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Viaglis

Viaglis


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Viaglis
By
Jason Crow

I was working part-time in a five-and-dime. My parents were pretty wealthy and provided me with a lot of stuff. But still… I wanted to be as independent as possible. Not because of some stupid fight, daddy issues, rebellion, or anything like that. No. It was just I wanted to show the world I was an independent woman.

After the summer, I would be starting college. I skipped a grade a few years ago, so at seventeen, I was one of the younger kids in my graduating class. That, to me, was an extra motivation to show I could do this. And even though I was a bit anxious about going to college, I was motivated to the bone.
Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a surgeon. I saw an episode of Dora the Explorer once where Dora’s mother saved someone in the jungle. She cut her open, stitched something up, and wrapped a bandage around the wound. After that was done, the patient stood to her feet, and everybody danced a happy dance. I vividly remember that moment in time.

I played my fair share of doctor over the years. The neighborhood kids would be my patients, and my best friend at the time would be my assistant. But most of the time, my little brother was my patient. When his best friend Ethan slept over, and I had to babysit them, they both ended up on my operating table. Looking back, I was never interested in the classical form of playing doctor. My brother Lucas would be in his underwear most of the time when I was ‘operating.’ But since we were born more than five years apart, the bits inside his underwear never interested me that much. I was just trying to become a surgeon.

As I grew older, I stopped playing doctor. I learned that most people had different ideas about playing doctor. So I stopped doing it, despite Lucas asking me to play doctor with him a few times.

During High school, I started doing volunteer work at our local hospital. I knew it would look good on my future resume, and I could use the experience of working there. Besides all that, it would give me some great insights into a medical clinic’s inner workings. So I was pretty pleased when I got selected to work there a few hours a week. When I opened the envelope and saw the text, “Suzy – Volunteer” on the name tag I needed to wear, I was thrilled!

So there I was, lounging in my bikini by the swimming pool in our garden, reading up on my studies for next week. I enjoyed lying in the sun like this and reading about the stuff I love. Lucas and Ethan were playing in the pool, and they knew better than to bother me when I was reading like this. Ethan’s parents and our mom and dad were best friends. All four of them were currently out of town on a two-night getaway. They asked me to babysit the boys, which was fine by me. Two twelve-year-old boys don’t need too much babysitting, and the three of us got along really well, despite the age difference. Well, one barely twelve-year-old and one almost twelve-year-old. Lucas’s birthday was last month, and Ethan’s would be next week.

I looked over at Lucas, who was pulling himself out of the water to make an atomic bomb in the deep end of the pool. As he pulled himself up, his boardshorts were pulled down a bit, and I could see a fair bit of bum crack. I couldn’t help but smile at this funny sight. He had a tight, completely hairless butt and didn’t seem to care he was showing it off. Ethan saw me looking and giggled the moment our eyes met.

“Stop mooning us, you pervert!” Ethan yelled and pretended to shield his eyes from a very bright light.

Lucas looked over his shoulder at us, and in one swift motion, pulled his shorts down to his knees and wiggled his butt.

“AAAAGGGHHH!!!” Ethan screamed, still giggling.

I was laughing pretty hard now, but I knew I had to act serious and mature. “Stop goofing around! You might catch a cold or something this way!” I shouted but could hardly keep a straight face. Lucas pulled up his trunks, raced over to the side of the pool, and jumped in with a big splash. Ethan swam over and started dunking my little brother.

Seeing my brother’s butt reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, Dylan. His ass looked pretty much the same as Lucas’s, which I knew was odd for a guy being six years older. But Dylan did look a bit boyish, which I found super sexy.

I was already sexually active and started having sex a little after my fifteenth birthday. I had sex with four different guys before I had sex with Dylan. His boyish looks didn’t just involve his chest and ass. His dick was also of boyish proportions. It was a little over four inches long, not too thick, and just a little bit of pubes above it. This was going to be the smallest dick going inside me up until then.

When I first saw it, I was a bit disappointed. How could this possibly satisfy me? But the moment our first fuck started, I realized I was wrong. His dick didn’t fill me up as much as the others had done. Despite it being so small, I had two powerful orgasms during that first fuck. The only logical explanation I could come up with was that because of this dick being so small, my pussy had enough room to contract. Something a fatter dick would prevent. But I didn’t really care about the reason why. I was a girl who liked her dicks to be small. Just a fact of life, I reckoned. And after this first fantastic fuck, I knew I was done with big cocks.

The sex with Dylan was fantastic. But the more I focused on my goal of being a surgeon, the more Dylan complained about him not being the center of my life. So about two months ago, he broke up with me. I was sad about it for a few days, but then I realized I was only missing his small cock inside my pussy. On an intellectual level, we didn’t really have anything in common. The moment this sank in, I was over Dylan and went on with my life. I did miss getting fucked regularly, though.

I was abruptly shaken from my contemplations about Dylan when a ball hit me flat on my belly.

“Hey! Look out!” I yelled.

“Sorry!” Lucas giggled. “Can you go and get the ball, E? Suzy throws like a girl, and she probably won’t make it into the pool.”

I laid down my book and looked at my little brother. “I throw like a girl, you say?” I said with mock anger as I took the ball in my hand and got on my feet.

“Oh-oh…” Ethan said with a twinkle of anticipation in his eyes.

I walked over to the edge of the pool, toying with the little red ball in my hands. “Throw like a girl?” I said again, and I threw the ball hard at my little brother. He ducked just in time to avoid the ball, but I anticipated that and cannonballed right beside him into the water. The moment he came up after dodging the ball, a big wave of water caught him off-guard, causing him to cough and rub the water from his eyes.

That’s when the roughhousing started. We splashed around and tried dunking each other. Ethan and I teamed up in getting back at Lucas for mooning us. It was amusing and relaxing to behave like a little girl again. During the roughhousing, I felt an occasional hand on one of my boobs or my ass. I was thankful that my bikini stayed in place, because that would’ve just been too awkward. Surprisingly, I didn’t mind the groping too much because I grabbed them too.

At some point during the back and forth groping around, I realized I grabbed my brother’s boner. My hand shot back as if I was stung by a bee. But not before I realized my brother was basically the same size as Dylan. I immediately dismissed that thought and went on with trying to dunk Ethan. When I grabbed his package a few minutes ago, he was obviously soft, judging by his small package. But I didn’t dare to grope him now! Considering Ethan would turn twelve next week, it would be just plain wrong to grab his stiffy.

After we were all exhausted by the wrestling, we threw the ball around and chatted a bit. It was getting late, and we were all hungry, so we decided to order pizza, eat it by the pool, and call it a night. I picked up my phone, called the pizza place, and grabbed us some cokes. We relaxed by the pool, waiting for our food to get delivered.

I checked Lucas and Ethan occasionally and noticed they were stealing glances at my bikini-clad boobs. Knowing they were trying to look at my boobs gave me a bit of a rush I had never felt before. It was apparent these two boys were growing up and curious about a female body. I glanced at their crotches and noticed their boardshorts were tented a bit. I wasn’t sure if they had a boner or if it was just the way the fabric of their shorts fell. Still, the idea of these two getting hard over me moistened my pussy considerably.

The moment the doorbell rang, I shook my head to dismiss these thoughts from my head. These were two young boys, damnit! When I opened the door and paid the pizza guy, I noticed him looking too. So I pressed my chest forward a bit, tucked some hair behind my ear, and smiled flirtily at him. He started blushing, grabbed the money, and turned around. “Hmm… probably still a virgin,” I thought and closed the door.

When I came back to the pool, I was surprised Lucas had already brought out the plates from the kitchen for us. He also grabbed his portable speaker and was playing some tunes. It was nice and cozy, and I really liked the way this day was progressing. We ate our pizzas while chatting and laughing, still occasionally glancing at each other. It was getting a bit chilly, so I announced I’d go grab a shower and call it a night. The boys agreed it was time to get in. We cleaned up, covered the pool, and went upstairs.

“Night, Suzy,” they said almost simultaneously and were giggling like schoolgirls.

I knew they were up to something but didn’t have a clue what that would be. “You two behave tonight, alright? Or I’ll call mom and dad, and you know what that means, right?” I said sternly. Even though I never had any issues with these two, I sure as hell didn’t want any now.

“Of course we will! Chill, Sis!” Lucas said seriously. “We’ll just watch some TV or something. We won’t be bothering you. Don’t worry!”

“Alright. And please! No stupid jokes or something, kay!?” I said, thinking back to a fake snake in my bed about a year ago.

“Pfft!” Lucas snorted. “We’re not kids anymore, you know? You leave us alone, and we won’t bother you. Night!”

“Night!” I said as Lucas closed his door behind him, and I walked into mine.

* * *

I stepped under the warm water of our rain shower to wash off the chlorine. As I was soaping myself up, my mind went back to the rigid tube of flesh I felt through my brother’s swim shorts. My little brother seemed to have grown up overnight. The idea of his hard pecker, combined with the lustful eyes ogling my boobs, made me all tingly inside. I let my right hand drift lower until it reached my pubic mound. My left hand pinched my nipple as I simultaneously slid my middle finger between the folds of my pussy and started rubbing my swollen clit.

Images of my naked brother’s butt and mental pictures of Ethan and Lucas’s hard, preteen penises filled my mind as my finger rubbed in small circles over my clit. I softly moaned as I felt my orgasm approach, and my finger picked up the pace. The moment a picture of my brother and Ethan, both naked and hard and touching each other’s dicks filled my mind, my orgasm hit me! And it hit me hard. My knees buckled, and I had to steady myself against the shower wall as my pussy kept contracting.

After I regained control over my body and stood there panting, I was stunned. “What the hell was that?” I thought. “Why did I think of these boys? I’m no perv!” I tried to dismiss the idea that I just came hard thinking about these boys, but this wasn’t easy. It was a top-five orgasm, so that’s not easily forgettable. I decided to start with the much-needed shave of my pussy, in an attempt to get my mind off that weird experience.

By the time I was done in the shower and had dried myself, I put my bathrobe back on to return to my room. By then, I had convinced myself that it only happened because of the fact that my last real fuck was over two months ago. This, combined with the sunny weather and all the exposed flesh of today, must’ve been the reason. I wasn’t lusting for my brother! No way! But it was a very good orgasm nonetheless…

As I walked back to my room, I noticed the quietness in Lucas’s room. This was a bit odd but not too unusual. They were probably watching some stupid Marvel movie in which they could both lose themselves entirely.

A little later, I was sitting inside my room, applying skin lotion on my legs and listening to some music, when there was a soft knock on my door. A soft “Suzy?” came from the other side of the door.

“Get lost, Dork! I’m not falling for one of your stupid jokes again!” I responded and turned the volume of my stereo up. It was quiet for a few moments, so I figured he went back to his room. I thought nothing of it until I heard a sniff and barely hearable, “Please, Suzy…” followed by another sniff.

Now I was worried. Was he crying? Did he have a fight with Ethan? If this was one of their stupid tricks, I’d never trust him again! But it sure as hell didn’t sound like one. I walked over to the door and cinched my robe tighter around my waist. My bathrobe was all I was wearing, considering I was about to get into bed soon, so I made sure all the precious bits were covered before I opened the door.

The moment I opened the door, I knew this wasn’t another scheme by the boys. I was prepared for the worst, but I just knew something was wrong when I looked at my brother. He was standing there, bare-chested with a big fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, looking all fragile. And I was right about the sniffs. His eyes were puffy and red, but the tiniest hint of relief spread across his face as I looked at him.

“What’s wrong, Dufus?” I asked, using his nickname in an attempt to keep it light.

“It’s… err… I… We were…” he stammered and started looking at the floor, diverting my eyes.

I followed his gaze and looked down too when I noticed the small tent behind the towel. Did my brother have a boner? Why would he come to me with a boner? Was this still a trick? Or some stupid dare he lost?

“What!?” I asked, slightly annoyed by now.

“Can you just come to my room, please? With one of them medical books of yours? I… I think we might need it…” he said, and I could see him struggling to hold back his tears.

My annoyance disappeared when I saw he was genuinely upset. “Sure, one sec,” I replied.

I grabbed two books from my desk and followed Lucas to his room, curious as hell by now. When he opened the door, I noticed Ethan sitting on Lucas’s bed. He obviously had cried too, judging by his eyes. He was also bare-chested, and a towel was lying in his lap to cover up his privates. Judging by his exposed hip, I could see he was naked. Now I just HAD to know what was going on.

“Okay. Shoot! What’s the big emergency?” I said, alternating my gaze between the boys in an attempt to size them up.

Both boys just stared at the floor. Moments later, I cleared my throat to make clear I was serious. At that moment, they looked at each other. Ethan just shrugged and looked at the floor again. Lucas swallowed audibly and said, “Ethan stole some Viaglis pills from his brother and we took them to see if they’d work and they did and then we got hard and now it won’t go down and we’re scared we broke ‘em and that we can never have sex and…” they both started crying again after this torrent of words.

It took me a moment to decode the words that came out of my little brother’s mouth. They did what? And now they… What?!?

“Wait a minute… You each took a Viaglis?” I asked, full of disbelief and trying very hard not to burst out into laughter.

“Yes…” they both sniffed softly.

I took a deep breath to make sure I wouldn’t laugh at them in their faces. I couldn’t help but notice my pussy getting wetter by the second from the idea of these two boys being stiff near me and only a towel covering their small stiffies. To distract me from all these feelings, I opened my book in a vain attempt to search for a solution.

“Do you think we broke them?” Ethan softly asked.

As I scrolled through the pages of my book, I felt sorry for the kid. They were obviously in a curious phase of their development. They didn’t have a clue yet on the exact workings of their bodies, so I decided to put them at ease. “I wouldn’t worry too much, boys. I think it’ll go away eventually, but –“ I stopped in the middle of my sentence. There was actually an article about erectile dysfunction and the medicine involved.

As I read through the article, a little devilish voice crept inside my head. If I played my cards right, I could probably see both boners. I knew it was all kinds of wrong, but I even wanted to see my brother’s dick. And if I was lucky and they would cooperate, maybe I’d see them jerking their dicks. The idea of them showing me their cocks, made my pussy all soppy. I was afraid they could smell me by now, considering I only wore my bathrobe, which just went about five inches down my butt. I pretended to read some more as a battle plan was forming inside my head.

“Okay,” I started. “According to this article, we need to make sure nothing is obstructing the blood flow, and you need to have some orgasms in order to make the erection go away.”

I was making sure to look all serious and doctor-like, so they would believe me. The only valuable thing in the book about improper use of erectile drugs was administering specific medication for the swelling to go down. But it was essential to carefully monitor the blood pressure during that phase. I didn’t have the meds, and I couldn’t monitor blood pressure here, so that option was out of the window. And besides, as long as the penis didn’t hurt, there really wasn’t anything to worry about, according to the article. There was only the discomfort of the erection. But they didn’t know that.

I couldn’t resist the urge to check out their dicks anymore. So I sat down on Lucas’s bed and looked at them with a worried look on my face.

“I need to check if the blood flow is still functioning. I don’t like it any more than you, but…” I trailed off.

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Lucas whispered while looking at his feet.

“Fuck this! She bathed us when we were little. AND she’s going to be a doctor. I don’t know about you, but I want to make sure I can still have sex,” Ethan said as he climbed off the bed, making sure to keep the towel pressed against his groin.

“He’s right, you know?” I said to Lucas. “I promise I won’t tell anyone! Or make fun of you.”

Ethan was right. I had bathed them in the past but stopped doing that a short while after their sixth birthday. I already knew both boys were cut, but I wasn’t quite sure what to expect after almost six years. Ethan stepped in front of me and stood virtually shoulder to shoulder with my little brother. This way, I was almost at eye-level with his crotch. Ethan sighed deeply and unceremoniously dropped his towel. A shiver went through my body the moment Ethan’s erection popped up. It was almost completely straight and pointed toward my forehead. I guessed it to be about four inches long and about as thick as my thumb. I immediately loved it!

“Come on, L! Don’t be a wuss!” Ethan softly said to my brother. I guessed he was too embarrassed to look at me and didn’t want to stand there naked all alone.

“I know, but… she’s my sister,” Lucas tried.

“Yeah? So? Don’t wimp out on me now, dude!” Ethan kept pushing.

I made sure to stay out of the discussion. It was both weird and exciting, wanting to see my brother’s dick. But I already knew that if I started pushing him, this would have the opposite effect. The moment Lucas began to fiddle with the towel around his waist, I knew I was going to see two young boners in front of me, and I was thrilled beyond belief.

“I promised, remember?” I whispered as I looked my brother in the eyes.

Lucas threw his towel on his bed beside me, and I felt like a kid in a candy store. I took a good look without being too obvious, and I noticed Lucas was slightly longer than my ex, Dylan, but Dylan’s dick was a bit thicker. Ethan was a tiny bit shorter than Lucas but compensated with being a little thicker than my brother, but was still beat by Dylan on that department.

Another difference between Dylan and these boys in front of me was the complete lack of hair. Dylan’s bush wasn’t too lush, but these bodies were as bare as the day they were born. I was immediately curious if these dicks could give me as much pleasure as Dylan’s had. Or maybe more?

I quickly roamed my eyes over their nude, tight bodies. Although there wasn’t any muscle tone yet, there was already a tiny hint of what soon would come. There also wasn’t an ounce of fat on these bodies, which made them look magnificent. My relationship with Dylan had taught me that I was into boyish bodies. But seeing these two in all their glory convinced me I was on the right track there and that I just had to accept that.

The last thing I noticed was their balls. They weren’t too big, and their ballsacks held them tightly. It wasn’t cold inside Lucas’s room, so their hairless sacks weren’t rimpled and all tugged tight. I could clearly see their little balls, and they had obviously dropped. I loved the way they hung under their small erections.

Their bodies basically looked the same, apart from a distinct difference—their glans. Lucas’s was thick and blunt, where Ethan’s was pointy and slender. Not sharp, but almost arrow-like. It was hard to describe, and I didn’t have a preference for either. It was just there for me to notice.

I was mesmerized by this incredible sight in front of me, but I tore my eyes away from it and looked Ethan in his eyes. “It looks okay at first sight. But I need to touch you to check it properly. Do you mind?” I asked sweetly and clenched my legs firmly together to suppress the tingly feeling inside my pussy.

Ethan swallowed visibly and then shook his head. “No, go ahead.”

I looked at Lucas, and before I could say anything, he just nodded. I took a deep breath in an attempt to steady my nerves. Lucas would later tell me he thought it was because I wasn’t too fond of touching them. But the exact opposite was true. I managed to steady my hand as I extended it toward Ethan’s erection which was the closest.

It was almost like I was watching someone else’s hand move. My fingers grasped Ethan’s dick, his stiff shaft feeling warm. It was both hard and soft at the same time. I’ve touched my fair share of dicks over the years, but somehow Ethan’s felt different. The moment I took it between my thumb and index finger, Ethan gasped.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked worriedly.

“No. No, it’s just that… no one’s ever touched me there, you know? Sorry…” Ethan said, and I could see his face was a bit flushed.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said and took his dick in my fingers again.

I lifted it up, moved it around, and pretended to look for signs something was wrong. I softly squeezed his glans, causing Ethan to moan. I almost smiled at his reaction but thankfully managed to keep a straight face and decided to pretend I didn’t hear him moan.

“Did you masturbate already after you took the pill?” I asked, knowing it would make him uncomfortable.

“I… err… we… ah… yes,” Ethan admitted eventually. “But that didn’t help at all.”

“I see. According to the book, it’s important to do this to keep the pressure on the corpora cavernosa to a minimum.”

I knew both boys didn’t have a clue what I was talking about, but I just couldn’t help myself. And this way, I could still pretend it was all strictly medical.

“The what?” Lucas asked.

“It’s a sponge-like part inside the penis that fills with blood and creates the erection,” I said and slowly but steadily started to massage Ethan’s shaft with my right thumb, index, and middle finger.

“I need to make sure there are no obstructions,” I said when Ethan moaned again.

I looked at the erection to my left, and judging by how it was twitching, Lucas wanted in on the action. So I slowly extended my left hand and took my brother’s dick between my fingers. I put on the show of examining it while I kept massaging Ethan’s little erection. This show only lasted a few seconds because I was just too horny now and wanted to make these boys cum.

The moment I started massaging Lucas’s shaft, he started moaning too. I’d never worked two cocks at the same time up until then and realized it took a lot of focus. But focusing was difficult, considering my dripping wet, pulsating pussy. I quickly learned these boys were enjoying themselves no matter what I did.

“Ohh… I think I…” Ethan started to moan.

I didn’t want him to cum just yet. First, I needed Lucas to catch up. I realized it would be difficult to make them cum simultaneously, but I wanted to try anyway. So I slowed down my movement on Ethan’s dick and toyed with the small, marble-sized balls for a moment.

“Ahh… why are… ohh… you jerking us?” Lucas panted.

“I need to make sure everything is working properly,” I said and started working on Ethan’s dick again. “And you guys look super sexy like this, so…” I looked up to meet their gazes and saw both wonder and horniness in their eyes.

“Ah… ah… ah….” Lucas moaned as his eyes shot back in his head.

“HMMMM…” came from my left as Lucas started moving his hips back and forth.

“Yesss…” I whispered.

Ethan’s dick started kicking in my hand first. But only a moment later, I felt my brother’s dick beginning to pulsate. Ethan’s cum was dry, but I noticed on Lucas’s dick, a small clear drop of fluid came out. I had to hold myself back from licking it off, although I was curious as hell about the taste of this clear cum. I didn’t even care that it was my brother’s cum I was longing for.

Ethan’s knees went weak, and he stood back against Lucas’s desk to avoid falling down. Lucas bent over forward and had to put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. I was still holding my brother’s dick and smeared the little drop of cum over his glans. When my thumb was slick with Lucas’s cum, I tried sneaking it into my mouth to taste it. Considering both boys were lost in a post-orgasmic flow, I reckoned I was safe.

As soon as my brother’s cum hit my taste buds, I was hooked. It tasted way sweeter than any cum I tasted before, and the slight bit of salt in it completed the delicious explosion of taste in my mouth.

Ethan was standing with his butt against the desk, and his shoulders pulled backward. This way, his hips stuck forward, and so did his adorable erection. I licked my lips, looking at this young boy on display before me.

“I was… that… WOW!” Lucas panted in my ear, his hands still on my shoulders.

I realized that Lucas’s hands moved my bathrobe a bit, and by now, I was showing some serious cleavage. Nothing was on display yet, but at that moment, I knew that wouldn’t take too long anymore.

“I know,” Ethan added. “Why did you….”

Ethan started blushing the moment he started talking. I knew I didn’t have to come up with something believable, but I tried to anyway, ”I needed to make sure you were still capable of having an orgasm. And I knew you wouldn’t do it in front of me. So…”

“I guess that makes sense,” Ethan said as he sat down on the bed next to me.

Lucas collapsed to the other side of me, so that I was now between them. He looked down at his still-hard dick, then peered back to us and asked, “Did I just shoot sperm?”

That caused me to smile. So I just nodded and said, “You sure did, Bro. Well… You didn’t shoot, but a drop of sperm did come out, yes.”

“Oh wow,” he said to no one in particular but beaming with pride.

“So now what?” Ethan asked, looking at me hopefully.

“As far as I can judge it, you boys are fine. You just have to make sure to have a few more orgasms. I’m pretty sure the effects of the Viaglis wear off by then.”

“We need to jack it some more?” Lucas asked to clarify what I just said.

“There are a lot of ways to get an orgasm. Jack, suck, fuck, you know….”

“Oh…” Ethan softly said. He clearly wasn’t used to someone being this blunt.

“I’ll help you if you want,” I softly said.

I knew this was the moment of truth. If they’d let me help them, I was in for the night of my life. But this might as well scare them off, and it would be over. This could go either way. In an attempt to help the odds, I pushed my boobs out a bit to emphasize my lack of clothing underneath it.

“You would?” Lucas softly said. “But….”

I guessed the idea of his big sister doing all sorts of sex stuff with him, needed some time to land. Judging by the look in his eyes, the jerk-off session had helped a bit. He wasn’t repulsed or anything, just insecure.

“That would be great,” Ethan said, and when I looked at him, he was openly checking out my cleavage.

“Here. Let me show you I’m not kidding.”

I shrugged my arms out of my robe and let it fall around my waist. I was now topless and showing my boobs to the boys. My nipples got even stiffer now that they were no longer protected by the warm cloth. I felt incredibly sexy showing off my tits to these boys.

“Oh wow…” both boys whispered at the same time, which caused the three of us to giggle.

“Did you boys ever see real-life boobs before?” I asked, well aware of the answer.

“No,” Ethan replied immediately, not taking his eyes from my chest.

“Yes,” Lucas said softly and started to blush.

“You did? When?” Ethan asked in disbelief.

“About two weeks ago, you didn’t close the bathroom properly. So I saw you coming out of the shower and saw… you know….”

“Aha. You saw me getting out of the shower. Was it by accident, or did you wait for me to come out?” I asked. I made sure I didn’t sound angry because I really wasn’t. It was an erotic thought that my little brother was spying on me.

“I… ehm…” he stammered.

“I see,” I said and stood up.

I noticed the fear on both boy’s faces. They were probably afraid they screwed up by this confession. I stood up and started working on the knot of the belt around my waist, and the moment my bathrobe fell on the floor, I said, “Well… You’ve seen it all already. Might as well get comfortable then and show it to Ethan too,” I said and stretched. I made sure they got a good, long look before I sat down between them again. The moment I squeezed my body back between them, a tingle shot through me. Their soft, bare skin against mine felt like tiny ants were moving between us, delightfully tickling my skin.

I glanced down and noticed both their dicks hadn’t lost any of their stiffness, which meant this evening was far from over. I did feel the need to get off too, though. And I also knew I had to keep taking the initiative, which was fine by me.

“I have to ask… why did you take these pills in the first place?” I said, feeling their horny eyes all over my now naked body.

“I was curious if they worked,” Ethan confessed, his eyes fixed on my boobs.

“I see. You know… you can touch ‘em if you want,” I smiled.

“Really?” Ethan said enthusiastically, tearing his eyes from my boobs and looked me in my eyes with the anticipation beaming from his face.

“Of course! We need to keep you guys going, remember? You can too, Bro,” I said to Lucas.

Lucas’s gaze was between my legs as he stuck out his trembling hand. I realized I was holding my breath in anticipation of the touch. As if they did it on purpose, both boys touched me at the same time. Ethan’s hand softly squeezed my right boob, and Lucas surprised me when his hand started petting the outside of my pussy. A soft moan escaped my lips, and it felt like their hands were on fire.

I needed to keep thinking straight to keep the momentum going. So I tried very hard to keep talking to the boys. “Hmmm… that’s nice. Did you touch each other too when you jerked off before?”

“Eeww!” Lucas said immediately. “No, we didn’t. That’s gay.”

“Yeah,” Ethan added, but a lot less convinced than Lucas was.

“No, silly! Boys your age experiment a lot with other boys. That’s not gay! Just a way to get experience and to get off. Hmmm.”

“Really?” Ethan asked as he started rubbing my stiff nipple.

“Kid you not!” I said, spreading my legs a bit more to give my brother better access to my pussy.

“But I thought that….” Lucas said as his finger slipped between my pussy lips, “touching another boy’s dick… I don’t know…” he trailed off.

“Look. Jacking off is great, right?” I asked, causing both boys to nod knowingly, “and you just learned how much better it is when someone else does it to you. So why not enjoy it? Imagine how much more fun a blowjob is. You can’t do that by yourself. Ohhh…”

I glanced at Lucas and saw a wicked grin plastered on his face. His fingers were probing all around my pussy, sending shivers up my spine, only to be amplified by Ethan’s actions on my right boob. I couldn’t stop myself and wiggled myself free. I got on my knees on the floor, and quickly turned around to face them.

“Here. Let me show you,” I said and scooted forward toward my brother’s best friend’s lap.

I took Ethan’s dick in my hand, and before he could react, I planted a sloppy, wet kiss on the pointy tip while looking my brother in the eyes. Lucas moved closer to get a better look, which was very encouraging. I kept looking at him as I slowly lowered my mouth until all of Ethan’s still extremely hard cock was hidden from view, and I heard Ethan moan above me. Lucas’s eyes were as big as saucers the moment all of his best friend’s dick was gone. I opened my mouth and let my tongue swirl around the tube of flesh, making sure Lucas saw it all.

“See?” I said, smiling. “Here. Let me do you.”

My left hand kept massaging Ethan’s cock as I took Lucas’s in my right hand and mimicked the actions with Ethan earlier. Only this time, I looked at Ethan, and the added thrill of blowing my own brother sent butterflies down my pussy. I bobbed up and down a little but had a different plan I could put into action now.
I lifted my head and said to Lucas, “This feels good, doesn’t it?” I was now massaging two cocks at the same time again, which was sooo hot.

“Good!? It’s fucking awesome!” Lucas said, obviously over the moon by this new experience.

“Get up,” I hoarsely commanded.

Both boys got to their feet and stood hip to hip in front of me. Since I was still on my knees, both their hard dicks were almost at eye level. I took a mental picture, grabbed both boys by the outer butt cheek, and turned them a little toward each other. Their dicks were now pointing toward each other, and I quickly took Ethan back in my mouth. I bobbed up and down a few times before doing the same to Lucas. I massaged their tight, little butts as I did this. I alternated between them a few times, and as their moaning increased, I figured they were horny enough, so I decided to play my next card.

“You know what the best part is?” I asked, smiling seductively while rubbing both dicks on my cheeks.

“Ohhh…” Lucas moaned. “What?”

“You two can do this together. So if you want to get off without jerking, just get your dick sucked.”

“Put his dick in my mouth?” Lucas asked, a lot less repulsed than earlier when we talked about jacking together.

“I don’t care, L! If it feels this good, I’m in,” Ethan quickly said.

“Why don’t you try it? I’m sure Ethan will return the favor! If you don’t like it, you can always just stop and go back to jerking.”

Lucas obviously had a mental conflict here. I was sure he liked getting his dick sucked. But the thought of this being gay was still blocking him a bit.

“You know…” I softly said while rubbing my hands over my body, ”seeing you two do that might get me worked up enough to… you know.”

I slipped my fingers between my pussy lips as I kept looking at my little brother. I could see him swallowing, and the idea of maybe more visibly put him over the edge.

“Okay. I guess. But if I don’t like it, I’ll stop. And you have to help me,” Lucas said, dropping to his knees, eyeing his friend’s dick.

“Of course,” I said in my most encouraging tone.

Lucas extended his hand and tentatively took Ethan’s dick between his fingers. He moved it around a bit and was clearly judging the texture and size of it.

“Now I just put it in my mouth?” he asked, looking at me a bit disgusted.

“Yeah. You can use your lips to imitate jerking as you move your head up and down. And use your tongue when you feel like it. Trust me, all boys like that! And whatever you do to Ethan, he’ll probably return,” I said smiling. “Oh! And look out with your teeth. That can hurt a bit.”

“Okay…” he said, still unsure.

Lucas took a deep breath and started lowering his mouth over Ethan’s stiff dick. I’ve never seen anything more erotic in my life. My finger was still between my lips, and I had to hold myself back from rubbing my clit, or I would’ve cum then and there. And I didn’t want to scare them or miss any of this action in front of me.

“It doesn’t taste like piss!” Lucas said surprised and immediately went back to sucking off his buddy.

The look of disgust on his face was completely gone, and I could see by the movements between his cheeks, he was using his tongue as I told him. Ethan moaned again and put his hands on top of Lucas’s head.

After about a minute or two, Lucas got up and announced, “My turn!” Ethan didn’t need any encouragement, dropped to his knees, and immediately went for it.

“Ahhh… this is so… ohh….” Lucas moaned with his eyes closed and his head thrown back.

Ethan surprised me by taking Lucas’s butt in his hands and only bobbed his head up and down. The tingling in my pussy increased significantly, but I didn’t want to come just yet. I had to hold back. I let him continue for a few more moments before I said, “There is another way to do this, you know? You can both have fun at the same time.”

Lucas’s eyes flew open, and at the same time, a loud “pop” sound indicated my brother’s dick had left Ethan’s mouth. “How?” they asked, practically at the same time.

“Ever heard of sixty-nine?” I asked.

“No,” Lucas said.

“Nope,” was Ethan’s reply.

“Thought so. In a sixty-nine, you suck each other at the same time. It’s best if you lie down.”

That was all the boys needed to know. Lucas got on his back, and Ethan got in position on top of him. They figured the mechanics out by themselves, and before I knew it, both boys were moaning loudly and sucking and bobbing for all they were worth.

This was it! If one boy sucking the other was hot, this was hotter than hell. I started rubbing my clit and couldn’t stop moaning anymore. I noticed Lucas’s eyes were focused on my crotch, and because of my obscenely spread legs, he could see it all.

“Hmmm… you don’t mind, do you? Ohh… this is so fucking hot….” I moaned and was nearing my orgasm pretty quickly now.

I could see Lucas nod and his eyes still glued to my rubbing finger between my legs. But every now and then, his gaze became unfocused, which I blamed on the magic happening between his legs. I had a hard time keeping my eyes open, but I didn’t want to miss one second of the hot action in front of me. But the moment the tingling in the back of my head started, my pussy immediately started contracting. My orgasm was so powerful, I was distracted from admiring the boys for a moment. However, neither boy had cum yet, considering the effort they were still putting into it. So I kept going and came a second time in under a minute. All the sucking, slurping, and jerking were just too intense to watch.

Lucas’s eyes went big as he saw me sliding two fingers inside. A moment later, they slammed shut, his butt cheeks clenched, and his moans had turned to screams. But because he had his mouth filled, it sounded like muffled shouts. My brother had cum watching me finger myself while getting his dick sucked by his best friend. This whole concept was mind-blowing and almost caused me to cum again.

Only a few moments later, Ethan unmistakably came. His butt slammed down onto Lucas’ face, and his whole body shook. I calmed down a bit after my intense orgasm, but I realized another one wasn’t far away. I kept petting my pussy gently as I watched the boys come back to earth.

“Ohh… That was awesome!” Lucas said, “you were right, Sis. Oh my god…” and he rolled onto his back on the bed, panting heavily.

“I NEVER felt anything like this, L!” Ethan said between breaths. “And I think you shot some sperm again. I tasted something sweet and salty when you came. Wasn’t bad, though…” he trailed off.

I noticed both boys were still hard as a rock. I loved Viaglis! I was still so horned up that I needed to get fucked. And I decided I wanted to get fucked by my little brother first. So I got up, crawled onto the bed, and laid down on my back between the boys. To my right was Lucas, and we were at eye level with each other. To my left, I was looking at Ethan’s feet. I looked down and saw both hard-ons still sticking up proudly and started to giggle.

“What is it?” Lucas asked and looked at me.

I looked back at him and said, “nothing. It’s just that… How many of these pills did you take? You’re still hard!” and I giggled again.

“Just one. Honest!” Ethan said, “I’ve never been hard this long. And I’m still… in the mood?”

“You mean horny,” I responded.

“Then I’m still horny,” Ethan smiled.

“Ready for more?” I asked Lucas, smiling coyly.

“More?” he asked, and the question marks in his eyes were almost visible.

“Yeah… well… we need to keep the orgasms going, remember? So maybe you’d like to, you know… fuck?”

A look of fear mixed with horniness, mixed with doubt and apprehension, crossed his face. I just knew he didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity. Considering the stuff we have already done, me being his sister wouldn’t be enough anymore to put him off.

He cleared his throat twice before he spoke. “Fuck?!” he asked with a very shaky voice. “You mean… with you?”

“With me. Yeah. It’s a very effective way to get off again. I’m just offering… I promised to help you guys, so…” I trailed off.

“I’ll do it!” Ethan said as he lifted himself on his elbows.

“You’ll get your chance,” I laughed at his eagerness. “But Lucas is my Bro. He gets dibs if he wants to.”

“I eh… I want to, but… you’re… I… you… I don’t know how to do it,” he said, looking very tiny and vulnerable at that moment.

“Don’t worry. Just let your big sister help you,” I said softly and stroked his face.

“Wh- What do I do?”

“Sit on your knees between my legs until your dick is almost touching me,” I said and spread my legs to give him access.

Ethan got up and sat down on the bed next to me at breast level, looking intensely between my legs and at Lucas’s motions. I could only smile, seeing him sitting there with his hard-on sticking up from his lap.

“Go for it, L,” he encouraged him.

I looked down at my little brother kneeling there between my legs with his boner proudly sticking up, and the way I was looking down, it was precisely between my tits. I’ve never been this anxious to have sex before in my life. My whole body was tingling at the thought of taking my brother’s virginity.

“A little closer,” I whispered, and the moment I felt Lucas’s dick touch my pussy, it was like a firestick touched me there. But in a good way.

I reached down and took his dick in my hand, and I placed the tip against the entrance of my pussy. I heard myself moan the moment he slipped between my folds.

“Hmm… nice,” I said. “Now, slowly push forward, and you’re no longer a virgin,” I said, smiling.

“I… eh… you sure?” Lucas whispered, obviously still insecure.

“Go for it. Fuck me!” I hoarsely said, almost cumming from anticipation.

That was all the encouragement Lucas needed. His tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth, something he always did when he was concentrating on a task. The moment he started pushing, and I felt the tip of his small dick enter me, I felt something that can only be described as an ‘orgasm light.’ My pussy started contracting lightly, and my clit was over-sensitive.

I did everything I could to hide the fact I was enjoying it this much. I wanted this to be about my brother and his first-ever fuck. He entered me slowly, almost too slowly. All the boys I’ve had sex with up until then just shoved it in fast and all the way until they balled out. Not Lucas. I guessed he didn’t want to hurt me or something. I’ve never experienced this before, but I liked it a lot! I could almost feel the texture of his barely twelve-year-old dick as he inched forward.

“Ohhh… yessss…” I moaned, pressing him on.

“Oh wow…” Ethan whispered beside me as he watched his best friend slip inside for the very first time. “You’re really doing it….”

Lucas didn’t say anything. He kept pushing forward with that focused look on his face, and his mouth now opened slightly. The moment his pubic bone hit mine, I came. I couldn’t help it. His bare pubes hit my over-sensitive clit, which immediately put me over the edge. My hands gripped the sheets as I tried to lay as still as I could.

“OHHHH!!! YESSS! FUCK ME!!” I practically shouted as my body shook.

“Did I hurt you?” Lucas asked, a bit scared, which barely registered in my brain.

“No, dude! You just made her have an orgasm!” Ethan exclaimed. Then he looked at me, suddenly uncertain. “I mean… I guess? Right?”

I nodded furiously. “Move it in and out and start fucking,” I moaned. “Please!”

Lucas started moving, and I almost came again. I was still at the ‘orgasm light’-level, causing every nerve on my body to be on high alert. I was right about small dicks. These were WAY better than the thick and long ones. Looking back, that was the moment I decided to only fuck teenage boys with small dicks for the rest of my life.

I looked at my brother’s face as he started fucking me for real. During his first six or seven thrusts, he slipped out four times. He got himself back in quickly, but it annoyed me a little bit. I wanted to feel as much of him as possible. So I reached out, grabbed him gently by his arms, and pulled him close.

The combination of his boyish chest rubbing my nipples and the slight change in angle triggered another series of contractions inside my pussy. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, so I could guide how much space Lucas had as he moved out. As an added bonus, almost all of him was touching me.

“Ohh… ah… ahh…” Lucas moaned in my ear.

I quickly lost track of time as my little brother was pounding away. I glanced at Ethan, almost forgetting he was still sitting there. I noticed he was watching us intensely as he was toying with his dick. He wasn’t jacking it, just toying. I felt sorry for him, but the moment that feeling entered my mind, I felt thrilled! There was no need to feel sorry for him. I was going to take his virginity too in a few minutes, which most probably meant another great fuck for me.

Looking at his lean, naked, underdeveloped body and feeling Lucas’s body lying on top of me with his dick sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy, triggered a full-blown orgasm. I firmly hugged my brother’s body as fireworks went off before my eyes. If I didn’t know I saw this because of the best-ever orgasm in my life, I would’ve sworn the fireworks were real! It all went black for a moment, but I came back at it in time to hear my brother’s moans increase.

“OOHHH!! MMMNG…. I’m… It’s…” he moaned.

I never was much of a screamer. Usually, I was pretty quiet during the sex. Usually, there was only heavy panting, interrupted by an occasional soft moan escaping my lips. But this was different! I didn’t know what came over me. If it was the fact that my brother was fucking me. The idea of an audience. The prospect of more? All I knew is that I was almost losing it.

“CUM FOR ME!! OHHH YESSS…. DO IT!” I practically screamed.

I released the hug I was holding my brother to give him a bit more space to move. That apparently was all it took. Lucas started slamming his pelvis really hard against mine, and I saw his eyes cross.

“I’m…. AHHHHHH!!!” he groaned and stopped moving completely after he pounded against me for the last time.

I felt his penis kicking inside my pussy, and the soft, slow contractions of my pussy felt like I was milking him. Lucas buried his head between my neck and shoulder while his whole body laid motionless on top of me. The kicking of his dick was the only movement I felt, besides his wildly beating heart against my chest. It was amazing! Without a doubt, the best fuck I ever had.

“You were amazing,” I whispered as I started stroking his hair.

A few moments later, he lifted his head and looked at me as he saw me for the very first time. The moment our eyes met, a huge grin spread across his face. He started to giggle, and I could feel he was still hard! That stuff was amazing!

“I just fucked you,” he said, still giggling.

“Haha! You sure did!” I laughed.

“How was it?” Ethan asked eagerly.

“It’s… eh… just the best feeling EVER!” Lucas said enthusiastically, his dick still rubbing me inside with every move he made.

“I assume you’d like to try too?” I asked Ethan seductively, ready to take another cherry.

“Can I?” he asked, looking at us.

“Sure! She’s not my girlfriend, you know?” Lucas giggled and, with evident reluctance, pulled out and got off the bed to make room for his best friend.
Ethan didn’t need the explanation I gave to Lucas. He clearly paid attention to what we did. So he got between my legs and wasted no time getting into position. I didn’t mind, though. I was still highly on-edge and wanted to continue fucking. The way this was going, I could do it all night. So the moment Ethan’s shaft touched my pussy, I grabbed his dick, lined him up, and nodded as I smiled at him. He was obviously nervous for his first fuck, and I could see him swallow. But he didn’t want to let this opportunity go to waste, so he started sliding into me.

It was almost as good as when Lucas entered me. Almost. He also took the slow approach, which I absolutely loved! But his dick was just a little thicker, and I guess that that, combined with him not being my brother, made this just a little less exciting. Not by much, and it was still a top-three experience. But still. I wasn’t disappointed or anything, and at the moment, it barely registered. But looking back at it, that was the difference between the two.

The moment Ethan was all the way in and our bare pubes mashed together, I started feeling that familiar tingle spreading again. Oh, these boys made me feel all special and hot, and…

“Go for it, big boy,” I growled playfully, looking him in his eyes.

Ethan started moving in and out. And just like Lucas, he slipped out a lot. So I wrapped my legs around him too, and precisely the same thing happened with Ethan as it did with Lucas. I came hard. By then, I lost count of how many times I came, but it was a lot. Big ones, little ones, half an orgasm, you name it. I had it.
Movement on the bed caught my attention, and I saw that Lucas sat down on the bed at almost the same spot as where Ethan had been watching us. I reached out with my left hand and gently caressed my brother’s still hard cock. I had trouble focusing my gaze, which he must’ve noticed, and smiled.

He put his hand on mine, lifted my hand from his dick, and placed it on top of Ethan’s tight little bubble-butt. He kept smiling and said, “Just enjoy this fuck,” and his gaze went to Ethan’s now pumping butt.

I learned that Ethan was a stayer. Maybe it was because he came twice already in a short time before this fuck, but so did Lucas. None of the older boys I fucked up until then managed to make me cum three times, but Ethan did. And he did it just because he kept going at a steady pace. The tip of his pointy dick kept rubbing against my G-spot. No one had ever managed that yet, but this little eleven-year-old stud did. I guess that was the main reason I kept cumming over and over again.

But this staying-power couldn’t last forever. I couldn’t stop moaning as Ethan kept pistoning in and out of my pussy. I heard myself saying, “oh FUCK!, oh FUCK!” repeatedly as another orgasm approached. But when I managed to focus my view on the lover above me, I knew I wasn’t going to make it to a fourth.

Ethan’s mouth hung open, and only short, “ah, ah, ah” sounds came from deep inside his throat. He looked me in my eyes, but it was clear he wasn’t seeing anything anymore. He was inside his bubble and on the verge of cumming. I’ll never forget that incredibly sexy face. Ever.

“I’m… AMGHN!! OHHH!!!!!!” Ethan shouted, and his body started shaking while his penis started kicking inside me, firing blanks.

I just held him closely and noticed Lucas’s hand was still lying on Ethan’s butt. I wasn’t sure if it had been there all the time but found it heartwarmingly cute that my brother supported his friend that way.

Ethan laid on top of me for a few more minutes as all three of us were lost in our own thoughts. The moment Ethan started moving and his penis slid out, I felt an emptiness I needed to get filled up as soon as possible. But I wasn’t sure if the boys were ready again, so I decided not to push them.

Lucas was the first to speak. “That was unbelievable, Sis!” And a few moments later, after he’d glanced down and looked at Ethan’s, “And it’s unbelievable we’re still hard!” he giggled.

“Un -fucking- believable,” Ethan panted.

I’ve never heard him swear this way, but it was clear where this came from, and I loved the way he said it. It came over to me as if it was meant as the biggest compliment he could give me.

“How is it down there?” I asked Lucas as my hand cupped his balls.

“Great!” he beamed, “No pain, just a boner.”

“Ready for more?” I asked.

“Oh yeah…” Lucas said, grinning from ear to ear. He crawled back between my legs and entered me with ease. It turned out the three of us fucked all night. We dozed a bit between fucks, but as soon as one of us opened an eye, we were back at it. The hottest thing we did that night was when Lucas fucked me, missionary style, with Ethan on his knees next to my head. Lucas and I blew him together. Almost simultaneously, the three of us came together.

After their third or fourth fuck, their dicks finally started to get limp. They were both relieved, but I was a bit sad and afraid it would be the end of it. By that time, it was deep into the night, almost light out again, and we could barely keep our eyes open. So we crawled under the blanket, cuddled up together.

Around noon the next day, I was woken by movement beside me. Both boys were clearly hard again and going at it in that blazing hot sixty-nine they did earlier. I was afraid I opened Pandora’s box by teaching them.

“What a way to wake up,” I mumbled, only to be greeted by muffled groans.

Almost simultaneously, I heard two ‘popping’ sounds and two eager faces looking my way.

“Can we fuck again?” they said, exactly at the same time.

Okay. Maybe not Pandora’s box, but it was close. I smiled at their eagerness, and I couldn’t wait for them to enter me again. We had a full day and night ahead of us, and I didn’t have a doubt in my mind how we would spend it.

“I still have two pills left,” Ethan said coyly. “Should I get them?”

Oh yeah! A great day indeed!

The end.

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
All rights reserved

Wow… I really needed that! The writing of Smoky Mountains took his toll on me. I needed a few weeks to find my mojo. I never wrote a story this quick, but I’m quite pleased with how it turned out. This story lingered inside for a few months now, and I’m glad it’s out of my system. I know… nothing too fancy story-wise. Just a focus on the sexy bits of the story. But hey! That’s why you’re here, right?

Can’t thank E-o-F enough! He effortlessly reads my stories and picks out the typos and inconsistencies. Thanks again, Ed!! You’re the best! I already pointed it out a few times, but his stories are magnificent! Check them out here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Edward_or_Ford.

As always: All comments are more than welcome!

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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 9

Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 9
By
Caliboy1991

Day 42

Kelly

“That’s a fine grip you’ve got, Kelly,” Dr. Peters said as he shook my hand, “I understand a certain young man is turning thirteen today.”

I squeezed his hand and felt the muscles working along my hand and wrists. It felt wonderful to have those damned wrist braces off for good. “Yes, sir.”

“I’m sure your mom is ready to have you helping around the house more.”

Thinking about how my relationship with my Mom had changed over the past six weeks, I felt my face heat up. If the doctor had only known.

Mom, who stood next to me, dug her elbow into my ribs, “I’ve been taking care of Kelly for so long now, I think it’s his turn to take care of me for a bit.”

She laughed, and I felt the heat get even warmer at the double meaning. Dr. Peters chuckled, “It’s a good thing there’s still some of the summer left to enjoy. Now, Kelly, make sure you don’t overexert yourself the first couple of days. You may feel a bit of discomfiture in your wrists or hands over the next couple of days. That’s normal. Any questions?”

I shook my head. While the activities I thought about required my hands, I seriously doubted my wrists would have a problem with what they needed to do.

When Dr. Peters showed us to the door, I was happy as I’d ever been. After six weeks, my wrists were free from those damned torture devices. I could scarcely contain my joy as I sprinted across the parking lot, flexing both my wrists and hands every which way.

When Mom got to the car, my hair was plastered to my forehead. It was the middle of the summer and a Texas one at that. But I didn’t care about any of that as I opened her door like a perfect gentleman. When I opened it, my voice cracked, “Madam, please be seated.”

My voice was changing. If I sang to myself, which was something I liked to do sometimes, my voice seemed to hold the high notes I’d always been able to hit, but over the past couple of weeks, when talking, my voice would sometimes crack. I found it annoying, but Mom would laugh every time it happened, “My man’s growing up.”

Once I was in the passenger seat, I turned to Mom after buckling my seatbelt, “What’re we doing for my birthday?”

Mom started the car and turned the AC on high as more sweat beaded on our bodies. “Last year we went to that pizza place you like so much with all the video games. We could do that again.”

Something stirred in my shorts. Normally, the idea of feeding quarters into an arcade game sounded pretty cool. But now, I just wanted to get home and hang out with Mom. I guess that’s one big way things had changed over the past six weeks. I loved being around her as our relationship had changed so much. On the other hand, that pizza joint made a great pizza.

“Can we pick a pizza up from there and go on back home?”

Mom nodded and pulled out of the parking space, “Anything for my man.”

Driving over to the pizza joint, she put her hand just above my knee, “I’m so glad you’re done with those wrist braces. I can put those diapers back in the attic now and be done with them.”

I grinned, “It hasn’t been that bad, at least over the past couple of weeks. I don’t think you’ve had to change a diaper since the beginning of July.”

Mom dipped her head, “True, Kel. All the same, I’m glad we’re done with them.”

For the most part, I agreed with her. “I know. But if it hadn’t been for having to change me, I wonder if the summer would have turned out as good.”

Mom squeezed my leg, “Maybe not, baby. Without that, we might never have realized how much we need each other.”

I rested my hand on top of hers, “And not just as my mom.”

“Or as my son,” she replied.

When Mom pulled into the pizza joint’s parking lot, I grabbed a twenty from her purse, “I’ll get it ordered.”

There were people in the parking lot, otherwise I would have leaned over and kissed her. Instead, I said, “I love you, Karen.”

As I opened my car door, she called back, “I love you too, Kelly.”

After paying for the pizza, I waited near the cash register. The girl behind the counter looked like she was in high school. I was just as tall as her. Of course, Mom had told me she thought I had grown at least an inch, maybe even two, over the past six weeks. I almost felt sorry for Mom, being as short as she was, not even an inch over five feet. Of course, thinking of Mom made my penis harden. Being taller and stronger than Mom, I wondered what it would feel like taking charge of what we enjoyed.

We came on home after the pizza joint. As soon as Mom parked the car, I ran around to the driver’s side and opened the door for her, again. Part of me just enjoyed being able to do something, anything, with my hands and wrists. Most of me just enjoyed doing something for Mom. The smile she gave me made the effort worth it.

When she stepped out of the car, Mom stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. If I hadn’t been holding the pizza box, I would have wrapped my arms around her and given her a proper kiss.

Once inside, she asked me, “Where do you want to eat dinner, my lovely birthday boy? Living room, dining room, Kitchen?”

I swept past her, “Can we eat in the bedroom?”

Once in the bedroom, I set the pizza on the end of the bed. When Mom came into the room, I turned and put my hands on her hips. It felt so good to touch her without the constraints of the wrist braces.

I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Without the pizza box getting in my way, I wanted a proper kiss. My arms snaked around and pulled her against me as my tongue slid between her lips. I felt her body against mine. It felt different from all those times before when we hugged naked. But not bad. Still, I wanted to show her I really could be her man. When the kiss ended, I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it off. She wore a white bra and soon my fingers found the small hooks holding it in place. The bra joined the shirt on the floor as I drank in Mom’s perky tits.

Although I’ve seen them every day for five weeks, I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing them. The small nipples hard to my touch were a delight to touch as my hand rubbed her chest. Sure, I had touched her tits lots, even plenty of times without the wrist braces. But now, there were no constraints. I didn’t have to worry about hurting my wrists and the pain was long gone.

As I played with her tits, Mom’s hand unfastened the button on my shorts and forced the zipper down. A moment later, her hands pushed both my shorts and underwear to the floor. It wasn’t just my height that had grown. My five-inch erection pointed at her belly as I let go her boobs and unfastened her belt and worked her shorts off.

When we were both naked, I stopped long enough to admire Mom’s beauty. She was, in my eyes, absolutely beautiful. Over the previous weeks, my fear had fallen away as we grew comfortable in our new relationship. “You’re gorgeous,” I breathed.

Mom tilted her head up and kissed me again, “You’re biased. But I love you all the more for it.”

It was hot outside and our skin was still sticky with our sweat. I took her by the hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. There was something liberating in turning on the water faucet, the muscles in my wrist and hand easily turning the knob until water cascaded into the tub. I adjusted the water’s temperature. I wasn’t in any hurry and wanted to draw out our shower, so the water temperature was almost cool as I held Mom’s hand until she stepped into the tub.

When I joined her under the tepid flow of water, I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered my hands and then gently worked the suds against her tits. Even hard as rubber, her nipples still gave way to my slick fingers. Mom moaned, “Oh, Kel, that’s nice.”

I let the soap sluice from her before I bent my head and licked at her nipples. I liked the contrast in how her nipples felt under my tongue versus her areolas or even the rest of her small, perky breasts. Her moans made my tongue work even harder, and that led to more moans. Eventually, she grabbed my hands and put them on her stomach and I let a nipple slip from my mouth as I applied more soap to my hands and worked my way down her front.

When I touched her pubic mound, some baby powder dissolved under my fingers. She felt just as smooth as me. She must have slipped into the bathroom after I fell asleep last night and shaved down there. I wasn’t one to complain. I loved the way my fingers slid across her smooth-as-silk skin. I ran my fingers into her slit, finding that nub of her clit. I’d come to love the reaction I got from her by playing with that delightful button. It is to her what my stiffy is to me.

I knelt and spread her lips open, giving me a better view of her clit and hood. I slowly dragged my finger along that nub of skin, enjoying Mom’s wordless moan. Then, I leaned in and licked that bit of flesh and was rewarded with a full-body shudder as Mom moaned, “Ah, fuck!”

With both my hands on either side of her slit, I lapped at her clit as her tangy juices hit my tastebuds. While my tongue kept licking at her engorged clit, my fingers found her pussy hole and I worked one deep inside. Mom rewarded me with her groin quivering and undulating under my touch. I’ve seen enough to know what was coming. Or more precisely, who was about to cum.

Mom’s entire body shook, making it hard to keep my tongue pressed against her clit, even as the amount of juice flowing through her slit was enough to send my tastebuds into overdrive. After a few body spasms, Mom pushed my head away from her clit, “Ah, Jesus, Kel. I can’t catch a breath—that felt so fucking incredible!”

I stood, grinning at the look of pure ecstasy on her face. Even though I loved the feel of Mom’s mouth on my stiffy or to feel my stiffy buried to the hilt in her pussy, I also love giving her just as much pleasure as she gives me.

Any pretense at getting clean in the shower was gone. Mom knelt and took hold of my stiffy and stroked me a few times before putting her mouth around my flared dick. Just my head was inside her mouth, but the tingles almost felt like lightning surging through me. I backed up against the back side of the tub and leaned against the tile work. It was that or collapse under the relentlessness of her tongue on my penis. Her hands traced across my legs and my pubic area. Even as her hands caressed my body, a small part of me wondered how long I’d have to wait to grow some hair down there. But as she took more of me in her mouth, even those thoughts fled. All that remained was the fantastic tingling racing up and down my shaft along with Mom’s tongue.

As her upper lip touched my pubic area, I moaned, “Ah, God, that feels so good!”

My stiffy hit the back of Mom’s throat. She didn’t gag. Not anymore. The tightness of her throat sent shivers radiating from my stiffy, down my legs and up my spine. I was in heaven as that tingling turned into a roar in my ears, “Ahh, I’m cumming!”

Mom pushed against me; her lips locked around the base of my stiffy as I spasmed. Jolt after jolt fired from my stiffy. Even though I couldn’t see what happened, what with my stiffy buried in Mom’s mouth, I could envision it. Five clear blasts of my cum coated the back of her throat. My semen, still clear, wasn’t as watery as before. And now, I kept shooting it each time my penis spasmed—five, sometimes six shots of my cum.

When I finally could stand without the back wall holding me up, Mom turned off the water and before I had regained my breath, she was drying us both off before pulling me back to the bedroom. She pushed me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to not worry about hurting your hand and wrist when doing this. Now I can!”

I gasped as she slid down on me, impaling herself on my five inches. She shuddered as she bottomed out on me, “Oh, fuck. You’re amazing.”

All I was doing was lying on the bed, letting her ride my stiffy. Mom leaned forward until our lips touched and set my heart to racing again when she slid her tongue between my lips. The tingling was nearly overwhelming as her tongue fucked my mouth at the same time she pounded down on me. Still, it hadn’t been very long at all since my last cum, so even though the tingling was powerful, that sense of fireworks and bliss was still distant.

Mom grabbed my hands and held them over my head. The wet sound of her pelvis slapping against my groin filled the room. In the five weeks or so that we had discovered sex with one another, I had never felt her get so aggressive. And I loved how it felt—my body tingled from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

Time passed as her pussy juices completely coated my penis. I could feel her orgasm as her vaginal walls clenched my penis and throbbed with waves of pressure. By the time I felt that familiar feeling of incredible release coming, sweat poured down Mom’s face, even her tits were slick with perspiration. My growing balls constricted as I felt my cum travel up my penis, which spasmed again and again, shooting deep inside her womb. When I stopped spasming, Mom collapsed on top of me, her face against my shoulder.

She sighed, “When we first made love, Kel, I thought you were just the right size. But you know, as you’ve gotten bigger, I still feel the same thing. You’re just the right size for me.”

She giggled, “And when you’re pounding me with your seven inches when you’re sixteen, it’ll still be just the right size for me.”

I loved hearing Mom talk like that. I loved being inside her. To hear her talk about the future and know it would include lots of hot sex. It made my day. I wrapped my arms around her back and in an unbroken voice softly sang, “Happy birthday to me…”

***

Day 43

Karen

I was warm when I woke. As my eyes cracked open, I realized I was on my side and the covers were toward the bottom of the bed. Yet I was warm. Then, as the great sex from last night came back to me, I realized Kelly was spooning me, him the big spoon to my little spoon. You might think I would be ashamed or that I would be afraid. Those thoughts had already died over the past five weeks. Kelly would forever be my son. But by now, he saw himself as my boyfriend and also my lover. That suited me fine. I loved being his girlfriend and lover.

Still, the first day without the wrist braces, this was new. Before, he slept on his back. If he slept on his side, it had always been facing away from me. So, waking up with his chest to my back was a welcome change. Almost as much as feeling something warm and hard between my legs. I reached down and sure enough, his penis was speared between my legs. I could really get used to this.

I placed my hands over his, which were resting a few inches below my breasts. When I moved them so that each of his hands cupped one of my boobs, he stirred. Gently squeezing my boobs, he said, “Wow, that’s a pleasant way to wake up, ah, Karen.”

I love how he calls me Karen when we’re getting our funk on. It’s one way he shows that he’s my boyfriend and lover. I wiggled my butt and clenched my thighs, “Yeah. You’re going to have to hold me more when sleeping. I enjoy waking up like this.”

Kelly pushed his hips forward, and I felt his erection push against my inner thigh. I wanted more. I reached between my legs and took hold of him and positioned him against me. “Fuck me, Kel. Make love to your girlfriend this morning.”

He shifted his hip forward and slowly sank into my vagina. It wasn’t very far, and he backed out only to slide in a bit further. Each time he shifted in and out, I grew wetter and soon he was as deep inside me as he could be. I murmured, “That feels great. I could wake up like this every day.”

He shifted just enough so that his penis was just below my slit. It was almost as if I was sitting on his lap, just that we were on our sides. As he slowly slid back, his hands massaged my breasts. They were still sensitive from last night, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. All of him. And if he drove me crazy with his hands, all the better.

Being on our sides, having just woke up, Kelly was almost lazy in the way he pulled back. His penis dragged across my vaginal walls until just before he would pop out, he just as lazily slid himself fully into me. Between the incredible feeling on my breast and the even more powerful feeling growing between my legs, I was going to cum before him. But one advantage I have, I can keep on orgasming as long as Kelly keeps on stimulating me.

I shuddered through my first orgasm. Kelly only clenched my tits more firmly and sped up. As he slid in and out, he moaned, “Ah, God, you’re like a glove on my stiffy. Just right!”

I lost track of both the time and the number of orgasms I had before I felt him push as deep as possible as he shuddered. No words passed his lips as he grunted. His penis pulsed, spasming as he shot his cum into me.

My breasts felt so sensuous as he kept kneading his palms against them. Between the intensity of the feeling surging through my breasts and how deeply Kelly had impaled himself in me, a fresh orgasmic wave crashed over me, and my pussy squeezed his shaft tight enough to pull a moan from his lips. Eventually, I had no choice but to take his hands and put them on my stomach just to catch my breath.

He dreamily said, “I love you, Karen.”

I replied, “I love you too, Kel.”

Before long, I heard his soft, rhythmic breathing. My son, boyfriend and lover, fell asleep after fucking me. He was asleep five minutes before his penis softened and slid out. I snuggled against him, eliciting a wordless moan from him before snores confirmed he sank deeper into sleep.

I closed my eyes, enjoying how he held me close. Before long, I joined him in sleep. The summer had started with us being nothing more than mother and son. I drifted back to sleep with the soft comfort of knowing we would finish the summer as lovers.

The End

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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 8

Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 8
By
Caliboy1991

Day 6

Karen

Something scratched at me and woke me up. When I opened my eyes, the bedroom was still dark. The scratching was on my arm and although it was dark, I could make out a dim shadow. It was Kelly’s arm resting on mine. More precisely, his wrist brace scratched my skin where the back side of the velcro rubbed against me.

As gently as I could, I moved his hand onto the bed and rolled onto my side to better see Kelly’s sleeping form. As my eyes acclimated to the dark, his features came into focus. His bare chest rose and fell. Part of me knew I should feel guilty. After all, what Kelly and I had was escalating. Bad enough that I had masturbated him. Granted, I had told myself it wasn’t practical for him to go forty or more days without taking care of that need. Boys his age get erections and need the release.

But giving him a blow job went way beyond simply giving him sexual release through a hand job. The part of me that knew this was wrong seemed broken, though. I didn’t feel shame, even though some part of me knew I should. I wasn’t fearful. I imagine some women who touch their sons worry about the secret getting out or worse, the secret turning their sons against them. I’ve always had a bond with Kelly and a level of trust that connects us. And now, as our relationship had changed, that bond, that connection felt stronger. Somewhere inside me, I knew he wanted this even more than I did, and he trusted me to walk beside him through these new experiences.

Still, I didn’t know where things would end up. Would he tire of the sexual part of things? Would he eventually want a girl his own age? Or a boy? I didn’t know. But I felt we could navigate those things.

As I gazed on Kelly’s sleeping form, I slipped a hand into my panties, and enjoyed the pleasure I found in touching myself. While it may not feel as good as Kelly’s touch, it was enough. With my other hand, I pulled my sports bra off, giving my other hand access to my breasts. I squeezed a nipple as I found my clit. It wasn’t long until I was wet as last night.

I yanked my fingers from my panties when Kelly mumbled in his sleep. He thrashed about, kicking at the covers. When he settled down, the covers were down at his feet. As his breathing returned to normal, I thought about satisfying my needs. Before I could resume, the expression on Kelly’s sleeping face reminded me of when he was a little baby. I’d seen the look more than twelve years before when he pissed his diapers.

Curious, I leaned over and heard a faint hissing noise. After eight or ten seconds, his expression softened and a light snore confirmed he slept. I knew it was the pain meds. The sleep they put Kelly into was so deep, he just lost control of his bladder. It would pass once he didn’t need the meds for the pain in his wrists.

What would happen when he didn’t need the wrist braces? I didn’t want him going back to his own bed. Even though only a few days had passed with him sharing mine, I didn’t want to lose that. I enjoyed his closeness and wanted it to continue. I wanted us to keep taking showers together. They’d be so much more fun once his wrists healed. Although I couldn’t imagine it being much more fun than when Kelly had eaten me out.

Just thinking about Kelly licking my pussy made me aware of how wet I was. I pushed my panties down and off and let my fingers resume their effort to satisfy the itch I felt between my legs. Working away at my little clit, it wasn’t long before I came. Sometimes, when I cum, I feel a release with satisfaction washing over me. This morning, the itch didn’t go away. I craved more than what my fingers could provide. Sighing in frustration, I wiped my juice on my bra and tossed it on the floor. I moved closer to Kelly until my knees touched the side of his leg. I closed my eyes and tried to get a bit more sleep.

When I woke up again, there was a bit of light poking through the curtains. Kelly’s soft snore barely registered when I realized one of my legs lay over his left leg. The heat of his leg was against my slit and my tits pressed against the side of his chest. His arms were over his head, almost as if they had been placed there to get them out of the way.

Unable to keep myself from his beautiful form, I placed a hand on his chest and his snoring stopped. A few heartbeats later, Kelly murmured, “Mmm, what time is it?”

I cast a glance behind me at my alarm clock. “A bit before eight.”

He smiled as he realized how close we were. Then his smile grew into a grin when he realized I was naked. I leaned in and kissed him, “How’d you sleep?”

He pressed his lips against mine. When he finally broke the kiss, he said, “Good. But, ah, I think I wet the diaper.”

I rubbed his chest some more, “It’s okay, Kel. It’s just the meds.”

He sighed, “I know, it’s just not very grown up and… I dunno… I want to be grown up for you, um, Karen.”

I loved how he called me Karen. It made it feel more like I was his girlfriend. My hand slid from his chest to the waistband of the rubber pants, “You’re just perfect, Kel. Now, how about we get you out of this wet diaper?”

Knowing what I was about to see, it was more pleasure than work to get the changing pad from below the bed and let Kelly crawl onto the middle of it. Once the rubber pants were off, the wetness of the cloth diaper was plain to see. Kelly flushed in embarrassment. Even after nearly a week, I think it felt more difficult letting me see him in a wet diaper than just naked. I knew the remedy for that as I unfastened the safety pins and unfolded the cloth towel from his midsection.

True to form, my lovely boy’s four and a half inches were flying at full mast. When I used the wet-wipes, I spent a bit more time making sure his penis was clean than normal. Of course, it’s easy wiping a penis when it’s hard as a rock.

Once he was clean, I put the changing pad away and rejoined Kelly in the bed. He fixed his eyes on my bare chest, “Cool. I kinda hoped we could go around naked again.”

“Me too. It’s really liberating not wearing clothes when I’m with you, Kel.”

He flushed. I couldn’t blame him. After all, yesterday, we had spent the afternoon naked in the living room. Now, we were naked in bed. Kelly is nearly thirteen. From the way he acted yesterday to the look on his face this morning, he wanted more than what we’d done yesterday. So did I.

I snuggled against my son, kissing him on the cheek as he pulled the covers over us. My hand caressed his chest as he rolled onto his side, facing me. This put his face inches away from mine and my lips eagerly pressed into his lips.

Even though his wrists were secured in their black wrist braces, Kelly draped an arm over my waist as he shifted toward me. I wanted to tear those wrist braces off, but after last night, his expression when I put them back on told me I had pushed things as far as I dared, at least as far as the wrist braces were concerned. When I felt something warm and hard against my thigh, there was something else I hadn’t pushed far enough. The way Kelly pushed his body against mine told me he felt the same way.

Snaking one of my arms around him, I pulled Kelly against me, pausing only long enough to reach between us and thread his erection between my legs. I shivered as the top of his penis dragged against my outer lips. I wanted to feel him inside me, but reminded myself there wasn’t a hurry. We had the entire day to truly become lovers, not just boyfriend and girlfriend or even mother and son.

We lay on our sides, my breast crushed against his chest and his penis between my legs. There must be something primal and evolutionary about sex. Kelly’s hips rocked back and forth, pushing and pulling against my legs. My hand on his back went down until I felt the soft globe of his butt, and pushed him, trying to keep him from rocking. At least for the time being. I dearly wanted him to cum. Just not yet.

I felt the soft skin of Kelly’s neck against my lips as I kissed him. As tempted as I was to brand him as my lover with a deep red hickey, I resisted the urge. Instinctively I knew he would be embarrassed. The last thing I wanted was to make him embarrassed, especially when I wanted him in me. I worked my way up to his ear. I kissed it and sucked on the bit at the end. Then I decided I didn’t want to wait any longer. I hugged him tighter and whispered, “Make love to me, Kelly. I want you to fuck me, baby.”

There! I had said it. Kelly sucked in a deep breath of air. “Really?”

I moved a hand between us until I found the base of his erection, just below my slit. I raised myself a couple of inches as I shifted his erection until I felt him against my vagina. My voice shook, “Push in, baby!”

I felt some pressure and then my soaked pussy walls welcomed him. Despite his size, I felt some discomfiture when he penetrated me. Of course, I hadn’t had sex with anything other than my fingers since Kelly’s dad knocked me up over thirteen and a half years ago.

Kelly was a couple of inches inside me. I could feel him shake beside me, as the reality of what we were doing sank in. I used those precious moments to get used to him. A few heartbeats passed before I said, “Oh, baby. You feel incredible in me.”

It wasn’t especially true. Even though I was wet, those two inches had chaffed. But I knew once my body adjusted, I would be in nirvana. “That’s good, Kel. Now, pull back but don’t pull out.”

A moment later, I felt and heard a little pop as his head cleared my hole. “Oops,” he muttered as he poked me until he found my pussy again. Then he slid in. His penis was slick with my juices now and he slid in. The discomfiture disappeared and when he slipped into me I felt a wave of tingles wash over me. I felt myself edge toward my orgasm. And we had barely started!

Of course, if he made me cum before he was ready, I could keep right on going. Nothing would stop me from feeling him orgasm inside me.

He still popped out when he pulled back. But when he pushed in again, he slid in, going all the way until his small ball-sack slapped against my butt and his pelvis pushed into mine. I trembled at the feelings coursing through me. Even when I had been with Kelly’s father, I hadn’t felt this much intensity. I pushed my face into his shoulder, going so far to bite him, just enough to leave a mark.

When my teeth clamped on his shoulder, Kelly moaned and began rocking his hips forward and backward. I threw a leg over one of his legs and rolled onto my back while staying harpooned by his four and a half inches. Once on top of me, Kelly’s rocking smoothed out and before I realized what was happening, my eyes dimmed as my body shook. I came harder than I ever had before. “Ahh, fuck!”

Hearing the profanity in my mouth only egged Kelly on. He sped up, keeping my quivering pussy pulsating with orgasm. A handful of heartbeats later, he swore, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Then he shoved in harder than before and I felt him spasm inside me. My insides grew even warmer with his spilled watery seed. That was the only moment I worried I might get pregnant. In all my years since becoming pregnant, I hadn’t been with any other guy, and I saw no reason to mess with birth control.

Another shock of pleasure washed over me and another body-wracking cum blew any thought of protection away. When he finished, Kelly collapsed on me, every bit as hard as steel.

When he came down from the orgasm, Kelly slid off, resting against me, on his side. “Fuck!”

I kissed him, “Okay, lover boy. How was that?”

With stars in his eyes, Kelly gave me the biggest grin in his life, “That was un-fucking-believable. I thought when you sucked on me last night that it couldn’t possibly get any better. But this morning, you proved it gets better. Oh, my God! That was awesome!”

After a bit, I crawled on top of Kelly and soon was impaled on his penis. One thing I had forgotten about boys and their toy, they can stay hard through multiple cums. I was determined to find out if my new reality was as good as my memory.

Bouncing on Kelly’s hips, that feeling of something building inside me gradually increased. The look of pure pleasure on his face was enough to know my son enjoyed it as much as me. I was in control, and I enjoyed moving at a pace that brought me immense pleasure even while I inched toward another mind-blowing orgasm.

This time, I stopped as I felt myself nearing that point of no-return. I rested on his lap for that intense pleasurable feeling to fade and then I picked up, finding that exquisite pleasure as Kelly screwed his eyes shut. He was getting close. I sped up, wanting to feel his eruption matching my own.

Kelly groaned and tensed. My hips burned and my knees ached, but I was resolved to reach that magical place as close as possible to him. He shuddered, and I felt his penis twitch and grew warm again as his cum filled my womb.

Yet I bounced on. Only a few seconds passed until I felt a roar in my ears as I came. My orgasm flowed through my entire body and I kept bouncing through the burning pain in my hips. I kept at it until I felt Kelly shrinking inside me. Worn out, I flopped onto my back, right beside Kelly, spent.

Two orgasms in less than thirty minutes. I hadn’t experienced this, even before I became pregnant with my son.

Kelly mumbled something incoherent, and I slid from the bed and went to the bathroom where I sent to the bathroom and felt his seed slide from my insides. For the second time, I worried about the lack of protection. But then again, my son’s seed is clear and watery. Still, I might risk it today, but I made a note to get myself back on the pill. My son, boyfriend and lover, I loved unconditionally. But I didn’t want to get pregnant from his seed. At least not yet. Maybe when he gets older. Maybe.

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Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 7

Helpless for the Summer – Chapter 7
By
Caliboy1991

Day 5

Karen

Kelly’s soft snore woke me on the first Friday of our summer vacation. And oh, how different this summer was shaping up to any before it. I rolled onto my side to better see my little angel. Although that description hardly applied anymore. Even though his thirteenth birthday was still nearly two months away, he was three inches taller than me. By the time he finishes growing, he’s going to tower over me. I lost track of his dad more than thirteen years ago and have no idea how tall Brandon eventually grew. When I knew Kelly’s dad, he was about the same size as Kelly now.

Of course, Brandon was only thirteen years old when he got me pregnant when I was fifteen. I hadn’t told my mom who my son’s father was. I had told no one. Even now, the idea of tracking down the man with whom I’d had a brief fling when we were just kids, had no appeal. Kelly was mine, and disrupting his father’s life would serve no good. All Brandon and I had together was a means to explore our own sexuality. Just fuck buddies for a season of our childhood. He had seen me go from being flat as a pancake to modestly filling out an a-cup. I had watched him grow from three-and-a-half inches to five inches, from as smooth as a baby’s bottom to a few strands of pubic hair.

Brandon and I had never used protection. We started fucking before he could cum. Then, when he had started, it was clear and watery, just like Kelly now. He was closer to fourteen than thirteen when he got me pregnant. And by then, his semen, while still thin and watery, was cloudy.

Now, as I look upon my own son, I couldn’t help but wonder, did I have a type? After all, the only man I had ever been with in my twenty-eight years of life was a boy of twelve and thirteen. And here I was again, falling for his son at the same age.

I had never thought of myself like that. Since giving birth to Kelly, my life had simply been too chaotic to pursue another relationship. That had to be right.

I hadn’t taken a job as a teacher’s aide to be closer to kids. Just one kid in particular, and he was beside me in the bed. I closed my eyes, thinking about that. It must have been my imagination, surely I didn’t favor the boys in the classes with which I worked, more than the girls.

I shook my head. No, the two weren’t related. They couldn’t be. What I felt for Kelly was something unique. Just him. It had to be.

I sighed as I watched Kelly’s narrow chest rise and fall with each breath. I wanted to touch him, to caress his body. My eyes went to his innie belly button. His entire belly was flat. Maybe, when he gets older, he’ll develop some muscle tone, but for now, his body was slender and willowy. And I wanted to take hold of him and love every square inch of him.

Maybe I was a wicked woman for wanting him, but I couldn’t help myself. My love for my son was beyond just maternal instincts. I wanted his happiness the same way a lover wants her mate’s happiness. When he had asked me last night about continuing on after the wrist braces came off, I had been so excited. He wanted what I wanted.

And staring at him as light filtered through the curtain, I was helpless to stop myself. The very best I could hope for was to take things slowly, letting Kelly set our pace.

Kelly stretched, his arm reaching over his head. When his hand hit the headboard, he groaned and opened his eyes. He pulled his injured hand toward his chest, cradling it awkwardly, unable to hold it with his other equally injured hand. I felt so sorry for him, I patted him on his stomach, “That had to hurt, kiddo.”

Grimacing, he nodded, “Yeah. I can hardly wait for my wrists to heal. This sucks.”

I moved over to him, not stopping until our legs touched, “I know, baby. But I’m here for you.”

He looked over at me, his expression telling me he was acutely aware of our closeness. His eyes took in the pink tank-top I still wore from yesterday. Below, I wore my recently cleaned peach-colored panties. I liked them because they came closer than any other underwear to matching my skin tone.

He smiled, “Thanks.”

My hand lowered, sliding between the elastic waistband of his rubber pants and skin. I touched the cloth diaper and found it wet. “I guess we should change your diaper, kiddo.”

He sighed, “Maybe tonight, if my wrists don’t hurt too much, I can stop taking the pain pill.”

I slid off the bed and pulled out the changing equipment. Once I had him on the changing pad, I said, “Maybe. But the meds are there to help you manage the pain, Kel. The diaper is a small price to pay for a good night’s sleep.”

By the time I had the diaper off, his penis pointed upward. While I wasn’t strong enough to ignore the sight of that beautiful tube of flesh, I said, “How’d you enjoy yesterday without the diaper?”

His eyes lit up, “It was fun. Can I go without it again?”

There was nothing I enjoyed more than seeing Kelly in all his glorious naked beauty. “Yeah, baby. That’s fine.”

He bounded out of bed, hurrying to the bathroom. Funny, spoon-feeding my naked boy was more fun than feeding a partially clothed boy. Of course, it probably had more to do with his near constant erection.

When we settled onto the couch to watch a game show, he leaned against me and before long, I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, drawing him closer.

We were about halfway through The Price is Right when he glanced up at me, “Um, can I ask you something?”

Since we settled onto the couch, Kelly’s penis had gone from hard to soft and back to hard several times. I enjoyed the show. Right now, it was hard. I said, “Sure, Kel. Of course.”

He pursed together his lips as though in deep thought. Whatever was on his mind seemed to be difficult for him to say.

I squeezed his shoulder in a hug, “Kel, you can ask me anything.”

His eyes drifted across my body, “Um, why don’t you get undressed too?”

I found I had tensed up as he tried to figure out how to ask his question. Some part of me thought he was going to ask me why I touched him. Another part worried he would say he never wanted me to touch him again. I hadn’t seen this question coming.

I let out a sigh of relief. “Do you really want me to, Kel?”

His face turned scarlet even as he nodded, “Um, I mean, only if you want to. I just think you’re really pretty and all.”

Relief washed through me. I sat up and pulled my top off, giving Kelly something to ogle. His eyes went straight to my tits as he grinned, “Jeez, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks, baby. Is this okay or do you want me to take my panties off?”

Kelly’s eyes went to the center of my underwear, “Ah. Do you want to?”

The longing in his eyes competed with the uncertainty they also conveyed. I wasn’t sure, but suspected he’d go along with either option. Still, I longed to hear his choice. I said, “Would you like to see me naked, baby?”

A few heartbeats later, he nodded, his words failing him as I felt him shiver. I shifted my hips, pulling them up from the seat, and pulled my panties down. My slit was like a long, thin gash between my legs. My inner labias hid deep inside that slit. My outer labias, the lips hinted at in what Kelly could see, were thin, almost like Kelly’s pursed lips from a moment before.

Even my clitoral hood was masked, hidden just under the top of my slit. It felt weird and exhilarating all at the same time. When we had showered last night, I could pretend that time was simply one of necessity, cleaning him up while not getting my underwear soaked. Now, there was no hiding the sexual tension. No man had seen me like this since Brandon thirteen years ago. Yet, this was exactly what I wanted.

I settled back in my seat, returned my arm around Kelly’s shoulder and pulled him against my body. Our sides were practically melded together, from his chest resting against the side of my boob, to our ribs touching, our hips touching, our knees, even our feet.

I tried to get back into the game show, but I could feel Kelly’s eyes roaming over my body. Of course, my eyes drifted to his erection until I couldn’t help myself. My hand took hold of him, eliciting a pleasurable sigh, “Ahh!”

As Kelly sat there, a smile on his face as I masturbated him, I wished his hands could massage my breasts. I wanted nothing more than for him to feel my body, to caress it, to make it his own. After jacking him for a minute or so, I slowed down my stroking until I pulled back. It wasn’t that I wanted to deny him the intense pleasure of his orgasm. I just wanted to draw it out. After all, what was the hurry?

He glanced at me. My hand moved up to his stomach, where I let it rest. There was a flash of confusion, “Um, did I do something wrong?”

I rubbed my hand from his chest down to his belly, “No, baby. I just want to take my time. You’ll like it even better when you cum if we draw it out.”

As though this were a revelation, his eyes grew round, “Really? Cool.”

He leaned his head against my right boob and after a few minutes, rested his hand on my thigh. The wrist brace was scratchy, but I would endure it just to feel his fingers on my skin. After a couple of minutes, Kelly said, “Your skin is really smooth, Mom. It’s nice. I wish I didn’t have this stupid brace on.”

That made two of us. He was allowed to take the wrist braces off before getting into the shower. What would be the harm in taking one off for a little while now? My mind latched onto that idea. We’d leave the brace off—just for a while.

As gently as possible, I took Kelly’s hand, “I think we can take the brace off for a bit. Just let me know if it hurts.”

I removed the velcro straps and slid the torture device from Kelly’s wrist before laying it back on my thigh, not even a hand span away from my slit. After a moment, I said, “How does your hand feel, Kel?”

He actually wiggled his fingers, “Not too bad.”

I reached down and grabbed his penis and gently and slowly stroked him, “I like your touch. It feels nice on my leg.”

Encouraged, Kelly moved his hand, shifting it toward my crotch. I shivered when his finger touched me where my razor blade had removed some hair. I don’t know if it was intentional, but as his finger crept closer to my slit, I spread my legs, causing my outer lips to open just enough to reveal my little clitoral hood.

Kelly gasped and his hand froze. “What?” I asked.

His eyes shifted between my face and my slit, “That’s your, um, sexy parts.”

His innocence was beautiful. I’m not blind to how boys in school talk dirty about girls or even how many of them happily experiment on one another. But I couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words. “My sexy parts. Is that what you call it when you’re talking dirty with your friends at school?”

Kelly blushed, shaking his head.

I felt naughty, “What do you call it?”

Before this, I’d never have tolerated profanity from him. But now, I wanted to hear him talk dirty. Kelly’s voice was faint, “Pussy.”

I felt a tingle between my legs at hearing the word come from my son’s mouth. “Tell me what you want to do, baby.”

Blushing even more furiously, he said, “C-, can I touch your pussy?”

When my legs opened wider, this time it was intentional. Kelly’s fingers touched my outer lips, which opened, revealing more of my inner labia and fully exposing my clit. I felt a jolt akin to electricity when his finger touched my little nub of my clit. I groaned, “Ah, yeah. Touch me there, Kel. Again!”

Kelly’s finger was soon sopping with my juices as he played with my clit. There wasn’t any expertise in his touch. I could have done it far more expertly. But none of that would have given me the powerful tingle surging through my body at my son’s touch. Sooner than would have happened with my own fingers, my orgasm came on me like a tidal wave. One second, I stood on the beach, the next, it swept me away. My pussy grew even wetter as it quivered under Kelly’s light touch. And when the second wave crashed over me, my entire body shook with my orgasm. What I felt last night was nothing compared to now.

When I collapsed against the seat back, I wrapped an arm around Kelly’s neck and pulled him against me, as my lips sought his. I pressed my lips against his, and slid my tongue through his open and surprised lips. I didn’t, I couldn’t stop kissing him until I felt him wiggle under me. When I broke the kiss, he sucked in a deep breath of air.

When my pulse returned to normal, I gave him a peck on the tip of his nose, “Next time, love, breathe through your nose. Kisses last longer that way.”

He giggled as he nodded. “That was just like last night in the shower, wasn’t it?”

I shook my head, “No. Your hand on my clit was a thousand times better, Kel.”

“Clit?”

We hadn’t covered my clitoris in our fevered conversation. And seventh grade boys are pretty ignorant about what hides within the folds of a girl’s labia major. I pointed toward the little button partially hidden beneath my clitoral hood. “You see that little button there?”

Kelly leaned in, his free hand reaching forward. “You mean where I was touching you?”

I nodded, “Yep. That’s my clit. Well, clitoris, officially. But we call it a clit, for short. For a girl, it serves almost the same purpose as your dick. Speaking of which…”

I reached over and took him in my hand. He was just as hard as before. As I masturbated him, Kelly leaned back, resting his free hand on my thigh again. Little moans slipped from his lip as I gently slid my hand up and down. A few minutes after resuming, I felt him tense under me. My fingers flew up and down his shaft. He moaned, “Ahh!”

Seeing the clear, thin thread of his cum shoot into the air, I couldn’t help but wonder if his ejaculations would always be as powerful. By the time his four blasts of watery cum had shot out of his penis, it covered his chest.

I massaged another bead of his essence from his penis and licked my finger. Then I leaned over and licked his nipple, slurping a bit of Kelly’s sweet semen. I licked and kissed his chest until I had captured every drop that had shot from his erection. For his part, Kelly leaned his head back and closed his eyes, an expression of pure bliss on his features.

By the time we realized the time, we were hungry. I was nearly an hour late getting lunch on the table.

***

Kelly

I swallowed the pain pill at lunch. My wrist, now encased in its brace, hurt from my earlier effort. Ask me if I care. I don’t. I had no idea Mom’s pussy felt so soft and warm and fun. I was still trying to wrap my mind around the fact Mom was spoon-feeding me SpaghettiOs, wearing nothing at all.

No matter how I thought about what we have done over the past couple of days, one thing was inescapable. Our lives would never be the same. I could see the looks she gave me. She wanted to touch me as much as I wanted to touch her. How could we possibly go back to the way things were once the wrist braces come off?

I want her to give me every shower between now and forever. And if I never have to jack off again because she takes care of that for me, well, just sign me up! And once my wrists are healed, if she wants, I’ll rub her clit anytime she wants. Sitting at the table, eating lunch, it was hard for me to forget the way her body shook when she cummed.

In between bites, I said, “Thanks for making things better, Mom. I thought I ruined my summer when I broke my wrists. But this is a lot of fun.”

She grinned, “Yeah. It’s been better than I expected too.”

I swallowed another bite, “Um, do you think I can go naked for the rest of the summer?”

“Even after the wrist braces come off?”

I nodded, “Sure. It’d be our secret.”

She set the spoon down and ran her finger along my cheek, “You really like being naked around the house?”

I nodded, “Yeah. I mean, since you’ve been bathing me and making me wear a diaper at night and all, I don’t mind you seeing me naked anymore.”

Mom gave me another bite and said, “I suppose, baby. If you don’t mind me staring at your body.”

I gave her a sly grin, “You could too, you know.”

She laughed as she scraped the bottom of the bowl. “I see what you’re angling for. You get me naked for a couple of hours and now you want me naked all the time.”

My face was hot from blushing. She had nailed it. But she was laughing, so I knew I hadn’t upset her. I grinned back at her, “Well, you are super hot.”

After she gave me the last bite, Mom’s face grew somber, “You really think I’m beautiful, Kel?”

“Yeah! If I had a girlfriend, I’d want her to be as pretty as you.”

Mom tousled my hair before cleaning the table, “If I had a boyfriend, I’d want him to be just like you, Kel.”

I followed her back into the living room, “Just older?”

Mom sat down and patted the spot next to her, “Nope, just like you.”

As I settled in beside her, my mind seemed to play tricks on me. Was Mom saying she wanted me to be her boyfriend? The idea was crazy. Sure, boys in my class at school enjoyed looking at older girls and women, but for my mom to actually be my girlfriend?

Of course, when she kissed me, it felt nothing like when I was younger. And the way she touched me, even just to give me a bath, was way beyond anything before. And letting me touch her on her pussy, maybe she wanted… No, that’s crazy. Why would a hot woman like my mom want a scrawny almost-thirteen-year-old for a boyfriend?

As Mom channel surfed, I caught her glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. She wasn’t looking at my penis, which thankfully was still soft after what we’d done earlier. No, I think she was waiting for me to say something. Even though it was preposterous, maybe she did like me more than just mom and son.

I turned to face her, “Just like me? What about me?”

Mom’s lips curled at the edges and she placed a hand on my shoulder, “Kelly, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

I wasn’t sure how much Mom was playing with me. Even if she wasn’t being serious and this was all just a game, I figured it would be fun to play.

I flashed her my best smile, “Yeah. If you want.”

She leaned over and kissed me on my lips. I could taste the Campbell’s soup she had eaten, especially when she slid her tongue into my mouth. As our tongues twisted, I felt a thrill surge through my body and before the kiss ended, I had a stiffy again.

“How’s that for an answer?” she said.

I leaned against her arm until she moved it around me, letting me snuggle against her bare chest, “Cool.”

I didn’t know how long Mom would want to be my girlfriend or if this was only a game to help me cope with being cooped up inside with my hands and wrists messed up, but I went with it. “Um, Karen?”

Mom’s eyebrows arched, “Yes, Kelly?”

Cool. I had never called her by her given name. But I figured if we were going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, I couldn’t call her Mom. That would be super weird. And she hadn’t called me on it, which was even better.

“So, if I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend, what do we do?”

Mom squeezed my shoulder affectionately, “What do you want it to mean?”

I’d never had a girlfriend before. All I had to go on was what I saw on TV and with some kids at school who had girlfriends. Even though I had never seen Mom go on a date, I assumed she had boyfriends before I came along. “What’d you do when you had a boyfriend?”

Mom’s cheeks turned red. Her eyes went to my stiffy. “That was a long time ago, Kel. Why don’t we figure it out together?”

I liked the idea of learning how to date. When I nodded, Mom said, “What’s one thing that couples do?”

My eyes grew wide, “We’re a couple?”

I’d always thought of couples as like husbands and wives. Not boyfriends and girlfriends.

Mom chuckled, “People date, like a boyfriend and girlfriend, are couples. It means that they’re taken, not available for someone else to date.”

It was like a light turning on inside my head, “Oh. So, we’re a couple. Cool. Well, couples hold hands.”

She nodded, “True. And once your wrist braces come off, we can hold hands. What’s something else?”

I thought about her tongue in my mouth, “They kiss.”

Mom grinned, “True. So, do you want to kiss your girlfriend now?”

My stiffy twitched at the suggestion and I turned my head toward Mom and pressed my lips to hers. I wanted to show her I was learning, and I slid my tongue through our lips and felt a thrill run through my body when my tongue found Mom’s. Did she feel the same thing when she kissed me?

When we broke the kiss, I was breathing fast. Mom ran a hand along my arm, “That’s pretty good for a beginner. Something you should know as my boyfriend; I really love being kissed.”

Given that I had really enjoyed that kiss, I leaned in again and repeated the lesson. When our lips parted, she was the one breathing fast as she put a hand on her chest, “Wow, Kel. That was pretty good.”

I chuckled, “I have a really good teacher.”

Mom gave me a hug, “Thanks, Kel.”

We settled into watching one of our afternoon shows. The medication I had taken at lunch made me a little groggy and I dozed off for a bit. I woke up to Mom nudging my shoulder, “Kelly, sweetie, wake up.”

My eyes fluttered open and Mom leaned over me. “Wha?”

She said, “We need to get you to the bathroom. You started peeing while you slept.”

I looked down and damned if I wasn’t still. A little dribble of pee flowed from my penis, pooling in the space between my legs. Now awake, I tried contracting my muscles, but I kept dribbling. I grabbed my now soft penis and clenched it closed just below my helmet-shaped head, closing off the flow.

I felt humiliated. I hated that fucking medicine and how it affected me in my sleep. I blinked hard as tears threatened to pool in the corners of my eyes. I needed to get up, but if I did, then the puddle trapped between my legs would get on the couch.

Mom stood, “Stay there a sec, Kel. We’ll get this cleaned up, baby.”

She returned a moment later with a hand towel and a wash-towel and knelt in front of me. She used the hand towel to absorb the pee between my legs and then the wash towel to dab at some splatter on my legs. Once I was in the bathroom, I sat and finished. It was all I could do to hold back the tears. I had gone from being Mom’s boyfriend to being the boy who pisses in his sleep.

Mom came back into the bathroom, “You okay, Kel?”

Still working to keep my emotions from running away, I nodded, “Yeah. S-, sorry.”

Mom knelt before me, still naked, “Don’t be, Kel. I should have said something to you when you dozed off. If you think you’re going to nap, we should probably put a diaper on you.”

That did it. A tear, scalding hot on my cheek, spilled over. “Mom!”

She rested a hand on my knee, “It’s okay. This little bladder issue will go away once you’re off the pain meds. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

I knew she was right, but dammit, we shared an awesome kiss before I fell asleep, and I didn’t want Mom thinking I wasn’t boyfriend material. After I finished, I took a pass on a diaper. I wouldn’t have a choice tonight, but I would do my best to not need it until then.

“I know. It’s just I feel so helpless when it happens. Do you really want a boyfriend who can’t hold his bladder?”

Mom slid her hand up my thigh until she grazed my flaccid tube. I don’t know if she intended to touch me there, but almost instantly I grew hard, even though her hand moved up to my chest and said, “Yeah. The diapers and bladder stuff, that stuff will pass. But you’ll still be my boyfriend.”

She stood, “I hate that you broke your wrist, Kel. But think about the silver lining, babe.”

The silver lining? Then it came to me. None of what we shared would have happened had I not broken my wrists. “I’m glad you’re my girlfriend.”

Her eyes looked at my penis as Mom said, “Me too. Now, it’s about time for me to start on supper. What do you say I find something on TV for you to watch while I cook?”

After dinner, Mom wanted to watch one of her shows and so I read while she watched it. Afterwards, she rolled onto her side and pulled my book down from in front of my face, “Hey, Kel, if you want a shower, I can run it. Although, we haven’t really done anything worth getting cleaned up over.”

Even though we were already naked, taking another shower with Mom sounded like fun. “Like last night?”

Already on her side, Mom shifted over until she was right next to me, “What was so fun about last night?”

I giggled as I thought about how she touched me. “Um, well, you got me really clean. And, ah, maybe when we shower tonight, we can do some more boyfriend-girlfriend stuff.”

Mom put her hand on my chest, “That sounds fun, Kelly.”

My heart thundered in my chest, “Great, um, Karen. Can you help me with my braces?”

After Mom took off my braces, we went into the bathroom. While she got the shower going, I actually stood over the toilet and held my penis while I peed. That felt like a genuine victory for the first time in nearly a week.

We had nothing to strip off tonight. Mom took my arm and helped me into the tub. Once under the water, we turned to face each other. Mom asked, “How do your wrists and hands feel?”

I held up my hands and wiggled my fingers; they felt fine. My wrists felt sore and when I touched one or the other, they still felt tender. But they didn’t hurt as much as yesterday. “Better.”

She stepped closer, her toes touching mine. “Can you put your arms around my waist, baby?”

I carefully put my hands on her waist as Mom snaked her arms around my neck. Then she stepped in, tilted her head slightly and kissed me. As her tongue pushed into my mouth, my hands slid along her hips until my hands touched behind her. My stiffy tingled as it lay pressed between our bodies. Mom’s tits pushed against my chest.

When Mom’s tongue retreated, I pushed my way into her mouth, enjoying the very new sensations that came from French kissing. I knew I had to be careful of my wrists, but I enjoyed holding her against my body. When the kiss ended, Mom turned me around and said, “Let’s clean your back first.”

She worked her hands over my shoulders, kneading her soapy fingers into my shoulders and along my spine. She worked her way down my back until she reached my butt. Then I felt something against my back when her arms stretched around my waist. She was hugging me, holding her body tight against my back. My stiffy twitched; mom’s boobs mashed against my back! Then, her hands went lower, below my belly until she grabbed my stiffy. Her hands were slick with soap and she jerked me off a few strokes. Then she turned me back around, “If it doesn’t hurt to do it, Kel, try washing my back too.”

As soon as I grinned and nodded, Mom spun around, giving me her back. Her hair reached just below her shoulders and I pushed it out of the way before lathering my hands and touching the muscles connecting her neck to her back. Then I washed the back of her shoulders. I grimaced from the twinges of pain in my wrists, but damned if I was going to stop. I worked my way down to her butt. It was clear Mom had wanted to hug me and grab my stiffy; that’s why she didn’t mess with my butt, I think. But that didn’t stop me. My soapy hands kneaded her butt cheeks. Then I moved forward until my front touched her back and I slid my hands around her front. Where Mom had gone low, I went high.

My hands cupped her boobs. That wasn’t the best of it. My stiffy touched her backside, just below her tailbone. In fact, it had slid up into the small of her lower back when I hugged her from behind. As I played with her chest, Mom moaned, “That’s right, Kel. That feels good, baby.”

When I stopped, she turned around and pulled us under the shower where the water sluiced suds from our bodies. Then she took my head in her hands and pulled it downward until my mouth was inches away from her right tit, “If you want, Kel, it’s yours.”

I closed the distance. My tongue licked at her rubbery, hard nipple. I knew I was doing something right by the mews coming from her. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took in about half of her fleshy breast tissue and sucked it like a baby. After a bit, I moved over to her left tit and loved on it with my tongue and then tried to take as much of it in my mouth as possible, sucking on it as hard as possible until Mom moaned, “Ah, baby!”

When I pulled my mouth off her, Mom kissed my neck and then kissed my tiny nipples. I thought she was going to kiss her way down my belly, but she stopped and pulled me down to the bottom of the tub, “Lay back, Kel. This’ll be more comfortable than standing.”

Uncertain what she intended, but trusting her completely, I slid back until my back rested against the back of the tub. The tub was both wider and longer than a standard tub, so Mom had no problem kneeling between my knees. She leaned forward until her lips kissed my belly button. Then she kissed her way down my smooth pubic area until her lips kissed the top of my little head.

The touch of her lips on my stiffy sent a wave of tingles all along my shaft. There was something in Mom’s touch that reminded me of her jacking me off, but also something both foreign and exciting. She knelt on her hands and knees as she slid her lips down past my circumcision ring. I gasped at how fast the tingling increased.

Mom slowly bobbed down until she had taken most of me in her mouth. Then she pulled up until only my little head was trapped behind her lips. Then she sank down, torturing my shaft with her tongue as she went. She found a rhythm and bobbed up and down as the pressure built in my stiffy. I had been wrong earlier. There was one thing better than having her jack me off. And that was her sucking me off.

As the tingling exploded in my balls and they pulled tight against me, I moaned, “Ah, shit!”

Then my stiffy jerked in Mom’s mouth as I felt the most powerful spasm yet. Four powerful blasts sent my watery cum into her mouth until I relaxed against the bottom of the tub. “God, that felt great!”

Mom sat on her haunch, licking her lips, “Yeah. What a delightful treat, Kel.”

Even while the buzzing in my head faded, Mom pulled me back away from the back of the tub. She sat between my legs, and ran her legs around my hips. It was like last night, only this time, her legs were on top of mine.

From there, she pulled the two of us together, our butts sliding on the tub’s bottom. Last night, my stiffy poked Mom in the belly button. Now, with my legs under Mom’s, my stiffy actually touched her slit before sliding beneath it. We both gasped when our pubic bones touched. Mom reached around my neck and pulled me close, kissing my lips and giving me a taste of the slight sweetness of my semen when she pushed her tongue into my mouth.

I liked the way my stiffy straining against her slit. At the angle at which we sat, it would not go up her, although I really wanted to know what that felt like, eventually. After the kiss, Mom caressed my back and eventually winded her way around to my chest. I was happy to return the favor, carefully, despite the pain in my wrists, massaging her boobs.

Looking down between us, her slit was barely visible. It’s not that I grew tired of playing with her tits, but that indention called to me like a siren’s call. Soon, my finger slid between our pubic bones and I felt it slide into Mom’s slit where I touched her little clit. She moaned at my touch, even as my wrist protested at the angle of my hand.

I scooted away. My stiffy sliding against her slit gave me a tingling almost as good as when Mom had sucked me. But after everything she had done, I wanted to give her something too. I swiveled around until I was on my belly and then I slid between her legs, letting my hand lead me back to her slit. Her outer lips were swollen and now that our bodies weren’t pressed against each other, her inner lips were visible as well as her clit. My fingers found that small button and when I pushed on it, Mom moaned and let her head fall back. Encircling her little clit was fun. My finger grew wet with her juices. Once, when running my finger across her nub of flesh, I slipped and my finger slid between her inner lips.

“Oh, Kel!” Mom groaned, “Put your finger in me!”

I was confused; I was inside her. Then I realized she wanted my finger in her pussy hole. I kept my finger moving toward her backside. Maybe an inch or so later, my finger slipped into something and the look on Mom’s face confirmed I had reached my goal. I pushed it in. The first thing I noticed was how wet she was. Then how warm. Her walls gripped me and I felt as though Mom’s body was trying to pull me in deeper.

With my finger in her pussy, my face was a hand span away from Mom’s slit. Feeling my slick finger, I couldn’t help but wonder what she tasted like. Drawn by the idea, I withdrew my finger and sniffed it. It had a faint odor, not in a bad way, just different. I stuck out my tongue and tasted a bit of saltiness. It wasn’t like anything else I had tasted before, but I was definitely interested in tasting more of her.

I scooted forward until my face was nearly in Mom’s slit and stuck my tongue out. I touched her outer lips first and got a taste of skin, just a hint of salt. Then I touched her little flap that mostly covered her clit. I felt that mildly salt-like taste of her juice. Mom moaned as my tongue lapped at her clit, “Oh, Kel, don’t stop, that… ahh!”

The same way I had been using my finger on her clit was just about the same way I licked her. Egged on by Mom’s encouragement, my tongue darted across the pulsing clit. The salty taste filled my mouth as she grew wetter where my tongue attacked her pleasure spot.

After a bit, Mom’s hands gripped my hair as she began shaking, “Ahh, fuck! I’m cumming!”

More of her salty juice seeped from her pussy and I kept on lapping it up as she kept shaking. I had never seen a girl cum before, and seeing Mom so close, cumming and cumming was a revelation. When she finally stopped shaking, she let go my hair, and I slid back.

That’s when I noticed the water coming from the overhead shower had gone cold. I giggled, realizing I had been totally focused on giving Mom the same pleasure she had given me. Mom gave me a kiss after climbing to her feet and turning the water off. “That was incredible, Kel. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

Even as I got goosebumps on my arms from the cold water, I smiled at her. All I had wanted was to make her feel the same as me. Knowing I had filled me with elation.

Once both of us were dried, Mom put my wrist braces on. I winced at the pain lacing up my arm as she velcroed the first one in place. “You okay, Kel?”

I didn’t want to mention the pain. I had hoped to go without taking my pain meds tonight. The thought of peeing in my sleep was a powerful incentive to not taking those pills. But the pain overcame my desire, “My wrists hurt a bit.”

Mom wore a concerned look, “Maybe we shouldn’t have played as much. Well, at least with your hands. I’m sorry, baby.”

I shook my head, “Don’t be. I really liked doing the stuff we did.”

Mom tousled my wet hair, “I bet, baby. Let’s get you some meds and get a diaper on you.”

I groaned but followed her into the bedroom.

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