____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety o o of stories. They have been submitted by people from o o all over the world. Also from alt.sex.stories (News o o groups). There is no particular order other than o o offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not o o be used for profit without obtaining the author's o o permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult o o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Mother by wankmydiddly (wankmydiddly@gmail.com) *** A mother who loves her son, takes care of his every need. (Fb, preteen, inc) *** Author's Note: all characters and events pure fiction. Abusive behavior is not condoned in any shape or form. *** Chapter 1 You see Charlie, other stuff happened to me at that young age which shaped my sexuality forever. Having been using mum's cunt stained panties for a couple of years, I guess by now I was past age 11 or so, it became more thrilling for me to spunk into her dirty undies, you know that thick yellowish stained bit, sometimes the stain so thick you could peel a bit off and suck on it. Well, I had the urge to spurt my spunk right in there. At first I used to feel guilty after I had cum, and attempt to wipe it out before putting them back. But later, I got more of a thrill from leaving it soak right in. Well, my dad worked odd shifts, sometimes he'd leave home around mid-day not returning until late evening. It was just such a day, a Saturday I well remember, because one of my mates had called by to visit for an hour or so. This was the late 1950's and we had no bedrooms filled with TV sets and games and stuff, my bedroom had just a bed in it. So, anyway, after an hour this pal went home. Early in the afternoon, mum asked me to go with her upstairs, but before we went she had locked up the doors front and back. There were no cars sitting outside houses then Charlie to show folks if you were at home or not, and no phone even. So she knew we couldn't get interrupted. I followed her to my bedroom and was horrified to see on my bed a pair of her panties I knew I had used the day before to spunk into. She closed the door and just stood there, with me blushing to high heaven, panic-stricken. "Pick them up," she said, glancing over at them. I mumbled some excuse. "no, go on, I insist, pick them up," she said, a little louder, "it's ok I won't get mad at you I promise." I had to obey, and did so. "Look in the inside." I opened them and found her usual yellowy white stains plus the telltale marks left by my dried spunk. I was utterly speechless. "I want you to know," she said, "that I don't mind you do that, if that's what you enjoy" "but mum, I errr, I never..." She stopped me. Reassuringly, " it's fine, I want you to have as much pleasure as you can son, but I also want you to know there are things that are nicer still than what you are doing. Remember last week I told you about where babies come from, well I want to teach you a little more of the things you need to know." I was stunned, speechless. "take off your clothes Graham, go ahead its fine, I want you to do it for me." I began with shoes, etc, and eventually stood only in underpants. She slid them down for me and my boyish sized rock hard cock sprang into view. It must have been only 5 inches in those days and pencil thin, but hard as a rock by now. She laid me on the bed, and knowing exactly what she was doing, proceeded to gently stroke the shaft, easing the uncut skin back some. After about four strokes my spunk erupted in the air like a fountain, going higher than I'd ever seen, in the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life. I simply couldn't believe how nice it felt. I pumped jet after jet of my thick white spunk up and over my stomach, chest and her hands. She just knew I wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, but also she knew the next move. Boys of my age could repeat without going soft, and she knew it. Her nimble fingers continued to work my cum covered cockhead. As I lay there groaning with delight she was whispering to me telling me what a good boy I was, and how my cock was so wonderful, and how much she loved her boy, and would do anything for him. She stood up, and slid down her panties, without undressing fully. She used them to clean up my spunk from my tummy. She laid beside me, and raised her skirt, exposing to me, for the first time her hair covered mound. Nobody shaved in those days Charlie. That sight blew my mind, as her legs parted, showing me the vaginal labia opening up, moist, inviting, and what's more I could smell it, that wonderful cunt smell. She pulled me over onto her, face to face, eyes looking into eyes, and I felt my erect cock fall between her legs, onto the labia. Her agile legs opened wider as she reached under me, and guided my throbbing cock towards her vaginal opening. With very little readjustment, the thin shaft eased its way into her moist vagina, until I was in to full depth. It felt like heaven Charlie, absolute heaven. I'd never known anything like it in my life. Her expert bodily movement intensified every sensation, as her cunt muscles squeezed and squished my boy-cock. She continued to tell me what a good boy I was, and how she wanted me to enjoy it, whispering in my ear as the bed creaked and groaned to my inexperienced virgin thrusting's. Obviously, having spunked only 5 minutes before I lasted longer this time. However, her voice in my ear was urging me to cum up her. "c'mon Gra" she hissed, " fill me with your spunk, mummy wants you to cum up me" As she whispered she thrust back in time with me...and of course... POW! I blew my load up her cunt. Streams of my next wad filled her cunt...as I continued thrusting, not wanting it to end. But the sensations eventually died away, and I lay on her, eye to eye, she smiled up at me, lovingly. "oh fuck Gra" she whispered " that was lovely, I love you so much baby boy, now gently slide yourself of me, so I can wipe myself clean, that's it, that's the way" I slid off and she caught the oozing spunk in her discarded panties before it could mess her skirt or the bed. I watched fascinated by the whole process, as the scent of her raw sex filled my nostrils. That pussy sure smelled so good to me. I suppose having cum twice that quickly I was now more relaxed an my cock softened slowly. She lay there for a moment or two...after wiping...then looked over smiling... "That was beautiful, just perfect" she whispered. I attempted to say...sorry mum...but... But she stopped me... "Don't be sorry baby boy, mummy loved it, and mummy wants you to have more, I think I'd better undress properly." She stood and stripped, her firm breasts and large brown nipples on show for me. The clothes dropped to the floor and she stood naked and smiling, my cock now beginning to get another erection. She laid down beside me again, having wiped once more her wet labia, and opened her sweet sweet milky white thighs. That juicy looking gash exposed to me. "now look son" she explained " you may have cum twice, but mummy hasn't even cum once yet, so mummy's going to show you how to do it for me, would you like that ?" "Oh f-fuck yes mum... oh please yes, will you show me?" She smiled lovingly at me, "Of course I will Gra, course I will, get yourself down here between my legs, yes that's it, just get comfy there." She took my hand and placed my index finger on her half swollen clitoris. I didn't have a fucking clue what it was, or what it was for, but I could feel that half erect little bump under my fingertip. "Now if you gently rub on that Gra, mummy will enjoy it." So I did, carefully, gently, but it got a bit dry. "wet your fingertip in your mouth sweety," she whispered. I did so and resumed that stroking motion. Her groans told me I was doing something right. Returning my finger to my mouth frequently moistened it up wonderfully well and also allowed me to taste her juices. She instructed me as to how fast and how hard to rub, helping me all the way as her groans became louder and faster. Her clitoris swelled up, hardening considerably, and her grunting reached a crescendo as she began to tremble and shudder, her legs clamping on my hand, rocking against my fist, my fingers, juices flowed copiously from her vaginal opening, and her grunting was amazing. I thought to myself, what the fuck have I done, when she turned her head to me, smiling, and whispered "Oh Gra... that was fucking wonderful, thank you thank you..." I had produced a wonderful orgasm for her. She pulled me over onto her once more and we kissed, tongues probing, she tasting her own juices, as my now erect cock found its way up her again. I fucked her good and long, and as before she was urging me to spunk into her, my fit young body obliged her, and soon I was pumping more of my semen into her, right into the place I'd come from. I eased my now soft penis from her cunt and rolled aside as I now took control and did the wiping for her. Her smiling face beaming up at her special boy, cleaning his spunk from mummies juicy cunt, carefully studying that little button of a clit, examining her shape, form, juices. Wanting more...and yes more was to come... Chapter 2 I hope you have read part one first, don't get them out of order, they won't make any sense. I simply have to declare here that some is stuff I wished for, and some is what happened, as a kind of disclaimer if you like Charlie. I'll leave it up to you to decide which is which. So, there we were, mid afternoon on that Saturday, in my room. Mum gave me a kiss, and told me to get dressed, then as I did so, she also put on most of her clothes, except the damp panties that had been used to wipe my spunk. We both went downstairs and as I made a cup of tea for her, and poured myself a lemonade, she went to the toilet. I sat in the lounge waiting for her, and when she entered there was a short awkward silence until she came over, took the tea and sat next to me. "Now then," she said quietly, "No-one will ever know what we've done today Graham, it's going to stay as our little secret ok?" "Err, sure Mum... I promise I won't tell anyone, thank you for showing me how nice it is." Her milky white thighs were exposed a little beside me, by her short skirt, tempting me to reach out and caress her leg. However, she pulled my hand off immediately. "No, don't!" she scolded me, "don't do that down here ever again, the doors are unlocked and someone could walk in and find us. That's way too dangerous." I must have looked sad. "Don't be disappointed," she reassured me, "there's still much more to show you, but you'll have to leave it to me to decide if it's safe to do it... ok?" Obviously, I was in no position to argue and agreed with her. "If ever you get horny, and want it, just say these words, 'Mummy I'm hungry please, and I will decide if we have time and space to do it. They will be our special words darling, do you understand?" I didn't say anything. "There will be times," she added, "when I might decide to come to you in your room., for instance early morning if Dad is gone to work on early dayshift, but you'll have to let me decide." * An hour later, after we'd had some food and finished our drinks, my hungry young body was again filled with desire for more, so I uttered our magic words " Mummy I'm hungry please" Mum looked over at the clock, then said, "It's only 4pm, Dad won't be home until 11, we have plenty of time, go lock front and back, then come up to your bedroom." With a pounding heart I did just that, and climbed the stairs. Mum was laying on my bed in just her panties, and I began to undress at her invitation. As I reached my fully naked state, my thin boy-cock sprang out once more to attention, totally erect and throbbing. "We have to be finished up here by 6 o'clock," she commanded, "then it's over until next time ok?" I agreed, and got on the bed beside her, as she pulled me onto a beautiful tongue exchanging kiss, saliva mixing and mingling. "You'll have to let me lead the way, and show you what to do darling," she instructed me, "slide off mummy's pants." I did so, exposing her lovely mound, dark hair covering it, those plump labia forming the perfect shape. "Mummy's going to show you better ways to please me now Graham." as she opened her thighs, exposing the gash to me once again. I followed her instructions and got between her legs as before, kneeling there, my head close enough to smell her sex, inhaling her perfume, filling my head, making me almost swoon. "Begun to stroke me right there again love," she said quietly. "Mmm, yes... that's the spot. Wet you finger a little more..." I could feel the bud of her clitoris beginning to harden as her breathing quickened a little. "Slip a finger up inside mummy's vagina love, have a feel inside, take your time now don't rush me." I obliged her and slid that right index finger into the inviting wet interior of her cunt. It felt fantastic to be in there, feeling around with my finger, making quiet squishing noises, as she moaned approval at me. "Push two fingers up," she moaned, and of course her vagina accommodated both quite easily, as she moaned yet more approvingly at me. At this point, something inside my head told me to go down on that juicy pussy, to get my mouth onto it. I'll never know how I knew what to do, it was instinctive. I lowered my head as I eased the fingers out, and went right down onto it. The gaping vaginal orifice now wet with her juicy secretions, her thighs wide open. The smell filled my head as my mouth made contact, lips closing over the labia minora, tongue extending into the hole. Inhaling, tasting, grunting my delight as I feasted on her open sex. Her groans and reassurance told me I'd got it right. Her thighs began to thrust in time to my lapping, as more and more juices and vaginal secretions flowed from her, and I was able briefly to see that some of those secretions were of the thick yellowy nature of what I used to enjoy so much in her panties. They tasted like heaven as I savored them. It made perfect sense to work on her clit with my tongue tip, and again a gasp of approval met my first clumsy efforts to find the spot. However, I soon felt that clitoris stiffen and swell. Her grunting reached a crescendo as she orgasmed once again, her entire body shaking and shuddering, juices flooded from that beautiful orifice as I lapped eagerly at it. She came and came and came. Then, pulled me quickly up onto her, mouths met, tongues probing as my boy-cock once more found the opening on its own, unassisted. One thrust and I was up her. Right up, feeling that extra wetness helping me in, the muscles of her vagina working me expertly. My thrusting so forceful, our pubic areas bumping together. The feeling and sensation was out of this world as my cock began to pump my thick warm semen into her cunt. Jet after jet spurted up her as her strong arms held me tight to her soft breasts. I was grunting with each thrust as I pumped it into her, totally out of control. Eventually I was empty. My cock began to soften, as I slid it slowly out of her. She was looking up at me smiling lovingly as she whispered "Thank you baby boy, that was simply wonderful, you really know how to please me now. That was perfect." I replied, "I loved doing it mum, will you let me do that some more?" "Oh my darling yes, of course there'll be more, just you wait and see, but right now, clean me using my panties again." I picked up the panties, at first sniffing them, then smiling wiped away the spunk that was oozing from her vagina. She groaned some as the thin cotton material brushed over her sensitive clit, so I tentatively pushed my fingertip onto it. Her grunt of a reaction made me pull away, she was oversensitive after her orgasm, but she was about to show me something new. She could repeat and repeat and repeat, but at that point I was unaware. "Mmm... yes... try that again," she instructed me, "but be more gentle this time." So I did so, carefully, gently massaging the soft bud of her clitoris. Groans of approval once more met my efforts, letting me know I had it right. Then she reached down and pushed my head lower, indicating my tongue was needed. The tip of my tongue brought louder grunts as it worked its magic on her, within seconds she was thrusting her hips at me rhythmically as I stimulated her. She guided me with perfect verbal instructions about speed, intensity, as I simultaneously fingered her vagina opening. Then it happened, my fingers within felt her vaginal muscles contracting and pulsating as she came. A huge orgasm swept over her. It went on and on... juices flowing freely from her. Her instructions to me were quite clear. "Don't stop!" My tongue obliged, the tip continuing to lap at that hardened bud. The orgasm continued. "Don't stop!" she commanded again. So I didn't. My tongue kept her at that peak for what seemed like hours but was in fact around a couple of minutes, as she repeated orgasm after orgasm, my fingers sensing each set of vaginal contractions, as she orgasmed each time. How many times? Dunno, I was lost in the ecstasy of it all. Eventually it ended, the last orgasm and she was spent, utterly satisfied. I went to climb on top again, ready to fuck, but she pushed me off gently. "No, no son!" she gasped. "Can't now, I'm done," she lay back trying to get breath back. So I obeyed. Laying there listening to her soft breathing, my boy- cock still erect once more. Feeling rather proud of myself. She took the lead now, and she began to caress my cock, working it softly and expertly, then got up to kneel next to me. She lowered her head and took my penis into her open mouth, sucking gently on it. My groans told her how nice it was, but if course, she already knew I'd love it. As her mouth worked its magic on the shaft and glans of my uncut cock, my pre-cum was oozing copiously. Her expert fingers of her right hand were caressing and stroking my tight wrinkled ball sac her long nails adding to the sensation wonderfully. "Mum, mum I'm cumming!" I gasped out loud, worried about shooting into her mouth. Her sucking action increased, her fingers scraping across that ball sac even faster, she didn't pull away as I shot my next load. Her hungry mouth devoured all my sperm and I could hear her grunts of pleasure as each shot went into her mouth. I had never experienced a feeling like it before as I pumped spurt after spurt into her mouth. She let the now limp penis flop out, but squeezed carefully and licked off each tiny drop as it oozed from the tip, until there was no more to cum. Then, looked at me and smiled lovingly... "Thank you son," she purred, "mummy loved that. Now let's get dressed, there's to be no more today. And so we did, for the rest of the evening, returned to normal life, just an occasional knowing glance betraying what had changed between us. Things could never be the same again, and I was so happy about that. Chapter 3 So, that Saturday evening Charlie, was spent quite innocently, and though I felt horny, I knew there was nothing more to be had that night. I'd gone to bed before Dad arrived home from work, around 11, and after about half an hour they both went to bed in the room next to mine. I was about to drift off to sleep as I reflected on the events of the day, but decided I'd have one last wank session to help me sleep, after all, my fingers still smelled and tasted of her cunt juices, plus I'd taken a pair of her panties from the hamper to sniff. As I lay there I heard their bed tap tapping against the dividing wall, they were having sex. He was fucking her, his cock up where mine had been earlier, his cock in her juices mixed with my cum, and he had no idea. I could hear the faint grunts and groans thro' the wall, as the bed continued to tap it rhythmically. Then it ceased, all went quiet, he had obviously spunked up her. One of them went to the bathroom just after, not sure which one, but by then I had spunked myself, into those panties, and I was ready for sleep. I had found the day's events wonderfully exciting, my life appeared to have taken a turn for the better for sure. * The following morning at breakfast all was normal, and dad didn't work Sundays, so unless he went out somewhere I'd get no special treats today. Around 11 o'clock that morning, he actually did go out... But only for half hour, I uttered the magic words to Mum but she said no it's not safe, maybe tomorrow. Nothing for it, back to my room, and wanked into those panties again. I had no choice but to take what she was prepared to give me, even though at that age I was gagging for much, much more. So, we all turned in to bed Sunday night, and once more that characteristic tap, tap, tap, of their bed on the wall told me he was up her again, and I wanked as I lay there listening. Around 5:30 Monday morning, I was awoken by that familiar tap, tap, sound. He was up her again, but I knew he was on early shift that day, and usually left at 6 o'clock. Sure enough at 6 I heard him leave the house. I heard mum go to the bathroom, and a few minutes later she came into my room. She smiled that loving smile I had seen so much of on Saturday, and I knew my luck was in. I watched as she dropped her nighty off, standing naked, and then pulled the covers off my naked body, my stiff boy-cock ready and waiting for her. She leaned across and kissed my waiting mouth. I held her, she sighed deeply, "it's safe now son" she whispered in my ear, "I've checked that his bus has picked him up. We've got as much time as we want." She pulled me over onto her naked body, her legs wide open, as my cock found its way to her open count lips, easing straight up inside as we kissed. The ease with which it entered took me by surprise of course, but the reason was simple, her vagina was filled with his spunk already. I was pumping my cock into his juice as well as hers. The sensation of slopping around in his cum was electric upon my brain...it stimulated me even more than I imagined possible, and almost immediately I shot my load in to mix with his. Her mouth locked on mine as I came, tongues probing, gasping, she was loving it even more than I imagined. I left my cock inside, didn't withdraw, it stayed erect, and she held me tight, whispering, "don't stop son, do it again, you know you want to" Chapter Four "Don't stop son, do it again, you know you want to." My mouth clamped on hers next and stifled anything else she was about to say. Her tongue responded to mine, our saliva mingling in my mouth, each breath shared. My cock still hard, even though' I had just spunked up her. I could feel her vaginal muscles working on my stiff rod. She was an expert at milking my cock, and beginning slowly we fucked again. It's impossible to describe how good it felt to be inside her body, it was just awesome. My fit young body worked well, the sensations and feelings building within my penis as we both quickened the pace of our thrusting. My pubic bone bottoming out on hers as I hit full depth. At that age and cock size I hadn't yet discovered the sensation of the cock tip reaching her cervix, that was to come in later years Charlie. My bed creaked and groaned as we fucked, but no -one could hear us. We had total privacy, as if nobody else existed, the only point in life being our mutual pleasure. It felt so safe Charlie, to be up her. Safe is an odd word perhaps, but it was exactly that safety, that was the over-riding feeling, safe in her arms, in her juicy pussy, knowing I was pleasing her. I think her approval was a key part too, I delighted in pleasing her. And so within minutes, putting it all together, my spunk erupted once more into her waiting vagina. Spurting into that beautiful place, mixing with my previous cum and my dad's. As the pumping sensations slowly faded away, she kissed me once more, saying, "oh, Graham, thank you baby boy, that was wonderful" Me, I was simply not good with words, and said nothing in reply, or perhaps just mumbled a thank you. I slowly withdrew my limp penis and rolled off beside her. I watched as she used some tissue to mop up the spunk that was dribbling from her pussy, and then she tossed it aside. "You feeling better now baby?" she asked, "don't forget now, mummy hasn't cum yet, don't you be going back to sleep yet." I got myself into position beside her and began to stimulate her clitoris with my fingertip, using her vaginal secretions as lube to make it nice and slick. Her tiny button clit hardened under my touch, and I knew I was doing it good. Her moans of delight told me that as well Charlie. Once I had gotten her started, I quickly got down between her open thighs and pushed my face in deep. My nostrils filled with cunt juice and spunk immediately, spunk from two people. My tongue extended into her vaginal opening as my eager young mouth clamped onto her sex, and I tasted that wonderful mixture. Whilst still savoring that juicy mixture, I instinctively began to caress her clit with my tongue tip, and her thighs began thrusting up at me as she grunted. Occasionally I thought she was going to cum, but she'd stop me for a second or two, before allowing me to continue. She was 'edging' Charlie. Holding it off. Finally, she let it go, her beautiful body shuddered and shook, juices flowed copiously as she orgasmed again and again, my tongue tip keeping her at her peak for as long as possible. As her groans of pleasure slowly faded, she whispered to me, "Oh fuck son, that was awesome. Fuck your good at this. I've never enjoyed anything as much as this in my life. No-one has ever gotten me off like that in my life." I raised my head from her sex and smiled lovingly up at her, as she pulled me up and off her pussy, then cradling me in her arms, she whispered, "Sleep baby boy, lets sleep now." And so we did, drifted off into dreamland, drunk on the sexual pleasures we had given each other. I was awoken around 9 o'clock the next morning by the smell of breakfast, not having felt her get out of bed, I was sleeping so contentedly. The wet patches on the sheets had dried out by now, and her discarded clothing had been collected and tidied away. After visiting the bathroom, I went down to the kitchen, where she greeted me as if nothing had happened. We both knew differently of course, but she was putting on a great show of normality for me. She was still in her robe, which hung loosely open, exposing her sweet body occasionally, those lovely big brown nipples coming into view here and there. But knowing it was stimulating me, she hastened to cover up. Down here, normality had to rule. There'd be no fumbling or playfulness down here, it was only to be at her calling, and when and where she decided it was safe. I wanted to talk to her about the pleasures we'd had, but she silenced me quickly with an index finger held to my lips and a loud, "Shhhhhh... don't!" "Do you remember you've arranged to meet Mikey over at the mall Graham?" she asked after breakfast. "Now don't you go getting mixed up with any of those common girls that hang round their son." "I promise mummy," I replied. Before I left, I tried once more that magic phrase: 'mummy I'm hungry'. But it was ignored. She had decided to have no more that day it seems. And so, off I went to the mall, to meet my pal Mikey. After we sat and talked some, I was desperate to share my experiences with him, I felt so proud, but just knew I couldn't ever tell. Never... It was our secret. Mikey and I went back to his home later, and I'm sure his mum was looking at me with a kind of knowing look, and even provoking me by allowing her short skirt to ride up as I sat opposite to her, able to see up to her white panties. She knew I was looking, and smiled sweetly as our eyes met, and I began to get that strong urge as my cock hardened, but Mikey was there. I needed to relieve my cock, it was becoming obvious I was hard, so I went up to the bathroom to do it. Once inside I opened up their laundry hamper and dug out a pair of her used panties. Sniffing deeply at that wonderfully stained gusset as I wanked myself off. The effects of her cunt smell filing my head made me cum almost immediately, and I pumped my warm spunk into the gusset, not caring if she ever found it after I had gone. But of course she knew, didn't she just why I'd gone there, and as I sat talking to Mikey she went up and checked that hamper. Returning with a broad grin on her face, not visible to Mikey, but plain enough for me to see. She gave me a little nod of approval. She had seen and felt my spunk soaking into the cotton. She had smelled that characteristic odor that spunk has. She knew. I was to return there later that week, but for now I has to go home, home to normal family life, dad was home from work and normal family life resumed, as if nothing had ever happened. To be continued?