Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2007 02:30:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Just Another Yarn About Sex: Part I

                          Just Another Yarn About Sex : Part I


    All the usual disclaimers apply.  This is entirely fiction.  Absolute
fantasy. Enjoy.

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   I know you aren't reading a story on this website so that you can hear
about every detail of my life.  You want to hear about the sex.  And I'll
get to it in a minute.  But a little background is important. I want you
to understand that my mom isn't some wierdo.  My dad died when I was 8.
She managed to hold on to the house for a couple of years, but it was
just too expensive to live in the suburbs.  We moved in with my aunt for
a year, until my mom got back on her feet, and then Mom got a job in the
city. And that's where the story really begins.

  I had just turned 11, and I was an early bloomer.  Most of my pants
were a bit too short in the leg, and my shirts barely covered my belly.
I was sprouting up in other places, too.  My penis seemed bigger every
day.  I hadn't had an orgasm yet, but I knew that it felt good to touch
it when it got hard.  I was a little over 5 inches when I was hard.  I
loved to look at my cock. I had a triangle of soft, fine hairs above it,
and my cockhead was a deep red color.  It looked so huge and manly on my
otherwise hairless body.
      Anyway, Mom had moved us into a one-bedroom apartment.  The plan
was for me to set up my room in the small dining area, and partition it
off so that it seemed like a seperate bedroom.  We had so much stuff when
we moved in that I slept with Mom in her bedroom.  The living room,
dining room and kitchen were filled with boxes.  It took us a week to
even make a dent in the unpacking, and by then we had pretty much decided
that it was no big deal to share a room.
     Actually, I'm making light of it.  I wanted to share a room with
Mom.  I was a horny pre-teen that had never even seen a girl naked.  I
had caught glimpses of my Mom in the past, who doesn't try to sneak a
peek at their mom?  But now...now, I had an excuse to watch her every
move.  Mom was beautiful.  She wasn't much taller than me these days,
about 5' 3" , with long dark hair.  She always seemed worried about her
weight, but to me, she had a perfect body.  Full, heavy breasts and a
rounded ass....a flat tummy and a smile that could light up a room.

   So, there you have it.  That was my situation.  I was 11 years old, I
was thinking about sex all the time and suddenly, I was sharing a room
with my hot mom.  My mom wasn't the type to be shy about her body,
either.  During the week, she would wake up before me and take a shower.
When she came out, she would have on her bra and panties.  Most of the
time, I could see the outline of her nipples through her underwear.
Sometimes, they would be sticking out, hard and stiff, poking up at the
sheer fabric.

  She would dress, and go into the kitchen and fix us something to eat
while I got ready.  On the weekends, she would sleep in a bit.  I would
get up, fix a bowl of cereal , sit on the couch, and watch T.V.  So,
about a month or so after we moved in, that's where I was sitting,
watching 'American Pie' on Showtime.  We had gotten a month free with our
cable, and I wanted to tape as many movies as I could before our free
month ended.  Before I even saw Shannon Elizibeth get naked, I my
pre-teen cock was aching and hard.  I was just wearing my underwear, and
I looked down at the bulge in my crotch and began rubbing it as I watched
her, knowing that the nude scene was coming up.  She was so hot.  Her
tits were about the same size as Mom's, and she even looked a bit like a
younger version of Mom. My 11 year old hormones went into overdrive as
soon as I saw Shannon get naked onscreen.  I had never really masturbated
before, but I knew it felt good when I played with my dick.  So, I took
my hard penis out of the confines of my underwear and began rubbing it's
head.

  I pulled on it a couple of times gently, and electric pulses of
pleasure ran through it. God, it just felt so good.  I closed my eyes and
rubbed it harder, and an image of Mom, dressed in only her bra and
panties popped into my head. I gripped with both hands and began bucking
my hips , my little fists wrapped around my rock hard boy cock.  A
sensation like a huge wave of electric pleasure nearly caused me to pass
out, and suddenly, I was having an orgasm.  I felt the sperm shooting up
my dick, it seemed like a gallon of liquid was being pumped through my
shaft.  I was still gripping my cock as tight as I could with both hands,
and white jizz shot out the tip, landing on my thigh. I pulled my dick
against my belly, wanting to see the come shoot out, and the second load
landed on my chest.

   And that's when Mom walked out of the bedroom.  I froze when I heard
the door, but a third spasm was already working it's way up my testicles,
through my shaft and I shot my last load, just as she looked up at me.
The couch was facing the doorway.  In the small apartment, you could see
the entire living room from the bedroom door.  She smiled when she saw me
and started to say something, then stopped as she realized what I was
doing.  Her eyes dropped down to my exposed hard on just as the come from
my third load began to spray.

  She kept her eyes locked onto my crotch as I tried to cover up,
stuffing my still leaking cock back into my underwear.  Of course, I was
still rock-hard, and I was having a hard time covering myself.  I was
blushing, and I couldn't bring myself to look back up at her.  I heard
her walk back into the bedroom, and I looked up just as she came back out
with a towel.  As embarrassed as I was, I still noticed that she was
dressed in her bra and panties, and that her large nipples were stiff.
    She handed me the towel, still not speaking.  She didn't look mad,
just stunned.  She took a deep breath and spoke.
   "Um, honey...it's o.k.  You don't have to be embarassed.  I know that
boys your age are...curious....um...shit!"

   My mom never cussed.  I figured she was mad, and I just looked at the
floor, turning even redder.

   "You know, I thought about this moment, hon.  Well, not THIS moment,
but I promised myself that I wouldn't get embarrassed to talk to you
about sex.  I guess this is the time for that talk.  Sweetheart, everyone
does that.  It's called masterbation.  I do it, too.  It's no big deal."
She fell silent for a second, then spoke again.

  "Paul.  Sweetie.  Look at me."  I looked up, sheepishly.

   "It's no big deal, honey.  Really.  So what?  I saw you have an
orgasm.  I have a dozen of them a week."  My jaw dropped.

  "What?" I said.

  "I have twelve a week, at least.  What do you think I'm doing in the
bathroom?  I play with myself too.  Everyone does.  Sweetie, if you want
to talk about this stuff, trust me...you won't shock me.  I like to play
with myself in the shower.  Now ya know.  Does that make you feel less
embarrassed?"

  "Not really...I mean...you saw...like, everything.  It's not like I
asked you about sex.  You saw me doing it.  It's not like I always do
this.  I mean, that was the first time I ever....I mean, I
never...um...you know...I never did that before...." I was stammering. I
knew what I wanted to say, but  I didn't feel comfortable using the words
out loud.  I didn't know what 'terms' to use.  Mom was right on cue.

  "You never had an orgasm before?"  she asked.

  I nodded and said, "Don't worry, I promise I will never do it out here
again."

  "Sweetie, I'm betting a boy your age can't keep a promise like that.
Just cover up with a blanket next time you decide to watch Shannon
Elizibeth flash her tits on a Saturday morning."  She winked at me and I
giggled a little and that was it.

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After that,we were back to normal. But...things did change. Little
things.  Like, when my mom got out of the shower the next morning,
instead of having on her underwear, she was naked.  I was still
half-asleep, and didn't even realize it at first.  Her back was turned to
me, and she was pulling on her panties.  I had a perfect view of her
large breasts in the mirror.  I stared.  Her areola were massive, light
red circles, and her nipples were darker red.  They stuck up at least a
half an inch, stiff in the cool air.  She pulled on her bra and I
pretended to go back to sleep, but the minute she left the room, I began
masterbating in the bed.  I came, shooting my jizz all over her side of
the bed.  It excited me to think that tonite, she would be sleeping
there, right where I came. From that day on, Mom started dressing in the
bedroom instead of the bathroom, and every morning I woke up to watch her
get dressed.
    She slept in panties and a white tanktop.  I would watch out of the
corner of my eye as she peeled these off and went to the shower.  I
drifted off while she showered, but when she came out, I peeked.  She was
naked from head to toe.  I got my first glimpse of my own mother's
vagina.  She had a very well trimmed strip of dark hair above it, and I
could see that her pussy lips were swollen and red.  I remembered what
she said about masterbating in the shower.  Things continued like this
for awhile.  We both knew what was going on, and one morning, while I was
gazing at her naked body, she turned around and addressed me.

   "Getting up a little earlier these days."  Her voice interrupted my
thoughts.  I tried to look at her face as I smiled, but my gaze
immediatly dropped back down to her large breasts.

   "Yeah,"  I said.  "I must be getting used to your schedule."  I turned
over on my side, facing her, so that my rapidly growing penis wouldn't
cause the sheets to tent.

  "Mmmm, yes.  That must be it. I better watch out, pretty soon you'll be
wanting the shower first."  Instead of slipping into her bra and panties,
she walked back into the bathroom and came out with a bottle of lotion.

  "Forgot to moisturize..." she said, squirting out some lotion and
rubbing it into her belly.  I nearly came on the spot when she reached
the 'V' between her legs and rubbed across her puffy, red pussy lips
before propping a leg up on the bed and massaging her calf.  I had an
unobstructed view of my Mom's most private area.  Her labia were ruby
red, and slick with moisture ( Being young, I figured it was water from
the shower).  She looked down at me and smiled.

   "You should use this, Paul. When you masterbate, I mean. I think its
supposed to feel better for boys when they use lotion to masterbate."  I
blushed, and she laughed. "I'm serious. And it smells good, too.  Like
roses and mint. Here, smell."  She reached out her hand to me, and I took
a sniff while I stared at her naked breasts and hard nipples.  Her
hand smelled wonderful, and I could also smell the musky scent of her
freshly showered pussy in air.  I was on fire.  My cock was throbbing,
begging me to touch it.

  "o.k.," I said, in a very small voice. "i guess i'll try some." She
smiled and passed me the bottle, waiting expectantly.

  "Right now?"  I asked.

   "If you want to.  Or, you can just put it on now, and wait till
later.  I know you will be touching yourself the minute I leave the room,
anyway."  I blushed, and she laughed.  I took some lotion from the bottle
and handed it back to her. She turned back to the mirror and began to get
dressed.  I eased my hand down to my crotch, not planning on
masterbating, just putting it on my aching hard on.  I nearly came as I
touched myself.  I held my cock for a long moment, watching Mom throw on
some clothes.  As soon as she left, I began jacking my hard dick up and
down.  In seconds, I was coming.

  The next morning, when Mom went into the shower, I noticed that the
lotion was still sitting on her dresser.  When she came into the bedroom
(naked as a jaybird), I didn't bother pretending to be asleep, or hiding
the fact that my hard on was tenting up the sheets.  I just smiled and
said ,"Good morning."

 "Good morning, sweetheart."  She grabbed the bottle of lotion and
offered me some.  I took it, and my hand slid under the covers.  I rubbed
my hard boy-cock while she turned back towards the mirror and put lotion
all over her body.  She could see what I was doing by my reflection in
the mirror. She smiled and said,"Hon, you'll make the sheets get crusty.
Why don't you grab a towel and keep it by the bed? It's better than
wiping off on the sheets."

 I nodded, a little timid to walk around with a rock-hard penis around my
mom, but at this point my hormones were overcoming my inhibitions.  I
lifted the sheets off and climbed down, my engorged penis bouncing up and
down.  Mom turned to look as I came back out of the bathroom.

  "You are such an early bloomer."  She laughed a little as I climbed in
bed.  "I dated boys in high school that weren't as big as you are now."
I had started to cover back up with the sheet as I climbed in bed, and I
stopped.  I just let my penis stand straight up as Mom and I watched it
for a couple of seconds, then I said," Yeah, Andy and I used to compare.
He was always jealous."  Andy was my cousin.  He was 14.

  "Really?" Mom said. "Is he the one that taught you how to masterbate?"
She was still looking at my penis.

  "Nope.  I was serious.  The time you caught me was the first time I
ever really played with it like that. When I shared a room with Andy, he
was too afraid to get caught. He said that his mom would be really mad if
she caught us with our wieners out. I practically had to beg to see his."

  Mom laughed. "Yeah, your aunt is like that. She would probably freak
out." I had begun toying with my hard penis, kind of flicking it and
watch it bob and weave, to and fro, feeling the cool air of the room
against the hot flesh.  I got an idea just then.

  "Hey, Mom.  We should have Andy spend the night."  I looked up at her.
She was watching my hard-on sway back and forth.  She still hadn't
dressed, and her nipples were so hard that the tips had little
indentations in them.  I think that was the first time that I realized
what my mom looked like when she was horny.  Her face was flushed and she
was breathing a bit heavy.

  She kind of nodded.  "So it's ok?  This Saturday?"  I asked.  She kind
of snapped back to reality and looked away from my crouch.

  "Mmmm....this Saturday.  I don't see why not. You guys will have to
sleep in the living room, though.  And sweetie....I don't think Andy
needs you telling him stories about how you see your mom naked and how I
told you about masterbation...right?  That stuff would freak your Aunt
out.  It's just between us, o.k.?"

  "O.K., " I said.  "But I'm gonna show him American Pie and see if he
wants to masterbate to Shannon Elizibeth with me."  I grinned up at her.
She laughed, and sat down on the bed next to me.

   "Shannon Elizibeth, huh?  Is that what you think about?  Tell me, do
you think she has prettier tits than your mom?"  Mom thrust her chest out
a little and leaned toward me.  She started tickling me under my arm with
one hand and holding me down with the other. I started to giggle.  My
body was on fire, and I was about to come without even touching myself.

  "Stop...it...Stop..stop...I'm ticklish there..." I cried,
breathlessly.

  "How about...HERE?!" she said, and worked her way down to my tummy.  I
began to buck a little, and my hard cock slapped against the back of her
hand.  I bucked harder, and my swollen penis slapped her hand again.  It
felt great.  I started bucking my hips, slapping my cock against her
hand,  giggling and laughing, on the edge of an orgasm.

  "Oh, are you trying to beat my hands away with your big, bad wiener?
Well, I know how to take care of THAT...!"  she said.  An instant
later, I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft. I couldn't believe how
good it felt.  Her hand was cool and soft on my burning hot meat.  I was
still covered in lotion, and as I bucked my hips, my shaft slid around in
her grasp.  I thrust one more time and began spurting come all over her
hand, my laughter turning into grunts of ecstacy.

  "Oh..OH...MOM...AHHHH....OH...."  I was pushing on her, bracing myself
and I think she probably didn't even realize I was coming.  She let go
and looked down at me, and then back at the sperm oozing from the swollen
head of my penis. She giggled a little.

  "Whoops!  I think we got a little carried away..."  She looked at my
cock, rock hard and still twitching with pleasure, covered in lotion and
my boy-come.  Then, she grabbed the towel that I had brought over and
started cleaning me up.  I was still in another world as she wiped the
lotion-come mixture of my shaft.  I wanted her to do it all over again.

   "That felt so good, mom.  That was even better than...than ever!" I
said.  She smiled at me.

  "I'm glad you liked it, tiger.  But, honestly, I don't know what came
over me.  I'm late for work, and I just gave my eleven year old son a
handjob.  And...it's the happiest I've been in a long time."  She looked
at me.  "Do you think I'm a good mother?" I nodded, and kissed her.

   "You are the best mom ever."  She hugged me, threw on some clothes and
she was off to work.  I didn't realize until much later, but I wasn't
just a son to my mom any more.  I was also her lover now.

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  That night, when it was betime, both of us were tossing and turning.
We hadn't really talked anymore about what had happened that morning, but
it was all I could think about.  I had masterbated 3 times that day, and
I was still horny. It was all I thought about.  Mom broke the silence
after about 20 minutes.

  "Can't sleep, huh, tiger?"

  "Nope....I keep thnking about...stuff..."  I felt her rustle around,
then she turned on the bedside lamp and looked over at me.

   "Yeah, me too.  Are you embarrassed?  Or mad?  At me, I mean..."  I
couldn't believe that she could think that.

   "Um...no....I keep thinking how much I liked...ya know...and I can't
get my boner to go away..."

   "Oh, really?  I thought you were pretty good at taking care of that
all by yourself."

   "I tried.  I played with it three more times today.  It still won't go
down..."  She giggled a little.

   "I don't blame you, tiger.  I've been soaking wet all day."  I was a
bit confused as to what this meant.

  "Wet?"

   "Well, instead of having a hard-on all day, girls get wet down there.
In between thier legs, you know, in my vagina...my pussy.  It gets wet."

   "Oh.  Why?"

   "So when a man puts his penis in, it slips and slides....kind of like
when you use lotion to play with yourself, only much better."

  "And it's like that all day?" I asked. The subject of this conversation
was not helping me relax.  The more we talked about sex, the more I
wanted to pull my penis out and play with it.

  "Mine was.  It isn't always wet, just when a girl is...horny...turned
on...thinking about sex."

   "Oh.  So if you are wet, you want a boy to put his penis in you?"

   "Yes, hon.  Well, not always. Mostly."

   "And if your wet right now, does that mean you want my penis in you?"
I think I must have blindsided her with my question.  She stammered her
reply.

   "Um..well..you see...it's not that easy to...let
me explain...um...when a girl is wet...um...I don't think so, champ...it
doesn't work quite like that....O.K., hon, see, moms and thier little
boys aren't supposed to do stuff like that."

  "Oh.  Well, if I wasn't your son, would you want my penis inside you?"

   Mom sighed.

  "O.K., baby.  You win.  You have a beautiful penis and I would love it
if you weren't my son and you could put it inside me."

  "Really?"

  "Really.  I thought about it all day today."  I considered that for a
minute.  My 11 year old cock was throbbing.

  "Mom?"

  "Yes, hon...?" she said. I rolled over and propped myself up on one
arm.

  "Can I touch it? Your pussy, I mean. I want to see what it feels like
when it's wet."  She hesitated, and then wordlessly took my hand
and guided it under the sheets.  My hard boy-cock was pressing into her
side, and I stared at her nipples poking up at the fabric of her tanktop.

She slid my hand down her belly and then down further, across her
soft pubes.  Spreading her legs a little, she came to rest on her
wonderful, slick, warm labia.  We stroked her pussy lips for a moment,
her hand over mine. It was so soft, and kind of...mushy and wet and hot.
She was breathing a little harder as she guided my hand around in little
circles.

   "Can you feel this little nub right here, hon?"  She pressed my
fingers into a hard, slick button of flesh.  It felt like the tip of a
little finger.  "That's my clittie.  It's like...it's like a penis for
girls.  It feels really good when you play with...OH!"  Before she could
finish her sentence, I knew that she was showing me how to make it feel
better.  I pushed on her clit, hard, and began to rub it.  Her hand was
still on top of mine, and she bore down, putting on more pressure,
sandwiching my hand and grinding harder and harder.  I felt her clit
sliding around, and opened my fingers up a little, letting her clit pop
up between them.  As my small fingers slid around the outside of her
button, the palm of her hand was massaging its tip.

    "Oh...OH...Oh, honey, that feels soooo good..."  She was soaking wet
now, my hand was covered in her juices. She started to buck her hips, and
I pressed my fingers together as hard as I could as she frigged the
sensitive tip of her clit.

   "OH...OH...OH, YES! UNGH, OH, GOD!  YES!  OH, NO MORE, PLEASE, OH GOD,
STOP!"   She pressed down on my hand hard, and closed her legs around it
so that I couldn't massage her clit.  I watched with wonder as my mom had
an orgasm. Her whole body was quivering, and both of our hands were
coated in her juices.  It seemed like she stayed that way for five
minutes, smiling and twitching every couple of seconds, holding our hands
against her pussy.  Her underwear was soaked with wetness.  Finally , she
spoke.

  "Wow. I did not expect that. I don't think anyone ever made me come so
quick."

  "Is that good or bad?" I asked.  I think I knew , but I wanted to hear
her say it.

  "That's very good, sweetie.  You made me feel....wonderful..."  I
swelled with pride.  My hard cock was still pressed up to her side, and I
wiggled it around a little, feeling it dig into the swell of her hips
through the fabric of my underwear.

   "Mmmmm..." she said.  "How rude of me...I almost forgot that you need
some relief too.  I'll make a deal with you, tiger.  I hate sleeping in a
wet spot.  If you help me change the sheet real quick, I'll show you
something else you've never done."  I nodded, and reluctantly got out of
bed.  Mom pulled the sheet off, and I grabbed a clean one from the
drawer.  We put in on, and Mom shucked her wet panties off and then, to
my delight, her tanktop, too.

   She got back in bed, sitting up against the headboard and said," Take
off your underwear, hon."  I stripped them off and my dick bounced up,
free from its restraints.

  "Now, I want you to put it in my mouth, baby.  I'm going to suck on it,
and it will feel even better than what we did this morning."  I hopped up
on the bed and walked up to my mom.  Sitting on the bed, her mouth was at
crotch level.  I stood over her.  She looked up at me and slowly eased
her lips around my hot cockhead.  I could feel her tounge probing, and
she licked my peehole before sucking my entire 5 inch boycock into her
mouth, holding it and releasing.  She slid it back out, almost all the
way, and then sucked it even harder, down to the base of my soft preteen
pubic hair.  I groaned in pleasure, and put my hands on the headboard to
steady myself.  Again, she released and sucked it in, building the tempo,
going faster, sucking harder.  I felt her hand ease between my legs, and
she began massaging the base of my shaft as she sucked on the rest of my
hard penis.  She was still staring right at me, and it was more than I
could take.  I began to spurt in her mouth, grunting in pleasure.

  "OH, UNGH, OHHHHH, UUUHHHH...."  Mom had white goo dripping from her
lips, and she still kept going, sucking even harder.  I couldn't take it,
my cock was overloaded with pleasure, supersensitive, and yet she kept
sucking on it.

  "OH, NO, NO MORE!  OH, UNGH, PLEASE...NO!"  I finally managed to pull
free and spurted some more, covering Mom's nose and lips in another layer
of sperm.  She was still holding my shaft and began to milk the last of
my jizz out of it.  My knees were weak, and I started to slide down.  She
helped guide me down as she licked my sperm from her lips, and held my
head against her soft, warm tits, rubbing them into me as she held me.  I
was in heaven.  She turned off the light and we snuggled up together in
silence.  I don't even remember falling asleep.

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More to come....