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 The Subway

   Alicia Cortes looked down at her son on the subway seat next to her. 
The twelve-year-old was slumped so far down that his shoulders were almost
on the thinly padded seat, his legs swinging indolently so that the toes of
his sneakers brushed the dirty floor of the car and his heels kicked the
backpack where he'd tossed it under the seat.  His khaki pants had ridden
down, exposing the waistband of his boxers, and the tee-shirt with the
parochial-school crest imprinted on it had ridden up, leaving his flat
tummy naked to his lowest ribs.  The young mother thought about it and
decided that she had never had casual Fridays in Catholic school back home
in Rhone Island.  She could see her wallet working it's way out of the
cargo pocket on the boy's pants leg.  She never carried a purse on the
subway if she could avoid it, preferring the ID case wallet that snapped to
her wrist, and she was in the habit of playfully tucking it into her son's
pocket once they got on the subway.  In the boy's present position, his
knee was poking the bottom of the pocket and the case teetered
precariously. Alicia reached out and pushed it back in, then attempted to
tug the tee-shirt down over his belly.  "Sit up, Paulie," she said. 
"That's no good for your back.  Besides, I don't want people thinking I'm
raising a goon." "Nobody's gonna think nothin'," muttered the kid, even as
he pulled himself upright in the seat.  "They don't see me." Alicia had her
mouth already half open with a dig aimed at the boy's grammar when she was
brought up short by this last statement.  It couldn't be allowed to pass
unchallenged.  "So, you're invisible?" she asked softly.  "Totally,"
grinned the boy, looking up at her through the brown fringe of his hair. 
"So are you.  Nobody sees anybody on the subway." "Really!" his pretty
mother exclaimed quietly.  "Yeah," Paulie replied.  "Look around." Alicia
paused to look first at her little boy.  He had the Cortes nose, she
decided, and around his mouth and jaw he reminded her of her brothers, but
his eyes were his father's.  She had married young, a boy who was a
childhood sweetheart and a distant relative, and all had gone well until
she had her son, and then something had gone wrong inside her beloved.  The
day he slapped her in anger she had taken her young son and left.  That
same day, her grandmother had swept into the rectory in full harpy mode and
by the time her civil divorce was final, so was her ecclesiastical divorce,
based on her husband's breach of his vows.  Alicia's grandmother was not
about to see her grandbaby's chance for a new marriage lost.  "Go on,"
grinned the subject of her reverie.  The young mother glanced up from her
little boy to the young woman next to him on the seat.  She was sitting
quietly, dressed in an elegant suit with a mid-calf skirt, seemingly
absorbed in a paperback novel, but Alicia had the impression that she was
listening to the conversation going on to her left.  There was a faint
smile on her full lips that seemed at odds with the florid, romantic title
displayed on the cover.  Across the aisle, a middle-aged couple were
reading his paper together, but they were surely too far away to have heard
the half-whispers of the boy and his mother.  "You could sit there naked,"
the boy continued, "and no one in this car would say or do anything. 
Except me." "You?" his mother asked.  "Why except you?" "I couldn't stop
myself," the boy grinned, slyly.  "I couldn't keep you hands off you. 
You're just too hot." Alicia was literally taken aback, pulling back
against the seatback to stare at the boy, then look away blushing.  To her
left, a goateed young man in typical "stoner" style sat slumped in nearly
the same posture as that her son had just abandoned.  Under the jeans,
long-sleeved tee and short sleeved sport-jersey, all exaggeratedly
oversized, she could see his cock rising in his lap.  He was definitely
listening, but his eyes were unfocussed on the ceiling of the car, the knit
cap pulled low on his brow.  The young woman snapped her eyes forward,
painfully aware that her nipples were stiff on her full breasts.  She had
chosen to wear a loose peasant style blouse with the knee-length skirt and
clunky stack-heeled sandals, thinking that the muggy spring weather would
be less uncomfortable in the loose garment, but she had no bra to wear with
bare shoulders and her young bosom was firm enough without.  But now there
was nothing but the thin, white cotton to cover the rigid points.  It
wasn't until she turned back to her little son that she realized that no
one really was looking at her nipples.  Her son, Paolo Cortes, honor
student at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Academy and the light of her life,
had unfastened his khaki cargo pants, pushed them and the red-polka-dot
boxers down and dragged the tail of his tee-shirt up, exposing his
beautiful young erection.  Strangely enough, this had been the subject of
her terminal argument with her ex-husband.  The boy had never gotten this
chubby prodigy from his father.  Though she could not tell for sure, since
her Portuguese Catholic family were unaccustomed to being naked in each
other's presence, she suspected he had inherited it from her side, but her
ex had suggested it was a sign of her infidelity.  Her face flaming more
from the insult than from the blow, she had left him, proved his paternity
by modern medical technology and saddled him with such punitive child
support that he would never be able to afford to date again.  She knew that
nothing else in this car would attract a single eye while that limb rose
from her little son's crotch.  She glanced around again.  No one was
looking!  The kid next to her had leaned forward with his elbows on his
thighs, his wrists crossed casually in front of him.  It almost hid the
bulge in the front of his jeans, which Alicia realized didn't come close to
the size of Paulie's gloriously unhidden root.  Letting her eyes travel,
she realized that the couple across the aisle were now aware of the display
and were discussing it behind their copy of the Daily News.  The young
woman on the other side of her son was still pointedly concentrating on her
paperback, but hadn't turned the page for several minutes.  The young
mother turned back to her son, sure that the demonstration was over. 
Wrong. As she turned she felt, before she saw, her little boy's hands on
her breasts, stroking upward, then down, sweeping the elastic neckline of
the peasant blouse off of her breasts until the smooth globes rose over the
elastic and shone in the glare of the fluorescent lights.  Paulie leaned
forward and tongued his mother's right nipple before taking it into his
mouth.  An electric thrill flashed from there to her cunt.  She realized
that her right hand was wrapped around her son's cock and couldn't remember
when she'd reached out and grasped it.  The thought was cut short by the
sensation of the boy's right hand on her pussy.  He had swept up under her
skirt and taken possession of her moist, panty clad minge.  He massaged
deeply into her pussy, pushing the thin nylon between his mother's labia
and soaking it in her now copious juices.  Alicia was sure that there would
be some reaction out of the other passengers to this, but there was still
no sign that anyone noticed and by now the lovely young mother was so
caught up in the action that she found herself reaching out to her son in
completely new ways, as though the half-dozen people with them in the car
were not there.  She pulled him closer by his cock and kissed him deeply on
the mouth.  She was now fully engaged in this "demonstration," romancing
her own child in this public place and sure that she was in control again
when it took a new turn.  Her son disengaged their kiss and whispered,
"Kneel up!" She was committed, now, in a way that she would never have
imagined.  She rolled up, facing the window, her knees on the padded seat.
She reached behind her and pulled her skirt up around her waist.  She was
hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to drag them down to
her knees when Paulie took over.  Hooking the crotch-band with his left
thumb, he dragged it so far to the side that the right leg-hole dug briefly
into her skin before the elastic snapped with an audible pop.  She felt her
little son's beautiful cockhead press against her slick labia and slide
just within.  Something nudged the soles of her sandals and she realized it
was her little boy's knees, or perhaps his shins.  She moved her feet apart
so that the boy could move between.  Her forehead pressed against the
window and she watched the dark rock walls flash by.  She waited, open to
her son, ready for him.  [Insert image here:
http://www.wwoec.com/artist/pbm/sub-ways.jpg caption: "She felt her little
son's beautiful cockhead press against her slick labia and slide just
within."] From the couple across the aisle, Alicia heard the woman's
concerned murmur and wondered if this would be the point where they would
choose to break this up.  "No," the man whispered.  "It's his.  I saw him
wearing it when they got on." Her eyes widened in wonder at this exchange.
Passengers in a subway car are watching a young mother having her pussy
teased by her twelve-year-old son's cock, and the only audible comment
concerns the safety of a possibly unattended backpack.  She was sure that
there was something significant in that fact but had no time to think about
it, because Paulie pressed into her then, parting the swollen membranes and
wringing the hot juices out of her as he filled her.  "Oh, Paulie!" she
grunted.  "My God, you're the biggest thing that's ever been in there!" The
feeling of the warm fluids flowing down her thighs and the musky scent that
filled the car added to the sensation of her own little son stroking into
her to force her higher than she'd ever been.  Or perhaps it was the
realization that she had an audience.  Paulie wrapped his arms around his
mother's body and let his hips accelerate.  Alicia's thighs were now wide
apart, her ass pushed out over the edge of the seat so that her son could
thrust upward into her, bottoming out against her cervix.  "Oh, Mama!" he
moaned against her back.  The train slowed to a stop at the next station
and the doors hissed open.  Someone left from the other end of the car and
two people got on.  The pair of teenagers in school uniforms slowed as they
walked past the fucking couple, but the mother and son did not notice.  The
two girls picked a spot on the bench opposite near the middle-aged couple
and sat giggling together watching the show.  As the doors closed and the
train moved back into the tunnel, Paulie moved his hands up his mother's
body.  She was bracing herself with both hands on the seat-back and the
position had caused the elastic in the neckline of the blouse to ride up
and cover her breasts, but now her son was pushing the garment up from
below so that he could take her teats in both hands and kneed them.  Alicia
held his left hand in hers and used his fingers to squeeze, tweak and twist
her nipple until he got the idea.  His cock had been dragging the edges of
her damaged panties in and out of her cunnie and it was beginning to be an
irritant, so she reached down with her right hand and ripped the garment
from the leg-hole to the waist and tore it free to flutter down her left
thigh to her knee.  With the last barrier gone, Paulie commenced to pound
home into his mother with renewed vigor.  He leaned into her ass, his bare
knees resting against the front edge of the seat, and lay on her back full
length.  "Oh, Mommy!" he cried passionately.  "Mommy, I'm going to come!" A
gasp from across the car would have reminded anyone who was paying
attention that the two young girls were the only ones present who had been
unaware of the relationship of the two public lovers.  "Oh, yes, my baby!"
moaned the young mother.  "Come with me!  I'm coming, now!" "Can I come
inside you, Mommy?" the boy moaned.  "Yes, Baby!" she answered, even as she
felt him begin.  "Fill me!" She would, she decided, worry about the
consequences later.  A puddle had been forming on the floor of the car just
in front of their seat where Alicia's generous fluids had been drooling
from her extended cunt and Paulie's balls.  Now they were joined by the
overflow of the boy's jism as he pressed home against her gaping cervix and
filled his mother's fertile womb to the brim and beyond, the excess surging
back, out through the tightly filled orifice to squirt against his belly
and cascade over the front of the vinyl covered sear and onto the floor. 
As the spasms of his orgasm slowed, Paulie's hips began to move again,
sliding his cock in the warm slickness of his mother's and his juices, and
his flagging erection began to recover.  Feeling this, Alicia raised her
head and looked around.  "No, Sweetie," she murmured.  "We've gotta stop,
now.  Our stop is next." Paulie stepped back, letting his chubby cock slide
free.  Still more pearly fluid flowed out, and a sudden uproar turned the
lovers around to look at the others in the car.  They were applauding. 
Clapping, yes, but also shouts, hoots, squeals from the two schoolgirls. 
There were tears in the eyes of several.  Paulie found himself blushing and
looking down, which led him to observe, "We've got a mess!" "Oh!" exclaimed
one of the girls.  She had her thighs pressed together and her hands in her
panties, but she leapt forward to take Paulie's cock in her mouth,
stripping the remaining jism out with a long suck.  Her friend, who had her
panties around one knee and her fingers in her bare, pink cunnie, giggled.
"That's Monica," she said as she removed the panties from her leg.  "I'm
Melody." "M and M," said Monica, his cockhead resting momentarily on her
chin.  The two were pretty, very young brunettes.  Melody had extracted a
marker from her book-bag and was scribbling on the seat of her panties. 
"We're thirteen.  We go to Willitson," she added, naming the pricy private
school that Paulie had already surmised from their uniforms.  He felt
obligated to answer in kind.  "I go to Our Lady of Perpetual Motion," he
answered, using the students irreverent name.  Then, with some trepidation,
"I'm twelve." "Except for your cock," said Monica, as her girlfriend leaned
in to take his balls in her mouth.  "It's definitely college material."
Alicia was staring in astonishment at this little scene when she felt a
soft hand on her hip.  She looked down to see the elegant young woman
smiling up at her from where she was squatting next to her.  In her hand
was an unwrapped tampon.  "This will keep you from dripping, Sweetie," she
smiled.  As Alicia spread her thighs, the woman slipped the tampon in and
pushed the plunger, removing the applicator.  Then she leaned in and began
licking the young mother's inner thighs.  The older woman next to the two
girls' seat tapped Monica and handed her a small packet of tissues,
gesturing to the two woman opposite.  The two girls had already thoroughly
tongue-bathed Paulie.  Melody took the packet and passed it over, though
the two women showed no sign of using the tissue immediately.  Melody stood
and took Paulie's cock in hand.  "Nickie needs her cherry popped," she
murmured, nodding at Monica.  "Want the job?" "Mel!" objected the other
girl.  "He's too bi-i-i-ig!" "Don't worry, Girlfriend," Melody reassured
her.  "Paulie will be gentle and I'll be there." She turned to the boy and
handed him her panties.  Across the seat was scrawled "M&M" and a phone
number.  "That's my cell.  Call me.  We go together.  And everything you've
heard about Willitson girls is true." Then she left him with Monica and
sauntered over to the teenager who had been sitting next to Alicia.  He had
retrieved the latter's ruined panties and had his cock out and was stroking
it, watching the scene around him.  "Hey, kid," he hissed at Paulie.  "Is
she really your mom?" Then, to Paulie's nod, "Cool!" He looked startled at
the little thirteen-year-old as she grasped his cock.  "What do you want
with me?" he asked her, perplexed.  "I mean, look what that kid's got."
"You're okay," said Melody.  "Whaddya, sixteen?' The boy nodded.  "You're
good for sixteen.  You can't help that he's good for thirty." Then she
grinned.  "And I should know.  I've had both." "Paulie!" called Alicia. 
Her lovely helper had her clean, where it showed.  "I guess there's a limit
to how far you can go and be invisible!" She gestured to their new friends.
"Whaddya mean," grinned the older man, his paper rolled in his hand.  "I
didn't see a thing!" Everyone laughed.  As the train slid into the next
station, Melody fitted the older boy's cock into her cunnie and settled
backward onto his lap.  He had introduced himself as Slide and said he was
a musician.  That and the goatee made him the perfect choice to drive
Melody's parents crazy.  Everyone exchanged hugs and kisses as the car came
to a stop and the doors opened, then the mother and child stepped out onto
the platform.  Checking her son to make sure he had his pack and her
wallet, she noticed the white panties with their black marker message
sticking out of his back pocket.  "You better push that further in your
pocket so you don't lose it," she grinned.  "You wanna go home and order
in?" "Chinese?" asked the boy, eagerly.  "Yeah!" He thought for a moment.
"Mama?  Can we do this some more?" "Uh-huh," the woman answered.  "As much
as you want, as long as you want.  And you can quit whenever you want.  Do
you wanna quit?" "No!" he said.  "Do you?" "I don't think I can," his
mother laughed.  Together, they climbed the concrete stairs into the
sunlight.
   Copyright (C) 2004 by Moonbear.  All rights reserved.