I guess you could call me a late bloomer. I didn't experience puberty until I was thirteen, going on fourteen. At the time I was living with my mother and little sister in a dilapidated shack of a house, in the High Desert Country of California. It was the early 1980s.
My mother worked at a truck stop a few miles down the road from our house. It was the same place she'd worked since first arriving years earlier as a 16-year old runaway from the Ozarks. The old redneck couple that owned the truck stop had felt sorry for her and given her the job. Later they'd rented her the house we lived in.
Mom worked really long hours and barely made ends meet. From time to time she'd start dating one of the truckers or some local idiot and she'd move the guy in with us. Without exception, mom's boyfriends were all abusive pricks. Some verbally, some physically, but usually both. I spent half my childhood hiding while my mother got whupped up on and the other half getting whupped up on myself trying to protect her from the douchebags she dated.
Neither I nor my sister Haleigh knew or fathers. They'd just been passers through like all of our mother's other fellows. I had to take mom's word for it that I looked like my dad with my jet black hair, dark eyes and swarthy complexion. Haleigh, who was five years younger than me looked more like mama with her cornsilk hair, big blue eyes and pale skin.
The home we lived in was shaped like a cube and had adobe brick walls and a cement floor. There was really only two rooms. We had a claustrophobically small bathroom with a clawfoot tub and a toilet that was prone to backing-up, and a main room that mom had divided in half by having one of her boyfriends run a line from one wall to the other and drapping an old moth eaten blanket across it. It was only wide enough to hide mom's bed from view, but when she had a guy staying with us I guess that was good enough. As for Haleigh and me, we shared an old hide-a-bed couch. Directly across from our couch a clunky old refrigerator, an equally ancient gas range and a single basin sink stood against one wall. It was our "kitchen". That house was an Indian sweat lodge in the summer and an icebox in the winter.
When it was just the three of us, Haleigh shared the bed with mom. But when mom invited one of her men to live with us (an all too frequent occurance for me) then my little sister shared a bed with me and we had to listen to our mother having sex at night while we lay there in the dark.
When puberty finally caught up with me my mother was dating a big mean redneck from Oklahoma named Frank. He was a trucker and he owned a black cherry hued Kenworth he called "The Mongoose". Frank scared me because he was huge and he could get scary mean. Sometimes when he stared at you with his cold black eyes you could see he wanted to hurt you, bad. And sometimes he would.
Frank had been staying with us off and on for nearly three months, and depriving Haleigh and me of sleep just as long with his near insatiable sexual appetite. He and our mom screwed half the night, nearly every night and they never even tried to keep the noise down or hide what they were doing. They fucked as if Haleigh and I didn't exist.
Puberty brought with it almost painfully stiff erections whenever I'd listen to my mother moaning and groaning while Frank rode her rough and fast, often talking dirty while he did it. I'd lay there, looking up into the near pitch black and fondle my hardon with one hand while listening to Frank tell her how sweet her pussy was or how tight her ass was and try to imagine what was going on behind the makeshift "wall" between my bed and mom's. I started having dreams too. The two most memorable were of me touching my mother's breasts and ass, and of mom lovingly rubbing my erect cock through the outside of my jeans while she looked down at me and smiled and told me what a handsome man I was becoming and how much she loved me. I'd often awake from these dreams with a wet stain on the front of my pants and a wad of slowly drying jizz on my groin.
Since mom worked such long hours I had chores around the house. One of them was washing clothes down at the Laundrette. This allowed me to get my hands on my mother's underwear and so I started snitching an occasional pair of her panties from the dirty clothes hamper and sitting in the bathroom with the door locked, so I could run my hands over the silky smooth material and lean in close to smell the crotch. I'd think "this is where her pussy touches" and I'd flick out my tongue and lick the straddle. I always finish by wrapping those panties around my cock and masturbating until I came all over those silky undies. Then I'd hide them until I could wash clothes.
One morning when Frank wasn't around and Haleigh was outside playing, I did something crazy. I'd been fantasizing about mom all morning and I was rock hard. Mom was home, one of her rare days off and she was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a crop top she'd tied in a neat little knot just below the bottom swells of her breasts. I walked over to where she was standing at the sink and I reached around and cupped her tits in my hands.
She stiffened, then spun around and slapped me.
"Jimmy Allen!"
I took a few steps back, stunned. My eyes wide, holding a hand to the red handprint across my jaw.
Mom immediately looked sorry and reached for my hand.
"I'm sorry baby," she cooed. "But you shouldn't do that. I'm your mama honey. You just don't do something like that. You surprised me."
I started crying like a fucking baby, which pissed me off but I couldn't stop. Mom hugged me. "Oh my dear heart," she sighed, rocking me in her arms. "I know your a big boy now and going through changes. I'm so sorry I hit you like that. I just hate myself. You can't help doing what you did. Boys go through changes at your age and they can't help but act like men." She laughed softly. "My little man. Mama's little man."
"I'm sorry," I whimpered.
"Shhh," she soothed. "It's ok love. Mama had a whole mess of brothers and sisters back home in Arkansas when she was just a girl and trust me, my brothers all went through what your going through. I think every one of them came after me and my sisters at one time or another," she giggled. "You're growing up too fast baby."
"I'll try and grow up slower," I said.
She laughed and ran a hand through my hair and kissed my forehead. "Don't you dare, Jimmy Allen. You just keep right on growing up into the handsome man you're meant to be."
She pushed me back slightly to get a good look at me and smiled prettily. "You look so much like your daddy."
I smiled weakly, my eyes were red rimmed now and my nose runny. A big red welt had risen across my jaw where I'd been slapped.
"It's been really rough hasn't it????" she asked, her eyes suddenly looking empathetic, softer. "I can imagine what with Frank and me carrying on every night and you babies right over here, not 10 feet away." She clucked her tongue, angry at herself.
I nodded. "It gets so hard it hurts mama."
"Aww," she caressed my face. "Well, I'll tell you what honey. I helped my little brothers out when they were going through the change and I'm gonna help you too, ok???? But you have to swear to keep it a secret. This is just between mama and you ok???? If folks was to find out, well it just wouldn't be good. And if Frank found out, he'd probably beat us both half to death."
"Why do you even like him????" I asked, snuffling.
She shrugged. "He's big and strong and he keeps the other guys around here from hassling me."
"He don't keep you safe from him though," I said. "I seen him hitting on you."
She smiled sadly. "Men are just like that honey."
"I ain't never gonna be," I swore. "I love you mama. I wouldn't never hit you."
She flinched a little, now feeling even worse about slapping me. She leaned in and kissed me. Just a lip to lip peck, but I somehow sensed it was different than any other kiss she'd ever given me. She wasn't kissing me as my mother. She was kissing me as a woman.
When she pulled back she reached a hand up and pulled on the knot in her crop top and just like magic it fell open and her large breasts bounced free. I stared at them and the fat brown nipples. I'd never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
"Go ahead," she smiled. "Touch them."
I reached out and cupped them in my hands, feeling their warm heft and running my thumbs over the fleshy nipples. My cock instantly sprang back to life and began throbbing.
"Do you like them????" She asked.
I nodded dumbly, entranced by her breasts.
"You can suck on them if you want," she giggled. "You used to when you were a baby."
I leaned forward and popped one of the nipples in my mouth, running the tip of my tongue over and around it, then sucking. She sighed slightly and wrapped her arms around me again. "That's mama's precious baby boy."
We were interrupted by the sound of The Mongoose rumbling off the highway and up to the house. Mom quickly re-tied her crop top and went back to the sink and washing dishes. I went into the bathroom and jerked off furiously.
I lay in bed that night hornier than ever, thinking about what had happened earlier in the day. It didn't help that Frank and mom were going at it again and mom's "Oh...oh yes....Mmmm..." moans were echoing through the house. I finally fell asleep and dreamed the dream where mom was rubbing my hardon and smiling at me. When I woke up it was still dark, but the house had gone quiet. Beside me Haleigh had turned in her sleep and now lay facing me on her side, her right arm was stretched out and her hand was right on top of my crotch.
I slowly sneaked a hand down and unzipped my fly, pulling my cock out. I took Haleigh's hand and wrapped it gingerly around my shaft and used her hand to stroke myself off. After I came I cleaned up as best I could and then fell back asleep.
Frank left the next morning. He had to deliver a load of freight to some town in New Mexico and he'd be gone at least 3-4 days. Almost as soon as he left I cornered my mother out in the yard.
"When can we do that again????" I asked.
"Soon baby," she said. "I know we got interrupted the last time. Mama's got a double shift at work tonight though. I won't be home until late and when I do get back I'm gonna be really tired. Tomorrow before work ok???? I promise."
I sighed. "What about Haleigh????"
"I need you to keep an eye on her," she said absent mindedly.
"I know that," I said. "I meant tomorrow????"
"Oh," she smiled. "I'll put her in the bath. That'll give us a good twenty minutes to half an hour. You know how long she likes to splash around."
"Ok," I said. "Can I touch it this time???? I mean down there."
She winked at me. "Of course."
Once mom had left for work and Haleigh and I were alone, I started thinking about how I'd used Haleigh's hand to jerk off the night before. She was cute, I thought as I watched her playing on the floor. She was a little chubby and had baby fat titties and a pudgy little round ass.
"Hey sissy," I said. "You wanna play house????"
She glanced up. "Sure."
"Ok," I told her. "I'll be the daddy, you can be the mama."
She jumped up and ran to the old cardboard box she kept her toys in. "Gina can be our baby."
I shook my head. "Not yet. Mama's and daddy's don't start out with the baby. They've got to make it first."
She put a hand to her mouth and giggled.
"Well, do you want to play the game right or not????"
"I guess so," she smiled and put the doll back in the box.
"Come on, we need to get on mom's bed," I told her. She skipped across the floor and jumped up on the bed. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a Mickey Mouse Club t-shirt. I peeled my shirt off and climbed up beside her.
"Ok, lay on your back sissy," I said. When she did, I reached over and spread her legs apart. She blushed and giggled some more.
I ran a hand up and down her leg. It was nice and smooth. I could feel my cock hardening. Then I slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed the crotch of her shorts, massaging her pussy. She smiled. She knew we were being "naughty" and she didn't care.
"We can't make a baby with our clothes on," I said. "You've got to take your clothes off."
She thought about it, then nodded. "Ok, I spoze."
I watched her take off her top and peel down her shorts and drop them over the side of the bed. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I pulled my jeans off and tossed them over the side too.
"How come your thing is all sticking up????" Haleigh asked.
"It's cause I'm a man now," I said proudly.
"No you ain't, Jimmy Allen!" Haleigh shot back. "You ain't but thirteen and your birthday ain't even for a whole nother month yet!"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
I snuggled up closer to her and ran a hand over her baby fat tits with their tiny little pink nipples. I cupped and squeezed them and then leaned down and licked them. She squirmed a little and giggled. I reached down and ran my hand over her belly and down her chubby bald pubic mound, tracing a finger down the slit of her pussy until I came to her vagina and gently rubbed and probed around it. At one point I guess my hand sneaked too low because she laughed. "Your finger's in my butt."
"Oops," I said and smiled back. "ok, we're gonna do it like mom and Frank do it."
"Is it gonna hurt????" she asked. "Cause sometimes it sounds like it hurts mama."
"Maybe a little," I said. "But it feels really good too."
"How do you know????" she replied.
"I just know," I said and I crawled on top of her. I tried to slip inside, but she wasn't wet at all. I filled a hand with spit and used it to slather up my cock and used some more to wetten her a little. Then I pushed in. She shut her eyes tight.
"Ow, Jimmy Allen," she said. "It hurts."
I ignored her. It wasn't hurting me. I just leaned into her and started pumping my hips, slowly pistoning my cock in and out of her tight pink pussy while she grunted and groaned and cried a little beneath me. I finally came inside of her and pulled out. She had bled a little, but not as much as my friend Benny at school claimed girls did on their first time.
"That hurted," Haleigh pouted, sitting up.
I rubbed her back with my hand and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry. It felt good too though, didn't it????"
She shrugged. "A little."
"Now you can get dressed and Gina can be our baby."
She instantly brightened. "Ok!"
I gathered up the blanket with it's bright red stains and stashed it with the rest of the wash going to the laundrette that day. As Haleigh and I played, I swore her to secrecy. Not even mama could know or I'd never play with her again. She agreed.
The next day, true to her word mama stuck Haleigh in the bath and then came out to me. She hugged me and we kissed. This time she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I felt it slide all around, probing every contour.
"That's how grown ups kiss," she told me.
"I like it," I said.
She unzipped the fly on her shorts and took my hand and slipped it inside her panties. I could feel her bush and lower, the moist warmth of her pussy.
"Can we do it the same way you and Frank do it????" I asked.
She nodded. "I had the operation after your sister so there's no risk of my getting pregnant."
She led me over to the bed and unzipped my fly, shucking my jeans down to my calves. Then she pushed me gently onto my back and kicked out of her shorts and panties before straddling me. Slipping into her was like slipping into the womb again. She was so warm and wet and it felt so damn good. She started flexing her hips in slow circles and then grinding back and forth a while before moving in circles again. The sensation was indescribable. I reached up and squeezed her heavy breasts while she rode me quietly. I came altogether too soon and she climbed off of me and put her shorts back on.
From that day I began having sex regularly with my mother and sister. Neither knew of my secret sexual relationship with the other. Eventually, Haleigh's beauty far surpassed that of our mother and she became the sole focus of my attention for a while. But eventually mama got married and I moved out on my own and Haleigh did too, marrying a Marine (he's a good guy, we're good friends). I finally got married myself and I have a good wife and a bunch of kids. I'd never think of fooling around with anyone other than my wife anymore, but I won't damn what happened between I and my mother and sister. It happened and it was good and we all wanted it. But that part of my life is over. I just thought I'd share it with all of you. As for Frank. That no good son of a bitch met his end on a rain slicked patch of highway just outside of Flagstaff, Arizona about a year after the events of this tale.