tagIncest/TabooMy Friend Rusty Pt. 01

My Friend Rusty Pt. 01


This story is a descriptive narrative that contains Incest, Anal, Vaginal and Homosexual content. If this is not what you are looking for, please go back and select another story. All participants in this story are to be considered over 18 years of age and all acts are consensual.


Rusty and I had been friends since the 2nd grade. He was always a spindly boy growing up, small for his age and very thin. People, other boys, would pick on Rusty because of it too. That's where I came in. My name is John and I've always been the athletic type. If it was a sport that involved a ball, I was in it, so as a result, I was physically fit and strong. No body and I mean no body, picked on or bullied me.

We were on the play ground and I saw a group of boys harassing Rusty. Now I'd never given Rusty a second thought before. We just didn't run in the same circles but when I saw him being picked on by bullies, well it just made me mad. I marched into the middle of the group, picked out the boy that I thought was the ring leader and decked him. The other boys scattered. I pulled Rusty aside and made sure he was okay.

"Listen buddy, if these guys pick on you again, you just let me know and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Everyone in the school knew how I felt and no one picked on Rusty again.

Unfortunately, Rusty started following me around. I didn't want to be the bully that I'd tried to stop so Rusty and I came to an agreement. I'd be his friend, protector and he would be my eyes around the play-ground, reporting to me if anyone was being bullied. It worked. Rusty would keep his eyes peeled and, in the process, stopped tagging along with me.

Rusty and I remained friends over the years. He would come to my house, I would go to his and we'd have sleep overs from time to time. Rusty had some very cool board games and he got me interested in them. He turned out to be the master of a lot of these games. He saw strategies where I just saw chaos. He was something to watch when we got into the games.

After high school, Rusty and I lost contact for a year or so. One weekend when I was home, I ran into him at the store. He looked the same. He was still smaller for our age, I'd say 5'-7" and probably weighed around 120 lbs. soaking wet. He didn't look strong at all. We chatted and did a quick five-minute update on our lives.

"John, can you come over to my house this evening, say around 6PM?"

"What's up Rusty?"

"Well, I'd like for you to have supper and talk for a while. I've got somethings that I want to discuss with you and mother would be pleased to see you. She asks about you all the time. I think she has a crush on you" he said with a laugh.

"Sure buddy, 6PM. Count me in."

We parted ways and I went on with my day of exercises and a soft ball game at the local Park Recreation Center.

At 6PM I was washed up, neatly dress (I had to impress his mother who had a crush on me) and hungry. I rang the doorbell and Rusty quickly answered.

"Come on in, please. Welcome" Rusty gushed. "Mom, John's here."

"Hi John" came the call from his mother in the kitchen. "Come on in and sit a spell, supper will be ready soon."

Now Rusty's mother was built much like Rusty. She was around 5'-5" to 5'-6", thin and she didn't look overly strong. I remembered her as a very kind lady, who was happy that I had turned into Rusty's protector. She would often bake cakes or cookies, just because I was there at her home. She wasn't overly attractive, I mean she was nice looking but not 'wow' quality. Of course, I was comparing her to my mother who I thought was the prettiest woman in town. Personal bias.

I walked into the kitchen and Rusty's mother was at the sink. She was the type that had always, and I mean always, who would wear a dress, stockings and heels. She had been like that all my life. Typical "Leave it to Beaver" type of mom. I didn't know how she did it, housework and all, in heels but she did. I watched her numerous times. I'm not knocking it, in fact I enjoyed it but then I have a nylon stocking obsession or fetish if you will. I enjoyed stockings on or off a woman's legs. I used mother's used stockings to masturbate with. I'd run my dick down into the toe section and wrap the soft nylon fabric around my dick and go to town. Man, there was nothing like masturbating with a stocking. That is what I thought until I started having sex. Stockings took a back seat. They were still important. I would demand that any girl I got involved with would wear nylon stockings and a garter belt. I don't like pantyhose and I don't like the thigh high stockings either. Pantyhose are too restrictive, I mean the girl must pull them down or I have to rip a hole in them to have sex. If I rip a hole, then I need to go to the store and buy her a new pair of pantyhose. Thigh Highs give you access but they are a cheap imitation of the real thing: 10 denier, non-stretch, nylon stockings!

I had learned over the years that Rusty had the same passion for nylons that I did. I would ask him during high school if he ever thought about fucking his mom.

"No!" he emphatically stated. "Would you?"

"What, fuck your mom. Hell yeah. In a New York minute. I'd have her pinned up against the kitchen table and plow that pussy until she begged me to stop. I'd make her cum so many times, she would be confined to her bed for three days, just to recuperate."

"There's no way I could. I just wouldn't have the courage to even ask."

"Aha!" I exclaimed, "So you have thought about it, you just don't have the balls to ask."

Rusty got red in the face.

"Okay, I have thought about it, but I'd never have the courage to ask or talk about it. Do you want to fuck your own mother?"

"Okay, Rusty listen, I'm going to swear you to secrecy now. Do you promise never to disclose what I'm about to say to anyone? I mean it Rusty if you say you'll keep my secret and then I find out you've blabbed it to someone, I'll beat the holy shit out of you and we'll never be friends again. Do you promise?"

"Geeezzz..." Rusty responded, "You don't have to threaten me. You know anything you say to me is kept secret. I mean, who am I going to talk to about it? The local jocks?" Rusty laughed nervously. "Yes, I'll keep your secret. I promise to go to the grave with it."

"Okay, yes I fuck my mother. There I finally said that to someone. Yes, I've been fucking mother for years. She was very reluctant at first but since has become my major supplier of sex."

"Man" Rusty exclaimed, "I never would have thought it. Your mother is so beautiful. I figured she could have any man she wanted. No offense, it's not that your... well you know, I just never would have guessed."

"How did you get your mom to go along with it?" Rusty gushed.

"I raped her"

"You did what?"

"I forced her over her bed and fucked her. I did it several times over a week period and after the second week, she was on board with it and we've been lovers ever since."

"Shit! I'd never have the courage to do that. Do you think it would work with my mother?" Rusty asked.

"I don't know. It depends on how strong you are, how weak she is and if she would succumb to the idea over time. My mother is strong, but she has a weakness, her love for me. She loved me so much that she was willing to engage in sex with me, just to make me happy. Your mom seems to be of like mind. I mean, she'd do just about anything for you. All you have to do is push her over the edge."

Rusty had been true to his word. Here it was several years later, and he had not discussed it with anyone else that I knew of.

We went into the kitchen and ate supper. His mother was so pleased that I was there, she baked a pie, just for me.

"Honest Mrs. Wake, I can share with Rusty." That was my response to Rusty's outcry that it was patently unfair for her to make a pie just for me. It was funny to watch the dynamics of Rusty and his mother.

After I had shared my pie with Rusty and his mom, Rusty and I retreated to his bedroom to talk.

Rusty got right to the point of asking me over tonight. "You know, I've been thinking over these last two years about what you said about you and your mother. Are you still, I don't know active with her?"

"Yes" I replied.

"Wow, it's still hard for me to get my head around but it did get me thinking. You know you and I share the same passion for nylon stockings and since you've already trail blazed the path..."

"No Rusty, I'm not sharing my mother's pussy with you."

"No, no, no, I wasn't asking about that. Geeezzz. Wait." Rusty said as he took a deep breath. "There are two things I want to talk to you about and I'm in the position you were when you told me about fucking your mother. I want you to promise that what I'm about to say will stay in this room. You cannot tell anyone. Promise?"

I had to laugh a little, "Rusty what are you going to do if I do tell someone? Beat me up?"

Rusty reached under his pillow and pulled out a gun. "No, I'll kill you. I'm serious about this. You cannot tell anyone. Period!"

"Okay Rusty, you've got my attention. Put the gun up and we'll talk. I promise not to divulge anything that you say to me tonight."

"Good. That's a relief. We've know each other for 11, no 12 years now and you are my closest friend" Rusty confessed. I thought it was pretty sad that I was his closet friend, but I could see why. He was and is a loner. Not very sociable, a recluse of sorts.

Rusty continued, "I finally got up the courage to ask mother for sex."

"Great man, what did she say?"

"She said, 'No!'"

"Aw man, that's tough. You asked, and she turned you down! That took some guts man. I'm proud that you put yourself out there, even if you did get shot down and I'm happy to see that it hasn't spoiled your relationship with your mother. I mean she still dotes on you. She still seems happy to be here with you, so it couldn't have been that bad."

"Well, it wasn't really bad at all", Rusty continued. "She turned me down but it's how she did it that prompted me to ask you over. You see when I asked mom to have sex she said, "Rusty, you know that's incest and it's against the law. I couldn't let you break the law. I'm your mother and that would be going too far but, if you know of one of your friends that you can trust that would like to come over, I would let you watch."

My jaw hit the floor. I couldn't believe what Rusty just said.

"You know John, you're the only friend I could think of that would fit the bill. I mean, I know you wouldn't harm her, you wouldn't tell anyone about it and you'd be helping me, your friend out."

"So, you want me to fuck your mother, so you can watch?"

"Well, yes. I would like to at some point during the 'event', rub my dick between her stocking clad feet and cum on them."

I was shaking my head, "Okay, let me get this straight. Your mother wants me to fuck her, you want me to fuck her feet and cum on her stockings. Is that a fair statement?"

"More than fair. When I told mother that you were coming over tonight, she got all excited. I didn't mention anything about sex, but I think she has it in the back of her mind. I think you should go into the kitchen right now and talk to her about it."

"Rusty, you're not pulling my leg, are you?" I asked, "I mean if I go in there and she doesn't know anything about this, I'm going to throttle you but good."

"I'm not lying. It happened just like I said. I just want in on the action when you do it."

"Well, I've thought about this before and okay, I'll go for it. Remember your dead meat if you're lying."

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen."

"Whoa there Tonto" I said, "There is no 'we' in this. I'm going to the kitchen and talk to your mom. If it's okay with her, then "we" can do this. Okay buddy?"

"Okay" he said a little dejectedly as he sat down in the chair next to his bed. "There's one other thing we need to discuss before you go."

"What now?"

"I want to show you something. I'm a little afraid to because I've never shown or told anyone about this. It's a fetish of mine and I'm a little ashamed of it but if you're going to fuck mother, I need to have you understand my motives better. Well, here goes!"

Rusty turned and unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.

Rusty was wearing black garter belt and black stockings. He stepped out of his pants and walked over to the bed. Kneeling he took out a box and retrieved a pair of black high heel pumps that he slipped on. I was amazed not only of the site but that he had such a little penis. I've seen a lot of guys over the years in the showers and locker rooms but Rusty had the tiniest dick I'd ever seen. He reached down and pulled his penis and testicles back between his legs and held them out of site.

"John, I'm a girl trapped in a boy's body."

I didn't know what to say but, in my mind, it kind of made since. Rusty had always been a little effeminate. He always needed a little extra protection. Somehow, it really didn't surprise me.

"Please don't judge me. I don't know what to do. I love dressing like a girl." He held his head down in shame.

"Rusty, buddy, I don't know what to say. You're my friend and I've always been your friend. I won't stop being your friend now."

I couldn't help myself. I was addicted to nylon stockings, especially black stockings and seeing Rusty dressed that way was just too tempting.

"Mind if I feel your stockings?"

A giant smiled crossed Rusty's face. It was a smile of relief. A smile that meant he was accepted.

"No, not at all."

I came closer and knelt to touch his stockings. They were good quality, very sheer.

"If you stick that dick in my face, I'll throttle you" I said.

"Oh no, I wouldn't. I mean if you want it you can but if not..."

"Not is the key word."

I watched Rusty tuck his dick and balls between his legs again and they completely disappeared.

"Turn around."

Rusty dutifully turned around. He was wearing seamed Full-Fashioned stockings. I felt my dick getting hard and it scared me.

I jumped up, "Pull your pants up buddy", I said as I got to my feet.

"Oh, okay" he said, and he pulled his pants up.

"Okay, let's stick with the plan we have for your mother. Wish me luck" I said and headed out the door.

Rusty smiled. "With you, there is no luck involved, it's all skill."

As I walked down the hall, adjusting my hard penis to a more comfortable position in my pants. My mind was whirling with what Rusty had shared. I went into the kitchen.

Mrs. Wake was at the sink washing dishes. I walked up to her unannounced. I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently kissed her neck.

"I take it you and Rusty have been talking" she said without turning around.

"Yes, we have" I responded as I nibbled her ear lobe.

"So, I guess you want me to drop everything and have sex" she stated.

"Yes, I do."

"Good" she said as she turned around, "I've been expecting this all evening." She untied her apron and grabbed my hand. "Come on, let's get this over with."

"Over with?" I asked.

"Yes, Rusty has been on me for two years now to have sex with you so he can watch. I know I shouldn't do this, but I love him so and he knows that he and I can not have sex, so this is his second-best choice."

I didn't like the idea of 'second best' but then I was the one that was going to fuck her.

We went into the bedroom and she stood by the bed.

"Are you going to let Rusty watch?"

"Yes, that's the whole point of this isn't it?"

"Yes, it is" she replied.

I yelled, "Rusty come in here."

I could hear him running from his room. He stopped at the doorway.

I turned to his mom and asked, "Where do you want Rusty during all of this."

"He can sit in the lounge chair by the window. He can see from there and it's close to the bathroom, so he can shoot his cum in the toilet without a big mess. You on the other hand, are allowed to make a big mess, in fact the bigger the better. Are you big, John?"

"Yes ma'am" I replied as I watched Rusty move across the room and sit down in the lounge chair.

Rusty's mother turned to me and held my face as she kissed me for the first time. Her tongue was dancing with mine as the head grew and passions were released.

I unzipped her dress and pulled it off her shoulders. She stepped out of it. Without asking, she unfastened her bra and tossed it over toward Rusty. She pulled her slip off and tossed it too. Now she was only dressed in panties, garter belt, stockings and heels.

The stockings she had on where tan and her garter belt and panties were white.

"May I ask for something different?" I asked.

Mrs. Wake's eyes opened wider and she gave me a skeptical look.

"Oh, no, nothing kinky" I quickly stated, "No ma'am. No, I meant could I get you to put on a pair of black stockings instead of the tan ones?"

"Oh, you're just like Rusty. He always prefers my black stockings." She looked over at Rusty and said, "Did you put him up to asking?"

"No mamma, I didn't. I told you, John and I have the same taste. It's just... well, at least I get to watch."

"I know baby" she responded and immediately looked over at me, "we'll give you a good show, won't we John?"

"Yes, but I promised Rusty he could have some activity from this."

Mrs. Wake was sitting on the side of the bed. She had taken off her stockings and was in the process of putting on the black pair I had asked for.

"What type of activity?" she asked, looking over at Rusty. "We talked about this son. You and I are not having sex."

"He knows that" I said as I took her by the ankles and swung her legs up onto the bed. "He just wants to watch and when we're through, he wants to rub his dick between your stocking clad feet."

She looked at me and then at Rusty. "I guess that would be okay. That's not sex. Is that what you want Rusty?"

"Yes, please, yes."

She nodded her head in agreement.

"Now, get those panties off" I commanded.

"Oh, you're the commanding type!" She raised up and pulled her panties off and tossed them over to Rusty who promptly unzipped his pants and started masturbating with them.

I had undressed and climbed up on the bed. "Do you want me to use a condom?"

"No, I want to feel that hot spunk inside me" she stated with a lustful look in her eyes. "Ever since Rusty told me about your lust for older women, I've been itching to have you fuck me."

"I didn't tell her anything other than you like older women" Rusty said in a panic, "Honest!"

Rusty's mom reached up as I crawled between her legs and started stroking my thick cock. I glanced over at Rusty, but he was busy masturbating with his mother's panties.

"You'd better save some of that for your mother's feet" I suggested.

"Yeah, you're right" Rusty said as he slowed his efforts.

"Pay attention to what you're doing" Mrs. Wise interjected.

I looked down at her. She was a nice-looking woman. Her tits were bigger than my mother's and she had a pushy pussy. Mother had shaved her pussy, at my request. I don't mind a big bush, it's just that sometimes the hair gets 'involved' when fucking and it can chaff my dick but each man for himself. I know what I like.

She pulled me by the cock toward her and I followed along. She guided my dick toward her waiting pussy and assisted as I entered her.

"Oh God" I moaned as I pushed into her pussy. It was moist and hot. I mean smokin' hot. "Damn woman, you're ready."

"Ready for you, big John."

I pushed all the way in. My eight inches of lustful meat was buried deep inside her pussy. I slowly started pumping her.

Rusty got up from his chair and came over to the bed to watch more closely.

"Damn John, how did you get so big?"

"Good genes I guess" I panted as I was quickening my thrusts. I would pull all the way back and then slam it home, bumping my dick head against her cervix.

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