HOUSE OF SINS(erotica shorts)

Chapter 4

How do I look?" Mom asked me, twirling around in a cheerleader outfit.

"Uh..." I blinked at her. "Where did you get that?"

"Cindy gave it to me!" she said happily. "It fits pretty good, huh?"

"Billy's sister?"

"Uh-huh," she said with a shrug. "I had to do her a favor, but..."

"What favor?"

"A girl favor!" Mom giggled and blushed and I realized she must have sucked the girl's p***y.

She'd put her hair in pigtails and scrubbed her face pink before applying too much makeup the way teenage girls do. Kiddie makeup too, like frosted pink lips and purple eye shadow with glitter in it. Her fingernails were painted pink and her toenails toe, probably. I couldn't tell because she wore a pair of white Skechers and ankle socks with lace around the tops. Her legs looked creamy and smooth beneath the pleated blue cheer skirt as it hugged her hips. Mom's waist had always been small, but now it looked tiny as her firm, full t**s strained at the gold cheer top.

"Do I look like a teenager?" she wondered and I nodded. "Good! The boys want to take me on a date tonight!"

"They do?" I narrowed my eyes. She didn't really look like a teenager, but she looked a lot closer to sixteen than she did to thirty, that's for sure! Like a college girl maybe and Mom had always been very pretty and now she looked sexy and ... What was she doing?

"We're going to a kegger!" she said with a giggle. "That's gonna be so much fun! I'm going to tell everyone I'm your cousin, okay?"

"What?"

"So just play along if anyone asks," she said. "Your cousin Bambi from, mmmm ... California!"

"Bambi?" I blinked at her.

"They said I kinda look like a Bambi!" Mom giggled again. "It's cute, right?"

"I guess so, um..." I shrugged helplessly.

"Do you think I should wear the cheer shorts, or just go like this?" She pulled up the front of her skirt to show me her naked p***y and the landing strip of blonde public hair above her tight, pink slit.

"You're not wearing underwear," I said dumbly.

"I know! Do you think I should?" she repeated, looking down at herself. "I know they're going to want some action later."

"Action?" I felt like my I.Q. had dropped a hundred points.

"s*x! They're gonna f**k me, so if I wear the shorts, I'll probably just lose them."

"Oh."

"It's better this way," she decided. "This is going to be so much fun! All those high school boys! Yummmm..."

"I guess so," I said with a frown.

"Oh! I'm teasing you, aren't I?" she sighed, letting go of her skirt so she could hug me. "I'm sorry. I know you're dying for a boyfriend all your own. I'll look for one, okay?"

"You will?" I wrapped my arms around her instinctively and pressed my face against her t**s, discovering she hadn't bothered with a bra either.

"A nice, hunky Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet," she sighed. "Don't worry; Mommy will take care of her sissy little boy."

Mom kissed my hair.

"I'd ask them if you can come along, but I think it would be a little awkward," she said. "Teenagers can be so cruel sometimes."

"Yeah," I said with a hard swallow.

"Anyway, Marcia is coming over to keep you company," Mom said, stepping back as I let her go. "I know you two will have a lot of fun. I'd better go! I have to pick up the boys! Bye-bye!"

Mom gave me a finger wave and left.

"I got you something," Marcia said, holding out a gift wrapped box as I let her into the house.

"For me?" I smiled at her. "Hey! You lost weight!"

"Uh-huh!" She smiled happily. "I lost three pounds this week. Can you tell?"

"Yeah," I told her truthfully and even though I saw her nearly everyday, I hadn't really noticed until just then. Usually we were too busy having s*x to see the small things.

"I'm down to a hundred thirty-nine!" she said. "I lose nineteen more and I'll look nice. Right?"

"You already look nice," I said. "You wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Let's go to your room."

"Why?" I glanced down and she grinned at me, nodding her head.

"I'm full of c*m!" She giggled and took my hand. "That's your other birthday present!"

"Who did you f**k?" I wondered. "The guys are taking my mom to some party."

"I know," she sighed. "You think they like her more than me?"

"Probably," I said, because we never lied to each other.

"Yeah." Marcia frowned. "They'll be sorry when I'm hot though."

"You're already hot!" I teased her as we went up the stairs.

"Shut-up!" She rolled her brown eyes.

"So who f****d you?"

"The guy who sold me your present," she said, smiling at me over her shoulder. "I got a discount."

"Really?" I looked at the rectangular box in my hand. "What is it? A Barbie doll?"

"No! God! You'll see."

Marcia jumped on my bed, pulling up her dress and I could see the crotch of her white panties was wet.

"Take off your clothes first," she said. "And don't open that yet; eat me first. I've got a surprise inside!"

She watched me undress quickly and Marcia made a face at my limp d**k, but there wasn't anything I could do about that. The idea of sucking some guy's c*m out of her p***y excited me, but not enough to really get my d**k hard. Actually, I suspected it was more psychological than anything else. Like, if I didn't think about getting a b***r, I usually got one when we were together. But I always wanted to get an erection and so I'd worry about it and then it wouldn't happen.

I mean, we both knew I was totally queer, but Marcia was my girlfriend now and I did want to f**k her sometimes just to make her happy. Unfortunately, my brain was so messed up that it wasn't as easy as it sounds. She forgave me anyway because I really knew how to make her feel special with my mouth.

"What's this?" I wondered after pulling her panties off and crawling between her thighs. I found a string clinging to her damp skin and I wasn't sure if I should pull it or not.

"I used a tampon," she told me. "Just pull it out."

"A tampon?" I made a face and she giggled. I'd heard of those, but never knew exactly what they were. My mom used pads.

Marcia smiled as I pulled the string and a soggy, small hotdog shaped wad of cotton emerged slowly from the mouth of her s*x. I laughed nervously and pinched the end of it with my fingers, pulling the tampon all the way out and it felt mushy, like a sponge sort of, but kind of firm too. It wasn't going to fall apart anyway.

"Suck on it," she breathed. "Put it in your mouth."

"Are you sure?" I asked, sniffing it and the tampon had definitely soaked up some semen along with Marcia's girl juices.

"It's all c*m! Don't be such a sissy!" she told me. "Open up!"

"Mmmm..." I opened my mouth and she nodded as I pushed the cotton into my mouth, exploring it tentatively with my tongue.

"Taste good?" she wondered and I shrugged and then nodded.

It tasted like I knew her p***y would, a mixture of her tangy c*m and some guy's fresh spunk. Slightly sour, sort of oily, and just salty enough to taste delicious. I sucked on it like a piece of candy while Marcia rubbed her p***y.

"Now you can open your present," she said. "Just make sure you don't swallow the tampon!"

"Hmmm..." I made a face at her as I sat up on my knees and my d**k had gotten hard, but then it started going soft when I noticed.

I really needed to see a psychiatrist or get a self-help book maybe. Like ... Six Easy Steps to Being Almost Heterosexual ... or something. I didn't want to stop being queer, I just wanted to be bisexual for my girlfriend. Maybe if I got some of that Viagra stuff, I thought as I opened my present, except where would I find a doctor willing to give Viagra to a fourteen-year-old?

Fourteen, I corrected myself. Today was my birthday and Mom celebrated by pretending she was my cheerleader cousin and going to a high school kegger. She'd totally forgotten about it and I hadn't reminded her because that would have made it even more depressing. It had taken Billy and his friends all of four days to turn my mom into their slutty girlfriend. I don't know why they'd even bothered to blackmail her! She'd dumped Mr. Moore less than a month before their wedding and decided she liked f*****g teenage boys more than being a mom.

I guess I couldn't really blame her for that, but Marcia and I could already see the light at the end of the tunnel. We were gonna get dumped pretty soon ourselves. The three boys taking Mom to a party and leaving us behind was a major clue, but we weren't going to talk about it until we had to. We'd been on that roller coaster for a long while already and it sucked. Them dumping us or us dumping them, always crawling back and begging for their cruel attentions just because we needed the s*x. We were all sick.

"Ummph immph?"

I spit the tampon onto my palm, grinning as I saw the box held a long, realistic looking dildo with some strap things attached to the wide, molded rubber base.

"You got me a fake d**k?"

"It vibrates too!" Marcia grinned back at me. "Happy birthday, faggot."

"Thanks!" I laughed and put the tampon back in my mouth because it still had a lot of flavor.

"Take it out of the box," she said. "I wanna f**k you with it."