Summary: F/b Pedo. Cons. Only Mastur. A young boy and his best friend's mom masturbate each other. 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 story. If you only want to whack, start at second half of 04. Title: Best Friends 03 by Pedro Feelya The next morning was the same as the first. Chrissy woke before dawn and untangled herself from my arms. She pulled on her coat and sweats and left, but I quickly followed her out of her tent. I dressed quickly in the clothes I had shed the night before. Stirring the fire was easy, but it was too early for breakfast. It was still just before dawn and a cool fog swirled through the trees. Chrissy asked me to boil some water and I filled the pot and put it in the fire. We sat at the picnic table quietly. I had so much uncertainty I thought I would explode. I had to say something. "I like it." That sounded lame. "What?" she asked like she was stepping on a land mine. I didn't know what she was thinking, but the "it" I had said was not the right word. I hadn't found the words yet, "Being with you." I shrugged a little. "It's wrong." she whispered. I wasn't going to argue with her. She was right. I felt miserable as a train wrecked inside of me. She looked into my face and took a deep breath and held it. "I like it too." I was shocked. How could she like me? I'm the pathetic one. "But you're the hottest woman ever!" I blurted out too quickly. The horror of what I had just said dawned on me and I froze, terrified. It was Chrissy's turn to blush and lower her head. She couldn't deny it; she had to know it was true. Still not looking at me, she said "It's different. You're different." I didn't understand and I didn't care. I wanted to shout "Alright!" Instead I stood up and walked around the table, sat down, and hugged her hard. The hug lasted too long. She wouldn't let go and I didn't either. Finally she said, "Let's make breakfast." Slowly we separated. I boiled the oatmeal I had brought, while Chrissy woke up Teddy. We had oatmeal topped with brown sugar and cinnamon. When Chrissy and I looked at each other, neither of us looked away. I had never felt better. It was still early and I had an idea I thought Teddy would like. "Let's go fishing." Even Chrissy wanted to come along. We got to the lake and there were several other fishermen already there. They all had their fancy poles, but I knew that didn't matter. My dad loved fishing, and even though I thought fishing was boring, he taught me a lot. I had the plastic round reel the new line came on, and I had a small plastic box of everything we needed. I showed Teddy how to tie a hook on, then thread on the rubber worm covered in sticky smelly stuff. I then tied a small piece of driftwood several feet down the line. We pulled out a lot of line and then I started to spin the line over my head like a lasso. I let the line go and it sailed way out and landed with a splash. We tied the end of the line to a tall stick we wedged in the rocks. All the other fishermen were watching me, and none were laughing. We did it all over again for a second line and Teddy did most of it. He had to cast several times, but finally got it out pretty far. The part of fishing I hated was the waiting. Teddy and I started to play in the rocks with driftwood. Mrs. Stemens, I mean Chrissy, just sat watching the lines. Eventually, the morning sun burned off the fog and everybody started to pack it in. Nobody had caught anything and they were giving up for the morning. My dad had taught me better. Teddy and I wound our lines over the ends of a straight stick. I led Teddy to where a bunch of crags and driftwood had gathered at a corner of the dam, making a mess. I didn't have to toss the worm in too far to land near a big log and let it settle to the bottom. Before I could tell Teddy to do the same, the line jerked in my hand. In the crags, I knew the fish would quickly swim through the roots and branches and would catch the line. I pulled it in fast and pulled up a small, 6 inch, jet black catfish. Teddy did the same and in a few minutes had one of his own. I made a long stringer of fishing line and tied the catfish on it, so we could keep them fresh in the water. We had a blast catching catfish and only throwing back ones that were less than 4 bites big. Each time it took longer and longer to catch one. We would probably catch them all soon. By the time we were tired and the excitement had worn off, it was way past lunch. Chrissy had gone back to camp and brought back snacks, but we were too busy to eat. She mostly walked, or sat and read her beauty magazines. We finally quit, then sat and ate, and excitedly talked about how much fun we had. Teddy kept saying how this was the best birthday he had ever had. I really agreed. I finally looked up at Chrissy and realized that all morning I had forgotten how I felt about her. I thought she might be bored, but she was so proud of Teddy, and happy for him, she was excited too. Lunch over, we wound up our tackle and I carried the stringer with fifteen fish back to camp. By the time we got there, some of them looked dead. I tied them to a rock in the ice cold creek like my father would have done. Even dead, they would stay fresh until dinner. In camp, Teddy and I went to get more wood and then we worked on our fort. Now, for some reason, I missed Chrissy and wanted to see her smiling at me. Soon we got bored and went back to camp. I also didn't like campgrounds because they were always so dusty and in the trees there was never a cool breeze. It was too warm. Unanimously we decided to go for a swim. Where we had swam before seemed best. Going the other way around the lake, it wasn't too far away. This time we grabbed our swimsuits. We never saw other campers hiking. This was the type of campground where not too woodsy kinds of people stayed. At the rock shelf, Chrissy disappeared into the woods, and Teddy and I changed at the waters edge. We waded in and floated in the warm water. I noticed Chrissy walking toward us and I caught my breath. One part of me suffered in disappointment that we couldn't see through her swimsuit, and yet it took my breath away to see her in a black one-piece that hugged her fantastic form. Knowing what would happen, I rolled over before my woody could rise. I still watched her. Teddy saw her and he rolled over too. I had to break the spell, it was too painful. I splashed my best friend then swam out to cooler water before he could get revenge. He came after me. He was a better swimmer and he caught me and a pushing match began. I ended up swallowing too much water and cried Uncle. We tread water, as I purposefully ignored Teddy's mother. We dove for a bit. The bottom looked so close, but it was way too deep for us to reach it. This really tired us out so we swam back to shore. Chrissy had swam out to deep water on her own and come back already. She floated face up in the shallowest part in the middle. Her boobs stuck up out of the water like hills. Teddy and I swam to the farthest side away from her and we pulled ourselves up so that we sat waist deep in the water. Teddy was hiding his stiffy too. I imagine he had a lot more practice at that than I did. There was an island near the middle of the lake. I didn't think we could swim that far. Still, we had to get out there. The island had to be explored. Teddy and I brainstormed how to make a raft. Then we brainstormed how to get his mom to let us go. Chrissy got out of the water and lay on her stomach on the hot rock to dry. This seemed like a good idea. We walked over to her and lay down also. Her sexy swimsuit didn't show her entire butt, but it showed more than I had ever seen in real life. Her big boobs were squished under her and they pushed out of the swimsuit arm holes a little. I tried to lay on my stomach, but my hard wiener ground painfully against the granite. I didn't dare lay face up and show it. I looked over at Teddy. He was sitting up to hide his problem, but he was also facing his mother. I rolled over to do the same. It was hard to not stare at her. When I looked over at Teddy, he was staring at her body too. After a moment he tore his eyes away and looked in my eyes. He was in agony. I hurt for him too. I just kind of shrugged, I understood, but I didn't know what to do. He smiled a tiny bit. Probably no one had ever understood his secret until now, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with him. I just felt sad for him. Still, we both turned and watched the reclining goddess before us. It was now okay for us both to look. Without warning she lifted her head and looked at us. Teddy turned and looked away. I looked into her eyes. I wasn't afraid. She had always caught me looking. She had probably always caught men looking. I couldn't remember her ever frowning at me or making a face. I couldn't begin to understand what she was thinking. "Are we ready for dinner?" She asked. I had forgotten about the catfish. "Oh yeah, I'm hungry." It was another unanimous decision. On the way back I took a detour in a meadow that looked like ones my mother gathered wild onions from. It didn't take long to find a few. If you crush a green blade, you can really smell it. Chrissy and Teddy were amazed. We got back on the trail for camp. I tried to make sure the fire never died in camp. I always used a dense log that would last as coals. When needed, I pushed the embers to one side and dug out dead ashes, but I tried to never let the fire die. The frying plate was good and hot. Teddy went to get the fish from the creek. When he came back holding the stringer, he said some of the catfish were still moving. My father had always cleaned the fish. I had never even watched him do it. I looked at Teddy. Teddy looked at me. We both looked at his mom. The look on Chrissy's face told us that she wasn't going to be any help. I felt queasy inside. Suddenly catfish for dinner seemed like a bad idea. I looked at Teddy, "We better take them back to the creek to clean them." He gulped and nodded. I grabbed my biggest knife and the pot, and we headed back. Some of the fish kept flapping their tails. We used a log right by a smaller stream and I unhooked the most dead looking one. I had eaten filets, and I had eaten catfish fried and whole with the head still on. "Let's cut off the head." I suggested, that way I could be sure it was dead. I thought I was strong, but the back was tough and I ended up squishing the fish and ruining the meat. Still, I slit the belly from head to tail, and closing my eyes and using two fingers, I scooped out everything that was inside. It was gooey and cold and there were lumps in it. My stomach was starting to crawl up my insides. Avoiding looking at the stuff I had dropped on the ground, I looked over at Teddy. He looked a little woozy. I threw the fish in the pot to wash later. Oh, by the way, when you catch a catfish, watch out for the barbs in the fins, they really hurt. The next fish looked dead too, so I slit it down the center without messing with the head. Its gills flapped, the heart was beating, and I dropped the fish and ran a few feet to start retching. I was so embarrassed. After a minute I looked back. Teddy was cleaning the fish. His jaw was set and he was really concentrating. Alive or dead, he cleaned them all the same way. I didn't mind that he was tougher than me sometimes. He could have this one. When Teddy was done, I told him to cut off the fins and watch out for the barbs. Afterward, we both washed them out in the stream. They sure were slippery. We both got soaked chasing a few bodies downstream. By the time we got back to camp my stomach was back in the right place. I dropped the fish on the sizzling plate with the onions Chrissy had chopped up. When the smell hit me, I was ravenous again. There is no appetite like one in the fresh mountain air. We didn't have any flour and I had to use the oil from a can of tuna to keep the fish from burning. Soon they were done. We couldn't wait till they cooled and we burned our fingers and our tongues. The skin was tough, but the meat fell from the bones. It was delicious. All three of us laughed when we told Chrissy what it was like to clean them. Still, it was more than worth it. Teddy wanted to do something different this evening but didn't know what. I suggested lying on the warm rocks at the dam until after dark. Chrissy again brought a blanket. We were a little early and it was still too warm to lie down. Teddy and I skipped rocks and wandered away from his mother. He skipped a rock across the water and without turning said, "You like looking at my mother." "Gosh." I blurted out. "Who wouldn't?" Then I realized what he was saying. I followed it up. "Every guy looks at your mother. I don't see how you couldn't. There would have to be something wrong with you if you didn't look at her." Teddy spun around and his eyes were wide. "But it's wrong!" I hung my head and quietly said, "Yeah," I read a lot of books and thought I understood a lot of things. But, I had no clue what to do or say. I could only be his friend. "But I think its okay." Without too much more to be said, we headed back to his mom. The clouds behind us were turning lavender. The sun was dropping behind high hills and would not be spectacular. We approached Chrissy and somehow just being near her made me feel happier. She saw Teddy's face and she frowned in concern. "Everything okay dear?" "Yeah" he smiled sheepishly at her, "I'm just thinking about stuff." The air had cooled enough that we sat with her, one on each side. The shadows grew from the trees and began to creep across the lake. The last rays of the sun disappeared and we all snuggled together the way we had the night before. I slapped at a mosquito. Teddy slapped at one too. Chrissy started to wave her hand in front of her and I slapped some more. I had forgotten that mosquitoes hunted at sunset. They lived where there was water and plants. The sun was too hot in the day, and they didn't fly well in the dark, but they owned the evening. "Crap" I yelled. "I left the bug spray back at camp." "We could run for it.", Teddy volunteered. Chrissy solved the problem by throwing the blanket over us like a tent. It wasn't big enough but it was a great idea. The edges didn't quite touch the rock. We had to jam in tighter. I grabbed Chrissy's legs and swung them over mine. I ducked my head under her chin and wrapped my arms around her waist. I partially held Chrissy in my lap with my arms holding her tight, and we fit together wonderfully. Teddy partially crawled into her lap facing her and leaned against her with his face cradled in the crook of her neck. I couldn't hold my head up any longer so leaned it over and rested my face directly on one of Chrissy's firm boobs. She didn't complain or say anything. My legs hurt under the weight but the rest of me felt so wonderful I didn't want to move. I think we had plenty of blanket to spare, but I wasn't going to give up my position. I even rubbed my face against her boob because it felt so good. Chrissy held Teddy like he was a little boy and he held her as the mother he loved. We stayed like that, talking quietly. Occasionally we shifted about to relieve our muscles or get more comfortable. I, of course had a stiff wiener. It poked painfully into Chrissy's thigh. I tried to move it but it had a will of its own. Chrissy reached down and grabbed my wiener through my pants. I froze, thinking that I had offended her. She pulled it to one side, but she didn't let go, she just held it firmly. Encouraged, I rubbed my face deeper into her tit. With my chin I could feel her hard nipple inside her bra. I wanted so much to see that nipple. Soon it got to be pretty warm under the blanket. Chrissy was the first to ask. "How long do we have to wait?" "Until it gets dark." I said. "How long will that be?" I lifted the edge of the blanket. "Not long, just a few minutes." "Night falls fast in the mountains." I quoted someone. We talked some more then I lifted the blanket and could barely see the rocks beside us. We pulled the blanket from over us and Teddy and Chrissy started to get up. "Wait." I whispered. "There's more, sit down." They sat and I spread the blanket across our legs. I hoped I wasn't making a fool of myself and wasting their time. Though we couldn't see the rocks around us, the sky was still a medium gray. Something black flashed past just a dozen feet above our heads. I was excited because I didn't know if they would come. Another small thing shot past then one zigzagged at impossibly fast angles. "What are those?" Teddy asked with wonder in his voice. "Bats" "Bats?" asked Chrissy. Her voice was on the edge of panic. "Yeah. Each one can eat over a thousand mosquitoes every hour. That's about one every three and a half seconds." I loved bats. "Oh" She said quietly. She was reconsidering what she thought about them. We lay back as the sky slowly darkened and the dark aerial display performed above us. Sometimes they dashed to within a yard of our heads, but they were so fast you couldn't even react to them. When it was too dark to see them, we got up and started down the wide path to camp. I had brought flashlights, but we didn't need them. Back in camp we decided that it had been a long day and we should all get some sleep. I tried to hide my eagerness to go to bed. As soon as Teddy entered his tent I headed for his mother's. The tent flap was not zipped. I crawled in and undressed there. The sleeping bag was already flipped back and she was waiting for me. I slid in, grabbed her waist, and pulled her body to me, my hard wiener jammed between us. She kissed me. She kissed me on the lips. I froze. It was warm, it was soft, it was wet, and it was sweet. I had kissed my mom and girls before, but this was nothing like that. I kissed her back, slowly. She kissed back and her lips parted and her tongue licked my lips all the way across where they pressed together. I almost gasped. I tried to do the same to her but our tongues met in the middle. She slid her tongue down mine and slipped it into my mouth. I had heard of French kissing before and it sounded gross. This was fantastic. I sucked her tongue in and played with it in my mouth. We were breathing hard through our noses and I was running out of air and I didn't care. She broke the kiss first and inhaled deeply. I did the same. I then explored her mouth gently. Our tongues danced back and forth and time lost meaning. She taught me to suck in one of her lips gently. She taught me to nibble on her lips. All this time I fought back the urge to pump my stiffy into her hand and squirt. Chrissy then began to kiss the corner of my mouth and across my cheek. When she reached my jaw line, she started down my neck, sucking and nuzzling. I thought my wiener would explode. Involuntarily I thrust it hard into her lower stomach. She reached down, into my underwear and rubbed my penis. It was too much. Every muscle in my body jerked then clenched, and I squirted hard into her hand. A wave of ecstasy crashed across my body. My hips pumped a few times then I got control of it. After a minute I relaxed and she pulled her hand out and wiped it somewhere. I wanted more, a lot more. I hungrily forced her head to one side with my face and began to kiss and suck her neck just as she had done to me. I again thrust my hard penis into her. She reached into my underwear and firmly squeezed my still rock hard wiener. She gasped and murmured a surprised "Ohh.", and she didn't let go. I kept kissing down her neck into the hollow between her neck and her shoulder. She began to moan. I wanted to feel her fantastic tits, but I didn't dare. But I knew I could get away with doing to her what she had done to me. I smoothed my hand across her head and pulled back all of her hair on one side. I moved back up her neck kissing, sucking, and nibbling. When I reached her ear I sucked in her earlobe and began to nibble. Her body stiffened and she gripped me harder. Maybe she didn't like this, but I sure did. Then, exhaling all my hot breath down the back of her neck, I ran my tongue up behind her ear. She began to shake and whine and her body began to spasm. Her grip on my wiener was painful. She didn't stop shaking and I didn't stop licking and nuzzling. I grew ravenous and began gently biting her skin at her jaw, neck, and earlobe. Her jaw was clenched and she was holding back sounds I had never heard before. After two or three minutes of this she let go of her painful grip on my wiener and grabbed my body. She pulled me tight against her body so that I couldn't do anything to her but hold her. I guess that's what she wanted. She whispered in my ear, "Too much. God, that was a powerful orgasm." At some point the sleeping bag had gotten thrown back and our bodies kept each other warm, even sweating. My hard wiener was still pressed painfully between us. Chrissy finally caught her breath and stopped squeezing me so tight. She reached up and pushed my shoulder away and I rolled onto my back. She rolled with me and lay half across me. I felt her free hand run gently, tickling, down my chest and onto my stomach. She started rubbing her soft silky face against mine. Her hand stopped playing with my stomach and then reached into my underwear to hold my hard wiener. I couldn't just lay there. I reached across her arm, pulled up her nightshirt, and lay my hands on her hips. I then started to caress her bottom through her underwear. My mouth found hers and our open mouths wrestled in pleasure. She let go of my hard one and reached up to lightly run her hand down my arm, elbow, and wrist. Her hand covered mine as I massaged one cheek of her butt with my hand. Chrissy pulled my hand from her butt and moved it between us. I was disappointed that she was stopping me. She then pressed my fingers against the front of her lacy underwear and rubbed them up and down. I understood how she wanted me to rub her so I reached my hand up and ran my fingers inside her underwear. She caught my hand. "No, we can't." she whined. She again pushed my fingers down the outside front of her underwear. I was a little frustrated. All the images I had ever seen had left an unclear picture of what was between a woman's legs. Now all I could feel was lace covered flesh between two tight soft thighs. When I rubbed it though, the effect on Chrissy was astonishing. I could feel her hunger radiate from her. I continued to rub, getting a feel for how hard and deep, by how her body jerked and she grunted. She again reached into my underwear and pulled my wiener up and free. She began to pump on it a little too hard. I wasn't complaining because a little pain was helping me to concentrate on what I was doing to her. I fought off the need to spasm and squirt, but it would be soon. Chrissy's body was almost completely locked up in spasm when she started to whine loudly. It was too loud and would wake up Teddy. I clamped my mouth over hers and sucked. She went into full spasm. Her teeth clamped down painfully on my lower lip. She began to buck and wiggle to the rhythm I was using with my hand. Her hand squeezed hard around my wiener. Despite the pain and the fear and the discomfort, I was in ecstasy. Her smell filled my senses. The sounds she made drove me mad. I was playing with the body of the most desirable woman I could ever imagine. She was becoming an animal and I wanted to be one too. I thrust my hips hard against her hand and her bare waist and I squirted hard. I didn't have room to rub her any more, but her body continued to shake and shiver. I relaxed a little and she suddenly relaxed a lot and rolled onto her back. I reached over and pulled the sleeping bag over us. I snuggled up along her motionless body and as I started to fade into sleep I heard her quietly whisper, "Thank you." I didn't understand why. 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