"Arrgh." I was a little hung over.

"C’mon, Rick, get up." She put one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my butt, and started rocking me back and forth.

"OK, I’m up, I’m up!" Mom stepped back as I pulled away the covers and stood up. I heard her gasp, and I looked at her. She was staring at my crotch. I looked down. Shit! After Cindy left I had fallen asleep in the nude. Now I was standing right in front of my mom with a serious morning hard-on: all 8 inches was pointing proudly right at her. As I stood frozen there for a
moment, her eyes never wavered from my dick.

"Shit, Mom, I’m sorry!" I said as I climbed back into bed and pulled the sheet over me.

"What?" Mom hadn’t moved. She seemed to be in some kind
of trance.

"I forgot I was naked."

"Oh. That." She finally came out of it, and sat down on the bed. She put her hand on my stomach – dangerously close to my still rock-hard cock, I thought. "Honey, I’ve seen everything there is to see on you... although, not for a while, I admit. You’ve... um, been developing nicely, I see. Nothing to be embarrassed
about."

"Jeez, Mom, I’m embarrassed that I was standing in
front of you with a hard-on."

"Honey, that’s perfectly normal, especially in a young man your age. I’m your mom and I love you, and nothing you do can embarrass me, Sweetie." She gave me a little hug and stood up. "Now, get up and get into the shower." She stood back from the bed and waited.

Feeling sheepish, I pulled back the sheet and rolled out of bed. As I stood up, I saw Mom’s eyes move downwards towards my erection again. Before I could walk to the bathroom Mom stepped towards me, put her arms around me, and gave me a big hug. As I hugged her back, I felt my cock pressing through her nightgown and against her leg. "I love you, Rick," she said.

"Me too, Mom."

She let go of me, and I grabbed the coffee cup off the nightstand and walked out the door, feeling my mom’s eyes on my ass as I left. As usual I jacked off in the shower, but this time as I did it I was thinking about how my mom’s eyes had been glued to my erect cock. When I came, the force of it almost made me fall over. Hmm, I thought, I’m going to have to try this again.

***

The next morning when Mom came in, I was naked again. I got up and grabbed the coffee cup. "Sleeping in the nude now, are we?" she said.

"Yeah, I sort of like it," I said.

"Me, too," she said. I looked at her. She was staring at my hard-on again. Her eyes quickly moved up to mine, and her face reddened. "I mean... What I meant was, I sleep in the nude, too."

I looked at her nightgown.

"Of course, I throw something on before I make the coffee and wake you up."

"Why, Mom? Are you embarrassed to be naked around me? I  thought you said there was nothing to be embarrassed about." I sipped at my coffee.

"Umm... no Sweetie, of course not, but... well, I’m your mother." As she said this, her eyes couldn’t help straying down to my crotch again. I’ve never been the exhibitionist type, but I was starting to enjoy being naked around my mom. It gave me kind of a thrill that she liked looking at my dick.

"OK, Mom," I said. I gave her a hug, once again feeling my erection pressing into her. She hugged me back and gave my naked ass a little pat, which turned into sort of a caress. Then I walked off to take my shower, once again imagining that I could feel her eyes on my naked body as I moved.

***

The next morning when Mom came in to wake me up, she was naked, too. I got out of bed and stood up, and we looked at each other. My mouth hung open. My mom was a knockout! Long, toned legs. Slim waist. Beautiful full, firm breasts. Her nipples were erect. My first thought was, "She’s cold," but then I detected the faint scent of her sex in the air. My mom was aroused.

As we continued to stare at each other, my penis, which had been soft and hanging down against my legs, now began to harden. My mom watched as it slowly thickened and hardened to its full 8 inches and pointed directly up at her.

"Is this OK, Rick?" she said. Shyly, as if she were afraid that I’d be shocked, or that I wouldn’t approve of her body. "I enjoy being naked, and after our, umm, our talk yesterday morning, I decided that it was silly for me to hide my body from my own son."

"Sure, Mom, of course it’s OK. My god, you’re beautiful! I had no idea. You could be a model."

She blushed, then did a little pirouette that let me see her gorgeous, tight little ass. When she had turned all the way back around, I realized for the first time that her vulva was totally hairless – either shaved or waxed. Also, although she was tanned, there were no tan lines anywhere on her body. Her flawless tits and ass were uniformly browned like the rest of her.

"Thanks, Sweetie. I try to stay in shape."

"It’s working, Mom. You’re hot! Can I ask you a question? How do you get an all-over tan? Do you use a tanning bed?" I was hoping to keep the conversation going as long as possible, afraid that I’d never get another chance to see my beautiful mother’s naked body.

"No," she said. "Sometimes when you’re at school, I lie out in the backyard and get some sun."

I drooled at the thought of my sexy mom lying naked by the pool. "Really?" I said. "What about the neighbors?"

"They can’t see anything over the fence, Sweetie. You should try it sometime. It’s good for the soul."

"Maybe I will, Mom."

Although she was talking to me, she was staring at my dick. I looked down. I was so excited that my erection was actually pointing up at a 45 degree angle, rather than just jutting straight out in front of me. Every time my heart beat, my dick would bounce up and down a little. It felt harder than it had ever been before. As we watched, a little drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip and slowly dripped towards the floor, trailing a long thin line behind. When I looked back up at my mom, she was licking her lips involuntarily.

"Can I ask you another question, Mom? I see that you don’t have any hair... down there. Do you shave it?"

She tore her gaze from my hard-on and looked up at me. "Oh, no, Sweetie. A friend of mine at work waxes me, and I wax her."

"Why do you do it?" I said.

"Oh, well, it just makes me feel really clean and sexy. And it makes... umm, well, some things, umm, more fun to do." As she said this, her hand moved down and unconsciously rubbed her mons. I thought I would cum right then, and a little gasp escaped my lips. She realized what she was doing, quickly removed her hand, and blushed again. The smell of her sex was stronger in
the air now.

"I get it, Mom." I looked down at my own hairy balls and dick. "Maybe I should get waxed, too. Could you or your friend do that for me?" Not that I wanted to get my ball hair pulled out, but I was excited by the thought of my mom actually touching me down there.

"Well... I’ll think about it. For now, you’d better hit the shower, Sweetie."

"OK, Mom," I said. I stepped over to her and hugged her. I’m just a little taller than she is, and when we came together my erection pressed up against her bare vulva. I felt my pre-cum against her skin. She gave a little shiver, then hugged me back. When her hand moved to pat my ass, I moved my own hand down and rubbed her ass, too. She shivered again, then gently pushed me
away.

I grabbed the coffee cup and walked toward the bathroom, my hard-on leading the way.

***

The rest of that week, Mom was naked when she came in with my coffee, and I was naked when I rolled out of bed. Rather than getting comfortable with the situation, I was more excited every day, waking up early and anticipating her arrival. I always had a
rock-hard erection when I got up, and Mom always looked (and smelled) aroused as well. Our "naked hug" was always the high point of my day, and I was turning into quite the exhibitionist.

The next week I took it up another notch. On Monday I woke up early with a raging hard-on, and decided to jack off in bed rather than in the shower. I put on headphones, but didn’t turn on the MP3 player. I pulled the sheet down, uncovering my nude body, closed my eyes almost all the way, and slowly started rubbing the length of my erect shaft.

When Mom came through the door, I heard her gasp through my headphones. To her, it looked as though my eyes were closed and I was listening to music as I slowly jacked my erect cock. Her eyes were riveted to my prick as she slowly walked to my bedside and placed the coffee cup on the nightstand. I thought she would
leave, but she just stood there, only a couple of feet away from me as I continued to jack off.

Keeping my eyes almost closed, I moved my other hand down to the base of my cock, then began to caress my balls. I heard her moan a little, and watched as her left hand moved down and began to stroke her hairless pussy, while her right hand moved up and stroked across the tips of her erect nipples. I smelled the scent of her sex, stronger than ever before. I was turning on my
own mom!

I was incredibly excited. Here I was jacking off in front of my mother, and it was making her horny. I was hoping that she would keep watching until I came, but was disappointed to see her suddenly walk out of the room. I guessed that maybe I had embarrassed her, or that the taboo of watching her own son engaged in a sex act was too much for her. But only a minute later, she returned carrying a small bottle. She sat down on the
bed next to me and put her hand on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, feigning surprise. "Mom! Oh, jeez, I’m sorry!" I took off my headphones, but kept one hand on my prick.

"That’s OK, Sweetie." She looked down at my erect cock, and licked her lips. "What you’re doing is natural and healthy for a man your age. I brought you something that will make it more... enjoyable."

She held up the little bottle, and I read the label. "Astroglide?"

"Yeah," she said, flipping the top open. "I use it when I... it makes everything slick." She squeezed a little drop out onto her finger and rubbed it around for me to see, then rubbed her wet fingers on my arm. "See? Would you like to try it?" She held out the bottle.

"Umm, sure," I said. "Go ahead."

She looked at me. "You mean you want me to put it on you?" she said.

"Sure, I guess," I said. I figured that she would just drip it onto my dick, or into my hand. But instead she squirted some into her hand, put the bottle down, and rubbed her hands together. I let go of my dick and watched in anticipation as her hands moved toward my pulsating cock.

When her hands touched me, I couldn’t help moaning. It felt so good! First, both of her hands caressed my erection, moving up and down and twisting lightly around, spreading the Astroglide over the entire shaft. Then she moved one hand down to caress my balls, spreading the liquid across my nut sack as her other
hand continued to work my cock.

I looked at her face: she was staring at her hands moving up and down my erection, and gently moving my balls. She was breathing in short little pants, and her nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. Then she pulled her hands away from me and stood up.

"There," she said "That should make it a lot more comfortable for you."

"Don’t stop, Mom! Please, oh god, it feels so good!"

She stared at me without speaking, and I thought that maybe I’d gone too far. But then she sat back down on the bed and once again grabbed my big fat cock in her little hand. Again, I had to moan as she began working her hand up and down my shaft.

I moaned, "Oh, Mom, yeah" and she started jacking me off faster. The Astroglide made it feel great, much better and much more sensation than jacking off dry. And it also made things noisier: Mom’s hand made a rhythmic slap-slap-slap sound as she really began getting into it. After a while, I felt the familiar tingle. "Mom, I’m gonna cum!"

Her response was to moan a little, and to jack me faster than ever. The feeling started in my groin and spread up my stomach and down my legs. I watched as the first shot of my cum erupted from the tip of my cock and shot maybe three feet straight up into the air, then fell back down onto my legs and onto my mother’s arm.

"Ohh! Aaaaah! Aaaaah! God! Aaaaah!" I bucked and moaned as I continued to shoot my cream all over myself and my mother’s hand and arm. I placed my hand on her back and squeezed tight as my orgasm overtook me.

"Yes, Baby" she hissed.

The orgasm was so strong that I saw stars, and for a moment I was afraid that I might pass out. Slowly, my vision cleared and my cock stopped pumping its jism. Mom’s hand stopped its jacking motion, and her thumb moved over the tip of my cock, smearing my cum all around the head. It felt incredible. I was in heaven.

"There," she said. "Better?"

"Oh god, Mom, that felt amazing. The stuff is wonderful, and it feels so much better when someone else is doing it."

She looked at me, still rubbing the head of my dick with her thumb. "Do you do this every day, Sweetie?"

"Yeah, usually in the shower."

She looked away and was silent for a moment. "I could do this for you every morning, Rick... if you want.

"You’re kidding," I said. "You’d really do that for me? Why?"

She looked back at me. "Yes, Sweetie. Because you need it, and because I love you, and because... I enjoyed it, too."

"Sometimes I jack off two or three times a day," I said hopefully.

She laughed and stood back up. "Let’s just make this a morning wakeup thing for now." As she said this, she noticed my cum dripping down her arm. "I’m going to get something to clean us up," she said. I watched her naked ass move as she walked out, then watched her tits jiggle when she returned carrying a washcloth and a towel. She sat down and gently cleaned off my cock, balls, and legs, then wiped my cum off of her own arm
and hand.

"You’re still hard," she said.

"Yeah, well, this is pretty exciting for me."

"Me, too, Sweetie," she said. "Now, hit the shower."

I stood up and hugged her. This time, I let both of my hands grab onto her ass-cheeks, and pulled her body into mine. She moaned and ground her vulva into my erection, then put her hands on my shoulders, gave me a little kiss, and pushed me away. "Off with you," she said.

I grabbed the now lukewarm coffee and walked to the bathroom.

***

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were the same: my beautiful naked mother entered my room at 6:00 AM, carrying a washcloth and the little bottle of Astroglide. She pulled sheet down to uncover my nude body, and applied the filmy liquid to my cock and balls. If I wasn’t already hard, she played with my penis until it was fully erect, then lovingly and expertly jacked me off until I erupted hard. I couldn’t believe my good luck!

I desperately wanted to caress her tits, play with her pussy, and more, but I was afraid that if I did, it would shock her and put an end to my fun.

On Friday morning she came in at the usual time, naked, but without the washcloth and Astroglide. Shit! Had she decided that jacking off her own boy was wrong? My hard-on was aching for her touch.

"Mom?" I said.

She smiled. "Don’t worry, Sweetie, I’m still going to take care of you. I just thought we’d do it a little differently today, if that’s OK."

She pulled the sheet and knelt between my legs, taking my raging erection into her hand.

"Are you going to jack me off dry?" I said.

"Not exactly." And with that, she bent down and took the head of my cock into her sweet mouth.

"Oh god, Mom!" I moaned. I watched as her head bobbed down, engulfing maybe half of my penis, then back up again, then down and up again several times. She tongued me all over, wetting my entire shaft, then took me back into her mouth and bobbed her head all the way down until my entire 8 inches were in her mouth, and her lips were against my pubic bone. My own mother was
deep-throating me. I can’t describe how good it felt.

"Mom, your mouth feels so good on my cock!"

Her answer was a moan. She began to suck me off in earnest: while her head bobbed quickly up and down, her lips created a strong vacuum that intensified the feeling. Then she encircled the base of my penis with one hand and used it to follow her lips up and down. She was working every part of my dick all of the time,
and it did the trick. I felt the tingle start.

"Mom, watch out, I’m gonna cum soon!" I expected her to pull her head away, but instead she moaned again and began sucking me harder and faster. I exploded into her mouth.

"Aaaaaaah! God, Mom!!" I began my usual bucking, and she put a hand on my abdomen to hold me down. Her mouth never left my cock, and I knew that she was swallowing my cum. No girl had ever done that for me, but my own sweet mother was doing it now. My orgasm finally subsided, and I stopped bucking.

"Ohhh," I said.

Mom pulled her mouth away from my dick and looked at me, and I could see a little trail of my cum dribbling down from her lower lip. As we looked at each other, her tongue flicked out and captured the cum droplet. She moved it around in her mouth for a moment, savoring it, then she swallowed. I shivered a little, and she smiled at me.

"Like it?" she said.

"Are you kidding, Mom? Can we do that every day?

She laughed. "Could be," she said. Then she bent down and licked up some of the cum that had continued dribbling out of my cock-head, and swallowed that, too. She frowned up at me. "You’re still hard."

I reached down and gently grabbed under her arms, and pulled her up to lay on top of me, face to face. "It’s because you’re so beautiful Mom," I said. My left hand moved down to caress her naked ass as my right hand moved behind her head, and I pulled her down to kiss me. Her eyes closed as our lips met, and her lips parted as my tongue found hers. She moaned deep in her throat, and ground her pussy into my hard-on as we passionately French kissed.

Then her eyes flew open and she pulled away, as though she’d just woken up.

"Well, umm... that was nice! I guess... I guess we should get you off to school now, heh heh." She stood up. "I sort of forgot to make coffee; I’ll do that while you shower."

I stood up too. "Mom, did I do something wrong?"

"No, Sweetie, I just... we have to be careful is all. Do you understand?"

"Sure, Mom, I guess," I said. What I understood was that although she was willing to get me off, she didn’t want it going any farther than that. She had drawn the line, but was maybe having a bit of a hard time staying on her side of it.

I moved to her and engulfed her in a hug, making sure that my erection pressed into her vulva again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her body into me, moving my hips a little so that my penis would rub against her pussy. "I love you, Mom," I said as I bent to kiss her. Once again, her eyes closed and her lips parted and we ground against each other as we frenched.

She moaned and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against her as she moved her own hips to increase the rubbing contact against my rock hard dick. I knew then that she would let me bend her over the bed and fuck her, and I knew exactly how wonderful that would feel. But I didn’t want to be the one to cross her line. I pulled away, and she opened her eyes.

"Rick?" she said.

"I’ll go take that shower now, Mom," I said. "I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, Sweetie." She smiled at me.

I slowly walked through the door and down the hall, hoping she would call me back to her, but she didn’t.

***

On Saturday Mom let me sleep in, but I was awake by 6:00 anyway, my body in need of my mother’s touch. I got up and messed around until 9:00, then went into the kitchen for some coffee. Mom was already there, dressed in linen shorts and a white cotton halter top.

"Morning, Baby," she said. Then she grinned at me. "It’s going to be a beautiful sunny day, and I thought I’d work on my all-over tan. Wanna join me?"

"Umm... honestly, Mom, I’m not so sure," I said.

"C’mon, Sweetie, like I said, it’s good for the soul. You’ve got to try it at least once."

"Well... okay."

So I went to my room, got naked, wrapped myself in a big beach towel, and walked through the sliding glass door off the breakfast nook to join my mom out on the patio. Our house is on a cul-de-sac and has a good sized backyard with a patio, a small pool, and several large trees with bushes and flowers between them. Because of the curve of the cul-de-sac, the neighboring houses are offset and our fenced backyard is very private.

Mom arranged two chaise lounges next to each other, and then removed her towel, revealing her beautiful nude body. She put the towel on her lounge and laid face down on top of it. "Ahhh," she said. Then she looked up at me expectantly.

What the hell, I thought. I took off my towel and laid face down, too.

"There," Mom said. "Doesn’t the sun feel good on your naked bum?"

"Yeah, I have to admit that it does."

Mom reached under her lounge and pulled out a bottle of lotion. She squirted some onto her hands and rubbed it onto my back, my legs, and my ass. "We can’t have you burning that fine little butt of yours," she said.

"You think my butt is nice?" I asked.

She stopped rubbing it and looked into my eyes. "Rick, you have the nicest body I’ve ever seen, and I’m not saying that just because I’m your mom. You have a gorgeous body, you big hunk!" She slapped my ass to make her point, then handed me the lotion.

"Now me," she said, laying back down.

"You want me to put this on you?" I asked. Stupidly.

"Yes, dummy, I don’t want to burn my fine little butt either."

I trembled a little as I squirted lotion onto my hands, then massaged it into her back. She sighed as I worked on her shoulders, then moved down to her middle back. My hands lingered over her breasts, which were smushed against the towel and sort of pushed out on either side of her. "We don’t want these to burn either, right?" I said.

"Nope, sure don’t!" she answered. I spent as much time fondling her breasts as I dared, then moved on to her lower back. I got more lotion and began to work it into her tight little ass cheeks, and she sighed again. As I moved further down she parted her legs a little and I had a beautiful view of her bare pussy mound. Was I supposed to put lotion there, too? I didn’t know, so to
stall for time I stroked lotion into one fine, toned leg, and then into the other. Down and back up, one hand on each side of the leg. As I slowly moved up each leg, my inner hand would brush up against her pussy, and she would give a little shiver, but she didn’t say anything.

Emboldened, I squirted a little more lotion onto my hand, then placed it gently onto her pussy mound and began to rub.

"Uhhn," she said, but nothing else. Her pussy was wet, so I knew that she was horny. I rubbed harder, up and down her pussy lips, and lingered over her clit.

"Mmmmm," she said, and propped her butt up a little higher to give me better access. I gave up all pretense of spreading lotion, and started rubbing her clit directly.

"Oh, Rick," she said. As I continued to stroke her clit, I wiped the lotion off of my other hand and slowly inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy.

"God," she said, and began grinding her mound against my hands. "Faster and deeper," she said, and I complied.

By this time my cock was hard as granite and dripping pre-cum onto my mom’s butt. Again, I knew instinctively that I could mount her right there, and I wanted to do that in the worst way, but I was scared to go that far over the line.

"Rick! Ohhh... OH! God, aaaaahhh!!" Mom’s body tensed and her moan became almost a scream as she climaxed. "Ahhh, AHHH, Oh god, oh, oh, AHHHH!!" A little stream of cum shot out of her pussy and onto my hands. I hadn’t known that women could do that!

I slowed down, but continued to gently stroke her clit and pussy lips. First her body began to relax as she came down off her orgasm, but then it tensed again and I felt her vagina tighten around my fingers. My mom was having another orgasm! This time, she bucked like crazy and really did scream a little. My hands were dripping with her juices, and the towel beneath her was soaked.

As she came down from it, I removed my hands from her pussy and gently stroked her back. She looked around at me, and I was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.

"Mom? Are you OK?"

"Wonderful!" she said. "Oh, Rick, that was... certainly the best suntan lotion application I’ve ever had. I’m sorry about... all the noise and stuff."

"I enjoyed it a lot, Mom." I touched her pussy again, and she shivered. Then I brought my hand, covered in her juices, up to my nose. Mom watched as I inhaled her wonderful scent, then, one by one, put each finger in my mouth and sucked her delicious moisture off.

She shivered again as she watched me, then pushed me face-up onto my own lounge.

"Sweetie," she said with a smile, "I think it’s time to do your front."

***

I fell asleep shortly after Mom finished sucking me off. I awoke to the sound of a female gasp of surprise. Was somebody there with me? Afraid to move, I opened my eyes and looked through my dark sunglasses to see a young neighborhood girl staring at me through our sliding glass door, her mouth making a little ‘O’ of
surprise.

"What is it, Jenny?" I heard my Mom say from the living room. Jenny didn’t answer; she just continued to stare at my naked backside. Mom joined her at the window and smiled.

"Oh, I’m so sorry, Jenny. I’d totally forgotten that Rick is out there getting some sun. Do you want me to wake him up and have him put something on?"

Little Jenny never looked away from my body. "Uh... no, that’s okay," she said.

Mom looked at her, then at me. "Are you sure, Honey? Can you still help me clean up here with a naked boy asleep in the backyard?"

"Uh... sure! I was just a little surprised, but really it’s okay, Mrs. Johnson."

"All right, Jenny. Why don’t you start on this big window while I run down to the ATM to get some money to pay you with? I’ll be back in a little while."

"You got it, Mrs. J!" Jenny was recovering her cool.

After Mom left, I watched as Jenny slowly washed the inside of the big sliding glass windows. She must have done a crappy job, because her eyes never left my ass. The whole thing had given me a hard-on, and I decided to give her a good show. While she watched, I pretended to move around a little bit in my sleep, then turned over to lie on my back, with my head angled enough so
that I could continue to watch Jenny surreptitiously from behind my shades.

Jenny gasped. My erection was standing proud and high, sticking up in the air over my stomach. With the sun directly overhead, and Jenny only ten feet away on the other side of the big window, I knew she had an excellent view. I wanted to grab myself and start jacking, but I didn’t think I could get away with going
that far.

While I watched, Jenny slowly slid the screen door open and crept onto the patio. She walked to the side of my lounge, then knelt down next to me. Her face was maybe six inches from my cock, which was bouncing up and down a little bit in time with my heartbeats. Jenny licked her lips nervously and looked around.

"Rick?" she whispered. "Rick, are you awake?" She put her hand on my thigh, so close to my cock and balls. "Rick?"

I moved a little and tried to make breathing sounds like I was asleep. Emboldened, Jenny slowly moved her other hand onto my rigid prick. I couldn’t help moaning a little, and Jenny started. I moved around some more and settled again, trying to convince her that I was still asleep.

After remaining motionless for a minute, Jenny began inspecting my body in earnest. First her tiny hands played with my rock hard penis, moving up and down and around the shaft, and moving the skin around. Then she became fascinated with my ball sack, playing with the loose skin and moving each testicle around a little. Then back to my penis. I wondered if I was the first
guy she had seen naked, or maybe just the first guy with a hard-on.

Finally, she encircled the shaft with both little hands and clumsily began to jack me off. I didn’t want her to stop, but I figured that she’d be suspicious if I didn’t wake up now. I moaned, "That feels good," and put my hand on her back. "Jenny? What are you doing?" I took off my sunglasses and looked at her.

Her little hands stopped moving, and she looked at me in sudden fright. "I’m sorry, Rick. I just... I wanted to see the stuff come out."

"The stuff? You mean, my cum?"

"Yeah, I wanted to see your cum, Rick."

It was so sexy hearing those words come out of a little girl’s mouth. "Have you ever seen it before?" I asked.

"No. I’ve seen my mom and dad naked and making out before, but not close up." Her hands started moving on me, and I moaned again. "Let me make you cum, okay, Rick?"

"Okay, Jenny," I said. I reached down and showed her how to hold me for the greatest effect, and what rhythm to use as she jacked me off. When she got going right, her hands started making a familiar slap-slap-slap sound.

"Is this right, Rick?" she asked.

"It’s perfect, Jenny. It feels great. You’re a natural. I’m going to cum in no time."

She smiled at the compliment, then looked down at my dick. What’s this stuff?"

I looked down to see that pre-cum was streaming from the tip of my cock onto my abs. "It’s called pre-cum, and a guy’s dick always makes some when he gets excited. Grab some of it onto your fingers, and use it to lube up my dick."

She grabbed a big wad of my pre-cum and rolled it onto my shaft. It felt so good that I moaned yet again. She continued jacking me off with one hand as she raised the other hand first to her nose to smell my juice, then to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and tasted my pre-cum. I thought I was gonna cum then and there!

"Salty," she said. "But good." She started jacking me hard again using both hands. I felt the tingle start.

"Jenny, you’re doing real good. I’m about to cum."

She quickly moved her head directly over the tip of my penis, so as not to miss the show. Part of me wanted to warn her about how far my cum would shoot, but a bigger part of me wanted to see this happen.

"I’m cumming, Jenny, I’m cumming! Right now!! Aaaagh!!" My body started bucking and I watched as the first ropy wad of my cream shot directly into Jenny’s face. She gasped in surprise and pulled her head back, but not far enough: the second spurt of my cum landed right in her open mouth!

She’s a trooper, though; she never stopped jacking me off. What a sight for a horny young teenager: a pretty little girl, both small hands working up and down my spurting prick, and a big wad of my cum slowly dripping down her forehead and cheek.

"Ith’s in my mouf, Rick!" My body was still bucking and I was straining to get the most pleasure out of my orgasm, but I fought to keep my eyes on her face and was rewarded by seeing her swallow a big mouthful of my jism!

Finally, my climax was over, and I had to grab Jenny’s hands to stop her from continuing to jack me off. "It’s too sensitive right after I cum," I said.

"Oh, sorry Rick," said Jenny. She sat back on her heels.

"Umm... you’ve got some on your face," I said.

"Oh." As I watched, Jenny used a finger to wipe my cum off of her cheek and forehead, then popped it into her mouth and sucked it down!

"How does it taste, Jenny?"

"I like it!" she said. "You’ve never tried it?"

"No," I said, taken aback. "That would be kinda gay, I think."

"Who’s gonna know?" she said. Then she scooped a little cum from my stomach and held her finger in front of my mouth. "Try it," she said.

So I did. I wrapped my lips around her finger, sucked, and pulled my head back. Her finger made a little popping sound when it left my lips, and I had some of my own cum in my mouth.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

I rolled it around in my mouth and swallowed. "Salty, and kind of slimey, but okay, I guess."

"I like it," she said again, and then bent down and started licking the rest of my cum off my abs, my balls, and my cock. By the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

I looked at her, and over her shoulder I saw my mom watching us from the window. Shit, how long had she been there?

"Umm... not right away," I said. "You’d better do some cleaning before my mom comes home." Hearing that line, my mom hustled back into the living room and out the front door.

"Okay, Rick, but I want to do this again with you!" Jenny scampered back inside, just as my mom ‘came home.’

"I’m back!" said Mom. "How’s the cleaning going?"

"Fine, Mrs. J!"

"Oh, I see that Rick flipped over onto his back. Are you still okay with the nudity?"

"Sure, no problem," said Jenny.

Mom smiled at her, then pointed at her cheek. "You’ve got something there on your face, dear. Let me." Mom wiped the last trace of my cum from Jenny’s cheek as Jenny turned bright red from embarrassment. "Some kind of cleaning gook, I guess," said my mom, still smiling.

"Yeah, I guess," mumbled Jenny, looking at the floor.

My mom looked at me and, as I watched, she sensuously licked my cum from her finger. My mouth dropped open, and my hard-on raged.

Mom smiled. "Well," she said, "I’m going to go wake up my boy. I don’t want him getting too much sun out there." She came outside and pretended to shake me awake. "You’re insatiable," she whispered. "And that girl is only 12 years old!"

"It just kind of happened, Mom," I whispered, feeling guilty.

"I understand, really I do. I was young once, too," Mom said. Now get up and get inside; you really will get burned if you stay out here much longer." She pulled me up off the lounge and pushed me towards the house.

"Shouldn’t I cover up?" I said, pointing to the towel.

"Why?" said Mom. "Jenny’s pretty much ‘seen’ everything already, right?" Jenny looked up at the mention of her name, and stared at me standing there stark naked.

"Right, I guess so," I said, and walked into the house past Jenny, my hard-on bouncing in front of me. As I walked down the hall, I heard my Mom say, "So, Jenny, do you want to help me clean every weekend?"

"Sure, Mrs. J! And, umm, if it’s okay, I’ve got some friends who might like to play, er, clean here, too."

"We’ll see, Jenny," said my mom. "We’ll see."

***

Later that afternoon, I was lying on the bed reading when my mom came in, sat on the bed, and began unfastening my shorts. "Mom?" I said.

She smiled at me as she pulled my shorts down, exposing my cock. "Honey, after what I saw this morning, I realized that you need more than our usual once-a-day ‘treatment.’" She immediately bent down and took my entire soft cock into her mouth.

I quickly hardened as she worked on me, and in no time at all she had me moaning and bucking on bed and shooting my cum into her soft, warm mouth. She looked up at me and let her mouth open a little, and I could see that she was swirling a mouthful of my cum around with her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, then licked her lips and looked at me and smiled.

"God, Mom, thanks!" I said. "But..."

"But what, Sweetie?"

"It’s just not as much fun when you’re dressed. I really like looking at your body."

"Oh. Well, I can fix that pretty fast." She stood up, shucked off her clothes, then laid back down next to me. I turned to spoon into her, and she pushed her butt back against me.

"Rick, I want you to know that any time you want me to get you off, I’ll be there for you. Hand job, blow job, or more. As many times a day as you need."

For the first time I reached around her and put my hands over her beautiful tits. My cock started to harden again.

"Mmmm, nice!" she said. She snuggled back even tighter against me, pressing my cock against her ass crack. I played with both of her tits, paying special attention to her hard nipples. One of my hands moved down and began gently stroking her pussy lips. She moaned and ground her ass against my hard cock.

"Mom, it’s okay for me to be touching you like this, right?"

She sighed, then turned in bed to face me. "No, Sweetie. None of what we’ve been doing lately is right."

"But I just meant..."

"I know, but let me explain. What we’ve been doing is called ‘incest.’ Do you know that word?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Our society believes that incest is wrong, mostly because bad things can happen when close family members have children together."

"I know," I said. "We learned that in school."

"Also, people are afraid that if parents and their kids have sex, it’ll mess up the kids’ heads."

"That won’t happen to me, Mom."

"I know, Rick. You’re a lot like me."

I waited.

"I haven’t always been an old fuddy-duddy, kid."

"Mom, you’re not!"

"Just hear me out. I first started having sex when I was Jenny’s age. I loved it, and I couldn’t get enough. Your old mom is a bit of a nympho, Sweetie. I had to have it all the time." Mom frowned. "After your father died, I pushed my sex drive down deep into a part of me that I’ve kept locked up for four years. But seeing your beautiful naked body and your big fat hard cock
unlocked that part of me, Rick."

I was a little shocked by all of this. Also, I’d never heard my mom say, "Cock" before, or anything stronger than the occasional, "Oh, shit!" when something really bad happened.

"I woke up a little at a time. First, you showed off that gorgeous body to me every morning, and I told myself that it was okay and healthy. Then you wanted to see me naked, and I convinced myself that that was okay, too. Then when I caught you masturbating, I really wanted to do it for you and you made that easy for me. Just a mother who loves her son and wants to
give him some relief and pleasure – nothing wrong with that, right?"

"You bet, Mom!"

"But I’ve always loved sucking cock, so I just had to have yours in my mouth. It was easy to rationalize moving from jerking you off to sucking down your jism: same result, only we were both getting what we wanted, you see?"

"Sure, Mom." Her dirty talk was really turning me on.

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Today when you made me cum out on the patio, though, it became clear to me that what I really want is for you to fuck me. I need your big thick cock deep down inside of me, and I need it now. Can you do that, Sweetie? Can you fuck your mother without screwing up
your psyche?"

"Oh Mom..." I rolled onto her and kissed her deeply and passionately. "I’ve been desperate to fuck you for so long, but I’ve been afraid to even touch you!"

She kissed me and held me to her. "Don’t be afraid, Rick. You can touch me anywhere, and do anything you want to me. But right now, I need you inside me." She reached between us and grabbed my hard-on, and positioned the head of it against her very wet pussy lips. "Have you made love before, Sweetie?"

I was trembling as I felt her lubing my rod with her pussy juices. "Sure, Mom, a few times, but... I’m afraid I’m not very good at it."

She chuckled. "Oh, trust me, you’ll be fine. And we’ll both get better with practice. And, we’ll be practicing quite a lot, I think. I have to warn you, though: I’m a bit of a screamer, and I might bite and I might scratch a little. I sort of go a little crazy when I fuck. Ready?" As she said this, she pushed up a little bit, and the head of my dick pushed between the soft, wet folds of her pussy lips. We both grunted at the same time.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. I think I might have yelled it. "God, Mom, you’re so tight... tighter than Cindy!"

"That’s nothing," she said. "Hang on..." She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto her, and my full 8 inches plunged into her cunt.

The feeling was indescribable. She was so tight that my entire dick felt encased in a hot, slick vise. She started a low moan that quickly rose in volume and pitch. I could feel her vaginal muscles rippling around me. She started bucking and her head thrashed back and forth. It felt like my mom was cumming, and I hadn’t
even started moving yet!

"Mom, are you all right?" I said.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were beginning to tear up, and her breathing was ragged and shallow. "Yes," she panted, "I am." She grabbed my ass harder. "Now, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Sweetie!" I started moving my hips, slowly working up to a good rhythm. "No, goddammit! FUCK ME!!" She started bucking her hips up to meet mine, twice as fast as I was moving.

I got the idea. I started moving faster, really slamming into her, pistoning my cock in and out, grinding my pubic bone against hers as I bottomed out against her cervix. All the while I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock, and her juices spurting out, coating me. The vise-like feeling increased, and I didn’t know how long I could hold out, but I kept slamming into her. Sweat began to drip from my forehead onto her face.

"Yes, YES!!" she screamed. "GOD, OH GOD RICK!! FUCK ME BABY, FILL UP MY CUNT, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!! OH GOD, OHGODOHGOD, AAAAAAGH!!!" Her vocalization was constant now, a mixture of moaning, screaming, and filthy talk, and her fingernails dug into my back. I couldn’t believe that this woman was my own, sweet mother! "SUCK MY TITS, BABY, OH PLEASE, BITE MY NIPPLES!!"

I sucked and nibbled both of her nipples as I continued pounding into her, and then finally felt the approach of my own orgasm.

"Mom, I’m going to cum." I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.

"NO!! Don’t you dare pull out, DON’T YOU DARE! I need to feel you cum inside of me, Rick, I need it!!" She wrapped her legs tightly around me and began to buck up against me even faster, milking my dick, willing me to cum.

"OK, Mom, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! Oh god, Mom! OHHHH!! I’M CUMMING!!" I closed my eyes and rode the waves of my orgasm. I know that there’s really just a little fluid in an ejaculation, but it felt as though I were pumping quarts of jism into my Mom. The sensation was incredible; I almost
passed out from the pleasure of it.

"YES, BABY, YES!!" she screamed. "CUM FOR MOMMY!! CUM WITH ME, BABY!! OH, GOD, YES, I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!"

Finally we were both spent. She stopped bucking against me, and I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing raggedly, and with my chest pressed up against her sweaty tits, I could feel both of our hearts beating a mile a minute. Mom slowly regained her composure, and her eyes focused up onto mine.

"Oh, Rick, Sweetie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to let myself go crazy like that. Did I hurt you at all?"

"No Mom."

"I know I was screaming for a while. Did I say anything too shocking?"

"It was... different. But I liked it. I liked making you do it, Mom. Umm... did I make you cum?"

She burst into laughter. I thought she was laughing at the thought that I’d be good enough to bring her to orgasm. My face burned, and I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed me and forced me to stay deep inside of her.

"Sweetie, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you. You were, in a word, magnificent! You’re a wonderful lover. I’m laughing because I started cumming the second you jammed your cock into me, and I didn’t stop until you came, too, and stopped moving. That’s just the way I’m built. When I make love, I can’t stop cumming until I
feel my lover’s cream spurt inside of me. Weird, huh?"

I kissed her. "Not weird, Mom. Great. It’s excellent that you can cum like that. I loved feeling it, and hearing it, and knowing that I was doing it to you."

"You don’t mind the screaming, Sweetie?"

"No, Mom, it’s a serious turn-on. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again."

"Great, Baby!" Her hand moved between us and encircled the base of my cock, and she started moving her hips. "How about right now?"

"Wow, Mom. And you called ME insatiable!"

"Oh, that reminds me, Sweetie. Jenny and I had a little talk today. She understands that she can’t let any adults know what you did this morning. In return for that, I’m letting her bring two girlfriends over tomorrow to, uh, ‘sunbathe’ with you. OK?" She smiled sweetly up at me, but her smile was replaced with a
gasp and a moan as I started moving in and out of her again.

"Sure, Mom," I said as I pumped her hard. "Maybe I’ll let them put some lotion on my ass."

Mom started cumming and thrashing around again. "Yeah, oh, YEAH RICK, POUND ME!! POUND THAT FAT COCK INTO ME!!
SQUIRT YOUR CUM INTO MOMMY LIKE YOU SQUIRTED IT INTO
JENNY’S MOUTH, LIKE YOUR GONNA SQUIRT IT IN THEIR FACES
TOMORROW WHILE I WATCH, OH GOD, BABY, FUCK ME HARD!!!"

Life is good, huh?

Alright, I can sense your irritation from here so I'll get you hooked by telling you that this story recounts my sexual experiences with a rather....young girl. She was a fully willing participant, I assure you, and she was a treasure to be sure. I defy any of you to resist that ivory complexion, the dark ringlets of silky hair, those radiant green eyes, and blossoming figure. Everything about her was breathtaking, she had an almost regal beauty for someone her age, most people would expect the appeal to be that she WAS childish. That's not the case, I was...and am attracted to her quiet sensuality, her intelligence and maturity for one so young, and her presence. I have no choice but to label myself that foul, hateful word...pedophile...she's only 12 years old, and only just. She was 11 when we started.

Alright, I'm going to get ahead of myself if I don't watch it. I should start with me, I suppose, seeing as the imagery in these stories tends to be kind of important. Now no one believes me when I tell people what I look like over the internet for some reason. I guess separate the pieces don't look so bad, but I assure you that I am by no means any sort of prize. I'm hardly the kind of person you would look twice at...except maybe for one factor. My height. I'm 6'8"...see, you don't believe me, do you? Well I am, and to top it all off I have attention-grabbing red hair. My eyes always seem to be squinting and people say that I always look angry. My head is more square shaped than most people's because my jaw and chin are somewhat more pronounced than the average man's. Also, I hate telling you this, but I have big lips...sort of. Most people have a smaller upper lip than a lower lip....not the case for me. I suppose it's not too noticeable, but I can't help hating it.

I'm the artist type, so I'm constantly sitting in my room drawing something or other, or occasionally I'll try my hand at writing, just for a change of pace. As is the case for this piece, although I don't usually write auto-biographical stuff....it makes me somewhat uncomfortable. That should do, I think, you have fair idea of who I am, and I'm sure that the general tone of this piece will give you some insight as to how my twisted little head works.

I had been watching her for quite some time, I had never considered actually doing anything to the girl. My morals were still that much intact at that point. Aside from that, to force myself on such a creature would have been a crime...and I don't just mean in the literal sense. She would often ride her bike past my house, wearing tight little shorts that gave me a wonderful visual of those silky thighs pumping up and down as she pedaled around the street. Sometimes she would even wear skirts that rode up around her hips while she rode. I used to watch her every single day as she rode around the street. Most times I couldn't resist grabbing hold of my weapon and rubbing myself furiously while I watched her. This went on for some time, me watching her and getting myself off alone. It wasn't until about 8 months ago that things started to develop between us.

I was sitting at the computer, shamefully looking at some pictures of girls around her age. I feel somewhat embarassed, as at this point I hadn't known her name. She was merely a body to me then. I remember seeing her riding up the street past the front yard to mine and my parents' house. I had watched her do this many times, and it seemed like she was going slower than normally, I knew something was different about that day when I saw her face. She had a bashful look on her face and I couldn't tell from where I was, but I think she might have been blushing slightly. I leaned closer to the window, turning off the computer monitor and pulling my fully erect member from my jeans. It gets to a point where it's hard work extracting that thing from one's pants, and I remember having that little problem as I tried to fish my throbbing cock from my jeans. I finally managed to extract it and lightly began stroking it as I watched her. She rode right past my house, I noticed she was in her shortest white skirt, my favorite one. It showed off most of her pale legs and hips, as it rode up further and further she appeared not to notice.

When she was just about right in front of my window her bike fell over sideways. I stood up, alarmed, about to rush out to see if she was alright. It was a good thing I didn't, I almost certainly would have run out with my manhood waving around. I'm just that forgetful. It was awestruck by the sight I saw, and I felt compelled to stroke myself harder than ever. She was laying with her tiny little butt facing me, and her skirt had ridden all the way up. The most amazing thing, however, was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I was presented the sight of two of the most glorious preteen globes of flesh capping two very lovely legs that were currently splayed out on the pavement in an almost submissive way. It took me a while for me to lift my eyes to her face but when I finally did look I noticed with no small amount of horror that she was looking at me with a coy smile on her little face.

I must have done a triple take upon seeing her, for she let out a small giggle and finally managed to stand back up. She began walking her bicycle back down the street where she had come, but before she disappeared from sight she gave me a small little smile and a wave. It took me several minutes to pull my jaw off the floor and regain some form of composure. I couldn't believe what had just transpired. An exhibitionist 11 year old seemed almost unthinkable at that point in my life. I knew then that I had to pursue this further. I think that some part of me knew that I was headed down a road that there was no turning back from, but I honestly didn't care.

The next day she was there again, this time in a pair of skimpy cotton shorts that clung to her curvacious bottom in a most appealing way. I stood right in the window so that she could easily see me, with my member out and pointing directly at her surprised face. I merely smiled as I took my member in my hand and began pumping up and down on the throbbing shaft. She eyed my reproductive organ for a few moments before suddenly seeming to come to her senses she rode back the way she had came. Her face was an interesting hue of red.

I was furious, and I silently cursed myself for scaring her off by acting too fast. I decided to at least wait until the next day before I started damning myself.

She didn't come.

I cursed myself. I had blown it already, just by acting too fast I had ruined what might have become a very interesting relationship with the mysterious girl down the street. I couldn't concentrate at college, my paintings looked like shit and I knew it. My mind was constantly wandering back to the girl.

It went on like that for a week or more, there was no sign of her. I was certain that I would never see her again, and my little ritual of self-manipulation was forever thrown off now that I was missing my little angel. I remember driving my car home from college one day to see her riding her bike down the street, heading towards my car. My heart started beating faster merely by looking at her, I couldn't believe how much I loved just seeing her. When I got close enough I waved...almost bashfully. I let out a visible and audible sigh of relief when she not only returned the wave but flashed me an adorable little smile.

I beamed back at her before passing and pulled into my driveway. When I walked up to my front door I noticed a small slip of paper sitting nestled in between the screen door and the doorframe. I opened the folded piece of paper to see her beautiful flowing writing, it was almost elegant and far more developed than was normal for a girl her age. It simply read.

"I've been thinking about you. Can we talk?"

There was also a phone number scrawled on the bottom of the page. I only assumed and hoped it was hers.

I regarded the note without a word for a few moments before finally looking up the street. A silly grin broke my face near in two as I headed inside. I could scarcely wait to call her. I didn't bother with the whole dating game, phone tag bullshit where the one who receives the number is supposed to wait X number of days to keep Y% of their diginity. That was just a silly formality and a pretense, I wanted to talk to her now and I wanted her to know that I wanted to talk to her. I gave her enough time to get home...or what I assumed was enough time, before I dialed the number.

So there I was, standing in the middle of my dark living room with a phone clutched in my sweaty hand. Each ring brought me that much closer to a heart attack. I felt like I was calling to ask the most popular girl in school out on a date or something. This was idiotic, here I am, a college freshman, getting nervous calling an 11 year old girl....I repeated that in my head but it didn't help any, I remained as nervous and twitchy as ever.

After what seemed an eternity of eternities she answered the phone. I knew it was her just by the sound, it was exactly what I had expected from my little angel. Clear and high and sweet like a silver bell. I only smiled at her shy "h-hello?"

I drew a little bit of solace from the fact that she was as nervous as I was. I managed to find my breath and get out a small, "hello"

So there we were on opposite ends of the phone, neither one of us really knew what to say to the other for a few moments so I decided to break the ice a little.

"Look, I'm sorry about scaring you."

"Oh no, I...I liked it..."

I laughed slightly, "I liked watching you, too. You're very pretty."

She gave a small, girlish laugh and replied shyly, "Thank you."

"So can I know your name? Mine's Joe." I said with some growing confidence.

"I'm Alice." She replied quickly. There was a long silence between us, and then she spoke up again. "Look, I know you've been watching me...and actually, I knew that you were for a long time. I've...I've seen you around and I've been thinking about you a lot and..." She cut herself off, she sounded so desperate and shy and panicked. "I was wondering if we could meet? I really want to meet you..."

I didn't reply right away, because a part of me knew that she was a naive young girl and could have been getting herself into a lot of trouble pursuing an older guy like this. I wasn't the wrong type of guy, I didn't think, but then any guy has to wonder if they're entertaining the thought of having sex with a very young girl. My instinct finally won out over my conscience and I said. "How about now?"

She gasped audibly in surprise or glee, I couldn't tell. There was definitely the hint of a squeal in there somewhere. I only managed a grin.

"Okay!" She finally said happily, "My dad won't be home for another hour so I have time."

"Mine won't be back the rest of the night, so why not come over here?"

"Okay!" She said again.

I smiled, "Alice, I feel like I should warn you against this. I mean, you're going to go to my house when you know full well what my tastes in women are."

She only laughed and hung up the phone. I was giddy with excitement as I stared expectantly out my window. It wasn't long before I saw her in her white skirt and a dark green shirt that clung to her small torso. She was fairly racing down the street, her wavy brown hair flew out behind her head as she rode right up to my front door and knocked, her smile never left her face.

I greeted her my own silly grin and let her inside the house with me. I made sure that no one saw us enter the house together and closed the door behind us. I turned on a few lights so that I could more properly see her. She was a vision with that shy little grin on her face, standing there with her arms folded in front of her, her beautiful green eyes roaming all over the place as she nervously looked around the room. I took a seat on the only suitable piece of furniture in the room, a small leather loveseat, and indicated that she come sit next to me. She did so with only a moment's hesitation.

"What do you say we skip all the pretenses and just be honest as to our intentions?" I said with a grin. She looked nervously at me but grinned back, "I know this is kind of a weird situation....for both of us....but I've been thinking about you a lot for a long time now."

"I know, I....I've been thinking about you and..." She looked down and blushed furiously.

I smiled, "I think I know what you've been doing." I said with a grin, "you've been doing what I was doing when I looked at you."

She only nodded a little, blushing even deeper.

"It's alright, that's why we're here, because we like the eachother. I know you know a little about this stuff now, and what two adults do when they like eachother."

She looked up at me and nodded, and I reached around her waist with one arm and pulled her tiny form closer to mine. She didn't resist at all but instead nestled herself slightly against my hip as I looked directly into her eyes. "I know that some people would think of this as wrong, but I've liked you for a long time now and I can't stop myself any longer."

She only nodded slightly in response, "I...I don't want you to.....to stop yourself." She said breathlessly.

I lowered my head to hers and planted a kiss on her small lips, she rose to meet it and kissed back. I felt her mouth open slightly and I did the same, her small tongue slid into my mouth as I moved against her, pressing her down into the bottom cushion as I leaned over her, the kiss between us grew more passionate, our breathing escalating and growing louder and more ragged.

I placed a hand on her knee and slowly began sliding my hand up her thigh, she only responded by spreading her legs to give me more access to her most sacred areas.

Now I don't know what any of you think, but to have a young girl submissively giving herself to you at such a tender age has got to be one of the most erotic things I have ever had the pleasure to witness. She must have been reacting on pure instinct during those first few wild moments. I remember pulling away from the kiss as my hand neared it's final destination to see her eyes half closed and glazed over with lust as I'm sure mine must have been. I felt the heat from her as I finally placed my hand on her soft and delicate mound, feeling the depression between her lips and pressing my finger slightly into it. She gasped and actually pulled my head back down to hers to meet in a kiss. Our tongues wrapped around eachother and explored the other with unrelenting passion as I began a steady rhythm on her mound. I merely rubbed my hand in slow circles against the dampening crotch of her panties.

I pulled away from the kiss again, much to her displeasure. I assured her, however, that I was going to need my mouth for something much better. She seemed to understand better than a girl her age should, and she only looked up at me with trusting eyes as I reached to the bottom of her shirt and drew it up over her head.

I cannot express in words the beauty of those budding breasts. I can only do the best I can with what little I have, needless to say they were my idea of perfect. Two small hints of breasts only just beginning to sprout from her perfect torso above a slightly round tummy. I slid my hand up her stomach and slid it over her incredibly soft and yielding breast. I gently kneaded the fleshy mound, feeling her hard pink nipple pressing into my palm. Her mouth hung open slightly as she silently watched my ministrations on her body. I gently took her nipple in between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it slightly.

"Ow!" she yelled quickly, but quickly her yells became the faintest of whispers as she whispered to herself, "ow......ow.....uhnn...ow...." in a never-ending series of lust filled remarks. She closed her eyes completely and reared her head back as I gently twisted her tiny little nubbin in my large fingers. She was totally engrossed in the sensation, and only lifted her cute little butt for me when I pulled her skirt down her small legs. She was wearing the cutest little pair of green panties, and I merely admired these for a moment before peeling them off her.

I simply love the way panties come off a girl's pussy, how the crotch always seems to be the very last part to finally come away. Perhaps it was the dampened state of Alice's mound but for whatever reason I was treated to that wonderful little show where I watched more and more of her beautiful navel reveal itself to me until the crotch of her panties pulled away, revealing her bald and beautiful little slit. I tossed her panties aside and had to admire the wonderful craftsmanship of this creature beneath me. If god exhisted, he must have been an artist. That little hairless mound, blushing pink and spread invitingly, with the merest hint of pink flesh glistening underneath and her small little clit, already quite firm and peering out from between her fleshy lips.

I lowered my mouth to her mound, wanting only to bring her pleasure at this moment. To feel her and hear her as she came for me. She lay back on the couch, her legs spread wide, as I let my tongue slide slowly up from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing in between her labia and tasting her and finally ending on her clit, running my tongue in slow circles around it. She moaned out loud, a high, girlish noise, and placed her small hands on the back of my head. I repeated the process, licking slowly upwards and eventually settling in to a rhythmic tonguing of her pussy, paying her tiny engorged clit the most attention as I took it between my lips, and even my teeth, nibbling slightly on it, much to her surprise. She gasped as I nibbled gently on her clit, finally murmuring "harder" to me in a breathy voice. I obliged, biting down the slightest bit harder on her clit, causing her no small amount of pain as I bit down slightly.

"Owww." She groaned lustily and spread her legs even further for me. I moved my hand down that wonderfully flat tummy of hers, pressing one finger inside of her. At this point she was too far gone to protest to anything I might do to her. I pushed two fingers inside of her, reveling in the feel of her slick walls contracting around me. I had only pushed them in to the first knuckle so as not to hurt her. She only squealed slightly as I began to slowly press my fingers into her, I kept biting down on her tiny clit, occasionally giving her labia or clit a quick nip. The girl had a masochistic streak, because she would howl out "owww," and groan and grind her damp pussy onto my mouth, obviously hoping for more attention from my teeth.

I slid my fingers in and out, pressing slightly deeper each time, feeling her beginning to subconsciously thrust back on my fingers, grinding her hips onto me and arching her back. I felt her most sacred barrier resisting me, and I knew she didn't notice at all, not in her severely heightened state of arousal. I knew that I would have to time this right in order for her to permit me to do it. I kept my fingers inside of her as I positioned myself at her holy gate. I fished my throbbin member out of my pants. She opened her eyes and looked at my throbbing cock with a mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear.

Another thing that most people don't believe about me when I tell them online, is that my penis is 9 inches long when aroused. Keeping in mind that I am 6'8" it doesn't seem that unbelievable. Choose to believe or not, at the very least for the purposes of the story, try to imagine what the poor girl was willing to go through to please me and her.

Tendrils of clear pre-cum oozed down onto her navel, collecting in tiny little pools. I placed my cock head at the entrance, she looked at it with her eyes half closed. "Do it." She whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Joe."

That was more than enough for me, I began to slowly push into her. My cock head spread her pussy lips obscenely, and she chewed on her lower lip, watching as I penetrated her for the first time. She winced slightly as I inched deeper into her, her muscles tightening around me rhythmically as I invaded her depths. I pushed warmly, wetly into her until I felt her hymen. I looked down at her with tenderness in my eyes, and she returned the look and gave me the slightest of nods. I knelt down and kissed her passionately as I pressed against her hymen. She kissed back passionately, her tongue fighting with mine. She began to let out high pitched squeals of pain as I increased the pressure, but she never stopped kissing even when I finally tore through her hymen, pushing forward another three inches into her.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, her mouth open in a frozen scream, her breathing coming in shallow breaths and a few tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.

"Alice...are you alright?" I asked, looking down at her and the blood leaking down around my shaft. Her only response was a nod and a "please"

I took her meaning and continued pushing into her, feeling more and more of her take me inside of her as I explored deep within her. Her vaginal walls contracted against me as I further invaded her.

"deep." she gasped as I continued pushing in, "is it all in?" she asked me with a hint of desperation in her voice. I continued pushing deeper within her wordlessly, I had about three inches left to go, and when she lifted her head and looked down at what was left she started breathing harder and looking up at the ceiling. "Finish it." she moaned.

I nodded and with one quick, savage thrust, finished pushing inside of her. I was now fully immersed and inside of her as she lay there, gasping. Her beautiful chest heaved as she got used to being filled. I allowed her to get used to it for a few more moments and finally began pulling out slightly. She let out a desperate "No!" but then moaned loudly when I pushed back in. I slowly pulled out of her and pushed back in, beginning a slow rhythm inside of her.

It didn't take her long to start responding and automatically thrusting her tiny hips back up at me as my thick pole slid in and out of her. Her hairless pussy swallowed me up whole as I moved slowly in and out of her, I pulled out almost all the way and plunged back, deep within her. Each inward thrust bringing the head of my cock against her cervix. I moved in and out of her, increasing my tempo as my orgasm began to build. It was indescribably tight inside of her and it felt like she was squeezing the blood out of my cock as she began approaching her own orgasm. I wanted us to come together more than anything as I began speed up even more in and out of her. The noise of my powerful thrusts filled the room. They were the obscene squelching noises that seemed to fit better in a pornographic video than in our situation, but the two of us were too fargone to care about such trivial matters as we both peaked together, her contracting wildly around my weapon and seemingly sucking me deeper into her and me erupting in a powerful tide of thick, white cum.

The two of us were sweating profusely now, and as I flipped her tiny nude form so that she was resting on top of me, I gently caressed her buttox. "Don't pull out yet," she whispered as she nuzzled against me. I only nodded and kissed her forehead softly as I felt myself gradually softening inside of her.

We lay like that for God knows how long, both of us enjoying being in eachother's presence and reveling in the scent of the other, of the feel of it. It was the first time we lay together, but we both knew that it wouldn't be the last. I finally withdrew my soft tool from her pussy, releasing a veritable flood of our mixed cum and trace amounts of her blood.

"When can I see you like this again?" Alice asked me softly, staring into my eyes as her head rested on my chest.

I smiled at her warmly and planted a soft wet kiss on her lips, the merest hint of our tongues pressing against eachother as we lay like that. "Whenever we want, my parents are going out of town this weekend." I said. She smiled back at me, "I can say I'm going to a friend's house for the weekend." She said mischeviously. I grinned back at her, the prospects of what could happen with an entire weekend with her were simply dazzling.

I finally sent her home, Lord knows how distraught she must have been with my dried cum staining the inside of her thigh and filling her up. I only smiled as he gave me a final wave, disappearing from my sight.

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