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Mommy's Little Passions At around four-fifteen, Jeanette sauntered nervously in the welfare office, and told the receptionist at the desk about her four-thirty appointment before helping herself to a seat at the waiting lounge. Her beautiful baby boy was sound asleep in over her shoulder, pacifier in mouth. His hand was innocently locked against the nipple area of his young mother�s breast as she carried him over her shoulder. She was wearing a snug-fit black shirt that called quite a lot of male attention to the erotic curves of her abundant bosom, with the short sleeves almost digging into her armpits. The shirt was so thin that it made every outline of the white bra she wore under it completely visible underneath. The long, seven-inch, dark line of her cleavage could even be seen under the shirt � she might as well not be wearing a shirt at all! The shirt was old and featured food stains here and there, and its hem would always rise to reveal the crack of her bottom, and the upper back of her panties. When the receptionist called her to sign a paper indicating her presence, she rose from the chair with the baby over her shoulder, and went to sign the paper. Afterwards, a man approached her with a friendly grin, she stood innocently in the middle of the room, looking at him. He was a slender, tall, White guy of about fourty, with long blond hair that came down to the back of his shoulders, bald at the crown. He had a full, unkept beard and moustache, sea-blue eyes and a scraggy long face. He was attired in a raggedy old blue shirt with his name embriodered in cursive on the left side of his chest with a likewise pair of jeans. When he approached her, he was fascinated to see her baby grabbing her huge breast with his tiny hand. The two greeted and he spoke to her a little, until Mrs. McCoy called her to her office. Jeanette carried her son in her arm as she followed Mrs. McCoy back into her office. Mrs. McCoy�s office was a small cubicle with gray walls, and her desk was blanketed with paperwork and a large DELL-brand desktop computer in the corner. Mrs. McCoy was White with short gray hair, earrings, and an expensive- looking necklace with a beige sweater. Mrs. McCoy sat at her desk, and began working at her computer as Jeanette sat in front of her at one of the purple hard chairs. �Are you currently employed, Miss Darby?� asked the woman, turning away from her computer and already certain of the answer she would recieve. �No, Mrs. McCoy, I do not have a job right now,� said Jeanette, as clearly as she could. �Can I have the name of the child�s father, please?� was her next kind demand. �Caulton Darby,� Jeanette replied. She keyed it in and looked at the result on the computer screen with a look of confusion. �Isn�t this the name of your father?� she asked to verify, pointing at the screen. �The father of this child is my father,� revealed Jeanette, feeling as though she were taking quite a risk telling her this. �Oh?� said Mrs. McCoy with a raised brow of concern. �My father was messin� wit me,� she added. �He raped me and I ended up havin� this baby.� �I am so sorry to hear that, sweetheart,� said Mrs. McCoy with a darkened face. �Do you have your high school diploma? What�s the highest education level you�ve reached?� �Middle school...� answered Jeanette with her head down, fumbling with her fingers. �Why only middle school?� asked the concerned social worker. �I did get to go to high school but I failed, so I was forced to drop out in the eleventh grade.� �Oh, I see. Well, I think you should go to night school so you can catch up on your education.� �How would I do that?� �I will find some programs for you and let you know what I find. It is ashame that you failed in school but it�s not too late to get that high school diploma since most jobs require you to have one and the ones that don�t are the ones that don�t really pay that much. Speaking of jobs, do you have a job right now?� �No, ma�am,� Jeanette replied. �I put several applications in for several different locations but don�t none of �em ever git back to me. I would call back to see if they even got my applications and they say they ain�t never git �em or they already got somebody for the position I�m tryna apply for.� �Yeah, because when you fill out an application, most of them will ask you about your highest achieved level of education and you have to put middle school, which I�m sure you did.� �I did.� �And that�s why no one�s willing to hire you or calling you back. So your social security income will remain the same, we just have to find you a job.� �Does your son have any disabilities that you think we need to be aware of?� asked Mrs. McCoy. �My son think he a girl,� Jeanette blurtted out, with sadness in her eyes. �I think I confused him.� �Aww, what makes you think that?� croaked Mrs. McCoy in a soft voice. �Parker, at only two-years-old, told me he wanted to wear a dress� � she wiped the tears from her eyes � �I didn�t take it as seriously as I should�ve... and then... I put a girl diaper on him,� Jeanette sobbed. �Now he think he a girl, and he not.� �Jeanette, honey, that�s not your fault, at all,� Mrs. McCoy comforted her, handing her a box of tissues. Jeanette took some from it. �That�s not even his fault. He was born that way!� She wiped her eyes with the tissue, and Jeanette�s eyes were all puffy and red from crying. The two women were engaged in a long heartfelt conversation about her son. Mrs. McCoy was so supporting, willing to help. Most of all, she was happy to help. The two hugged each other, and Mrs. McCoy went on about how such a beautiful baby Parker was. She offered her some candy from her jar but Jeanette declined. On her way out, she and Mr. Jim spotted each other again. �I�ll be at your apartment tonight,� said Mr. Jim, with a sly grin. �Alright!� she agreed, before walking hastly out of the building to avoid a long conversation with him. As Bertha drove them home, Jeanette agreed with Mrs. McCoy. She needed to go back to school to increase her education. Most of all, what Jeanette needed was a job, even if it was just flipping burgers at a fast food joint making only minimum wage, for at least it would be some extra money to keep a roof over their head and food in her baby�s belly. But there was just one problem... and it was that most fast food places require that their employees have, at least, a high school diploma, which she lacked. After Aunt Bertha drove her and Parker home the following night, Jeanette removed her dirty clothes and took a bath, without her son. Jeanette layed relaxed in a bathtub filled with warm near-soapless water with her long brown mammaries floating above her warm bath water with her soft creamy black nipples up toward the ceiling. Her eyes were closed and her titties were so big that as they float over her chest their aureoles could not fit under the water. She closed her eyes and had not a care in the world as she layed peacefully in the deliciously-steaming water. Jeanette�s breasts were adorned with Coke-can-sized aureoles that were the color of freshly-laid tar with likewise textures, shaped slightly into vertical ovals. The edges of her aureoles were a thing a true God-given beauty � gorgeous fading edges with a beautiful myriad of smaller aureole-like spots beautifully bordering each of them. Both of her gorgeous black aureoles were punctuated with a thimble-shaped, pea-sized nipple with a tiny hole dented in each center. Jeanette spread her legs, resting each foot over the sides of the tub, and peed in her bath water, and the yellow fluid flowing from her pussy settled with the warm water, quickly dissolving. The bronze knob of the door creaked as it turned. Jeanette�s eyes snapped open and she glanced over at it nervously. Then she leaned in with a modest arm covering across her breasts. The door opened and Bertha came right in. Jeanette, relieved, put down her arm. Bertha took off her clothes and got in the tub with her, and the bath water nearly met the edge of the tub with both women in it. �Why Parker ain�t in the tub wit�chu?� asked Bertha. �He wasn�t the one wearin� dirty-ass clothes,� said Jeanette bluntly. �I was!� Parker was in the living room, engrossed in an episode of Blues Clues while his mom and aunt messed around in the tub a little. Not long after she and her sister got out of the bathtube and put their robes on, there was a firm knock at the door. Before she answered the door, Jeanette made sure the robe was tight between her legs to keep from exposing herself to whomever was coming to visit her. Then, she answered the door, opening it to Mr. Jim from the welfare office. He appeared to have been wearing the same jeans from earlier but wearing a different shirt � a navy-blue one with Budweiser printed across his chest. It was old and filled with stains, rips, and wrinkles. �Oh,� said Jeanette. �Hi.� �Hello,� said Mr. Jim with a flirtatious grin. �You look nice tonight.� �Oh, thanks!� Jeanette cooed, nervously because she didn�t have any clothes on except the robe. The two were engaged in a bit of a conversation while, back inside the apartment, Bertha was giving Parker a bath. Aunt Bertha took her panties down and sat on the toilet to pee. Parker was only four, so a bit of nudity in his precense was no big deal. Parker stared at her as she was seated on the toilet, and Bertha stared back at him with nervous eyes. �Aunt Bertha, can I see your pee-pee?� She giggled a little. �I guess.� Then with her panties still at her knees, she stood and flushed. Parker stared intently at his Aunt Bertha�s bush. She pulled her panties back up after she was uncomfortable from him staring at it so much. She then gave Parker his bath. Back outside the apartment, Mr. Jim laid his hands provocatively on her love handles, feeling the soft thick fabric of her robe. Jeanette was a little uncomfortable but did not protest. �C�mon, Jeanette,� said Mr. Jim. �You show me the girls and I give you a surprize.� �Okay, can you let go of me first?� she asked. That was enough to get Jim to step back from her a little. Jeanette reluctantly opened her robe, and showed Mr. Jim her breasts. �Oh, my,� said Mr. Jim as he reached over to touch one. �Those babies are gorgeous.� Jeanette giggled, to the discomfort of this older White guy touching her as she pulled away and closed her robe. Before he left, they two of them said the long goodnights, and then he pulled something from his pocket and went into her robe, stuffing a small piece of paper inside so that her breast held it under the tightness of the robe. When Mr. Jim left, she went back into the apartment and closed and locked the door. Jeanette took out the paper from her robe and looked at it intently, a grin curving her short lips. It was a one-hundred-dollar bill. She saved the money and got her son out of the bathtub and into the bedroom and told him to go get dressed. He only put on a white shirt. It was his swollen stomach that got her attention. �I wonder if y� stummik ever gon� git flat,� said Jeanette as she pressed her chubby knuckles against the swell of his hard tummy. Jeanette lifted up his shirt to his big belly and tilted her head down, and saw his bare penis instead of underwear. She put his shirt down and told him to go put some underwear on and to come back. Parker went to the drawer to get a pair of underwear, a pair of his mother�s underwear. �No, Parker!� Jeanette protested, before going over to get him a pair of boys� underwear small enough to fit him. She stuffed her pair back into the drawer and closed it, and put his underwear on his body. She then ushered her son by the hand back to the area where they were. She pulled down his white underwear to his ankles and looked at his penis. Parker tensed up a little as he was filled with a flush of embarrassment. His face even blushed but he had no choice but to let his mother examine him like this, with a lot of interest. She lifted his penis to his swollen round belly and felt his testicles with both her thumbs, letting his swelling penis fall to her fondling hands. Parker sighed with lust and his mother�s nipples were hard with desire as she felt the two little balls through the bag of his scrotum. �You know why y� penis gittin� hard?� asked Jeanette, her voice almost in a whisper. �I don�t know, Mommy,� he simply replied. �Your penis is erecting �cause I�m touchin� it, and your body is giving off a natural reaction.� But Parker was too young to understand at his age as he looked down at his belly. �You like when I touch down here?� asked Jeanette, as she fondled her son�s penis with her hand over his underwear. �Yeah,� said Parker in a lustful sigh. �Can I see your pee-pee, too?� Jeanette laid down on the bed. She pulled down the waistband and let her son look down her panties. He stared with great interest. �Mommy, why�s there so much hair on your pee-pee?� asked Parker, simply curious. And to that question, Jeanette chuckled with sheepish shame as she let go of her panties, wishing she had a simple clear-cut answer to a question expected from a boy his age. Waving her hands over the panty-covered mound below her swollen tummy, she finally answered, �I got so much hair down here �cause I�m older than you and my body is fully developed.� �Am I gonna have hair on my pee-pee, too?� �Yep,� said Jeanette. �When you turn like, ten or eleven, you might start growin� hair down �nare. You too young now.� �I wanna have hair on my pee-pee!� Parker pouted. �Like yours!� �You gonna have to wait sweetie.� �Mommy, can you check?� �Check for hair? Okay.� Jeanette pulled on the waistband of her son�s underwear and inspected the base of his penis that was nothing but brown skin. Not a spec of hair. She knew it. �See,� she said. �No hair.� After the brief check, the two, and Aunt Bertha went to bed, turned out the light and retired for the evening. Back to Chapter One? Loved it? Hated it? Thoughts? Comments? Suggestions? Your feedback is welcomed. Enter your comments here: |