Date: Sun, 11 Jul 2010 11:55:20 -0400
From: Anna Spence <raisinghenry@gmail.com>
Subject: Raising Henry Part 2

Raising Henry - Part 2


Disclaimer:
This story is a work of fiction!
It contains sexual intercourse between mother and underage son.
If you are offended by reading such material - please move on.
If you are in a place where such fiction is illegal - please move on also
If you enjoy reading erotic incest stories and it is legal where you are -
You are welcome to this story, and any feedback or suggestions how the
story might continue is appreciated!


The next morning I wake up early but don't dare to move because of this
precious little man lying next to me, his blond crazy morning hair on my
shoulders, sleeping like the baby he will always be to me.

I marvel at his naked body, his smooth and flawless skin, his firm muscles,
his arms and legs that seem to be a bit too long for his body right now,
his round buttocks, the golden dusting of body hair on his arms and legs,
his sweet and innocent face.

I feel his breath against my neck, smell my little boy's scent and at this
very moment I know that I will never NEVER love anyone or anything more
than this boy!

It's Saturday morning and there is no need for Henry to get up - and
knowing my son he won't. can't blame him, he had a BIG night last night!

After taking in the sight of my boy and committing every detail to memory I
carefully slide out from under him, cover him up with the sheet, and get
myself ready for my morning run.

I place a little kiss on my son's forehead as I am heading out, inhaling
his scent.


On the street I welcome the fresh cold ocean air, and after a few minutes,
the welcome burn in my thighs and calves. As I said earlier, my morning run
is my outlet, my way to think through life's daily challenges.

Today only one thing is on my mind: My son, and my lover!!!

As I run down along the boardwalk by the beach I feel a happiness I haven't
felt in a very long time, a warm joy that floods all my systems and puts a
skip in my step. A passion that surpasses any other longing and is focused
on the young and smooth body of my lover, and a gentle love for my son that
only a mother can understand.

But as the run carries on there are questions popping up in my head, and
refusing to go away.

What am I doing?

Did I destroy the relationship with my son? Damage him permanently?

Is this happening because of the lack of a father figure in his life?

Will he want to continue this sexual relationship or was this a one time
thing?

do I want to continue this sexual relationship with my baby boy?

How is this going to affect our every day life?

Will he ever accept me again as his mother and figure of authority?

Why did he do what he did last night?

The joy that I was feeling earlier is slowly but surely eaten away by a
nagging fear.

I might lose my son, in more than one way! He might not accept me as mother
anymore. And, if he tells anyone, I will go to jail and maybe never see him
again!!!

What have I done?

As the tears start running down my face I just make it into our house and
shut the door behind me, then slide down on the door to sit on the floor
when a well of tears starts flowing, and I cry bitterly.

There is so much fear. And joy. And love. And doubt. And sexual
longing. And maternal love.

And the most freighting thought: If I am this confused, how will Henry
feel? He is just a boy!

While I am sitting on the cold stone floor confused, scared and terrified
of the future I heard Henry's footsteps coming down the stairs.

Quickly I try to pull myself together and make a straight face. I know I
have to be the strong one, the shoulder to cry on. The adult!

He comes down the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of spiderman undies,
and as I see him approach me the tears start flowing again, as I am flooded
with love: Maternal love for my baby, and feminine love for a man!

He comes towards me, not saying a word.

'You have to be strong', I remind myself He kneels down in front of me,
then straddles my legs and sits in my lap facing me.

Gently he puts his palms on my face, and wipes away the tears with his
thumbs.

I feel his warmth, his love for me.

He places his forehead against mine and looks me deep into the eyes, and
straight into my soul.

'Momma', he whispers as I feel his breath in my face, 'don't be afraid. As
long as we are together everything will be alright'.

With that, he places the most gentle and caring kiss on my lips that I have
ever felt, and pulls me into an embrace that is both comforting and
reassuring, and allows me to freely cry on his shoulder.

As my tears run down his naked skin I realize that HE is the one who is
strong for me. HE is the rock. He is the shoulder to cry on.

And with that I realize that everything has change. Our relationship has
gone to a whole new level, my son is an adult and cares for me. One thing
is sure: Things will never be the same again!

After I calm down Henry kisses me again, but this kiss is not the
comforting kiss from earlier. This kiss is longing and demanding, and I
feel his tongue lick my lips and gently push against them. His hands are
caressing my arms and back as his tongue finally pushes into my mouth,
playing with mine, and this kiss is turning into hot and passionate
foreplay!

I feel Henry's penis harden in his underwear, pressed against my
stomach. My breasts are rubbing his chest, my nipples getting hard and
aroused. My hands are now all over my little boy, feeling him, touching,
exploring, loving!

Henry pulls up my shirt and starts sucking my neck, giving me a
hickey. Finally he stops and announces: Mom, you need a shower!

That's right, the run!

Laughing we get up and he proudly shows off the tent in his underwear. With
a giggle he sprints up the stairs and I chase after him. I want more from
him, I want my son inside me!

When I enter the bathroom naked I see my lover in the shower, the water
running down his amazing body his hand firmly around his penis stroking
himself.

'sweetsheart, this is your Mom's job' I say as I join him in the shower and
get on my knees in front of my man. He gasps as I start licking his
hairless boy balls, pressing my face into him, my hands on his butt cheeks
directing his movements. I feel his penis twitch and it gets me so wet that
I know he is the best lover I have ever had!

I lick along the underside of his shaft, from the base upwards. Slowly,
teasing, taking my sweet time pleasuring my son. He is moaning, pushing for
more, but he will have to learn patience!

Just short of his sensitive dick head I stop and lick back down towards the
base of his man meat, then to his balls.

I suck one of his balls in my mouth and rub it with my tongue, massaging
it, at the same time squeezing his cheeks hard.

'Mom' I hear him croak, and then I feel his cum shooting out and into my
hair.

I continue my attack on his genitals, knowing full well that he will be
extra sensitive now. I avoid his penis head again as to not give him
discomfort, but continue licking his balls and further down towards his ass
crack. My boy is still hard - the benefit of having a 13 year old lover -
as my tongue reaches his ass hole and I lick it gently. He jumps a little,
moaning, as I push my tongue inside his hole.

Finally I come back around to his front and take this aching hard cock deep
in my mouth, sucking, licking, massaging, and giving my son the time of his
life.

But he is the man now, and he won't let me take charge any longer. He takes
my hands and helps me stand up, then leads me to the bed and makes me lay
down on my back.

My baby boy is on top of me, and very quickly his manhood pushed deep
inside me.

Finally, this feeling of completion, I am united with the man I love more
than life!

He pumps hard and fast into me, while his lips are attached to my nipples
sucking harder than I thought would be comfortable (he wasn't gentle as a
baby either) but with him doing it even the small pangs of pain give me
immense pleasure.

Henry is fucking me hard and determined, and I know it won't be long before
he will fill me with his semen. I can't wait! I love the thought of my
kid's semen spraying inside me, filling me up.

I wrap my legs around his hips to pull myself up and him deeper inside me,
wanting my baby as deep in my pussy as possible. I then contract my pussy
muscles around his dick, which pushes Henry over the edge.

He yells 'MOMMY' as he starts to pump his boy juice into me, grinding
himself into my pussy.

After a few spasms he collapses on me, arms wrapped tightly around me. We
are both out of breath, happy, and loving this moment.

After a few moments of post-sexual bliss he smiles his big smile at me and
says: I love you Mom!

No mother could ever be happier than me right now!

After hours of cuddling and napping Henry suddenly jumps up from the bed
and screams: Shit, the surf competition!

With that he runs to his room, rummaging in his chaos for his board shorts
and speedos and yells over to me: Hurry up Mom, you have to drive me there,
we are late already!

I jump out of bed suddenly remembering that he is right - today is the surf
competition of our county.

Henry has been getting into surfing quite a bit lately, and has begun to
start in competitions like today's.

While he is never among the top few, he regularly places in solid midfield,
and makes his mother very very proud.

I quickly put on a bathing suit and a cover-up from my closet, get a towel
and sunscreen, and searching for my sunglasses my son comes in asking:' you
are wearing THIS to the beach???'  I look at him, puzzled.

He grabs the tiniest bikini that I am too embarrassed to wear in public
from my drawer and says: 'How about this one? Makes your boobs look
fantastic!'  giggling he walks out, while I stand there blushing.

Still, I put on the bikini for my lover!

In the car I ask: 'Babe, why does it matter to you what Im wearing at the
beach? You will be surfing and won't be able to see my boobs much anyway!'
'Dude' he says (yes he is a bit too much into the surfer scene) 'I love you
and I want to show of your body' I get silent for a minute, and then pull
the car over in a little parking lot.

'Henry, we need to talk!'  We take the time to have this conversation that
I knew we would have to have eventually.

Henry is surprisingly aware of the possible consequences of our
relationship should anyone ever find out, and we come to an agreement: In
the house, he can be my lover and my man and the dominant alpha male
whenever he wants. He can also be the boy he needs to be sometimes.

Outside the house, he is my son and I am his mother.

The roles are clear, the confusion lifted, and as we drive off I am
starting to think that maybe, JUST MAYBE, we have a chance of making this
work!