Creatures of the night

Creatures of the night.

Marshal John Harris was doing his evening round through town. He could almost taste the anxiety in the air, as he knew the whole town was dreading to face another night with the creatures. It was getting dark; the boys and girls ought to be already locked up in their cribs. He was the only one outside alone, but even in this gloom the marshal didn’t need to be worried about the creatures; he was a grown man and had sex lots of times, the creatures wouldn’t want him anymore.

It was a full moon tonight and in the nearby forest, the restless creatures could already be heard. Their ominous howling and excited yapping was very distinct in the eerie silence and traveled far in the crisp cold winter night. Lately the creatures were growing in number and getting more and more audacious, venturing deeper inside the villages at night, sniffing and scratching at the doors and windows. That’s why the Marshal was especially watchful and why he made sure every youngling was safely indoors and locked up. It had been over six months since they last snatched away one of the kids in this town and John Harris was determined to keep it that way.

At the moment, the isolated village counted two hundred and thirty-six nonsperming boys and hundred and ninety-three unspermed girls. It was a higher number than normal, and a lot higher than Marshal Harris would like it to be. The problem was that there had not emerged a new cherrypicker for some years now and Will, the youngest boy to produce sperm, was now considered too big to inseminate the virgin girls. The whole town was anxiously waiting for a new boy to start shooting.

The marshal was waiting too, he himself being a father of three. He had one boy and two girls, all virgins. He knew they were safely locked up and being guarded by an armed Mrs. Harris, but just to be sure, he quickened his stride.
As he walked by the blacksmith, a gleam of light caught his eye. On the house behind the smithy, one of the window shutters wasn’t closed properly. It was a careless act like this that would allow the creatures to get into the house and seize one of the kids. John walked around the workplace and knocked on the door. It wasn’t long before the door opened and a burly man appeared to answer the late night visitor.

“Good evening Burt, excuse me for knocking on your door at this ungodly hour, but it’s getting dark and I saw your window shutters aren’t bolted shut. We wouldn’t want little Jenny get caught tonight, would we?”
“No, we don’t, we don’t want that to happen. I’ll close them right away, thank you sir” the smith muttered.
“How’s junior doing, is he shooting yet?”
“I wish, but sadly no, he’s not shooting yet, no.”
“That’s too bad, we could use a younger picker”
“That, we could, yes”
“Well good night then, and keep those windows closed”
“Good night Marshal, I will do that, sir”

The marshal stepped off the coal-stained porch and continued his round. The town was quiet and everything looked as peaceful as could be. Behind the locked doors and windows, the people of the village were getting themselves ready for the night. There wasn’t a single soul left outdoors, neither human nor beast. John Harris’ duty was done for today. He was contented and assured this night would be another uneventful night.

For one family, the marshal could not have been more wrong.

Inside the home behind the bakery, Mrs. Milson was sitting on her knees in front of her sixteen year old son. The boy was standing on his bare feet, wearing only his nightgown which he had hoisted up so he was naked from the waist down. His mother had her lips wrapped around his shaft and moved her head back and forth in a steady pace while she sucked on Jimmy’s Young hard cock.
Jimmy was still a virgin, too young to be sperming and become a man. He was therefore still at risk, and would be every night, until he had deposited his first seed inside the fertile pussy of a spermed female. That was why the baker’s wife, like every other mother in town, regularly sucked off her son, hopeful she’d soon taste his first ejaculate.

Performing fellatio on the boys was considered common practice in the few isolated villages surrounded by the dense, dark woodlands that harbored the dreaded creatures. It wasn’t frowned upon by anyone; it was simply regarded as part of a mother’s duties. Since ages before anyone could remember, mothers sucked off their virgin sons and each boy lost his Virginity to his mother the day after he first shot sperm. The tradition also created a special bond between the mothers and boys and the oral sex often would continue for years after the boy’s first ejaculation, but always ended before the boy got married.
The vaginal sex was considered a one-off event, a rite of passage, although it was rumored that not all mothers shared that opinion and allowed their sons to sleep with them whenever they wanted. Of course there was always the risk of unplanned pregnancies, even if the sexual intercourse happened only once. Everybody knew it happened, but nobody talked about it.

For almost a year now, the baker’s wife has been using her mouth on her son to make him come. She knew he was probably not producing sperm for some time, but she dutifully sucked him off two or three times a week. It was part of her routine and for the boy definitely something to look forward to.

The evening had started off like many before. After supper, the children had taken their bath and were sent off to bed. Jimmy was the last of the kids to get in the tub and he quickly washed and dried off, knowing that after his bath, his mother would come and suck his cock.
After he put on his nightgown, he sat down on his bed and waited for his mother. His cock was already standing to attention, pointing straight up in the cold night air. Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long before she came into the bedroom and dutifully knelt in front of the bed. The boy got on his feet, pulled up his gown and she started sucking immediately. The baker’s wife knew well what Jimmy liked and soon she had the boy close to climaxing. Moments later Jimmy began to gasp and his body went rigid as an extraordinarily strong orgasm coursed through his body

As the boy was getting his relief, his penis suddenly twitched and a tiny jet of sweet cum erupted into his mother’s sucking mouth. The unsuspecting mother suddenly felt a hot liquid spurt from the throbbing head and wash over her tongue. There was no doubt that what she tasted was cum. Thin, watery boycum, but cum nonetheless.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her boy was becoming a man!

The baker’s wife kept massaging her son’s prick and balls, keeping him aroused for a visual conformation of his ejaculation. Jimmy’s dick remained hard and she took him in her mouth again. It was unusual for his mother to keep sucking after he had already climaxed, but Jimmy wasn’t going to stop her. He just let her suck and bob until she felt his muscles tense up again as the boy again came close to orgasm.
This time, she let him slip from her mouth before he came and used her hands to bring him off. She pulled the tight foreskin back and rubbed the sensitive pink head between her thumb and index finger. Suddenly another little squirt of whitish fluid shot from the little opening in the tip. It sailed a few inches through the air before it landed onto her hand. She kept milking him and a few more cloudy drops oozed from the opening which she also collected in her hand. There was no mistaking it: this was sperm, little Jimmy’s first sperm. She turned up the oil lamp and beheld the little gooey droplets as if they were the most precious things in the world.

To the delighted mother, the droplets were nothing less than that. They meant her oldest son would soon pass the perilous period of virginity and be forever safe from the dreaded creatures. Tomorrow evening, she would let Jimmy fuck her and make him cum in her pussy. After that, she would take him to the village elders, to have him confirmed.
She knew that Jimmy would be by far the youngest boy in town to be shooting, and if he passed the elders’ tests, they would surely pronounce him the next cherrypicker. All the unspermed girls would be his to deflower, a huge honor and a highly coveted job.

She showed her cum splattered hand to her son and pointed at the slimy droplets.
“Do you see that, Jimmy? That’s your seed!” she cried excited.
Jimmy could hardly believe his eyes. “My seed? Did I make seed?”
“Yes, dear boy, that is all yours! Look at those lovely little drops!”
“Wow!”
“Do you know what this means?” she asked.
“You mean that the creatures won’t eat me anymore?”
“That too, but you’re the town’s youngest shooter now! You might become the new cherrypicker” she explained, with unconcealed pride.
“Me? I can’t be, I’m way too young! I can’t be a picker!”
“Well, you’re it not yet, son. We’ll have to have you confirmed by the elders first”
“Confirmed? What’s that?”
“It means they’ll have to test your seed first and if it’s good, then they will pronounce you the new cherrypicker”
“And then I’ll have to sperm all the girls?” he asked with fear in his voice. “I don’t know how to sperm a girl”
“Don’t panic, Jimmy. I’ll teach you first and when the time comes, you’ll know what to do, you’ll see. But before we can get you confirmed, we’ll have to make a man of you. Tomorrow night, you will have sex with me. You’re going to put your sperm in my pussy and then you’re no virgin anymore”
Jimmy took a moment to digest all this new information. He had never heard of a picker as young as him, but nonetheless, he looked forward to having real sex with his mom.
“Are you sure mommy?”
“Don’t be afraid, it’s all right. You’ll love it. Now you get some sleep, it will be an important day tomorrow”
She kissed him on the lips and tucked him in. In a few minutes the boy was in a deep and blissful sleep.

The next day, jimmy and his best friend Gerald went fishing in the pond behind the mill. They were all alone and finally Jimmy informed his friend of his fortune.
“You can’t tell anyone yet, but I shot my first seed last night” he whispered excitedly.
“You’re kidding me. You? You’re two months younger than me!” Gerald said amazed.
“Yeah, I know, I can’t believe it myself”
“So.., you will be the new picker then?”
“I guess so, but first I have to be confirmed by the elders”
“And then you have to sperm all the overdue girls? Eww!”
“It’s not ‘Eww’, some are really nice and fun to be with.”
“Yes, but girls are icky and they have cooties”
“I don’t know. Mom is a girl and I always liked it when she sucked me”
“Well… yes, but mothers are different” he replied weak.
“Different how?” his friend asked
“I don’t know, it’s just… Well I’m glad I’m not the new picker” Gerald said, but something in his demeanor made his statement sound a bit phony.
“You’re just jealous!” Jimmy snapped.
“No I’m not!” he yelled and walked away angry.
Jimmy ran after him and quickly overtook his friend.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that”
“No, you’re right. I am a bit jealous of you” he admitted “Did you know my sister is one of the overdue girls?”
“She is? She’s cute”
“And your own sister… Man, I would have loved to pick her.”
“You’re right, she’s almost as cute as your sister.”
“Just promise you’ll be gentle with them”
“I promise. Friends?”
“Friends”
The two boys shook hands and concentrated on their fishing. After ten minutes, Gerald started talking again.
“So, have you put it in your mom yet?”
“No, she wants me to do that this evening”
“Will said it felt really good when he did it, even better than when his mom sucks it”
“Wow, that must be really good”
“Yes, imagine that”


That night, instead of sending him to bed at nightfall, the Mrs. Milson allowed her son to stay up with her and her husband. She poured them all a glass of wine as they sat around the fireplace and celebrated the special evening. As the fire began to dwindle, she took her son’s hand and led him to the bedroom. The big marital bed would be theirs tonight, while her husband had to share the other bed with the remaining kids.
As she stood before her son, she began to take off her dress. She had blown out the candles, but left the oil lamp burning so the boy would be able to see what she was doing. More anxious than he had ever been before, Jimmy stood almost paralyzed, watching his mother as she untied the laces of her bodice and dropped her frocks. Next she unfastened her undergarments and let them fall to the floor as well, so her son could see and admire her body in all its naked glory. The woman was proud of her body, and was right to do so. She was one of the most beautiful women in the village and working hard in the bakery every day gave her a lean and well-toned body. The years of nursing babies made her breast swell and stand out firm.
Jimmy had seen his sisters nude lots of times, but his mother was the first grown woman he saw naked.