistake, she tries to
cover by continuing, "We haven't done much lately... in the bedroom... I
mean sex..." She's floundering now. "He might have wanted to... get
his... you know... elsewhere."

I don't know how to answer this, if indeed an answer is required. She's
getting a bit worked up now and I move to her side and hold her. I want to
change the subject and so I decide to ask her a question.

"How did you know, Mum?" I ask quietly and she rallies from the upset state
to the practical.

"I do your washing," she says and it all falls into place. "I've found
sperm in your underpants, lots of it that's run out of your bum."

I've lost the battle, I realise that, and I decide to own up to
everything. What else can I do? I decide though not to mention anybody's
name. I especially don't want her to find out that it's my uncle who has
taught me the ways of the male bonding experience.

"This 'man' did things to me, Mum, and I loved them all. His cock... his
willy was enormous and he played with mine and I loved it. He sucked me,
Mum, and I sucked him. He took me to the woods and let other men do things
to me too. It was lovely, Mum, feeling all those cocks... willies, I mean."

Mum's listening to me, obviously in a daze, as I'm describing what I've
done. But her eyes have strayed to the tent that's begun to form in my
pants and a strange look has come to her face.

"Let me see your underpants, John, take them off," she says softly and I
look at her. Nobody has fucked me since last Saturday so they must be
clean, no sperm in them. I can't think of a reason not to do as she tells
me and I begin to take off my pants and underpants. When my pants have been
taken off, she's looking at the tent in my underpants and my erection can
be plainly seen. I pause to look at Mum and she has the look of the men who
have done me before, lust and longing on their faces. How could this affect
a woman this way? It was only men who wanted my sex, my bum, wasn't it?

When I take down my underpants and give them to her, she's not looking at
them. Instead, she's looking intently at my dick. I'm stood now in front of
my mother with no clothes below the waist and an erection that threatens to
erupt.

"Turn round, John, and bend over the settee," she says and I wonder if this
is a sign of an impending spanking. I do as she says because I'm an
obedient child and she begins to examine my rosebud. She separates my
bum-cheeks and I can feel her hot breath on my bum-hole. This is doing
nothing to decrease the erection which is currently worrying me.

"This looks alright but it may be damaged. Did a man really push his thing
up here?" she says, pushing a finger into me. It goes into me quite easily
and she goes on, "Was it thick and long?" and I'm getting more aroused with
the questions.

"Yes, Mum, he pushed his thing all the way up in me and I felt his hot
stuff shoot into me," I said, getting hotter with the answer.

"Did he lick your hole first?" and I reply, "They both did." Oh shit, I've
just let Mum know that I've been fucked by two men.

"Both?" she says and I'm caught again. She's obviously discovering the
enormity of my involvement with men and I don't know how to minimise the
effect. I surrender now and decide I don't want her to worry about me. No
more talk about 'willies' and 'things', I've decided, I'll tell her all.

"Mum, I like girls and I like men. Girls don't want me but men do. I want
to do anything to please a man." There, I said it. I wait for tears or
outrage but neither comes. She stands me up and turns me round, and begins
to examine my erection and my balls beneath. Her fingers feel nice but
although I'm feeling weird about Mum messing with me, I'm exceedingly
turned on.

She says, "I haven't really seen your body for years but I have to admit
that it's nice." She's begun to move my foreskin up and down, and I'm
getting more excited by the second. "Would you have sex with ANY man?" she
asks and I reply with a strangled, "Yes, Mum."

Her fingers are bringing me dangerously close to shooting, especially when
her other hand moves underneath to fondle my balls. "Do you like men to
suck your cock, John? Does it feel nice? Would you like to do Dad?"

"Yes, Mum, I'd like to do Dad," I say, my voice hardly audible. "Mum, I'm
coming!" I cry in alarm but she doesn't stop wanking me.

She darts forward and her lips encircle my dick. It's too late, I'm
coming. My dick jerks again and again and I find myself filling Mum's mouth
with my hot spunk. She's sucking hard, forcing all my sperm out of my dick,
and she's swallowing it. I'm groaning as I shoot into her over and
over. Mum's good at this and I realise for second just how lucky my dad
must be.

When my orgasm dwindles, Mum cleans my dick with her tongue and I'm just
starting to realise the enormity of what we've just done. Mum has had her
finger up my bum and wanked me off until I shot all my spunk into her mouth
and she wants me to please Dad with my bum.

I get my pants back on and Mum's now acting like we just shared a cup of
tea. "Oh by the way," she says, "I've just put your clean school shirts on
your bed. Don't crease them when you put them away." Did I miss something?
Didn't something momentous just happen? I'm still struggling with this when
she says that Dad will be home late tonight, casual as you please.

Later in the evening, I'm reading while Mum watches TV and when Dad comes
home, she leaves the TV and rushes off into the kitchen to get his meal out
of the oven. I can hear her talking to him and I hear him answering but I
can't actually catch WHAT they say. A heated exchange is going on and I'm
not sure that I want to be involved in any of it.

Dad joins us after his meal and he watches TV with Mum. I go to bed at 10
o'clock and settle down again with my book. Surprisingly, ten minutes
later, I hear them come to bed. They've never come to bed that soon
before. I hear the water running in the bathroom as they get ready to hit
the sack and five minutes after that, all goes silent.

Ten minutes later, Mum opens the door and says that Dad wants to talk to me
about what happened today and will I go in to see him. My mind flashes back
to Mum's question about doing Dad and my heart flutters. She stays in my
room as I go along to talk to Dad. The lights are subdued and he's sitting
on the bed, wearing just the usual underpants that he always wears to
bed. He pats the bed beside him and I sit next to him.

"Mum tells me that you are having sex with men. Is that right?" I admit it,
bowing my head. When he wants to know why, I tell him that men want me and
girls don't. "Don't you think that you should wait a bit longer before you
have sex? You're only 14."

When I tell him of the joy I feel when a man is doing things to me, he
begins to rub the front of his underpants. My words are exciting him and
I'm also being aroused by the memory of what I've done. I watch his hand as
he rubs himself and I can see that his cock is growing as he hears the
details of my debauchery. My own dick has grown in my pyjama bottoms and
he's watching it closely. I stand up as I'm describing what Roger has done
to me today and Dad pulls me between his open legs. He hugs me to him and
my stiff cock inside my pyjamas nestles against his cheek. My arms go
around his neck and I hug him back.

We hug for a minute and he turns his head slightly, pressing his lips
against my hard-on. The strangeness of the situation doesn't make it any
less erotic and I begin to rub my hardness against his lips. His hands
slowly pull down my pyjama bottoms and I'm naked before him. He's seeing my
dick for the first time in years and when he hugs me again, we're skin to
skin. His stubble scratches my naked dick but I don't mind. His brother has
also rubbed his stubble against me in weeks gone by but I can't tell him
that.

His hands creep behind me and he feels my taut buttocks, strokes them
tenderly like he would a woman while stroking his cheek up and down my
dick, in effect wanking me with his cheek. When he moves me back a couple
of feet, I'm confused but I see that he's taking off his underpants in an
awkward fashion. I'm watching him do this and when his cock is finally
revealed, I can see that he's not unlike his brother in size. It's about 7
inches long, thick and circumcised; a most impressive weapon.

Nothing needs to be said because I know what he wants, what he needs. I
kneel between his legs and explore his magnificent cock with my fingers. He
leans back with his hands supporting him and he opens his legs wide so I
can reach his ball-sac, and when I cup his balls in my hand, he
trembles. I'm trembling too as I touch the cock that fucked Mum to
impregnate her, making her bring me into the world 9 months later. His
pre-cum is leaking and running down his shaft from his pee-slit so I go
down on him, licking it all up and swallowing it.

Mum slides into the room but I don't see her because she's behind me. Dad
sees her though and freezes, and I wonder what I'm doing wrong. I take the
huge knob into my mouth and suck, then I alternate between licking the huge
monster from base to knob and sucking the knob while licking his
frenulum. He jerks when I do this and I'm afraid I've hurt him. I look up
into his eyes and see nothing but love for me. As I release his cock for a
second, he moves further on the bed and I follow him, lying next to
him. His hairy chest intrigues me and I run a hand through it, marvelling
at his masculinity. His nipples become erect as I touch them with a finger
but he moans when I touch my tongue to one and lick it.

He looks beyond me and I turn to see what he's looking at. That's when I
see Mum. She's standing just inside the bedroom door and watching, her hand
stroking her crotch over her nightie. Dad pulls my head back to his nipple
and I suck it. He's dragging air between his teeth as I'm exciting him and
my hand returns to the long thick cock that I regard with awe. His legs are
wide open and I look down between his legs, seeing the hair that covers his
ball-sac. The pre-cum is pouring out from his inflated cock again and I
clean it up once more with my tongue, sucking again on his enormous knob. A
minute later and he moves, turning me onto my side and then further onto my
belly. He drags a pillow over and I raise my hips so that he can push it
under me. Once done, I open my legs wide because I know that he's going to
fuck me.

My bum is raised slightly now and he strokes my buttocks gently, his
fingertips feeling like butterfly wings on my skin. My head is turned to
the side and I can see Mum now. She's hiked up her nightie and pulled down
her knickers to her knees. Her hand is moving over her hairy cunt as she
watches Dad making love to me. I feel his hot breath on my rosebud and I'm
surprised when his tongue touches it, licking all around it. The sensations
are wonderful when somebody does this to you and you never want it to
stop. Hot liquid is dropped into the crack of my bum and I realise that
he's dropped saliva onto me to help with the lubrication that he knows I'll
need.

Mum has quietly sidled to the side of the bed and reaches into a drawer and
brings out a tube of something. She takes off the cap and applies it to my
bum-hole while Dad looks on. Her finger pushes some of the cold jelly up
inside my bum and she manipulates my hole, adding a second finger and then
a third. She's opening me up so that Dad doesn't hurt me too badly. When
she's finished, she steps back and replaces the tube in the drawer, then
she hikes up her nightie again and pulls down her knickers. Her hand moves
again as she looks over my youthful body.

Dad has been wanking his big dick while my hole was being prepared for him
and now he's ready to penetrate his son. Beneath me, my dick is as stiff as
a board, trapped as it is between my body and the pillow underneath me. Now
he shuffles between my wide open legs and I feel his great knob against my
sphincter. He takes my hips in his big hands to hold me in place and pushes
forward, and I do what I've learnt; I push out as if I'm having a shit. The
head enters and I wince. Mum's hand touches mine and I look up at
her. She's looking down at me, concerned, but not enough to take her other
hand away from her cunt. I can see her pubic hair clearly now and the hand
that slides up and down the wet slit.

My dad has got the knob of his big cock in me now and pushes forward,
gaining a couple of inches inside me. He pushes again and I've now got more
than half of the monster cock inserted in my bum-hole. I don't have much
pain, just the feeling of fullness, and I wait for him to push the rest
into me. He pulls back and I feel the monster sliding in my hot tunnel,
then he pushes hard forward and I'm full of him, his pubic hair scratching
against my buttocks.

When he begins to fuck himself into me, the sensation is wonderful. The
long thick cock is fucked into me slowly and the strokes are full length,
the movement in my rectum arousing me tremendously. When I look at Mum,
she's watching the monster cock fucking her son and she's almost drooling
at the sight. Dad is fucking me faster now and I wonder if he's got a short
fuse. He's been doing me for a couple of minutes when he stops and pulls
out of me. Confused, I look back over my shoulder. He turns me over so I'm
lying on my back and pushes the pillow under me again.

Now we're face to face and I watch as he pushes his cock into me again. Mum
is holding my hand again and I can see her fingers playing in her shiny wet
slit. Dad pushes in as far as he can and I feel the fullness once more. He
looks down at me as he slides his cock in and I briefly admire the muscles
in his thick arms which support him so that he isn't lying on me. Two
minutes of fucking me gently leads to him speeding up and I know that he's
getting very close to emptying his sperm into my rectum. I raise my legs
and wrap them round him, my way of showing him that I love him.

When I look up again at Mum, she's sweating profusely and her finger is
diddling a little knob thing at the top of her slimy slit. Dad groans and I
feel the first jerk of his massive cock and I know that he's starting to
cum. He goes as deep as he can and holds still, grunting as the torrent of
his potent spunk sprays inside me. Mum groans and squeezes my hand tight as
Dad continues to pump his spunk into me. Three spurts, four, five and I
lose count as the jerking of his cock continues. Mum makes mewing sounds
and her body shakes with orgasm as she intently watches her husband
breeding their son.

Twenty seconds later, I'm a son with a bum full of his father's spunk and I
have a mother who has orgasmed while watching their mating. My dad
collapses onto me and his weight crushes me but I say nothing. His big rod
is still buried deep inside me and I hope that he won't take it out anytime
soon. Mum has stopped panting now and let her nightie drop down to cover
her sex. She strokes my face and mouths silently, 'Thankyou,' to me and I
wonder which part of what's happened she's thanking me for.

Dad's becoming too heavy now and I try to move. His big cock is softening
and it falls out of me, so he rolls off me and I can breathe freely again.
My stiff cock sticks up straight and I wonder if I should wank it till I
come. I can't imagine Dad wanting to do it, him being so masculine. The
decision is taken from me as Mum brings her head down and begins to suck
me. Dad watches as she does this and I'm surprised when he fondles my balls
with his big fingers.

I can't last long of course and I cry, "I'm cumming, Mum!" in case she
wants to escape a mouth full of my spunk. She stays in place as I groan and
tense up, and I fill her mouth with spurt after spurt of my hot sperm. Dad
plays with my balls all the time I'm filling Mum's mouth, trying to hold on
to them as I thrash about in orgasm. Mum's swallowing all that I shoot out
of my dick and Dad's watching us intently.

Finally it's over, I've no more to give, and Mum licks me clean, all the
time looking into Dad's eyes. He's looking down at her and I see the love
in his eyes. He reaches over me and brings her head forward to kiss her
gently on the lips. She responds and I find myself between two lovers,
eagerly pressing into each other. So I wriggle out from between them, grab
my pyjama bottoms which are lying on the floor and go to leave. Before I
close the door, Dad is on top of Mum and the stiff cock he now sports I
feel sure is destined for Mum's hairy cunt. I go to my bed, leaving them to
it.

In the morning, Mum's all smiles and singing away to herself in the
kitchen. Dad's behaving like a newly-wed, fawning around her and my bum's
sore from all the fucking it got last night. I've dumped the underpants I
put on specially last night when I went to bed because Mum will have to
wash Dad's spunk out of them. He put so much into me last night and they
were caked to my bum this morning when I woke up. I wonder if she'll sniff
them before they go into the washing machine. I have to go to school now
but Mum makes sure to kiss my forehead as I leave. "Thanks, love," she says
and I leave to get my bike from the garage.

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