Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2011 19:18:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Markus Berger <mb_stories@yahoo.com>
Subject: After the Double Wank - 1 (bi inc)

AFTER THE DOUBLE WANK - 1
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Warning: It's a fantasy for adult readers at legal places only, as it deals
with sexual activities between two pubescent brothers and a woman with her
underage son, but has some basically true events in it.

Bisexual incest -  b/t, f/t

After the Double Wank
by mb_stories 2011

Double Wank -- 6 ended with:

"Yeah, I'm a wimp ... fuck me apart and destroy me now ... call Werner to
cut all my junk off and make me cold ..."

And right: If that was possible he really got some extra strenght from
somewhere and grabbed my neck and then pressed like a vice, and I felt the
lack of breath and choked and moaned and only barely felt another slap and
... cummed and jerked and cummed and felt him hottly fill my ass and slap
my face a few more times, playful though.

Then I fainted ... or so I thought I had, as I then heard him calling me
softly:

"Hey, Markie boy -- come, open your eyes ... pleease ..."

I heard that and enjoyed it to hear, but stupidly had then to grin and
prompt got a slap -- on my fucked ass this time though.

"I just worried, you damn' ... but you're here again ... would not know
what to say to Clara why you're not around anymore to fuck her, huh, my
wimpy boy?" he then brought out and briefly kissed me ... onto my mouth,
before flexing his frame and sending me to my bed.

I wanted first to think what he'd said, the fake slaughter game that was
waiting for me tomorrow and the fuck with Peter's mom, but I guess we both
drifted off in a minute then -- both happily in their own way !

*

After the Double Wank

Part 1 of 2

It got a bit windy in the night, and when I could hear raindrops knocking
at the half open window, I got up and closed it, then heard the clock in
the living room chime 2 times, and without waking up Tom, who was sound
asleep, I tiptoed out and carefully went into mom's bedroom.

She was also awake and just about to close her window too and was startled,
when I suddenly showed up behind her.

"Jesus Mark -- but you don't wanna talk now, huh?"

"Uh, no, no -- just wanted to see you, and ..."

"Yeah?"

 "Well, Tom is nice, you know ..."

"You're sure about? Because I just wanted to talk about that tension I
always can feel between you and him ... and the abuse he's committing by
taking advantage of his stronger build. I really don't want him to use you
like a rag ... no, no, let me say that, I know that he's using you, just
let me see ..."

And then her hand was gliding over my bum, then over my front, which of
course was not damp anymore; but starched Tom's skimpy yellow pajama pants
he'd lent me was.

"Mark, I know what that is, as there were just enough briefs and shorts and
pajamas in the laundry to wash! So what do you have to say about that stain
here? And put your nut sac under, it looks out there almost in full glory!"

"Uh shit yeah - sorry ... but mom, please ... it's not that bad as you
think, and he'd just said that he loved me -- honestly," I assured her.
"He really said that?" mom wondered.

"Sure, just when he came back from Peter ... and he'd even kissed me onto
my mouth, mom! He's better now, I'm pretty sure, 'cause we have an
agreement !"

"So? Hm ... and do you think you can manage it with him now and with that
... uh, agreement, whatever it is?"

"Of course I can; I'm not a wimp ... uh, I mean not so much of a wimp
anymore -- night mom," I then wanted to go, before I was talking a thing
away, just gave her a kiss onto her cheek.

"Well, let's hope that; night Markie," she said with softly caressing my
neck.

Back in our bedroom I sneaked over to Tom and managed to briefly kiss his
soft lips, and driven by my stiffening banana, my hand was searching under
the blanket for his treasures and found first his warm nuts, but then I
stopped short, as I felt I shouldn't overdue it and set Tom's new regime
for me in danger.

Therefore I withdrew my hand, sniffed its fingers and then got a real
boner, as I could make out a slightly musky scent from Tom's hours before
discharged tools.  That way horny I simply couldn't go to bed and resume my
sleep, but also not wanted to cum again in Tom's nicely dried up little
pajama panties I was wearing, and so for once decided to send my sperms
down the toilet.

I had already put the waistband below my often more tight then hanging
balls and was pre-wanking my banana dick in the hall when walking to the
toilet ... and then it was ME to startle, as the toilet door just opened,
when I was about to reach for the handle.

"Jeses -- Mark again? Uh, what are you doing with your naughty hand down
there? Leave it in peace, or it might squirt all over here and ..."

"Not THAT mom ... just need to pee," I lied, when interrupting her, and
with the pants pulled up passed by throu the open door, just to turn again
and ask for toilet paper, as the holder for the rolls was empty.

"Oh yeah Markie boy -- YOU and toilet paper just because you have to pee,
huh?"

"Uh, but mom, pleeeease ..." I did not know what else to say, and my dick's
head tingled badly, what let me squeeze it throu the fabric even before
mom's eyes.

"Wish you both and you especially were 3 or 4 years older and had that war
of the hormones won already," she sighed to me, asking then to come with
her, as she had soft paper hankies I could use.

Well, I really thought she would hand a packet over to me, but instead she
went to open the small light on her night stand, asked how many I would
need, and I replied "Three!" which she was pulling out and just said that I
could do it right were I stood.

"But mom, I ..."

"Oh gosh -- I will turn and you can turn as well of course, silly -- just
do it now and then go to sleep again!"

And with that she went to the window, turning her back to me, and I
shrugged, pulled the waistband of the thin skimpy pajama pants again down
under my tight and ready to shoot sac, unfolded the three hankies, held
them with my right open palm and gripped my curved 5-incher with it,
wrapping my thin fingers around the uppermost 3rd and wanked away.

"Ungh -- ughh," it already came out of my half open mouth after a dozen
strokes.

"What?" mom asked, without turning.

"N-nooothing ... it's ... because ... always ...  before it ... ungmm ..."

"Before what? Does it hurt?" mom whispered.

"N-nooo ... it's when it's soon ... then I must m-moooaaan ... and then
... then it, oh gooood mom, it ... it co - cooommmmes s-soooon ..."

"Jeez! Already?"

"Ye -- yeeaahhhhhhh ... ohh shiii ... nn -- nooowwww ... ah ... he -- heelp
meeee - mnnghh ... mooom ... lo -- looove youuuu ... ohngg ... mngh ... ah
... ahhhh ..."

"Jeses boy, take it easy! Boy oh boy, it shakes you that bad? My goodness,
I didn't know anymore that cumming was such a hard work," mom then rushed
to me and held my small arched frame on my narrow shoulders, watching me
jacking off erratically, until my spasms died away and my wanking hand was
after several shorter jerks stopping.

"Oh dear -- my Markie boy becomes a man down there between his thin
thighs," mom said and hugged me tightly to her right afterwards, planting a
long kiss onto my forehead and had not to bend for that, because she was
not that much taller then I ... or had I grown a bit in height too?

"Hey -- watch my hand ... it's stuck," I whispered, still breathing aloud
and pulled my panties up to cover my freshly spent tools, as mom gave me
some space.

"Oh I see ... your slippery hand has touched my nightie! Well, why the heck
shouldn't I not also have a cum stain like all others in our family, huh?"

"But MOM!" I gave back.

"Yes, yes, but now don't worry, just give me the hankies to throw away,"
she said, and I hesitantly gave her the inside rather wet bunch of tissues,
which she used to clean some spunk reminders away from my fingers, taking
quite some time for that, before putting it into her short nightgown's
pocket.

Then she glared down and said, that something from my bag and from my
birdie was again out there, and I looked too and blushed, shoving my left
egg under the hem and pushed my cockhead below the waistband, grinning
sheepishly at her.

"Why so shy, Markie? I've seen your and Tom's thingies for years, hihihi
...

"Sure mom, but now it's sort of growing, you know."

"Oh, that's why? And now I'm not allowed to see it anymore?"

"Gee mom! I mean, if you want and nobody looks you can, but it looks
different now, and ..." I trailed off.

"But of course it is, still rather thin, but quite long for your frame I
must say, like your ... the one that would be your dad had one too, back
then ..."

"He had?"

"Yeah."

"And a long one too?"

"Uh-huh, and still a bit thin too," mom added

"Straight or with ... uh, like with a curve? I mean when he had a stiffy,"
I needed to know.

"Oh gosh, that's quite some time ago ... wait, but maybe it was going a bit
to the left ..."

"Really? How old he was then, when ... uh, I mean when you and he... you
know," I blushed.

"Do you really want to know that now?"

"Yeah; last year you've said you would tell me later, and now it IS later;
so pleease ..."

"Well," she said, taking then my hand and guiding me to her bed where we
sat, before continuing:

"I'm 29 and you're just 13, so how old was I when you was born?"

"Six ... sixteen only?"

"Yeah, only 16, and take some 9 months away when you've been in my belly,
that makes about, huh?"

"Around fifteen then! Not more? And ... he?"

"He? Gosh, but don't tell anybody, also not to your brother, OK?"

"No mom, sure ... how old?"

"He was in vacation at his grands next to us and then celebrated his
birthday there, and I was the only one he'd invited, so ..."

"How -- old -- mom !"

"OK ... fourteen ..."

"You say ..." I was stunned.

Pause

"He could not be a dad at that age, huh?"

"No Markie."

"And, where's he now?"

"Don't know -- in Canada I once heard.

"But why didn't he come to see after me? Because I am his son anyway, huh?"

"Yes you are, but he didn't know that his birdie could make me a baby, nor
guessed I, and I never told anybody who was the one who'd made you, Mark
..."

"Oh that way it was ..." I sighed.

"Yeah."

"Was he a strong ma ... uh, boy?"

"Well, he was almost a head taller then you and a bit skinny, not really
strong with muscles and so, more with narrow shoulders and an undeveloped
chest ... a slim, but very friendly boy, Mark," mom seemed to dream of.

"You've said last time that he'd also blond hair like me?

"Oh, he'd even been blonder with almost white blond colored hairs, silky
soft."

"Uh, and down here too?" I wanted to know, pointing at my crotch.

"Markie, what a question ... but he had indeed some blond pubes, not much
yet tough ... and you? Got some hairs already, huh?" mom then turned the
spear.

"Me? Uh ... just scratched them off!"

"Oh come-on! Really? Let me see!"

"Now?"

"Well, if you not want ..."

"OK ... but ... eew ... I have a stiffy again," I said and was slightly
embarrassed, more though because of its curve to the left then by the
erection. At the other side I really wanted to talk with her about all that
stuff and maybe would know more then Tom and behave better, when I had to
fuck Peter's mom.

"Markie, you don't have too show me, but if you want, I would like to see
where you had some hairs," she said, and there was a slight tremble in her
voice and made me aware that it was not just about to show her if my
fingernails were clean.

"I want, mom, but ..."

"But what?"

"My stiffy -- it has a curve ..."

"Oh dear -- some are straight, some bent to the front, others to the left
or right, some are thin, others thick ..."

"OK, but don't laugh! -- See?" I'd given myself a push and pulled the
pajama pants' waistband down to my thighs.

"Jeez Markie ! But hey -- that's a gorgeous bird and looks with that bow
very special to me, as it reminds me at your ... uh, you know ...and what
for a very awesome egg sac it has already hanging beneath! Gosh, I've seen
that you were growing, at least between your legs, dear, but didn't know it
was THAT big already! Beautiful, Markie boy -- very beautiful !"

"Really? Oh wow -- thanks mom ... but my hairs here ... uh, where they've
been before ... look!" I then said, pointing with my digit to the left and
right of my banana's base.

"Oh there? Let me feel it ... yeah, there were indeed some, not much
though, but a week or two and they're back and will greet your very tasty
looking banana again," she brought out.

"Tasty you've said? Would you ... you know, taking it into your mouth maybe
and ... suck on it?" I just wondered, and felt my dick twitch at that
thought.

"Suck? Gosh Markie -- I'm just your mom and not your girlfriend ... or Tom
and little Peter ... and I guess Alex too ...am I right?"

"You know that?" I just admitted more or less willingly.

"Well, I even know more then you think, like with that electrician who
seemingly had to check our installation last Wednesday ... or you going
with Tom all the time down to the capital to work at the scrap yard there,
and instead of dirty hands and clothes you especially come back with
stained briefs and shorts ..."

"Oh mom, I'm soooo sorry and not happy ... I not really want to be a sissy
for men you know, but that's what Tom has said, and I'm afraid he's right,
mom ..."

That admitted, tears were welling up and watering my eyes.

"Shhhh Mark ... listen, I'm not really angry about, just a bit sad that I
could not prevent you from renting your small body out. Not that I agree
Tom doing it also, but it hurts me more if you ..." she trailed off.

Pause

"Mom, I don't need to go to men anymore if you not like it, I ... I would
... I mean: can I do it with a girl then?"

"Jeez Markie -- what are you just always thinking about sex! What for a
girl then?"

"Well, Alex knows a neighbor girl and had fingered her already," I told her
and what I've heard Tom was saying in the afternoon.

"OK, Alex is already around 14, and that girl too I guess."

"No, she's nine, mom."

"Nine only? Hm, at least she cannot get a baby yet," mom thought aloud.

"Then I could bum her too, if she wants me to do?"

"My goodness Markie, don't act like a horny dog now ... oh, but what's
coming out of your birdie there?"

"It's leaking mom, because my sperms want to come out ... if they're still
alive, that is ..."

"Jeez again Markie boy -- what for a nasty talk we have! Of course they are
alive -- at least some I guess, but I really don't know what to say and how
you know ... uh, anyway I think. So you would like it then, bumming that
girl, Mark?"

"Yeah mom, 'cause I never could bum anybody till now -- they all do always
just me, because I was made to please them they say ..."

"They say ... and are most certainly right, and now you want to show
yourself and others that you can do it too, huh?"

"Yes mom, that exactly is it! And when I've done that girl, I want to fuck
Peter too ..."

 "Oh good Lord, I've got a bisexual boy as a son then it seems ... what to
say, huh?" she seemed at the end of her Latin.

"Just say 'yes', mom, I'll be careful and let nobody know ... uh, maybe
Alex has to know, because I don't know that girl yet."

"Gee, my slim and just a bit pubescent boy wants to fuck that young girl
but don't know her yet; what to say about that again -- gosh! What if I'd
say NO? Would you then do it anyway?"

"Don't know, but maybe yes ... but wouldn't tell you afterwards," I said,
not looking into her eyes.

"Hm -- if I say YES, then you would tell me when you'd done it?"

"Oh yes, I really would, believe me mom!"

"Everything? Also with Tom and other boys or ... MEN?"

"Yeah, sure mom; I even would tell you when I'd had a wank ... or just am
about to have one ... if you want; want?"

"You're quite a teaser, Markie boy, and I must admit that I want at least
once to see how you're doing it yourself ... not into hankies like before,
but just on your bare birdie with your small bare hand -- that's what I
want to see!"

"So it is a YES?"

"Yes, I guess it IS a yes then !"

"WOW MOM!"

I was hugging her instantly and very emotionally, almost jumping at her in
fact, and promptly she fell backwards onto her bed together with me on top
of her.

"Ohhhhh ... Markie," mom sighed and gave me a kiss onto my cheek and pulled
me more a bit to her left side, where I snuggled up onto her neck, putting
my left hand onto her nightie-covered breasts, wondering then:

"Mom, why some women have so huge breasts and you almost nothing?"

"But Mark my dear; it's the same as with the birds: some are huge and some
small, understand?"

"Yeah, I guess ... and mom?"

"What?"

"I like it the way yours are, just like small bulbs," I whispered and let
my flat hand roam just a bit there.

"Unghhhh ... Markie ... uh, and I like the way your birdie looks, so
wonderful slim, still developing and with that significant curve to the
left ..."

"So you don't think it's just a thin wrecked banana?"

"Jeez -- wrecked banana! I would like to have it once in my ... Uh, I mean
it looks just so perfect to me ..." she then blushed.

"Where do you'd wanted it, mom?" I dared to ask, and then I also had a
tremble in my voice.

She though didn't say anything, was just looking at me and at my crotch.

"Mom, I think I know what you've wanted to say, and I would do it, happily
I would, if you just would let me then. See, it's more leaking now and very
tingly up in my banana ..." I almost complained to her.

"Banana! Its not a banana, Mark ... and in fact also not a birdie or bird
like I was naming it all the time; it's a penis, or cock, or dick ... and
girls and women have a vagina, a slit, a pussy or a cunt ... understand?"

"But sure, mom; I just didn't know you knew that too ..."

"You silly, silly Markie boy! Just come ..." she said and pulled me more to
and onto her to kiss my mouth tenderly, what I ever so tenderly gave back.

At the same time with her moving me a bit up, her short nightie slipped up
too, just enough that my dick was brushing at her small bush she had there,
and despite my curve, the head of my thin banana went into something warm
and soft, just barely an inch, but we both froze instantly at the touch of
our genitals and just looked into each others eyes.

As the tension between us rose with accelerated heartbeats and my dick
began to swell more and our breath became shallow, I had to swallow first,
before croaking as quietly as possible:

"Shall I better go to sleep, mom?"

"You can for sure if you want, but I'm afraid it's already too late, Markie
..." she whispered, and I was asking then right away, if it meant that I
could stay like that on her for a while more, what she approved with quick
nods, before giving me a long soft kiss onto my mouth, just that, without
tonguing mine.

"Can we pull the duvet up, mom?"

"OK, but later then you need to see your own bed; not that Tom wakes up
with his brother nowhere around, Mark!" she said.

"Yeah mom, just after then ..." I nodded to her and helped with my left to
bring the duvet up, carefully though, as I didn't want to slip out of her,
but then even sank more in, as the cover came up to our necks.

Briefly we then smiled at each other, but differently then usual, more like
a stoned smile it was, and we both knew why, at the latest when her left
came up under the duvet to gentle grab my neck from behind, whereas her
right at the same time slipped down my small back, resting then on top of
my little bum, before gliding a bit more down between my crack, where one,
then two of her fingers were probing my rosebud.

"Slip both in, mom; I cannot hold it for much longer!" I encouraged her
hoarsely, and then, as soon as my sphincter gave way, I was already tensing
on her.

"Gosh Markie -- wait, not yet!" she whispered nervously, but it was too
late already, as groans and moans escaped my gaping mouth like:

"Unnggmmmpff ...mnngh ... mnngh ... ohhh ... oh ... oohhhhh ..."

Then it was over and I sank back onto her, asking if I still could be that
way for a while longer or pull my dick out.

"No, no -- please stay ... and leave your banana in me, my Markie boy,
because I hadn't my feeling yet and might need you just another time after
you've recovered some," she said, caressing my back with her left and
adding, "does it disturb you with my fingers still in your bum?"

"Not at all, but what do you mean with the feeling, mom?"

"You don't know that? Hey, girls and moms also can cum, not like boys and
men, but the nice tingling feeling we have as well, understand?"

"Oh, you mean all the same with jerking and shuddering and nice afterglow
and so?" I wondered.

"Of course, and I want that too and maybe had have it, had you not squirted
your load already," she said.

"Oh gosh mom, but what if you'll get a baby now?"

"Jeez, that thing on the other hand my son knows, huh? But don't worry,
'cause since the surgery a couple years ago that won't happen anymore,
Mark, therefore ..." she then grinned at me.

"Then I could? All the time ... fuck with you?"

"Hey! IF it would happen again, then it had to be love, not just fuck, but
you need to know that this is considered incest what we're doing, and the
laws do not allow that."

"Inc ... what?  And what for a law if we both like it? And then you're my
mom and have to teach me how, or I might not do it nicely when I will see
that girl and had then to take her better like I'm get taken always, you
know, bumming her bum then, hihihi ..."

"You silly kid," she grinned too and tousled my hair with her left, but
then fingered me with her right and said, that it was time for a right
fuck, if I was naming that already and told me to do it like Tom and Alex
and probably more then just one man had already done with me.

"It's the same style, Markie, just that it goes into my pussy instead of
the bum. Now go ahead, try it and give the best you can!"

"OK mom, but don't laugh if I'm not so good!"

"I won't ... but you ARE good with that longish cock and mighty sac you're
walking around -- now just go!"

That way encouraged I nodded and slowly lifted my bum a bit, an inch
probably, then let myself down again onto her, and lifted some more - and
pushed down and deeper into her pussy, and up - and down, then slowly a bit
faster up and down, up and down, up and down; then faster again up - down,
up - down, up - down; then up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down-up-down
...

Then mom was pushing the duvet swiftly back below my bum with her left,
whereas her other hand's fingers worked inside, then brought her left back
up to tightly hold me neck in place, saying:

"Need ... to see ... you ... fu ...cking ... meee ... boy ..."

I opened my eyes and met the painful-ones of my mother.

"Ye -- yeahhhh ... I ... am ... fuck ... ing ... you ... now ... mum
... my!" I panted, sensing the familiar feeling rolling towards me with a
so far unknown , very extraordinary strength.

"I ... know ... Mar ... kie, I ... know. It's OK ... boy ... we ... both
... need it ... baaaa ... dly. Just ... do it ... just ... go ahead," she
already rather short-breathed brought out.

My big mature ball sac slapped quite loudly at her perineum, and I just
thought then that we two matched not that bad. She was a small, lean woman,
still good in shape, and I, some three weeks past 13, had not the faintest
disgust for doing sex with older people; after all, or even because she was
my mom!

"Mom!" I then croaked

"Mark?"

"Um, fuck ... my ... butt ... with ... THREE ... fingers, p ... pleeease!
Your's ... are sooo ... thin!"

I was in power now, at least for that part of life.  And she did it, pulled
all out and then inserted one, then a second and a third finger into my up
and down bobbing anus.

"Mom, my ... bird ... is soon ... done ... ohhhh ... " I shouted, when
feeling my nuts pulling up in its fat tight bag.

"My ... puhh ... pussy ... too ... ohh ... Maaaarkie ... ahhhhhh ... ahhhhh
... ahhhhh ... ahhhh ... aaahhhh ... aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh ..." my mother
moaned.

And then there was something smooth and hard at once clamping down on my
bird inside her, not too strong, yet it did the trick!

Then the bodies of us both just shook and rocked on her bed; maybe twenty
or thirty seconds long.

"Mom, I'm ... oh ... oh gosh ... mummyyyyyy ... ahhnggggg ... I'm ... also
... cuuummmmminggggg ... ngggg ... ngggg ... unnnggg ... ahhnggg ... ungggg
... unnngggg ... ahhh ... ahhhhhhhhhhh ... ppphhhooooooooo ..." I groaned
and moaned, exhausted at the end.

Then, after both had landed from space, she hissed:

"Oh Markie boy; what for a very strong ... bird you've got! That thin it
is, but it were ... almost ... ten shots; ten, Mark! Too bad, that ... the
last 3 or 4 ... were just blinds, but nevertheless -- it was ... a very
good ... shag!"

She left her three fingers in my ass, then took the duvet back with her
left, pulled it halfway over us, then gripped my neck again and came with
her mouth up to kiss my lips, two, three and more times, briefly always,
and all the time moving her fingers inside my bum, and I with my dick just
half deflated became a boner again.

"Can I ... one more?" I asked, not yet fully recovered and still panting a
bit, but was already lifting my bum some.

"Oh my goodness Markie, I can feel your bird has just stiffened again; but
you should not overdue it and go to sleep, boy," she argued.

"Pleeease, just one more time, a fast one!" I begged.

"Well, but just this one then!" she whispered, and pulled me down onto her,
and I started with the humping right away.

I was a bloody amateur of course, but my mother enjoyed it as well as I
did.

'Tom was right,' I thought, while my small bum went up and down, faster and
faster, 'fucking is really cool !'

"You will ... soon ... become ... a good fucker, Mark. There will be
... not only that 9-year-old girl .... waiting for you, if .... she let's
you, but ... lots of older girls ... waiting for you ... to nail them!" she
hissed throu her heavy breath.

"And ... if there is ... just a boy?" I wondered, panting too.

"Then ... you ... bring him ... home ... and do ... his butt ... here in
your ... bed ... aahhhhh ... ooaaahhhhh! ..." she cried, and I swiftly
joined her with my several spasmodically jerks and "Unnggggg's".

After I had again shot what was most likely not much more then a lot of hot
air into my mother, we lay there for almost half an hour with me snuggled
up to her side, until she was carefully lifting the duvet, shaking me
softly and asking to get up to see my bed, as it was almost 4 am.

I was yawning, rolled away from her and out of bed and had already a
morning woody, when pulling Tom's yellow skimpy pajama shorts up.

"Wait, I wanna say good night to your birdie," she said and pulled my pants
a bit down, then carefully took my stiff boy cock, shoved its foreskin back
and just kissed the small bare helmet, before starting to gentle stroke my
slim banana.

"What for a steel hard thin tube you've got," she said in awe, but then
stopped wanking me.

"Nooo mom, don't stop now; please do me right and whack me off," I begged.

"Sure you wanna cum again?" she asked, already halfway out of her bed, then
came out and got onto her knees after my hasty nodding, showing me that
she'd not forgotten how to please a man ... or a boy then, when she'd
started to wank the lenght of my banana with her tender small fist, then
did to do just the tip, while kneading my heavy scrotum at the same time,
until ...

"OUCH !" I more sighed then shouted, after she'd engulfed my curved upper
part of my dick and was sucking me off wonderfully, till it was lifting me
more and more onto my toes, as I was about to cum and then tried to fill
her mouth, but what was just barely a teaspoon full of white thick sauce my
nuts had been able to generate over that short time ... or then it came
from the other egg, so I'd thought.

That seen in her open mouth after she'd let my banana slip out, she swirled
it around with her tongue and then swallowed, looking at me very intensely.

"Tasty?" I asked and for once not wondering, that women also liked to
swallow cum, not only men and boys.

"Sweet -- the best a boy has and never will have again, when he's older,
Markie; but now please go back and just tell something about a hard time
you've had at the loo, should Tom wake up and ask; that what had happened
here though needs to be our only secret -- never forget, OK?"

"OK and for sure not -- night mom!"

"Night Markie!"

Then we kissed briefly, before already on the way to the door I turned and
whispered:

"Thanks for helping me to fuck you, mom -- that was just so fucking hot !"

"Uh ... I thank YOU, my Markie boy !"

A brief last wink, then I was out, closed the door silently and tiptoed to
our boys bedroom, heard Tom slightly snore and slipped quickly into my bed
and felt totally satisfied, or better: satiated -- at least for the moment.

Then I was drifting away ...

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