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 Title: Hooked From An Early Age

   Story Codes: (Fb7, ped, cons) By: Lucidity

   Note: This story is a work of fiction, but I'd be lying if I said some
events from my childhood did not influence it.  For the sake of the story,
I'll be taking the perspective of my friend's mother.

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   Copyright 2016 Lucidity.  All rights reserved.

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   "Finally," I thought to myself.  "Time to enjoy my mere 20 minutes of
relaxation before it's time for bed."

   Life was hectic.  See, I'm a single mom of 4 children, and let me tell
you, it isn't easy.  Something always needs to be done.  Someone always
needs to be taken care of.  And I understand that, but it takes it's toll.
Especially on a late-20's woman like myself.  Fortunately, tomorrow I'd get
a small break.

   A friend of my oldest son, Joey, was staying over tonight.  He was going
to help babysit the kids tomorrow while I went out shopping - including my
newborn baby girl.  Of course, this meant I had to prepare tonight, because
she'd have to be fed tomorrow while I'm gone, and I'm taking my breasts
with me.  ;) Jokes aside, I need to pump some milk into bottles for him. 
No big deal.

   "Ah, where did I put it" I asked myself softly.  "There it is."

   I have this neat little machine that hooks right up to my nipples and
pumps the milk on its own.  Usually I'll just read a book, or play a game
on my phone while it does its thing.  Convenient right?

   As I took off my shirt and hooked up to the machine, my tiredness and
fatigue began to set in further.  My mind began wandering as it always does
before bed, and I fell into a deep state of relaxation.  And let me tell
you, getting your breasts squeezed feels nice - even if it is just from a
machine.

   A few minutes later I heard the back door to our house open.  "It's
probably just Devin or his friend Joey going to use the bathroom," I
thought to myself.  They were both camping outside in the backyard.  It was
summer after all, and what 7 year old kids would want to keep themselves in
all the time?  Sure enough, I heard the toilet flush just a moment later -
but I didn't hear the back door close.  Strange.

   Overwhelmed with the intrusive thoughts that tend to come before bed, I
let my mind drift off and wander again, closing my eyes and enjoying the
sensation of having my breasts pumped.  For better or for worse, my mind
started wandering to places it perhaps shouldn't be - I was starting to get
turned on.  Arousal is common while breastfeeding, and pumping milk is no
exception.  Lovely, right?  I can't help it.

   Moments later I was interrupted by the sound of something falling.

   "What the heck is that?" I said, startled, as I began turning my head
towards the direction of the noise.  That's when I saw little Joey peeking
his eyes out around the corner, a worried look in both of them.  Still
startled, I gasped and covered myself up with a nearby blanket.  Joey
disappeared back around the corner and I started to hear little whimpers.

   "Oh no," I thought to myself.  "Joey," I called calmly.  "Come here."

   You could plainly see how scared, embarrassed, and shameful he was for
peeking.  I felt so sorry for him.  Poor little guy was probably just
curious and now he thinks that I'm mad at him.

   "Ms.  Porter...  I -" He began to cry.

   "Come here Joey," I motioned, as I opened one my arms up while holding
the blanket around me with the other.  He slumped his head down and rested
his body against me.  I wrapped my arms around him, then lifted his chin up
until his tearful eyes met mine.

   "You don't have to feel bad.  I'm not mad at you.  Don't cry Joey.  I'm
not upset, so you shouldn't be upset either, okay?"

   Joey didn't look so sure.  He was a timid kid, one that liked to play by
the rules and never got into any trouble.

   "Ms.  Porter, I'm sorry!" he told me, still sobbing.  "I just, I heard a
strange noise I never heard before and I didn't know what it was.  I
thought you were asleep.  But then..."

   "Shh..." I calmed and reassured him, as I began rubbing his back up and
down.  "I understand."

   Truth be told, I was even more aroused realizing what had just happened
- knowing that a sweet little boy like Joey couldn't help but peek at my
breasts.

   "Do you want to know a secret?" Joey nodded.  "I used to do the same
exact thing with my dad when I was your age.  I would peek at him in the
bathroom, or look up his shorts when he was sleeping.  And that doesn't
make you a bad person.  We all have our little secrets, alright?  And if
nobody is hurt, there's nothing wrong with them."

   Joey started to look a little bit more calm now.  Surely if a nice woman
like myself did the same, his little act of voyeurism couldn't be too bad.

   God, this kid was so cute.  I really couldn't help myself, and started
sliding my hand down a little bit further each time I rubbed his back until
eventually it met the top of his butt.

   "So what'd you think of them Joey?  It's not every day you get the
chance to see a woman's breasts."

   "I...  Umm...  I don't know.  I only saw the side.  But Ms.  Porter, you
are very pretty.  And you are very nice.  Thank you for not getting mad at
me."

   "Silly boy, you're such a sweetheart.  Here, how about you take a better
look.  You've already seen them anyway."

   Before he could say anything, I lowered the blanket down to just
underneath each of my large, milky breasts.  The look on his face was
absolutely priceless, and was almost enough to make me cum right then and
there.  Pure awe.

   "Ms.  Porter..." he began.

   "Well, do you like them?" I asked jokingly.  Without looking up, he
nodded.

   "Look, they're soft and squishy." I grabbed his hand and softly placed
it on my left boob.  "See?  Fun to touch too!  How do they feel Joey?"

   "Really goooooooddd..." he cooed.

   I moved his hand away and bent over slightly so I'd be closer to his
level.  Deciding I wanted to tease him a bit, I shook my boobs in front of
his face, lightly brushing against him.  "And how do you feel?"

   "Really weird, kinda funny.  But it's good, I like it." Looking down, I
noticed a small tent in his shorts, just as expected.  When I was his age,
I was constantly wet - it just wasn't as obvious.  I brushed one of my
hands down his chest and eyed the little dick in his shorts.

   "Hmm, those shorts look a little bit tight don't they?  I can't imagine
they're very comfortable."

   "No," Joey responded.  "You're right.  These aren't my adjustable ones,
they're at home."

   "Oh," I said sarcastically.  "Well, that's fine.  I guess you'll just
have to take them off then, we don't want you being uncomfortable.

   "Umm...  really?  Are you sure that's okay?"

   "Of course," I smiled.

   "Okay." Shyly, he pulled them down and stepped out.  God, I was so wet
seeing his white and blue little boy underwear come into view.  I knew I
wouldn't be able to help myself, it was too much.

   Joey looked puzzled as I kneeled down, putting my eyes at the same level
as his penis.  "Hmm," I spoke.  I ran my index finger up the underside of
it, gently feeling it push against his underwear.  "It looks like there's
still a bit of discomfort there, we should fix that.  Is that okay?"

   Joey giggled.  "Okay Ms.  Porter." Using two fingers from each hand, I
slowly pulled his underwear down, inhaling deeply as his cocklet revealed
itself to me.

   "It's all hard," Joey observed as he put both of his hands on it.  He
was smiling now, clearly more relaxed and excited.

   "It sure is!  It's very beautiful too!" I knew he could tell how
interested I was in it, as I rubbed my hand down his back all the way down
to his thighs, cupping his butt as I graced over it.

   "It still feels funny." Joey confessed.

   "Hmm, I think I know why," I told him slyly.  "Joey, have you ever heard
of masturbation?"

   "No Ms.  Porter.  What's that?"

   "It's where you touch it and play with it and it feels really good. 
When you're done, it won't be hard anymore."

   "How?" Joey looked intensely curious.

   "Let me show you," I told him as I put a finger and thumb on his little
2 and a half inch cock.  Slowly and gently, I started jerking him back and
forth, looking up at his face to monitor his reaction.  "How does it feel?"

   "Weird.  But I like it.  Can I try?"

   "Of course," I said.  I gave his tummy a little kiss which caused him to
giggle, and then inched backwards to give him some room.

   "Wow, that feels really good.  You were right!" He was starting to go a
little bit faster now, already getting the hang of how to pleasure himself.


   I just looked at him and smiled.  By this point, my panties were soaked.
How I ached to touch myself, but I knew the intensity of my own orgasm
would've likely scared him.  This was too wonderful, and I couldn't risk
losing it.

   "Just wait," I reassured him.  "Before long, it'll feel even better. 
Probably better than you could ever imagine.  Here," I said as I reached
for his free left hand, and placed it gently on my breast.  "You said you
liked them, you can touch them some more if you want."

   "Okay," he smiled.  "But even better, what do you mean?" Joey looked
curious.

   "Actually, you know what?  Is it okay if I show you something?  I know
you'll like it."

   "Yes, I trust you very much."

   "Thank you Joey," I told him.  "That means a lot.  Here, put both of
your hands on my breasts for a moment." He obliged.  "Now I'm going to put
your pee pee in my mouth and I'm going to suck on it for a little while,
and it's going to feel really good okay?  I know you'll love it a lot."

   He didn't seem so sure.  "Really?  That's where I pee from.  You don't
have to do that."

   "No sweetie," I reassured him.  "If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't
have offered."

   "Okay then."

   I looked up at him, then eyed down to his cock and gently put my mouth
over it.  God, it felt so good in my mouth, so tiny, firm, and perfect. 
Slowly I began sucking on it, then moving my mouth up and down his little
shaft as best as I could.

   A huge smile overtook Joey's face as he lifted his head up into the air,
eyes almost rolling back into his head.  That look said it all.  He was in
heaven, a place not many little 7-year-old boys get to visit.  I'm sure we
both wished we could stay here forever.

   "This feels soooooo good, soooooo gooood," he repeated.  His face froze
up as I began to increase my pace, grabbing and rubbing his butt while I
did so.

   "Ms.  Porter..."

   "Shh," I calmly interrupted.  "Wait, let me carry you into my bed, it
will be more comfortable for us." Before he could say anything, I scooped
up his half naked body and carried it to my room, leaving his shorts and
underwear right there on the ground.  I gently set him on the bed, and
within seconds, my mouth was back on his cock again.  Only this time, I
couldn't help myself.  I grabbed a pillow and placed it underneath me,
rubbing myself against it as I continued sucking.

   Before long his breathing started getting shallower and I started to
hear little whimpers escape his lips.  I could tell he was getting close.

   "Ms.  Porter, it feels too good.  I'm starting to feel really warm and
weird, I'm getting really scared.  Maybe you should stop." For a moment, I
did.

   "No sweetie," I calmed him down.  "It's supposed to feel that way.  It
means something amazing is about to happen.  Every boy feels that way right
before, it won't hurt you, and you have nothing to be scared of, okay?"

   "If you say so..." He trusted me.  He knew I wouldn't ever do anything
to hurt him.  He was such a good kid.

   I smiled back at him and took his little boy dick back in my mouth,
continuing where I left off.  It wasn't long before he was shaking and
squirming, the pleasure becoming overbearing for him.

   It was so hot, I couldn't resist anymore.  I cupped my hands underneath
his butt and began lifting him in and out of my mouth as fast as I could,
taking his little penis in my mouth as far as he'd go.  He let out a gasp,
then a groan as his first orgasm overtook him.

   Feeling his little hips buck in my hand as I held his butt up was too
much for me.  With his little cock twitching against the roof of my mouth,
I was overswept by my own orgasm, the most powerful one I've ever had. 
Bucking and shaking on his pillow only served to amplify his own as our
bodies shook with feelings of pleasure and bliss.

   Within a few moments, we were both drained, the aftershock of our
orgasms still causing us to twitch every few seconds.  I withdrew his cock
from my mouth, gave it a little kiss, then laid down next to him.

   "Was it is as good as I told you it would be?" I asked him.  He just
smiled and nodded.  His tiredness was already starting to set in.

   "Well," I joked.  "I'm glad you liked it.  It was fun for me too."

   "Ms.  Porter?"

   "Yes Joey?"

   "I think I love you.  Is that okay?"

   "Aww, of course little one.  You're so precious.  I love you too, and
you're welcome to stay here any night you like, okay?"

   "Okay," he said softly as he closed his eyes.

   "I'd better take you back outside," I told him.  "We don't want Devin
waking up and wondering where you went.  Let's not tell anybody about this,
okay?  They won't understand."

   "Okay," he said again.

   As I carried him out and helped him put his clothes back on, I couldn't
help but think over this amazing turn of events that led to such a
wonderful night.

   Joey practically lived here afterwards, and we had many more experiences
together as time went on.

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