Ron Jeremy

This is an erotic fiction, fiction is a concept which takes place within a persons mind. To criminalize fiction or fantasy is to accept and endorse the concept of creating thought crimes. To read this story in its entirety only so you can pass your personal judgement against it only denies the truth that other readers are more willing to accept. The truth of why you are really reading erotic fiction in the first place.

This story starts for me when I was in high school and explains how things got started between myself, my mom and her best friend. My mom, at least up until this started happening seemed like any ordinary mom. At least that how it seemed from what I had heard from any of my friends at school. She was (and still is) large breasted with a reasonably thin figure. I guess she worked on that more than other women because of being single. Her name is Candace, her best friend, another woman that she grew up with is Shellie. Shellie is, or at least was married when this all started. Shellie is a reasonably attractive blond with smallish breasts where as my mom’s hair is more auburn.

Anyway this all started one day after I came home from school, I was reasonably good looking it seemed. At least I had my share of girls interested in me. I was still a virgin but that was more due to my age rather than anything else. I was pretty cocksure of myself but that was due more to my anatomy than anything else, my name is Ron Jeremy.

Anyway, on the day that this all started happening I came home from school to see mom and Shellie engaged in a heart to heart talk with Shellie mostly crying her eyes out. Mom glared at me like I was intruding when all I did was come home from school at the same time that I always did. Anyway mom glared at me and in way of explanation she said that Shellie just found out that her husband was cheating on her. The way that mom said that really kind of set me off. It was almost like she was accusing me of doing something wrong because I was a guy and Shellies husband was a guy and there for all guys are like that, at least that’s the impression that I got. Her attitude and the way she brought me into their conversation is what gave me the go ahead to say what I did. Rather casually I remarked “hey what’s good for the goose is good for the gander” they both stopped talking and just looked at me. I put some more words together while trying to slip out of the room un-noticed which obviously at that point was impossible. But anyway as I headed towards my room I just said “you’re certainly good looking enough, it should be easier for you to find someone to play with than it was for your husband “

Well that took their conversation in a whole new direction I think, mom jumped on what I said agreeing with me while Shellie just stared at me with her mouth agape. For most of the afternoon I stayed hidden in my room but when Shellie was all calmed down and leaving mom had me come out to say good bye. I did as I was told but the look that I saw in Shellies face told me she was really thinking about something as she left. She mouthed out the words “thank you” to me as she was leaving.

That was where I thought it was going to end but fortunately for me I was totally wrong on that. A few days later I came home from school knowing that I had the house to myself, same day every week mom has to work late and I am on my own till dinner time.
Only on that day Aunt Shellie (ok she’s not really my Aunt but that’s what we call her) came over asking me if my mom was home. It was kind of awkward only because I knew that she knew that mom worked late that day, just like every other Thursday. Mom always works late on Thursdays. Some instinct told me to keep my mouth shut about that though since it seemed to me that Shellie had to be here for something.

We stood there talking about nothing really and then it struck me, the way she was standing, the way she was fidgeting with her hands, the way she looked down at the floor a lot while talking. She was nervous about something, kind of like when I was talking to a 9th grade girl who just found out the rumor about the size of my cock. Funny how that works, it was common knowledge in school because of the way the guys from the locker room would talk. Something that my mom was still totally unaware of, as least as far as I could tell. Just as I was realizing that Aunt Shellie blurted out “you really think that I am good looking, enough you know to …”

Now at least I had it figured out, I just had to find a way to make something happen. I smiled and told her yes. She really was good looking, which by the way, was actually telling the truth.