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My Boy, Callum. (Part 1)

First part of my story about James & Callum. Some of you may find it quite slow at the beginning, but I wanted some decent character development. Any future installments will have more action , I promise! Enjoy and leave some feedback!

Adventures with Hannah: Chapter 4

Our glorious weekend with Hannah’s sixteen year old cousin Abby was now over, but my sexual adventures with the lovely Hannah were not. The memorial day camping trip-turned threesome orgy romp had lit a burning passion of sexual desire that Hannah and I were eager to explore.
Though our lives went on and our sex lives grew to perfection, Hannah and I still missed Abby. We spoke about the wild weekend often and fantasized about reuniting with Abby in the future. But for the time being that weekend was only a memory, Abby was hours away, and as the summer progressed Hannah and I spent most of our time focused on each other.
Hannah was my five foot tall, voluptuously built, shy girl turned sexual dynamo. Our first time together Hannah had expressed to me a burning desire to fulfill all my fantasies and since then we’d been actively pursuing that goal. Turned out I had a lot of fantasies.
This particular day is simply a glimpse at how much of the summer went for us. It was a hot June day and Hannah and I decided to take a trip to a nearby beach. We packed a picnic including a few bottles of beer (illegal in a municipal park, I know) and dressed for the weather. I wore brightly colored swim trunks, tan sandals, and wrap around shades. The sun was beating on my bare chest and back as I packed our few supplies into my truck. Hannah was waiting in the passenger seat and, as if there was any other option, Hannah looked striking. She had on a black two piece suit that drove me crazy. The top was tied behind her neck and held her large breasts up high. They looked heavy and mouth watering as she sat there, knowing full well she was the object of my intense desire. The bathing suit bottom was traditional but also had a small skirt that flowed around her and that I found adorable.
“Ready to go?” I asked as I hopped into the driver’s seat.
“Yes sir,” she said, winking at me before she dropped her sunglasses down over her eyes. I chuckled and we were off.
The state park was passable, as parks go. There was a small beach that was just a little too rocky to be real nice, but there was room to swim and fool around. Away from the beach there were picnic areas, sports fields, and playgrounds. As it would be expected on such a glorious day the park was busy.
Hannah and I decided to swim and enjoy the beach first before our picnic. The beach was busy and swimming was kind of difficult with so many kids splashing around and generally being in the way. Still, we had some fun, but shortly decided to camp out on the beach and take in some sun instead of mingling with the mob in the water.
Sitting there on the beach, Hannah suggested we play a certain game she was fond of. Basically it consisted of us people watching, pointing out a stranger to our partner who we found attractive and why, and then briefly describe some lurid sex we fantasized having with said stranger. It’s weird, I know, but Hannah gets a kick out of it and thinks that exploring these kind of thoughts only brings us closer.
“Okay, you first,” I said to her. She giggled and began scanning the beach goers and swimmers.
“There,” she pointed, “with the blond hair.” I saw who she indicated and was puzzled.
“The guy playing volleyball? He doesn’t look like your type.”
“Because he doesn’t look like you?” she laughed.
“No, he just looks like some frat boy douche bag. I’m sorry, please continue.” I had made a bit of a misstep in the game, we weren’t supposed to criticize each other’s selections, we were just supposed to listen.
“Well, he’s got a sculpted body, very nice. He seems confident, sure of himself. Frat boys aren’t my type, you’re right, but in this hypothetical case I would like to be fucked by a cocky frat guy like him once. I would love to play the slutty co-ed, maybe fuck him before I even get his name. He looks like he has a nice cock.”
I interrupted again, “now, how can you tell that?”
“A girl can tell, even with your clothes on, how big your cock is.” I didn’t believe that, but Hannah just grinned. “Anyways, I think I’d want that boy to pound me from behind, really use me you know, maybe get some other frat brothers in on it too
” Hannah started laughing. I couldn’t tell how serious she was.
“Okay, okay,” I decided it was my turn. I surveyed the crowd. There must have been a hundred high school aged girls there, reminding me of sweet Abby, but I decided to go in a different direction. I finally settled on a twenty-something aged black girl who was just running down to join her friends in the water. Her fat ass bounced as she ran and with each step her suit bottom snuck further up into her ass crack.
“Her. Yeah, definitely. I’ve never been with a black girl before.”
“So?” Hannah snorted.
“So, I don’t know, it might be different. Plus look at that ass, I would fuck the shit out of that ass.”
“What if she didn’t do anal?” Hannah asked.
“It’s my fantasy, remember, and in it she does anal. If you have an ass like that you should have to do anal, it should be fucking law or something.” Hannah laughed and slapped me playfully, knowing full well I was thinking about her fantastic ass.
After another hour or so we decided we’d had enough sun and it was time for a picnic. Like the beach, the picnic areas were packed with people. Hannah and I never loved crowds, so she suggested we have our picnic in the bed of my truck. We spread a blanket out in the bed so we could sit and began pulling out the food. The parking lot was pretty full and there were empty cars on all sides. I didn’t expect, in such an open area, that Hannah would start to get nasty.
As some sandwiches and snacks sat out in front of us, Hannah unexpectedly began kissing my neck and sliding her hands around my body. My cock, whether I wanted it to or not, responded by pushing straight up and tenting my shorts. Hannah saw it and smiled, she knew she had what she wanted.
“Just sit back and enjoy,” she said. I was certain I would. Hannah opened my shorts and my cock stood free, basking in intense sunlight. Hidden by the side walls of the truck bed I knew no one could see my exposed erection, but we weren’t so hidden that we could actually have sex.
“You know what, close your eyes, and don’t open until I say so,” Hannah ordered. I complied. Hannah and I had discovered a fetish, one I was happy to indulge, that centered around my cum and how Hannah loved it on her favorite foods. I kind of figured that’s where this might be going today, and I was right, but not exactly how I expected.
My cock stood proudly and I sealed my eyes tight. The familiar touch of Hannah’s palm on my cock caused me to sigh and lean back. Hannah stroked me very slowly, worshipping my towering cock, and whispered bits of joy and wonder as she worked me to a massive erection. Her hand moved faster and throttled me, pumping my cock in the hot air. I expected the smothering warmth of Hannah’s hungry mouth next, she did love to suck my cock, but it never came. I felt Hannah slow but what I felt next was something new a radically different.
A moment after Hannah’s hand released something new grabbed hold. Something cold and slippery wrapped completely around my cock, and the new unexpected sensation made me jump and gasp. Hannah giggled and this new sensation began to move. It stroked up and down along my cock, wrapping over my head and brushing against my balls. As it moved it felt slick, almost gooey, and I felt a familiar pressure of Hannah’s gripping hand holding it tight against my cock. My mind began to put together a picture of what was happening, and imagining it spurred the cum up from my balls.
“Yeah baby, cum for me,” Hannah urged as my hips rocked. “Give me that delicious load.”
The first wave flew up with a shot. The cold mystery item still pumped around my cock and I began to pump thick columns of cum into it. I felt wild sensations as my cock felt the heat of my cum and the cold of the ‘item’ at the same time. A stream of fresh cum poured up out of me, much to Hannah’s delight.
When my final twitches subsided, Hannah calmly asked me to open my eyes. When I did I saw exactly what I expected, but it was still a total shock. In front of Hannah was a dismantled sandwich missing any lunch meat. Hannah held her hand out and admired it’s contents; a handful of cold honey baked ham, smothered and overflowing with sticky cum. Hannah smiled and gently placed the cummy cold cuts back on the bread. She pushed the sandwich back together and licked her lips as thick globs of cum soaked into the bread and dripped out the sides.
I watched happily as Hannah devoured her cum/ham sandwich. This was far from the first time I watched Hannah eat a cummy meal, but every time I was completely hypnotized by it. There was something about a beautiful girl positively savoring my cum that blew my mind.
The meal continued and we washed our lunch down with a few bottles of beer. As we did, Hannah winking and giggling like she did every time she ate a cum soaked meal. Hannah seemed content to let the party end at that, but I began to construct an image in my mind and was determined to see it come to fruition.
“Hannah,” I started, “that was quite the surprise.” She smiled. “What if I had a bit of a crazy surprise for you?”
“You’re not rubbing ham in my pussy,” she said.
“Ha, no, no I won’t. Just, lie down and slide that bottom off.” Hannah smiled and did as I said, sliding her bathing suit off and lying on her back. I marveled for a moment at that sight of her healthy pussy, with neatly trimmed ebony hairs surrounding, sitting softly between her creamy legs. Glistening in the afternoon sun, Hannah was a resplendent goddess before me.
“Now close your eyes,” I commanded. Hannah smiled and closed her eyes. I parted her legs gently and moved in. I could smell her warm pussy, making my mouth water, and I savored her delectable flavor as my tongue and lips melted into her. She moaned and writhed as I slowly squirmed my tongue around within her. Her pussy was wet and warm and she gently bucked it against my face. I licked and munched on her, giving her a long pussy eating, and built her to orgasm. Hannah always relaxed greatly after cumming, and I needed her to be relaxed. Her body quaked as her juices began to flow. Sharp cries escaped her as she shook and quivered out a warm orgasm.
As Hannah relaxed, I continued. She moaned as I gently licked her folds. I brought my finger to her and slid it down to her supple asshole. Hannah’s juices had soaked down and her ass was slick and wet like I liked. She moaned as I massaged the outside of her hole gently. I saw her smile as I eased my finger tip in and probed her anus. I had a surprise for her.
Hannah knew I enjoyed her asshole very much and she let me explore her limits. I removed my finger slowly, continuing my soft licking of her pussy and clit, and reached for my empty beer bottle. Hannah saw none of this. I brought the bottle up and nestled the opening against Hannah’s opening. I rolled the mouth of the bottle along the outside of her ass and I felt her squirm, not sure of what exactly was going on. I applied pressure and the mouth of the bottle popped inside, sending Hannah to a scream as her asshole opened around the ribbed mouth. The bottleneck was not nearly as wide as my cock, so it wouldn’t be the most Hannah had ever fit in her ass, but it was ribbed, had areas of varying width, and was the hard smooth texture of glass.
Hannah was a bevy of moans and gasps as I eased the bottleneck into her asshole. I watched with amazement as her beautiful hole stretched and swallowed it, shaping and reshaping to match each bump and variation in the bottleneck. When the neck was completely inserted I stopped, letting Hannah get comfortable with this new intrusion, before gently pumping. I pulled in and out, slowly and thoroughly, letting the bottleneck fuck Hannah’s ass. She squirmed as new pleasures excited her, and watching this display was exciting me.
I wanted to give Hannah another orgasm, wild and rife with new pleasures. Hannah had so far been truly willing to do any crazy thing I wanted, making me cum more times than I can count, and I wanted her to experience something amazing.
My cock had sprung awake and was ready for a second go. I told Hannah to roll over onto her side, something she did with great moans as each inch of movement brought new stimulation from the beer bottle, and to lift her top leg. She did, allowing me to slide up next to her, slightly lower than her, and take aim at her pussy. I inched my cock in, gently, and wiggled the bottleneck as I did. Hannah clasped her hands over her mouth in order to hold in screams as I made slow circular motions with the bottle. I gasped as I moved in and felt the bottle, through the thin membranes of flesh between rectum and vagina, rubbing and stimulating the shaft of my cock.
Hannah had no chance. I planted my cock deep within her and she exploded with orgasm. She quaked and rocked and both holes tried to clench but were stuffed, only making her scream louder and cum harder. The sensations of Hannah’s furiously cumming pussy, along with the probing of a beer bottle’s bottleneck, send me over the edge as well. My cock began spurting relentlessly, dumping my second load this hour, into Hannah’s throbbing cunt. Hannah and I came together, flooding her pussy and slopping all over the blanket beneath us, in the bed of my truck at the park. We were so lost in pleasure there could have been a crowd standing around watching us but, luckily, we were alone.
When we finally untangled and began to clean up, Hannah yelping and shivering as the bottle popped out, Hannah took the bottle and put it in her purse.
“We’re keeping this,” she said.
I smiled, thrilled that she enjoyed it. “We can get other beer bottles,” I said.
“Yeah, but I like this one!” she winked at me.

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Secret Room 3

He rang the doorbell, and Misty answered it. She smiled and invited him in. He came inside, but as he was closing the door, he saw a black limousine pull up in front of his house. He went to the window and looked out, seeing three big men get out. Two of them escorted Cindy up the stairs to the door.
“What is it?” asked Misty, peering out right next to him. “Hey, there’s someone at your house!”
“I know. That’s what I’m looking at.” he told her. “I don’t recognize them. I don’t know anyone who rides around in limousines.”
They watched as a big, fat man got out of the back when the third gorilla opened it for him, then they went up to the door and rang the bell. He rang it several more times, but there was no answer, so the biggest guy smashed it open. All five of them went in.
“I’m going to use your phone, okay?” he said. “On second thought, I’d like you to call the police and report what you just saw, okay?”
Misty nodded, then went to the phone and dialed the station number from the emergency list next to the phone. She told them what she had seen, four big men and a woman breaking into her neighbor’s house, and they told her that they would send someone right over.
She hung up the phone and looked at Mike, smiling.
“Guess what? Mom gave us permission to go all the way, as soon as she gets home from work. She said she wants to be there when we do it, but I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
“Well, the police are going to come here after they check out my house, because this is where the call originated from.” he told her. “We should wait at least until they leave.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” she said. “But I want you as soon as they’re gone. “I’m still horny from sucking it this morning!”
Five minutes later, two cruisers showed up in front of his house. Four cops got out and went up onto the porch. They saw the busted front door and all four got their guns out, taking cover on either side of the door. Two of them went down the steps and disappeared into the back yard, and the other two went into the house a moment later.
Misty snuggled up to him, and he put an arm around her waist. She moved it up to her breast, and he could tell the she wasn’t wearing a bra under her T-shirt.
“Oh, God, I love the feel of your tits.” he said, giving it a little squeeze. “So firm, and they’re just the right size, too.”
“And I love the way it feels when you touch them.” she said, grinding her ass into his crotch.
“Oh, Misty, don’t do that! The cops will be here any minute, and I don’t want to talk to them with a hard on!” Misty giggled, but then she caught her breath as they heard shots being exchanged in his house.
“Oh, shit!” he said, letting her go. He went over to the phone and hit the redial button, then handed the phone to Misty again.
“Hello? My name is Misty Walker, and I live at 2024 Walnut Lane. I just called a few minutes ago and reported a break-in, and now I’m hearing gunfire from there.” She paused a minute. “Yes, sir, four policemen went in, and nobody has come out yet. There were a lot of gunshots, about twenty or so, I think. Maybe you better send some more men over.” She paused again, listening.
“Yes, sir, they’re at 1101 Walnut, about a block from here. There’s two police cars out front, and a limo.” She listened again. “The license plate of the limo is 2943 A M. Ohio, sir. Yes, I’m sure, I can see it clearly from here. It’s a big Cadillac limousine, with black windows. Five people got out of it, four big men, and a woman. They all went into my neighbor’s house, and nobody has come out yet.”
She waited a moment, then turned her head and looked at Mike.
“I’m on hold.” she said. “They’re trying to contact the other officers.”
While they were waiting, three more police cars showed up, and all three had four men in them. They clustered on the lawn for a moment, then spread out around the house. A few minutes later, the S.W.A.T. van showed up, and about twenty officers dressed all in black got out, wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. They went up the steps and swarmed into the house, carrying shotguns and automatic rifles.
“Oh, man, they’re going to screw up my beautiful house!” Mike said. “I bet there’s bullet holes all over the place already!” More police and ambulances were showing up, two fire trucks and another squad of S.W.A.T.
“Oh, Mike, where’s little Pete? I hope he’s not in there!” Misty said, concerned. “No, wait, he’s in school, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but his bus should be coming in about half an hour.” said Mike. “I hope all this is over with by then.”
“What if it isn’t?” Misty asked, worried. “I mean, they wouldn’t let him off the bus into the middle of a firefight, would they?”
“No way.” Mike told her. “The cops wouldn’t even let the bus get onto this street! I’ll probably have to go pick him up at school.”
Another cop car pulled up in front of the Walker’s house. One cop got out and came up the walk, then rang the bell. Misty answered it, with Mike right behind her.
“Hello, officer, please, come in.” Misty said.
“Hello, officer, I’m Mike MĂ©nage.” said Mike, introducing himself. “That’s my house up the street, there.”
“It is!?” said the cop. “I’m Officer Velasquez of the Metro police. Maybe you could tell me how all this mess up the street got started?”
“Well, earlier today, my wife showed up and wanted to come in; no, maybe I should go back a little further than that. My wife left me two months ago, and this morning she came back to get some of her things. A month after she left, I was angry and I gave all her things to Goodwill, and I told her so. She wanted to come in the house, but I refused to let her.” Mike stopped and looked at the officer.
“Is that it? That’s your story?” he asked. “That doesn’t explain anything!” he said.
“No, I’m not done.” Mike told him. “I just thought I’d stop so you could ask any questions you might have.”
“Okay, why wouldn’t you let her in?” he asked.
“Because, it’s not her house.” Mike answered. “It was mine before we married, and there’s a prenup that states all prior property belongs to the original party and does not become marital property.” he explained. “I didn’t want to continue our marriage, and the best way, I felt, would be a clean break.”
“Okay, go on.” said the cop. “Tell me the rest.”
“About an hour later, she came back with two men in police uniform, but they refused to show me their ID, so I refused to let them into my home. They pushed their way inside, and forced me into my basement at gunpoint.
“They were searching for a hidden room down there; apparently my wife had told them about one.”
“Is there one?” asked the cop.
“As a matter of fact, there is.” Mike told him. “My father built a safe room years ago, back in the fifties, as a bomb shelter. The men threatened my wife with the guns until I showed it to them.
“They were so eager to see it, one of them let his attention slip, and Cindy grabbed his gun and shot them both. I then came over here to collect my thoughts before reporting it, but then the limo showed up, so I had Misty call the police. That’s when we heard all the gunshots, so she called them again. Can you tell me if everyone is okay in there?”
“Well, everyone is not okay.” said Officer Velasquez. “I’m afraid that in addition to the two men that your wife shot, there are three officers dead, plus the four men you saw entering your house, and your wife Cindy is in critical condition, and not expected to last the night. She was shot twice in the belly, cut up pretty badly, and there are… pieces missing.”
“Oh, my God, oh my God.” Mike moaned. “What did they do to her?”
“It looks like she was tortured for information” said Velasquez. “Her fingernails were pulled, and they used a knife to cut her up. She’s lost a lot of blood, and even if she pulls through, she isn’t… whole anymore.”
“W-what do you mean?” Mike asked, paling. “Not whole?” Velasquez looked at Misty uneasily, not wanting to say more in front of a child.
“Could we speak alone?” he asked. “It’s sort of gruesome.”
“Sure.” Misty said. “I’ll just go up to my room and let you two alone.” When she had gone, officer Velasquez cleared his throat, unsure how to tell this man that his wife had been mutilated.
“Uh, well, sir, they cut off both her nipples, and marked up her face.” he said. “They took her nose off, and both her ears. The tendons in her left knee have all been cut, as well as her Achilles’ tendon in her right heel. She be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, assuming she lives.”
Mike looked distressed, shaking his head with tears brimming.
“None of that is life-threatening.” he said. “I mean, it’s serious, but people have lived through worse.”
“True, but she was also shot twice in the stomach at close range.” Velasquez told him.
“Can I see her?” Mike asked. “Which hospital has she been taken to?”
“She’s en route to St. Mary’s.” said Velasquez. “However, there’s some questions I have for you first.”
“Okay, but let’s get it over with as quickly as possible. I want to be with my wife. She may have left me, but I never wished anything like this on her.” Mike said, the tears now spilling down his face.
“Have you ever heard of Sal Mineo?” he asked Mike, studying his face carefully. “Tell me the truth!”
“Sure, I have.” said Mike. “Who hasn’t? He’s the local crime lord.”
“Have you ever had any dealings with him?”
“Hell, no.” said Mike. “Once you get tangled up with people like that… Wait a minute! Are you saying that it was Mineo’s people in my house?” Mike said in an anguished voice. “Those gangsters did this to my Cindy?”
Velasquez nodded. “Any idea what the info they tortured her for was?” Mike shook his head, getting an angry look on his face.
“No clue.” he said. “Look, Officer, I probably shouldn’t say this, but if you people don’t shut Mineo down, I’m going to.”
“Hey, Mr. MĂ©nage, don’t say things like that! You have no idea what these men are like. Besides, you don’t need to. Mineo himself was one of the men killed in your house today.”
“Good.” said Mike grimly. “Saves me a lot of trouble.”
“Trouble like that you don’t need.” Velasquez nodded. “You got plenty of that already, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Sure do.” Mike said. “I got a shot-up house, and a cut-up wife. Excuse me, Officer, but I’m going to the hospital to see her.”
“I’ll drive you there, okay? I’m afraid your car has been impounded as part of the crime scene.”
“No, because if it’s true that Mineo is involved, I think it might be safer for me if I’m not seen associating with the police. You may have gotten him, but he’s got a lot of people still out there, right? Somebody is bound to take over the organization.” Velasquez looked at him askance.
“Are you sure you haven’t had any dealings with them? You sure know a lot about how they think.”
“Hey, I watch the Soprano’s.” he said. “Are these guys any different?”
Velasquez chuckled. “No, I guess not.” he said. “Okay, we’ll want you to come downtown to make a formal statement, but from what you told me, you’ll be okay. “It’s well known that Mineo had an obsession for hidden rooms. The fact that you had one tells us why he showed up at your house personally.”
“Okay, but I have a question of my own.” Mike said. “How did Cindy get involved with Mineo in the first place?” Velasquez looked uncomfortable, looking at the floor.
“Well, it seems she was a prostitute for him.” he said. “About six weeks ago, she was caught up in a sting we did on one of his motels.”
“Oh, God, I never should have let her go.” Mike said, new tears forming.
“Uh, don’t get too worked up. She’s had two separate charges in the last six years.” Velasquez told him. “This wasn’t a one-time thing for her, I’m afraid. She’s been doing this for a while.”
“Oh shit, oh, my God.” Mike moaned. “She was out hooking?” Mike looked shocked, and sat down in a chair, holding his head in his hands. “I’d like to be alone, please.” he said. “This is all such a shock!”
“Sure, but are you staying here for the now? You can’t go home, I’m afraid. It’s cordoned off as a crime scene, and will be until Forensics is finished doing their thing. A few days, at most, probably. We’ll be in touch, so don’t leave town.”
“No, no, I won’t go anywhere.” he said. “You have my complete cooperation.” he told them.
“Okay, Mr. MĂ©nage, we’ll be in touch.” Officer Velasquez left.

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Daddy Watches

This is a work of jerk-off fiction. If it has that effect on anyone, I’ve succeeded. To all the flames: see the previous sentence.

Growing up with Mom

This is the story of my relationship with my mom. My dad left when I was very young so as far back as I can remember, it was always just me and my mom.
One of my favorite things to do when I was little was my nightly bath with mom. I loved the feel of her skin against mine, especially when we were both soapy. I loved how she scrubbed me all over. I loved when she’d wrap me up in a big fluffy towel when we were done. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was just the wonderful sensations that I enjoyed. I can’t remember exactly how old I was when that ritual stopped, but I remember the day it happened. My mom had just finished scrubbing me and I wanted to return the favor. I took the soap and started soaping my mom up. She’d already explained to me about breasts, and how all women had them, different sizes, that they were for feeding babies, etc., but I had never really taken a look between her legs until that day. As I scrubbed her, I asked her how come she didn’t have what I had. She explained that women had different things than men. As I kept washing her down there, she moaned a little, then grabbed my arm and said, “I think it’s clean enough.” I finished with the rest of her body, not realizing that anything had happened. When we got out and were watching tv while drying off, my mom told me that she thought I was old enough to start taking showers…by myself. I was kind of sad that I wouldn’t get to take any more baths with my mom, but I was also excited by the prospect of taking showers, just like big people, that I didn’t put up a big fight. That was years ago, though, and I only remember it because that was the first time I touched my mom’s pussy.
The real story begins several years later. As I said, it was just me and my mom. My mom thought that since I didn’t have a father, she should be available to me at all times, so she worked from home as a telemarketer. I don’t ever remember my mom going to any great lengths to hide her body from me. Modesty was practically unheard of at my house, so it wasn’t rare for me to see her naked coming out of the shower or changing clothes. In the mornings, she’d come out wearing a terrycloth robe as often as she’d come out in a short silk robe. When I started jerking off around 12, I started looking forward to the days when she would wear the short silk ones. Most of them weren’t much longer than long shirts, and she wouldn’t bother tying them too tightly, which would give me fleeting glimpses of her breasts. At that age, I was looking anywhere and everywhere for masturbation material, and it was countless nights that I would jerk off picturing my mom’s legs, or her breasts, or her ass as I stroked myself to orgasm. On one of her silk days, I got up the nerve to tell her how great her legs looked, she blushed and thanked me, and started wearing the short silk ones most of the time. We were always very touchy-feely, spending nights at home laying on each other on the couch while we watched tv. It was only in the morning that she would wear a robe, most of the time she’d walk around the house in a t-shirt and panties. Don’t think that didn’t have an effect on me. My masturbation fantasies were fueled with visions of her long legs and pretty feet.
One night, as we were on the couch, my mother asked if I would rub her feet, as she’d been out shopping all day and they were sore. Any excuse to get my hands on her was ok by me, so I agreed. We were on opposite ends of the couch, she had her feet in my lap. I took special care, making sure I did a good job, and realized that I really liked rubbing her feet. I liked seeing the wrinkles form around my thumbs as I kneaded the soles of her feet. I loved the soft silkiness of the top of her feet as I gently rubbed the backs of fingers across them. I loved the way her toes wiggled in my hands when I accidentally tickled her. I had an instant foot fetish, not to mention a hard on. From that night on, I was constantly asking her if I could rub her feet. Like most people, my mom wasn’t going to say no to a foot rub, so most nights, I had her feet in my lap, and I imagined what it would be like to have those toes wiggling in my mouth while I masturbated. It didn’t take me long to realize that if I maneuvered things just right, my mom’s legs would be spread, and I’d get to see her panties. I already knew, from the glimpses her robes would allow, that she mostly wore thongs, but I didn’t realize what kind of a view of her pussy that would give me. There were a lot of nights where I couldn’t even begin to tell you what was on because I was entranced by the view of the material seeming to come out from her between her butt cheeks, pressed up tightly against her mound. Sometimes, one of her lips would work it’s way out of her panties, and I’d just stare. She was very good to me about it, and would casually readjust her panties when she noticed me staring. Whenever she readjusted, she’d have a ghost of a smile on her lips, and I’d have jerk off material for later. I also took to kissing the soles of her feet as a signal that I’d finished rubbing them. I loved feeling the soles of her feet on my face, the slight smell of soap and sweat was intoxicating. I’d remember that smell while I stroked up and down my cock at night. I got bolder and bolder with her, my one kiss on each sole turning into several kisses up and down the soles of her feet. Several kisses on her soles became several kisses on both sides of her feet. That progressed to kissing each of her toes. Those kisses progressed to sucking. And it was about two months after the first foot rub that I was spending more time sucking on her toes than I did rubbing her feet. If I had to guess, I’d say the reason she didn’t stop me was because it felt good. If you’ve never had your toes sucked…it’s like that saying, if you don’t know, don’t bother to ask. I dirtied lots of underwear several times a night thinking of the way her toes moved in my mouth.
It was after one such session, as I was laying in bed that I heard a strange noise coming from my mom’s bedroom. It was a buzzing sound, and a low moaning. I’d been jerking off in the dark for about an hour and half. My mom’s toes had been wrinkly when I finally removed them from my mouth and we went to bed and that was one of the visual images I was using as I masturbated again and again. I’d been laying there, almost drifting off when I heard it. I debated whether or not to check it out, and when it didn’t stop, I decided to see what was up. I pulled my underwear up, pulling it up high so I could wipe off any cum that I’d missed with my fingers on my stomach. I’d never been brought up to knock on doors when at home, so when I reached her door, I just opened it wide. The sight took my breath away. Like me, she had the tv on, hers was also muted, it’s glow revealing to me her naked body, nipples hard, legs spread, hands working a vibe in and out of her pussy. From my own experiences, I could tell she was probably close to cumming, that’s probably why she didn’t remove the vibrator from her pussy. She just closed her legs, blocking my view of that pink plastic cock protruding from her pussy, sat up some, and asked me if I needed something. I told her that I’d heard a noise and was just checking it out. She said it was nothing and asked me to please go back to bed. I saw her glance at the obvious bulge in my underwear and the ghost of a smile appeared on her face. I stuttered out an “ok” and closed the door. I stood right outside her bedroom and listened to her. I could tell she was struggling not to scream, and could hear her hissing “oh shit, oh god, oh shit.” I didn’t go back to my room until I heard the vibrator being turned off. I could take my underwear off fast enough, they were completely off by the time I got back in bed, and I didn’t waste any time before I started jerking off again. That moment when I first opened the door was frozen in my mind, the way her legs were spread, the look on her face, the wetness on the vibrator. It was all too much and I came almost immediately.
I had just started stroking again, those images would not leave my mind, when my mother came into the room. I was frozen in place. I couldn’t cover up, my sheet was under me, I couldn’t pull my underwear up, I’d taken them completely off, and, for some unknown reason, I couldn’t let go of my cock. She was silhouetted against the hall light, and I noticed she’d put on one of her terrycloth robes. I saw her pause when she saw what I was doing. She seemed about to leave, then took a steadying breath, and walked over to my bed. Her eyes kept flicking to my hand wrapped around my cock, pulsating. She sat on the edge of the bed and smiled sheepishly.
“Looks like we’re both human.” She said as she glanced down at my hand around my cock again. “Sweetheart, we don’t need to be embarrassed about this. Everyone does it and it’s nothing to be ashamed about.” With that, she patted my stomach, inadvertently putting her fingers in a small puddle of my cum, one I’d made thinking about her fucking herself. She said “I’ll let you get back to what you’re doing,” and stood up. She rubbed her fingers together, and I saw her stick them in her mouth as she walked out of my room. She didn’t bother closing my door, nor did she close her door as she let the robe fall from her shoulders, letting me see that she was still naked. She laid down in bed, reached into her nightstand and pulled out her vibrator again. I started stroking myself again as I watched her suck on the vibrator to get it wet, and then slide it into herself. We watched each other while we masturbated, I came before her but didn’t stop stroking until she’d come too. Then, she turned off her tv, I turned off mine and we went to bed.
I don’t think either one of us ever closed those doors again. We would go to our separate bedrooms after I was done sucking on her toes, then we’d masturbate while watching each other. Usually, I’d get naked first and lay on top of the covers. I’d picture her feet and what I’d done to them that day while I started stroking myself. I was usually already hard from having her feet in mouth and it wasn’t long before I was moaning. Then she’d start playing with her nipples. Taking them between her fingers and pulling. She’d sometimes point the nipple up to her mouth and suck on it, all the while watching me stroke my fat cock. She didn’t always use her vibrator. Sometimes she stick her fingers in her mouth, make them very wet, the saliva dripping off them, then start rubbing her clit. She continue to play with her breasts with one hand while she rubbed her clit with the other. She’d roll the nipples between her fingers, then back to her mouth so she could suck on them, her hand a blur between her legs. She’d spread her legs wide when she was getting ready to cum, to show me that she was a squirter. She’d sometimes put her other hand between her legs while she squirted, her fingers getting soaked, then bring the hand back to her breasts. Slathering her nipples with her pussy juice, then sucking it off. It was no less exciting when she used her vibrator. She’d use both hands to work it in and out of her pussy. Fucking herself mercilessly while she watched my hand move up and down my cock. She’d always make sure to suck on it for a few minutes, make it nice and wet before she stuck it inside herself. After she came, no longer bothering to stifle her screams, she’d always clean it off with her mouth. It’d be dripping with her pussy juices every time she took it out, and she savored every drop. We watched each other every night. When I saw that she had no problem licking her own pussy juices, and remembering how she’d sucked my cum off her fingers that first night, I wasn’t embarrassed having her watch me scoop up my cum and eat it afterwards. I think it turned her on. Every night we’d go to bed, like any other mother and son, and every night we’d become each other’s masturbation partners. We only did that for a few months before our relationship progressed, but that will have to wait for part 2.

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