Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2009 19:29:32 +0000
From: A. B. <wildcard100@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Mommy - part 4

This is part 4 of the Helping Mommy story I wrote for the TG/Teen
section. Please include it with the rest of that story
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Disclaimer: Usual warning. This is a work of fiction. If you dont' know
what that means, look it up in a dictionary. Nothing about this is real and
should not be considered as anything other than pure mastabatory
material. Don't even think of trying any of this in real life. This story
contains scenes of incest and underage sex and if that offends you, tough
shit. You shouldn't be reading these things in the first place.
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Helping Mommy - Part 4 (If you haven't read parts 1 thru 3, I suggest you
do so before reading this)

So that was how it started. My precious little boy began wearing the
clothes I'd originally bought for Gabby almost every day. He was still
in first grade and wore his regular clothes to school. But as soon as
he got home he'd run to his room with a quick, "Hi Mom," and emerge
minutes later in a skirt and blouse or a pretty dress. Thre was never
any question about wha the was wearing underneath. He would
unselfconsciously show me his panties and training bra and ask me if
they matched his outfit. I felt horribly guilty about having sex with
him but I rationalized it as being a healing process for the pain and
loss we both felt. Over the next couple of days I vowed not to do it
again and would pump my breasts when Chris wasn't around. I guess he
didn't realize how often it needed to be done because he didn't bring
up "helping me" again until he caught me three days later.

He'd
gone over to a friend's hosue a few doors down. He'd been gone most of
the day and my tits were aching because I hadn't pumped since he'd left
tin the morning.  They felt full and heavy. I thought about waiting
till he got home and doing it in the bathroom but I thought if I did
there was a chance he'd wonder why I was in the bathroom so long.  On
the other hand, I knew if I started now and he came home while I was in
the middle of it, he might be upset that I wasn't letting him "help
me". I didn't want to go into the bathroom when he wasn't home because
I couldn't hear him come in from upstairs and thought he'd be afraid if
he came home and didn't hear me.  I couldn't wait anymore, my tits hurt
so I grabbed my breast pump and began the miserable chore of pumping
the milk from my breasts as I sat at the kitchen table. I'd just
started, however, when inevitably, I heard the front door open and
close and Chris calling out, "Hi Mommy, I'm home!"

"Shit," I
whispered quietly and tried to quickly put away the breast pump. I'd
only gotten it stashed in the cabinet when Chris walked into the
kitchen before I could button up my blouse. I stood there nervously
smiling at him as I tried to cover myself. My nipples still leaking
milk down my belly and across my arms. "Oh my god!" Chris said
worridly, "I'm sorry Mommy. I was gone so long. You boobies must hurt
huh? I haven't drank from them in days have I? C'mon...let's go in the
TV room and you can lie down and I'll help you." I tried to resist and
tell him "no" but he looked at me with a sadness in his eyes, "You
don't want me to help you Mommy?"

"No, darling...its not
that...its...its just that...little boys shouldn't be suckling their
mommy's breasts at your age. You're almost 8 after all and suckling is
really just for babies.  I'll just pump my breasts."

"But why
Mommy? Why can't I help you?" And I had no good explanation. My mouth
wouldn't work. "Because its not right" just wasn't really an answer was
it? And why wasn't it ok for him to suckle from me? Just because
society thought he was too old? When exactly had he become too old? At
24 months? 25 months? 36 months? When exactly was the cutoff? Three
years, six months and 27 days? It was ridiculous really. He was still
my baby boy...er...girl...whatever...he was still my baby and he wanted
to help me and...oh god...it felt so much better to have him do it than
that cold plastic *thing*. So I let him tug on my arm and pull me into
the TV room where I again laid down on the sofa and Chrissy stripped
off his shirt and shorts (and I noticed he was wearing his pink nylon
bikini panties) and he suckled me. As he did so I felt him become stiff
in his panties. I felt his little cockett pressing against my bare
thigh and he began to hump against my leg, rubbing himself on me like a
little horny puppy. I smiled but told him he should stop that.

He
stoppped suckling for a moment to ask innocently, "Why Mommy?" Again I
had no answer other than "Because" but before I could say anything he
continued, "We did it the other day and you didn't mind," and he was
right. We HAD done it...and more...and if I told him it was wrong now
then surely he'd realize it had been wrong before and that would open
up a whole new can of worms. So...god help me...I didn't say anything.
I let him continue rubbing his little pricklett on me and he continued
suckling my tits. As happened before I began to get aroused and I felt
my panties getting wet. I could tell my pussy juice was seeping through
my nylon shorts and I could smell my sex. I looked down at Chris
suckling me and saw that he knew I was getting turned on. He smiled up
at me with my tit in his mouth and then he reached down and began to
rub my cunt thru my shorts. "No, no no," I thought to myself, "not
again...oh god...I'm such a whore...to let my baby do this to me..."
but it was too late. I was gone by then. Lost in a world of excitement
and lust. The last bit of resistance was gone. Before I knew it we were
in a 69 and I was sucking his little cock and he was licking my nasty
cunt. His little tongue darting in and out of my fuckhole as I swirled
my own tongue around his stiff little dickie. Sucking the soft head and
licking his little balls. I didn't care any more if it was right or
wrong. He was my baby. He was mine and I was his. We were all we had
and we loved each other body and soul and this pleasure we were giving
to each other was just an expression of how deeply we loved each
other.  We came almost at the same time and when I felt his little cock
twitching in my mouth I knew I could never again deny him this
pleasure. With my hands on his tight little ass cheeks I felt him tense
and stiffen as he had his little baby orgasm and it set me off and I
arched my back and came against his sweet little tongue as it flicked
across my clit.

"Ohhhhhh god baby...you're a natural cunt
licker," I said when my breath returned. He turned around and lay on
top of me and we kissed. I could taste my cunt juice on his face and
licked him clean. He smiled and laughed and said, "That tickles Mommy."
That set me off into a tickling match with him. Wriggling my fingers
against his ribs and his belly. His giggles sending me into a fit of
laughter as he tried to tickle me back...under my arms....along my
ribs...and soon enough...between my legs. Before long our fingers were
fondling each other again and we masturbated each other to another set
of mutual orgasms.

>From that point on, I never looked back.
Chris "milked" me at least three times a day. In the mornings before he
left to catch the school bus and in the afternoons when he got home and
after dinner as we watched TV together. We would often sleep
together....he in a pretty little nightgown and panties...but I
encouraged him to sleep in his own bed too. But I have to admit it felt
so good to have a warm body sleeping next to me and I loved waking in
the middle of the night to feel him suckling me or to feel his little
pricklett pressing against my thigh. some nights we'd fall asleep in a
69 position laying on our sides...me with his cock in my mouth and he
was his fingers...or sometimes his whole hand...inside my cunt.

When
Chris turned 8 we had two parties. One for all his friends from school
and the neighborhood where he got action figures and a football and a
baseball mitt...and the other...later that evening at home just he and
I where I gave him three dresses, a dozen pairs of pretty, sexy, big
girl panties of different styles and four new training bras...padded to
give him just a hint of a bustline. I hand't seen him so happy since
before the accident and he hugged me so tight I couldn't breath. He ran
with his packages and tried them all on and modeled everything for me.
As he came out in the last one...a pink flower print sleeveless summer
dress with a crocheted top...I noticed just the hint of sadness beneath
his smile. I knew my darling little...girl...well enough to ask,
"What's wrong honey? Don't you like that one?"

"No, Mommy...I love it...its not that...i-its just..."

"What babydoll?"

"Well...I wish I could go shopping with you sometime and pick out some things myself."

"Oh...um..of course darling," I said. What could I say after all?

That
weekend Chrissy dressed up in one of his new dresses, a multicolored
floral print short sleeved tiered dress. Chrissy loved it because when
he twirled around the bottom practicly floated on air it was so light.
Beneath it he wore a poweder blue lace boyshort and matching traning
bra. One of the new ones I'd bought him with a little padding. His hair
was still growing out and barely came to shoulder length but I styled
it as best I could and put a little red hair ribbon in it. He slipped
on some  sandals and I put just a touch of blush and lip gloss on him
and off we went to the mall. I think I was more nervous than he was.

We'd
been shopping for over two hours and Chrissy was having the time of his
(or her) life. He absolutely loved the underwear section and I bought
him more panties than I can count. He begged me for some tights and I
found some in his size in various colors. We only bought one dress but
I lost count of how many he tried on. We passed other moms with their
daughters and most smiled at Chirssy's exuberance and I smiled back. I
realized for the first time that I was now one of those moms...fussing
over her little girl and finding pretty dresses for her to try on. It
was what I had dreamed about years ago....only it hadn't turned out
quite as I'd expected. Nevertheless, I was determined that we would
enjoy ourselves. As I walked around a stand of skirts however, it
happened.

"Hi
Pam," a voice called out behind me. I turned and there was Richard
Morgan, my neighbor from two doors down. I jumped a bit when I saw
Chrissy come around the corner right behind him with a denim miniskirt
in his hand. "Hi Richard," I said. Hoping I could get away from him
before he saw Chrissy. Chris often played with Richard's two
kids...Michael who was 9 years old (about 6 months older than Chris)
and Mandy who was 12. Before I could extricate myself form the
situation, however, Chrissy piped up, "Hi Mr. Morgan," he said. Richard
turned and I saw a look of confusion pass across his face that was
quickly followed by one of recognition. "Hi...um..Chris," Richard said.
"I'm not Chirs right now Mr. Morgan. I'm Chrissy. I like Mommy to call
me Chrissy when I dress up."  So much for my idea of trying to pass
Chrissy off as my niece from out of town.

"Um...Richard...I..."
I was about to say, "I can explain" when it suddenly occurred to me
that I didn't have to explain anything to this man. I didn't have to
explain myself to those nosey assholes in my old home town when I'd
gotten pregnant and I certainly didn't have to explain anything to this
man who was little more than an acquaintance. Who was he to judge me
anyway? I was getting good and riled up in the span of about a half
second when Richard cut me short and said, "You don't have to say
anything Pam. Its none of my business.  And to be honest with you, I
sorta had an idea that there was a 'Chrissy' hiding inside Chris." He
chuckled a bit when he saw the look of disbelief on my face.
"I'd...ummm....sorta noticed his panties peeking out of his shorts a
few times when he was playing with Michael."

"And you never said anything?" I asked incredulously.

"Like
I said," he replied, "its none of my business.
Chris...err..Chrissy...seems like a happy kid...especially after losing
his dad and baby sister so...what's the harm."  I stood there with my
mouth open, staring at him stupidly. I couldn't think of anything to
say except, "Thank you."  And for some strange reason, I felt tears
welling up in my eyes. I blinked several times and forced them back.
Richard smiled gently and said, "Nothing to thank me for Pam." He
paused for a moment and I thought he was uncomfortable with the
situation and merely looking for an exit strategy when he said,
"Um....listen. I hope you don't think I'm being forward or anything
but...would you like to go have dinner with me sometime? It wouldn't
be a date or anything. I just thought...you know...you could maybe use
some adult time. I know after my divorce when Rita left me with the
kids I was dying for some adult company."

I
thought about it for a moment. I had been on my own with Chris for so
long before I'd met Larry that I never really thought of "adult time"
until after we'd gotten married.  Since the accident, Chris had been my
life-line and, until Richard had mentioned it, I hadn't realized how
much I missed having an adult conversation. It didn't take me very long
therefore to say, "Sure. I'd like that Richard."

"Great," he said with a
smile that belied his 'not a date' comment. "Mandy can babysit Michael
and Chris...sy. How about tomorrow?"

I
grinned inwardly at the way he'd quickly added the feminine "y" to the
end of Chris' name, clearly still unsure of how to deal with the
situation despite his assurances to the contrary.  "That sounds great,"
I said, "I'll come by your place with Chris around seven."

We
went home shortly thereafter and Chrissy modeled everything for me.
Chrissy suckled my tits and we made slow love together. Mostly mutual
masturbation and some licking and sucking. As we lay naked together
snuggling on the sofa, I explained to Chris that he had to be mroe
careful when going out with panties on becuase not everyone would
understand or approve of a boy wearing girl's panties. He said he
understood and asked if he could still wear panties when he went over
to play with Michael and Mandy. I figured that since Richard already
knew and didn't mind, that it  would be ok and told him so.

The
next couple of days were uneventful. Chris had school and sucked my
tits as usual. Some days we'd play. Some days we'd just relax and act
like a normal mother and son...except that my "son" was wearing
panties and frilly nightys as we'd cuddle together watching TV.  Friday
came soon enough and Chris and I walked over to Richard's house.
Although he wore a tshirt and shorts, I noticed that Chris had a pair
of pink panties on and I could see the waistband peeking out whenever
he'd bend over. As soon as we arrived, Chris and Michael went to his
room to play video games. Mandy let me in and offered me a soda while I
waited for her dad, who she said had just gotten out of the shower. I
apologized for being early but she didn't seem to mind keeping me
company. We chatted about school and whatnot and I was struck by how
she was maturing...emotionally if not yet physically. Mandy had long
coltish legs that seemed to go on forever. At 12 she was already very
tall at 5"8" and were it not for her flat chest, she'd look like she was
16. She had thick, wavy, dirty blond hair that fell to below her
shoulders and beautiful green eyes that held you hypnotized when she
looked at you. She had a straight perfect nose and a light spray of
freckles across the bridge that would soon fade. Her full sensous lips
were naturally red and pouty and had probably been turning men's (and
quite a few women's) heads probably since she was 5. Rather than being
a gawky gangling teen, she moved with a grace that showed off her
athletic talents from gymnastics.  As she sat across from me in an easy
chair, she tucked her legs up under her butt and I noticed with a
slight start that her shorts gapped at the legs where they met her
crotch and I could see her naked pussy peeking out. I felt myself blush
and I looked away but when I looked back she asked me if I was ok.
"W-Why do you ask honey?" I said.

"Well, you got all red for a minute. Are you having a hot flash?" In fact I was...but not the kind she meant.


"No
Mandy. I'm not old enough, yet, to be going through menopause," I
chuckled. I quickly changed the subject but when I happened to glance
down I noticed that more of Mandy's pussy was exposed through the leg
hole of her shorts and this time, when I looked up blushing, she was
looking right into my eyes and had a wicked little smile on her face. I
was saved from any further embaressment though as Richard appeared in
the doorway to the living room and took my arm.

"You look great," he said.

"Thanks,"
I replied after clearing my throat. As we left, I thought about Mandy
and the fact that she was obviously exposing herself to me. I wondered,
briefly, if Chris would be ok with her but chuckled to myself as I
thought that Mandy seducing my little boy would be the most normal
sexual experience he'd had.

Dinner
was wonderful. I'd forgotten how much I needed to have adult
conversations. I never knew he owned a logging business but now I could
see from his rugged good looks, square jaw, big strong arms, dark tan
and dark brown eyes that this was a man who worked outdoors. In many
ways he was the opposite of Larry, which was good. But in the ways that
mattered, he could have been Larry's clone. He was charming and polite
with a quirky sense of humor that I loved. He was unpretentious and
warm with an easy smile and a chivalrous streak that made me feel very
feminine. He held open the car door for me as well as the one for the
restaurant and when we came to a big puddle in the street I half
expected to him lay his coat across it for me to walk on. Instead, he
simply said, "May I?" and held my waist and lifted me over it.  I had
butterflies in my stomach.

All too soon, our evening ended and
we were back at his place. It was late but the kids were still up. "May
I see you again?" he asked. "I'd like that," I said, "Yes."  Chris and
I walked home and I asked him if he'd had a good time. He smiled and
said, "Yeah. Mike and Mandy are great."  Once home I helped him change
into a nightgown and put him to bed. As he stripped off his shorts
though, I noticed that he was wearing a peach colored boyshort panty.
I'd thought he'd been wearing a paink bikinicut when we'd gone to
Robert's but I assumed I'd been mistaken. His little cockett looked
adorable in them nonetheless. I stripped naked and just fell into bed.
I was tired and, for the first time in months, began to think of having
a relationship with another man. I worried as I fell asleep how Chris
would react though.  Whether he would get jealous. I awoke inthe middle
of the night to feel Chrissy suckling my tits and I moaned and pulled
him close to me. Half asleep I reached down and rubbed his little dick
and played my thumb around the tiny head. I caressed his little
ballsack with my fingers and he moaned against my nipple. I felt him
reach between my legs and begin to finger me and I spread my legs wide
for him. Opening my cunt for my little baby sissy boy to play with. He
soon had two and then three fingers inside me and was thrusting in and
out of my sopping wet fuck hole as I stroked his boy clit. His hand
pumping againt my cunt and hitting my clit as it made squshing noises.
My hot cunt wrapped around his fingers practically sucking them in.  He
moved around and began sucking my other tit, emptying it of its milk. I
could hear him swallowing my love and got even more aroused. He
continued to finger fuck me, rubbing my juice over my swollen clit and
making me come fully awake and arch my hips off the bed. I could smell
my sex juice coming from my pussy and leaking down the crack of my ass
as my little girly boy used my fuck hole. My hips were thrusting,
pumping up and down as I fucked his hand. My hungry cunt needing to be
filled and using my baby's hand to do so. I spread my legs wider so
more of his hand could slip inside me. I felt his fingers wiggle
against the wet walls of my cunt and it drove me over the edge.

"Ohhhh
god baby...Oh yesss my babydoll....you're making Mommy feel so
good...my little sissy boy...my little angel...my baby lover...frig
your Mommy's cunt you nasty little girl-boy. Fuck me, fuck me you slut
bitch. You little baby slut fuck meeeeeee!"  Suddenly I felt his other
hand, which had been massaging my tits, slide down to my cunt and I
felt him wet a finger of that hand with my cunt cream. Then I felt him
slipping his hand under me, between my asscheeks and I felt his finger
slip into my asshole. I gasped as I hadn't had my asshole played with
since Larry'd died. I hadn't talked to Chrissy about it because I never
thought he'd be interested. I'd just assumed he'd think that sort of
thing was nasty, but now there he was, shoving his little finger into
my most intimate of places. "Oh fuck yes baby...fuck Mommy's asshole.
Do it you nasty little girl. Finger fuck my shit hole."

I felt
Chrissy grin around my nipple as he humped his little prick against my
hand and drove his fingeres in and out of my cunt and asshole faster
until I felt my orgasm sweeping over me. I screamed outload,
"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck FUCK! YESssssssssssssss" and I felt Chris go stiff as
well with his own baby cum. He pressed his sissy cock against me hard
as his legs stiffened and he sucked my tit harder, almost biting the
nipple.  Wave after wave of pleausre rippled over my body and I
screamed and moaned like a dirty filthy whore. We came down from our
highs and our bodies relaxed in a tangled sweaty heap. His fingers
still inside me. I didn't want him to pull out. Soon enough though he
took his hands from my hot wet holes and nuzzled up close to me. He
smleed like my cunt. The room reeked of sex and I hugged him tight.  As
we were drifting off to sleep it occurred to me to ask him when he'd
learned to do that with my asshole. Chrissy just giggled and I was too
tired to press the issue. I fell asleep and the next morning had pretty
much forgotten about it.

Over the next few weeks Robert and I
went out often. I suppose we began dating without ever really
discussing it. I was still lactating and Chris would suckle me as he
had been doing several times a day, and often these nursing sessions
ended with our making love to each other. I still felt pangs of guilt
at what we were doing but when Chris' little mouth would suck on my
nipples and I'd feel my milk flowing into his mouth, nurishing him, I
couldn't help it. I would get aroused and my cunt would get wet and
Chris would begin to finger my pussy and all reason was lost. Once he
was finished suckling he would finish with a "dessert" of my pussy
juice and sometimes we'd 69 and I'd suck his little sissy clit (as I'd
come to think of it) while his little toungue fucked my hole. I loved
feeling his little prick twitching in my mouth and making him cum and
He'd quickly become an expert at licking my pussy and even began to
tongue fuck my asshole.  It surprised me at how quickly he learned to
do things I hadn't taught him. Soon enough I was to discover the reason
for his expertise.

On our sixth date Richard and I finally
kissed. We'd gone to some forgettable sappy love story movie and as we
sat in a coffee shop afterwards laughing about how awful the film was,
I suddenly realzied that Chris hadn't nursed from me since he'd gotten
home from school earlier that day. For some reason, I'd chosen to wear
a thin bra instead of my usual nursing bra. I think subconsciously I
wanted to wear something sexy for Richard. My breasts were tender
however and full of milk and, when Richard turned his head for a
moment, I reached up and absently massaged them. I immediately realzied
that  I'd made a mistake when I felt my blouse get damp. I was so
embaressed when Richard noticed and realized what had happened. Being
the perfect gentleman, however, he quickly paid and hustled me out to
his car. I was near tears. "I'm so embaressed..." I said.

"Its
ok. There's nothing to be embaressed about. Its perfectly natural and
no one even noticed," he said. "C'mon, I'll take you home and you
can....um...do...whatever you need to do."

I laughed softly and
wiped the tears from my eyes. "The word is 'pump' Richard. I need to
pump my breasts.  But thank you for being so understanding."  Richard
laughed too and we got in his car.

"Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" he said.

"Not at all," I replied.

"Well...I
know its been several months since....the accident and...I...um...was
just curious about...I mean Rita never breastfed (god forbind she
should do something so selfless) and her..um...milk...um...dried up
within a couple of weeks. So...um...you know...I'm just wondering...."
He was clearly uncomfortable with the topic and I didn't know what to
say. Of course he was absolutely right. After Gabby died, my milk
should have dried up soon after. In fact, my doctor had even offered to
give me some pills that would have made it dry up even quicker but in
my grief I'd never even thought about it. And once Chris began to nurse
from them...well...it had never been an issue...till now. I did the
only thing I could think of to change the subject. I leaned over and
kissed Richard. Hard. Wtih tongue. And...oh my god...my pussy got wet
and I felt a tingling sensation between my legs and those damn
butterflies in my stomach again. Lust consumed me in that instant when
my soft full lips pressed against his firm rugged mouth. I could taste
the cinnamon from the bun he'd been eating. My arms went around his
neck and I pulled him close. I could feel my breasts pressing against
his chest and felt the wetness spreading on both our shirts. I ran my
hand down his chest and squeezed his firm pectoral muscles and knew I
had to have him. For all the love my little sissy boy gave me, I needed
a cock in me. A big hard man's cock. I sucked Richard's tongue into my
mouth and he kissed me back. I could feel the hunger in that kiss. He
thrust his tongue into my mouth and I imagined it was his cock and
sucked it and playfully bit his lower lip. My hand trailed down his
chest and fell into his lap. I could feel his hardness thru his jeans.
His cock felt huge. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. He
looked back with naked lust.

"I want you," I said.

"I know," he replied.

"I
hope you don't think I'm a slut. I mean we've only gone out 6 times and
its only been a few months since ...the accident...but..oh
Richard...I..."

"Shhhh," he said. "It's ok. I know. Believe me I
know. I've only had one other woman in the last two years since Rita
left. We....we need each other. It's not a case of you being a slut.
You're a young...beutiful sexy woman with need..." I shut him up by
kissing him again and this time his hands went under my skirt and began
to rub my soaking pussy through my panties. We broke the kiss and I
yanked his zipper down and reached in and pulled out his hard prick. Oh
god....when I tell you it was beautiful its an understatement. It was
eight inches long (I measured it another time) with a deep red
circumcised head that was smooth and flared out nicely. It was nicely
rounded and not pointy and the shaft was straight and fat with big
viens.  It twitched in my hand. It wa sa man's cock. A big fuckstick. I
gripped it in my hand and stroked it a few times. It was hot and hard
as a rock and smooth as silk.  I went down on him immediately and
sucked half its length into my hungry mouth. "Oh fuck yeah," Richard
moaned. I smiled around his prick in my mouth and moaned back. My head
bobbed up and down and I began to taste his pre-cum leaking from his
piss slit. "Mmmmmmmmmm..." I moaned. I hadn't had a taste of a man's
baby juice in months and I'd forgotten how addicting it could be. The
salty, tangy, slightly chlorine taste and smell reminded me of a
backyard pool on a hot summer's day.  I sucked him harder.

Richard
pushed my hair back so he could watch me blowing him. He began to
thrust his hips up and down in time with my head bobbing. I knew people
might walk past his car and see me being a cocksucking slut but I
didn't care. I reached into his jeans again and massaged his balls with
the palm of my hand. I was surprised to note that he was apparently
shaved. That was new for me as Larry hadn't ever shaved down there and
it sort of reminded me a bit of Chris with his hairless little
ballsack. But these were no sissy baby boy balls. These were the big
fuck me full of cum balls of a real man and I sqeezed them firmly but
gently, wanting to milk them of their cum.  They were tight and firm
and I lifted my head from his prick to lick them and sucked one ball
into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it. Richard moaned again and
I released his nut and took his shaft back down my throat. Richard was
a little bigger than larry had been but I'd learned how to take a cock
deep into my throat without gagging and I sucked Richard downt o the
root. My nose pressed against the base of his prick and then sucked
hard as I pulled back until just the head was in my mouth resting on my
tongue. Then back down sucking him all the way in. Swallowing and
massaging his rod with my throat. Then back up to taste more of his
pre-cum dripping out. Up and down I went sucking him and worshiping his
prick with my cunt mouth. He began thrusting his hips faster, fucking
my face, fucking my mouth, using it like a cunt. Oh god he tasted
wonderful. He tasted like a man. Salty and sweaty and musky. I couldn't
decide what I wanted more...his cum in my mouth or his cock in my
cunt...but all too soon my decision was made for me as he groaned and
said, "Oh fuck Pam I'm cuming...I'm gonna cum in your fucking
mouth....suck it baby...suck my cock and let me cum in your mouth my
sexy bitch."  I sucked faster and harder and suddenly I felt his prick
swell and twitch in my mouth and felt the hot spurt of his thick creamy
spunk shooting down my throat and onto my tonge. He thrust once more
hard into my mouth and gripped the sides of my head and blew another
load of salty white man juice into my mouth. I tried to swallow fast
but the next two spurts came quickly and filled my mouth to
overflowing. I drank him cream but some still dripped out and ran down
my chin and onto my blouse. I held his cock in my mouth as it finished
dumping his load of cum in me. I felt him soften in my mouth and I
slurped and licked his prick clean as I lifted my head from his lap.

Richard
surprised me because, before I could wipe my chin, he leaned in and
licked the dropplet of spunk off my face and then kissed me and shoved
his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back and knew my mouth still
tasted like cum but he apparently didn't care. In fact, he kissed me so
passionately that it seemed like the taste of his cum inmy mouth turned
him on.  When we finally broke the kiss he whispered, "Thank you."  I
looked him in the eye and said, "You're welcome, but I'm not donw with
you yet stud. Mommy needs to cum too."  He looked around and we both
saw people walking into the parking lot from the coffee shop. He leaned
in and kissed me again lightly, "Oh I'll take care of that little pussy
of yours don't worry baby. but I don't think this is the best place for
it."  He started the car then and we pulled out of the parking lot
breaking several traffic laws on our way home.