Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2012 09:18:07 -0400 From: Jacob Schwann Subject: Story;'Cob 'n Pen #02'{Jacob Schwann}(bi inc Fb cons)[2!24] This is a work of soft and slow erotic fiction (bisexual, incest), adapted without attribution from personal, family, public, and other sources. It is a pastiche of original material as well as revised versions of a number of story fragments borrowed liberally from elsewhere. All of the characters in this story are portrayed by adults 18 years of age or older. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, or if you are under age for reading this type of material, or this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. Comments welcome cobschwann@gmail.com ******************** Cob `n Pen #02 Summary: A brother and sister, Jacob (Cobby) and Penelope (Penny), recall their first times in the 1930's by a patchwork of letters to a kind doctor who helped them out of a jam. Vignettes in this episode: Bath Time; Our Secret Game. >>> from JACOB (Cobby) * * * ********** Dear Uncle Doctor From JACOB Re: BATH TIME, Shallow Lake, 1929 Actually I was a bashful child. The exception was when Penny and I took a bath together. I remember before one of our Saturday night baths at the Shallow Lake parsonage. We had filled the iron tub with hot water from the kitchen stove, and our mother welcomed us while she washed, I was still 9. My little sister and I stood next to the tub and looked at mom splashing the water on her shoulders. Her pale breasts floated beneath the surface of the water, rounded like white fruits; her nipples, ample pink buds. The water coursed down her belly and over her dark pubic hair which swam just beneath the surface, catching the soap bubbles. We saw her emerge half covered by her towel, her legs naked. I was fascinated as she stepped out of the tub and toweled herself off, revealing her breasts and nipples and the dark secret shadowy spot with the waving hair. Penny got into that soapy water after mom. I watched my bare sister in the bath. I had never paid much attention to her childish body, other than being happy that I had all my external equipment compared to the mostly nothing she showed. She had no breasts or pubic hair like mom, but even so her chests and pee place were there. I could not help but look at her because she looked pretty. Being taught to be polite I asked if I could get in with her. "Yes you may," she said. I usually did what Penny said, as though she were the older child. I climbed into the bath with my erect penis. My sister could not stop staring at it. "I like that," she said. I sat down in the other end of the tub from her. Penny and I soon splashed water everywhere, and our black and red heads of hair were plastered to our scalps. I scrubbed her back, and her little hands scraped up and down on mine. When short chunky Penny climbed all over me she pushed me backward so I was almost underwater. And then she lay back on top of my skinny tummy and spread her legs wide. "I feel something hard." "It's nothing. Don't touch!" "What's this? It's growing up!" "It is, he-he-he!" "Hey, it's moving!" "Quit looking at it so much." And we watched my `king tinkler' stiffen up again between her thighs as though it were really hers. We laughed and laughed while she held it and I felt her fingers on me. Then I peed high up in the air and down into the bath. Mom came by wrapped in her towel while my sister was holding my now very hard penis, and I tried to cover myself with Penny's legs, knowing our sour mom would disapprove. "No, Jacob!" mom scolded. "No!" Our mother got right on her knees by the tub and went after me with a scratchy washcloth and suds. "We have to wash all that dirtiness off your body now." "Aach! Noo! I don't want my hair washed. Mom!" She attacked my ears like I was a little kid. "Cut it out! Lay off the ears! You know how I hate water in my ears!" "Enough, Cobby. You need a scrubbing, you are filthy!" "I am not!" I yelled. "You just look too close!" I was desperate to get under the water and hide beneath my hands and Penny. Mom scraped the cloth in my armpits and hoisted my legs in the air so that it sprang out. "Hey! That's private!" "Cobby! Look at you!" I acted innocent, but mom stared at my 9 year old erection. "There's more here than I thought." Mom kept looking at me. "Seeing you with no pants on, Jacob, brings back a rush of memories. Memories of being with my older brother up in the old tree house back at Pike Lake Crossroads." Finally mom said, "You two are way too old to bathe together. It is not fitting." I actually did not really understand what mom meant at the time, although I guessed it had to do with my sister Penny's sudden interest in my body and its obvious differences from her own. Mom said for me to get on out of the tub and she stood me in front of her. I politely held a hand over my front until it went down. I was scared of a spanking, but it turned out mom was not in her usual disagreeable mood. In fact she looked kindly at me with a bright delighted smile. All of a sudden I was pleased to be her center of attention. "Well!" she exclaimed with one of her rare and wonderful laughs. "You certainly do flaunt it; but then boys must be boys." "You mean my tinkler?" "I believe you may call it a `cock' now, by the looks of it." Mom grinned as she dried my neck, shoulders and belly. Her long fingers brushed my nipples and caused them to stand off my chest. Her slick hand rubbed my tummy, tickling my outie belly button, then down and back up each thin, hairless leg. She dried me off with the edge of her towel and began to wipe my groin clean. I felt her hand touch my shoulder to turn me to face her, my cock pointing at her now and quivering with my rapid pulse. She gently wiped my crack and hole and I sighed while my tinkler stood absolutely hard at attention once more. My `cock' looked like a lolly-pop, with its stretched out thin stick and very round top. Mom said with a smile, "You are indeed a `grower', as Cousin Max says. You've grown into a man before my very eyes." She cupped my small balls with her palm, stroking them and tugging lightly on the sack. "Such a beautiful boy. So soft, so warm, so hard. A perfect boy." Then with her other hand she began to rub the back of my neck. She had not done this in a long time. As I raised my eyes, I saw her wet hair and moist body covered with the big towel. Her face looked a little bit confused. I saw more and more of her body as her towel began to fall away. I started to have that funny sensation in my groin, almost like I needed to pee right away from climbing on the clothes pole. She kept rubbing my neck, and then my back, and slowly down. "May I touch it, sweetie?" she asked, even while running a finger along the underside of my penis. Then mom gripped me and stroked it all at once. I moaned loudly, feeling that electric jolt of need-to-pee between my balls and little hole. I did not know what to think. Mom laughed, gently shaking her head from side to side. She turned around and dropped the towel that had hidden her beautiful body. I was so embarrassed that I closed my eyes tight. I did not even know if it was proper to have those thoughts. She came to me, put her hands on me, and gently kissed me. I was scared and excited. All of a sudden she stuck something into my mouth, her tongue. Thick and long and firm it twiddled between my lips and then fully in my mouth, gagging me. Me body went all stiff and I about wretched. Then my mouth was empty, lips still smooched hard by my mom, and I don't know how but my own tongue sidled out into my mother's mouth. I felt her stony teeth, her living slithering tongue, her warm mouth. All of a sudden she sucked on it, my tongue, hard. My stiff body jerked stiffer, like plugged into a light socket. She worked on my tongue like a calf sucking your finger, waves all through me, sucking me up, like being sucked through a straw. Then she broke the kiss and sat back. It had just lasted a second. My eyes and mouth and all of me were wide open before her. She looked so beautiful. She brushed her fingers along the top of my penis. "It won't hurt," she murmured. "How does that feel?" "Uh," I struggled to breathe. "Okay." Finally I said, "It prickles." "I think that means it likes it. It sure looks like you're in a happy mood. Maybe momma should give you a hand. Let's pull your foreskin back a little." "Hah! Mom! What are you doing?" "You don't want it stuck. Later when you get special girl and boy friends they'll like pulling it back." "M-m-mom! Ha!" "Oh yes. You really are my big boy!" "Oooh momma! Oh, momma!" She whispered something about it being smooth and beautiful. She trembled and looked scared. I was afraid she would grab me. "Do you want me to stop, honey?" she said, wrapping her hand around it. "Oh mom, I don't know. It's..., uhh, mmm!" I was feeling something unlike what I had ever felt before. I was breathing heavy and so was she as she fondled my backside with one hand and moved her fingers up and down along my stiff cob, questioning me with her eyes. She had her secret pleased and knowing smile that I had seen when she was with dad. "Ungh, yeah. My stomach is all tingly too, mom. Oh..." She calmed me by kissing me on the shoulder and gave me a hug. "Oh honey, you're so cute when you're nervous. It's so hard. Boys aren't supposed to be hard from being with their mothers," she teased. "But I didn't mean it, mom. It just gets bigger when I look at you." She moved close with her arm around me. "You must really like mommy a lot, and that's what makes you hard. You're just stirred up. You'll make babies with it one day." I was afraid, but I loved what it felt like between her fingers. I started to pant. My pulse was racing and I did not know what was happening to me. "Well, I still owe you a kiss. A little kiss for my son. So stand very still." Teeth clenched, I felt an exquisitely unpleasant fullness in my throat. I remember I started moaning when she lowered her head and touched my cock tip with her lips in a slow kiss. I chirped when she let her lips slip over my bell end, holding me in her warm, wet smooch, her hands gripping and fingering my buttocks to keep me there. "...mom!" Her mouth sucked rhythmically and tight on my tinkler like she had sucked on my tongue. Electric shocks again went through me. I felt me grow longer and fatter in her mouth and very, very hard. I heard myself groan. My hands went to her head and grabbed on, my knees trembled and my body jerked from the contact. I had the strongest urge to urinate through my carrot-hard tinkler, and I almost screamed as I felt a burning dry release. Penny just watched from the cooling tub, the tip of her tongue held between her teeth. Mom slowly pulled away, drips of saliva stringing from her lips to my little very stiff penis. Mom chanted to us in her sing-song way, "The mother came face to face with him who was the love of her soul. She took him by the hands, seized him and would not let him go, bringing him to her bedroom, into her chamber where she had conceived him." (Canticles of Cainan, 3:4) ****** ****** OUR SECRET GAME So when mom called gaily, "Jacob, Penelope," inviting us to come all unclothed and get in her bed with her, I somehow knew it was special. "Mommy, you smell really nice," Penny said. Penny knew what our mother liked. She reached across to stroke and toy with mom's big breasts and licked her nipples. I cuddled nude behind Penny like spoons, loving the feel of her bare butt pulled into the curve of my body and watching close. But when called I hopped up to lie by mother's other breast, and I knew to bend one leg over her naked thigh on my side. I remember so well, feeling her crinkly pubic hair down there rubbing my knee. I was frightened by what I saw between my mom's legs. To me, it looked like a huge, wet, hungry mouth. I was scared by that luring crevice, the lips rigid under her stroking finger, the liquid that came like the saliva of a hungry person. I imagined this hunger of a woman as tremendous, ravenous, and insatiable. I felt that I could never satisfy it. Mom cupped her hand over my naked bottom and fingered me there until I instinctively moved over closer and closer and on top of her. Now it was my belly feeling the crinkly pubic hair and then she had me climb higher towards her breasts. "Oh my babies!" she kissed my ear and murmured. "Lick this one here baby." I grinned at Penny as we played our secret game with mommy's nipples, watching them bounce up and down. The look and feel of my mother's big and full breasts made me want to lick, to suckle, to press my face against them, and to smother under their bursting fullness, to fill my mouth with the nipples and to magically press myself inside of her. Coupled with both of us kids sucking her nipples, mom soon jumped, nearly knocking me off as her hips snapped hard, and she gave out a shriek. "Ohh, ahh, whee! Oh, sweetie I can't stop... " "Mommy, are you okay? Does it hurt?" Penny asked. "Don't stop, honey. Mommy likes feeling the `surprise' rippling inside her." Then mom recited, "The mother took us by the hand into her house, her home, that she might instruct us and be our teacher. She caused us to drink from her perfumed breasts, the spiced juice of her round fruit. Her left hand was under my head, her right hand about me to caress and embrace me." (Canticles of Cainan, 8: 2, 3) My mother gave me a long intense kiss on my mouth which made it hard to breathe. "Mommy loves you so much, sweetie." She tucked her hand around under my butt to pull me lower on her actually, and really went at me. The more she pressed at my bum hole, the more itchy the pee sensation grew and the more I wriggled around on top of her. My young penis, my cob, was stiff and it got pushed into where it was hot, wet and soft, and the crinkly hair tickled it. "Stay on me this time, Jacob. You're my little strong man!" "You're so wet, mom." It seemed to me that my little penis and me would be swallowed up forever between her legs. She put both her hands on my bottom and fingered my hole as she clenched me to her, actually rubbing herself with me. I can't describe what I was feeling then. I was excited and scared stiff. I remembered struggling as in a dream, as though my arms and legs were flailing to swim through clear thick gelatinous waters, desperate to hold my breath in a whirlpool. It was warm and very soft. She clamped both arms around me and strangled me with her great thighs. What was she doing? She searched for my mouth with her lips and sucked on me mightily until I put my tongue fully into her maw as before. She drew long hard slurps along my tongue. My whole body stiffened even more, particularly my little cock. I could feel it rock hard in the warm wet between her legs. She broke the kiss and looked at me in pleasure with wild laughing eyes. I was terrified and delighted and timid and eager and felt so wrong and so right as she pulled me up against her again and again. I locked onto Penny's eyes. My mouth fell open and my eyes bugged with the new sensations and sounds. Strange things occurred. I enjoyed this so much. Inside I was feeling so shy with shame and at the same time happy from feelings and pleasures that were new. It was truly wonderful and terrible. "Yes Jacob! That's the spot. Rub it harder! Oh, baby, yes," mom moaned. A fearful and delicious dry electric warmth went all through me. And then, "Oh no, Jacob, don't stop, please...." All on its own my body actually shuddered and I shriveled up helplessly like a spider on a hot stove and rolled away all in a ball. When I got soft and floppy, mom whimpered sadly through her tears, "Oh no, Jacob." "I can't," I said. Our mother turned aside and cried and shooed us away. "Jacob!" She snapped. Uh-oh, our mom was doing another of her lightning turnarounds from sweet and bright back to sour and black. "I've never seen a child as dirty and disgusting as you. Look at you! You made me go wet. Get out of my bed. Go back to your room. Shut up, you filthy little beast! I should have put you in an orphanage, grandson or son or not. Into the bathroom! Cover up, and wipe my juices off yourself. Hurry up, damn you! Now give me my scissors from the medicine chest. Take that filthy thing in your hand. Stretch it out. Look down. Do you want me to cut it off? Do you? I pledge you my word, Jacob, if you ever defy me again I'll cut it off. Do you understand?" I grabbed my shorts and ran outside to escape another of mom's sudden flips from light to dark. I slid up and down the clothes pole again and again, sparking anew my need-to-pee feeling. When I finally came in, Penny was asleep on the couch with a towel draped over her. Mom was dressed and in the kitchen, visibly angry with us or herself, silently working at the stove. We never spoke of it, and it never happened again that way, but it never left my mind. My fondest hope was to bring the joy to her that I somehow hadn't done that day. I only wish I had been able to have real sex with my mother back then; I think about that often. Yours truly, JACOB SCHWANN ********** * * *