Jonny81
08-23-2016, 02:47 AM
I knew the moment I saw the big white Lincoln parked in the driveway outside our 2 story red brick house that it was going to be a long night. I held tight to my little sister’s hand and looked down at her smiling face and sparkly blue eyes, she had seen the car too.
“Nana’s here!” my sister said.
I could only groan at her enthusiasm. Don’t get me wrong, I loved our Godmother. That was sort of the problem. I loved her so much that I obeyed her every command without question, often to aching knees, a sore back, bloody hands, and well- you get the idea. Patti Mae, or Nana as Nikki calls her, is just shy of 60 and could still make the cover of Playboy magazine with her pixie cut platinum blonde hair, huge boobs, and wide pear shaped hips. Since Mom and Dad’s divorce Pattie Mae has been coming around a lot more, often with some task for me to perform. I hope this time it isn’t cleaning the gutters.
“Come on,” I trudged Nikki across the street.
“You think she’ll bake us cookies?” Nikki asked, licking her lips.
We stepped through the door and Nikki broke free of my hold with a running leap. Pattie Mae stood in the center of a very empty, very dirty hardwood floor. I recognized the look on her face, the one that said a thousand different things and none of them nice. My eyes roamed the floor, counting stains and trying to guess at what the globs of goo had once been. I could see outlines where all the furniture had been.
Pattie Mae caught Nikki and twirled her around, but her eyes never left mine. The message was clear and the task had been given. I hung my head in shame and headed to get the warm soapy water, a sponge, and something to scrape up the goo.
I knew from past experience not to scrub the floor in my school clothes. I had a pair of old jeans that were splattered with paint, but I couldn’t get the them to zip up. That left me with just one option.
Nudity wasn’t really an issue in our house. My only concerns were that I was fourteen and prone to spontaneous erections. I wasn’t so much embarrassed by the erections as I was the size of my package. Since hitting the 9th grade, and sharing a locker room with 27 other guys, I’ve realized that I’m not exactly “normal” in that area. I never thought having a “big one” could be a bad thing; until I realized just how big it actually was.
But this was my sister and Godmother, both of whom have seen me naked on multiple occasions. (Just not recently.)
I stepped out of the bathroom, with a pail of water and a big mesh covered sponge floating in suds that smelled like wildflowers, completely naked with my Johnson swinging between my legs. My balls felt like they were made out of lead after having been pinned up for so long. I heard sounds in the kitchen and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing Nikki would have Pattie Mae occupied for the next couple of hours. I set to work, scrubbing and scraping.
My father would have called me all kinds of names, having seen me on my hands and knees doing “women’s work”, but if my father taught me anything, it was that I didn’t want to be like him. I couldn’t help but hear his voice in the back of my head though. He’d been gone for over two years now, and I could still hear his bullying voice and that sickening laugh.
I don’t know how long I spent scrubbing, scraping, and drying the floor. Two hours or three it didn’t matter, the job was done now. I found the furniture, and my next task, when I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I sighed and started lugging everything back to the living room.
Mom has been hinting for awhile now that she wanted to move the furniture around. I suppose now that the floor was sparkly clean it was time to give in. I moved and fixed the wall mount for our flat screen plasma tv while I was at it. Turning everything towards the window instead of the front door opened up a little passage leading right down the hall. I’m not sure if that’s how Mom wanted it, but it looked pretty good to me.
I was admiring my work and making a few final adjustments when Pattie Mae came to tell me dinner was on the table. She didn’t say anything at first, just watched me scooting things around and tossing throw pillows onto the sofa and loveseat.
“That looks tasty,” she said, “and so does dinner, come and eat before it gets cold.”
“Be right there, just let me grab some pants…”
“No need,” she chuckled, “just come as you are.”
I followed her swaying hips into the kitchen and realized what she meant. My twelve year old sister was setting the table just as naked as I was. Except she was covered from head to toe in flour with vegetable bits in her hair. The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off in it. But the rich aromas wafting from the table told me the clean up would be well worth it.
Pattie Mae stopped me with a hand on my chest, “Your sister worked hard to feed you, make sure you give her the praise she deserves.”
I nodded, “It smells delicious.”
Again, if my father had seen the kitchen looking like that you would think he was giving birth. I, on the other hand, was thinking about the wonderful aroma and the feast laid out before me. That and how good my sister looked covered in flour. I don’t think I’ve ever had a single naughty thought about Nikki until that moment. I hadn’t even known my baby sister had breasts. My fantasies were generally of older women, like Pattie Mae or my mom.
The way Nikki had the table arranged put me at the head with her on my right and Pattie Mae on the left. Essentially, she had given me Dad’s place at the table and the symbolism was not lost on me. To mention it though, would have embarrassed her and I didn’t want to make her feel bad. I simply gave her a kiss on the cheek, told her how good dinner smelled, and sat down. I didn’t miss the blush in her cheeks as she filled my glass with soda.
Once everyone was in their seats, I took the honorary first bite and let out a loud moan as the blend of spices and sweet sauce mingled on my tongue. It was some sort of pasta with chunky meat, but I had no name for anything that tasted that good.
“Do you like it?” Nikki asked.
“No,” I said, “baby girl, I love it.”
She gave me a beaming smile and twirled her fork around. The only sounds made through dinner were a lot of ohhhhs, awwws, mmmms, and the scrape of forks on plates. After everyone finished eating Nikki collected the dishes. I finished off my soda and carried the glass to the sink. She gave me a smile and bumped my hip as I started scrubbing and passing them for her to rinse.
“Looks like you could use a bath,” I said and splashed her.
I hadn’t meant to splash her chest, I’d meant for the water to hit her face. Instead, it cleared a spot on her right breast, leaving behind a patch of pearly white flesh topped with a little cherry bud. I hadn’t noticed her nipples were hard until then. I swallowed a lump in my throat and shifted my feet under the counter. She giggled as the water trickled down and sprayed me with the nozzle.
“Enough playing, unless you want your mother seeing her kitchen looking like this when she comes home after working on her feet for twelve hours.”
“Sorry Nana,” Nikki said and bumped my hip again.
I finished scrubbing the dishes and took the dish sponge to the counter tops. After she finished rinsing, and had the dishes stacked to dry, Nikki got down from her stool and grabbed a broom. Together we cleaned up the kitchen while Pattie Mae read one of our Mom’s paperback books.
“Alright,” Pattie Mae said once we finished, “Nikki go take your bath and Jake, bring me your homework because I know you have some.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I said and went to collect my backpack.
I dumped my bag on the table and Pattie Mae instantly reached for my sketch book. I sighed and grabbed my English book and opened up to the assignment.
“Is this supposed to be me?” she asked with a chuckle as she flipped the sketch book around.
I didn’t need to look to know which one she meant. It was my version of Lady Godiva, with a nude Pattie Mae on the back of a painted war horse. The sketch had earn me an A+ in art class.
“I don’t have that much hair there,” she giggled, “and my boobs… honey my back hurts enough with the boobs I have, they don’t need to be any bigger.”
“Sorry,” I sighed, “I guess my imagination is a little off.”
“I didn’t say it was bad, I like it…”
I smiled at that and put my work down. Taking the sketchbook, I thumbed through the pages and found a more realistic sketch of her. I flipped it back around and sat back in my seat.
“Well, thank you for making me look twenty years younger, I’m sure this gal would never leave the bar alone on a Saturday night- or any night for that matter.”
“Patti Mae,” I shook my head, “you're one of the hottest women in town, the only reason you don’t have a harem of men obeying your every command is because they’re all afraid of you.”
“You think so?” she chuckled, “if I were thirty years younger, I’d kiss you, but at my age I’d probably knock out a tooth.”
I grinned and leaned over in my seat, “I bet it’d be worth the trip to a dentist.”
“You keep flirting with me and I’ll have to make you prove your words.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” I smiled.
She laughed and flipped to the next sketch. I heard her breath catch and glanced over at what she was looking at.
“Now, I know that hussy in the leather chaps and Stetson is not me and it had better not be my granddaughter.”
I coughed a little and ducked my head. She laughed so hard that her breasts jiggled.
“It is,” she laughed, “sixteen year old Katie and you have her dressed up like a stripper…”
“At least she has everything covered,” I shrugged.
“Who else do you have in here?” she started flipping pages at random.
“Does your mother know about these?” she asked me.
“No,” I sighed, “but at least I’m not hiding magazines under my mattress or dirty movies in my dresser.”
“Your mom has dirty movies?” she asked with a naughty grin.
I shrugged, “some home videos Dad made.”
“You ever watched them?” she asked with a knowing look.
“Once or twice,” I admitted.
“Finish your homework, then go help your sister get ready for bed.”
I frowned, “Isn’t she old enough to put her own pjs on?”
“Yes, but it would be nice if her big brother brushed her hair, maybe braided it for her and tucked her into bed with a Goodnight kiss... After all, she did feed you.”
I sighed and started on my math homework. Patti Mae left the kitchen and I didn’t need to ask where she was going. I grinned and made quick work of the homework before shoveling everything back into my backpack.
I found my sister in her room wearing the shirt I had left in the bathroom. The shirt hung on her like a mini dress, stopping about mid thigh. At fourteen and 5’10 I’m already a foot taller than her. I really hope I don’t get any taller. I’ve been growing like a weed since I was about six years old. Just one more thing that makes me a freak.
I probably should have grabbed some pants first, but it was too late now. I climbed onto the twin size bed behind her and pulled the brush from her hand. She lifted up and slid back until she was sitting on my lap. I wasn’t sure that would be much more comfortable for her and my thoughts were confirmed when she giggled.
“Your thing is poking me in the butt.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled and started to move her but she wiggled and my baseball bat slid between her legs.
“That’s better,” she told me.
“It sure is big Jake,” she said softly.
“Too big,” I sighed, “makes me feel like a freak.”
“I don’t think you’re a freak,” she told me, “can I touch it?”
“I think you already are,” I chuckled.
“I mean with my fingers silly,” she giggled.
I stopped with the brush halfway through her hair. She didn’t wait for an answer and I felt her soft fingertips dancing over the thick mushroom head. Needing a distraction, I went back to brushing her hair and counted each stroke out loud. It was hard to concentrate with her playing with my dick, I did my best not to let her know just how it was affecting me. She danced her fingers up and down its length, wrapped her little hand around it, twisted the skin, even pulled at it. I kept waiting to see if she’d stroke it, but that thought probably never entered her naughty little mind. She was simply toying with it, exploring with her hands and feeling the texture... And teasing the hell out of me.
“Oh,” she said, “did I make you pee?”
Her finger slid over the tip and I felt the texture of the precum as it slid around the head.
“No,” I told her, “that’s called precum and it comes out when a man gets excited, it’s to make things all slippery so it doesn’t hurt the girl.”
“Oh, like when my kitty gets all wet and sticky…”
Now that she brought it up, I realized exactly where my dick was and could feel the wetness pressed against me. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I could feel the lips of her bald kitten kissing the base of my shaft.
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “something like that.”
“Do you ever… you know,” she wagged my dick like a flag, “touch yourself?”
“Every night,” I sighed, “it makes a mess in bed if I don’t and the sheets get all sticky.”
“I’ve touched myself before,” she giggled, “it feels really good, does it feel that way when you do it?”
“I don’t know, but it feels good- or it did for a while, now not so much.”
“If it doesn’t feel good anymore,” she slapped my dick against her belly, “then why do you do it?”
“Because it makes a mess when I don’t,” I said then sighed, “and if I wait too long it hurts.”
“Does it feel good when I touch it?” she asked me.
“Yes, it feels nice baby girl,” I told her.
She went quiet then and continued her exploration while I brushed and braided her hair. Each time it oozed precum I felt her smearing it around. Once I thought she even licked it off her fingers. It took everything I had not to cum all over her. I knew that would have been too much. Once I finished her hair, I pulled her off of me and tucked her into bed before kissing her cheek. She gripped my dick and squeezed with a naughty look in her eyes.
“I want a real kiss,” she demanded.
I groaned and she squeezed harder. I gave in and leaned down to kiss her lips. The little minx stuck her tongue in my mouth. Then her hand moved and my hips jerked. She moaned into the kiss and gave me another stroke before pushing me back.
“Goodnight Jake,” she told me and turned out her table lamp.
“Goodnight minx,” I said and walked across the hall.
I walked into my bedroom with an eight inch hardon dripping precum to find Patti Mae laying in my full size bed wearing nothing but a pair of see through black lace panties. I stopped in my tracks with my eyes wide as saucers and my tongue dragging the floor.
“Don’t just stand there,” she patted the bed beside her, “we don’t have a lot of time.”
Feeling a little confused I walked to the bed and she pulled me down with a kiss on my lips. Her experienced hand wrapped around my already lubricated dick and she didn’t waste any time.
“Here,” she gave me her offerings, “suck on my breasts.”
I latched onto one plump nipple and suckled like a baby while she jacked me off. Her hand slid up and down, twisted around, and squeezed with expertise.
“I heard your little discussion with Nikki,” she told me, “you aren’t a freak Jake.”
She held my head to her breast with one hand, or I would have commented on that.
She continued, “I’ve raised three sons and two daughters of my own, along with six stepchildren and three husbands, have had more lovers than I care to count, I’ve seen dicks of every shape and size, if you were having trouble with it then you should have said something.”
“It’s embarrassing Patti Mae,” I groaned and she shoved her breast back into my mouth.
“No, what’s embarrassing is that I haven’t been fucked in almost ten years and here's this lovely cock dangling right in front of me,” she giggled, “if I’d known how you felt four hours ago we wouldn’t need to be doing this now.”
“I’ve never told you this Jake,” her hand made love to my dick, “but I was younger than Nikki when my daddy made me a woman and I made everyone of my sons and stepsons a man, some of them came back for more, it kept them from knocking up little girls, like your daddy did to your momma.”
She tugged and squeezed as her other hand slid down to cup and fondle my balls.
“Nikki is at the age where she’s curious, but doesn’t really have a grasp of things yet, tonight may have been innocent fun for her, but I’ve seen this before Jake and I’m telling you now...”
I pulled my mouth from her breasts, “I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“Not tonight, but like I said I’ve seen it before and I know what comes next, so I’m giving you another option.”
“You mean that you’ll -” I swallowed.
“Me, or I can find you someone else,” she shrugged, “but tonight I’ll take care of this and get you tucked into bed.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. She took my silence as consent and gave me another sweet smile before attacking my mouth with her tongue. I couldn’t hold back any longer and erupted like a dormant volcano with a big glob shooting right between her melons and another splattering her stomach. She kept pumping and moving my shaft around, spreading the cum from her nipples to her navel.
“Now if you don’t mind rubbing this in for me,” she rolled onto her back and brought my hands to her breasts.
I grinned and started smearing my cum over her flesh and rubbing it in.
“I’ll tell you what I told my sons,” she said, “keep me happy and I’ll keep you happy, I’ve taught you everything you need to know, and you know what needs to be done to make me happy.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I said before leaning over to pluck a nipple between my teeth.
“Ohhh, I didn’t teach you that,” she giggled, “and please call me Nana or Patti, Ma’am makes me feel old.”
“Okay,” I grinned and slid my hand down towards her panties, “Nana.”
She stretched out like cat as my hand cupped her lace covered kitten and squeezed.
“You’ve been watching your mother’s movies too much,” she said with a laugh.
“I’ve got some nylon rope in my dresser,” I said.
“Maybe next time sweetie, now hurry up and make me cum before your mother gets home.”
I took that as an order and filled it properly. I dipped my fingers underneath the lace and played her kitten like a violin while I sucked, pinched, and nibbled on her nipples until she trembled beneath my hands. She recovered quickly and gave me another kiss before tucking me under the blankets and dressing herself.
“I’ll see you next Friday, have your chores done and we’ll have more time to play if you want.”
“I want-,” I licked my suddenly dry lips, “I want you to make me a man.”
“Then make sure I’m happy,” she said and turned out my light.
“Nana’s here!” my sister said.
I could only groan at her enthusiasm. Don’t get me wrong, I loved our Godmother. That was sort of the problem. I loved her so much that I obeyed her every command without question, often to aching knees, a sore back, bloody hands, and well- you get the idea. Patti Mae, or Nana as Nikki calls her, is just shy of 60 and could still make the cover of Playboy magazine with her pixie cut platinum blonde hair, huge boobs, and wide pear shaped hips. Since Mom and Dad’s divorce Pattie Mae has been coming around a lot more, often with some task for me to perform. I hope this time it isn’t cleaning the gutters.
“Come on,” I trudged Nikki across the street.
“You think she’ll bake us cookies?” Nikki asked, licking her lips.
We stepped through the door and Nikki broke free of my hold with a running leap. Pattie Mae stood in the center of a very empty, very dirty hardwood floor. I recognized the look on her face, the one that said a thousand different things and none of them nice. My eyes roamed the floor, counting stains and trying to guess at what the globs of goo had once been. I could see outlines where all the furniture had been.
Pattie Mae caught Nikki and twirled her around, but her eyes never left mine. The message was clear and the task had been given. I hung my head in shame and headed to get the warm soapy water, a sponge, and something to scrape up the goo.
I knew from past experience not to scrub the floor in my school clothes. I had a pair of old jeans that were splattered with paint, but I couldn’t get the them to zip up. That left me with just one option.
Nudity wasn’t really an issue in our house. My only concerns were that I was fourteen and prone to spontaneous erections. I wasn’t so much embarrassed by the erections as I was the size of my package. Since hitting the 9th grade, and sharing a locker room with 27 other guys, I’ve realized that I’m not exactly “normal” in that area. I never thought having a “big one” could be a bad thing; until I realized just how big it actually was.
But this was my sister and Godmother, both of whom have seen me naked on multiple occasions. (Just not recently.)
I stepped out of the bathroom, with a pail of water and a big mesh covered sponge floating in suds that smelled like wildflowers, completely naked with my Johnson swinging between my legs. My balls felt like they were made out of lead after having been pinned up for so long. I heard sounds in the kitchen and couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing Nikki would have Pattie Mae occupied for the next couple of hours. I set to work, scrubbing and scraping.
My father would have called me all kinds of names, having seen me on my hands and knees doing “women’s work”, but if my father taught me anything, it was that I didn’t want to be like him. I couldn’t help but hear his voice in the back of my head though. He’d been gone for over two years now, and I could still hear his bullying voice and that sickening laugh.
I don’t know how long I spent scrubbing, scraping, and drying the floor. Two hours or three it didn’t matter, the job was done now. I found the furniture, and my next task, when I went to my bedroom to get dressed. I sighed and started lugging everything back to the living room.
Mom has been hinting for awhile now that she wanted to move the furniture around. I suppose now that the floor was sparkly clean it was time to give in. I moved and fixed the wall mount for our flat screen plasma tv while I was at it. Turning everything towards the window instead of the front door opened up a little passage leading right down the hall. I’m not sure if that’s how Mom wanted it, but it looked pretty good to me.
I was admiring my work and making a few final adjustments when Pattie Mae came to tell me dinner was on the table. She didn’t say anything at first, just watched me scooting things around and tossing throw pillows onto the sofa and loveseat.
“That looks tasty,” she said, “and so does dinner, come and eat before it gets cold.”
“Be right there, just let me grab some pants…”
“No need,” she chuckled, “just come as you are.”
I followed her swaying hips into the kitchen and realized what she meant. My twelve year old sister was setting the table just as naked as I was. Except she was covered from head to toe in flour with vegetable bits in her hair. The kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off in it. But the rich aromas wafting from the table told me the clean up would be well worth it.
Pattie Mae stopped me with a hand on my chest, “Your sister worked hard to feed you, make sure you give her the praise she deserves.”
I nodded, “It smells delicious.”
Again, if my father had seen the kitchen looking like that you would think he was giving birth. I, on the other hand, was thinking about the wonderful aroma and the feast laid out before me. That and how good my sister looked covered in flour. I don’t think I’ve ever had a single naughty thought about Nikki until that moment. I hadn’t even known my baby sister had breasts. My fantasies were generally of older women, like Pattie Mae or my mom.
The way Nikki had the table arranged put me at the head with her on my right and Pattie Mae on the left. Essentially, she had given me Dad’s place at the table and the symbolism was not lost on me. To mention it though, would have embarrassed her and I didn’t want to make her feel bad. I simply gave her a kiss on the cheek, told her how good dinner smelled, and sat down. I didn’t miss the blush in her cheeks as she filled my glass with soda.
Once everyone was in their seats, I took the honorary first bite and let out a loud moan as the blend of spices and sweet sauce mingled on my tongue. It was some sort of pasta with chunky meat, but I had no name for anything that tasted that good.
“Do you like it?” Nikki asked.
“No,” I said, “baby girl, I love it.”
She gave me a beaming smile and twirled her fork around. The only sounds made through dinner were a lot of ohhhhs, awwws, mmmms, and the scrape of forks on plates. After everyone finished eating Nikki collected the dishes. I finished off my soda and carried the glass to the sink. She gave me a smile and bumped my hip as I started scrubbing and passing them for her to rinse.
“Looks like you could use a bath,” I said and splashed her.
I hadn’t meant to splash her chest, I’d meant for the water to hit her face. Instead, it cleared a spot on her right breast, leaving behind a patch of pearly white flesh topped with a little cherry bud. I hadn’t noticed her nipples were hard until then. I swallowed a lump in my throat and shifted my feet under the counter. She giggled as the water trickled down and sprayed me with the nozzle.
“Enough playing, unless you want your mother seeing her kitchen looking like this when she comes home after working on her feet for twelve hours.”
“Sorry Nana,” Nikki said and bumped my hip again.
I finished scrubbing the dishes and took the dish sponge to the counter tops. After she finished rinsing, and had the dishes stacked to dry, Nikki got down from her stool and grabbed a broom. Together we cleaned up the kitchen while Pattie Mae read one of our Mom’s paperback books.
“Alright,” Pattie Mae said once we finished, “Nikki go take your bath and Jake, bring me your homework because I know you have some.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I said and went to collect my backpack.
I dumped my bag on the table and Pattie Mae instantly reached for my sketch book. I sighed and grabbed my English book and opened up to the assignment.
“Is this supposed to be me?” she asked with a chuckle as she flipped the sketch book around.
I didn’t need to look to know which one she meant. It was my version of Lady Godiva, with a nude Pattie Mae on the back of a painted war horse. The sketch had earn me an A+ in art class.
“I don’t have that much hair there,” she giggled, “and my boobs… honey my back hurts enough with the boobs I have, they don’t need to be any bigger.”
“Sorry,” I sighed, “I guess my imagination is a little off.”
“I didn’t say it was bad, I like it…”
I smiled at that and put my work down. Taking the sketchbook, I thumbed through the pages and found a more realistic sketch of her. I flipped it back around and sat back in my seat.
“Well, thank you for making me look twenty years younger, I’m sure this gal would never leave the bar alone on a Saturday night- or any night for that matter.”
“Patti Mae,” I shook my head, “you're one of the hottest women in town, the only reason you don’t have a harem of men obeying your every command is because they’re all afraid of you.”
“You think so?” she chuckled, “if I were thirty years younger, I’d kiss you, but at my age I’d probably knock out a tooth.”
I grinned and leaned over in my seat, “I bet it’d be worth the trip to a dentist.”
“You keep flirting with me and I’ll have to make you prove your words.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” I smiled.
She laughed and flipped to the next sketch. I heard her breath catch and glanced over at what she was looking at.
“Now, I know that hussy in the leather chaps and Stetson is not me and it had better not be my granddaughter.”
I coughed a little and ducked my head. She laughed so hard that her breasts jiggled.
“It is,” she laughed, “sixteen year old Katie and you have her dressed up like a stripper…”
“At least she has everything covered,” I shrugged.
“Who else do you have in here?” she started flipping pages at random.
“Does your mother know about these?” she asked me.
“No,” I sighed, “but at least I’m not hiding magazines under my mattress or dirty movies in my dresser.”
“Your mom has dirty movies?” she asked with a naughty grin.
I shrugged, “some home videos Dad made.”
“You ever watched them?” she asked with a knowing look.
“Once or twice,” I admitted.
“Finish your homework, then go help your sister get ready for bed.”
I frowned, “Isn’t she old enough to put her own pjs on?”
“Yes, but it would be nice if her big brother brushed her hair, maybe braided it for her and tucked her into bed with a Goodnight kiss... After all, she did feed you.”
I sighed and started on my math homework. Patti Mae left the kitchen and I didn’t need to ask where she was going. I grinned and made quick work of the homework before shoveling everything back into my backpack.
I found my sister in her room wearing the shirt I had left in the bathroom. The shirt hung on her like a mini dress, stopping about mid thigh. At fourteen and 5’10 I’m already a foot taller than her. I really hope I don’t get any taller. I’ve been growing like a weed since I was about six years old. Just one more thing that makes me a freak.
I probably should have grabbed some pants first, but it was too late now. I climbed onto the twin size bed behind her and pulled the brush from her hand. She lifted up and slid back until she was sitting on my lap. I wasn’t sure that would be much more comfortable for her and my thoughts were confirmed when she giggled.
“Your thing is poking me in the butt.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled and started to move her but she wiggled and my baseball bat slid between her legs.
“That’s better,” she told me.
“It sure is big Jake,” she said softly.
“Too big,” I sighed, “makes me feel like a freak.”
“I don’t think you’re a freak,” she told me, “can I touch it?”
“I think you already are,” I chuckled.
“I mean with my fingers silly,” she giggled.
I stopped with the brush halfway through her hair. She didn’t wait for an answer and I felt her soft fingertips dancing over the thick mushroom head. Needing a distraction, I went back to brushing her hair and counted each stroke out loud. It was hard to concentrate with her playing with my dick, I did my best not to let her know just how it was affecting me. She danced her fingers up and down its length, wrapped her little hand around it, twisted the skin, even pulled at it. I kept waiting to see if she’d stroke it, but that thought probably never entered her naughty little mind. She was simply toying with it, exploring with her hands and feeling the texture... And teasing the hell out of me.
“Oh,” she said, “did I make you pee?”
Her finger slid over the tip and I felt the texture of the precum as it slid around the head.
“No,” I told her, “that’s called precum and it comes out when a man gets excited, it’s to make things all slippery so it doesn’t hurt the girl.”
“Oh, like when my kitty gets all wet and sticky…”
Now that she brought it up, I realized exactly where my dick was and could feel the wetness pressed against me. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I could feel the lips of her bald kitten kissing the base of my shaft.
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “something like that.”
“Do you ever… you know,” she wagged my dick like a flag, “touch yourself?”
“Every night,” I sighed, “it makes a mess in bed if I don’t and the sheets get all sticky.”
“I’ve touched myself before,” she giggled, “it feels really good, does it feel that way when you do it?”
“I don’t know, but it feels good- or it did for a while, now not so much.”
“If it doesn’t feel good anymore,” she slapped my dick against her belly, “then why do you do it?”
“Because it makes a mess when I don’t,” I said then sighed, “and if I wait too long it hurts.”
“Does it feel good when I touch it?” she asked me.
“Yes, it feels nice baby girl,” I told her.
She went quiet then and continued her exploration while I brushed and braided her hair. Each time it oozed precum I felt her smearing it around. Once I thought she even licked it off her fingers. It took everything I had not to cum all over her. I knew that would have been too much. Once I finished her hair, I pulled her off of me and tucked her into bed before kissing her cheek. She gripped my dick and squeezed with a naughty look in her eyes.
“I want a real kiss,” she demanded.
I groaned and she squeezed harder. I gave in and leaned down to kiss her lips. The little minx stuck her tongue in my mouth. Then her hand moved and my hips jerked. She moaned into the kiss and gave me another stroke before pushing me back.
“Goodnight Jake,” she told me and turned out her table lamp.
“Goodnight minx,” I said and walked across the hall.
I walked into my bedroom with an eight inch hardon dripping precum to find Patti Mae laying in my full size bed wearing nothing but a pair of see through black lace panties. I stopped in my tracks with my eyes wide as saucers and my tongue dragging the floor.
“Don’t just stand there,” she patted the bed beside her, “we don’t have a lot of time.”
Feeling a little confused I walked to the bed and she pulled me down with a kiss on my lips. Her experienced hand wrapped around my already lubricated dick and she didn’t waste any time.
“Here,” she gave me her offerings, “suck on my breasts.”
I latched onto one plump nipple and suckled like a baby while she jacked me off. Her hand slid up and down, twisted around, and squeezed with expertise.
“I heard your little discussion with Nikki,” she told me, “you aren’t a freak Jake.”
She held my head to her breast with one hand, or I would have commented on that.
She continued, “I’ve raised three sons and two daughters of my own, along with six stepchildren and three husbands, have had more lovers than I care to count, I’ve seen dicks of every shape and size, if you were having trouble with it then you should have said something.”
“It’s embarrassing Patti Mae,” I groaned and she shoved her breast back into my mouth.
“No, what’s embarrassing is that I haven’t been fucked in almost ten years and here's this lovely cock dangling right in front of me,” she giggled, “if I’d known how you felt four hours ago we wouldn’t need to be doing this now.”
“I’ve never told you this Jake,” her hand made love to my dick, “but I was younger than Nikki when my daddy made me a woman and I made everyone of my sons and stepsons a man, some of them came back for more, it kept them from knocking up little girls, like your daddy did to your momma.”
She tugged and squeezed as her other hand slid down to cup and fondle my balls.
“Nikki is at the age where she’s curious, but doesn’t really have a grasp of things yet, tonight may have been innocent fun for her, but I’ve seen this before Jake and I’m telling you now...”
I pulled my mouth from her breasts, “I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“Not tonight, but like I said I’ve seen it before and I know what comes next, so I’m giving you another option.”
“You mean that you’ll -” I swallowed.
“Me, or I can find you someone else,” she shrugged, “but tonight I’ll take care of this and get you tucked into bed.”
I didn’t know how to respond to that. She took my silence as consent and gave me another sweet smile before attacking my mouth with her tongue. I couldn’t hold back any longer and erupted like a dormant volcano with a big glob shooting right between her melons and another splattering her stomach. She kept pumping and moving my shaft around, spreading the cum from her nipples to her navel.
“Now if you don’t mind rubbing this in for me,” she rolled onto her back and brought my hands to her breasts.
I grinned and started smearing my cum over her flesh and rubbing it in.
“I’ll tell you what I told my sons,” she said, “keep me happy and I’ll keep you happy, I’ve taught you everything you need to know, and you know what needs to be done to make me happy.”
“Yes Ma’am,” I said before leaning over to pluck a nipple between my teeth.
“Ohhh, I didn’t teach you that,” she giggled, “and please call me Nana or Patti, Ma’am makes me feel old.”
“Okay,” I grinned and slid my hand down towards her panties, “Nana.”
She stretched out like cat as my hand cupped her lace covered kitten and squeezed.
“You’ve been watching your mother’s movies too much,” she said with a laugh.
“I’ve got some nylon rope in my dresser,” I said.
“Maybe next time sweetie, now hurry up and make me cum before your mother gets home.”
I took that as an order and filled it properly. I dipped my fingers underneath the lace and played her kitten like a violin while I sucked, pinched, and nibbled on her nipples until she trembled beneath my hands. She recovered quickly and gave me another kiss before tucking me under the blankets and dressing herself.
“I’ll see you next Friday, have your chores done and we’ll have more time to play if you want.”
“I want-,” I licked my suddenly dry lips, “I want you to make me a man.”
“Then make sure I’m happy,” she said and turned out my light.