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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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