A young boy is educated about sex by his mom… And others! (Fm, inc, 1st, bi, ws)
Barbara Johnson was a little shocked by what she found under her son’s mattress. She had been cleaning her son’s room when she came upon the boy’s stash of porn. Three slick magazines and a small paperback novel. The magazines showed picture after picture of naked women, posing in the most obscene ways imaginable. Their long legs spread to reveal their moist cunts, their hands pushing their big boobs up and offering them to the camera. Women masturbating themselves with fingers, hairbrush handles and even dildos.
One magazine showed several women and men engaged in various sex acts.
The novel was an outrageous story of a woman who seduced and had sex with various young boys. It was written crudely, and at first Barbara had sneered at the crassness of it. But, as she read more, she felt her own pussy heating up and moistening.
Upon reflection she didn’t know why she should be so shocked. She knew boys and men enjoyed this kind of thing. But, Jason was so young! How could he have gotten hold of the obscene material?
It seemed to her that just yesterday he had been a sweet little kindergartener beaming at her as he showed her his latest creation from school and babbling to her about his little friends on the playground.
She let the book drop into her lap and considered. Jason wasn’t that little boy anymore. He was teenager. Of course she had seen his naked body. The Johnson’s were casual about nudity. Every summer they went for a week to their favorite nudist camp, and around the house it was nothing for any of them to walk out of the bathroom, still drying themselves with a towel, fresh from a shower. And, the whole family slept nude. Barbara was nearly naked herself. She wore only a thin short robe of light cotton and a pair of slippers, her usual cleaning attire. Her large boobs were almost out of the top of the thing.
She thought about Jason’s young body. He was still hairless at his crotch; at least it looked that way. But it would be hard to tell, since he was so blonde. A little peach fuzz might be developing, too light to show, really. His body was still slim, but muscular, in the way young boys were.
She had often thought his little penis was rather large for his age. She had never seen it hard, but even soft it hung a good two and a half inches from his naked groin. His scrotum was still pink like the rest of him, but growing larger, a nice little handful.
What was she thinking! She actually was imagining what it would be like to cup her own son’s young balls in her hand. She had felt a stab of pure lust in her groin that made her pussy tingle and grow even more moist.
She looked down at herself. The bottom of the robe had parted and she could see her pubes. She realized she was dripping and that her womanly juices were staining her son’s bed sheets. No matter, she was going to wash them anyway, but still! Thoughts of her son’s boyish equipment were turning her on. She wondered how Jason’s dick looked hard.
She reached between her legs and gave her cunt a squeeze. It must have been that filthy book, she thought, that was making her have these thoughts. She hardly dared name them.
She looked through the last magazine. It didn’t help. A man and a boy of about fourteen were having wild sex with a beautiful woman. Picture after picture, hardly any text. The man with his cock deep in the woman while she had the boy’s cock in her mouth. The boy was very cute and seemed to be enjoying having his slim teen cock blown.
More pictures of the boy fucking his cock into her dripping pussy. The man licking at the place where boy-cock and womanly cunt were joined as he jacked off his big cock. Astoundingly hot pictures of the kid on his knees at the edge of the bed, his slender cock rock hard, his face stuffed into the woman’s slick folds. Further images on the next page showed the man getting behind the boy. Then licking his little asshole. And finally, inserting his big hard cock into the kid’s ass while he ate the woman’s dripping pussy.
The last few were the most amazing to Barbara. The boy was now fucking the woman’s cunt, then bending his cock to her asshole and fucking into it. From behind the man was still fucked into the boy. Then, the man’s prick withdraws and shoots a huge load on the boy’s white, sweaty asscheeks. Another shot of the boy withdrawing his prick and shooting a load of jizz on the woman’s asshole and pussy lips. His young prick looked slick with juices. He had a look of pure joy on his cute face.
Barbara hadn’t even noticed she was rubbing her own cunt until she felt her climax rushing upon her. It was too late to stop it. She gazed with glassy eyes at the hot sight of the young male, his body stretched up and back like a bow, slick sperm dripping off his small, pale ass, his own rampant cock shooting its little load of immature male seed on the woman’s juicy holes.
Without thinking she shoved a finger deeply up herself. Using her thumb to rub her clit furiously, she trembled all over, mewing and gasping, and came. Her orgasm rocked her from head to foot. She thought about Jason doing those things with her and warm juices gushed from her opening and coated her hand.
“Oh, Jayssy, Jayssy!” She cried out, using her favorite pet name for her young boy. Suddenly she knew what she wanted. It didn’t matter if it were right or wrong. She wanted to molest her own son, to suck his baby cock, to feel it up her cunt. To have him sucking her titties like a baby and fucking the shit out of her!
She gasped as another hot climax rushed on the heels of the first. She writhed on the bed, her robe falling open to reveal her still slender and shapely body. She jammed another finger up her cunt frantically and sawed them in and out, lost in the thrilling and forbidden sensations. Oh, she was cumming on her son’s bed, she could smell him in the room still, the enticing and yet familiar odor of him. She fell back on the narrow bed, her legs wide open and thrashed her head about, her face a mask of orgasmic lust. Her own auburn hair flew in waves over the pillow.
The boy’s bed was redolent with his sweet boy-odors. She arched her back and fingered herself shamelessly and came and came. Finally, she fell back exhausted.
As she drifted a little with the pink pleasure of her orgasm flowing from her, she thought of how she could make her dreams come true, how she could seduce her precious son and show him what a good time he could have with his mommy.
Upon closer examination of the pictures, Barbara noticed how in every case the woman’s cunt was shaved. Either she had no hair, or just a narrow fuzzy strip. She thought that Jason might be into this, might prefer shaved pussies to look at.
She wondered a little about the last magazine with its graphic images of bi-sex. She wondered if her boy was bisexual. Well, so what? It meant he could have the best of both worlds, didn’t it?
She wondered if he had experimented with other boys. She had read that boys his age did things like that. He was probably varying his masturbation with a little mutual masturbation with one of his friends.
It might be that Wilson boy Jason liked to hang out with. The boy was doubtful to her. He came from a large and very poor family on the other side of town. Although he was polite to her and her husband, he had a reputation for being a wild boy. And Barbara wasn’t sure he wasn’t trying to undress her with his eyes when he was around her. He was always staring at her tits. When she had caught him at it he hadn’t seemed the least embarrassed. He just grinned sheepishly and had turned to follow his friend to Jason’s room. Little wolf! She thought he was probably the one who had given Jason the porn.
Barbara thought of herself as worldly in matters of sex and she was no prude, far from it. She didn’t mind the kid’s interest in her body, but she still thought it a bit… Impertinent… Somewhat precocious.
If she knew the truth about the kid she would have been deeply, deeply shocked. She had no idea… She had no way of knowing at that the last magazine, with its graphic, perverted images were pictures of young Markie Wilson’ own family!
She got up and stripped Jason’s bed, putting the sheets to her nose to breathe in his young smell once more. There it was, that sweet odor, mixed with the faint leftover tinge of laundry soap and her own pussy juices. It made her feel horny again.
She quickly returned the book and magazines to their place under the mattress and grabbed his pillow, stripping off the cover slip. She bent over to gather up a pile of his clothes she had gathered together earlier and that was when she noticed her robe was still open. What the hell, she thought. She dumped the clothes on the bed and took it off, adding it to the pile. It felt sexy as hell to be naked in her son’s room. Her cunt was heating up and melting like butter. Her firm nipples pointed upwards.
She signed happily, gathered up the clothes and walked through the house, nude into the laundry room. She decided she would stay naked all day. It certainly was comfortable and she thought it would be really hot to be nude when her son got home from school.
She sorted through the clothes separating the dark clothes out. She went through Jason’s pockets and found the usual assortment of boyish things. Marbles, matchbox cars, bits of string, a few coins. She put them aside and pushed the load into the machine. She poured out the detergent and started the washer. Then she began to sort through the whites.
She gathered together several pairs of the boy’s underpants. There were tiny stains on all of them, yellow spots in front and occasional skid marks in the seat. She suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to see what they smelled like. She brought one of the cleaner looking pairs to her face and inhaled tentatively. There was none of the mature odor that her husband had down there. It was lighter, nuttier and intoxicating.
She leaned against the vibrating machine, getting her crotch right on the warm enameled surface. As she sniffed the boy’s heady crotch odors she felt her body responding to her lust. She pressed herself more firmly against the washer as it sloshed and vibrated. She took a deep hit on her son’s underpants.
What was she doing! She was sniffing her son’s dirty little underpants like some pervert and getting off to it! Tingling thrills ran up from her pussy.
She had to stop this! She dropped the white briefs and pulled herself together. When she leaned off the washing machine she saw gleaming streaks of her own pussy juices on it. Backing away, her knees trembling, she turned and walked out of the room.
She stood in the kitchen feeling a little dazed. She realized she had almost cum again from that little perverted moment. She hadn’t expected to feel this way.
Her bladder felt full. She was glad of it. It would take her mind off thoughts of seducing her little boy. She let it build while she went about the house, doing her housework. After a while the need became urgent.
She decided it would be a good time to have a shower and get ready… Ready for what? Ready to molest her son? She shivered at the thought.
She went into the bathroom and turned on the water to the large shower. Soon the room was filled with steam. She flipped up the lid of the toilet and sat down. Almost immediately she felt her piss streaming forth from her cunt. For some reason it felt incredibly sexy. She looked down, over her tits to see her golden stream gushing from her hairy cunt.
She thought about her husband and his own perverted tastes. Jack had asked her more than once to piss on him. She always had said no, that it was disgusting. He always wanted to eat her cunt after she pissed, and she had let him do that a couple of times.
Then there was the night when they had both come home still pretty drunk from a wild party they had been to. They were both feeling loose and horny. They had gotten undressed and he had been munching on her cunt, making her feel really hot. He had pleaded with her to piss in his mouth. Like a little boy, pleading for a piece of candy, she had thought. Giving up she had agreed. She had let him have it right in the mouth, thinking that he would have his fill and maybe even get sick from it. It would serve him right. But, instead of getting turned off or sick, he had guzzled it all.
Barbara had felt herself responding to her husband’s gulps and groans of pleasure. She pissed it all into his sucking swallowing face and came like a sky full of fireworks.
While she was still in the throes of her orgasm he had stood up quickly and then fell on her, spiking his hard cock fully into her. They had fucked wildly. They had cum together in a crashing climax that left them both utterly exhausted.
In the morning she remembered smelling her piss and pussy juice on his face and had been a little turned off by it. But even though she had not done this with him again, she found it alluring.
She didn’t mind Jack being a pervert like that. He came up with all sorts of nasty and hot ideas that kept their sex life going strong.
But, well, the pissing thing… It was just too sick. She knew she would have to get roaring drunk to do that again for him. And so far, it hadn’t gone like that.
But… Thinking of Jason sucking the piss out of her cunt… Oh god, what was she turning into! A crazed sex slut? She had to cut this out!
She finished her piss, feeling almost angry with herself for her awful thoughts. She stepped into the shower, hoping it might cleanse her of her dark desires. The water felt good. She liked it warm like this, almost hot. She soaped up and washed her body, using her various scrubbers and perfumed soaps. She washed out her cunt.
As she did she remembered those pictures. She reached for her razor and held it, staring at it, undecided. Should she? Why not… Even if she didn’t go through with her plan to seduce Jason, Jack would probably get hot seeing her pussy shaved.
She applied her favorite shaving cream and began scraping away at her bush. After about ten minutes it was down to a narrow strip, lining her vaginal lips. Now there wasn’t enough left to bother about. She quickly shaved the rest off and then did her legs. When she emerged from the shower she grabbed a towel and went over to look at herself in the mirror. Thank God Jack had gotten the fog free jobs. She hated having to wipe off steamy mirrors and wait for the warm mist in the room to settle.
She looked at her body turning this way and that to see the effect. She was still young and slim. Childbirth hadn’t left much of a trace on her. For a woman in her late thirties she looked pretty sexy, she thought. Her breasts were still full and perky. She hadn’t gone for breastfeeding. She had used the breast pump and fed Jason with bottles of it but she was vain about her tits and hadn’t wanted to let them get all saggy and chewed up.
Jason had been a good baby, and it didn’t seem to her like he missed it at all.
She gazed, entranced at the sight of her own naked pussy. She looked like a teenager herself down there. She felt more naked than ever. It was a sinful, delicious feeling. How lovely it would be to have Jason rubbing his naked pubes into hers while he sent his virginal cock into her warm, wet eager cunt!
She dried off and went into her drawer to find a thong to wear. She wanted something to wear that would make her feel sexier and sluttier. She found what she wanted. A tiny, sheer thong with lace, all black. She slipped it on and marveled how pretty and seductive it looked against her soft, pale skin. The string at the back nestled deeply into her shapely asscheeks, rubbing against her asshole deliciously.
Barbara was no ass-virgin. She had let Jack fuck her up it many times and had gotten to where she loved it as much as he did. She felt the tiny strip of fabric tease her ass-lips and got that warm, melting feeling again. She felt like a total slut, a whore. Her tittie-points stiffened with lust.
That’s when she heard the front door slam. Her boy was home! Would she do it? Barbara struggled in her mind for a moment, but her lust won out. She threw all caution to the wind and stepped out into the hall and went towards the living room to find her sweet hot little boy!
by bLACKFLAg