Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 20:37:12 +0000
From: Ano Nym <therealjunk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Little Timmy (Chapter 1)

Little Timmy

ANOTHER ANNOYING DISCLAIMER : Hey, guess what ? If you are under the legal
age concerning any sort of porn, you can't read this ! A few : Canada : 18
// USA : Some states 18, some states 21 || Also, this is about alternative,
shocking sexual issues. So far, this story includes : mF-incest, mm,
mMF-incest, mf and mfF-incest. Already offended ? Stop here.

By the way, even if this work is produced under a pseudonym, by simple
respect of intellectual property you shouldn't be quoting it, reproducing
it, totally or in parts, without my written consent. However, I don't
happend to open ALL the e-mails I receive. To know WHICH emails I DO open
and WHICH I DO NOT, refer to the Contacting Me section at the end of this
chapter.

---Chapter One--- (mF-incest)

I was 35 when it happened and still today I wonder why my husband have been
killed. But things changed since then... I saw it as a tragedy, a lost I
would never recover of. Little did I know that my real nature was about to
be revealed by his death.

As any woman would be, I was extremely insecure after the murder and I was
searching a male to protect me. Problem was, the only one left in the house
was my seven year old son, Timmy. At this time he wasn't understanding very
well what was happening, that he would never see his father back, that I was
petrified at the simple idea of getting outside. He was, on the other hand,
fully aware that his mother was passing through something difficult and that
his role was to support her by doing all he could. So every night, when I
started to cry, he would leave his bedroom and jump into my bed, stroking my
fine blond hair in in his lovely little hands, holding my head tight against
his naked tummy where my salty tears ran slower and slower until my sobbing
subsided. Timmy was a smart cutie, so with hushing and heartfelt words and
some glances of his angelic face, I was easily calmed down. That led me to
ask him if he could sleep with me while I was feeling bad. Of course, he
accepted and came into my bedroom every night to cuddle his body against
mine.

We were protecting each other, we were needing each other and the fear took
me that I would loose him to. What if Jim was in some dirty business ? What
if his murderers wanted to take his whole family down in revenge of some bad
transaction ? I bought a gun and placed it under my pillows. Usually, I was
against any form of firearm self-defense, but these days, I wasn't myself
anymore.

It was only then, with my gun and my boy, that I started to feel better. I
re-integrated my job, started to talk back to my friends, resumed shopping.
In fact, it was these activities that kept me alive. I wasn't able to be
alone anymore. Which is why the problem occured. My natural urges were
re-appearing, horniness winning on me, but still, getting too close to a men
was frightening me, even my best friends. Masturbation was impossible due to
my need of company, my relatives not being open enough to accept me
masturbating near of them. Now everytime Timmy cuddled up my back, my pussy
started becoming wet, my body heat to raise and my nipples to erect. After
three months of sleeping with Timmy, I made my first attempt to ease my
burning desires, but it miserably failed. I wanted to masturbate while Timmy
was asleep, but each time I touched my cunt, a shiver went up my body and it
was so powerful that Timmy woke up each time. I excused all of this by
nightmares, but still, I was boiling hot. The fifth month was ending when my
perversity took control of me. That night, my hand moved from my hips to my
butt cheeks, then to Timmy's tummy, then south... toughts and emotions were
going lightspeed in my brain, destroyed by my lust and restored by my
flashing reason, the battlefield of my contradiction endlessly piling the
corpses. It was my reason that won the fight. My hand stopped, wrapped
around the waistband of Timmy's pajamas, ready to pull it down. It was
wrong. But my reason decided to investigate, to know exactly why I have
nearly drifted in an incestuous situation. When all lights turned to my
past, when it all came clear, I was astonished. My husband... his face was
so... juvenile... he looked like... a young boy... a little feminine... my
first boyfriends were all... younger than me...at 17 I was with a boy of 13
years old... could it be that I am... a pedophile ? Is it possible that the
object of my desire is young boys, that social pressure was the only thing
that kept me away from the most intense source of pleasure my body and soul
could get ? The more time passed by, the more I suspected it was the case...
After thirty minutes of self-questionning, I decided there was only one way
to know and without thinking of it anymore my hand gripped back Timmy's
pajama waistband and quiclky pulled it down. My son stirred on the sheets,
mumbling incomprehensible words and smoothly got back to deep sleep. Three
words ran along my throat up to my mouth : "This is it". I removed the
covers slowly and stared at his soft cock. Not as if I haven't saw it
before. But I saw it another way. I washed it, dried it, touched it often.
But I knew that if I touched that uncut penis tonight, I would go through a
non-return point.

My face was aligned with his genitals. I was breathing on them, and it
stimulated him, as his prick started to rise to the incredible lenght of 3
inches. My lips, all my lips, they got even more wet and my hungry mouth was
approaching, the head was already just one millimeter away from my tongue.
Contact.

The taste, at the first lick, was so heavenly. I swallowed my boy's boner,
down to the base, in one quick movement and started sucking, twirling my
tongue and pumping on it, finally doing what I was meant to. He suddently
woke up, panting and moaning, searching me with his hands, to realise I
wasn't by his side anymore. He then understood it was me, down there, making
him feel weird.

"Mommy ! Mommy ! What are you doing !? Gosh ! Feels so good..." I stopped
and got up to his little face, close enough to lightly whisper in his ear...

"Timmy, do you remember how much me and Jim were loving each other ?"

"Yes..."

"Well, now that Daddy is gone forever, Mommy searched another man to love
like that. But I realised that... you were the one I love. From now on
Timmy, I love you the same way I loved your father, and even more. Timmy...
do you want to be my boyfriend ?"

"Oh Mommy, are you serious ? You really want me to be your boyfriend ?"
Timmy asked with joy in his voice.

"Honey, I would marry you if I could !"

"Oh Mommy, yes I want to ! Oh...." With that he planted a firm kiss on my
cheeks, but I pushed him back.

"No no no no ! You are doing it all wrong ! Now, when it's just the two of
us, you kiss me like that..."

I gently landed my lips on his and pushed my tongue up the circular gap his
lips formed. I licked his teeths, and his jaw started to drop open, allowing
me to lovingly kiss him deep, dancing my tongue against his, sucking it
lightly while I caressed his hairless tummy, getting back to where it all
started. His tongue slid on mine, extending into my mouth, one of his arms
hooking my neck, just like I was doing, pulling me closer. Our eyes closed.
My other hand was now home, occasionally strocking his cock, but most of the
time feeling it, playing with his deliciously small balls. All of this
attention was very demanding on his air supply and his grip on me loosened
as he started to push back and break the kiss. I held him tighter and he
started to panic, wiggling more and more to set himself free from my
embrace. I heavily and loudly breathed through my nose, so he could
understand what to do. Visibly, he did, as he pulled me back to him stronger
than ever, forcing himself into me. By this time my pussy was drenched and I
knew what I needed. I grabbed Timmy's hips and sat on the bed with one of
his legs by each side of my body, his penis poking at my navel, all the
while passionately kissing his beautiful mouth. The intensity of our kiss
diminished until it completely stopped as I resumed stroking his prick, more
aggressively this time.

"Loving it ?"

"Yeah, I feel like my insides are going to melt..."

"Timmy, sweetheart, do you wanna make me feel good too ?"

"Oh... oh... I'd love to, but how ?"

I pushed his pelvis back, and felt him lowering, seeing my pussy appear
between our touching bodies. I was prepared for this, as I shaved it earlier
in the evening, so it was nice and hairless. Now that I think of it, I am
grateful that I was blinded by the idea of having sex with him. If I haven't
been so obsessed, I wouldn't have shaved it, I would have took this time to
masturbate instead, which would have led me to deny my true nature once
again. Timmy was fascinated by my whumb, but his curiosity would be
postponed.

"Simply put your penis in there..."

I parted my pussy lips with both hands and as soon as I touched them, my
head tilted back and my facial muscles decontracted. I was waiting, in
contemplation, the wave of pleasure that was about to enter my body. He
moved back to align his dick with my wet, starving hole. This is when I saw
him for real. In these few seconds, I noted his fine, puffy body. He was
slim, but you could poke a finger in his flesh and have that padded feeling,
which was good because his upper body showed no visible bones. And his
face... hypnotizing blue eyes, covered by the translucid veil of blond hair
that fell back on his forehead every now and then, a killer smile made of
those two perfect, superb lips... he was angelic, just that. Then bang... it
was like a fuse exploded in my head as his dickhead passed through the moist
lips of my vagina. My wonderful seven years old son was landing his spoutnik
in my inner sanctum. My wonderful seven years old son was actually
penetrating, fucking me. To my surprise, I felt it as he slid inside of me,
down to the base. I contracted my vagina muscles around his prick, coating
it in my juices, litteraly drooling in ecstacy. Timmy wasn't moving anymore,
his breathing was becoming ragged as he stayed burried inside of me. I
decided it was the time to seal our love by some wise words...

"Timmy, look at us... we're connected, we're as close as we can get. Oh God
Timmmy ! I feel you ! I want you ! I need you, moving, in and out of me, I
want to feel you by inside ! Timmy, take me ! Be my boyfriend ! Be my man !
Be... my husband !"

"...Mommy... I love you."

I wasn't expecting that one. It really came out of nowhere. I tought he
would just comply, not understanding the real meaning of this immediatly,
but he actually sent me over the edge when he said this with tears in his
eyes and joyful tremolos in his voice. My desire, my urge was now wildy
taking over me, sending me in a violently passionate state. I clamped both
of my hands on his ass cheeks, and roughly thrusted him in and out of me.

"Timmy ! Timmy fuck me ! Do it ! Just as I am moving you ! Do it ! The
quicker you can ! Oh God Timmy, do it, I need you to !"

He started fucking me wild, bucking his hips onwards and backwards,
grunting, panting, reacting to my moans with more powerful thrusts. He was
natural at this. It was so unbelievable, I went insane.

"OHH ! THAT'S IT ! TIMMY ! DON'T BE AFRAID ! VIOLATE ME ! BRUTALIZE ME !
MAKE ME YOURS !"

I contracted my pussy lips the more I could to be the tighter possible and
Timmy gave it to me. At seven years old, he was already jackhammering my
pussy like a ten ton charge, using all the force he got. His little hands
were gripping my flesh so hard that it was aching as he pushed and pulled on
it, trashing, litteraly in trance. His neck was spasming, causing his head
to bounce up and down and right and left, his blonde hair floating in the
air, then smashing back on his forehead to stay sticked there by sweat.
Personally, I was experiencing totally new feelings. Timmy wasn't touching
my clitoris, and I had to make efforts by retracting my muscles to feel him
fill me, but even with all these annoying aspects, it still was the best
fuck I ever received. My brain was going out, in orbit, an intense love
breaking my body, it's shockwave propulsing me into the skies' highs. It was
a mind's orgasm building up in me, a pure one, and obviously, I wasn't the
only in this ecstatic state, as Timmy was now yelling, laughing and crying
at the same time. He was about to pass out.

"AAHHH ! MOM ! MOMMY ! I DON'T... I WILL... I NEVER... IT BURNS ! LOVE...
YOU... AHHHH.... ahhhhhhh... God..."

His body went as stiff as a metal pole and decontracted suddently as he
crashed into me, his lips collapsing on my left nipple, causing his bottom
to jump. This last thrust, with the feeling of his saliva running on my left
breast, his lips sliding over it, made me explode. Some says that when you
reach very intense orgasms, it's a little like dying. I now know it's true,
as I would love to tell you what I said, what I tought in this unique
moment, but I litteraly remember nothing, not even the single fact of being.
When life crawled back into my body, an exhausted Timmy was breathing on my
left breast and I had my arms wrapped around his cute bubble butt. I felt
his delicate fingers hanging on my shoulders as he lifted himself up to my
face and kissed me. The most perfect kiss, wet, slow, a little hesitant,
with ragged breathing, the kiss of two exhausted lovers that want to share
the most eternally long, hot kiss.

---CONTACTING ME---

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