Friday , December 9 2022

Whose Mother ?


Well to be honest it has been it has been at least ten years since I talked with anyone directly involved with it all, and now it has been more than forty years since it all happened. Yet there are some defining moments in your life that you never forget. True, details become blurred with time and perhaps some details that still exist may have come from second hand accounts or perhaps even from an over active imagination; the realities of the moments are still there. It all started the summer of 1952 in Chicago. For those of you who can relate to the time fame there is no need to explain further the attitudes of sex and such topics of the time. But for those who never knew the ’50’s, let me briefly explain the attitudes that prevailed. First sex was only done by married couples in the private confines of their own beds. Movies literally showed no sex to speak of, and magazines, even “men’s,” showed no frontal nudity; even nipples had to be covered or air brushed out— unless you count the National Geographic which showed some ugly African women now and then. Sex education came from stories told on the streets by the older boys or maybe some “seedy” adult.

The news rarely wrote about sex crimes. Attitudes toward Molestation heavily ran toward the feeling that the woman was not the victim but really wanted it to happen, and was somehow a tinted lady. Divorce was a sin: and men felt all divorced women were sex hungry because they had it regularly and now somehow needed it from any man that they could get it from. Needless to say this attitude scared the hell out of other “good ” women, who often took great pains to push the divorced woman out of their circle. In general the country was still somewhat puritan compared to the 1990’s. Oh sure if you were an adult, there were places to go, like burlesque shows, where the women could strip only to a g-string and pasties. And there were “smokers,” “stag parties” where whores would perform. And magazines that came wrapped in brown paper that “showed it all.”

Now, school had only been out for a couple of weeks and we had already become bored with playing “Cowboys and Indians,” “Cops and Robbers,” “Great white hunters,” even playing baseball. Our minds had suddenly begun to burn on the topic of sex, fed in great part by the age we were at and fueled by stories from the older boys in the neighborhood. But it was my closest pale’s, Red, father who set our minds on fire!

The man was a drunk and a con man who had minor brushes with the law throughout his life. Most of his cons ended in failure but this never stopped him, and now, unknowing to us, he was working on his greatest con. The man fed us with stories of every form of sex you could think of. We hung on every word. He even got us a “brown paper” magazine of bondage drawings to gawk at: no depictions of pubic areas though. It almost became a ritual after dinner to go over to the old dilapidated two flat were Red lived and sit on the front steps to wait for his father to come out and talk with us.

After several days of feeding us stories and pictures the old fox had us obsessed with getting ourselves a grown woman for our sex slave —to do what we wanted to do with her. Red’s father gave us a plan to capture, as it was, a woman who we all knew and to then make her our sex slave. Naturally he would help, assuring us we’d not get into any trouble. Still as I picked up the newspaper and brought it into the apartment, then laying it on the kitchen table as always, I couldn’t help but wonder why the man was so willing to help us.

There was the usual cup of coffee on the kitchen table, and with trembling hands I poured the powder I had been given by Jimmy into the coffee. Red’s father told Jimmy what to get from his father’s drug store and what amount I was to put into the drink. I finished stirring the powder into the drink when I heard her come to the table with her usual cheery good morning. She asked me if I was all right– I looked awfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had been a hot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what I was to do kept me awake most of the night.

I didn’t say anything as I watched her take the first drink. Then for some reason I rambled off about the hot night and my inability to sleep. As she took another drink, I nervously rambled on. I don’t know why I kept talking, perhaps I wanted to make sure the drink worked, or at least didn’t kill her. The phone rang, and I knew it was Red asking her to stop over on her way to work to help him— he was sick and his parents were gone. I quickly glanced at the clock— it was exactly 7:00 a.m. just as we planned it.

I studied her as she talked— she was a modest woman liked by everyone and for the first time I thought she was just more than a bit pretty. She was on her way to work and was dressed in a dress, nylons and heels, with a small white hat and matching gloves at the ready. In the 50’s people still dressed up to go to work or for most any outing, like church or going out to eat. I stared at her as she put down the phone and let out a big yawn. She lJulyhed and said that the coffee was to wake her up not put her to sleep. With that she finished her coffee and after placing the cup back on the table said she had to stop at my friend’s house and that she better be going. After a big yawn and another lJulyh she told me I’d better get going and finish delivering the papers.

I ran down the stairs with great excitement confident that the drug was working just as we were told it would. Then it hit me— what if she past out on the sidewalk or something. Now I feared that we’d all be cJulyht, and began to feel sick to my stomach as I came to the alley. I wanted it to happen– yet I didn’t. I wanted her to pass out on the sidewalk, then it would be all over— no one would suspect that I drugged her. I hid behind a fence waiting for her to cross the alley to Red’s two flat.

What was only five minutes seemed like an hour before I saw her slowly crossing the alley, with unsure steps, then turn up the walk to the side entrance to Red’s street level flat. The sun was hot already and it was still muggy as hell, and I was sweating bullets. But most of the sweat came from the fact that my heart was pounding so hard that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. I planned it this way: I’d go in after she entered the flat. Because if the drug didn’t work, the other five were to attack her and capture her anyway. To me this was nothing but a failure waiting to happen. I knew Ed and Tommy, was scared enough and too timid to do it; they’d chicken out leaving Red, Jimmy and Billy to try. Hell she was as tall and probably weighed as much if not more than as each of us, so I couldn’t see her not being able to fight the three off. Besides she was an adult!

As she opened the broken screen outer door, she swayed noticeably before entering into the small and narrow visitable. I heard myself saying breathlessly in excitement that it was going to work— that is, was working. Just then I saw her stumbling back out the screen door. I held my breath in disappointment, only to see Red and Jimmy quickly grab her by each arm and pull her back inside. I looked around quickly to see if anyone saw. But there was no one around to see.

I took off like a bat out of hell and raced for the flat. I didn’t care now if it was wrong or not, and I didn’t think of why Red’s father was so anxious to help us. Hell I didn’t even care if she were awake— I’d help them capture her.

I swung open the noisy broken screen door and entered the vestibule–and stopped. The screen door banged shut behind me and I stood staring into Red’s dark flat. The damn place was always dark and depressing even in the day time. I stood there as my eyes adjusted. There were no sounds. The usual smell of stale cigarette smoke, and booze, mingled with the smell of mold where there— but no sound. Suddenly in my mind I wondered if this were nothing but a practical joke being played on me. I felt my face redden with anger, waiting for them all to start lJulyhing at me.

My eyes were almost adjusted to the dim light and I stepped slowly thru the inner door determined not to act embarrassed if this all were nothing but a joke. As I stood in the doorway, I looked down at the always opened hide-a-bed. There she was laying face down totally past out. Red and the others stood around her like the dwarfs looking down at snow white. Red grinned at me and in a low voice said she was out like a light. The others excitedly whispered and giggled. Finally Jimmy began to shout; saying how she’d be out all day just like Red’s father told us she would. So far Red’s old man was right, and now I really didn’t give a damn if what we were going to do was right or wrong. Nor did Tommy and Ed who both protested the most, that this was all wrong. We were all there because of our own foolish egos and fear of being called cowards and not “cool.”

Billy had placed two of his father’s cameras facing toward the old ratty couch at the one end of the room. I checked to make sure the shades on the two windows behind the couch had been pulled down, then I looked up at the ceiling where some nights earlier we, with Red’s fathers help drilled three hooks, in a triangle, into the ceiling just in front of the couch. Billy held up a camera he had around his neck and asked if we should get started. The moment of truth was at hand!

Red looked at me for my reaction. I just shrugged my shoulders. With that he knelt on the bed and began to unbutton the back of her dress. Jimmy had picked up her hat and had placed it on Tommy’s head and went back watching as Red finished undoing the buttons, then taking off her gloves, he told Tommy to put them on, saying he would look more natural wearing them. Tommy gladly did so.

We all smiled board silly smiles as we watched her dress open, exposing her slip. Red stood up and asked Jimmy to help stand her up. Jimmy lJulyhed and said she almost gave him and Red a heart attack when they tried to pull her inside. He was right. She was a load. Both he and Red tried pulling her up off the bed to no avail. Ed and I had to help. Finally, with Red holding her up by one arm and Jimmy the other, I helped them work her dress over her shoulders. Then as I struggled to pull her dress down to her feet, Billy flashed the first picture. Jimmy was groaning and pleading for me to be faster; he was about to collapse. I handed the dress to Tommy, who after taking off her hat and gloves, took it outside and hung it up on a cloths’ line as a signal for Red’s father that all was going as planned.

I took Jimmy’s place and found her limp body to be heavier than I thought it would have been. But with Red’s help the two of us walked her over to the hooks. Ed and Billy had hung the harness we had made to the front two hooks and were attaching the harness to the rope hanging from the hook in the back of the triangle. It was Red and his father’s idea to take belts and make harness; which turned out quite well. I took and slipped the straps of her slip and bra down over her shoulder as did Red, then we each slipped one end of the respective belt under each of her arm pits, we fastened them just as we would have with our own pants. Jimmy had fastened the harness to the rope: As Red and I held her, Jimmy, Ed, Tommy and Billy pulled her up and secured the rope to a hook placed into the window ledge behind the couch.

We stepped back and admired our efforts. Here we had this full grown woman hanging inches off the floor clad only in her slip. Her head slumped forward and her body tilted forward with her arms limply hanging at her sides. As Billy snapped a picture, I couldn’t wait any longer: I stepped forward and dropped to my knees and pulled off her slip. As I pulled if off I stared up into her lovely face with her eyes partially open and wondered if she could see me. For a moment the thought froze me. But when the slip passed down to her waist leaving her two large breasts covered only by a white bra, staring back at me— I could have cared less if she was awake or not. Damn they were big!

Mouths hung half open, tongues licked lips and eyes were wide open with anticipation. Red jumped past me saying to me how he told me she was built bigger than the other mothers and teachers we had talked about — and much prettier. I didn’t debate him this time for he was right, she appeared to have a really big set of tits. Red was almost panting as he grabbed the back of her bra and began struggling with unfastening it. He fumbled and fumed as he fought to get it open— finally it opened.

Holding the bra closed Red stepped to one side of the woman, and with a triumphant yell yanked the bra from her. Out dropped two large mounds of flesh topped by two large and dark aureoles. I let out a loud “Oh wow” as they dropped inches from my face. Everyone cheered and giggled uncontrollably grabbing at erections that suddenly— popped up. Billy clicked off several pictures from as many angles he could while the rest of us talked about her tits and her nipples— especially her nipples.

Finally, with Jimmy’s help, Red began to slowly peel down her panties: As her panties slipped further down you could have heard a pin drop. Then there was a sudden and loud gasp from some of us as her pubic hair appeared. I guess we all were somewhat amazed that there was hair between her legs. Jimmy and Red came over and joined the rest of us onlookers. With Red holding her bra and Jimmy her panties, we stared almost with reverence at the sight. There she was hanging limply with her bare breasts hanging down, her private area–not so private now; clad only in her girdle and nylons. She was quite a beautiful sight indeed.

Sure we all agreed we could not fuck her: that was part of Red’s father’s plan because he knew some of us would have a problem with that, since we all knew her. But then again he said to go ahead and have fun. With that in mind, Red again looked over at me, looking for my reaction. Hell it was no problem. No problem; that is until Ed sighed out loud, and turning to me to tell me how beautiful my mother was!

My mother hung there in all her glory for my friends to see. To be what my friends hoped, would be our sex slave. I don’t know how long I stood there frozen with guilt as I thought back to the night Red’s father told us to get one of our mothers. His logic was that no mother could stop loving her son or let him or his friends get in trouble. He went on to tell us to get pictures— he’d get them developed for us and no one else would see them. Now I realized that he’d see them! Someone asked me if there was something wrong with me. I nodded no and continued to stare at my mother and remembered how the old fox told us that he and his wife would “convince” her to cooperate with us, and let herself be our sex slave. None of us thought to ask how or what he meant by; “convince.” Nor did I volunteer her— we put our mother’s names in a hat. I had almost backed out and was willing to be labeled a “chicken” and lose their friendships. However a fight with my parents ended in my being told by my mother that I couldn’t go on the fishing trip with my dad and brother, made me change my mine. Of course my mother forgave me, but only after my brother and dad left to go fishing for the next two weeks, and made me stay with her instead of sending me to an aunt’s for the two weeks. The rest as they say is history.

Red whispered into my ear about how much she was a mother to him and that he loved her more than his own and still would respect her. As he pleaded his case, I thought how true it was: More mornings found him having breakfast with us, my mother looked after him more than his own parents– that was why it was so easy to get her to drop by on her way to work. Finally the sight of her became too much for me and it was rather easy to agree with him. Besides no one was going to fuck her.

I grinned at him and nodded my head. Red shouted a yes and flew to my mother. He grabbed both breasts and began to rub and squeeze them. His fingers began to play with her nipples. With that I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed one of her breasts and found it to be a most wonderful feeling. Then I touched her nipple with the tips of my fingers then like Red; I held it between my two fingers. Soon all my friends were rubbing and squeezing her breasts, and playing with her nipples.

Red and Jimmy had stepped behind her limp body as my fingers timidly touched her pubic hairs. I stared intently at the hairs until Jimmy shouted to Billy to come back with them and get a picture of this. I looked around my mother and saw Jimmy and Red on their knees. Each held one of her ass checks apart so that the others and Billy’s camera could see her asshole.

Finally Red and I began to explore her pubic area. Our fingers landed on a protrusion of flesh and as we rubbed and stroked it we felt it thicken. Red knelt on his knees along with Jimmy and began to part her most private lips. Jimmy’s hand pulled away in disgust as wetness started to appear. With that I found myself down on my knees, replacing Jimmy. Like Red I took a lip and pulled it apart, even as the slime began to cover my fingers. Red told Tommy and Ed to grab her legs and make like a wish bone with her. With the two boys holding her legs up and wide apart, a moist pink hole appeared. That’s where you fuck; Billy said eagerly taking several pictures. Jimmy stroked the hardened protrusion of flesh and it seemed that with each stroke the hole became wider and wetter.

First it was Red who stuck, one, then two, then three, then four fingers into my mother’s vagina, next came Jimmy, who complained about the gooey feeling, next was Ed and then Tommy who complained even more.

Billy asked me to hold the cameras so that he could finger her as well. I let him, but I couldn’t do it to her.

After she was well explored and her ample white breasts were covered with red blotches, and as her body dripped with sweat from the heat— as did ours— we began to pose with her. Red and I held her legs wide apart for a picture. I had no problem with doing it; after all Red’s father promised that her face would be air brushed out if Billy forgot himself.

When we took her down and plopped her limp body down in Red’s mother’s large over stuffed chair, we were so hot and sweaty that it was necessary for Ed and me to go outside to cool off. Outside wasn’t much better but at least there was some fresh air. Ed pointed to the cloths line where my mother’s dress, bra and panties fluttered in the breeze. Ed had a big smile on his face. When we went back inside the others had, my mother propped up in the chair with each leg hanging over one of the arms and all of them had removed their cloths standing next to her with their youthful erections. Ed and I broke out lJulyhing: however we too were soon naked. We then moved her to the bed where we all posed with her holding her breasts and fingering her vagina.

It was almost noon time and it was time to dress her and leave her on the bed for Red’s parents to find. That was part of the plan. Getting her back into her bra was hysterical and I must admit that Red and I had a grand time doing it.

We all left together and had barely gotten outside when the old fox appeared. He smiled broadly asking if we had fun. I stood back not saying anything and could only listen as the others excitedly described my mother to him. He listened and lJulyhed then took all the film Billy had taken. Then very seriously he told us to tell absolutely no one about what we had done. Not to worry; he was sure that they could convince her not to be mad and to let us use her as our sex slave. As he talked, his three hundred pound wife had come up behind us and went into their flat. Now I began to feel rather bad and full of guilt. I felt worse when she came out and wagged her finger at us telling us how nJulyhty we were.

Suddenly Red’s mother broke into a big fleshy smile telling us, particularly me, that it was all right. She went on to say that if it were her; she wouldn’t care. Then knowing exactly what we’d say, she asked us if we wanted her instead of whom we had. It was rather awkward as we all looked down trying not to puke at the thought. She lJulyhed and told us to run along and come back around 5:00 p.m. then go and meet Red’s father at Jimmy’s fathers drug store.

We went off to Tommy’s mother’s little store behind their house, just across the alley from Red’s, to get some junk to eat. While we were in there, I could see Red’s father coming out of their flat and hurry down the alley carrying a bag with all of Billy’s film. We took what we wanted and headed to a park to play some baseball with some other friends; instead we sat beneath some tall bushes talking about Mrs. S and her big tits. How Mrs. S had hair between her legs. The feeling of Mrs. S wet vagina and how nice her ass was. The idea of talking about my own mother and joking with my closest friends didn’t bother me, but when the talk of her being our sex slave and what they would like to do with Mrs. S, did begin to bother me. More over I began to feel terrible about the fact that Red’s father was going to see my mother naked and the things we did to her. Suddenly the whole thing seemed very wrong.

When the time came to meet Red’s father, we ran as fast as we could and didn’t stop until we came to Jimmy’s father’s drug store, which was well past where we lived. We piled into the store and sat at a table near the counter and waited and waited until Red’s father appeared: From the back of the store he came, along with Jimmy’s father. Jimmy’s father went to talk with a customer, but as he did so he looked over at me and grinned then quickly turned away from me and began talking to the customer. Meanwhile Red’s father sat down at the table pulling out the pictures placing them on the table face down. He told us to gather around him and keep an eye out for any customers that may be coming toward us.

With a dramatic flip of his hand the first picture was exposed to us; there she hung clad only in her slip. They of course got worse from there, but true to his word her face was air brushed out. Still as the others whispered their excited feelings to his questions, I remained passive wondering about the negatives and who developed the film for him. I glanced over at Jimmy’s father who tried to pretend he wasn’t paying any attention to us, and got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I jumped when Jimmy asked me if I agreed that her nipples felt like erasers; I nodded my head yes. For the next fifteen minutes Red’s father explained where we had our hands and we all learned what a “clit” was and what it meant to a woman. Finally he scooped the pictures up to the disappointment of the others, saying that until she okayed it, he had better hold on to them. That of course led me to ask if he had talked to her and “convinced” her. When he said not yet, but that she was going to talk with them later that night, I really became sick and panicked. I was told not to worry; just go home, it was just a matter of my mother knowing exactly what we wanted.

I felt like a condemned man going to his execution as I walked into the kitchen of our apartment. At first I couldn’t look at my mother who stood standing over the stove preparing a supper for us. I managed to say hello, and got no response. But as I went past her she softly said that dinner would be about ten minutes and to go and wash up. As we ate there were very few words spoken, still I began to feel she didn’t know what really had gone on or hopefully had forgiven me if she had already been shown the pictures. She told me that I was not to go out, to take my bath and go to bed: That she had to go out and might be late but not to worry. As I cleaned off the table and did the dishes, she went off and got herself ready to go out. I figured she was going to talk with Red’s parents and had a feeling that everything was going to be all right. Even if she told them all to go to hell, I was certain that I’d get nothing more than a stern lecture and maybe some undesirable tasks to do for the summer. My mother was a very gentle woman who rarely ever raised her voice to us much less her hand. However; if she told my father— I was dead meat: as was everyone else, including Red’s father. My father was a hard working guy that held down two laborers jobs and was built like a bull and just as strong and just as mean when he wanted to be.

When my mother came into the kitchen she was dressed exactly as she was when we “captured” her in the morning. I didn’t say anything about it to her, even though it was unusual for her to wear at night what she had worn that day. She stopped–turned and kissed me, then left.

I found myself in bed around 10 p.m. and my mother still hadn’t come home. I drifted off thinking about the day— the fun and the lJulyhter of it all. Soon I found myself dreaming a recurring dream of my mother and cannibals; after what had happened, the dream took on a great deal of reality which made it even more pleasant. I fell in a deep sleep holding onto my erection and had no fears of what might happen to me in the morning or when she came home.


When I awoke, the sun was just beginning to shine, I heard my mother in the bathroom and suddenly began to wonder if I was going to get killed or what. I didn’t know when she got home or what kind of mood she was in and I wasn’t anxious to find out. I laid in my bed for another hour while my mother began breakfast. Finally I got up enough nerve to go face her.

My mother was standing over the kitchen sink washing some dishes as I sat myself at the kitchen table. She half turned and said good morning to me and told me what there was for breakfast. On the table was her cup of coffee as it was the day before. But this day I had no drug to put into the cup: my mother was still dressed in her silk pajamas, which meant that she wasn’t going to work today. When I asked her about it, she reminded me that she only worked twice a week in the summer. Her answer was friendly and so was the next moments of small talk. I felt a real sense of relief; thinking that she didn’t know what happened, or she told everybody to go to hell and wasn’t going to ever bring it up — that was the kind of mother she was with us.

It was no surprise when Red knocked on the back door. He’d be over with us for breakfast almost every morning in the summer and as I said before, he was like another son to my mother. But when he came in all cheery, my mother coldly greeted him and left the room. Red sat down at the table with me and started to say something, but stopped when my mother came back in. The three of us talked just as always. Still, there was a feeling of tension. Again when my mother left the room Red leaned forward and in an excited almost breathless voice told me my mother was our sex slave! I must have had a dumb look on my face for he told me again and swore it was true.

Still Red knew I wasn’t convinced and was determined to prove it to me. My mother came in and got two plates to put on the table: as she bent over the table, her pajama top hung open a bit. Red’s hand shot up and under her pajama top and found a breast. My mother jumped back and her eyes shot knifes at Red, then at me. Red didn’t bat an eye nor did he stop grinning at her. When he told her we’d like to see her nude, her face reddened and a look of anger crept over it. However, as Red said to her “My Daddy…”: well she took a deep breath and without looking at me told us to follow her into the living room. We both jumped to our feet and almost fell over each other to get to the living room.

We stood there as she closed the shades; then with her back to us she undid her pajama top and slipped it off. It was just a moment or two that she stood there with her back to us, but Red reminded her to take off the bottoms too. You could hear her give a big sigh as she hesitated to do it; then her hands slipped into her pajama pants and off they came. Red elbowed me as her lovely round pink ass was thrust toward us as she bent to remove the pants from around her ankles. Turning around she faced us without saying a word. Her eyes were looking off and past us. Our eyes on the other hand scanned her tits and cunt. It was even better than the day before. I mean here she was a full-grown woman doing what we wanted her to do, with no arguments. And suddenly I really didn’t care that she was my own mother. Not caring: I asked her to put her arms behind her back and bend over. That, I think, made my mother a bit uncomfortable, but she did it. Her tits hung so wonderfully— just as I pictured in my dream. Red then asked her to lay on the open hide-a-bed and spread her legs for us.

Yep she appeared to be our “willing” sex slave, still we couldn’t work up the nerve to touch her. Red; every time he wanted her to do something would start by asking her—Mrs. S……..

Later as I fought my own conscience, Red and Jimmy came over with the others. They told me to ask my mother to let me stay at Eddie’s place for an over night. I thought they were going to ask me to have her come there and get naked for us. That was not the case. I was told that Red’s dad had arranged to take my mother out to a place called “Sam’s Drug store and Recreation Hall”; there she was to perform a strip tease for some stag party. Red went on to tell me that his dad told him we could follow them when he took her there, and he’d let us hide in the back room and watch.

My mother had no problem letting me sleep the night at Eddie’s and even encouraged my older brother to go over to his friend’s house–which he gladly did.

Around ten that night just after my dad left for his second job, we gathered in the entrance way of the apartment building across the way from mine. We watched as Red’s dad waited for my mother. When she appeared, she was dressed in her Sunday best. They headed down the street toward Sam’s with us following a safe distance behind.

Sam’s was only a short way from where we all lived but being out at night made it feel like one great big adventure to some other world. We crossed under the railroad tracks and came to the corner where Sam’s was. Sam’s was the only place open at this hour. The front of Sam’s was like a small drug store, in the back were poker tables and a small bar where men gathered to kill time and get away from day to day worries. Every time my family would take a Sunday walk in the summer, we’d stop in and get an ice cream cone from Sam himself. I’d always watch the poker players that were ever present. My mother would always warn my dad that if she ever cJulyht him in there at night that she’d skin him alive. It became a standing joke, based on a rather seedy reputation that Sam’s had acquired for allowing men to have bachelor parties and smokers there every now and then.

I could almost hear my mother’s voice speaking the words as she and Red’s dad went inside the front door. We ran across the street as fast as we could and around to the side, where as promised the door to the store room was open. We hurried in the storeroom door and cautiously peered around the flimsy curtain that hung between the inner door and the poker tables. The place was filled with choking cigar and cigarette smoke and the poker tables were still occupied with players. My mother stood by Red’s dad as he talked with the little owner Sam. She looked very nervous and uncomfortable. When Tommy pointed out that she was wearing what she wore when she tJulyht our Sunday school class, Jimmy snickered that this wasn’t Sunday school.

Sam told his helper to close the door and came over to where the card players were. He told them he had a special treat for them all. Pointing to my mother, he told them in words that I still can remember to this day. “See that lovely little mother over there. She ain’t no pro, ain’t no whore either. Just a little mother and housewife who has come to entertain us. Going to take it ALL off. ALL–.” With that someone asked him a question that I couldn’t hear. But Sam looked over at Red’s dad who nodded his head and shouted back for a price. With that Sam began collecting ten dollars from each man. One man was a bit angary about having to stop his card playing saying that she better be awfully damned good.

The men parted and let Red’s dad and my mother pass though them. Sam and his helper moved aside most of the card tables. The helper saw us and came over to us. We thought we were going to be tossed out. But he just opened the curtain and told us not to worry, it was pitch black in the store room and if we just sat a foot behind the door opening no one would see us. We did as he told us and sat ourselves down on the floor and readied ourselves for the strip tease my mother was about to perform.

My mother stood right in front of us only a few feet away. She stood momentarily by herself facing all the eager men. Loud noisy music started to play, but my mother just stood there, frozen. Soon the whole place was filled with mad and swearing men. The music stopped and Red’s dad angrily ran up to her, grabbing her by her arms whispered something in her ear.

Again the music started this time she reached back undoing her dress. The dress fell to her feet, after a slight pause, her slip fell to her feet. No, one cared that she wasn’t dancing, they all stared and waited hopefully that she indeed was going to take it ALL off. Bending over to unfasten her nylons from her girdle I over heard one of the men standing next to our door saying that she had to have really big tits. With some pride I thought to myself wait till you see them. My heart pounded with the excitement of it all. The men cheered and lJulyhed as she wiggled herself out of her girdle. The moment of true had arrived for our Sunday school teacher. At Red’s dad’s suggestion she turned her back to the crowd and took off her bra. She stood there and began to sob. After a short pause she slipped her hands into her panties slipping them off. As she did, she had to bend over showing the crowd that wonderfully plump pink ass of her’s. The men went wild. Red’s dad put up his hand and quieted the men. When it was perfectly silent, he told my mother to turn around. “LOOK AT THOSE GODDAMN NIPPLES.” “DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A HAIRY PUSSY BEFORE.” These two comments still ring in my ears every now and then. I was amazed how excited grown men acted at seeing her nipples and pussy. They were just as excited as us twelve year old kids were. Now I realize that it was the 50’s for them also–the age of no public showing of nipples or crotch. The fact that she had big full tits made her just to tempting.

To my shock, a man rushed forward, and picked her up and slammed her onto of the poker table only a foot away from us. His hands and mouth found my mothers tits. I watched in stunned awe as my mother just laid there sobbing not fighting or anything. When the man lifted her legs up and buried his face into her pussy, she just closed her eyes. The man dropped his pants and pulled out a man sized hard-on. I must admit I got excited seeing it. When he pulled my mother forward so that he could start inserting his cock in her I began to get a hard-on to. I was becoming short of breath, with excitement. I could see the cock’s huge head being placed at the opening of my mother’s vagina. I saw it part the lips and slip fully inside her. I watched intently as the cock slipped in and out harder and faster. Then with amazement I watched the cock slip in and out of her cunt with cum covering it.

No sooner had the first man finished fucking her than a second one began. Again I studied intently the matured sized cock as it slipped inside my mother. The third man made my mother stand up and bend over. We could almost reach out and grab her tits. He pulled out his big dick and again I watch the dick first part then enter my mother’s vagina. His pounding against her ass made her tits bounce to our vocal delight as well as the entire crowd of men. As another man laid my mother back on top of the table to fuck her, I thought I had seen it all.

I hadn’t. The next man helped her off the table and made her kneel on the floor. Again she was only a foot in front of us. I remember my mother politely asking the man not to make her do this. I didn’t know what she meant. But as the man pulled out his dick and waived it in front of her face, threatening to beat the shit out of her if she didn’t, she glumly reached up and took his cock gingerly between two fingers. Closing her eyes and gagging a bit she opened her mouth wide.

I remember watching her lips close around the head of the man’s cock almost as if it were in slow motion. As her head rocked back and forth you could see the head of his cock pressing against her cheek. We were so close that we all could hear the slurping sounds she made as she sucked and sucked. Suddenly the man began to force her head harder and faster over his cock. Then with a groan he pulled it out of her mouth shooting a long stream of cum onto her shoulder.

We looked at each other and could barely contain our amazement as the next man made her kneel on all fours, my friends whispered and giggled among themselves. Myself I was too interested in watching the man fucking my mother Rocky style. It was the best of both worlds, as the others soon discovered: you could see the cock slipping in and out, and watch her large and full tits bounce so wildly.

We were kicked out shortly after that and headed back to Eddie’s. Looking over our shoulders we watched some more men go in and heard the doors locked behind them. I don’t know what went on after that, nor do I know what time my mother got home that night. What I do remember was sitting up all night talking about what we had seen, and wondering silently what had happened when my mother went back that night to talk with Red’s parents. I aways wondered what went on and, although Red never said anything, I always figured that he may have had some “fun” that night with my mother, which his parents made him promise never to tell us about.

“Man Lisle you have me wetting my pants! I aways had a thing for an Aunt and a couple of teachers when I was 12, but never dreamt of doing anything so wild.”

“It was just that —-wild.”

“I sat here picturing myself undressing your mother and everything. Hey question. What about the pictures? Did you guys get any back.”

“Ya we did. You know how some had baseball cards to show off? Well we had nude photos of my mother. Her face was either torn off, or blacked out, or we had her in a mask.”

“Where these just the pictures you took when you first stripped her.”

“Some. But we got a lot more though the next few years.”

“Damm! What do you mean the next few years? God how many pictures do you think you took?”

“Don’t really know. There were stag films made of us and my mother. Among others. Along with other things.”

“You’re blowing my mind. Ahhh. Got to ask. Got any pictures to show me?”

“Could be.”

“Don’t lJulyh.”

“Maybe next time. If I can find any. At one point in time I suffered a moral attack and destroyed most all off them.”

“Damn. How about the others? Bet they have the pictures.”

“More than likely. But like my brother who is dead; so is Jim—killed in Viet Nam. Tom and Ed, I lost contact with just years after we lost interest in using my mother. Bill was killed in a car crash some time ago. As for Red he had a stroke some ten years ago and is on his last legs as it were. So if pictures are still around, they have been pasted down to whomever. I suppose there are others out there that have pictures and know of my mother; maybe some day I’ll see something on the internet. Who knows.” “Ever wonder what others knew or know about what you guys did with your mother. In fact what things might have gone on that you never knew about?”

“Ya. Ya, at times I wonder. Like I said I never knew what went on when my mother met with Red’s parents. What was said or done that entrapped her. Of course what happened after we were kicked out of the rec. hall like I told you. There are plenty of stories I’m sure that I don’t know about. I can only tell you what I do know.”

“But Red was there that night. But Red and his parents got really kinky with your mother. Red probably fucked her then, and was fucking her all the time, before you guys knew it.”

“Could be Bob. Could be.”

“Hey you know; you might get lucky and find some letters Red or someone wrote.”

“No big thing.”

“So did you guys fuck her the next day?”

“It’s late. I’ll fill you in some other day. That is if you are still interested.”

“Bastard. Lisle: I’m sitting here, mentally pictureing myself with you as a 12 year old doing what you just told me that you all did with your mother. Do you really think I can wait to hear the rest?”

“Calm down Bob, calm down. Later.”

Games, deals, us and Mother.
A week had past since my mother was made to strip in public and Molestationd. She was not aware that I and my five closest friends had witnessed her first public humiliation, so things between us were quite normal. Normal as it could be, considering she had just bared and posed herself for her son and a friend of his the day before she stripped publicly and got Molestationd. Normal as it could be, considering her son and his twelve years old friends had drugged her, stripped her naked, plaid with her and photographed it all. So the term, normal took on a whole new meaning for my mother and me. We talked without ever bringing up what had happened. I did my chores and obeyed her as before, just as my friends treated her with the same respect and courtesy as before we had “captured her.” This would be the “normal” outward appearance that the world would see.

Although nothing was said between us, we both knew what our roles were, and as my brother and I helped finish the dishes I was about to exercise my new found power as “slave master” over my own mother. Inside I felt like jelly, but at the same time after seeing her fucked in public and sucking cock, made it easy for me to approach her— after my dad left for work, and my brother went out with his friends. To my own amazement I calmly, and firmly told her that my friends and I wanted to play a game the next day. As she folded some towels, you could see her begin to bite on her lower lip. I went on and explained that it was a game of “Cowboys and Indians,” and she was to be the Indian’s captured white woman. She looked at me for a moment as I went on to explain, we wanted her to be nude; then looking away she let out a long sigh. After a moment of silence, she asked me with a rather disappointed tone in her voice, if it was something I wanted her to do. It was obvious that she was hoping that somewhere she would hit on a nerve of guilt and loyalty within me, and that I’d change my mind. But as my cock hardened I nodded my head that I wanted her to do it. When I told her that my friends would be over about 10:00 a.m. she shook her head no, saying that she didn’t want them up in our apartment. Then to my surprise she told me that she’d come down to the storage room instead.

The rest of the night nothing further was said about what I had asked her to do. In fact we talked and joked with each other just as always. For a moment I began to feel guilty about what I had done and was about to do the next day. However, when she told me she had to go out a while and to put myself to bed, I began to picture her walking with Red’s dad back to Sam’s Rec. Hall just like a week earlier. With that in mind I couldn’t wait for the next day.

The next day I was up bright and early on my way out to do my paper route. My brother had gotten up early too and was on his way to a caddying job that he had just gotten, and would take him away for the day. Dad had just left for his day job, leaving mom still asleep on the hide-a-bed. As I looked at her, I thought about removing her pajamas and beginning the day of fun early, but I didn’t have the nerve.

It was almost 10:00 a.m. and we had gathered at the bottom of the steps leading up to our fourth floor apartment. As Eddy bounced a ball against a wall, and Jimmy impatiently walked back and forth, occasionally looking up at the stairs hoping to see my mother coming down; I went over the ground rules— no fucking, any pictures could not be of her face, and be as respectful as possible.

It was twenty minutes later and my mother hadn’t come down. Red told me to go get her. I ran up the stairs skipping every other step and slammed open the back door; yelling for her. She responded in her usual quite and calm manner that she had just finished her shower. Within two minutes she appeared in the kitchen wearing a long terry cloth robe and slippers. She asked me to go out and see who may be around. I did as she told me. When I told her I saw no one other than my friends, she came out and started down the steps, with me following her. Half way down she paused at a railing and looked down at the others. All their eyes were glued on her. The hungry looks on their faces made me smile, and my mother shake her head. The others piled into the storage room, quickly followed by my mother and me.

She told me to close the door and lock it, then politely she asked Billy and Tommy to cover the small window. Once all was taken care of to her satisfaction she undid her robe and without a pause, opened it and let it slip to the floor.

This time, unlike when she bared herself to Red and me in my apartment, she couldn’t just look past us pretending that we weren’t there. No, this time there were six pairs of eyes and six gaping mouths staring at her tits and pussy. For a few minutes we all stood there not exactly sure how to act, then Red simply asked, “Mrs. S. bend over and dangle your tits for us.” You could see her face redden a bit, but she did like Red asked. She stayed that way for only a moment before letting out a shocked squeal after Jimmy grabbed one of the large mounds of white flesh.

Mother straightened up and covered her tits with her arms. Her face showed the look of indignation, but changed to one of resignation as I began to rub her pump ass with my hands. I don’t remember what I said, or how easy it was to pull her arms behind her back. I do remember saying something about her being my “White woman captive,” as I tied her to a post in the middle of the room. I glared into her eyes as I plaid with her tits and nipples, feeling the strangest since of power. She didn’t look away but just shook her head a bit. I felt her press her tits into my hands once and couldn’t help but smile. When I let my hand, drop to between her legs and began to play with her hair, she groaned and asked me not to do that. All that her last request did was to make me more excited, and with some force my hand and fingers began to squeeze her pussy. Now my Mother turned her head and closed her eyes. I invited each one of the others to come and play.

I was on my second turn and was fingering my Mother’s now thickened clit and checking out the oozing goo that began to run down her inner thighs, when we heard someone coming to the storage room door. Panicked and scrambling to untie my mother, the door began to open. Just in time: We had my mother back in her robe and pretended we were helping her find a box. The old lady came in and had no clue as to what had been going on, but by interrupting; gave my mother a chance to dart out the door and back up to our apartment.

I went up after we all had stopped lJulyhing at what had just happened. None of us was sure as just what to expect next. What we did know, was that we didn’t want to stop just yet. With the urging of my friends, I went up to get my mother to come back down.

My mother sat on the couch tight lipped, staring off into space. Her chest heaved beneath her robe, and her head slowly shook side to side. I wasn’t as confident this time when I asked her to come back down to the storage room.

When I asked her, she first looked at me for a moment with her soft Brown eyes, then with a deep breath she stood up and firmly told me— no. I felt my heart sink and my eyes fell to the floor. Suddenly she began to speak.

“Help me open up the hide-a-bed.” As I helped fold the bed out, she continued on. “So. You want your mother to be” she hesitated and glared at me a moment, “To be your sex slave’?” Now all of a sudden I began to feel a bit uncomfortable. “For you. AND all your FRIENDS?” When she put it that way, I really felt like a rat. Then she took off her robe, standing inches in front of me she defiantly went on to say, “Okay, if that’s what you want: Get some rope and tie me to that bed. Get your friends up here to do what you want with me!”

I don’t know what she thought or felt after having said all that, and then having to watch me tear out of the living room to the kitchen to get som e pieces of cord. When I came back into the living room, she was sitting on the bed, looking at me, still shaking her head in disbelief. As I looped a cord around one of her wrists, she made one last request; making me swear not to, or let the others fuck her. But not in those words. After having tied my mother spread eagled to the bed I stood back to admire the awesome view of her nude body. I stared intently at the pinkness of her partially open vagina. I must have been in a trance, and was startled by my mother’s voice telling me it was all right; to go ahead and touch her.

My hands rubbed and squeezed her tits. Again when my fingers plaid with her nipples I felt her push her tits up into my eager hands. I watched her wet her lips, as my hands began to cup her pussy. As my fingers parted the lips on her pussy and my index finger timidly brushed the inside pinkness of her vagina, my mother softly asked me to stop and not to put my finger inside her.

For the time being I left my mother and bolted out the back door like some sort of crazy man. I looked over the railing and down at my friends who were about ready to leave; thinking that my mother had killed me or some sort of thing like that. Waiving my arms for them to come up, I turned and went back into my apartment.

Like flies to honey they descended on her. As they fought to be on the bed with her I stood back and just lJulyhed. Jimmy and Red each pulled at her nipples while Billy took pictures, being careful not to get her face in any of the pictures. Eddy and Tommy took their hands and plaid with her pussy. Billy finally stopped taking pictures and joined in. Mother’s pussy was wide open and again oozing her goo. It was just too inviting. Red’s fingers slipped into the pink wet hole. First two then four; slipping in and out as hard as he could. I know I promised her I wouldn’t let them fuck her, but I didn’t promise her that we wouldn’t finger fuck her. She laid there with her eyes closed as each of us took our turns at the gooey hole. Suddenly her stomach tighten and began to quiver as I took another turn shoving my fingers into her. Then her hips began to twist and raise up and down. The muscles of her vagina tighten hard against my fingers. Finally her whole body bounced and twisted and low moans and groans came from her mouth.

Laying there panting and sobbing; without opening her eyes she asked me to stop and send the others home. I did as she asked. Leaving her tied to the bed I walked with the others to the kitchen. We all were lJulyhing and smiling at what we had accomplished.

For the rest of the summer the scene at my apartment would be repeated at each of the others homes. All that is except Red’s. My mother absolutely refused to go there with us. And we all knew why!

Less than a week after our first time with my mother, I had been out playing baseball with Red and some friends at a park near by; it was evening and getting dark so we were heading home. As we walked Red asked how long my brother was staying at our cousins. Since I hadn’t told him that he was going to be staying at our cousins, I asked how he knew. Red just lJulyhed as he told me how his dad got my mother to arrange times when she could stay out very very late. Business you know, Red finished, lJulyhing a bit. Business you know he said; no I didn’t know. So Red told me that when my mother told me go to bed, and that she was going to be out late tonight, just to bet that his dad was pimping her at their flat. Somehow I knew it was true, and I guess I really didn’t care, but still I had to say that I didn’t believe him. Naturally he was willing to prove it to me.

True enough; mother told me to get myself to bed, that she’d be out—late. Just like Red said she would tell me. Just like she did a time before, she dressed and left, after checking to see if I was asleep.

This time I followed her. Just like Red said she went to Red’s flat.

All the lights in the flat were on, the shades were drawn but you could see shadows of some people that already were there. I saw the door open; you could hear loud music along with the voices of Red’s mother and some men. I heard Red’s dad heartily greet my mother and heard him shout that the entertainment had arrived. As the door was closing I could hear the men inside give out whistles and cat calls. No more than a couple of minutes later, another man showed up. As he went in, Red was sent out.

When I called out to him, Red came running over waiving a ten dollar bill. The money was for him to go amuse himself. As I stared at the flat with some mixed emotions, I asked Red how long did he have to be gone. He replied that my dad got home about three; so since it was just ten now—about four hours.

How did he amuse himself I asked. With that question he grabbed me by an arm. He led me to the steps of his two flat where we had gathered many nights before, dreaming of having a sex slave’. We paused as another man walked past us and up to the door to Red’s flat. Then quietly we slipped between two tall Lilac bushes placing us at one of the front windows of the apartment. There we could listen to the men and their joking over the loud music. The shade was drawn, but it didn’t take much to make out the figure of my mother removing her cloths. Shortly her figure disappeared and the voices quieted. My thoughts as to what was going on inside were interrupted by Red who tapped on the window. Moments after his tapping, I heard his mother say how hot it was inside and that she was going to open one of the windows a bit. Her huge figure loomed at the window and the shade went half way up and then the window opened a bit.

The music was off now and amid the low mummers of some men, you could hear the hide-a-bed squeak and groan. As we looked in as best we could, we could every now and then see a man on top of my mother. I watched a man get up and put on his pants as my mother and Red’s mother went into the bathroom. The man lit up a cigarette and told the others “She’s a good fuck!”

The thought occurred to me as another man left, having been well satisfied, that anyone could see what was going on inside. As two more men came into the flat I was thinking how dangerous that might be. Again my thoughts were interrupted by Red, who jerked on my arm with great excitement. We ran as fast as we could to the door, which Red had seen left open.

Sure enough the door was wide open, and we were able to stare inside though the outer screen door. There off to one side was Red’s dad collecting money from the new arrivals. Directly in front of us was the hide-a-bed with my mother on top of a rather portly man. You could see her asshole, and watch her as her pussy slid up and down on the man’s cock. When someone closed the door, Red and I took a walk down the dark alley towards Jimmy’s house. I don’t know why, but I got mad at Red and his parents, and started pushing my friend around. I was pissed that his dad was pimping my mother, but what I really wanted to know was that all he was doing. Red said something and I hit him. Definitely he told me, that his dad could make my mother do anything he wanted her to do–anything! Then he started to add, my dad and I, but cJulyht himself and quickly, if not awkwardly, said that Jimmy’s dad could make her do anything he wanted her to do also.

I didn’t believe him about Jimmy’s dad, Red told me that we’d talk with Jimmy the next afternoon. As for his dad; I mumbled that my mother might whore for him, but that was all she’d do for him. As I calmed down, I told my best buddy that I was sorry, he nodded his head and told me it was alright; yet I found out later that he never really forgave me, and was planning his own form of pay back at my mother’s and my expense.

It also helped my friend’s bruised ego to find his dad and four other men standing in a circle, in his backyard amid the tires, and broken toys. All the men were drinking and all the men had their pants down to their ankles. A dim porch light from above made it just light enough to see what was going on. Like us, anyone coming down the alley could see them with my naked mother on her knees, sucking each man as she pivoted around to each man’s cock. After each man managed to cum, Red’s dad took down his pants. Ordering my mother on her hands and knees; then opening the circle of men so we had a full view of what he was about to do, he shouted to his wife that he was ready. The dim light gave way to the brightness of two bright head lights of a car. As he fucked my mother, I could hear the faint hum of a movie camera. I could hear Red’s mother telling him to make her tits bounce more. Then per his wife’s instructions, he made my mother kneel and suck him until he came in her face.

Red smiled ear to ear. He didn’t have to say a word; he had proved his point. When the car lights went off, the men pulled up their pants and left. My mother went back inside with Red’s parents. Red told me it was over and I better get home. He also reminded me that we would talk to Jimmy that afternoon.

That afternoon with the others, Red and I met with Jimmy at his house. Red told them all about the night before, and what he had told me about Jimmy’s father being able to do with my mother whatever he wanted to do, just like his dad could.

Jimmy smiled ear to ear and gleefully told me my mother had just gone inside. Then with Jimmy leading on, we entered the house as softly as we could, only to be greeted by Jimmy’s noisy and nosey twin sister. To shut her up; and anxious to see what was going on, Jimmy told his sister she could come with us, if she swore not to tell anyone.

We slowly, and as quietly as we could, walked down some stairs and hid ourselves behind a couch and a half wall. We arrived just in time to see Jimmy’s dad sit himself in a chair; lighting a cigarette he called out my mother’s name. As my mother appeared he picked up a camera and snapped a picture. She was totally nude.

Mounting a stationary bike she began to pedal at various speeds that the man wanted her to go.

Sweating and panting she dismounted the bike, and as instructed, started to do jumping-jacks. Her tits bounced up and down forcing low groans from all of us– including myself. She stopped and was allowed a brief period to rest–very brief. She faced us as she began her toe touches, as her fingers touched the floor she was told to count to twenty before straightening up. Very obediently she turned her back to us and started doing more toe touches. Her pussy and her tighten ass was a sight to behold, and I like the others rather enjoyed it.

What I didn’t enjoy was listening to Jimmy’s fathers obscene comments about her. My mother didn’t say anything back to him, which angered me– hell I figured she should have defended herself and told the man to go to hell, then leave. But she didn’t. The next thing took my breath away and turned my attitude around. Jimmy’s dad stood up and walked over to where my mother stood— still bent over. He took his hands and began to rub her ass for all of us to see. He took great pains to spread her ass apart and show us her asshole. Then to the amusement of the others he began to finger fuck her.

When the snickering became to loud, and with Jimmy’s sisters talking, my mother stood straight up in horrified anger, and began to run out of the room. Jimmy’s dad grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around telling her that it was from outside. As he told her, he fondled her tits. Finally he told her that he’d “help her clean up”; then he gestured rather frantically for us to get out of there.

They headed towards us heading too another room. Most of us darted back up the stairs. Most that is— for Jimmy’s sister went into the very room they where heading for. I cJulyht a glimpse of her scurrying underneath a table. I heard the door to the room close and wondered what was going to happen when my mother discovered little Maddy inside the room with them.

Outside both Jimmy and Denny reminded me that they told me so. Even now, Jimmy told me that his dad was probably fucking my mother. I was numb with anger towards my own mother for letting this happen to her.

We had headed ourselves back down the alley— I didn’t want my mother to see us, nor did I want to see my mother. As we stood in the alley between Denny’s and Tommy’s talking about what we had seen, my mother came walking down towards us closely followed by Maddy. She didn’t look at us and pretended not to see us as she turned towards our apartment building. Maddy, however, came running over to us and breathlessly exclaimed; she had seen something!

Sure she had something to say, but I was in no mood to hear about anything and told her in most unpleasant terms that send her running home in tears followed by her brother. It would be two years later– after the first time I had tJulyht her how to suck cock– that she related how she had hid under the table, how my mother stood leaning on the table with her legs spread wide apart. How she watched her daddy stick his fingers into her bottom: but mostly how her daddies “Johnny” got bigger, longer and harder!! Then how he shoved his “Johnny” in and out of her bottom. How they rocked the table until this white cream came dripping down my mother’s thighs– how her daddies “Johnny” slipped out all covered and dripping the white cream. She would go on to tell me, that she would continue to hide under the table whenever my mother and her daddy would “do it”— sometimes her face would only be inches from her daddies “Johnny” as it would go in and out of her bottom. Then one time as she waited for her daddy to stick it in Mrs. S, he reached down and took hold of her hand and placed it around his “Johnny” and had her help him stick it into Mrs. S. From that time on; any time her dad and my mother would “do it” she’d fondle her daddies “Johnny” until it got harder, then she’d part my mother’s vagina and stick it in her for her daddy.

That night I laid in bed thinking things over and found myself getting more and more aroused by the fact that my mother was being publicly fucked. I ran though my mind the scene at Red’s flat, with all those men watching, and paying to fuck her in front of each other. Although I hadn’t seen it, Jimmy told me that his dad also pimped’ my mother in the back of his drug store to vendors and customers as well. I had no doubt that Jimmy was telling me the truth. But what excited me the most was the way Red’s old man had taken my mother outside and did her where anybody passing by could watch him and the other men getting their cocks sucked, and watch as Red’s dad fucked her Rockygy style.

The very next day started our first money making adventure. We all had nude pictures of my mother and had began to show them to others, careful of course not to let her identity be known. For a dollar we’d let others gawk and drool over the pictures. Soon we had others begging to have us show them the real thing.

Seeing the real thing and maybe feeling her tits would cost them five bucks each. We were amazed how many takers we had! We took my mother to a movie theater away from our area. A theater that had a dark balcony!! In the 50’s you could make out all you wanted in the dark theaters, especially in the balcony. It was a matinee show with two cowboy pictures showing. Normally the balcony would be closed, but this afternoon, it would be open for us, thanks to two of the older boys that worked as ushers.

The balcony was rather large and to this day I am amazed how many showed up. I sat to one side of my mother and Red to the other. As soon as the lights went down and the movie came on, I reached over and began to unbutton her blouse. She protested. But as always, Red simply told her “Mrs. S my dad said…”, with that my mother leaned forward in her seat and let him undo her bra. For awhile Red and I plaid with her tits and nipples, until she felt comfortable with the idea that none could see us. I got up and Tommy took my place. Then Red got up and Jimmy took his place. After a while my mother simply choose to close her eyes and not pay attention to what was going on. It was a very long time before she realized that half of guys in the balcony had been feeling her tits. When she did realize, she closed up her blouse and got up to leave. Naturally this made the other half a bit unhappy. Fearing that they’d get the crap kicked out of them Jimmy, Billy, and Red grabbed her before she could get out of the row we were sitting in. Forcing her down in the end seat they took her blouse and pulled it over her head as Eddy and I held her arms above her head. There my mother sat topless for all to see and feel.

After the movies were over we rushed out with my mother so no one could get a good look at her face. I hung back making sure no one followed, which proved out to be a lucky move. One of the older ushers approached me and asked if he and a bunch of his buddies could see my mother completely nude. The money was right; I got his phone number and told him I’d call him about when and where.

We took my mother to Jimmy’s garage a couple of days later where the usher and his buddies were waiting. Before going in I had my mother put on a mask. With that she knew what was going to happen, but she made no complaints or protests–she just went inside. Once inside she didn’t hesitate in removing the top of her dress and then her bra. She did need some help getting out of her skirt and needed to be restrained by Red and Billy as Jimmy pulled off her panties.

We suddenly were very busy with requests, and were enjoying the new found side business of exhibiting a naked grown woman. We were now taking her to various basements, attics, garages, theater balconies, men’s rooms, public parks (heavily wooded of course) and even at private beach houses. Depending on the crowd, and what we made; as well as the mood we were in, we would let them just see her tits. Then at times we’d let them see her totally nude. Almost always we’d let them feel her tits, and sometimes her ass; but rarely, very rarely did we let someone finger her pussy. No her pussy was ours, and only ours. If someone wanted to examine her pussy one or more of us would spread her open for their eyes. Most all times she was tied, which I suppose made it easier for her to cooperate with us, since she had no choice as it were. When we had her tied we let the crowd decide how they wanted her posed. We did the best we could to please them all. It lead to some unusual poses!!!

Between us, Red’s parents, and Jimmy’s dad; my mother was a busy woman. She would have been a lot busier if we all hadn’t had to work around my dad and my brother. Unfortunately for her this was about to change; when my parents got an offer from an aunt to have my brother go to a military school with our cousin. My aunt was willing to foot half the bill. In my dad’s eyes the choice was easy—since he considered my brother a bit of a problem. If he only knew! Then shortly afterwards, to my mother’s dismay and many heated protests, my dad took a job that would keep him out of town for almost three weeks a month at times. Again the choice was easy for him–no more two jobs, more money; and within two years we could move from the city. School came and my brother was gone. My dad had just started his new job, and was gone a week and would be gone another week. Already Red’s father took advantage of the new availability of my mother. Soon he had found a sleazy bar that let him pimp my mother in a back room. The room faced out into an alley with its large barred frosted window. With the lights on you could see the shadows of what went on inside the room. Every now and then I’d sit outside with the winos and watch the men’s shadows as my mother fucked them or sucked their cocks. This place along with Red’s flat allowed Red’s parents twice the time with my mother. For Jimmy’s dad things with my mother were just fine; the only change he made was to bring my mother over to their garage on Saturday mornings and share her with his brothers-in-law. As for us, it also was easier to get access to my mother for our own plans. And things were about to change. One evening after school was out, we were walking my mother to another garage for another group of kids. On the way we had to pass our school. Red ran up to one of the doors and found it open. As he waived for us, I could almost sense what he had in mind, and started to get a hard on thinking about it. I turned to Billy and asked if he had his camera. Billy smiled from ear to ear knowing why I asked. Now I seriously believe my mother believed us when we told her, we just wanted to get some books from our class room. As we walked the three flights of stairs we listened for the janitors, but heard no one.

Once in our classroom we turned on the lights, for it was now dark outside, then told my mother to take off her cloths. Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head, but only in disbelief. She asked us to pull the shades. We said no, since we looked out over the school yard there was no point to do so. Soon she was nude and standing at the blackboard as if she was pointing to a math problem. We had her sit at each one of our desks as best as she could. Red had her bend over his so her tits would dangle just above his books. We had her posing, bent with her ass facing the class, over the teachers desk. We had her posing facing the class, sitting in the teacher’s chair. We had her sit on top of the teacher’s desk with her legs spread and her knees up. As she sat in this position and the pinkness of her pussy showed itself, I think we all began to fantasize that it was our new teacher; who was a young beautiful thing. We made my mother walk nude though the hall and down the steps taking pictures all the way. We took some final pictures in the principals office before letting her dress. As she dressed Eddy said it all for us, when he said that he wished it had been Miss J. instead of Mrs. S. Jimmy finished the thought, by saying if it had been Miss J. we could have fucked her.

We decided not to go meet the others, instead we went back to my apartment. The walk back was strangely silent. Once back inside we began to fantasize over Miss J.—and fucking. My mother came into the kitchen where we had gathered; we all just looked at her as we stopped talking. For a few moments she looked at us; then began to unbutton her blouse.

To this day I’m not sure what happened, and I have tried at times to figure it out. But after forty years I guess I’ll stop trying. My mother very calmly told the others to wait in the kitchen, then told me to follow her into the living room. As I followed her, she told me to pull the shades down and help her get the hide-a-bed sat up. Once this was done she began to remove her cloths; then she told me to remove all my cloths. I had seen my mother nude. I knew ever part of her intimately. I had seen her Molestationd and fucked in all sorts of positions. I even watched her sucking cock. Still, I was embarrassed to be nude before her. With her helping me, we finally stood totally nude. Then with a very firm voice she told me to bring Red in and only Red.

The looks on my friend’s faces were ones of embarrassed amusement when they had to look at my nakedness. I got Red, and told the others to wait in the kitchen. When Red and I came into the living room we found my mother sitting on the edge of the bed. She told me to sit on the couch and watch. With a motherly smile, she told Red to undress and pretend she was Miss J. Red almost ripped off his cloths. I watched from the couch as Red and my mother wrestled on the bed. She kissed his body and responded to his lips as they sucked on her nipples. Her fingers rubbed his hard cock. Then getting on her all fours she told Red, but looked at me as she did, “I know this is your favorite position. AND I KNOW you know what to do!” Red mounted her and I watched my best friend’s cock slip inside my mother’s pussy. Red hammered and hammered himself into her, until with excited words of “OH FUCK OH FUCK!!” he shot his first load of cum into a female.

Panting, Red lay on his back lJulyhing with enjoyment. My mother bent over and kissed him on the forehead, then told him to dress and go home. As she pointed him to the front door, she looked at me saying nothing. When Red left she told me to get Jimmy.

The scene was the same, except she laid on top of Jimmy. I could see his small cock slide inside of my mother’s pussy, but I could barely see the rest of Jimmy. Except I could hear his slurping as he sucked on her tits. Jimmy came, and he too laid panting on the bed, but silently with a big smile on his face.

Tommy was next. My mother had to explain, as she would with Eddy, on how to do things. Tommy and Eddy both were nervous wrecks when they started, but when my mother wrapped her legs around them and stuck their cocks in her—well they changed. Billy was last. Like Jimmy and Red, he knew what to do. Unlike Jimmy and Red, when he had cum and laid panting on top of my mother; instead of just smiling or lJulyhing he began to sob and thank her. My mother stroked his head for a moment then pushed him off her and told him to dress and go home.

As the front door closed on Billy, and my mother went into the bathroom, I began to get as excited as I ever had been, and maybe have ever since. I wondered what it was going to be like, and how it was going to be after we fucked. I wondered if I could sleep with her when dad and my brother were gone. My hopes were higher than ever before. But when my mother came out of the bathroom all dressed, and asked me what I wanted for dinner, I almost broke out into tears.

As I sat there at the kitchen table watching her prepare dinner she began to talk about each of my friends, and how they were. Every now and then she’d ask me if I agreed, and how I enjoyed the shows. I was stunned, angered and totally dumbfounded. I really had no clue as how to react to what had happened, and apparently what was not going to happen. I did know, as I was putting myself to bed that my balls ached unbelievably.

For awhile I laid in bed mad as hell at my mother, and planning on selling her to some cannibals and watching them do their thing with her. I was about to beat myself off, but when the door of my bedroom opened I stopped. My mother came in from her bath, still drying herself off. The smell of her bath salts still linger in my mind today. At first she sat at the foot of my bed, softly talking about what had been going on. I mean everything. How she knew what we had done when we drugged her. How the pictures we took could destroy her and dad. About how she felt about us doing what we were doing. How mad she was about it all. How she didn’t know how she was going to stop it–if she could. Then she explained why she fucked my friends–in front of me. It was her way of hurting me. But she added, she knew it was only a matter of time before we all would want to do her’. That I may have done her’ with the others–which would be wrong since she was my mother. With that I let out an involuntary groan.

She stood up with a little lJulyh and bent over me. As her big lovely tits dangled close to me I reached up and began to fondle one. I heard her begin to speak and felt the sheet covering me being pulled off. As she reached down and pulled my shorts off exposing my erection, I vaguely remember her saying something about alleviating my physical pain. What I vividly remember was my mother’s soft fingers firmly grasping my cock. Then her head going towards my cock. How her wet hair hung down. How her hot wet tongue first touched my aching cock, and how my body tensed in excitement. I watched her head bob up and down on my cock as I felt her tongue and lips press and caress it. As I felt my cock load up to explode, I fought back the urge to cum so I could enjoy my mother’s mouth eating my cock. The more I tried to prolong it, the more my body began to jerk. I found my hands holding onto her wet head, involuntarily urging her to suck harder and faster. Mother must have sensed it to, now her fingers began to work the wet shaft of my over cum stuffed cock, and her lips and tongue moved faster. Finally my whole body jerked, and I groaned in delight as I felt my cum exploding out into my mother’s mouth. As I came and came my mother didn’t take her mouth off my cock like she would with some stranger.

I laid exhausted, and watched my mother take the wet towel she had brought in with her, and place it to her mouth. Then as I closed my eyes I felt her wiping my now softening cock off with the towel. I felt like Red and Jimmy with their big smiles and lJulyhter, and yet like, Billy who just wanted to thank her for the experience of a life time. With all the emotions of the moment, I apologized for what I had done and that I was going to stop what was going on.

After I said that; my mother stood up and calmly, told me that it wasn’t our faults, that we were misled by Red’s dad and others. As for stopping what was going on, she sadly sighed that neither her or I could stop things—just yet. With that she told me to go to sleep that she would be out for a while. I was so relaxed and exhausted that I fell asleep without thinking or dreaming about sex that night.

As I said, from that day on things changed. My friends were fucking my mother almost daily up in my apartment. Sometimes I’d watch, but usually not. Now, at some of the get togethers, we arranged– for a special price: One of my friends to fuck my mother, who’d be tied either across some table or old bed or whatever was available. And without my mother knowing it we’d let the guy who paid the special price’— fuck her as well. Hell, I figured as long as she was fucking other men she wouldn’t mind doing someone our age. Now; the special price I refer too, was a payment of three nude pictures of someone they knew— mother, aunt, cousin, or sister. In later years some of these pictures that my mother fucked for, paid off for us rather well. As for me, I kept her wish and refrained from fucking her. For her part she’d regularly suck me off. I think I was the only boy who never got a good night kiss from his mother, but got a good night blow job instead.

By the end of the school year, and most of us had turned thirteen a strange thing was happening. We were getting bored. Not of sex. No we all were getting plenty. In fact two of the pictures we got from some guys for fucking my mother paid off. We had two girls our age who spread their legs for us whenever we wanted. Now I was getting fucked and still getting my good night blow job. No we were getting bored with my mother. As Red put it, there had to be more fun to be had, as well as more money to be made.

“How much money do you think you made?”

“Hell Bob I don’t know. Not that much, split between the six of us. Besides we did it for the thrills more than anything. It was exciting just to watch the other kids faces.”

“How about the pictures. You got a couple of girls right away. Any grown women?”

“Some of the pictures of a couple of aunts and one mother, where Rockys. About five others were of girls younger than us. Later we got all five for various activities–as it were.”

“Didn’t you guys ever worry about getting cJulyht. I mean, hell Lisle you got her naked in theaters, and other public places.”

“We were young and stupid. What can I say. That was half the thrill!”

“Okay. Red’s parents and Jimmy’s dad were pimping you mother. Did they get kinky like at Sam’s Rec?”

“Oh they did some bondage with her. But you wouldn’t want to harm the golden pussy would you?”

“Lisle; you can’t tell me that Red’s parents didn’t know that your mother fucked their little boy.”

“Ya. From that time on, Red and his dad would fuck my mother together– at times. Of the others only Red got a blow job from my mother, and only when he was fucking her with his dad. Jimmy’s dad let him have a couple of cousins join him in fucking my mother whenever Jimmy had them over at their house. Billy and Eddy never told their parents. In fact I don’t think their parents ever knew what was going on. Tommy on the other hand… Well Tommy and his parents, rather his mother surprised me. I didn’t think his parents—mother knew. But I was wrong. Once I went over to get Tommy for something, don’t recall what. But I found him under a basement shower with my mother. As he soaped and plaid with my mother; his mother sat on the steps intently watching. When Tommy’s mother saw me she simply told me to take off my cloths and join her son and my mother. Later Tommy told me my mother, and his mother would disappear for awhile. Figure it out for yourself.” “Did you shower?”


“When did the real kinky and sadistic things start?”

“Well like I said, all though the school year everything was okay. But at the beginning of summer we were bored. And it’s late. I’m tired. Bring some more beer and we’ll talk next time at the lodge.” “Damn Lisle why must you leave me hanging like this. Every damn time.”

Selling Mother to the Sadistic Butcher Shop Owner
I had promised Bob that I’d finish the story of my mother, and probably could have done an adequate job without coming up to the cabin that Red had purchased some years ago; then passed on to his son. Yet I figured Bob would appreciate some visuals to go along with the ending. As one would guess, the cabin held the visuals that would put all that I had told him into proper prospective.

“I talked with Red’s kid,” I told Bob as I got out of the car, “Very trusting fellow.”

“Hope he has some beer inside,” Bob replied “I’m dry as a bone. But I’m wide awake and wanting to hear it all. Even if it takes all fucking night.”

“Well maybe I won’t have to talk to much,” I told him unlocking the front door. I bid him follow me and took him to a den in the back of the cabin. Flicking on a light, I listened to Bob let out a long low whistle of excitement.

Adorned on all the walls were pictures of nude women, and young girls. Some in good taste, others pure pornographic. I left Bob to gawk and work himself into a burning sweat, and went to the kitchen and got us a six pack of beer.

As I came back into the den Bob looked over his shoulder at me, “Some of these pictures are very old,” pausing to gather his thoughts, “Ah would you say any came from the 1950’s?”

I lJulyhed at his sudden awkwardness. I walked over to one picture of a nude woman posed for a cheese cake photo. “This picture was taken for a burlesque theater on State Street in Chicago. Now it couldn’t be displayed on the street. You see — shows her nipples and pussy. Couldn’t show those things back then. But just inside. Just barely inside; so when the doors where held open for any length of time. Well you get the idea. Now of course she couldn’t be like that on stage–it was against the law. Of course it was. Well maybe, just maybe, with the right cops on the beat. Just maybe you’d see her.”

“Can I guess?” Bob smiled from ear to ear. “This your mother?”

I shook my head yes and guided him to another where she was on her all fours. Bob studied it for a long while before saying anything. “Damn you weren’t bull shitting. She was one fine lady. With big fucking tits. I mean not sloppy fat tits…”

“I get the point,” I said sitting down on a chair watching Bob’s head spin around in excitement.

“Shit,” Bob said excitedly, “This is you and your buddies with her, isn’t it!”


“Damn you guys had the world by the tail. Your mother’s tail, that is! So what came next?”

“Well like I was telling you we were bored. Bored with sex with my mother, that is.”

“That’s nuts. How the fuck could you get bored with a nice body like that?”

Yet as the six of us sat on Red’s front steps that long ago summer night remembering the fun we had the past year at my mother’s expense it was apparent that something was missing, somehow we were actually bored. Bored not so much with sex. No more with my mother than anything.

We had used her as a way to deal ourselves into getting new willing “sex” partners. For pictures of my mother, or having my mother perform for other guys around our age bracket, we were able to get some pictures in exchange, of their sisters, cousins, and even a couple of aunts. Now some of the pictures we had to wait until the girls matured more, but some paid out right away. We were getting sex from a couple of high school seniors and an eighth grader on a regular basis. In all fairness they were not bad looking either.

So the guys, as well as myself, were getting plenty. It was probably easier for the guys; because the girls were closer to our age, so when they fucked they didn’t feel intimidated. I guess. Also, although no one said it; there was a bit of deep guilt at what we had done. All except Red. As time went on that summer the others would see less and less of my mother.

As another man walked out of Red’s rundown flat, zipping up his pants, Jimmy said there went another happy customer thanks to my mom. In fact my mother was inside fucking and sucking for Red’s parents; who were still making a fairly decent profit with my mother as their whore.

Jimmy’s dad too, still used my mother to help him pay off vendors in the back of his drug store.

With his comment Jimmy excused himself and went home. Very shortly it was only Red and me sitting on the steps. Another couple of men left the flat lJulyhing and talking loud enough about my mother’s pussy that most of the block must have heard them. I let out a string of words that would have made a sailor proud, and finishing by yelling –Assholes– at them.

Red shook his head and told me how his parents and Jimmy’s dad where going to ruin it all. I had to agree, they were doing to much and using my mother to often, I was certain, that if the law didn’t interfere, my dad would. Either way there would be hell to pay.

As we talked, Red pointed out how they were making money off of our “sex slave”, and what did we get. I reminded him of the pictures we had swapped for, and the results. He simply pointed out we could have done that anyway. I thought a moment, and told him maybe we should pimp her ourselves. Red shook his head, saying that’s risky and that was not where the big money was. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to ask how much money his parents where making off my mother’s body. To my shock he figured they might make a couple of hundred each time. But then they’d pay half to someone for some type of protection.

Red had something on his mind, and he was leading me on to where he wanted me to be. That was becoming clearer as he talked. No; he went on, the big money was to be made in movies and kinky parties.

Kinky parties and movies. The idea stirred something in me as Red knew it would, but he knew what he was about to say would really get my attention. He asked me; how I’d feel if his parents and Jimmy’s dad could not touch my mother ever again. He knew damned well how I hated the idea of her being whored by strangers, to strangers. It was one thing when we did it; at least I’d be there for her if anything went wrong, and I could guarantee that she’d not be recognized.

When I asked how he could stop his parents and Jimmy’s dad from bothering my mother. He said two words that made my mouth drop open and my heart race. Mr. H!

Mr. H: Red explained, had connections and could arrange the films and parties. He could stop my mother from being whored by his parents and Jimmy’s dad. All we had to do was make sure my mother did what he wanted her too do. We’d be working for him, by getting my mother to cooperate. We’d be well paid, both money, and sex with some very beautiful women.

The problem I was having; was that Mr. H was the old man living in the apartment below us. All our young lives we were all told never to go into his apartment or be alone with him. He was crazy. He also may have killed three young girls; although never proven. At times there were strange goings on in his butcher shop at night, which made people believe he was holding devil worship rites. Bottom line was; he was the bogeyman!

He was the bogeyman. Yet the next morning found Red and myself walking into his butcher shop. My mouth was dry as a bone and my stomach was in knots as we asked his assistant for him.

Mr. H was a smallish somewhat fail looking man that always reminded me of Adolf Hitler. He rarely smiled and always had a cold look about him. But this day was different. He was all smiles as Red told him that I agreed to work for him. Somehow I managed to interrupt and clarified things by saying; only if he could stop Red’s parents and Jimmy’s Dad from bothering my mother. That if no one bothered her for the next month, I’d work for him. For the first time I heard him lJulyh. For the first time I found him—likable.

Before we parted, Mr. H put his arm around my shoulders and walked us outside. As we walked, he told me everything would be alright, that at the end of the month’s time we agreed upon; he’d have a job for us. Then slipping $50 in my hand he told Red and me to be especially kind to my mother.

The month came and went. Just like Mr. H promised no one bothered my mother; much to her delight. For the first time in a long time she seemed relaxed and cheerful again. She had no idea what was coming next. Neither did I.

Standing outside his apartment, Mr. H was waiting for me to come down the stairs. He asked me to enter his apartment, but old fears are hard to let go and I declined his offer. Standing there somewhat nervously I listened as he told me he had already talked with Red and would tell me the same things he told him.

We were told to get mother to take us to this semi-private swimming pool and see a man named “Ted”. I asked what was going to happen and got the smug answer–maybe nothing; or maybe something that will make you $500. He went on to tell me not to let my mother think anything was going to happen and to be especially nice for the next week, before taking her to the pool.

Red and I waited until we found out my dad would be going out of town; then we asked my mother to take us to the pool that Mr. H wanted us to go to.

That Monday we arrived at the pool around 3 p.m. My mother went into the women’s locker room and we went to the men’s. We got out first and asked around for “Ted”, only to find he had not arrived. The three of us swam and played happily around; now and then Red would try to find Ted. It just about 5 p.m. and my mother was getting ready to take us home. I thought to myself nothing was going to happen, not here at least. Just then a deep voice from a rather fat man introduced himself as, Ted.

As Red jumped out of the pool Ted asked what we wanted. Red tried his best to be so bold about what he wanted to say: But with a nervous and breaking voice, told the man that Mr. H told us that if we brought my mother here, that he (Ted) would give us $500. Ted just glared back and said is that so; then asked where my mother was. When Red pointed to her, the man let out a low whistle of approval. He told Red to go with him, and for me to stay with my mother.

It had been only fifteen minutes or so, when a public address speaker blared out the instructions: All non boy’s club members were to now leave the pool; that the pool was now closed to the public. Many people began to leave, as did my mother. She looked around for my friend for awhile until she was one of the last women to be in the pool area. Finally she told me to wait for him, and she’d be back after she got dressed.

I don’t know what kind of boy’s club it was, but I suddenly was painfully aware that I was the only minority there—one poor little white boy among a pool full of black boys around my age and younger. It seemed like an eternity as I waited for my mother and Red to return. It was obvious to me that something was going on with my mother, and I expected them to be back soon with Red telling me all the details.

Another fifteen minutes had past and another announcement to leave the pool came blurring loud and clear. Two of the life guards that were left rounded us up and headed us all off noisily to the men’s locker room.

Great, I thought to myself, I’m left behind, and these black guys seem to be bumping into me on purpose. Needless to say my friend better had gotten our $500!

Going inside, it was loud, noisily and a bit scary for me. Then the loud noisily talking became a bit hushed mingled with snickering and fingers pointing towards the ceiling.

My mouth dropped open as I stood staring up at the ceiling. My mother hung suspended in her bathing suit just out of reach. She hung there with her arms out like an airplane. Ropes held her arms up by her wrists and elbows. Her legs were tied together at the knees and ankles. There were two ropes that held her legs up. There was no gag in her mouth, but she made no sound–still you could tell she had been crying. Beside her, on top of a high step ladder sat Red.

Red looked over at the fat man –Ted: Who with two others held cameras filming everybody. With a nod from Ted, Red unzipped the back of mother’s swim suit; then with a big smile pulled it down towards her hips. Her two milk white tits fell free and dangled down towards us like two huge pinyatas meant to be broken open. All hell broke loose as every one of the kids jumped up and tried to grab one. Her tits jumped and bounced wildly as hands slapped and clawed at them.

She was then lowered, hanging as if hung on a cross. Red pulled off her swim suit, and had barely got it past her knees when everyone attacked the white woman. At times I could hardly see her. These black boys probably had as much knowledge of a woman than we had a year earlier. And for damn certain they had never played with a white woman! The contrast of their black hands on and in her white body struck me as rather amusing. As I stared intently at them, I over heard a few of them daring each other to “eat her”.

Now I wasn’t exactly sure of what they meant by “eating her”. In my mind a fantasy that I had for some time came flashing by—my mother being captured and eaten by cannibals. Oddly, I felt no panic; but a strange erotic sensation as the mental pictures flashed in my head.

As my mother was spread eagled on top of a table with her head dangling down at one end and her ass just resting on the other end, I watched a boy, younger than me, bury his face in her pussy. As some more followed the little boy, I couldn’t help but feel grossed out.

Turnabout seemed to be in order, as my mother was still tied to the table; the men lined us up single file before her and handed us two cloths pins. I was towards the end of the line. We were told to remove our swim trunks and filmed as we stood there. I watched each boy in front of me straddle my mother’s face and watched as she would lift her head and take his cock in her mouth. My heart pounded, and the excitement grew as I got closer and closer. Finally I stood over her face. Without hesitation she lifted her head and I felt the warm wet lips of her mouth clamp down on my cock. Her hot wet tongue licked rather hungrily at the head of my cock, driving me wild. Suddenly she jumped and her mouth clamped down harder on my now leaking cock and her tongue moved harder and faster. The second time it happened I exploded.

When I was done and my dripping cock slipped out of her mouth, she turned her head and spit my cum out. I was told by one of the men to use my cloths pins. I had been so excited about having my cock sucked that I had been somewhat oblivious about what was going on. As I looked at the cloths pins clamped onto her nipples and tits, I realized why she had jumped those two times. There wasn’t much space to place them on her tits and absolutely no space on her nipples. With the help of one of the men with a camera, I clamped first one on her clit then another on one of her pussy’s lips. I stood back with the others and watched her pussy disappear under the rest of the cloths pins.

We were told to get towels and wet them. When we came back my mother hung by her wrists, her body covered by cloths pins. The men counted to three and told us all snap our wet towels at her to knock off all the cloths pins. Her body twisted and jerked as the towels were snapped at her, and she would moan and squeal in pain.

Finally it was over; leaving just my mother, Red and I alone in the locker room. We had to help her place her dress over her swollen and bruised body. She was exhausted and wouldn’t talk to us.

That night I dreamt of my mother being tortured, butchered and eaten by cannibals, and found it to be a rather pleasing wet dream.

Three weeks past before Mr. H talked to us again. He asked if we had told her about our deal. We told him we hadn’t. With that, a broad smile crossed his face and he uttered–perfect. Then told us not to tell my mother about his involvement; just do what he wanted us to do.

The next thing he wanted us to do was take my mother to a place on State street in Chicago. When I told him that she probably wouldn’t go with us, because the fact simply was, she didn’t trust us. His reply was rather simple.

When Red and I approached her about going to Chicago with us, she frowned and told us in a cold voice—no. Red then went ahead and repeated what Mr. H’s reply to us was when I told him she probably wouldn’t go with us. That was: She worked for us and our boss’s or go back to working for Red’s parents and Jimmy’s dad and others in our own neighborhood. Her eyes widened and her face flushed with anger, and she stormed into the bathroom locking the door behind her.

It was almost an hour before she opened the door. She looked at us coldly and asked who our “boss” was. Red lJulyhed at her lifting up her dress, telling her we couldn’t tell. As Red held her dress up and began to fondle her crotch, I explained that at least this way she wouldn’t have to worry about anyone catching on in the neighborhood as to what was going on. Red then asked her if anyone had bothered her the past several weeks. She pushed his hand away, agreeing to go along with us: As long as there would be no activity with Red’s parents, Jimmy’s dad, our friends, and finally nothing in or close to our neighborhood.

We took a bus to the downtown area of the city, to the south State street area. The area had cheap arcades, sleazy bars and burlesque theaters. Finding the address we were told to go too was no problem. Still as the three of us looked at the run down building that housed a burlesque theater, we wondered if we had the wrong address. Red asked a janitor as he opened one of the doors to the theater, if we had the right place. The man motioned us to go inside then up a flight of stairs. As he watched us pass he smiled broadly at my mother.

We stood in a large studio; somewhat empty except for a desk and a couple of chairs. The large windows looked down on State street but they were so dirty you could hardly see out of them. There was some noise of people talking in the back room, but no one came out to answer Red’s shouts asking if anyone was around.

Finally as we stood around for another ten minutes, a rather disheveled man came out from the back. He asked, almost pissed off at having seen us there, what we wanted. Red handed him a note that Mr. H had given us. After reading it he lJulyhed and called for his three equally disheveled friends to come out, and to bring out the equipment.

My mother’s eyes turned away from the camera equipment being brought out. It was then that I realized that the only pictures taken of her had been by us; and then her face had been covered or blocked out. Except for some that Red’s parents had, there were no others. She whispered to me that she couldn’t do this. But it was to late.

“Okay mommy take off your cloths.” The first man said as he loaded up a camera. Screens were quickly set up and lights placed around. Some of the strippers came up as did the janitor to watch; which made her only the more nervous and scared. I couldn’t figure out why. Here she had been Molestationd in public and exhibited in public more than I could remember— and this bothered her. It would be years later before I finally understood what must have been going though her mind.

The camera man grew more pissed off and screamed at her to get naked before he ripped her cloths off himself. A voice from the back spoke up; it came from one of the strippers, calming him down with the suggestion that she (my mother) might be more comfortable if she had a couple of drinks. With that the little black stripper came forward and took my mother by her hand and pulled her off to one side. She handed a bottle to her, and to my surprise my mother took it and began to drink. As she did the stripper talked with her calming her down.

Just about the time the camera man was about to get violent, my mother stepped forward and said she was ready. The rather pissed off camera man, told her there was a change of plans. Her sons were to undress her.

With his instructions we first removed her nylons. As the camera’s clicked, we undressed her until she was standing there between us totally nude. For all in the room it was just another day in the office, except for the fact that this model was a pure amateur. We stood and watched as she was posed in various positions. Props were brought in, and she was posed on top of a bed, a couch, a desk, and on top of a table. Each pose got more graphic.

When we were though and my mother was dressed, and about to leave, she was told that she’d be called in a few days. On the bus ride back my mother, who was still a bit drunk, told us that at least she hadn’t been Molestationd and humiliated.

The next trip back to State street was a month later, and found my mother a bit unhappy over having her picture taken, still she was more relaxed and unconcerned. In fact she told both Red and me, that the way she figured it no one would see the pictures in this country. After all it was illegal. Red just smiled at me and shook his head. He pulled out a “Men’s” magazine that was available at most any place magazines were sold and was about to show it to her, but I motioned for him not to do so. In that magazine were four photos of her. Of course her nipples and pussy area were air brushed out, but her face was fully shown. The article was titled “Housewife Sluts”.

Mother’s belief that no one in the USA would ever see the pictures was dashed to pieces when we went into the front door of the burlesque theater. Just inside the lobby almost full size, was a picture of her— and the nipples and the pussy were not air brushed out. Going up the stairs you could sense how bothered she was by the picture. It only was to get worse.

Unlike the first time, when we found the studio almost empty and had to wait for someone to come out, we found several men in business suits waiting with the guys who were there the first time. Mother was told to undress even before she could say hello.

Standing nude before the men who checked her out like someone checking out a race horse or prize cow, made her very self conscience. Finally one man said in a matter of fact voice, “Three rolls of stills, one in color with the Red headed kid. Usual price.” The man who was the camera man, told one of his assistants three men’s names, to bring up to the studio. The assistant asked if it would be alright if he could be one of the three. The camera man lJulyhed telling him it was okay, and said to me “He likes your old lady”.

Another couple of suited men talked with my mother for a bit before turning to each other. I heard one say how naive she was and so perfect. They turned to the camera man and told him, “Three shoots. Our crew. Our studios.” The camera man had a bit of a problem with it but gave in and asked when. The two men told him that it would be in a week or so.

As soon as the men that the camera man had told his assistant to get, were in the studio, and all but the man who requested the stills had left; people began sitting up lights and cameras around a bedroom set. I watched my mother emotionlessly go though the ordeal of being fucked in every position possible; with one man, two men. She was even fucked in her ass; which came as a disgusting shock to her. Then came the pictures of her sucking cock. Finally to Red’s delight a roll of film of the two of them.

Before we left Red and I were told where and when to have her at the photo shoots. My mother stood silently by, and remained silent the ride back home, except to say that it was just a matter of time before someone would see the pictures. I told her that the chances of anyone she knew of seeing them were very little, since none of her friends and our family looked at that kind of stuff. Red added, that even Jimmy’s dad and his parents weren’t going to say anything, because of our “boss”. It was surprising how easily she agreed with us and seemed to relax again.

The week of the three photo shoots found me to sick to go, which was fine with Red. After the first shoot my mother came in barely able to stand. I had to cover for her with my dad and brother who had come back to us for the week, from the military school he and my cousin were attending. I told them she was getting what I had. The thought of getting sick on his vacation sent my brother running back to my cousin’s family.

The second and third shoots didn’t go much better for her either. She had rope burns and bruises in very private places. The three photo shoots turned out to be S&M films, which seemed to have been very poplar. I saw one in a theater some thirty years later, and had seen out takes up until around the same time.

For our efforts Red and I had split over a thousand dollars. But Red wanted much more and had already been working on a deal with Mr. H behind my back.

The arrangements were made, and the day and time was scheduled on a weekend when my dad was out of town. Things between my mother and me had smoothed over and we were back to being as normal a family as we could be under the circumstances. So when Red suggested that we all go to a Saturday night movie, my mother had no idea— nor did I know what Red had in mind.

The route to the theater would take us close to Mr. H’s butcher shop, but the short cut we took, pasted directly behind the butcher shop. The alley was dark and poorly lit, but it always was a safe route. As we turned into the alley a couple came out and nodded at us—yes the route was safe.

Only a short ways into the alley we were confronted by six men. They grabbed my mother, Red, and myself, and forced us into a garage. To my surprise both Red and I were made to undress as my mother was having her cloths ripped from her. Fear suddenly took hold of me and I started to panic. As my mother screamed and pleaded with her attackers, I got mad and began to scream for them to stop. Red on the other hand remained calm and grabbed me by my shoulder whispering for me to calm down. I realized then that this had been planned, and had to trust him and his judgement; I finished taking my cloths off and didn’t fight when my hands were tied together. Both Red and I watched silently as the six violently Molestationd my mother for almost an hour. Suddenly they just stopped; and without putting on their cloths they picked up my mother taped her mouth shut tied, her hands together, and then her feet. They took a long pole and put it between her wrists and ankles. Hanging from the pole, she was carried into the night. Red and I had our mouths taped, and were led out right behind her into the dark alley.

It wasn’t a long walk to the butcher shop, but the stones and gravel of the alley hurt my feet and being nude and somewhat helpless was uncomfortable. Still, even with some fear, as I watched my mothers nude body sway and bounce as she was being carried made me become a bit aroused.

She was hung by her wrists to a meat hook used to hang sides of beef; right in the middle of the butcher’s area. I was hung by my wrists to a hook on one of the walls with my feet barely touching the sawdust covered floor. Red on the other hand, was untied, and left with a very attractive girl, who was rather enjoying checking out his cock. With a smile and a wave to me, he and the girl disappeared.

Mr. H and two rather burly men were running their hands all over my mother’s body. Mr. H made no attempt to hide his joy of having my mother at his pleasure. His voice was almost at a shout as he taunted her, telling her how long he dreamt of this moment. He even told her how he was going to torture her and cut her up. Her face showed pure fear and panic. She couldn’t control herself and pissed—to everyone’s lJulyhter. It was then I realized that there were people on the other side of the butcher’s area–standing and leaning on the display cases watching what was going on.

She was given an enema cleaning her out completely, and then was thoroughly washed, with no hole being missed. I was lifted off the hook , carried and then laid on top of one of the butchers tables. I heard my mother being told that they were going to cut off my cock then gut me if she didn’t do what they wanted. With that; I almost pissed. However, as the tape was removed from my mouth and my hands were untied, I heard Jimmy’s twin sister’s little voice whisper into my ear to do just what they wanted, I calmed down—just a little. I looked over at her and saw she was nude also. She also was a bit pale and scared looking. I tried to say something to her but she was led by one of the men to another butcher’s table and quickly tied spread eagled to it.

As my mother stood over me, two men with cameras gathered around us. With the word “action” my mother began to caress my body. She kissed my face then shocked me by kissing me on my lips—hard. She opened her lips slightly and stuck her tongue out a bit. I almost choked when someone told me to kiss her on her mouth and stick my tongue into her mouth. I did as I was told and didn’t find it very much fun. But as my mothers lips and tongue touched my body, working themselves to my cock, I began to enjoy myself. First she took my balls in her mouth, then my cock, and finally both my cock and balls. I was fully erect as she climbed on top of the table, straddling me. I was told to play with her tits as they dangled in my face. No problem—I even surprised them by sucking on her nipples without being told. However, when my mother’s pussy was positioned inches from my mouth, I had to be told as what to do. It wasn’t something that I would deem enjoyable for some years to come. My mother repositioned herself; reaching back she took my cock and inserted it into her cunt. I was amazed on how it felt—how fucking wonderful it felt. To my surprise her cunt was rather tightly clamped around my cock—not as tight as a young girl, but tight enough to make it feel just wonderful. Just before I felt myself begin to cum, my mother and I switched places. I mounted her as the cameras rolled, and began to fuck and fuck as hard as I could, until I exploded and exploded.

When it was over I was led back to the wall and the hook. My hands were tied and I once more felt myself secured, but this time Mr. H placed a small stool under me to sit on. His hands fondled my cock and balls, to my embarrassment. He kept asking how it felt to fuck my own mother and asking me how I was enjoying myself. I really didn’t have a chance to say anything before he taped my mouth shut. My mother was now forced to make love to Jimmy’s sister’s young and tender body. After awhile, a midget joined them, as the cameras rolled the three fucked and sodomized each other.

The cameras were turned off and my mother was once more hung to the meat hook with her mouth taped closed. But this time her legs straddled the butchers table. Each of her legs was secured to the floor. Now it began!

Mr. H began to prepare her to be “butchered”, by slowly plucking out her pussy hairs. Her body would jerk, and she’d moan in pain. After a bit, and with most all of the pussy hairs pulled out, he finished “skinning” her cunt with a knife. He then pushed the table from between her legs.

Taking a large flat thick wooden paddle, he began to “tenderize” the meat by spanking her buttocks. Tears rolled across her face, and her body bounced with each hit.

Turning his attention to her ample tits someone asked when he was going to start on the young one. To which he replied–she has been spoken for. I looked over at Jimmy’s sister, who now hung from another meat hook with her mouth taped shut and wondered what he meant. I would not see her after that last glance.

As Mr. H tied cords around each of mother’s tits with the help of one of his assistants. A voice asked rather matter of factly if he could add them to his collection. Mr. H’s response; was that he may skin them later but not just then. The assistant and Mr. H tightened the cords, and I watched as by mother’s tits began to swell, turn pink, then red and finally purplish. After some violent slaps on each tit he undid the cords. While she hung there moaning and groaning, he took the head and neck of one of the geese he had butchered and shoved it into her cunt until only the goose’s head stuck out.

As the natural color came back to her tits Mr. H took hold of a large steel needle and some cord that had been placed on the table. Taking one of the needles he threaded it with cord. Firmly grabbing hold of a tit he slowly, very slowly drove the needle into the tit just below the nipple, and continued driving it until it came out the other side. Blood spurted; her screams pierced the butcher’s shop. He took a second needle and repeated the process, only going in a different direction so that the needles formed an “X”. With blood oozing from the tit, and down the cords protruding from the it, he proceeded to work on the other tit.

Once done, my mother was taken down, with the help of two men, who held her up by her arms, which were tied behind her back. Her breasts had four long bloody cords hanging from them; the cords were quickly taken and hung over a rafter. With people making bets, she was being pulled up by her tits. They stretched grotesquely; still they pulled on the cords. The betting was; if and when her tits would rip apart. I don’t know when she pasted out, but to everyone’s awe she hung at least two feet off the ground–suspended by her tits!!! How long she hung that way, I really can’t say, but at that age and time, it seem like hours.

For awhile I hung there by myself sobbing and thinking how I had killed my own mother. Finally Red came in and freed me, as they laid my mother face up on top of one of the butcher’s tables. The girl he had been with handed me my cloths.

As my mother slowly gained her senses once more, Mr. H told Red and me to leave that he’d bring my mother home. I didn’t trust him anymore and I didn’t trust Red either. I argued and fought as best I could to take her home with me.

I watched my mother hung up to the meat hooks in the middle of the butcher’s area once more; but this time she was hung by her ankles and wrists. She hung there with her large full breasts dangling over the butchers table. On the table were various knives. I pleaded once more for me to take her home or at least to be allowed to stay. Mr. H just had Red and me put out of the store, again he told me he’d make sure she was home for breakfast.

At home I threw up all over the place, and couldn’t sleep. Finally I fell asleep. It was two in the afternoon before I awoke. I panicked when I didn’t see my mother. I ran downstairs to Mr. H’s apartment, but he wasn’t there. I ran over to Red’s and found him sitting on the front steps.

When he saw me he looked away, but then looked at me with a sly smile on his face. I asked him if he knew where my mother was. His answer was that he had seen her going to the store.

To make it short; my mother never returned. My dad called the police and reported her missing. After awhile the police decided she had run away. Something about being involved in prostitution. Someone had seen her in New York. My dad was shown some pictures of her which made him hate her and not care anymore about her, so he stopped looking for her. I had nothing I could tell my dad without getting myself killed; so in fear and guilt I kept my mouth shut. I even began to think she did run away; after all wouldn’t you. Yet deep down… I felt maybe she hadn’t.

“Did you ever find out what happened to her?” Bob asked.

“Come with me I think a film will explain it best.” I lead Bob to a very private room hidden behind a book case. “Get a couple of drinks and I’ll set things up.”

By the time Bob got back with the drinks I had the projector ready and the room darkened. We sat in two of the swivel chairs and as I began the film Bob said to me, “Somehow I think you could track her down and find out where she went. I mean with the new stuff and all. Take the internet…”

“I suppose,” I said cutting Bob short and began the film. As the old back and white film began to flicker across the screen I turned myself somewhat to watch Bob’s face. I had no need to watch the film, I pretty much knew it by heart.

What Bob was watching was a woman being hung up by her ankles and wrists to meat hooks hanging from a ceiling over the middle of a butchers area in a butcher shop. Her breasts were large and full and dangled in their fullness over a butcher’s table. Three men dressed as butchers fondled the breasts and then turned their attention to her exposed pussy which had been shaved. Two of the butchers held onto each of her legs as the third picked up a knife and held it up in front of the woman’s tearful face.

Grabbing one breast the butcher started cutting the flesh closest to the chest. He cut a circle. As he did the woman screamed hysterically and her body twisted in pain, so much so it took the two butchers holding on to her legs all their strength to hold her steady. Slowly, very slowly, and steadily the butcher skinned the breast until he came to the nipple. He stopped there and left the skin hanging. The camera scanned the bloody breast as close as it could. The woman was still screaming in pain when the butcher started on the second breast. When he was done with the second, he took his knife and cut the hanging skin free along with the nipple. After repeating the process with the other breast he held one of the skins open, and filled it with foam rubber until it was expanded out just as if it was still attached to the woman’s body.

The woman hung moaning and twitching with her two large skinned mounts dripping blood. Perhaps she was somewhat aware of what was happening as one of the butchers began to cut her open from her breast bone to her pubic bone. She seemed to scream as the knife cut deeper on its second pass though her body. As her guts were being pulled out of her, all sounds stop coming from the woman.

Her body was lowered to the butcher’s table and she was laid face up on top of it. Her hands and feet were chopped off. Her legs were sawed off at the thighs. With another sickening thud her head was off and held up to the camera.

“Whoa. Whoa,” Bob said, still with his eyes fixed on the screen, “I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it. They are cutting her up just like a side of beef. You can stop it now.”

“Okay. There isn’t much more to see anyway. Her carcass is put in the display case and people bid on the parts and stuff.” I said as I turned off the projector. “Enjoy it?”

“Enjoy it?” Bob repeated my question. After taking a long drink he looked at me almost embarrassed to ask me to rerun it one more time.

After the second showing, Bob asked, “What do you think they could do with those skins?”

I didn’t say a thing.

“Did Red know about all this shit? And when did you find out about it?”

“I saw this film when I was about 22. Almost ten years after the fact. As for my best friend Red and your other question…” I leaned over and turned on a lamp that pretty much lit up the whole room before I told Bob to turn his chair around towards the other wall.

“Holy Shit!”

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