Bonnie (1)

Bonnie (1)

The Bonnie stories are a collaboration between myself and Bonnie (her real name) who is a fan of my stories. They are part fantasy and part fact. Enjoy

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I would say I don’t know how it all started but that would be a lie. I know exactly how it started.

Me and husband Mark with our two boys, Chris and Steve, live in a semi detached house, and my bedroom was on the corner of the house and had a double aspect looking out to the back garden and a side window looking towards our next door neighbour Tina. She also had two sons a year or so younger than mine and their bedroom was directly opposite mine. They always had a huge robot in the bedroom window.

One night I noticed that the robot was missing. I didn’t think anything of it till on another night after my shower I was drying myself off when I saw that the robot was missing and the curtains moving. My immediate reaction was to cover myself, but I didn‘t. I stood and watched till I saw a small face appear. The boys were watching me. At this point I should have closed the curtains, but again I didn’t. Instead I gave them a bit of a show

“What was the harm?” I asked myself, “Just nosey neighbours. And it gives me some harmless fun while Mark is on the road working.” So I dropped the towel and slowly got dressed. This became a regular thing. I would even wait till the robot was moved before stripping off and getting dressed. Slowly it turned into more of a show. And, to my shame it turned me on.

Over the next few weeks I became a true exhibitionist and I have to say quite dirty at times. I even let them know that I was going into town one day to try on some clothes. Once I knew they were watching I took some clothes into the cubicle to try on but left the curtain slightly open so they could see. I acted like I didn’t see them of course.

Then a man who was walking past stopped and look as well. I should have grabbed the curtain and closed but instead I just looked at him, letting him see my naked body. I was wet with longing. Longing for him to ram his rampant cock into me. I shook myself out of my stupor and donned the clothing I had brought in with me. My hands wanted to close the curtain but wouldn’t obey instructions. I turned and looked at my red face in the mirror. Right then, at that moment I wanted something hard up my throbbing pussy. I looked back out to see the man was gone, and the boys were giggling to each other. I quickly put my own clothes back on and left the store in a hurry

Once I had crossed that barrier I enjoyed the experience many times over the next few months. I had got so addicted to flashing my body I found myself flashing my own son’s ‘by accident.’ or that’s what I told myself. I also started doing it when I was out on my own. I had become a real exhibitionist. I would occasionally dress slutty in short skirt and low cut top without a bra and walk down the street to the local shops. I loved the feel of my tits swaying freely and rubbing on the material making them rise up and show to world I was turned on.

I even got the courage to go into a sex shop hoping someone would look at me or touch me. Maybe more. At the back of the shop was a row of cubicles and looked into one of them and saw a man masturbating as he looked through a widow at a girl dancing. I wanted to be that gorl, only without the glass. Too frightened at my ow feelings I turned and ran out of the shop.

When I got home I realised I was putting myself at risk. This I knew came from an experience in my past. The shock was, that I wanted to be at risk. I wanted a man to see me and, well, take me, make me his slut and turn me into his whore. To use me and humiliate me. I knew it could never happen so I judged that what I was doing with the boys was a safe option. I could expose myself safely and know that they would be getting some pleasure from it. They certainly became more chatty when they saw me but never actually mentioned what we were doing. As for my own son’s they too made it clear that they wanted to see more.

Once I realised what had brought this need back to life I couldn’t help but remember what happened with Ken. I was 12 at the time and Ken who was in his sixties, was our next door neighbour. Our, being my single mum and me. Mum and Kens wife Mary would often go into town to shop or go to bingo and Ken would baby sit. It all started off ok but then after a few times he would encourage me to sit on his lap and well you know the story. It wasn’t long before I was his eager sex slave and all I wanted to do was please him. Then of course he introduced a few chosen friends and I would sometimes be having sex with three or even four men all over sixty. This went on for several years. I suppose once it stopped I just put it out of my mind and got on with my life. (This story will be written fully in a prequel.) But that’s another story so back to this one.

I got home from work late one day as a customer had spilled a full cup of coke over me as I was leaving work. So I rushed into the laundry room and stripped off. I put on the first things that came to hand as I could hear the boys arriving home. A pair of jeans and t-shirt. Or so I thought. I just managed to get dressed as they entered the kitchen.

“Hi boys.” I said.

“Hi mum.” They both chirped.

Then Chris who is 12, smiled and said, “That top looks so much better like that than it did at the weekend.”

It was at this point that I realised the top had low cut arm holes. It was supposed to be worn with at least a bra, which I hadn’t had time to put on or a t-shirt. As it was, being low cut in the front as well as the sides my tit’s were almost on full view. “Oh!” I said, “I got soaked at work so dressed in a hurry.”

“That’s alright mum.” Chris smiled making it quite plain he was enjoying the view which I had done nothing to hide. “I think you look real sexy like that. Much better than your usual show.”

I leaned forward slowly and brushed his cheek with my hand. “You young man are getting really cheeky.” I stayed in that position giving him the best view of my tits that he had ever had. I looked down at his crotch and could tell he had an erection. This started my pussy throbbing. “No I am going for a quick shower before I start dinner. Why don’t you two get changed and then go play xbox. I will be down in a minute.” They both smiled and Chris went up to get changed, physically dragging Steve with him. Steve had been staring with his mouth wide open. Even though he was only 9 he too had an erection.

I followed them upstairs to my room and stripped off ready to take a shower. I grabbed a towel and without covering myself I walked out of the bedroom straight into Chris.

“Oh!” I said surprised, “I thought you were playing xbox.”

“We decided that it was time we had a proper look at you.” Chris smiled “You have been showing us your tits for weeks now.”

“No…”

“Don’t deny it mum. Dan and Jimmy have been taking photos of you for months. Well now we want to see your tits close up. So we thought we would help you with your shower.”

“You can’t do that.” I said, shaking slightly. And if I am honest not sure of my reaction if I was naked with these two young boys. “It isn’t right.”

“Ok mum.” He said smiling and crossing his arms. “But what will dad say when we complain that next door have naked photo’s of you?

“Oh fuck.” I gasped, “No you can’t. Your dad must never know.”

“That’s ok mum.” Steve said, “We just want to wash you.”

I hesitated, trying to think of a way out of this predicament. The look on Chris’s face told me it wasn‘t just washing he wanted to do. I was trapped. Surprisingly I wasn’t angry. In fact my pussy was pounding. After all I told myself I had no choice did I?

I slowly dropped the towel and walked into the bathroom. Chris and Steve close behind me.

My heart was pounding as the water sprayed out hot and steamy. I stepped into the walk in shower. As I turned I saw them both stripping off.

What could I do? If I said no then they would tell Mark what I had been up to and that would be the end of my marriage and I would probably lose everything. So I let them join me.

With Steve it was more just washing mummy with a bit of curiosity. With Chris it was exploration. Checking out my body and seeing how far he could go. Playing with my breasts and rubbing my nipples. I should have been embarrassed and even ashamed when they stiffened up, and I could feel my pussy tingling at his not so childish play. When he went down to that place he came from I tried not to pull away but as their hands ran over my swollen pussy lips I gasped in as I was hit with a mini orgasm and pulled away. They just followed me and, not knowing what was happening continued pleasuring me. Finally I managed to pull away. “Too much boys too much too soon.” I said breathlessly

“You need to trim that bush mum so we can get a better look.”

“Cheeky.” I said with a smile. Then I surprised myself. I went down on my knees and ran my hand over his body till I came to his little 4” throbbing erection. “Is this because of me?” I asked.

He went bright red nodding his head but didn’t try to stop me. He ran his hands over my breasts as I stroked him.

“Your father will be home soon. I need to get dinner.” I gasped. “I will finish this later.”

“Come on Steve we will play with mum more later.” Chris said. They quickly dried off, dressed and then ran downstairs. When I finally got downstairs they were playing xbox like nothing had happened.

“What the hell have I done?” I asked myself. Smiling. “I’m being blackmailed by my twelve year old son. And I had an orgasm.”

I cooked dinner and dished up once Mark was home. As usual as soon as we finished dinner Mark flopped down in his armchair and the boys went back to the xbox for an hour before bedtime. As usual I gave them five minutes to settle down then went to up to tuck them in. “The boys want me to read them a story.” I said. Mark nodding his head and grunted.

As I entered their bedroom I smiled at Chris. “So how long have you been masturbating young man?”

“ A while now mum.” Chris said, a little embarrassed.

“Steve go to the top of the stairs and listen for dad.” I said as I pulled back Chris’s bedclothes. I pulled his bed shorts down and off his feet. I had a proper t-shirt on now which I pulled up so he could see my tits then I ran my hand up his legs, opening them slightly as I found his throbbing erection. But for the size it was like any other cock really. Except this one was attached to my 12yo son.

I should have felt disgusted. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Instead I was totally turned on, wet and throbbing. I took my young son’s 4 inch erection. I brushed it for a moment and then leaning forward I took it gingerly into my mouth. He moaned loudly. How stupid am I, I felt proud that I had gained a moan of pleasure. Not only that but that slight noise seemed to spur me on to even greater depravity. I bobbed up and down on his erect cock and played with his young testicles and then, the dirtiest of all I took his cock and his balls into my mouth while I lightly brushed his anus.

He raised his body up and moaned louder this time. “God mum that feels so good.