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The Vlog – Part 1

The Vlog
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

The Vlog – Part 1

Natalie gave an exasperated sigh and stared angrily at the ceiling of her bedroom. She was lying on her bed, naked, her hands between her legs, fingers wet from the dampness there. She was trying to get off, but every few seconds there was a –


There it was again. A bump and a round of high-pitched giggles from her little brother’s room next door. She didn’t know what her brother Jacob and his friend Luke were doing in there, but it was getting on her last nerve.

The fifteen-year-old tried to ignore it once again. She slid two fingers from her right hand into the gripping wetness of her pussy while the fingers of her left raced in a tight little circle around her clit, not quite touching, but still being stimulated by the nearby pressure. Her slender teen hips began to lift up off the bed as she felt a warmth beginning to spread out from her middle and a tingling start at her feet. Her finger moved more urgently inside her young cunny. She needed to cum so bad and –


“Ahr!” the girl cried in exasperation. She fell back to the bed, her hands out to either side, her pussy aching for release, for relief. From next door she heard more muffled laughter and talking.

Knowing she’d never be able to finish herself off with whatever the boys were doing, she wiped her fingers on her sheets and got up angrily from her bed. She reached down and grabbed up the bikini briefs she’d taken off earlier, and stepped into them. Then she slipped on a pair of tight pink shorts and a little yellow spaghetti strap shirt.

The laughter of the boys grew louder as she opened her bedroom door. A few steps took her to Jacob’s door, which was covered with signs warning against trespassing and the zombie apocalypse. She ignored the signs and opened the door. The boys looked up, laughter in their eyes until they spotted the anger in hers. They were in a tangle on the floor.

“Hey,” Jacob said cautiously, recognizing his older sister’s warning signs.

“What are you retards doing?” she demanded, hands on hips.

Jacob looked nervous, not sure what he’d done wrong, but Luke didn’t know Natalie as well. He scooted forward and grabbed Jacob’s iPad, which was propped up nearby and hit a button. “We’re making a video,” he explained. Then he held up his phone, which was paused on a picture of two people in some weird pose.

“What kind of video?” Natalie asked, curious despite herself.

“It’s a challenge video. I’m going to put it on my YouTube channel and it’s called the yoga challenge.” He stood, bringing the phone closer. “See, it has all these different poses,” he pressed pause and the video went forward, demonstrating various yoga poses. “You have to try to do them and you record it all. It’s a challenge.”

Natalie eyed the boy suspiciously. “You have a YouTube channel?” At the boy’s nod, she asked, “Have you done challenges before?”

Luke shrugged. “Nah, just gaming videos mostly, but people keep asking for ’em.”

“Yeah, I bet,” Natalie said.

“What’s that mean?” the boy asked.

“It means YouTube is full of old perverts who get off watching cute boys do all these weird challenges,” Natalie explained, then blushed as she realized she’d just called the boy cute. He was though.

Twelve years old like her brother, Luke was the opposite of Jacob, blond to her brother’s black hair, tan to her brother’s paleness, pale blue eyes to her brother’s dark gray. Both were very good looking boys though, she could admit to herself, slim, athletic, with perfect bone structure. Luke’s hair was cropped short on the sides and back, and longer on top. Jacob kept his long, cascading in gentle waves to his shoulders. Each boy was under five feet tall.

“Like pedos?” Jacob asked.

“Whatever you want to call them,” Natalie said. “They troll all these channels owned by boys and ask them to do all these challenges so they can get off watching it.”

Luke shrugged. “I just wanted more views,” he said, a bit disappointed.

“Oh, you’ll probably get tons of views,” Natalie said, “but you’re doing it all wrong.” Natalie didn’t consider herself an expert by any means, but she’d had a bit of experience in the area with a friend who had a YouTube channel when she was eleven. The girl had quickly learned that the videos where she accidentally flashed a bit of panty or even a quick, mostly flat-chested nip slip would get her tons of views. Soon enough, the ‘accidents’ weren’t quite as accidental. She had over two million views on one of her vids before her parents found out and made her delete her account.

“Wrong how?” Jacob asked, sitting up, interested. He’d been lying back on his elbows.

Natalie wondered for a moment if she should say anything. She felt sure she could help these boys get lots of views on their videos, but if her parents, or Luke’s parents found out, there might be hell to pay. She thought about what would be involved, basically sexualizing her little brother and his friend, and she felt a little tingle of warmth between her legs. The weirdness of that feeling surprised her a bit, but also helped her decide to help.

With authority, she marched past the boys and settled herself on the edge of Jacob’s bed, flipping her long, dark hair back off her shoulder. She leaned back a bit, thrusting out her chest subtly. She knew Jacob was always looking at her, and Luke was just as enamored. Justly so, she knew. She’d inherited her mother’s beauty, and although she’d never be very big breasted, what she had was firm and high and molded against her thin shirt. She felt her nipples growing stiff at the thought.

“I can help you guys get tons of hits on YouTube,” she said, catching each boy’s eyes. She looked to either side then, catching a whiff of some strange smell. Jacob’s bed was unmade, the blue sheet twisted up behind her, his pillows askew. She realized that she was just smelling the boy’s sweat and suddenly wondered if her little brother jacked off yet. She imagined that if he did, it was probably right here in this bed, and the thought made her feel weird.

Seeing that the boys were waiting for her, she continued. “Look, there’s basically…” she thought for a moment, “like, three types of people that are gonna look at your videos. One is other boys like you, looking for ideas, or comparing your vids to theirs, hoping you can sub each other, that kinda thing. The second kind is girls, and probably some boys, who just think you’re both cute and watch you so they can giggle over you with their friends and talk about how cute you are.”

Jacob and Luke shared a look then, part excitement and part embarrassment. Jacob asked, “What’s the third kind?”

“I told you,” Natalie said. “The pervs. Those are the guys, and probably even some women, who like little boys like… you know… sexually. Those are the ones that are gonna give you your views, because there’s tons of them and they’ll keep coming back and watching the same vid over and over. Plus they all have playlists of vids they like that they share, so a vid they all like will get bounced all over the place.”

“I don’t know if I want a bunch of pervs watching us,” Luke said hesitantly.

Natalie shrugged, not caring one way or the other. “Up to you,” she said, “but if you want views, that’s the group you have to go after.”

Then Jacob, always the practical one, asked, “So what are we doing wrong then? Should we do a different challenge?”

Natalie focused on her little brother. “The yoga challenge is okay,” she said. “I’ve seen girls doing it before. The girls who get the most views though are the ones who wear less clothes, or tighter clothes.” She gestured at them. “Look how you’re dressed. It’s all wrong.”

The boys looked down at themselves. Each was wearing typically baggy shorts, Luke’s in khaki, Jacob’s in shimmery blue, as he was dressed for the indoors in a pair of gym shorts. Luke wore an over-sized soccer shirt and Jacob a black t-shirt featuring a smiling poop emoji.

“What’s wrong with it?” Luke asked.

“Do you really wanna do this?” Natalie asked. “I’ll help you if you’re serious, but if not tell me so I can go back to my room.”

Luke, who really was desperate for more views, was the first to nod and say, “We wanna do it.” Jacob nodded his agreement.

“Okay, but that means you listen to me and do what I say, okay?” The boys nodded.

“Okay, first, take off your shirts,” Natalie instructed.

The boys looked at each other for a moment, weighing their commitment, then they each shrugged and peeled off their shirts. Natalie found herself admiring their upper bodies. They obviously weren’t as muscular and sexy to her as older boys would be, but she could see the potential there in each boy, and there was a certain alluring attraction to their youth.

Natalie had gone all the way with a boy who was a year older than her just a few months before, then he’d immediately dropped her and left town for the summer. She hadn’t heard from him a single time, and when school started up again he basically pretended she didn’t exist. She’d felt betrayed, and it also left her with a newfound sexual itch that she just couldn’t scratch. She wasn’t the type of girl to fall casually into bed with just any boy, so she’d been frustrated for months. She wondered if that wasn’t somehow coloring the odd attraction she was feeling as she stared at her brother and his friend.

“Okay, that’s the tops,” she announced. “Now honestly, if you wanted tons of views, you should probably do it in your underwear,” then she increased the volume of her voice to override the sudden cries of protest, “BUT I realize you probably aren’t gonna do that.” The boys quieted and she continued. “So you’ve got two choices. You can either wear something real tight, like those jammer things you have, Jacob,” referring to the knee-length skin-tight trunks her brother often wore for his diving competitions.

“Those are for swimming,” Jacob protested.

Natalie shrugged. “Either that, or something really loose, so you get lots of shots up inside them at your underwear.”

The boys each blushed. Jacob said, “Everybody will see our… you know.”

“SMH, Jacob,” Natalie spelled out, with rolled eyes and a sad shake of the head. “That’s the whole point. That’s all they care about. They want to see you shirtless, and as close to naked as you can get on YouTube. If you want the views, that’s what you have to do. Anyway, Jacob, you wear those swim things in front of tons of people when you dive. And seeing up your shorts isn’t like they are actually seeing anything,” she said, directing the comment at Luke. “It’s just the tease.”

Luke, looking a bit skeptical, shrugged and said, “I guess we could try it.”

The more submissive of the two friends, Jacob agreed. He got up and went to a drawer and grabbed two pairs of jammers. Natalie, seeing this, said, “Maybe not both of you in them. It seems a little… fake maybe. Jacob, you wear a pair, and let’s find some short shorts for Luke.”

“Short shorts?” the blond boy asked.

“Shorts like Jacob has on, but shorter,” Natalie explained. “So when you do some of those yoga moves, they’ll ride up and you can see your underwear. Oh, are you wearing boxer-briefs or regular briefs?”

“Boxers,” Luke said with a slight blush.

“That won’t work,” she said. “It’ll look stupid under shorts. Jacob, give him some briefs to wear, and I’ll get him a pair of my shorts.”

“Girl shorts?!” Luke asked, appalled. “And wearing Jacobs undies? That’s gross.”

“Oh, shut up,” the girl said, exasperated. “His underwear are clean, at least the ones in his drawers,” she said with a suspicious glance around the room, “and my shorts will look just like boy shorts, but they’ll be a bit shorter.”

Natalie hurried to her room, wondering at her eagerness. She still felt a bit of residual horniness from earlier, but now it was mixed up with the excitement of this video and the challenge. She rummaged around in her clothes, looking toward the back of her shorts drawer to the stuff she still had but was too small for her. She finally pulled out a pair of light blue shorts which she hoped wouldn’t look too girly on the boy. Not that she figured that would probably hurt anything.

When she returned to the room it was to find Jacob already dressed in a pair of his jammers. They were black with coruscating purple and blue lightning up the sides. She tossed the shorts to Luke, who nearly fumbled them and announced to her baby brother, “Too busy. Plus black is a bad color. It just washes into the camera and you can’t see anything. What about those plain gray ones you had?”

Jacob blushed. The gray ones were one of the first pairs his mom got him, and he’d quickly stopped wearing them, embarrassed by the way they showed off his junk. He didn’t want to say that to his sister though. In fact, he didn’t want to say anything to her and so he knew he’d just go ahead and wear them, embarrassed or not.

“Try those on,” Natalie instructed Luke. “Change into the gray ones,” she told her brother. “Yell or something when you’re ready.” Then she returned to her room.

As Natalie sat on the side of her bed she imagined the two young boys stripping down together, looking at each other’s naked bodies. She wondered if they’d ever played around together. Luke spent the night all the time, and they both slept together in Jacob’s full-sized bed. She felt a tingle race through her as she imagined the two of them playing with each other’s dicks and she wondered what was wrong with her. Not only were they both twelve, but one of them was her own brother.

Before she could consider it further, she heard a muffled shout from the other room and she rose to join them. Jacob was wearing the gray jammers, hands over his crotch, looking decidedly nervous. Luke was wearing her blue shorts. They weren’t nearly as long as the shorts he’d been wearing before, but they weren’t unnaturally short or anything. They also looked loose enough in the leg that she thought they’d ride up really well during the right pose.

“Cool,” she said with a grin.

Natalie volunteered to be the camera person. She instructed the boys to ignore her, as she didn’t want to be officially involved, but she also knew that the best, most alluring shots, couldn’t be achieved with a still camera shot. She allowed them to introduce themselves much as they had in their earlier attempt, and although seeming a bit shy at first over the way they were dressed, they soon seemed to forget all about that and get into the fun of the challenge.

Natalie for the most part just stayed out of their way, documenting but not interfering in any way. They were basing the challenge off a website which Luke had up on his smart phone. It displayed a man and a woman in a variety of different poses which Luke and Jacob would then attempt to duplicate. Luke had experience editing videos from his gaming vlog, and he’d dress it up and put in stills of the poses to show viewers the poses they were trying to achieve.

So Luke and Jacob would reference the pic on the phone, and then scramble to duplicate the pose while Natalie moved slowly around them, searching for the best camera angles. She tried to think like a dirty old man, and concentrated on what she thought they would want to see. So in her hands, the camera lingered on hairless armpits, small brown nipples, flat stomachs, smooth thighs, rounded little asses, and most especially on their little bulges. She tried not to be too obvious about it, but she didn’t try really hard.

Jacob’s crotch was the easiest to see of course. In nearly every pose the boys attempted, her baby brother’s little penis lump was on display to one degree or another. Having never really paid all that much attention to it before, she found herself intrigued and a bit surprised. He had more down there than she’d have expected, having not seen it since he was probably around five or six, and she found herself wondering what it would look like hard.

As for Luke, she was mostly getting shots of his cloth-covered balls up the legs of his, or rather her, shorts. She saw that he was wearing gray briefs, and she managed to catch quite a number of shots at the soft, round lump of his balls inside them, as well as the swell of his young penis through the shorts from time to time.

As the challenge continued, Natalie found herself growing more and more aroused. She actually began to worry towards the end if she was going to end up with a visible wet spot on her shorts as her panties soaked through. She grew more upset at having missed the opportunity to get herself off earlier, blaming that on the throbbing between her legs.

Finally, the challenge ended. The boys, happy with their fun, stood with arms on each other’s naked shoulders as they smiled into the camera and said their goodbyes and asked their viewers to like and subscribe. Then they finally signed off.

Feeling a bit flustered, Natalie handed off Luke’s iPad, spoke a few words to the boys that she couldn’t even remember later, then hurried back to her room. She didn’t even bother locking the door behind herself, immediately stripping and flopping onto her back on her bed. In moments she was recreating the scene from earlier, both hands between her legs, two fingers plunging rapidly in and out of her young, gripping pussy, while two others fiddled rapidly at her swollen clit. As she bit her lower lip to muffle her cries, her slim hips lifted up off the bed, her legs tensing, and then she began to shake as waves of pleasure finally washed over her body.

As Natalie hovered there, body locked rigidly at an angle, pussy sucking madly at her invading fingers, she had a vision of her little brother between her legs, his stiff young dick filling her cunt, while Luke knelt beside her, his slim preteen cock sliding in and out of her mouth. She practically choked, trying to keep from crying out her pleasure as she heard the faint sounds of boyish laughter and talking from next door.


A week passed. By the time Friday rolled around, the boys’ video was up to nearly 37k views. The boys were ecstatic. Luke said he’d never gotten over 200 views on any of his videos. He’d picked up tons of new subscribers, and although the video generated a whole bunch of creepy comments, the boys were ready to try again with a new challenge video. They came to Natalie for advice.

The fifteen-year-old had given it some thought through the week, having kept herself up to date by monitoring the progress of the video on her own. She was amazed by some of the comments, but she also kept them in mind as she planned the boys’ next challenge. She’d also done a bit of research on her own, to see what kinds of challenge videos kids were doing. She thought she’d come up with a good progression, as she wanted to ramp the boys up slowly, giving the pervs out there more and more each week without plateauing early, or getting banned from YouTube.

Natalie had gone back and forth between two narrowed down choices for the next challenge, and finally decided on the ice bucket challenge. It was one that nearly everyone did, and with the proper preparations and executions, she thought it would give the pervs more of what they wanted while allowing the boys to have a lot of fun, which she thought would be just as important.

Luke showed up Friday afternoon ready to spend the night, or more likely the weekend, with a backpack of clothes and such. Natalie had an idea that the kid didn’t have much of a home life, considering the amount of time he spent at their house.

Of course, hers wasn’t all peaches and cream either. Their dad had left their mom a couple of years before, and they saw him for maybe one afternoon a month, if he wasn’t too busy. Her mother worked all the time, often for fifteen or sixteen hours a day, leaving very early in the morning and not returning until after they were in bed. Sometimes a whole week would go by without them seeing her. It fell to Natalie to make dinner and keep the house from falling apart.

As soon as Luke arrived the boys began clamoring for them to begin with the shoot. They decided to film in the backyard. It was sunny out and the stained pine fence that surrounded the yard was high enough to provide them plenty of privacy. Natalie first sat them down to go over some instructions and ideas for the video, then, when she felt they were sufficiently prepared, they got started.

Natalie was once again filming with Luke’s iPad. As rough as the kid’s home life might have been, at least his father indulged him with gifts; likely out of guilt, much like her own dad with her and Jacob. So Luke was armed with the newest iPad, which allowed them to shoot in 4k. The pervs and all the horny little girls and boys who watched their vids would be able to see every little detail of the boys’ bodies.

At her call of action, the boys came through the back door from the kitchen to the patio. Luke began with, “Hey, it’s your boy Luke, AKA Thunderkid, and my best bud, Jacob AKA… Jacob!” The boys grinned, staring into the camera, very likable and cute.

Luke clapped his hands and pointed at the camera and said, “You folks out there seemed to like out last video a lot, and so we listened to your requests and we’re bringing you another challenge video. As you probably already read, it’s the dreaded ice bucket challenge!”

“Brrr!” Jacob said, hugging himself and giving a fake shiver.

The boys proceeded to joke and play around a bit while Natalie continued to film, always conscious of what she thought the viewers would want to see. She followed Luke and Jacob as they filled two buckets of water at the tap in the back of the house. She filmed as they filled each bucket with half a bag of ice that they’d bought for this purpose. The boys were naturals on camera, funny and engaging and, she had to admit, cute as hell.

At her instruction they were each dressed similarly in khaki shorts that reached below their knees and large soccer shirts, much as Luke had been dressed the week before. Luke was in yellow, red, and white. Jacob was in blue, green, and black. They’d taken off their shoes and socks earlier.

After awhile the ice had had a bit of time to melt and the boys continued to joke around in anticipation of the challenge to come. At a signal from her, they became more focused and in a loosely rehearsed speech, Luke announced that they were ready to proceed. He explained that neither wanted to get their clothes wet, so the boys looked at each other and gave a carefully choreographed clap. They were playing a bit of a joke. The video would be edited at this point to make it look like the boys’ clothes had magically switched places, with Luke in Jacob’s outfit and vice versa.

To accomplish this bit of movie magic, the boys slowly slipped out of their clothes, being careful not to move from where they were standing and to put each foot back where it had been after stepping out of their shorts. They handed their clothes to Natalie, who in turn helped them each put on the other’s boy’s clothes. She couldn’t help sneaking peeks of the boys in their underwear.

After getting dressed again, the boys gave each other comic looks and talked about screwing up their magic trick and about trying again. This time they handed their clothes again to Natalie, who laid them over the back of a nearby lawn chair.

She noticed that Luke seemed much more relaxed this time, and found it funny that Jacob still seemed a bit reluctant, funny because, as she’d pointed out before, he regularly displayed himself before people, and not just in jammers, but sometimes in super skimpy Speedos. After a pause for the edit, each of the boys was left dressed in just their boxer-briefs, Luke in baby blue with a white waistband, Jacob in gray and a black band. They stood there a bit self-consciously for a few moments, smoothing their underwear, unconsciously touching themselves.

Natalie had wanted the boys in briefs, but each twelve-year-old was still slightly reluctant and she figured the boxer-briefs would play well enough on camera. Now, as filming resumed and the boys joked around and kidded each other about being in their underwear, Natalie took the opportunity to zoom in on them a bit, getting shots of their young dicks through the thin cotton material. She wasn’t too blatant about it, but she was perhaps a bit more than subtle. She was trying to walk the line of what YouTube would permit as well as not wanting people to think there was a total pervert behind the camera. There had already been questions on the last vid about who was holding the camera, which she’d instructed the boys to simply ignore.

Natalie had worked out some instructions beforehand, so when she moved around, the boys, who were busily flexing their nascent muscles, turned subtly to keep in front of the camera, which put them in the perfect light so that the camera picked up every inch of their smooth, hairless bodies. The boys had been told that they shouldn’t hesitate to touch their dicks through their shorts, but she realized now it had been an unnecessary comment. Boys, she’d noticed, could barely be restrained from touching their little penises. She’d often wondered what it would be like, to have that thing always down there, sticking from you, sometimes hard, sometimes dangling around. Every guy certainly seemed to be in love with their own dick, and seemed to love to touch them about every chance they got.

Jacob had expressed the worry that if they touched themselves on camera, they might get hard, but Natalie had assured him it wouldn’t happen in front of all of them, and privately thought that it wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing if he did. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to use it, because she knew there was a line on YouTube and she had to be careful not to cross it, but if Luke or her baby brother got half-hard or something, that would probably be great. Plus, she’d come to realize that she secretly wanted to see it.

So she found herself a bit fascinated as she watched the boys joking around, their hands reaching down every few seconds to pinch, squeeze, lightly slap or otherwise manipulate their young dicks. The boys both seemed to be about the same size down there, but in their underwear it was hard to tell, and she also knew that there was no real comparison between soft and hard dicks. In any case, she made sure the camera caught every second of it, but when she felt she had everything she needed she gave the final signal, instructing the boys to get on with the actual challenge.

She followed them over to where the buckets were sitting in the shade, but then signaled them to walk closer, so they were in the sunlight. In order to stretch it out, it had been decided that they would go one at a time, instead of dumping their buckets together. They’d done a trial run with empty buckets, so when they sat their buckets on the ground, Luke ran back and grabbed a green plastic step stool, which he placed behind Jacob, who stood there nervously, hands covering the little bulge in his undies, cupping himself protectively. Natalie watched her baby brother squeezing his dick, not even aware of what he was doing, and she grinned, knowing the pervs would go crazy.

Then, thin arms straining with the weight, Luke stepped up on the stool behind Jacob and asked, “Are you ready?”

Jacob started to answer, but before he could get a whole word out, Luke dumped the bucket. The raven-haired boy gasped and squealed, and Natalie could tell that he desperately wanted to run around and work off the shock, but she’d been very firm with her demand that the boys stay in one spot and restrict their movements as much as possible so that she could get the best film.

Later on that night, armed with the raw footage, Natalie would watch this part of the video over and over, using the step feature to go frame by frame. Luke struggled to get the bucket up high enough, which is why they’d included the step stool. Then the water came cascading out of the bucket in a shimmering wave, crashing over her brother’s head. There was a look of shock on his cute face as his long hair was plastered to his scalp and neck, the wavy locks stretching even longer. The water raced quickly downwards, reaching his gray briefs in just a couple of clicks. In moments, his underwear went from light gray to dark gray and where there had been a rounded lump from his balls and what might have been another lump beside it, there was suddenly a very visible tube of flesh just to the left of a rounded sac.

Natalie risked a slight zoom into her brother’s crotch then, wanting to catch as much detail as possible. As she watched later, she saw his hand come down and squeeze. He’d been told not to touch anything, as she’d seen a lot of boys on YouTube in damp underwear who ruined the view by pulling out the front of their briefs, allowing in air and breaking the molding effect. Jacob seemed to remember just afterwards and moved his hand, but his squeezing had only pronounced the effect, moving his dick more to the side and making the whole thing even more visible.

Amidst much squealing and jumping around, it finally came around to Luke’s turn. Jacob struggled even more with the bucket, squeaking as some of the water sloshed over and ran down his front, helping again to mold his underwear to his young penis. Then he managed to get the bucket up high enough and it was Luke’s turn to scream and jump up and down in place as his body was soaked in freezing cold water.

Watching later, Natalie also spent several minutes repeatedly watching this section. Luke’s baby blue boxer-briefs, lovingly hugging his young dick already, turned darker blue as they were hit with the water, and his penis became instantly visible. It was easy to see that the blond boy wasn’t quite flaccid. His cock was pointing mostly upward, although more to left than center, and the head was pressing against the thin cloth, so that when the underwear became wet it almost surrounded his dick on every side, molding itself around at least three quarters of his width and his full length, which Natalie’s best guess as she watched the footage over and over with a finger working in her pussy that night was close to four inches.

Four inches or not, Luke wasn’t so far into puberty that his squeal as he was soaked was any less high-pitched than Jacob’s. Again, Natalie had zoomed in a bit on Luke’s crotch, but she pulled back after a few tantalizing seconds as the boys began to dance around and laugh about what they’d just done. Then they stood together, arms around each other’s shoulders, each in their wet, clinging underwear, and invited their viewers to like and subscribe and offer suggestions for their next challenge. The last was unnecessary, as Natalie already knew what she was going to have them do next, but it made the viewers feel more invested.

After stopping the camera, Natalie joined the boys and they all talked about how the shoot had gone. Natalie was wearing sunglasses and was glad, as she could look at the boys’ bodies without them realizing where her eyes were focused. She noted that Jacob’s little penis seemed even smaller than ever in his wet undies, no doubt because of the cold and wetness. What surprised her was that the cold and clinging wetness seemed to have the opposite effect on Luke, who was angling himself and using his hands to attempt to nonchalantly hide what was obviously a full-on erection. Natalie tried to make it seem that her eyes were locked firmly at the same level as theirs, but in fact she was staring as much as she could at the cute little blond boy’s crotch, feeling a little thrill each time she got a glimpse of his straining boner.

Finally, Luke announced that he wanted to get out of his wet briefs, so the boys gathered up their shirts and shorts and headed inside, Natalie following and shutting the kitchen door behind her. The boys were whispering as they walked away from her, and she could see Jacob’s head turned in such a way that she was sure he was looking at his friend’s crotch and then there were hushed boyish giggles as the pair headed up the stairs.

Staring guiltily after the boys, Natalie stepped into the kitchen, alert for any noise signaling their return, and backed the video to the point where Luke’s underwear got soaked. Then she zoomed in until his crotch filled the screen in exquisite 4k detail and bigger than full life size. Not fully hard, she thought once again, but certainly on the way there. She felt a throbbing between her legs as she ran the video forward in slow motion, and felt ridiculous. A fifteen-year-old girl panting over a twelve-year-old boy was about as weird as a seventy-year-old man with a twenty-year-old girl. Hell, probably weirder, because at least people would be thinking about how lucky the old guy was. Nobody would think she was anything but a weird perv.

That didn’t stop her from staring at the screen though, watching Luke’s bouncing dick, feeling the heat and growing wetness between her legs. Guiltily, she pressed a hand against her pussy and felt her knees go weak. Making sure to close out the video, she set the iPod on the counter and rushed up the stairs. She heard the boys talking in hushed voices as she hustled past her brother’s bedroom, and then she was pulling the door closed behind her and flopping down on her bed.

Natalie lifted her hips, skinning her shorts and panties down to her knees and spreading her legs, which forced them down to her ankles. She slid her left hand up under the camisole top she was wearing and lightly squeezed her braless tits. Her other hand slid between her legs, feeling the heat and moisture there. She shuddered as she slid a finger between her swollen lips, then bit her lower lip as she slowly slid that finger into her pussy. She felt herself close around the invading digit, sucking at it eagerly.

This time she imagined it was Luke’s cock entering her. He was certainly thicker than her finger, but not as thick as two, so she let one do for now. As she began to work her finger in and out of her tight teen cunt, she squeezed and pinched her stiff nipples. Through the wall she could hear laughter, and wondered what the boys were talking about. She wondered what they thought about her filming them, seeing them displayed like they’d been, in those wet, clinging briefs.

Natalie turned her head, pressing her face into her pillow as her orgasm rolled over her, muffling her cries of pleasure. She lay there shaking for several seconds, feeling the rippling waves roll through her pussy, the racing tingles shooting throughout her body. Finally, she lay back, breathing heavily, shorts and panties still around her ankles, her left breast exposed, her hands out to her sides, her juices drying in the little black triangle of hair between her legs.

What the hell am I doing? she wondered.

End of part 1

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Midnight and the Kiddy is Sleeping – 2

Midnight and the Kiddy is Sleeping – Part 2
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Sharon Martin woke up the next morning and felt her nose wrinkle. Cigar. She could smell it on Stan, but just barely. She knew from experience that if he’d been with his cronies playing poker all night that he’d be reeking of cigar and cigarette smoke. This was just a hint, with soap underneath. Another nail in his coffin as far as she was concerned as she imagined it could only be a result of his having showered earlier in the night and then perhaps smoking a cigar on the way home to cover up his night with his illicit lover. She wondered for a moment who it might be, if she knew the woman, but then realized that she simply didn’t care.

When her husband had stumbled into the dark room last night she’d felt her heart flutter, thinking for just a moment that it was Tyler coming to visit her in the night. In the cold light of morning, fully sober, she felt a pang of guilt over what had happened. She’d jacked off her twelve-year-old son. Who did that? Still, lying there listening to the soft snores of her estranged husband, she could admit that the entire experience had given her more sexual excitement than she’d felt in years.

She lay there for a few minutes remembering it. The sight of her son’s perfect little cock, his angelic face and body, his adorable little moans and grunts of excitement. She imagined what it would be like to hold his slim little body in her arms, the warmth of him as he slid his young cock into her eager pussy. She was used to being engulfed by her husband during lovemaking. At six feet tall, Stan was eight inches taller than she was. Conversely, at five foot four, Sharon was six inches taller than Tyler’s four foot ten. What would it be like to have a lover smaller than she was?

Giving up on the idea of sleep, she rolled out of bed, careful not to wake her husband. Turning to look down at him, she saw that he was spread out as always, taking up two thirds of the bed. He was dressed in a pair of loose boxers and his hairy stomach rose like a small hillock before curving down to man boobs that were a good bit bigger than they’d been the year before. Between his legs, two inches of cock peeked out of the left leg of his boxers, the circumcised head thick and meaty. Sharon didn’t feel the slightest bit of excitement looking at it. In fact, she actually felt a bit repulsed.

Into the master bath, she peed and washed her hands then pulled a brush through her hair. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere or being seen, but it took little effort to spruce up a bit. Thinking of Tyler, she went and added a dab of perfume between her breasts. She was bra-less under her t-shirt, and pausing briefly she pulled on the same shorts she’d been wearing the night before over the panties in which she’d slept.

Thoughts on Tyler, she quietly opened and closed her bedroom door, leaving behind Stan and his soft snores. In the back of her mind, she’d been wondering what the day would bring. She was nervous and a tiny bit fearful about the repercussions of the previous night. How would Tyler react to her? Would they travel further down the rabbit’s hole, or course-correct back to a more normal mother son relationship? What did she want to happen?

Sharon found herself in front of her son’s door. She listened closely, but didn’t hear anything from within. She hesitated, part of her wanting to open the door and look in on him, part of her afraid to do anything which might take her down this strangely alluring path.

In the end, her recent years of frustration and loneliness won out and she gently opened the door.

Tyler’s bed was just to the left of the door, with his head at the wall and his feet towards the window opposite. Her son was fast asleep, his mouth open just slightly, soft breath sliding in and out as his chest rose and fell. His hair was a bit tousled, mostly covering his eyes. His head was facing to the left and his left hand was curled up under his cheek. His right hand lay against the mattress near his hip. The sheet which covered him, white and covered with little blue sharks; hammerheads, great whites, bull sharks, was across his waist, just below his navel. She could tell that his right leg was stretched out straight, while his left was bent at the knee, which was pointing towards the wall.

Opening the door, she was hit again by the slightly funky odour of her son’s room, but this time, rather than mildly repelling her, she found herself strangely drawn by the musky smell. With a glance back at her own bedroom door, she took a step into the room and stood looking down at her son. Biting her lower lip nervously, she carefully reached down and ever so gently pulled back his sheet.

Sharon straightened, staring down at Tyler, her breathing already quicker in her chest, feeling her nipples stiffening. Her son wasn’t even hard, but the sight of his little penis was enough to send a thrill through her. Between his legs his small dick squatted upon his pale groin, nothing visible but the pinkish little head and a tiny wrinkled stalk. The tiny blond hairs she knew were there were invisible in the shadow the sheet cast upon him. His small balls hung below, cradled in the crepe-paper skin of his little hairless sac.

She longed to reach out to him, to take that soft little thing between her fingers and feel it stiffen as it had the night before. Sanity reigned however, and with a tremendous struggle, she backed out of his room, gently closing the door behind her.

Feeling as if she’d just escaped something, she hurried down the stairs. The morning sunlight was shining through the windows, illuminating dust floating in the beams of light. She figured she may as well get some cleaning done. Breakfast first though, she decided.

On the way to the kitchen, she spotted something near the couch. She knew what it was immediately. Tyler’s underwear. Apparently he’d just left them where they lay last night. She bent and picked them up, then stood looking at them, turning them over in her hands. Curious, she brought them to her nose, catching the same funky smell she’d encountered in his room. She quickly discovered the crusty little bits of dried semen where he’d shot into them. Feeling an illicit thrill, she touched her tongue to the spot, feeling the cloth grow damp as the slightly glazed stain melted against her tongue, giving her the faint taste of his immature seed. She felt another thrill race through her.

Sharon deposited the boxer-briefs into the laundry and then went about making some breakfast.

The smell of bacon roused Tyler. With a low, satisfied growl, he stretched, feeling his muscles unkink. Then, sensing a bit more coolness than he was used to, he glanced down to see his naked penis staring up at him, throbbing with morning wood as seemed to happen pretty much every day now. He reached down and squeezed himself contentedly before freezing as he remembered what had happened the night before.

He lay there for a few long moments, young dick continuing to throb in his fist as he relived the scene between him and his mother. He remembered the embarrassment of his nocturnal emission, of seeing his mom hovering over him while his cock continued to spurt his thin boycum into his underwear. Then his mother pulling off his cummy shorts and cleaning him, like a baby, the shame of it. Then the bizarre switch from shame to excitement as his twelve-year-old dick grew in his mother’s hand, stiffening until he was fully erect, and then the most insane part of it all, where she actually jacked him off, stroking his pubescent dick until he spurted his watery essence everywhere.

Tyler shuddered with the memory and the current sensation in his cock. He realized he was gently jacking himself, and while part of him wanted to take the time to bring himself to what he imagined would be an epic cum, a more urgent part was telling him that he might not make it over that line before another bodily function superseded the proceedings. In other words, he had to pee. Bad.

So, little dick bouncing stiffly, Tyler jumped out of bed and raced across the hall to the bathroom, so worried about making it before his bladder burst that he forgot to even bother getting dressed. In the bathroom, he found his cock was so hard that he couldn’t press it downward enough to get a proper angle into the toilet bowl, so he put his right arm out to brace himself, then leaned far over so that the thumb hooked against the base of his boner would allow him to pee without making a mess of everything. It took a moment for his brain to convince his bladder that it was okay, and then, with a great sigh, he was able to let go with a strong stream.

As the pain in his bladder faded, Tyler let go another sigh and tapped his dick, which was still as stiff as ever, knocking off the last couple of golden droplets. That’s when he sensed he wasn’t alone. Startled, he looked up to find his dad standing in the doorway.

Standing there in his boxers, half hard himself as evidenced by the bulge poking the front, his father scratched his hairy belly. “Where the hell’s your underwear?” his father asked, glancing nervously away from his son’s erection. “What if your mother caught sight of you and your stiff little pecker? Get to your room and put on some damned clothes.” Then his father continued down the hall.

Tyler rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. He could feel his cheeks burning. First his mom had seen him, and now his dad. And his dad had said he had a little pecker, and while he knew that, hearing it just made him feel worse. He’d really wanted to say something to his old man about how his mom had already seen his ‘stiff little pecker’ and she seemed to have liked it well enough to jack it off, but the thought of that, not just saying it, but remembering it had happened, was so embarrassing he shuddered at the thought even now.

Smell of bacon still floating in the air, Tyler looked around for his PJ’s and then remembered he hadn’t worn them, but instead had worn just his underwear. Then he remembered that said underwear had been left downstairs by the couch, messy with his sperms and he’d come upstairs naked after what had happened with his mom. He hoped that his mom had gotten to them before his dad saw them.

He felt weird about putting on fresh underwear since he hadn’t just taken a shower, so he grabbed the shorts he’d been wearing yesterday off the floor. As he was about to pull them on he caught sight of himself on the full length mirror hung on the back of his bedroom door. Baby blue shorts hanging in his hand, he stepped forward to examine himself, something which seemed to occupy more and more of his time these days.

Tyler didn’t play any sports, mostly because he couldn’t work up enough enthusiasm in either of his parents to take him to practices and games, but he was still an active kid and in good condition. Puberty was being kind to him; his skin was still perfect and, while he hadn’t gained as much height as some of his classmates, neither was he suffering from any of their gangliness.

His chest was beginning to gain some definition he thought, and his stomach was flat as a board, even showing little ridges along the muscles there, especially those that dipped into his groin, that coveted V-cut. There was a clear line across his groin where the skin which was exposed to the sun was dark with a tan, and the bits down below that no one ever saw were pale. In amidst all that paleness, his cock, which he told himself was a full four inches now (it was, if he pressed the end of the ruler into the silky-haired base of his dick a bit uncomfortably) rose straight and proud, his young balls hanging loosely below, the left just a little lower than the right.

For a moment he stood there fingering his young erection, torn between the need for bacon and another, slightly more primal one. He knew his dad would be expecting him downstairs any second, and he also knew how his dad could eat bacon. He weighed the choices in his mind for just a moment, and then began to determinedly jack his cock.

This was no leisurely jack-off session like he often had in bed at night, or in the tub. This was like those times at school when his young dick was so hard he thought it would break off and he scuttled through the halls with his backpack held awkwardly in front of his crotch, sure that everyone knew he had a hardon. Then he’d race to the bathroom and find an empty stall and push his pants and underwear down over his skinny hips and madly jerk himself off, trying desperately to silence his gasping breaths and the rapid skin on skin sound as he stroked himself to orgasm.

This is what he did now, his body hunching over a bit as his muscles contracted, hand racing over his throbbing boner, the sound of his hand hitting his crotch a rapid tattoo. With his left hand he scratched and squeezed his hanging balls, feeling them contract more and more as he rushed towards his climax. Then, with an explosive sigh he pushed his hips forward and threw his head back, his cock throbbing wildly in his fist as he peppered his mirror with watery droplets of boy jizz.

Breathing heavily, he turned and sat on his bed, cock still in hand, feeling hot cum slide down over his fingers. Not for the first time, he licked the sweetish substance from his knuckles, savouring the exotic, oily taste of it. Reaching back between his legs, he squeezed his dick again, then his little balls, making sure he got all the cum out, which he wiped onto his sheets. Then, heart beginning to return to a normal rhythm, he slipped on his shorts and a t-shirt, ready for that bacon.

Just before he exited the room, he grabbed a pair of underwear out of his hamper and used them to wipe off the mirror as best he could. Mostly he just smeared the stuff around. Then he headed downstairs, nervous to confront his mother. Would she say something? Well, probably not in front of his dad. Man, this was going to be weird.

Sharon accepted a kiss on the cheek and a half-hearted squeeze of her breast as Stan came up behind her, pressing his half-hard cock against her ass. She might have wondered if this was some sign of interest if he didn’t have his phone in his hand. The phone made her suspicious. With a mumbled ‘good morning’ Stan sat at the kitchen table and immediately started eating from the plate she sat in front of him. The phone was close to hand.

As Sharon finished making up the next plate, Tyler came into the kitchen. She couldn’t help looking at her son differently now, and she knew her eyes must be sparkling as she took in his youthful beauty and vibrancy. “Hey, kiddo,” she said with a smile, stepping up to set his plate on the table while giving the boy a squeeze around his shoulder.

“Hi, mom,” the boy said softly. He was looking at her, gauging her. She couldn’t imagine the thoughts going through his head.

Taking her own plate, Sharon sat at the table and began to eat breakfast with her son and husband. About two minutes later, Stan’s phone rang and he grabbed at it eagerly.

“Hello?” He looked at his wife. “Oh, hi Paul. Yeah?” A look of consternation, a bit forced Sharon felt. “But that’s my whole weekend. Can’t Gary do it?” Sharon was sure she could hear a faint voice on the other end of the line, and she was pretty sure it was a female voice. “Okay, Paul. I understand. Yeah, sure. Okay, I’ll see you on Monday then.”

Stan shut off the phone and sat it back on the table. “Well, shoot,” he said. “That was Paul.” Paul was his boss. “I’m sorry, hon, but it looks like I have to fly to Kansas City. Bob was supposed to do a presentation for a potential client, but his kid had to go to the hospital last night and Paul wants me to take it over.”

Sharon knew it was bullshit. Who did presentations on machinery sales on the weekend? Her husband was obviously off to spend the weekend with his new floozy. She glanced over at Tyler and thought that she had her own secret and realized that she didn’t care what Stan did.

“Well, that’s just horrible, Stan,” she said, commiserating. “I hope they realize how dedicated you are to your job.”

“Might just get a raise out of this,” he said, shovelling the last of his eggs and bacon into his mouth. Then he was pushing his chair away from the table and with quick apologies he raced up the stairs to shower and dress.

Tyler, also finished with his meal, grabbed his plate and his father’s and walked the dishes over to the sink. He was about to walk past his mom when she hooked an arm around his waist. “Thank you for cleaning up, honey,” she said.

“S’okay,” he mumbled. It felt weird, this new intimacy with his mom. He wasn’t used to her touching him.

“Maybe,” Sharon began, “after your father leaves, we can…” and her hand slipped from his waist, down over his hip, and then down over his left asscheek, “talk.”

Tyler swallowed nervously. His mom’s hand on his ass felt weird, but it also felt good. Great even. She was gently caressing and squeezing him and he began to blush as he felt a familiar tightening in his groin.

From less than a foot away, Sharon saw the lump begin to form in the front of Tyler’s shorts. The shimmery polyester began to push out more and more, until Sharon realized that her son must be going commando. Within moments the bulge in his shorts was pushing straight out and then the place where his little cockhead was pressing grew even higher as he became fully erect.

This time it was Sharon who swallowed nervously. It was right there. There was no doubt that Tyler was fully erect, his young cock poking obscenely against the thin material of his shorts. She realized her hand had grown still on his ass, and she squeezed him lightly, watching as his cock lurched. How easy, she thought, it would be to simply pull down the front of his shorts and take his cock into her mouth. It was mere inches away. She imagined she could feel the heat of it against her cheek.

Tyler was suffering from a mixture of emotions. On the one hand, he was burning with embarrassment. Without his underwear, it was obvious that he had a boner. It was also obvious that his mom was fully aware of it, as she seemed to be staring right at it. On the other hand, his mom was staring right at his boner, and caressing his ass, and while that carried with it a level of strangeness, it was also exciting as heck.

“Would you like that, honey?” Sharon asked. Her hand left her son’s ass then and moved to the inside of his right thigh. She caressed the silky smooth skin there, slowly drifting higher, until her hand was up inside the loose leg of his shorts. She felt the growing heat of him as her hand rose higher and higher, and could feel his tenseness against her and heard his increased breathing. “Would you like to talk after your father leaves?”

“M-mom,” Tyler said breathily. His mom’s hand was sliding ever upward on his thigh. “D-Danny is coming.”

“Hmm?” Sharon responded, only half aware of what he was saying. Her hand was high up between her son’s legs now, and the boy’s hidden erection was lurching in his shorts. He jerked as her index finger finally came into contact with the feverish flesh of his ball sac. She had just scratched a fingernail lightly over that hairless skin when what Tyler had said broke through the intensity of her focus. “What did you say?”

“Danny,” Tyler practically whispered. His mom’s finger was touching his nuts. Just very lightly brushing back and forth over the sensitive skin there. He felt his dick throbbing crazily. “Remember? Danny is spending the night.”

Danny, Sharon thought. Tyler’s little friend. She remembered then that it was their week for the boy to spend the night. The two boys were inseparable and had been trading Saturday sleepovers for years. A quick glance at the clock over the stove showed that the boy would likely be arriving within the hour. Fuck. She felt the way her pussy was throbbing between her legs, the way her nipples were poking against her shirt. She looked at the throbbing bulge in her son’s shorts and felt the heat of his sexy little nut sac against her fingers. Fuck.

Concentrating, Sharon could hear the water in the pipes which told her that the shower in her bedroom was still going. Heart suddenly hammering in her chest, she suddenly spun to the left, while simultaneously pulling Tyler around so that he was facing her head on. Then, without warning, she yanked his shorts down to his knees. Tyler gasped in surprised. Sharon’s eyes locked on her son’s gorgeous little erection. Like a snake after prey, she shot forward and took Tyler’s cock into her mouth.

“Mom!” Tyler gave a strangled cry as his cock was suddenly engulfed in the heat of his mother’s mouth. His whole body tensed and contracted as he felt the suctioning pressure of her lips around him, the teasing of her tongue against his acorn-sized glans, the eager squeezing of his ass as she pulled him tight against her.

Sharon found herself humming tunelessly as she worked her mouth up and down on her son’s four inch erection. He was so hard in her mouth, like a steel rod covered in silky hot flesh. His firm ass flexed and tensed in her hands. She struggled to concentrate on the sound of the water in the pipes but her son’s eager groans of pleasure, so high-pitched and sweet, such a shocking disparity, fought for her attention. She worked her mouth on him eagerly, sucking at him, bobbing her mouth up and down on his short length, the faint scent of his barely pubescent crotch in her nose. Then she dropped her left hand between her legs, squeezed her thighs around it, pushing and pressing, feeling the rising pleasure.

After some time Sharon became aware that Tyler’s hands were on either side of her head and that he was awkwardly pumping his skinny hips, driving his small cock into her mouth. There was no rhythm there, just an instinctive movement made clumsy from the intense pleasure which was coursing through him. With a gasp he stiffened and pushed his crotch against her face, his whole body tensing as the taste of his watery jizz flooded her mouth. As the small load filled her mouth, Sharon felt her own orgasm rush over her, her pussy spasming against her hand.

Tyler stood there, his cock buried deep in his mother’s mouth. He could feel it twitching as he shot his boyish load. His mind was awhirl with shock. He couldn’t believe his mom had just done that. Put his thing in her mouth! Was even now sucking his hot sperms into her throat. His mom! It felt so wrong, but so fantastic at the same time. As she continued to suck lightly at his cock he was about to say something, because the sensation was suddenly too overwhelming and he was shifting uncomfortably. That’s when he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs.

At the same time Tyler stiffened in shock, Sharon also became aware of the sound of Stan’s approach. Thinking quickly, she quickly pulled her mouth off Tyler’s cock and then whipped out her left hand and pulled him against the table. She felt him struggle against her for a moment and she stiffened her grip.

Stan appeared in the archway to the kitchen holding a suitcase and finding his wife still sitting and Tyler standing at her side. He wasn’t aware that his twelve-year-old son was naked from the waist down, his shorts pooled around his ankles. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to notice anything off in their stance or demeanour. “Okay, you guys,” he said, “I’ll see you on Monday after work. Sorry about this. Have a good weekend.”

Tyler let out a breath and looked down. His shorts were still around his ankles, but his shirt was just long enough to cover up any hint of skin below, especially pressed up against the table. Of course, his dick was still half hard, so it was pressed rather painfully against part of the underside of the table.

Sharon heard the front door close and saw Tyler take a step back, revealing a half-hard cock, shiny with her saliva and red from her sucking. She could still taste him in her mouth. She reached out and took him gently in her hand, caressing him as he rose quickly into another full erection. Then she looked up and caught his eye.

“Did you like that, honey?” she asked.

Tyler, unable to think of what he could possibly say to that, simply nodded.

Sharon grinned. “It’s too bad Danny is coming over,” she said. With a last squeeze, she released his dick, which snapped against his belly. “Maybe we can talk more tomorrow,” she said as she rose from the table and headed up the stairs.

Tyler looked down at himself as his mother exited the kitchen. His dick had shrunk to half it’s size, and it poked out beneath his t-shirt, a dwindling little nub. His heart was still a bit fast, both from the blowjob and the fear of being caught by his dad. The thudding of the man’s footsteps on the stairs had not only frozen him in place, but brought home to him just how wrong this thing was with his mom.

She’d given him a blowjob. A blowjob! He had no idea how to feel about that. Of course it was wrong, but it was a blowjob, and he instantly decided that was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Besides, it wasn’t like he and his mom had a typical sort of mother son relationship. She wasn’t the type to hug him and call him sweetheart and bake him cookies and tuck him in at night. Mostly she complained to him about the messes he would make and he tried to keep out of her way. He had no idea what had changed, but wasn’t a hot blowjob better than a cold shoulder?

He didn’t know if this whole thing would somehow come back to bite him in the ass, but in the meantime he figured he might as well roll with it and see what happened. Maybe she’d do it again. He felt himself start to stiffen again at the thought and so he reached down and pulled up his shorts, squeezing himself through the thin cloth.

He was just wondering what to do with himself when the doorbell rang. It was then he remembered Danny and he rushed to greet his friend. Danny grinned when the door was opened.

“Dude,” Danny smiled.

“Dude,” Tyler replied, and they bumped fists. Tyler stepped aside to let Danny enter. The other boy had his backpack over one shoulder. He was dressed in orange cargo shorts and a blue tank top that left him bare from armpit to halfway down his ribs.

“What do you wanna do first?” Danny asked.

Go upstairs and get a blowjob, Tyler thought. What he said was, “Mario Kart?”

With that the boys headed upstairs. Danny was a frequent flyer in Tyler’s home. The boys usually traded off weekends, staying at Tyler’s home one weekend and Danny’s the next. Danny had bunk beds, which Tyler thought was pretty cool. When they stayed at his house they shared his full sized bed. They’d been doing it for years, but just recently it had begun to get a bit… awkward.

Puberty was knocking on their doors, and with it came a certain amount of shyness. For years they’d shared Tyler’s bed, sleeping in their underwear or skimpy pyjamas. They’d taken showers together on numerous occasions, and even compared boners. That was before though. Over the past year or so, there had been no showers together. When each boy returned to the bedroom after taking his individual shower, their backs were carefully turned as they pulled on their underwear. There were no boner comparisons. In fact, a couple of weeks ago they’d been watching porn together with the sound down well after Tyler’s parents had gone to bed, and there came a moment when they each became aware that the other boy was sporting a Hardin and they awkwardly shut down the PC and went to bed, careful not to touch or even look at each other as they got into bed.

Now, as they gathered around Tyler’s Nintendo Switch, Tyler couldn’t help wondering if Danny had ever had a blowjob. Is that something he could talk about with his friend? What would Danny say if he knew Tyler’s mother had given him one? Then, distracted, he began to wonder what Danny’s dick looked like. He hadn’t seen it in awhile. He knew his had grown at least a little bit since then. Had Danny’s? Did the other boy jack off like he did? He knew he probably did. He remembered that time they were watching porn and they had both gotten boners. He wondered what would have happened that night if he’d just whipped off the sheet and started pounding his pud?

Before he knew it, Tyler had another hardon. He hunched over, and pulled out the bottom of his shirt, attempting to hide it. He thought he saw Danny looking away guiltily.

Down the hall, Sharon took a last shaky breath and turned off the shower. She leaned against the wall for another few seconds, getting control of her breathing while the aftershocks of her latest orgasm shuddered through her. She’d just meant to shower, but the memory of Tyler’s small cock in her mouth had overwhelmed her and she ended up bringing herself to not one or two, but three powerful orgasms as she stood and finally sat in the shower, knees too weak to hold her.

Using a squeegee, she cleaned the water off the glass partitions of the shower, then grabbed a towel and quickly dried herself. Even now, the fluffy towel felt wonderful between her legs and over her breasts. Mostly dry, she stepped to the mirror over the vanity.

At thirty-one, Sharon didn’t look a whole lot different than she had at twenty-one. She was five-foot-four and slender. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but looked proportional to her more petite frame. She told herself that they were just as firm as they’d been when she was eighteen, and she wasn’t far from wrong. Stan had offered to have them ‘upgraded’ as he said, but she’d declined. Maybe someday if they did start to sag, but she liked them as they were. She had small, boyish areolas barely bigger than her nipples.

Her hair was damp, but when dry was usually in a pixie cut with short sides and long bangs, all in golden blonde. Her features were fine and a bit elfin, set off by brilliant blue eyes. Her hips were narrow, her ass small and athletic, and the hair between her legs a little two inch rectangular strip of dirty blonde curls. She got regular waxes to keep her asshole and the sides of her pussy bald. Not that Stan cared anymore.

After drying her hair and putting on a minimum amount of makeup, Sharon went to her closet and tried to think about how to dress. As soon as Stan had received his phone call she’d imagined wearing something skimpy for Tyler. Something to turn her son on and get him excited about her body. Did the boy ever think about her that way, she’d wondered. However, now Danny was here. She kicked herself for forgetting the other boy would be there. She couldn’t dress sexy now. Could she?

The more she thought about it, the more the idea began to excite her. She didn’t pay all that much attention to Danny. The boy had been hanging around Tyler since the kids were in the second grade, and he was just a part of the background, much as Stan and Tyler had become. Still, she was a woman, and she was aware when a male was appreciating her. She’d gotten that vibe from Danny more and more over the last year or so. The thought had amused her a bit, but nothing more. Now she wondered.

She had to admit that Danny was very cute. Pretty even. Although younger by a couple of months, he was a bit taller than Tyler, and had about fifteen pounds on him. He wasn’t fat at all. Far from it, but where Tyler had her slight, feathery build, Danny was a bit more solid and… sensual. Was that the right word? There was a softness about Danny. His stomach was flat, although without some of the definition that Tyler had there. Thinking about it, Sharon finally decided it had to be the boy’s ass. Now she was surprised to realized that she’d actually noticed it. Yeah, it was definitely his ass. While Tyler had a firm, muscular little ass, Danny’s was a bit fleshy and round. A gorgeous bubble-butt.

Danny was blond like Tyler, but more platinum than gold, with startlingly lovely hazel eyes. Those she had definitely noticed. He kept his hair short, but spiky in the front. The more she thought about him, the more excited she became. Maybe she could seduce both boys at the same time. Maybe she could have one of their cocks in her mouth while the other worked inside her pussy. Sharon suddenly shook her head, wondering where these images were coming from all of a sudden. Was she really doing this? This was crazy.

Sharon found, with equal amounts of frustration and amusement, that she had no idea how to go about seducing two twelve-year-old boys. After her shower, she’d put on a pair of grey yoga pants without any underwear. Her ass looked amazing in them, and you could not only see her mound and the divot made by her outer lips, but you could even see the little airstrip of fuzz if you looked close enough. Up top, she left off a bra and wore a form fitting spaghetti strap shirt which lovingly hugged her smallish breasts while clearly showing her nipples.

The problem was getting the boys to notice her. Thinking about it later, she realized that Tyler had so trained himself to stay out of her way, that the boys were used to spending hours up in his room or outside. They didn’t spend much time in the ‘public’ areas of the house. The one exception to that was the kitchen, and Sharon was happy to whip up soup and sandwiches for the little guys, which she announced while standing framed artfully in Tyler’s bedroom door.

She smiled inwardly as she caught the boys’ lingering looks as she told them about lunch and then led them to the kitchen. Rather than leave them to their meal, she lingered in the kitchen, ostensibly cleaning up, but mostly just wiping down clean counters and putting dishes in cupboards. She could feel their eyes on her. However, she had no idea how to go from giving them a show to getting into their pants, or getting them into hers. Just stripping seemed not only crass, but likely to spook one or both of them. Her inability to close the deal was frustrating her.

Danny laughed and Tyler looked down, focusing on the screen for a moment. The boys were watching Guardians of the Galaxy, Tyler’s favourite movie. He’d seen it about a hundred times, but he was finding it hard to concentrate. What was going on with his mom? he wondered. First, she was dressed like… well, not like a mom. She looked hot, even he had to admit. He’d also seen Danny’s eyes lingering on her, although Danny’s appreciation for his mother’s charms was no surprise. At least the other boy no longer talked about it. It was embarrassing.

She’d also made lunch for them. She never made lunch anymore. Tyler couldn’t help but think that it was somehow related to the whole new weird sex thing. Was she saying she wanted to do sex stuff again? He wasn’t against the idea, but Danny was here. That was actually the confusing part. He’d expected that she would act the same way she always did since his friend was over, but she was being nice and dressed like… a woman or something. Did that mean she wanted to do something with Danny, too?

He sat there, unfocused, barely aware of the movie that was playing as he wondered what it all meant and how he felt about it. He tried to imagine what it would be like to see Danny doing stuff with his mom. Would she suck his dick, too? What did Danny’s dick even look like now? He hadn’t seen it in like a year. Did he have any hair yet?

Tyler shifted uncomfortably, realizing he was getting a boner as he sat and thought his best friend’s stiff cock being sucked by his mom. The boys were sitting on the floor with their backs against Tyler’s bed. There was nothing he could pull into his lap without being completely obvious about it, so he just pulled his knees up and casually dropped his hands into his lap, where he could feel his boner throbbing against his fingers. A few moments later, Danny pulled his knees up as well, but it never occurred to Tyler that he’d done it for a similar reason.

Dinner was sloppy joes and tater tots. That at least wasn’t weird. Tyler’s mom still made dinner every night. The weird part was that she usually ate in the living room, but this time she joined them and made small talk with them. Tyler got the distinct impression that she was showing off her boobs and he kept looking away when he saw how stiff her nipples were. Danny couldn’t take his eyes off them, causing him equal parts anger, embarrassment, and excitement.

After dinner the boys headed up to his room. As long as Tyler could remember, the rule was that after dinner he had to take a shower, and then he was allowed to watch TV or whatever until his bedtime, which was nine during the week, but eleven on weekends. When they got to his room, Danny eagerly volunteered to go first, which was fine with Tyler.

As he watched his friend leave his room, he thought back to when they would shower together. That had always been fun, but they had stopped awhile ago, worried that it seemed ‘gay’. Every boy’s biggest fear at school seemed to be that someone would think they were gay. Still, he missed the showers.

Familiar with the routine after years, Danny grabbed a towel out of the linen closet inside the hallway bathroom, the one Tyler had to himself. He envied Tyler that, as he had to share his bathroom with a little brother and a little sister.

Danny envied Tyler in a lot of ways. His house for one. Tyler’s dad had a lot of money and so the house was much nicer than Danny’s. The bathroom alone was great, with marble counters and slate floors and a huge glass shower with a console thing which lit up with a cool blue light and did all sorts of other things.

Danny pulled off his shirt and carefully folded it before setting it on the counter. He also envied Tyler his mom. He knew it embarrassed his friend, but she really was hot. The first time he figured out what the term MILF meant, he knew it applied to Tyler’s mom. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d jacked his cock thinking about her. And tonight was… wow. He’d never seen her dressed like that before. In fact, as the thought came to mind, his dick immediately began to stiffen. He squeezed himself through his shorts.

Danny wasn’t only hot for Tyler’s mom, though. In the past few months, he’d probably spent an equal amount of time masturbating to thoughts of Tyler. He didn’t know why. He’d never used to think of his best friend like that. He’d always been a bit intrigued when they bathed or showered together, or compared their tiny boy boners, but now that he could no longer do either, the desire to do so had grown until it occupied his thoughts regularly.

In fact, the thought of seeing Tyler’s dick had so overpowered his thoughts lately, that during the last three overnight stays with his friend, he’d felt up the other boy. The first time had been both nerve-wracking and frustrating. Tyler still wore the same shorty PJ shorts he’d been wearing for the last year or so, but he always wore underwear under them. So while he could easily get a hand into the little opening by unsnapping a button or two, it was almost impossible to get any further. He’d satisfied himself that first time just caressing Tyler’s dick through his underwear, bringing it to at least half an erection, until he’d shifted in his sleep and Danny had snatched his hand back, pretending to sleep, his heart pounding furiously.

Danny unsnapped his shorts and pushed them down over his hips. He folded them and placed them on top of the shirt. He was left wearing a pair of pale blue briefs with white trim. His young boner was straining madly at the material, creating what he thought was an impressive bulge. He wondered what Tyler’s mom would think if she could see it.

The second time Danny had felt up Tyler he’d waited until he was sure the other boy was fast asleep. Tyler didn’t snore, but his breathing changed when he was fully asleep and Tyler waited for that while he lay thinking about what he was going to do. He’d worried he might fall asleep, but his heart was beating too fast to allow that.

When he was sure Tyler was asleep, Danny had called his name softly. His friend had always been a pretty heavy sleeper, but he couldn’t afford to take any chances. He didn’t know why he’d felt compelled to do it, but he was sure it wouldn’t be a good thing if it somehow got around what he’d done. Not that he really thought Tyler would tell anyone, but again, he couldn’t afford to take the chance. If Tyler no longer liked him… well, he couldn’t bear the thought of that.

Sure that Tyler was asleep, Danny had scooted closer and placed his hand on his friend’s naked chest. That close, he’d been able to smell the shower-fresh scent of the other boy. His skin was like silk under his hand. He’d longed to be able to hug Tyler, and to feel him hug him back. He’d imaged them lying naked in each other’s arms and felt his cock immediately stiffen between his legs.

Sliding his hand down over Tyler’s stomach, he’d eventually reached the waistband of his PJ’s’s. With a deft and careful twist of his fingers, he’d unsnapped the three little snaps and spread the sides open. Then he’d laid his hand upon Tyler’s dick. He’d felt the warmth of the boy’s crotch under his hand and he’d lightly caressed him with his palm before feeling around with his fingers, trying to sort out what he was touching. He’d soon identified the soft little worm shape of his shaft, the rounded little acorn of his glans, and down below the cloth-covered lump of his small testicles.

Eventually, his caressing hand and fingers had elicited a response, and he’d felt Tyler’s cock stiffening under his ministrations. Soon it was fully erect and Danny was worried his friend would somehow hear his heartbeat and awaken. He was touching Tyler’s hardon. He’d tried to imagine what it would look like, how long it was, and how thick. He was pretty sure at the time that his own dick was bigger, and he’d wanted to press himself close enough to slide his own stiff cock right up against Tyler’s, so he could truly compare them, but he was afraid to move more than he was already.

When Tyler had made a noise, a little moan which might have sounded adorable at any other time, Danny had immediately pretended to be asleep. After two or three minutes, which seemed like an eternity, he’d risen once again to his elbow and reached out to carefully reconnect each of the three little snaps, thrilling at the sensation of Tyler’s boner twitching against the blade of his hand.

That had been two weeks ago. Last weekend they’d stayed at his house, each in their own bunk-bed. A couple of years before they’d have shared the top bunk, but they’d gotten too big, so when Tyler stayed over his, little brother would lose his bed for the night and have to sleep in his sister’s room. Nine-year-old Jesse didn’t mind though, because he worshipped Tyler.

Danny slipped off his briefs. He had to use the mirror on the back of the bathroom door to examine himself, as he was too short for the vanity mirror to reflect anything below his waist. Danny was perhaps half an inch from five feet. His hair was always a wild mop, no matter how he tried to tame it. It was a brilliant mop however, as he was a platinum blond so bright that it was nearly white. His eyes were listed as hazel on medical forms, but that didn’t do them proper justice. Around the outside they were turquoise, with a star burst of orange in the centre, which itself was outlined in a thin band of light green.

Danny was a slender boy, but not at all skinny. There was a slight definition to his chest, but it wasn’t necessarily muscle. His stomach was flat, but rounded, and his ass was high and fleshy while still being very toned. His face was more round than Tyler’s but again, not chubby in any way. His nipples were a bit large for a boy, about the size of a quarter, and puffy, but the tiny pointed centre was just as tiny as any other boy’s.

The tween was completely hairless from head to foot, other than the usual little blond vellus hairs which glowed golden in the right light. His legs were smooth, his thighs like silk. Between his legs he sported his only obvious sign of pubescence. Fully erect, Danny’s cock was pointing straight at the ceiling, quivering. If Danny was just under five feet, then his young cock was just under five inches. It was not only long for a boy his age, but thick at one and a quarter inches wide. He was also a shower, so even soft he had an impressively large dick for a twelve-year-old. He was circumcised, but there was a surprising amount of foreskin remaining, enough to cover about a quarter inch of his fleshy glans. He pulled that down now, exposing the sharp ridge of his mushroom shaped cockhead.

Squeezing himself, Danny leaned into the shower and twisted the knob which would start the rain shower head. The little nozzles which peppered the large head lit up in neon blue. There were other knobs, all of which Danny had explored in the past. There was the waterfall, which let out a wide sheet of water, which felt great on his neck. There were the two nozzles which sprayed straight out, which was cool because one would hit his chest while the other sprayed directly on his dick. Then there was his favourite, which was the wand. Attached to a hose on the side was a seven inch metal wand which released a small, directed spray of water. You could turn it up high to clean your butt, or turn it down low and play it lightly over your balls and dick, which felt pretty amazing. Danny had come many times doing that, imaging it was Tyler or Tyler’s mom touching him.

Tyler. Danny sighed as he got into the shower, feeling the warm water cascading over his naked flesh. He imagined what would happen after Tyler fell asleep. He knew he’d try feeling him up again. He was determined to get his hands around Tyler’s naked cock. He wished the other boy didn’t wear underwear under his shorty PJ’s. He’d tried to subliminally plant the idea in his friend’s brain by doing just that the last two times he’d stayed over. He actually thought it might be working, because he was almost positive Tyler had started to get a boner earlier and it didn’t look like he’d had any underwear on to contain it. Of course, his own dick had responded, so both boys had ended up with their knees on their chins, trying to pretend everything was normal.

The last two times he’d stayed over, he’d showered after Tyler, and after returning to the room to dress, he’d put on just his own pair of shorty PJ’s and no underwear. The boys had no problems showing each other their butts, but neither turned around, as much as Danny wanted to do so. He wanted to see Tyler, but he also wanted Tyler to see him. He had a plan tonight though. He had a speech all planned about how it was bad to wear constricting clothing to bed, so Tyler should just wear his PJ’s without his underwear. He’d even looked it up on the internet and found to his surprise that it was pretty much true.

He’d been sleeping in the nude since then, and found that he really liked it. Of course, about a week after he’d started that habit, his mom had come in to wake him up for school, and when he hadn’t gotten up right away she’d whipped his sheet off him. They’d sorta been stuck there for a minute, wide eyed, because Danny had a huge morning boner. She’d finally said, ‘Looks like the puberty fairy has struck’, and then told him to get dressed for school. He still slept in the nude, but his mom no longer tore his sheets off. She did have a few awkward conversations with him though, about things like condoms and masturbation and sex in general.

Danny was thinking about that moment with the sheet, although in his head it was Tyler’s mom yanking his sheet back instead, when the bathroom door opened. The door had never locked, but he’d long gotten over the fear that anyone would intrude. In all the years he’d been coming to Tyler’s house, nobody had ever busted in, until now.

Danny gasped and tried desperately to cover himself when he saw that it was Tyler’s mom, but his cock was still stiff and it wasn’t easily covered by small hands.

“Oops,” the woman said, although she didn’t seem all that surprised to find him in the shower. She did raise an eyebrow as she stared at his crotch though, and Danny tried harder to cover himself, feeling his boner sliding slickly against his wrists while he clutched his large, hanging ballsac.

Tyler’s mom had an armload of towels, which she turned and put into the closet, although she never took her eyes off him. She shut the closet door.

His boner chose that moment to slide wetly to the side, escaping between his wrists. He looked down at it, seeing the thick head and half his shaft plainly exposed before he was able to manoeuvre it back behind his concealing hands.

“I think you need another hand to help control that thing,” she said with a sly smile. She held up a hand, as if to say she had a hand he could use and he blushed bright red. Then she turned and left the bathroom with a tinkle of laughter.

Twenty minutes after he’d left, Danny returned to Tyler’s bedroom wrapped in a towel and clutching his dirty clothes to his chest. Tyler was sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard, playing a game on his iPad. “Hey,” Tyler greeted his friend. He found his eyes drifting to the front of Danny’s towel. Was that lump there his friend’s dick? He hurriedly looked away.

“Hey,” Danny responded. Tyler didn’t notice his reddened face.

Tyler watched as his best friend bent to stuff his dirty clothes into a plastic grocery bag in his backpack. Tyler wondered what would happen if he ‘jokingly’ got up and snatched Danny’s towel away from him. It was only a fleeting thought though, and he was too chicken to try it.

Danny straightened, clutching his thin blue shorty PJ shorts. He turned his back to Tyler and took off his towel, which he tossed over the back of the chair in front of his desk. Despite himself, Tyler found himself staring. It was easy to see that Danny spent a lot of time outdoors without a shirt. His lightly muscled back flexed, all tan flesh leading down in a gentle curve to the pale flesh below, which started at the abrupt swelling of Danny’s ass. There was something compelling about his friend’s ass, he’d always felt. He’d heard girl’s talk about it in school, always giggling afterwards, but Tyler didn’t think it was because they thought there was anything funny about it.

Danny’s ass was full and rounded, but it flexed as he lifted one leg and then the other and stuffed them into the legs of his PJ’s. Tyler found himself wishing his friend would turn just a little bit so he could see his dick. He shook his head at the weirdness of the thought.

“I was reading this thing online,” Danny said as he grabbed his towel off the back of the chair and turned. “It was really interesting.”

“What was it?” Tyler asked. He was wondering if he would be able to see the outline of Danny’s dick in his PJ’s, if he lowered that stupid towel. He noticed he hadn’t put on underwear. He also noticed idly that there were tiny pinpricks of stiffness in the middle of Danny’s large nipples.

“They were saying that wearing too many clothes to bed is bad for you,” Danny said. Tyler thought he heard an odd inflection in Danny’s voice. “I guess it cuts off your circulation or something and that can cause problems as you get older.”

“I only wear PJ’s,” Tyler replied, shrugging.

“And underwear,” Danny was quick to point out. Then he gave an overly casual shrug while continuing to fold his damp towel. “I sleep naked when I’m at home.”

“Naked?” Tyler asked, his mind exploring the possibility. As the towel grew smaller in Danny’s hands, his eyes went to his friend’s crotch. Was that a fold in the fabric, or the tube of Danny’s dick? The shorty PJ’s were about the same as his, ending about mid-thigh with an elastic waistband and three little snaps to hold them together.

“Well, not here obviously,” Danny said, spreading his arms to indicate his shorts. Tyler swore he could make out part of Danny’s dick, but was confused because what looked to be the dickhead was so low that it would make Danny’s dick much bigger than he could imagine it being. “Still, you should think about sleeping naked. You know, when I’m not here. And not wearing underwear with your pyjamas.”

Tyler shrugged, tearing his eyes away before Danny caught him staring. “I guess,” he said noncommittally. Then he scooted to the end of his bed and stood. “Gimme your towel,” he said, tossing his iPad onto his bed. He’d hang it up in the bathroom until it was dry enough for the hamper.

With his friend’s towel in hand, he headed to the bathroom. Would his mom notice if he wasn’t wearing underwear beneath his PJ’s? Would she care? Maybe he could see her tonight, after Danny was asleep.

Danny waited anxiously in Tyler’s room as his friend showered. He’d taken Tyler’s place on the boy’s bed and had his own iPad out, but he wasn’t paying much attention to it. Would Tyler put on his PJ’s without his underwear? If he did, then Danny knew he’d be able to easily access his best friend’s dick after he was asleep. He imagined himself caressing it and feeling it stiffen in his hand. Before he knew it, his cock was rock hard. He looked down at himself, saw how his dick was straining against the thin cloth of his PJ’s. He could see the head clearly outlined, even the peehole was discernible.

Manoeuvring a little bit, Danny opened the middle snap and fed his cock into the opening. He loved the way his dick looked straining up to him, naked yet clothed. He gently ran a finger up the underside of his penis, feeling the tingly sensations race through his groin. He’d been too shocked by Mrs. Martin’s visit into the bathroom to jack off, which he liked to do pretty much every time he took a shower these days.

He couldn’t believe Mrs. Martin had seen him naked. And not just naked, he knew. She’d seen everything. Hard. And much like his mom, she’d just stared for an uncomfortable amount of time. He wrapped his fist around his cock as he thought about it, the way her eyes had locked on his pubescent dick.

She’d smiled, Danny remembered as his fist began to move lightly up and down on his straining boner. She’d smiled and said something about lending him a hand, like she wanted to touch his dick. Danny slid further down on the bed, his legs straightening before him as he continued to work his fist up and down on his cock. The door was open, so he’d be able to hear if the bathroom door opened, but Tyler had barely started his shower so he should have enough time for a quick wank.

After a minute he unsnapped the other two buttons so he could open up his shorts and get his hand inside so he could squeeze his big balls. He wished for a moment that he was home so he could get some lube, although his hand on his cock felt pretty great already. He tried to imagine it was Mrs. Martin’s hand, the hand she’d seemed to offer earlier. She was stroking his cock and whispering in his ear. What would she say? Something about how big his dick was and how much she wanted to suck it.

Danny shuddered. That was it. She’d want to suck his dick. In his mind he was imagining her bent over his lap, her lips locked around his cock, her mouth moving up and down. Then it was suddenly Tyler sucking his dick, his best friend’s eyes staring into his eyes as his lips worked up and down on his boner.

Eyes squeezed tightly shut, Danny felt the tingles racing through his small body intensifying. He began to tremble and he felt that pulsing sensation deep inside him, somewhere under his balls he thought, and he was whimpering, and then his slender hips were lifting up off the bed as his cock lurched again and again in his fist, the pleasure so intense he could barely stand it.

Finally, his hips settled and he gave a shuddering sigh, his cock still throbbing madly. After a moment he stiffened. Had he heard a noise? Stuffing his big dick back into his PJ’s, he hurriedly snapped the buttons and swung himself out of the bed. He stepped to the door and looked both ways, but there was nothing there. Shrugging, he went back to his iPad, his cock slowly softening.

Sharon stood in her bedroom, her back against the wall, hidden to the left of her open door, her heart pounding wildly. Her thoughts were full of the scene she’d just witnessed.

The plan to bust into the bathroom had completely backfired. Well, not completely. She knew the boys would be showering right after dinner, so after they’d gone up to Tyler’s room, she’d followed, going to her bedroom. She’d waited until she heard the water running and then gave it another minute or so. Then, grabbing a stack of towels, she’d snuck down the hallway to the bathroom. The lock had been disabled years ago, in case Tyler were to slip in the shower or something.

With a smile, she’d slipped into the bathroom, expecting to see Tyler naked in the shower. That had been the plan. She’d been sure that Tyler always showered first. She’d thought to get a look at her sexy son, maybe even get in a little bit of ‘play’ before he went back to his friend. She’d been shocked to find Danny instead.

The second surprise had been Danny himself. She’d known he was a gorgeous kid. Wet and glistening in the light of the bathroom, small muscles shifting, he was a thing of beauty. As beautiful as Tyler certainly, his hair a golden halo around his head, even wet.

Then there was the boy’s cock. That was the biggest shock of all. Tyler’s cock had been about what she’d expected of a twelve-year-old boy, and having seen it, that was her new standard for what boys his age should look like. Danny’s cock broke that mold. She’d been amazed to see an adult-sized cock on such a small boy. It wasn’t Stan’s eight incher of course, but it was still shockingly large for a young boy.

She’d put away the towels, mesmerized by that big preteen cock, and then said something to him that she couldn’t remember even now. Then she’d fled downstairs. She’d stood in the kitchen for awhile, thinking about Danny and Tyler and her body ached for both of them.

She still didn’t know what the hell to do about it though. Danny had looked scared as hell when she’d walked in on him. She was worried he would say something to his mother. Danny’s mom was a police dispatcher, and while not a cop herself, she knew a lot of them. She had to be really careful about how she dealt with Danny, and as much as she might want to get her hands on that dick of his, she told herself she would have to keep her attentions solely on Tyler. At least for now.

With that thought, she thought she’d give her earlier plan another try. The shower had just started up again a few seconds ago. Walking quietly up the stairs, wanting to avoid a meeting with Danny, she was caught as she came to Tyler’s bedroom.

She nearly gasped, giving herself away. Instead, she pressed herself to the left side of the hall, as far from Tyler’s door as she could. On Tyler’s bed, fully exposed to the hallway, lay Danny, his cock in his fist. The boy’s five inch cock was sticking up from the fly of his pyjamas, thick and throbbing. The spongy cockhead was wide and flared, glowing bright pink. Danny’s hand was stroking himself smoothly, his hand making easy movements up and down the silky stalk.

Sharon could see the boy’s flat stomach tensing as he jacked himself. The rest of his body was obscured by the angle. She felt herself trembling as she stared, telling herself to move before she got caught, but locked in place by the erotic display. She’d seen Stan jack himself a few times when they were younger, but it had never had this kind of effect on her.

After a short time, which seemed much longer, Danny used his left hand to unsnap his shorts and stuffed his hand down inside to play with his balls. She couldn’t seen the boy’s nuts, but the pure expanse of naked flesh from his navel to the base of his cock shocked her and she realized it was the complete lack of pubic hair which made the sight so alien, so exotic, and erotic.

Soon the little boy was arching and lifting up off the mattress. She waited, longing to see the spurting arc of boyish cum, but after a few moments of watching his cock jerking in his fist, she realized it was a dry come. Then she realized how precarious her position was and with every bit of hurried stealth she could muster, she crept down the hall to her room, where she ducked behind the door just as she was sure she heard something in the hallway.

After that, she experienced one of the longest evenings of her life. She had to do something, but couldn’t do a thing. Every time she thought of just walking into Tyler’s room buck naked and asking for a fuck, she’d realize how stupid an idea it was. Seduction was too slow, and anything else was practically rape and likely not to succeed or if it did, for word to get around. Whatever courage she’d had earlier which had allowed her to whip down Tyler’s shorts and suck his precious little cock was no longer in her.

The best she was able to manage was changing into a pale rose baby doll nightie. The lacy design on the cups just barely hid her nipples, and the sheer bottom showed off the equally lacy red panties she was wearing underneath.

Gathering her courage, she’d gone down the hall towards the sound of gunfire and explosions. The boys were watching TV and they were a sight. Each boy was sprawled on the floor with their back to Tyler’s bed. They were shirtless, and each wore a nearly matching pair of shorty pyjamas; Danny in baby blue, and Tyler in pale yellow.

The boys looked up as she framed herself in the doorway, asking what they were watching. She was pleased to see their eyes widen as they took in what she was wearing. They stammered out a response and Sharon smiled at them and then gave a fake yawn and stretched, which caused the bottom of the sheer nightie to lift and expose her lacy red panties, themselves sheer enough to show that she didn’t have a full triangle of pubic hair. What she did have was lost behind the lace. However, Sharon wouldn’t know if the boys would even know enough about women to realize this fact.

Hands reaching into their laps while their knees rose was plenty of indication to Sharon that she was having the desired effect, however she felt herself at a loss as to how to proceed. Should she join them on the bed? Should she step in front of the television and offer to strip? Should she mention the obvious erections they were trying to hide? Every idea she had seemed to be worse than the last. In the end, frustrated, she retreated back to the safety of her bedroom, burning with frustrated sexual desire.

She finally decided that she would wait until after the boys were asleep. If she could wake only Tyler and bring her son back to her room, then she could get some satisfaction. It wouldn’t be both boys together, but she wanted desperately to be with her son anyway, so it’s not like she was losing anything. She turned on her own TV, too distracted to pay much attention, while her mind built fantasies about what she’d do with Tyler once she got him alone.

The End

Just like with the other stories: No! There isn’t any more of this story. And Rwxxx13 isn’t going to write it, because he sadly passed away. And I’m also not going to write another chapter either. Feel free to do so yourself, and send it to me so I can post it here. But since it isn’t my story, I’m not finishing it. Rwxxx13 is just too good at writing smut, and I’d feel uncomfortable finishing it.. So stop bugging me! 🙂

Midnight and the Kiddy is Sleeping – 1

Midnight and the Kiddy is Sleeping – Part 1
Rwxxx13 (rwxxx13@yahoo.com)

Twelve-year-old Tyler walked out of the bathroom, a thick towel wrapped around his thin hips. A curling stream of mist followed him into the hallway, along with the smell of freshly showered and shampooed boy. In his bedroom, he unwrapped the towel and tossed it, pleased when it landed squarely on the bedpost where he’d aimed. He was just stepping into a pair of gray boxer-briefs when the door opened.

Startled, the boy turned to the side, presenting his backside to the bedroom door instead of his profile, and nearly stumbled, trying to quickly stuff both feet through the correct holes and pull his underwear up. “Mom!” he cried.

“Oh, hush,” Sharon Phipps said laconically, barely glancing at her naked son. “I’ve seen your ass a thousand times.” Then, “You didn’t make your bed.”

“I made it before school,” Tyler complained, finally fixing his underwear around his hips and turning to face his mother. “It just got messed up later,” blushing as he said it, realizing that it was messed up because he’d come home and immediately torn the bed up getting out his pillow, which he’d taken to humping whenever the urge struck, which was pretty often. In fact, he sneaked a guilty glance at the pillow sitting there in the middle of the bed. He’d avoided putting the pillowcase in the laundry because of the growing stain which was starting to form since he’d started squirting recently. Luckily, he’d turned the pillow over when he’d finished earlier so he could rest and stare at the ceiling while he recovered his breath.

Sharon placed the armload of laundry which had brought her into her son’s room on the end of the rumpled bedspread and took a suspicious look around the space. She began to fussily straighten it, fluffing the pillow and putting it back into place. She didn’t see Tyler’s suddenly held breath or hear the sigh of relief as she folded the bedspread back over top of it.

Tyler’s room always smelled a bit funky these days. She knew his father had had a recent talk to him about hygiene at her insistence, but she wasn’t sure how much good it had done. “It smells in here, Tyler. Can’t you open up a window? It’s so dark. You’re going to need glasses if you keep this up.” She meant spending time in a dark room, but Tyler’s mind immediately went to something he’d heard about going blind if you played with your pecker too much. Did she know?

To distract himself, Tyler went to the load of clothes and began to rifle through them. “Where’s my pj shorts?” he asked finally.

Sharon shrugged. “If they were in your basket, then they’ll be in the next load.”

“But what am I gonna wear?” the boy complained. It was Friday night and Tyler got to stay up later than usual and watch TV assuming his homework was done and he’d showered. Both criteria met, he was looking forward to watching some shows he had saved on the DVR.

“Wear what you’re wearing,” Sharon said wearily. She’d had a long day at work and her kid whining about a pair of threadbare shorts that were getting too small on him anyway wasn’t making things any better. She just wanted to get a glass of wine and her book and relax for a bit.

“But they’re underwear,” Tyler said, as if that explained everything.

Sharon gave a put-upon sigh. “Tyler, they cover up just as much as those ratty shorts. I’m done with laundry for the day, so do you want to watch TV or do a load of laundry?”

“TV,” Tyler answered sullenly, seeing her foul mood and knowing the only correct answer.

Somewhere near midnight, Sharon sighed and closed her book with a soft thump. She hadn’t meant to stay up reading so long, but the romance novel was downright steamy and the action had kept her hooked. Now, feeling horny and frustrated and more than a bit tipsy after four glasses of wine, she flicked off the light which overlooked the chair upon which she was curled up and prepared to head up to her bed.

Sharon knew her husband Stan wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours yet. He played poker with his friends on Fridays. Or so he said. She had her suspicions. She’d met his friends and they weren’t worth the kind of time he supposedly spent with them.  Not to mention that she couldn’t remember the last time he’d bothered to crawl on top of her to do his ‘husbandly duty’.

Clicking off the TV, she heard a noise and glanced over to see Tyler stretched out on the couch. She’d completely forgotten he was there. The boy was deeply asleep. She was about to call out and tell him to get his ass up to bed when something made her stop. Taking a step closer, her eyes still adjusting to the darkness as the only light was that which was spilling in from the foyer, she confirmed what she thought she’d seen before. Tyler seemed to have a hard-on.

At first she was amused. Then a wave of embarrassment almost made her turn away. Finally, curiosity and a hint of something else, probably the wine and residual horniness from her book, made her step closer and look down at her sleeping son.

Tyler was on his back, his left side to the back of the couch. His right hand was under his head, which was turned to face the back of the sofa, and his left was lying on his chest. His underarm was exposed, and she could see with no surprise that it was completely hairless. Sharon wasn’t surprised because she still considered Tyler to be a little boy, despite the recent changes she realized must have been happening, like the hygiene issue.

Still, pausing to take a more objective look at her son, she could see subtle changes which were obviously precursors to his impending maturation. He was a bit broader in the chest, and the muscles there and in his stomach were more defined. His thighs, still slim, seemed more muscled, and she was surprised to see some light blond fuzz down at the lower part of his calves. Also, most glaringly, was the bulge in Tyler’s briefs.

The lump there wasn’t big by any means. He was still twelve after all, but it was bigger than she’d have imagined it would be, and obviously quite hard. In fact, she could almost swear that she could see it throbbing through the cloth. As she had the thought she felt a stirring between her legs which nearly shocked her into moving. She remembered when her husband used to get hard like that. She wondered if Tyler would grow to be as big as his dad.

As she watched, Tyler moaned in his sleep and gave a little push of his hips, making his stiff penis push even more insistently against his restraining briefs. She was suddenly struck by the extreme sensuality of the boy. She noticed that his tiny nipples were nubby pinpricks on his chest, that his left hand was vaguely drifting across his body, as if in search of something to stroke.  Did Tyler masturbate? she wondered.  She tried to imagine such a thing, and was shocked when an involuntary shudder rippled through her.

Tyler had always been a beautiful boy; something in which she took some measure of pride. She’d had him when she was only nineteen, and she could almost pass for his older sister. Or so she told herself. They both shared her slim, willowy grace. He had her blond hair, which he wore short and draped artfully over his brow, and her wide, expressive blue eyes, the high cheekbones, cupid’s bow lips and delicate features. She was only five foot four, and she wondered how tall Tyler might grow. Stan was six feet and dark, nothing like her boy.

Sharon was able to admit in that moment that she’d simply been going through the motions of life for some time now. Her son and husband had basically become people she cleaned up after due to some lingering sense of duty. Perhaps that was how she was able now to see the young boy in front of her not so much as her son, but as a separate, sexual being, full of needs and desires of his own.

Not even realizing she was doing it, Sharon found herself pulling an ottoman around so that she could sit down at Tyler’s side. Eyes now fully adjusted to the dim light, she found herself staring at that slim tube of flesh pressing up against the thin cotton briefs. Every few second it would twitch, and she wondered what thoughts were going through his head. Without any conscious intention to do so, Sharon reached out.

It wasn’t until she felt the heat of her son’s penis against her fingers that she realized what she’d done. She almost pulled her hand back then, but the throbbing she felt against her fingers was answered by a throbbing deep in her center. Instead she pressed, sliding her index, middle, and ring fingers up along the thin shaft while her thumb and pinky rode the sides.  She couldn’t believe she was doing this; touching her son’s penis.  What kind of mother did this?  However, it engendered in her a sort of hunger and possessiveness she found hard to deny.

Tyler’s cock wasn’t very big. From where she imagined the base to be, to the tip of what she knew to be a circumcised head, he wasn’t even five inches long. Longer than four she felt, but certainly not five, and perhaps a bit thicker than his father’s thumb. Stan was eight inches. She didn’t care. There was a spark of excitement in her pussy she hadn’t felt for a long time while touching Stan’s dick. As she gripped the little acorn shaped glans, she slid her finger up over the tip, and was surprised to feel a hint of moisture.

Pulling back her hand, Sharon could see a dark spot on Tyler’s briefs where she’d just pressed. She pressed there again, then gently circled the tip of his penis with her finger. Tyler moaned and squirmed, making her heart beat as she released him.

After a moment, Tyler subsided, a vaguely needy expression on his face. His left hand clenched on his chest and his right slid from behind his head, nearly hitting her as it moved down to lie on his hip. Finally she reached out and with her long nails teased the boy’s little ball sac. She grinned as she felt them writhe against her fingers and Tyler moaned again. Carefully taking a handful of cloth, she squeezed it inward around the boy’s cock, allowing her to lift his penis upright and nearly get her fist completely around it.

Now she could really feel it throbbing, and the dark spot at the tip grew. Sharon realized her left hand had drifted to her braless tits and she pinched her left nipple through the t-shirt she was wearing. She saw that she was causing Tyler’s boxer-briefs to ride up his legs, and down his abdomen. She was very curious to see his crotch. To see if he had any hair down there yet. She’d have never imagined before tonight that he did, but now she was thinking otherwise. However, she was very worried about getting caught in such a compromising position, and there would be no explaining the condition of his briefs if he woke as they were now.

Getting hold her herself, she released her son’s cock. She carefully pulled the little legs of his briefs back into place, so they weren’t bunched up against his balls. The waistband was still riding very low, showing a lot of pale skin. In fact, the tip of Tyler’s young dick was nearly free. Deciding to risk a quick glance, she hooked a finger on either side of his erection at the elastic band and lifted up and back, exposing about half of his length. The sight of that stiff young cock, so paradoxically innocent and wicked, sent a shock through her. She gently stroked a single finger along his silky length, feeling the sweaty moistness and heat of his groin, and shivered as she smoothed the cloth back into place, her hand gently cupping the wildly throbbing bulge there.

Sharon’s heart was beating so hard she was sure Tyler would somehow hear it and wake. Amazingly, without even touching herself, she could feel the incipient signs of an orgasm building between her legs. She continued to rub at the hot bulge under her hand, her fingers every few seconds stopping their up and down motion to rub gentle circles around that bundle of nerves just under the head of the boy’s cock.

Sharon’s mouth was dry, and her heart was in her throat. She wasn’t thinking about what she was doing. She was just acting. She squeezed her thighs tightly together and felt herself start to go. Not the most intense of orgasms, but amazing for being hands-free. Under her fingers, she felt Tyler’s cock give a sudden lurch and the boy gasped. She hurriedly put her hand on his chest, feeling the dampness of his skin and the beating of his heart.

Tyler’s eyes shot open. He’d been dreaming. He wasn’t sure about what. Someone had been touching him. Down there. He thought it might have been Hannah Carter, a girl in his class with beautiful blonde hair and small, but perfect breasts. She’d been rubbing his…

But it wasn’t Hannah he saw in front of him, but his mom, and between his legs… he could still feel it. That feeling he got when he did what he’d so recently learned to do to himself from his fourteen-year-old cousin Ryan when the boy had stayed overnight with them at Thanksgiving. He could feel the last dying lurches of his dick, the hot liquid spreading over his groin.

“Honey,” Sharon, asked, “are you OK?” She looked down quickly and could see a spreading wetness in Tyler’s briefs. “I was going to wake you. I thought you were having a nightmare.”

Tyler was pretty sure this was the nightmare. He could feel the wetness seeping into his crotch and he realized what must have happened. All that talk in school about wet dreams and emissions. It had never happened to him before, but he guessed it finally had. And in front of his mom!  He turned crimson and began to reach down between his legs.

Sharon looked down, as if just noticing her son’s predicament. She reached out and took his hands. “It’s OK, honey,” she said gently. Tyler struggled for a moment, but she finally got caught his eyes, for a moment at least, and repeated, “It’s OK. It’s perfectly normal, Tyler. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Mom,” Tyler begged, but it was barely a whisper.

“Wait right here, honey,” she said. As soon as she stood, Tyler began to sit up. “I mean it, Ty,” she said, using a nickname she realized she hadn’t used in some time, “lie down and wait right there.”

Tyler subsided. The one thing you didn’t do was disobey your parents. Still, he couldn’t help but cover himself, feeling the sticky mess against his fingers and soaking into his crotch. Tyler didn’t squirt much. He’d only been producing more than a droplet or two for a few weeks. It was never more than a thin, watery spurt followed by a couple of droplets now, but it sure felt like a lot as it squirmed around his dick and balls.

Sharon was back in just over a minute, which seemed like a lifetime to both of them. She sat back on the ottoman and gently pulled Tyler’s hands away from his crotch. She had a warm washcloth in her hand. “C’mon, kiddo,” she said, using yet another forgotten nickname. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Tyler’s eyes widened with alarm. “Mom! I can clean it!”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, as if he’d just claimed he could fly an airplane, or pay the rent. Laying the washcloth across her leg, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Tyler’s briefs and said, “Up.”

The way she’d said it, so sure he’d obey, caused Tyler to lift his backside up off the sofa before he’d even really had a chance to considered not doing it. He felt his underwear quickly being slid down his thighs, the coolness as the air hitting his exposed genitals, and then they were slipped off his feet. She gently slapped away his last effort to cover himself and, mortified, he squeezed his eyes closed and turned his face away, his fists clenched tightly to his sides.

Sharon just stared for a moment. Now that she’d gone this far, she found herself a bit disappointed and confused. She still felt the lingering warmth of her orgasm glowing between her legs, but seeing Tyler spread out naked before her wasn’t inspiring the type of excitement she’d anticipated. With the additional light from the bathroom added to that from the foyer, Sharon could see much better.

“You don’t have to be so embarrassed, honey,” she assured him, mostly to be nice.

Tyler did indeed have some pubic hair, she could see. Not much, just a sparse dappling of silky hairs at the base of his little penis, which was now curled up to less than an inch long, just a pale pink nubbin, shiny with moisture. She wiped at it with the washcloth, feeling it move underneath her fingers like a little worm. She worked the washcloth over his little balls, each about the size of a large grape, the sac lightly wrinkled and apparently completely hairless.

“We’ll get you cleaned right up,” she said with forced cheerfulness as she spread her son’s legs a bit and slid the washcloth down into the juncture of each thigh, cleaning up the wet stickiness which coated the sides of his small balls and had soaked down into the creases.

Tyler wanted to die. He could feel his mom washing his nuts and he could hardly believe this was even happening to him. He was twelve. He was practically a man and she was washing his naked crotch like he was a baby that had just wet himself.

Feeling embarrassed and a bit ashamed over what she was subjecting him to, especially after being the cause of it all in the first place, she said, “Tyler, look, you’ve got some hair growing down here. I had no idea you were so grown up.”

Oh my god, Tyler thought. She can see my hairs. He didn’t think he could get any more embarrassed, but on the other hand a part of him was a tiny bit proud that she was seeing them. He’d actually been imaging different ways over the last few weeks that he could get her to notice that he had some hair down there. The problem was that he didn’t want her to see his dick, which he was pretty sure was small. It was certainly smaller than his cousin’s.

Sharon almost stopped when Tyler didn’t respond, but reasoned that she might as well do a thorough job now that she’d started it. So she pinched a bit of her son’s remaining foreskin between her left thumb and forefinger and lifted his soft little penis. She stretched it out so that she could wipe it well with the washcloth.

“You know, it really does happen to almost all boys,” she assured him. Then, as she squeezed his little pink cockhead to make sure she’d gotten the last of his boyish jizz, she felt it. A stirring.

Sharon knew she should release him then. If she let go right then, she could play this whole thing off and it would soon be just a slightly embarrassing encounter between mother and son, to be laughed about in the future. She didn’t let go, though.

Tyler’s heart sped in alarm. Not now, he begged silently. Between his legs he felt the all too familiar sensation of his dick growing. Right in his mother’s hand! He concentrated with everything he had to try to make it stop, trying to imagine the grossest stuff he could think of, but to his horror it just kept getting stiffer and stiffer.

In a deeper, more throaty voice, Sharon heard herself saying, “That’s normal, too, Tyler,” as her son’s cock continued to grow in her hand. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

But there was something to be ashamed of, because instead of releasing it, she was staring as her twelve-year-old’s cock grew in her palm. “You really are growing up, honey,” she said softly.

Now she released it, only to watch it hover there over his mostly hairless groin, throbbing, fully erect. She saw that she’d slightly overestimated its size, probably due to the briefs adding a bit of bulk. He was probably just under four inches, but that didn’t detract in any way from how excited the sight of it made her feel. Sharon had always considered herself a woman who liked big cocks, and she wasn’t sure if it was just something about Tyler’s cock in particular, but the sight of his thin, throbbing young dick was quickly warming her again, and she could feel that her nipples were almost painfully stiff.

“Do you have any hairs here?” she asked, gently lifting his little sac into her cupped palm. She rolled the small testicles around with her thumb. “Not yet? Well, they’ll come soon enough,” she said softly.

She released him again, and they sat in silence for about twenty seconds. Tyler wondered if this nightmare was finally over. To his shame, his cock was as hard as it had ever been and fully exposed to his mom. He knew she must be looking at it, but he was afraid to check. Sharon finally sighed and said, “Well, now I feel bad.”

Confused, Tyler turned and cracked one eye. “Why?” he croaked.

“Well, just look at you, darling,” she said, indicating his throbbing erection.

Tyler rose to his elbows and couldn’t help but glance down at himself. He felt a strange mixture of the pleasure the sight of his boners always gave him as well as shame that his mother was seeing it. His mom explained, “I can’t help but feel responsible. If I hadn’t been touching you…”

“It’s OK, mom,” Tyler was quick to assure her. Even though he knew it was because his mom had been touching him down there, he couldn’t let her think that was the reason. She’d think he was some kind of perverted freak. Was he some kind of perverted freak? “It’s not your fault. It happens all the time.”

“All the time?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Tyler blushed. “Well, a lot,” he allowed.

“And when it does,” she said, “you…?” and she made a shy jacking motion.

Tyler blushed again and once again tried to reach down to cover himself.

Purposefully misunderstanding his movement, Sharon reached out and grabbed his right hand in her left. “It’s not fair to make you do it, honey,” she said. Then she reached out with her right and wrapped her fingers gently around his throbbing erection. Tyler shuddered. “If I caused it, then I should have to fix it.”

Fix it!?! What did that mean, fix it? Tyler’s mind raced.

So saying, she began to gently jack her son’s cock. This was so much more intense than jacking him through his underwear. His young cock was all heat and hardness, smooth and silky. She couldn’t get over how hard it was. Stan’s cock had never been this hard. And right after coming only minutes before.

“Mom?” Tyler asked, terribly confused. He knew there was something wrong here. Your mother wasn’t supposed to touch your dick, was she? Well, not like this anyway. Still, he couldn’t believe how amazing it felt. So much better than when he did it himself. Her hands were so soft, and they moved in ways his hands didn’t know how to move.

“Does it feel good, honey?” Sharon asked, twisting her hand on his little erection, making the little blond boy squirm. She could see his stomach muscles bunching and his thighs tightening.

Tyler could do nothing but nod, still propped on his elbows, his eyes locked on her moving hand.

“Just lie back, Tyler,” Sharon said, and with her left hand she forced him onto his back. Her hand began to rove then, exploring his small, slim body, from his hairless armpits, across his slim chest and flat stomach to his silky-haired groin. Meanwhile her right hand kept up an intoxicating rhythm on his preteen cock, teasing him, always backing off before he could climax, her years of marriage having made her an expert in the art of masturbation.  She then took his stiff penis in her left hand, and with her right, she coaxed his legs apart.  As he spread them for her, she used her right to teasingly caress his silky inner thighs, from behind his knees, then down to his crotch where she teased his wrinkled little scrotum with her long nails, causing Tyler to squirm and twitch.  He was letting go little mewling sounds of pleasure which rippled right through her.

Sharon looked at the little pink head of her son’s cock winking in her fist, tiny droplets of precum oozing, and she longed to take it into her mouth, but she somehow felt that would be going a step too far. Using only her thumb and forefinger to form a loose circle around his slim shaft, stroking him with agonizing slowness, watching as it practically thrummed, her palm growing damp with his leaking precum, she ran her long nails from his little balls, so tight now in their little sac, down until she could circle his tiny pink rosebud.

Sharon teased her son’s asshole, able to tell from his reaction that it was a completely new sensation for him.  Finally, she slid her fingers a bit upward and began to press and rub about an inch below his young balls, feeling for that tiny firm spot she knew would be his growing prostate.  She knew she had the right spot when the boy began to shudder beneath her.  Then she leaned in close to whisper hotly in his ear, “Are you ready to come, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” Tyler, his high-pitched voice full of need.

Tyler moaned in frustration when his mom’s hand left his throbbing dick, and then gasped a moment later as he felt the now-cool washcloth spread out over his crotch. His mother grabbed him again then, and not in the teasing manner of before, but in a much more aggressive way.  She did some kind of twisty thing to his dick, some rubby move with her thumb, and suddenly he felt it, that feeling, only more powerful than he’d ever felt it before, and suddenly his slim hips were up off the couch and he could feel a powerfully pulsing… thing deep inside him, right where his mom was pressing and rubbing, begin to thrum while he gushed what felt like gallons of sperms into the waiting washcloth.

“That’s it, baby,” Sharon cooed as she felt Tyler’s cock lurch in her hand.

She watched eagerly as her son’s cock exploded, one watery spurt of boyish cum about seven inches long, overshooting the washcloth, stinging her wrist, and then another about four inches long, and then two or three big droplets which soaked immediately into the cloth. She gently closed up the damp cloth, washed the last bit off his stomach, and then squeezed his little cockhead for any lingering boyjizz. Tyler shuddered and sighed, coming back down to lie on the couch.

“That’s my beautiful boy,” she purred. Then she kissed him lightly on the forehead. “Can you get yourself up to bed?”

Tyler nodded absently, and feeling satisfied with herself, Sharon headed up the stairs to her room.  She was somehow keeping it together, in spite of her desire to simply whip off her panties and go back and sink her pussy onto the boy’s throbbing little erection.  She stared with confusion at a sensation on her left wrist, and then without a thought brought it to her mouth and licked at the wetness there.  Her knees buckled a bit then, as the sweet taste of her son’s watery jizz filled her mouth, but a hand on the railing saved her and she rushed awkwardly to her room.  

She began to shuck her clothes immediately after she closed the door behind her. Naked, she headed to the bathroom drawer where she kept her main toy, a seven inch vibrator, two inches smaller than her old favorite which she’d gotten rid of as it seemed to make Stan nervous. With her hand on the drawer, she changed her mind and went to her bedside table. There she searched around a moment until she came up with an LED flashlight she kept for power outages.

The flashlight wasn’t something she’d ever thought to attempt to masturbate with before. With shaking hands, she removed the little clip holding the cloth handle to the end, but that left her with a four inch tube, just about the width of her husband’s thumb. She barely managed to collapse onto her bed before she was slipping the tip inside, shuddering with the shock of the cold metal, and in spite of that she couldn’t help but imagine Tyler crouched over her, his slim young cock sliding into her gripping pussy. As her cunt seemed to pull the flashlight inward, warming the cold metal, she found herself whispering, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck momma’s pussy!”

Outside the door, hard little cock in hand, little ears were listening.

End of part 1

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Let’s Get Physical I

Let’s Get Physical – Part one
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Rachael Ward, R.N. stood in the entrance to the waiting room with a chart and called out, “Richard Benton?” When she saw the boy and his mother rise and start toward her, she thought, and we have a winner.

The boy was gorgeous. A quick glance at the chart showed that he was twelve. He had shoulder length auburn hair, coppery in the glow of the fluorescent lights. His mother’s hair was more reddish, and she was a very attractive woman. The boy was slender, with almost perfect features, a cute little nose, red, sensual lips, carved cheekbones, and even cute little dimples. His brows were sleek and expressive and his lashes would be the envy of any woman, framing bright blue eyes. He had a long neck, and what she could see of his body under a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts looked slim and athletic. She smiled as they approached.

“Do you like Richard or Rich?” she asked, putting a hand on the boy’s slim shoulder as he arrived in front of her. She’d guessed he wouldn’t be called Dick.

“Richie,” he replied with a smile. His teeth were perfect, and she wondered how much that had cost. His voice was still high and sweet, but with a sexy little rasp which was an indicator that things would soon be changing.

“Okay, Richie,” she grinned. She leaned down, almost confidingly and turned and pointed down the hallway, “Do you see the third door down on the right side?” At his nod, she continued, “Well, go on down to that room and I’ll be right behind you, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, and she watched only a moment, just to get a quick glance at his ass as he walked past her.

Then she turned back to mom with a confident smile. “Mrs. Benton?”

“It’s Ms.,” the woman corrected, but not harshly.

Rachael nodded in acknowledgment and said, in a tone of voice carefully cultivated for just this purpose, “It’s been our experience that once boys get to be Richie’s age, they really prefer to be alone for the examination.” She glanced at the chart, although she already knew what it said. “He’s in for a routine physical, so while there’s nothing traumatic, there are going to be a few moments which might be embarrassing for a boy in front of his mother.” She saw the woman, who’d been about to protest, pause uncertainly, and she knew she’d won. “Of course, during those moments there are always a nurse and a doctor present, so there’s no chance of… impropriety.”

The woman shook her head as if the thought had never entered her head. It probably hadn’t. “No, of course not,” she said. Then, after a moment of reflection she glanced at her phone and asked, “How long do you think he’ll be?”

“Oh, I’d say no longer than thirty to forty minutes,” Rachael assured her. She knew that in the day of tablets and smart phones, a person could easily lose themselves for that amount of time and even longer. That’s one of the reasons they’d been among the first pediatric offices in town to offer free WiFi.

It had taken about two years working together before Rachael and the pediatrician, Donna Belloso, realized that they had a common interest in young boys. It was another six months after that of careful, probing questions and comments before they were able to admit it to each other. Now, six years later, they had a great working relationship and a careful, yet satisfying routine of how to handle the cutest of the boys who came through the office.

“Well, if you’re sure,” Ms. Benton finally said.

Rachael smiled reassuringly and laid a gentle hand on the woman’s arm, which she knew was sealing the deal so to speak. “He’s in great hands.”

With that, the woman returned to her seat in the waiting room, already pulling an iPad out of her bag and Rachael set her sights on Exam Room 3. She found Richie standing in front of one of the anatomical models, the one with the intact right breast. The breast could be removed to reveal the organs underneath, but Rachael liked to leave it on to judge the reactions of the boys who saw it. It very rarely failed to draw their attention and young Richie was no exception, turning with a slight blush as she entered.

As the door began to close behind her, Richie tilted his head, expecting to see his mother right behind her. She explained, “I’ve asked your mom to stay out in the waiting room for the exam.” She could see a hint of trepidation in the boy’s eyes and she rushed on in a confidential voice, “Most boys don’t want their moms to see them undressed.”

“Oh,” he said, understanding. Then she saw the full understanding hit him, as he realized he was going to be undressed in front of the doctor and possibly her as well. He’d probably already been aware of that, but if so, the reminder made him nervous.

Rachael had learned that the best way through this awkward phase was to just get through it; to not give the patient too much time to think. So, going to a closet, she pulled out a medium sized gown. She and Dr. Belloso only ordered child-sized gowns, which would hit most kids about mid-thigh. The office mostly specialized in children in the roughly 9 to about 14 year old range. As a twelve-year-old, Richie should really be wearing a large, but Rachael liked to give smaller gowns to the cute ones.

“So, Richie,” she smiled, “I’m going to leave you for a minute to go tell the doctor that you’re here. What I need you to do while I’m gone is undress,” she never said ‘take off your clothes’. ‘Undress’ seemed to be somehow less threatening she’d found. “You can put your clothes right on that chair there,” she said, pointing. “Then you put this gown on. It goes on with the opening in the back, which is weird I know, but that’s how it works.” She demonstrated briefly. “Then there’s a little snap on the back of the neck to hold it closed. Do you have any questions?”

Richie seemed embarrassed, but he managed to ask, “Do I have to take off my underwear, too?”

Rachael gave the boy an understanding smile and replied, “Yeah, but don’t you worry. The doctor and I have seen about a bazillion boys come through here and we barely even look anymore, okay? You’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” he agreed with some reluctance.

Rachael left the boy then, humming under her breath. Richie was a cute one. Probably one of the best looking boys they’d seen come through in months. She couldn’t wait to see what he was hiding under those baggy shorts.

The nurse gave a perfunctory knock on the doctor’s office door before opening it and stepping inside. She let it close behind her. Dr. Donna Belloso turned with a smile and a twinkle in her eye. She knew Rachael wouldn’t have bothered to close the door if she didn’t have something interesting to impart. “What have you got for us?” she asked.

“A real cutie,” she said, handing over the chart. “Gorgeous auburn hair, blue eyes, perfect little body. From what I could see of it in any case.”

Donna always got a charge out of being able to discuss these things so openly with her nurse. For years she’d hidden her attraction to young boys, keeping it buried deep so that no one would suspect. Finding Rachael had been a blessing. After about a year of working together she had begun to suspect that the nurse, seven years her junior, was also attracted to boys. It was the occasional appreciative glance, the way her eyes would twinkle when a boy was displayed naked on the exam table. She’d been careful though, and it was nearly three years of working together before the two women were able to open up to each other and admit their dark, shared secret.

Since then, the women had grown close. Much closer than either would have expected. Both were attractive women. Donna was petite, with dark, Mediterranean features and small, perky breasts, still pretty firm at forty-one. Her hair was long and sleek and black. She kept it pulled back with barrettes, feeling that a ponytail gave off too unprofessional a vibe for a doctor. At five seven, Rachael was a bit taller, more athletic, with larger breasts. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and kept herself fit with nightly visits to a gym. Although both women were married, their secret lust for boys had forged a bond between them that had spilled over into physical affection, so that they often satisfied each other after encounters with particularly cute boys.

“He’s changing?” Donna confirmed, knowing Rachael’s usual routine. The nurse would gather vitals and some basic information before Donna would visit for a more in-depth examination.

Rachael nodded and said, “I better get back to him. He’s a skittish one and I don’t want to leave him alone too long.”

“Oh, parent is staying behind?” Donna asked. This was always good news. She knew that Rachael had become an expert in separating parent from child, in spite of the fact that a parent or guardian really should have been present for the exam. The presence of a parent really did often make the boys, especially boys just going through puberty, uncomfortable. It also put a serious damper on exactly how much Donna and Rachael could get away with during the exam of their young patients.

“Yup,” Rachael grinned. “See you in a bit,” and with that she was out the door.

Rachael knocked lightly on the door to give the boy a moment to situate himself. After a minute or two of waiting boys often got restless and wandered around the room. She’d walked into the exam room on more than one occasion in the past to get a shot of pale ass through the gown, and while thrilling, the resulting embarrassment before the young patient could get used to being around her in his near-naked state wasn’t worth it. So she always knocked as a warning.

As she expected, she opened the door to find Richie perched on the end of the exam table. Paper crinkled underneath him as he shifted nervously. She carefully closed the door behind her, knowing it wouldn’t be opened by anyone except Donna. Exam 3 was at the end of a corridor so there was no chance of anyone passing by and seeing or hearing anything.

“Hi, Richie,” she smiled. “You all set?” She glanced to the chair to see a neatly folded stack of clothing. On top of the pile was a pair of carefully folded orange briefs with a blue waistband. She wished she’d been able to see him in them.

“Yeah,” he said, and she could see his nervousness.

“Relax,” she said reassuringly. She wheeled the vitals cart over to the exam table. “Have you had a physical before?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said.

“Well, then you know there’s nothing to worry about today. You’ve had your labs, so no needles, nothing bad. Just a bit of poking and prodding. I’ll even promise not to bite,” she said with a grin. She got a hesitant grin in return. “That’s better,” she said.

She wanted the boy’s feet stable for the blood pressure, and as his legs were much too short to reach the ground, the table came equipped with a pull-out plate. This was good because it also gave her an excuse to look up between his legs as she bent over to pull it out. However, like many boys, he’d tucked his gown down tight around his thighs. She knew how to fix that though.

“Excuse me, honey,” she said, kneeling down at the end of the table, “I just need to reach this.” So saying, she reached between his calves, so that he had no choice but to spread his legs a bit. She took a look out of the corner of her eye but still couldn’t see anything. She had hold of the plate and she wiggled it back and forth.

“It always sticks,” she smiled apologetically. “Can you scooch back a bit, hon?”

That did it. Between the boy moving back and having to spread his legs wider she was able to get a quick glance up under his gown, but then she wasn’t sure she could trust what she’d just seen. She pulled out the plate and instructed him to put his feet on it, but her mind was caught on that brief flash. Surely not, she thought.

She kept up a light banter as she put the blood pressure cuff around his thin arm and stuck the electronic thermometer under his tongue. After a few moments, she input the data into the triage console. “Healthy as a horse,” she grinned, removing the cuff. Horse is right, she thought.

She knew she was about to break with protocol, but she couldn’t help herself. She had to know. So when she said, “Let’s get your height and weight. Just let me slide this back in first,” she placed a hand on the boy’s naked thigh as she slid the plate back into place. It was warm and smooth and hairless.

At the scale, the boy stepped right up, knowing what was expected. Behind him, Rachael got a look at a perfect, pert little bubble butt before he turned to face her, obviously not wanting to expose himself to her. Then she startled him by reaching out and sliding her hands behind his long, graceful neck.

She undid the snap there and explained, avoiding his eyes, “We just need to take this off for a moment to get an accurate weight.”

As she began to pull the gown forward off his slim shoulders the boy’s hands immediately dropped to his crotch. “It’s okay, honey,” she said with a soft smile, continuing to pull it downward, exposing nickle-sized brown nipples. “Just a minute and we’ll put it right back on you.” Richie never questioned the necessity to remove such a lightweight garment.

She continued to pull the gown downward until Richie’s stomach and arms were exposed. With a final, “It’s okay,” and a little tug, the boy relaxed his hands long enough for her to pull off the gown, leaving the twelve-year-old completely exposed to her before he was able to get his hands back into place. In that moment Rachael saw easily the biggest cock she’d ever seen on such a young boy. She hadn’t seen a single pubic hair, but the boy’s cock had to have been at least six inches long and it was completely soft. It had also been thick; perhaps an inch-and-a-half across. Even now, with both small hands, Richie couldn’t contain all of that big cock and his large balls.

Flustered and trying not to show it, Rachael put on a show of nonchalance as she weighed and measured the boy. “Four foot eight, and seventy four pounds,” she announced. Then she grabbed the gown from where she’d draped it over a chair and held it open for him, forcing the boy to spread his arms, giving her another long look at that surprising cock, as Richie was studiously avoiding her eyes.

“Better?” she asked, getting a nod in return. Then she grinned and ruffled his auburn hair. “I don’t know why you’re so embarrassed, honey. Trust me, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“You mean it?” he asked softly.

Rachael looked at the boy, surprised. She could see he was genuinely curious and worried. “Honey, why would you think otherwise?”

The boy blushed, but managed to say, “My dad is really big… you know… down there.”

Rachael processed that for a moment and leaned closer to say, “Sweetie, you’re only twelve. It can only get bigger, and you remember those bazillion boys I talked about earlier?” He nodded hesitantly. “Well,” she continued, “not a one of them was as big as you are already. Even the older boys. Heck, honey, even most men.”

The cute little boy eyed her suspiciously. “You’re just saying that,” he said.

“Cross my heart,” she said, doing just that. Then, daringly, “And I’ll bet that sometimes,” and she lowered her voice conspiratorially, “that it gets even bigger than that, doesn’t it?”

With not quite as much embarrassment as he’d shown before, he confided, “All the time, it seems like.” Then, hesitant again, “That’s okay, right?”

“That’s perfectly normal,” she assured him. Then, daring again, knowing she was crossing a line, she said, “If you’d like, we could take a quick look. Just to make sure everything is okay?”

The boy bit his lower lip, which sent a tingle through Rachael’s loins, and gave a hesitant nod. Rachael led him back over to the exam table and had him hop up, the paper crinkling guiltily in her ears.

Rachael and Donna had worked on their examination techniques over the years, and they had basically worked out a system which allowed them to indulge their sexual attraction to young boys as much as they felt was safely possible. The results varied from boy to boy, but at the very least they’d get to see the boy displayed naked on the table. Donna got to touch their balls of course, and examine their penis. Rachael often got to get into the act, examining the pubic region in a show of communicating signs of puberty to the doctor who might be involved with a testicular exam or even a rectal probe if they felt the patient was particularly compliant.

Through cautious manipulation, the women would more often than not be able to elicit an erection from the boy, who of course would be assured that the response was perfectly normal and not to be concerned. They were aided in their ability to keep their activities secret from the parents by the boys themselves, none of whom wanted their parents to know that they’d gotten hard during the examination. On a few occasions over the years, they’d even managed to have a boy ejaculate. Those were the moments that both women lived for, but it was never something that was done overtly, but rather usually caused by both doctor and nurse working in concert, with Donna doing a light prostate probe while Rachael held the boy’s erect penis ‘out of the way’ while subtly squeezing and rubbing it. The boys were always left with the impression that the orgasm was somehow their own doing and to date they’d had no hint of impropriety.

So Rachael knew she was stepping over a line. She didn’t even know why. She didn’t care for large cocks. Her husband was seven inches, and even that was much larger than she liked. In college she’d had a boyfriend who was about four and a half, and she’d thought he was just about perfect. She often thought that was why she liked boys. Or perhaps she just liked boys and that’s why she preferred smaller cocks. She wasn’t sure. So it made no sense to her that she was so fascinated by this little boy’s monster dick, but she couldn’t deny that it was so.

“Do you want to take this off, or…” Rachael asked, taking the hem of the gown in her hand.

Biting that swollen lower lip of his again, Richie gathered the bottom of the gown and lifted it up to expose his stomach and groin. Rachael briefly admired the smooth muscles of the boy’s stomach, but most of her attention was on the thick snake resting in the crease formed by the boy’s smooth thighs.

At first she just stared. She’d been right. At least six inches long, and it was completely flaccid. She wasn’t sure if the boy was uncircumcised, or if the job just wasn’t very good. The thickly flared glans was half-covered by foreskin. By the crooked aspect, she assumed that it just wasn’t a very good circumcision.

She noticed that the boy was also looking down at himself. She reached forward and ran a finger gently across his groin, above the base of his cock, feeling for hair, although she could see there was none there. He tensed against her finger.

“I don’t have any hair yet,” he said in a soft voice.

“You will soon enough,” she promised. Then, she carefully slid her hand underneath his thick penis and turned it until it was resting in her palm. It was weighty, and smooth and warm. This close, she could see the traceries of blue veins under the surface. She lifted it so that she could examine the thick, spongy cockhead, then used her left thumb and forefinger to gently slide back the remainder of his foreskin.

“I always clean under there real good,” he assured her. She could hear the tenseness in his voice, and his attempt at distracting himself with the cleaning comment.

“That’s a good habit,” she said, squeezing the head lightly. It was lightly moist underneath, and a bit darker than the part which had been exposed. As she held it in her hand, she used her left to gently part the boy’s silky smooth thighs so that she could cup his balls. She swallowed as she felt his cock stir in her hand.

Richie’s balls were as over-sized as his young cock. Each testicle was about the size of a golf ball, and although the scrotum was hairless, it was as big or bigger than her husband’s. She held them gently in her palm and was now sure that his cock was swelling in her fist.

Richie squirmed uncomfortably. “It’s happening,” he said, unnecessarily.

“It’s perfectly normal,” she assured him out of habit, and she caught his nod of nervous agreement as she watched his cock swell. Still holding it palm up, she allowed her gripping hand to slide up and down his length. Rachael was estimating that it was at about seven inches, although thicker than her husband’s cock, and it looked to still be growing.

“Is it -” Richie began to ask, but that’s when the door opened.

Rachael released the boy’s erection while Richie blushed bright red and pushed his gown downward. Rachael turned, her body blocking the boy to preserve, at least for the moment, his dignity. Donna had that little scrunch she got between her eyebrows when she was a bit confused, but she was smiling.

“You must be Richie,” she said. “I’m Dr. Belloso. I see Nurse Rachael is taking care of you.”

“I…” but the boy was unable continue.

Rachael wasn’t sure the best way to go forward. She knew she’d crossed a line, but she wasn’t going to go over it without Donna, who would never forgive her for the missed opportunity. Of course, it was just as likely she wouldn’t forgive her for stepping over the line in the first place. However, she’d already gone this far. Now it was simply a matter of making the other woman aware of the situation with the least amount of embarrassment to Richie.

Rachael turned and patted the boy reassuringly on the thigh. She could see the head of the boy’s cock pressing against the cloth of the gown in front of his stomach, but she wasn’t sure Donna would be able to see it.

“Doctor, I’m glad you’re here,” she said, rising. She gave Donna a wide-eyed tilt of the head to show her that she had something going on and begging her through facial shorthand to just go with it. “Richie and I were just discussing a concern he has.” She turned back to the boy and asked, “Richie, is it okay if we tell the doctor? She’s the expert about this sort of thing and I think she can really help with all your questions. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise. Okay?”

It took a few moments, but she finally got a small nod in response. Relieved, she went to the exam table and raised up the back. “Just lean back, sweetie,” she instructed.

Richie hesitated, then scooted backward and leaned back, bringing his feet up and bending his knees. He was now sitting at a forty-five degree angle, which mostly hid the tent in his gown, although this left his thighs exposed under the gown, and the rest of him if anyone had been at the foot of the exam table.

Donna watched all this with a sense of growing anticipation. Surely something unusual was happening, and she was pleased to see that Rachael had been right. The boy was beautiful, although clearly nervous about something. As she watched, Rachael got the boy situated, then walked to the far side of the exam table, where she leaned down to whisper something in his ear. She watched him lower his hands to his sides, and that’s when she noticed the bulge under the boy’s gown. If the boy hadn’t been there, she’d have imagined that somehow Rachael had been pranking her, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

Putting on her best professional yet friendly look, Donna asked, “So what seems to be the issue?”

Rachael leaned over again and said softly, “Honey, I’m going to go ahead and take this off, okay?”

Richie nodded uncertainly, and she patted his chest reassuringly. Then she caught Donna’s eye and gave her a knowing smile. She unsnapped the button behind the boy’s neck, and for the second time she gently began to pull it downward, slowly exposing Richie’s young body.

Donna found herself growing more and more excited as the child was exposed. He was exquisite, with a delicately framed body, all pale skin, nearly flawless, with perfect little nipples, now pebbly little nubs topping a lightly muscled chest. Then Rachael pulled the gown down and away and both women were shocked. Donna because she was seeing the boy’s cock for the first time, and Rachael because it had apparently continued to grow since Donna had entered. It was now fully eight inches long, at least two wide, and visibly throbbing. Given the size of the boy’s slight body, the cock looked even more massive on him. The complete lack of pubic hair just completed the illusion, making it look like some sort of movie prop, because surely something like this couldn’t be real.

Rachael spoke, “Richie is worried that he’s too small,” she explained. “It seems that his dad is pretty big down there. We were just doing an exam to make sure everything is fine and in working condition, isn’t that right, Richie?”

Richie nodded and cast a worried glance at the doctor. “Is it?” he asked.

“Well,” Donna said, handling herself admirably, “I’ll have to do an examination, of course.”

So saying, she stepped up to the side of the exam table. She noticed that Rachael’s eyes were shining with excitement, excitement she knew she was sharing. Much like Rachael, she preferred small penises, and was lucky that her husband’s was just under five inches, but there was certainly something novel and exciting about such a huge member on such a little boy. The fact that he was so adorably bashful and displaying his naked body so openly only added to the excitement.

As she stood over the boy, feeling a bit awed, Donna said, “I hope Nurse Rachael has assured you that you’re plenty big enough?”

“That’s what she said,” he said skeptically.

Hearing the skepticism in his voice, Donna pulled a penlight from her pocket. It was about four inches long. “Richie, most of the twelve-year-old boys who come in here, when their penises are erect like yours is now, are about this long,” she said, holding up the light for him to see, “and not very much thicker.”

“You’re making that up,” he said, eyeing her suspiciously.

“I assure you I’m not,” she told him earnestly, trying to meet his eyes, as hard as it was to pull her gaze from his massive member.

Richie’s eyes went back and forth between the penlight and his own throbbing cock several times. “Really?”

“Really,” Donna said.

The boy’s face scrunched up, “Then does that mean there’s something wrong with me?”

“Well, there doesn’t seem to be anything wrong,” Donna said. She’d certainly never seen a boy with such a large penis, but that didn’t mean there was anything wrong with him. “Does your penis get stiff like this a lot?” she asked, reaching out to take it in her hand. She was amazed that she couldn’t even get her fingers around it.

“All the time,” the boy assured her, squirming a bit as he eyed the doctor’s hand wrapped around his cock.

“Richie, do you know what masturbation is?” Donna asked.

The boy blushed, but nodded. “It’s when you play with your… thing. My dad told me about it.”

“And do you do that?” the petite brunette asked.

“My mom says not to,” he equivocated.

“But you do sometimes anyway,” Donna guessed.

“I can’t help it,” the boy said in a shamed voice.

“Well, as a doctor I can assure you that it’s a perfectly normal and healthy thing for a boy your age to do.”

“Really?” the boy asked, perking up. Donna felt his cock lurch in her hand.

“You do it as often as you like,” Donna told him. “Just don’t overdo it. If you start to get sore you might want to take it easy. Richie, when you do that, do you get a special feeling?”

“Yeah, it’s like the best thing ever, that’s why I can’t help it sometimes,” he said. “Plus, sometimes it just gets so hard that it drives me crazy and it’s the only thing that makes it get soft again.”

“So when you get that special feeling, does anything come out?”

“No,” he said. “Sometimes a couple of drops of pee though. Is that bad?”

“Hmm, I doubt that’s pee,” she said. Experimentally, she gave the large cock a couple of pumps, watching the flaring pisshole. “I think that’s probably semen. You wouldn’t necessarily have much at your age.”

Richie swallowed and squirmed again, his eyes going again and again to the fist wrapped around his cock. “It’s not that,” he told her. “That stuff is white. My drops are clear. They are kinda sticky though.”

“Later on, as you begin to produce more, it will grow cloudy and white,” Donna said. “For awhile though it will be clear.” Unable to stop herself, she allowed her fist to slide loosely up along the length of the boy’s shaft, then back down.

Richie’s slim hips involuntarily twitched. “Doctor, that’s…” he began.

Donna stroked him again, once, twice, from base to head, giving a little twist at the stop. Richie gave an involuntarily gasp and shuddered. “Are you okay, Richie?”

“It’s… s-sorry, b-but I might get that f-feeling. If you keep d-doin’ that,” he stuttered.

Thinking quickly, Donna said, “Well, Richie, I think we should determine whether the drops you spoke of are urine or semen. You’d like to know that, wouldn’t you?” In order to elicit the response she wanted, she stroked his quivering length again.

“I… I guess so,” he managed, his eyes a bit wide at the thought.

“Nurse Rachael, could you lower the exam table, so Richie is more comfortable?”

Donna lightly stroked the boy’s eight-inch member while the blonde woman did so. “Then could you get us a sample collection stick?”

Quick on the uptake, Rachael hurriedly grabbed a wide wooden tongue depressor and returned to the exam table, not wanting to miss any of the action. Donna said, “Perhaps you could help by manipulating his testes?” she suggested with a grin the boy couldn’t see.

Rachael gratefully moved in and gently cupped Richie’s hanging scrotum, lovingly rolling the big balls in her hand while Donna began to work harder on the little boy’s huge cock.

With her hand working steadily on the twelve-year-old’s big dick, Donna asked, “Richie, do you ever use a lubricant when doing this? It’s especially important for a boy with such a large penis, I’d think.”

“What’s a lubriant?” he asked, the mispronunciation making Donna squirm a bit herself. Such a huge cock on such a beautiful little boy, his youth illustrated all the more by mispronouncing the word.

“A lubricant,” she said, stressing the C, “is a substance which makes sliding your hand up and down on your penis much easier, like lotion or baby oil.”

“Oh,” Richie said, his voice strained. “I never tried that.”

Donna knew what she was about to do and was shocked at her brazenness. She knew this could bring an end to everything, but felt helpless to control herself. “Hmm, I don’t have anything right here, or I’d show you.” Then she pretended to think and with an apologetic look at Rachael, who she knew she was endangering as well, she said, “Oh, I know. Saliva can be used as a lubricant. Would that be okay?”

“You mean spit?” the boy asked.

“Let me show you,” Donna said, and with that, she wrapped her lips around the head of the boy’s cock.

Donna had never done anything like this before, had never crossed this line. As long as she’d dreamed of it, she’d never done it. Further, she certainly never would have imagined she’d be doing it like this. She thought of all the perfect four inch tween cocks she’d seen, how she’d longed to have them in her mouth, and she finally crosses the line for this monster? The only thing she could imagine as the taste of the young boy’s cock filled her mouth was that the size of his cock somehow made it seem more acceptable, so that she could enjoy all the myriad things that attracted her to young boys, their youth, their innocence, the way they looked and sounded and even smelled; that she could still have all that and it was somehow made not as taboo because the cock in her mouth was clearly one that belonged on an adult, for all that it was as bald as any she’d seen.

“D-doctor?” Richie gasped, startled. “Uh!”

Rachael stared in amazement. Now lines were really being crossed. She watched as her employer and friend struggled to work her mouth on the giant cock between her lips. She knew from their many discussions that Donna had never sexually touched a cock more than six inches, and that her husband was smaller than that, something that Rachael had always envied. She loved her husband, but her sex life was all about fantasy, and it was made more difficult that the cock she was always dealing with was so much bigger than a boy’s would be. A normal boy at any rate.

Rachael could feel young Richie’s big balls tense in her palm. She saw that the boy’s head was back against the exam table, his eyes squeezed shut, his little hands clenched into fists at his sides. Donna was bobbing her head on the little boy’s big cock, taking no more than about three inches of it into her mouth, her lips stretched wide. Lifting her hand, she gripped the big cock by the base, and leaned in until her face was against Donna’s. The doctor’s eyes fluttered, startled to see her friend so close, and then she regained a bit of clarity and offered the big dick to her friend, who promptly swallowed it.

Used to bigger cocks, Rachael was able to take more of the twelve-year-old’s dick into her mouth, but even she could only take so much and her lips felt stretched uncomfortably wide as she took about five inches, trying to force the thick, spongy head into her throat. Then she groaned as she felt her scrub bottoms being pushed down around her ankles. She realized that Donna was behind her, and then there was a hand between her legs from behind, pushing her panties to the side and she felt two fingers slide into her dripping cunt. She moaned around Richie’s cock and shuddered.

Donna leaned her head against the taller woman’s back, feeling the way her hot pussy was squeezing her fingers. She reached around to slide a hand into the top of the nurse’s scrubs top and she gripped her right breast. Peeking up over Rachael’s shoulder, she met Richie’s wide-eyed stare.

Realizing that she’d already acted irrevocably, Donna saw no reason to hold back now. Holding the young boy’s eyes, she stepped back and slid her monogrammed coat back off her shoulders. She quickly unbuttoned her silk blouse and let it flutter to the floor as well. Reaching behind her, she watched the preteen’s eyes grow even larger as she unhooked and slipped out of her bra, allowing her small breasts free. A quick zipper and she let her skirt drop to the ground, then she stepped out of it and quickly skinned down her lacy boyshorts, revealing a shaved pussy, which luckily turned on both her husband and Rachael.

The first Rachael realized what was happening was when Donna stepped back up to the exam table in her line of sight. She froze in shock, the boy’s throbbing prick momentarily forgotten in her mouth as she took in the bizarre sight of Donna nude in front of this young boy. She pulled back, startled and softly said, “Donna?”

“In for a penny,” Donna replied, and with that, carefully climbed onto the exam table. Before she could change her mind, she straddled the little boy’s smooth thighs. She reached out and took his monster cock in both her hands. Meeting his bright blue eyes she asked, “Do you know what’s going to happen, Richie?”

The boy nodded mutely, eyes wide, the lurching of his cock in her fists all the answer she’d get. “You realize you can’t tell anyone, ever, right?” An eager nod was his only response.

With that, Donna scooted up until she was hovering right above that giant pole of flesh. She was intimidated, she had to admit. It was so odd looking down at such a small boy and holding that huge organ in her fists. She had to lift herself up in order to fit that fat cockhead against her pussylips. She moved it back and forth, making sure it was thoroughly wet with her juices before pressing it against her entrance.

Then she was pressing downward. She watched as Richie’s mouth slowly opened as he let loose a strained, mewling cry. His eyes were locked at their joining, watching as his cock slowly entered her. Donna could feel herself being spread wider and wider as she stretched to accommodate the thickness of the boy’s cockhead. Her pussy had never been stretched so wide before, but just as she felt it was on the verge of becoming painful, she felt herself clamp down around the last of his glans. She hovered there for a moment, mentally preparing herself, and then she began to sink downward.

About halfway down the length of the boy’s cock, Donna had to reach out to support herself, the pleasure of it making her feel faint. With her left hand she reached between her legs, spreading her first two fingers wide around Richie’s cock and pressing them to her straining pussylips, feeling the slick shaft of the boy slowly sliding into her. With her thumb, she began to lightly flick her clitoris, making her shudder with sensation. She’d never experienced such fullness, and she wasn’t sure she liked it, but the awed innocence of the face beneath her was more than enough to keep her excited.

Not one to be left out, Rachael kept her eyes on the hot action in front of her while quickly stripping out of her clothes. She saw Richie’s eyes widen even further as he watched her clothes being discarded. When she was completely naked, she leaned over the boy’s face, offering a stiff nipple, and said, “Suck on my nipple, Richie.”

The boy didn’t have to be told twice, eagerly latching onto her proffered breast, his lips noisily sucking much like a baby would. He was actually sucking too hard, but Rachael didn’t care. She began to caress his thin chest, roaming her hands over his body, from his hairless armpits to his equally hairless groin.

Donna was panting by the time she felt the boy’s bald base pressing against her own bald pussy. She reveled in the sensation of slick skin on skin, and she pressed herself downward, feeling his hugely throbbing cock pulsing inside her. Years and years of fantasy, and here she was, crouched over a beautiful naked boy, his young cock inside her. The fact that it was such a grossly over-sized cock hardly mattered.

Donna leaned back then, till she was upright, feeling all that giant cock inside her shifting, stretching her, throbbing inside her. She cupped her small breasts, her fingers pinching her little nipples, shuddering as she watched Richie’s eyes burning with newfound lust. Then she began to ride the boy. She began slowly at first, imagining the sight of Richie’s thick, young cock glistening with her juices as it was exposed, then, at the height of him, with just that fat knob remaining, she dropped back down, forcing a gasp from them both.

She felt the boy coming then. Richie shuddered, a high-pitched little gasping moan rattling through his thin chest. Inside her, Donna felt his cock jerk hard, once, twice, three times. The boy’s eyes seemed to roll up into his head and Donna lifted again, but the boy gasped and held her in place with a hand on either hip, shuddering with sensation.

Donna wanted to continue, worried the boy would lose his erection, but she needn’t have. After about twenty seconds, Richie said, “I… you know.”

“Was it wonderful, honey?” Rachael asked, understanding.

“It was better than humping my pillow,” Richie said with a shy grin.

“Hear that?” Donna asked, raising herself slowly. “I’m better than a pillow.” And with that she practically slammed herself downward on Richie’s thick cock, making the boy gasp.

Then, wanting her own moment, Donna began to fuck the boy in earnest. The squelching sound of their joining was loud in the room. Rachael came around to caress the boy’s balls while she squeezed and pinched Donna’s breasts.

“Is he good inside you?” Rachael asked softly, her mouth near Donna’s ear.

“So good,” Donna gasped.

“His big boycock is filling you so full,” Rachael said hotly. “Filling your hot pussy with all that beautiful, hairless, boy dick.”

“Boy dick,” Donna gasped. She was pumping her hips now, her knees and legs keeping up a fast and steady rhythm, Richie’s huge dick spearing into her again and again as the boy began to find his own way, lifting his bubble butt up off the table with each rapid pump to push himself up into her. The pair were panting madly, sweat running down their bodies.

“Coming,” Donna finally gasped. She shuddered. “Can you squirt inside me, Richie?” she panted. “Can you squirt your big cock into my pussy? Uhhhh, give it to me, baby, give me your hot, sweet boycum!”

Whether the boy could or not, the nasty words were apparently enough to upset the zone into which he’d been thrust and he too began to shudder and race toward an unexpected orgasm. His thrusting grew erratic, and just as Donna felt herself clamping down around him as a wave of pleasure engulfed her, she felt his huge cock once again jerking powerfully within.

Donna collapsed forward, the little boy’s giant cock still flexing inside her, her own cunt spasming around his thickness. She lay her head on the boy’s shoulder, smelling the sweetness of his shampoo, his boyish sweat, feeling the beating of his heart against her own. Between Richie’s legs, Rachael gently caressed the boy’s balls, envious of Donna and staring at the spot where the giant cock disappeared into her friend’s hairless pussy.

Rachael’s own pussy was dripping, and she was slowly teasing herself with two fingers as she watched the couple slowly recover. Eventually, Donna slid herself up until the boy’s eight-inch cock slid from her pussy to smack against his stomach, still mostly hard. Donna slid awkwardly from the table, assisted by Rachael, who immediately began to lick and nibble at the boy’s giant prick.

After a minute, realizing that Richie’s young cock was fully erect again, Rachael met the boy’s eyes and he asked, “Are we gonna to do it now?”

Rachael grinned at the brightness in the boy’s eyes. “You want to put this big thing in my pussy?” she asked, lifting his huge cock upright and meeting his eyes. Richie nodded eagerly.

“Then scoot,” Rachael instructed. She swatted playfully at him until he’d slid off the side of the exam table, then took his place, spreading her legs wide while lying on her back. “Climb up here,” she said.

Richie walked around to the end of the table, and then just stopped and stared, his eyes locked between her legs, staring at what was obviously his first real vagina. “Hmmm, you like that?” Rachael asked, rubbing a hand seductively between her legs. She spread the lips of her pussy, exposing all that wet pinkness within. Richie nodded.

Donna stepped up behind the boy, pressing herself to his back, looking over his shoulder between Rachael’s legs. “You ever seen a real pussy, Richie?” she asked, reaching around to teasingly stroke the boy’s erection, which was sticking nearly straight out, completely erect but obviously too heavy to rise any higher.

The boy shuddered against her and shook his head. “J-just on the internet,” he said.

“Come here, baby,” Donna urged. “Give me your hand.”

The boy gave her his hand and she took hold of his finger and gently stroked it over the slick, pink flesh of Rachael’s pussy. “See this little button?” she asked, swirling the boy’s finger around it, causing Rachael to squirm. “That’s called a clit. See how good it makes her feel when you touch it?” Richie nodded. Donna moved the boy’s finger down and helped him insert it into the sucking heat of the nurse’s cunt. Richie gasped as he felt the velvety wetness inside.

“Do you wanna lick me down there, Richie?” Rachael asked wickedly. The boy gave a look of such alarm and fear that she had to laugh. “Okay, I suppose you can learn all about that when you’re older. For now, how about you shove that big boycock of yours into my pussy?”

“Let me help,” Donna said in the boy’s ear. First, she reached down and pulled out the stand from the exam table. Richie was much too short to have reached her otherwise. After helping him to step up, she carefully joined him, praying that the thing would hold. As it was, it was a precarious perch.

With her hand gripping the base of the big cock, Donna slapped it against Rachael’s cunt and grinned when the sexy nurse moaned. “You like that?” Donna teased, slapping her with the thick slab of meat again and again, then rubbing it back and forth over the protruding little pink nubbin.

Rachael writhed on the exam table, her hands clutching her large breasts, nipples stiff, being teased by her thumbs. “Put it in me, baby,” she moaned. “Mmmm, give me that big cock.”

Donna was molded against Richie’s slim back, her small breasts pressed against him, her left hand caressing his chest, her right holding his cock. At Rachael’s request, she carefully placed the head of the boy’s cock right between the swollen outer lips of the nurse’s pussy. With a slight push of her hips against Richie’s, she was able to help slide the boy’s cock forward. Boy, nurse and doctor sighed as the thick, spongy cockhead began to disappear into the woman’s cunt.

Rachael hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs back and apart, wanting to feel the full length of Richie’s giant preteen cock filling her. Her thighs began to tremble as she felt herself being stretched wide by the thickness of his dick. Donna’s eyes shone as she watched the massive head of the boy’s cock stretching her friend’s pussy wider and wider, and then with an almost audible pop, the head was in and, unable to stand the anticipation, Donna thrust her hips forward, causing Richie to spear more than half of his eight-inch erection into the nurse, making her give a strangled cry.

Feeling almost as if she were fucking the woman herself, Donna pressed forward again, albeit more slowly, staring fascinated as the hairless base of the boy’s groin grew closer and closer to the shiny, stretched ring of Rachael’s swollen pussy. Finally, it was fully seated and Donna met her friend’s shining eyes.

“It’s glorious, isn’t it?” Donna asked.

Rachael tried to speak, but didn’t seem able to get a word out. She swallowed and tried again, saying, “So fucking good.” Then, to the boy, “Does your cock feel good in my pussy, Richie?”

The boy nodded enthusiastically. “It’s so hot and wet.”

Looking between boy and doctor, Rachael said, “Then fuck me, baby.”

Donna took that as her own invitation, and so, still pressed tight against the boy’s slight body, she brought both hands to his skinny hips and began to help him thrust. First she drew him back until only that swollen cockhead remained, and then she pressed him forward, giving him a taste of how a man fucked a woman. She began to increase the pace, allowing the boy to find his own rhythm, until she was able to release his hips. Then she just caressed the front of his body, and cupped his big, swinging balls while the boy fucked on his own, the wet sounds of his thrusting cock and the muffled gasps and heavy breathing the only sounds in the room.

Rachael, head back, had her mouth firmly closed, trying to muffle her cries of pleasure, worried about being heard by someone in the rest of the office. The boy was really slamming her now. His stamina was incredible. He was bent over her, hands on the table, skinny hips flying as his giant cock pounded her again and again, each meaty slap rocking her body while his cock slammed against her cervix with a curious mixture of pleasure and pain.

Worried about her friend’s inability to keep quiet, and seeing that Richie had a good idea of what he was doing, Donna hopped off the protruding plate and quickly made her way to the other end of the exam table. With a bit of careful maneuvering, she was able to get up onto the table and squat over Rachael’s face, offering her hairless pussy to the younger woman. She shuddered as she felt the nurse begin to eat her cunt, and then she sexily caressed her small breasts as she gave Richie a seductive smile and ground her crotch against Rachael’s mouth.

Rachael’s first orgasm caught her totally by surprise, which sometimes happened to her. She was licking and sucking at Donna’s pussy while Richie continued to fuck her. The boy was too inexperienced to fuck with any technique, just a robotic thrusting, but it was enough and without warning she felt her cunt rippling around his invading prick, spasming as he continued to repeatedly pound her. She gave out an involuntary little scream, which was luckily dampened by having Donna’s cunt smashed against her mouth.

It didn’t end there, however. Richie continued to thrust into her, unflagging, almost senseless, his eyes squeezed shut and his skinny hips working mindlessly. Unable to move, Rachael felt the second orgasm rip through, followed by a third, and then a fourth. She truly was screaming now, and she was aware of Donna trying to quiet her, but the doctor was only able to do so much without moving her pussy away from the nurse’s mouth, which was the only thing keeping her as quiet as she was. Besides, Donna was feeling her own orgasm coming over her, and she was reluctant to move.

Then Richie faltered. It was only a small break in his rhythm, a stutter, but like a broken flywheel, it began to throw everything else out of alignment. He tried valiantly to regain his former rhythm, but his own orgasm was quick approaching and it was overwhelming his ability to coordinate. Desperate, he began to hump faster, more erratically, finally wrapping his arms around Rachael’s legs so that he could get as deeply into her as possible. The constant slap of flesh on flesh grew frenetic, and then the boy stiffened, his whole body going rigid as he grunted and shook.

Rachael felt the boy’s giant preteen cock jerking inside her. She’d lost count of the number of orgasms, lost even now in the grip of one as her pussy clamped down around the pulsing monster inside her. Then Richie collapsed, his body falling forward, his head in the valley between her breasts as he lay his sweaty body against hers, breathing heavily.

Donna gave a shudder as the last spasms of her own orgasm rippled through her, then she got down off the table on shaky legs. She came to stand by the side of the exam table and she caught Rachael’s eyes. Doctor and nurse shared a look then, full of all that they’d done, and the pleasure it had brought them, and the knowledge of the possible consequences of the act.

That last seemed to sober them a little. Rachael looked at her watch, saw that it was nearly an hour since she’d met Richie in the exam room. A bit panicked now, she rubbed her hands over the boy’s back and his silky hair. “Was that nice, Richie? Do you think you can get down onto the floor now?”

Visibly rousing himself, the boy lifted up, he and Rachael each shivering as the air in the room touched the skin where they’d been pressed together. Then he grinned and said, “This was the best doctor’s visit ever.”

They all chuckled at that, then Richie carefully stepped back and down to the floor, his long penis sliding wetly from Rachael’s dripping cunt to hang, not quite fully flaccid, but much more so than before. It still looked massive on him, like it was some pervert’s attempt at a Photoshopped dream boy.

The women visibly shook themselves from staring, knowing they had to be all business now. With little talk, they all cleaned up, Rachael and Donna each helping the boy as they used wet wipes to clean off the sweat from his small body. Each thought it best to allow him to clean his own cock, not wanting to encourage anything more. Then they each quickly cleaned themselves while Richie dressed.

Then it was time for a brief, but intense conversation with the twelve-year-old about the importance of secrecy and discretion. “I mean it,” Rachael said sincerely. “You can’t even tell your best friend. Word would get around and we’d all get into trouble.”

“I swear I won’t say anything,” Richie assured them. Then, “As long as…” and the women went stock still, frightened, then Richie continued, hesitantly, “… I can come back for another checkup?”

Rachael and Donna grinned, and Donna said, “Do you hear that, Nurse Rachael? I think we need to schedule young Richie for a follow-up appointment. For… health reasons.”

“For health reasons,” Rachael smiled.

Then the nurse, with a friendly hand on the boy’s shoulder, led him back down the hall to his mother saying, “Let’s get you a lollipop. You’ve been such a good boy.”

The End

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