"First Steps"

Fb cons inc oral 1st

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 between a mother and her very young son, 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.



"Mommy, it's big again," my son Brian tells me as we browse the
racks of clothes at Macy's. I tear my eyes away from the cute
selection of blouses and look towards my son's crotch. Sure
enough, there's a little pointed bulge trying to force its way
out of his pants.

"Honey, we're in public," I sigh, stooping down a bit to get to
his level. Brian is ten years old, and I've still got a few feet
on him. "You're gonna have to wait `til we get home. Just think
of something else."

"Mom, I can't," Brian whines. "It's big and it hurts." His eyes
train on something in the distance, and in my peripherals, I see
his little bulge shudder.

I turn, following his gaze, where find a beautiful, busty woman
browsing in the unmentionables section. Her breasts are all but
bursting from her t-shirt, and as she bends down to pick up her
shopping bags, Brian and I are afforded a spectacular view.

I look back at my son's crotch--he's at full attention now.
"Don't look at her," I tell him, turning my attentions back to a
purple tank top.

"But, mommy, I can't. She's so beautiful. She's making it big."
Brian begins rubbing his erection through his shorts with his
hand, his eyes glued to the distant woman. With a little slap, I
cut off his attentions.

"Not out here," I say, my voice terse. Realizing he won't behave
until he gets his way, I grab two shirts from the rack in one
hand, giving one to my son. "Hold this in front of you," I tell
him. He obediently grabs the shirt and positions it so that his
abdomen is covered.

Taking my son's hand in mine, I lead him quickly over to the
dressing rooms. A bored attendant stands at a nearby register,
hardly perking up as I approach. "How many?" she asks without
looking up from her computer screen.

I assume she's referring to the shirts. "Two," I tell her. She
reaches under the desk and gives me a key labeled "4." For the
entire transaction, she doesn't even look at me.

Holding the key in my palm, I lead Brian into the little hallway.
We pass by three rooms before we find the door marked "4." I
unlock the door with the key and usher my son inside, making sure
neither of the shirts get caught as I close it.

I take the shirt from Brian, hanging both up on the little hook
next to the floor-length door, backed by a large mirror. Against
the side, away from the door, sits is a small wooden bench.
Making sure the door is locked, I turn to Brian and, before he
can ask, I put a finger to his lips.

Together, we listen, waiting for the tell-tale rustle of a person
in another dressing room, but no sounds greet us. I kneel down in
front of Brian, who has taken on a seat on the bench.

"Listen," I whisper to him, my eyes locked on his. "We need to be
quiet, and you need to be quick, okay? Someone could walk in any
second, and if they catch us, you know what happens, right?"

Brian nods, his eyes wide. He knows what we do has to be a
secret. I look down, and I see his expectant bulge pressing
against his shorts.

"Okay, strip," I whisper. Brian stands up, quickly kicking his
shoes off and pushing his pants and underwear to his ankles. He
wriggles out of the garments and sits back down.

As always, I take a quick moment just to gaze at my baby boy's
big package. Although he is ten, he is already blessed with a
sizeable sword between his legs. His cock, fully erect and almost
throbbing, just breaks five inches. Below, his balls rest easily
against the wood of the bench, splayed out to each side from his
position. Looking at my boy, I feel myself growing a little wet
between my own legs.

I reach out a hand to take hold of his member. "No!" he
interjects, too loudly. I give him a hard look, to which he
responds, "Take out your boobies."

I stare at my son incredulously. "Do I have to?"

Brian nods, casting a sidelong glance towards the door, and I
know he is thinking of the busty woman.

With a sigh, I quickly pull off my tank top, tossing it on the
floor next to me. Then, reaching behind me, I quickly divest of
my bra, letting the straps slide down and off my arms. The cool
air-conditioning of the department store sends a shiver through
my skin, and my nipples harden into dark-red points.

In the mirror, I catch a glimpse of myself, kneeling topless
before my rock-hard son. My tits, pale B-cups, hang out a little
before me, the hard nipples poking straight out. I might not be
Ms. Double-D's out there, but I still look damn good.

I turn back to my son, his expectant eyes roaming my bare chest.
He's seen it a million times, but his stare is so fervent that
for a moment I become acutely aware of my clit swelling in my
panties. My eyes find his thick penis, now vibrating with each
beat of his heart.

Scooting closer, I place one hand on the base of Brian's cock,
and lean in, my lips touching the swollen head. I begin with a
little kiss, then lower myself further, his penis slipping
between my lips and into my moist mouth. My tongue explores the
curves of his flesh as I slide him deeper into my mouth.

This is how I calm my son.

Holding him steady with one hand, my other reaches up and cups
Brian's scrotum, cradling his little balls in my palm. I bring my
mouth all the way down his shaft, my tongue and lips massaging
the little throbbing veins and the tender skin as I move. I take
him all in me, his tip just hitting the back of my throat, and I
hear a little sigh escape his lips.

I begin to bob my head, running my lips and tongue along his
length, my hand moving up and down with my mouth. I suck his
little head before pushing him again and again toward the back of
my throat. I caress the minute, velvet hairs on his scrotum,
teasing each testicle with a finger.

As I blow him, Brian's breathing quickens and his cock firms in
my mouth. He lets out a little moan, but I shoot him a look that
immediately stifles his vocalization. He leans back, letting his
topless mommy suck him off, closing his eyes to concentrate on my
caresses and kisses.

With my tongue, I take a moment to lap at the underside of my
son's cock, running from the base all the way to his tip before
engulfing him again. Brian sighs, and I resume my sucking, this
time moving faster, squeezing his manhood with my lips. I press
my tongue into every groove and curve I can find, swiftly bobbing
my head over my son's lap.

I feel Brian's body tense beneath me as I let him fuck my mouth,
and I know he is almost done. He thrusts his pelvis at me,
shoving his length into my mouth and throat with each movement. I
grip his balls with one hand, the base of his cock with the
other, and let him have his way with my mouth. His responses
surprise me with their vigor, but I hold on, sucking his phallus
with abandon.

Normally, I will suck on my son's cock until either he grows
tired or it begins to throb in a pseudo-orgasm, but this time, as
Brian suddenly tenses beneath me, I receive a big, salty surprise
right in the back of my throat. The first shot surprises me so
much that I gag, quickly pulling away. As his cumming cock
emerges from my mouth, he delivers his second shot right against
my lips. Still shocked, my momentum continues to pull me
backward, and his third load splashes across my chest, droplets
of semen scattering across my right breast.

I cough and gag as my son writhes beneath me, his first orgasm
spurting seed all over his mother. He moans, riding out his
pleasure, droplets of cum seeping out of him and across my
fingers, still wrapped around his penis.

For almost a minute, we remain silent, both shocked by what has
happened. In my mouth, I taste my son's sweet jizz, and I can't
help but savor this new and distinctive flavor. Brian leans back,
his eyes shut, his chest heaving. I untangle my fingers from his
phallus and bring them to my mouth, licking up every last drop of
his tasty cum.

Brian opens his eyes, and I can tell from his face that he is
thoroughly confused by this new turn of events. "Mommy, what just
happened?" he asks, his breath slowly returning to a regular
pace.

My mouth splits into a big smile. "You just had your first
orgasm," I tell him. I pick up one of the shirts I had grabbed
from the rack, and use it to clean my chest off. "You came for
Mommy, right in her mouth."

Brian just stares, confused. "Is that good?" he asks. He lifts
his limp cock up from his lap and begins to examine it, staring
intently at the small bead of shiny cum on the tip.

I lean in, quickly pulling his flaccid member into my mouth,
sucking up any remnants of his seed. My son gasps as I let him go
again, licking my lips clean. "It's a very good thing," I
explain. "It means my boy is turning into a man."
Brian looks back at his penis, his brow furrowed. "Okay," he
says, his voice expressing both confusion and reassurance. I just
laugh, scooping my clothes into my hands and standing up.

"Come on and get dressed, honey," I say. Brian obediently stands
up and begins pulling on his underwear. "We need to get home so
Mommy can find out how much more cum you've got." Brian pauses as
I say this, giving me an incredulous look, so I lean forward and
kiss his forehead.

I hang the soiled shirt on the hook, and as soon as we're decent,
I take Brian's hand and lead him out of the dressing room. There
is no one at the register, so I just toss the key onto the desk
and head out towards the mall proper.

As we weave through the racks of clothes, my mind races around
all the new activities to which I can introduce
Brian--masturbation, cunnilingus, penetration, even anal--and I
feel my panties growing moist. My heart races as I imagine his
hard cock slipping into my vagina for the first time, and as we
emerge into the mall, my son's hand in mine, I smile at the
knowledge that I get to accompany my little boy on his journey to
becoming my little man.

THE END 


  
First Steps - Fb cons inc oral 1st