Tony, Mom, and Me.
by
Larry Marian
After that weekend with Tony and myself, me revealing the fact that I had two pairs of lips between my legs and Tony had a flesh colored fire hose between his, the two of us got rid of our secret identities rapidly. So that Sunday late morning when I got home I went to see Mom. She sat in her sewing room, off my folks master bedroom, working on something. I figured this would be something I'd have to figure out - or maybe Tony could tell me, since he'd been the girl. Anyway, I plopped down like I was still Sam in my grandmother's rocker. "Mom," I said, very casually, "can I talk with you, daughter to mom?" "You may, Samantha," she responded, making it positive she'd finally decided she'd lost the Sam/Samantha War. "Well, first, Mom. You won. I'm Samantha. And I'm in love." Now, I'd never said that before to my parents or my siblings. "This Toni? What about Sam?" she looked a bit unsure, like she waited to be told her daughter had entered a lesbian sexual relationship during the past forty-eight hours. "Well, Mom. You've asked me since I was like eight or nine to confide in you, and I am." I waited for a big emotional hug or something. "Well, confide, Samantha. I know you're on birth control, but did you get Toni pregnant?" Of course I should have just stormed out of the sewing room and the master bedroom, and slam every open door between the rents and my safe place - but I didn't. Well, she was the one who took me to, not my pediatrician, but my new doctor, Mom's ob-gyn two days after my twelfth birthday to get fitted for an IUD. "No, Mom. I didn't. And Tony didn't get me pregnant. But, well, I'm not a virgin any more." Then it came out in a rush. "He's really Antonio, named after his grandfather who was in the Italian army in World War II and then fought on our side. And I'm Samantha, for the grandmother who rocked me in this chair. "But I still want to be part of the James Gang and introduce Tony to the guys. Tony said that he had some clothes he had to wear in Texas but is proud to wear them now. And I want to get some clothes that look like a freshman girl should wear around her sophomore boy friend." "When would our going to get Samantha some clothes suitable for a suddenly in love girl with an Italian boy friend who may or may not be learning to be a member of the Costa Nostra?" "How about after lunch, Mom. You know I have $600 in my savings. Nothing much. A couple of skirts, some nice tops, a new pair of shoes, a frilly bra or two, some new panties - maybe two or three of them thongs..." "Well, Miss Samantha, is Antonio going to know you will wear a frilly bra and a thong under a skirt?" I actually lightly bit my lower lip. "Mom. I thought I told you. Tony and I slept in his bed two nights. Almost at once, we were nude. We did IT, Mom. We did it. More than once. We washed the sheets to get rid of the stain." I watched my mother gulp, then smile. "I was fifteen, Samantha. I won't tell your father, but I will tell you that you are going to have to bring Antonio here. Period." "Yes, Mom. Is if okay for us to go get some girl clothes I can wear to show off my boyfriend at school?" "I think so. There's a new deli. We'll eat, then hit some regular stores than maybe a treat." Well, we did. Mom and I did some more talking. I actually began to think she was not going to throw me out naked onto the street. Turned out her mom, my grandmom, threatened to throw Mom out onto the street. Oh, well. The darkest thing I saw as we left was Tony taking out garbage to the dumpster, smiling as he saw me.
Mom often had to challenge me to get up for a school morning. Not that Monday when Sam became Samantha and Toni became Tony. I walked into Mary Mount High School wishing my hair would grow longer. I had on a light red pleated skirt, a blue short sleeve blouse with some yellow frills, shinned shoes, and a red, green, and white ribbon from Tony. We had first block together, making me a bit nervous as the tardy bell seemed late. But Tony came in, wearing blue jeans with a western belt, cowboy boots, a western long sleeve shirt and a bandana around his neck. The only thing missing was his gun belt and his .44. To say the class didn't notice him was the understatement of the 21st Century. As twenty-three teens and one adult female teacher came to total silence, Tony walked over to me, gave me his hand and eased me up. "I know I'm the new guy on the block, but I want you all to know that I am Tony and here is my girlfriend, Samantha. I hope there's no problem about that, but if there is, they say on my father's side, we go back to a Roman centurian who rescued his girl friend from the lions. I think most of you know what Samantha did over at the elementary school when that new boy attacked that new girl. "So anyway, I want everybody know that Samantha is my girl and I'm her guy." When he did that he hugged me before we sat down in our normal seats. There was something of an uproar for a minute or two before Ms. Feldwebel blew her coach' s whistle and everybody settled down, except Tony and me as we just sat quietly in our seats. "I'm glad that we can now get to work. " There was a murmur somewhere of "Do we have a choice?" but I wasn't going to rat not when twenty -two others, especially since the twenty-two were sure who number twenty-three was. I have to say that the first day was fun with our sort of sex change which showed up again as we dressed (?) for gym and the other girls see me expose my pink thong instead of a pair of plain white panties. "Oh, my. Samantha and Tony are getting sexy," came from one of the tenth grade challengers girls. "So how many times has your boy friend screwed you?" I asked quietly. She turned away. I saw her smirk fade away. The next few days seemed to gain status for me - and for Tony. In addition to holding hands with Tony, the other boys of the James Gang seemed to circle around me in particular and Tony as well. Of course, the two who pressed closest to me were Malcolm and Pete. Not that they wanted to get into my pants, but to help me. Well, they really did want to get into my pants. The fact of the matter was I was totally willing to have any of those three get into my pants - or my mouth. For that matter, any of the James Gang was welcome, but Tony was my boyfriend and Malcolm and Pete were long time favorites of mine. The three seemed to be sniping a bit. I had to stop it. So the next day after school Tony and I, holding hands, met at Malcolm's car in the student parking lot, along with Pete. Tony and I got in the back seat while Pete took shotgun as we drove to my house. The boys were mostly quiet for the short drive. Once there I led the way up to my room, ushered the three boys in, then closed the door. "Guys, we have to have peace. Tony's my boy friend now. That's the way it is. But Malcolm and Pete are close friends and have been for years." I stopped for a moment and took a breath. "So you three know I've made love with all three of you, but not at the same time. I'm ready to continue that with all four of us knowing that Tony is my boy friend and he's first. Malcolm and Pete are my best buds. Other than other members of the James Gang, that's mostly it. Now, a sleep over, if I'm part of it, is a sleep over. Okay?" I sat silent, waiting for Tony's response. His was fast. "That's fine with me. I'm not going to attack Malcolm or Pete - or any other James Gang guys. The thing is, Samantha and I are going together. Period. I think, I'm going to contact Mal or Pete before Samantha and I know we're going to be together on a certain day and certain time. That sound okay?" "Sounds good, Tony. But we've had a game for some time now and Sam was always the last to loose. Now I'd like to see how Samantha does." Malcolm grinned as he looked at me. "So what is it, Mal" Tony asked while Samantha grinned. "We call it `Strip the Rabbit," Pete said. "We try to grab one of the guys and strip him naked. Then the next. Sam - er - Samantha was almost always last. Now, here's what I think. If we can get Samantha naked, Tony will be the judge while Mal and I let Samantha have fun. She sits on one cock and sucks the other. Then she and Tony are free to do what they want on her bed. "How does that sound, Samantha?" I smiled. "Okay, guys. Mal and Pete try to strip me and then they try to get me to screw and suck. Then Tony and I share each other. Sounds good. Okay, Tony?" "Yeah. Except it might take some time," Tony said. "Oh, yeah? GO!" Malcolm called as he jumped at me. Well, it was my room and my bed and I knew the distance between the floor and the mattress. I was under the bed in a moment with my left foot kicking his right hand grabbing. Right hand lost as I slid out the other side to go under the other twin bed. The bad part was when Tony yelled, "She's over here!" And I was. How long does it take three boys to strip one girl? Not long, really. "Hey, Samantha sure doesn't have a lot of hair between her legs," Pete said. "Well, not much on your balls," Malcolm replied as I pulled his polo shirt up. "So I'm nude. But you guys have to strip to get anything from me. Take it off guys. I've never seen you three buck ass naked together. I want to compare cocks. " The three looked at each other. "Well, I've seen Sam buck ass naked," Pete said. "I'm Samantha now, Pete, remember?" "Sorry Sam..antha," Pete replied, as the three stripped. This gave me a chance to notice a few things. Pete's cock seemed to hang down a bit, and his cock head was darker, almost a purple color compared to the pink of Malcolm and Tony. Tony's head was spear shaped while Mal and Pete both had rounded heads. There seemed a sort of bulge at the end of Tony's while Mal and Pete's was smooth. Ah. The PE teacher mentioned that in one of our girl only classes - Tony wasn't circumcised and the other two were. Bet the felt different. "Okay, Samantha. Here's what we think. Tony's your boyfriend, so you get him alone. You two do what you want. Pete and I will toss a coin or something. One gets a blow job from you while the other sits on the bed with you on his lap and you two screw. How does that sound?" I smiled. "Never had two at once," I said. "Might be fun. Okay, Malcolm's oldest. What do you want, Mal, pussy or mouth?" I watched Mal think for a moment. "You haven't sucked me very often. I'll take the BJ, Samantha and Pete gets to hump you. Tony gets his choice." "I already know. I'll take a blow job from Samantha and then we screw. That will take longer and I know she'll get a cum." I smiled at that. Those two nights at his house sure taught both of us a lot. This would be fun. "So, Pete and Mal, time's wasting. I'm sure Samantha is ready." I smiled. "How do we do this guys - having a BJ and a screw at the same time?" "Okay. Pete, you sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs just a bit. Samantha, you sit on Pete's lap, your cheeks on his thighs. You're the one to guide his cock into your cunt entrance and then slide down onto it. Then Pete, you can keep Samantha stable by holding onto her boobs. I'll step in front of Samantha and my cock should be about mouth level. We adjust, Samantha takes my cock to begin work on it. Okay?" I nodded as the three of us began to make this happen. Pete sat down on the side of my bed, his cock still dropping a bit, his thighs spread a bit. I sat down on his thighs, found his cock and my pussy and gathered his purple head to my pink lips. His more than five inch dark brown cock began to slide in as I went down with him holding my boobs, his fingers playing with my nipples. I gave a low moan. "Come on, Mal. Cum in my mouth." "Let me get it in," Mal said as he brought his six inch plus to my lips so I could begin to suck him. Well, we'd done this before, though not quite this way, but his living, squirting sausage slipped in as Pete's peter began to move up and down between my pink inner lips. (See, I did pay attention in Sex Ed!) A minute later I had two cocks moving in me - Pete's in my pussy and Mal's in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Tony's brown eyes search from Pete to Mal to me - though my face sure wasn't very visible. "God, Samantha is great," Pete moaned, even as I thought a minor cum got ready. "Samantha, you are a blow job queen. You are great. You..." It was sort of hard to say with a high school athlete's bare body in front of me, but the door came open, for sure. "Don't stop, boys. Go ahead. Cum. Let Samantha cum, too. Boys, I mea it. Keep it up and cum. Samantha, you sounded like it. Go ahead, Cum." That was my mother - the one who washed my mouth out with soap when I was eight telling me to keep a black cock in my pussy and a white one in my mouth until both guys she knew spewed some thick, warm fluid in my body. "Oh, shit," Pete moaned. "I'm.." "Leave your cock in her pussy until you finish. You too, Mal. Samantha just changed the sheets." Well, two out of three boys came. I had a small cum just before Mom came in. I was positive I was going to be taken to the forest, tied to a tree, and left for whatever. Shit. And I don't say that often. "Samantha, you've always been told to finish what you started. I can see what was going on, Finish. I know you like all three of these boys. Finish." With that Mom went and sat in my desk chair, I sat on Pete, still feeling his dick inside me, while my mouth was full of Mal's cock. "Samantha, I think you need to do what your mom ordered. Somehow I think we're next." I heard Tony say. "You're a smart boy, Tony," Mom said. Even with Mal's hard cock in my mouth and Pete's hard prick in my twat, I could see Mom looking very quiet like and friendly. "This may teach all of you a lesson." Just then Mal let out a muffled cry of "Cumming," which he did - a lot. I had to swallow three times. Just as he finished and pulled his cock out, Pete also announced his orgasm in my old fashioned receptacle, my vagina. As Mal stepped back, I eased myself off Pete. I looked at Mom, who seemed quite at ease. "Well, Samantha, you ready for Tony?" "Can I wait a minute or two, Mom?" "Sure, dear. But, if you remember, and now with three male witnesses, I was fifteen when I had regular sexual intercourse with a guy. He was seventeen and experienced, As I said, I was fifteen, but had oral sex the first time when I was eleven. Believe it or not, he was the same guy who took my cherry. So, how many, Samantha. I count two as of now and expect three. More?" Okay. Time to lie about Jack, for sure. "Uh, eight, Mom. But two were only once each. You are looking at the three top guys." Let's change the subject, I thought. "Tony, looks like your love tool is ready to play. Ready if you are." "Samantha, I'd like to observe the old fashioned missionary. Okay?" Mom said, as her face swung from me to Tony and back to Tony. "Okay, Mom. Tony, I'm going to lie down. You ready?" "Gotta say I've never had sex with the girl's mom watching us!" "Yeah," I said as I did what I promised. It took a few seconds, then I la down on my bed, my legs spread and knees up, smiling as Tony slipped between them. After a kiss or two as he fondled my boobs, Tony slowly entered me. "Yeah," I said again as I put my arms around him. "Samantha, it's better if you put your feet inside your lover's legs. You're closer and you can feel his cock better. When you're getting close, you two go faster. It's better that way. "Okay, Pete and Malcolm. Let's the three of us go to the guest bedroom. There's a queen size there. So Malcolm, let's you and me do it first. Then I suck Pete. Then we reverse. Okay? By the way, Samantha. Some how I heard some talking four nights ago. You and Jack seemed to be at it in his bedroom. I guess he's rally number nine for you. Have fun. With that Mom eased Pete and Malcolm out my door, both of my guys nude and hard. With all that it didn't take Tony long to cum. But we rested until he got hard so we could make love again. Soon after Tony went down on me after I'd sucked him, Mom, Pete, and Mal came back in. I lay on my back as I could see all three of them. Of course Pete and Mal were nude, their cocks half hard while Mom wore a pair of panties, with the rest of her clothes in her hands. As they walked I I had begun to moan as Tony sucked on my clit while I fingered my G spot. My cum hit me as I realized that Mom wore a thong and I saw no pubic hair peeking from the lace trim. I struggled to talk. "Mom! You really did!" "Did what Samantha?" "Pete and Mal. Did you guys really screw my mom?" Mal had a shit eating grin on his face. "We did, Samantha. And she sucked both of us. She's good." "And she told me she's always liked black cocks. Said I was always welcome - and Mal, too." I wasn't totally sure of this. After all, not many thirteen, almost fourteen year old girls' mom heard her daughter cum or see her mom with her hands around two teen boys, and one of them black. "Mom, do you do this often?" "No dear. In fact I think it's been three years since I had somebody other than your father. And it's been four or five since I had a black guy. Both were on business trips." Mom smiled at me while Tony continued to work my clit, giving me another cum. "Pete and Mal were the first teens in a good six years. You have great taste, Samantha." "Thanks, Mom. Oh, Tony, I really came that time. God. One more time. PLEASE!" With that Tony lifted his wet face from my sopping wet pussy to slide up and enter me. Tony covered part of my face, but I clearly saw Mom on the floor, her head on a cushion, sucking Pete while Mal entered her, his ass pumping. Now what would happen if Jack or Dad came home? That's okay. I wanted Tony's cum again. Mom and I could talk later.
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