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   Neighbors Part 4 by The Razor's Edge

   Mark

   I had just finished washing the car and was wiping it down.  I spotted
Josh, Jan and Bob's 11 year-old, sitting on his front step.  He looked
bored.

   "Hey, Josh," I yelled over.  "Want to help me wipe down the
convertible?"

   Bob and Jan had been in their house about a month by this time.  We were
getting to know them fairly well.  I was even getting used to having Andi
around now, even though I still thought she was drop dead gorgeous.  She
wasn't too friendly toward me.  She seemed to like Bonnie a lot better. 
But that was okay.  I still liked to look at her.  Who wouldn't?  Josh had
been over a few times and I got along with him well.  He was a quiet kid.
He was nowhere as big as his sister.  He was about five feet, if that, and
weighed around 85 pounds.  His bone structure was kind of delicate for a
boy.  His hair was mousey brown and always all over the place.  His eyes
were blue like his mother and sister.  Probably closer to his mother's
color than Andi's pale blue.

   Josh wondered over.  He was wearing a tee shirt, shorts and sandals.  I
glanced up at him as he got close.  "Not much doing today?"

   "Naw.  I haven't met too many kids in the neighborhood yet."

   It was true.  Not too many boys in our street, his age.  "Yeah, I guess
you'll have to wait for school to start." I tossed him a cloth and he
started wiping.  With both of us going at it we were done in about 10
minutes.

   Josh liked to play on our computer.  His family had one but it was real
old and not really too fast.  Running games on it was a problem.  I didn't
even know if they had an internet connection or not.  I knew Bob wasn't
into computers.  I doubted if Jan or Andi were either.  But Josh liked to
play games so he came over once in a while.  He had fun.  He'd sit at our
machine for hours it seemed, listening to all the bells and whistles.  I
liked this kid.  He was a normal 11 year old looking to pass the summer.

   It was starting to cloud over.  "I guess I better get this thing in the
garage before it rains.  It always rains once you wash a car," I chuckled.
"Wanna come in and play on the computer?"

   "Sure!" Josh was always ready for computer games.  I pulled the car into
the garage and we went into the kitchen.  I wanted a beer.

   "Wanna beer," I asked him, laughing.  I liked teasing this little kid
but when he said "okay" I knew it was a mistake to have offered one.  He
didn't think I was kidding!

   "Yeah, right.  Your mom would kill me dead, pal."

   "I've had beer before," he bragged.  "Sometimes my dad let's me have
some of his."

   I thought a second.  "Really!  Do you like the taste?  Kid's your age
don't usually like it."

   Josh kind of smiled.  "It's okay, I guess.  It's kinda bitter sometimes.
I like light beer better than the other stuff," he said with seriousness.
"It's not so bitter." Should I?  Ah, what the hell, it won't kill him.  No
one else will know except him and me.  It might be fun to see what happens
after this little kid has a beer.  I doubted he ever had a full bottle all
by himself.

   I relented.  "Okay.  I'll give you a Miller Lite but if your mom comes
running over here later screaming at me then I tell you what, it'll be the
last beer you ever get in this house.  Even if your 40," I laughed.  He
looked up at me and beamed.

   "Okay.  I won't tell her." I retrieved two bottles from the fridge,
opened them and gave him one, shaking my head, still not too sure if I was
doing the right thing.  He took the bottle and ran into the den.  He
started up the computer.  I watched him take a swig.  He didn't make a
face. He had had beer before, I thought.  Oh well, kids grow up faster
these days.  I joined him in the den and sat in my easy chair.  I picked up
a magazine and started reading.  Josh was fully immersed in some game. 
Man, was it noisy.  I could hardly concentrate.  After about 15 minutes he
stopped playing, just looking at the monitor.

   "Where is everybody today?" I asked.

   "I dunno.  My dad's at work, my mom and Bonnie went off somewhere and
Andi is on Mars, as usual." I laughed.  He had a great sense of humor.  He
continued with his game.  He was on the machine for about 20 minutes more.
I guessed he was tired of playing because he left the machine and sat on
the sofa.  It looked like he was bored again.  He still hadn't finished the
beer.

   "So, what do you wanna do now?" I asked.

   "I don't know." He sat there quiet for a few minutes not saying
anything. Then he looked at me again.  "Do you think my mom's pretty?" he
asked out of the blue.  He was serious, not kidding around.  I put my
magazine down.  What a question from an 11 year old.  Little did he know I
thought his mom was drop-dead gorgeous.

   "You know what, Josh, I think your mom's very pretty," I replied.  "But
don't tell her I said that."

   He started laughing.  "Oh, wow, now two secrets!  I can't tell her about
the beer and I can't tell her you think she's pretty."

   "Right.  It's guy stuff," I teased.  He was quiet for a second.  He
drank the last of his beer.  He actually drank the whole thing.  I was
amazed.

   He got a curious look on his face.  "So ...  what do you like about my
mom the best?"

   I thought for a minute.  I knew I shouldn't be talking to this little
kid about his gorgeous mom but then I thought why not.  Although I hardly
knew Jan, one thing I did know was for someone who had two kids, one 13,
she was a fox.  I immediately thought of her legs and how I'd love to get
my lips wrapped around that cunt.  Fuck, my cock was stirring.

   "I like her eyes," I told Josh, chuckling.  "They're a real pretty
blue."

   Josh smiled at me.  "Yeah?  Well, I like her hair.  It's nice and soft,"
he countered.

   "Okay then," I replied, "I like her nose.  It's so tiny." We both
started laughing.  It became a game.

   "I like her legs," he quipped.  "They're really pretty." Yeah, I
thought, he's got that right.  I bet they'd squeeze real tight in the heat
of moment.  Josh was not going to get the last word though I decided.

   "Really!  Okay, I like her butt," I returned.  Now Josh was really
laughing, his eyes sparkling.

   "Okay, then I like her boobs." He suddenly realized what he said and
covered his mouth with his hand, like a little girl.  "Ooops, sorry, I
didn't mean to say that." He giggled again.

   Interesting, I thought.  This little kid was interested in his mother's
tits.  He is definitely growing up.  "It's okay, Josh," I laughed.  "I like
her boobs too.  They look like they're nice and soft."

   "You like my mom's boobs too?" he asked, incredulous.

   "Sure, why wouldn't I.  I told you I think she's very pretty."

   Josh was wide eyed now.  He just looked at me.  He became serious.  "I
like it when she wears short skirts.  I like looking at her legs," he
admitted.  Again, this was quite a revelation from an 11 year old kid.  I
looked at him closely.  I really thought he wanted to keep on talking but
he just didn't know what to say.  Not all kids his age would even consider
their mom's legs, especially in a short skirt.  I needed to know more.  It
was quiet now.

   "Yeah, I know, she'd look really good in a mini-skirt," I told him. 
"You know what I'd like to do.  I'd like to sit beside her on a sofa and
kinda run my hand over her leg.  That would be neat.  Have you ever done
it," I asked, "like running your hand over her legs?"

   He turned kind of shy.  "No.  But it would be neat," he answer quietly.

   "You should try it sometime, just to see what it feels like.  I know I'd
like to.  I'll bet they would be nice and smooth." I egged him on.  "I
wonder what she'd do if you did it?"

   He really didn't take the bait.  "That would be neat." he admitted,
quietly.  He again was quiet for a second.  "Can I have another beer?" Josh
said it like he just was one of the guys.  I had finished mine long ago and
I actually wanted another one too.

   "Okay, but don't get drunk on me okay?  Then your mom will really kill
me and then I'll never get to feel her legs," I laughed.  I knew I
shouldn't really do this but I went to the kitchen anyway and got two more
and went back into the den.  I gave him the beer and sat down again.  This
time he took a long swig.  He was quiet.

   I really needed to know more.  "Do you think about your mom a lot, Josh,
like her legs and stuff?  And how pretty she is?" I asked, quietly.

   "Yeah, sometimes." It was a quiet admission but truthful.  I think this
kid had something for his mom, something sexual.  How much would he tell
me? I wondered.

   "When, mostly?" I asked.  I knew he probably jacked his little cock
thinking about his mom.  He took another drink from the bottle.  He was
becoming more relaxed.

   He looked at me kind of cautious.  "Usually when ...  when I'm just
lying in bed."

   I knew it.  This conversation was getting very interesting.  "Yeah, me
too," I admitted to him quietly.  "That's when it's nice and quiet.  I
sometimes think about your mom when I'm lying in bed too."

   "You do?  You think about my mom in bed?  Man that's cool." He started
to lighten up again.

   I just had to know.  I was serious but I didn't want to rush it.  I
waited a few minutes before I asked him.  "Have you ever seen her without
any clothes on?" I wondered what he would think.  Would he take off
running? He looked at me and smiled.

   "No." His speech was a little halted.  "But ...  but I've seen her in
her underwear a few times.  She sure is pretty." I was quiet for a minute.
Suddenly his hand quickly went to his crotch.  He squeezed briefly and
pulled it away.  I knew he was getting hard.  My cock was getting harder
too just talking with this cute kid about his good looking mother.

   "Yeah, I know." We were both serious now.  Again it was quiet.  He
looked at me very apprehensively, kind of scared.  Umm, I thought, I'd love
to see her in a bra and bikini panties.

   It was time to take the next step.  I again glanced at his crotch. 
Again he quickly squeezed through his shorts.  I smiled at him and nodded
to his hand.  My voice was very low.  "So when you're lying in bed thinking
about your mom in her underwear do you ever play with yourself?  You know,
like squeeze your little pecker?"

   He looked at me, not knowing how to answer.  Finally he did.  "Yeah,
sometimes I do.  It ...  it feels good," he admitted, still looking at me
uncertain.  I knew he had secrets and probably had not shared them with
anyone before.  I thought about him lying in bed stroking his little cock
fantasizing about his mom in a bra and panties.  I was getting harder now.
Fuck, this was fun, I thought, letting a little kid like this telling me
his deepest secrets.

   "Yeah, I know.  I do it too.  My prick gets hard when I lie in bed and
play with it when I'm thinking about your mom." Josh glanced at my lap. 
Now I put my hand on my prick and squeezed through the material of my
shorts too.  I left my hand on my crotch.  I smiled at him and he smiled
back.  Again I was quiet.  But again I needed to keep the conversation
going.  "Are ...  are you hard now, Josh?  I know I am.  Thinking about
your mom in a bra and panties gave me a hard-on," I admitted.

   "Yeah, me too," he said quietly.  "Just thinking about my mom makes me
hard, too."

   I looked again at his crotch.  I nodded toward his hand.  "You know,
guy, I like watching you squeeze it.  Do it again," I told him seriously.
He smiled again and his hand grasped his crotch.  He squeezed his cock
again through his shorts.  "That's cool.  Does it feel good when you do it
now too?"

   "Yeah."

   "It's okay if you play with it you know.  All guys play with their
pricks," I told him quietly.  I admitted to myself that I wanted to see
Josh's little prick.  I wanted to watch him play with his little cock.  I
didn't know why.  I just knew I wanted to have some fun with this kid. 
"Have you ever played with it with someone else watching?  Like a friend or
anything?" I asked him seriously.

   His eyes were getting rounder.  "No ...no just by myself in bed. 
Sometimes in the shower," he admitted.

   Man I was hard now.  "Sometimes it more fun with someone else," I told
him.  I had to take the next step.  "Come over here Josh." He got up from
the sofa and came and stood right in front of me.  I looked right into his
eyes.  "Can I do it too?" I asked quietly.  "Can I squeeze your cock?" He
looked at me with those blue eyes and smiled.

   "Okay, if you want to," he whispered quietly.  I took my hand to the
front of his shorts and fondled his little bulge.  I played with him for a
minute or so through his shorts.  He was watching my hand.

   I looked into his eyes.  "Feel good?"

   "Yeah." His breath was increasing.

   "It's really hard, guy." I really wanted to see it.  "Can I take it out
and look at it?" He looked up at me.  Again he smiled.

   "Okay."

   I unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button on his shorts and pulled
down his zipper.  Then I pulled down his shorts and little white briefs. 
His little cock sprung up in full view.  It was very hard.  It was about
three inches long and uncut.  He had no hair at all.  The little purple
head was fully exposed from the foreskin.  I wanted him naked from the
waist down.  I reached to his shorts and pulled them down to the floor. 
"Take your shorts all the way off, Josh." He kicked off his shorts and
underwear and was standing now just in his tee shirt looking down at his
little prick.  I had never had sex with another guy that I could remember
but this little, dainty 11 year old with his tiny little cock sticking out
had be hard, big time.  I didn't know why.

   "Your cock is really nice, Josh," I whispered.  My hand went to the
little member.  I gently traced the length with two of my fingers.  "Is
this what you do when you think of your mom?" I was mesmerized by the
little shaft.  I ran my fingers over the little purple head and then went
back down and gently kneaded his little tiny balls.

   "If I was your mom, Josh, what would you want me to do?  It's okay, guy,
you can tell me.  What would you like?" He didn't say anything but his eyes
met mine.  He was so tiny and cute.  His complexion was perfect.  His
little lips were very rosy.  He was so little girly looking that I just
wanted to kiss him.

   "If you were my mom I'd want you to kiss me," he admitted shyly.  I
didn't need a second invitation.  I stood up from my chair.  With my other
hand I tipped his chin up and bent down and gave him a lingering kiss.

   I broke the kiss.  "Like that?"

   He smiled at me.  His cheeks were flushed.  "Yeah, like that."

   Maybe we could play a game I thought.  I made my voice go girly.  "Do
you like it when your mommy kisses you, baby?"

   He nodded.  He picked up the game right away.  "Yeah, mommy, I really
like you kissing me."

   I led him back over to the sofa.  "Oh, Josh, mommy really likes kissing
you too, baby.  Lay down on the sofa and I'll kiss you some more." After he
was down I looked deep into his eyes again.  He was perfect; a little girl
with rosy lips and a hard cock.  I got on my knees and I kissed him again.
I ran my tongue over his teeth and his mouth opened.  I found his tongue
with mine and we French kissed.  My hand left his cock and went under his
tee shirt.  I fondled his little nipples as we kissed.  I had no idea what
had come over me but suddenly I knew I wanted to taste his little, hard
prick.  I went down and looked at the tiny cock again.  I again ran my
fingers over it.  I looked back up to him.  He had a wonderful look of
anticipation on his face.  I smiled.

   "Mommy wants to kiss your little prick, Josh.  Can I, baby?  Can I kiss
it?  Tell me.  Tell me to kiss it, baby."

   His eyes were closed now.  "Mommy ...  mommy suck on my fucking cock. 
Pleeease, suck on me mommy."

   My mouth slowly lowered to his prick.  I kissed the tip.  Then I sucked
the little member into my mouth.  It tasted fantastic.  I had never sucked
a cock before.  I ran my tongue over the little shaft while it was still in
my mouth.  Josh started moaning.  His hips lifted off the sofa.  I knew he
wouldn't last long.  I had never tasted cum in my life but in this one
instant I knew I just needed to taste this little boy's discharge.  I don't
know why but I actually wanted to.  He was so perfect I knew his cum would
taste heavenly.  I started sucking on the tip of his little cock.  His head
was back, his eyes closed.  His hips were now raising and lowering rapidly.
All of a sudden he tensed; his hips lifted off the sofa.

   "Oh, god," he moaned.  "I'm ...  I'm gonna shoot.  Aaaaaaah." Then I
could feel his sperm start to enter my mouth hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed.  His cum tasted salty and warm but I didn't mind.  I actually
liked it.  It was so erotic.  He was moaning louder now.  He continued to
spew and spew his sperm into my mouth.  He had a tremendous amount of sperm
for a little kid.  And the pressure was fantastic.  It was beautiful. 
Finally he was done.  His hips lowered.  I removed my mouth from his prick
and looked at it.  It glistened with wetness from both my saliva and his
discharge.  It was getting smaller.

   I looked up at him, continuing to fondle the little member.  "Ummm, that
was nice Josh.  I really like licking and sucking your little cock."

   He was quiet but he looked down at me and smiled.  "That's exactly what
I want my mom to do," he admitted quietly.  "I want her to suck my cock
until I shoot into her mouth."

   I looked at him and smiled.  "It'll happen, guy," I told him.  "Just
keep working on it.  You've got lots of time.  I'll help you if you want."
As it turned out Josh didn't need my help.

   I still had some residue cum on my mouth.  I moved up his body and again
kissed him so he could taste too.  Again our tongues met.  Again my hand
went under his tee shirt and I played with his little nipple.  I raised his
shirt and looked at his nipples.  They were very little, very rosy.  I
kissed one, then I sucked it into my mouth.  Again I came up and kissed
him.

   "I want to do something really naughty, Josh," I told him quietly.  "I
want to take out my cock and show it to you.  Then I want to jerk-off on
your little tits.  I want you to watch as I cum on your nipples.  Can I do
that, baby?  Do you want to see my cock too?" I was as hard as nails.

   He looked at me and smiled.  "Yeah, I want to see it, Mark." I quickly
dropped my shorts and boxers.  My cock sprung to it its full length.  I
took it to his mouth and gently ran the tip over his little, girly lips.

   "Here it is, baby.  Kiss it a little for me, okay?  Run your tongue over
the head a little, Josh.  I'd really like that." He first kissed the head.
Then is tongue appeared and he licked.  He looked at me and smiled.  Then
he took my rock hard member gently into his little mouth.  He started
sucking, as if he had done it before.  I knew he hadn't but it was a
natural instinct.  As he sucked I ran my hand down to his little shaft. 
Again he was hard.

   "Mmmm," he moaned.  His hand went down to mine.  He helped me jack his
little cock all the while giving me a blow job.  I knew I couldn't last
much longer.  I had never done this before in my life but it was so erotic
having this little 11 year old kid that so looked like a girl sucking on
me.

   My hand went back to my own shaft.  I removed it from his mouth.  He
looked at me, his eyes sparkling.  "Do it Mark," he said with all the
maturity he could muster.  "Do it.  Jack off for me.  I wanna watch you
shoot.  Shoot your stuff on my tits.  I wanna watch your stuff come out."

   I couldn't stand it any more.  I could feel the sperm start rising from
my balls.  "Ah, fuck.  Here it comes.  Oh, god." I directed my shaft to his
little, rosy nipples.  I erupted.  I was pumping gobs of cum onto his
chest. He watched intently, in awe.  I pumped and pumped.  It was a massive
eruption.  I thought it would never end.  I was in heaven.  Finally it
ended.  My face was contorted; my heart pumping like never before.  I
looked down.  His chest was covered with my discharge.  I looked at him. 
His eyes were still as round as saucers.  My finger went down to his chest.
I just had too, I don't know why.  I ran my finger through the milky white
sauce and ran some over his little nipples.  He looked at me and smiled. 
Then he did something extraordinary.  His finger went to his chest too.  He
ran it through the discharge and brought some of the cum to his mouth.  He
sucked some in.  He was tasting my cum.  He smiled at me.  He liked it. 
Fuck, it was erotic.  I wanted to kiss him again.  I leaned over.  Our lips
met.  I could taste my discharge.

   "You're fun to play with, Josh," I told him quietly.  "I want to do this
again sometime.  Can we?"

   "Oh yeah," he replied.  "I want to too.  I had fun too." That sealed it
for me.  I wasn't into guys but I knew I wanted to screw with this little
girly boy; all kinds of things.  I wanted to fuck him in the ass.  He was
so delicate.  I knew we'd do more things.  It would be a blast.

   I looked at him again.  "You want to fuck your mom though, don't you? 
It's okay Josh.  You can let it out.  You know what?  I want to fuck her
too."

   He looked at me and smiled again.  "Yeah I do.  I want to real bad. 
She's got the nicest body."

   "That's good, guy.  Keep trying.  Be a little aggressive," I told him.
"When you see an opportunity, just try out a few little things.  See what
her reaction is.  Maybe she'll surprise you." I winked at him.  "But right
now let's get you cleaned up a bit.  You never know, Bonnie might come in
any time." I got him off the sofa, we gathered up our clothes from the
floor and we went to the bathroom.  We both had our shorts off, both cocks
at half-mast.  He looked so cute with his little bobbing cock.  We got to
the bathroom and I wiped him off, paying special attention to his chest and
little prick.  I thought to myself that this was one of the best afternoons
ever.

   He left our house happy that day.  I was happy too.  Josh and I had a
secret and for now we weren't going to tell anyone.  I enjoyed having sex
with this little kid.  I'd like to do it again.

   After Josh left I wanted to jack off again.  I was still horny.  It was
sure fun playing with that little kid.  I was still naked from the waist
down.  I look down; my cock was still at half mast.  I grabbed it and
gently jacked it back and forth.  I wanted to do something kinky.  Fuck, I
was getting hard again.  What, I thought?

   Then I knew.  I headed for Brandy's bedroom.  I looked around.  Oh,
fuck, I want to jack off into a pair of her little girl panties; a dirty
pair.  I looked in her closet.  Her laundry basket was half full.  I
rummaged until I found what I was after.  The panties were pale blue and
silky.  I turned them inside out.  Yes, exactly what I needed.  They had
little yellow spots on the front.  I brought them to my nose and inhaled.
The pungent odor of Brandy's little cunt piss engulfed my nose.  The aroma
was sensational.  Then I licked the fabric.  It was exotic.  I was tasting
my little girl's cunt.

   I sat on her bed with my now rock hard cock at full attention. 
Gradually I began to caress my shaft with the little pale blue panties,
running the crotch where her little pussy had recently been covered over my
raging cock.  I began to pump wildly.  In a few minutes I could feel my
sperm rise.  I was cumming; pumping my love juice into the little pale blue
garment.  I wiped my cock with the panty and threw it back into the basket.
I didn't care who knew.  I wanted both Bonnie and Brandy to know, to know
that I wanted to fuck my little 11 year old daughter.  I loved her dearly
but I wanted to fuck her; to have my cock run in and out of her little
puffy cunt lips; to make her scream in ecstasy, to have my cum run up her
little love canal.



   Josh

   After what happened at Mark's it felt like my tool was on fire.  It was
hard.  I played with it lying in bed.  I jacked off thinking about him
sucking my cock and tits.  It was incredible when Mark sucked on my dick.
And when I shot my stuff into his mouth it was the most fantastic feeling I
had ever felt.  Ooooh, god, I wanted to cum again.  Mark was so cool.  He
even let me kiss his thing too.  I ...  I liked sucking on it.  I wanted to
do it again.  I really wanted him to play with me; feel his hand on my
little cock.  I wanted him to kiss it and suck on it again.  I wanted to
shoot my stuff into his mouth again.  I would do anything for Mark now.  I
jacked off.  Finally I came shooting my stuff onto the sheets.  I knew I
made a mess but I didn't care if my mom knew I jacked off.  I wanted her to
know.  I finally fell asleep.

   My mom was in the kitchen when I got up the next morning.  I was still
thinking about what Mark and I did.  It was so much fun.  And finally I
could talk to someone about sex; someone who understood.  My dad wanted me
to be a football player.  I hated football.  He never paid much attention
to me.

   I was getting hard again thinking about yesterday.  I hoped my mom
didn't see the tent in my pajamas.  Well, maybe I hoped she would see it. I
reached for my cock through my pajamas and gave it a little squeeze.  It
felt really good.  I soooo wanted to take it out and show her.  Maybe ...
maybe if I put her hand on it she'd play with me.

   My mom was wearing a robe that came down to her knees and tied in front.
She was also wearing those ugly pink slippers.

   "Hi, sweetheart, how are you today?" she asked.

   "Fine." I looked at her standing at the sink.  She was always beautiful
to me.  When she dressed up she looked like a movie actress.  I loved
watching her move around.  I thought about what Mark told me about being a
little aggressive.  Maybe I would put my arm around her now.  Should I?  I
was a little scared.  I could feel my prick harden more.

   "So what's up today, baby?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  I'm just going to hang around the house I guess. 
There's not too much today.  I'm bored."

   She turned to me.  "I know Josh.  Pretty soon you'll be going back to
school and you'll meet new friends at your new school.  At least you have
Brandy next door to play with sometimes, even if she is a girl."

   "I don't mind playing with Brandy.  She's fun," I admitted.  "And I like
her dad and mom too.  They're cool."

   "Yeah, they are.  I like them too.  So, what did you do yesterday when I
was away?"

   I couldn't tell her about Mark and me that's fore sure.  "Nothing much.
I went over and helped Mark wash his car.  After, he let me play computer
games.  We just talked.  He's fun to talk to." She looked back at me, an
inquisitive look on her face.  Did she suspect something?  Nah, it was just
my imagination.

   "That's nice, baby.  They're good neighbors."

   If she only knew just how good a neighbor Mark really was.  Now I just
had to do it.  I wanted to put my arm around her.  I got up from my chair
and went over to her standing at the sink.  I put my arm around her waist.
She turned and looked at me kind of funny.  "Mom, why do you wear those
fuzzy slippers all the time?" I hated those awful slippers.  Her legs
looked much better when she was barefoot.  She was a lot sexier barefoot.

   "What?  You don't like my slippers?" she laughed a silly laugh and
leaned into me a little.  It felt really good with my arm around her.  She
didn't get mad at all.  She looked down at her feet.

   "Nope.  I like you barefoot better." She kicked off her slippers.

   "Like this?"

   "Yeah.  Those slippers are ugly." I had to be brave.  "Besides, your ...
your legs look lots better without them.  I like your legs, they're
pretty." What had I said!  She'll be mad!  She turned to me.  She didn't
look mad.  She actually looked like she was pleased.

   "What a nice thing to say, baby.  Thank you.  You're very sweet!" She
parted her robe and stuck out her leg.  I caught a glimpse of her panties.
I was thrilled.  "So, you like these old things, eh?" I didn't know what to
say.  I wanted to see her panties again but I just couldn't tell her.  My
prick got harder in my `jammies.  I wanted to pull it out and show her how
hard I was.  I wanted her to feel it; to jack it; to make me shoot my stuff
right here, in the kitchen.

   I dropped my voice to something I thought would be more mature, sexier.
"Yeah, they're really nice." She looked at me again.  She had a different
expression on her face.  It was almost sexy and she was smiling.

   I got bolder.  "Okay, I told you what I like about you.  What do you
like about me?" I loved my mom.

   She hesitated for a second; probably still wondering what was going on.
Her voice dropped to an almost whisper.  "I love all of you Josh.  You're
my son."

   "I know, but what are the best parts?" Oh how I wanted her to say my
little prick.  She reached around and tousled my hair.  I liked that when
she did it.  I liked it whenever my mom touched me.  Move your hand down,
play with my cock, I thought.  Pleeeaaase, feel my boner, mommy.

   "Well, let me think.  I like it that your sensitive, that you like
music, and that you never fight with your sister, and that you always eat
your supper." She laughed again.

   "No, no I mean like me.  Like me, not what I do!" I stepped back a
little and spread my arms.  She turned to me.  We were now face to face. 
Her eyes moved up and down my pajamas.  I wished I was bigger so she'd
really notice my cock at full attention.  I was so small.  I knew she
wouldn't notice.

   "Oh, you mean physically.  Like your body.  Hmmmm.  Well.  I like it
that you're thin." Then she looked at my face.  "And you know what?  I like
your rosy cheeks and lips." She reached down and traced my lips with her
finger.  I puckered my lips wanting to draw her finger into my mouth and
suck on it but she took her hand away.

   "I look too much like a girl," I told her, a little embarrassed.

   She giggled; a sexy little giggle.  "Don't worry, kiddo, you'll be
shaving soon and you'll change.  Stay the way you are for a little while
longer, okay?  I like you just the way you are.  You're my baby." She
cupped my face, leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.  I was in
heaven.  I wanted to kiss her more.  I put my hands on her waist, wanting
to draw her closer.  She looked dreamily into my eyes.  As if reading my
mind she leaned over again and kissed me again.  Longer this time but not
long enough.  When she pulled back she smiled.  Her robe had parted.  I
looked down.  I could see most of her beautiful tits.  She looked down,
too. She had caught me looking.  I looked into her eyes again.  She smiled.
She didn't say anything.  She kind of shrugged her shoulders a bit.  More
of her beautiful tits were revealed.  She was so close to revealing her
nipples.  All I needed to do was raise my hand and part her robe and I'd be
able to see all of her tits; her beautiful nipples.  I was scared.  She was
still smiling.  Again she looked down, then back into my eyes, smiling
still.

   Again she looked down at her partially parted robe.  Her eyes met mine
again.  Her voice was very quiet "It's okay Josh.  You can look at my ...
my boobs if you want.  I don't mind, baby."

   It was an invitation from heaven.  "I really want to but I ...  I want
to kiss you again.  Okay?" She again bent down, put her arms around me and
we kissed.  This time I wrapped my arms around her.  I could feel her
tongue pressing against my teeth.  I opened my mouth and her tongue
entered. Our tongues intertwined.  I didn't want to stop.  As we kissed her
hand came to mine.  She raised it ever so slowly and placed it inside her
robe, directly on her beautiful bare breast.  I started caressing, very
gently.  I ran my finger over her nipple.  She started moaning, ever so
quietly.

   Our kiss broke.  She looked at me.  "Um, that was nice, baby.  I really
like the way you kiss." I was still caressing her.  I had parted her robe.
I looked down again at her beautiful bare breast.  She looked down too,
watching my fingers move over her nipple.  The nub was sticking out, hard.

   She looked into my eyes, smiling.  "Do you like them, baby?" again
glancing at my fingers moving over the beautiful, rosy nipple.

   "Yeah, I do.  They're beautiful.  So soft.  I like the way they sag just
a little." She looked down, again watching.  Her hands went to the sash of
her robe and untied it.  I looked down.  Now I could see her panties.  She
took my other hand and placed it on her other tit.  I caressed them both,
gently, running my fingers over the extremely hard nubs of her nipples. 
Her eyes closed.  She moaned just a little.  Now I took the initiative.  I
again brought my lips to hers, again I opened my mouth.  Again we French
kissed.  Then I removed my hand from one of her tits and began caressing
her stomach and navel.  My hand was going lower and lower.

   She broke the kiss.  "Ummm, no baby.  Don't do that.  It's not right."
My hand was still on her stomach, caressing gently.  I ran my finger
through her navel.

   I looked right into her eyes.  My voice was very quiet.  "I want to feel
it, Mom.  Please.  Just through your panties.  I just need to feel your ...
your pussy, mommy.  Please.  Please.  Let me feel it." My hand went back up
to her tit and I squeezed again.  "Please, just once, mommy."

   She gently pushed me away a little, separating our embrace.  She looked
down between us.  "Josh, we shouldn't, baby.  It's ...  it's wrong, baby."
I looked down too and saw the wet spot that had developed between my mom's
legs.  Her panties were sheer, almost see-through.  I could easily make out
of folds of her pussy because of the wetness.  I also could clearly see my
little raging hard-on sticking out through the material of my pajamas.  It
had escaped from the pajamas and was sticking out.  I didn't have the words
to convince her.  I didn't know what to say.  I quickly removed my hand
from her stomach and placed it on the wet spot of her panties.  I briefly
ran by finger through the folds of her pussy.  A quick breath escaped from
her mouth.  "Josh, you shouldn't," but she was unconvincing.  She didn't
push back; she didn't run.  I began to probe the wet folds with my finger
then again ran it up and down the slit.  Her knees buckled ever so
slightly. Her eyes were closed.  I kissed her again continuing to move my
finger around her pussy.  She took a little outward step, opening her legs.
Our tongues again intertwined.  Suddenly I could feel her hand.  It was on
my prick!  Oh it felt good.  I broke the kiss and looked directly into her
eyes.

   "Make me shoot, mommy.  Pleaaase.  Please make me shoot my stuff."

   "Oh, god," she whispered.  "You want me to jack you off, baby?  You want
mommy to ...  to masturbate your little cock?  Oh, god, Josh.  I want to,
baby.  But I don't know.  It's not right.  God!" She moaned a little.  "I
want to, baby.  I want to make you cum, baby." Her hands went to the
elastic of my pajamas and pulled them down, just enough to expose my little
prick.  It was standing straight up.  She again took it into her hand and
began to run her fingers over it.  She looked down.  Again she looked at
me. "Josh, it's beautiful.  You have such a beautiful little cock, baby. 
You really like it when mommy plays with it, don't you baby?" I didn't
answer; I just smiled and nodded.  "Mmmm, my poor little baby wants to
shoot his stuff.  Oh, poor baby." Then she removed my hand from her
panties. She pulled them down and stepped out of them, exposing her pussy
to me for the first time.  I looked down at the neatly trimmed organ,
totally enraptured by the sight and the smell.  Again she brought my hand
to her pussy.  Again I ran my finger through the folds of her now bare
pussy.  She started quietly moaning again.  "Oh, baby, that feels good. 
Oh, god.  Oh, man.  Josh, come closer.  Rub your little cock on my pussy,
baby." I came closer.  She again took my cock.  She started rubbing it up
and down her slit.  She looked at me again and smiled.  "Feel good, baby?"

   "Yeah, mommy.  It feels really good." My hips were moving in and out,
the natural movement of manhood.  The tip of my little cock slightly
penetrated the folds of her pussy.  She knew what was happening.  Then she
guided my cock to her love canal.

   "Push, baby," she commanded quietly.  "Push it in, baby.  Fuck mommy,
Josh." I knew I was too small to give her adult pleasure but I was in
heaven.  I wanted this so bad.  I could feel my organism developing.  I
knew I wouldn't last long but I also knew that I finally had met my
conquest.  I was fucking my beautiful mom for the first time.  God it felt
good.  I wanted to shoot so bad.  My mom's eyes were closed now.  "Shoot
inside mommy, baby.  Do it Josh.  Fuck mommy Josh.  Cum inside me." My hips
were traveling much faster now.  Then I slipped out of her.  She
immediately placed my cock back in.  Then I could feel it.  I could feel
the sperm rise.  I stiffened.  Then it happened.  My sperm was pumping
inside my mom's beautiful pussy.  I again started to move my hips, matching
the spurts.  I suddenly thought how much better this was than shooting my
stuff into Kleenex.  "Mommy!  Oh, god, mommy.  I'm fucking you, mommy.  Oh,
god, I love it." I loved fucking my mom's pussy.  I was going to do it
again and again.  Finally I was finished.  I looked at her.  Her eyes were
shut, her mouth slightly open.  I kissed her again as my little cock
started to shrivel.

   "I love you mommy.  I love fucking you.  You're beautiful.  I want to do
it again."

   Her eyes opened and she smiled at me.  I didn't detect any guilt; any
remorse; any sadness.  "Baby, you're so perfect," she cooed.  "We're going
to have fun, aren't we?  Yeah, baby, you'll fuck me again.  I'm going to
teach you lots of neat things, baby."

   I was ecstatic.  I again looked down at her beautiful body.  This was
mine, I thought.  I spread her robe open and spread it apart, again
exposing both her beautiful tits.  I ran my hands over them again.  They
were mine, I thought.  I kissed and licked a nipple.  "Yeah, mom.  I'm
going to be your little lover." She smiled at me.  This smile was devious.

   "I have an idea, baby.  Do you want to go to the mall with me today?"
she asked.  "We could kinda hang out together.  Have some fun together."
The word "fun" was emphasized.

   "Sure." I looked at her and smiled.  "Wear something sexy," I
instructed.

   She giggled.  "You are bad, Josh!  What?  What should I wear?  Tell me."

   I didn't have to think.  "A really short skirt ...  and, no panties or
bra." Would she do it?

   "Josh, you're bad.  Where did you learn things like that?  But it would
be sexy, wouldn't it?  You want me to show myself to everyone, don't you,
baby?  You are turning into a man." I could tell she wanted to do it.

   I loved going to the mall with my mom alone anyway but today was going
to be a lot more fun.  She always went into women's stores.  I could wander
around and feel all the nice silky-smooth materials.  It was cool.  I loved
silky stuff, especially panties and bras.

   "Let's get cleaned up and dressed then.  We'll stop at McDonald's for
breakfast, okay?"

   "All right!" I took my hand off her tit and she covered up again.

   We arrived at the mall about 10:30.  There weren't too many people
around.  Not like a Saturday when the place was so busy.  I wanted to hold
my mom's hand.  As if reading my mind, she took my hand in hers.  It was so
cool.  I was in my shorts, tee shirt and sandals.  She was wearing the
shortest skirt she had and a strapped pull-over top.  Her tits bounced
nicely.  You could almost see the outline of her nipples.  She was wearing
sandals.  Her legs were exquisite.  I was happy.

   "Where do you want to go, honey?" she asked.

   "Anywhere.  I don't care.  I'll just follow."

   "Don't you want to go to any kid's stores, or anything?"

   "Nope, I'll just want to be with you."

   We went to Sears first and just wondered around the lady's department.
Mom went through racks of clothes.  I just followed feeling all the nice
fabrics.  We left Sears and were walking down the mall, hand in hand, when
she spotted a lady's underwear store.

   "I want to go in here for a few minutes, okay hon?" she asked.  "Do you
want to wait outside or are you coming in?"

   "I'll come in mom.  I don't mind." She smiled at me.  I just followed
her around the store as she looked at all the nice, lacy and silky-smooth
panties and stuff.  Every once in a while I'd feel the nice stuff too.  I
loved the feel of fabrics and lace.  After about 10 minutes she had a bunch
of stuff she wanted to try on.

   "I'm going to go in and try these on, baby." She winked at me.  "You
want to come in with me?" Her voice was quiet; seductive.

   "Yeah, you know I do.  Will they let me?" I whispered.

   She looked at me and smiled.  "I'll ask." She went up to the girl
looking after the change room.

   "Can my son come in with me?" she asked the girl politely.  "He'll just
wait outside the change room.  Would that be okay?" The girl looked at me.
Then she looked at my mom and smiled.  Her eyes glanced at my mom's tits,
the nipples poking through the material of her top.  Did I detect a knowing
look?  She was about 17 with long blonde hair.  She was wearing a skirt and
shirt.  She was cute.

   "Sure," the girl answered, quietly, again looking at me.  She counted
the items.  "Six items." She wrote it down.  My mom went into a change
room. I turned to look if anyone was around.  There was no one.  I followed
her into the little room.

   She held up four pairs of panties, all different colors.  "Tell me which
color you like, baby," she whispered.  I felt all four pairs.

   "The black ones," I told her.  "They're sexy." She raised her finger to
her lips.  "Ssssh." Slowly she raised the hem of her skirt to her waist. 
She wasn't wearing any panties, just like she promised.  I stared at her
pussy, mesmerized.  I looked up into her eyes, shyly.

   "Are you sure, baby," she said quietly.  "Are you really sure?" She took
my hand and again for the second time today began to run my finger over the
folds of her cunt.  Again it was wet.

   "Yeah, mom," I said breathlessly.  "I really like this one the best." I
probed her cunt a little with my finger.

   "Fuck, you're bad Josh." Her voice was sultry.  She took my hand away
and stepped into the black panties.  I watched, captivated as the folds of
her cunt moved with her legs as she donned the little black panties.  She
pulled them up.  The new panties immediately became wet around her cunt.

   She stood up, took a deep breath.  "I'm going to try on the bra now,
baby." She gradually raised the little top over her head.  Slowly her
beautiful tits came into view.  They were gorgeous.  The top came off
completely.  Now she was just standing there in the beautiful black
panties. She looked at me and smiled.  Her hands went to her tits and she
cupped and fondled them.  Her fingers traced over the rosy nipples, making
them hard again.

   "You like my tits better now than this morning, baby?"

   "Yeah, mom," I said quietly.  "They're beautiful.  You're beautiful."
She brought my hand to her tit and I gently squeezed the beautiful flesh.

   "Oh, you're so gentle, baby.  Mmmmm, that feels good.  I'm going to take
the black panties since you like them so much." I looked down at them. 
They were beautiful.

   She looked directly into my eyes.  She smiled.  "Take them off for me
Josh," she said seductively.

   I could hardly wait.  I knelt down.  My hands went under her skirt to
the elastic of the little black panties.  Slowly I pulled them down.  Her
pussy again came into view.  It was soooo beautiful.  I couldn't take my
eyes off of it.  She stepped out of the panties and I again watched her
pussy move.  She reached down and ran a finger through the lips of her
cunt, under her skirt.

   "Mmmmm," she moaned.  "This feels good." She looked directly at me.  "So
what do you think about your old mom now Josh?  Do you still think I'm
pretty?" She was whispering, just in case.  She had raised the hem of her
skirt again.

   "You're beautiful, mom." I was looking right at her pussy.  Her finger
was just to the side of her labia.

   "You want to feel it again Josh?" she asked, again whispering softly.

   "Yeah, I do." I was spellbound.  I couldn't take my eyes off the
gorgeous folds of her cunt.  She spread her legs and took my hand and ran
my finger over the folds.

   "Do you like it, baby?  Does it feel good?"

   "It's beautiful."

   "Take your shorts off, Josh." My shorts and briefs came down and I
stepped out of them.  Now I was naked from the waist down.  My prick was
standing straight up.

   Her voice was husky.  "Get up on the bench, Josh." I stood on the bench
and now my little prick was even with her chin.  She started running her
fingers in and out of her cunt.  She was running her hand and fingers over
my cock with her other hand.  Then she bent forward and took my little
prick into her mouth.  She took it out of her mouth and kissed the head.

   "Oh baby, I love your little hard cock," she moaned.  "It tastes soooo
good." She again put it in her mouth and sucked.  She took it out again and
started licking the bottom down to my little balls.  Again she moaned. 
"Jack-off for me Josh.  Masturbate for mommy." I started jacking my cock. I
was in heaven with my little cock just inches from my beautiful mother's
lips.  My hips went forward and my cock grazed her lips.

   I needed to be bold; aggressive.  We had come too far.  I needed to tell
her what I really wanted.  I didn't care what she thought.  Then I told
her. "I ...  I want to shoot my cum into your mouth, mommy."

   She wasn't shocked.  She wasn't angry.  She just looked at me dreamily.
"Oh, Josh," she whispered.  "Where do you learn such naughty things, baby?
You're so naughty.  Mmmmm, mommy would like that, baby.  Mommy wants to
taste your sweet boy cum, baby." She put her lips right on the head of my
fully extended prick.  I could feel the same sensation as yesterday with
Mark.  All the time her fingers continued to ravage her pussy.

   I knew I wouldn't last long.  This was so erotic.  This must be a dream.
My little cock was terribly hard, as hard as it had ever been.  My mom's
lips were against the head.  I could feel the sperm start to travel up the
shaft.  I was starting to climax.  "Ah, fuck, I'm shooting, mommy.  I'm
shooting.  Aaaaaah.  Here it comes.  Taste it, mommy.  Taste my stuff."
Then it happened.  I started shooting.  She opened her mouth.  A little cum
missed and a little fell on her lips.  My cock pumped and pumped.  She took
all my stuff in her mouth and then swallowed.  Her eyes were open, looking
at me distantly.  She swallowed again, then again.  Gradually I finished.
She licked her lips.  I was done.  My cock started to soften.

   "Mmmmm.  My sweet little boy.  My little lover." She kissed me on the
lips and I could taste the salty residue.  "You taste soooo good." She
fondled my cock again.  She kissed it again.  She couldn't get enough.

   She was in a panic now.  "Get dressed.  We gotta get out of here, baby."
I put on my briefs and shorts.  She took her old panties and put them in
her purse.  Then she put on the top.  Now her nipples were really poking
through the material, hard nubs, inviting to all.  I opened the room door.
No one.  We left.

   "Sorry I was so long," she told the girl.  "I just couldn't decide.  I'm
going to take them all." The girl again glanced down and quickly checked my
mom's hard tits, staring directly at the bumps on the material of her top.
Her eyes met my mom's.  She smiled; a knowing look on her face.

   "It's okay," the girl whispered.  She glanced at me.  "Is he ...  is he
really your son?"

   I could tell my mom was a little taken aback.  Then the girl's eyes
dropped again.  Now she was openly staring at my mom's chest.  My mom stood
straighter, thrusting out her torso ever so slightly.

   "Yeah, he is, why?" My mom's voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

   The girl looked up again.  Her eyes went back down.  "Cool." Her face
became a little flushed.  "Nothing," she finally said.

   My mom wouldn't let it rest.  "Come on, there must be a reason you
asked."

   The girl's face was becoming redder.  "Well ...  well it's not very
often a woman takes her son into the change room to try on panties and a
bra." The girl knew I was in the change room with my mom!

   My mom looked at her again.  The girl was still staring at my mom's
tits.

   "What's your name?" my mom asked, quietly.

   "Jenny."

   "Well, Jenny, in our family we're ah ...  not shy, if you know what I
mean." She winked.  "Are you shy, Jenny," my mom asked, a secret smile on
her face.

   "No, I guess not," Jenny replied, gulping.

   "That's good, because you've been staring at my tits, Jenny.  And I
guess I wondered why.  Have you ever played with another girl's tits,
Jenny?" My mom took a step forward.  She reached over and ran her palm over
Jenny's cheek, caressing it gently.  "I'll bet you have; a friend in school
maybe.  I'll bet it was fun." My mom glanced around.  There was no one
near. "Do you want to feel mine?" my mom asked.  "It's okay, ya know.  I'll
let you."

   Jenny's voice was no more than a whisper.  She glanced around too. 
"Let's ...  let's step back behind these racks."

   Jenny's hand went to my mother's tit.  She was very tentative; a little
scared.  She squeezed gently and ran her finger over my mom's hard nub
through the material of her top.

   My mom smiled.  "Feel, good?  Here, this will be better." My mom raised
the top, exposing both of her tits.  She looked down and ran her finger
over one of the nipples.  "Just a few minutes ago Josh was sucking on one
of these, Jenny.  He really likes sucking on them.  Do you want to suck on
them too, baby," she asked, quietly.  Her voice was sultry.

   Jenny licked her lips.  She simply looked at my mom and nodded.  My mom
put her hand behind Jenny's head and gradually drew her lips near the
hardened nipple.  Jenny began to suck.  "See how nice it is, baby." As
Jenny sucked my mom started unbuttoning the buttons on the girl's shirt. 
"I want to see yours too." Jenny was wearing a bra.  My mom simply
unfastened the front snap.  Immediately she clasped both of the girl's
tiny, teenaged tits.  Her nipples were a pale pink.  They were very puffy.
My mom lifted Jenny's head.  She kissed the teenager, still caressing her
puffy nipple.  "Ummmm, you're so sweet, baby," my mom cooed.  "We haven't
got the time I want now.  Maybe if we come back later you'll give me some
personal attention.  Maybe fit me with some sexy lingerie?"

   Jenny's voice was still no more than a whisper.  "I get off at three."

   My mom smiled at her.  "Yeah?  We'll be back at three, baby." My mom
pulled down her top.  We went to the front of the store and she paid.  We
walked into the mall.  I was the happiest I've ever been in my life.  I
knew my mom was going to let me watch her fuck Jenny.  And I'll be she was
going to let me fuck her again too.  I could hardly wait.

   We walked around the mall.  She didn't say anything about what we had
done, but she seemed nervous.  She still held my hand.  Finally we sat down
on a bench.  She crossed her legs.  Her skirt was way up on her thigh. 
People walking by were looking at her beautiful legs.  I was so proud that
I was her "date." I could look at those legs forever.

   She was quiet for a minute.  "You know Josh, we can't tell anybody about
what happened today, baby.  I could get into lots of trouble if anyone
found out." Her voice was a little hesitant, her eyes a little scared. 
Somehow I had to reassure her that all was okay; that I had fun; and
especially that I wanted more.  I was only 11 years old and I probably
hadn't developed anywhere near the point where I could really satisfy a
real woman but I did know that I wanted to play lots more.  I knew I loved
her, not only as a mother, but also physically.  I just couldn't get enough
of her.  I wanted her to take me seriously.  I tried being as mature as I
could.

   "I ...  I love you mom, more than anything in the world." My voice was
just above a whisper so that no one could overhear.  "You're beautiful.  I
love you as a mom but I also love your body, especially your boobs and
legs. I'll never tell anyone, mom." I looked into her eyes.  The
apprehensiveness was gone.  She beamed at me.  She had this big goofy
smile.

   She looked around.  The mall was getting busier.  "Let's go home, baby.
I ...  I really want to kiss you but this is not the place." We got up and
headed for the exit.  I was about four or five inches shorter than her but
I still took her hand, proud that I was the guy with "the chick" in the
short skirt.  Instead of just holding her hand like a little kid, our
fingers interlaced, like lovers.  Eat your heart out world, I thought.

   When we arrived back at the car in the parking lot she looked around. 
No one was near.  She leaned over and kissed me.  Again our tongues
intertwined.  Her hand went to my crotch and she felt for my little bulge.
"Mmmmm," she moaned.  "You're so perfect, kiddo." I got harder as she
caressed.

   Just then for some reason I wanted to try and talk dirty to her, to see
if I could get her worked up.  But I was scared.  What would she think? 
Would she be mad at me?

   "I ...  I really like it, mom, when you play with my prick.  Man, it
feels good."

   She took her hand away from my lap and smiled.  "Me too, baby.  I like
playing with it too.  I especially like doing it when we kiss.  You kiss
really good for 11." I was proud.

   "Thanks, mom." She smiled again.

   "Do you play with yourself often, Josh?" she asked quietly, smiling
inquisitively, glancing down watching my hand caressing my now hard cock
through my shorts.

   "You mean do I jack-off?  Sure I do.  Man, it feels good."

   She got inquisitive again.  "So, baby, what do you think about when you
jack off?"

   I smiled at her.  "Mostly you, mom.  I love thinking about you.  That's
why today was so great.  Sometimes I think about Bonnie too." She smiled
and bent over and kissed me again.

   "Thanks, baby.  I needed that.  And Bonnie, too?  That's cool.  She is
pretty, isn't she?  Just thinking about her gets me worked up too." That's
neat, I thought, my mom thinking about another woman.  But right now I
wanted her all to myself.  "Are you okay with me talking about Bonnie,
Josh?" she asked quietly.

   "Yeah, sure.  I think you and her are the prettiest women around.  I
don't blame you for liking her.  Actually I'd ...  I'd like to watch you
kiss her; just like you did the girl in the store.  That'd be way cool."

   "Mmmm, yeah," she whispered quietly.  "That'd be fun.  You are naughty,
baby.  Really naughty!" She smiled at me.

   "Would you do me a favor, baby?  Would you take your prick out now and
play with it while I drive home?  I'd really like that, watching you in the
car.  It would be really neat for me, baby."

   I looked at her and smiled.  "I will if you'll pull your skirt up more
so I can see more of your legs." She smiled back at me.

   "You're naughty, Josh." She raised her ass off the seat and pulled the
skirt up to her stomach, exposing her beautiful shaved pussy.  "Mmmm, is
this high enough, baby?" she cooed.  She looked around the outside of the
car.  There were a couple of people walking in the parking lot, not paying
attention to us.  Now I was rock hard again.  I looked at her and smiled.
Then I completely removed my shorts and briefs.  My cock stood at full
attention.  She watched my every move.  I moved the seat to a slight
recline position but quite prone.  I started playing with my cock.  I
looked at her.  She was watching me intensely, licking her lips.

   "I want to fuck you, mommy," I told her quietly.  "I want to fuck your
cunt again, just like this morning." She simply nodded; eyes wide.  She
started the car and we left the parking lot.  It was the longest ride home
I ever had.  Every once in a while her hand would go to her lap and she
would run a finger between her legs.  Once in a while she'd put her hand
inside her shirt and squeeze a tit.  I thought we'd never get there.  My
prick was rock hard all the way.  I was playing with myself gently.  I was
trying desperately not to cum.

   It was simply the best day of my life.  When we pulled in the garage she
closed the garage door immediately.  I got out, still naked from the waist
down.  I watch my cock bob as I entered the house through the garage door.
I hoped Andi wasn't home, but in the state I was in I really didn't care.
My mom was right behind me.  The house was quiet.  She told me to go into
her bedroom.  I stood there, waiting for her.  She came in right away and
walked over to me.  She smiled and reached for my little cock.  She kissed
me again.

   "You're not going to last to long, are you baby?" she asked quietly. 
"Because you're a little small yet we're going to fuck a little
differently. We're going to do it what's called `doggystyle'.  It will be
easier for you and it'll feel better for me.  Mmmmm, fuck, I can hardly
wait." Her breathing had increased; her eyes were now a little glazed. 
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, Josh.  When I used to give you
baths I'd play with your little prick, waiting for the day you'd finally be
big enough to stick it inside me.  Today is the day, baby.  I want you.  I
want you to shoot your cum right up my cunt.  I can't help it." She went
down on her knees and looked at my cock intently.  Again she took it into
her mouth and sucked.

   "Mmmm, nice and wet." She got on her hands and knees, on the bed.  "Go
behind me, Josh.  Look at my ass and cunt, baby." She still had her shirt
on.  Her hand went between her legs.  Her legs spread.  Gently she drew a
finger through her ass and then the folds of her labia.  She was very wet.

   "Right here, Josh," she cooed, inserting her finger into her love canal.
"Right here, baby.  Put your cock in there and start pumping baby.  I can
hardly wait."

   Her cunt was nothing less that gorgeous.  The folds of the skin were
just a touch darker than the lips of her labia.  I was mesmerized by the
beautiful organ.  Her finger kept running through the folds.  I was as hard
as I had ever been in my life.  Even her asshole was beautiful, I thought.
It was puckered.  I wanted to kiss it.  I wanted to kiss all of her.

   She was starting to moan.  "Come on, Josh.  Fuck your mommy, baby.  Put
that beautiful cock right inside me.  Please, baby, I need it.  I want it.
Shoot your load up me.  I want to feel your boy cum inside my cunt. 
Please, baby, fuck me.  Fuck me!"

   I lowered myself to my knees.  I aimed my cock towards the folds of her
cunt.  Finally she could stand it no longer.  She gently grabbed my prick
and guided it to the proper spot.  The tip of my cock met her folds.  Her
ass came back slightly against me.

   "Push, baby, push," she almost shouted.  Gradually I entered, inch by
inch.  I had never experienced such a beautiful feeling in my life.  The
muscles of that beautiful organ grabbed by little prick.  Her finger went
to the top of her cunt.  She began rotating her finger.  Her head went
back.

   "Oh, god, finally," she moaned.  "He's finally all the way inside me. 
Oh, god, Josh.  Pump baby, pump." I started pumping.  I had never felt so
good.  I increased speed.  It was natural.  Now her ass was matching my
movements.  I was really fucking my mom.  I was in ecstasy.  Because I was
so small, a couple of times I fell out.  She simply grabbed my cock and
re-inserted it.  Finally I could feel my balls start to contract.

   "I'm going to cum, mommy.  I can feel it."

   "Oh, yeah, Josh.  Cum for mommy.  Yeah, baby.  Shoot it right up my
cunt, baby.  Oh, god.  Do it, baby."

   Her voice set me off.  I could feel the climax; the intensity.  My cum
was shooting into her.  My head was back, my eyes closed.  I was almost
screaming.  "Oh, man.  Oh, fuck.  I'm shooting into you, mommy. 
Aaaaahhhhhh!" I kept shooting and shooting.  I was in heaven.

   Finally it was over.  I was still inside her but my cock began to
soften. Her ass was still moving, but without the intensity.  Her head was
back, then down.  Then back up again.  She was moaning quietly.  I withdrew
slowly.  My cock exited with a "plop." Again her hand went back to her
cunt. She gently manipulated the folds, open and closed, trying to keep my
discharge inside.  Finally, she rolled over on her back.  Her eyes opened.
She looked at me and smiled.

   "I want to fuck you for ever, baby.  That was soooo awesome." She closed
her eyes again.  I got up and went to my room, leaving her on the bed in
her rapture.

   She was right.  It was "awesome." I wanted to do it again and again and
again.  My mom was going to be my lover.  She was going to teach me and I'd
be her willing student.
   ...  to be continued