Short Stories by Hope/The Boy With a Big Cock/Age 3
A few weeks after his third birthday, Jane and Holly moved in together. They were now working three or four evenings a week, and sometimes, they paid for a babysitter so they could work together. They had moved into a two-bedroom flat in a better part of town. Jeremy and Kirsty had beds in one room and the two mothers shared a big double in the other.
You might think that women in the sex trade would get enough at work. In fact, a lot of their dates were less than satisfying. Overweight, middle-aged men are not love's young dream and the fit, good-looking ones could usually find company without paying for it. All that many of their customers wanted was a sympathetic ear and a blowjob.
Jeremy was now a sturdy three-year-old and his cock was as big as many teenagers. Not only was he getting a daily blowjob from either Holly or his mother, but he had discovered that there were other places a cock could go that were even better. When Kirsty first helped him slip his stiff cock into the vagina through which he had been delivered she had felt guilty for days after. Blowjobs were one thing, but motherfucking was a serious step up. When she finally confessed to Holly, she was shocked to discover that hers was not the first cunt her son had fucked.
A week before, when Kirsty was working and Holly was minding the kids, something had woken Jeremy and he'd toddled into the sitting room to find "Aunty" Holly watching porn and sliding a dildo in and out of her cunt. Her first instinct was to get him back to bed, but he was more interested in what she was doing. He had often played with his mother, and even got his hand right into her cunt, but up to now, Holly had not allowed him any liberties apart from the usual blowjob when his mother was out.
By the time Holly had extracted the dildo, Jeremy had dropped his pyjamas to reveal his stiff cock. "What do you think you're going to do with that," Holly asked. Jeremy didn't say, but took a pace forward and reached for her pussy. On the TV behind him, a young(ish) woman was having her pussy pounded by a muscular man with a big cock. "I reckon that'll be you in another fifteen years or so," she said. When he looked at the screen, Jeremy knew what he wanted and, somehow, Holly ended up on the floor with her knees up and spread, while she guided Jeremy's cock into her welcoming cunt.
You might think that women working in the sex trade would be getting as much sex as they wanted. However, it was not unusual to come home after a "date" feeling frustrated. Many of the men who paid for sex had no concern for anyone but themselves, so once they had emptied their balls into whichever hole they were using, they couldn't get away fast enough.
By the time he reached his fourth birthday, Jeremy was used to being woken in the night to help his mother or Aunty Holly to relieve their tension. Since sex was the thing he liked best in his little world, he didn't mind a bit and enthusiastically sucked and licked their cunts, even if there was still the remains of some punter's spunk in there. When they were ready, he would get up on his knees and slide his cock into the warm wet recess and fuck them until they squealed.
Neither Holly nor his mother were in the least surprised that he was also fucking Kirsty even though she was only a year older than him. The two children shared a bedroom and more often than not, they would share a bed as well. They did try to enrol him at a local nursery, but he was sent home on his second day for "inappropriate behaviour". He was proud of his cock and happy to show it to anyone who asked. Unfortunately, the management was worried about what the other parents might say when their toddlers came home talking about the boy with a big willy.