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Neighbors
Chapter 4
by The Razor’s
Mark
I
had just finished washing the car and was wiping it down. I spotted Josh sitting on his front
step. He looked bored.
“Hey,
Josh,” I yelled over. “Want to help me
wipe down the convertible?”
Bob
and Jan had been in their house about a month by this time. We were getting to know them fairly well. I was even getting used to having Andi around
now, even though I still thought she was drop dead gorgeous. She wasn’t too friendly toward me. She seemed to like Bonnie a lot better. But that was okay. I still liked to look at her. Who wouldn’t?
Josh had been over a few times and I got along with him well. He was a quiet kid. He was nowhere as big as his sister. He was about five feet, if that, and weighed
around 85 pounds. His bone structure was
kind of delicate for a boy. His hair was
mousey brown and always all over the place.
His eyes were blue like his mother and sister. Probably closer to his mother’s color than Andi’s pale blue.
Josh
wondered over. He was wearing a tee
shirt, shorts and sandals. I glanced up
at him as he got close. “Not much doing
today?”
“Naw. I haven’t met too many kids in the
neighborhood yet.”
It
was true. Not too many boys in our
street, his age. “Yeah, I guess you’ll
have to wait for school to start.” I
tossed him a cloth and he started wiping.
With both of us going at it we were done in about 10 minutes.
Josh
liked to play on our computer. His
family had one but it was real old and not really too fast. Running games on it was a problem. I didn’t even know if they had an internet
connection or not. I knew Bob wasn’t
into computers. I doubted if Jan or Andi
were either. But Josh liked to play
games so he came over once in a while.
He had fun. He’d sit at our
machine for hours it seemed, listening to all the bells and whistles. I liked this kid. He was a normal 11 year old looking to pass
the summer.
It
was starting to cloud over. “I guess I
better get this thing in the garage before it rains. It always rains once you wash a car,” I
chuckled. “Wanna
come in and play on the computer?”
“Sure!” Josh was always ready for computer
games. I pulled the car into the garage
and we went into the kitchen. I wanted a
beer.
“Wanna beer,” I asked him, laughing. I liked teasing this little kid but when he
said “okay” I knew it was a mistake to have offered one. “Yeah, right. Your mom would kill me dead, pal.”
“I’ve
had beer before,” he bragged. “Sometimes
my dad let’s me have some of his.”
I
thought a second. “Really! Do you like the taste? Kid’s your age don’t usually like it.”
Josh
kind of smiled. “It’s okay, I guess. It’s kinda bitter
sometimes. I like light beer better than
the other stuff,” he said with seriousness.
“It’s not so bitter.” Should
I? Ah, what the hell, it won’t kill
him. No one else will know except him
and me. It might be fun to see what
happens after this little kid has a beer.
I doubted he ever had a full bottle all by himself.
I
relented. “Okay. I’ll give you a Miller Lite
but if your mom comes running over here later screaming at me then I tell you
what, it’ll be the last beer you ever get in this house. Even if your 40,” I laughed. He looked up at me and beamed.
“Okay. I won’t tell her.” I retrieved two bottles from the fridge,
opened them and gave him one, shaking my head, still not too sure if I was
doing the right thing. He took the
bottle and ran into the den. He started
up the computer. I watched him take a
swig. He didn’t make a face. He had had beer before, I thought. Oh well, kids grow up faster these days. I joined him in the den and sat in my easy
chair. I picked up a magazine and
started reading. Josh was fully immersed
in some game. Man, was it noisy. I could hardly concentrate. After about 15 minutes he stopped playing,
just looking at the monitor.
“Where
is everybody today?” I asked.
“I
dunno. My
dad’s at work, my mom and Bonnie went off somewhere and Andi is on Mars, as
usual.” I laughed. He had a great sense of humor. He continued with his game. He was on the machine for about 20 minutes
more. I guessed he was tired of playing because
he left the machine and sat on the sofa.
It looked like he was bored again.
He still hadn’t finished the beer.
“So,
what do you wanna do now?” I asked.
“I
don’t know.” He sat there quiet for a
few minutes not saying anything. Then he
looked at me again. “Do you think my
mom’s pretty?” he asked out of the blue.
He was serious, not kidding around.
I put my magazine down. What a
question from an 11 year old. Little did
he know I thought his mom was drop-dead gorgeous.
“You
know what, Josh, I think your mom’s very pretty,” I replied. “But don’t tell her I said that.”
He
started laughing. “Oh, wow, now two
secrets! I can’t tell her about the beer
and I can’t tell her you think she’s pretty.”
“Right. It’s
guy stuff,” I teased. He was quiet for a
second. He drank the last of his beer. He actually drank the whole thing. I was amazed.
He
got a curious look on his face. “So … what
do you like about my mom the best?”
I
thought for a minute. I knew I shouldn’t
be talking to this little kid about his gorgeous mom but then I thought why
not. Although I hardly knew Jan, one
thing I did know was for someone who had two kids, one 13, she was a fox. I immediately thought of her legs and how I’d
love to get my lips wrapped around that cunt.
Fuck, my cock was stirring.
“I
like her eyes,” I told Josh, chuckling. “They’re
a real pretty blue.”
Josh
smiled at me. “Yeah? Well, I like her hair. It’s nice and soft,” he countered.
“Okay
then,” I replied, “I like her nose. It’s
so tiny.” We both started laughing. It became a game.
“I
like her legs,” he quipped. “They’re
really pretty.” Yeah, I thought, he’s
got that right. I bet they’d squeeze
real tight in the heat of moment. Josh
was not going to get the last word though I decided.
“Really! Okay, I like
her butt,” I returned. Now Josh was really
laughing, his eyes sparkling.
“Okay,
then I like her boobs.” He suddenly realized what he said and covered
his mouth with his hand, like a little girl.
“Ooops, sorry, I didn’t mean to say
that.” He giggled again.
Interesting,
I thought. This little kid was
interested in his mother’s tits. He is
definitely growing up. “It’s okay, Josh,” I laughed.
“I like her boobs too. They look
like they’re nice and soft.”
“You
like my mom’s boobs too?” he asked, incredulous.
“Sure,
why wouldn’t I. I told you I think she’s
very pretty.”
Josh
was wide eyed now. He just looked at me. He became serious. “I like it when she wears short skirts. I like looking at her legs,” he admitted. Again, this was quite a revelation from an 11
year old kid. I looked at him
closely. I really thought he wanted to
keep on talking but he just didn’t know what to say. Not all kids his age would even consider
their mom’s legs, especially in a short skirt.
I needed to know more. It was
quiet now.
“Yeah,
I know, she’d look really good in a mini-skirt,” I told him. “You know what I’d like to do. I’d like to sit beside her on a sofa and kinda run my hand over her leg. That would be neat. Have you ever done it,” I asked, “like
running your hand over her legs?”
He
turned kind of shy. “No. But it would be neat,” he answer quietly.
“You
should try it sometime, just to see what it feels like. I know I’d like to. I’ll bet they would be nice and smooth.” I egged him on. “I wonder what she’d do if you did it?”
He
really didn’t take the bait. “That would
be neat.” he admitted, quietly. He again
was quiet for a second. ”Can I have
another beer?” Josh said it like he just
was one of the guys. I had finished mine
long ago and I actually wanted another one too.
“Okay,
but don’t get drunk on me okay? Then
your mom will really kill me and then I’ll never get to feel her legs,” I
laughed. I knew I shouldn’t really do
this but I went to the kitchen anyway and got two more and went back into the
den. I gave him the beer and sat down
again. This time he took a long
swig. He was quiet.
I
really needed to know more. “Do you
think about your mom a lot, Josh, like her legs and stuff? And how pretty she is?” I asked, quietly.
“Yeah, sometimes.”
It was a quiet admission but truthful.
I think this kid had something for his mom, something sexual. How much would he tell me? I wondered.
“When,
mostly?” I asked. I knew he probably
jacked his little cock thinking about his mom.
He took another drink from the bottle.
He was becoming more relaxed.
He
looked at me kind of cautious. “Usually when … when I’m just lying in bed.”
I
knew it. This conversation was getting
very interesting. “Yeah, me too,” I
admitted to him quietly. “That’s when it’s nice and quiet. I sometimes think about your mom when I’m
lying in bed too.”
“You
do? You think about my mom in bed? Man that’s cool.” He started to lighten up again.
I
just had to know. I was serious but I
didn’t want to rush it. I waited a few
minutes before I asked him. “Have you
ever seen her without any clothes on?” I
wondered what he would think. Would he
take off running? He looked at me and
smiled.
“No.” His speech was a little halted. “But … but I’ve seen her in her underwear a
few times. She sure is pretty.” I was quiet for a minute. Suddenly his hand quickly went to his crotch. He squeezed briefly and pulled it away. I knew he was getting hard. My cock was getting harder too just talking
with this cute kid about his good looking mother.
“Yeah,
I know.” We were both serious now. Again it was quiet. He looked at me very apprehensively, kind of
scared. Umm, I thought, I’d love to see
her in a bra and bikini panties.
It
was time to take the next step. I again
glanced at his crotch. Again he quickly
squeezed through his shorts. I smiled at
him and nodded to his hand. My voice was
very low. “So when you’re lying in bed
thinking about your mom in her underwear do you ever play with yourself? You know, like squeeze your little pecker?”
He
looked at me, not knowing how to answer.
Finally he did. “Yeah, sometimes
I do. It … it feels good,” he admitted,
still looking at me uncertain. I knew he
had secrets and probably had not shared them with anyone before. I thought about him lying in bed stroking his
little cock fantasizing about his mom in a bra and panties. I was getting harder now. Fuck, this was fun, I thought, letting a
little kid like this telling me his deepest secrets.
“Yeah,
I know. I do it too. My prick gets hard when I lie in bed and play
with it when I’m thinking about your mom.”
Josh glanced at my lap. Now I put
my hand on my prick and squeezed through the material of my shorts too. I left my hand on my crotch. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Again I was quiet. But again I needed to keep the conversation
going. “Are … are you hard now,
Josh? I know I am. Thinking about your mom in a bra and panties
gave me a hard-on,” I admitted.
“Yeah,
me too,” he said quietly. “Just thinking
about my mom makes me hard, too.”
I
looked again at his crotch. I nodded
toward his hand. “You know, guy, I like
watching you squeeze it. Do it again,” I
told him seriously. He smiled again and
his hand grasped his crotch. He squeezed
his cock again through his shorts. “That’s
cool. Does it feel good when you do it
now too?”
“Yeah.”
“It’s
okay if you play with it you know. All
guys play with their pricks,” I told him quietly. I admitted to myself that I wanted to see
Josh’s little prick. I wanted to watch
him play with his little cock. I didn’t
know why. I just knew I wanted to have
some fun with this kid. “Have you ever
played with it with someone else watching?
Like a friend or anything?” I asked him seriously.
His
eyes were getting rounder. “No …no just by myself in bed. Sometimes in the shower,” he admitted.
Man
I was hard now. “Sometimes it more fun
with someone else,” I told him. I had to
take the next step. “Come over here
Josh.” He got up from the sofa and came
and stood right in front of me. I looked
right into his eyes. “Can I do it too?”
I asked quietly. “Can I squeeze your cock?” He looked at me with those blue eyes and
smiled.
“Okay,
if you want to,” he whispered quietly. I
took my hand to the front of his shorts and fondled his little bulge. I played with him for a minute or so through
his shorts. He was watching my hand.
I
looked into his eyes. “Feel good?”
“Yeah.” His breath was
increasing.
“It’s
really hard, guy.” I really wanted to
see it. “Can I take it out and look at
it?” He looked up at me. Again he smiled.
“Okay.”
I
unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button on his shorts and pulled down his
zipper. Then I pulled down his shorts
and little white briefs. His little cock
sprung up in full view. It was very
hard. It was about three inches long and
uncut. He had no hair at all. The little purple head was fully exposed from
the foreskin. I wanted him naked from
the waist down. I reached to his shorts
and pulled them down to the floor. “Take
your shorts all the way off, Josh.” He
kicked off his shorts and underwear and was standing now just in his tee shirt
looking down at his little prick. I had
never had sex with another guy that I could remember but this little, dainty 11
year old with his tiny little cock sticking out had be hard, big time. I didn’t know why.
“Your
cock is really nice, Josh,” I whispered.
My hand went to the little member.
I gently traced the length with two of my fingers. “Is this what you do when you think of your
mom?” I was mesmerized by the little
shaft. I ran my fingers over the little
purple head and then went back down and gently kneaded his little tiny balls.
“If
I was your mom, Josh, what would you want me to do? It’s okay, guy, you
can tell me. What would you like?” He didn’t say anything but his eyes met mine. He was so tiny and cute. His complexion was perfect. His little lips were very rosy. He was so little girly looking that I just
wanted to kiss him.
“If
you were my mom I’d want you to kiss me,” he admitted shyly. I didn’t need a second invitation. I stood up from my chair. With my other hand I tipped his chin up and
bent down and gave him a lingering kiss.
I
broke the kiss. “Like that?”
He
smiled at me. His cheeks were
flushed. “Yeah, like that.”
Maybe
we could play a game I thought. I made
my voice go girly. “Do you like it when
your mommy kisses you, baby?”
He
nodded. He picked up the game right
away. “Yeah, mommy, I really like you
kissing me.”
I
led him back over to the sofa. “Oh,
Josh, mommy really likes kissing you too, baby.
Lay down on the sofa and I’ll kiss you some more.” After he was down I looked deep into his eyes
again. He was perfect; a little girl
with rosy lips and a hard cock. I got on
my knees and I kissed him again. I ran my
tongue over his teeth and his mouth opened.
I found his tongue with mine and we French kissed. My hand left his cock and went under his tee
shirt. I fondled his little nipples as
we kissed. I had no idea what had come
over me but suddenly I knew I wanted to taste his little, hard prick. I went down and looked at the tiny cock
again. I again ran my fingers over
it. I looked back up to him. He had a wonderful look of anticipation on
his face. I smiled.
“Mommy
wants to kiss your little prick, Josh.
Can I, baby? Can I kiss it? Tell me.
Tell me to kiss it, baby.”
His
eyes were closed now. “Mommy
… mommy suck on my fucking cock. Pleeease, suck
on me mommy.”
My
mouth slowly lowered to his prick. I
kissed the tip. Then I sucked the little
member into my mouth. It tasted
fantastic. I had never sucked a cock
before. I ran my tongue over the little
shaft while it was still in my mouth. Josh
started moaning. His hips lifted off the
sofa. I knew he wouldn’t last long. I had never tasted cum in my life but in this
one instant I knew I just needed to taste this little boy’s discharge. I don’t know why but I actually wanted
to. He was so perfect I knew his cum
would taste heavenly. I started sucking
on the tip of his little cock. His head
was back, his eyes closed. His hips were
now raising and lowering rapidly. All of
a sudden he tensed; his hips lifted off the sofa.
“Oh,
god,” he moaned. “I’m ….. I’m gonna shoot. Aaaaaaah.” Then I could feel his sperm start to enter my
mouth hitting the back of my throat. I
swallowed. His cum tasted salty and warm
but I didn’t mind. I actually liked
it. It was so erotic. He was moaning louder now. He continued to spew and spew his sperm into
my mouth. He had a tremendous amount of
sperm for a little kid. And the pressure
was fantastic. It was beautiful. Finally he was done. His hips lowered. I removed my mouth from his prick and looked
at it. It glistened with wetness from
both my saliva and his discharge. It was
getting smaller.
I
looked up at him, continuing to fondle the little member. “Ummm, that was
nice Josh. I really like licking and
sucking your little cock.”
He
was quiet but he looked down at me and smiled.
“That’s exactly what I want my mom to do,” he admitted quietly. “I want her to suck my cock until I shoot into
her mouth.”
I
looked at him and smiled. “It’ll happen,
guy,” I told him. “Just keep working on
it. You’ve got lots of time. I’ll help you if you want.” As it turned out Josh didn’t need my help.
I
still had some residue cum on my mouth.
I moved up his body and again kissed him so he could taste too. Again our tongues met. Again my hand went under his tee shirt and I
played with his little nipple. I raised
his shirt and looked at his nipples.
They were very little, very rosy.
I kissed one, then I sucked it into my
mouth. Again I came up and kissed him.
“I
want to do something really naughty, Josh,” I told him quietly. “I want to take out my cock and show it to
you. Then I want to jerk-off on your
little tits. I want you to watch as I
cum on your nipples. Can I do that,
baby? Do you want to see my cock
too?” I was as hard as nails.
He
looked at me and smiled. “Yeah, I want
to see it, Mark.” I quickly dropped my
shorts and boxers. My cock sprung to it
its full length. I took it to his mouth
and gently ran the tip over his little, girly lips.
“Here
it is, baby. Kiss it a little for me,
okay? Run your tongue over the head a
little, Josh. I’d really like that.” He first kissed the head. Then is tongue appeared and he licked. He looked at me and smiled. Then he took my rock hard member gently into
his little mouth. He started sucking, as
if he had done it before. I knew he
hadn’t but it was a natural instinct. As
he sucked I ran my hand down to his little shaft. Again he was hard.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. His
hand went down to mine. He helped me
jack his little cock all the while giving me a blow job. I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I had never done this before in my life but
it was so erotic having this little 11 year old kid that so looked like a girl
sucking on me.
My
hand went back to my own shaft. I
removed it from his mouth. He looked at
me, his eyes sparkling. “Do it Mark,” he
said with all the maturity he could muster.
“Do it. Jack off for me. I wanna watch you
shoot. Shoot your stuff on my tits. I wanna watch your
stuff come out.”
I
couldn’t stand it any more. I could feel
the sperm start rising from my balls.
“Ah, fuck. Here it comes. Oh, god.” I directed my shaft to his little, rosy nipples. I erupted.
I was pumping gobs of cum onto his chest. He watched intently, in awe. I pumped and pumped. It was a massive eruption. I thought it would never end. I was in heaven. Finally it ended. My face was contorted; my heart pumping like
never before. I looked down. His chest was covered with my discharge. I looked at him. His eyes were still as round as saucers. My finger went down to his chest. I just had too, I don’t know why. I ran my finger through the milky white sauce
and ran some over his little nipples. He
looked at me and smiled. Then he did
something extraordinary. His finger went
to his chest too. He ran it through the
discharge and brought some of the cum to his
mouth. He sucked some in. He was tasting my
cum. He smiled at me. He liked it.
Fuck, it was erotic. I wanted to
kiss him again. I leaned over. Our lips met.
I could taste my discharge.
“You’re
fun to play with, Josh,” I told him quietly.
“I want to do this again sometime.
Can we?”
“Oh
yeah,” he replied. “I want to too. I had fun too.” That sealed it for me. I wasn’t into guys but I knew I wanted to
screw with this little girly boy; all kinds of things. I wanted to fuck him in the ass. He was so delicate. I knew we’d do more things. It would be a blast.
I
looked at him again. “You want to fuck
your mom though, don’t you? It’s okay
Josh. You can let it out. You know what? I want to fuck her too.”
He
looked at me and smiled again. “Yeah I
do. I want to real bad. She’s got the nicest body.”
“That’s
good, guy. Keep trying. Be a little aggressive,” I told him. “When you see an opportunity, just try out a
few little things. See what her reaction
is. Maybe she’ll surprise you.” I winked at him. “But right now let’s get you cleaned up a
bit. You never know, Bonnie might come
in any time.” I got him off the sofa, we
gathered up our clothes from the floor and we went to the bathroom. We both had our shorts off, both cocks at
half-mast. He looked so cute with his little
bobbing cock. We got to the bathroom and
I wiped him off, paying special attention to his chest and little prick. I thought to myself that this was one of the
best afternoons ever.
He
left our house happy that day. I was
happy too. Josh and I had a secret and
for now we weren’t going to tell anyone.
I enjoyed having sex with this little kid. I’d like to do it again.
After
Josh left I wanted to jack off again. I
was still horny. It was sure fun playing
with that little kid. I was still naked
from the waist down. I look down; my
cock was still at half mast. I grabbed
it and gently jacked it back and forth. I
wanted to do something kinky. Fuck, I
was getting hard again. What, I thought?
Then
I knew. I headed for Brandy’s bedroom. I looked around. Oh, fuck, I want to jack off into a pair of
her little girl panties; a dirty pair. I
looked in her closet. Her laundry basket
was half full. I rummaged until I found
what I was after. The panties were pale
blue and silky. I turned them inside out.
Yes, exactly what I needed. They
had little yellow spots on the front. I
brought them to my nose and inhaled. The
pungent odor of Brandy’s little cunt piss engulfed my nose. The aroma was sensational. Then I licked the fabric. It was exotic. I was tasting my
little girl’s cunt.
I
sat on her bed with my now rock hard cock at full attention. Gradually I began to caress my shaft with the
little pale blue panties, running the crotch where her little pussy had
recently been covered over my raging cock.
I began to pump wildly. In a few
minutes I could feel my sperm rise. I
was cumming; pumping my love juice into the little
pale blue garment. I wiped my cock with
the panty and threw it back into the basket.
I didn’t care who knew. I wanted
both Bonnie and Brandy to know, to know that I wanted to fuck my little 11 year
old daughter. I loved her dearly but I
wanted to fuck her; to have my cock run in and out of her little puffy cunt
lips; to make her scream in ecstasy, to have my cum run up her little love
canal.
Josh
After
what happened at Mark’s it felt like my tool was on fire. It was hard.
I played with it lying in bed. I
jacked off thinking about him sucking my cock and tits. It was incredible when Mark sucked on
it. And when I shot my stuff into his
mouth it was the most fantastic feeling I had ever felt. Ooooh, god, I
wanted to cum again. Mark was so
cool. He even let me kiss his thing
too. I … I liked sucking on it. I wanted to do it again. I really wanted him to play with me; feel his
hand on my little cock. I wanted him to
kiss it and suck on it again. I wanted
to shoot my stuff into his mouth again.
I would do anything for Mark now.
I jacked off. Finally I came
shooting my stuff onto the sheets. I
knew I made a mess but I didn’t care if my mom knew I jacked off. I wanted her to know. I finally fell asleep.
My
mom was in the kitchen when I got up the next morning. I was still thinking about what Mark and I did. It was so much fun. And finally I could talk to someone about
sex; someone who understood. My dad
wanted me to be a football player. I
hated football. He never paid much
attention to me.
I
was getting hard again thinking about yesterday. I hoped my mom didn’t see the tent in my
pajamas. Well, maybe I hoped she would
see it. I reached for my cock through my
pajamas and gave it a little squeeze. It
felt really good. I soooo
wanted to take it out and show her.
Maybe … maybe if I put her hand on it she’d play with me.
My
mom was wearing a robe that came down to her knees and tied in front. She was also wearing those ugly pink
slippers. “Hi, sweetheart, how are you
today?” she asked.
“Fine.” I looked at her
standing at the sink. She was always beautiful
to me. When she dressed up she looked like
a movie actress. I loved watching her
move around. I thought about what Mark
told me about being a little aggressive.
Maybe I would put my arm around her now.
Should I? I was a little scared. I could feel my prick harden more.
“So
what’s up today, baby?” she asked.
“I
don’t know. I’m just going to hang
around the house I guess. There’s not
too much today. I’m bored.”
She
turned to me. “I know Josh. Pretty soon you’ll be going back to school
and you’ll meet new friends at your new school. At least you have Brandy next door to play
with sometimes, even if she is a girl.”
“I
don’t mind playing with Brandy. She’s
fun,” I admitted. “And I like her dad
and mom too. They’re cool.”
“Yeah,
they are. I like them too. So, what did you do yesterday when I was
away?”
I
couldn’t tell her about Mark and me that’s fore sure. “Nothing much. I went over and helped Mark wash his
car. After, he let me play computer
games. We just talked. He’s fun to talk to.” She looked back at me,
an inquisitive look on her face. Did she
suspect something? Nah, it was just my
imagination.
“That’s
nice, baby. They’re good neighbors.”
If
she only knew just how good a neighbor Mark really was. Now I just had to do it. I wanted to put my arm around her. I got up from my chair and went over to her
standing at the sink. I put my arm
around her waist. She turned and looked
at me kind of funny. “Mom, why do you
wear those fuzzy slippers all the time?”
I hated those awful slippers. Her
legs looked much better when she was barefoot.
She was a lot sexier barefoot.
“What? You don’t like my slippers?” she laughed a
silly laugh and leaned into me a little.
It felt really good with my arm around her. She didn’t get mad at all. She looked down at her feet.
“Nope. I like you barefoot
better.” She kicked off her slippers.
“Like
this?”
“Yeah. Those slippers are
ugly.” I had to be brave. “Besides, your …
your legs look lots better without them.
I like your legs, they’re pretty.”
What had I said! She’ll be mad! She turned to me. She didn’t look mad. She actually looked like she was pleased.
“What
a nice thing to say, baby. Thank
you. You’re very sweet!” She parted her robe and stuck out her
leg. I caught a glimpse of her
panties. I was thrilled. “So, you like these old things, eh?” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to see her panties again but I just
couldn’t tell her. My prick got harder
in my ‘jammies.
I wanted to pull it out and show her how hard I was. I wanted her to feel it; to jack it; to make
me shoot my stuff right here, in the kitchen.
I
dropped my voice to something I thought would be more mature, sexier. “Yeah, they’re really nice.” She looked at me again. She had a different expression on her
face. It was almost sexy and she was
smiling.
I
got bolder. “Okay, I told you what I
like about you. What do you like about
me?” I loved my mom.
She
hesitated for a second; probably still wondering what was going on. Her voice dropped to an almost whisper. “I love all of you Josh. You’re my son.”
“I
know, but what are the best parts?” Oh
how I wanted her to say my little prick.
She reached around and tousled my hair.
I liked that when she did it. I
liked it whenever my mom touched me.
Move your hand down, play with my cock, I thought. Pleeeaaase, feel my
boner, mommy.
“Well,
let me think. I like it that your
sensitive, that you like music, and that you never fight with your sister, and
that you always eat your supper.” She
laughed again.
“No,
no I mean like me. Like me!” I stepped back a little and spread my
arms. She turned to me. We were now face to face. Her eyes moved up and down my pajamas. I wished I was bigger so she’d really notice
my cock at full attention. I was so
small. I knew she wouldn’t notice.
“Oh,
you mean physically. Like your
body. Hmmmm. Well.
I like it that you’re thin.” Then
she looked at my face. “And you know
what? I like your rosy cheeks and lips.” She reached down and traced my lips with her
finger. I puckered my lips wanting to
draw her finger into my mouth and suck on it but she took her hand away.
“I
look too much like a girl,” I told her, a little embarrassed.
She
giggled; a sexy little giggle. “Don’t worry, kiddo, you’ll be shaving soon
and you’ll change. Stay the way you are
for a little while longer, okay? I like
you just the way you are. You’re my
baby.” She cupped my face, leaned over
and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. I
was in heaven. I wanted to kiss her
more. I put my hands on her waist,
wanting to draw her closer. She looked
dreamily into my eyes. As if reading my
mind she leaned over again and kissed me again.
Longer this time but not long enough.
When she pulled back she smiled.
Her robe had parted. I looked
down. I could see most of her beautiful
tits. She looked down, too. She had caught me looking. I looked into her eyes again. She smiled.
She didn’t say anything. She kind
of shrugged her shoulders a bit. More of
her beautiful tits were revealed. She
was so close to revealing her nipples.
All I needed to do was raise my hand and part her robe and I’d be able
to see all of her tits; her beautiful nipples.
I was scared. She was still
smiling. Again she looked down, then
back into my eyes, smiling still.
Again
she looked down at her partially parted robe.
Her eyes met mine again. Her
voice was very quiet “It’s okay Josh. You
can look at my … my boobs if you want. I
don’t mind, baby.”
It
was an invitation from heaven. “I really
want to but I … I want to kiss you again.
Okay?” She again bent down, put
her arms around me and we kissed. This
time I wrapped my arms around her. I
could feel her tongue pressing against my teeth. I opened my mouth and her tongue
entered. Our tongues intertwined. I didn’t want to stop. As we kissed her hand came to mine. She raised it ever so slowly and placed it inside
her robe, directly on her beautiful bare breast. I started caressing, very gently. I ran my finger over her nipple. She started moaning, ever so quietly.
Our
kiss broke. She looked at me. “Um, that was nice, baby. I really like the way you kiss.” I was still caressing her. I had parted her robe. I looked down again at her beautiful bare
breast. She looked down too, watching my fingers move over her nipple. The nub was sticking out, hard.
She
looked into my eyes, smiling. “Do you
like them, baby?” again glancing at my fingers moving over the beautiful, rosy
nipple.
“Yeah,
I do. They’re beautiful. So soft. I like the way they sag just a little.” She looked down, again watching. Her hands went to the sash of her robe and
untied it. I looked down. Now I could see her panties. She took my other hand and placed it on her
other tit. I caressed them both, gently,
running my fingers over the extremely hard nubs of her nipples. Her eyes closed. She moaned just a little. Now I took the initiative. I again brought my lips to hers, again I
opened my mouth. Again we French
kissed. Then I removed my hand from one
of her tits and began caressing her stomach and navel. My hand was going lower and lower.
She
broke the kiss. “Ummm, no baby.
Don’t do that. It’s not
right.” My hand was still on her
stomach, caressing gently. I ran my
finger through her navel.
I
looked right into her eyes. My voice was
very quiet. “I want to feel it,
Mom. Please. Just through your panties. I just need to feel your
… your pussy, mommy. Please. Please.
Let me feel it.” My hand went
back up to her tit and I squeezed again.
“Please, just once, mommy.”
She
gently pushed me away a little, separating our embrace. She looked down between us. “Josh, we shouldn’t, baby. It’s … it’s wrong,
baby.” I looked down too and saw the wet
spot that had developed between my mom’s legs.
Her panties were sheer, almost see-through. I could easily make out of folds of her pussy
because of the wetness. I also could
clearly see my little raging hard-on sticking out through the material of my
pajamas. It had escaped from the pajamas
and was sticking out. I didn’t have the
words to convince her. I didn’t know
what to say. I quickly removed my hand
from her stomach and placed it on the wet spot of her panties. I briefly ran by finger through the folds of
her pussy. A quick breath escaped from
her mouth. “Josh, you shouldn’t,” but
she was unconvincing. She didn’t push
back; she didn’t run. I began to probe
the wet folds with my finger then again ran it up and down the slit. Her knees buckled ever so slightly. Her eyes were closed. I kissed her again continuing to move my
finger around her pussy. She took a
little outward step opening her legs.
Our tongues again intertwined.
Suddenly I could feel her hand.
It was on my prick! Oh it felt
good. I broke the kiss and looked
directly into her eyes.
“Make
me shoot, mommy. Pleaaase. Please make me shoot my stuff.”
“Oh,
god,” she whispered. “You want me to
jack you off, baby? You want mommy to …
to masturbate your little cock? Oh, god,
Josh. I want to, baby. But I don’t know. It’s not right. God!” She moaned a little. “I want to, baby. I want to make you cum, baby.” Her hands went to the elastic of my pajamas
and pulled them down, just enough to expose my little prick. It was standing straight up. She again took it into her hand and began to
run her fingers over it. She looked
down. Again she looked at me. “Josh, it’s beautiful. You have such a beautiful little cock,
baby. You really like it when mommy
plays with it, don’t you baby?” I didn’t
answer; I just smiled and nodded. “Mmmm, my poor little baby wants to shoot his stuff. Oh, poor baby.” Then she removed my hand from her
panties. She pulled them down and
stepped out of them, exposing her pussy to me for the first time. I looked down at the neatly trimmed organ,
totally enraptured by the sight and the smell.
Again she brought my hand to her pussy.
Again I ran my finger through the folds of her now bare pussy. She started quietly moaning again. “Oh, baby, that feels good. Oh, god.
Oh, man. Josh, come closer. Rub your little cock on my pussy, baby.” I came closer. She again took my cock. She started rubbing it up and down her
slit. She looked at me again and smiled. “Feel good, baby?”
“Yeah, mommy.
It feels really good.” My hips
were moving in and out, the natural movement of manhood. The tip of my little cock slightly penetrated
the folds of her pussy. She knew what
was happening. Then she guided my cock
to her love canal.
“Push,
baby,” she commanded quietly. “Push it
in, baby. Fuck mommy, Josh.” I knew I was too small to give her adult
pleasure but I was in heaven. I wanted
this so bad. I could feel my organism
developing. I knew I wouldn’t last long
but I also knew that I finally had met my conquest. I was fucking my beautiful mom for the first
time. God it felt good. I wanted to shoot so bad. My mom’s eyes were closed now. “Shoot inside mommy, baby. Do it Josh.
Fuck mommy Josh. Cum inside me.” My
hips were traveling much faster now.
Then I slipped out of her. She
immediately placed my cock back in. Then
I could feel it. I could feel the sperm
rise. I stiffened. Then it happened. My sperm was pumping inside my mom’s beautiful
pussy. I again started to move my hips,
matching the spurts. I suddenly thought
how much better this was than shooting my stuff into Kleenex. “Mommy! Oh, god, mommy. I’m fucking you, mommy. Oh, god, I love it.” I loved fucking my mom’s pussy. I was going to do it again and again. Finally I was finished. I looked at her. Her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly
open. I kissed her again as my little
cock started to shrivel.
“I
love you mommy. I love fucking you. You’re beautiful. I want to do it again.”
Her
eyes opened and she smiled at me. I
didn’t detect any guilt; any remorse; any sadness. “Baby, you’re so perfect,” she cooed. “We’re going to have fun, aren’t we? Yeah, baby, you’ll fuck me again. I’m going to teach you lots of neat things,
baby.
I
was ecstatic. I again looked down at her
beautiful body. This was mine, I
thought. I spread her robe open and
spread it apart, again exposing both her beautiful tits. I ran my hands over them again. They were mine, I thought. I kissed and licked a nipple. “Yeah, mom. I’m going to be your little lover.” She smiled at me. This smile was devious.
“I
have an idea, baby. Do you want to go to
the mall with me today?” she asked. “We
could kinda hang out together. Have some fun together.” The word “fun” was emphasized.
“Sure.” I looked at her and smiled. “Wear something sexy,” I instructed.
She
giggled. “You are bad, Josh! What?
What should I wear? Tell me.”
I
didn’t have to think. “A
really short skirt … and, no panties or bra.” Would she do it?
“Josh,
you’re bad. Where did you learn things
like that? But it would be sexy,
wouldn’t it? You want me to show myself
to everyone, don’t you, baby? You are
turning into a man.” I could tell she
wanted to do it.
I
loved going to the mall with my mom alone anyway but today was going to be a
lot more fun. She always went into
women’s stores. I could wander around
and feel all the nice silky-smooth materials.
It was cool. I loved silky stuff,
especially panties and bras.
“Let’s
get cleaned up and dressed then. We’ll
stop at McDonald’s for breakfast, okay?”
“All right!” I took my
hand off her tit and she covered up again.
We
arrived at the mall about
“Where
do you want to go, honey?” she asked.
“Anywhere. I don’t
care. I’ll just follow.”
“Don’t
you want to go to any kid’s stores, or anything?”
“Nope,
I’ll just want to be with you.”
We
went to Sears first and just wondered around the lady’s department. Mom went through racks of clothes. I just followed feeling all the nice
fabrics. We left Sears and were walking
down the mall, hand in hand, when she spotted a lady’s underwear store.
“I
want to go in here for a few minutes, okay hon?” she
asked. “Do you want to wait outside or
are you coming in?”
“I’ll
come in mom. I don’t mind.” She smiled at me. I just followed her around the store as she
looked at all the nice, lacy and silky-smooth panties and stuff. Every once in a while I’d feel the nice stuff
too. I loved the feel of fabrics and
lace. After about 10 minutes she had a
bunch of stuff she wanted to try on.
“I’m
going to go in and try these on, baby.”
She winked at me. “You want to come
in with me?” Her voice was quiet;
seductive.
“Yeah,
you know I do. Will they let me?” I
whispered.
She
looked at me and smiled. “I’ll ask.” She went up to the girl looking after the
change room.
“Can
my son come in with me?” she asked the girl politely. “He’ll just wait outside the change room. Would that be okay?” The girl looked at me. Then she looked at my mom and smiled. Her eyes glanced at my mom’s tits, the
nipples poking through the material of her top.
Did I detect a knowing look? She
was about 17 with long blonde hair. She was
wearing a skirt and shirt. She was cute.
“Sure,”
the girl answered, quietly, again looking at me. She counted the items. “Six items.” She wrote it down. My mom went into a change room. I turned to look if anyone was around. There was no one. I followed her into the little room.
She
held up four pairs of panties, all different colors. “Tell me which color you like, baby,” she
whispered. I felt all four pairs.
“The
black ones,” I told her. “They’re
sexy.” She raised her finger to her
lips. “Ssssh.” Slowly she raised the hem of her skirt to her
waist. She wasn’t wearing any panties,
just like she promised. I stared at her pussy,
mesmerized. I looked up into her eyes,
shyly.
“Are
you sure, baby,” she said quietly. “Are
you really sure?” She took my hand and again
for the second time today began to run my finger over the folds of her
cunt. Again it was wet.
“Yeah,
mom,” I said breathlessly. “I really
like this one the best.” I probed her cunt a little with my finger.
“Fuck,
you’re bad Josh.” Her voice was sultry. She took my hand away and stepped into the
black panties. I watched, captivated as the
folds of her cunt moved with her legs as she donned the
little black panties. She pulled them
up. The new panties immediately became
wet around her cunt.
She
stood up, took a deep breath. “I’m going
to try on the bra now, baby.” She
gradually raised the little top over her head.
Slowly her beautiful tits came into view. They were gorgeous. The top came off completely. Now she was just standing there in the
beautiful black panties. She looked at
me and smiled. Her hands went to her
tits and she cupped and fondled them.
Her fingers traced over the rosy nipples, making them hard again.
“You
like my tits better now than this morning, baby?”
“Yeah,
mom,” I said quietly. “They’re
beautiful. You’re beautiful.” She brought my hand to her tit and I gently
squeezed the beautiful flesh.
“Oh,
you’re so gentle, baby. Mmmmm, that feels good.
I’m going to take the black panties since you like them so much.” I looked down at them. They were beautiful.
She
looked directly into my eyes. She
smiled. “Take them off for me Josh,” she
said seductively.
I
could hardly wait. I knelt down. My hands went under her skirt to the elastic
of the little black panties. Slowly I pulled
them down. Her pussy again came into
view. It was soooo
beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off
of it. She stepped out of the panties
and I again watched her pussy move. She
reached down and ran a finger through the lips of her cunt,
under her skirt.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned.
“This feels good.” She looked
directly at me. “So what do you think
about your old mom now Josh? Do you
still think I’m pretty?” She was
whispering, just in case. She had raised the hem of her skirt again.
“You’re
beautiful, mom.” I was looking right at
her pussy. Her finger was just to the
side of her labia.
“You
want to feel it again Josh?” she asked, again whispering softly.
“Yeah,
I do.” I was spellbound. I couldn’t take my eyes off the gorgeous
folds of her cunt. She spread her legs
and took my hand and ran my finger over the folds.
“Do
you like it, baby? Does it feel good?”
“It’s
beautiful.”
“Take
your shorts off, Josh.” My shorts and
briefs came down and I stepped out of them.
Now I was naked from the waist down.
My prick was standing straight up.
Her
voice was husky. “Get up on the bench, Josh.” I stood on the bench and now my little prick
was even with her chin. She started
running her fingers in and out of her cunt.
She was running her hand and fingers over my cock with her other hand. Then she bent forward and took my little
prick into her mouth. She took it out of
her mouth and kissed the head.
“Oh
baby, I love your little hard cock,” she moaned. “It tastes soooo
good.” She again put it in her mouth and
sucked. She took it out again and
started licking the bottom down to my little balls. Again she moaned. “Jack-off for me Josh. Masturbate for mommy.” I started jacking my cock. I was in heaven with my little cock just
inches from my beautiful mother’s lips. My
hips went forward and my cock grazed her lips.
I
needed to be bold; aggressive. We had
come too far. I needed to tell her what
I really wanted. I didn’t care what she
thought. Then I told her. “I … I want to shoot my cum
into your mouth, mommy.”
She
wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t angry. She just looked at me dreamily. “Oh, Josh,”
she whispered. “Where do you learn such
naughty things, baby? You’re so
naughty. Mmmmm,
mommy would like that, baby. Mommy wants
to taste your sweet boy cum, baby.” She
put her lips right on the head of my fully extended prick. I could feel the same sensation as yesterday
with Mark. All the time her fingers
continued to ravage her pussy.
I
knew I wouldn’t last long. This was so
erotic. This must be a dream. My little cock was terribly hard, as hard as
it had ever been. My mom’s lips were
against the head. I could feel the sperm
start to travel up the shaft. I was
starting to climax. “Ah, fuck, I’m shooting,
mommy. I’m shooting. Aaaaaah. Here it comes. Taste it, mommy. Taste my stuff.” Then it happened. I started shooting. She opened her mouth. A little cum missed and a little fell on her
lips. My cock pumped and pumped. She took all my stuff in her mouth and then
swallowed. Her eyes were open, looking
at me distantly. She swallowed again,
then again. Gradually I finished. She licked her lips. I was done.
My cock started to soften.
“Mmmmm. My sweet little boy. My little lover.” She kissed me on the lips and I could taste
the salty residue. “You taste soooo good.” She
fondled my cock again. She kissed it
again. She couldn’t get enough.
She
was in a panic now. “Get dressed. We gotta get out of
here, baby.” I put on my briefs and shorts. She took her old panties and put them in her
purse. Then she put on the top. Now her nipples were really poking through
the material, hard nubs, inviting to all.
I opened the room doorl. No one. We left.
“Sorry
I was so long,” she told the girl. “I
just couldn’t decide. I’m going to take
them all.” The girl again glanced down
and quickly checked my mom’s hard tits, staring directly at the bumps on the
material of her top. Her eyes met my
mom’s. She smiled; a knowing look on her
face.
“It’s
okay,” the girl whispered. She glanced
at me. “Is he … is he really your son?”
I
could tell my mom was a little taken aback.
Then the girl’s eyes dropped again.
Now she was openly staring at my mom’s chest. My mom stood straighter, thrusting out her
torso ever so slightly.
“Yeah,
he is, why?” My mom’s voice was quiet,
almost a whisper.
The
girl looked up again. Her eyes went back
down. “Cool.” Her face became a little flushed. “Nothing,” she finally said.
My
mom wouldn’t let it rest. “Come on,
there must be a reason you asked.”
The
girl’s face was becoming redder. “Well …
well it’s not very often a woman takes her son into the change room to try on
panties and a bra.” The girl knew I was
in the change room with my mom!
My
mom looked at her again. The girl was
still staring at my mom’s tits.
“What’s
your name?” my mom asked, quietly.
“Jenny.”
“Well,
Jenny, in our family we’re ah … not shy, if you know what I mean.” She winked.
“Are you shy, Jenny,” my mom asked, a secret smile on her face.
“No,
I guess not,” Jenny replied, gulping.
“That’s
good, because you’ve been staring at my tits, Jenny. And I guess I wondered why. Have you ever played with another girl’s
tits, Jenny?” My mom took a step
forward. She reached over and ran her
palm over Jenny’s cheek, caressing it gently.
“I’ll bet you have; a friend in school maybe. I’ll bet it was fun.” My mom glanced around. There was no one near. “Do you want to feel mine?” my mom
asked. “It’s okay, ya
know. I’ll let you.”
Jenny’s
voice was no more than a whisper. She
glanced around too. “Let’s … let’s step
back behind these racks.”
Jenny’s
hand went to my mother’s tit. She was
very tentative; a little scared. She
squeezed gently and ran her finger over my mom’s hard nub through the material
of her top.
My
mom smiled. “Feel, good? Here, this will be better.” My mom raised the top, exposing both of her
tits. She looked down and ran her finger
over one of the nipples. “Just a few
minutes ago Josh was sucking on one of these, Jenny. He really likes sucking on them. Do you want to suck on them too, baby,” she
asked, quietly. Her voice was sultry.
Jenny
licked her lips. She simply looked at my
mom and nodded. My mom put her hand
behind Jenny’s head and gradually drew her lips near the hardened nipple. Jenny began to suck. “See how nice it is, baby.” As Jenny sucked my mom started unbuttoning
the buttons on the girl’s shirt. “I want
to see yours too.” Jenny was wearing a
bra. My mom simply unfastened the front
snap. Immediately she clasped both of
the girl’s tiny, teenaged tits. Her
nipples were a pale pink. They were very
puffy. My mom lifted Jenny’s head. She kissed the teenager, still caressing her
puffy nipple. “Ummmm,
you’re so sweet, baby,” my mom cooed. “We
haven’t got the time I want now. Maybe
if we come back later you’ll give me some personal attention. Maybe fit me with some sexy lingerie?”
Jenny’s
voice was still no more than a whisper.
“I get off at three.”
My
mom smiled at her. “Yeah? We’ll be back at three, baby.” My mom pulled down her top. We went to the front of the store and she
paid. We walked into the mall. I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my
life. I knew my mom was going to let me watch
her fuck Jenny. And I’ll be she was
going to let me fuck her again too. I
could hardly wait.
We
walked around the mall. She didn’t say
anything about what we had done, but she seemed nervous. She still held my hand. Finally we sat down on a bench. She crossed her legs. Her skirt was way up on her thigh. People walking by were looking at her
beautiful legs. I was so proud that I
was her “date.” I could look at those
legs forever.
She
was quiet for a minute. “You know Josh
we can’t tell anybody about what happened today, baby. I could get into lots of trouble if anyone
found out.” Her voice was a little
hesitant, her eyes a little scared.
Somehow I had to reassure her that all was okay; that I had fun; and
especially that I wanted more. I was
only 11 years old and I probably hadn’t developed anywhere near the point where
I could really satisfy a real woman but I did know that I wanted to play lots
more. I knew I loved her, not only as a
mother, but also physically. I just
couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her
to take me seriously. I tried being as
mature as I could.
“I
… I love you mom, more than anything in the world.” My voice was just above a whisper so that no
one could overhear. “You’re
beautiful. I love you as a mom but I
also love your body, especially your boobs and legs. I’ll never tell anyone, mom.” I looked into her eyes. The apprehensiveness was gone. She beamed at me. She had this big goofy smile.
She
looked around. The mall was getting
busier. “Let’s go home, baby. I … I really want to kiss you but this is not
the place.” We got up and headed for the
exit. I was about four or five inches
shorter than her but I still took her hand, proud that I was the guy with “the
chick” in the short skirt. Instead of
just holding her hand like a little kid, our fingers interlaced, like
lovers. Eat your heart out world, I
thought.
When
we arrived back at the car in the parking lot she looked around. No one was near. She leaned over and kissed me. Again our tongues intertwined. Her hand went to my crotch and she felt for
my little bulge. “Mmmmm,”
she moaned. “You’re so perfect, kiddo.” I got harder as she caressed.
Just
then for some reason I wanted to try and talk dirty to her, to see if I could get
her worked up. But I was scared. What would she think? Would she be mad at me?
“I
… I really like it, mom, when you play with my prick. Man, it feels good.”
She
took her hand away from my lap and smiled.
“Me too, baby.
I like playing with it too. I
especially like doing it when we kiss.
You kiss really good for 11.” I was proud.
“Thanks, mom.”
She smiled again.
“Do
you play with yourself often, Josh?” she asked quietly, smiling inquisitively,
glancing down watching my hand caressing my now hard cock through my shorts.
“You
mean do I jack-off? Sure I do. Man, it feels good.”
She
got inquisitive again. “So, baby, what
do you think about when you jack off?”
I
smiled at her. “Mostly
you, mom. I love thinking about
you. That’s why today was so great. Sometimes I think about Bonnie too.” She smiled and bent over and kissed me again.
“Thanks,
baby. I needed that. And Bonnie, too? That’s cool.
She is pretty, isn’t she? Just
thinking about her gets me worked up too.”
That’s neat, I thought, my mom thinking about another woman. But right now I wanted her all to myself. “Are you okay with me talking about Bonnie,
Josh?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah, sure. I think you
and her are the prettiest women around.
I don’t blame you for liking her.
Actually I’d … I’d like to watch you kiss her; just like you did the
girl in the store. That’d be way cool.”
“Mmmm, yeah,” she whispered quietly. “That’d be fun. You are naughty, baby. Really naughty!” She smiled at me.
“Would
you do me a favor, baby? Would you take
your prick out now and play with it while I drive home? I’d really like that, watching you in the
car. It would be really neat for me,
baby.”
I
looked at her and smiled. “I will if
you’ll pull your skirt up more so I can see more of your legs.” She smiled back at me.
“You’re
naughty, Josh.” She raised her ass off
the seat and pulled the skirt up to her stomach, exposing her beautiful shaved
pussy. “Mmmm,
is this high enough, baby?” she cooed.
She looked around the outside of the car. There were a couple of people walking in the
parking lot, not paying attention to us.
Now I was rock hard again. I
looked at her and smiled. Then I
completely removed my shorts and briefs.
My cock stood at full attention.
She watched my every move. I
moved the seat to a slight recline position but quite prone. I started playing with my cock. I looked at her. She was watching me intensely, licking her
lips.
“I
want to fuck you, mommy,” I told her quietly.
“I want to fuck your cunt.” She
simply nodded; eyes wide. She started
the car and we left the parking lot. It
was the longest ride home I ever had. Every
once in a while her hand would go to her lap and she would run a finger between
her legs. Once in a while she’d put her
hand inside her shirt and squeeze a tit.
I thought we’d never get there.
My prick was rock hard all the way.
I was playing with myself gently.
I was trying desperately not to cum.
It
was simply the best day of my life. When
we pulled in the garage she closed the garage door immediately. I got out, still naked from the waist
down. I watch my cock bob as I entered
the house through the garage door. I
hoped Andi wasn’t home, but in the state I was in I really didn’t care. My mom was right behind me. The house was quiet. She told me to go into her bedroom. I stood there, waiting for her. She came in right away and walked over to
me. She smiled and reached for my little
cock. She kissed me again.
“You’re
not going to last to long, are you baby?” she asked quietly. “Because you’re a little small yet we’re
going to fuck a little differently.
We’re going to do it what’s called ‘doggystyle’. It will be easier for you and it’ll feel
better for me. Mmmmm,
fuck, I can hardly wait.” Her breathing
had increased; her eyes were now a little glazed. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,
Josh. When I used to give you baths I’d
play with your little prick, waiting for the day you’d finally be big enough to
stick it inside me. Today is the day,
baby. I want you. I want you to shoot your cum right up my cunt. I can’t help it.” She went down on her knees and looked at my
cock intently. Again she took it into
her mouth and sucked.
“Mmmm, nice and wet.” She got on her hands and knees, on the bed. “Go behind me, Josh. Look at my ass and cunt, baby.” She still had her shirt on. Her hand went between her legs. Her legs spread. Gently she drew a finger through her ass and
then the folds of her labia. She was
very wet.
“Right
here, Josh,” she cooed, inserting her finger into her love canal. “Right here, baby. Put your cock in there and start pumping
baby. I can hardly wait.”
Her
cunt was nothing less that gorgeous. The
folds of the skin were just a touch darker than the lips of her labia. I was mesmerized by the beautiful organ. Her finger kept running through the
folds. I was as hard as I had ever been
in my life. Even her asshole was
beautiful, I thought. It was puckered. I wanted to kiss it. I wanted to kiss all of her.
She
was starting to moan. “Come on,
Josh. Fuck your mommy, baby. Put that beautiful cock right inside me. Please, baby, I need it. I want it.
Shoot your load up me. I want to
feel your boy cum inside my cunt.
Please, baby, fuck me. Fuck me!”
I
lowered myself to my knees. I aimed my
cock towards the folds of her cunt.
Finally she could stand it no longer.
She gently grabbed my prick and guided it to the proper spot. The tip of my cock met her folds. Her ass came back slightly against me.
“Push,
baby, push,” she almost shouted.
Gradually I entered, inch by inch. I had never experienced such a beautiful
feeling in my life. The muscles of that
beautiful organ grabbed by little prick.
Her finger went to the top of her cunt.
She began rotating her finger.
Her head went back.
“Oh,
god, finally,” she moaned. “He’s finally
all the way inside me. Oh, god,
Josh. Pump baby, pump.” I started pumping. I had never felt so good. I increased speed. It was natural. Now her ass was matching my movements. I was really fucking my mom. I was in ecstasy. Because I was so small, a couple of times I
fell out. She simply grabbed my cock and
re-inserted it. Finally I could feel my
balls start to contract.
“I’m
going to cum, mommy. I can feel it.”
“Oh,
yeah, Josh. Cum for
mommy. Yeah, baby. Shoot it right up my cunt, baby. Oh, god.
Do it, baby.”
Her
voice set me off. I could feel the
climax; the intensity. My cum was shooting into her. My head was back, my eyes closed. I was almost screaming. “Oh, man.
Oh, fuck. I’m shooting into you,
mommy. Aaaaahhhhhh!” I kept shooting and shooting. I was in heaven.
Finally
it was over. I was still inside her but
my cock began to soften. Her ass was
still moving, but without the intensity.
Her head was back, then down.
Then back up again. She was
moaning quietly. I withdrew slowly. My cock exited with a “plop.” Again her hand went back to her cunt. She gently manipulated the folds, open and
closed, trying to keep my discharge inside.
Finally, she rolled over on her back.
Her eyes opened. She looked at me
and smiled.
“I
want to fuck you for ever, baby. That
was soooo awesome.”
She closed her eyes again. I got
up and went to my room, leaving her on the bed in her rapture.
She
was right. It was “awesome.” I wanted to do it again and again and
again. My mom was going to be my
lover. She was going to teach me and I’d
be her willing student.