So little man, do you want to fuck your mother?

Fbailey story number 494


So little man, do you want to fuck your mother?


I always hated having the same name as my father until one Christmas just after I turned fourteen. I woke up early Christmas morning. It was about six o’clock when I went down to see all of the presents like I always did and then I would return to my bed and wait for Mom and Dad to wake me up.

That year I saw one package leaning against the coffee table. It looked out of place. When I opened up the nametag it read, ‘For Ted with love. ps don’t let anyone see you open this and hide it quickly.’

Well I looked around and no one could see me, so I opened it. It was a big wooden book and on the front was that year’s family portrait. I remember Mom forcing Dad and I to wear matching shirts and ties and then dragging us both down to the photo studio. Mom looked great though. She had chosen a white dress, it was strapless, and it was short and sexy. I remember the photographer having Mom cross her legs several times before he took that one. I could see her leg clear up to her waist. The photographer sure liked it but Mom never showed that picture to me before. As I opened the book up I was shocked to see nude pictures of Mom. The pictures were labeled and started at birth and then up to five years old. Then they jumped to her at sixteen years old and right up to that year. On the back of the wooden book was a huge picture of Mom sitting up with her knees out to the side and her pussy lips wide open. The caption at the bottom read, ‘Ted, you can fuck me every day this coming year. I’ll even let you fuck my asshole once a month during my period.”

I smiled and then I took it to my bedroom. I had the perfect hiding place for it too.

When Mom and Dad called me at eight o’clock I rushed down to the tree. We opened gifts until there was nothing left to open.

I was sitting next to Dad when Mom asked, “Did you like my special gift?”

I answered, “I sure did.”

Dad turned to me and asked, “What, special gift.”

He was turned away from Mom so he couldn’t see her turn white as a ghost and run out of the room.

I replied, “She gave me a copy of this year’s family portrait.”

Dad said, “That’s nice.”

Mom avoided me as much as she could but finally around bedtime she popped her head into my bedroom and said, “We need to talk.”

I just smiled. Mom came in and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. She said, “That present was meant for your father.”

I replied, “I figured that out when you turned white and ran out of the living room.”

Mom said, “I want it back.”

I replied, “Don’t let anyone see you open this and hide it quickly.