Date: Mon, 11 Dec 2006 12:50:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey (3)

   Lisa sat quietly, as Joey seemed to doze following his intense orgasm,
and she seized the quiet moment to give his nearly naked body a closer
inspection. Starting at his angelic, and still quite flushed face, she
noted the long, turned up lashes that masked his closed eyes, and the
cuteness of his small nose, and the way the narrow bridge of it held a
smattering of tiny freckles. His mouth was slightly pouty, with full, lush
lips, slightly parted at the moment in his light slumber. She noticed how
his thin neck tapered into his smooth chest, and the developing broadness
of his shoulders, and let her eyes drift down over his abdomen, making note
of the tiny cave of his cute navel. His late summer tan gave way right
about there, the creamy skin turning to a stark white just below his slim
waist, where his shorts, or swimwear, had shielded his delicate nether
regions from the suns rays, before again giving way to his golden tanned
thighs, and lower legs. So delicate looking, she decided, very nearly
pretty, his developing young body nearly perfect in her proud-mother
opinion. Her gaze shifted then, settling on his fully exposed crotch, where
his now totally flaccid penis rested in repose, all soft, and small, and,
so very cute.

    She studied her son's boyhood, feeling the same degree of wonder that
she had always felt when considering the amazing capabilities of the male
organ. In it's present state, it appeared so docile, and gentle, no more
two inches in length, and not much thicker than her own thumb. The cute
little head was nicely tapered, slightly broader than the shaft itself, and
of a darker plumb tone than the pink shaft, and she smiled, as the organ
stirred slightly, as if aware of her scrutiny. The whole of Joey's boyhood
rested atop his plump little scrotum, which, from her vantage point,
appeared devoid of any hair growth, and the silky skin was lined with tight
little crinkles of pink colored skin that provided a snug home for his
grape-sized balls. The smooth whiteness of his groin exhibited a recently
sprouted smattering of silky pubes, much the same brown tone as the hair on
his head, and Lisa longed to reach down, and cradle the whole of her son's
maleness in her hand once more. She shook her head slightly, again
considering the amazing difference in this resting equipment, and that of a
few short minutes ago, when, at the height of his excitement, and lust, the
penis had been so very hard in her fingers, and nearly twice its present
length, about four inches, she estimated, and, so much thicker, fully
engorged with blood, and welling semen, as his passion built toward his
surprising ejaculation. She never would have expected that he was capable,
at this age, of producing such an impressive volume, or trajectory, of
semen as he had on both occasions, and she idly wondered how frequently he
played with himself, bringing about that copious expulsion of his creamy
fluids. She shuddered slightly, the thought of young Joey tugging
frantically on his stiff little boner exciting her anew, as she felt her
pussy juices soaking her shorts.

   The boy stirred then, a soft moan slipping from his parted lips, and his
eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly, as he started slightly, as if
confused as to his whereabouts. Lisa smiled down at him, as she moved her
hand onto his smooth chest, and lightly stroked the creamy skin there, as
Joey blinked some more, then, focused, and returned her smile. He shifted
then, burying his face into her stomach, as his slim arm slid around her
middle, and he hugged her tightly. She stroked his soft hair, and traced a
fingertip over the nape of his neck, as he pulled back, and looked up at
her, a shy expression on his face, as he said,

   "You're the most awesome mom ever....I mean it...!"

   Lisa felt the sudden welling of tears flood her eyes, and she choked
back an urge to cry, as feelings of love, and pure joy, washed over her,
and she turned her head to the side so as to not let Joey see her reaction
to his unbridled, and impulsive, praise. As she looked away, she sensed his
moving, as he suddenly pushed himself up, and reached down to tug his
little briefs back into place, then, clamored off the sofa to his feet, and
all but ran from the room, calling a furtive " Ga-night, mom," over his
shoulder, before disappearing into the hallway. She blinked, slightly
stunned with the sudden exit, and heard the soft clicking of his bedroom
door as he closed it. She sighed, feeling both disappointment, and
understanding, at his rapid departure, knowing that the events of the past
couple of evenings must be a multitude of emotions for the youngster, a mix
of immense pleasure, and confusion, all rolled into one, much as they had
been for herself. Part of her was tempted to follow him, and to make him
talk about it, while another part urged her passiveness, to let him be
alone with his thoughts, and to come to terms with events in his own way,
and his own time. She sighed again, and stood up, moving off to her own
bedroom, where she peeled off the soggy wet shorts, and the tank top,
before spending a very long time under a hot shower, where she frantically
fingered her sopping pussy, and rigid clitoris, shuddering with strong,
multiple orgasms, as she reenacted the earlier events of the past two
evenings of sexually exploring her young son, and his irresistible naked
body. Finally sated, and weak with exhaustion, she slid into bed, and
slept, visions of Joey, and his amazingly hard penis, filling her dreams.

   Lisa woke early, the bedroom still nearly dark, with the only light
coming from around the closed drapery, as the dawning day broke over the
room. The house was silent, and she lay back on the pillows, savoring the
stillness, as she again became aware of the nagging doubt, and worry,
regarding Joey's reaction to their play. In this cold light of a new day,
more doubt plagued her mind, and she worried again about the affects of her
behavior on her young son. She made an effort to push away the concerns,
and rolled out of bed, pulling on her terry cloth bathrobe, as she went
onto her bathroom to wash up, and brush her teeth. That completed, she
padded to the kitchen, and started some coffee, then, poured orange juice
into a tall glass, and moved back toward the bedrooms, going to wake Joey.

   She listened a moment outside his door, and, hearing no sound indicating
that he was up and moving, she slowly opened the door, and stepped inside
the room. She paused, smiling, as the light from the hallway flooded over
Joey's sleeping form. He was curled into a fetal position, his knees drawn
up to his middle, and taut little mound of his cute butt was aimed directly
at her, framed succulently by the snug little white briefs. His face was
mostly covered by his bunched up pillow, and his back rose and fell gently
with his breathing. She inhaled deeply, his incredible scents flooding her
senses, as she moved over to the bed, and gently placed her hand on his
warm, smooth back, rubbing slowly, and moving lower to lightly brush across
that cute little butt.

   "Hey, sweetie....time to wake up...morning already..." she cooed, making
her voice as gentle, and soft as possible, knowing that the first few
minutes awake were definitely his best of the day.

   Joey stiffened, his lithe legs stretching out, as he rolled to his back,
and draped his arm over his eyes, and groaned some incomprehensible
sound. Lisa stood straight, her eyes quickly dropping to his distended
crotch, then widening, as she noted his morning erection poking strongly at
the front of the small briefs. The strong desire to grasp it quickly
overtook her, and, before she even realized it, she was, in fact, reaching
for her son's penis, catching herself at the last second, as she diverted
her aim, and let her hand land on his upper thigh. He moved his arm, and
opened his eyes, looking down to where she touched his soft skin, then,
shifted his gaze to his obvious erection, and his cheeks flooded with
redness, as he exhaled deeply, and muttered,

   "Oh, jeez...!"

   Lisa giggled softly, squeezing down on the firm thigh under her hand,
and gave him a wink, as she said, softly,

   "Lucky me, catching....him....that way...don't be embarrassed,
honey...actually, mommy loves seeing you...that way...!"

   Joey issued a giggle of his own then, his cute blush deepening, as he
rolled his eyes, and chirped,

   "jeez, mom...'s barrassing...!"

   Lisa chuckled, boldly sliding her hand across his thigh, and onto his
briefs, where she cupped her palm over his swollen boyhood, and gave a
downward push, as he squealed, and shrieked,

   "DON"T.....oh jeez....I really gotta pee...!"

   Lisa laughed at his squirming reaction, and gave his hard boyhood a firm
squeeze, then, reluctantly, released it, as Joey dove out of bed, an ran
toward the bath across the hall, his cute little butt wiggling
saucily. Lisa stifled the temptation to follow him, and watch him, as he
stood at the commode draining his strained bladder, flushing slightly at
the thought of wanting to watch her son pee, as she again wondered at her
seemingly limitless perversions, when it came to this sudden sexual
wantonness she seemed to harbor for the boy. She shook off the thought, and
moved back into the hallway, calling out to Joey that he needed to get
dressed for school, and that his breakfast would be waiting in a few
minutes.

   Back in the kitchen, Lisa poured some coffee, and put a bowel on the
table, along with Joey's favorite cereal, and the milk carton. Moving to
the toaster, she put two slices of bread into the slots, then, sat down on
a stool at the island, sipping her coffee, as she waited for Joey's
appearance. Her robe parted as she sat down, exposing her shapely legs, and
just a hint of her very moist pussy, and she idly ran her fingers up and
down her smooth thigh, savoring the pleasant sensations her touch provided,
as her mind once more ran the replay of that same hand bringing forth
Joey's stunning ejaculation the previous evening. Oh God, she mumbled to
herself, her hand moving higher onto the thigh, causing the loose robe to
separate entirely, as if fell open, and hung to her sides. She let her
fingers explore over the swollen lips of her exposed pussy, the tip delving
between the slick folds to strum her rigid clitoris, as her other hand
moved to her exposed breasts, and fondled the distended nipples, as she
rolled her head back, and closed her eyes, the scent of her hungry pussy
filling her senses as she fingered her soaked slit, and pressed into her
engorged clit. She moaned softly, her body reeling with the myriad of
sensations, as she gripped her clitoris between thumb, and finger, stroking
the small organ like a tiny penis, and she felt an orgasm stirring deep
within her slippery pussy. She groaned again, her head rolling side to side
on her shoulders, as her mouth hung open, and eyes went tightly closed, as
she came with a strong shudder, and drove a finger deep into her spasming
cunt, as she absently called Joey's name, over and over, until the intense
feelings began to wane, and she opened her eyes, bringing her head to an
upright position. Blinking, she shuddered again, her body tingling with the
aftermath of the orgasm, and, as she managed to once again focus, she
stared directly into the wide-eyed gaze of her son, who stood frozen in
place in the archway of the kitchen door, watching her.

   She let out a small shriek, and quickly grabbed at the hanging bathrobe,
covering herself, and securing the sash, as she stood, her knees wobbly,
and made a move toward the toaster, saying over her shoulder,

   "Uh...there is your cereal, sweetie, and, um, I'll put the toast down
now, ok...?...come on honey...eat...you don't have much time before the bus..."

   Joey blinked several times, and managed to get his hanging jaw closed,
as he nodded absently, and moved to the table, and sat down, just as Lisa
turned toward him. She smiled, feeling the heat still flushing her cheeks,
as she watched her son dig his hand into the lap of his jeans, and
obviously adjust what must have been a full erection, before reaching for
the cereal box. Wordlessly, he filled his bowel, then added milk, and began
eating, as Lisa buttered his toast, then, walked over, and set it on the
table, as she ran her fingers along the prickly little hairs at the back of
his neck. Joey shuddered, giggling softly, as he craned his neck to trap
her fingers, and she pulled away, tossling his soft hair, before sitting
down beside him while he finished eating.

   Once finished, Joey stood, and moved into the living room to retrieve
his backpack, which he shrugged into, as Lisa cleared the table, then,
walked with him to the door. She moved in close to him, and placed her
hands on his smooth cheeks, as she leaned in, and kissed his lush lips, and
said,

   "You have a great day, sweetie...I'll miss you...can't wait already for
tonight..."

   Joey nodded, his dazzling smile crossing his face, as he responded,
saying,

   "You too, mom....see you tonight...and...well...you just...really....yea,
well...you're just...awesome, mom....really....!"

   Lisa grinned widely, and swung her hips slightly, making the robe part
for just an instant, as Joey stole a quick glance at her briefly exposed
pubes, and he blushed, as Lisa chuckled, and made a quick grab at the rigid
erection in his jeans, before stepping back, and opening the door, as Joey
walked out, and down the sidewalk, his hand once again moving to adjust his
hard boyhood. Lisa watched him go toward the corner bus stop, then, stepped
back inside, and headed for the shower, thoughts of her son Joey, and what
promise the upcoming evening might present, and, she decided, it was
definitely going to be a long day, indeed.

   Joey took a seat toward the rear of the school bus, sitting alone
between his stop, and the one where his friends boarded, and he held his
backpack on his lap, so that he could fondle his very hard penis outside
his jeans without fear of the driver catching him in the large mirror above
his head. Joey shuddered, and felt the dampness his penis was leaking into
his little briefs, as he closed his eyes, and pictured his mother's nearly
naked body in the kitchen. Man oh man, he thought, she looked so hot, all
panting, and stuff, with her fingers all moving in between her legs like
that, and, oh wow, the other hand all pulling those tits, and
nipples....man...that's, like, so amazing...I coulda watched her, like all
day....and, man...she did the cums thing, too....I just know it...that was so
amazing....wow...I wonder if it makes her feel as good as it makes me
feel....oh man...that's just so freeking cool...! His hand worked at his
drooling erection, and he longed to unzip, and let it out of the snug jeans
he had on, so he could rub it, and make it shoot stuff, so it that it would
get all soft again, at least for a little while...that would feel so good to
do, he thought...not as good as when mom does it, for sure...but...good
anyhow...better definitely than all achy hard like this...but...shit...we are
already at the next stop, and my friends are gonna be here in a minute...I
gotta stop...oh man...I just can't wait for tonight....and...cuddle
time...and....and my awesome mom...!

(To Be Continued)
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