   Summary: F/b Pedo. Cons. Only Mastur. A young boy and his best friend's
mom masturbate each other.

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.
 
   Light pedo.  Very slow story.  If you only want to whack, start at
second half of 04.


   Title: Best Friends 03
   by Pedro Feelya

   The next morning was the same as the first.  Chrissy woke before dawn
and untangled herself from my arms.  She pulled on her coat and sweats and
left, but I quickly followed her out of her tent.  I dressed quickly in the
clothes I had shed the night before.  Stirring the fire was easy, but it
was too early for breakfast.  It was still just before dawn and a cool fog
swirled through the trees.  Chrissy asked me to boil some water and I
filled the pot and put it in the fire.  We sat at the picnic table quietly.
I had so much uncertainty I thought I would explode.  I had to say
something.

   "I like it." That sounded lame.

   "What?" she asked like she was stepping on a land mine.  I didn't know
what she was thinking, but the "it" I had said was not the right word.

   I hadn't found the words yet, "Being with you." I shrugged a little.

   "It's wrong." she whispered.

   I wasn't going to argue with her.  She was right.  I felt miserable as a
train wrecked inside of me.

   She looked into my face and took a deep breath and held it.  "I like it
too."

   I was shocked.  How could she like me?  I'm the pathetic one.  "But
you're the hottest woman ever!" I blurted out too quickly.  The horror of
what I had just said dawned on me and I froze, terrified.

   It was Chrissy's turn to blush and lower her head.  She couldn't deny
it; she had to know it was true.

   Still not looking at me, she said "It's different.  You're different."

   I didn't understand and I didn't care.  I wanted to shout "Alright!"
Instead I stood up and walked around the table, sat down, and hugged her
hard.  The hug lasted too long.  She wouldn't let go and I didn't either.

   Finally she said, "Let's make breakfast."

   Slowly we separated.  I boiled the oatmeal I had brought, while Chrissy
woke up Teddy.  We had oatmeal topped with brown sugar and cinnamon.  When
Chrissy and I looked at each other, neither of us looked away.  I had never
felt better.

   It was still early and I had an idea I thought Teddy would like.

   "Let's go fishing."

   Even Chrissy wanted to come along.

   We got to the lake and there were several other fishermen already there.
They all had their fancy poles, but I knew that didn't matter.  My dad
loved fishing, and even though I thought fishing was boring, he taught me a
lot.  I had the plastic round reel the new line came on, and I had a small
plastic box of everything we needed.  I showed Teddy how to tie a hook on,
then thread on the rubber worm covered in sticky smelly stuff.  I then tied
a small piece of driftwood several feet down the line.  We pulled out a lot
of line and then I started to spin the line over my head like a lasso.  I
let the line go and it sailed way out and landed with a splash.  We tied
the end of the line to a tall stick we wedged in the rocks.

   All the other fishermen were watching me, and none were laughing.  We
did it all over again for a second line and Teddy did most of it.  He had
to cast several times, but finally got it out pretty far.

   The part of fishing I hated was the waiting.  Teddy and I started to
play in the rocks with driftwood.  Mrs.  Stemens, I mean Chrissy, just sat
watching the lines.

   Eventually, the morning sun burned off the fog and everybody started to
pack it in.  Nobody had caught anything and they were giving up for the
morning.  My dad had taught me better.

   Teddy and I wound our lines over the ends of a straight stick.  I led
Teddy to where a bunch of crags and driftwood had gathered at a corner of
the dam, making a mess.  I didn't have to toss the worm in too far to land
near a big log and let it settle to the bottom.  Before I could tell Teddy
to do the same, the line jerked in my hand.

   In the crags, I knew the fish would quickly swim through the roots and
branches and would catch the line.  I pulled it in fast and pulled up a
small, 6 inch, jet black catfish.

   Teddy did the same and in a few minutes had one of his own.  I made a
long stringer of fishing line and tied the catfish on it, so we could keep
them fresh in the water.

   We had a blast catching catfish and only throwing back ones that were
less than 4 bites big.  Each time it took longer and longer to catch one.
We would probably catch them all soon.  By the time we were tired and the
excitement had worn off, it was way past lunch.  Chrissy had gone back to
camp and brought back snacks, but we were too busy to eat.  She mostly
walked, or sat and read her beauty magazines.

   We finally quit, then sat and ate, and excitedly talked about how much
fun we had.  Teddy kept saying how this was the best birthday he had ever
had.  I really agreed.  I finally looked up at Chrissy and realized that
all morning I had forgotten how I felt about her.  I thought she might be
bored, but she was so proud of Teddy, and happy for him, she was excited
too.

   Lunch over, we wound up our tackle and I carried the stringer with
fifteen fish back to camp.  By the time we got there, some of them looked
dead.  I tied them to a rock in the ice cold creek like my father would
have done.  Even dead, they would stay fresh until dinner.  In camp, Teddy
and I went to get more wood and then we worked on our fort.  Now, for some
reason, I missed Chrissy and wanted to see her smiling at me.  Soon we got
bored and went back to camp.

   I also didn't like campgrounds because they were always so dusty and in
the trees there was never a cool breeze.  It was too warm.  Unanimously we
decided to go for a swim.  Where we had swam before seemed best.  Going the
other way around the lake, it wasn't too far away.  This time we grabbed
our swimsuits.

   We never saw other campers hiking.  This was the type of campground
where not too woodsy kinds of people stayed.  At the rock shelf, Chrissy
disappeared into the woods, and Teddy and I changed at the waters edge.  We
waded in and floated in the warm water.  I noticed Chrissy walking toward
us and I caught my breath.

   One part of me suffered in disappointment that we couldn't see through
her swimsuit, and yet it took my breath away to see her in a black
one-piece that hugged her fantastic form.  Knowing what would happen, I
rolled over before my woody could rise.  I still watched her.  Teddy saw
her and he rolled over too.  I had to break the spell, it was too painful.

   I splashed my best friend then swam out to cooler water before he could
get revenge.  He came after me.  He was a better swimmer and he caught me
and a pushing match began.  I ended up swallowing too much water and cried
Uncle.  We tread water, as I purposefully ignored Teddy's mother.

   We dove for a bit.  The bottom looked so close, but it was way too deep
for us to reach it.  This really tired us out so we swam back to shore.

   Chrissy had swam out to deep water on her own and come back already. 
She floated face up in the shallowest part in the middle.  Her boobs stuck
up out of the water like hills.  Teddy and I swam to the farthest side away
from her and we pulled ourselves up so that we sat waist deep in the water.
Teddy was hiding his stiffy too.  I imagine he had a lot more practice at
that than I did.

   There was an island near the middle of the lake.  I didn't think we
could swim that far.  Still, we had to get out there.  The island had to be
explored.  Teddy and I brainstormed how to make a raft.  Then we
brainstormed how to get his mom to let us go.

   Chrissy got out of the water and lay on her stomach on the hot rock to
dry.  This seemed like a good idea.  We walked over to her and lay down
also.  Her sexy swimsuit didn't show her entire butt, but it showed more
than I had ever seen in real life.  Her big boobs were squished under her
and they pushed out of the swimsuit arm holes a little.  I tried to lay on
my stomach, but my hard wiener ground painfully against the granite.  I
didn't dare lay face up and show it.

   I looked over at Teddy.  He was sitting up to hide his problem, but he
was also facing his mother.  I rolled over to do the same.

   It was hard to not stare at her.  When I looked over at Teddy, he was
staring at her body too.  After a moment he tore his eyes away and looked
in my eyes.  He was in agony.  I hurt for him too.  I just kind of
shrugged, I understood, but I didn't know what to do.  He smiled a tiny
bit. Probably no one had ever understood his secret until now, and I didn't
think there was anything wrong with him.  I just felt sad for him.

   Still, we both turned and watched the reclining goddess before us.  It
was now okay for us both to look.  Without warning she lifted her head and
looked at us.  Teddy turned and looked away.  I looked into her eyes.  I
wasn't afraid.  She had always caught me looking.  She had probably always
caught men looking.  I couldn't remember her ever frowning at me or making
a face.  I couldn't begin to understand what she was thinking.

   "Are we ready for dinner?" She asked.

   I had forgotten about the catfish.  "Oh yeah, I'm hungry." It was
another unanimous decision.

   On the way back I took a detour in a meadow that looked like ones my
mother gathered wild onions from.  It didn't take long to find a few.  If
you crush a green blade, you can really smell it.  Chrissy and Teddy were
amazed.  We got back on the trail for camp.

   I tried to make sure the fire never died in camp.  I always used a dense
log that would last as coals.  When needed, I pushed the embers to one side
and dug out dead ashes, but I tried to never let the fire die.  The frying
plate was good and hot.

   Teddy went to get the fish from the creek.  When he came back holding
the stringer, he said some of the catfish were still moving.  My father had
always cleaned the fish.  I had never even watched him do it.  I looked at
Teddy.  Teddy looked at me.  We both looked at his mom.  The look on
Chrissy's face told us that she wasn't going to be any help.  I felt queasy
inside.  Suddenly catfish for dinner seemed like a bad idea.

   I looked at Teddy, "We better take them back to the creek to clean
them."

   He gulped and nodded.

   I grabbed my biggest knife and the pot, and we headed back.  Some of the
fish kept flapping their tails.  We used a log right by a smaller stream
and I unhooked the most dead looking one.  I had eaten filets, and I had
eaten catfish fried and whole with the head still on.

   "Let's cut off the head." I suggested, that way I could be sure it was
dead.

   I thought I was strong, but the back was tough and I ended up squishing
the fish and ruining the meat.  Still, I slit the belly from head to tail,
and closing my eyes and using two fingers, I scooped out everything that
was inside.  It was gooey and cold and there were lumps in it.  My stomach
was starting to crawl up my insides.  Avoiding looking at the stuff I had
dropped on the ground, I looked over at Teddy.  He looked a little woozy. I
threw the fish in the pot to wash later.

   Oh, by the way, when you catch a catfish, watch out for the barbs in the
fins, they really hurt.  The next fish looked dead too, so I slit it down
the center without messing with the head.  Its gills flapped, the heart was
beating, and I dropped the fish and ran a few feet to start retching.

   I was so embarrassed.  After a minute I looked back.  Teddy was cleaning
the fish.  His jaw was set and he was really concentrating.  Alive or dead,
he cleaned them all the same way.  I didn't mind that he was tougher than
me sometimes.  He could have this one.

   When Teddy was done, I told him to cut off the fins and watch out for
the barbs.  Afterward, we both washed them out in the stream.  They sure
were slippery.  We both got soaked chasing a few bodies downstream.

   By the time we got back to camp my stomach was back in the right place.
I dropped the fish on the sizzling plate with the onions Chrissy had
chopped up.  When the smell hit me, I was ravenous again.  There is no
appetite like one in the fresh mountain air.

   We didn't have any flour and I had to use the oil from a can of tuna to
keep the fish from burning.  Soon they were done.

   We couldn't wait till they cooled and we burned our fingers and our
tongues.  The skin was tough, but the meat fell from the bones.  It was
delicious.  All three of us laughed when we told Chrissy what it was like
to clean them.  Still, it was more than worth it.



   Teddy wanted to do something different this evening but didn't know
what. I suggested lying on the warm rocks at the dam until after dark. 
Chrissy again brought a blanket.  We were a little early and it was still
too warm to lie down.  Teddy and I skipped rocks and wandered away from his
mother.  He skipped a rock across the water and without turning said, "You
like looking at my mother."

   "Gosh." I blurted out.  "Who wouldn't?"

   Then I realized what he was saying.

   I followed it up.  "Every guy looks at your mother.  I don't see how you
couldn't.  There would have to be something wrong with you if you didn't
look at her."

   Teddy spun around and his eyes were wide.  "But it's wrong!"

   I hung my head and quietly said, "Yeah," I read a lot of books and
thought I understood a lot of things.  But, I had no clue what to do or
say. I could only be his friend.  "But I think its okay."

   Without too much more to be said, we headed back to his mom.  The clouds
behind us were turning lavender.  The sun was dropping behind high hills
and would not be spectacular.  We approached Chrissy and somehow just being
near her made me feel happier.  She saw Teddy's face and she frowned in
concern.  "Everything okay dear?"

   "Yeah" he smiled sheepishly at her, "I'm just thinking about stuff."

   The air had cooled enough that we sat with her, one on each side.  The
shadows grew from the trees and began to creep across the lake.  The last
rays of the sun disappeared and we all snuggled together the way we had the
night before.

   I slapped at a mosquito.  Teddy slapped at one too.  Chrissy started to
wave her hand in front of her and I slapped some more.

   I had forgotten that mosquitoes hunted at sunset.  They lived where
there was water and plants.  The sun was too hot in the day, and they
didn't fly well in the dark, but they owned the evening.

   "Crap" I yelled.  "I left the bug spray back at camp."

   "We could run for it.", Teddy volunteered.

   Chrissy solved the problem by throwing the blanket over us like a tent.
It wasn't big enough but it was a great idea.  The edges didn't quite touch
the rock.  We had to jam in tighter.  I grabbed Chrissy's legs and swung
them over mine.  I ducked my head under her chin and wrapped my arms around
her waist.  I partially held Chrissy in my lap with my arms holding her
tight, and we fit together wonderfully.  Teddy partially crawled into her
lap facing her and leaned against her with his face cradled in the crook of
her neck.

   I couldn't hold my head up any longer so leaned it over and rested my
face directly on one of Chrissy's firm boobs.  She didn't complain or say
anything.  My legs hurt under the weight but the rest of me felt so
wonderful I didn't want to move.  I think we had plenty of blanket to
spare, but I wasn't going to give up my position.  I even rubbed my face
against her boob because it felt so good.  Chrissy held Teddy like he was a
little boy and he held her as the mother he loved.  We stayed like that,
talking quietly.  Occasionally we shifted about to relieve our muscles or
get more comfortable.

   I, of course had a stiff wiener.  It poked painfully into Chrissy's
thigh.  I tried to move it but it had a will of its own.  Chrissy reached
down and grabbed my wiener through my pants.  I froze, thinking that I had
offended her.  She pulled it to one side, but she didn't let go, she just
held it firmly.  Encouraged, I rubbed my face deeper into her tit.  With my
chin I could feel her hard nipple inside her bra.  I wanted so much to see
that nipple.

   Soon it got to be pretty warm under the blanket.  Chrissy was the first
to ask.  "How long do we have to wait?"

   "Until it gets dark." I said.

   "How long will that be?"

   I lifted the edge of the blanket.  "Not long, just a few minutes."
"Night falls fast in the mountains." I quoted someone.

   We talked some more then I lifted the blanket and could barely see the
rocks beside us.  We pulled the blanket from over us and Teddy and Chrissy
started to get up.

   "Wait." I whispered.  "There's more, sit down."

   They sat and I spread the blanket across our legs.  I hoped I wasn't
making a fool of myself and wasting their time.  Though we couldn't see the
rocks around us, the sky was still a medium gray.  Something black flashed
past just a dozen feet above our heads.  I was excited because I didn't
know if they would come.  Another small thing shot past then one zigzagged
at impossibly fast angles.

   "What are those?" Teddy asked with wonder in his voice.

   "Bats"

   "Bats?" asked Chrissy.  Her voice was on the edge of panic.

   "Yeah.  Each one can eat over a thousand mosquitoes every hour.  That's
about one every three and a half seconds." I loved bats.

   "Oh" She said quietly.  She was reconsidering what she thought about
them.

   We lay back as the sky slowly darkened and the dark aerial display
performed above us.  Sometimes they dashed to within a yard of our heads,
but they were so fast you couldn't even react to them.  When it was too
dark to see them, we got up and started down the wide path to camp.  I had
brought flashlights, but we didn't need them.

   Back in camp we decided that it had been a long day and we should all
get some sleep.  I tried to hide my eagerness to go to bed.  As soon as
Teddy entered his tent I headed for his mother's.  The tent flap was not
zipped.  I crawled in and undressed there.  The sleeping bag was already
flipped back and she was waiting for me.  I slid in, grabbed her waist, and
pulled her body to me, my hard wiener jammed between us.

   She kissed me.  She kissed me on the lips.

   I froze.  It was warm, it was soft, it was wet, and it was sweet.  I had
kissed my mom and girls before, but this was nothing like that.  I kissed
her back, slowly.  She kissed back and her lips parted and her tongue
licked my lips all the way across where they pressed together.  I almost
gasped.  I tried to do the same to her but our tongues met in the middle.
She slid her tongue down mine and slipped it into my mouth.

   I had heard of French kissing before and it sounded gross.  This was
fantastic.  I sucked her tongue in and played with it in my mouth.  We were
breathing hard through our noses and I was running out of air and I didn't
care.  She broke the kiss first and inhaled deeply.  I did the same.

   I then explored her mouth gently.  Our tongues danced back and forth and
time lost meaning.  She taught me to suck in one of her lips gently.  She
taught me to nibble on her lips.  All this time I fought back the urge to
pump my stiffy into her hand and squirt.

   Chrissy then began to kiss the corner of my mouth and across my cheek.
When she reached my jaw line, she started down my neck, sucking and
nuzzling.  I thought my wiener would explode.  Involuntarily I thrust it
hard into her lower stomach.  She reached down, into my underwear and
rubbed my penis.

   It was too much.  Every muscle in my body jerked then clenched, and I
squirted hard into her hand.  A wave of ecstasy crashed across my body.  My
hips pumped a few times then I got control of it.  After a minute I relaxed
and she pulled her hand out and wiped it somewhere.

   I wanted more, a lot more.  I hungrily forced her head to one side with
my face and began to kiss and suck her neck just as she had done to me.  I
again thrust my hard penis into her.  She reached into my underwear and
firmly squeezed my still rock hard wiener.

   She gasped and murmured a surprised "Ohh.", and she didn't let go.  I
kept kissing down her neck into the hollow between her neck and her
shoulder.  She began to moan.

   I wanted to feel her fantastic tits, but I didn't dare.  But I knew I
could get away with doing to her what she had done to me.

   I smoothed my hand across her head and pulled back all of her hair on
one side.  I moved back up her neck kissing, sucking, and nibbling.  When I
reached her ear I sucked in her earlobe and began to nibble.  Her body
stiffened and she gripped me harder.

   Maybe she didn't like this, but I sure did.  Then, exhaling all my hot
breath down the back of her neck, I ran my tongue up behind her ear.  She
began to shake and whine and her body began to spasm.  Her grip on my
wiener was painful.  She didn't stop shaking and I didn't stop licking and
nuzzling.

   I grew ravenous and began gently biting her skin at her jaw, neck, and
earlobe.  Her jaw was clenched and she was holding back sounds I had never
heard before.  After two or three minutes of this she let go of her painful
grip on my wiener and grabbed my body.

   She pulled me tight against her body so that I couldn't do anything to
her but hold her.  I guess that's what she wanted.

   She whispered in my ear, "Too much.  God, that was a powerful orgasm."

   At some point the sleeping bag had gotten thrown back and our bodies
kept each other warm, even sweating.  My hard wiener was still pressed
painfully between us.

   Chrissy finally caught her breath and stopped squeezing me so tight. 
She reached up and pushed my shoulder away and I rolled onto my back.  She
rolled with me and lay half across me.  I felt her free hand run gently,
tickling, down my chest and onto my stomach.  She started rubbing her soft
silky face against mine.  Her hand stopped playing with my stomach and then
reached into my underwear to hold my hard wiener.  I couldn't just lay
there.  I reached across her arm, pulled up her nightshirt, and lay my
hands on her hips.  I then started to caress her bottom through her
underwear.

   My mouth found hers and our open mouths wrestled in pleasure.  She let
go of my hard one and reached up to lightly run her hand down my arm,
elbow, and wrist.  Her hand covered mine as I massaged one cheek of her
butt with my hand.

   Chrissy pulled my hand from her butt and moved it between us.  I was
disappointed that she was stopping me.  She then pressed my fingers against
the front of her lacy underwear and rubbed them up and down.

   I understood how she wanted me to rub her so I reached my hand up and
ran my fingers inside her underwear.  She caught my hand.  "No, we can't."
she whined.  She again pushed my fingers down the outside front of her
underwear.

   I was a little frustrated.  All the images I had ever seen had left an
unclear picture of what was between a woman's legs.  Now all I could feel
was lace covered flesh between two tight soft thighs.  When I rubbed it
though, the effect on Chrissy was astonishing.  I could feel her hunger
radiate from her.  I continued to rub, getting a feel for how hard and
deep, by how her body jerked and she grunted.

   She again reached into my underwear and pulled my wiener up and free. 
She began to pump on it a little too hard.  I wasn't complaining because a
little pain was helping me to concentrate on what I was doing to her.  I
fought off the need to spasm and squirt, but it would be soon.

   Chrissy's body was almost completely locked up in spasm when she started
to whine loudly.

   It was too loud and would wake up Teddy.  I clamped my mouth over hers
and sucked.

   She went into full spasm.  Her teeth clamped down painfully on my lower
lip.  She began to buck and wiggle to the rhythm I was using with my hand.
Her hand squeezed hard around my wiener.

   Despite the pain and the fear and the discomfort, I was in ecstasy.  Her
smell filled my senses.  The sounds she made drove me mad.  I was playing
with the body of the most desirable woman I could ever imagine.  She was
becoming an animal and I wanted to be one too.

   I thrust my hips hard against her hand and her bare waist and I squirted
hard.  I didn't have room to rub her any more, but her body continued to
shake and shiver.  I relaxed a little and she suddenly relaxed a lot and
rolled onto her back.

   I reached over and pulled the sleeping bag over us.  I snuggled up along
her motionless body and as I started to fade into sleep I heard her quietly
whisper, "Thank you."

   I didn't understand why.



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