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Our First Achievement
by Outback Mob (no address provided)
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A young boy trains his mother comply and reproduce.
(b/F, preteen, inc, rom, preg)
***
One evening last summer when I was bathing my son, he
presented me with a very handsome erection. It was
some 100 mm long and 25 mm in diameter. It was stiff
and proud. I was surprised and intrigued because he
was only 9 years of age. It lasted 10 minutes until I
towelled him off before getting him ready for bed.
This was the first time that I had seen an erection on
such a young boy. I thought it was both exciting and
extra-ordinarily beautiful and not just because he was
my son. Its image sat comfortably on my mind that
night. By morning, I had dismissed it as just a one-
off event and didn’t think any more about it until a
few days later when the same erection occurred. T
hen without any notice of me, he slowly began to
masturbate. I was again intrigued and decided not to
interfere but just watch. After a few minutes, he
stopped. Yet his erection remained firm. When I was
drying him, I noticed that he had reddened his skin. I
rubbed some baby lotion on my hands and applied it to
his penis and scrotum. His erection immediately
hardened as his scrotum shrunk in my hand.
I continued to gently rub him realising that I was
actually masturbating my son. He seemed to thoroughly
enjoy it as much as I did. More surprising yet, within
a short minute, he had an orgasm squirting genuine
sperm-like emissions. It was such an erotic
experience. I watched as he closed his eyes, moaned
softly and stretched his pelvis towards me. It aroused
me to no end.
Later I understood that I had no idea that my son
could have sexual feelings at his age or be potent
enough to ejaculate. My thoughts about my son and I
instantly changed. The same episode repeated itself
several times over the next few weeks. I quickly found
that I enjoyed these masturbation sessions. I
researched this experience on the Internet. As much as
I could find out was that boys start masturbating when
boy begins puberty but usually later in the boy’s age.
More importantly, I found no evidence that these
sessions were going to cause any bad emotional
experiences in young boys.
There was a lot of information about child abuse but
none regarding small boys masturbating. I then tried
to learn about what to expect next. The story became
very complex and confusing from here on. Nevertheless,
my son became to expect that I would readily
masturbate him at any bath time. Then a while later he
began offering his erection in the morning while in
bed and eventually when we were watching television.
At first, I refused but his persistence and my
progressive arousal eventually would have me
masturbate him to both our satisfaction. Whenever he
would bring me the bottle of baby lotion, I would
pleasure him. This was a private and enjoyable time
spent between my son and myself wherever it took
place. These sessions became more frequent and more
relaxed as time passed.
Then one morning while administered his orgasm he
casually reached into my robe and simply inserted his
middle finger into my vagina. It wasn’t until his
fingertip entered my opening that I realised that I
was very tender and aroused. Before I could respond,
he hooked his finger and probed for my G-spot. He knew
exactly where and how to stimulate me. I continued to
masturbate him causing me to also reach an exhausting
orgasm. He watched my orgasm carefully as if looking
for some sign then kissed and thanked me as usual
scampering off to bed.
I sat and pondered the event not knowing what to
think. I realized that I had openly accepted, even
welcomed our mutual masturbation. I also realized that
I enjoyed being purposely seduced by my son. I also
realized that I might be a sexual submissive. I again
searched the Internet for answers but not finding any.
I was left to ponder.
He was certainly knowledgeable and was fully aware of
exactly what he was doing to me. The following morning
he arrived prepared with his baby lotion. Only this
time when I oiled him he collected the bottle, coated
his hands before proceeding to administer another
orgasm to me. This time he used his two middle
fingers. Before I was able to recover, he was off to
the bathroom returning with a warm washcloth to clean
up my wetness. All he said was that I was very wet and
then left for to prepare for school.
This activity was repeated for the next few days with
increasing enjoyment on my part. I was so pleased with
my morning orgasms I was afraid to ask my son how he
became so proficient at masturbating his mother. The
real shock came when he lubricated his finger with his
semen instead of the baby lotion. It all went so
smoothly that it was only after I recovered from the
orgasm that I understood that my son had purposely
placed his ejaculate inside me. It took my breathe
away when implications came to mind. I went from a
flash of fear to an overwhelming sense of desire. I
was becoming quite concerned with my thoughts.
One weekend he asked if I would take him hiking in the
local national forest and I agreed not knowing why but
immediately and hopefully anticipating some kind of
outdoor seduction. As we packed for the hike, he
showed me that he had brought along a packed picnic
basket. The walk was uneventful until he said he was
hungry. I agreed and examined my walking shorts and
found that I was wetting myself. He saw my
predicament.
Then with all the prowess of a mature lover, he
removed his pack and spread a picnic blanket on the
grass in front of me. He approached me removing my
pack and then casually unbuckled my belt, undid my fly
and lowered my slacks for me to step out of them. I
was being expertly seduced by a 9 year old boy. I was
amazed that I could not wait to comply with his
action. I was naked from the waist down. He collected
some jelly from his pack and filled his palms. Then
with no other motion, he simply cupped my labia. I
stood fixed to the spot.
He inserted his now familiar pair of fingers to rub
against my sensitive node making me shiver with
anticipation. I was standing in the middle of the
walking track, legs opened wide apart, eyed closed and
humping my hips as my little boy proceeded to
masturbate me for the next twenty minutes ending with
an knee buckling orgasm. Just as I was awaking, I was
stirred with a new experience of having a slippery
digit slid up into my anus.
I quickly recommenced my orgasm as he expertly probed
my second opening. I collapsed on the blanket as he
continued to probe me. I was moaning so load that I
was aware only momentarily of a young hiking couple
walking past us without saying a slightest word.
Finished, I lay flat on the blanket unable to move or
talk.
After a time I regained my composure and he removed
his finger. I looked at him and said, Phillip where
did you learn to do that? Then with total control, he
simply said that he was training me to be his slave
and make his babies. The fact that he was able to make
fertile sperm became an extremely alarming issue to
me. That I was to have his children had never surfaced
in my mind. Yet, my reasoning was so damaged I said I
might agree to make his baby but only when he was old
enough to take of them. Good was all he said.
He rolled me over on my back, spread my legs and after
undressing mounted me as if we had always mated
together. He quickly placed his sperm inside me giving
me an orgasm. He repeated his ejaculations twice more,
each time making me orgasm. I looked up when the same
couple returned walking in the other direction. I
wondered whether they understood that they were
witnessing consensual and planned incest. As Phillip
released me his suddenly materialized my diaphragm
from his pocket.
He positioned it in place telling me not to remove it
until tomorrow. I nodded agreement. I walked back to
the car in disbelief. I finally understood that I was
going to bare my son’s offspring. Three months on and
I’m starting to show. My son is happy with the
knowledge that he has been able to conceive a baby in
his mother.
He knows his mother is elated as well.