Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2010 06:28:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Mummys B & B

My Dad left home when I was just 11 years old. It was a very difficult time
for me and Mummy. I was starting at a new all-boys school, and felt so
insecure, but soon found comfort in the wanking that was going on all
around. Boys seemed to want to take me to quiet places like a locked toilet
cubicles, or the gym store, where I was made to wank them off. I loved it,
feeling their cocks stiffening as I played with them, then wanking them off
and watching them cum, lots of lovely spurts of creamy spunk. One older boy
had started to kiss me as I wanked him, and was soon slipping his tongue
into my mouth as I played with him inside his underpants. Another boy had
been making me kneel down on the filthy toilet floor, and lick and kiss his
helmet as I wanked him. At first I didn't like it, but after a few
sessions, I began to open my mouth and let him push it in a little, just
his helmet. The filthy surroundings seemd to intensify the excitement
somehoh.

At home I grew much closer to Mummy. I had been secretly wearing her
underwear to bed and wanking myself off for quite a while, but now I asked
her if I could dress up in her clothes. To my surprise she said yes and
soon I was parading around the house dressed as a girl, underwear as well,
and even a little make up. I felt so natural. Now I was going to bed in a
nightie and panties and dreaming about boys.

Mummy needed to make extra money. She had a job, but decided to rent the
two spare bedrooms out as b & b and started to advertise. Our first guest
was a teacher at my school, My James. He lived 100 miles away and wanted a
room from Monday to Thursday night. He liked the room, a double on the
front, and in the morning Mum served his breakfast. I was sent in later, in
my school uniform to clear his table. As I collected his crockery, I
noticed the napkins still laying in his lap, so I reached down and placed
my hand over it. As my fingers closed over the napkin, I was suddenly aware
of what I had hold of. My fingers had caught the front of Mr James trousers
and I could feel his clearly feel his penis. "Oh, I am so sorry Mr James" I
blurted out and quickly picked up the napkin. "Don't apologise Peter" he
said "no harm done", and I felt his hand slide up the back of my trousers
and fondle my bottom cheeks for afew seconds.

I went off to school feeling so embarrassed, but also excited that I'd felt
a real mans penis, albeit accidentally. Later that day, I bumped into mr
James. "I am so sorry" I said again as we passed in the corridor. "Come in
here for a moment" he said opening the door to the staff room. I went in,
it was empty. Mr James put his arm around me and pulled me to him as if
cuddling me. "It's ok Peter" he whispered "I understand how it must be here
surrounded by all these boys. Temptation everywhere, and I know you're
enjoying yourself because I've seen you coming out of toiulet cubicles, and
you were not alone." I looked at the floor in embarressment. "It's
perfectly normal Peter, and I won't tell anyone, especially your Mum, ok?"
As I looked up he placed a big kiss on my cheek and squeezed my
bottom. "Yes Sir" I blurted out, and leant against him for comfort, gazing
down at his zip fly, wondering what was hidden in there.

Next day at breakfast, I again went to clear his plates, and notice he was
sitting much nearer the table, although I could still just see the corner
of his napkin sticking out. I cleared the table and was about to walk away
when Mr James whispered "Don't forget the napkin Peter" Without thinking I
slid my hand under the table, out of sight and reached for the napkin. "OH
God" The napkin fell to the floor as I realised that Mr James had his zip
undone and his cock out. I watched as the napkin slowly floated to the
carpet, but couldn't take my hand away, and slowly wrapped my fingers
around his cock. For a few seconds I froze in that position, but instead of
removing my hand, I began a slow masturbation movement out of sight under
the table. It felt completely natural and in seconds I could feel him
stiffening in my hand. I didn't want to stop but my Mummy called me from
the kitchen. I gave his cock one last squeeze and removed my hand, then
kneeling on
 one knee, I picked up the napkin, lifted the corner of the table cloth and
looked briefly at his erect cock. It was lovely, 6 or 7 inches long and
glistening with clear juice. I quietly pushed the table back a few inches,
leant forward and kissed the tip of Mr James cock. "Thankyou Peter" he
whispered as I left the room.

All day at school, I thought about his cock, and when a boy invited me to
the toilets, I was very happy to kneel down and let him push his cock fully
into my mouth. Oh how I wished it was Mr James cock that was now being
pushed in and out. Even though I could feel his climax approaching, I
didn't pull away and just let him cum his lot in my mouth whenever he was
ready. He seemed very happy, and his cum tasted so nice. At nearly 12 years
of age, I was doing good feminine work.

It was Friday morning and MrJames last day till Monday. I popped in to say
hello, while he was eating his breakfast, then went into the
kitchen. "Hello Mum" I said. "Ah Peter, I have to leave now, can you finish
the washing up"? I waited a few miutes, then went in to clear his
table. "Hello Peter, has your Mum gone to work early"? I nodded. "So
there's no-one else in the house"? I nodded again. I picked up the plates
and took them out saying "I'll be back in a minute sir" I hurried back to
find Mr James standing beside his chair without his trousers. They were
neatly folded and on another chair. "You want to play with my cock don't
you Peter"? he whispered. I nodded. "That's quite normal Peter, most boys
play with each other, and some find that they'd like to be with a man, and
that's you isn't it Peter"? "Yes sir" I blurted out. "I'll let you into a
secret Peter, some men still like to be with a young boy. They like having
a young boy play with them,
 and really like to cuddle a naked boy. Would you like a cuddle Peter"? I
nodded . "Come up to my room in 5 minutes Peter, wearing just your
underpants".

He picked up his trousers and went upstairs. I followed, went into my room
and undressed, and then knocked his door. "Come in Peter" I heard him
call. I opened the door, and saw that he was sitting on the edge of the bed
in just his y-fronts. He looked so nice, better than my school
friends. "Close the door Peter and come over here" he whispered. As I
walked towards him he said "Oh Peter, you are such a pretty boy, and look
so nice in your underpants. Boys look nice in just their pants don't they
Peter"? "Yes sir, so do men sir" I asnswered looking at the bulge in his
pants. As I stood in front of him he reached out and put his arms around me
and pulled me to him, untill I was standing between his open legs. His
hands slid down my back until they rested on my bottom cheeks, where he
beagn to carress me. It felt so nice. I stood there resting against his
bare chest as he planted a few kisses on my cheek.

Neither of us spoke until his hands slid down under my underpants and
started to fondle my bare bottom cheeks, when I let out a little moan. "Is
that nice Peter"? he whispered in my ear. I nodded and lifted my head, just
enough for Mr James to find my lips. Our first kiss, lots of little ones,
then a longer one with a hint of tongue. As his tongue slid fully in I felt
him pulling my pants down. Between kisses he looked down. "Oh Peter you are
a beautiful boy" he whisperted as my pants slid down to the
floor. "Quickly, get up onto the bed" he said "We'll have to leave for
school soon" I obeyed and laid on my back. In the mirror opposite I could
see myself and my stiff cock. Mr James stood beide the bed and pulled my
pants right down to the floor. As his cock flopped out I made a gasping
sound. "Oh Sir" I whispered as I reached out and took hold of it. He got on
beside me, my fingers still around his cock.

His arm eased around me, pulled me to him and we kissed again, but this
time it seemd to last for ever. By now I was wanking him as we kissed, and
then I felt his fingers touch my boy-cock. Wow he held me and began to wank
me. As the kiss ended he whispered in my ear "Peter, we can't tell anyone
about this, we must keep it a secret forever. Do you understand"?  "Yes
Sir, I know sir. I'm not going to tell a soul, I'm yours, all yours" We
kissed again, then he lowered himself down slightly, lent over and eased
his lips over my cock. Oh, as I watched, he gave me my first blow job. I
also looked in the mirror and saw his bare bottom. Suddenly I was shouting
"Oh Sir, I'm Cuming"


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