Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 11:02:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey (1)

   This story is offered as a work of fiction, its content purely
fabricated in the mind of the author. If any potential reader is underage,
or offended by the subject of underage sexual activity, or the practice of
incest, then a pass is recommended. All comments to the email below are
gratefully reviewed, and will be elicit a response from the author.

Joey (1)
By
Storyguy22


   Lisa rolled her head sideways on the pillow, peering again at the dimly
glowing numbers of the digital clock on the night stand. She sighed
heavily, frustrated at not being able to shut off the sordid thoughts that
continued to run through her mind. Damn it, she thought, after 3:00
a.m. and still no chance of falling asleep. She sighed again, her arm
moving under the soft sheet, as her hand crept over her bare thigh, the
fingers threading through her closely trimmed pubic thatch, before lightly
stroking the swollen lips of her very moist pussy.

   A soft moan of pleasure escaped from her pouty mouth, as her fingertip
grazed over her swollen clit, and her thoughts once more focused on Joey,
her very nearly thirteen year old son, and the earlier events of the
evening. God, I am so sick, she chastised herself, her head rolling side to
side on the pillow in denial, as her fingers continued to explore her
inflamed pussy lips, and her now rigid clitoris. Touching him that way, my
own son, for God's sake, what in hell was I thinking...God...!

   A small shudder washed over her slender body, and she closed her eyes,
picturing clearly the image of Joey, as he had come back to the living room
following his bath, dressed, as had long been his habit, in only his small,
white briefs, his flawless skin glowing a soft pink tone from the hot water
of his recent bath. For as long as Lisa could remember, it had been like a
nightly ritual, Joey going off for his bath after dinner, as she tidied up
the kitchen, then, moved to the living room to settle onto the large
sectional sofa in front of the television, to await Joey's return. Night
after night it was the same, with rare exception, such as him entertaining
a friend overnight, or his own absence somewhere, and until tonight it had
been nothing more than mother and son bonding, a measure of time spent in
quiet, peaceful, reflection on the day.

   The pattern was consistent, nearly clockwork-like in the small drama
that brought closure to the day for mother and son. Joey would appear
beside the sofa, his pillow in hand, and Lisa would smile warmly at him,
her motherly pride swelling, as she savored his budding transition from
boy, to man, her practiced eye quickly assessing his slender young body,
and the slowly evolving changes that were taking place as he approached his
teens. Even with his advancing age he showed no desire to alter his long
standing pattern of wearing only his small briefs during this time of quiet
togetherness, and, Lisa was forced to admit that emergence of his
blossoming maturity was, indeed, becoming more evident in recent weeks, or
months, with the emergence of his muscular development, his more defined
biceps, pec's, and a tightening of his formerly baby-soft abdomen. And, she
thought, her minds eye conjuring up a clear image of her son standing next
to the sofa, as her fingers strummed over her very slick pussy lips, his
package, oh yes, his package was very definitely...developing nicely. She
shuddered again, the breath catching in her throat, as she manipulated her
stiff clit between two fingers, sensing the slippery wetness of her flowing
pussy, and the heat between her legs.

   Keeping her eyes tightly closed, Lisa let her mind play out it's
incredibly sharp images of Joey, nearly naked, and glowing pink, his
dazzling little smile flickering over his lush lips, as he settled his
pillow onto her lap as he did nearly every night since he had been just a
small boy, then, dropping onto the sofa beside her, as the fresh soap, and
shampoo, scents wafted over her. She usually ruffled his freshly washed
hair at that point, and often planted a soft little kiss on his creamy
smooth cheek, as he stretched his coltish legs along the sofa, and lay
down, his head on the pillow in her lap. Rolling onto his side then, Joey
would lose himself in whatever saga that played out over the television, as
Lisa let her gaze travel over her son's smooth body, taking motherly pride
in his youthful beauty. She had always loved his shapely legs, and trim
little ankles, even his feet, she thought, were cute, and loveable. She
settled her gaze on the small, perfectly shaped rise of his taut little
butt, and the smoothness of his back, and rounded shoulders, and was unable
to resist the urge to touch the silken skin, her palm moving to his back,
where she slowly stroked the warm, smooth skin, eliciting a small purring
sound from Joey. And so had been their little ritual, night after night,
always peaceful, and relaxing, enjoyed until Joey began drifting off to
sleep, when she would rouse him, and tuck him into his bed to sleep the
sleep of angles.

   But, tonight had been different, very different, indeed, and Lisa's mind
switched into mental fast-forward, quickly playing it forward, to the
earlier events of this evening, as her fingers delved deeper into her
hungry pussy, and her heart beat rapidly in her chest. Joey had, at some
point, shifted himself on the sofa, stretching, then rolling backward until
he was flat on his back on the sofa, his head still planted on the pillow
in her lap. She had looked down at him, seeing his eyes closed, and a
content expression on his boyish face, and she had smiled, thinking yet
again how nearly pretty he was for a boy. He had inhaled, holding it
briefly, then, exhaled long, and deep, and settled comfortably into the
cushions, his lithe body relaxing completely, his nearly hairless arms at
his sides, as his head rolled slightly sideways on the pillow. For all
appearances, he was already asleep, and Lisa had smiled proudly, letting
her gaze drift over his body lovingly. Without conscious thought, she had
then lifted her arm, and gently placed her palm on Joey's hairless chest,
slowly moving it back and forth, savoring the creamy smoothness, and
warmth, of his skin, as he purred softly under her light caress. She had
continued to stroke her son, her mental attention partly on the television,
as her hand moved over his softness, moving across his chest, and lightly
fingering the small nubs of his nipples. She let her fingertip circle the
nickel-sized little pillows of dark skin, tweaking the tiny tips into
stiffness, so they emerged like tiny erasers against her exploring fingers,
and she smiled, sensing that her touch had stimulated her son, and feeling
proud of the fact. She stole a quick peek at his erected nipples,
surprised, as her mouth suddenly flooded with saliva, and a strong desire
to bend down, and lick, and suck the small cones had crossed her mind.

   Mentally chastising her behavior, and feelings, she quickly tore her
gaze from his chest, though her fingers continued to manipulate the small
nipples, and looked down across his prone body, groaning softly, as she
settled her eyes on his severely protruded little briefs. Her heart
skipped, and another small groan escaped her mouth, as she had suddenly
realized that Joey had an erection, and, judging by the seriously strained
material of the small, snug, briefs, a rather impressive one, at that. She
had willed herself to look away, and failed miserably, her hungry gaze
fixated on her son's bulging briefs, as she silently yelled at herself to
stop this train of thought, and to make him get up, and go to bed. Joey had
sighed again, briefly flexing his lithe body, as his legs parted slightly
wider, bringing his straining bulge into even greater prominence, and Lisa
groaned, feeling her resolve wash away, as she surrendered to the burning
desire, and overwhelming curiosity, that had suddenly consumed her.

   Seemingly as if of its own accord, her hand began a slow, deliberate,
descent along her son's amazing body, moving over his firm, smooth tummy,
and down, until her fingers moved horizontally across the warm, smooth
skin, just along the elastic of his small briefs. Her mind raced, leaving
her feeling slightly light-headed, as she stroked her son's tummy, and she
groaned again, as he flinched slightly, and his obviously rigid penis
pulsed, and strained, against the snug little briefs. Oh God, Lisa thought,
her eyes locked onto the throbbing young penis that strained at the fly of
Joey's briefs, oh God, help me, I want so badly to touch it, to feel it's
hardness, and heat, in my fingers, to feel it pulsing with his desire, and
need. No, damn it, she scolded herself, you will not do any such thing, he
is a boy, for crying out loud, a child, and worse, he is your own son!

   Lisa shuddered under the soft sheet, her body trembling, as she worked
her slippery clit between the first two fingers of her hand, as she felt
the orgasm building deep inside her wanton body, and she raised her knees,
bringing her other hand to her dripping pussy, as she slid two fingers into
her buttery warmth. A low groan escaped her chest, as she spread the
invading fingers, and plunged them in and out of her soaking wet pussy, the
other fingers picking up pace over her swollen clit.

   Another low groan, and Lisa pictured her hand, earlier, moving, as if in
slow motion, over the waist band of Joey's distended briefs, her fingers
had walked lower, moving ever closer to the rigid bulge of her son's
erection, and she groaned again, the instant of first contact cemented
forever in her searing mind. As though belonging to some other being, Lisa
had watched, dumbfounded, as her slender finger had advanced over Joey's
swollen crotch, then, slid onto the slim tube of rock hard boy penis that
poked strongly at the snow-white briefs. The first sensation had been one
of rigidity, such very stiff rigidity, and then, the heat of him, coursing
into her exploring finger, as she had slowly trailed it up and down his
surprising length, adding only minimal pressure to the slim tube, as she
fought with all her might to resist just grabbing it, and tearing at the
tiny brief so as to free it, and bask in it's nakedness, and it's feel in
her hand. Joey had flinched slightly, as her finger rode the length of his
boyhood, but made no sound whatever, as he kept his eyes tightly
clamped. His smooth chest rising and falling rapidly, and his somewhat
labored breathing through his open mouth, were the only outward sign that
the boy was even aware of his mother touching his granite hard erection,
and she had briefly marveled at the little charade they both apparently
were playing.

   Lisa slowly ran her finger up and down her son's throbbing penis, her
heart threatening to explode in her chest, as she had released a sound very
near a sobbing, and caved in completely, closing her fist around the turgid
stalk, and stroking it for full effect, her battered mind screaming at her
to stop, while at the same time she had known fully that she was lost, and
completely unable to even consider stopping. Up and down her hand had
moved, reveling in the incredible heat that seemed to emanate from her
son's rigid penis, and she sensed his sudden inhalation of a deep, and
ragged breath, as his slender hips bucked slightly upward. A small, choked,
sound clawed its way between the boy's clenched teeth, as he had thrust
once more, and Lisa suddenly was aware of the feeling of wetness flowing
onto her gripping hand.

   As if suddenly scalded, Lisa had jerked her incestuous hand away from
her son's ejaculating penis, her trembling body frozen in place, her eyes
wide, and unbelieving, as she watched the rigid stalk pulsate several
times, as a widening wet spot darkened the stark white briefs against the
plumb shaped tip of his ejaculating penis. Joey gave forth another small,
tight, sound, then, his slender young body seemed to shudder, and go slack,
as he exhaled deeply, never once opening his eyes. A flush of rosy pink
flooded into his smooth cheeks, and a small dribble of saliva drained from
a corner of his lush mouth, and Lisa stole one last glance at the soaked
front of his small briefs, as she was suddenly aware of her own wetness,
her panties obviously soaked through with her own juices, as she had
suddenly released the tightly wound tension she had been feeling, and
sagged back against the sofa, breathing deeply, in a effort to regain
control. Her mind raced, striving for something, anything, to say that
might be even slightly appropriate, and she failed miserably, as she let
her head drop back against the cushion, sudden exhaustion flooding over her
body.

   Joey had stirred then, lifting his head from the pillow in her lap, and
she suddenly realized that there was no way he could fail to catch her
scent, so incredibly wet, and flowing was she with her juices, and the
thought only added to her mortification. Joey had sat up then, swinging his
shapely legs off the sofa, as he stood, taking a moment to secure his
balance, and Lisa had shamelessly stared at the perfectly shaped little
butt that was framed before her in the tight little briefs. Without so much
as a glance over his shoulder in her direction, Joey got his legs under
him, and turned, gingerly walking in the direction of the bedrooms, as he
said, his still boyish voice cracking slightly,

   "Night, Mom..." and he had disappeared down the hall way, as Lisa sat
rock still, listening to the soft clicking noise of his bedroom door
closing.

   The orgasm was on her now, a cadence of soft mewing sounds flowing
steadily forth, as he fingers strummed over her rigid clitoris, and the
fingers of her other hand plunged wildly in and out of her drenched
pussy. Her hips bucked sharply upward, her vaginal muscles spasming, and
clamping firmly on her fingers, as she came, long and hard, her entire body
caught up in the stunning throws of as intense an orgasm as she ever
remembered. Shaken, her trembling body consumed with a sense of immense
warmth, and overwhelming relief, Lisa curled into a tight ball, and buried
her sweating face into her pillow, and slept the sleep of the
exhausted. Her final conscious thought was the completely amazing feeing of
her young son's warm, wet, ejaculate flooding her groping hand, and she
gave off one last shudder of guilt, and shame, as her mind registered the
certain truth that she would, most certainly, do it again, that, and so
much more....

(To Be Continued)
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