Dingane's POV
The Joker's question left my emotional smudge of insecurities spreading like a virus throughout my veins and before I knew it, flashbacks of my troubled childhood were being escorted back into my mindsets…
"How much will you pay to play with him?" my mom's friends, actually my friend's mother, had asked my mother just after they'd both walked into my room without knocking.
"Please mom, not tonight, I've got a science project to finish up."
"Shut up you ungrateful brat," My mom had yelled back and lifting her hand to remind me of the indefinite discipline which her slaps were capable of. "You want to go to school then work for your fees,"
"But mom!" I'd called out from the little desk beside my bed, on which I did my homework.
"Stop complaining and do what you're told Dingane," my mom raised her tone before smiling at her friend and gesturing her to do as she could with me."
"Don't worry Dingane, I'll be gentle with you." She closed the door and took off her shoes while taking off her coat to reveal her tight top which pickled the pointy prowess of her nipples, alongside her little shorts which almost let my astray driven astray, but righteously not wanting.
"But you're my friend's mother? How will I even face him?" I tried reasoning with her but my voice couldn't get through to her as she kept coming until she was close enough to to brush my cheek and hair with her hands.
"Just don't tell him about us. I've told your mother that I want to be your regular client." She'd managed to drive her hands down my chest and tummy, towards my pants, before pulling me up gently and resting in my hug after driving my arms around her.
I had nothing more to say to her, and before I knew it, she was driving my body language a little bit higher too. Especially when she drove my hands and fingers to the lower brim of her ruched satin blouse, before helping me in helping her take it off, before turning back towards me, taking off my top too and digging her torso's nudity against my athletic chest.
"Loosen up Dingane, I won't hurt you, you're so handsome and I'll leave you a tip if you at least pretend to enjoy me." Her words left a kiss on my mouth and her touch disappeared from my cheeks and reappeared on the trail of my waist before ending on the rims of my sporty shorts.
I hated myself for what I was doing, but after a few kisses which had left her grabbing and puling me onto my bed with her after a little back dive, I found my eyes trapped on the sight of her stretchmarks before leading my bulged, curious, 'cumber into her pubic cave as well as the tunnels that it hid.
She had a glistering gaze that almost erased the existence of her slight wrinkles, and a friendly touch that I appreciated to feel running against my back while squirms and giggles climbed to my ears, accompanied by the moistness of her breath. Yet it was a youthful smile that danced around her moans; a smile which I yearned to earn from my own mother.
The same mother who had introduced me to this seductive world, which had left my friend's mothers exploring the various shades of my depleting virginity while paying my mother for dirty sessions. I went through with it, hoping for my mother, to forgive me and the man who had raped her and left her pregnant with me.
"That was good, but next time I want you to come over to my house," her words left me with a fake smile as she ran her finger on my chest while laying on top of me. 'Plus your friend will be at his father's house, and I'll even cook for you and treat you like my prince."
"Would be nice, I honestly need a break from this house." I felt my tone being compromised by the hand that was now cocking my bulge just before her chin slithered down my chest and left my clinging against the sheets while her teeth teased my foreskin and lips fully embraced and stroked my manhood.
It wasn't just the plumpness of her lips against my sack that left my heartbeat blazing to the confusion of the concoction of pain and pleasure that I felt. The same pain that left tears of joy and pleasure blossoming out of my eyelids while secretly carrying the pain that I had felt at the verbal and physical abuse of my mother. Yet it was my friend's mother who was comforting me through a habit of pedophile-like behavior which I was beginning to find therapeutic
As my tears rolled out of my eyes, I closed my eyelids and fully indulged in her sinful act without holding anything back, I finally had nothing to lose but everything to gain within these little games which my mom forced me to play, mostly for her pay.
But this time, with this special woman embracing my 'cumber with the twirls of her tongue, I was ready to enjoy what these sexual acts had to offer, even if it meant compromising the rest of my tenth grade.
"Please continue," I smiled contagiously and pushed her head back to unto the flavors my penis, before dropping my head and running thoughts against my pillow, and letting the moment wash over me - as my inevitable addiction shone hope into the back of my mind and left my fingers running deeper into her hair, while she literally swallowed away my sexual naivety, with a sinful gratitude that almost left me in love with her, despite me being 16 and her being 42. Her medium frame politely underwhelming my legs.