My attempt at writing fiction...

[EnigmaofSorrow]

As seeing that my life has more or less come to a standstill in my other thread, perhaps it is time to try my hand at fiction?

DISCLAIMER
Not everything will be about sex. Even though this is an adult forum...

As usual, comments are welcome.

Thanks in advance for any support...

[KallIan]

Bro venturing into new genre. Setting up camp site!

[drslump99]

I guess we are story content lovers.
Sexual naration is less important.
Support!

[decibel8808]

Same here too...

[EnigmaofSorrow]

He crouched behind the counter, pistol in hand. The Beretta was his weapon on choice. 15 rounds of 9mm death, if he was accurate. 16 if an additional round was in the chamber.

He patted his chest to make sure that he had remembered to wear his vest. In his line of work, protection was of great importance. Without it, there was definitely a great possibility that his life, however exciting it was or was not, might end there and then.

He thumbed the safety to "off" and inhaled deeply, somehow catching the whiff of gun oil.

It was now or never.

Gripping the butt tightly in both hands, he stood up slowly to face his nemesis.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain at his forehead, causing him to drop his weapon.

Boss: Oi! I don't pay you salary to sleep!

James awoke with a start.

J: Sorry dad.

D: How many times have I told you not to call me dad in the office! Here you address me as Boss, Sir or Lao Ban!

J: Not like nobody knows I'm your son...

*Smack!*

The bosses hand struck James' at the back of his head again.

D: Don't talk back to me!

J: Mom would never hit me.

He raised his hand but held it where it was.

D: Don't talk about that slut!

J: Don't call her that!

James stood up and looked as though he was going to confront his father. All 1.60 metres of him.

The other employees gathered round. It obviously was not the first time this happened.

A tall lady, slim yet curvy with heavy make-up and an ample chest hurried over and stood between them. She was his personal assistant Amy. James often wondered if his father was spending time between her legs. James would definitely do her.

A: Aiyah. Mr. Tan, why you treat Ah Boy like that?

James hated that. He was already 23. Why couldn't she have a better nickname for him?

D: Amy, stay out of this. This little son-of-a-bitch thinks he can challenge me.

J: Stop calling mom that. Or else.

D: Or else what?

The boss clenched his fist and swung a punch at James, connecting with his stomach. He was winded momentarily. Amy spun round to grab James in case he fell over.

It was exactly what he was waiting for. Amy held him to her chest, as he faked his difficulty in breathing. Just like the previous countless times. She stroked his hair.

A: There there, Aunty Amy is here.

James snorted. Amy was barely 30. He wondered why she had to address herself as Aunty. But who was he to complain when he got to bury his face in her chest?

Maybe it was because of his small stature, and his babyface. He was after all the youngest employee. Not that he needed this job, his mom gave him a generous weekly allowance, thanks to her extremely wealthy current husband. The pittance he received from his dad was not unlike the NSF allowance he used to receive. Barely sustainable for his lifestyle.

He hugged Amy and she did not push him away. The rest of the staff looked on disapprovingly. James was not sure if it was because his father had hit him again, or because he was blatantly molesting one of the hottest, if not the hottest lady in the entire office. Not that anyone dared to say anything, so James did not give a rats ass anyway. He had boobs to touch. And he did not have to pay for it.

[Sinaloa]

Of to good start, continue bro

[wolf2305]

camping here, nice story.

[4Dguru]

More on James and Amy, pls.......

[sean69]

Originally Posted by EnigmaofSorrow

. He had boobs to touch. And he did not have to pay for it.

hahah... that is a freaking good line !!!

[EnigmaofSorrow]

James more or less knew the reason why his father treated him that way.

His mom was only 19 when she had him, and she was actually in a relationship with more than one man. She was not sure who the actual father was, but chose the current one as he was the most financially stable, having just taken over the reins of the family business.

She kept the secret for as long as she could, preferring not to disrupt the perceived harmony of their family. It helped that their blood groups matched, and there was no other reason to suspect other than the fact that while both of them were tall, James turned out to be a little under-developed.

In any case, his mom's wild ways surfaced again while James was in secondary school. His father seemed hell-bent on expanding the business at the expense of quality family time. Despite being in her mid-thirties then, she was extremely well-maintained without the need for cosmetic surgery. During parent-teacher meetings, James was often asked to get his mother to attend, instead of his sister. Some of his cruder classmates even made passes at her, and she just smiled it off. When they found out she was his mother, they teased him incessantly, asking how it was being able to nurse from those breasts James merely smiled, laughing inwardly at the childish foolishness of his classmates.

James would always bury his face in him mother's chest whenever he was overwhelmed by emotions, good or bad, ever since he was young. He felt calm and safe doing so.

Then his mother was caught having an affair and a bitter divorce ensued. His father was given custody and his mother, limited visitation rights.

Before leaving, his mother's parting shot to his father that he would never really know if James was his real son. She meant merely to spite him for his years of inattention. But it was hardly surprising that his attitude towards James changed.

For James, his mother's limited visitation rights meant that he lost his source of comfort. His emotional state was inadvertently affected and he soon began to keep his feelings to himself, only unleashing them on the one or two occasions he was allowed to see her.

He soon developed an unhealthy obsession and even paid his tuition teacher, Celine, who was a few years older than him, he was fifteen then, to let him hug her and bury his face in her chest. Strange as his request was, she allowed it anyway, obviously ecstatic at the extra $100 he slipped into her bag everytime he did it. But James was a growing boy, and was starting to explore his sexual urges. On a particular occasion, he cupped her breasts, a small B-cup, through her clothes. After getting over the initial shock and reprimanding him, she was delighted to realise that he had doubled the payment for her extra "services". The next time he did it, she let him. After all, he was so much more gentle as compared to her boyfriend. Besides, the money was good. While it seemed like she was prostituting herself, she needed the extra income to support her university studies. In any case, all he was doing was touching her through her clothes. What was the worst that could happen? It also helped that he was kind of cute, like the little brother she did not have. She even catered an extra half hour every tuition session to fulfill his innocent desires.

One fine day, while James was softly and gently caressing Celine's breasts through her cotton t-shirt, he decide to confide in her.

J: Celine Jie, can I ask you something?

C: Yes?

J: I get this funny feeling when I touch you.

C: What kind of feeling?

J: I'm a bit embarrassed to say...

Celine took hold of his hands and removed them from her chest.

C: Talk. Or don't touch anymore.

James was a little shocked, but it was Celine who was more shocked that she actually said such a thing.

J: I get a funny feeling down there.

He looked away, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Celine actually smiled, but she was not very sure why she did. She did like him a little. He was, after all, a very obedient student, not to mention generous.

C: What kind of feeling?

J: It gets bigger. And very hard. Then my underwear also a bit wet.

Celine tried not to giggle.

C: Ok. Today I'll extend your tuition by an hour. What time your dad coming back?

J: Don't know. He always work late. You want dinner? I ask Kakak to cook extra.
Liana was his 24 year old Indonesian maid whom he affectionately addressed as sister.
She had been working for the family since she was 18, and practically watched James grow up. Since his mother left, she was the only female person in the house.

C: No need. Can we go to your room?

J: Kakak might scold me.

C: Tell her today very hot, your room is air-conditioned.

J: Ok.

Celine gathered up her books, notes and bag, and followed James up the stairs of the three storey house. She was not expecting anything to happen. Definitely a talk about the birds and the bees, some touching, and of course, generous remuneration.

She had her doubts that James would try anything funny, as after all, he was small built, about half a head shorter than her, and she had a black belt in Taekwondo.

She was, however, in for a huge surprise.

[Icebreg79]

Wow... Pls continue ....look like ur diary "wake" up ur hidden talent!!! Nice work Bro 😊

[EnigmaofSorrow]

They entered his room and James switched on the air-conditioning.

Celine placed her stuff on his computer table and sat on his bed, or rather, the queen-sized mattress, covered in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles bedsheets, that was on the floor.

C: That's your bed?

J: Yes. I used to fall out of bed so mommy says I should sleep on the floor.

C: You're quite the mommy's boy right?

J: Mommy dotes on me. But not anymore. I only see her twice a month.

C: I'm sure she still loves you.

James looked like he was about to cry. Celine sensed this.

C: Come. Sit next to me.

James obediently sat down.

C: I don't know what happened to your mother, but custody cases are complicated.

James started tearing.

J: But I miss her so much!

Celine put her arms around him and placed his head on her chest. He hugged her tightly.

C: James? You're wetting my t-shirt.

He withdrew and wiped his tears.

J: Sorry Jie.

C: It's ok.

J: Can I?

Celine suddenly had a wild idea, and it would probably get her more cash anyway.

C: Wait.

She removed her t-shirt, slightly damp from his tears, and sat there in her polka-dot bra. James inhaled deeply as he stared at her slight cleavage.

J: Jie, what are you doing?

She took his hands and placed them on her chest. He was trembling, having not been this close to a female other than his mother.

He cupped her breasts and squeezed them lightly. She tried not to move. James suddenly became a little bolder and squeezed a little harder. Celine stifled a moan. James was almost exerting the kind of pressure her boyfriend did. James immediately removed his hands.

J: Did I hurt you Jie?

C: No...

His hands returned to where they were before and he started massaging her breasts through her bra. She moaned again, and quickly covered her mouth. This time James did not stop.

J: Jie! It's happening again!

Celine really wanted to laugh. Did James not know what an erection was? She stopped him, and placed his hands on her thighs as she sat cross-legged facing him.

C: Do you have a girlfriend?

J: No. I'm too short.

It was true. At 15, he was roughly around 1.45 metres, extremely short for guys his age, and short compared to her 1.6 metres.

C: Do you like any girls?

J: I love my mommy.

C: I mean girls your age.

J: No. I don't know many.

C: You poor boy. Did you learn about sex education in school?

J: The lesson was very short. We only learnt about the reproductive system and how it works. And everyone was laughing.

C: Has anyone talked to you about sex?

J: No.

C: Masturbation?

J: No.

C: Have you watched porn?

J: Came across some dirty websites but I closed them.

C: Interesting. Are you hard now?

J: A bit.

C: Ok. Today I'll teach you a bit of biology.

J: Huh?

In a flash, Celine removed her bra and tossed it aside. James jaw literally dropped.

She took his hands and placed them on her bare breasts. James was trembling much more now. He squeezed her breasts softly, then a little harder. Celine moaned again.

James had absolutely no idea what was going on, and hardly knew how to turn a girl on. All he knew was that he was comforting himself the best way he knew, he was getting extremely uncomfortable down below, and his 19 year old tuition teacher was topless, had her eyes closed, was biting her lower lip, and making weird sounds. He hoped he was not hurting her.

He recalled the times when he was much younger, when he lay in his mother's lap and suckled on her breasts. There was no milk, but he felt comforted. Really comforted.

He stopped fondling Celine and lay on her lap, bringing his mouth to her left nipple.

C: James! What are you doing??? Stop!!!

He ignored her and his lips latched on to their target. He sucked her gently, the way he used to do to his mother.

C: James!!! Ahhh.... Please.... Stop....

Her soft moans betrayed her spoken words. James continued sucking, not once using his tongue on her nipples. It was not that he was deliberately torturing her, he simply had no idea that that might be the exact thing that would make Celine moan louder.

She ran her hands through his hair.

C: James... Don't... Ahh.. Please....

James ignored her. He was in his happy place. He closed his eyes and continued suckling like a baby. Celine's breasts were not a big as his mothers, but they still provided him the comfort he so desperately craved.

Celine's breathing became heavier. Her hands drooped to her side. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine her boyfriend was the one who was attached to her left breast. But she could not. Her boyfriend was rough, grabbing, squeezing, pinching, sucking and even biting on her breasts and nipples. James gentle suction gave her a whole new range of sensations. And now her right breast ached for some tender loving care.

She took his hand and guided it to her breast. He grabbed it, gently of course, and massaged it. She took his finger and used it to tease her own nipple, running it in a circle around the aereola, gently rubbing it. She sighed.

James detached himself and went for the other breast, somehow automatically switching to fondling the one he was previously sucking.

Celine trembled and shivered. Her moans were now sporadic, but her breathing was definitely more laboured now.

C: Use your tongue.

James had no idea what that meant but he did as he was told, flicking her nipple with his tongue. She grabbed his hair again.

This went on for the next ten minutes or so. She could feel a strange throbbing in her clit, and her panties were soaked through. She was extremely tempted to touch herself or guide his hand to her nether regions.

Subconsciously, she placed her right hand on his stomach under his t-shirt and slid it down, accidentally caressing his inner thighs. James tensed up, but continued sucking.

His briefs were soaked with pre-cum as well, normal for any innocent virgin boy his age. She slid her hand into his briefs and found the head. She rubbed it gently in a circular motion, spreading the pre-cum around it. James tensed up even more.

J: Jie!!!

[Coffeecans]

good job enigma!

[EnigmaofSorrow]

Originally Posted by Coffeecans

good job enigma!

Thanks Bro, was inspired by your work to start writing fiction.

[BMW69]

Wah bro not bad xD too bad I upped you in the past already.