Summary: F/b Pedo. Cons. Only Mastur. A young boy is masturbated by his best friend's mom while camping. Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets. Light pedo. Very slow but beautiful story. If you only want to whack, start at second half of 04. Title: Best Friends 01 Author: Pedro Feelya My best friend in the world was Teddy Stemens. In many ways he was my total opposite. Sometimes opposites make the best friends. I was big for my age, one of the biggest in my class. Teddy, on the other hand, was almost a year younger than me and pretty small. But I liked him and protected him from anyone who picked on him. Teddy was a lot more popular than me and he kind of protected me too. Snotty kids would tease me and be nasty, and Teddy could get them to leave me alone. I was tough and independent, and Teddy always had to be around somebody. I'm not really a fighter. I was really kind of dorky. I didn't like sports and I couldn't throw a ball very well. I could just stand there, and when one of the smaller guys ran into me, they would bounce off, and everybody would act like I beat him up. I just wanted to be left alone. I was eleven years old and I felt I could pretty much do everything an adult could do. Nobody needed to take care of me. I liked to read books and I liked to learn about everything. Teddy was always asking me to explain things. I had a big noisy family and Teddy lived alone with his mom. My family was poor and Teddy always had cool stuff. Teddy didn't have a dad. I guess his father was some really rich doctor but Teddy didn't know anything else about him. He didn't ever get presents or cards. His mom did get a lot of money from his father every month. His father was really old too; much older than his mom. Mrs. Stemens was the most beautiful woman in the world. She looked like a movie star. When she entered a room, all the men would stare, and the women would glare. Of course the men tried to pretend they weren't looking. Suddenly they would get busy doing nothing, looking around often, or would lower their voices and talk more. They thought I was just a kid and they didn't even notice me, but I heard everything. The women called her a bimbo. The men called her a playmate. The women called her a dumb blond. The men all agreed; she was "Hot". Not just hot, but "HHHot" She had big boobs that stuck way out. Some people said they were fake, but they looked real to me, and I wondered what the difference was. Mrs. Stemens was like a secretary in a doctor's office. I didn't think that would pay very much, but she had a whole lot of money. She was kinda old too, like thirty or something. She had light wavy long blond hair and she smiled at everyone. All the guys liked to talk to her. She was ditsy and giggled a lot. She was always laughing about how she forgot something or didn't understand anything. None of the men ever got mad or impatient with her. I liked to talk to her also, but not just because she was beautiful. When she spoke to me she didn't talk down to me. Also, she was small. She was just a little taller than me, but she was smaller than most women, which I kinda liked. When we were alone, Teddy and I talked about everything. There were no secrets. He told me how his mom often walked around the house in a lacy bra and panties, and sometimes wore nightgowns he could almost see through. He had never really seen anything, but he kinda wanted to. My sisters and mom had never done anything sexy. Teddy missed having a dad. Sometimes he wished his mom would get a really cool boyfriend. But sometimes he wanted her all to himself. She didn't date very often, and she was always home in time to tuck him in. Teddy and I could never figure out why she never got serious with someone or they never got serious with her. Well, Teddy's eleventh birthday was coming up. Instead of some expensive game system, he wanted to go camping in the mountains for his birthday. My family was poor, so we never had any cool vacations. But every summer we spent a lot of weekends in the mountains to get away from the heat. It was no big deal to me, but Teddy hadn't been there very much. When he asked me if I wanted to go, I didn't even check with my parents. I knew it would be cool with them. The last place I could get in trouble was in the woods. They didn't even blink when I told them it was for a week. It only took a couple hours to pack my favorite old backpack. I borrowed my dad's best camping stuff. When Mrs. Stemens and Teddy came to pick me up, it was a Friday afternoon, and we were all excited. I would get to spend a whole week with my best friend, and away from my family. It took three hours to get deep into the mountains. Mrs. Stevens had chosen a semi-civilized state park with all the campsites close together and each one had a kind of concrete and cast iron fire stove. I knew this campground. I had stayed here back when my parents owned a camping trailer. Now we never used it. We camped in places you had to hike to and didn't have to pay. I was kind of disappointed. They even had a ranger booth at the entrance where she had a reservation and paid for the whole week. There were outhouse toilets, which was nice, but drinking water was a creek running through the middle of the campground. The lake was a ten minute walk up a steep hill, which sucked. We pulled in and unloaded. I grabbed my backpack, and then I noticed that under some blankets, Teddy and Mrs. Stemens had brought suitcases. This was going to be weird. I chose a nice spot at the back of the campsite to sleep. We had a lot of fun figuring out Mrs. Stemens' brand new tent. It was supposed to be easy, but it took a lot of tries to get it right. Teddy's tent was the same, but smaller. They thought I was nuts when I pulled out the tarp that I slept on. Why be in the mountains if you are not going to sleep under the stars? I had learned that if it rained, I could just pull half of the tarp over me, and facing down slope, I would be fine. Of course the entire campground had been stripped of anything that could be used to build a fire. I couldn't see any dead wood anywhere. We had gotten a late start, so it was going to be dark soon. Teddy wanted to see the creek and I wanted to go see the lake, but we had to eat something first. I got out my regular backpacking food; trail mix, M&M's, and granola bars. Mrs. Stemens had potato chips, and crackers with cheese and summer sausage. We ate at the picnic table there. I liked this kind of food, and of course everybody shared. Mrs. Stemens wanted to stay in camp and keep an eye on things, so Teddy and I started up the creek. It was really bigger than a creek, but smaller than a river. Way too big to jump across and too deep to wade across. The water was ice cold because it came from the bottom of the lake, underneath a dam. I kept an eye out for dry firewood but didn't see much. I think it's always beautiful in the mountains. The lake was owned by the power company, but everybody could use it. Rocks and dam were on one side, and pine trees down to the water on the other. We found lots of snakes. They had round heads so I knew they weren't rattlers. We had to be careful when we caught one so that we didn't get bit. They might draw blood and give an infection. I had been raised to know just about everything in this forest. We had a blast. Maybe a little too much fun because I didn't realize how late it was until the sun burned orange on the horizon. It was my first mistake. We had wandered a long way from camp. It would probably be dark when we got back and Mrs. Stemens would probably be pissed. We hurried as fast as we could, running most of the way. Somehow, I made my second mistake. We were on the wrong side of the creek. I thought I remembered a bridge, but it was at the far end of the campground. The trail hugged the creek and I spotted a small fresh tree that had fallen across the creek and was just above the water. The longer we took, the more pissed Mrs. Stemens would be. I made my third mistake. It looked like it would hold. I started across the slender trunk and didn't have a problem. Then I hit a slippery spot. I didn't just go down; I went in and over my head. I couldn't see anything and it was so cold I couldn't think. I came up gulping air, unable to yell. A rock scraped my side and I threw out my arms. I caught the next rock and pulled myself out. I lay there gasping for air. I then rolled on my side and puked. Teddy was calling to me and I realized I was on the other side of the creek. I knew I was in serious trouble. I said loud enough for him to hear, "We have got to get back to camp right now. Let's keep going." I stood and almost fell down again. We ran along the creek until we found the footbridge. Teddy crossed it and we headed for camp. Just before we reached camp I started to shake. As soon as we got to camp Mrs. Stemens was already loudly telling us how irresponsible we were. Then she realized in the near darkness that I was soaked and shaking violently. I knew I was in shock, but was too embarrassed to tell her. She worked for a doctor and she knew anyway. She took my pulse and I could feel it beating like Metallica. "Oh my god, we've got to get you warm. Let's go find a ranger." "No. They leave before sunset. Besides, I'll be okay." She started stripping off my wet clothes right there and I didn't stop her. "We have got to get you warm. Maybe we can use someone's campfire." "No way!" I said a little too loudly. "I'll be fine. Just let me go to bed." I wasn't about to go begging someone else's fire because of my stupidity. By now she had most of my soaked clothes off. My muscles were too exhausted to help much. When she yanked my underwear down and off of me I hardly noticed or cared. I had never been naked in front of a woman, but right then, I only wanted to go to sleep. "Okay," she agreed slowly, "But I have got to take care of you." She looked at her son. "Teddy", she said very seriously, "you go to bed too." He was still in trouble so he walked straight to his tent. Mrs. Stemens led me to her tent and opened the flap. She crawled in and flipped open her large, plush, sleeping bag. "Get in." My brain must have been very numb as I crawled in. She changed into something I couldn't see and crawled in over me, then pulled the top of the bag over us. Where her skin touched me it felt burning hot like fire. She gasped loudly as she gingerly snuggled in around me. I wasn't really asleep, but I wasn't really awake. She was wearing a soft, thin cloth, and her legs were bare. I could feel her soft breasts pushed up against me and her nipples were hard as rocks. I guess I was just too out of it to care. After awhile, I stopped shaking and my heart stopped pounding. I think I must have dozed for awhile. I came wide awake in the darkness. I knew where I was and who it was snuggled up behind me. I was in bed with Mrs. Stemens! Our bare legs were intertwined. Her hips and flat tummy were pressed up tightly to my butt. Her face was snuggled down against my neck. We shared her pillow and some of her hair was across my face and in my mouth. I could feel her hot breath down the back of my neck. I could feel her soft breasts pushed firmly against my back. I was lying completely naked, pressed tightly up against a gorgeous naked woman, with only a thin piece of cloth between us. Hundreds of times I had felt a warmth in my stomach and my heart speed up when I saw a sexy ad, or a magazine I wasn't supposed to see. Now the heat at the bottom of my stomach exploded. This was better than any fantasy. My wiener grew hard into a stiffy. The feeling of Mrs. Stemens behind me was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt. But, the stiffness of my wiener, and the muscles in my hips locking up, really hurt. I tried not to move. I was really afraid that if she woke up, she would kick me out of her bed. I would suffer anything to stay there. I had never dreamed of anything this wonderful. I couldn't sleep. My mind was trying to record every feeling and sensation of her body against mine. I tried to stay completely motionless, but I couldn't. First she lightly squeezed me. Then she squeezed me tighter, trying to hold me still. I tried to be as motionless as possible, but it was hard to do since I was so wide awake. I think she dozed for a few minutes, but then she started moving again. "Oh God." She grumbled half-asleep under her breath. "Here." Her arm reached across my side and her hand landed right on my naked wiener. She knew I had a hard one! Her hand lightly held it and began to slide up and down the length. At the end, her palm would lightly slide over the top then back and she would grip it again as she pulled back. I had rubbed my stiffies with my hand before. I had even leaked some stuff out of the end. This was not like that. Now, my whole body stiffened and my hips bucked. She never lost her grip as she stroked. Before, I could even understand it, my balls pumped and her hand became very warm. When my balls stopped pumping, she pulled her hand away and the cool air told me that the end of my wiener was wet. Mrs. Stemens wiped her hand against her nightgown. She mumbled very sleepily, "There. Now go to sleep." It didn't seem like she was talking to me like she normally would. My voice broke and I half sobbed a very quiet, "Thank you." Mrs. Stemens body froze up. I think she was awake now. After a minute or two she relaxed. She hugged me lightly and somehow seemed to wrap her entire body around me. She had helped save my life, and then gave me the best gift I had ever received. I still had a hard one, but it didn't hurt anymore, and the fantastic pleasure had relaxed me totally. I slept. If you liked this, more of my stories are at: /files/Authors/Pedro_Feelya/ If you want more, Email me at: pedrofeelya@gmail.com I respond to all Email.