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Seducing My Mom by Billy Kennedy [ Fiction ] [ Consensual Sex ] [ Male / Older Female ] [ Incest ]
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Seducing My Mom
Part 1
Prologue
I had intercourse for the first time when I was 14 years old. I fucked my mother. And it wasn’t her idea; it was mine. I was only 14, but I seduced my 29 year-old mother. I’m sure committing incest never entered her mind until I became obsessed with idea of fucking my Mom and deliberately set out to corrupt her. I look at old photographs and I realize that I was a very good-looking kid at 14, except if you saw the picture you would probably guess I was only 12. My growth didn't begin until I was 16 and then I shot up fast. Not that you’d mistake me for a basketball player; I’m just 6 feet. I might have been small for 14, but I was very advanced mentally. I was only in the 1st grade 3 weeks and they jumped my to second grade, I was no genius, but I was very smart. Obviously I was born with a strong sex drive. My Mom once told me I was always playing with myself from the time I was 2 years old. I know that when I was ten I got a hard on almost every night and stroked my cock till I fell asleep. My cock, now there is a funny thing. I was physically small for my age everywhere but between my legs. At 14 I had 6-inch long dick and it was a thick one. As far as my sex drive, it shouldn’t have surprised my Mom because I later learned she was playing sex games with her older brother since she was 7 years old. fucking boys. And she was younger than me the first time someone fucked her. When she began school she was a very pretty girl and kept getting prettier. All the boys were after her and I guess she satisfied most of them. So I definitely inherited my sex drive from her.
I was ahead of my buddies in discovering that if you stroked your prick long and fast enough you were suddenly filled with a wonderful feeling and a thick white fluid shot out of it. Richard, the kid who lived next store and was 14 when I was 12 taught me. One day I was helping Richard work on his bike in his garage. Out of the blue he asked me if I jerked off. When I was 12 all the guys the same age that I hung out with joked about playing with their prick, so I told him if that’s what he meant my answer was yes. I did it. But Richard said jerking off was different because if you wrapped you hand around your cock and stroked it real fast you got a wonderful sensation and shot stuff out of the end of it. I told him I had never done that and he asked me if I wanted him to show me how. Naturally I said yes. We went out of the garage, at the back there were bushes and if you went behind them no one could see you. Richard push his shorts and underwear down to his knees, leaned his back against the garage and pushed his ass away from it so that his cock really stuck out. I was surprised because it was a big one, almost 6 inches long compared to my 4 inch one. “Now watch,” he said. And began to push his hand up and down on it; and sure enough, after a few minutes white stuff spurted out and he was smiling and moaning. “That was fantastic!'” he said, “Now you try it." So I pushed my shorts down and when my prick came into view I said, “It’s smaller than yours. Do you think I can do it?”
“Try it.”
So wrapped my hand around it and began moving it up and down, but Richard said, “You’ve got to grip it tighter and go faster. Here, give me your prick.” I turned to face him and he grabbed my cock and squeezing pumped it very fast. Suddenly I felt a new sensation coursing through my body. It felt so good I said “Oh, wow!” and I came off for the first time. I told Richard how great it was and thanked him for teaching me.” He replied, “Glad to do it, just don’t tell any I jerked you off.”.
I’ve been jerking off ever since. I loved the feel of my hand sliding along the soft skin of my cock and then the burst of pleasure as I ejaculated. I always aimed my prick so that the cum landed on my stomach. After I had been regularly jerking off, I began to wonder what my cum tasted like. The next time I did it I scooped some up on a finger and sucked it into my mouth. I discovered that it was close to tasteless, but it had a slight light salty-sweet flavor. I scooped up the rest and swallowed it. Eating my own cum seemed really raunchy to me, and doing it made jerking off even nicer.
I’ve told you a lot of personal stuff, but let me introduce myself. My name is Bobby Davis; my mother is Susan Davis. When my mother divorced my father she went back to her maiden name and had mine legally changed to match hers. We lived in the south and my mother married when she just turned 15 and I was born a week later. I missed by 7 days being a bastard. A girl getting pregnant and married at 15 wasn't all that unusual in the south back then and she stayed in school until. she got her high school diploma. My father was only 17; but he had a job his father’s garage. As a matter of fact, by the time he deserted us he was a master mechanic. And desert us he did when I was 6 years old. He had been a good father, took me places, taught me how to throw a baseball over the plate, how to fish, and lots of other things a young boy should know. Even how to fight dirty if some big kid bothered me. The first time a bully tried to beat me up I was 9 and the kid was 12 and almost fat. I used some of what my Dad taught me. I kneed him in the balls and stamped as hard as I could on his toes. Boy did he yell. Of course he eventually did beat me up, I kept swinging and kicking so I know I hurt him some. He had me on the ground but I kept going until some kids broke it up. I found then bullies leave you alone if they know you’ll fight back and probably hurt them even if they win. That applies to anyone, so I never got in a real fight again.
So I only have good thoughts about me father, but one day he was gone forever. When he left us he was only 23 and my Mom 20. Eventually my mother divorced him; she told me my Dad had weakness for very young girls and had runaway with a 14-year-old. We never saw him again. When he left, we moved in with her mother, her Dad was dead. A year later my mother’s luck suddenly changed dramatically for the better. Her father’s bachelor brother died and left everything to my mother. Every thing consisted of small 7-acre farm in another town, and $6000. We moved immediately. Of course, my mother didn’t attempt to operate the farm, but the farmhouse was a 2-bedroom wood frame built 70 years ago and built to last. The neighborhood around the farm had become almost residential when we moved in and Mom sold off 4 one acre house lots at a nice profit. My mother used some of the money to modernize the kitchen and paint the house; all the rest is just as it was built. The remaining money lasted long enough to pay the taxes and utilities for a few years at a standard of living similar to a family not much above the poverty line. Mom had become a very good seamstress and used the small room off the living room my grandfather had used an office, to open a tailoring business. It flourished and now we are what I guess they call working class or lower middle class or what ever. In short we are no longer poor.
As a result of her early marriage, when I was 14 my mother was only 29. But she looked no older than a college coed. Slim, blonde, with legs up to her armpits. Sometimes when she was walking down the street a car full of teenage boys would honk the horn and wave. Imagining seeing her totally nude would turn anybody on. The fateful moment for me had happened when I was five years came when I was 5. I had been sent to play with a friend at his house, but we had gotten into fight about something and his mother brought me home early. When I came through the back door into the kitchen I heard my Mom’s voice from the living room. She was shouting: “Fuck me, Bobby, pound that prick into me!.” I sneaked over to the living room door and peeked in. My Mom and Dad were both naked. He was on top, ramming his cock into her. Of course, at 5 I didn’t know it was called a cock, but I saw what he was doing. I heard my mother shouting, “Fuck me. Oh God fuck me." And then my Dad shouted back. “I didn’t marry you because you were the prettiest girl in school, I married you because you were the biggest slut. And I wanted a girl who loved to fuck and was good at it as I was.” My Mom yelled, “Well, fuck me like I was a slut, pound that big prick into me.” I sneaked away, but I loved my Mom and someday I wanted to do what my Dad was doing to her. And from then on every time I touched my dick I fantasized about it. As I got older and knew more and more about sex my fantasies got became wilder and wilder. And now at 14 when my prick was big enough and I could cum off, I was desperate to do it.
I was smart enough to realize what I wanted would be wrong and getting my mother to have sex with her own son would not be easy. For 2 years I fantasized how to do it and many ideas came to me and were rejected as exciting to imagine, but not possible in the real world. Then when I reached 14 a thought came that I believed might work. And it did! A day came when my young 14-year-old body was lying on top of my mother, both of us naked, my cock plunging in and out of my Mom’s cunt. But before I tell you the story, it’s important to I relate an event that occurred just before I seduced my mother, but had later impact.
A year before our incest began, a young boy moved into a house a little way down the street from us. I learned that the boy’s parents had been killed in an auto accident and he came to live with his Aunt. I saw the kid only rarely; he seemed to stay in the house most of the time.
One day I was walking home from school when I heard kids behind me shouting, “Get the queer!” I stopped and turned around. There were five what looked like 10 or 11 year old boys chasing the kid who had moved in down the street. When he tried to pass me I grabbed him. “Let me go,” he shouted, “ they’ll beat me up!” I held him and the chasers stopped when they reached me. At 13 I was a lot bigger and stronger than these boys so I tried to sound authorities as I could. “What the hell is going on here?”
“He’s a queer. He tries to get boys to fuck him in his ass!”, the boldest one answered. I replied, “Then he deserves it, give him a good beating! Which one of you has he tried to get to do it?” They looked at one another. Their spokesman said, “None of us would ever do that, we’re not queer! But everyone in the 6th grade knows he is.” I continued to stare at their spokesman. “I understand. Did who ever told you say he was one of those this kid asked to fuck him?” I could see the spokesman was looking a little unsure of himself. “What’s your name?” I asked.
“Teddy Delvico.” I nodded my head, “I thought I recognized you. But I don’t understand why you’re chasing this kid. Everyone in the high school knows you asked two guys on the football team if they wanted to do it with you.” The kid blanched. “That’s a lie! I’m not queer! I never did that!” The other four kids focused their eyes on him. “I’m not queer!” he shouted again. “Why should I believe you when everyone in the high schools says it’s true? You believe what you claim everyone says about this boy. Or should I not pay any attention to rumors unless I know myself? ”
The kids got the point; they hung their heads and shuffled their feet. I said, “But you should stay away from him” I looked at the boy, “What’s your name?” “Alex.” “Are you the new kid on my street?” “Yes.” “Then I know all about you and you are a bad guy. You boys, stay away from, Alex here.”
The one who said his name was Teddy asked, “What did he do?” I shook my head, “I can’t tell you, but my cousin lives in the town he came from and when this kid moved in I asked him to check him out. I don’t want to get any rumors started so I won’t tell you what he told me, but, believe, me it’s bad.”
“We won’t tell anyone,” they exclaimed almost as one voice. I nodded, “Well, I guess the lesson I just gave you says I can trust you not to pass on rumors. Alex was arrested when he was 9 years old. Of course he was too young to go to jail, but no one wanted him in the town so that’s why he’s living here. Now this is secret just between us; that’s all I’m going to say.” One of the 5 piped up, “You can trust us, you should tell us his crime so we’ll know why to keep away from him.” I hesitated and then, “Okay, but I’m trusting you to keep it a secret. One day the woman who lived across the street saw Alex and the 8-year old girl who lived next door go into his garage. The lady was a busy-body so she kept watching. When they didn’t come out she tried to call Alex’s mother and the mother of the girl, but no one was home. So she called the police. The cops found Alex and the girl naked and she was letting him do dirty things to her.”
Alex was staring at me with wide-open eyes, but he said nothing. The five kids were almost drooling. The one named Teddy asked. “What kind of things was the girl letting him do?” I snapped, “I’ve already told you more than I should. The things the girl let him do are his business. Now remember, you better keep your mouths shut! Put up your right hand, boys, do you swear to keep this a secret and stay away from Alex?” The five of them solemnly said, “I do!” When I said no more they ran off.
“Come on, Alex, I’ll walk you home.” He looked up at me and said, “What you told those boys are all lies.” I answered, “I know, I was making it up as I went along. Tomorrow every boy in the 6th grade will believe you’ve done things they’ve all fantasized about. They’ll all want to be your buddy and have you tell them all the details of what you did with the girl next store. Just make things up that 11-year-old boys would do if they could get a girl naked in a garage. And only tell things a little bit at a time. Make them work hard to coax it out of you. Believe me, no one will ever believe you’re a queer.” The kid nodded at me and smiled.
“Of course, some kids may tell their mother about the rumors, but the worst that can happen is they’ll believe it and tell the kid not to play with you. Who cares, right? And when their mother tells them not to play with you they’ll want to all the more.” Alex nodded his head and asked, “Why did you do this?” “For a couple of reasons. One, I don’t give a shit if you like boys to fuck you up or ass or not. If you do, you’re not one of those swishy fairies I hate. Second, I don’t like to see kids gang up on someone. Finally, you’re sorta of a neighbor and neighbors should stick together.” As we walked he kept looking up at me like I was a hero to him or his big brother or something. I swear he wanted me to reach out and hold his had! It made me very uncomfortable. After that we never spoke again, but he would wave whenever he saw me. I never imagined that someday all this would useful.
The Story
Chapter 1
Although my mother was single and more than attractive, I knew she didn’t like to go the honky tanks that in the Deep South was where you met men, all of them wanting to get into my mothers pants. It was almost two years since the last time she dated a guy a few times, and I was sure got laid. However, I could remember that before my father left, to my 5 and 6 year old mind, it seemed they were always telling me to go play and locking themselves in the bedroom. And she must have began fucking very early if she was knocked up at 15. My Mom was obviously a woman with hot pants, and not getting as much sex as she needed. I figured my Mom was ripe to seduce. One night I laid down on my bed naked, stroking my 6-inch cock. I had left my bedroom door partly open. My light was on and I was certain my mother would glance in when she walked by. She would get a good look at the size of my prick and her son jerking off. I heard her come up the stairs and I closed my eyes and stroked my cock as fast as I could. After a minute I opened them and caught a glimpse of my mother as she quickly walked away. Obviously she had stood and, for a few seconds, had watched me. In the morning, she didn't mention it.
The very next night when I heard my mother on the stairs I repeated my performance with the door open wider. Again I kept my eyes closed as I stroked my prick, but I could tell that mother’s footsteps had stopped just outside the door. I knew my Mom must be standing there watching her son jerk off. The fact that she stayed there seeing me stroke my prick I believed meant it was turn on for her. I suddenly opened my eyes and she was right there looking in. She didn’t move and we locked eyes for a few seconds, then she slowly turned and walked away. I felt a surge of lust that shot 2 bursts of cum 10 inches in the air and two smaller spurts that oozed out of my cock. All of the cum landed on my stomach. Again I felt so overwhelmingly horny that I scooped it up and pushed into my mouth and I gulped it down.
I am sure millions of mothers have stumbled on their sons masturbating and doubtless acted in million different ways. But I doubt many were turned on, so sexually stimulated that thoughts of incest began to enter their mind. I believe that there must be something in my mother’s genes that had been activated by the sight of her son lying naked beating his thick cock. As I later learned, her sex live began when she was 7 and it had been with her brother. But if I Had not done what I did, her incest gene would never have surfaced. But it had to have been there or she would not have reacted as she did.
However, as promising as my Mom’s actions had been there was still no assurance that my cock would soon be in her cunt. That came the next night. I undressed but kept my door shut. After a time I heard my mother walk past. I waited a few minutes and then opened my door wide, my prick was a hard as a rock and already leaking pre-cum. I began to stroke it and when I felt an ejaculation was near slowed the pace until the feeling had temporarily faded. While I was jerking off I groaned as if I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I knew my mother couldn’t fail to hear me so I watched the open door. Almost immediately she appeared and stood there looking in. I stared directly in her eyes and for a moment our eyes locked; then she returned to intently watching me stroke my cock. My own mother watching me masturbate triggered a blast of white cum shooing into the air. From my stomach I scooped up a big glob of cum and, as my mother looked on, I smiled, sucked it off my fingers and swallowed. As I did it I kept smiling at her and she was smiled back. I scooped up more cum and brazenly held my hand out towards her. She looked, gave her head a little shake ‘no’, and walked back to her room. Remembering that smile I spontaneously erupted again. That night I got to taste and swallow a double load.
How was I going to get her to commit total incest, get to actually fuck my mother? I instinctively knew it had to occur naturally, not just “Okay Mom, can I fuck you?” When I came down to breakfast next morning my mother was already there. She proceeded to act if nothing had happen the last three nights. “What do you want for breakfast Bobby?’
“Just cereal, Mom; I can get it myself.” I filled a bowl with Wheat Chexs, added milk and sugar, sat down and began to eat.
“Bobby, I’ve already had my breakfast, but I’ll sit with you and have another cup of coffee. We need to talk about something. Why do you want me watch you jerk off. That’s not a natural thing to do.”.
“Well you did watch and last night you smiled and winked. You must have liked seeing me jerk off.”
“You’re absolutely right. That’s why we’ve got top put a stop to this before it gets out of hand. What made you suddenly to start flaunting yourself at me, your own mother?”
‘I might as well say it out load. Because I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was 5 years old.”
“Five years old! My God, what could put a thought like that when you were 5?”
I told her. “Every since then I wanted to be on top of you and you say to me, ‘Fuck me, of God fuck me’ and say ‘I’m a slut and I want you to ram that cock into me as hard as you can’. That’s what I want.”
“I actually said those things and you still remember?”
“Yes, like it was yesterday. I want you to love me like a son. But I want to be your secret lover, too. Look how excited I get just talking to you about it.” And I pushed my shorts down to my knees and my 6 inch prick was standing straight up.”
“Bobby, a mother having sex with her 14 year old son is simply wrong. Now pull up your pants or I’m just going to walk away. Oh, God, this is terrible, but talking to my son like this has me a little turned on, too.”
“Are you tempted to feel your son’s cock in your cunt?’
“You shouldn’t be using those kind of words to your mother.”
“What word?”
“Cock and cunt and prick and fuck! Why do I get a tingle in my pussy when I say them to my young son? So it all ends right now. I’m going to go up stairs and dressed and go grocery shopping and we’ll both pretend none of this has happened!” And she did just that. I found a note after she had left that after shopping she was going to visit her sister and I should get my own supper.
The next morning Mom and I ate breakfast and neither of us said much more than “Good Morning” or “Want me to get you another cup of coffee?” Then sounding bright and cheerful I said, “This is going to be another scorcher so why don’t we go swimming?”
“Well, I have no customers until after lunch, but I just don’t feel like digging out my bathing suit. And drive to the park. And around the pool and beach there’ll be a million little kids racing around and screaming.”
“I didn’t mean the park, I meant the river right behind our house.”
“Don’t be silly, Bobby. You know all along the river there’s at least 25 feet of scrub trees and thorny bushes. You can’t even see the river until winter when all the leaves are down.”
I smiled at my Mom, “That’s why it’s perfect; you can’t see the river from the trail along it unless you walk a couple of hundred yards to where the city has cleared everything to make the public beach. Otherwise there’s no way to get to the river without a machete. But some of my buddies decided to make a place where we could swim with no one seeing us. So we could swim naked.”
I told my mother how we had taken tools from our fathers’ collections and spent a whole morning hacking our way to the river. We then cleared an area for a little beach. Johnny had the idea to leave some of the thorn bushes where our path started. Bushes we could pull away when we wanted to get to the river, but would make it hard to spot our path from the trail if you didn’t know it was there. We used it all the time..”
My mother laughed, "You little devils! Did any one find it?”
“We never saw any signs of it. It was great. We could swim whenever we felt like it and we didn’t have to wear a bathing suit. So you see, you and I could cool off in the river by just getting up from the table and walking down the back yard to the river.” Of course I made it sound easier than it was; remember this had originally been a farm and from where I stopped mowing our yard, there were 2 acres of tall grass. “Come on Mom, be a sport. It’ll be fun. Just like when you were a kid..”
My mother sat looking at me for a minute and then stood up. “Okay, you talked me into it. It’s nice for a mother and son to do something together.” I thought, “Yea, like me pushing my cock between you pussy lips and fucking you hard!” And so we walked down to the trail along the river. “I don’t see any path, Bobby”
“Good, but it’s right here,” And using a stick we kept lying just off the trail, I pulled back some thorn bushes and there it was. My mother laughed and started down the path. I followed after using the stick to pull the thorn bushes back. The narrow path zigzagged and then there was a small cleared area with the river very slowly drifting by. Under our feet was a soft layer of dirt (a mess when it rained). Over the years my buddies had stolen bags of weed killer their homes until the soil here and along the path was probably so chemically saturated nothing would grow for a hundred years.
My mother stood looking at the river and smiling. “Okay Mom,” I said, “let’s get undressed and go for a swim. Remember I told you no bathing suits here.”
Of course when I first suggest it, my Mom must have know I hadn’t drop the idea of incest. And over night she must have thought about it and her sex drive must have taken control of her better judgment..
My Mom replied, “I’m still a little nervous. Anyone can see us from across the river. There’s no trees or bushes there.”
“Come on, Mom. You know across the river is a quarter mile of abandoned cotton fields. Someday maybe someone will put in one of those housing developments, but no one ever comes there now.” When my mother didn’t move I decided the time had come for action. While she looked on I took off my Tee shirt, stuck my thumbs into my shorts and underwear, pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of then. There I stood naked, just a few feet separating my mother and my hard cock.
Mom looked at me, “Bobby, you know you’re a little small for 14, but in some ways you’re a lot bigger than most boys your age.” I smiled, brazenly stroked my cock twice and dove into the water. My mother watched me swim across the river. When I swam back I stood up at the shallow place in front of the riverbank. The water reached only to my knees. My cock was still sticking straight out, hard as a rock. “Come on Mom, you’ve got to come in.” All my plans depended on what my mother did next. She turned her back to me and slowly undressed. When she had finished I stood holding my prick and staring at a beautiful round, naked ass, smooth as white silk with an inviting crack running down the center. My own mother’s naked ass! A thrill ran through my body, it was certain now that very soon my cock would be in my mother’s pussy.
“You know, Bobby, I’m your mother. I shouldn’t be standing in front of you naked.”
“I know Mom, but I want you to turn around so much, you’ve simply got to do it”
She said, “It’s an awful, forbidden thing I’m doing Bobby,” and she turned around to face me. She was 29, but with her youthful body she could have been 18. I gawked at my Mom’s petite, firm tits, her flat stomach and where her narrow waist widen into the beautiful ass I had just admired. Her long legs were perfectly shaped and where they joined, surrounded by a thatch of blonde hair, was the object I had for so long desired. Her cunt. Her pubic hair was not thick so her cunt lips were visible through the blonde strands, and I suddenly ejaculated. As the thick white fluid suddenly spurted from the end of my prick into the river, it caused my mother to gasp in surprise. Then Mom said something that guarantee what our secret relationship was going to be. She said, “Bobby you shouldn’t be wasting that cum in the river.”
“Oh Mom, it’s just that you’re so beautiful you made me cum-off just looking at you. You can’t imagine how exciting it is to look at your mother’s pussy while standing in front of her with a hard-on!”
“That’s the trouble Bobby, I know how exciting it is because I know how I feel with my 14-year-old-son looking at and talking about his mother’s cunt. I also know what a terrible thing I’m doing. But when I think about it, for me incest seems to magnify sexual excitement until it’s overpowering. I wish I had more willpower, but I don’t.”
My body shivered with pleasure as my mother climbed down into the river. She was a strong swimmer and made it effortlessly to the opposite shore, although looking a bit awkward because she was keeping her hair from getting wet. She swam back and stood in front of me at the river’s edge. Two naked bodies, one the mother, the other her son. “We might as well say it, you and I going to fuck. We’re going to start feeling about each other as lovers.
“O God yes! I’ve fantasized about it, jerked off thinking about it since I was 5, so yes, I want to be your lover! I want to find out what it feels like to have my prick in your cunt. My own mother’s cunt!”
‘There’s a word for what we’re doing, Bobby. It’s a terrible word.”
“Sure. I’m 14. I know the word is “incest”. And for me that’s what make this so extra exciting; we’re doing something we shouldn’t be doing.”
“Oh God, I know it, Bobby. The thought of my 14-year-old son fucking his mother makes my cunt begin to leak my pussy juice. And it shouldn’t! I should put the thought out of my mind. March right back up to the house and never mention any of this again.”
“Oh Mom, please. You’re not going to do that are you?”
“No, I’m going to lie down on that blanket, spread my legs and say….come on, son, screw your mother.” I almost had another spontaneous ejaculation!
When she was lying on the blanket she spread her legs as wide as she could, and bent her knees in until her feet were together. Now her pussy lips were wide apart and I could see the pink folds inside. My Mom smiled, ‘This is the raunchiest pose I can take, Bobby. It’s a terrible sin to let my own son see me this way, but I want you to see your mother looking as wanton as a slut because I know you want to. In your fantasies I must have looked like the this.”
My mother on her back, spreading her legs for me left me speechless. I immediately dropped down on my knees between her legs and lowered myself till my young cock was just touching my Mom’s pussy lips. And then I did what I had dreamed of for so long. Her pussy was already wet and lubricated by her pussy juice so I plunged my prick as deep as could into her cunt and began to fuck my mother.
As I pumped my mother said. “Ooohhhh……That feels so wonderful..... I haven’t had a prick in me for almost two years and the guy’s cock might have been a little bigger, but it didn’t come close to how good yours feels inside. Let me savor it for a minute before you start pumping. Oh god, this shouldn't feel so good. It's an awful thing I'm doing, allowing my 14 year old son to fuck me. I’m a terrible mother."
"No your not;" I cried, "you're a wonderful mother. For most mothers and sons, the mother letting her son fuck her probably would be wrong, but not for us. No other son would become obsessed with fucking his mother just because he saw her dong it for a few seconds when the son was 5 years old. I'm not so dumb that I didn't know that doing such a thing was forbidden, what I wanted to do was wrong, but that made me want to do it all the more. I wasn't interested in any of the girls at school like I should have, I wanted my mother and no one else. And I wouldn't have my prick in my mother's cunt right now if, like me, you didn't want to commit incest. We're a mother and son who were meant to fuck."
"I'm afraid you're right; incest must be in our genes. The thought of sex with my 14 year old son never entered my mind. But, like when you suddenly wanted me when you saw me having sex with your Dad, the moment a I saw you with your prick hard in your hand and cum shooting out of it, all I could think of was that I wanted it in me. So, no matter how wrong incest is, I want you to fuck me now, pump that cock of yours in and out of your mother's cunt as hard as you can!"
I shivered because my Mom wasn’t talking to me like her 14-year-old son, but like a sex partner. Talking about cocks and cunts and cum-off. The whole situation was so overwhelmingly exciting that I knew I would cum off pretty quickly. And I knew that when the feeling started I would not be able to hold it back.
My mother surprised me as we fucked; she was groaning “Aaahhh….Am I really fucking my 14 year old son? I love it….ahhhh,” as she said it she shuddered. Mom seemed to be swept up on a wave of passion. “Oh god ,….fuck your mother ….. screw your mother …..oohhh …..fuck….. oooooh fuck me hard!.” She flung out obscenity after obscenity, completely consumed with the act of incest. “Oh Bobby, I want your cock in your mother everywhere …… I’d love your cock up my ass…..in my mouth.....oh yeah…….fuck harder……I wish I could suck your prick while you fuck me……oooooh….. I don’t want this to stop…….pound me…… fuck your wicked mother!” I realized she liked dirty talk and so did I.. “Yes, Mom, your son has his cock in your pussy…….” I felt her shudder. “In a minute your son is going to fill your cunt with cum-off. Your own son’s cum-off is going into our cunt, Mom.” My mother seemed nearly out of control. “Fuck …..fuck…fuck ………I love your prick in me….Oh god, I love being fucked by my son!” She had lifted her ass from the ground and was thrusting upwards in an effort to get my cock in deeper. I shouted, “I’ve got my prick in my own mother’s cunt!”. Hearing myself say those words was too much for me. I came off and the feeling was ten times more intense than I had ever experienced.
“I feel your cum shooting into me, Bobby, and it's making me have an orgasm …. Ooooooo … there’s another. Don’t stop. Bobby. Keep fucking me until you go soft. ……..ahhhhh…..the orgasms keep coming…..Oh, god this is so good.”
We had both had enjoyed massive climaxes, but my cock was still rock-hard. I said, "We both had so much pent up anticipation of what we were going to do that when we did it we both came to soon. Do you feel how stiff my prick still is?"
"Oh, I do! Fuck your mother again, Bobby fuck your mother again!" As I began to pump her pussy again Mom kept calling out, "Oh, god, I love my son screwing me....ooohhh, your mother is depraved, Bobby, she can't get enough of her son's cock......fuck me, fuck me, baby ....Ooooooo!" Obscene talking with my mother had gripped me. "You're a terrible mother, letting your son fuck you.....you're my mother and your back pleading for your son to ram it to you!" "That's right!....Ram it to your mother.....keep your young boy cock plunging in and out of your mother......ooooh this is so horny......fuck me harder, Bobby.....fuck your raunchy mother harder!"
I was now so carried away with what we were doing and saying that all I could do was put my face close to my mother and keep calling out, "Fuck....fuck....fuck!" I began to feel a climax rising in my groin as my mother almost screamed, "I want my son to fill his mother's cunt with cum.....oh, god.....I want you up my ass, in my mouth....oh, Bobby, your mother wants her 14 year old son to fuck her everywhere.....,Ohhh ...your giving your mother multiple orgasms, Baby.....now you cum in me!" Her timing was perfect, my young body shuddered and semen erupted from my prick with the power of a fire hose, "There it is, Mom, there's what you wanted your son to give you!" My mother was actually writhing with passion as I filled her. When it finally ended, in our exhaustion, we lay against one another for a long time. I don't think anyone but an incestual mother and son could have felt as sexually fulfilled as we did.
. “Oh Bobby, your mother has never had anything feel that good. I wish you had seduced me when you 10! When I imagine me fucking a 10-year-old boy, it sends chills through me. Oh, I’m such a perverted person! I would never have imagined that incest could make sex so wonderful.”
All I could say was “ I know!” Then I remembered something I liked when I jerked off and had fantasized doing with my Mom. I slipped two fingers into her pussy and came out with a gob of cum-off. My mother watched and smiled when I put the cum into my mouth and swallowed it.
“Bobby, I think your getting addicted to your own cum-off.”
“I am. But it’s really exciting when I am taking my cum out of my own mother’s pussy, I almost making me cum off again!”
“Well then, give your mother some.” So I scooped out more from inside her leaking slit, brought it to her lips and my mother gobbled it up. “Believe it or not, Bobby, I haven’t tasted cum since your father left us. That’s a long time. Oh god, eating my son’s semen. My whole body tingles! Next time I want to eat more of that delicious white stuff. Your mother is going to give her son a blow job and you’re going to fill my mouth with gallons of cum-off.”
“Oh Mom, do it! "Suck my cock until I cum-off in your mouth!"
“I want to so much, but we've got to get back. I’ll teach you lots of ways to have sex tonight, I promise. We’ve committed incest and there’s no going back. So, if you’ll excuse my words, fuck it! You may be only 14 years old, but your prick is magic to me.”
“You know, Mom, I could come off just saying it out loud. "I’m 14 years old and I’m fucking my own mother!’” And sure enough my prick began to stiffen.
“It does sound luscious because it’s so depraved. Mother and son incest. It’s wonderfully obscene!. Bobby, tonight you’ll do lots more to your mother besides fuck her. Come on, we’ve got to get out of here before I’m on my back again with your prick in me.” With that she dressed and hurried up the path with me behind her..
What for so long I had dreamed and fantasized about had happened; I was practically walking on air. As we neared the house I said, “As long as we aren’t going try to fuck again until tonight, I’m going to ride over to Tommy's house after lunch. So I want to check my bike because I think I may have ran over a nail.” I left her and went around to the garage. When I did I saw Mom's sister Ellen’s car in the driveway. I wondered if she had seen us walking back from the river because every couple of steps I had reached over and rubbed my mother’s ass and she had done the same to my crotch. Instead of going into the garage I went to the front door and slipped inside just as my mother came through the back door. I went through the dining room and sat down next to the door to the kitchen.
Chapter 3
Before my mother had a chance to speak. Aunt Ellen placed her hands on her waist, “Well, finally Susan, you decided to come home. I’ve been waiting for half an hour! “
My Mom said, “I’m sorry, but you didn’t call and say you were coming.”
I heard my Aunt take two steps and I knew she must be standing right in front of my mother.”
“My God Susan, you reek of sex!”
“Don’t be silly, who would I be having sex with?”
“Susan, I’m your older sister and I’ve been married for 12 years. I know sex when I smell it. Who is it Susan? I didn’t hear any car pull up. Wherever you've been you must have walked there.”
“Stop talking crazy, Ellen you’re imagining things.”
I could hear my Aunt sniffing and I knew she was smelling Mom. “He must be one of your neighbors, which means you’re having sex with a married man. Oh Susan, I hope you know what you’re doing!”’
“Ellen, you’re my sister and I love you, but if you say one more stupid word about this, I’m going to tell you to leave this house.”
“Alright, you’re a 29-year old woman with a 14 year old son and it’s your life. Now, what I dropped by for is to leave this evening gown. There’s an affair at the country club tomorrow night and I need you to take it in. I’ve lost some weight.”
I though, “Lost some weight!” Aunt Ellen was only five years older than my mother, 34, and she had a figurer to make any male look twice. She was taller and bustier than my Mom and not as pretty. More like handsome or attractive or something. But she had inherited the same long shapely legs. Although she had bigger tits than my mother, they didn’t sag or anything. Sometimes I spent weekends at my aunt’s house using her swimming pool and I always had fantasies about us fucking. She didn’t need to lose weight!
Anyway, my mother told her the dress would be ready tonight and she could pick it up tomorrow morning.
“Thank you Susan. You know that an affair with a married man is going to reflect on me. Damage my reputation when people find out.”
“I’ll say it one more time. I am not having an affair with anyone. Now get out!”
When Aunt Ellen left I guessed that my mother knew I’d been listening, but she said nothing about the conversation. Instead Mom went into her sewing den; I made myself a peanut butter sandwich for lunch and rode over to my friend’s house.
At dinner that evening I was admiring, as I constantly did, my mother’s beauty. At 29 it was in full blossom. With her model’s slim body and youthful features she could easily be mistaken for a teenager, or at the very least, a college coed. “You know, Mom”, I said, “when I look back on my first sexual experience imagine how fantastic it will seem when I know it came when I was only 14 when I fucked my own mother! I dreamed of it happening since I was five, but I still find it hard to believe that my dreams came true.”
“If I was a good mother I would be repelled by a statement like that, but since I’m not, I’m glad it’s true.”
“Do you remember your sexual experience?”
“Do you think a mother should tell her 14 year old son when she began fucking?”
“Yes, if that mother has striped naked in front of the 14 year old son and told him to fuck her.”
“Well, in that case I guess I could tell you about it. Especially because I know hearing about his mother’s first screw will give you a nice hard-on that I can suck later.”
So she began.
“I was 7 years old, one night I came out of the bathroom after taking a shower. When I opened the door to go to my bedroom, I hadn’t put anything on because I thought everyone was downstairs. But when I stepped my 11 year old brother standing right there. We were both surprised, but when I walked past him he reached out and ran a finger inside my pussy. I stopped and looked up at him and he pushed the finger inside and wiggled it around. I still stood there and he said, “Do you like the feeling of my finger in you?’ and I said yes. He took my hand and led me to his bedroom, I sat on the edge of his bed and he ran his finger in and out of me, then two fingers. Of course at 7 I knew we shouldn’t be doing this, but I loved the feeling it gave me. We heard someone start up the stairs so I ran to my own bedroom. After that we did it a lot; he would get naked, too, and I would rub his 11 year old prick. We did that for a couple of years, but gradually he did it less and less. He was 14 by then and I asked him why we had stopped having naughty fun. He said because it frustrated him. He had learned to jerk off and when he played with my pussy all he could think about was putting his prick inside me. “Why don’t you?” I asked and he said I would get pregnant. Of course at 10 I wouldn’t have, but neither of us knew any more than if a boy came off inside a girl she would have a baby.
So I was 10 years old, had been playing sexual games for 3 years and I was still a virgin. I was also hooked on how nice it felt to finger fuck yourself . A year latter I was doling it and suddenly I had my first big orgasm. Wow, was it exciting, and I did it lot. Even though I didn’t want to get pregnant I had been fantasizing about being fucked more and more and more.. One summer day I was taking a short cut home through some fields where there were the remains of a couple of old granite quarries. Underground springs had filled them with crystal clear water and girls were forbidden to go near them because, for as long as anyone could remember, boys had gone swimming in them naked. It was early June and was too cool to go swimming, but when, like a good girl, I was passing well clear of the quarries; I was surprised to hear laughter coming from the direction of one of them. My strong sexual appetite was already manifesting itself and I got a sudden urge to disobey and go over to the quarry and see who was doing the laughing. It was a very naughty urge, Bobby, because I hoped to get my first close look a naked boy other than my brother. When I stopped behind some bushes at one end of the quarry I saw two nice looking boys. about 15, swimming. My young pussy began to get wet while I waited for them to get out of the water and reveal what I wanted to see. When they did and stood on a rock their slim young wet bodies glistened in the sun. I gasped. Hanging between their legs was a good size prick. I was fascinated.
However, Bobby, there was a very serious problem. The handsome naked bodies and dangling pricks that were turning me on were black, and this was the South. Any decent Southern girl, no matter what her age, should have quickly walked away. But, Bobby, I found those naked bodies and cocks excited me and I didn’t care what color they were. What’s more I was 11 years old and overcome with a desire to discover what it felt like to be fucked. I was wearing a skirt; but I slipped off my panties and walked down and sat on a rock across the quarry from them. When they saw me they were about to grab their clothes and escape the danger I represented. But I was smiling and had my knees up and my legs spread, my naked pussy was clearly visible across the quarry. I could tell they were struggling over what to do. After a short time they decided not to run away, they remained standing where they were. Then the boldest boy did a very dangerous thing. He dove into the water and swam over to where I sat. He put his hands on my rock, his body submerged but clearly visible through the clear water. I could see his prick was erect, which excited me.
Looking up at me he said, “A little white girl flashing what’s between her legs to a black boy could get us both in a heap of trouble. What’s you want?”
Just like now, Bobby, when I became consumed by sex, I liked to talk dirty and lost all inhibitions. “I want you to fuck me.”
I could see that my use of a four-letter word shocked him for only a moment. The he replied, “You ain’t the first white girl who wanted a black cock in her. How old are you?” I ‘m not one to lie so I told him I was 11. “Man, that’s awful young to start fuckin’,” he said. I smiled and replied, “Maybe so, but I want to find out what it’s like. If we were to slide over into that tall grass no one could see us”. The boy nodded, “Even though you only 11 you’re a mighty pretty little girl, so I got me hard-on right now!. I guess I’m scared cause you white, but I’d love to fuck you.” He thought for a moment and added. “What about my buddy over there. You willin’ to let him fuck you, too?” I didn’t hesitate, “I’ve never done this before so he can fuck me if I like it when you do it. My name is Susan, what’s yours?” The boy replied, “I’m Steven and that’s Jesse over there.” Then he shouted across the quarry, “Come on over and bring our clothes.”
When the three of us were in the tall grass we would be visible to a passerby only if one of us stood up. Lying between their naked black bodies, I had no trouble slipping off my dress. At 11 I had no tits; never-the-less both boys began to stroke my chest and slowly moved their hands down to my pussy. An electric shock went through me when I felt a finger sliding into my hairless cunt. The boy called Steven said, “I never saw I naked white girl before and I’m as hot as a firecracker. I’m goin’ to be puttin’ my black cock in that white cunt right now.” He placed his body between my legs, but before he put his prick in, he said, “If you ain’t done this before you gonna feel a little pain when I break your cherry and you’re gonna bleed some. But I won’t start really fuckin’ right away, and if you just lay back the pain will go away and my prick will begin to feel good inside you. I know because I done this before. Well, only once before. In fact I’m 15, but I’ve only fucked a girl twice before this and one of them was a big, fat ugly thing that anyone could screw. And Jesse here, he’s 14 and I know even though he denies it, he’s a virgin just like you.”
His speech finished, he began to slide his cock into me and I lifted my head and looked down to see his black shaft go in. Then he hit my cherry and I flinched, but I didn’t cry out. It was just like he said. It didn’t take long before the hurt was gone and I was once more alive with passion. Shamelessly I told the boy to go ahead and fuck me. Bobby, it felt better than anything I had imagine and at 11 I found my self panting. I began softly calling out “Fuck me….fuck me.” And then I experience my first fucking orgasm. It took my by surprise, I had been able to bring my self to orgasms for a while, but this was something else: it felt so wonderful it almost took my breath away. Actually it was a very short fuck; like me, he quickly came off, too, and for the first time I felt semen spurting into me. When he finished I held him so his prick stayed in me until it so soft it slipped out. I looked at that black cock and almost wanted to put it in my mouth. Instead I said, ‘Wow, I liked that. But I hope I don’t get pregnant” Steven laughed. You’re only 11, you ain’t gonna get knocked up. You can’t get pregnant until you start having periods and you’re too young for that” I was thrilled because that meant I could fuck as often as I wanted, too with no worries about having a baby..
Steven smiled and said, “Ain’t no doubt you liked that as much as me so I guess you’re ready to have Jesse here have his first fuck.” Fourteen-year-old Jesse was just a little taller than me; he had a beautiful black body and I could hardly wait for the second fuck of my life. Jesse was quickly up on his knees between my legs, his 5 inch black prick erect. But before he moved over me, Steven, a year older and obviously in command, order him to wait, and he told me to get on my knees and put my ass up. “Little Susan, you about to get screwed doggy style. Jesse, we both gonna’ like this, we can watch her cute white ass and your black dong goin’ in and out of her pussy.” I was a bold girl and like dirty talk, I said, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but this must be a very naughty sight, a little white girl and a young nigger about to fuck her!”
Steven replied, “You don’t hurt my feelin’s usin’ that word considerin’ what we doin’ together. That’s exactly what this is. Two southern nigger boys shovin’ their cocks into a 11 year old white girl. And that’s just how I’ll describe it to my friends.” Doggy style, any style, I didn’t care how I was fucked, I couldn’t wait to experience another orgasm. It was obvious Jesse was paying no attention to our conversation because he was concentrating on shoving his black prick in and out of my tight little pussy as fast as he could. He ejaculated after less than 2 minutes of pounding into me. It felt so good that I quickly had that wonderful feeling running through my body again.
Well, Bobby, you got the picture. That was your Mom’s first screwing. We stayed there a while and they both got hard again and took turns screwing me one more time. Before the last fuck I asked Jesse to pull it out at the end so I could see what cum-off looked like. He told me to look down between my legs, some of it was leaking out of my hairless little slit. "No I want to see how it comes out.”. There was no need to worry, the excitement of fucking an 11-year-old white girl quickly had them hard again and they both sat in front of me and jerked off. So for the first time I saw how a boy ejaculated, saw cum shoot out of the end of their black cocks onto the grass. The sight turned me on so much I asked them to fuck me again, but they said they didn't think they could get it up. Before they dressed I told them I knew they would brag to their friends about fucking a white girl, but asked them to please not say who it was. “It would be me mean,” I said, “if you ruin my reputation and every one starts calling be a “nigger fucker!” Steven and Jesse promised they wouldn't tell my name. I don’t for sure if they kept their word or not, but there were never any rumors about me. We saw each other once in a while walking downtown, but we never fucked again. You know, Bobby, I’d forgotten that from the very first time I engaged sex, it was forbidden sex. And it was quite a beginning for an 11 year old white girl to have her first sexual experience be one where she was fucked four times and watched two black boys jerk off for her.”
Half way through my Mom’s tale my prick was stiff and I took it out and began jerking off as she talked. Before she was finished I had shot a load onto the kitchen floor.
Chapter 4
After dinner my mother did some sewing. I watched some television, but I knew the main thing on both our minds was sex. Eventually my mother declared it was time for bed and I rushed up to her bedroom and stripped naked. When my mother followed a few minutes later and walked into her bedroom I was lying provocatively on her bed stroking my prick.
“My, my, this is shocking. Your mother walks into her bedroom and there’s her 14 year old son lying on her bed jerking off. What's even worse, now your watching while she rips off her own clothes, reaches down like this, and spreads her cunt open for her son to look at. You know I could be arrested for this.”
“Mom, I know incest is a terrible sin, but is it illegal?”
My mother got up and moved the bureau close to the bed and tilted the mirror so that we could watch ourselves. Then she knelt down beside me, pushed my hand away from my rock hard shaft and began to stroke it herself. “Bobby, we are committing a very serious crime. If anyone walked in here and found us naked and me slowly jerking you off, they would have me arrested. I would go to jail and you would be turned over to some agency and put in a foster home. And what I’m about to do is even worse!” She plunged her head down between my legs and instead of her hand around my prick it was my mother’s mouth.
“Mom, one of my favorite fantasies was my own mother sucking my prick!”
Mom looked up for a moment. “Has anyone ever given you a blow job?”
“No, never…..I mean no but, well, sort of”
“Tell me son, what does ‘sort of” mean?”
“It’s a long story, Mom, and kinda bad.”
“Is it about sex? If it is I want you to tell me about it.”
“It’s kinda embarrassing, I mean…”
“Bobby, do you want y our mother to suck your cock?”
“Oh, yes! Just hearing you ask me that is making me even harder.”
“Not before you tell me about this ‘sort of’ blow job.”
“Okay, one day when I was 11 years old there was a kid, Tommy. You never met him because we didn’t hang out together because he was 16. But he was so cool, sometimes I walked over to his house and if he was shooting hoops or something, even though I was only 11 he’d talk to me and let me try to shoot a few baskets. One day when I walked over to see if he was around he was in his garage working on his bike. Called out to him, “I’ve getting a bike, cam I watch what you’re doing?” Tommy said he didn’t care so I walked in and watched him take off his wheel. “I’ve got a flat time, ah….What did you tell me your name was?” “Bobby.” “I remember. Watch and you’ll see how to fix a flat tire.” He continued to do what was necessary and all of a sudden he asked me if I ever jerked off. I told him, yes, if he meant did I stroke my cock in bed at night and that it gave me a neat feeling. I told him most of the of the boys I knew in the 67th grade did it, sometimes we joked about it.
“No,” he said, “that’s not jerking off. Jerking off is when you hold your cock in your fist and stroke up and down fast and you suddenly get a fantastic feeling and stuff shoots out the end of your cock.” I told him I had never heard of that and Tommy asked if I wanted him to show me and I told him sure. Well he said he couldn’t show me in the garage even if he closed the doors because it would make a mess on the floor. So we went behind his garage where there was a row of bushes. We went behind them and Tommy dropped his pants, leaned his back against the garage and did what he said you did. And sure enough, after he was stroked his prick for a minute, Tommy made a loud groan, pushed his pelvis out, and white stuff shot out on to the ground. “Oh God, Bobby, the feeling is sensational! You’ve got to see if you can do it. You can’t imagine how great if feels when you shoot off. Take your dungarees of and try it” So I did. With my pants and underwear around me ankles I did what he did, but nothing happened. ‘You’ve got hold your pick tighter and stroke up and down faster. Here, I you don’t ever tell anyone, I’ll do it for you. Tommy stood close to me, put his hand around my little prick and squeezed hard and pumped faster than I did. It was exciting, having this 16 year old boy stroking me off, sort of”
“Tell me son, what does ‘sort of” mean?”
“It’s a long story, Mom, and kinda bad.”
“Is it about sex? If it is I want you to tell me about it.”
“Okay, one day Tommy and I were in his garage fixing his bike and he asked me if I could come off. I told him if he meant did I stroke my cock in bed at night and that it gave me a neat feeling. Most of the guys say they do.”
“No,” he said,” if you hold your cock in your fist and stroke up and down fast you suddenly get a fantastic feeling and stuff shoots out the end of your cock.” I told him I had never heard of that and Tommy asked if I wanted him to show me and I told him sure. Well he said he couldn’t show me in the garage because it would make a mess on the floor. So we went behind his garage where there was a row of bushes. We went behind them and Tommy dropped his pants, leaned his back against the garage and did what he said you did. And sure enough, Tommy made a loud groan and a white stuff shot out on to the ground. “Oh God, Bobby, you’ve got to see if you can do it. You can’t imagine how great if feels when you shoot off. So I did. With my shorts around my ankles I did what he did and, but nothing happened. ‘You’re not doing it right, you’ve got to make you hand really, really grip your prick and go much faster than you did. Here, don’t you ever tell anyone, but I show you how. Tommy moved close beside me and wrapped his hand around my little prick tighter than I ever thought of doing, then he began to stroke my cock, which was suddenly harder than it had ever been when I held it. A thrill ran through my body and the 16 year old boy I admired so much jerking me off. Suddenly I felt an intense feeling bu8ilding in my, I began to groan, it was the most wonderful feeling I had every experience and suddenly I had a thunderous climax and cum spewed from my dick.
Tommy nearly shouted, “You didn’t! I knew you were very young, but I could tell you were a little boy filled with lust and could cum-off earlier than most kids. Wasn’t it great!” “Oh God, yes! I’m going to that every night, every time I can be alone. I’m going to make you a jerk-off addict! You were a great guy, showing my how to cum-off.” Tommy said, “Lets do it again and I bet it will be even better if we jerk each other off, Bobby, will you jerk me off?” So I grabbed his prick, which was bigger than mine, at least 6 inches long and so thick I couldn’t get my hand all the way around it. At the same time he wrapped his hand around my little, thin 4-inch cock. Were both standing there in the bushes behind his garage, naked from the waist down, our cocks hard as rocks, jerking each other off. We came off almost together, first me, and this time it was even better than the first time, followed by at least 5 long spurts from Tommy that soared our at least 3 feet. As I talked, I noticed my mother began to finger her cunt. “Oh my wonderful naughty boy, giving some boy a hand job while he gave you on. I wish I could have seen it! But you were going to tell me about a blow job.”
“Okay, it’s just that I hate queer stuff, so this is very embarrassing. I was only 12 and I really liked having a16 year old give me a little attention. Of course, he was 5 years older than me so we didn’t hang out together. But sometime after school he’d say we should go by way of his house and jerk each other off. Then a few months later he said instead of jerking each other off we should give each other a blow job. I told him I wasn’t sure exactly what one was, but I liked it when we jerked off together and would try it. We went into the bushes behind his garage and we took our pants and underwear all the way off. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to try it and I said I was, but that he should go first. I leaned back against the garage and pushed my ass a way so that my cock really stuck out. Tommy go down on his knees and took me into his mouth. I loved the felling, it was soft and wet inside his mouth and his lips felt much better than my fist. He began to stroke me with is mouth and pretty soon it felt so good I couldn’t help taking his head and holding it while I pumped my cock into his mouth. I had a really big orgasm and Tommy swallowed it all down. He asked me how it felt and I told him terrific, it was exciting to cum-off in his mouth, it made my prick ache because I wanted to cum-off so much.
Tommy said, “I like it, too.” and he told me to do it to him. So I did. I kinda like it when he shot off in my mouth because I always took gobs of mine and tasted it when I jerk of, but I had never had so much of it. Like he did swallowed it.
After that Tommy got a girl friend and we didn’t do it any more. So, Mom I know what a blow job is, but I only had one once and it was another guy. I get real excited when I think of my mother doing it.”
'Bobby, I never imagined boys did that kind of thing, telling me it turned me on.”
“I know not many give each other blow jobs, but once in while three or four guys will jerk off together. Like sometimes when we go swimming naked in the river. With us all naked some one will suggest it and we do.
“”It’s exciting to know my son started having sex when he was a little boy. But you mother is going to show yo
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