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Date: Tue, 24 May 2005 11:16:43 +0000
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Billy Loves Boobs
It started really as soon as Billy could walk. Like most children he followed
his mother around constantly, unable to leave her side. But unlike most
children, Billy had an unreasoning attraction to his mother's breasts. He
couldn't get enough of them, constantly unbuttoning her shirt, pawing her,
trying to get his little hands and mouth on them. She knew it was probably
because she had breast fed him until he was three, but that was only because he
always cried until she gave him the breast.
He didn't care where they were when he wanted to touch them. Once in the grocery
store when he was four, he had unbuttoned the top half of her shirt before she
realized it. From his position in the little seat on the grocery cart, he had
been able to reach her shirt quite easily. Unfortunately, she didn't notice for
a few seconds until quite a few people began staring. That had been the last
time she ever went shopping without a bra.
At night he would sometimes sneak into her bed to sleep. Since his father
worked overnights, she always let him. Only sometimes she would wake up nights
and find him trying to nurse from her tit. His little mouth sucking for all it
was worth from her enormous breasts. Sometimes his teeth would scrape her
nipple or actually bite them, and she would awake with a start. Always she
would pull him off, but sometimes he would cry so much that it was just easier
to let him keep sucking.
One particular night after Billy had crawled into bed with her and nodded off to
sleep, his mother began to have the most erotic dream. She was being ravaged by
someone, she couldn't quite see his face, but his body was powerful and hard.
She could feel his hands on her face, his lips on her neck trailing down to her
breasts. Before she knew it, the man had buried his face in her chest, his
mouth, sucking, nuzzling and devouring her heaving breasts. Suddenly a very
powerful orgasm rocked her body and forced her awake. Her movement startled
Billy who was lying atop her body, his mouth covering her nipple. She soothed
him back to sleep, but when she tried to roll him off her he set up such a fuss
that she found it easier just to let him lie there.
While he drifted back into slumber, his mouth suckling even in sleep, his
mother's mind was reeling. She had just orgasmed while her son sucked her
breast. She couldn't get over it. What kind of pervert was she? She'd always
found her son's breast feeding slightly erotic and maybe a little stimulating
but somehow not in a sexual way. It sounded contradictive, but in her mind it
had always been something different. I mean she knew it was strange for an
eight year old boy to still want to breast feed, but he was still just a
little boy so she didn't worry too much about it. Although lately she had kept
it from her husband and told Billy to keep it to themsleves so that it was
their little secret.
She stroked Billy's back while she had these thoughts, her hand underneath his
pajama shirt, rubbing his bare smooth skin. His body felt good on top of hers,
his solidness, something to cling to. As her thoughts became more pensive, her
hand began rubbing in wider circles, trailing from his neck down to his pajama
bottoms, occasionally slipping under the waist band. Finally, her hands
reached his tight little bottom, lightly brushing over it. After a few minutes
she felt something stir on her lower stomach. It felt hard and stubby, jutting
into her hip bone. She slipped her other hand between their two bodies. Her
hand slipped into Billy's pajama's to see what he had left in his pockets. She
had actually grasped it with her hand before she realized that it was his
penis she was holding and that it was rock hard. Her hand shot away from it as
if it were red hot.
Her face flushed with shame. Oh god, she was giving her son an erection! This is
wrong, her brain told her. Sick, preverted! Maybe if she stopped touching him,
it would go away. The tactic seemed to work. Slowly his little erection faded
and she was even able to roll him off on to the bed where he curled up and went
fast asleep. As she rolled away from him she couldn't help but notice how wet
her pussy was, her juices fairly flowing.
After that, although the memory never faded, she began to be more stern with
Billy, denying him her breast unless he put up the strongest resistance. And
when he was nine, his father came off of the night shift and their nights in bed
together ended. Gradually, he seemed to become a normal little boy with no more
then normal interest in his mother. To her surprise she found that she missed
the attention.
Four years later, when Billy was thirteen, his father left his mother for a just
turned eighteen year old girl. His mother was devestated. She moped around the
house never dressing, only wearing a beat up old bathrobe, her hair a tousled
mess cascading around her face.
Billy was confused and hurt. First their were his own feelings about his
father's leaving, but mostly he felt the need to play the man and comfort his
mother in her moment of need. He tried to be helpfull around the house, cleaning
up the yard, picking up after himself, even doing his own laundry. His mother
barely seemed to notice.
One night about a month after the breakup, Billy couldn't take it anymore. He
had heard his mother crying herself to sleep every night for the past four
weeks. He decided to do something about it.
He knocked on her bedroom door.
"Mom," he said. "Are you okay."
"I'm fine, Billy," she said dully, her words coming out slightly slurred.
"Mom, let me in," Billy said.
At first he thought she hadn't heard him. He was about to turn away when the
door to her bedroom creaked open.
"What is it, honey?" she asked him.
It was dark in her room and all he could see was her silhouette.
"Let me in, Mom," he said. "I wanta talk."
She shrugged, turning away. The still open door his only invitation. He walked
forcefully into the room. It smelled stale and reeked of alcohol.
The first thing he did was turn the bedside lamp up gently. It's golden light
revealing the mess her room had become. The bed unmade, clothes laying in a
trail from the closet across the floor to the full length mirror, and empty
bottles of wine perched everywhere.
His mother sat slumped on the edge of the bed. Her hair falling around her face,
leaving it in shadow. A bottle of wine held weakly in one hand. The robe she
wore was wrinkled with wine stains on the sleeve. It was only tied loosely and
her long legs were revealed up to her thigh. At her throat, the robe v-d down
between her breasts which just showed from under the robe.
Billy averted his eyes from the sight. As usual, the thought of his mother's
breasts gave him a funny feeling. A warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach that went
all the way down below his waist.
To take his mind off his Mom's breasts, he began cleaning up. He opened the
window to let some fresh air in and then began gathering his Mom's clothes up
into at least smaller piles.
When he heard her sniffle, he stopped, his heart going out to her. He moved to
her and sat down on the bed, putting his arm around her. She clung to him
suddenly, dropping the bottle of wine with a thunk. He heard it glug, glug it's
contents onto the floor.
He wrapped both arms around her, pulling her face to his chest. She clutched
him, sobbing violently. Gradually, he realized she was talking; muttering under
her breath. "How could he leave me for her? That little tramp! Little bitch!
What's wrong with me? Am I too old? I'm not old! I'm only thirty-two. That's not
old...." The rest was drowned out with gasps and sobs.
He tried to find something to say that would comfort her. "It's okay, Mom.
You're not old. You're pretty. Dad's crazy. You're better then she is."
He seemed to have found the right thing. She peeked her head up and looked him
blearily in the eyes. "Really?" she asked. "You think I'm pretty?"
His heart melted as he looked into her weepy blue eyes. It hit him that he'd
never really lost his crush on his mother. He nodded. "Gosh Mom. You're the best
looking girl I know."
"Really?" she asked, her voice pleading.
Billy found it hard to concentrate on her voice, because his eyes kept slipping
back down to her breasts which he could now plainly see, her robe having fallen
completely open. They were round and full, still perky, their nipples pointing
up; round and pink.
"Yeah, Mom," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I think you're
beautiful."
His eyes traveled up until he was looking into hers again. They were blurred and
unfocused.
Somehow, and later he was never sure who had moved first, their mouths were
together. His lips, dry and hard, pressed tightly against hers, soft and moist.
Her breath smelled of wine. She ran her toungue around his lips, wetting them
and slowly they softened. A low moan escaped his throat when he felt her toungue
slip through his lips and touch his.
She pulled back, leaving a trail of saliva from his lip to hers. Her robe had
slipped off her shoulders and only the very bottom of her breasts were still
covered. Her eyes had lit up to become two sapphire flames. Her blonde hair
cascading down her back as she leant her head slightly.
Billy couldn't believe it had happened, but he couldn't deny it. He could still
taste her mouth, feel her toungue. His erection was tight in his pants,
straining to come out.
He bent foreward to kiss her again and she pulled back. At least he thought she
was pulling back, but instead he realized that she had fallen back onto the
pillow. Passed out cold.
Shaken, Billy stood up. He didn't understand what had just happened, but he knew
he liked it. Thoughts about morals and issues of home flitted through his young
mind, but he didn't pay attention to them.
As he shifted where he stood, his foot kicked the wine bottle and absently he
picked it up. A small amount still filled the bottom. He threw his head back and
swallowed what was left. It burned his throat going down, but warmed his
stomach, giving him courage.
He studied his Mom where she lay. Her robe was now only held together by the
knot at her waist. Her breasts, completely uncovered, lolled slightly to the
sides. Their nipples perky and hard from the chill blowing in from the window.
Between her legs he could see her panties. They were pink and a few stray hairs
stuck out from the sides; her pussy lips clearly outlined.
His mouth began literally to water. The body he had lived with and fantasized
about and masturbated over was lying before him.
Crawling on to the bed, he knelt by her side. Using his left hand, he untied her
robe. It felt to either side revealing her still flat stomach. In fact the past
month of not eating had reduced her weight until Billy could faintly see her
ribs through her skin.
He wanted to savor the moment. He wanted it to last. He wanted it to be perfect
and lovely, long and romantic, but he couldn't. The breasts he had desired since
the first time his mother had placed his mouth on them the day he was born, were
now laid out before him. Throwing all hesitation to the wind, he leant down and
kissed the nipple of the right breast. It stiffened at his touch. He opened his
mouth and began sucking. Soon the entire nipple was in his mouth and he tried to
stuff more of it in his mouth. His mind went blank with the rapture. All he
could think, feel, and taste was breast, breast, and oh, heavenly breast.
He used his hands to cup both breasts and bring them together until he could
almost but not quite get both nipples in his mouth at the same time. Instead he
tried to switch back and forth between the two of them as fast as possible.
Whipping the nipples with his toungue.
His mother barely stirred in her sleep. Her wine addled brain, miles away
into oblivion.
His own desire began to get the better of him, his dick was like a rod of steel
in his pants. Standing up off the bed for a second, the movement shaking the bed
and making his mom's breasts jiggle delightfully, he slipped off his jeans and
underwear. Then, pulling off his shirt so that he was completely naked, he
crawled back onto the bed, only this time, lying on top of his mother, his body
pressed to her so that his mouth level with her breasts. Unbeknownst to him this
was the exact same position he used to assume when he was just a tiny boy and
would crawl into his mother's bed at night.
He resumed his nuzzling of her breasts, but knew that he was so excited, it
wouldn't be long before he came.
Straddling, her he sat on her stomach, his knees on either side so that his
weight wouldn't crush her. His dick rested between her breasts. Her face was
peacefull, her eyes closed and her breathing deep and easy. She had no clue that
her son was about to rape her tits.
He'd seen porno movies at friends houses and he knew what he wanted to do.
Spitting on his hand, he lubed up his penis as best he could and then cupped
his mother's breasts in his hands, wrapping them blissfully around his
raging hardon.
He thought his heart would break for joy when he felt the warm softness of his
own mother's breasts wrapped around his penis. Gently and oh, so slowly he began
sliding his dick in and out of the valley created by her tits. When all the way
in, his dick almost flicked his mom's chin, and when out his dick was barely
touching her breasts.
If it hadn't been for his anxiety over what he was doing it would have over
sooner. Touching the person he most desired in the world on the part of their
body he most coveted with the part of his body that gave him the most pleasure
should have set him off in mere seconds, but in truth he lasted a minute and a
half. For a teen-age boy involved in sex, an eternity.
On his last thrust he began orgasming. His cum shot out of his dick with such
force that it took his breath away and he began gasping and moaning. His cum
landed on his mother's face, neck and breasts. Globs of it hung from her lips,
mixed into her hair and most joyfully for him, smeared across her tits.
Sighing, he collapsed on the bed beside her. His naked leg across her bare
stomach. After a few seconds, he sat back up and stared at his mom. She was
coated with his cum. He noticed some on her lips and gingerly he used his finger
to slide it into her mouth. Instinctively her mouth sucked it off his finger and
swallowed it. The feel of her toungue on his finger and sight of his mother
eating his cum started to make him hard again and he began scooping up as much
cum as he could and shoveled it into her mouth. She sucked down all of it.
Moaning in her sleep between fingerfulls.
By the time she had swallowed all of his cum, his dick was hard again.
Excited by what he had felt on his fingers, he wondered what it would feel
like on his dick.
Straddling her again, only this time higher up so that his dick was bouncing on
her chin, he pressed the head of his dick to her mouth. Just the feel of her
lips on it, sent shivers through him. Leaning foreward he slipped the tip into
her mouth. Her teeth scraped along its sides as her mouth was forced open and
her lips widened obscenely as he sank it further. Her nostrils flared as they
opened to take in breath. Billy was in heaven. Nothing in his limited experience
in life had ever felt so good. The moist heat, the curve of her toungue
squirming sent so many shivers through him that he could barely stand it.
Only the previous orgasm prevented him from shooting off immediately. It was all
he could do to hold it back as he began to slide his dick into her mouth so far
that his balls nestled on her chin, the tip scraping the back of her throat and
then pulling it back out again until only the tip rested just within her mouth.
When he pulled out, the breath from her nostrils sent chills across his
moistened penis.
This time he lasted only a minute. Quite unexpectedly he began spurting. His hot
cum scalding her mouth. Her sleeping mind swallowing reflexively to stop herself
from choking.
Billy kept his dick buried to the hilt until it had shrunk back to it's dormant
state and she had sucked and slurped all the cum off his dick.
When he pulled himself out of her mouth, quite reluctantly, he stretched out
next to her. Her mouth opened and closed reflexively and her eyes twitched,
but other then that she never stirred, only rolled over and rested her head on
his chest.
Billy wrapped his arms around her and snuggled down deep into the bed.
His last act before falling asleep, was to pull the blankets up over both of
them. He felt grown up and defenitely the man of the house. From now on, he
thought she'll never miss dad again. He owed his mother alot, after tonight even
more. Tomorrow he would satisfy her and pay her back for everything she had done
for him. His sex sweetened mind never gave a thought to how she might react to
the knowledge that her son had raped her tits and mouth. Instead he drifted off
to sleep with dreams of things to come.
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