Date: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 17:48:08 -0700
From: Aislinge Murphy <aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Generations Chapter 2

This is a work of fiction. All disclaimers apply. If you are offended by
sex between and adult and minor, then you should move on.

Generations

Chapter 2

My name is Brian, I met Nancy in college. She was a freshman band member
and I was a senior medical student. I noticed her the first time after a
big game we had just won. Members of the band were outside the locker room
waiting to blow their horns in victory as the players came out. Nancy
played the clarinet and was licking the tip with her tongue preparing to
play. That sight stopped me in my tracks. What she could do to my cock was
in my mind.

The players came out, some leaving with the band members, still Nancy was
standing by herself. I walked up to her, introduced myself and asked if she
was waiting for a player to come out and leave with like the other band
members. She told me "no". That she was too short and fat for any of the
football jocks. I laughed and told her that she wasn't to short for me, but
she could be a little fatter for my liking. She smiled, told me I was
sweet, and asked if I had any after the game plans. I told her only her.

That night I experienced the most sensuous, uninhibited sex since I left
home and mom. Yes, mom introduced me to sex and kept me on the straight and
narrow through High School. Except for the 3 times a year I made it home,
my sex life had been stupid co-eds with mush for brains and little
knowledge on how to please a man. Yes, mom spoiled her "little" boy.

When Nancy graduated with her degree in literature I was in my 3rd year of
med school. She was employed by the University as a grad assistant and we
married. Eight months later our son, Thomas was born.

Most of my time was taken up at the hospital and I would shoot home every
chance I had. One unannounced trip home changed our lives forever.

It was a slow afternoon, and the Chief of medicine suggested I go home, for
they were going to be busy this evening. I walked home and let myself in
the side door of our little duplex. Putting the house keys on the kitchen
counter I made my way into the small living room and saw Nancy in the
process of sucking on our 6 month old sons cock before putting a fresh
diaper on.

She all at once picked up her head and saw me and started crying and
begging my forgiveness and asking me not to hate her. I walked over to
where she was kneeling in front of our son, with her face in her hands,
crying. "I am so ashamed," she wailed.

Lifting her chin with my hand I bent down and kissed her tears, and told
her she had nothing to be ashamed of. That, in fact, what I saw not only
pleased me, but turned me on. Then, kneeling beside her, I bent my head to
our sons cock and took it in my mouth. What a great day, my sons cock was
the first I had ever had in my mouth and his beautiful nursing mother was
kissing my hand.

I brought her face next to mine and directed her to lick his tiny sac as I
sucked on his tiny cock.

"Watch out he sometimes pees," Nancy giggled her warning. I moved my mouth
off his cock, kissed Nancy and gave his tiny 1" cock for her to nurse on. I
heard him grunt and knew he was letting go a stream of piss into his
mother's mouth. Nancy drank it as she has drunk mine from the very first
night.

Raising up and showing me her mouth full of baby piss, just like I wanted
her to show mine, she smiled and swallowed, licking her lips when she was
done. I moved her hand as she began to refasten his diaper, kissed the head
of my sons cock, then kissing Nancy before she finished her task.

That night I told Nancy about my mother and I. That my father took off with
a skinny bitch when I was 10 telling my mother he couldn't live with a "fat
hog" anymore.

It was just me and mom from that point on. I guess I was 11 when mom walked
in my bedroom and caught me jacking off. I had not had any "baby cream"
yet, that's what one of my friends called it, but was trying hard maybe 3
or 4 times a day. I put my hands over my cock and tried to hide it from my
mom. She walked into my room leaving the door open and sat on the edge of
my bed. She rested her hand on top of mine and started asking me about what
I knew about sex. That night was the beginning of my sexual education. An
education that I will always be grateful for.

Mom warned about the dangers of getting girls pregnant and ruining my
life. She asked me if I had sex with anyone, I told her no. She asked me
what I thought about when I masturbated and I told her women I see at the
mall and a couple of my teachers. She asked me if that was all, and I
stammered and turned my head away as I told her that I think of her most of
the time. She patted my hands, covering my now soft cock, and told me that
many boys, if not all boys. are turned on by their mothers. It's just that
some mothers don't know how to handle it.

Patting my hand again she asked me how many times I played with myself, I
told her the truth. Then she told me to put my hands at my side, exposing
my soft 2" of boy cock.

Bending her head she kissed the crown, then with her tongue, lifted my soft
cock into her mouth. I had an orgasm so fast I couldn't believe it. Mom
raised her head from my cock telling me that soon I would have lots of
cream and she wanted it. She made me vow to never masturbate again, that if
I needed to play with myself I was to come to her and she would take care
of it.

Until I moved away to go to college I never had to worry about "blue
balls". I would go on a date, be the perfect gentleman and go home to feed
mommy my pent up cum. She taught me how to please a woman with my mouth,
that I was never to fuck any girl - when it came to the time I needed to
fuck, she would take care of that also.

Mom started to date again when I was a sophomore in High School. Some of
the guys were nice, others, I thought, were pricks. None ever spent the
night, but I am sure some enjoyed her talented mouth and bald cunt. Yes,
that pissed me off, but I got over it.

Jimmy, my best friend since the 2nd grade, told me one day that he was in
love with me and although he knew I went out with girls he wanted to be my
girlfriend. I didn't know what to say, but when I got home I told mom. She
chuckled and told me that she hoped I didn't say anything to hurt his
feelings. I told her I was too shocked to say anything. That's when she
told me about bi and gay love. She figured maybe Jimmy was gay and there
was nothing wrong with that, but if I was going to do anything with Jimmy
she wanted it in the house, not out in public.

Jimmy, that weekend, joined me for a sleepover and sucked my cock for the
first time. He was no where as good as mom, but he sure was enthusiastic.
Mom must have been waiting outside my door that morning because no sooner
than I started to shake in orgasm she opened the door and softly told Jimmy
that when he finished with my cock we needed to come downstairs for
breakfast. Clothing optional. With a proud, big motherly smile she left the
door open and went to the kitchen.


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you'd like to hear more.  Aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com

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