Well to be honest it has been at least ten years since I talked with anyone directly involved with it all, and now it has been more than forty years since it all happened. Yet there are some defining moments in your life that you never forget.

True, details become blurred with time and perhaps some details that still exist may have come from second hand accounts or perhaps even from an over active imagination; the realities of the moments are still there. It all started the summer of 1952 in Chicago.

For those of you who can relate to the time frame there is no need to explain further the attitudes of sex and such topics of the time. But for those who never knew the '50's, let me briefly explain the attitudes that prevailed. First sex was only done by married couples in the private confines of their own beds.

Movies literally showed no sex to speak of, and magazines, even "men's," showed no frontal nudity; even nipples had to be covered or air brushed out - unless you count the National Geographic which showed some ugly African women now and then. Sex education came from stories told on the streets by the older boys or maybe some "seedy" adult.

The news rarely wrote about sex crimes. Attitudes toward rape heavily ran toward the feeling that the woman was not the victim but really wanted it to happen, and was somehow a tinted lady. Divorce was a sin: and men felt all divorced women were sex hungry because they had it regularly and now somehow needed it from any man that they could get it from.

Needless to say this attitude scared the hell out of other "good" women, who often took great pains to push the divorced woman out of their circle. Women like my mother. In general the country was still somewhat puritan compared to the 1990's. Oh sure if you were an adult, there were places to go, like burlesque shows, where the women could strip only to a g-string. And there were "smokers," "stag parties" where whores would perform. And magazines that came wrapped in brown paper that "showed it all."

Now, school had only been out for a couple of weeks and we had already become bored with playing "Cowboys and Indians," "Cops and Robbers," "Great white hunters," even playing baseball. Our minds had suddenly begun to burn on the topic of sex, fed in great part by the age we were at and fueled by stories from the older boys in the neighborhood. But it was my closest pale's, Red's father who set our minds on fire!

The man was a drunk and a con man who had minor brushes with the law throughout his life. Most of his cons ended in failure but this never stopped him, and now, unknowing to us, he was working on his greatest con. The man fed us with stories of every form of sex you could think of. We hung on every word.

He even got us a "brown paper" magazine of bondage drawings to gawk at: no depictions of pubic areas though. It almost became a ritual after dinner to go over to the old dilapidated two flat were Red lived and sit on the front steps to wait for his father to come out and talk with us.

After several days of feeding us stories and pictures the old fox had us obsessed with getting ourselves a grown woman for our sex slave - to do what we wanted to do with her. Red's father gave us a plan to capture, as it was, a woman who we all knew and to then make her our sex slave.

Naturally he would help, assuring us we'd not get into any trouble. Still as I picked up the newspaper and brought it into the apartment, then laying it on the kitchen table as always, I couldn't help but wonder why the man was so willing to help us.

There was the usual cup of coffee on the kitchen table, and with trembling hands I poured the powder I had been given by Jimmy into the coffee. Red's father told Jimmy what to get from his father's drug store and what amount I was to put into the drink.

I finished stirring the powder into the drink when I heard her come to the table with her usual cheery good morning. She asked me if I was all right - I looked awfully tired. In truth I was very tired: it had been a hot muggy night, and having mixed feelings about what I was to do kept me awake most of the night.

I didn't say anything as I watched her take the first drink. Then for some reason I rambled off about the hot night and my inability to sleep. As she took another drink, I nervously rambled on. I don't know why I kept talking, perhaps I wanted to make sure the drink worked, or at least didn't kill her. The phone rang, and I knew it was Red asking her to stop over on her way to work to help him - he was sick and his parents were gone. I quickly glanced at the clock - it was exactly 7:00 a.m. just as we planned it.

I studied her as she talked - she was a modest woman liked by everyone and for the first time I thought she was just more than a bit pretty. She was on her way to work and was dressed in a blue dress, nylons and blue heels, with a small white hat and matching gloves at the ready. In the 50's people still dressed up to go to work or for most any outing, like church or going out to eat. I stared at her as she put down the phone and let out a big yawn.

She laughed and said that the coffee was to wake her up not put her to sleep. With that she finished her coffee and after placing the cup back on the table said she had to stop at my friend's house and that she better be going. After a big yawn and another laugh she told me I'd better get going and finish delivering the papers.

I ran down the stairs with great excitement confident that the drug was working just as we were told it would. Then it hit me - what if she past out on the sidewalk or something. Now I feared that we'd all be caught, and began to feel sick to my stomach as I came to the alley. I wanted it to happen - yet I didn't. I wanted her to pass out on the sidewalk, then it would be all over - no one would suspect that I drugged her. I hid behind a fence waiting for her to cross the alley to Red's two flat.

What was only five minutes seemed like an hour before I saw her slowly crossing the alley, with unsure steps, then turn up the walk to the side entrance to Red's street level flat. The sun was hot already and it was still muggy as hell, and I was sweating bullets. But most of the sweat came from the fact that my heart was pounding so hard that I thought it was going to jump out of my chest.

I planned it this way: I'd go in after she entered the flat. Because if the drug didn't work, the other plan was to attack her and capture her anyway. To me this was nothing but a failure waiting to happen. I knew Ed and Tommy, was scared enough and too timid to do it; they'd chicken out leaving Red, Jimmy and Billy to try. Hell she was as tall and probably weighed as much if not more than as each of us, so I couldn't see her not being able to fight the three off. Besides she was an adult.

As she opened the broken screen outer door, she swayed noticeably before entering into the small and narrow vestibule. I heard myself saying breathlessly in excitement that it was going to work -- that is, was working. Just then I saw her stumbling back out the screen door. I held my breath in disappointment, only to see Red and Jimmy quickly grab her by each arm and pull her back inside. I looked around quickly to see if anyone saw. But there was no one around to see.

I took off like a bat out of hell and raced for the flat. I didn't care now if it was wrong or not, and I didn't think of why Red's father was so anxious to help us. Hell I didn't even care if she were awake -- I'd help them capture her.

I swung open the noisy broken screen door and entered the vestibule -and stopped. The screen door banged shut behind me and I stood staring into Red's dark flat. The damn place was always dark and depressing even in the daytime. I stood there as my eyes adjusted. There were no sounds. The usual smell of stale cigarette smoke, and booze, mingled with the smell of mold - but no sound. Suddenly in my mind I wondered if this were nothing but a practical joke being played on me. I felt my face redden with anger, waiting for them all to start laughing at me.

My eyes were almost adjusted to the dim light and I stepped slowly thru the inner door determined not to act embarrassed if this all were nothing but a joke. As I stood in the doorway, I looked down at the always opened hide-a-bed. There she was laying face down totally past out. Red and the others stood around her like the dwarfs looking down at snow white. Red grinned at me and in a low voice said she was out like a light. The others excitedly whispered and giggled.

Finally Jimmy began to shout; saying how she'd be out all day just like Red's father told us she would. So far Red's old man was right, and now I really didn't give a damn if what we were going to do was right or wrong. Nor did Tommy and Ed who both protested the most, that this was all wrong. We were all there because of our own foolish egos and fear of being called cowards and not "cool."

Billy had placed two of his father's cameras facing toward the old ratty couch at the one end of the room. I checked to make sure the shades on the two windows behind the couch had been pulled down, then I looked up at the ceiling where some nights earlier we, with Red's fathers help drilled three hooks, in a triangle, into the ceiling just in front of the couch. Billy held up a camera he had around his neck and asked if we should get started. The moment of truth was at hand!

Red looked at me for my reaction. I just shrugged my shoulders. With that he knelt on the bed and began to unbutton the back of her dress. Jimmy had picked up her hat and had placed it on Tommy's head and went back watching as Red finished undoing the buttons, then taking off her gloves, he told Tommy to put them on, saying he would look more natural wearing them. Tommy gladly did so.

We all smiled board silly smiles as we watched her dress open, exposing her white slip. Red stood up and asked Jimmy to help stand her up. Jimmy laughed and said she almost gave him and Red a heart attack when they tried to pull her inside. He was right. She was a load. Both he and Red tried pulling her up off the bed to no avail. Ed and I had to help.

Finally, with Red holding her up by one arm and Jimmy the other, Billy flashed the first picture. Jimmy was groaning and pleading for me to be faster; he was about to collapse. I handed the dress to Tommy, who after taking off her hat and gloves, took it outside and hung it up on a cloths' line as a signal for Red's father that all was going as planned.

I took Jimmy's place and found her limp body to be heavier than I thought it would have been. But with Red's help the two of us walked her over to the hooks. Ed and Billy had hung the harness we had made to the front two hooks and were attaching the harness to the rope hanging from the hook in the back of the triangle.

It was Red and his father's idea to take belts and make harness; which turned out quite well. I took and slipped the straps of her slip and bra down over her shoulder as did Red, then we each slipped one end of the respective belt under each of her arm pits, we fastened them just as we would have with our own pants. Jimmy had fastened the harness to the rope: As Red and I held her, Jimmy, Ed, Tommy and Billy pulled her up and secured the rope to a hook placed into the window ledge behind the couch.

We stepped back and admired our efforts. Here we had this full-grown woman hanging inches off the floor clad only in her slip. Her head slumped forward and her body tilted forward with her arms limply hanging at her sides. As Billy snapped a picture, I couldn't wait any longer: I stepped forward and dropped to my knees and started to pull down her slip.

As I pulled it down I stared up into her lovely face with her eyes partially open and wondered if she could see me. For a moment the thought froze me. But when the slip passed down to her waist leaving her two large breasts covered only by a white bra, staring back at me - I could have cared less if she was awake or not. Damn they were big mouths hung half open, tongues licked lips and eyes were wide open with anticipation.

Red jumped past me saying to me how he told me she was built bigger than the other mothers and teachers we had talked about - and much prettier. I didn't debate him this time for he was right, she appeared to have a really big set of tits. Red was almost panting as he grabbed the back of her bra and began struggling with unfastening it. He fumbled and fumed as he fought to get it open -- finally it opened.

Holding the bra closed Red stepped to one side of the woman, and with a triumphant yell yanked the bra from her. Out dropped two large mounds of flesh topped by two large and dark aureoles. I let out a loud "Oh wow" as they dropped inches from my face. Everyone cheered and giggled uncontrollably grabbing at erections that suddenly - popped up. Billy clicked off several pictures from as many angles he could while the rest of us talked about her tits and her nipples - especially her nipples.

Finally, with Jimmy's help, Red began to slowly peel down her panties: As her panties slipped further down you could have heard a pin drop. Then there was a sudden and loud gasp from some of us as her pubic hair appeared. I guess we all were somewhat amazed that there was hair between her legs.

Jimmy and Red came over and joined the rest of us onlookers. With Red holding her bra and Jimmy her panties, we stared almost with reverence at the sight. There she was hanging limply with her bare breasts hanging down, her private area -not so private now; clad only in her girdle and nylons. She was quite a beautiful sight indeed.

Sure we all agreed we could not fuck her: that was part of Red's father's plan because he knew some of us would have a problem with that, since we all knew her. But then again he said to go ahead and have fun. With that in mind, Red again looked over at me, looking for my reaction. Hell it was no problem. No problem; that is until Ed sighed out loud, and turning to me to tell me how beautiful my mother was.

My mother hung there in all her glory for my friends to see. To be what my friends hoped, would be our sex slave. I don't know how long I stood there frozen with guilt as I thought back to the night Red's father told us to get one of our mothers. His logic was that no mother could stop loving her son or let him or his friends get in trouble. He went on to tell us to get pictures - he'd get them developed for us and no one else would see them.

Now I realized that he'd see them! Someone asked me if there was something wrong with me. I shook my head no and continued to stare at my mother and remembered how the old fox told us that he and his wife would "convince" her to cooperate with us, and let herself be our sex slave. None of us thought to ask how or what he meant by; "convince." Nor did I volunteer her - we put our mother's names in a hat.

I had almost backed out and was willing to be labeled a "chicken" and lose their friendships when my mothers name was drawn. Little did I know then that Red's father had made sure it was my mother's name that was picked. However a fight with my parents ended in my being told by my mother that I couldn't go on the fishing trip with my dad and brother, made me change my mind. Of course my mother forgave me, but only after my brother and dad left to go fishing for the next two weeks, and made me stay with her instead. The rest as they say is history.

Red whispered into my ear about how much she was a mother to him and that he loved her more than his own and still would respect her. As he pleaded his case, I thought how true it was: More mornings found him having breakfast with us, my mother looked after him more than his own parents - that was why it was so easy to get her to drop by on her way to work. Finally the sight of her became too much for me and it was rather easy to agree with him. Besides no one was going to fuck her.

I grinned at him and nodded my head. Red shouted a yes and flew to my mother. He grabbed both breasts and began to rub and squeeze them. He stepped behind her and held her breasts in his hands. His fingers began to play with her nipples. Her tits jiggled and bounced with his rough groping of them. With that I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed one of her breasts and found it to be a most wonderful feeling. Then I touched her nipple with the tips of my fingers then like Red; I held it between my two fingers.

Soon all my friends were rubbing and squeezing her breasts, and playing with her nipples. Her nipples soon became rock hard. There were six hands rubbing and squeezing her soft flesh. Red surprised us all by parting his lips and taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking it hard. Ed then grabbed hold of her other breast and did the same. Everyone took there turn. Red then began jiggling her tits to see how much he could make them bounce. He then pulled and pinched both nipples.

Red and Jimmy had stepped behind her limp body as my fingers timidly touched her pubic hairs. I stared intently at the hairs until Jimmy shouted to Billy to come back with them and get a picture of this. I looked around my mother and saw Jimmy and Red on their knees. Each held one of her ass checks apart so that the others and Billy's camera could see her asshole. Red started playing with her asshole by rubbing it with his finger. We all giggled. Billy snapped a picture and we moved on.