Author: wolfcub
Title: Young Lover
Summary: A young woman falls for a cute, pre-teen boy.
Keywords: Fb 1st preg

"Shouldn't you be in school?" Jennifer was taking advantage of the 
warm, spring weather to get her yard in shape. She had been pulling up 
weeds in her front yard, and for the past 15 minutes, she had had an 
audience of one.

Kevin was the 11-year-old boy who lived next door to her. He had 
strolled up the sidewalk and sprawled himself out on his front yard. 
Now, he was lying on his belly with his bare feet kicked up in the air, 
watching her.

"It's spring break," Kevin said flatly, as he pulled himself up off the 
ground and wandered over closer to Jennifer.

"Shouldn't you be a little more excited?" 

Jennifer admired Kevin's well-defined chest and flat stomach. He didn't 
quite have the muscular look of a teenager, but it was clear that he 
spent a lot of time playing sports. Most of his wavy blond hair hung to 
his shoulders, but the rest of it went off in several different 
directions, giving him a wild look.

"My friends are all either at camp, visiting relatives, or on vacation, 
somewhere. I'm bored."

"Well, instead of watching me pull weeds, why don't you help?"

Kevin rolled his eyes. It was the kind of suggestion his mother always 
made. Whenever he was bored, there was always some chore to be done 
that was even more boring than doing nothing at all.

"I'll pay you," Jennifer quickly added. That piqued Kevin's interest.

"Yeah? How much?"

"Help me with the whole yard, and I'll pay you ten dollars an hour--but 
you have to give me at least 30 minutes of good work." Kevin thought 
about it for a moment. "Come on, that's a good deal."

Kevin dropped to his knees, grabbed the nearest weed, and pulled.

"Hold on. I'll get you some gloves."

Jennifer got up and walked towards the garage. Kevin's eyes started at 
her white tennis shoes and moved up her tan, shapely legs. The cutoffs 
Jennifer was wearing were cut very short, and the very bottom of her 
buttocks peaked out from underneath the ragged edge. She was wearing a 
bikini top, so Kevin had a nice view of her narrow waist and tan back.

He hadn't ever thought of her that way, before, but Mrs. Nelson was 
pretty hot--for a older woman. She was only 24, but that put her in the 
realm with all the other adults Kevin knew: just another person to boss 
him around; not someone to gawk at.

But she was very pretty, thought Kevin. He had recently started taking 
interest in the girls at school--particularly, Haley Johnson. Haley was 
in his fifth grade class. She had long, blond hair that came down to 
the middle of her back, bright blue eyes, and the sweetest smile Kevin 
had ever seen.

He had tried to sit with her at lunch, several times, but she always 
ignored him while she talked with her girl friends. Still, Kevin 
enjoyed sitting near her, watching and listening to her. At recess, he 
tried to impress her with whatever game he and his friends were 
playing. He thought he had seen her smile at him, once or twice.

"Earth to Kevin."

Kevin shook his head and looked up to see Jennifer standing in front of 
him, offering him a pair of gloves. He noticed that her nipples poked 
out against the fabric of her skimpy bikini top. She had smallish 
breasts that reminded him of Haley's budding chest.

"Are you going to work, or what?"

Kevin took the gloves and started pulling weeds, but he couldn't help 
checking out Mrs. Nelson every few minutes. Jennifer was having the 
same problem.

Kevin's only clothing was a pair of loose-fitting cotton shorts. 
Squatting in the grass, Kevin's shorts rode up, giving Jennifer a 
pleasant view of the backs of his upper thighs. She found herself 
imagining how cute his butt must be, just a few inches further up.

Every so often, the two would catch each other checking each other out. 
Kevin wasn't sure why Mrs. Nelson kept looking at him that way, but 
Jennifer knew what Kevin was doing. He looked at her they way her 
brothers had when she was starting puberty: with a mix of curiosity and 
wonder.

By the time they had worked their way down the side of the house to the 
back yard, Jennifer noticed a significant tent in the front of Kevin's 
shorts. Throughout high school, and later in college, she had given 
numerous boys and men a stiff dick, but she was altogether amused by 
the thought of turning on this little boy.

The devious thought that next entered her mind made her smile. "Kevin? 
Would you go get that rake for me, please?"

Kevin stood up and immediately became aware that his penis was sticking 
out straight from his body. He quickly tried to arrange himself so it 
wasn't so obvious that he had a boner, but the loose fabric of his 
shorts were no help.

His penis had started doing that a lot, lately--especially at school 
when he was around Haley--but the shorts he wore to school usually kept 
it hidden. The ones he was wearing, now, did nothing but highlight his 
predicament. He quickly walked toward the rake so that his back would 
be toward Mrs. Nelson.

When he reached the rake, he knew he was going to have to turn around 
and walk back towards Mrs. Nelson, so he did the only thing he could 
think of: He tucked the head of his penis under the elastic waistband 
and carried the rake with his hands in front of his crotch.

By the time Kevin got back to Jennifer, the waistband had slipped, 
slightly, leaving the tip of his penis poking out of his shorts. 
Jennifer's eyes went straight to it, causing Kevin to look down. He 
snatched up his shorts, but that only caused his penis to flop down, 
tenting out his shorts, once again.

Jennifer laughed. "It's okay, Kevin. I have three brothers, so I know 
that happens to boys, sometimes. You don't have to be embarrassed."

Kevin wanted to run away, but Mrs. Nelson was standing between him and 
the gate, so he just put his gloved hands over his crotch and stared at 
the ground.

Jennifer reached forward, put her fingers under Kevin's chin, and 
gently lifted his head so that he was looking her in the eye. She held 
is smooth jaw between her thumb and forefinger.

"Really, Kevin. There's no reason to be embarrassed. In fact, I'm 
flattered that you so obviously think I'm pretty. Boys your age get so 
embarrassed by boners, but they don't undstand that girls like it when 
they realize they can have that effect on boys."

Kevin laughed at hearing an adult use such a taboo word.

Jennifer set down the rake, then grabbed each of Kevin's hands with one 
of her own. He was a little resistant, but he let her pull his hands 
away from his body.

"Hmm...Looks like a nice size, for your age."

Kevin blushed, but laughed with her.

"See? I'm looking right at your boner, and the world hasn't come to an 
end, and you haven't dropped dead."

Kevin laughed, again, at that word.

"So, you think it's funny to hear me using that word?" Kevin nodded, 
shyly. "Well, what word do you want me to use? Stiffy? Hard-on? Woody? 
Or do you think stuffy adults should use the clinical term, erection?"

Kevin started giggling harder with each word until he was laughing 
uncontrollably. This reaction greatly encouraged Jennifer.

"Do you need some private time to spank the monkey? Buff the banana? 
Wank the worm? Choke the chicken? Beat your meat? Jack off? Or do you 
just masturbate?"

Kevin's laughter subsided as he turned a brilliant shade of red.

"Oh, come now! I told you that I have three brothers, so I know all 
about what little boys do in their bedrooms, at night. You are old 
enough that you've started playing with yourself, right?"

Kevin was torn between the strong urge to be a "big boy" and the 
embarrassment of admitting to doing something that all the guys at 
school would make fun of him for.

"Oh, I think he does," Jennifer said in a sing-song voice. "The blush 
on his face tells me that those big muscles in his arms come from 
frequent stroking motions."

Despite being horribly embarrassed, Kevin couldn't stop himself from 
laughing. Jennifer pulled him towards her and gave him a firm hug. His 
soft, warm flesh pressed up against hers, sending her reason fleeing. 
What came next she did without concern for the possible consequences.

She pulled off Kevin's gloves, then her own, and dropped them on the 
ground, then led Kevin by the hand to the picnic table that was in the 
shade of an old oak tree. She knelt in front of him and caressed the 
soft skin of his belly.

"You've worked hard for me, today, and since I'm the one who caused 
that thing to go all stiff, I think I should help you out with it."

She gently pulled down Kevin's shorts, freeing his rock-hard penis. 
Kevin sucked in his breath as he felt the spring air and Mrs. Nelsons 
warm breath brush across his penis.

"Oo! You have a nice one!" Jennifer said, sincerely, as she admired the 
smooth, four-inch-long, slender penis that jutted out from Kevin's body.

Beneath his erection were two, medium-sized testicles that were held 
close to his body in a loose sack. She gently fondled them as she gave 
Kevin's penis a few, soft strokes. Kevin's whole body shuddered.

Jennifer patted the picnic table, and Kevin climbed onto it, sitting on 
the table with his feet on the bench, legs spread wide. She resumed 
fondling his testicles and began slowly stroking his cock.

Kevin tightly gripped the edge of the table with his hands and his 
breathing became deep, slow, and trembling. Jennifer was reminded of 
how quick young boys could be. She let go of his penis and gave his 
testicles a firm squeeze--not enough to hurt, but enough to make Kevin 
squirm just a little.

After a few seconds, Kevin calmed down just enough, and Jennifer began 
stroking him, again. She prided herself on being expert at teasing 
cock, and she was excited by the challenge of keeping this young boy 
with a hair trigger on the edge.

About ten seconds of slow stroking was enough to cause Kevin's body to 
tense, and Jennifer once again let go of his penis. This time, Kevin 
let out an audible groan. The next time, five strokes were all it took 
to get him to the edge. Three strokes, then pause. Three strokes, then 
pause. Jennifer kept him balanced on the edge, and he started to 
whimper.

When he tried bucking his hips to hump her hand, she immediately pulled 
it away. He thrust in the air, a few times, desperate to orgasm. 
Jennifer let him calm down for half a minute before she resumed slowly 
stroking him.

She was certain that he was used to jerking himself at lightning speed, 
and it was obvious that her slow pace was frustrating him. Just what 
she wanted.

She continued torturing him until he was whimpering constantly and more 
intensely, then she gave him ten, quick strokes, his body went rigid, 
and he groaned loudly.

Jennifer was so surprised when a splash of white fluid landed on her 
breasts that she let go of Kevin's penis and gasped. Kevin bucked his 
hips up, desperately seeking contact with his penis as two more jets of 
semen erupted from his penis, splattering Jennifer's belly. A little 
more semen dribble out, and Jennifer had to catch Kevin as he teetered 
forward.

"Well, now," Jennifer said with a laugh. "I didn't think you'd be old 
enough to make a mess!"

Kevin caught his breath and muttered, "Sorry."

"How long has it been doing that?"

"Since Christmas," Kevin answered, sheepishly.

"Oh! Santa brought Kevin a little present, eh? Well, a gentleman 
shouldn't leave a lady in a mess. Go get that towel on the lounge 
chair, over there, and clean me up."

Kevin sprinted over to grab the towel. When he turned around, he saw 
Mrs. Nelson removing her bikini top. The sight of her naked breasts 
stopped him in his tracks.

Jennifer smiled. "Well? I'm waiting!"

Kevin trotted back to her and offered her the towel.

"Oh, no, squirty boy. You made the mess; you clean it up!"

Kevin started wiping his semen off her breasts. Even through the towel, 
it made his body tingle to be touching them.

"What's the matter? Never seen breasts, before?"

"I've seen my mom's before," Kevin admitted, "But yours are different, 
somehow."

"Been peeking on Mommy, have we?"

"No! We don't... I mean... It's just... Well, we don't wear clothes all the 
time at my house. I'm not supposed to talk about it. Mom says there's 
nothing wrong with being naked, but most people think it's weird."

Jennifer noticed for the first time that Kevin's tan ran from his 
chest, belly, and legs, all the way to his feet, without interruption.

"You mean I've have an adorable little boy playing naked just on the 
other side of that fence all this time?"

Kevin's whole body seemed to blush.

"If I'd have known, I would have invited him over sooner." Jennifer 
used her hands to frame her breasts. Kevin was puzzled, for a moment, 
then realized that they were as tan as the rest of her body. He smiled.

"Come here!"

Jennifer sat on the bench and let Kevin climb onto her lap and 
straddled her legs. She took his hands and place one on each breast.

"I imagine you just think of food when you see your mother's breasts, 
which is why you're so fascinated with mine."

Kevin gave her a questioning look.

"You don't remember sucking on your mother's breasts?"

Kevin's face screwed up with an "Ew!" gesture.

"That's what they're for, you know: making milk for babies. Haven't you 
ever seen a mother feeding her baby?'

Kevin thought for a moment, then realized that he had seen women doing 
that, before, but had never been aware that that was what they were 
doing.

"Do your breasts make milk?

"No, I don't have a baby, but my husband and I have been trying to make 
one."

"You sound disappointed."

"Well, we've been trying for a long time, but it hasn't happened, yet. 
If I have a little boy like you, do you think I should let him run 
around naked?"

Kevin smiled and nodded. "It's a lot of fun! When we went on vacation, 
Mom and Dad used to let me play naked on the beach, but they haven't 
since I was seven. They say that little boys can get away with going 
naked easier than older boys can."

"If it were up to me, I'd let you go naked all the time. Little boys 
shouldn't have to bother with clothes. 

"Speaking of getting away with being naked, my husband will be home 
from work in a little while. It wouldn't be a good idea for him to find 
you here, sans clothes. Put your shorts on, and I'll go get you ten 
dollars for helping me out with the yard."

As Jennifer handed Kevin a ten-dollar bill, she cautioned him about 
keeping their non-yard-work activities a secret. "Tell your parents 
that you did a good job helping me out with the yard, but the other 
stuff is a secret, right?"

Kevin nodded.

"We could get into a lot of trouble if you tell anyone about the other 
stuff, okay? It's sort of like not telling people about going naked."

"I won't tell anyone, Mrs. Nelson."

"Call me Jennifer. Do you think you'll be able to help me out tomorrow?"

Kevin smiled. "Sure thing, Mrs....I mean, Jennifer!"


Kevin showed up early the next morning. Jennifer wasn't quite ready to 
start working on the yard. In fact, she hadn't had breakfast, yet. 

Kevin sat down at the table across from Jennifer, and watched her while 
she ate. Jennifer noticed him staring at her breasts, which were mostly 
visible in the loosely-tied robe she was wearing. She also noticed that 
he had his hands in his lap and kept fidgeting.

When she was done eating, she slowly carried the dishes to the sink, 
giving Kevin time to admire her long, bare legs that stretched out from 
the short robe that was barely long enough to cover her buttocks.

She twirled around, then spread her arms, allowing the robe to slip off 
her shoulders and fall to the ground, leaving her completely naked. 
Kevin's eyes widened and went straight to the trimmed line of hair that 
outlined the slit between Jennifer's legs.

"Have I made your little guy stiff, again?" Jennifer said in a 
sickly-sweet voice.

She sauntered over to Kevin and ran her fingers through his hair, then 
motioned for him to stand up. When Kevin's hands went to his crotch, 
she gently pulled them away.

"Now, now! We talked about this, yesterday. You shouldn't be 
embarrassed; you should be proud that you're showing me how pretty you 
think I am."

Kevin moved his arms to his sides and stood up straight, proudly 
showing off the tent in his shorts.

"They say, 'Work before play,' but what fun is that? You can't 
concentrate on yard work if your little guy is all achy from being so 
stiff, can you?"

Kevin smiled and shook his head. Jennifer knelt in front of him and 
slowly removed his shorts. Once again, she teased him mercilessly. When 
she had him whimpering like a puppy, she led him into the living room 
and sat down on the couch with him standing in front of her, then 
brought him back to the edge.

She knew it was wrong, but she had been thinking about it ever since he 
had left her, yesterday. As she gently stroked his penis, she spread 
her legs and pulled him towards her, guiding him to the place where she 
desperately wanted him to be.

Kevin felt the head of his penis touch something warm, soft, and wet. 
He instinctively pushed forward, tensed up, and enjoyed the orgasm that 
swept over him.

Jennifer hadn't expected Kevin to last very long, so she wasn't 
disappointed when he came so quickly. In fact, she was rather pleased 
with herself for getting the boy so aroused that he ejaculated on his 
first stroke in. She pulled him close to her and hugged him tightly.

When his penis finally softened and slipped out of her vagina, Jennifer 
lifted Kevin's head, brushed noses with him, then kissed him on the 
lips. She was rewarded with the biggest smile she had ever seen, so she 
kissed him, again.

"Have you ever done that with a girl, before?"

Kevin shook his head.

"Poor them! We need to get some yard work done, then we can play some 
more."

Jennifer decided they should concentrate on the back yard so that 
neither one of them would have to get dressed. It wasn't long before 
Kevin was sporting a boner, again. She laid down in the grass, spread 
her legs, and let Kevin take her at his own pace. He only lasted 20 or 
30 seconds, but it was pure joy for Jennifer.

They spent the rest of the morning like that. They would work on the 
yard for 20 or 30 minutes, then, when Kevin would get stiff, Jennifer 
would let him mount her, trying out a different position each time. By 
eleven o'clock, Kevin was exhausted.

Jennifer let him nap under the oak tree while she made lunch. Inside, 
she wiped the stickiness from her thighs where Kevin's semen had leaked 
out of her vagina. After they had eaten, she sent him home. She didn't 
want anyone to get suspicious about how much time Kevin was spending at 
her place.

Unfortunately, Jennifer had to work the next five days, and Kevin was 
back in school on Monday, but they somehow found time to get together 
two or three times that week--and every following week.

Jennifer considered training Kevin to last longer--he never stroked 
inside of her for more than a minute before cumming--but she realized 
that a big part of the fun with her young lover was the jackrabbit way 
in which he coupled with her. It was like mating with a wild animal--a 
cute, fuzzy, wild little animal.

Summer meant more time together, and the two took every opportunity to 
be with each other. It was late one afternoon in the middle of August, 
and Jennifer was lying in the grass with Kevin next her, gently 
caressing her body, when she decided to share the news with him.

"Have you noticed that I'm getting a little fat?"

"You're not getting fat!"

"Not even a little?"

"Well, maybe a little, but my dad says it's never a good idea to talk 
about a girl's weight. Besides, I think you look nice."

"Thank you. Put your hand here." She guided his hand to her belly. 
"Does it feel soft and flabby or firm?"

Kevin squeezed a little. "It feels a little firm."

"Well, that's because it's not fat. It's a baby. I have a baby growing 
inside me."

"You're pregnant? Wow! That's what you wanted, right?"

"Yes, and there's something else: It's your baby."

"My baby? How?"

Jennifer laughed. "How? What do you mean, how? What do you think we've 
been doing for the past five months? Don't you know how babies are 
made?"

"Oh, yeah. I just didn't realize... How do you know it's mine? You said 
that you and your husband have been trying for a long time."

"That's how I know. We had been trying for almost a year. When I found 
out I was pregnant, I counted backwards and figured out that I most 
likely conceived that first day you squirted your sperm in me, you 
little stud, you."

Kevin stared in awe at Jennifer's belly and tenderly caressed her 
little bump.

"That's really my baby growing in you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow!"

"'Wow' is right, but it has to stay our little secret, okay? I'm gonna 
let my husband think it's his because he really wants to have a baby 
with me. He was upset when I didn't get pregnant right away, but he was 
very happy when I told him I was finally pregnant."

"He knows, already?"

"Yes. I told him right away, but I wanted to wait to tell you until I 
was showing a little. I wanted you to be able to see what you did to 
me, so you'd know I wasn't just messing with you."

"And you're sure I'm the one who made the baby?"

"Sweetie, you've sprayed so much sperm in me, I'm surprised I'm not 
pregnant with triplets!"

Kevin laughed with her.

"Does this mean we won't be able to...you know..."

"Kevin, we'll be able to 'you know' for a while, yet. We'll probably 
have to stop a few weeks before the baby's born, and it may be a few 
weeks after before we can start, again, but I'll let you in on another 
little secret: I want a big family."