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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: MIKE44 Dave's World mF inc
From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak)
Date: 7 Sep 1996 01:30:22 GMT



DAVE'S WORLD: Beth Boffs Her Boy

By Uncle Mike


     The beautiful blond in the skimpy cheerleader outfit was on 
her knees now. As the music pumped away in the background, she 
began to pump her mouth on her boss's fat cock. "Am I doing all 
right?" she asked, his dick poking her in the cheek.

     God, Tommy thought, she's doing fantastic! He pounded away 
at his cock, careful to keep his handkerchief ready just in case 
he shot his wad as strong as all the guys in the video. Even in 
the darkened living room, lit only by the glow from the TV, he 
could see that his cock wasn't as big as theirs -- but who knew? 
Maybe size didn't matter.

     On the screen, the girl was on her back now, her legs spread 
apart. The boss was feeding his hard rod into her pussy. The pink 
folds of her slit spread apart easily as his helmet popped in and 
his shaft drove up and down.

     Tommy squeezed his own cock, his fingers flying up and down 
as he felt a burning sensation in his groin. His eyes were fixed 
on the pounding fuck on the TV as he beat off, when suddenly he 
felt the cum burst free within him. He barely had time to move 
the hankie up to cover his peehole when the orgasm took control, 
squeezing his eyes shut as the jism boiled out of him.

     When the young boy opened his eyes a few seconds later, he 
was disappointed to see  only a tablespoonful or so of gooey 
white stuff in his hankie. It was a split-second later that he 
realized he could see it so clearly because the lights were on. 
He spun around toward the kitchen archway, stuffing his cock 
back into his slacks and zipping up.

     "Mom! What are you doing home so soon?"

     "Your dad and his buddies decided to see the all-night 
"Chainsaw Massacre" marathon and I bailed on them -- where's 
your babysitter?"

     Tommy looked at her from under his dark bangs, adopting his 
"little angel" look. "Mrs. Scarpone? She's upstairs. She put Willie 
to bed and then she said she was sleepy too so I let her use one 
of our sleeping bags. That's OK, right?"

     "Yeah," his mom said, hesitatingly. "I guess."

     "Oh, hey, and Mom? Look what she brought for us -- all this 
neat stuff she had left over from her retirement party. See, 
there's mixed nuts, and fruit, and this stuff -- I think it's some 
kind of cheese, but it's too stinky so I didn't have any. And it 
looks like snot."

     "That's supposed to look like that, honey. So -- what were 
you watching?"

     "Watching? Oh, you mean on the TV?" While he spoke, Tommy 
poked blindly at the remote control. He hit the wrong button and 
on the screen a wad of spunk flew back into the guy's cock. 
Finally he stabbed at the right button and the tape stopped.

     By then his mom was standing next to him. Briefly it 
occurred to Tommy that she wasn't wearing much more than the 
cheerleader had. His mom had on a pale yellow blouse, with the 
tails tied across her stomach, a pair of short white shorts and 
sneakers. She wasn't built as well as the girls in the video, but 
when he looked at the cleft between her breasts -- he could just 
see the top of it -- he felt a little stirring in his now-soft dick. 
That was weird, and a little scary. He'd always thought of her as 
just Mom, not a woman or anything. But now that he thought 
about it, she had nice legs, too.

     His daydreaming was interrupted as his mom snatched up the 
remote control.

     "Was that a porno tape?" She pushed the Play button and the 
TV screen was filled with the image of a thick cock 
disappearing into a milky white ass. His mom watched for a 
second. "Oh," she said, " 'Debbie Does Dallas.' "

     "You've seen it?" Tommy looked up at her in surprise.

     "Yeah, back in college, I -- Hey, that doesn't matter. Tommy, 
where did you get this?"

     "Uh -- I found it?"

     "OK -- and where did you find it?"

     "Around?" The little boy looked up at her brightly.

     "That's not good enough, Tommy. Now, come on. Where did you 
'find' it? Did you get this from one of the kids at school?"

     "No," he said quickly.

     "Then who?"

     "Well --" He stalled, trying to decide which would get him in 
the least trouble -- the truth, a lie or just avoiding the 
question.

     "Come on, Tommy, I want the truth."

     He decided to go for it. "I found it in Dad's office -- it was in 
one of his file drawers, under 'S,' " he blurted out.

     "Your father's office? Tommy, you know you're not supposed 
to go in there. You ..." She went on and on. Tommy hung his head. 
Chose wrong, he thought -- she didn't want the truth after all. 
But, as she kept talking, it occurred to him that it was better to 
get yelled at for going into Dad's office than for watching the 
video. That hopeful idea was crushed when his mom abruptly 
switched tracks.

     "But, hey, wait a minute. We can talk about his office some 
other time. What we need to talk about is what's on this tape. 
Just how much did you see?"

     "Uh -- all of it?"

     His mom sat down beside him on the couch and put an arm 
over his shoulders.

     "Do you know about ..." she began.

     "Sex?" He broke in quickly, hoping to cut her off. "Yeah, they 
told us all about it in school. We don't have to talk."

     His mom laughed. "All about it? Tommy, I've got two kids and 
I don't know all about it. Like how that girl took the guy up her 
..." She blushed. "Uh, look, Tommy, what I wanted to say is, if you 
have any questions about, you know, sex and stuff, you can ask 
me."

     He looked up at her and opened his mouth.

     "Or your dad," she added. "That's it! Ask your dad. Anything!"

     Tommy's shoulders slumped. "Oh, OK," he said. He hated to ask 
his dad about anything serious. Dad always made a joke out of it. 
Well, Mom made jokes, too, but she didn't put hers in the paper 
every week for everyone to read.

     "Oh, Tommy, I'm sorry," his mom said, hugging him to her. "I 
didn't mean to blow you off. I mean, I did, but I shouldn't. Look, I 
-- Oh!"

     Tommy followed her eyes down to his crotch and saw a dark 
stain spreading across it. Oh great, he thought, now she'll think I 
pissed my pants like a baby.

     "It's not that," he blurted out. "It's cum. I was jacking off. I 
..." He saw the look of shock on his mother's face and realized, 
with a sinking feeling in his stomach, that he'd made the wrong 
choice again. It would have been a lot better if she thought it 
was piss, he knew.

     His mom was staring down at him, open-mouthed. "You -- 
masturbated? Honey, I didn't think you were old enough."

     "I'm not a kid," he said defiantly. "I can get a hard-on and 
stuff, just like anybody. It happens lots, whenever I see pretty 
girls."

     "Uh, Tommy, I -- I just -- I mean, I never saw you with one 
around the house. I -- what am I saying? Of course not, the only 
woman you see around the house is me."

     Tommy didn't like it when his mom put herself down. She 
wasn't half as bad as some of the other kids' moms. He tried to 
make her feel better.

     "I get 'em at home, too," he said, "from seeing you."

     "You do? Wow, that's -- I mean, oh, dear, you shouldn't -- 
from seeing me?"

     "Sure. See, it's getting stiff now!" Triumphantly Tommy 
yanked open his zipper, freeing his cock to poke through the 
opening. It didn't look too impressive, not after the ones he'd 
seen on the video. He started yanking on it to make it grow.

     "Stop that," his mom said sharply.

     With a thud, Tommy realized what he was doing. Pulling his 
prick right in front of his mother! His hand froze in mid-stroke. 
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said. "I didn't mean to -- I didn't know what 
I was doing."

     "Hey, Tommy, I understand," she said. "But is that how you do 
it?"

     "What do you mean? Isn't that how everyone does it?"

     "I mean you were so rough, honey. Holding it so tight and 
pulling it so hard. Doesn't that hurt?"

     "I thought it was supposed to," Tommy said. 

     "No, honey, it's not," his mother said. "Look, masturbating is a 
perfectly normal thing. But you shouldn't be yanking on it like 
that. You just hold it gently and, um, rub, you know."

     "But if I don't hold it tight, nothing happens." 

     His mom reached down and circled her fingers around his 
shaft. They were warm and soft, and she slowly tightened them 
until they fit snugly but didn't squeeze. "Like this," she said, and 
she began to stroke his cock up and down. Quickly it hardened 
and lengthened. This felt different than when he'd jerked 
himself off, and not just because she wasn't being rough. 
Somehow, having someone else do it made it better.

     "You see what I mean, Tommy? You can be easy on it and still 
make it work. How does that feel?"

     "Wow, that feels great, Mom," the young boy sighed. "Man, my 
cock feels great."

     Even as he said it, Tommy knew he'd used the wrong word. 
His mom immediately stopped stroking.

     "Oh, God," she said, "what am I doing?"

     "Don't stop," Tommy pleaded, putting his hands around hers. 
"Please, please, Mom, keep it going! It felt so good!" He bucked 
his hips up, sliding his cock through her fingers. "Come on, Mom, 
please!"

     "Tommy, we shouldn't be doing this," she said, but even as 
she spoke she started moving her hand up and down on his shaft. 
"I'm your mother, you know. I can't be ..." she drifted off into 
silence, still rubbing his cock.  It grew and grew and a tiny bead 
of  goo appeared on the tip. She swept it up in her hand and 
rubbed it all over the rod. 

     "When did you get so big?"

     "Oh, I'm not so big," he said, bashfully. "Not like the guys on 
the video. They were huge!"

     "Yeah, well, most guys aren't," his mom said, still stroking. 
"You're not full grown yet, but that's a pretty impressive cock 
for a kid your age. It's about -- oh, Tommy, how about if we stop 
now?"

     "Aw, Mom, not yet, please? Couldn't you wait until I cum?"

     "But my hand's getting tired, Tommy," his mom said. "I don't 
..."

     "Aw, please, Mom?"

     She slid off the couch, her hand still on his cock, and knelt 
before him, resting her arm on his knee. "Just a little while 
longer," she said.

     "Gee, thanks, Mom," Tommy said. When he looked down at her, 
he was able to see down her blouse. She didn't have any bra on, 
and her tits filled out the material. He could even see her 
nipples pressing out. They're really great, he thought, and 
without planning it he reached out and began caressing them 
through the silky blouse.

     His mom looked up at him with tears in her eyes, but she said 
nothing. The combination of her hands on his cock and seeing her 
right there in front of him were too much and Tommy fumbled at 
the buttons of her blouse. Finally they all came undone and the 
blouse popped open. He stared, awestruck, at his mother's jugs. 
All that smooth white flesh made him hornier than ever. He 
imagined himself as the boss in the video, fucking that cute 
cheerleader. Heck, his mom was cuter than her. Tommy  cupped 
each of his mother's tits in a hand and massaged them, rubbing 
the nipples back and forth between his fingers. From the sounds 
his mom made, he guessed that she liked it, too.

     Then something incredible happened. He was concentrating on 
squeezing those ripe breasts when he felt something really 
warm around the head of his cock. He looked down and his mom 
was taking him into her mouth! Incredible! Just like he'd seen on 
the video, but tons better for real. His cock was small enough 
for her to take it all the way in, until her lips were squeezing 
right around the base and he could feel her tongue licking around 
it inside her. Then she slid back up and down and it was amazing. 
Tommy rubbed her tits harder and then just put a hand on either 
side of her head and started shoving her down onto him. "That's 
great, Mom!" he shouted. "I wanna fuck your mouth! I wanna fuck 
it good! Suck on it harder, Mom! Yeah!"

     Then all at once she pulled off his cock and he was afraid 
he'd said something wrong. But instead of going away, his 
mother just stood up and took off her blouse and then pulled 
down her shorts and her panties. She had a patch of fur, Tommy 
saw, and then there was her slit. Wow, he thought, just like in 
the movie. Only this was his mom's, right in front of him. What 
was he supposed to do? Suck on it, like that one guy? He was 
afraid he'd do it wrong.

     But his mom didn't wait for him. She stepped up onto the 
couch, put one knee on either side of him and grabbed his cock, 
putting the head of it just at the entrance to her cunt.

     "Now, Tommy," she said, and her voice sounded funny, kind of 
choked, "I don't want you to tell anyone else what we did. This is 
just between you and me, OK?"

     "OK, Mom," he said eagerly.

     "Oh, God, Tommy, this is so wrong, but you've got me so horny 
I've got to have it. I'm sorry, honey," his mother said as she sat 
down, impaling herself on his hard cock.

     Man, the little boy thought, this is the best ever! He couldn't 
believe the feeling as his mom's hot, wet box squooshed around 
his shaft. Her tits were right in his face and he suckled them 
greedily, taking first one nipple and then the other into his 
mouth. His mom was bouncing up and down on him, and with each 
thrust his cock sent a shiver of delight all the way through his 
body.

     "I love you, Mommy! I love you! I love fucking you! You make 
me feel so good, Mommy! I want to fill your pussy!" His mother's 
cunt felt 20 times better than even her mouth, all hot and slick 
and tight, even though his cock wasn't so big. She seemed to be 
able to squeeze around it, and he could feel her muscles 
grabbing at his shaft as it drove in and out. Tommy bucked his 
hips up at her as his mother rose up and plunged down again and 
again.

     "Fuck me, Tommy," she called out, "fuck me, honey. I want 
your cock in me! Oh, sweetie, this is wrong but it feels too 
good!" 

     Tommy's hands grew slippery with the sweat dripping off his 
mother's tits as he groped her, thrilling at having in the flesh 
what he had seen only on the screen. He tried to fantasize that 
he was burying his rod in one of the girls from the porno tape, 
but the reality was too intense, and he realized that fucking his 
mother was far more exciting than any fantasy. He felt his cock 
grow bigger than ever, and a familiar sensation burned in his 
groin. He began to moan, his head buried between his mom's 
bouncing breasts.

     "I think I'm gonna do it, Mommy," he cried out. But she 
reached down and squeezed the base of his shaft really hard and 
poked at him underneath his balls. He wasn't sure what she'd 
done, but he felt the surge pass away and his cock stayed hard 
within her.

     The feeling was getting almost too much to take, though. It 
seemed like the sides of the head of his cock were on fire, and 
the sensation got hotter every time his mom plunged her wet 
hole down onto him. He grabbed her around the waist, his hands 
slipping on her sweaty body. There was a strange odor -- kind of 
icky, but somehow it made him feel even hornier. He felt the 
surge building in him again.

     His mother must have sensed that he was near the edge, for 
she speeded up the tempo until it was almost more than he could 
take. She clutched her young son to her bosom as she squatted 
down onto his engorged dick.  "Shoot it," she called out "Cum in 
your mother's cunt, Tommy!"

     And he did, although he tried to hold it back. Wave after wave 
of jism shot out of him as he groaned loudly, until at last he 
was drained and his cock began to shrivel and popped out of his 
mother's sopping wet pussy.

     But she wasn't done yet. Frantically she humped away at his 
cock as it deflated, and when it was too small she grabbed her 
son's hand and shoved it at her crotch.

     "Stick your fingers in me," his mother commanded. "Oh, God, 
Tommy, don't stop! I'm too close! Fuck me, fuck me!"

     Tommy slipped first one, then two, then all four fingers into 
his mother's slippery cunt, shoving them in and out. She shifted 
around, getting on her back on the couch and spreading her legs 
wide before him. "More, more!" she cried. "Give me more!"

     Tommy was desperate to please her, but his hand was too 
small to fill her aching pussy. Then he saw the fruit bowl Mrs. 
Scarpone had brought and he got an idea. He snatched something 
from the bowl and shoved it into his mom's slit.

     "YES!" she howled, "that's it! More, more, faster, faster!"

     Tommy held onto the banana tightly as he slammed it into his 
mother over and over. It quickly became covered with slimy 
secretions and it was hard to hold; once he lost his grip and the 
whole banana slipped inside her.

     "DON'T STOP!" she yelled, writhing and bucking around on the 
couch. "No, no, keep it up!" Tommy dug into her pussy and got a 
hold on the yellow fruit again and went back to the quickening 
rhythm.

     And then his mother began to buck even harder, her ass flying 
a foot off the couch and then slamming back down into it. "Oh, 
GODDDDD! I'm cumming, Tommy! I'm CUMMMMIIINNNGGG!" As he 
lost his grip on the banana again it got sucked all the way into 
her cunt while she flailed wildly, up and down. The banana shot 
out of her on one wild fling.

     His mom's screech rattled off the walls. "No, no, I need it!"

     Tommy was desperate to please her, but had run out of ideas. 
As he hung his head in shame, though, he was surprised to find 
that he was once again stiff. Quickly he scrambled onto his 
mother's sweaty body, and she grabbed at him as he positioned 
his cock at her hole. She took over from there, dragging his body 
up onto hers and bucking her hips up at him so hard that he 
almost bounced off. She folded her legs around him tightly and 
held on, thrusting up again and again. Tommy tried to help as 
much as he could, driving his rod into her as her breasts 
pummeled his face and he had to struggle to breathe. 

     "Fuck me, Tommy!" his mother said, over and over, as she 
beat her head up and down against the couch cushions. "Faster, 
faster, YesYEEEEESSSSSSSSS!"

     This time they came together, Tommy's cock shooting out one 
more load just as his mom shuddered and twisted underneath 
him in a shattering orgasm.

     While his mom was gathering up her clothes, Tommy put the 
cushions back on the couch and helped clean up. 

     "Now, remember," his mom said as she slid into her shorts. 
"You're not supposed to tell anyone about this. Promise?"

     "I promise," Tommy said, and he meant it with all his heart. 
He loved his mother more than ever.

     But a devilish thought came to him, and he couldn't help it. 
"Hey, Mom," he said.

     "What, Tommy?"

     "The next time we have a babysitter? Uh, can we get Mia?"

     "Yeah, I guess, but why -- Oh, Tommy!"

     



