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TTT Archive (Treasure Trove of the Titmouse)
Celeste listed several stories as "lost" in her Cumulative Monthly List posted
in late
July. I'm posting those I have to ASS/M and hope those who have others will
do the same.
My reposting will include:
Bushido {Sachi Mizuno} Excerpt only. Anyone got the rest?
Cleave it to Beaver 1 {MrNatural} Is there more?
Dispensation of Grace 3 {Horangi} Anyone got parts 1-2?
Face of Betrayal {Morpheus' Twin}
Hands On {Deidre Ng}
Meeting Shirley {The Observer}
Open Big {Thomas A Long}
Silent Intruder {Annette}
Tammy's Game {Tammy Ng}
Terri's Dilemma {The Observer}
Tonya Harding, Slave Girl {Your Friendly Author}
These stories have been minimally cleaned up. If I have it,
the text includes original headers and footers.
Still missing, as far as I'm concerned:
"Let Your Fingers Do the Riding" by Solo Polyphony
"Under the Table" by DOLFAN353
"Shower Buddies" by Stone Wolf
"'D' Is for Driving" by Dulcinea
"So Shy" by Scott Sanders (young love)
"Stuffing the Old Gobbler" by MrSpraycan
Best,
Titmouse
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Subject: REPOST: Cleave It To Beaver Chapter One (mF)
Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, for example,
people over eighteen years old in the United States. This material consists
of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. Any resemblance between the characters in these
accounts and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you would be offended by the fictional sexual experiences and fantasies of
fictional people - in this case, sons and their mothers, family fun, general
satire and
weirdness - then you should seek other entertainment.
As this is a creation of mine, I would, of course, like feedback from you.
Flamers will be ignored. Rest assured the copyright to this remains with me
and as all rights are reserved, unauthorized use is prohibited.
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*****
Cleave It To Beaver - CHAPTER ONE
When the alarm clock went off, June Cleaver stretched beneath to covers and
rolled onto her side, nuzzling up to husband Ward. He reached across and
slapped at the alarm clock one time, silencing it.
"Morning, June," he mumbled.
"Mmmmmm," June said, entwining her arms around her husband. In a low,
sleep husky voice she purred, "Ward, I think you were a little rough on the
beaver last night."
Ward looked stern as he always did when delivering a moral or lesson.
"Sorry, June. But when a man feels really special about a woman, even his
wife, sometimes he has to express it in ways that are a little decisive."
"Oh, I certainly liked it," she said, her eyes growing wide and innocent as
they so often did, showing that little girl kind of wonderment that often
drove Ward over the edge and caused him to pump gallons of cream into her
still surprisingly tight pussy. "I really did like it, Ward, especially the
part where you had me crawling around on my knees so you could see all of me
open to you without shame or hesitation."
Ward said with great seriousness, "Well, June, sometimes when a man is in a
bedroom with a naked woman, he wants to know that he possesses every inch of
her, body and soul, and he also needs to feel, well, that nothing is hidden
>from him. It's just the right thing to do and I know we all feel better
when you do the right thing."
"Oh yes," she nodded, wide eyed. "We do."
Ward threw back the covers, massaging his generous piss-hard beaver cleaver
as he ambled off into the bathroom. His tool was such a source of pride
that he and June had jokingly named their youngest son after it. June
slipped out of bed wearing her pink baby-doll nightie and went to her
vanity, plucking the dull cotton robe from the back of the chair. She
slipped it on, buttoning it right up to her throat as was proper, and as
soon as she put on her pearls she headed downstairs to fix breakfast.
*************************************
"Jeez, Wally," Beaver called out from his bed. "I'm not feeling too good
this morning. Maybe I'm getting sick or something."
"Shut-up you little squirt," Wally said in a choked voice. "I'm trying to
have a big squirt of my own over here and you keep distracting me."
"Gosh, Wally," Beaver said, turning over on one side and resting his head on
his hand. "Are you pulling on that thing again?"
Wally threw the catcher's mitt down on the floor and sat up. "Well I was
until you started blabbing away over there."
"So what do you get out of doing that?" Beaver said, wrinkling his nose up.
"Does it, like, help your pitching arm or something?"
"Heck no, Beaver," Wally said, tucking his cock back into his pajamas. "It
just makes you feel really good. All the guys do it."
"Together?"
"No, Beaver. That would be kind of goofy, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah," said Beaver. "I guess so." He thought for a moment. "Hey, Wally?"
"What?"
"So what do you think about while you're doing it? Hitting a home run?"
Wally laughed. "Sorta. I mean, after all, you start off thinking about
getting to first base. Like with Monica Davenport. You know what I mean?"
"Monica plays baseball?"
Wally rolled his eyes. "No. Have you ever seen Monica Davenport?"
"Sure. Lots of times."
"And you know she's got - those?" Wally curled his hands up in front of his
chest.
"Hands?"
"Forget it, Beaver," Wally sighed. "Maybe you're just a queer."
"Am not," Beaver said, angrily. "And I don't even know what that is."
"Like Lumpy," Wally said, simply.
Before Beaver could ask about that, he heard his mother's voice calling up
>from downstairs letting the boys know that breakfast was ready.
*************************************
Wally sat at the kitchen table behind his box of Wheaties. He was looking
at Roger Maris and thinking he had nice eyes.
"Where's the Beaver? June asked.
Ward giggled sternly as if to say, "I know where to find the beaver...."
"He said he doesn't feel good," Wally said, wondering if Roger Maris liked
showering with other guys in the locker room. That seemed kind of creepy
and he dismissed the thought.
"The Beaver's not feeling well?" Ward said, and June giggled.
"What's so funny about the Beaver not feeling well?" Wally asked.
"Nothing, son," Ward said, sternly. He glanced at his watch. "I've got to
get to the office. Maybe I should go up and talk to him. Tell me, Wally,
has the Beaver been doing something he feels badly about?"
"Gosh, Dad, I don't think so."
"He usually stays in bed when he saw a friend of his steal something and he
doesn't know what to do about it. Or when he promised two friends he's go
with them to two different places on Saturday at the same time and doesn't
know how to get out an embarrassing bind. Or....."
"Naah," Wally said. "I think it was the hot dogs from the carnival last
night. He ate about six of them."
Ward nodded gravely. "I've told you boys about eating weiners when you
don't know where they've been. Maybe I should go up and give him that
lesson."
"No," June said, "I'll check on him. You go on to work, dear."
Ward got up and gave June a quick kiss and, when Wally wasn't looking,
cupped his hand on her firm and well-rounded ass and gave a squeeze. With
that, he was out the door.
"I'm waiting for Eddie to show up," Wally said. "He needs a ride to school
but I can't wait. I'm supposed to get there early today."
"Is something special happening?"
"No," Wally said. "It's just that I like to be there when the school bus
arrives so I can hang out with the guys."
"Oh, and you wouldn't be getting there a little early to get a look at
Monica Davenport, would you?" June asked.
Wally's face reddened. "Gosh, Mom. Knock it off."
"There's nothing wrong with being interested in Monica Davenport," June
said, smiling as she put her lips around the breakfast sausage.
"Jeez, mom," Wally said, standing up and taking his notebook from the table.
"She's just some tell dumb girl."
"Now Wally. You sound like Lumpy."
Wally bristled. He wasn't like Lumpy. Lumpy wouldn't give Monicaa
Davenport and her oversized breasts a second throught, except to hiss that
she was a cow. As for Wally, he was feeling another boner come on as he
pondered the time Monica had dropped a pen and bent down to get it,
revealing a peek at her expansive titties.
"Are you all right?" June asked.
"Sure mom."
"You haven't been eating bad weiners, too, have you?"
"Gosh no, Mom," Wally said, silently adding that that was Lumpy's specialty.
"Listen, if Eddie shows up, tell him I had to go and it's his tough luck for
being late."
"I will," June promised.
As Wally's car backed out the driveway, the engine purring, June finished
putting the breakfast dishes into the sink and realized she needed to check
on the Beaver. As she reached the base of the stairs, the doorbell chimed.
She opened the door and looked straight into a familiar face.
"Good morning, Mrs. Cleaver."
It was Eddie Haskell, way too skinny for his own good and wearing a huge
smile.
"Good morning, Eddie."
"Is Wallace at home?"
"No," she said, "he had to go on without you."
Eddie frowned and then sniffed the air. "And I hurried, too. I was in such
a tremendous rush not to cause anyone any inconvenience that I forgot to eat
breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day, you know."
"Yes, Eddie. Ward - Mr. Cleaver - teaches us that on a regular basis. So I
suppose you're very hungry?"
"Why yes, thank you very much," Eddie said, bobbing his head as he brushed
past her and headed for the kitchen.
June glanced up the stairs, thought about Beaver, and decided she'd have to
check on him later. When she arrived in the kitchen, Eddie was seated at
the table.
"You look exceptionally beautiful this morning, Mrs. Cleaver," Eddie said as
he watched her dish out the scrambled eggs.
"Thank you, Eddie," she said, smiling.
"I think it's important that a woman - especially an older, more mature
woman - maintains herself even at early hours in the morning."
June felt a little blush move across her, the same little wave of heat that
always accompanied Eddie's sweet compliments. "Why, thank you, Eddie. I'm
sure your mother does the same."
"Yes," he said with enthusiasm. "Although she doesn't have anything like
the very attractive outfit that you're wearing."
June was suddenly aware that her dull green cotton robe was showing too much
of her ankles. She readjusted her pearls, nervously. "Thank you."
"I think older, more mature women have so much to offer," Eddie said.
"What a nice thought."
"Experience," he said. "And nurturing care, something a young man needs.
And....and..." Eddie's voice seemed to trail off a moment.
June glanced around and noticed that Eddie was holding his fork with his
left hand while his right was below the table, fidgeting wildly.
"Are you all right, Eddie?' June said. "You look a little flushed."
"I'm fine," he said. "It's just that seeing you look so very
attractive.....I mean....you...."
"Eddie?????" June said, stepping closer.
Eddie flinched and tried to move to shield himself, but she caught sight of
the tip of his cock peeking out through his clenched fingers.
"Why, Eddie!!!" June said with some alarm.
"Gosh, Mrs. Cleaver," Eddie stammered, so rattled he got to his feet and
backed away from the table, still gripping his throbbing erection. "I'm
sorry....I...."
"What's this?" she asked, wide eyed. "Don't tell me for once you are
speechless!"
Eddie's mouth worked like a fish gasping in the air.
June had always liked the way Eddie made her feel - his honest compliments
which to some seemed overblown but to her seemed the sign of a young man who
was feeling a bit smitten. She'd had little thoughts now and then about
Eddie and, looking at Eddie as he held his cock in his hands, caught in the
act, it seemed obvious he'd had more than a few little thoughts about her!
June took a step forward and let her hand drift down until it encircled
Eddie's hand. She guided it away and looked down, eyes widening even more.
"Eddie, may I tell you that you have an extremely large penis!"
"Thank you, Mrs. Cleaver."
"I think it's important that a boy have a good knob on him," she said,
sounding more like Eddie than Eddie himself. "It gives a boy pride."
"Yes ma'am," he managed. "Thank you."
June smiled to herself -- Eddie was surprisingly well hung and it made her
laugh to think of all the times Ward had called Eddie a little prick!!!!
Eddie's tool was exceptional, of course, but it was no match for the beaver
cleaver of Ward. Still, it was a pleasant surprise. She began to work her
fingers up and down the shaft, the tips of her nails gently tickling his
oversized testicles. "Why Eddie," she purred, "I always knew you had
balls....but..."
Eddie was in another world, eyes glazed, and she wasn't sure if he was
hearing anything.
June's fingers worked expertly and she licked her lips gently. She let her
fingers drift up and down the length of the shaft, lightly, twisting a
massaging. As if in a trance, Eddie reached out, hesitantly, and touched
at the mounds beneath June's plain green cotton robe. As his fingers made
contact, June felt his cock twitch. Emboldened, Eddie tugged at the knot
that held the robe together, but his fingers fumbled wildly.
June stepped back, releasing her grip on Eddie's tool, and carefully undid
the tie on her robe, letting the garment slip to the floor. She stood
before Eddie in her pink baby-doll nightgown, her full breasts swelling and
her nipples poking at the fabric. As Eddie watched, she let each spaghetti
strap down along her shoulders. Then, careful to keep the gown in place
with her arms, she stepped back.
"Wally was going to get to school early to see Monica Davenport," June said.
Eddie, paralyzed, said nothing.
"Maybe you'd rather go see Monica?"
Eddie, more deeply paralyzed, still said nothing. He did manage, after a
moment, to summon up enough power to shake his head from side to side.
"Are you sure you don't want to go see Monica?"
Eddie nodded and stammered. "She's just a.......girl," he managed. "You're
a......woman..."
"Well Eddie," she said, dropping her hands so that the gown opened. "How
nice of you to notice!"
Eddie stood there, brain on fire. His eyes swept across June Cleaver's
ample chest. The breasts before him weren't as large as his moms' -
nobody's were and he had snuck peaks at them often - but June Cleaver's
breasts had an almost alabaster perfection to them, a creamy color with
dark, pert nipples. They were astonishingly free of any trace of gravity's
pull which, he had just learned in science class yesterday, could draw
entire planets out of orbit. But her breasts - perfect.... Her hips were
wide, but not too wide, and she had a small waist. He had never seen her
legs before, either, not really, and he was astonished by what he saw. They
were long and slender. He imagined what they'd feel like wrapped around him.
Perhaps the most astonishing thing - although he'd only a moment to think -
was her bush. He had seen his mom naked one time and she looked like a
jungle. Mrs. Cleaver's patch was shaped carefully, much like the bushes at
Mr. Preston's mansion that were carefully trimmed back and sculpted.
June Cleaver stepped closer and guided his head down until his tongue could
flick at her nipple. Eddie clung to her, mouth clamped down, and sucked as
hard as he could.
"Your tongue," she said. "Use your tongue...lick it...."
Eddie obeyed as best he could. He felt his cock jerking and was afraid he
was going to shoot off all over her. June felt his eagerness and wanted to
slow him down, but she suddenly remembered poor Beaver upstairs, perhaps on
his deathbed with weiner poisoning. Knowing that her duty as a mother
should come first, she decided it was time for Eddie to do the same...
.
"Eddie," she said, quietly....
Eddie's mouth was clamped on her breast like a sucking barnacle and he was
in another world. She slowly lowered herself and he followed, finally
letting go as they lay down on the kitchen table. It was sturdy - Ward had
given a lesson on how maple tables are meant to support weight - and she
knew from experience it could take a lot of pounding without the legs
cracking - and Eddie was much lighter than Ward!
Eddie was almost crazed now, and his cock was pulsing wildly. He climbed up
on the table and held his prick in his hand. When June took hold of it, he
expected her to guide it into that sweet hole he'd read about in Swag
Magazine, but instead she guided him up and onto her so he was sitting
astride her. She then guided his painfully hard cock between her rich,
creamy breasts and held it there, a prisoner.
"Fuck my titties," she said in a sweet, mom kind of voice.
Eddie looked down into her innocent, wide-eyed face, seeing that smile and
warmth in her eyes. He began to buck like crazy, his cockhead peeking out
>from between her breasts. He was long enough that when he pushed forward
she was able to lick at the head, hot tongue flicking at this slit.
"Oh, jeez," Eddie moaned, "Mrs. Cleaver...."
"I've never had a big boy's cock between my breasts before," she cooed. "Do
you like it? Do you like feeling my breasts all around you?"
"Yessssssssssss......." He hissed.
June put her head up slightly and found she could easily nibble on Eddie's
cockhead. She let her tongue roam around it, outlining the head again and
again as she swirled. She took just the head between her lips and sucked,
feeling Eddie tremble. Then she allowed the cock to slide down along her
tongue toward her throat. She guided Eddie forward a little and was able to
swallow the boy's rigid prick down deeper, tightening her throat muscles.
Eddie moaned.
Although the position was awkward, she could bob her head enough to slide
him in and out from that depth and she pumped her head a little faster.
Eddie rose up a little to get a better angle and she gladly took more of him
until his balls were bouncing off her chin. She reached up and took hold of
her nipples, pinching them and moving her hands quickly up and down. It was
just enough pain to feel good - any more would be too much.
In spite of his excitement, Eddie was holding on as best he could,
completely amazed to find himself on a kitchen table having his dick sucked
by the woman of his dreams. It seemed so wildly impossible that he was
almost watching it happen to someone else. Then, the reality began to sink
in and his balls rumbled and quivered.
June felt his excitement growing. By now, her fingers had drifted down to
the wet warmth between her legs and she was finger-fucking herself as fast
as she could.
Eddie sat back, straddling her, and put his cock between those luscious
white breasts. Wild, he pumped his hips and saw his cockhead, now purple
and engorged, beginning to twitch.
"Come on," she said as she felt her own orgasm approaching. "Let it
go....all over me..."
"Can I?" he managed. "Is it ok, Mrs. Cleaver?"
"Come on," she repeated. "Now....."
Eddie fucked her faster now and although he wanted it to go on and on, the
feel of her soft, pliant breasts around his cock was too much for him. From
deep within he felt his cock respond to the vigorous tit-fuck.
"That's it!" she said. "Give it all to me, Eddie."
Unable to stand it another moment, Eddie felt his body spasm and twitch,
shooting a scalding load across Mrs. Cleaver's throat and face, much of
landing on her pearl necklace. He came for what seemed like a full minute,
completely soaking her. She caught as much of it as she wanted in her
mouth, her own fingers bringing her to a thunderous orgasm at the exact
moment the first wad hit her.
"Are you all right?" she asked.
He panted. "Yes." Then he quickly added, "Do I have to go to school?
Couldn't you let me stay here today?"
"And what kind of a note would I write to your teacher?" June Cleaver said,
smiling. "No, you have to run along, Eddie. Ward - Mr. Cleaver - always
says you shouldn't let anything get in the way of your education..."
"I think I'd learn more here," he said.
"Well Eddie," she said, beaming. "What a very nice thing to say!"
She was aching for more, of course, for something much more, but then
remembered her little Beaver up in bed.
Two minutes later, Eddie was out the door, walking a bit drunkenly down the
sidewalk. June watched him for a moment and then started up the stairs.
After all, her Beaver was in need.
And she was his mom.
END OF CHAPTER ONE
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