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Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)
Hey… you.
You know, whoever you are. Probly I’ll be the only one listenin’ to this, but I can’t just say ‘Hi, Dash’, cuz that’s talking to yourself and ever’body knows that means you’re crazy. My mom said I should start makin’ this journal thing, ‘cuz I’m gonna be super famous some day and people’ll wanna know what I thought about when I was a kid. Shit, I barely care about what I think about, so I doubt anybody else will. Still, you know, she’s my mom and she’s right sometimes, and anyway she said to do it so… this is me doin’ it.
So, in case you’re not me, you probly don’t know who I am. No, wait, that’s dumb. If you didn’t know who I was you wouldn’t even be listenin’ to this. Unless you’re like a alien or from the future and you like found this an you wanna know what humans were like. Or humans in the past or… whatever. So… who am I?
Well, right now my name is Dash Yomada. Well, probly I’ll always be Dash Yomada. Why wouldn’t I be? Okay, that’s dumb. Start over. Geez, Dash. What I kinda was gonna say is I’m Dash Yomada. My real name is Dasha, but nobody calls me that ‘cept my mom. She’s Russian. So Dasha is a Russian name. It’s a boy’s name though, which I gotta keep tellin’ people if they hear my name is Dasha, so that’s mostly why I call myself Dash. Plus it sounds cooler. Like from The Incredibles. That’s a movie. Anyways, right now I’m eleven. I’m a boy. You probly know that ‘cuz I sound like a boy an my name is Dash an I just said it was a boy’s name, but if you’re a alien you maybe wouldn’t know that, an if you’re from the future, maybe you guys all have girl’s names or somethin’. Or maybe you’re aliens from the future and your name is like Zrfrekerberflurb. Dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Start over, Dash.
Hello! I’m Dash Yomada, a eleven-year-old boy, which is a male, from Earth an it’s 2021. Male means I got a dick instead of a vagina. Which is girls. Uh… hmm. I don’t know what else to say. This is so dumb, Mom, in case you’re listenin’ to this. I got blond hair, which is… blond hair means it’s like yellow. In case you’re a alien. Okay, I gotta stop doin’ the alien thing cuz then I gotta describe everything an that’ll take forever. So, I’m a blond kid. I don’t know how much I weigh. I think when I got measured last I was four-foot-nine. Or eight. Maybe. I’ll ask my mom later. I got brown eyes. Uhhhh, that’s it I guess.
Oh! Uh… my mom says I’ll be famous ‘cuz I already am a little bit an she thinks I’ll be more famous later when I’m old. I’m a model, which, yeah, sounds like I’m stuck up or somethin’, but I’m not. I mean, I know I’m handsome or cute or whatever, but it’s not like I can help it.
Okay, so it’s like this… See, my mom was a model, too. When she was young, like a girl. She started bein’ in magazines and stuff when she was thirteen, an’ she was a model for awhile. Then she started to be a photographer instead and she photographed other models. So… yeah.
Okay, and my dad… wait, I said my mom’s Russian, right? Okay, so she’s Russian, and my dad was Japanese. He’s dead. He blew his brains out. My mom tried to tell me he died in a plane crash, but, like, internet. Hello? So, yeah, I know he blew his brains out. That should make me sad or somethin’, but I was four and so I hardly remember him. Anyways, he was a banker or somethin’ and he stole a bunch of money from where he worked. There’s a word for it, but I don’t remember it. Like… embellishment or something. Anyway it means he stole a bunch of money, so we were rich when I was little, but I don’t remember it. So anyways he got caught stealin’ and they took a bunch of our money but not all of it and then my dad didn’t want to go to jail or whatever. Mom says it’s about honor, which is a big deal with Japanese people like my dad was, so anyways, he shot hisself.
Okay. Uh… where am I? So… me, an’ my mom, an’ my dad. Anyways, my mom was like a pretty famous photographer. I seen her pi’tures ’cause she has like magazine covers that she did on our wall. Plus there’s tons of pi’tures on the walls from when she was a model, too. In both places, because I forgot to say we got two houses. Well, one is really an apartment. It’s in New York, but I think there that apartments are pretty much like houses in other places. Our other house, which is a real house, is in Valencia. That’s near Madrid, in Spain. I like Valencia better. They are both pretty noisy I guess, but Valencia has nicer people and doesn’t smell like pee everywhere.
Oh, we’re not rich anymore. Even though we got two houses. That’s part of the stuff we didn’t have to give back when my dad stole that money. Mom says we’re comfortable, which I guess in money means we’re not homeless or somethin’ an I get a allowance. I make money modelin’ now, but Mom says it’s all goin’ to a bank account for when I’m a grownup. So anyways I get twenty bucks allowance a week if I make my bed and do other stuff. Plus I get free stuff for being a model, so that’s cool.
So… okay, I said my dad died. Killed hisself. An’ I was four. So my mom I guess was pretty sad for a long time. I kinda remember her bein’ sad when I was a little kid, but not really. She’s not sad now. But anyways, because she was sad or whatever, she wasn’t doin’ photography anymore. Then like two years ago she said she got the bug, which means she wanted to start takin’ pi’tures again. So mostly she just started takin’ pi’tures of me, since she mostly took pi’tures of models before like I said.
So then, after awhile she started postin’ pics. Like on IG an Facebook and stuff. Anyways, I guess people liked ’em, so then she made a page on Insta just for me. She makes me write stuff on all the pics. That’s part of my chores like. So if we’re like on the beach in the pi’ture, then I have to write somethin’ like, ‘Here’s me on the beach!’ or somethin’ lame like that. I try to think of good stuff to write, but I can’t all the time so I just write somethin’ dumb like that. Mom doesn’t care ’cause she just says it has to be from me so people online like me more or somethin’.
So anyways, that’s how I mostly got to be a model. I don’t think it counted when it was just my mom takin’ pi’tures, because she’s just my mom even if she is a real photographer. Anyways, because she was doin’ pics and stuff online, then some companies started sayin’, like, ‘If you wear our stuff you can keep it or whatever’. That’s how I said I get free stuff. But then it was other photographers who wanted to take pics of me, like for catalogs or ads or whatever. So that’s how I became a real model.
Bein’ a model is cool I guess. We get to travel around a lot, because sometimes we go where they want to take pi’tures. So I been to like Japan, an’ Berlin, an’ Paris, an’… oh, an’ Moscow. That was really cool. It was cold there. Oh an’ in Saint Petersburg which is the one in Russian even though there’s another one in Florida. I didn’t go there to work but ’cause that’s where my mom is from an too because my Babka lives there. That’s Russian for grandma. I only met her a few times, but she’s nice and she always bakes medovik for me, which is like a honey cake that’s really great.
So anyways, we get to go all over so I can do modeling. Mom always comes with because… well, okay, first the sex stuff. Okay, not really… okay, not at first anyways. Okay, so… okay, when my mom first started doin’ pics of me, like especially on Instagram, there was always these creepy guys who’d leave dirty comments. See, because my mom takes lots of pictures of me in tiny shorts, or swim trunks, or underwear or whatever. I never used to think about it or whatever ’cause that’s just what I wore all the time anyways. But anyways they used to leave all these nasty comments about how much they wanted to fuck me or suck my dick or lick me all over and all kinds of weird shit. My mom always deletes those comments, ’cause she’s in charge of my IG account. She says she’s gonna ban those people, but she never really does. She does delete the comments though, but after awhile I figured out she just wasn’t doin’ it right away. So, like two or three days later.
Mom says her pi’tures are provocative. That’s her word. Really she’s just teasin’ people. I mean, I know that people wanna fuck me or whatever. An’ sometimes when we get modelin’ gigs in places it’s just really ’cause whatever guy there just wants to fuck me. I never let them, but I mostly let them suck me off. I been doin’ that for awhile. Since I was ten anyways. At first it was just sorta funny, or gross. They’d always give me money though, or some kinda cool present. Mom just mostly pretends it’s not happenin’, but she knows really. I mean, she sucks me, too, so she can’t really say anything. She was the one who sucked me first. She says it’s so I can go to sleep better.
Anyways, my mom is yellin’ at me now ’cause I gotta go get my bath. I’ll maybe talk more before I go to bed.
* * *
Dash set down the portable recorder his mom had provided for his journals and made his way to the bathroom in his mom’s room. They both preferred it to the hall bathroom, who’s tub wasn’t as luxurious. He was an incredibly attractive boy by any standard. His mixed parentage lent him exotic looks. Coupled with his youth, fitness and knowing and cultivated sensuality, he was eye-catchingly stunning. Even at home he moved with a sort of animal grace.
Karina Yomada, nee Boyarov, was thirty-two and still stunning in her own right. At five-ten, she still had a taut, lean, long-legged body and could easily pass for a woman in her mid-twenties. Sharp cheekbones, a face that was just shy of perfect symmetry, which only enhanced her beauty, she was almost always the center of every male’s attention wherever she went. Unless she was with her son, who somehow drew the eye of even people who would never think of themselves as someone who could be sexually attracted to a boy.
Karina didn’t mind the attention her son received. In fact, she banked on it. Literally. Dash had always been an adorable boy with striking features. Over the last couple of years she had trained him, styled him, molded him inside and out into a little creature of devastating sensuality. Many of the people who saw photos of her son, a combination of him and her admitted artistic ability, may not have known exactly why they wanted to look at him and follow him, but he did that to people. Even to her.
Karina could admit, at least to herself, to having always had a perhaps inappropriate level of attraction to her son. By the time the boy was nine or ten, that attraction had turned to something much closer to lust. His bathtimes, an activity she’d always enjoyed, perhaps a bit too much, she began to truly look forward to each day so that she might indulge her growing lust by stroking his gorgeous body. His little penis, always a source of fascination, began to fuel those lusts.
It wasn’t just about satisfying her own sexual desires however. Part of her behavior was calculated. As the idea of using Dash as her muse grew, and the idea of presenting him to the world, and perhaps improving their lot in life thereby, she reasoned that he’d need something more than just good looks. There were many beautiful little boys around the world. By introducing Dash to his sexuality, by feeding it and indulging it, she infused into him an aura of pure eroticism that came through in every photo she took. The fact that she got to satiate her own desires was just icing on the proverbial cake.
Karina had always masturbated her son. Oh, it wasn’t really overt when he was younger, but his little penis always responded to her touch in the bath, and he would often get his ‘feels’ as she stroked the boy’s little nail. As he grew older, it became much more obvious what she was doing, and she dropped the pretense that she was simply washing him like a good mother would.
Eventually, she found the need to further feed her desires, so when he came to her bed late one evening, frightened from a nightmare, she found the perfect opportunity to brings things to the next, exciting level. Of course, having finally gotten her son’s cock in her mouth, she had to have it again. And again. She wasn’t sure he any longer believed the fiction about helping him to sleep through oral relief, but she also wasn’t sure she really cared. The big question in her mind was whether or not she’d take him to her bed as a true lover. She’d hesitated so far because it seemed like there was a line there she’d be crossing. It was getting blurrier though.
“Hi, Mama,” Dash said as he entered the bathroom. He was already stepping out of his underwear. They hadn’t been anywhere that day, which meant Dash rarely dressed in more than briefs. Karina often did the same, and more often than not she didn’t even bother with a top. This had been one of those days, so she didn’t have to bother removing it, as she did whenever she gave Dash a bath.
His mom already had the bath ready, so he stepped into the large tub and sank to his butt. Dash really liked baths. Not just because of the dick part. That would come later. He just liked the intimacy of it, although he wouldn’t have been able to describe it in that way. To him it was just special time with his mom. He also loved water, whether it was a tub, a pool, a lake or an ocean. Water made him feel free somehow.
“You have been awfully quiet, Dasha,” Karina said as she used the shower wand to wet her son’s hair. Her accent wasn’t as thick as it had been in the past, but it was still prominent. Dash tilted his head back with his eyes closed as the water splashed over his face. He was smiling happily.
“I was doin’ the journal thing you said,” he said, giggling as the water splashing into his mouth distorted his words.
“Oh, that’s good. I was hoping you would start doing that. I gave you the recorder a week ago.”
“I didn’t know what to say,” he said as she worked shampoo into his hair.
“And you found something to say?”
The boy shrugged. “I guess. I just said who I was and told the aliens about humans and stuff.”
“The aliens,” she said, repeating him, but the question obvious even without the inflection.
He grinned. “Yeah, ’cause maybe they’ll find my journal in like a million years so they’ll wanna know what humans were like.”
“Well, this sounds like a good project for you. Just don’t forget to talk about your life. In case it’s found by a biographer instead.”
“Okay, Mama,” the boy said.
“Knees,” she said, telling Dash he needed to rise to his knees so she could wash his upper body. He did, and she began to rub her soapy hands over his arms. His mom never used a washcloth, just her hands.
After his arms, and his armpits which she always tickled a little, she did his chest and belly and back when he turned for her. “Up,” she called next, and he stood. She washed his butt, including the inside which always made him squirm, then his legs. Then he had to lean forward against the wall so he could lift first one foot, and then the other. Then she’d use the wand to rinse him off.
“Turn,” she’d finally say, and he would.
“There is my zaichik,” she said.
She smiled up at him as she reached out to slide a finger over his wet little erection. “Bend,” she said. That was so she could work conditioner into his hair. After that, he straightened and she reached forward to work another little dollop of conditioner around his balls. She always did this part with conditioner, because soap made his penis sting when he peed afterwards.
“So lovely,” she smiled up at him. “Do you think they are getting bigger?” she asked. She asked that a lot and he’d always say yes. “Soon you’ll be giving me a little treat,” she’d say, or something like it. “Mmmm, so cute,” she said as she took the base of his penis between her thumb and finger. “I think he deserves a little kiss today.”
Dash’s mom leaned forward and pressed her lips softly to the head of his penis. Usually she only sucked him at night, but sometimes she did it during the day. Sadly, this wasn’t one of those days, as he only got a single kiss and then she used her hand, stroking him gently at first, and then with more and more enthusiasm as he got closer to his orgasm.
Finally Dash gasped and stiffened while his little cock jerked in his mother’s slippery fist. “My perfect boy,” she smiled, then she rinsed off his crotch and his hair and lovingly dried him off afterwards before helping him with his hair.
“Empanadas for dinner,” she told him before sending him off to his room. Dash loved empanadas.
* * *
Zombies rampaged across the screen some time later. Empty plates with the crumbs of empanadas, savory for dinner and sweet for dessert, sat on the coffee table. On the blue designer sofa, Karina sat cross-legged with Dash in her lap, leaning back against her bare chest. They each wore only briefs, which wasn’t unusual for them.
Dash’s tiny nipples were standing up stiffly, the tips a hint of paleness in a darker surround. His mother had been teasing them gently as they watched television, and her own stiff nipples pressed into his back. Dash barely noticed, accustomed to his mother’s roaming hands. He barely noticed as they eventually caressed down to his stomach, her fingers teasing along the waistband of his little red briefs.
Dash did notice, however, when his mother went lower. Her fingers skipped lightly over the little lump under the thin cotton, tracing, teasing. Karina smiled in satisfaction as her son’s little cock grew. She was proud of her son’s size. She didn’t care all that much about size herself, as she’d enjoyed herself equally with small ones as well as large ones. In fact, if asked, she’d have likely said she received more pleasure from the smaller ones, like that of her late husband, Tomo. However, she liked the thought that her son would have a big one. She’d read that penis size usually came from the mother’s side of the family, and her father had been well above average.
As Dash’s four inches rose to stretch provocatively against the front of his briefs, Karina began to slide her fingers up and down, teasing. She could always tell when her son was getting excited, because he found it harder to sit still, squirming, or rubbing his hands up and down his thighs.
As Karina lightly squeezed the boy’s small glans, he gave her a sweet little whine of pleasure and said, “Mama.”
“Hmm, is my Dasha feeling nice?” she teased.
“Yes, Mama,” he breathed.
“My little zaichik wants some of his Mama’s attention?”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Hmm, let me see if this is true,” she said, and she lifted the front of his briefs, exposing his little erection. She hooked the cloth under his cute little balls and gripped his penis. The tip of his glans could just be seen poking up through his foreskin, so she worked it down, exposing the rounded little crown. “Yes, okay, zaichik, take these off now.”
Dash quickly stripped off his briefs, eager for the orgasm he knew his mother would soon bring him. Dash loved to masturbate and did it often. His mother encouraged it, and she provided him everything he needed, including lube and a little transparent Fleshlight. However, nothing was as nice for him as when his mother did it for him.
As Dash dropped his briefs on the floor, Karina reached down and wrapped her hand lightly around her son’s lovely little penis.
“So lovely,” she whispered to him. “So stiff and big, my perfect boy. You like it when your Mama touches you like this? When she strokes your lovely penis?”
“Yes, Mama,” he whispered.
Karina had never touched a penis she enjoyed more than her son’s. In every way. It was the most visually appealing, it felt the nicest in her hand, and mouth, and even his taste was superior. She highly anticipated the day when he would finally provide her a little squirt of his boyish seed. She fully expected to find the taste of that to be superior as well.
In the meantime, she would content herself with the pleasure she could bring her boy. She gently stroked him, light touches that she knew were more intense for him than a firm grip would be. She felt him getting closer and closer, hearing his ragged breathing, and it sent little tingles of pleasure through her. She often wondered what he would think if she masturbated herself in front of him. Her nudity wouldn’t be a shock certainly. He saw her often, and he’d been eight when she spread her legs for him, showing him how a woman was made down there, letting him touch and explore. He hadn’t touched her there since, though she was aware that he was attracted to girls. Also boys.
Karina often fantasized about watching Dash with another boy. She knew he’d had experiences. She’d even heard the little childish cries of pleasure as he enjoyed himself with friends behind his closed bedroom door. He didn’t hide these things from her. Nor his conquests with girls, though she knew he had never had intercourse with any of them. She wasn’t quite as sure about the boys, so her fantasies had an edge of possibility that was exciting.
Karina also knew about the men. Rich, powerful men who gave her fine things to spend time with her beautiful son. Of course, she set ground rules. No penetration was the first and most important of these. She and Dash never discussed these things, although she’d had to hint in the beginning about what was expected of him in return for their host’s generosity. She felt no guilt for this. Her Dasha liked to be touched and looked at and drooled over. She had sculpted her son to this purpose; toning his body, styling his hair and clothing, providing him lessons in civil manners, and how to walk a catwalk. Most importantly, she’d awoken his sexuality so that he simply smoldered in the photos she took of him, making him desirable to the masses. She had been a model and knew all about such things. As well as the other things that were expected of an up and coming model.
“Feelin’ really good, Mama,” Dash said hoarsely.
“Mmm, you want to get your feels, zaichik?”
“Yes, Mama,” he said a bit desperately, squirming in her lap.
“Maybe you do that thing that Mama likes,” she suggested.
“With your boobs?”
“Yes, lovely boy,” she said.
“Okay,” he said, and slipped around until he was lying half in her lap with his legs stretched out on the sofa. He turned his upper body enough that he could wrap his lips around one of his mother’s nipples.
This was a new thing between mother and son which had only been happening for a few weeks. Dash didn’t mind, because he liked boobs and he liked making his mom feel good. She’d shown him just how to make her feel the best, so he lightly nibbled on one nipple while pinching and squeezing her other boob. Meanwhile, she continued to stroke his dick.
Dash wondered, not for the first time, if his mom would ever have him finger her pussy. He’d fingered a few girls, and even a woman once. He’d licked a couple of pussies, too. He remembered touching her down there when he was little. He thought that if she asked, he’d probably touch her there again. He’d probably even lick her, even if she was his mom. He figured it was probably better to lick your own mom’s pussy instead of some stranger he barely even knew, and he’d done that, so he’d do it for his mom if she asked.
Karina lightly stroked her son’s forehead while her other hand teased his cock. His lips and hands on her breasts were very nice. She knew he’d had a bit of experience, and once she taught him what she liked, he’d learned quickly. She wasn’t sure why she’d asked him to do it. He’d just been looking particularly sexy that day, and she’d had an image of him caressing her breasts. As he lightly suckled her, she had an image of him between her legs, looking up at her with those soft brown eyes as he licked her. That was a very nice image.
Eventually Dash tensed up and whimpered as he came, his little cock jerking spasmodically in her fist. Karina enjoyed bringing her son such pleasure, and as they settled down to watch the rest of the ridiculous zombie show he liked, she was already thinking of his bedtime, when she’d take his beautiful little member into her mouth and bring him pleasure once more. She could already taste him.
* * *
So I only got a couple minutes, ’cause Mom is gonna be here soon ’cause it’s my bedtime. I usually have to go to bed at eleven o’clock. Sometimes, like if I’m workin’ or whatever, then I get to stay up later, but usually it’s at eleven. ‘Course, that totally changes if we’re stayin’ in New York. See, ’cause Spain has siestas durin’ the day. Even in school, but in New York you don’t get one so you gotta go to bed earlier so you don’t fall asleep at school. Even though I don’t go to school anymore ’cause Mom homeschools me ’cause of work. Anyways, in Spain, people just stay up later.
I was thinkin’ before, an’ I figure I probly shouldn’t be sayin’ stuff about sex. You know, like how guys suck me, or when my mom plays with my dick or whatever. But anyways, if she wants me to do this journal thing so I can ‘member everything, then I guess I should talk about everything, right? Like tonight. So, after the last time I was talkin’ I said I was gonna go watch Walking Dead. I won’t say what that was all about, ’cause you could just go watch it if you want. If there’s still tv then. Anyways, I gotta do this right.
Okay, first my mom. I mean, I told you she’s Russian, like born in Russia an’ ever’thing. Oh, I said that. Anyways, she talks with sort of a accent, except sometimes, like if she’s mad at somebody that cut her off in the car or somethin’, then she sounds really Russian. Well, usually ’cause she’s cussin’ in Russian. If you didn’t know, Russians really know how to cuss. Anyways, she grew up speakin’ Russian, but she mostly talks English now. Even if she doesn’t, she taught me Russian, so I can still unnerstand. Plus, she used to talk just in Russian all the time, but that was so I could learn it, but I know it now so she don’t usually. Oh, I also speak Spanish, an’ Italian ’cause that’s basically the same. My mom’s friend Antonio is Italian an’ he helped me with it. He was a model she knew. Antonio is one of those guys who I said who’s dick I sucked. He was a model though, so at least he’s not ugly an’ creepy. He’s got a really big dick, too.
Anyways, oh yeah. So I speak English, duh, an’ Russian, an’ Spanish an’ Italian, an’ some Polish, oh an’ Japanese. My dad didn’t teach me ’cause he was dead before then, but I figured since I’m half Japanese that I should speak it, so I learned it. I went to Tokyo once for a modeling job and people thought it was crazy I could speak Japanese, even if I look kinda Japanese. Oh an’ I speak French, too. I only learned French ’cause my mom says it’s a sexy language, but she says Russian is sexier. It mostly is I guess.
Oh! I was gonna say what my mom looks like. So… she’s tall. I think I remember she’s like five-foot-ten or maybe eleven. So she’s like really tall. She’s blonde like me, which is why I got blond hair. My dad had black hair. I don’t look like totally Japanese or anything, but I look sorta Japanese. Like my eyes I guess. An’ sorta Russian too I guess. Um, so she’s tall, an’ she has blonde hair. It’s a lot longer than mine, but she’s a girl. Boys can have long hair though. My hair used to be a lot longer, but not anymore. Now it’s sorta just long on one side. On the right side. The left side is kinda short, but not like a crewcut short. Just like a regular amount for short hair. Oh, an my mom has little boobs. Well, not little really, but not big ones. I seen some big ones, an’ not just on grown-up ladies. Some girls barely even older’n me got really big ones. Mom’s are nice lookin’ I guess. She’s got little nipples I think for a girl, but not like as small as a boy’s. I see her boobs all the time ’cause she usually don’t wear a shirt when she gives me a bath an’ other times. Sometimes she used to take a bath with me, but not for awhile I guess. Oh, girls don’t have anything down between their legs like a boy does. In case yer a alien. Just hair mostly. There’s some stuff in between, like a hole and these flappy bits of skin an’ stuff. Mostly it looks pretty weird an’ it smells kinda weird, too, but not like gross or anything.
Dang, I keep forgettin’ to say about tonight an’ Mom is gonna be here any time probly. Okay, so I went out an’ I sat with my mom and we watched the zombie show I told you about. So I guess like maybe halfway through my mom started rubbin’ my dick. Sometimes she does it right away, an’ sometimes she doesn’t even do it at all, but mostly she does. She was rubbin’ like my chest an belly, but not my dick.
So she starts rubbin’ it. My dick I mean. She’s not like totally all just rubbin’ it, ’cause she’s still watchin’ tv, but just sorta… there’s a word but I forget it. But like she’s not payin’ too much attention or whatever. So of course I get a boner. A boner is when your dick gets hard. There’s not a bone inside there though. I used to think there was but I told my mom that an’ she laughed and told me there wasn’t so anyways I don’t know why they call it a boner then but whatever. Anyways, when you get a boner your dick gets longer an’ it sticks up instead of just hangin’ there like a worm or somethin’. So anyways, it stands up an’ then she makes me take off my underwear. Usually I gotta do that, but sometimes she just pushes em’ down some or whatever.
I know some boys who wear the kind of underwear that has a hole in it. Well, not really a hole, but sort of like a flap that you can get your dick out easier without havin’ to pull ’em down. I told my mom she should get those for me, so she can play with my dick easier, but she says they don’t look as good, so whatever.
So I take off my underwear an’ then she just sorta plays with it like. My dick I mean. Like rubbin’ it with her fingers and stuff, an’ playin’ with my balls. My mom says I got a big dick for my age. I guess I kinda do, ’cause I seen some other boys my age and they mostly are smaller, but not all of ’em. Mom says I get my dick from my granddad, but he’s dead like my dad. I asked my mom once why I didn’t get my dick from my dad, since that seems like it would make sense, but she says my dad’s dick wasn’t very big cuz my dick is already as long as his was but she says my dad’s was thicker though and so anyways she thinks I’ll have a big one like my granddad, but I don’t know how big that was, so whatever. Anyways, I measured it like a month ago? At first I thought it was bigger than it is, ’cause I was measurin’ it wrong. My mom says you gotta measure on the top and when I did that I was like almost four inches but not quite an’ when I did it on the side like I did at first it was like almost five inches. Well, more than four anyways.
So anyways, she was touching my dick, an’ then she skins it. That means she moves my foreskin back. That’s like this bunch of skin that covers your dick most of the time. Anyways, I kinda know my mom is gettin’ serious when she does that. Anyways, that’s when it gets hard to watch tv, ’cause my mom is like whisperin’ in my ear about how nice my dick is an’ how good it feels or whatever, an’ she’s jackin’ it, which means to rub the skin up and down on the head, which is the top part.
Then my mom says I should lick her boobs. I didn’t used to lick her boobs, ‘cept I guess maybe I did when I was a baby, ’cause they drink milk out of ’em. She doesn’t have milk, but I guess she likes it if I lick ’em. Like I said, I didn’t used to, but not too long ago she just said I should, and so I did because I like boobs, an’ I like my mom’s boobs an’ I like to make her feel good like she makes me feel good like.
Anyways I start to get the feelings like I’m gonna cum an’ I’m like squirmin’ around an’ shit, an’ then I did it. I don’t squirt anything though, which is probly good ’cause I jacked off an’ sucked dicks that could squirt an’ that stuff goes everywhere, so that’d get pretty messy.
So then –
Yeah? I am! Okay, I gotta go ’cause Mom is comin’ to tuck me in an’ stuff.
The End
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Yes, really! This is it. The End. No more chapters will follow. Not written by me, nor by Rwxxx13. Sadly, he passed away and will never write another story or chapter. Even though I think it deserves a decent ending, I’ll never write an end to it. I don’t want to touch this genius writer’s work, because I know I’ll never do it justice. But please! Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me and I might end up posting it here!
