("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Surrogate Mom by Inkmaster (address withheld) *** After a sports injury, Trisha our married neighbor gives my son massages to help him recover. (F/m-teen, mast, intr) *** PART 1 The first thing I want to say is: THIS IS A TRUE STORY. IF you don't think stuff like this goes on in YOUR community, open your eyes. We have been neighbors with Trisha and her husband, Carter for 4 years, since I was 15. My dad died when I was 14. He was a regional vice president for his company. He was killed, along with a newer guy, named Ramon, in a multi car pileup in California. After he died, my mom, Jennifer, found out he had planned for our futures very well. He had multiple life insurance policies that made mom a multi millionaire widow at the age of 32. A little background might help here. My name is Mickie. I'm 19, about 5'10", I weigh in the neighborhood of 170. I visit the gym 3 times a week, so I'm in pretty good shape. I got my dad's dark, curly hair. My mom Jennifer is 36. She's 5'4, a trim 120 pounds. She has long dark red hair that hangs to the small of her back. Trisha is 39, and must be 5'10" or so, as she is as tall as I am. She is a very healthy 140 pounds, and wears her hair collar length. I really think she is the most beautiful black woman I have ever seen. Her husband, Carter, is 43 and 6'2". He is very muscular and weighs 230 pounds. Carter keeps his head shaved. He works for the same company my dad did, and has taken over his responsibilities with the company. Trisha and Carter are almost like an extended family to mom & me. We are always at each other's houses, barbecues, swim outings, everything. Trisha is a registered massage therapist, but she does it as a hobby rather than as full time employment. She worked with mom, practicing on her throughout her training until she was licensed. Mom is always bragging about how good Trisha is, and how well she sleeps after one of her massages. I pulled some muscles in my lower back lifting, and after 2 days of complaints, mom convinced me to ask Trisha for a massage. She immediately agreed, and said she could see me the next night. I went over and Trisha spent about an hour working the muscles of my shoulders, then worked her way down to my lower back. When she was done, I felt a lot better. She set me up with an informal "appointment" schedule, and 2 days later I returned for another massage. After 2 weeks, I felt a lot better. The last time Trisha was giving me a massage, when she got to my lower back, she didn't say anything, she just pushed the waistband of my jogging shorts down lower and began working the muscles right at the base of the spine. As she kneaded the still tender muscles, I realized I was getting an erection. In seconds, I could feel my penis pressing against my belly, fully erect. Suddenly, Trisha said "All done," and stepped back. I was hoping she would leave, but she stood by my side, waiting for me to get up. I just lay still, willing it to go down, but no luck. Trisha asked if something was wrong, and I mumbled no. She waited patiently for me to get up, and when I could stall no longer, I turned over and sat at the end of the bench. She stood next to me, talking about my next visit. She finally said "Well, let's go." I stood up, knowing my penis was still hard, but with no other alternative. Trisha looked down, said "OH!!" but she didn't look away. I picked up my shirt and held it in front of me, embarrassed, but she said, "Don't worry, it happens sometimes." But, that looks painful, so you probably need to get it taken care of." She was smiling mischievously as she said it. I blushed and left. When I went over for my next visit, Trisha acted like nothing had happened, which I was grateful for. I lay down on her massage table, and she worked on the muscles of my middle and lower back. As she got to the bottom of my spine, I felt the same thing happening. I tried everything, thinking of college, grocery lists, car parts, car wrecks (see? I told you I tried everything!). This time, when she was done and I hesitated to get up, she stood next to me, waiting, and when I did stand up she openly looked at my crotch, smiling. Little did I know everything was about to change in a couple of weeks. Late fall was coming up, and Carter was getting ready to leave for a month to go to California for their semi-annual meeting - the same one my dad used to cover. He would make the meetings in Seattle, Denver, San Francisco and Dallas. He probably wouldn't be home until late October. Trisha had set my next appointment for Saturday . We went into the spare bedroom, where she had her massage table and supplies set up. She got everything ready, turned the heat up on the warming pot for the oil she uses, then told me to take off my shirt and lay face down on the table. I did, and she oiled her hands and began working on the muscles of my neck and shoulders, and she began to talk. She told me about meeting Carter, how they both worked while he went to college, how they struggled. She had moved to the middle of my back, and I was really starting to relax and feel good. She talked about moving into the neighborhood, about us moving in and meeting us. She had moved down to my waist and was working right along the top of my shorts. I was suddenly focused when I heard her saying "You know, I've only been with 3 men in my life. Carter was the first man I was ever with. He was 21 and I was a scared 17 year old." She had been kneading the muscles of my lower back , and moved to my legs as she continued. "Shane, a guy we both knew from his college days, was the second man. That happened when I was 24 and we had been married for a couple of years. Something just clicked, and I knew Shane and I were going to hook up eventually. That happened when Carter was gone for a while. "Baby, he was soooo pissed when he found out. But, we worked things out, and I think he knew then I was just gonna have to do something from time to time. He realized I'm married to him, and it only happened a couple of times. Then when I was 31, I broke down and found myself in a situation where I met my 3rd man. I spent some time with Tony, you know... works at the home improvement center, he was, oh, I don't know, probably 20 at the time. You all 3 just alike... Dark curly hair, toned, muscular... Carter kinda knew then I just couldn't keep my hands off them white boys...." As she said "boys", she slid her oiled hand up under the open leg of my shorts and wrapped it around my throbbing erection. She began sliding her hand slowly up and down the shaft, then she would circle her fingers over the head, then jack the foreskin quickly along the length of my cock. I gasped at the sudden contact, and Trisha whispered, "It's okay baby, let me help you. I can take care of all your stress." Her hand slid along the length of my shaft she kept going, "Ummm." Then she would slowly rub the length of my cock, before wrapping her hand around it and giving it a number of quick full strokes. She stopped, and returned to massaging my legs. Then, after a couple of minutes, she slid her hand up my leg, grasping my cock with her finger tips and giving me a number of light strokes, then her full hand encased my shaft as she gave me a couple of quick full strokes. She sensed when I was getting close, as she would stop the handjob and return to massaging me, building the pressure in me. This continued for a while, her oily hand caressing the length of my stiff cock, pulling me closer and closer. Finally, In a soft voice, she said, "Turn over and lift up baby...." I did as I was told and she pulled my shorts down and off. Trisha recaptured my upstanding shaft in her hand, her other hand dropping to cup my full testicles. "Ooohh Mickie, baby you got a nice big dick. I really want to help you feel good... You want Trisha to jack you off, help you cum?" she asked in a low, husky voice. All I could do was gasp out, "Oh jeez Trisha! Oh christ that feels good!" I think every guy has measured their cock, and I'm no different. I've got 7" and the shaft measures 6" in diameter. She continued the pattern she had established, running her fingers over the head before grasping the shaft and jerking me with full strokes, then rolling my testicles around in her warm oiled hand. "Ooh, baby, you got such a nice cock. So young, and hard and ready..." She began jacking my shaft in earnest, her eyes glued to the head of my cock as she worked her hand up and down faster and faster, her fingers barely encircling my shaft as she tightly gripped it. My eyes were about to come out of my head as I stared at her face, my buttocks clenching and unclenching, lifting me up off the table as I drew closer and closer to cumming. Trisha was beginning to breathe deeper, and she kept moaning in a low voice, "Ummm... Yeahhhh." My breath was coming in ragged gasps, when suddenly, I felt that familiar feeling, and I had enough time to cry out, "Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming!!" As my body jerked in uncontrolled ecstasy, she groaned, "Ohh baby, give it to me... let it go... give it to Trisha baby." My first shot exploded out of the head of my cock, landing between my nipples. She continued to jack me off as 4 or 5 more large gobbets of semen landed between my navel and my upright shaft. She smiled at me as she said, "That's what I like about you young studs. Always good for lots of cum." As I settled back on the massage table, she picked up a warm wet hand towel and cleaned the cum off of my upper body, slowly and lovingly cleaning my quivering shaft. "There, now don't you feel a lot better? I can tell you're relaxed now. You really need to take care of these pressures you get. Next weekend, you feeling pressured, you just let me know, OK?" The following weekend, I could barely wait for my massage. When I arrived, Trisha brought me to her massage room, and I peeled off my t-shirt. Trisha started on my shoulders, and commented that I didn't seem as tense as the last time. I told her the massages really helped, that my muscles didn't hurt like before, and I thought I would be ready to start back working out in another week or two. As she massaged my lower back, I felt it again. I guess it was in anticipation of what awaited me, just for the asking. Suddenly, Trisha was leaning over, whispering in my ear. "Mickie, I really think you're still stressed. You want Trisha to give you some relief again, don't you?" "Uh, yeah, it was unbelievable the last time." I said. I got off the bench, took off my shorts, and sat back on the edge of the bench. Trisha gripped my cock and began to slowly slide her slender fingers along the length of my growing shaft. She stopped, dipped her fingertips in the warm oil, then began running her hand along the full length of my erection. She squatted between my thighs, then regained her grip as she began pumping my foreskin up and down. She varied her grip, sometimes a delicate, teasing touch, then a full fisted grip jacking the foreskin along the full length, then she would lightly touch me. Her tightened grip lasted longer and longer, as she stared at the pisshole in my cockhead, her tongue lightly touching her lips, her eyes glazed and glued to my cock. With her other hand, she lightly palmed my balls, rolling them and pressing them up against the base of my shaft as she pumped. Suddenly I cried out, "Fuck, here it comes!!" as my cumshot fired out of my cockhead. Her strokes sped up as great gobbets of cum splattered on my chest, finally shooting 2 last droplets near my navel. Trisha was panting and squirming as she knelt between my outstretched thighs. She slowly got up and got a warm hand towel to clean me up. As she did, she softly said, "Carter been gone to damn long." Continued in part 2... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 55