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I already have stories posted to ASSTR, so I'm not too sure if I'm doing the right thing posting to you as well, let me know if I've done something I should'nt have
my stories are posted under the author Alex_Blair
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                                     DISCLAIMER
This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age
of 21
It is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains
descriptions
of sex between older men and a boy if you find this type of
story
line disturbing then please do not read any further. (M/b)
if you have any comments address them to: <a
href="mailto:alex_blair@msn.com">alex_blair@msn.com</a>

The Glorious Hole

A curious thing happened to me on the way home from school last
week, but before I continue I must first show you the place and
the person; Let me introduce myself   I'm Sandy and am 12  years
old, physically I stand all of 165cm tall, and am slightly
overweight. My hair is sort of a dirty blonde; eyes are a strange
mixture, which can vary (dependant on the light and my mood) from
blue through green and grey. People would describe me as a nice
enough boy, and up until yesterday, I thought I was just your
average run of the mill lad (sexually at least), I had always
considered myself as above other folk, though for no particular
reason, so I suppose I'm a bit conceited.

Getting back to my sexuality (which is why we're here I suppose)
to fully explain that, I guess you have to know the sort of place
I live, Airdrie is a small industrial town in the west of
Scotland, it lies just outside the city of Glasgow, which is a
major influence on it, both financially and culturally, the
citizens consider themselves hard and all weakness is hidden from
view. And to be anything, other than a rampant heterosexual, is
unheard of, and I thought of myself as exactly that, I despised
the very idea of queers, and was encouraged to think that only
the damned English would stoop to anything so base. In short, to
be a Homo was worse than anything I could imagine. 

Not that I'm a stud, the extent of my conquests reach to one
older cousin, whom I penetrated (I think) once on holidays the
summer just past, and the little girl next door who had wanted to
see my cock, and had manoeuvred the situation into getting a
wank, nothing there to shout about I'm sure you'll agree, any
expertise I have comes from the dirty books my father keeps
stashed under his bed, which is, admittedly, quite a collection ,
and is very catholic in taste. So there you have the who, what
and the where, now for the what.

As I mentioned I'm 12  and I'm in the second year of High School,
my school is 5km from where I live and I have to get the bus to
and from it, except that I smoke and buy cigarettes with the
money I save by walking back home, it's a fair old walk but I
find doing without a smoke is much worse than the walk, so I
persevere. Last Monday as I walked home I found I needed the
toilet, but there was absolutely no where to go as I had reached
a built up part of the town, and there were people everywhere,
the urge was so strong that soon I was thinking of just whipping
it out and pissing in the street, then as I passed a bus stop I
noticed a small building I had never really noticed before, it
had the faded, but unmistakable, symbol for a public toilet,  it
was offset from the road behind some shrubs and trees, which is
why it had caught my attention in the first place, I must have
passed it hundreds of times before, without really paying it any
attention before now.

I upped my pace, and by the time I reached the side door was
almost at a trot, it was kinda dark and smelt strongly of
industrial bleach and odours new and strange to me, the floor was
wet, as though newly mopped, and there was the sound of dripping
water, to the left there was two urinals with a small window set
high in the wall, ahead were three cubicles the first two doors
were closed but the last was lying ajar, I felt that maybe it
would be best to use a cubicle, as at least it afforded some
privacy, so I made for the end cubicle, and closed the door
behind me and secured it by means of an old bolt  which was fixed
to the door and slid into the wood of the frame, rather than
stand to relieve myself, for whatever reason, I found myself
undoing my belt and button and pulling down my trousers to sit on
the toilet bowl (which I had cleaned using some of the toilet
roll) I blissfully pee'd for what seemed like ages, and only when
I had finished did I begin to take in my surroundings, there was
writing all over the cubicle walls and door, in many different
styles and sizes, there were also pictures of cocks spurting
spunk and guys fucking one another up the arse, inexplicably I
found the story's and pictures were stimulating me, unthinkingly
I began to stroke my, by now, hard organ as my eyes travelled
from the wall to the door, I became aware of a small hole just
off centre in the door, as I looked I noticed the hole contained
an unblinking eye which was staring in at me, I jumped up,
grabbed a bit of toilet roll and blocked the hole, I sat back
down on the seat, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt almost
ill, the thought that the person on the other side of the door
was hanging around terrified me, I waited a good  hour before
quickly opening the door and walking briskly out, but I need not
have been concerned, no one was loitering around inside nor
outside.

I said nothing to anyone, scared that they might think I was
queer, that night as I lay in my bed, the pictures I had seen and
the stories written on the walls made me hard and as began slowly
pumping my hand up and down my smooth, almost bald cock the
thought of what might have happened if I had NOT blocked that
hole came unbidden to me, imagine some old guy with a massive
weapon forcing his cock deep inside my tight little bum hole, I
wondered what it would be like, I wet my finger and slowly teased
the entrance, becoming increasingly curious, I reached into my
bedside drawer and finding a pencil I sucked the length before
slowly inserting it into my pulsing anus, I stuck it as far up as
I felt safe, then imagining it was a big fat cock, I started
sliding my fist up and down my shaft, after only a few strokes I
was shooting jism higher than I would ever have thought possible,
it was all over my chest and some even landed on my chin, I
squeezed the pencil out and fumbled about till I found the
T-shirt I had been wearing and cleaned up as much of the mess as
I could in the dark then cleaned and replaced the pencil, before
falling into a deeply disturbing sleep.

The guilt over what had happened and how I felt made me feel way
bad the next day, I assured myself it was a one off and would
never happen ever again, fucking queers deserved to be roasted
alive.

Then as I made my daily walk from school to home, my pulse began
to race, SEX, I wanted it, I knew I wanted it, I was going back!
Fuck the consequences, I wanted a dirty old man to watch me
wanking my tiny little dick, loving the thought about how much he
would want me, and it wasn't like just letting a guy watch was
queer, I was just being kind to some old guy, so when I got to
the toilet I turned left and entered by the small door set in the
side of the building, there was a guy in his middle age standing
at one of the urinals and all three doors were lying open, I made
my way to the same one I had the day before and closed and bolted
the thick wooden door, then walked to the seat and undid my belt
and pulled down my pants and trousers, I sat down and began to
re-read the sordid stories and was soon hard, I then heard soft
foot falls in the corridor outside, looking down I could see a
shadow stop outside the very door I was behind, it was now or
never, keeping my eyes averted I leaned back and began to slowly
pull my cock up and down, I heard the door being tried and then
the sound of a zipper being undone, I glanced under the gap in
the door and observe the shadow begin moving in a rhythmic
manner, it must be the guy who had been at the urinals and now he
was standing outside the cubicle door watching me and having a
wank, my cock lurched as the thought took hold of me and my spunk
shot straight up into the air then down into my pants and
trousers, I had cum so fiercely that my legs were shaking and my
breath was very loud, looking under the door I saw the shadow
hand and cock pumping like mad then a gasp and thick jizz running
off the bottom of the door, the zipper sounded and the footsteps
faded away, I mopped up what spunk I could and arranged my
clothing and fled the toilet, not looking at who was about in my
anxiety to get away.

That night and the next morning followed the same pattern as that
first night and day, curiosity and excitement followed by self
loathing and guilt. But as morning passed into afternoon the by
now familiar excitement began to creep up on me, I found myself
checking my watch, wishing the time would somehow speed up, at
schools end I rushed with indecent haste back to the toilets, my
heart in my mouth and my cock already hard at the thought of what
was about to happen, no one was present so I went into the
cubicle I had used previously, closed and locked the door then
pulled down my underwear and waited, I had by now read all the
wee stories and by  an hour was becoming restless, I decided to
see what the other cubicles were like and so pulled up my clothes
and left the end toilet, and entered the middle trap, as I closed
the door I noticed that there was a sizeable hole between the
walls of the first and middle cubicles this frightened me
somewhat so I decided just to give up for the day. That night as
I lay awake the hole between the cubicles preyed on my mind,
would I dare to stand in there and let the men watch me maybe
even touch me through that hole? The images of what might happen
flashed through my brain, soon I was chugging like mad and the
sperm was once more coating my velvety young skin.

If the Wednesday had seemed slow Thursday morning snailed in, I
was thinking of a plan that could get me away at lunch time, but
the knowledge of getting caught in a public toilet when I was
supposed to be at school scuppered that plan. Come 3:30 I
practically ran the 2km till I reached the small hut behind the
tree's that had become a sexual magnate for me, just the smell of
the place was enough to get me erect now, on entering I
registered two things: the first cubicle was in use, and there
was an elderly man with a white beard and a beer belly barely
hidden by a grey overcoat standing at the last urinal, he smiled
hesitantly when he seen me enter, and I reciprocated before going
to the middle cubicle, after closing the door and pulling the
stout bolt across I noticed for the first time that this door had
a gap running between the jamb and down the length of the door
through which almost everything within the cubicle would be
visible, this decided me not to divest myself of any clothing,
but instead to sit on the seat with only my zip undone and my
member poking out, as soon as I was seated I heard the footsteps
of the guy outside make there way to my cubicle and his outline
appear at the aforementioned gap, he pushed the door, but on
finding it barred he hoarsely whispered for me to open it, I
shook my head and watched as he looked left and right and
reaching down unzip his trousers and withdraw what to me looked
like the largest fattest cock that ever could be, it was hugely
inflated, the head  stuck out proudly from his fat fist, which
barely reached round the girth of the monster, the sight of it
made me rock hard and I stood to get a better look, moving closer
the man obviously thought I was going to unlock the door and when
I stopped leaning against the wall he beckoned for me to do just
that, I once more shook my head, and returned my gaze to his
massive tool, he seemed to understand and proudly stuck it up
close to the gap, I leant down to view it better and felt a hand
graze my bottom, startled I jumped upright and turned to see a
gnarled hand popping out of the wall separating my cubicle from
the one next to it, as I watched it moved in a manner indicating
it wanted me to approach, cautiously I moved nearer till it came
into contact with my thigh, it rubbed up and down the length so I
moved nervously closer still till my small cock came within its
vulgar reach, it grasped my cock in a vice like grip which had me
moaning and shooting in seconds, the old man continued to pull on
my tender young cock long after all the juice had sprayed over
the loo wall and run down to form a watery puddle at the base,
when he released me, I got some toilet roll and wiped the end of
my willy clean and zipped myself up, on leaving the cubicle the
wizened man with the monstrous member was once more on station at
the end urinal, he smiled as I blushed and whispered "maybe next
time?", I nodded and hurried out and home.

The incredible climax of  the following night and the guilt and
self loathing which followed convinced me never ever to go near
the toilets ever again, being watched and looking were one thing,
but to actually let an old codger toss me off, made me nothing
less than the queers I so despised, so with my new resolve in
place and repeated visions of what it meant to be caught spinning
in my mind, the next morning passed with me totally self assured
that I was, once more, a normal person  -  then as the afternoon
wore on, the seedy thoughts crept back, the feeling of that guys
fingers on my thigh, the whispered promise of a rendezvous, the
explosion when that calloused hand had worked such magic on my
little penis, the sight of my spunk shooting out and the smells
associated with toilet sex soon had me hard and desperate for
more adventures, but just how far could I let it go?

My excitement continued to grow as the time for home approached,
but this time instead of running to the toilet I took my time,
planning what I wanted to happen, thinking of how it would feel,
wondering who would be there, by the time I reached the toilets I
had a tremendous hard-on, as I entered I noticed a cars door
parked down the road open and the man with the white beard
emerge, he was wearing jogging bottoms and a T-shirt which was
stretched over a very large belly, but I remembered the girth and
size of the cock confined within those jogging bottoms and my
little dick gave a twinge of anticipation, he smiled down at me
and I smiled shyly back as he followed me into the loo's, I made
for the middle cubicle, noticing that the toilets were totally
empty today, as I entered the man was just coming through the
front, he hesitated looking at me for any indication, I lowered
my eyes unsure exactly what it was that I wanted, I walked
through the frame and turned to close the door, but did not bolt
it this time, the footsteps came to my door and stopped, then the
door slowly swung open, he pushed it fully open then entered and
closed it behind him, bolting it as he did so, he turned round to
face me and I saw the lust in his eyes and watched as he pulled
down his pants to reveal his huge cock to me, he took a step
nearer and placed my small delicate hand on his throbbing cock,
it felt very hot to me, and was much thicker than my wrist, with
hairs spilling out in all directions, he began to move my hand
back and forward, then let me continue, but soon urged me to be
rougher, I brought my other hand up and even with both hands
round him I could barely grasp it  all, he whispered for me to do
it harder and pull the foreskin back, soon there was juice slowly
oozing out of the japs eye, his breathing became ragged, and he
bent his head to kiss me, I stopped and told him no kissing, and
he straightened seemingly unaffected by my request, his hips
began to thrust in time to my ministrations and small grunts
escaped from beneath his beard, then the weapon in my hand began
to erupt, hot streams of thick hot spunk shot all over my face
and hair, I tried to avoid it, but he reached down and held my
face in place till all his cum was covering my pale face and
blond hair, he pushed his cock into my face trying to get me to
open my mouth but I held my lips tight. When he reached down and
pulled his trousers back up I thought that was it, but he turned
me so that I was facing the door and adjusted me so that I had to
lean forward to keep my balance with my legs spread as far as the
confines of the cubicle would allow, then I felt the tingling
sensation of his beard touching my bare bottom, he used his
thumbs to prize my cheeks apart and I sagged as I felt his warm
firm tongue force its way into my bum hole, the feeling left me
barely able to maintain my own weight, just then footsteps echoed
down the toilet, someone was coming, in a panic I straightened up
and pulled on my discarded trousers unable to find the pants I
had been wearing, the guy put his finger to his mouth indicating
I was to remain quiet, like I needed telling twice!, the door to
the adjoining cubicle closed and the bolt was eased into place, I
was trying my best to squash my body flat against the toilet
door, but the man merely sat on the bowl and lent forward to look
into the other cubicle, almost immediately a long thin cock
appeared through the hole, it was almost equal in length to the
1st mans but was much thinner, the pubic hair was grey and very
sparse, but it was hard and throbbing, the man sank to his knees
and sucked the cock into his mouth and began to slide his head
back and forth, this was incredible, I once more undid my zip and
took out my small boyish cock and began to stroke myself, the man
noticed and reached up and stroked it for me, then he began to
suck both cocks in turn, then both at once, it was bliss, but
just as I was about to cum he stopped sucking altogether and
croaked at me to take of my trousers and to stand facing the
hole, the cock disappeared from the hole and I could see that the
aged man inside was kneeling to see what was happening, once I
had removed my trousers the 1st man rubbed my cock so that the
older guy on the other side could get a good view of both my face
and my cock, he then manoeuvred me so that I was bent over half
way between the two wall with my bottom now facing the old man,
the 1st man put his finger into his mouth and then began to tease
the rim of my anus, slowly he inserted it till it reached an
obstruction, I cried out that it hurt, and quick as a flash he
forced it deeper till it was pushed in up to the knuckle, it was
brilliant, I squirmed as he pushed it in and out, he leant over
and dribbled more spit onto his finger, my arse was now so wet I
could feel some run between my legs, he then moved aside and
pushed me back till o was almost bent double with my asa touching
the opposite wall, he adjusted me till I felt something poke my
small wet hole, slowly the foreign object forced its way up till
it to reached the place where it hurt, I grunted and forced my
bottom back hard against the long thin penis now throbbing in my
passage, the feeling of ecstasy when it plunged deep within me is
indescribable, the old guy was soon banging hard into me, and the
other guy was pulling both his own cock and my own cock, till I
collapsed as the cock within me splashed cum up into my bowls and
my own climax came upon me.

How long a lay sprawled on the toilet floor I don't know, the man
had left and the door was firmly pulled over, my bum hole has
been hurting ever since and it is now Sunday, but I know where
you will find me Monday about 4 o'clock! 

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<2nd attachment, "Call me Morag (Fm).doc" begin>

                                          

                 Call me Morag

                                     DISCLAIMER
This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age
of 21
It is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains
descriptions
of sex between a mature woman and a youth if you find this type
of story
line disturbing then please do not read any further. (F/m)
if you have any comments address them to: alex_blair@msn.com


Dally woke and stretched himself out fully. The sun was flooding
in through the half open curtains with the promise of excellent
weather, at the bottom of his bed, Bess, his collie dog, sat with
her head between her black furry paws studying him, almost
telepathically Dally knew she wanted to get out into the woods.
"Wanty play hen eh?" he asked
Bess raised her head and wagged her tail enthusiastically   
"I'll get ready and we'll go then"
Pulling on his soiled clothes from the day before Dally patted
his side as a sign for the dog to follow him out.
"Zat you Dally?" his mum called from the living room
"Aye" Dally returned
"See after your Breakfast, can you nip down to the shop and get
some more milk for me?" she asked
"Uh huh" Dally said in a half hearted grunt
"Then you can jump in the bath before we go to your Aunt Jeans"
"Whit? Aunt Jeans?" Daly yelped "how?"
"It's her birthday, a told ye through the week!" his mum scolded
"Kin a not go?" Daly whined
"You're going and that's that" his mother said testily 
"Aw maw, Please?" Daly pleaded in his wee boy lost voice
"Do what yer told!" his mother snapped
Realising that it would be no use arguing any further, he pulled
on his jacket and boots and calling Bess to him, went down the
hall towards the door
"Leave the dog here, she's broke down" his mum called
"Aw! I'll put her on her lead" Dally implored 
"Naw leave her, your big brother will take her out when he gets
up, A don't want to risk her getting caught, we cannae afford it"
his mum explained
Dally looked down at the dog and shook his head, as he pushed her
back into the hall and slid out the door, the look in her eyes
hurt his wee heart, he heard her whine as he trudged down the
path.

The rest of the morning just got worse and worse; everyone was in
a bad mood with everyone else. His dad was in the huff with his
mum cause she had wasted his Saturday at the football and pub.
His big brother was in a foul mood cause he had to walk the dog,
and wouldn't be getting to see his squeeze till yon time. He was
in bad humour because he couldn't walk the dog and his mum had
made him go back into the bath twice to se-scrub bits he had
missed. And last but by no means least his mother was pissed off
cause of everyone else's  "attitude's".
The birthday party was deadly dull for a 13 year old boy, he was
expected to keep all his baby cousins amused, while the big ones
messed about doing there own thing, it was all a huge chore for
Dally. Only livening up when two of his uncles squared up to one
another, and had to be pulled apart by his aunts and a couple of
the older cousins. This pretty much ended the party and they were
on their way home much earlier than any of them could have ever
hoped for

The sun was still pretty high in the sky by the time Dally
changed from his good clothes back into his home clothes, he
decided to take his clasp knife to play with in the woods now
that he could no longer take Bess. The sad look on her face as he
left her behind was a wrench for him but was soon forgotten, as
he took the short cut between the sheds and made his way down and
up the disused railway embankment. Soon he was where he liked
being the best, in his woods, the smell and the noises were all
so familiar and loved he was totally at ease, it didn't matter
that he had no friends to play with and nothing much to do, just
to be here was enough. Dally decided to walk round the perimeter
first which would take him a good few hours then he would whittle
a stick before heading home. A mile or so after he began he came
across a glossy magazine lying besides the old house wall, the
flesh colour grabbed Dally's attention, he'd seen dirty picture's
from some of the older boys at school and knew that these were of
the same genre, it was a publication by the name of Fiesta, the
pictures excited Dally, his cock becoming harder as he flicked
through the pages, near the end, there was a section called
"readers wives" this made Dally's heart pound and his cock
stiffen even more. He discovered that normal everyday women
excited him far more than the super glamorous models, though just
why he could not fathom. Putting the magazine in the inside
pocket of his jacket for later, Dally continued his trek

Some time later, as he took a rest on a fallen piece of the old
wall, Dally observed a young dog, it was a small and pretty
cocker spaniel, it burst through the hedges obviously on the
prowl for game, seeing him it came closer and sniffed his leg
before being called away by its owner who had come over to the
other side of the clump of bushes, Dally wasn't sure if she had
seen him or not as she did not react in any way to his presence,
but as she made her way down the track Dally was sure she checked
over her shoulder in his direction, it was the look on her face
that stuck in Dally's mind, he wasn't sure what, but something
was up. He got down from the wall and walked back down the path
the lady had taken. As he neared a dogleg in the track. He
noticed that the woman and her dog were coming back up the track,
he eased his way into the bushes so as to be able to watch whilst
remaining unseen, she appeared to be a bit older than his mum and
her friends, Dally reckoned she must be in her mid to late
forties, dressed in Wellington boots, jeans and an old hoodless
anorak, she had a pointy face with a slim figure.  When she had
passed, Dally cautiously left the bushes and peered round , She
had stopped not 20 yards up the track and seemed to be taking an
interest in some ferns that were sprouting round an old Elm tree,
Dally had the distinct impression that she knew he was there, and
was playing some sort of game with him. Unbidden his cock
twitched in his trousers, this was exciting!

Moving carefully round till he was facing the wall,  Dally
glanced in her direction without moving his head, she had
repositioned herself so that she was almost totally obscured by
the Elm, but still able to see him, he was beginning to have an
understanding of the rules for this game. How far would it go?
Dally slowly moved his hand till it rested on his hard on, and
began to rub up and down through the denim of his jeans. Would
she get up and leave? What if she ran home and called the police
and they arrested him for being some sort of pervert?. Dally
stopped what he was doing with a jolt as he realised just what a
fool he was making of himself, what would this woman, who was old
enough to be his mum, want with a wean like him, he asked
himself. Better stop now before he got into any bother, he turned
to see what the woman was doing and caught his breath as he
noticed she was now in a crouching position, and, staring in his
direction intently!

Dally edged back into the position he was in previously and,
reaching down began to massage his young rock hard cock through
his trousers, his breathing deepened as he ever so slowly eased
down the zipper, he glanced in her direction, careful not to be
seen. She was still in the same place and position as before, a
green light!. She wanted it! God this was exhilarating, dally had
never felt so many different emotions at such an intense level
before in his short life, his cock felt massive in his hand as he
eased it free from the confinement of his underpants and stroked
the bulging head, it felt strange, having his hard cock in his
hand  here in the outside, strange, but oh so good, he reached
into his inside pocket and took out the dirty book, and opened it
to the section of readers wives, then propped it against the
wall.

Dally pushed his hand further into his pants and cupped his balls
with his free hand while the other slowly stroked the head of his
knob back and forth. Then with an explosion of noise, the young
spaniel rushed into the small clearing barking like mad, Dally
desperately struggled to fit his cock into his fly's as the dog
raced back and forth amongst the bracken, he had barely recovered
when the woman appeared at the edge of the coppice. Dally's face
burned red as he met her eyes, hers was set in a polite smile.
"Hi" she offered, as her eyes left his and fell onto the still
open porn mag
"Hiya" Dally stuttered, embarrassed
"Fancy a Coffee?" the woman asked him
"Eh? Aye, awright" Dally replied, not overly sure if this was a
good thing to be doing
"I live over that way" she motioned, pointing south towards the
big posh houses not long up
"Right" Daily answered, as he scrambled clear of the hedges
"What's your name?" she asked him
Dally thought of using a false name for a second, but decided she
would never anyone he did
"Hugh Duncan, but everyone calls me Dally, Dally Duncan"  he
replied
she looked puzzled by this explanation, but let it pass
"Call me Morag" she smiled, offering Dally her small hand
"Nice to meet you" said Dally in as adult a way as he could 
Morag laughed and walked ahead, Dally followed, checking out her
figure as best as he could under her jeans and anorak, 
"nice" he thought to himself as he upped the pace to catch her
after a short period of time,  they broached the top of a hill,
and she asked him
"What were you doing back there?"
Dally's face burned so hot it hurt
"Nothing" he muttered
"C'mon - tell" Morag coaxed him "I'll not tell anyone, honest"
"Just the toilet" Dally lied unconvincingly
"Aye, right!" Morag giggled "you were looking at that dirty
magazine and playing with yourself, I was watching"
Dally had no need to reply, his face did that for him
"Don't worry" Morag assured him "I'll keep it to myself"
"Just answer me this though, why were you doing it?"
Dally wished that the earth would open up and swallow him
"A don't know" he replied
"Come on Hugh, Please tell me, I'd really like to know"
plucking up his courage, Dally answered
"I seen you down by the tree, and wondered what you would do if I
took out my willy"
"and when I didn't do anything?" Morag questioned him looking
straight into his face
"I got more and more excited" said dally honestly
"Why?" asked Morag
"A just wanted to shag you" Dally replied candidly 
Morag laughed softly and asked him
"Do you still want to 'shag' me?"
"Aye, A do" Dally answered immodestly 
Morag reached over and took his hand in hers and squeezing it
said
"Well, we'll see, eh?" in a gravely voice

As they neared the Fancy houses where her bit was, she disengaged
their hands and they walked side by side down the street, till
they came to a house with number 14 on the gate
"This is us" said Morag as she glanced up and down the street
she reached into her anorak pocket and withdrew a set of keys
with which she opened the front door
"Are you married?" Dally asked, surprised he hadn't thought of it
before now, watching Morag lock the door and put on the latch.
"Yes, but he's not staying here anymore" Morag explained
"Oh" Dally said "Sorry"
"Don't be" she retorted "Good riddance to bad rubbish"
Dally decided there was no good answer to that so kept his
wheesht
"Take your shoe's off and go through into the living room, I'll
get us something to drink"
Dally did as he was told and made his way into a living room that
looked like something from off the telly, all oak and leather.
silver candlesticks, oil paintings and classy prints abounded,
Dally felt awkward and out of place
"What would you like to drink?" Morag shouted from the kitchen
"Am not bothered" Dally shouted back
"Bacardi and coke same as me then" Morag informed him
"Aye, thanks" Dally said, unsure of himself, never having tasted
strong drink before now
Morag arrived with two tall glasses 3/4 full of drink
"sit down then" Morag told him
Dally sunk into an armchair beside the open range, and accepted
the drink offered. 
Morag sat opposite him in a matching armchair, and studied him
closely
"Alright?" she asked, with a trace of concern
"Oh, Aye, Fine" Dally nodded
Morag continued watching him closely but let it pass
"Drink alright for you?, not too strong?"
"Magic" said Dally taking a sip, to tell the truth all he could
taste was coke, which was ice cold, and very welcome as he had
built up a fair drouth with his walk, he gulped it down in a oner
to slake his burning thirst
"Whoa!, not so fast" cautioned Morag
"Sorry A was really thirsty" Dally apologised
"That's all right, don't worry, just don't want you getting drunk
do we?" Morag joked
"Naw" said Dally
"I'm going to get changed, be back down just now" Said Morag as
she finished her own drink quickly and took his and her own
glasses away
Dally took the opportunity of looking through her stuff while she
was away, it was all of the best quality, he noticed there was no
family pictures at all, unlike his own home where they festooned
every wall. Dally heard her footsteps coming down the stair and
resumed his seat in the corner
"That's me" Morag said as she entered the living room "much
better than those tatty old jeans eh?"
She was now wearing a sheer nylon top that did nothing to hide
her small pert breasts, and a shortish black skirt with no tights
or shoes. Dally had to agree she was very nice. Unlike his peers,
this was a woman who obviously looked after herself, she had a
fit and healthy gleen to her light brown hair and her hazel eyes
had a lively twinkle in them. Most of the older folk Dally was
acquainted with had eyes that belonged more to the world of the
dead than the living. She must work out Dally thought, her body
showed no sign of sagging or bulging, her legs were tanned and
sculpted, her waist small and perfectly in proportion to
everything else. His thoughts brought about stirrings in his
underpants that made him blush, as he confessed
"You're dead pretty Morag"
Morag laughed skittishly and replied
"Why thank you kind sir" 
She then made her way into the kitchen and emerged with another
two large drinks in her hand
"There you go Dally" she said as she handed him one and walked
over to the chair opposite him and sat down,
"Thanks" he said, and was aware that he could smell a faint
odour, not a bad smell, and not perfume, it reminded him of the
smell left on his hand after he had been playing with himself,
similar but strangely different, it had the effect of making his
cock grow within his pants.
He took a long draught of his Bacardi and coke and replaced his
half empty glass back on the side table, when he looked across at
Morag he was aware that he could see right up her dress, unable
to help himself, Dally stared
"Like looking up there?" asked Morag
Dally blushed profusely
"Sorry" he stammered
"Want a closer look?" she teased him
"Uh huh" was all that Dally could manage
"Come over here and kneel down in front of me then" she ordered
Dally lowered himself to the floor and walked on his knees across
to where Morag sat. Morag felt a surge of power as she watched
Dally Kneel in front of her, a smile played across her pretty
face as she slid forward in her chair making her dress ride up.
"Kneel up a bit" she commanded
Dally's head was now slightly above the level of her midriff,
giving him the perfect view as Morag reached down and pulled the
hem of her dress further up till the trimmed outline of her pussy
became slowly visible,
"Hold on" laughed Morag as Dally's hand reached for her cunt
she brought her knees up and took up a position that was almost a
squat, giving Dally an almost unimaginable view of her neatly
trimmed and shaven pussy, the thick red lips stood proud the
moist innards looking very pink with an almost white button three
quarters of the way up
"You may look, but you are not allowed to touch!" Morag
instructed him
Dally held his face millimetres away from the source of that
lovely smell that had enraptured him earlier, he took several
deep breaths sucking it deep inside of himself, his tongue snaked
out and flicked the wee white button ever so softly
"Uuuh" Morag moaned uncontrollably, before ordering him to
"Stand up"
"I SAID NO TOUCHING" she lectured, emphasising each word
"Sorry" Dally offered, crestfallen, sure that any chance of
having sex was now gone
"Ok, we'll try something else, I want you to show me what you
were doing to yourself in the woods"
Dally blushed bright red, as he moved his hand towards his fly's
and began to unzip his jeans, reaching in he pushed his pants
down and grasping his semi erect cock, pulled it out. Morag
adjusted her position till she was leaning back into the chair,
her legs spread apart, her finger gently rubbing her wet slit,
she watched hard as Dally's cock began to stiffen and grow, he
pulled the foreskin back to uncover the moist pink head within.
"Come a little closer" Morag commanded
Dally came around the chair until he was almost hitting her face
as he wanked his small hard cock back and forth. He had an
uninterrupted view of Morag cupping her small tit in one hand and
rubbing her cunt with the other, the small grunts that escaped
her, were incredibly sexual, soon Dally was nearing his climax,
Morag noticed the change in his breathing and encouraged him
"Spunk onto me" she said in a deep breathless voice
"Mmmmm uhhh" Dally replied
Then with a small cry Dally shot his spunk into Morag's face and
hair he watched as Morag's own orgasm overcame her, her hand was
no more than a blur as it brought her to and then over the edge.
"Oooooohh  yessss" she cried as her tongue licked up some of the
spunk that now ran down over her face and into her mouth
as Dally watched his knob once more began to stiffen. Morag
looked at him with a glint in her eyes
"Ready for more already?" she asked
"Aye" Dally answered her huskily 
Morag pushed herself up and arranging her skirt and wiping some
of the jism from her face took his hand and headed up the stairs.
Dally paid no attention to the dcor of either the stairs or the
room all he had in his mind was sex, thoughts swirled through his
brain, what else was in store for him this day.

Pushing him onto the bed, Morag straddled him and began to
unbuckle his belt, then she unzipped his jeans and yanked them
down over his feet, next came his socks and then his underpants,
his cock was now erect and sprang up as it was released, lastly
she pulled his tee shirt over his head.
"lie on your front" Morag ordered him
Dally pulled on of the pillows down and leant his head on it as
he felt Morag run her nails up and down his back, causing him to
shudder and jump as they ran over an especially sensitive part,
she now knelt between his legs as she gradually began to
concentrate on his lower half, she gently prised his thighs apart
and stroked her hand up and down, her nail passing closer and
closer to his small bum hole, this elicited small sharp intakes
of breath from Dally, it felt all the more sexy because it was
somehow taboo, then when a talon ran right across his taught
little hole, Dally let out a deep moan
"Raise your bum up" Morag told him
Quivering with excitement Dally did as he was told, it felt
incredibly horny having his arse stuck up high with this exotic
woman taking her pleasure with him. He jumped when he felt her
hand grasp his hard little cock and pull it back between his open
legs
"You're a dirty little bastard" she said "you like me playing
with your hole, don't you Dally"
"Yes," said dally feeling a little ashamed
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked
"No" Dally replied, worried that maybe it was going to end
"Can I do anything I like with you?" Morag enquired of him
"Uh huh" Said Dally
Dally cried out in shock and pain as Morag slapped his dick
"Even that?" Morag asked
"Uh huh" Dally replied not entirely sure if he enjoyed it or not
"Good boy" said Morag, stroking his small dick, she pushed his
knees farther apart until they could go no further, then gently
began to run her fingernail round his small brown hole
"Mmmmmm" Dally purred, as the excitement once more began to run
through him, then he felt something he would never forget, Morag
began to run her tongue round the rim of his small tight hole 
"Awww yesss" Dally moaned, as Morag gently inserted the tip of
her tongue up his anus, her hand found his cock and she began to
massage it and lick his arse hole in rhythm, soon Dally felt the
first fierce wave of his orgasm surge through his system, like a
drug it overtook him and he gave himself up to the bliss that was
on him, so strong was it, that he collapsed on all fours onto the
bed. He lay still, panting with the exertion of cumming, Morag
lay besides him half way down, her hand stroking his back, her
lips kissing his side. The smell of sex filled his nostrils, he
could sense that he lay on top of his own spunk the cold wetness
now registered round his belly and groin, but Dally felt he was
unable to even move so spent was he.

Daly must have dozed off as the slap he received on his bum made
him jolt awake, 

"Right, my turn!" Morag informed him with a laugh in her voice
"What do I do?" Dally asked her, afraid he would not perform to
her expected standards
"What I tell you" Morag explained in a gentle tone, she lay on
her front and instructed Dally
"Kneel between my legs and run your hands up and down my back,
nice and softly"
Dally placed himself between her legs, which parted as he wedged
himself between them, her magnificent bottom like two white
globes lay before him, and he could distinctly make out Morag's
quim, the lips protruded looking rubbery and wet and very red,
her small bum hole was very brown, with hundreds of small lines
running into the centre, where they disappeared upwards inside
her, there were a few pubic hairs between her cunt and bum and a
white line ran directly between them, almost like a streak of
lightning Dally thought.
As Dally began to delicately run his hands up and down Morag's
back, just as she had done to him only a short time before, Morag
was soon twitching and shuddering as Dally learned just how to
get a reaction from her. When he ran a finger down near her anus
he could see that it puckered open and shut, almost inviting him
in,
"Lick it" Morag urged him
Dally re-positioned himself to where his face was in line with
her lovely little bottom, gingerly he stuck out his tongue and
ran it the length of her puckered brown hole
"Ahhhhh yes babes" Morag encouraged him "Stick in"
Dally head spun with the smell and excitement of the moment, he
stuck his tongue the moved forward till it came into contact with
her ass, then ever so gently he began to stick it inside of her
tight hole
"Oooooohh yessss" Morag crooned "Deeper"
Dally struggled to both force his tongue deeper inside of Morag's
horny little arse and keep breathing, but seemed to find a rhythm
that satisfied both
"Touch my fanny" Morag panted
Dally brought his hand from holding her thighs wide, and ran a
finger over her soaking wet opening, this brought more moans and
judders from Morag
"Put your finger inside me"
Dally did as he was asked, noticing how easily his finger plunged
inside of her
"Deeper" Morag pleaded
Dally pushed until he was up to his hand, but Morag demanded more
"Deeper c'mon son"
Dally took a deep breath and took out his finger and squashing
them together began to insert it once more into Morag's quim
"Oooooohh yes Daly like that" she croaked
Dally's hand plunged inside of Morag's cunt, Dally could feel the
channel surrounding his fist it was very wet and soft, slowly he
unclenched his fist
"Nnnnnnngggg" Morag gagged "Oh don't stop Daly, for Christ's sake
don't stop"
Dally withdrew his hand till it was almost all out, the slowly
re-inserted the full length, his hand was now in almost till his
elbow
"Jesus Christ yessssss" Morag intoned, as her orgasm overtook
her, Dally had a job keeping up the rhythm he had built up as
Morag quivered and bounced around the bed, deep in the throws of
her cum. Then with a loud cry she fell forward, Dally's hand was
left behind and he now looked at it, amazed that it had all
fitted inside this remarkable woman, looking down upon Morag,
Dally noted how her cunt lips were spread very far apart, they
were contracting in and out in time to her heart beat, Dally
leant down and unbidden, kissed Morag's ass hole. Morag jumped as
though she had been given an electric shock
"No" she yelped "Its too sore son, just lay here beside me"
"A cannae" Dally explained "A have to get home, its getting
dark"
"You had better get home then" she said
"Can I come again?" Dally wondered
"I'll give you my number, call me when you can come round" Morag
instructed him
"Thanks" Dally said, unable to hide the huge grin that covered
his young face
"No, Thank you" Morag replied.

After obtaining the promised phone number and a quick kiss and
one last grope of her tits, Dally headed for home, no longer a
virgin and a very happy and satisfied little boy

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                                          The Coal Shed 
Tam woke up and stretched himself luxuriously, no need to rush
about today,
the summer holidays had arrived, 7 weeks of messing about with
his pals doing
whatever they pleased
"Life didn't get any better than this man" he mused to himself.
he slid out of bed and pulled on the clothes he had cast off last
night and made his way down stairs for breakfast,  
"Awright son, want some toast?" his mother asked
"Uh huh, any tea?" tam asked as he checked the weather out the
back window, the gang had made plans for today, they were off to
the Loch if the weather was ok, and it looked like being a
cracker.
Every kid in the street was planning on going, sandwiches and
bottles of juice, shorts for swimming, and away on the bikes, all
those with no bikes were getting backies of their pals 14 of them
in all, he sat on the back step day dreaming what it was going to
be like waiting on his breakfast.
Straight after he had finished his tea and toast, Tam headed for
his pal Joe's house, everyone met at Joe's bit cause he had such
a huge family 5 sisters and 3 brothers, so another couple of kids
didn't seem to be noticed in the hunter household, Tam only
really knew Joe's big brother Hugh, and his wee sister Mary a
little.  All the other sisters were older than him and treated
him like a wee boy, that and the fact they all looked so alike he
couldn't clearly identify one from another, meant he kept his
distance.
Joe had just finished eating, so they headed outside to check on
the bikes, Joe's big brother Raymond, who was in the Army, had
come home on leave and gifted Joe every boys dream - a Chopper
bike, it was spectacular, and everyone yearned to be allowed a
shot of it, Joe seen the look in Tams eye
"Want a shot?" he smiled
"Honest?" tam asked earnestly
"Aye, you can go mine and I'll take yours" assured Joe
If it wasn't a Pit village in the industrial belt of Scotland Tam
would have kissed Joe right there and then, but boys kissing boys
was "Poofy" and strictly taboo so he just grinned, and Joe knew
how he felt, and felt better about himself because of it. 
They mounted up and headed through the close, and into the
street, to get all the rest of the guys, without thinking, they
started racing, down the hill towards Chic Murray's house, Tam
felt exhilarated, the Chopper was doing a fair rate of knots down
the hill, but he felt totally in control, he was miles ahead of
Joe, he touched the brake, ready to spin the bike 180 degrees,
when the world stopped, or speeded up, he was never too sure
which, the small front wheel was never up to the job, it gave way
bang at the wrong minute and Tam was airborne, for about 3
seconds anyway, then he hit the pavement with an awful thud. By
sheer luck his shoulder and thigh took almost all the impact, if
it had been his face, elbow or knee who knows what might have
been the damage.   
Still it hurt like mad, and Joe asking if he was all right just
didn't help 
"ahyaaa ahyaaafuck" was all that Tam could manage
His shoulder was hurting something terrible and his head was
aching so bad he thought he could hear a truck revving up, he
rolled onto his back and struggled into a sitting position, and
immediately felt sick, but it quickly passed, he looked to his
left where Joe was checking over his bike,
"Izit alright?"
"No a scratch on it"

        
"Thank fuck" said Tam, and meant it, he would have hated to have
been the one to waste the best bike in the whole street.
"Can you make it home?" Joe asked
"Gies a hand up" Tam replied, the pain shot right up his side,
but he gritted his teeth and with the aid of his bike managed to
reach his own bit.
Joe chapped the front door and waited till Tam's mum came
"Tam fell aff his bike Mrs Blades" he stated, once she had opened
the door
Rita came out and, after giving Tam the once over, asked Joe to
take his bike round the back for her, then she gently guided Tam
into the house and onto the sofa
"What happened?" she asked
"I was on Joe's new bike, going to Chic Murray's house, and a
fell off" Tam answered
"Fuckin bikes are death traps" his mother spat vehemently
Tam was torn between sticking up for his pal's bike and
protecting himself from blame kept his mouth shut 
"Let's get your stuff off and have a look" his mum said
As gently as she could she got his jeans and pullover off and
rolled him onto his good side, she prodded and pocked, asking if
he could feel this and if that hurt, but came to the conclusion
that he had been lucky and was only badly bruised
"You're a lucky boy" she said "Better get yourself washed and
into bed"
"Bed" yelped Tam Scandalised "Am going to the Loch"
His mother laughed out loud
"No the day your no son"
"But mum... everyone's going"
"No you!" she said, and the finality in her tone warned Tam that
this was a battle he had lost
"Awright, I'll no go swimming, but can I not stay up?" he
wheedled
"I suppose you can stay down here on the couch" his mother
smiled
"Thanks mum" said Tam feeling a bit more cheerful
He settled down with Emma their 5-year-old collie bitch and soon
nodded off.
 His mum woke him a few hours later and asked how he was, 
"A lot better" lied Tam, desperate to be able to go out
"You sure?" his mum questioned him
"Uh huh course I'm sure" he responded in as truthful a manner as
he could
"Aye well" she said, "want some lunch?"
"Aye, I'm starving," said Tam
"Tomato soup awright?"
"Mmmmmm great" he said
After a bowl of Tom soup and 5 slices of bread, Tam felt like a
new man
"Can I take Emma out for a walk" he asked
"Oh I don't know about that," said his mum "you sure you're up to
it?"
"Aye I feel fine," he said truthfully
"I suppose so" his mum said "but you had better keep her on her
leash, she's broke down"
Tam knew that this meant that all the local dogs would be hanging
round trying to mate with her and decided that he would only take
her round the back garden.
Putting on his jeans and a clean shirt, Tam got the leash and
attached it to Emma then went out the back with her, sure enough
there was a dog hanging about, Tam put Emma back into the house
and tried to shoo the young dog away through the close, once it
was out he put up the gate and noticed Joe's wee sister Mary at
the far end.
"Awright?" she enquired shyly
"Aye" said Tam in as hard a voice as he could
"Joe said you fell off his bike, said you got a right sore one?"

"It wasn't that bad" he lied
"What're you doing?" she asked
"I'm taking Emma for a walk, but she's broken down" 
"Aw" she said, "what's that?"
Tam blushed
"It's when the boy dogs try to go with her," he said in a matter
of fact sort of way
Now it was Mary's turn to blush
"A see" she said "need a hand?"
"Aye awright" Tam answered "mon in, but mind yon dog doesn't get
in with you"
Mary struggled through the make shift gate and closed it behind
her, using her foot to shoo the dog away, 
"Where's Emma then?" Mary asked
"Inside, hold on and I'll go get her"
Tam opened the door and Emma scooted out, running round, happy
just to be out, they both sat down on the step and Emma came and
nuzzled into them, looking for them to stroke and clap her, which
they both did gleefully. Just then Rita came out "I've got to go
a message into town, you two be alright here yourself for a
while?" she wondered
"How, what is it you're going for?" Tam asked
"None of your business!" she answered tartly "Just make sure
there's no nonsense while I'm away"
"Right" replied Tam "how long will you be?"
"I should be back before four, ok?" Rita said
Tam said "Ok" as his mum bent over and kissed him on the cheek on
her way out.
Not five minutes after she had left the young dog that had been
hanging about earlier found his way into the back garden
"Mum must not have put the gate up right," shouted Tam, as he
tried to get hold of Emma, but she struggled free and jumped over
the fence into the neighbours garden
To join the young mongrel, who immediately went round behind her,
sniffed her rear end once or twice, and promptly mounted her, Tam
wasn't sure he wanted to stop them even if he could, it was such
a sight, he watched closely as the dogs long thick cock slipped
out of Emma's hole, there was stuff coming out of the end of it
that was too sticky to be pee, Mary seen it too
"Look, see the spunk?" she said as she pointed to the dogs dick
"Aye" replied Tam, trying to make out that he knew exactly what
was going on
But the dog hadn't finished yet, it once more made its way round
behind Emma and re-mounted her slamming his big doggy dick into
her, Tam felt himself getting hard watching the dogs fuck and
having Mary watch it with him, was having an effect on him he
wasn't sure he should be feeling, taking a side ways glance at
Mary, Tam noticed she had a glazed look on her face, and that her
hand's had wandered to her groin area, she was cupping herself as
though she needed to pee though her legs were set apart, a yelp
from Emma drew his attention from Mary back to the dogs, The
mongrel had managed to dislodge itself from Emma's cunt, the full
length of his cock was hanging below him, with a sort of knot at
the end of it, as it hit the grass it must have triggered the
dogs orgasm as streams of cum began to shoot out of it, Tam heard
Mary gasp and turned to look at her, her face was very red and
her hands were firmly pressed between her legs, Tam decided it
was time to 'rescue' Emma from the marauding hound, he went out
of the close and crossed into Mrs Duffy's close and put the leash
on Emma and brought her round
"Will she be alright?" Mary asked
"I think she'll have puppies" Tam replied unsurely
"That was cool" Mary enthused "Did you see how big its Willie
was?"
"Fucking huge!" said Tam "did you see all the spunk coming out?"
"It's a lot more than boys make" Mary informed him
"How'd you know?" asked Tam Curiously 
"I've seen my big brothers" Mary said "once when mum and dad were
out Raymond had a dirty book, and I watched when he thought I was
in bed"
"What was it like" Tam asked
"It was quite big and he was rubbing it up and down, then this
white stuff shot out the end of it, the spunk"
"Do girls make spunk?" Tam wanted to know
"Naw, but we get dead wet," said Mary
"Are you wet just now?" Tam asked
"Uh huh" Mary said looking at him "want to see it?"
"Can I?"
"If you show me yours to" replied Mary
"I'll go and get the key to the coal shed" said Tam "you can lock
it from the inside"
Tam took Emma unto the Kitchen, and took the big shed key from
behind the door then closed the door behind him on his way out,
Mary looked up at him excitedly
As they made there way round to where the large concrete double
sheds were situated, Tam put the key in  and let Mary in first,
before going in himself, he had a good look round in case anyone
was watching them, but seeing no one he passed into the gloom,
then feeling his way blindly placed the Key into the lock and
turned it once, checking to make sure it was really shut behind
him, he stumbled and groped his way to the rear of the shed till
he happened upon Mary standing with her back against the wall,
"What now" he asked her
"Hold on, I'll lie down and you kneel besides me" Mary answered
"This is no use" Tam moaned " I cannae see a thing"
"What you going to do then?" Mary asked
"There are candles in one of the Kitchen drawers" Tam replied
"I'll nick in and get them and some matches"
Tam retraced his steps back to the Kitchen, where Emma was
whining about being left alone, and made his way back to the coal
shed, as he opened the door the dog that had been interfering
with Emma made an appearance, Tam hesitated, not sure what to do,
as the dog made its way over to where he was and started to sniff
him,
"What's the matter?" asked Mary
"It's that dog" said Tam as the dog in question leapt up and
started having sex with his leg, 
"Dirty bastard!" Mary giggled
"I cannae get him off" Tam pleaded
"Well just bring him in then" Mary laughed
Once Tam managed to get in and disengage the dog with Mary's
help, he set about getting the candles lit and stuck against the
walls
"It's nice and cosy with the candles on" Mary said
"Hold on and I'll spread out this bit of carpet" said Tam
After he had finished getting it spread out as best he could Tam
took up a position where he was one side of the dog and Mary was
on the other
"What now" he asked
"Hold on and I'll lie down and you can look" Mary told him
With that Mary lay on her back and raised her knees, exposing her
panty clad fanny to Tam and the dog, Tam shuffled over and
stroked her thigh, which elicited a small moan from Mary, getting
brave, Tam slipped his hand down till it came into contact with
her knickers, Mary jumped slightly, as though not expecting it
and Tam withdrew his hand, but Mary re-assured him that it was ok
to continue, he put his hand on her knee and slid it down towards
her panties, then ever so gently he lifted the elastic side and
eased his hand onto her bare slit, she was right about getting
wet, she was absolutely soaking, his finger slid all the way into
her up to the first knuckle without any sort of effort
whatsoever, this drew a long shuddering moan from Mary, Tam was
now rock hard and in an uncomfortable position, leaning over he
shoved his hand into his jeans and adjusted the way his cock was
pointing, Mary noticing this told him to take off his jeans so
she could see it, Tam complied as quickly as he could, lying back
with just his shirt and socks on he felt very vulnerable, but not
for long, Mary knelt over his middle and took his young slender
cock into her hand, and peeled back his foreskin, she gently
rubbed her hand up and down the length of it, and soon Tam felt
the familiar sensation of cumming but magnified a thousand times
as someone else masturbated him, when the explosion came it sent
shock waves racing through his body, and a loud groan escaped
him
"Enjoy that Tam" Mary teased him
"Fuck Mary, that was just brilliant" Tam gasped
The compliment made Mary blush a little
"What about me then?" she asked
"I thought girls didn't cum?" Tam answered
"We might not spunk like boys" she replied "but we can still
cum"
"Ok " said Tam "what do I do?"
"I'll lay back and you put your fingers into me and I'll tell you
what to do" Mary instructed
"Right" said Tam
He watched as Mary pulled down her pants and lay on her back with
her knees crooked, she motioned for him to come closer and took
his fingers and placed one inside of her tight wet young quim,
and another just above the hole, on the little button, 
"That's it," said Mary "just rub it gently round and round"
Tam did as he was told and soon Mary's breathing was coming in
gasps and her hips were grinding against his hand, 
"Faster Tam, I'm cumming" Mary panted
Tam increased the tempo, as Mary's hips started to move out of
control
"Faster Tam, Faster" Moaned Mary, her face contorted into an
obscene mask of depravity
"Uhhhhh Mmmmmmm ... uh uh uh yessssss" she almost shouted, the
juices running down Tams hand, at that the young dog came round
and started licking Mary's juices from off of Tams hand, and from
there licking the juices straight from Mary's cunt. The rough
tongue sent fresh orgasms gushing through Mary's young body; she
jerked and juddered uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure
seared through her
"Stop him Tam, I cannae take any more" she pleaded
Tam started to shove the dog away, only to notice its doggy dick
was unsheathed and looking impressively big compared to his own
flaccid cock, 
"Check it out Mary, you've got him all hard" Tam told Mary
Mary sat up and was confronted with the sight of the young dog
being restrained by Tam as it tried to get to her, the devil was
in her as she made her way towards the dog, its features
grotesque in the light of the candles, she went the other side of
it and reaching underneath grasped its pink doggy cock in her
small white hand, there was a sort of juice coating its cock and
it felt like it was on fire, it was far hotter than Tams cock had
been, even when he was cumming for her.
As she stroked the dogs cock, Tam looked into her face, seeing
the lust that was there chased any worries he had to the back of
his mind, this was so fucking hot, the rights and wrongs would
just have to wait, Tam shifted his focus from Mary's face to the
effect her hand was having on the dog, its cock was now
absolutely massive and a knot had started to form at its end, the
dog was letting out small whelps and its leg was twitching in
time to Mary's ministrations, Tam sensed that it would soon be
shooting cum all over the tiny little hand that had only moments
ago been coated in his own sperm, reaching down he took his hard
little cock and began to pump himself, Mary noticed and was glad
Tam was as excited as she was, she increased her tempo and soon
the dog was almost howling as stream after stream of doggy cum
sprayed onto the carpet and into her hand.
After the dog had stopped cumming she shifted her attention to
Tams solid little dick, she gently pushed him onto his back and
positioned herself so that she was knelt between his legs, the
ever so slowly looking into his eyes, she took his little cock
into her mouth, Tam Gasped, the feeling was unlike anything he
had ever experienced before, the warmth and wetness caused
unknown sensations to shoot throughout his young body, Tam looked
down and saw that the dog was now behind Mary about to mount her
"Watch the dog" he warned her
"Ah'll" Mary cried out, as the dog mounted her and its freshly
hard dick sought out and found its moist tight target, before
anyone could do anything it was in up to its hilt, bucking and
thrusting deep into her, from fear and panic Mary's expression
changed to one of terrible lust, Tam seen the change and watched
as the dog fucked its huge red hot knob deep into Mary, he
reached down and took his dick in his own hand as the dog built
up a frantic rhythm, every time it lunged into her she let out a
small noise, her breath escaping in perfect harmony with the dogs
deep strokes, then her climax was upon her, the low pitched moan
becoming more of a scream as wave after wave of orgasms overtook
her small perfectly formed body, when the dog with one last wild
lung shot its doggy cum deep into her. Mary began screaming, with
plain of pleasure Tam could not be certain, till it's huge dick
flopped out, along with a steady stream of white gooey spunk,
Mary was left draped over him panting and groaning,
"You alright Mary?" Tam asked anxiously
"God what have I done" Mary Cried "promise me you'll never tell
anyone Tam!"
"Whit the fuck am I going to tell anyone!" I reassured her


And I never have.... Till now that is

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Mum & Son F/m 
                                      DISCLAIMER
This story is intended for very broad-minded adults over the age
of 21
it is not intended for children or for prudes. It contains
descriptions
of sex between a mother and her son if you find this type of
story
line disturbing then please do not read any further. (F/m)
if you have any comments address them to: alex_blair@msn.com
 
 
 
 
Voddy
By Alex Blair
 
The Characters:
 
The family: -
 
Son   "Billy"
               
                      
almost 14, 5"6 mousy brown hair, a 
little overweight, very pale complexion,  quiet and 
withdrawn. A watcher and thinker
 
Bother   "Stevie" 3 years younger than Billy, much 
darker complexion and personality, tough, fit, too 
deep for his own (or anyone else's) good
 
Mum    "Liz"
               
                     
hard, heavy drinking, bitter woman, 
5"6 medium build, average looks, works in an 
electric's factory for too little money, a she wolf 
when it came to her "cubs"
 
Dad   "John" tough and wiry, 5"10 works shifts in 
the Steel works, spends most of his free time at the 
Masonic halls/football/pub/anywhere but here with 
his drinking pals, not a bad man, but only because 
he can't be bothered being anything at all
 
The home: -
 
Location   Wishaw, Steel Town in the Scottish 
Central Belt, been in decline for about 120 years 
and its been raining heavily for about the same 
time, Mean streets filled with Hard men and Viragos, 
a chip on your shoulder is 'de rigueur'. A society 
where bigotry and racism is so wide spread no one 
even notice's.
 
Home   a damp concrete flat with 3 bedrooms, living 
room, Kitchen and Bathroom. It is part of a 
triangular set-up, 9 flats, three up with a communal 
close, making 3 doors per landing. our flat is in 
the middle floor of the middle block.  As you enter 
Billy's room is first on the left, opposite his mum 
and dad's room, then further down the hall, the 
Bathroom is on the left, Stevie's room on the right, 
the kitchen and living room are straight ahead. 
Always needing tidied/cleaned/repaired
 
Scenario   Friday, about 2 O'clock in the afternoon, 
Billy is dogging it from school cause its Friday, 
and no-body works on a Friday afternoon. He'd gone 
to school as normal till lunch time, Then with 3 or 
4 of his pals had slipped away, they had gone to 
McClarens house, cause he lived closest, smoked a 
fag, told some lies about who he had shagged then 
caught the bus to his own bit. He had left early, 
all the talk of sex had gotten him hard, plus he had 
no money for the card school, now all he wanted was 
to get his dads porn out and get into the bathroom 
and have a good hard wank, onanism always cheered 
him up.
 
What Happened   After ditching his school bag in his 
room, Billy locked the front door, his brother 
wasn't due back for at least an hour or so and his 
mum a few hours after that. His dad was on the back-
shift and had not long left for work, but it was 
always better to be safe than sorry.
 
He pushed open the door and skirted the double bed. 
His mother slept on the side nearest the door. His 
father's side was on the other side of the room, 
once there he knelt down and lifted the mattress and 
looked for what porn to pick. Disaster! 
 
No fucking porn
"How's that possible?" 
Billy pushed the mattress as high as he could, 
nothing! 
"Bastard - Fucking Bastard" 
Billy cursed to himself. He'd been too cocky, not 
replacing things carefully enough and his dad had 
moved his stash.
 
Billy checked under the bed, in/behind/under/on top 
of/ his dad's bed/drawers/closets - Nothing, Billy 
had no idea where he might have hidden it.
 
Out of desperation, more than anything else, he 
decided to check his mother's side of the bed. He 
lifted up the mattress, but there was no porn there, 
only a couple of cheap grubby looking novels in a 
light blue cover, the picture on one of the covers 
caught Billy's attention though. Picking it up for a 
closer look, he noticed it had a drawing of a semi 
naked middle aged woman being held down by 2 boys. 
One sat over her tits and was pulling her head 
towards his small hard cock, the other boy was 
between her bent legs thrusting into her. It was 
hard to make out just what expression the woman had 
on her face.
 
"Better than nothing I suppose," thought Billy as he 
withdrew the book from under the mattress and made 
his way to the toilet. After locking the door he 
unbuckled his belt and took his trousers and shoes 
off, he then placed the baby lotion and a wad of 
toilet paper next to the toilet seat, finally he 
pushed his Y fronts down and over his feet. Free at 
last his cock began to stir and he got Goosebumps 
all over in anticipation.
he sat down and took up the book, the title "Mommies 
Boy". Didn't sound overly promising to Billy's 
uncomplicated mind, he opened it to page 1 and began 
to read.
 
The story began with a man and woman having sex, the 
man was fucking the woman hard, he was being rough 
and this was turning the woman on, he pulled out his 
cock, and began to force it into the woman's arse, 
but she dodged it. 
 
In a rage the man pushed her away and swore, telling 
her if she wouldn't "put out" he knew plenty who 
would, the woman begged him to stay but when he 
asked if she would let him fuck her arse the answer 
was a tearful no.  It was, in her mind, a dirty 
thing to do, and she just couldn't bring herself to 
let him fuck her there.
 
The next page or so were pretty boring. About how 
much she missed him and how lonely she had become, 
how well the kids were coping with it all - blah de 
blah  - so Billy skimmed over them till he got to a 
more juicy part.
 
It was late at night, and she was woken by voices 
coming from her eldest sons' room. Putting on a 
housecoat she opened her door and listened to find 
out what was going on, she heard her sons talking, 
but what they were saying was very muffled, although 
she was sure she heard Sean say something about 
shagging.
 
Feeling torn between anger and apprehension she 
crept over to the door, which was very slightly 
ajar, she peeked through the crack and the sight 
that met her eyes shocked and distressed her. Sean 
was lying on his back stroking a very large and very 
hard cock. Her youngest boy was sitting with his 
back to the headboard with a semi-hard on in his 
hand.
 
The older boy was boasting that he was the man of 
the house, and that shortly he was going to be 
sorting out mums' sexual needs. When she heard this, 
instead of being outraged, she was strangely exited. 
She found her hand wandering to her cunt, which was 
very damp, the dirtier her son became about what he 
was going to do to her, the faster her finger rubbed 
her crack.
 
Then just as she was about to cum she fell against 
the door. Billy never got that far. He had never 
shot so much cum so hard in all his life, the bloody 
stuff was everywhere, and the experience left him 
totally shattered and yet elated. What did it all 
mean? Thoughts and images flashed through his mind. 
Did his mum think about having sex with him? Maybe 
it wasn't even her book, maybe it was his dads' 
stuff, his thoughts were in a whiz. One thing for 
sure though. He'd be back for more 
 
All that day and night he thought about it, he 
couldn't wait till he had the house to himself so he 
could read more. But there was no chance over the 
weekend. People were always coming and going, so he 
would have to bide his time
 
On the Monday his dad started his night shifts so 
there was no point in rushing home as he'd be there, 
Billy still couldn't get it straight in his mind. He 
had started to look at his mum in a different light 
altogether. Now he watched for a sign that she was 
game for it. But she behaved pretty much as she had 
always behaved. So he was no further forward.
 
After dinner his dad made his sandwiches ready for 
going away, his brother was closeted in his bedroom 
listening to some music while his mum was stretched 
out on the couch drinking and watching the TV.  
Billy was sat in the chair his attention divided 
between the box and his mum, But when nothing was 
ever going to happened  - even after his dad had 
left for work, with a quick kiss to Liz and a gruff 
"cheerio" to himself - he decided it was time for 
bed
 
Billy awoke later, something had disturbed his 
sleep, he lay on his back listening and wondering 
what it could have been, very faintly he heard the 
sound of bedsprings creaking, not sure who's, Billy 
got out of his bed, he needed a pee anyway.
 
When he went out into the hall, he could see his 
mothers bedside light was on by the glow it cast 
against the far wall, further up the hall he noticed 
his brothers room door was firmly closed and could 
see no light under the jam.
 
After doing the toilet Billy headed back to bed, but 
as he neared his room he heard something rustling, 
creeping to his mums room door as quietly as he 
could manage, he peered through the crack left 
between the half open door and the frame.  He could 
see his mum lying on her side, her left arm propping 
her head up and a small book lying open on her bed, 
between her and the bedside cabinet.  Just where her 
right arm was Billy could only guess.  Her face was 
a picture of concentration and she looked a bit red 
and bothered, as though she had walked a distance.  
Billy could just about make out the sounds of her, 
slightly laboured, breathing. By now his cock was 
out and being vigorously rubbed. His eyes peeled on 
the site, of what he was pretty sure, was his mother 
wanking herself. It wasn't like the porno stories he 
read there was no great show of excitement, no 
throwing the covers of to reveal a rare and sexy 
beauty. It was much, much better that any of that. 
This was real, this was his own mother he was 
watching, nearing her climax as she read a book, he 
was sure was about a woman being fucked by her son! 
The spunk shot out of his cock, all over the door 
and the carpet, he came so hard he was shaking, his 
legs barely able to carry his weight, after he 
caught his breath he looked back through the crack, 
his mother was in the same position although she 
looked even more out of puff, small beads of sweat 
formed on her brow, just at that moment she 
shuddered slightly and turned to lay on her back her 
eyes tight shut, her breathing coming in long drawn 
breaths.
 
Billy turned and headed for bed, once under his 
duvet he played over what he had just seen in his 
mind. Straight away his cock became hard and his 
hand automatically reached down and grasped it. 
Within moments it was again shooting cum all over 
has hairless chest. Nothing had prepared Billy for 
the feelings of guilt and lust that were now 
coursing through him. But he knew, if the 
opportunity arose, he would have sex with his own 
mother.
 
During the following week a plan gradually developed 
in Billy's mind, he now knew what had to be done, it 
was risky, but the sight of his mother's face as she 
came, would not leave Billy's head. He was 
masturbating 4 and 5 times a day, and there was now 
only one woman in those sordid sick fantasies, and 
she might be available to him, which made the 
explosions at the end of each session ever more 
powerful.
 
On the Wednesday, when his dad was at work, he 
'took' a half-day off from school. When he got home 
he headed straight for his mothers books. He took 
the one he had seen her diddling herself to at the 
weekend. Went into the bathroom, and after reading a 
page or so of filth devoted to sons and mothers 
shagging one another, shot his load onto the page 
she had folded over. Returning the book to her bed, 
Billy placed the book half in and half out of the 
mattress to ensure she must know he had been in read 
it, and cum on it, now he had played his card what 
would happen?
 
The tension was just too much for Billy. He left the 
house wearing his Parker, with the hood up to 
protect him against the persistent sleet, and headed 
for some waste ground that hardly anyone bothered 
with, but the more he walked the more anxious he 
felt, what if she told his dad!. Fuck he was a dead 
man, what if he went home and they were both waiting 
for him, calling him all sorts of names? What if 
they threw him out for being such a dirty bastard? 
In a panic he sped home. Hoping to be back before 
anyone else, so he could rectify it all.
 
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Wednesday"! 
She always finished early on a Wednesday! He had 
reached the end of the street and saw Mary his mums 
pal walk up her driveway. That could only mean his 
mum was home already. No way was he going home now.
 
 He'd run away, that was the only solution.
 
He spent the next 5 or 6 hours wandering miserably 
around the woods at the bottom of the scheme, 
freezing cold, soaking wet, dodging the Glue 
sniffers and avoiding the shooting galleries and the 
wino's, his mind numb with the realisation of just 
what he had done. He had crossed the line, there was 
no turning back now, no way to undo any of it, a 
small hard knot had formed deep in his belly, a 
million solutions presented themselves to him. But 
each one was quickly dismissed. He knew he would be 
found out. His life from now on would be totally 
ruined.
 
He had to go home.
 
 he turned his sodden feet in that general direction 
and headed for his street, a sheen of sweat bathed 
his face, his heart was racing, his mind was like a 
movie screen, just before the film begins, all mad 
images and flashes nothing making any sense. Just a 
dead man walking.
 
He pushed open the door, fully expecting them both 
to be waiting in the hall for him, but there was 
nothing. He walked up the hallway with his heart in 
his mouth and entered the living room slowly, but no 
one was there, the only noise in the house was 
coming from his brother's room. 
He stepped over and chapped the door, 
 
"Aye" came the shouted reply, 
I opened the door and studied the young hard looking 
face before me for signs of disgust, but found none, 
just the usual hard look reserved for me, 
"Whit is it?" he demanded, 
"Where are they?" I asked in as off a hand manner as 
I could muster,
"Out" he glibly replied
"No fucking shit" says I, "out fucking where?"
"Dunno, never said" he responded
 
I left shutting his door, knowing that he enjoyed 
nothing more than annoying the fuck right out of me, 
and that even if he did know, chances were he 
wouldn't tell me anyway 
"Moody wee prick" I thought
 
Feeling a bit better, but not really knowing why, I 
got something to eat and after watching some telly, 
headed to my bed. Feeling almost normal, the 
thoughts that were a maelstrom no more than a few 
hours ago now firmly pushed to the back of my mind.
 
The noise of them coming home would have been enough 
to have woken the dead, they were both full of the 
drink and happy, for a change, they went straight to 
bed, with much laughing and carrying on. Was this a 
good sign? Maybe she hadn't even noticed it yet. 
Once again I was both in a panic and elated. I'd dog 
school tomorrow and replace it exactly as I had 
found it, I'd clean off the spunk, leave it so that 
she need never know.
 
Next morning I feigned sickness and went back to my 
bed, I waited for a good hour after everyone had 
left, just to make sure no one was coming back, then 
I got up and walked through to her room. Kneeling 
down besides the bed, I gently lifted the mattress. 
And noticed right away that the book was moved. My 
heart sank. I slowly picked up the book and let down 
the mattress.  Opening the book at the folded page, 
I saw that the two pages I had shot my load over the 
previous afternoon, had been peeled apart, some of 
the pages had stuck to one another, and it must have 
been obvious what had happened, I replaced the book 
and went slowly back to my own room, a puzzled man.
 
But why was nothing said? Was she waiting to have a 
word with me when my dad was at work? Had she told 
him? Christ, I just didn't know what was going on, 
it was all out of control, I worked things out in my 
head. My dad was on the early shift then he had a 
quick turnover and into the night shift tonight, so 
the only time she would be able to talk to me 
alone..... Would be after dinner when he left for 
work.
 
Always the coward I decided that the best option 
would be for me to just stay in my room. I started 
half-heartedly re-reading a book I'd finished the 
week before. 
 
The time seemed to drag by till firstly Stevie came 
home. Popping his head round the door to call me a 
wanker for missing school. 
 
Then dad came home from the pub where he'd gone 
after work as usual, he came in and asked how I was, 
not that he really cared, but it was the done thing, 
at least now I knew she hadn't told him, which was 
surely a good sign? 
 
Then lastly she came home. I heard my dad saying 
hiya and asking how her day had been; she must have 
gone into her room to get changed. Cause I heard her 
reply coming from that direction. My door got 
knocked and she came in, I searched her face for a 
sign, either good or bad, but could read nothing 
into it, she came and sat next to me on the bed 
stroked my hair and asked how I was, 
"Fine" I replied, looking away at the lie, 
"Want anything special for dinner?" she coaxed
"Naw, anything will do" I said trying to sound sort 
of unwell
"It'll be ready shortly, I'll bring it through, ok?" 
says she
"Fine" I reply, wondering what in gods name is going 
on, its just as though nothing had ever happened, 
the misplaced book with it's sticky pages and yellow 
stain might never have been, if my mums expression 
and manner were anything to go by.
 
She duly brought me my dinner then when I heard my 
dad closing the door I decided to put my plan into 
action, I went into the living room where mum was 
lying on the couch watching telly with a tall glass 
of Vodka and Irn-Bru she asked me how I was and I 
told her I was feeling not too well. She asked me if 
I wanted a hot toddy, I consented to be molly 
cuddled, and sat back and let her run after me, she 
returned a few minutes later, changed into a night 
dress, and bearing a large toddy and a fresh drink 
for herself, she must have had a few as she stumbled 
a bit on the way over to the couch, she was in a 
good mood, giggling and laughing at the telly, not 
that I was paying it too much attention, I was 
trying my best to look up her night dress, I could 
just about grab a glance of her white panties, but 
not a lot.
 
About 9'ish she yawned and said it was time for her 
bed. As she got to her feet I built up my courage 
and asked
 
"Can I sleep with you tonight mum? I don't feel too 
well" 
(Which was the bravest thing I have ever said in my 
entire life)
 
She stopped and looked down at me, then smiled and 
said
"I suppose so seeing as your dads away at work. But 
you'd better be in your own bed before he gets back 
tomorrow morning boy!"
My heart leapt,  - at that moment I just knew I was 
going to do it.
She went to the toilet and I stole into her bed, I 
went over to my dad's side and snuggled deep into 
the duvet enjoying its coldness next to my skin.
 
 Shortly afterwards mum came into the room smelling 
nice from some perfume she must have put on and the 
faint smell of toothpaste, she climbed into bed 
beside me and lay on her side with her back to me.
"Just going to read for a wee bit" she explained
"You just go to sleep"
"Ok mum" I murmured back
But sleep was the last thing on MY mind
I felt the bed move slightly and supposed she must 
be reaching under the mattress for her book. 
"Ya Dancer" I thought to myself
I forced myself to lay perfectly still, listening 
carefully for any noises she might make, the pages 
turned and her breathing became shallower but there 
was no sign of anything else to suggest she was 
playing with herself.
 
A short time later she leaned over and put the book 
back where it came from, I sensed her turning round 
and looking at me, then she stretched over and 
kissed me gently on the forehead, I felt her boob 
press softly against my shoulder, and became 
instantly aroused, but she simply turned over and 
switched out the light.
 
Well this was it!
 
I had never been so excited, nor had I ever been so 
scared. Not even when I had been cornered by a bunch 
of Neds coming home from school and robbed of all my 
money. But being the big shite-bag that I was, I 
simply lay still, trying my best not to breathe too 
loudly, wishing my heart was a lot less noisy, 
surely she must be able to hear it thumping away in 
there, I tried to hold my breath to make it quieter, 
but ended up panting through lack of oxygen after I 
had to give in
 
After some time I felt my mum change her position, I 
half opened my eyes to have a wee peek, she was 
laying on her side facing me, I listened for her 
breathing but couldn't make it out distinctly, then 
she sort of flopped over, and her arm draped over my 
chest. Christ I was scared, but it was too late now.
 
I lay as still as I could, not moving a single 
muscle, even my cock had gone soft with the fear I 
was feeling, after a moment she again shifted her 
position, moving a little closer to me, I could 
smell the Vodka on her breath, hear the long deep 
motion of it, she gently shook me
"Billy, Billy you awake" she softly whispered
No fucking way was I saying anything, I lay there 
transfixed, as stiff as a board
She shook me a little more vigorously and again 
asked if I was awake, getting no response she 
crooked her leg over my thigh and put her arm half 
under my pillow. Still I lay, and said, and did 
nothing
 
Then I felt her hand slowly move away from my 
shoulder and rest over my chest, then lower still 
till it came to the bottom of my T-shirt, she slid 
her hand under it and rubbed my belly in a circular 
motion, this had me super hard in no time at all, I 
stopped worrying about breathing and everything else 
and gave myself up to the pleasure of that hand.
 
I knew where it was going next. But it still came as 
a shock when it bumped into the head of my cock as 
she made the circles bigger and bigger and lower and 
lower, I must have jerked as she stopped for a bit, 
but once more I stayed hushed
 
Her circles now centred on my rock hard cock with 
only the flimsy material of my Y-fronts between her 
hand and my prick, she withdrew her hand up my belly 
and then ever so gently she wiggled it under the 
waistband of my pants, when her hand made unfettered 
contact with my cock it was like an electric shock. 
Wave after wave of pleasure surged through my body, 
I was shaking and jerking and the spunk was shooting 
everywhere, I heard her gasp as she realised I had 
come at the mere touch of her hand, she took her 
hand from under the pillow and caressed my face till 
the emotions had subsided, then she removed her hand 
and  I felt her wiping me with some sort of cloth or 
towel, every dab sending  shock waves shooting 
through me,
 
As I lay back my mind raced ahead, what now? What do 
I do now? 
Lay still Billy pretend your asleep - truly a world 
class shitebag. 
 
I don't know what she was expecting, nothing maybe, 
she lay on her back and after a moment or two I 
heard the unmistakable sounds of her masturbating, 
her breathing became deeper and shorter, I felt the 
motion of her hand as it danced in and out of her 
cunt, within seconds I heard her moan and begin to 
shudder, the whole bed was shaking, it must have 
been quite an orgasm as the shaking and juddering 
went on for a good minute or to her breath coming in 
gasps.
 
It was the most erotic thing ever, my own mother had 
wanked me and then herself off, and now lay next to 
me drenched in sweat and smelling of sex, all it 
would have taken was for me to turn over and touch 
her and who knows what might have happened
 
But you know me by now!
 
Nothing else has happened between the two of us. I 
still regret not having tried to take it further, 
some nights when my dad is working night shift, I 
can hear her reading and the occasional stifled 
moan, still who knows maybe I'll build up the 
courage one day.
 
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