Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 09:13:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mom and her boys - 1

The first time Eddy and I jerked off together, we were round at my
uncles's. In his shed, in fact, where I had discovered his secret cache
of dirty mags. So Eddy and I feasted our eyes on the porn while we beat
out meat and shot our loads. It was ace doing it with Eddy, much better
than doing it on my own. The next time, I suggested to Eddy that we
should jerk each other, and he agreed. Wow, that was cool. His cock is
bigger than mine and he's got a foreskin or whatever you call it and I
really got horny wrapping my fingers round it and bringing him off while
he did the same for me. After a few times of mutual jacking, we no longer
needed my uncle's dirty mags, we just enjoyed each other's cocks and
watching as we stroked them and shot our warm cum over each other.I asked
my mom if Eddy could sleep over for a night and she said that it was ok.

That was the first time Eddy and I had been completely naked together and
in the same bed. Of course our hands were all over each other in no time,
and we must have spunked up two or three times during that night, making a
real awful cummy mess on the bedsheets. It was so fucking good, I tell you,
being with Eddy and playing with each other's cocks. We hung out together
the following day, just messing about, had another mutual jerk session in
the afternoon, and then Eddy went home.

When I got back, my mom was waiting for me. I could see that she was in
some kind of mood, she had that tight-assed look that mothers get when
they want to bawl you out for something.
"What on earth were you boys doing in that bed? The sheets were
disgusting!"
Of course she KNEW what we had been doing. Moms always know. What was I
supposed to say?
"Dunno, mom."
"You don't know?? Well, I know. You two were masturbating, weren't you?"
I looked at her, then down at my shoes.
"Just one thing, my boy," she continued, "Tell me, did you touch each
other?"
"What do you mean, mom?"
"You know perfectly well what I mean! Did you hold Eddy's penis and did
he hold yours? Did you masturbate each other?"
Hell, what was the point of denying it?
"Yeah. I guess."
"What do you mean, "I guess"? You were jacking each other off, am I
right?"
I nodded. She paused.
"Tell me about Eddy. Is he cut like you?"
"Cut?"
"Is he circumcised?"
"No, mom, he has like this skin over his..." I didn't know the proper
words so I stopped.
"Ah, he is uncut. Interesting."
She looked away, sliding her hands down over her hips, like she was
thinking of something nice. Dreaming, maybe. Then she pulled herself
together and her voice was stern again.
"And what else did you do? Come on, I want to know."
I frowned. What else? What else was there? Boys jack off, sometimes they
jack each other off.
What else was there? I just didn't know what she was getting at. I really
didn't. Then I remembered, and I guess I blushed.
"Sorry, mom, we raided the fridge and ate the whole of the pecan pie. We
were hungry. But, listen, I will buy another one out of my pocket money.
I promise."
My mom burst out laughing, her huge boobs rising and falling.
"Pecan pie! Pecan pie!"
I tell you, I don't understand women, and I sure didn't understand why my
mom was laughing so much when I had confessed to eating the pie without
asking first. She came over and ruffled my hair and pulled me too her,
crushing me against her chest till I could hardly breathe.
"Oh, you darling boy," she said, "I am blessed. Don't worry about the
pecan pie. What I meant was did you and Eddy do anything else, you know,
any other kind of sex stuff, apart from jacking each other?"
Weird. Really weird.
"Not sure what you mean, mom," I said, genuinely puzzled.
She let me go, straightened up, adjusted her blouse and her skirt and put
on her business-like face.
"Very well, Jack. Subject closed. But the next time Eddy stays over, we
are going to have a different arrangement. I don't want to spend my life
washing your sticky stuff off the sheets. And I can see that you two boys
are in need of some serious education!"
And that was that.
The next time Eddy slept over, it was very very different, and I found
out things about myself - and about my mom - that I never dreamt of.

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