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 "As Love Unfolds"
   F/b inc ped mast pett oral anal lac inf
   Disclaimer: This story is just that, a story, and is meant to be taken
as nothing other than that.  It contains descriptions of sexual acts
involving a very young child, and if such subject matter offends you,
please don't read it.  The author DOES NOT condone any such activities in
real life or fake life - it is meant to be taken only as fantasy.
   My name is Emily, and I am a nineteen-year-old mother.  I have a
fourteen-month old son named Colt.  He truly is the most beautiful thing in
the world to me, even if he came as a surprise.  When I was seventeen, I
was impregnated by my then-boyfriend, Kevin, who subsequently broke up with
me and moved out-of-state.  And although he left me with much pain, he also
left me with the greatest gift of all--my son.
   I love my son, maybe more than most mothers love their children.  He is
my world.  But I love him in a way most mothers never dream of.
   I share a house with my own mother, who claims the top floor, having
given the bottom floor to me for the care of Colt.  Having had much
motherly experience, she often helps me out, babysitting for me when I work
or giving me a break when it all becomes too much.  I often think she loves
him just as much as I do.
   Well, not quite as much.
   The truth is that, a few months after Colt was born, I found myself
starving for sexual release.  Kevin had left me while I was still pregnant,
and as a newly single mother, I found it very hard to find time to date. 
But I was truly famished, simply dying for a fuck.  Then, a few months ago,
I found my answer.
   One evening, while my mother was out with some of her friends, I was
bathing my beautiful son in the tub.  He cooed gently here and there as I
carefully went about washing him.  Yet while I seemed calm on the outside,
on the inside I was currently dealing with one of my regular attacks of
sexual frustration.  Quite simply, I needed to get off.  To cum.  To
fucking screw my brains out.
   While my brain was fantasizing about getting fucked, I tenderly massaged
the skin of my son.  I was absently running my hands about him when my
fingers came into contact with his little scrotum.  Without even noticing,
I began to cradle his tiny genitals in my hand.  So distracted was I by my
horniness that when I finally snapped out of it, I found myself gently
rubbing Colt's little shaft.
   Surprised and shocked, I immediately snatched my hand away.  What am I
doing?  I thought.  I stared down at my beautiful son for a moment,
ashamed. Then I stared at his little penis through the water, and I
felt...aroused.
   I couldn't take my eyes off it.  His was the only penis I had seen since
Kevin's.  It was so beautiful, his tiny, circumcised cock, resting gently
on his little scrotum.
   I felt shame in looking at him like this, but mixed with that shame was
a depraved hunger.  I felt a wetness in my pants that was demanding
attention.  I felt a craving for him.
   I shook my head, trying to free myself from my horrid thoughts.  Colt is
my son, I thought, and what's worse, he's less than a year old!  I told
myself it was just a fluke, an accident of an absent mind.  Averting my
eyes from his privates, I carefully lifted Colt from the water, and wrapped
him in a towel.
   I carried Colt into the bedroom that we shared, and placed him on the
bed, where I gently began to dry him off.  I could see him beginning to get
a little fussy, and I knew he would be hungry soon.  As soon as he was dry,
I wrapped him in the towel again, and picked him up.
   I adjusted myself on the bed, and cradled his squirming form against my
body.  Then, with one hand, I lifted up my t-shirt, revealing my swollen
breasts.  I slowly led Colt's mouth to my nipple, and he began to suckle.
   Not for the first time, I felt myself getting slightly aroused by the
sensation of my baby's mouth on my tit.  But, unlike the other times, I was
not so ready to chalk it up to my horniness for a man.  I was still feeling
a little ashamed about my moment in the bath, and now that I felt my pussy
getting wet from my son's feeding, confusion was setting in.  Am I really
getting off on this?  I asked myself.
   I didn't stop feeding my son, though, and so I didn't stop feeling
aroused.  I couldn't deny that his little mouth felt very good on my
nipple, and I was beginning to have trouble denying that his little mouth
was making my panties soaked.
   My hand traveled down into my pants, and I felt the wetness there, the
soaked cloth of my panties plastered against my slit.  I needed to know it
was real.
   Colt kept suckling, and I found myself slowly rubbing my pussy.  My
newfound horniness pushed all shame out of my mind, and I closed my eyes,
enjoying the sensations of Colt suckling and my hand caressing my clit. 
Soon images of my son's little penis began to flit across my mind, and I
rubbed more vigorously.  I was being overtaken by my sexual frustration.
   Soon the only thing I could think of was my son's beautiful little
package.  I wanted it.  I needed it.  I craved that little cock.  And I
could deny it no longer.
   I began to rub my pussy with my left hand, while still using that arm to
cradle and support Colt.  The other hand, now out of my pants and wet with
my cum, began to unwrap the towel.  I opened it up, revealing my baby's
naked form, and with only the slightest hint of hesitation, I began gently
touching him.
   His skin was the softest thing in the world.  I felt his little
testicles inside his immaculate scrotum, I caressed the tiny head of his
penis, I let a finger wander down to his tight asshole.  While his mouth
worked my nipple, and my hand worked my cunt, I massaged his genitals,
touching him with the love of a mother and the lust of a lover.
   My clit shuddered as I explored Colt's body, and I could feel my orgasm
approaching.  I rubbed myself vigorously, begging for release, moaning each
time his little mouth pulled at my nipple.  I gently pulled at his little
cock, caressing his balls with a finger.
   Within a few seconds I was cumming, and cumming hard.  I worked my
hardest to suppress a scream.  My hand was soaked, I was gasping for air,
shuddering while my baby kept suckling away.
   Weak from all the stimulation, my thighs, panties, and hand covered in
my juices, I tried to relax into a more comfortable position.  I began to
think about what I'd done, and surprisingly, I felt no shame.  I had found
an amazing release, and found it with the person I loved most.  Colt and I
had shared something beautiful, something most mothers and sons never get
to share.  I smiled, and hugged him close.
   After a minute more, my son finally let go of my nipple.  I lifted him
up gently, and began patting his back.  It was then that I realized that,
while his hunger might be satiated, mine was far from it.  I wanted more of
him, and I wanted to explore this newfound aspect of our love.
   After a bit of thinking, I gently laid my son down on the bed.  Standing
up, I pulled my shirt off, and then kicked my pants, along with my soaked
panties, off.  I stood above my son, the both of us naked.  I bent over and
kissed his forehead, and then got on my knees.  My mouth found his
genitals, and I began to plant kisses all over them.
   My lips kissed his shaft, his tiny head, his scrotum, each of his balls.
My tongue explored his softest skin, licking up and down the length of his
little penis.  He cooed at me, but did not struggle, and I let his whole
cock slip into my mouth, where I sucked it gently.  All the while, one hand
teased my already swollen and sensitive clit, while the other pulled at my
nipples.
   I sucked him and I rubbed myself, giving in entirely to my lust for my
infant son.  I licked his ballsac, I rubbed my clit, I massaged his ass, I
finger fucked myself.  I felt his cock swell a tiny bit in my mouth, and I
moaned.  I pulled at my tits, feelings small droplets of breast milk
occasionally coat my fingers as I pinched my nipples.
   I felt another orgasm slowly approaching, but I didn't want it yet.  I
had other plans.
   I stood up, leaving Colt's glistening privates alone, and then gently
carried him to the foot of the bed.  I placed him down towards the corner
of the bed, and carefully lifted his little legs up and apart.  Then,
placing my knees on the mattress, I straddled my son.
   I slowly lowered my body down, my pussy screaming still for attention,
for release.  It quickly shut up once I felt my baby boy's little cock come
into contact with my slit.  I slid my cunt across his wet cock, across his
little scrotum.  I pressed myself ever so gently against him, feeling my
clitoris swelling with each movement.
   I started rubbing myself against him vigorously, my clit against his
shaft, my pussy lips against his balls.  I moaned and moaned, losing myself
in the motion.  I needed him, I fucking needed his little cock.  I felt my
swollen breasts swaying underneath me, and I reached up and pinched one of
my nipples.  He felt amazing, his soft wet skin stimulating my clit until I
knew I was going to cum.
   As my motions became more powerful, I felt his little prick pressing
against my soaking vaginal opening, and suddenly, he was inside me.  His
sudden intrusion took me to where I needed to be.  I pinched my nipple
hard, breast milk leaking out, and let my son's manhood fully enter me.  I
exploded into an orgasm, screaming this time, my cum soaking my baby's
little testicles.  I pressed my wet cunt against Colt, letting the waves of
pleasure envelop me completely.
   As my orgasm receded, I found myself without any strength left.  I
rolled onto the bed next to my son, and with everything left, picked him
up. I lowered his head to my heaving chest, and I caressed him.  I planted
kisses on his head between every breath.  "I love you," I told him again
and again.
   Since then, Colt and I have fallen into the habit of making love as such
quite often.  His little penis is now even greeting our meetings in the
form of a little erection, which makes for even more fun.  I don't know if,
as Colt gets older, I will be able to force myself to leave him be, or if I
will train him to pleasure his mommy, to love his mommy, in every way.  I
suppose that, with time, my love for my son will unfold as it is meant to. 
  
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