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   Chapter 1:

   I had always wanted a little girl of her own, that's not how life had
worked out for me though.  I had been blessed with a chubby baby boy just
over two years ago.  He became quite a momma's boy, always super snuggly
and always seemed happiest when I was.  His attachment to me should really
be unsurprising, considering my useless twat of a husband had left 3 weeks
after he had been born.  That had probably been for the best anyway; he
wasn't good for much besides fucking.

   Raising the boy by myself wasn't anywhere near as bad as I had expected.
At least until we got to the potty training stage.  It isn't going that
well, he's never really interested in keeping a diaper on and will pee just
about anywhere he pleases.  Tonight, as we were on the train on the way
home he had another of his little accidents on my lap, not that I am going
to complain about it at all.  I found myself enjoying my little boys pee
flowing through his pants and onto mine.  It begins to run down my leg, and
a look around sheepishly, hoping no one notices.  Thankfully, the train-car
is mostly empty, save for a man across and a few chairs down from us.  He
smirks at me like he knows, then goes back to his phone.  I blush a little,
but thankfully our stop is next.  I get off of the train, smirking a little
when I notice a small puddle in our seat.  As I carry him out of the train
station I realize both of our pants are warm and wet with his pee.  We walk
back to our car, and take the short ride home.

   Of course, the events on the train mean we both need a bath as soon as
we walk in the door.  I put my bag down inside the door, and head straight
for the bathroom with him in my arms.  I set him down on his changing pad
and turn the shower on.  It's been such a long week at work I can't wait to
clean up and go to sleep.  I pull off his shirt first, he managed to get
pee on that too somehow.  After tossing it in the corner, I peel his soaked
pants, and as I toss them to the corner as well I catch a whiff of the pee
soaked garment.  I have a second of "God they smell amazing." It's been way
too long without a man around this house.  I swear some days I think I'm
going off the deep end with how quickly I get turned on.

   I give my head a shake, and pick up my little man again.  We climb in
the shower and I start getting us all cleaned up.  As I begin to wash him,
I like to sing his little bath time rhyme.  This is usually to keep him
distracted from "helping" me when I wash him.  Tonight, it also servers to
clear my mind, at least until I get him to sleep and can relieve myself
properly.  "Wash my toes and wash my nose" he sings as I spread the bubbles
around his tiny body.  My mind keeps racing with thoughts of the train ride
home.

   "Mommy, it tickles when you touch me there" he says with a cute little
giggle.  Oh god, his innocence is just too much at times.  "Mommy, I like
it when you wash me there, it tickles so good" I had not even realized what
was happening, his little cock was growing hard as I was rubbing soap all
over it.  At some point, I wasn't just washing, I started stroking instead.
I wasn't even sure how long it had been happening for.  I had been slowly
working my hand over his toddler cock, stroking around the tip with my
index finger.  The soap provided an excellent lubricant.  I glanced up at
his face, across which an expression of that could only be described as
total bliss.  I stopped rubbing for a second, looking at my son's face.

   He spoke almost the instant I paused.  "Mommy, that tickles in my tummy?
I like it mommy.", he asked.

   "Do you want me to stop honey?  If you don't like it, just tell me." I
say, in my most loving mommy voice.

   "No mommy, that feels nice" he responds eagerly.  I carefully sit down
on the shower bench, with him perched on my lap, and continue to slowly
stroke him, kissing the top of his head, breathing in his perfect wispy
locks of strawberry blonde hair, really the only thing he got from his
father.  I reach around and spread more soap on his back, moving my hand to
his balls, washing him carefully.  Running his hard little cock between my
fingers, it's so soft, it's so silky, it has yet to build the thick skin of
an adult man, it has yet to be touched regularly, it's just so thin and
new. It's unlike any other hard cock I've ever touched before.  I want so
badly to dive right into it, to feel it inside if me.  I want so badly to
take him right here in this shower I have to stop.  I have to put him to
bed.  I take a deep breath, I can feel the edge of an orgasm building
inside me.  My body is tingling, and I can feel the pressure mounting deep
within

   "Breathe" I whisper to myself, "just breathe".

   "Mommy, why did you stop?  It felt real good mommy.  Can I try mommy? 
Like this?" He says and he starts to try stroking himself the way I was
moments earlier.  I nod my head and smile his way.  "Yes baby, you're doing
so good." He smiles, as I finish washing up his back, focusing on watching
him learn to pleasure himself, I realize I'm carefully washing his rear
end, again, my mind, and hands, start to wander a bit.

   I seemed to lose track of time before I know it, he's laying on my lap
and I'm carefully sliding my index finger into his tight little hole, it
tightly clenches down around the tip of my finger, he's just so new, never
before been penetrated, just so... virgin.  He didn't say anything but let
out the smallest of sounds, what could only be a tiny moan escaping his
perfect little lips.

   "It's okay baby, mommy is here" I whisper softly to him.  He rolled over
on my lap and reached up for for my breast.  No wondering why, as our
shower was taking much longer than usual.  He latches on and I feel such a
strong let down, I feel my chest tingle, sending jolts of pleasure through
my core as he suckles on my breast.  I arch my back, withholding my own
mommy juices from spilling out.

   I start to fondle his asshole faster than before, milk drips down my
other breast onto his body and mine, it's warm and slippery.  His chubby
little fingers are covered in it as he seems to be using it as lube while
stroking his tiny little cock.

   Faster he strokes, it's almost as if he knows exactly what's coming
next, I dive a second finger into his tight little hole.  Almost instantly
his body arches, and his face scrunches up has he experiences his very
first orgasm.  His first orgasm, brought on by his mommy's loving hands. 
His little baby cock twitches, as though he's trying to cum.  His body
relaxes, melting into my lap, lightly suckling on my breast still.  As he
begins to relax, he releases the second stream of pee onto his mommy
tonight.  It lands lightly on my chest and stomach, and runs down to my
crotch.  I can no longer contain myself, and I let my stream flow freely as
well.  I moved my fingers down to my own crotch and spread my lips,
allowing the stream to flow up and onto my sons legs.  I started rubbing my
fingers on my clit, slippery with my juices, as well as the pee of both
myself and my son.  It wasn't long before I was able to bring myself to an
orgasm of my own.

   I sprayed us both down with the shower head, getting us both actually
clean after spending such a long time in the shower.  I turn the shower
off, and carry him out of the bathroom.  He is exhausted and falling asleep
in my arms.  I carry him to bed, get him dried off lay him down gently in
my bed.  I slide in behind him, watching my little man sleep peacefully and
satisfied.