Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2018 22:20:01 +0000 From: Master Subject: Full Male Service Part 7 Feedback is welcome at office435@zoho.com. Please don't forget to support Nifty. The following story is one of a series of writings of fantasy. It is fantasy because do the characters involved, who seem to live in TV advert happy family land, exist? The world would be a better place if it did! Surely sexual consensual relationships between adults and children, and between children, do happen in the real world. However, if discovered, the price for the individuals, whatever their age, makes their lives not worth living in today's world. So in theory, don't try to emulate the stories and the rest goes without saying. This story is all fiction. All names, locations, and places are made up. The content of the story is created by the fervent activity of my mind. Precious Mother and Son's Time (FMS07) Towards the end of his thirteenth year of age Miles returned from another day at school having walked the half mile, which only took him 10 minutes or so in the company of his close friend and confidant Nicholas. Turning to walk up the drive he noted that only the Defender was in the drive which meant that his father was out visiting clients in the Range Rover, but his mother was home. He also knew that his younger brother Jake who was now ten was out at a friend's birthday party, so it would be just him and his mother in the for at least an hour or so. He used his Yale key to unlock the front door of the semi-detached four bedroom Victorian house, with its gardens front and rear and garage to the side. There were times when he wished his father wasn't so busy visiting his clients and could spend more time with him. However, he acknowledged that it was his father John's many hours of seemingly endless paperwork that meant he and his family could afford to live in such a splendid situation. Nicholas who lived not so far away lived in mid terraced house which was much smaller. Closing the door behind him, he dropped his school bag on the floor before bending over to untie his double knotted laces and remove his black size 7 school shoes which he put in the shoe rack, making sure the laces were tucked inside. His habit of tidiness was something that he had inherited from his father from years of filing paperwork. Next he removed his school blazer which he hung on the coat hooks above the shoe rack. "I'm in the lounge," called out his mum. "Ok mum, I'll just drop my school bag in my room," Miles replied before heading up the stairs to dump the heavy bay underneath his desk. At the same time, he removed his school tie and unbuttoned his shirt top button. Returning to the ground floor he entered the lounge to find his mother sitting on the floor with her back against a soft chair. It was almost the time in the year in which the underfloor heating would no longer be needed so she was enjoying it whilst she could. "How was your day?" she asked her son. "Oh it was okay. Just had yet another lecture in assembly this morning about internet safety and being aware of people around you and their intentions," he replied with resentment in his voice. "It's like everybody in the world is an enemy of kids and not to be trusted. I want to trust people." His mother thought for a minute before responding. Caught between the thoughts of a parent wanting their child not to suffer harm, but yet as an adult frustrated in the lack of trust in society with government checks here, there, and everywhere. People were constantly on the look-out for anybody who may, even with the most innocent of intentions, dare to interact with a child not their own. It was no wonder that voluntary children's organisations were closing down as nobody wanted to volunteer any more. "Sadly, I understand your frustration. I wish it was different because I know you are an outgoing sort of person who wants to have adult friends as well as people your own age. Your dad and me will have to think of something." "Thanks mum," Miles responded glad that he had such understanding parents. On his walks home from school with Nicholas they had discussed the very same issue. Nicholas's parents weren't as free in their thinking as Miles's parents. "Sure," responded Miles's mum as she stood up to hug her son who she was so proud of. They held their hug for some time wrapped in each other's arms, parent and child. After a little while, Marilyn started slowly rubbing her right hand down her son's back continuing all the way down until it landed on Miles's right buttock. Breaking the hug, she started to unbutton his white school shirt, working all the way down until she reached his trousers belt, then slipped it off his arms and letting it drop to the floor. Deftly she undid the belt then pushed the waistband button through its hole. "Let me guess, you're wearing your favourite Garcon underpants today," she suggested before proceeding to go any further. Garcon was a brand of boy's clothing named after the French word for boy and was very popular in of course France, but unheard of in the UK. The family had taken a holiday in the country the previous year and both their sons had taken a strong liking to the brand as it produced a style of clothes that they couldn't find elsewhere, especially in the underwear department." "Oh mum," Miles cringed. "You know I'm wearing them because you put them on the top of my other underwear in my drawer when you put my clean washing away. Anyway they're not underpants, they're boxer briefs, he corrected his mum. Not that Miles had any problem with wearing proper briefs, but whilst at school to be seen in them when getting changed for PE was not the done thing sadly. Marilyn then unzipped the trouser fly to reveal indeed Miles was wearing the white sheer boxer briefs. Around the centre of the inch-wide elastic waistband ran a single blue line apart from the front where "Garcon" was printed in a matching blue. "Satisfied now," Miles said with a smile on his face. "Naturally," she responded whilst lowering her son's trousers until they gathered round his ankles. Miles obligingly lifted his feet out of them so that he now stood in just his boxer briefs and black socks. "I loved to take a photo of you just as you are now because you're absolutely adorable like that," Marilyn wished. "Don't you even think about it!" her son responded. "Anyway why is it just me that's getting undressed, how about I undress you?" "If you really want to you can," Marilyn responded. Miles proceeded to lift up his mother's T Shirt revealing her white stretch sports bra which showed off her breasts and nipples in the same way that the material of Miles's underwear was highlighting his genitals. Having removed the T-Shirt, he freed his mother' s breasts from the bra and having done so cheekily sucked on each of the nipples. "Sorry, you won't get anything from them now you're too late!" Marilyn exclaimed lifting Miles's head away from her breasts. Next Miles pulled his mother's grey trackies down so that just as he was, she was left standing in her underwear of white high leg briefs. "Why don't you lie on the sofa," she said and taking hold of Miles's right hand led him over to the sofa. Miles lowered himself down and stretched out his legs so that his whole body was totally available for his mother's ministrations. Marilyn knelt down beside the sofa and kissed her son on his forehead, then lightly on his lips with a closed mouth. Then on down to his boy nipples which she suckled so that as small as they were they became erect with the attention. Marilyn felt the reaction on the tip of her tongue as it glided over the nipples and as much she would have liked to have lingered there, it was time to move on. Kissing her way down the boy's torso she reached Mile's favourite boxer briefs and she could understand why her son liked them as the white stretchy material with an almost translucent effect hugged his genitals so well. There was nothing left to the viewer's imagination as to what nestled underneath. By now of course with all the attention his body was getting, Miles's uncut penis had shifted itself in its becoming erect and was now pointing straight up to the brief's waistband. Marilyn nuzzled the prize possession through the material from its tip down the shaft to its root, then finally kissed the scrotum lying beneath. "Ah mum!" Miles exclaimed, "that is so enjoyable." Hi mum smiled pleased that she was bringing pleasure to her boy child. She proceeded to kiss down the boy's inner thighs and legs until she reached his feet. Being that Miles hadn't showered yet she decided to only remove his black socks and not minister to his feet. Now, if somebody had recorded the whole event then it would have made for a unique film as nowhere on the internet clear, or dark, could such a similar happening be found, though of course for good reason. There wouldn't be many families in the UK that would entertain such, let's be honest, erotic love in their lives. Marilyn hooked her fingers in the briefs waistband and lifted it over the erect penis before lowering them down her son's legs. "There, now you are totally free and you are beautiful," she complimented Miles. "I really like it when you undress me and get me naked," Miles responded. "You're very unusual for a thirteen-year old!" his mum laughed as she removed her own briefs to join her son in being totally naked. She took hold of her son's hands and placed them on her breasts, then put her hands directly onto Miles's exposed genitals. "Mmm, your puberty is really showing its self, you've got more pubic hair now," Marilyn noted aloud, running her fingers through the dark short curly hair. "I know, and I hope I grow up like dad and not have too much hair because I see some men in the swimming pool and they look like bears," Miles acknowledged. "Some men actually shave their whole pubic area because they want to remain boy like," his mum explained. "But you'll have to wait until you've finished your teen years. Otherwise, you'll get mocked if anybody sees you and obviously none of us want that." "I'll think about that when I'm older," Miles responded. With that Marilyn took her son's penis into her mouth and began to play with it with her tongue. The boy bucked his hips upwards as his sensitivity levels hurtled toward the roof. His mother gently tongued the glans as the foreskin had withdrawn leaving it exposed. Finding the pee slit she held the penis still with her lips whilst using the tip of her tongue to part the slit and enter into its opening. She was pleased to taste the most intimate part of her offspring. Next she swirled her tongue around the glans with her actions causing the penis to twitch and stretch. Cupping Miles's testicles in her hands she molested them gently so as not to bruise them. Miles's body couldn't stand the attention any more. Having produced pre-cum that forewarned that her son was about to actually ejaculate, Marilyn withdrew her lips just in time as her son spurted milky white fluid from his penis which dropped onto his chest then his tummy. "My boy will make a girl very happy one day!" she said with a big smile. "I hope so too because I want to have four sons when I have my own family," Miles laughed. Marilyn dipped a finger into the cum and rubbed it around Miles's middle. She then licked the finger to taste her son's ejaculate. "It's kind of sweet," she commented. "I know, I have tasted it before," Miles responded. "Kind of weird eating something which has come out of the same place as my pee." Miles's sex organ was now losing its erect status and returning to laying on top of his scrotum. His foreskin covered the glans once again hiding his pee slit. For one more time, Marilyn couldn't resist fondling her son's gentiles -- it may well be the last time he would allow her to do so. "I think you had better go and have a shower to clean up," his mom instructed, "because it's time to make dinner." "Okay, thanks mum for giving me so much pleasure, I love you very much," responded Miles getting to his feet, his penis having returned to a flaccid state. With that he picked up his clothes and headed for the shower.