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Subject: {ASSM} Mommy Dearest (F/b Inc)
Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 23:10:03 -0400
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Mommy Dearest
by Greymead (aka Richard Large)

Right after Grampa died, Mommy told me that he was my Daddy.  Before that 
she always told me that my Daddy had gone away before I was born.  Boy, I 
have to tell you, that made me think hard.

I guess I was pretty lucky.  I mean I don't want to be mean, but Mommy 
wasn't real smart.  Maybe there was more inbreeding in my family tree than I 
knew about.  Anyhow, I guess I got more brains than any of my family, and I 
ain't Einstein.

When Grampa died, I was twelve.  Mom was twenty-five, and still real pretty, 
even if she did tend to dress like a grandma.  Most days she didn't wear any 
makeup and layed around the house all day in a housedress that was dirty and 
raggedy.  She liked to watch them talkshows where people tell the world 
about their strange ways.  I never had no respect for those folks, but I 
guess this story is sort of like the same thing.  Oh well.

One day I came home from school and sat down by her on the couch.  Blackie, 
our bitch dog was in heat.  One of the dogs came in through the broke 
screendoor and began sniffing at Blackie right between us and the teevee.  
Mommy got angry at first, and yelled at them, but they didn't move.  Then 
Mommy began to watch while that dog started hunching on Blackie.  It didn't 
take long before that dog got his pecker into Blackie and started fucking 
her good.  Mommy made a funny noise, and I looked over at her.  She was 
rubbing herself through the housedress and her eyes looked funny like a 
movie zombie.

I was pretty young, but I knew what was going on.  Grampa used to watch his 
videotapes with no care about who was around, and I learned a lot from 
watching.  I knew that Mommy was getting horny watching those dogs.  Heck, I 
don't think any men had come around for a bunch of months and I used to hear 
Mommy and Grampa all the time until he died.

Watching Mommy made my pecker get hard.  It wasn't big yet, and it didn't 
shoot, but I could make it feel mighty good by rubbing on it, and I began to 
do that while I watched Mommy pull the hem of her housedress up and put her 
hand on her bare cunt.

Her  cunthair was the same color as the hair on her head, kind of light 
brown, and the hair wasn't thick.  Her hand was sliding between the cuntlips 
which were a brownish pink color and very wet.  Before long, she was putting 
her fingers inside and stroking herself real fast.  I pulled my pecker out 
of my pants so I could rub it better.

She made another noise and I looked up at her face.  She wasn't looking at 
the dogs anymore, she was looking at my pecker.  Suddenly she stopped 
rubbing herself and looked up at my face.  "Come here, darling," she said as 
she reached an arm around me and pulled me close to her.  "I want you to 
make Mommy feel good."

I didn't know exactly what she wanted.  Oh, I'm not stupid enough that I 
didn't know she wanted sex, I just didn't know what she wanted me to do 
along those lines.  She wasn't shy about letting me know, though.

She pulled the top of her housedress open and showed me her tits.  Like I 
said, she was only twenty-five years old, and since her tits were pretty 
small, they didn't sag or anything.  She had big brown nipples that looked 
like they were too big for her tits.  The nipples were a lot bigger than the 
ones in Grampa's videotapes, but they looked real good to me.  When she 
pulled me close and stuck one in my mouth, I started sucking at it 
enthusiastically.  Her nipple fit in my mouth like my thumb, it was that 
big.  If I hadn't seen Grampa's videotapes, I would've figured all women had 
nipples like that.  Anyhow, Mommy started crying out that her baby was going 
to make her come and she started jerking and shaking around.  Then she sort 
of sighed and relaxed.  I just kept on sucking on her tit until she took my 
head between her hands and pulled me up.  She kissed my forehead, then 
looked into my eyes.  "You made me feel so good, honey!  Now I'm going to 
make you feel real good."

I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, but she pushed me away from 
her so that I was sprawled at the other end of the couch.  Then she took my 
little pecker in one hand while she undid my belt with the other.  She held 
onto me while she pulled my pants down.  Her hand holding my pecker felt 
good, better than when I held it in my own hand, but not nearly so good as 
what she did next.

When my pants were down around my knees, she leaned over me and sucked my 
pecker into her mouth.  Zowie!  That felt better than anything!  She was 
sucking on it like I had sucked on her tit, squeezing it between her tongue 
and the top of her mouth.  Then she started moving her head up and down on 
it.

I was small enough that all of my pecker could fit easily into her mouth, 
and she kept sucking it in and out between her lips.  It made me think about 
the milking machines at the farm up the road where they had cows.  Boy!  In 
a minute or two, I felt that warm explosion of pleasure happen deep inside 
by my balls and spread through me like a summer storm.  I don't think Mommy 
knew I had come at first because she kept on sucking for several moments 
afterward.  The head of my pecker was so sensitive after coming that I had 
to push her away from me or go crazy from the torture of her tongue against 
it.  She looked at me, puzzled.  "I came, Mommy."

"No you didn't.  You didn't give Mommy any scum."

I didn't know what she meant.  I asked her.

"Your grampa always gave me scum.  It came out of his pecker."

Now I knew what she meant.  I had seen it in Grampa's videotapes and learned 
about it at school.  "I'm too young to make sperm, Mommy.  But I get a come 
and it feels good even though I don't shoot anything out of my pecker."

She didn't look convinced, but when I told her I learned it at school, she 
believed me.

By the time my attention returned to Blackie and the dog, they were standing 
butt to butt, tied.  Before long, they pulled apart with a 'plop' noise and 
both of them started licking themselves.

"Sometimes I wish I could do that," Mommy said.

"Go ahead," I remembered a joke I had heard on the playground.  "I don't 
think they'll stop you."  She didn't get it and didn't know why I was 
laughing.  We settled back and watched teevee for a while longer until it 
was time for dinner.

When it was time to go to bed, Mommy told me she wanted me to sleep in her 
bed.  Well, I knew what she was up to, and I didn't mind a bit.  It was a 
fantasy of mine coming true.  When I started noticing girls, Mommy was 
always around the house.  We lived together and I already had special 
feelings about her.  I guess it was natural for me to transfer these new 
feelings to her as well.  From what I picked up among my friends at school, 
I wasn't the only one, but there were nasty jokes about guys fucking their 
moms, so I knew it wasn't generally considered right.  That didn't matter.  
When the opportunity to live out the fantasy presented itself, I went right 
for it.

The next few weeks were a big learning time for me.  Mommy had all kinds of 
new things to teach me, and I was an avid student.


(http://www.geocities.com/greymead)
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