Month: June 2022 (Page 1 of 3)

Kyle’s Little Discovery – Epilogue
By
Caliboy1991

“Don’t leave your backpack on my vanity, Kyle,” Mom said as I set my backpack down. I was looking forward to three whole months of not having to think about school now that summer has arrived.

I smiled sheepishly back at her and hefted my backpack and took it over and dropped it in the closet, in the corner. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Don’t forget what happened last year when you forgot your gym clothes all summer,” Mom said.

I wrinkled my nose. That had been bad. Who knew that damp gym clothes could mildew and ruin a backpack? I shrugged and took my PE clothes from the bag, and dropped them into our hamper.

I looked at the stack of movie rentals we picked up on the way home from the restaurant. There weren’t many ways better to spend an evening than watching movies. I’m so glad Mom likes a lot of the same movies as me. Now that I’ll be in the eighth-grade next year, mom added rated R movies in our mix of rentals.

Thinking over the past few years, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. My home life was rated X, and yet I couldn’t watch rated R movies until a few months ago. Still, I didn’t really mind.

I pulled my shirt off and added it to the hamper as I said, “I picked the last couple of movies. It’s your turn.”

Sitting on the bed, I pulled off my pants as Mom sorted through the tapes. “What about Die Hard. Watch that tonight, and then maybe tomorrow night, we can catch the sequel at the movie theater.”

“Sounds good,” I said as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, just below her breasts. I rested my chin on her shoulder as she pushed the VHS cassette into the player. It still feels a bit weird to be as tall as Mom. However, she keeps telling me that I’ll get a lot taller.

She turned around and kissed me. The longer our lips touched, the more her body pushed against mine. And the more my dick strained at my underwear. Her mouth tasted of the Chinese food we’d eaten earlier. I could almost taste the heat from the General Tso’s on her lips.

The movie was forgotten as I pulled at her T-shirt with our school mascot on it. I dropped it on the floor as I reached around her and unfastened her bra. Over the past few years, I’ve gotten to be pretty good undressing my mom, and I certainly felt myself get even stiffer when her small breasts came into view.

For the moment, I ignored everything else as I sank my mouth onto her left tit, sucking on her nipple, feeling it grow hard against my tongue. Then I knelt and unfastened her jeans, pulling them and her underwear down in a single tug. I don’t know how many times I’ve done this since I was ten, but it never got old. I even leaned in and kissed where her slit and pubic mount met. It was smooth under my lips, which tingled from the touch.

Mom pulled me back up and then slid my underwear to my ankles, where I kicked them off. This was the moment I liked best, when we’re both naked in front of each other. She took me in her hand, wrapping her fingers around my erection.

I’d done more that grow more than six inches over the past few years. Now, that my thirteenth birthday is about two months away, I think Mom likes my dick even more than she used to… and she’s always wanted it. Used to, Mom would wrap just her thumb and index finger around me. But know she can get almost get her entire fist around me when she jacks me off.

She let go of me and crawled onto the bed and lay back and spread her legs. The smoldering look was all I needed. I followed her onto our bed and moved between her legs. I grabbed my nearly five inches and leaned forward, resting my chest against Mom’s breasts. The tip of my dick tingled as it touched the folds of Mom’s pussy. She was already wet, which told me she wanted me inside her just as much as I did.

When my head slid into her pussy, it was already slick. I pushed my pelvis forward, sliding all the way inside her. The warm walls of her pussy gripped my shaft, making me tingle all over. I don’t know how many times I’ve felt her pussy walls grab my dick over the past few years, but it never gets old.

As I slid back, Mom wrapped her legs around my butt, pulling me back inside. My pubic bone glided smoothly against hers. In the past few weeks, I’ve started making semen, and I bet by the end of the summer, I’ll be getting Mom’s help to pluck out any hair that comes in. I know it sounds weird and crazy, but after three years of heaven, I’d become addicted to the smooth feeling of our bodies grinding and gliding against each other, and if plucking or shaving a few pubes was what I have to do, then it was a small price to pay.

My hips rocked back and forth. In no time at all, we found that rhythm where our bodies almost felt like one. Mom’s breathing quickened as she groaned, her head leaned back against the bed, “Ahhh, mmm.”

I sped up as Mom’s fingers dug into my back. Seeing her expression turn to one of bliss, knowing she was close to cumming, made me tingle even more. My balls tingled, my dick tingled, even my belly button tingled as I felt myself closing in on that electrical feeling.

My balls pulled up, and then my dick jerked inside the tight confines of Mom’s pussy. I felt that first hot spasm shoot out of my dick. Bam, bam, bam… With the first couple of jerks, my watery cum shot into Mom’s pussy. Still, my dick kicked, thinking there was more there. I didn’t care. The physical feeling of my semen erupting out of my slit was incredible. Yeah. When I get older, I know there’ll be more, but for now…it was, like Mom says, Nirvana.

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I could hear Kyle in the bedroom. He was watching some TV show, waiting for me. There was nothing more that I wanted to do than get up and go in there. It’s crazy, I know. If you had told me the first time I slid his three inches into me that I would love it even more when he was a bit older, I would have laughed, simply because he’s been perfect at every stage.

But it did get better. When we first started making love, seeing his little erection would make me wet and horny. At least I thought it had. But by the time he was twelve, he was four inches of delight. Seeing him naked made me even hornier and the sex even better. Of course, by then, we had turned his bedroom into his study. He hadn’t slept in any other bed than mine in more than a year.

I guess it was sometime after this last spring break that I felt him ejaculate for the first time. The first time Kyle ejaculated had been a few weeks before the end of the school year. We were making love, him on top of me, when I felt his penis felt like it grew even harder inside me right before he came. I my mind I knew it had mostly felt the same as before. But it didn’t feel the same. I wanted to see it, to experience my boy’s newest development. After pulling him out of me, I only waited long enough for him to catch his breath before going down on him with my mouth. I ignored my taste on his penis, as I slurped and bobbed and sucked.

And sure enough, my boy, just a bit older than twelve and a half years, deposited his second load of semen into my mouth. It was thin and watery, yet sweet on my tongue. We didn’t get much sleep that first night he came. The last time I brought him to orgasm, his cum was dry.

By the time summer came, we made love almost every day. There was one Saturday that we only got out of bed to eat. He came in me five times that day, and each one better than the time before.

And now, that school is just around the corner, there I was, sitting on the toilet, staring down at that plastic stick. Those two lines felt like they were staring back at me, accusing me. I shook my head, uncertain of what to do. Until a few months ago, Kyle wasn’t ejaculating at all, just dry orgasms. And then, when he started producing that clear semen, I figured his body wasn’t making any sperm, at least not yet. After all, he is still smooth, without even a hint of pubic hair. I had expected Kyle’s semen to have no sperm for the first few months. I’d been planning on starting birth control when school begins in the fall.

I looked to the ceiling, as though I would find an answer there.

I muttered, “Shit.”

In my heart, I knew I would have found another excuse come the start of school to hold off the birth control. Somewhere inside, I knew why, too. Simon had been my love, and part of me had died the night I learned he died. Some portion of me was resurrected when Kyle was born. He was the continuation of my love for Simon.

And then, when Kyle turned ten, and our love blossomed into something so much more than just mother and son, my boy filled the same place in my heart that his father had filled. It wasn’t that Kyle was a stand-in for Simon. Not at all. In the same way Simon had been the love of my life when he was alive, Kyle is the love of my life now. And as fucked up as it may seem, I think deep inside, I delayed birth control, hoping in my subconsciousness that Kyle would impregnate me.

As I fretted over my predicament, I came to understand that my subconsciousness had long been at work on this. For the last year or so, my coworkers thought I’d been dating a guy from Houston. It was a convenient lie I came up with when several of my friends at work kept trying to set me up on a date. Still, when I couldn’t hide my pregnancy, the lie was already in place. I could tell them this made-up guy had dumped me upon finding out I was pregnant. Anything other than the truth.

But I couldn’t lie to Kyle. It had nothing to do with the fact he knew he was my one and only lover, but everything to do with how much I love him and that didn’t have it in me to deceive him.

I threw the stick in the trash. I’d need to schedule an appointment with my gynecologist pretty soon. My periods had never been what you’d call regular and predictable. I hadn’t thought anything of it when I missed my period six weeks ago. But missing the second one and the mood swings I’ve had lately, I needed to know how far along I was.

I needed to tell Kyle, and soon. But first, I needed him, and badly. I stripped down and opened the bathroom door. A few steps later, I stood at our bedroom and looked at him. He must have been wanting me just as much as I needed him. He was already naked, his five-inch erection laying almost flat against his smooth belly.

I climbed onto the bed and crawled toward him, not stopping until I straddled him, his penis lying flat against my labia. When I moaned how much I needed him, I don’t think I’ve ever meant it more.

I grabbed his penis, feeling the slickness of his precum, and rubbed his head up and down my labia until his erection was slick with both our juices. I slipped him inside me as I groaned at the anticipation of our orgasms.

My hips and my knees moved with a frenzied abandon I’d never felt before. Kyle’s eyes, filled with lust, molded himself to my movements. He reached out and fondled my breasts, and already there was a change in how sensitive they felt.

God, his penis felt so good in me. If he was like his father, he might grow another inch, become a good deal thicker around, but even at five inches, he felt terrific, sliding in and out of my pussy. One thing about our lovemaking; it was frequent, and my hips and knees had built up some well-used muscles now.

Sweat was pouring off my body by the time I felt Kyle tense up under me. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip as he gripped my hips, bucking and slamming up against me as I felt his penis kick inside me. There was even a bit of pressure deeper in me. Was that his semen? Even though I always felt Kyle’s orgasm, this was the first time I felt physical pressure from his semen.

When he stopped bucking, I continued my own up and down motion. I wasn’t there yet, and God, I needed to cum, too. Up and down, again and again. I lost track of how long I’d been riding my son. Even my knees and thighs were shaking. Even though Kyle’s position was easier, he was soaked in our sweat when I finally felt that rush of pressure deep inside me as my orgasm washed over me, my body shuddering from the intensity.

I didn’t want this moment to end. I was wet. So wet that more than just Kyle’s penis was slick. Our bodies slid against each other, soaked with my juices. I shut out the pain in my knees. The walls of my pussy practically vibrated as that rushing feeling kept pouring over me.

And then, Kyle yelled, “Ah, fuck!” He knew I hated him cussing. Still, to hear him swear gave me one last burst of energy. I rose up, feeling his head briefly slide out from me, and then I crashed down, taking all of him back in me.

Then he shuddered as I felt his penis spasm again. He groaned, “Ahhh…”

When I finally rolled off, his eyes were glassy, still in the throes of his back-to-back orgasms. I snuggled against him as we both came down from our sexual highs. Despite all the fear and emotion of what was to come, at that moment, holding Kyle, I felt satisfied.

After a bit, Kyle said, “Wow. Did you know you rode me for like, twenty minutes! I haven’t ever cum that much…like, ever!”

I reached down between my legs and felt his semen on my pussy lips. “I felt it this time. Actually felt your cum fill me up.”

I loved the curiosity on his face, “What’d it feel like?”

I took his hands in mine and drew them against me, “More intense than ever.”

He smiled, letting me hold him. He said, “Why do you think that’s so?”

I steadied my nerves, “Kyle, there’s something I need to share with you…”

The End

Dear reader, this is where my tale ends, and yours begins. Let your imagination run wild, thinking about the future adventures of Kyle and his mom.
There are no right answers, no wrong answers—just each of our flights of fancy.
Drop a line below if you enjoyed this little tale. Better yet, let your imagination go and let us know your imagination takes Kyle and his mom next.

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Caliboy1991

Kyle’s Little Discovery – Part 4
By
Caliboy1991

I thought I was waking up from a dream when my eyes opened. For a long time, I thought I had dreamed that me and Mom had rubbed our bodies together. Then as I looked around, I was lying in her bed, snuggled up tight next to her body. She didn’t have anything on. And neither did I.

Then I realized it wasn’t a dream. We had really been doing stuff together. I wanted to hug my mom right then. Somehow or another, she knew what I had been hoping for since she’d given me my bath last night. Oh, man. She’d given me the best birthday present I could have wanted.

As I lay there beside Mom, she looked so peaceful and beautiful. I didn’t know exactly how to kiss, but I sure wanted her to teach me so that I could kiss her back and show her how much I love her. She shifted in bed, and her arm stretched out, and that let me inch in closer, and that’s when I leaned forward and put my lips on my mom’s.

Her eyes fluttered open, and I pulled my face back, uncertain that was really how she wanted to be awakened.

Mom blinked a few times before she said, “Mmm, good morning, my love. That’s a nice way to wake a girl up.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about what me and her had done last night. “Well, I’m not very good at kissing, but I really wanted to wake you up with a kiss.”

She rolled onto her side, and I felt her boobs against my chest as she said, “I think that’s easily fixable.

Then she said, “Do what you just did, and we’ll go from there.”

Eager to make Mom happy, I leaned forward and put my lips against hers. Then she did something with her lips that made mine feel good. It was like she puckered up when I kissed her. I could tell she wanted me to do the same. And when I did, I realized we were actually kissing. Me pressing my lips and Mom pressing her lips.

When it ended, she said, “What’d you think of that?”

I nodded, “That was nice.”

She grinned and said, “Show me it wasn’t a fluke.”

By the time she put her tongue into my mouth, my lips were a bit chapped, but…oh, my God! My mouth felt like it was on fire in a good way when her tongue pushed into mine. I’ve heard other kids talk about French kissing, but didn’t understand it until then.

When Mom pulled her tongue back, I could feel a connection between us and just knew she wanted me to put my tongue into her mouth. The feeling of touching her tongue and her cheeks and her teeth, it was really nice.

My tummy rumbled a couple of times, and then I felt Mom’s also rumble. That’s when she said, “That’s a pretty good lesson for now. We’ll do some more practicing later.”

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I was tired when we got home. In-service days before school won’t wear you out like a full day with a classroom full of sixth-graders, but by the time the day was over, I was ‘stick a fork in me and call me done’ done.

Kyle was a big help throughout the day. The middle school took a fairly relaxed attitude to the in-service days, and I wasn’t the only teacher who brought my kid with me to help me get my classroom set up. Of course, the real reason is that most of us couldn’t find daycare for just two weeks before the start of school, and our principal was nothing if not understanding.

One the way home, we swung by Dairy Queen and picked up some hamburgers and onion rings. With the last Friday before school starts by back up nearly over, the last thing I wanted to do was stand in the kitchen and cook dinner.

By the time we’d finished eating, I was ready to relax in front of the TV with Kyle. I think we were both dreading the end of summer a bit, and the thought of cuddling up next to him and watching something on TV put a smile on my tired face.

We had just finished watching the Wheel of Fortune when he looked up at me and said, “Bath time tonight?”

My arm wrapping around his narrow shoulders and I leaned against him and sniffed. He smelled delightfully of boyish sweat. But I didn’t want to mess with a bath tonight. Maybe tomorrow.

“I think we can skip the bath tonight, Kyle. We’ll get one tomorrow, okay?”

I could hear a note of disappointment, “Oh. Okay.”

I hate to hear Kyle sad or disappointed. But right then, I actually felt happy. Because I knew it was because he wanted me to touch his body. And he also knew the odds of me letting him sleep in my bed were higher after a bath.

This was the last weekend before he started the fifth grade, and I wasn’t going to miss out on a chance to make both of us feel special. Not this weekend.

I gave him a little half hug and said, “What did you have in mind?”

The disappointment vanished in his voice, “I was hoping you’d let me sleep in your bed tonight. I really like it when I get to.”

I tousled his hair, “Me, too.” Then I said, “You know what one of the things I like about giving you a bath is?”

Kyle shrugged, “What?”

I dug my fingers into his ribs, eliciting a giggling fit, “Seeing you naked and making you feel good.”

When he stopped laughing, he said, “Me, too. Why can’t I have a bath tonight.”

Instead of answering him, I tugged at his T-shirt until I pulled it over his head, and then I unfastened his shorts. That’s when I said, “How about we just skip the bath and go straight for a beautiful naked boy?”

Kyle giggled as he stood up and let me slip his shorts down. His superman underwear was starting to get a bit tight on him, and I liked the way his penis normally framed the front of his briefs. Now, though, his erection was pushing out the material. I pulled his underwear down until he was completely naked.

He’d grown a little bit more over the past few weeks, and I swear he was three inches. A gorgeous three inches. I closed my legs and had him straddle my lap as I wrapped my arms around Kyle’s waist. Then I pulled him forward until our lips met.

Kyle had really improved since learning to kiss a couple of weeks ago. His kiss, which tasted of hamburger and pickles, was soft and sensual. He didn’t rush it, just letting the passion slowly build. Finally, when the kiss ended, he said, “That was nice. You know what?”

I shook my head, “No. What?”

He giggled, “You’re wearing too much.”

Of course, he was sitting in my lap, naked as the day he was born. And he was looking wonderful. It’s utterly strange. Knowing that Kyle returned my feelings and that he would never betray that trust, I am happier now than ever before.

I grabbed his hands and put them on my shirt, “You’re right. Do you want to help?”

Kyle nodded and started unbuttoning my blouse. Then he pushed the blouse off my shoulders, and I shrugged it off, letting it fall behind me.

My son hasn’t quite got the bra figured out, so I unfastened the hooks, and he pulled the straps off, taking my bra off. He dropped it on the floor and said, “Wow. they look nice.”

That was becoming his thing. Over the past few weeks, he’s seen them a few times. I’m looking forward to him seeing them lots more.

I was still wearing the skirt I’d worn to work. I had him slide off my lap. I stood up and turned around so that he could see the zipper. Kyle tugged the zipper down and then pulled my skirt down.

I looked at the couch and thought about my comfortable bed, and while I knew Kyle and I could enjoy our time on the sofa, the truth was I knew we’d be more comfortable on my bed. In my panties, I said, “Follow me back to my bedroom, and I’ll let you take them off.”

I didn’t need to look behind me to hear Kyle’s soft footfalls. When I got to my bed and turned around, he was only a step behind me. As soon as I stopped, he put his hands on the lacy hem of my panties and pulled them down. God, the boy had to be as horny as me. I climbed onto the bed and rested my head on the pillows leaning against the headboard. My legs were splayed wide, giving him a clear shot between my legs.

“You got me undressed, now what?” I asked with my best ‘come hither’ smile.

Kyle came around to what I have started to think of as his side of the bed. And he climbed up beside me and smiled, “You’re really pretty dressed like that, Mom.”

I chucked as I reached out and rubbed his belly. “I could get used to you just like this, Kyle.”

His little voice tugged at my heart, “You mean sleeping in here with you, naked like this?”

My hand drifted down until my fingers wrapped around his little erection, “We’ll see, sweetie. I enjoy falling asleep next to my little angel.”

He leaned his head back as I stroked his three inches. After a few seconds, I thought of a better way for him to enjoy this, and I slid down and rolled over until my face was just inches above his beautiful erection and the rest of me stretched out below.

Kyle had a surprised look as I lowered my mouth and touched his glans with my tongue. I’d stopped asking if things bothered him because he got upset and told me that the only thing bothering him was me asking if I was bothering him. So, now, I just slid his erection into my mouth. When my libs pushed against his pubic bone, it brought back the first time I gave Simon a blowjob. It had been toward the end of our freshman year. He had just turned fifteen, and it was right after he’d shaved his pubes for the first time. He was about five and a half inches long, and when I took him in my mouth the first time, the only other boy I’d given a blow job to the past year or so had been Stevie. And I’d taken all of my brother’s four and a half inches into my mouth without a problem. But that extra inch Simon sported made my gag reflex kick in the first time I tried to take him all in.

That wasn’t a problem with Kyle. The nice thing about being able to take a boy all the way inside your mouth is that you can apply suction and your tongue alone to make him cum. And that’s exactly what I was going to do to Kyle.

My tongue swirled around in my mouth, sliding up one side of his penis and down the other. Even when I used my mouth as a suction, my tongue still stimulated his cute little mushroom of a head, and soon the tip o my tongue slid along his urethra hole, followed by Kyle letting out a loud, wordless moan. His penis jumped and spasmed in my mouth as his hips writhed beneath my face. After about a half dozen spasms or kicks, Kyle’s penis seemed done for now.

But as I pulled off of him he stayed erect. All he needed was a chance to catch his breath, and he would be back in action. His dad was like that when we were both fourteen. But by the time he was sixteen, Simon needed thirty minutes or more for his little troopers to recharge.

I moved myself up Kyles body and kissed him before saying, “How was that?”

He was still breathing heavily as he said, “Holy crap, that was awesome. I didn’t think anything could possibly be better than when you make my orgasm with your hand, but I was wrong.”

Listening to Kyle talk about sex is so cute. The boys his age don’t have a clue about any of that, so when I explain things to him, that is his only point of reference.

I reached behind him and pulled his mouth back to mine. I loved the taste of Kyle’s mouth and almost moaned in pleasure when he slipped his tongue into mine.

As we kissed, I moved to sit in his lap. I loved the feel of his lips against my lips and his erection against my pubic mound. As I rested against him, he kissed me back and used his fingers to tweak my nipples. Finally, The pressure that had been building inside me all summer long couldn’t be contained any longer. I rose up on my knees and took a moment to line up Kyle’s tool. But I felt Kyle’s erection bump against my pussy’s opening, I sunk down on him.

When it‘s been ten years, even an inexperienced boy’s three inches feel good. Especially as his silky smooth pubic bone rubbed against the top of my slit, stimulating my clit each time I moved up and down. I couldn’t believe it. Without asking permission or telling him what I was going to do, I was making love to Kyle, taking his virginity.

I found a rhythm, moving up and down, up and down. Kyle had climaxed just a few moments before. I knew there was no hurry to rush to my own orgasm. Every few moments, I looked at Kyle’s face. His eyes almost looked like they had crossed. He had a spacy look on his face like he couldn’t believe his luck. I imagine I wore the same expression, too.

After a few minutes, my knees were telling me they were getting tired, but just about the same time, the pressure intensified, and I forgot about my aching in my legs and sped up. Up and down, even faster. Kyle’s eyes were glazed, and he had a loopy smile.

I groaned as I felt a wave crash over me as I came, “Ohhh.”

I slowed my speed only to have Kyle finally say something, “Ah, wow… I think I’m…”

He didn’t finish his sentence before I felt his penis spasming in my pussy. My orgasm had nearly subsided, but the feel of Kyle’s three inches jerking and spasming brought me right over the edge again. But, when he stopped shaking and twitching, I slipped off him and lay on my side facing him.

His eyes didn’t look cross-eyed or glazed. They sparkled. He gushed, “Oh, my God. That’s what IT feels like. Wow… Can we do it again?

His penis was still flying at full mast. I envied his stamina, but I couldn’t match it yet.

“We’ll do it plenty, Kyle. I just need a few minutes to catch my breath. I guess I don’t need to ask you what you think of sex. Do I?”

He shook his head, still smiling. “It was really cool.”

The experience had outstripped his vocabulary. Hell, I teach English, and I knew sex with Kyle would leave me speechless.

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