Moms at Play

  Jennifer Kilmer ran a finger down Bobby's chest and belly until it was hovering over the waistband of his swim suit. Grinning wickedly at her stepson the woman used herfingernail to trace a line down the long hard lump under the boy's tight spandexswim suit. She giggled when a wet spot appeared at the bulging top end of that deliciouslooking lump. Glancing over at her friendCynthia she laughed at how the other woman wasenjoying the show. Apparently her friend and neighbor CynthiaSullivan was just as impressed with theboy's obedient attitude as she was with his obvious physical attributes. Bobby had a big cock. Jen loved boys with big cocks. Especially when she was their new Mommy.

"Jen, how on earth do you get Bobby to behave like this. I'd give anything to have my Johnny treat me the way your boy treats you. And I'd love it if my boy’s equipment was as big as your boy’s."

"The behavior’s easy. It’s all a matter of training Cyndi. Boys respond to the right training. Much like dogs. With the right motivation you can get a boy to behave properly. Bobby’s big cock is a different matter. Withthe right drugs you can help your boy's body reach its full potential.  I’ve had my stepson on Cialis and Viagra since I met him.Boy’s behave better when they’re horny and want their Mommy’s to play with their nice big pricks. Watch this. Bobby! Give Mommy a light hon."

Cyndi marveled how her friend Jennifer simply held up her index and middle fingers together and waved them back and forth a couple times. The woman's stepson literallyleaped to fetch a pack of cigarettes for his step Mommy.  Cynthia actually felt a flush ofexcitement as she watched the boy hurry back to the lounge chair and offer his Momthe pack of cigarettes as though she were his Queen, or his reason for being. Bobbyacted like his Mom was the center of his life. And he was just her humble servant. Herhumble servant with a huge boner.  Cyndi wished she could get her Johnny to behave halfthis well. And to get her own son as big and hard as Bobby was.

  Her son Jonathon was anything but respectful. Johnny seemed to grow more sullen and hostile by the week.  Teenaged boys! Can’t live with them and unfortunately it’s illegal to abort them so late. What a shame. Her own sixteen year old boy just didn't compare to Jennifer'sson Bobby. The other boy was his Mommy's perfect little gentleman, a supremely well-mannered and wonderfully obedient little boy. Jen's stepson didn't try to hidehis erections from Mommy. Nor did he flaunt them. He was simply there for his Mommy.In every way wicked women like Jen and Cyndi could want.  Cyndi wanted a boy like that.

  She looked on with envy as Bobby stood still near his Mother waiting for further instruction. There was no fidgeting, no sign of impatience in the boy, no slouch in hisposture, no insolence in his attitude. Serving his Mommy like this seemed to excite theboy. The tip of his stiff cock was starting to poke above the waistband of his tight little swim suit.  What a contrast Bobby was to Jen's son Johnny.  She'd lost count ofthe times she wanted to slap her own son for his disrespectful behavior. And how manytimes had she stopped herself just in time, swallowing her frustration, suppressing hertrue instinct to punish her son for not behaving the way she wanted him to.

  Her friend Jennifer noticed Cynthia's fascination with the scene playing out on the pool's deck and laughed. The boy simply kept his eyes on the ground. Hewould look at his Mom when she spoke to him and he needed to answer her questions.Otherwise Bobby avoided his Mother's gaze. Jen liked it that way. She'd trained himto stand still and respectful like this.  He did the same with Cynthia too andshe liked it as well. In the year she'd known Jen Cynthia had come to enjoy being aroundthe cruel Mom and her obedient and submissive boy. Cyndi had even started to thinkshe'd have to find out Jennifer's secret with boys and start applying it to her Johnny.

CyndiSullivan watched Bobby take up the box of matches, quickly strike one and hold it out until Jennifer was ready for her light. She had to laugh as her neighborJen played a cruel game with the boy. The cigarette was dangling from Jen'slips. As Bobby brought the match to the tip Jen stuck her lower lip out justa little and her cigarette rose up, the slender shaft poking straight out fromher mouth. As Bobby moved the match to follow Mommy's dancing cigarette Jenrelaxed her lips and the cigarette fell again. Poor Bobby. He couldn't keepup. And the match kept burning, it kept getting shorter, the fire at its tip keptinching its way toward the tender skin on the boy's smooth young fingers.

  The boy hardly reacted at all when his Mommy let the match burn his fingers. He simply let the first match burn him until it died out, whimpering ever so softlyas he lit another match for his Mommy. Cynthia had watched this same scene play outseveral times in the past. The boy was too well behaved to defy his Mommy. He'dsimply held the second burning match, waiting patiently for the woman to acknowledgehim. When his Mom finally allowed him to hold the tiny flame to the end of hercigarette Bobby had offered her a tight smile and said 'Thank you Mommy'.

  Four months ago Cynthia would have been shocked by such a wicked display. But such cruel play was becoming increasingly common between Jennifer Kilmer and her sonBobby. Or at least it was becoming more open when Cynthia was around.  Cyndi suspectedJennifer was willing to torment her own stepson in plain view because from the firstshe'd made it clear she didn't care what Jen did to the boy. In fact, Cynthia usuallywatched with keen interest whenever Jennifer hurt Bobby.

Cyndi also suspected Jen did much more severe things to Bobby in private. She'd seen the welts and bruises and burns on the boy's legs and arms and could only imagine whatmight be hidden under his swim suit. She hoped the boy had lots of marks down there,down where a boy was different from a girl. Last winter such a thought would have givenCyndi pause, perhaps even disturbed her. Now it only made her curious. And excited.And a bit bold.

  She really couldn't say what got into her but as Bobby knelt in front of his Mommy whimpering and cradling his hand and his burnt fingers against his chest Cynthia feltthis powerful urge to hurt the boy herself. He looked so vulnerable, so weak, sopitiful. And something about that turned her on and made her want to do something wickedto the boy. So she reached out and grabbed a handful of the boy's hair. Twisting herfingers in his boy's unruly locks Cynthia yanked the boy's head back hard. She waspleased when he squeaked in surprise and pain. She was even more pleased when the boy'sMother smiled at Cyndi and nodded her consent.

"Don't make a fuss little boy. It upsets the mood. Now stop your crying. If you'd been faster with that match you wouldn't have gotten burned. I watched your Mother give youevery opportunity to give her a light. It was all your fault Bobby. And so is my emptyglass sweetie. Crawl over to the table on your knees and bring back the pitcherof Margaritas. Make sure you don't spill any or there'll be hell to pay darlin."

  As usual on fine summer days like this the two women were sunning themselves by the Kilmer's backyard pool. Lounging on two reclining chairs the women would spendthe day smoking, talking about men and boys, drinking the Margaritas that Bobbyprepared for them and otherwise enjoying the pleasures available to idle women withrich husbands.  And as usual Bobby was attending to their every need. Cynthia had grown used to these  lazy afternoons with Jennifer. She especially liked seeing theway Bobby behaved. And the way the bulge in his swim suit seemed to grow whenever shesmiled at the boy and called him by name.

  Today was the first time Cynthia had joined in the fun of tormenting the boy. She really didn't know what had gotten into her. Perhaps it was the argumentshe'd had with her own son about him not doing his chores. Perhaps it was thefact that the twenty year old fuck stud she'd been banging the past six monthshad been out of town all week. Or maybe it was just seeing how casually andnaturally and enthusiastically Jennifer mistreated and tormented her stepson.Whatever it was Cyndi decided she should give into that inner urge of hers. Thaturge she'd had since high school. That delicious urge to hurt boys.

  Jen had been getting increasing harsh with the boy the last few months. Cyndi hadn't said anything at first, the day Jen slapped Bobby half a dozen times for failing tofetch her cigarettes quick enough. They'd been savage blows, stinging blows. The boyhad cried uncontrollable and his cheeks had been red all day after. Cynthia had secretlyenjoyed seeing the boy embarrassed like that.  And hurt like that. Her calm reaction hadseemed to energize her friend Jen.  She'd slapped Bobby around quite a bit that day.Much more frequently and openly than she'd ever done before in front of Cynthia.

Cynthia looked forward to watching Jen do things to Bobby. The first time she'd been secretly thrilled as she  watched her neighbor smack the boy hard on his butt when hemoved too slow to suit his Mommy. Cynthia had laughed nervously. Her laugh had beenless nervous the next time. And her laugh had been approving the day Jen slapped theboy hard across the cheek for complaining after being asked to let his Mommy use hishand as her ashtray.

  As Jen's treatment of her stepson became increasing cruel Cynthia had remained silent, her thrill at seeing the boy hurt battling with her own maternal instincts to protecthim. In the end her darker nature won out and she simply sat back and enjoyed the showas Jennifer did increasing wicked things to her stepson. Today's match burning incidentwas the latest and most sadistic little game Jen had played yet. And it seemed to haveopened a well of emotion in Cyndi. Positive emotions, Delicious emotions. Utterly wickedand predatory emotions that Cyndi was now eager to explore.

  That's partly why she spent so much time over here now. She'd grown to enjoy watching Jen interact with Bobby. It shamed her somewhat, but when Cyndi washonest with herself she had to admit she was aroused by the boy's subservientmanner. She'd even hurt the boy before once herself. Last week Cynthia had dug hernails into the boy's chest, pinched Bobby's nipples hard and twisted his titsviciously when he'd put too much sun screen lotion on her thighs and messedup her towel.

  The sight of the boy kneeling here passively, his head twisted back awkwardly by her iron like grip on his hair, his face turned up to her, the tears stillin his eyes from the way his Mommy had deliberately burned him had a strange effect on Cyndi. She was aroused on by the episode. Turned on. Wet betweenher thighs from the heat that raged within her, not from the sun that shoneabove her.  For the last year Cynthia had watched her neighbor use the boy inincreasingly wicked ways. And never really protested. Cynthia was intrigued byJennifer's relationship with the stepson. She'd started to wonder how shecould create the same kind of relationship with her own son Johnny.

  Her Johnny would have been cursing her before the match even got close to his fingers. That's assuming she could ever get her own boy to even agree to lighther cigarette, much less fetch her a pack the way Bobby had just done for hisMommy. Cynthia was impressed with the boy. And envious in a way. This wasn'tthe first time Cyndi had seen Jennifer mistreat the boy. But it was the mostsevere. And strangely, the most exciting.

  What especially thrilled her about what she'd just seen was the way Jen had so casually burned her boy's fingers.  The woman had seemed to enjoy her son'spain. Enjoyed it in the way Cynthia imagined herself enjoying the pain she'dbeen wanting to inflict on her own husband and her own son for more than a year now.Jen burned her boy without guilt, without a second thought. As though that waswhat a woman did with a boy if she felt like it.

  And the boy had acted just like his Mommy had every right to hurt him anduse him and do what she pleased with him. Even now, cradling his hand with hissore fingers Bobby looked attentively at his stepmom, clearly waiting for hernext instruction, her next demand. What a good little boy.

  For the last year Cynthia had fantasized that men and boys should act that wayfor her. She'd been friends with Jen for three years, ever since the Kilmer'smoved in next door shortly after Jen married Richard. And after three yearswatching the way Jennifer treated both her stepson and husband Cynthia haddecided to act. She'd decided to ask Jen for help in teaching her own son howto behave the way Bobby did. Then maybe later the two women could do somethingabout her husband David. That man needed a serious attitude adjustment.

"Ohhhh, does that hurt Bobby. Come here sweetie. Let Aunt Cyndi kiss it andmake it all better." she leered at the boy.

  Jen laughed, pinched her boy's tit and told him to give his hand to Mrs.Sullivan. The woman took his fingers, pulled them up to her lips, gently kissedthe boy's burnt flesh, pinched his fingers together, twisted them hard,

laughed when Bobby's body stiffened from the pain as the boy grunted under thestrain of keeping his composure. She was smiling at the boy when she askedhim to give her a cigarette.

"Well sweetie, aren't you going to offer your guest a cigarette like you didfor Mommy? What's the matter Bobby. Are manners only for Mommies? Perhaps youneed a lesson in etiquette young man."

  Bobby started to shake ever so slightly. Jennifer laughed as she handed Cyndi thebox of matches.

"Would you mind if I burned Bobby's other hand Jen. To help him remember nexttime that I smoke too."

"Be my guest. The boy deserves it. He's practically worthless. If he didn'thave such a nice body and pliable mind I'd have gotten rid of him months ago.But now that he's sixteen and can legally drop out of school I've decided Ilike the idea of having him around all the time in case I want to play."

  The two women laughed and made small talk as Cynthia made the boy use fourmatches before she finally allowed him to light her Virginia Slim. He couldbarely light the last match, his fingers singed so badly that he had troubleholding the match. Mommy made him use his other hand for the last match.She said she wanted him to feel the fire somewhere else besides his right one.

Cynthia had been spending more of her afternoons at the Kilmer’s this summerfor another reason as well. She enjoyed watching the Sullivan boy moving aroundthe patio in his swim suit as he waited on his Mother.  Judging from the bulgein Bobby's swim suit the kid had to be swinging ten inches at least. She wishedher own boy had a cock like that. Not her boy Johnny. She wasn't quite ready toview her son as her sex toy although lately the though had crossed her mindmore than once.

  She kept other boys for that.  The woman had always liked sex. Young boys were best.She liked the way young boys recover so quickly after they came. Young men’s penis stamina let her ride those hardcocks as long as she wanted.  Cynthia's current sex toy was a boy named James, a sweettwenty year old college student she'd met at a coffee shop four months ago. She'd beenscrewing the boy silly since that first afternoon. Her Jimmy-toy provided her an outletfor her pent up sexual energy. And the growing need she felt to take control of herlife and her men.

  For her part, Jennifer had noticed the recent changes in Cynthia. She knew about herneighbor's boy toys. It'd been impossible not to see the change in her friends mood. She'dcome back from her afternoon romps positively giddy, still flushed and excitedfrom a good hard fuck. Her current boy toy was kid named James. Cynthia had evenintroduced him to Jen, gloating a little about having such a young stud at herbeck and call, proud of the fact she'd broken out of her rut and finally goneout and grabbed what she wanted instead of just thinking about it. Jen had encouraged her friend Cyndi for more than a year to start an affair. Cynthiadeserved that pleasure. Jen just hadn't anticipated how quickly her friendwould embrace the wanton and lustful life she herself had been living all herlife. But she could use her son to test the other woman’s comfort with truly sadistic play.

"He's well behaved for a teen don't you think." Jennifer laughed.

"He certainly is. I doubt my Johnny would even pick up a pack of cigarettes forhis Mommy much less offer me a light unprompted. James wouldn't to do that forme either. I did like that thing you did with the match. I'll have to try thaton Jimmy someday. How on earth did you train Bobby to be such a, ahh, youknow, to be so good, to mind so well."

  They were sunning themselves by Jen's pool on a lazy July afternoon. Neitherworked so weekdays were spent here. Or at the spa. Or the gym. Or shopping.With school out Jen could keep Bobby home too. To help Mommy. To serve Mommy.To light Mommy's cigarettes and freshen Mommy's drink and be Mommy's bait asshe enticed her best friend into exploring her wicked side.

"Of course, it took quite a bit of my attention and energy to train Bobby. Itaught his father first. But Richard was already a submissive when I started.All I had to do was turn the man into a masochist. Richard's probably even moreloyal and obedient than Bobby. I'll almost regret putting him down when thetime comes."

Cynthia laughed.

"You talk like they're animals. Like men are just beasts we can train to do ourbidding. And then dispose of when they've out lived their usefulness."

"Well aren't they? And if they aren't, shouldn't they be. In fact, I'd saymen are lower on the scale of life than pets. You can love a pet. All you can dowith a man is use him to satisfy that insatiable hunger between your legs. Or as asource of wealth. No, men are little more than clay for a woman to shape as shesees fit."

They both laughed at that comment. They'd shared similar sentiments about menin the last year and a half. Jen knew Cynthia was unhappy in her marriage. Sheknew her neighbor had been in half a dozen affairs with much younger menthan her husband David Sullivan. Which made perfect sense to Jennifer. Cyndiwas still young, only thirty six, in her prime. David was in his late fifties,over weight and out of shape with a body incapable of providing his wife with thepleasure she deserved. Jen was hoping to goad her friend into making thenext logical step, into realizing just how much better off she'd be if shegot rid of her husband but kept his money. Because that's what JenniferKilmer intended to do with her Richard and she needed Mandy's help to get away withit.

"I'd like to shape my two men, my Johnny and my James."

"Speaking of your boy Cyndi, where is Johnny? Not that I'm complaining. Ilike that we can be ourselves with Bobby when it's just the two of us. But ifyou're sincere about wanting to turn your Johnny into a boy like my stepson there'sno better time to start than now."

"He's off with his father visiting the boy's granddad. They went into the cityfor the weekend to help David's old man with some repairs. Every time they go I hopethis'll be the time there's an accident. I know that's a terrible thing to say,a terrible thing to want. But it is how I feel. An accident would solve so manyproblems for me."

"Trust me Cyndi I know exactly how you feel. And divorce is so time consuming. Andexpensive. I was married three times before I met Richard. My current little incomeproducer probably has another couple years in him before I want to get rid of him. LikeI wanted to get rid of the other men I married. Lucky for me all three of the foolsdied for me. With a little help of course."

  It was a rather bold admission for Jen. But she'd gotten to know Cynthia wellenough these last few months to know the other woman had these same kinds ofthoughts, these same kinds of desires. Besides, she'd waited for Cyndi to firstraise the idea of arranging an accident for her husband. Now all she had to do washelp her neighbor see how they could get away with snuffing their husbands. And havinga bit of wicked fun when they did. And she knew Bobby would be the key to helpingCyndi Sullivan enthusiastically embrace her sadistic side. The boy was perfect.After all he was already Mommy's slut. Now he could be Cynthia's too.

"Bobby, don't be rude dear. Mommy needs another cigarette. Mrs. Sullivan doestoo you stupid boy.  Pay attention hon. Or Mommy will have to teach you a lesson."

"Yes Mommy. I'm sorry Mommy."

"Don't apologize to me dear. Apologize to Cynthia. She's the one you've ignored.She's the one who ought to punish you."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Sullivan. Would you like another?"

"Not right now Bobby. Tell me sweetie, what are those marks on your legs. Andyour butt. Where'd you get those red, raised lines running across your rearhon. Do they hurt?"

Cynthia ran her fingers over the largest welt on Bobby's leg. It was about six inches long. That welt crossed another that angled up under the boy'sswim suit. The woman let her finger follow it, pushing under Bobby's suit withfirst one finger, then another. Hooking her fingers under the thin nylonmaterial she tugged, pulled the boy's suit down a couple inches, then used herhand on his ass to turn Bobby so he faced her.

"Take off your suit for me Bobby dear. Is that OK Jen? I'd like to see whathe's covered up back there on his ass. And I'd love to see what's making thiswonderful bulge in his crotch."

  The boy looked at his stepmom, waiting for her to tell him what to do. Hewas fifteen, for three years his Mommy had been training him to be her obedient,submissive little boy. But she'd always impressed on him the need to keepsecret the games she played with him. True, he'd noticed that Mommy was beingpretty open about their special relationship in front of Mrs. Sullivan. AndMommy had just encouraged Mrs. Sullivan to burn him with the matches. But hewasn't going to tell unless he knew Mommy approved.

"Go on dear. Strip. And tell Cyndi what we did this morning. And why we did it.She should find it amusing."

  As Bobby stood and slowly stepped out of his suit he explained the sourceof the fresh marks on his legs and ass. Cynthia hardly heard. She was staringpractically open mouthed at the boy's cock. It was marvelous. So thick. Andso big for not being fully erect. She guessed he was nine inches already. Andstill partially limp. She licked her lips as the boy spoke, her eyes glued tohis dick. She wanted to touch it, to fondle it, to take it between her legsand feel it thrust deep within her. She suspected Jen wouldn't mind.

"Mommy whipped me this morning Mrs. Sullivan. She used a cane on me. Six timeson each thigh and six times on my butt. She said she just wanted to see howwell I took a caning."

  Smiling Cynthia ran her fingers along the length of Bobby's dick. The boyresponded instantly. Wrapping her hand around his meaty member the greedy womanstroked the boy's shaft until he lost his train of thought and stopped talking.His hips started to pump and drops of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his dick.Cynthia kept him there, fully aroused, close to orgasm but just far enoughaway he wouldn't shoot off. Yet. He was huge. She judged eleven inches. Cynthiahad known a number of ten inch dicks in her time but never an eleven.

"And how did you take it sweetheart. Were you good for your Mommy?"

  Again Bobby looked at Jennifer. He'd tried to be good. He'd tried to staystill while she beat him. He didn't have to answer the question though. Insteadhe could focus on the wonderful sensation in his dick as Cynthia jerked him offand Mommy answered the question for him.

"He was just OK Cyndi. Mostly he stayed quiet but he did cry some after theeighth or ninth blow. And he moved way too much. I think he needs anotherlesson. Would you like to do the honors. I think my little boy needs anotherwhipping. At least a dozen or so more blows. And after you beat him you can fuckhim if you want. I know you like your lovers young hon. And I've seen the way youstare at my little Bobby's dick. It's taken me three years to grow it that big."

  Both women leered at the boy. From what Cynthia could tell he'd been hard allmorning. She fondled his cock with her toes. It was thick and heavy and long.She looked forward to feeling it slid inside her. Her boy toy Jimmy was big toobut not as big as Bobby.

"I'd like that. What do you mean you grew his dick that big?"

  Jen laughed.

"I put the boy on steroids and Viagra almost as soon as I met him, evenbefore his father Richard asked me to marry him. I was still just 'dating' the boy's Dad when I started preparing his son to be my slut. The foolish man never did figure out I was just stalking him. Anyway, aftera few months preparing Richard I was spending most nights at his place. Mostmornings too. I'd get up and fix my boys a nice nutritious breakfast. I addeddrugs to both their meals. The poor boys. Neither one understood why they hada boners all day. Or why they fell so deeply in love with me."

"You're kidding. So Bobby was what, thirteen years old? And you've had him on asteady program of hormones and Viagra to enlarge his dick all this time. MyGod Jen, imagine if you'd started earlier. He could have a foot long dong bynow. Do you think it's too late for my Johnny?"

  For the last few months Jen had watched with growing satisfaction as herfriend kept quiet about the little torments Jen imposed on her stepson.Burning Bobby with the match was the most sadistic thing she'd done yet. Andshe could see Cynthia was more curious and fascinated by the episode than she was offended. Which is what Jen had hoped. If Cynthia had the right attitudeabout men, especially about men she was close to, men she was intimate with,then Jen and Cynthia could help each other. For fun and profit.

  Jennifer chuckled. Cynthia was coming around. She'd accepted the fact thatBobby was little more than his Mommy's sex slave. And she was starting to viewher own son in the same way. Jen was pleased that her months of effort hadpaid off. She suspected lots of women would jump at the chance to treat men aspersonal slaves. And she'd been positive Cynthia was of that persuasion. Gettingconfirmation pleased Jen. She wanted to free her friend and neighbor fromthe psychological chains society put on women like her. Jennifer had realized her sadisticnature at a young age. Over time she'd allowed herself to pursue it and nurtureit and express it without guilt or fear. Now she wanted to share that specialjoy with other women friends. Cynthia was her closest friend. Now the two wouldbe even closer.

"We may not be able to grow Johnny's dick but we can certainly change hisattitude. I've got some ideas that we can talk about later. But first,let's have some fun with Bobby. Bobby, darlin, Mommy's cigarette ash is toolong. Show Mrs. Sullivan how you make an ashtray for Mommy. That's a good boy."

  The boy got down on his knees between the two chaise lounges where the womenwere sunning themselves. He tilted his head up, opened his mouth and patientlywaited for his Mommy to use him. Jen wasted no time. She held her cigaretteover her boy's open mouth, flicked the long ash down his throat then used hislip to shape the tip of her cigarette to a sharp, hot point.

"Nicely done sweetie. Now turn so Mrs. Sullivan can use you. Don't be shy Cyndi.Use his mouth as your own personal ashtray. Burn his lip if you like. We'llsay he had pizza for lunch. And it was so hot it burned my little boy's lip.Go on, you know you want to. Burn my sweet boy on his lip Cyndi. Bobby's usedto it. I do it all the time. He likes it. Don't you hon."

Cynthia saw tears in the boy's eyes as he turned his head toward her. Hislip was twitching from where his Mother had just burned him. With his head stilltilted back and his mouth open poor Bobby couldn't nod his head effectivelybut he could whimper that yes, he did like being Mommy's ashtray, he did likebeing a good boy for Mommy and doing what she told him to do.

  Something about the way the boy looked hit Cynthia hard, the way he waskneeling on the pool deck with his head tilted back, the look of fear anddevotion and pain and confusion in his eyes. She liked the way he looked, likedthe idea of a boy being so devoted to her he'd gladly let her burn him if sheliked. Best of all she liked the way the his cock looked, the way it pokedstraight out from his crotch, the way it seemed to reach out to her, all tenglorious inches. He was hard.  He must like the way his stepmother treatedhim. At least that's what Cynthia allowed herself to think. Because she didwant to hurt this boy. She wanted to hurt him more than he could imagine, maybeeven more than he could handle.  She wasn't sure why exactly. And she didn'tparticularly care. The desire was almost overwhelming.  She had to burnBobby's lip. She just knew it would feel so good when she did.

  The woman held her cigarette over the boy's open mouth, lightly tapped thethin cylinder, smiled as the inch of spent ash fell on Bobby's tongue. In afluid motion she raised her cigarette to her mouth, inhaled hard, sucking in alung full of smoke, her fingers momentarily releasing her cigarette as her lipsclamped down ever so gently yet causing the white tube to rise up. When the tipthe tip of her cigarette was glowing all hot and orange and fierce with fireCynthia wrapped her fingers around the shaft and quickly pulled it from hermouth, her lips seemingly reluctant to let it go. And just as quick she guidedthe still glowing tip to Bobby's mouth, pressing the tiny fire to the cornerof his open mouth where the boy's dark red lip merged with the smooth tan skinon his cheek. She pressed lightly, keeping the tip of her cigarette justagainst the boy's flesh so as to burn him without putting out the lovely fire.The boy gasped, his sharp intake of breath causing Cyndi's cigarette to glowbrighter. She laughed, a delighted giggle, held her cigarette steady, lookedat the boy and smiled when she saw the agony in his eyes.

"God, that's fun. Jesus, Jennifer, how can we do this to the boy. It's, it's,I don't know. It's depraved. Immoral. Fuck. I know I should feel bad, Jesus. I'm a Mom. I know I should feel guilty. But I don't. Are we monsters? Maiming him like this? Christ,it's fun. But he's just a boy Jen. Do you think he deserves kind of tormentthis just to give a couple of bored, over sexed, over pampered thirty somethingwives and mothers a thrill?"

"Of course he deserves this. Because he is just a boy. It's why they existCyndi. To serve us. To provide us pleasure and entertainment and thrills.And my Bobby is very good at it. Almost as good as his father."

"You mean you do the same kinds of things to Richard? And he doesn't complain.My God Jen, what did you do to him? Hypnotize him? Make him some sort of slave?Does he know what you do to his son?"

  Jennifer just laughed, flicked some ash in Bobby's open mouth, used his burntlip to shape her cigarette, sucked in a lung full of smoke and blew it slowlyin the boy's face.

"Richard knows all about Bobby. It's the first thing I made him do when heproposed. He was so desperate to marry me he agreed to let me turn the boy intomy very own slave. I made him betray his son. It was the only way I'd agree tomarry him. He had to give me Bobby. Of course, it helped that he was on a threeday bender of Ecstasy and Cialis. The poor man. He was so trusting and hard andhorny he'd have done anything for me."

  Jen laughed as she flicked more ash down Bobby's mouth. Cynthia laughed too.Earlier her laughs had been a little nervous, tentative. Now her laugh was oneof delight, of whole hearted amusement with just a bit of the predator mixedin. Cyndiflicked her ash down Bobby's open mouth, caressed the boy's lip withher hot coal, traced a burning hot line along the top of his upper lip, smiledat the boy as she held the tip of her cigarette close to Bobby's right nostril,laughed cruelly when her cigarette turned a bright orange, his inward breathpulling life giving oxygen past the burning tube of tobacco. Slowly, savoringthe moment Cynthia guided the fiery tip up into Bobby's nostril, letting hercigarette burn the boy inside his nose. He was in agony, his head thrashingwildly.

  Jen wasted no time grabbing Bobby's hair with her left had to hold his headsteady. Wrapping her right arm around her stepson's neck she pulled the boyback so his head was nestled between her legs. As the boy's head jerked andtwisted between her thighs Jennifer laughed, the look of pleasure on her faceunmistakable. Nodding to her own cigarette clutched securely between thefingers of her right hand she encouraged her friend Cynthia to have some morefun.

"Cyndi, take my cigarette and shove it up the other side of his nose. I thinkit's time Bobby learned how to smoke."

Cynthia needed no further prompting. She grabbed Jen's cigarette, took a fiercedrag to get the tip burning brightly then slid the hot coal up Bobby's nose.The boy screamed, fought wildly, kicked out with his legs. Both women laughed.Cynthia was surprised at how excited the boy's pain made her. Without thinkingshe reached out and grabbed his right tit between her fingers, pulled on ituntil she thought she might pull it off then twisted and pinched the boy'snipple until his scream turned into a high pitched wail.

  Gradually Bobby's struggles weakened. As they did the women's passion seemedto strengthen. By the time the boy slumped over, inert andunmoving his stepmotherwas banging his head between her legs with vicious, pounding blows.Cynthia was brutalizing the boy's tits, her strong slender fingers pinchingand twisting and pulling on his skin so hard he'd have bruises for weeks.

  Eventually Jen released the boy's hair and opened her legs. Bobby slid downto the concrete deck. His Mommy put her finger to the artery in his neck andsmiled.

"He's still got a pulse. It's weak and erratic but he'll live. This time."

"And he's still hard too. God Jen, how much Viagra did you give him."

“Enough for us to have fun with him all day. I used Cialis and Viagra on him. His cock will stay hard well into tomorrow. If he lives that long. I want to try out something new on Bobby.”

  Bobby survived the rest of his day with the two women. But he did go to bedthat night with more than four dozen new cigarette burns on his cock and ballsand tits and more welts on his thighs and ass than he could count. Cynthia hadbeen curious how Jen was going to keep all those marks and scars hidden whenBobby went back to school in the fall. She had to laugh when her friendexplained.

"Bobby's not going back to school. I filed the papers last week to home schoolhim. I only have to fake a home education for ten months. He'll be sixteen by thenand can legally drop out of school. I've already got the paperwork in motion to takecare of that. So you see, Bobby's only going to be out in public as much as Idecide to let him. And he's such a good boy for Mommy I'll probably keep himhome all the time now."

"I should do the same with Johnny."

"I'm not sure that solves your problem. Would David go along with you making aslave of the boy? You could keep him at home but what's his father going todo when he finds out you're torturing Johnny?"

"You're right. So you think I should train David first? Turn him into my slavethe way you did Richard? Dave's pretty stubborn. It's what makes him sosuccessful in real estate development. I doubt he'd go along willing with hisown enslavement."

"No Cyndi, I'm afraid David's a lost cause as far as training him to serve you.The way you deserve to be served. No, I was thinking Johnny could run away."

  As they'd talked about what to do about Cynthia's son Johnny and her husbandDavid the two women had been taking turns reaming Bobby's ass hole with alarge dildo. The boy's screams sometimes interrupted their conversation. Notbecause he was too loud. They could easily make themselves understood over hispitiful screams. No, the interruption was because Bobby only screamed whenthe pain was unbearable. And that's when he was most enjoyable, when he wasthrashing and jerking and twisting in agony. That's when Jennifer and Cynthiahad to concentrate all their attention on the boy, savoring his every agonizedspasm.

"What if Johnny ran away. Not really of course. We'd just make it looks like hehad. We could take him to un-law’s place. It's a farm outside town.Richard's old man still lives there but he suffers from dementia. He barely knows where he is much lesswhat's going on around him. I can control him. And Richard. The farm's safe. Wecould keep Johnny there and do whatever we liked to the boy.  The house is a thousandfeet back from the road. Nobody would know we had the boy there.  You can train himto be an obedient slave for his Mommy. Or you could just play with him, keep himchained up while you had your fun with him."

"How would we make it look like he's a runaway? I'm not sure I could pull thatoff with the cops. I mean, wouldn't I have to act all frantic and upset and sadand broken hearted. I doubt I could do that. Getting rid of Johnny would be adream come true. I'd probably screw it up by laughing my head off."

"I'll work with you on that. All you need to do is think about the consequencesif you get caught. That should sober you up, make you feel anxious, upset. That'sthe trick, to have the right emotions but for different reasons. You'll be upsetand angry and scared and sad. Mot for Johnny. For you if we don't pull this off."

Cynthia was keenly interested in taking her Johnny someplace where she could torturehim. And at the same time the woman found herself slightly appalled that she couldeven think about doing that to her own son. But then she looked at Bobby, burned andbleeding with a goofy grin on his face after being smothered half to death. Cynthia haddone a lot of that to the boy herself. And she had liked it. A lot. It had turned her on. It hadturned her on tremendously. She'd almost climaxed when Bobby passed out. But it had alsoexcited her in ways that weren't just sexual. She could sense that dark side of herselfexerting itself. It felt good to let it out. Cyndi made up her mind. She'd kidnap herson, take him to a safe place and she'd hurt him more than he could survive. And she'dlove every delicious freaking minute of it.

"When? When can we do him? I want to hurt Johnny. Bad. Let's grab him tonight."

"Hold on girl. I admire your enthusiasm. But we'll need a few weeks of prep. Are you sureyou're up for this Cyndi. Johnny is your son. You carried him for nine months, you gavebirth to him. This is a big step Cyndi. Once we take your Johnny we probably can't everlet him go. He'll never be free again. You'll have to ignore any traditional maternalfeeling you may feel.  You'll have to treat him as a slave, a piece of meat, a toy whoexists solely for your pleasure, your amusement. Can you do that to your own son?"

"Oh, I can do that. And more. I'm ready for this Jen. Hell, it's worth it just todestroy my David. He'll be heart broken when his only child runs away. Can we makeit look like Johnny left because of his Dad. That'll push my sweet husband over theedge. God I want to hurt that creep. I want him to suffer like no man's sufferedbefore. And the best place to start is to hurt my son, my flesh and blood."

  Jennifer laughed. And hugged her new best friend. The passion in Cynthia's voiceconvinced Jen she could count on the woman to follow through. It was funny how manywomen had this cruel streak buried just below the surface. Unfortunately too fewwomen ever got the chance to express that wickedly cruel side of themselves. Jen wasglad she could help her neighbor let her dark side out for some fun and games. And

pleased with how eager the woman seemed to explore her naturally sadistic nature.

"Good. I'm glad you feel that way. And sure, we can make it look like it's David'sfault Johnny ran away. If we play it right after a few months we might even be ableto let David know what you've been doing to his son. But first we have to make yourboy disappear without anyone suspecting you and I took him. Does Johnny have a bankaccount of his own? A credit card. And cell phone?"

"God I'd love to see David's face if he could see me fucking my own son. His own son.Shit, we could load Johnny up with Cialis, get his cock so fucking big and hard. Thenmake David suck on his own son's prick. While I burn the boy's tits and stickneedles in his balls and shove the biggest dildo we can find so far up his ass it'llnever come out."

  Jennifer Kilmer giggled at the image. She'd done all those things to various menand boys. She'd just never done all of it at once. But it sounded fun. And sheloved Cynthia's enthusiasm. Now if she could just get the woman to take it one stepat a time. They'd get to torture Johnny. But first they had to get him to the farmwithout leaving a trail that pointed back to them.

"We'll do all that girlfriend. All that and more. Trust me. Your boys are going tosuffer Cyndi. And you're gong to get to do things you can't imagine. But first wehave to make it look like you son's run away. So, credit card? Cell phone? Bankaccount?"

"Yeah, Johnny has all of that. Except the credit card. He has a debit card instead. And hehas email, a Facebook page, a YouTube blog and some sort of play character or avatar thingin an online virtual reality game. Why? Does it make it more difficult to make him disappear?"

"Not at all. All that helps actually. We're going to leave some false clues behind.Bobby's going to dress up as Johnny and withdraw his bank money from an ATM theday Johnny disappears.  You and I are going to make up some entries to post onyour boy's Facebook page to make it look like he's thinking about running away.Then after we take him to the farm and tie him up I’ll take Bobby and drivethree hundred miles west. During the trip I'll stop every so often and have Bobby use Johnny’sdebit card. We'll leave a fake trail so it looks like the boy left home.They'll never think to look locally. Then we can do what we want with your sweetlittle boy."

Cynthia had gotten more and more excited as she listened. It was going to happen.And she didn't feel guilty about it. Or bad. Or scared. With Jen encouraging her andshowing her how much fun it was to play rough with Bobby it was easy to contemplate torturing her son. Her only regretwas she hadn't met Jennifer years ago. Cyndi was in a marvelous mood when she went home to tell her boy life as he knew it was over for him. Snuff didn’t sound too terrible extreme as she how good it’d felt when she tortured Bobby Kilmer. His shrieking and his flopping about had wakened something in Cynthia, something she liked, something cruel she wanted to explore, something wicked she wanted to embrace. Her Johnny would be the vehicle she used to free herself from convention as she gave in to the sadist that had always lived within her. Cyndi laughed. Her son had no idea what Mommy had in mind for him.

"Johnny honey I want you to pack enough stuff for the week. We're going to the beachwith Jennifer Kilmer and her son Bobby. You can spend the time playing video games if you want.  I just want to get out of the city for a bit."

  It was as simple as that. The boy didn't even complain. And he packed his favoritethings like his iPod and his portable DVD player and his Gameboy. So it would seemplausible later that he ran away. Cynthia Sullivan was almost giddy as watched her son puther things and his in the back of the SUV. The poor dumb kid was helping in hisown abduction and enslavement and he was clueless. Johnny waseven glad to ride in back so he could watch movies on the SUV's video player. Little did heknow that the tinted windows would ensure nobody saw him as they drove away thatmorning. 

Cyndi grinned to herself as she turned the first corner. And massaged the throbbing spot between her legs. When the wicked woman reported her son missing later that night it would all seem so believable, so plausible. Officially her boy would be listed as a runaway. And she’d be free to torture Johnny as much as she wanted. Cynthia’s only concern as she pulled onto the highway was she’d get to excited and snuff her ungrateful bastard teenaged son before she could have all her wicked sadistic fun with him. To take the edge off her desire to do the boy right then, right there the cruel woman unzipped her jeans so her fingers could probe her hot slit already moist just from thinking about what she was about to do. The near orgasm she experienced only served to remind her why she was taking her son to his date with torture and pain and death. It was all about sex when you got down to it. Sex and power and pleasure.