Perverts 'R' Us

Man of the House - Another Story

By Valleyal ( b/F, mast, frot )

Tammy and Tim were splitting up. They never had married, but for all intents and purposes, they were a couple. Some people called it common-law marriage especially since they had a son together. But Tim had been dealing drugs too long and too unsuccessfully for them to continue. Hoping to make a big score, when he tried to double-cross the wrong people they made sure he got caught. Tim was lucky they didn't kill him. The only thing that saved him from that was that the police showed up at that moment. The Columbians as well as Tim were arrested. Tim was going to be sent away for a long time.

Tammy was only 15 years old when she and Tim first hooked up. Now age 23 with a seven-year-old son, she had few job skills. Going back to her parents was not an option. Without Tim, she could not afford the rent.

In desperation as a last resort she found out that Mildred, one of her neighbors was looking for a roommate to help share expenses. It would only be one bedroom, so she and Jordan would have to share it. Since the rent was modest she was grateful that her and her son would not be homeless and have to sleep on the streets.

Putting on a brave face, she packed her and Jordan's few things and moved in with Mildred. The bedroom was quite small, but was certainly better than nothing. She tried to be cheerful, hoping to keep up Jordan's spirits. Jordan had always been very loving, but also shy and quiet, especially around Tim, who could be loud and sometimes mean, especially when he was high or drunk, which had been lots of the time. Holding Jordan tightly their first night together in their new home just before falling asleep, she told him he was now the "Man of the House".

Tammy had always been a little immodest and didn't really change in their new home. The most she ever wore to bed was a tee shirt and panties. Sometimes the tee shirts were very small and might not even cover her boobs. All of her panties were either thongs or G-strings. Never did the thought occur to her that this wasn't what to wear when she was sharing the same bed with her young son. As well, Tammy liked cuddling her son as much as him cuddling her.

Each night as they prepared for bed Tammy would get Jordan to unhook her bra for her. It clasped in the back and was hard to reach. Previously she had gotten Tim to do this. Now it was Jordan. They both brushed their teeth. Jordan might brush her hair for her. He liked doing this. She liked it too. She would set out a clean pair of tighty-whities for him to put on. He might even pick out and set the clean shirt and panties for her, but she usually did the picking. They would say their prayers then climb into bed.

Tammy would have to be at work by 6 AM so she had to be up by 4:30. This meant there would be a lack of sleep, but this way she would be off and home each afternoon when Jordan got home from school. Each night they might have to go to bed earlier than they were used to, but it was the only way since she had to get up so early. Jordan could sleep until 6:45 AM and Mildred could see him off to school.

For the first couple of weeks, Tammy fell asleep cuddled up with Jordan. It was all scary, knowing how close they had come to being homeless. She missed Tim a lot. Tim had lots of faults and could be mean a lot of the time, but one thing he was good at was in bed. Without realizing it she was substituting Jordan for Tim. She was cuddling with Jordan to make up for not having Tim in her bed.

But her being half naked and lying so close was having an effect on Jordan. All of these feelings and hormones were being stirred up. He loved his momma dearly and would do anything to see her happy. Tammy wasn't used to working regular and full time. She got tired much more easily. Within minutes after prayers, she was always fast asleep.

It was still too early for Jordan to be asleep. It might be another hour or so before the sun went down. Even for a seven-year-old, going to bed no later than 8:00 PM and lots of times earlier was still a bit early. But each night he would cuddle with his Momma until she fell asleep. They would mutter how much they loved each other, sometimes with Tammy calling Jordan her young man or possibly even calling him the "Man of the House."

Jordan supposed she picked this term up as this would be what Tim would always call himself, especially when he was arguing about something, and couldn't think of anything else to say. Calling himself the "Man of the House" seemed to trump all things. But with Jordan, Tammy was always saying it gently, like it was an honor for Jordan.

His momma would fall asleep within minutes of their getting in bed. They would be cuddled as closely as possible. And Jordan would not yet be all that sleepy. His momma cuddled up next to him practically naked. And she seemed dead to the world when asleep.

Initially the first few times he touched her were all by accident. His hand might accidentally brush across or bump into one of her boobs or perhaps her butt. He would almost whisper, asking if she was awake. She never was, not if she had been asleep for any length of time. If she was wearing one of the tiny shirts it was easy enough raising it some so that it was uncovered. He might slowly and gently place his hand on it, not moving a muscle to see if this woke her any. It never did. He would caress and gently stroke, not squeezing too hard that way, certain not to wake her.

Reaching down between her legs to touch the place called her pussy, now that might be a little difficult, since Tammy usually slept on her side, facing away with her back to Jordan. His hand on her boob might be easily explained as an accident while they were both asleep. Getting to reach down between her legs was at an awkward angle, so that if she did wake up at that moment, he couldn't see any way of an explanation that would be believable.

But there were two other places easily reachable that were plenty fun enough to explore. The first was her boobs, which were oh, so soft to touch, especially when she had on the small tee shirts. Even when she had on the larger tee shirts, they were still soft to touch even with the tee shirt material between his hands.

But best of all was her butt. Tammy slept curled up with her butt poking out. When he was behind her, which is the way they usually slept, she would practically be pushing it into him. Her butt cheeks were always bare with any bit of cloth or string holding them together always deep in her crack. If he thought the skin on her boobs was soft it didn't even compare with how soft her butt skin was. And it was sticking out into him, making him get a stiffy.

That night he waited until he was certain she was deeply asleep. Three times he had whispered if she was awake with no answer. The last time he had asked he had even been squeezing one of her butt cheeks. With no answer he was certain she was in deep sleep.

He wasn't sure of why he did it he eased open the fly of his tighty-whities so that now both his balls and his small dick were through the opening. Slowly he leaned forward into her with his dick pointing into one of her soft butt cheeks. Her skin was so soft and he immediately got a stiffy.

Readjusting his aim, he now embedded it into her butt crack. His entire dick was now enclosed inside there, completely covered in some part of her skin. An added benefit was that the part of the head where he peed out of was pressed into the G-string of her panties. Every part of his stiffy was surrounded by the softest skin, except for that part which was most sensitive. As he would rock back and forward pressing in deeper the G-string would be pressed in deeper into the sensitive head. And Jordan had his first orgasm ever. It wasn't but just a few drops and it wasn't pee. And Jordan was in heaven.

While Tammy was a deep sleeper, Jordan was a light one. He would wake up immediately upon any movement by Tammy. Tammy didn't thrash around in her sleep much, but she did periodically move around, changing position. Once or twice while he was fucking her butt crack she had sighed in her sleep, and actually seemed to be leaning back into him. He thought for sure he must have awakened her, but she never did.

Sometimes she might roll over onto her tummy. He wouldn't be able to fuck her butt crack then, as this would have meant climbing on top of her. But with her on her tummy he would just cuddle up close to her and when he was certain she was deeply asleep he would ease his hand down to her butt.

He could feel her up much better than when she was on her side. He would be slow and gentle. With patience he could even move the thong or G-string material out from where it was embedded in her crack. It could be pulled to the side some and his hand could go all the way into the crack all the way to her bare butthole. He would push against it but not into her butthole scared that this might wake her up. An added benefit was that when she later rolled over onto her side if he had loosened the material enough that it wouldn't be in her crack either then. Then when her fucked her butt crack it would be nothing but bare skin his stiffy touched. His few drops of orgasm would be pressed against her butthole.

Most of all, what Jordan looked forward to were those times when Tammy rolled over and slept on her back. He would cuddle closer to her than he ever did at any time using her shoulder or her chest as a pillow. And he would ease his hand down her tummy until he reached the material of her panties. Even in thongs there was more material in front than there ever was in back. Normally she wouldn't be on her back for long. As soon as he sensed her moving to be on her back he would immediately cuddle up next to her and just accidentally his hand would move over her panty-covered jewels, jewels that he was anxious to explore.

One thing he did learn after a few times was that if he also moved one leg over hers as well as cuddling and using her shoulder or chest as a pillow, the time when she next shifted it would usually only just be her upper torso. She couldn't shift her hips as easily what with him sort of pinning her down. She might move to shift to her side but would just automatically ease back into the same position. And with his head on her chest or shoulders, she would just as automatically turn the shift into a tighter cuddle and then shift right back into the position she had started from. Once she was on her back he could almost keep her there just by cuddling.

Even though the panties were always tiny, they were always snug. He got to feel up her pussy, but always over her panties. There never was any slack to peel back to reach inside of. The few times he did attempt to pull the tight elastic away, he sensed that this would definitely awaken her. He wasn't certain how he would do it but was determined anyway.

Almost by accident one of the times he was fucking her butt crack and his hand was on her hip and he realized how easy it was to peel the G-string down lower. It might have initially been at almost waist level to begin with, but with gentle pressure he could ease it down to several inches well below her hip bone, the lower the better. This didn't make any difference while she was on her side, as her butt cheeks were already completely bare no matter where on her hips the rest of the material was.

But when Jordan peeled her panties down on the side where it was move on her thighs the difference became quite apparent when she would later roll over onto her back. The panty material covering her front would no longer be snug. In fact it would be loose with gaps. The lower down her thighs, the bigger the gaps. Also, the lower down also meant that the top part of her panties would be lower too. Some of her pubic hair would be exposed. If at some time during the night she had lain on each different side and he had peeled her panties over each hip her pussy wouldn't even be covered at all. The material would be below her.

Gently and tenderly, Jordan started to slowly explore her pussy. He would only use the softest touch so as not to awaken her. Tammy had always sighed in her sleep, but never more so than those times when either Jordan was fucking her butt crack or feeling up her pussy. Because he was always gentle and never rubbed hard he didn't awaken her.

It got to be that as soon as he was certain she was asleep he pulled his balls and stiffy through the slit opening of his shorts. With their constant cuddling Tammy's body was getting used to Jordan constantly being pressed against her. With his head on her shoulders or chest and one leg straddled over hers his stiffy would always be pressed someplace into some part of her inner thigh. If he straddled higher up her thigh his stiffy could even be pressed up against her panties. And on those occasions when he had peeled them down some his stiffy could even be pressed against her bare pussy. And if he cuddled closer his stiffy could even go between her pussy lips. That meant inside her. And if his stiffy was any bit inside her pussy, then that was fucking.

Tammy never realized anything. She had a hard job at work which completely exhausted her. She still missed Tim, but for some unknown reason she wasn't as horny as she thought she would have been. She didn't feel the need to go out looking for a guy. Guys were only good for two things, paying bills which they really weren't that good at, or for in bed. And she wasn't feeling the extreme need for that as she would have thought beforehand.

Most of all they had a happy home life, which was the first time Tammy had ever experienced. Growing up it certainly wasn't a happy home life with her parents. The times with Tim certainly weren't always happy either. But being here in their new home was certainly happy. Mildred was pleasant enough. They mostly stayed out of each other's way. Tammy was prompt with the rent payment and her part of the bills. And Mildred was certainly kind to Jordan.

But what mostly made for a happy home life was seeing Jordan so happy, perhaps for the first time ever in his life. Tammy wasn't certain at first how Jordan would feel that he no longer had a bed of his own. That he was a cuddler was a welcome benefit because Tammy craved those first few moments after they got into bed as he would cuddle her until she fell asleep. It made for the most pleasant dreams and peaceful sleep. It wasn't often, but on those times when she did awaken in the night she was so pleased that he was still cuddling her. She knew that someday he would outgrow this cuddling phase and wished it would never end. Jordan had become the "man in her life" even if he still was a little boy. All little boys eventually grow out of being close to their mommas. She just wished that Jordan would never would.

Sometimes when she had gotten up at 4:30 and Jordan was still asleep she would gaze down at how peaceful he looked. She felt a bit guilty for cuddling so much with him, but she needed him so much for that. It was almost like the feelings she had years ago when she breast-fed him. Jordan needed the milk for nourishment, but he could have easily gotten that from formula in a bottle. It was Tammy that needed the feelings as he would suckle on one of her nipples.

She almost wished that now he would have been a baby again and she could suckle him. She wouldn't have stopped at a few months like she did back then. She would have kept it up even as he got to be a toddler never trying to get him to stop. If it had been like it was now just the two of them she would have kept it up indefinitely, maybe even into while he was in the second grade as now. That kind of thought made her smile at how wicked it was and she hoped Jordan would never know that she thought that.

And sometimes as she would gaze down at him peacefully sleeping she might see his small dick poking out of the slit. He had such a pretty dick, all pink and hairless. Grown men's dicks were so red and ugly and all covered in hair. Ever since the day after he was born and the doctor had cut on it to circumcise she had treasured those few times she got to peek at it. It was so cute. On those early mornings when she gazed at it and he grew a stiffy always amazed her. She knew that this was what Tim had always referred to as a morning hardon which guys all supposedly got as they would soon need to go pee after waking up. She would die of embarrassment if Jordan ever woke and caught her peeking at his cute dick.

Tammy was happy because Jordan was happy. She treasured that he was now the man in her life. Even though it was likely wrong she treasured that he didn't demand his own room and own bed. She so craved his cuddling. Even though she knew she should dress him in pajamas she wanted to still keep him in just shorts. She also knew that she herself should probably put on a gown, perhaps even a granny gown. As long as he didn't complain she would wear as little as possible. She so craved the feeling of his tiny body and bare skin up against her bare skin. Most every night she seemed to have the most wicked dreams; dreams that if she dared put into practice, the police would be coming for her and she would be locked up even longer than Tim.

Perhaps the next time she went to the store she would purchase the kind of panties that snapped or tied on the sides, and somehow she would figure out a way that they accidentally became unsnapped or untied each night when she got into bed. She would have to do this without Jordan realizing it. He really was outgrowing his few pair of tighty-whities and maybe she would get some that were more loose with wide slit openings. Without him knowing it she would see that these would be the ones he would wear to bed and not to school. That way they would gap while cuddling. Also they would gap in the early mornings as he slept. Because Tammy never wanted to stop cuddling with Jordan. He was the man in her life. Even being a little boy, he was now the "Man of the House".