Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 17:10:54 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Mommy - TG/Teen

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This is a work of fiction. If you don't want to read stuff like this, what
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I know its wrong. I know I'm probably going to hell. But I can't help
it. And really, I'm not hurting anyone but...society would condemn me and
call me sick and evil and twisted. But....I suppose I should start at the
beginning. My name is Pamela. Pam for short. I was 16 when I got pregnant
with my son, Chris. It was a scandal in the small town where I lived and my
parents nearly threw me out of the house. The father was my high school
biology teacher. Hehehe...yeah...I know what you're thinking...he taught me
some biology all right. Anyway, he took off as soon as the scandal broke
and barely missed getting caught by the proverbial angry villagers with
torches and pitchforks.

It was rough for a while. People giving me dirty looks in the
supermarket. Not being allowed to attend school. Living with my parents'
near constant condemnation and reproachful looks. I got through it
though. Eventually earning my GED and moving with my beautiful boy across
the country and away from they hypocritical bastards when I turned 18. I
was able to find a decent job as a file clerk in a big law firm and
eventually learned how to be a legal secretary. The pay was very good and
my son and I lived comfortably. When he was 6 I was assigned to Larry, one
of the new attorneys in the firm. I was a hot 22 year old and Larry was
fresh out of law school at 26. We fell in love almost immediately. We kept
our relationship secret form everyone at the firm for a while and then
decided it was just too complicated, so I quit and married Larry and became
a homemaker.

I loved it. For a time we were deliriously happy. For a while. Then I began
to feel like something was missing. It finally dawned on me one day while I
was at the park with my Chris who was 7 years old by then. I saw some other
mothers playing with their daughters. Ohhhing and Ahhhing over their cute
little dresses, their pretty hats, their long curly hair...and I began to
realize that I wanted a daughter. Oh don't get me wrong. I loved Chris to
death. He was a delightful little boy. Quiet and studious. Neat and
polite. But he was a boy. I couldn't buy him all the pretty things I saw
other little girls wearing. I couldn't play house with him like my mom had
with me (before I went and got knocked up and earned her scorn). Chris did
enjoy helping me in the kitchen but it just wasn't the same. The longing
grew and Larry and I talked about it and eventually he agreed that we
should try to have a baby.

The sex was awsome. If you've never had sex with the intent of making a
baby you can't understand. Most of the time when you have sex, even if
you're on birth control, there's always that little nagging fear in the
back of your head. But when you're actually TRYING to get pregnant, there's
a freedom. A liberation. There's no worrying, "Did I take my pill today?"
or "What if the condom breaks." To put it simply...we fucked like
rabbits. Our sex life had always been pretty good, but this took it to a
whole new level. We'd fuck in the morning when Larry woke up with morning
"wood". We'd meet for lunch and fuck again. I'd meet him downtown at the
office and senak off to a nearby hotel like we used to when I was still
working. Sometimes we couldn't even wait to get to the hotel and we'd fuck
in his office. We'd fuck when he got home, in the hottub, in the living
room, while watching TV, during dinner (breaking I don't how many sets of
dishes when we'd suddenly just look at each other and sweep everything off
the table). I'm embaressed to say that Chris caught us on more than one
occasion. Some people might think it wrong but we didn't care if he saw or
even watched. Why shouldn't he know that his parents loved each other so
much that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. The first time he
walked in on us in our bedroom we stopped and explained to him what we were
doing and why and he stood there watching for a few minutes before
apparently getting bored and walking out. After that when he'd find us in
the throws of passion with Larry's big hard cock buried deep in my dripping
pussy he'd more often than not just shake his head and leave us to our lust
filled fucking. Sometimes he'd laugh and say, "You guys look so silly," and
we'd have to laugh too.

After about two months it finally happened. I was late and took an
"at-home" test and sure enough, I was preggers. If anything, our sex life
increased even more, if that's possible. The hormones made me incredibly
horny and I almost coulnd't keep my hands off Larry's cock. We'd be sitting
on the couch just watching Tv when suddenly a wave of lust filled passion
would wash over me and I'd practically rip Larry's shorts off and fall to
my knees and begin sucking him. I didn't even care if Chris was sitting
right there the whole time. Sometimes Chris would get annoyed because he
couldn't hear the TV over our moaning so he'd get up and go to his room,
but several times I happened to glance over and see him watching
intently. His own cute little cock poking up threw his jammies. I mentioned
this to Larry when we were alone and suggested that maybe he should show
Chris how to masterbate so the little guy cold get some relief. Larry said
he'd consider it but I didn't know if he ever did show Chris the joys of
pleasuring himself.

As my belly grew, so did my libido. Larry's too. He loved feeling the baby
kick as I rod his cock up and down. And when my milk dropped and my tits
began leaking, he took immense pleasure in suckiling on them like a
baby. Chris walked in on us once while Larry was sucking on my tits and he
became curious when he heared Larry's noisy slurping. I explained to him
about breastfeeding and how mommies made milk and then he shocked me by
asking, "Can I taste it?" Larry stopped suckling and we looked at each
other. I was sitting on top of Larry's cock, his big tool buried in my wet
cunt to the hilt (our favorite position ever since my belly made missionary
or doggy style too uncomfortable). "It's up to you," Larry said quietly. I
could feel his cock twitching inside me and realized with a start that the
thought of watching my 7 year old son suckling on my big milky tits turned
him on.

I told Chris to come up on the bed with us and had him sit next to his
dad. Larry was in a sitting position and his cock was still inside
me. Larry took one of my breasts and showed Chris how to suckle the
nipple. Chris followed his lead and took my other breast in his two little
hands and brought his mouth closer to my nipple. A little milk squirted out
and hit Chris in the face and he laughed. He licked it off his lips and
said, "Hmmm...not bad," and brought his mouth to my engorged nipple and
began to suckle.  A chill went through my body as my two boys sucked. I'd
never been so horny before in my life. I was nursing my two boys. Feeding
them.  Giving my body to them. I began rocking back and forth on Larry's
cock.  My cunt was so wet that Larry's lap was soaking wet with my
juices. I ground my pubis against Larry and let out a moan of passion as my
clit pressed and rubbed against his public bone. Chris looked up at me and
I gasped in a throaty whisper, "Its ok baby. It feels good. Don't stop."  I
looked down at Larry nursing on my tit and his eyes looked up at me.  I
could see him swallowing my milk and felt him smile around my nipple.
Incredibly it seemed like Larry's cock got even bigger inside me and I
suddenly felt it begin to twich. Larry's eyes rollled up in the back of his
head as his orgasm hit him. That setme off as well and I threw my head back
and moaned, "Ohhhhhh yessssss fuckk me I'm cuuuummminnnngg."  My cunt
juices flowed all over Larry and I could smell the musky sent filling the
room. When we finished cumming, I looked down and Larry lifted his face
from my tit. Chris was still suckling and I watch a few drops of milk
dribble down his chin. When he realized we were watching him he took his
mouth away and smiled. "You guys are so silly," he giggled.

"Did you like that," I asked. He nodded and then, as though it had been
nothing more than tasting a morsel of food from mommy's plate he said,
"Yeah. It tastes ok. Can I go watch TV?" I told him "Ok" and he strolled
out of the room like nothing unusual had happened. I lay down next to Larry
on my side. Rubbing my belly and feeling the baby kick. Larry and I talked
about what had just happened.  We agreed that it was an incredible
experience but not one that we'd encourage. We agreed, however, that it was
probably a very healthy thing for Chris to have experienced and didn't seem
to have adversely affected him. As we discussed the erotic nature of what
we'd done, Larry got hard again and I went down on him and sucked my juices
frm his raging hard-on. We lay on our sides in a sort of 69 position and
Larry played with my pussy and rubbed my belly as I let him face fuck
me. Tasting our mingled cum and pussy juice on his tool as I swirled my
tongue around the big mushroom head and then licked his balls. I rubbed his
nutsack with the palm of my hand and bobbed my head up and down on him,
tasting precum oozing from his piss slit. The bed rocked and squeaked as
Larry thrust himself deeper into my mouth. I loved him so much at that
moment I wanted to have him deep inside my throat. I bobbed my head lower
and lower, taking him further into my mouth with each suck and thrust until
his balls were against my chin and I could feel the tip of his beautiful
cock in the back of my throat. I'd long since learned how to deep throat
him without gagging and I swallowed repeatedly. My throat muscles massaging
his cock as I played with his balls. Lightly running my fingernails across
his sensitive scrotum and tickling the spot between his asshole and sack. I
was moaning and groaning with lust. I wanted to eat him up. I was so hungry
for his cock that I was drooling and saliva leaked from the corners of my
mouth.

Meanwhile, Larry was expertly fingering my cunt. I was still so wet a
dripping with juice that his fingers made squishing noises as he thrust
one, then two then three fingers insde me. He pressed his hand hard against
my pussy as his fingeres massaged the inner walls of my cunt. His thumb
pressed against my clit and he rubbed it faster. Bringing my cunt juice
from his fingers to my clit to keep it well lubricated. Our breathing
increased as we played with each other until Larry suddenly groaned and let
loose a load of hot sticky white cum down my throat. I pulled back some in
order to use my tongue and to taste his next shot. I loved the taste of him
and sucked hard on his prick trying to get every drop of that salty
nectar. My own orgasm began seconds later and I let loose another smaller
flood of cunt juice onto Larry's hand. I took my free hand and pressed his
harder against my greedy cunt, rocking my hips as my orgasm washed over me
and my pussy cream washed over Larry's hand.  All too soon our orgasms
ended and we lay there exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

During my pregnancy, I prayed almost every day for a girl. I made sure that
the main part of my prayer was for a healthy baby of course. But I'd always
throw in at the end, "And please, God, let me have a girl."  God must have
heard my prayers because just over nine months after taking the pregnancy
test my darling, precious Gabrielle was born. I know everyone thinks their
baby is the most beautiful in the world, but even the nurses commented on
how gorgeous my little Gabby was. She had a light wisp of golden hair and
the most incredible green eyes and when she looked at me for the first time
I cried with joy. The first time I breastfed her all I could think of was
the time not a month earlier when I had nursed Larry and Chris and I got so
horny that as soon as the nurse left us alone I slipped my hand under the
blanket and masterbated my still sore cunny. I came while nursing my Gabby
that first time and realized that my orgasm was better at reducing the pain
of the afteraffects of childbirth than any of the drugs the hospital was
giving me.

For the next few months, life was bliss. Compared to what we'd had when I
was pregnant, sex was almost non-exisistent but both Larry and I knew that
we'd get back into the routine as soon as my insides got back to normal. I
worked out in the gym and within 3 months I had my shape nearly back to the
way it was before I'd gotten pregnant. I had a little girl and began buying
her all the dresses and pretty outfits I could, even knowing that it would
be years before she would be able to wear some of them. Chris turned 8 and
life was good.  But God has a funny way of answering your prayers
sometimes, as they say, and in the midst of my joy and happiness tragedy
struck.

I had a doctor's appointment and Gabby had a "Mommy and Me" class, so I
asked Larry if he could take her. Like the darling he was he said, "Sure"
without hesitation. I'd gotten a clean bill of health from the doctor and
was abut to walk out the door when my cell phone rang and my life changed
forever. On the way to the class, a truck lost control and rammed into
Larry's car. There was no easy way to say it. They were gone. Poof. Just
like that. Chris and I were alone again. I don't even remember much of the
following week and I wouldn't bore you with the details of the
funeral. Larry's employers were wonderful and handled everything for
me. They still thought of me as "family" and took care of everything. Larry
had been an only child and his parents had died while he was in college so
everything came to Chris and myself. He had a sizable life insurance policy
so at least we wouldn't have to worry about finances.

To say I was devatated is putting it mildly. I knew I was sinking into a
depression but I had to snap myself out of it for Chris' sake. He was my
anchor during this time and I was his. Even though Larry wasn't his
biological father, he loved him as much as any boy would love their Dad and
so we consoled each other. Many nights we found ourselves laying in bed
together crying in each other's arms and just holding each other. The days
passed and, since it was summer and Chris had no school, we found ourselves
in a rut. Wake, shower, eat, watch TV, eat, more TV, play some games, cry,
eat, more TV, more crying, sleep. This had gone on for several days when I
finally broke the malaise.  What happened was, as I said in the beginning
of this story, very wrong. But I can't say that I'm sorry. Had it not
happened, I don't know what Chris and I would've done or how deep our
mutual dression would've taken us.  It began when i realized I hadn't
pumped my breasts in nearly a day. It had been about two weeks since God
took Larry and Gabby from us and Chris and I had had an especially tough
day. I'd been cleaning out larry's things form the closet to donate to
charity when a note fell out of one of his jacket pockets. It was a silly
stupid love note that he'd written on a piece of hotel stationary during
one of our afternoon romps while I was pregnant. Its not important what it
said (at least not to anyone but me) but there was a line about how happy I
made him and how if he died that moment he'd nevertheless feel his life
complete.

I lost it then. I broke down crying. Sitting in the closet. Chris walked in
on me and saw the note and being a bright boy, he figured out what had set
me off and he sat down next to me to comfort me. Before long, we were both
crying.  The rest fo the day was spent in a fog of tears and it was after
dinner when we were zoned out in front of the TV that my breasts began to
hurt. I felt wetness in my nursing bra and realized I was leaking and the
pain was because I hadn't pumped. Over the previous two weeks, pumping my
breasts had become a chore I hated. It reminded me of the joy I felt
breastfeeding Gabby and of the special time Larry, Chris and I had
shared. The act of pumping my breasts dry and disposing of my milk was an
agonizing reminder of what I'd lost and I would put it off as long as I
could most days. This day I had put it off longer than normal.

I winced in pain and a small gasp escaped my lips. Chris asked what was
wrong and I explained it to him. I probably said more than I should have
when i told him how much I destested pumping my tits "like I was some god
forsaken cow" becuase he piped up with, "I could...you know...if you...I
mean....if it would make you feel better...I...um...could...you know...like
we did with daddy that time...."  I looked down at him. My beautiful
boy. My rock. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized he was asking if I
would like for him to nurse my breasts so I wouldn't have to pump. I
thought about it for a moment. If I refused him, it would be like a slap in
the face. It would be like telling him I didn't want his comfort. I didn't
want his help. As if in a dream, my hands went to my blouse and began to
unbutton it. I slid my blouse off and reached behind me to unhook my bra
rather than simply undoing the nursing flap. For some reason I felt like I
wanted to be completely bare for him. For the first time in two weeks I saw
Chris smile. It was a shy smile. Not one of complete joy but rather the
smile of a boy who's been told he can help his mommy out with something. I
pulled Chris ontoo my lap and he laid his head across my arm much as Gabby
would have when I nursed her. He looked up into my eyes with a hesitant
look as if to say, "Are you sure this is ok?" I simply nodded and he took
my breast in his hands and moved his face to my nipple. As happened the
last time he suckled me some milk squirted out onto his face and I heard
him giggle. Ohhhh God...that giggle...I hadn't realized until that moment
howmuch I'd missed that laugh. A tear fell down my cheek as he took my tit
in his mouth and I felt the milk begin to flow as he suckled me. I cried
quietly so as not to scare him as I thought of all that I'd lost. Chris
continued to suckle me and a tear fell onto his cheek. He looked up with my
nipple still in his mouth. Sucking, drinking my warm milk and I smiled down
at him. I had lost much, but I smiled because I thought of all that I still
had. This beautiful boy. My son. My rock.

I smiled for the first time in weeks, and as the pain left my breast and
brought with it some relief, not just of the physical pain, but of the
emotional pain as well and I began to feel something else I hadn't felt in
the last couple of weeks.  I began to get aroused. I shifted slightly on
the couch as I felt a heat rising in my cunny. I felt a dampness in my
panties and realized I was getting wet. I didn't want to break the moment
but I needed to rub myself...to touch my cunny...to scratch the itch that
was growing in my cunt. I shifted again slightly and squeezed my thighs
together."This is wrong," I said to myself. "I shouldn't be feeling this
way." But I couldn't help it. I had no control over my body, over my
emotions. I looked down at Chris and saw his little cock had slipped out of
the fly in his jammies. It was stiff and twiched in time iwth his
heartbeat. I couldn't take my eyes from it and I felt myself getting
wetter. I could smell my cunt juices as my arousal increased. AS his little
prick pulsed a word began to repeat in my head over and over like a
metronome in time with my own heartbeat. In time with his twitching
dick. In time with his sucking. It was all in perfect synch and the word
kept repeating, "Cock...cock...cock....cock...his cock..." I couldnt take
my eyes away. I couldn't hearing that word. I couldn't stop the pulsing in
my pussy.

I felt my tit nearly empty and Chris took his mouth away and said, "I think
its done." I simply nodded, not trusting my own voice and mostioned for him
to shift position so he could suckle frm my other engorged breast. As he
turned around, his naked little cock brushed against my forearm and it
twitched. Chris jumped a bit but tried not to show it. I felt an electric
shock go through my arm and I gasped. Chris assumed it was because my
breast still hurt and he quickly settled down and gently too my milky tit
into hismouth and began to suckle again. He leaned against my other arm now
and my gaze continued to be rivited to his darling little dickie. "His
cock....cock...his cock....ohhhhh....I want it...I need it...ooohh
God....his cock....cock...cock...I need his cock...." The thoughts came
unbidden into my head. As my breast milk flowed from my other tit my cunt
could take no more. I squeezed my thighs together even harder and my free
hand slid along his leg until it was mere inches from his pretty bald
little boy cock. I watched my fingers as though having an out of body
experience. They crept closer to his shaft. I forced myself to look into
his angelic face. His eyes were closed. He was so peaceful. Suckling
me. Suddenly I felt my fingers touching his little shaft. I eyes flew open
and he looked at me questioningly, without breaking his suck. I smiled down
at him as my fingers closed on his shaft. I caressed his little ball sack
with the tips of my fingers and asked him, "Does that feel good?"  He
nodded at me and kept sucking. I moaned, "Mmmmmm.....I want to thank you
for helping me baby." I ran my thumb over the tip of his prick and rubbed
the head. Chris squirmed in my lap and sucked harder. I closed my hand
around his little pricklett and it nearly disappeared in my grasp. I began
to slowly pump his cock up and down...up and down. Chris sucked my tit
harder and faster. He moaned and the vibrations sent shockwaves through my
nipple and down to my pussy.

I squeezed his shaft and stroked him faster. My breathing began to get
ragged. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my cunt juices flow, saoking
my panties. Chris shfted inmy lap, arching his back and thrusting his hips
in time iwth my strokes. I could hear him breathing through his nose faster
and faster as he suckled me. My tit was empty but he kept sucking. We were
staring into each other's eyes as I pumped my little baby boy's cock. My
cunt had soaked thru my panties and I could feel my nighgown getting
wet. Then Chris reached down with one hand beneath him and felt the damp
spot below his butt where it made contact with my cunt. I bit my lower lip
as I felt the barest touch of his hand thru my panties and noghtgown. He
hadn't intended to touch my pussy, only to feel the wet spot but I had to
have some relief or I would've exploded. I looked at him and simply nodded.
I rubbed his bald little ball sack with the palm of my hand and lifted my
hips slightly to force his hand harder against my cunt. Chris got the
message and pressed his hand hard against me. He'd seen Larry and I
masterbate each other enough that he knew what I wanted...what I needed and
he pushed my nighgown up and slid his hand into my panties. At the first
touch of his fingers on my cunt I came. I threw my head back and nearly
screamed as I came. I felt Chris' little cockett spasm at the same time and
twitch in my hand as he came. He closed his eyes and moaned with my tit
still in his mouth. His tounge flicking over the sensitive nipple and I
felt another wave of orgasm flow through me like electrcity.  My cunt
gushed and soaked his hand and finally when it ended and he brought his
hand out from between our bodies he took his mouth from my nipple and
brought his hand to his nose and sniffed the juices. He stuck out a tongue
and tasted my cunt cream hesitently and then, like a starving man, he
licked his fingers clean.

He sat up and moved off me and asked, "Do you feel better now Mommy?" I
felt tears flowing down my cheek and said, "Oh yes baby. I feel much much
better. Thank you so much darling." I hugged him tightly and he hugged me
back. "Thank you Mommy. I feel a lot better too," he said softly.

So began my downward spiral into depravity (or my upward climb out of
depression - depending on how you look at it). Chris and I snuggled up
close and watched Tv until bedtime. We didn't speak about what happened
until I was tucking him into bed. It was then he said, "Mommy, if you want,
you don't have to pump anymore. I'll help you out whenever you want." I
kissed his cheek and said, "Thank you baby. I may take you up on
that. sleep tight." As I clicked off the light I noticed a contented smile
on his face and again I thought about how long it had been since I'd seen
Chris happy.  I realized as I snuggled into my own bed that I too seemed to
have the bareset hint of a smile on my face as well for the first time
since the accident.  As I drifted off the sleep I remember thinking, "Maybe
Chris and I CAN get over this."  Sometime in the middleof the night, I felt
Chris climb into bed with me and I draped my arm around his as I'd done so
often with Larry and snuggled up close to him. Towards morning I woke up
feeling Chris' little hardon poking me in the back. We must have rolled
over onto our other sides sometime in the night. I wasn't shocked as I knew
boys and men generally awoke with a piss hardon in the mornings and, after
all he was my little boy and after what we did last night I didn't feel
disturbed or disgusted that the little angel's sweet little pricklett was
poking me. In fact I actually smiled and in the half sleep of morning
wiggled my ass on it imagining for just a moment that it was Larry.

I must have wiggled too much for the poor baby because suddenly I felt a
warm wetness begin to spread all around my ass. I realized with a start
that Chris was peeing in his sleep. I didn't even think about cum because I
knew he was too young for that and the wetness was way too much even for a
full grown man. Not wanting to embaress him, but not wanting to lay in a
colling puddle ofpiss, I gently woke Chris and told him to go to the
bathroom and clean himself up. He was embaressed nevertheless and
apologetic. I assured him it was ok and wasn't his fault and kissed him on
the cheek. He went to the bathroom and I stripped the bed. Luckily the pad
under the sheet had absorbed most of it and I threew it all in washing
machine. While in the laundry room I stripped off my nightgown which was
also soaked with pee and tossed it in with the sheet and matress pad.  I
wasn't shy about being nude in the house - hell, Chris had seen me and his
dad fucking like rabbits - so on the way back to my room I stopped to make
some coffee.

While the pot was brewing, Chris came intothe kitchen naked as a
jaybird. He never developed any shyness or modesty around me, thank
goodnees. I think modesty is ridiculous anyway. I'm not a nudist but the
human body is a beautiful thing, made in God's image, and if you're in your
own home what's the big deal. "What should I do with my jammies Mom?" he
asked.

"Put 'em in the hamper in the laundry room, sweety. I'm doing a wash." When
he came back into the kitchen, he simply sat down without bothering to go
to his room to change. As I said, I have no problem with nudity in the home
but, by the same token, I'm not a nudist, but I do find that more often
than not I'm more comfortable with something on. A pairof panties and a tee
shirt or a pair of loose cotton shorts. It's just easier if I happen to get
a little horny and my pussy gets damp. No one likes to sit in a chair with
a wet spot on it. Also, I don't like stickiing to the leather or vinal
chairs and, then again, sometimes it gets a bit chilly. Anyway, while I
didn't mind Chris being nude at the table, I thought he might be more
comfortable in some clothes so I asked him if he didn't want to go put
something on. "Everything's in the wash Mom."

"Everything?" I asked.

"Yep," he said.

Everything?" I asked again stupidly. "Every single thing you own is in the
wash?"

"Mom," Chris said gently, "you haven't done the wash in over two weeks."  I
realized suddenly that he was right. It was almost laundry day when Larry
and Gabby were taken from us and I'd been so depressed that I hadn't had
the energy to do a load of wash ever since.

"Oh baby," I began, tears welling up in my eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't
realize...I...I've just been..."

"It's ok Mom. I understand," he said. "But my butt IS kinda sticking to the
chair...."

"Oh baby...I'm sorry," I said again. "I'll find something for you...."  I
went to his room and searched through the drawers and closet. Sure enough,
Chris was right. Every stich of clothing he owned was no where to be
found. I went to the laundry room and looked in the hamper. I'd stupidly
thrown the sheets and matress pad into the hamper before putting them in
the washing machine and everything in the overflowing hamper now smelled
like pee. In truth, even without having thrown the sheets in there, the
clothes were none too fresh...having sat in the hamper for two weeks. God
only knew what was growing in the pile.  I went to my own room but realized
that I'd already packed up all of Larry's clothes...even if they would've
fit.  I thought for a second about giving Chris a pair of my cotton shorts
but realized they too were way to big for his small 8 year old frame. But
that did give me an idea. I went into Gabby's nursery for the first time
since the accident. For a moment I could still smell her and I fought back
the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. I looked through her closet and,
there, buried behind her infant clothes were some boxes that I'd bought on
impulse. I remembered that the dresses and skirts and panties were way too
big for an infant but I'd gone a bit crazy when Gabby was born and knew
that she'd grow into them eventually.  Little did I realize that she'd
never have the chance to wear them. I choked back a sob and took the boxes
to the kitchen.

"What's that?" Chris asked.

"Christmas in July," I said with a smile.

"Huh?"  I explained to Chris about buying things for Gabby even though I
knew it would be years before she'd be able to wear them and I found a
package that I was looking for. Inside were several packs of little girl
panties. They weren't the toddler type that were hidden away in another
drawer in Gabby's room. They didn't have Disney princesses or Strawberry
Shortcake. No. These I bought imagining the day when Gabby would ask me for
"big girl panties like you wear Mommy." Again I fought back the grief,
determined not to let it overwhelm me as it had the previous day. I tried
to find a package that had some plain panties but it seemed like I must
have gone overboard in buying frilly, girly things for Gabby. All I could
find were pack after pack of nylon or lacey bikini cut, pink cherry red,
and various pastels. Some with little bows, some with flower
prints. Nothing even remotely unisex. I looked at Chris and he gazed back
at me with a quizzical look. I sighed and took out the least girly pair I
could find. they were a pastel yellow with lace trim on the waist and leg
holes with a flower print design. I held them up and said, "Well, what
doyou think?"

"You want me to wear those?" he asked. As though I'd just asked him to wear
a snake on his head.

"Well...if you can find a pair you like better....Its either this or stay
naked till I get some wash done kiddo." He stood and walked over to the
packages laying all over the table and began to sort through them
himself. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup, letting
him take his time to consider his options. I didn't want to push him to
doing something he wasn't comfortabel with and I really didn't care if he
stayed naked for a few hours while I did the laundry.  But if he felt
uncomfortable with his nudity he didn't have many options. I felt bad for
putting him in this predicament. "Look, if you want, I can go run to the
stor and buy you a pack of boy undies. But I hate to leave you alone..."

"No!" said quickly. "Don't leave me alone."

"Ok.  You know...its no big deal," I said, trying to ease his mind about
wearing panties. "I mean its just us two. No one's gonna see. And its just
for a coupleof hours till I get the laundry done."  He nodded and, to my
surprise, held up a pair of pink lace boyshorts. "Can I wae these?" he
asked.

"Sure!" I said, surprised by his choice. "They aren't too...girly?" I asked
tentatively. Chris merely shrugged. As he bent to put them on, I noticed
that his little boy cock was standing out as stiff as it had been the night
before when he suckled my breasts. I stared as he slid them up his legs and
couldn't help but smile as his dickie tented out the front. I didn't know
quite what to make of that. I picked up the boxes and was about to dump
them on the floor when Chris asked, "Is there a shirt or something in there
I can wear too? These kitchen chairs are kinda sticky."

I looked at him with what must've been a dumbfounded look on my face
because he quickly said, "Never mind, I'll deal." I quickly recovered and
said, "No sweety...its ok...let me see what I have." I took a couple of
boxes and put them back on the table. Chris had moved closer to me and as I
bent over the first box my naked breast brushed against his arm.
Immediately milk began to leak from my tits. I grabbed a paper towel and
wiped it up before it got on the packages but touching my nipples only made
them leak more. I told Chris the packages would have to wait a bit while I
pumped my breasts. "I can do it for you Mommy," he said a bit too quickly,
"You know. Like we did last night..."  I looked at him and suddenly felt my
cunt twicth in anticipation.

I thought to myself, "No, no. This is so wrong...I can't...but...he just
wants to help and....oh god" A rush of lust flooded my body as I remembered
last night's orgasm. I again had flashes in my mind of that wonderful night
only two months ago (it seemed like a lifetime) when Chris and Larry had
suckled me while Larry's big hard cock throbbed inside my pussy.  Only now
those images included last night's scene as well and I remembered how
Chris' little pricklett had felt in my hand. And now, looking at
him...hard...wearing a pair of pink boy shorts panties...my pussy began to
get damp. I even felt a drop of my cunt juice dripping down my leg and so I
nodded and took my little boy's hand and led him to the couch in the TV
room.

I sat down naked and Chris climbed into my lap and laid his down in the
crook of my arm. Without any discussion he took my tit in his hand and
began to suckle me. AS it had done last night, his sucking began to arouse
me. The feeling of the milk flowing thru my nipples. Watching him drink
from me. Feeling his panty clad ass pressing into my naked cunt. The images
and feelings of Larry's hard cock throbbing in me while he and Chris sucked
my tits flooded my mind. My hand went to Chris' lace covered boy cock. This
time I didn't feel like I was out of body. This time I was in ctrol of
myself. But that still didn't stop me from beginning to caress his cute
little hairless pricklett thru the lace. Chris likewise didn't hesitate to
slide his hand beneath his butt to caress my naked pussy. I had always kept
myself shaved bare so his fingers slid easily between us.  My wetness was
evident and this time Chris slid a finger in between my pussy lips. I
gasped as I felt him penetrate my slit. This time there was no pretense of
"thanking him" I rubbed his cockett blatantly, wantonly. I don't know what
I was thinking. No...that's not quite true.  I knew exactly what I was
thinking. I was thinking how much he reminded me of Larry...even if he
didnt look like him. I was thinking how much I loved him. And I was
thinking how much I needed to cum. I didn't care that he was my 8 year old
son. He could have been the Pope for all I cared at that moment. I need to
feel his cock in me. I needed to make him cum. I needed him to make ME cum.

Sooner than I'd expected, he finished emptying one tit and quickly switched
positions and began to suckle at the other one. I now slipped my hand
inside the panties and began to furiously stroke him. I suddenly became
wild. I began talking dirty to him. "Oh yeah baby....suckMommy's tits.
Yeah...you like that baby...you like Mommy jerking your big dick
baby...mmmmmm....you like these pretty panties don't you sweety...ohhh God
Chris...oh I love you...yes yes finger Mommy's cunt...finger fuck me
baby...oh yesss...do it do it ...yesss....ohhhhhhhhhhh..." and suddenly I
was cumming. Hard. My juices flowed over his hand and he pulled it out and
stopped suckling to lick his fingers clean.

"Oh shit Chris baby...oh God you're so hot and sexy. Oh baby I love you so
much..." I leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Not like a mother
should ever kiss her baby boy. I kissed him like a lover. I shoved my
tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue back into my own. I kissed his
neck and hugged him tightly. I lifted him up off my lap and sat him on the
couch and slid to the floor on my knees. I spread my legs like a wanton
harlot. Looking him in the eyes as he watched me rub my sopping wet cunt. I
rubbed my clit and shoved two fingers into my gaping gash as I leaned
forward and pulled his panties down over his cock and balls. I leaned down
and without even thinking I opened my mouth and took him fully inside. I
sucked his little cockett like a mad woman. My head bobbed up and
down. When i looked up with his cock in my mouth and my tongue swirling
around the skinny shaft I saw Chris had his back thrown back and his eyes
closed. Chris moaned as I rubbed his balls with my free hand while
fingering my cunt with the other. "Ohhhhhhh M-Mom-Mommeeeeee....." and I
felt his little dickie twitch in my slutty mouth. I sucked harder and he
lifted his ass from the couch and bucked his hips. As he did I slid one of
the fingers that had been in my cunt and that was wet with my pussy juice
into his asshole and I finger fucked him. His mouth opened wide in a silent
"O" and his hips bucked even more. I felt his cock twitching over and over
in what seemed like an endless orgasm. He gasped as he caught his breath
and lowered his butt back onto the couch. I withdrew my finger and resumed
my own depraved masterbation. an explosion went off in my brain and I came
and came and came. I came so hard I sat back on the floor and had to lay
down. It was several minutes before I could find the strength to even lift
my head and look at my baby boy. "Oh God," I thought, "What have I done. I
practically raped my own baby boy."

He looked down at me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "That
was fun Mommy.  But I'm hungry. Whatcha making for breakfast?" I began to
laugh. I slowly stood up. My legs weak. My inner thighs wet from my cunt
cream.  I smelled like a whore. "I think I need a shower first," I said.

"Ok," Chris replied. As I began to walk back to my bedroom, I heard him ask
"Which box has the shirts?"

"I don't know," I said, my voice shaky. "Um...try em all."  As I got into
the shower another wave of guilt washed over me. I knew it was wrong,
but...damn it...we were having fun for the first time in weeks and I felt
that perhaps this might be the best thing for both of us. I had a feeling
this was the beginning of a new chapter of my life. If so, I would face it
like I had the ones that came before. With Chris at my side.