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 Title: Mommy Dearest
Author: MeatBot
Keywords: Wm, intergen, cons,
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under 16 in real life.
   This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising.  Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined under
law as "Weird Shit".  Do not read this story if you believe that fictional
characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less than the age
of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live under a
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If you like it, I did it.  If you hate it, I didn't.  If it offends you, it
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instead.  Nobody's twisting your arm.  Leave if you don't like crap like
this.  These are just words, people.  Just words.
   Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of misspelled
words.  I am not an English major.  Deal with it.  This story is all made
up.  It never happened.  Well, maybe some of it happened accidentally.  I
have no idea.  Young boys don't jack off.  Well, I never did, at least.  If
you don't like it, read something else.  Don't bitch at me.  You have been
warned.
   This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.
   This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.
   Jimmy Jones was a normal, average boy.  He had just turned thirteen
years old, and his body was developing, at last.  He had been eager for
this to happen for some time, but he didn't know all the benefits of it,
until it happened.  He weenie got larger, and it seemed more sensitive. 
He'd heard boys at school talk about jacking off, but he didn't know
exactly what they meant, until one cold winter night he began rubbing
himself inbetween two pillows.  That was it, he was hooked, and he did it
every night after that.  Sometimes two or three times a night.  He loved
the feeling of it.
   He got better and better at it.  He learned that it helped to stimulate
himself if he had pictures to look at, so he ended up putting some of his
favorite porn on his phone.  He could lay in bed and jack off while he
looked at beautiful, sexy women.  That was too cool.  This became his
regular habit, every night.
   Jimmy lived alone, with his mom.  His mom was okay, pretty cool, she
pretty much left him alone now that he was growing up, she kind of let him
do his own thing.  He was pretty well behaved, and stayed out of trouble,
at least.  That made life easy for both of them.
   One night Jimmy had settled into bed for one of his masturbation
marathons.  He'd procured a bottle of baby oil from the bathroom, and he
slathered it on his already-hard cock.  He lay there, on his side, stroking
his cock for what seemed like hours, and looked at porn on his phone.  Just
as he finally decided to finish it up and cum, he heard a slight noise, and
he looked up to see, to his horror, that he'd left his door wide open.  A
shadow in the hall moved, and he recoiled again in horror, wondering if his
Mom had seen him jacking off.  Jeezus, he thought, that would be
embarrassing.  He didn't think she'd do anything to him for it, it'd just
be embarrassing.
   He waited a while, and there was no more noise or movement, so he
figured if she'd been there she was gone.  He might as well finish.  He
thought about getting up and closing the door, but so what.  He was
comfortable the way he was.  He went ahead and jerked off into his towel,
locking his legs, breathing deeply.  It felt good.
   The next day, all was normal.  Something kinda weird did happen, that
night, when he went to bed, though.  His mom came and sat on the edge of
the bed and talked to him for a while.  Not about anything really
important, just stuff that had happened that day.  He kept wondering if she
was going to say anything to him about last night, but she didn't.  He got
up and closed the door after she left, and whacked off in peace.
   The next night, though, he forgot again.  Just as he came, just as he
sprayed semen all over his towel, he looked out into the hallway, through
the open door.  He saw, almost hidden by shadow, his mom's legs as she
stood and watched him.  He bare legs.  For some reason, as horrifying as it
was, it turned him on greatly.  His body gave one last powerful jerk, and
he finally slowed down and stopped.  He cleaned his dick off with the
towel, glancing towards the door every now and then.  She didn't move until
he finished, and then she disappeared down the hall.  Shit, he thought,
well, she knows now, she knows I jerk off.  It kind of turned him on, truth
be known, he liked his mom, and she was pretty hot for an old broad.  A
little plump in the butt, maybe, but he liked that.  She had the nicest
boobs he'd seen in an older woman, full and firm, he'd seen her last summer
in a shirt without a bra on, and he could see her fat nipples beneath the
cloth.
   The next night he purposefully left the door open.  Just to see what
would happen.  Sure enough, as he began to stroke, he saw some movement out
in the hall.  Why was she doing this?  he wondered.  What interested her
about his masturbation habits?  Was she possibly turned on a little by it?
He kind of hoped she was.
   Jimmy was a normal boy.  He liked sex, he liked girls and he liked
women. The fact that his mom was his blood relative didn't discourage him
from having occasional fantasies about her.  He knew he'd sucked her
titties as a baby, and he thought it would be cool to suck them again.  The
word "incest" held no fear for him.  Probably, truth be known, most
teenaged boys would be the same, if their mother was as foxy as Jimmy's
mom.
   He lay there, and stroked, keeping his head down, but looking out into
the hall at her.  He looked, carefully, but it was too dark to tell what
she had on.  He looked again, almost convinced that she had nothing on
below her waist.  He almost thought he could see a triangle where her
crotch was.  He imagined her bush, and he wondered if he was seeing it. 
That really turned him on, and he began pounding his poor dick
unmercifully. At last, with a sigh and a groan, he came hard, and sprayed
semen all over the place.
   That next day at school, all he could think of was her.  His own mom. 
He saw other girls at school, foxy girls, but all he could think of was,
maybe, just maybe, I saw my mom's bush last night.  He skipped third hour
and hid in he bathroom, doing something he'd never dared to do, jerking off
at school.  He thought of his mom, of seeing her tits last summer, and
maybe seeing her bush last night.  He came again, imagining her naked,
laying back and spreading her legs for him.
   That evening he wondered how to approach her, if possible.  He finally
changed into just his pajama bottoms, no underwear, and went into the
living room where she was watching TV.  He sat on the couch beside her, and
they talked a while.  She was wearing shorts, and a shirt, and he could
swear again that she wasn't wearing a bra.  He tried not to stare, but it
was hard.  He imagined her sweet breasts, his tongue rubbing over her
nipples, squeezing them in his hand.  His dick began to get hard.  He
wasn't sure if he wanted that or not, his pajamas would tent up pretty
obviously, but he kind of wanted her to see it.
   His dick got harder and harder as he continued to think about his
mother. He imagined taking pictures of her with his phone, as she bathed,
or dressed.  He imagined touching her hairy pussy, and rubbing her clit. 
He glanced down and thought, oh shit, a large spot of pre-cum had soaked
through his pajama bottoms.  She was literally sitting right beside him,
and he wondered if she'd noticed it.
   "Jim..." she said, and he nodded to her.  "I've...  I've noticed some
things lately..."
   Oh shit, he thought...  here it comes...
   "Yes?" he said when it seemed obvious he wanted her to say something.
   "I've noticed you doing some things, after you've gone to bed..."
   "Yes..." his voice was almost a squeak.
   "I just wondered if I could maybe help you...  if you need somebody to
talk to, maybe talk about girls and...  stuff..."
   Oh shit oh shit, he thought.  This is my opportunity.  If I can just do
it.  He was pretty freaked out, though, in spite of all his mental
preperation.
   "Thank you, mom," he managed.  "I'd like that..."
   "I'll come tonight, and we can talk..." she said, and, to his surprise,
she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the cheek.  She got up and left
for her bedroom, and he finally got up, having to hold his hard-on against
his body just to walk.  He brushed his teeth and crawled in bed, wondering
what was going to happen next.  If all she wanted to do was talk, he'd
talk. Just to have her sit next to him in his bed for a while was pretty
sexy, to him.  It was definitely closer than he'd ever gotten to a girl
before.  So what if it was his own mother.
   He lay there for a while before he heard her soft footsteps in the hall.
She stopped at his door, and he looked up to her.  He felt his dick began
to stir, that quickly.  She was just wearing a t-shirt, and he couldn't
tell what she had on beneath, it was too long.  He figured if she had
panties on.  She wouldn't dare come to my room bottomless, would she?  he
thought.
   She came in, and sat beside him, up against the headboard of his bed. 
He scooted to the side a bit to give her room.
   "Jim, Jim," she said.  "I just want you to be happy, and have a good
time.  I know it's not always easy.  I just want to do whatever I have to
to make you happy."
   "Thank you, Mom," she said, thinking of a few things she could do to
make him happy.
   "Tell me what I can do for you, darling," she said, and was silent.  His
mind raced.  He still wasn't sure how far she was willing to go.  Just what
she said made it sound like she would go pretty far.  Whatever, she'd said.
She'd do whatever.  That could encompass a lot.
   "Mom," he said, wondering if he was blowing it.  "Mom...  I've never
seen...  a woman's...  breasts...  could I see yours?"
   She laughed gently.  He knew, then, at that moment, that it was alright.
She hadn't slapped his face and left, at least.
   "If that's what you really want, darling," she said, and reached over
and turned on his desk lamp.  She stretched, and pulled her t-shirt over
her head, having to sit up slightly to get it out from underneath her butt.
To his absolute joy he saw her furry bush between her legs.  She hadn't had
panties on, after all.
   He raised his eyes to her breasts.  Oh, he thought, they are beautiful.
He'd seen a lot of breasts on the internet, he was a teenaged boy, for
heaven's sake.  He'd seen thousands.  To him, hers were as perfect as any
he'd seen.  Round, full, firm and plump, capped with two large fat pointed
nipples.  He could see little goose-bumps on her nipples, even.  His dick
was harder than it had ever been.  He just sat back and stared at her.
   "Do you like them?" she finally asked, and he met her eyes for an
instant, then dropped them back down to her tits.
   "Oh, mom...  they are beautiful..." he finally managed to say, his
tongue all crossed up.  She laughed again.
   "Jimmy," she said.  "You can touch them if you want."
   He wanted.  He slowly reached his trembling hands out, and took a breast
in each.  They were so soft!  He just couldn't believe it.  My first tits,
he thought, I'm feeling off my first tits, and it's my mom.  He didn't care
a bit that it was his mom.  He just gloried in the feelings his fingertips
were carrying to his brain.
   He squeezed harder, feeling the firm flesh beneath each breast.  He ran
his fingers out to the nipple, and felt the hard flesh of her fat nipples.
He wondered if they were hard because she was turned on.  He hoped so.
   "M...  Mom..." he finally managed.  "Can I...  can I suck on them?"
   "Sure." she said simply.  He leaned down, laying across her legs, and
brought his face to her left breasts.  He wanted to savor the moment, he
wanted to remember it the rest of his life.  He slowly drew her nipple into
his mouth, tasting her body, and loving it.  Now that his nose was this
close to her body, he could smell her, a tiny hint of perfume, and even a
touch of sweat.  Her smells turned him on greatly.
   He sucked on the hard cap of flesh, loving the feeling of it in his
mouth.  He moved from nipple to nipple, running his tongue across them,
teasing her nipples with it.  She sighed and gave a little groan, and it
turned him on.  I'm making her feel good, he thought.  I'm turning her on,
I know it.
   His hands were still locked onto her breasts, as his tongue played
across her stiff nipples.  He squeezed harder, feeling her tits push out
into his mouth.  She moaned again.  He wondered if she could feel his hard
cock pressing into her leg.  Surely she could.
   He was concious the whole time of her naked pussy right beneath him.  He
sucked air into his nose, almost imagining he could smell it.  He knew it
would smell good.  He felt like it was within his reach, now.  If she's let
me play with her tits, he thought...  surely...
   Ten or fifteen minutes went by.  He knew he'd never get enough of her
sweet tits.  Finally he just stopped, and raised his face to hers.
   "Mom...  can I...  see you, down there?" he said, knowing she'd know
what he meant.  She laughed yet again.
   "Of course, Jim..." she said, and leaned down and kissed him on the
lips. For some reason that surprised him, but he liked it.  He smiled at
her, and she leaned in again.  This time they kissed for a long time, and
he felt her tongue on his lips.  He met her tongue with his, and opened his
mouth slightly.  She made a noise, and he felt her tongue in his mouth. 
The kissed again and again, as he squeezed and rubbed her nipples.  He
could tell she liked to kiss, and he was really liking it, too.
   Finally she pushed him downwards, and he got the hint.  He slowly moved
down her body, and she spread her legs.  He nestled inside of them, and
finally he was directly over her wonderful pussy.  He put his head down,
and sucked air into his nose, drawing her heady scent into his body.  She
smelled wonderful, just like a pussy should smell, he thought, although
he'd never smelled one before.  He'd sniffed her panties when he'd found
them in the bathroom, but they weren't nearly as good as this.  He knew
this was the real thing.
   His face was just inches from her cunt.  He thought about asking her,
but then he thought, nah, if she didn't mind me licking her tits, she won't
mind me licking her cunt.  He slowly dropped his face to her, and touched
his tongue to her cunt lips.
   Her whole body jerked at that sensation, but she just moaned again,
instead of telling him no.  He licked harder, trying to find her clit,
hidden somewhere in the bushy mat of hair.  He finally reached down with
his hands and spread her pussy lips, finally seeing her beautiful clit.  He
put his tongue right on it, loving the sweaty taste of it, and began to
lick.
   He ran his hands under her thighs, and cupped her buttocks in his hand.
Her ass felt great to him, soft and smooth, but he could feel her muscles
beneath her skin.
   She was wiggling beneath him, now, and he knew that she was enjoying
what he was doing.  He licked harder and harder, running his tongue down
her slit, tasting the juices that were coming from her body.  He kept
returning to her clit, he could tell she enjoyed that most of all.
   He probed beneath her with his finger, and finally found her asshole. 
That turned him on so much he almost came, then and there.  He rubbed and
played with it, finally daring to stick his finger in the center of it. 
She moaned and writhed, and his pushed in a little ways, into her body. 
I'm finger-fucking her asshole, he told himself, to make sure he got it. 
I'm finger-fucking my mom's asshole.
   He felt her motions beneath him become for frantic.  She almost bucked
him off her body.  She began to moan loudly, and she clenched her legs
together, squeezing his body between them.  She finally gave a cry, and he
felt her body tense and at last relax.
   "Oh, Jimmy, that was a good one," she said, laughing.  He guessed that
she'd had an orgasm, and he was proud he'd done it for her.  He kept on
licking, though, he was having a good time down there.  She just tasted
better and better, the longer he did it.
   "Jimmy...  please, please...  fuck me...  please fuck me!" she almost
growled, and it was his turn to laugh.  He wanted to do that more than
anything in the world.  He just wasn't sure how to start.  She grabbed his
body and pulled him up on top of her, and he felt her hand on his cock. 
That was sexy, he thought, as she manhandled him, finally getting his cock
lined up with her cunt.
   He pushed a little ways, and felt his cock enter her body an inch or so.
Oh, that feels good, he sighed to himself, and pushed deeper.  She was wet
inside, and tight, and she felt good.
   "In and out, in and out," she said, and he followed her instructions. 
He pulled out slightly, and pushed back in.  His dick, wet with her juices,
slid more easily, and deeper into her.  He continued this way for a while,
and at last he was as deep in her as he could go.  She sighed and moaned,
and he felt her hands on his butt.  She pulled him into her, and he pushed
out.  In and out, in and out, he thought, and he established a rhythm, to
her satisfaction.  He wasn't sure how long he could last, he was so turned
on.  I am fucking my mom, he told himself.  I am fucking my own mother.
   Jimmy had often speculated on how he would lose his virginity, but he'd
never dreamed it would be to his mother.  Now, though, he thought about it,
and decided that she was the one he most wanted to lose it to.  She loves
me, and I love her, he thought.  She wants to make me happy.  This is a
damn good start.
   He pounded away on her, and ran his hands down her back, feeling her
soft ass in his fingers.  He squeezed and played, and finally touched her
asshole again, loving the wrinkled puckered feel of it.
   "Put it in," she moaned, and he pulled his hand out from behind her and
licked his finger, tasting her sweaty ass taste.  He stuck it back, and
carefully pressed it into the center of her asshole, feeling it go deeper
and deeper.  She writhed in pleasure, and he began wiggling his finger
around, deep within her anus.  One hand squeezed into her ass cheeks as the
other sawed in and out of her asshole.
   He pumped and pumped, holding back from coming as hard as he could.  At
last she began to wiggle and twitch again, and he knew she was coming
again. When she finally did, squealing a little, even, he let himself come
also, squirting his seed into her body.  It felt so good to finally come,
he thought, and this time felt better than any I've ever had.
   She sighed and groaned, and they slowed to a stop.  He was content to
just lay there on top of her.  She put her arms around him and hugged him
to her body.  He could feel her still-hard nipples against his chest.  He
kissed her, contented.
   "Was that what you wanted?" she finally asked him, and he nodded.  "That
was what I wanted," she said.
   "Yes, thanks, mom.  That was great..." he said.
   "I hope you always think that, Jim." she said, sighing.
   
  
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