Beavers

[Fleshed out from its draft-form from questions raised and suggestions made by author-friend James Rozo, a cheeky, semi-incestuous, mothers-and-sons, bisexual, spanking tale.]

Beavers

Thanks to joint ownership and architectural adjustments, husbandless best friends, Georgina Spelvin and Darla Flagg lived together with their respective sons, Earl and Billy, in a mirror-image duplex at the end of their street. Unnoticeable from outside, the two units were connected so as to have a double-width living room.

Four lives within thus enjoyed a merged area in which the mothers nurtured their sons from childhood into adolescence according to ideas unique to themselves.

Where the immediate neighborhood was concerned, the Spelvins and Flaggs were pleasant enough but distinctly insular. Street-side blinds were kept closed. Neither woman shared problems of upbringing, for example, with nearby ladies or men nor showed interest in local gossip. No mingling for them.

Earl and Billy were home-schooled carefully through elementary and middle school before being trusted to attend high school. While neither was an excellent student, both made decent-to-good grades, showed respect for teachers, and were friendly with peers. Close relations with either sex were wriggled away from. When school let out each day, both boys bicycled home for a long-established tradition: letting their moms strip, spank, and stimulate them to orgasm.

* * *

As they pedaled swiftly, excitement built. Usually, one would taunt the other.

“Today, I’ll take more than you, I bet,” Earl pumped.

“Not if I get home first.”

Their race was on.

Vigorous exercise primed anatomy. Only, there would be an interruption to report.

* * *

Georgina called upstairs to her friend with the news that UPS had brought what she had been waiting for – two of them, in fact. Just as they had planned.

Elated, Darla strode quickly down to where Georgina waited.

“You won’t believe the workmanship,” she said stepping aside. “I think the craftsmen followed my measurements to a tee.”

Darla’s eyes darted. “Where are they?”

“In the sitting room. I’ve just disposed of the packaging.”

There on her faux Chippendale tea table lay two identical paddles. “See, precisely as I designed them.”

“Oh my, I never believed they’d look this good.”

Georgina handed her one and took the other to demonstrate. “See, the handle’s exactly six-and-a-half inches long and fashioned as an erect penis. The paddle’s seven inches and really flexible – wonderful, soft, thin leather on both sides over a stiffer core. Smack your palm with it.”

At first, Darla didn’t. She admired, “It’s shaped the way you said, like a beaver’s tail. How neat is that!”

“Yes dear. We got the idea from watching the beavers working to dam the creek where we used to have those picnics with our boys when they were younger, don’t you remember?”

“It seems so long ago.”

After a moment’s simmer, Georgina spelled out the memory. “Honestly, sometimes you vex me not remembering important things. Earl and Billy couldn’t get enough of throwing pebbles at the beavers. Tormenting the poor things. We marveled at how adept they were thrashing their tails in the water to maneuver out of the way as they kept working. Finally, I suggested we use our hands as vigorously on the boy’s bottoms for not respecting Nature’s authority. You remember – exerting our authority?”

Her face reddened at the memory. “Yes, Georgina. It was so much fun, especially when you got their pants and underwear down and we … you know … pushed them over our laps and they wiggled so much they had their first erections. They were so cute back then.”

“Yes dear, and that’s why ever since they’ve liked us spanking them. Why are you blushing more?”

“Thinking how much fun it is, ’specially the way … you know … you always made them take off their clothes when they came home from school so they’re always ready for our hands. They’re used to it now and, Billy told me, they can’t wait. No other boys they know at school ever speak of their mothers doing for them what we do. You’re so creative.”

“These beaver paddles will really get their attention now that they’re where they are in high school,” Georgina chuckled. “Take one. Get the feel for it. When they get home, we can show them the paddles together.”

A bike being racked on what passed for Darla’s front door was their first alert. It was Billy.

“Hi Mom, what’s that expression on your face?”

“Oh Billy, you’re just in time. Where’s Earl? Isn’t he with you?”

His turn to blush a bit. “Uh, well, he’s saying good-bye to Eloise.” Confidentially, he lowered his voice, “He’s kind of sweet on her, only don’t tell Mrs. Spelvin, okay?”

“All right, but run upstairs and flush yourself. Maybe take a quick shower. We’ve got a surprise for you.” Behind her back, the new paddle.

“Wow.” He rubbed the back of his pants.

* * *

Clothes flew. Warm water squirts netted two evacuations. Clarity signaled time to shower, dry, and to present himself downstairs. Nakedness at home made him proud of his growth, of its potential for sensation when being thrust against Mrs. Spelvin’s thigh under her hand’s rise and fall. Most, he shivered excitedly at the thought of how her fingers would fondle his balls and tease his eleventh-grader’s hole. When he saw what was in her hand, pre-cum verged on dripping.

He beamed a curious smile, his backside and cock ready to be provoked from her firm hand’s actions.

“Glad you’re glad to be here, Billy. Let me show you how this is about to change your life. It’s for more than spanking. The handle’s cunningly wrought to go where my fingers have been. Look, this part’s got a reduced diameter to lock it where it needs to be. You’ll love it. Come, bend for me.”

Wow, he thought as she oiled what looked ominously like a full-grown man’s cock. She’s going to put it in me? What’ll that feel like? He swallowed. Guess I’ll find out.

Darla observed the care with which Georgina held the paddle in order to press its tip through her son’s invitingly hairless sphincter. As the handle was slid forward obviously further than fingers had been, Billy’s moany sigh tweaked her in the crotch. I’m going to get to put the other paddle’s shaft up Earl’s chute was an idea that caused her to squeeze her parts in anticipation.

“Good boy. Now stand up and show us your beaver tail.”

With tell-tale squeezes of his own, Billy realized what he held within him wouldn’t fall out. He was harder than usual and dripping.

Georgina handed him a tissue, “Wipe that off and walk around. Show your mom how smart you look. He does, doesn’t he, Darla?”

“Indeed.” Then she ventured boldly, “When you get interested in girls, you’ll have something they’ll want.”

The remark surprised Georgina and startled Billy. Neither asked what she’d meant.

The awkward moment gave way to the sound of Earl coming in the other front door and walking to the sitting room. “Hel-lo, what’s going on? Billy? What’s that?”

“My beaver tail. There’s one for you, too. It’s awesome. Get your clothes off, man.”

“What the…” was all he said as he stripped.

After an exchange of glances, Earl was sent upstairs to flush himself and shower. Hurrying, he managed not to touch his perpetual erection. Satisfied that he was dry enough, he descended the stairs and walked directly to the sitting room where his mother dallied with Billy and his tendency to blush.

Darla may have been a little less certain than Georgina as she oiled the cock-shaped handle of the paddle. She steadied herself by reaching under Earl to take his teen’s firm inches the way she usually did when preparing to spank him. He loved her grip. Nearly lost his breath at being so rapidly penetrated. Might have cum except for her lulling instruction, “Stand up for us and show us how special you are.”

“Gosh bro, it is awesome.”

Georgina cleared her throat, “Boys, take a few minutes. Walk around the house. Get used to having these tails because you’re going to be wearing them every afternoon. That way, they’ll be handy whenever we want to spank you. Try the stairs. Go up, come down. Get with it now.”

Billy made as if to bound up the stairs but halted halfway, turned, and said, “Oh wow, it’s doing something inside me. I’m gonna cum!”

He shuddered and jutted like the errant sprinkler in their front yard. Embarrassment turned him beet red. Hadn’t had the presence of mind to catch any of his discharges with the tissue he still had in his hand.

Earl’s wide-eyed astonishment was interrupted by, “Your turn on the stairs now, honey. Let’s see if your prostate can out-do your chum’s – and, as for you, Billy, come get over my lap right this minute. Let me see whether the paddle’s proximity to my hand will yield the results we want.”

She wasn’t kidding. The woman didn’t mind the oily, feces-free handle at all, for the sight of the paddle’s impacts on the boy’s lovely bottom inspired her beyond his yelps. Briskly alternating attention between cheeks, she turned firm young flesh from undifferentiated pink to the scarlet striations of sunset. And paused to admire inwardly her result: Beautiful, it would look beautiful on a calendar.

The pause refreshed. Taking pleasure in administering her woman’s authority over the boy, she raised the paddle’s impacts to upper levels of possibility until her arm tired. The sting of concupiscence resonated in woman and boy.

She smacked him a final time – and reversed the object so it could be returned to his rectum forthwith. “There. Ready for next time. Great, isn’t it?”

Billy wasn’t sure about that but that he was hard again caught his notice. Earl’s plight did, too.

“Earl, what’s wrong?” Darla asked.

“Walking up and down the stairs isn’t making me cum like Billy.”

Georgina rose from her chair, “I think you just need some help.” She walked over to where Earl stood, took his erection in one hand and, with her other, began sliding the beaver tail’s handle-prong in and out of his behind.

He might have fallen if she hadn’t been there to support him during the orgasm.

“There, there. That’s why we’re all together here. You boys need our steady hands. Go to Mrs. Flagg for your spanking.”

Obediently, he did. Darla’s confidence soared first at the sight of his tail protruding directly toward her hand then, while imitating Georgina’s slides, at the leathery length. I can do this. He will feel my sting.

She ripped the tail out, looked at the penis handle for soil, saw none, reversed the wondrous object with an uncharacteristic flip of her wrist, and began belaboring the boy butt with brisk efficiency. His howls thrilled her. She reached under for his cock and, while pounding, pulled as if it were an udder to be milked. When he ejaculated what he could, she wrist-flipped the tail around for re-insertion and stood him on his feet.

Georgina appeared with lemonade to refresh everyone.

Five minutes later while they sipped lemonade, Georgina asked out of the blue, “Earl, what can you tell us about that girl you like, Eloise? What’s special about her?”

“Er…she’s pretty and she tells me some secrets…er…like her mom…er… spanks her every day after school like you like to spank us.”

“In-ter-esting. Has she always done that for her daughter the way we have for you two boys?”

“Well, er, she’s a girl, so she doesn’t get erections. But she…don’t tell, okay?...she says she gets funny feelings in her front. You know, her cunt.”

Georgina leaned toward him, “Is she a virgin?”

Earl, unsure how to answer, said, “She hasn’t been with a boy, if that’s what you mean.”

“Were you hoping to be her first?”

“Yes’m, but I’m a virgin, too, I guess you could say, so I’ve heard you just stick it in and pump.”

“Earl!” his mother exclaimed.

“Listen to me,” Georgina rallied to the challenge, “That’s not the way to win her, if you really like her. You must know what you’re doing. You need experience. We can help with that.”

Darla had no idea what her friend intended, so she watched as Georgina told Billy to lie on his back and lift his legs – high.

“Your target area with Eloise will be where Billy’s balls are but for now his bottom hole can serve as your practice field.”

“But he’s a boy.”

“So what? He’s here. Get down there and smooch him a little, rub his nipples, tell him he’s so beautiful that you’ve just got to feel around his hole.”

“Are you nuts? We aren’t queer!” Billy protested incredulously.

Georgina thought of an angle, “Just pretend for your friend’s sake that you’re a pretty girl named Eloise and let him learn. After all, your hole’s oiled up so he won’t hurt you.”

“Mom, I’m not turned on. Look at me. I can’t fuck Billy.”

She smiled that crooked smile of hers, “Yes you can.” And thrust a beaver tail into Earl’s backside. “Easy as pie. You’re oiled, too, and – look – you’re getting hard already.” With a nod of her head at Darla, she indicated that it was her job to do some pumping.

Darla flushed but couldn’t resist. This was more fun than spanking the boys. Billy may have closed his eyes but seemed to like being kissed, liked having his chest licked, didn’t resist Earl’s fingers – first one, then two – circling his ass, and called out, “Yes,” when glided into by genuine friend cock.

Georgina held the flat end of the paddle as Earl worked himself on it while screwing the ersatz Eloise. He came, exclaiming his gratitude to Billy. “Thank you, man. Great piece of ass.”

“Damn, I came, too,” Billy said, opening his eyes. “Damn. Like you said before, wow.”

“See boys, it’s simple,” Georgina encouraged, “You can use each other for practice. It’s so logical. Just pretend one’s a girl for the other and take turns. Hone your love-making skills and you’ll kill the girls – I mean, get all the pussy you want during your senior year.”

Darla retrieved the paddle from Earl.

“We both are proud of you but now’s time for a little more special spanking to seal today’s accomplishments.”

“Yes’m,” responded both boys.

Bare hands felt so good. At first. Then they felt better.

Bent, rather draped over motherly laps for fondling, digital penetration, testicular palpation, and large-vein tracing with fingernails, Earl and Billy winked at each other as if in challenge.

Darla cupped her hand and lit into Earl’s upturned rounds with focus. “There!” she declared with each strike. When the boy couldn’t contain his laughter, she grabbed his balls and pulled. “Now settle down. This is serious.”

He flexed his toes to push up as she swung down. A manufactured cry of pain from him drew from her a whirl of spanks. To increase her excitement, Earl contracted and relaxed his gluteal muscles and was gladdened that his erection’s friction in her lap did not go unnoticed. There were spasms, his and hers – of matched intensity.

When done with recovery of her air, Darla patted the grimacing boy’s heated rear, let him stand, and looked to her friend expectantly.

Billy’s fascination with his friend’s spank had lasted only seconds, for his ass came under attack from Georgina. She felt the squeeze of his young buttocks and teased his anus with her thumb. Her decision taken to begin walloping him, she applied the flat of her hand to each whack. Deliberately, she raised the color of pristine skin to redness.

“Feel that, Billy? It’s for you, my darling. Drawing near your cum, are you so soon? Let me help you prolong the anticipation.” She burrowed between his closed legs to locate his penis and scrotum, took them into her full grasp, spat into cleavage above, shifted genitals painfully through the juncture, pulled hard, and rubbed her thumb deeply against his perineum.

The single tear that flowed from one of his friend’s eyes was seen by Earl who ran the pink tip of his tongue across his lips and mimed, “You lose the bet.”

Next to rapt Darla, he stood impassive, feasting on his buddy’s discomfort and subsequent piercing by the strong woman’s grouped fingers before she took up her spank of him again. The procedure succeeded in lengthening Billy’s cock and making his balls tingle with life. It goaded Earl to erection which Darla caught sight of.

Moved by sympathy, she reached for his cock and pulsed her light grip of it in time to Georgina’s awesome display of spanking’s power to culminate in orgasm. Breaths quick and shallow, eyes aglitter with excitement, Billy’s climax scoured him like an avalanche. After, glazed, he hardly knew that she reamed him with her fingers to extract final drops from boy glands. Nor did he hear Darla being told to send stimulated Earl over.

Billy, held down as he was over the woman’s lap, did notice that he was being fucked. By Earl! Kisses he missed but reveled in being the temporary location for his friend’s forced tunneling. Natural now his rippling rectal response. Goodness thrust from opening port along and among tissue-covered muscle the inches of Earl’s length. Sensed by Earl as welcoming openness and desire for more, the union burgeoned into feelings expressed as sounds – sighs, moans, sobs, cries, groans, and growls.

Darla helped him away; Georgina aided Billy’s regain of his stance.

Without being told, the boys held hands.

* * *

Georgina unfolded a scrap of paper she’d found in her son’s pocket: a telephone number beside the name Eloise. “We’ll leave our boys here and go over to your side of the house,” she said softly.

It took less than thirty minutes for Georgina to speak sufficiently with Eloise’s mother, Roberta Tucker, that an invitation was issued for her to drop over.  

“See to our boys,” Darla was instructed. I’m going on a mission. Don’t ask.”

Georgina took a cab. With her, in her big shoulder-strap bag, a well-washed beaver tail paddle.

Explanations took a little while before Roberta summoned her daughter. Already topless, Eloise had pertly nippled, pear-shaped breasts and wore pink silk panties so sheer her shaved pussy showed suggestively through. “Yes, Momma?”

“This is your boyfriend’s mother, Mrs. Spelvin. She’s come to see how you receive my spankings.”

Eloise knew to take her place, if not eager at least resigned to the inevitable. This must mean that Earl blabbed what I said about how often I got spanked and fingered, too? Oh my goodness.

Eloise’s momma lovingly traced the youthful outline of her girl’s bottom. She counted out fourteen swats concentrated on the most curvaceous parts prior to noticing Georgina’s right eyebrow was raised.

She wants to see me get in there.

Roberta’s intuition was definitely on-target.

“Let’s take these off,” Roberta said, tugging elastic at the panties’ waist.

Once fully bared, Eloise’s bottom seemed to draw her mom’s fingers into its crack.

“Nice, you remembered to put some cold cream in here for me.”

“Yes, Momma.”

“Mrs. Spelvin’s brought something special for me to use on you. Look at this.”

“Ooh, what’s that?”

“My son’s special beaver tail paddle. If you want to spend time with him, you must share its experience.”

Eloise missed seeing the handle but reacted to her mom’s swift paddling with the tail part by a series of soprano-pitched squeaks and squeals.

That smarts! Now comes the fingering.

She clenched and relaxed to ready her cold-creamed bottom to be probed as usual.

Oh golly! What’s that? It…it’s…so big. It’s really going in! Did Mrs. Spelvin say it was Earl’s? Has she been using it on him? Up his butt after paddling him with it? Gee, how neat is that! It’s like I’m being welcomed into the family.

“Up with you now, dear. How do you like it?” Roberta asked.

“Okay, I guess,” she said, sort of sashaying in place, shifting weight from one leg to the other. “Am I supposed to like it?”

“Not necessarily. It’s just that, if you want to spend time with Earl, you must know what he and Billy go through. Shared experiences are bonding experiences.”

“Georgina, you sound so wise,” Roberta said. “Listen to her, Eloise.”

“Have you ever heard of puppy play between sex partners?”

“No, ma’am.”

“It’s where toy doggy tails are inserted into butts. Anyway, I’m of a mind – and my friend Mrs. Flagg, Billy’s mom, is, too – to train our boys to wear these beaver tails around our shared house. The family motto is A SHARING TIME IS A HAPPY TIME. That way, I know where they are when I want us to deliver spankings to keep them alert. The difference is, they get their rocks off, if you know what that means.”

“I do. I’ve done it for a few boys at school, only with my hands.”

Georgina sniffed, “So primitive.”

Neither Eloise nor Roberta said anything, so Georgina proudly went on, “We have been spanking our sons for several years every afternoon when they return from school. Big now, almost fully grown, they needed the innovation of my new, personally-designed paddles to get the most from motherly love, as I’m sure you’re beginning to grasp. Well, I mean, you must, the way you’re strutting about with Earl’s beaver tail up your butt.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ve got a good grasp on it. Sure feels secure now.”

“Roberta, help your daughter stay in place while I pull out what she’s grasping so well.”

Eloise laughed, “I’ll miss it, I think. Mom, can you get one for me?”

Georgina wrapped a paper towel around the tail and placed it in her bag, “When you see the boys at school, be sure you treat them just as classmates, the way you probably have been, and never breathe a word about any of this to any other girl – or boy, for that matter. It’s a bargain, understand? Keep it and we’ll keep you in the loop.”

“Yes, ma’am!” she was emphatic.

“One more thing, before you put your panties back on. Mmm, Roberta, if you’ve a tape measure handy, I’ve got an idea for something.”

* * *

Presented eight days later, a new device tickled more than Eloise’s fancy. When strapped in place by her cooperative mother, her girly ass housed a reasonable dildo and, with each step Eloise took, her clitoris was massaged by a prototypical invention of one of Georgina’s clever acquaintances. Radio-controlled by a battery-powered off-on switch, it was a pocket-size marvel of electrical engineering.

“Use this selectively and well,” Georgina had told Earl that school day. “Think of it as market research.”

From Earl’s pocket, it provoked Eloise sizzlingly during classes and, as expected, drove her determination to get even with him during naked after-hours play in the extended-family’s sitting room.

There to his delight, she smacked him thoroughly with the beaver paddle and sawed its penis-handle back and forth in his backside until he came noisily.

Billy smarted, jealous. “I want to be forced to cum like that, too.”

Giving in to the boy’s heart-felt pleading, an empowered Eloise tripped Earl into a wide-legged sprawl on his back, gave Billy’s balls a grope, saw him erect, told him to “spit on it,” and shoved him into his buddy’s breach. “Fuck him again – and I mean it!”

When he was inserted into Earl and doing the deed mechanically, she delved delightedly and reamed rapaciously with strong-armed tenacity using the same paddle handle.

A balanced act – equal torment-fun for both sides – to the mothers’ heated nods of approval.

This girl will go far, once she’s in a college sorority, Georgina thought.

* * *

Weekend nights involved sleepovers, the teens freely sexing each other via anal accesses of their devising. An accident, however, threatened to wreck the families’ happy balance.

Eloise thought it would be fun to yank Earl by the ankles as he was about to take position to carry out his obligatory fuck of Billy. She yanked – and pulled his face onto his friend’s upright cock. Earl’s gasp was cut short by what filled his mouth and made him gag.

Oral sex’s wonderful newness thwarted the bitch. Earl was a natural sucker. Loved the feel of Billy’s dickhead scoring the roof of his mouth and bruising the soft tissue beyond. Loved laving it with his tongue – with or without a beaver tail up his butt.

The fuss Eloise made so annoyed the boys that they turned on her. Together out-powering her violent twists and turns, they spread her with the intention to teach a lesson. Billy had been on his back when Eloise forced Earl into the fuck. A spastic move the wrong way placed her virginal pussy in the path of the boy’s rampant move intended for her butt.

Whoo-hoo. Bang-bang! And bang. Wow.

Thus was Eloise de-virginized, the veil of her temple rent to shreds by riot-raging dick. Bloody cunt juice doused dick into demented displays of derring-do.

Screeches of protest underwent modulation. From owlish hoots to dove-like coos, Eloise voiced emotions in diminishing dynamics.

I’m verging on love, she thought, and voiced her belief to the mothers of both boys.

Darla considered the declaration adorable.

Georgina was especially sanguine, “I think the group we are has quite a future together, if we build upon the start made from the introduction of these beaver-tail paddles into our good boys.” She held them up. “It’s obvious, don’t you agree, that our combination of rigid penis-handles, boy butts freshly spanked and sporting tails, and your nether orifices, Eloise, in receptive mode are the answer?”

“To what?” Darla asked.

“To the question about our future – at least until the boys go off for one of the colleges that has a beaver mascot – OSU, MIT, CIT, or CCNY – I’ve been investigating.”

Billy and Earl, nearby and listening, took the question’s question and answer as reason to back bare bottoms to each other’s mothers. “Slide ’em in,” Billy said, “we’re oiled and ready.”

“Yeah,” added Earl in a burst of inspiration, “Make us your beavers and we’ll dam Eloise’s butt good.”

“And keep it that way,” Billy ended.

“Nothing could make us happier, right Darla?”

“Yes, Georgina. Oh yes.”

“Right, Eloise?”

“Yes, ma’am.”