Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 17:10:54 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: Helping Mommy - TG/Teen Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. If you don't want to read stuff like this, what the fuck are you doing on this site in the first place. _________________________________________ I know its wrong. I know I'm probably going to hell. But I can't help it. And really, I'm not hurting anyone but...society would condemn me and call me sick and evil and twisted. But....I suppose I should start at the beginning. My name is Pamela. Pam for short. I was 16 when I got pregnant with my son, Chris. It was a scandal in the small town where I lived and my parents nearly threw me out of the house. The father was my high school biology teacher. Hehehe...yeah...I know what you're thinking...he taught me some biology all right. Anyway, he took off as soon as the scandal broke and barely missed getting caught by the proverbial angry villagers with torches and pitchforks. It was rough for a while. People giving me dirty looks in the supermarket. Not being allowed to attend school. Living with my parents' near constant condemnation and reproachful looks. I got through it though. Eventually earning my GED and moving with my beautiful boy across the country and away from they hypocritical bastards when I turned 18. I was able to find a decent job as a file clerk in a big law firm and eventually learned how to be a legal secretary. The pay was very good and my son and I lived comfortably. When he was 6 I was assigned to Larry, one of the new attorneys in the firm. I was a hot 22 year old and Larry was fresh out of law school at 26. We fell in love almost immediately. We kept our relationship secret form everyone at the firm for a while and then decided it was just too complicated, so I quit and married Larry and became a homemaker. I loved it. For a time we were deliriously happy. For a while. Then I began to feel like something was missing. It finally dawned on me one day while I was at the park with my Chris who was 7 years old by then. I saw some other mothers playing with their daughters. Ohhhing and Ahhhing over their cute little dresses, their pretty hats, their long curly hair...and I began to realize that I wanted a daughter. Oh don't get me wrong. I loved Chris to death. He was a delightful little boy. Quiet and studious. Neat and polite. But he was a boy. I couldn't buy him all the pretty things I saw other little girls wearing. I couldn't play house with him like my mom had with me (before I went and got knocked up and earned her scorn). Chris did enjoy helping me in the kitchen but it just wasn't the same. The longing grew and Larry and I talked about it and eventually he agreed that we should try to have a baby. The sex was awsome. If you've never had sex with the intent of making a baby you can't understand. Most of the time when you have sex, even if you're on birth control, there's always that little nagging fear in the back of your head. But when you're actually TRYING to get pregnant, there's a freedom. A liberation. There's no worrying, "Did I take my pill today?" or "What if the condom breaks." To put it simply...we fucked like rabbits. Our sex life had always been pretty good, but this took it to a whole new level. We'd fuck in the morning when Larry woke up with morning "wood". We'd meet for lunch and fuck again. I'd meet him downtown at the office and senak off to a nearby hotel like we used to when I was still working. Sometimes we couldn't even wait to get to the hotel and we'd fuck in his office. We'd fuck when he got home, in the hottub, in the living room, while watching TV, during dinner (breaking I don't how many sets of dishes when we'd suddenly just look at each other and sweep everything off the table). I'm embaressed to say that Chris caught us on more than one occasion. Some people might think it wrong but we didn't care if he saw or even watched. Why shouldn't he know that his parents loved each other so much that they couldn't keep their hands off each other. The first time he walked in on us in our bedroom we stopped and explained to him what we were doing and why and he stood there watching for a few minutes before apparently getting bored and walking out. After that when he'd find us in the throws of passion with Larry's big hard cock buried deep in my dripping pussy he'd more often than not just shake his head and leave us to our lust filled fucking. Sometimes he'd laugh and say, "You guys look so silly," and we'd have to laugh too. After about two months it finally happened. I was late and took an "at-home" test and sure enough, I was preggers. If anything, our sex life increased even more, if that's possible. The hormones made me incredibly horny and I almost coulnd't keep my hands off Larry's cock. We'd be sitting on the couch just watching Tv when suddenly a wave of lust filled passion would wash over me and I'd practically rip Larry's shorts off and fall to my knees and begin sucking him. I didn't even care if Chris was sitting right there the whole time. Sometimes Chris would get annoyed because he couldn't hear the TV over our moaning so he'd get up and go to his room, but several times I happened to glance over and see him watching intently. His own cute little cock poking up threw his jammies. I mentioned this to Larry when we were alone and suggested that maybe he should show Chris how to masterbate so the little guy cold get some relief. Larry said he'd consider it but I didn't know if he ever did show Chris the joys of pleasuring himself. As my belly grew, so did my libido. Larry's too. He loved feeling the baby kick as I rod his cock up and down. And when my milk dropped and my tits began leaking, he took immense pleasure in suckiling on them like a baby. Chris walked in on us once while Larry was sucking on my tits and he became curious when he heared Larry's noisy slurping. I explained to him about breastfeeding and how mommies made milk and then he shocked me by asking, "Can I taste it?" Larry stopped suckling and we looked at each other. I was sitting on top of Larry's cock, his big tool buried in my wet cunt to the hilt (our favorite position ever since my belly made missionary or doggy style too uncomfortable). "It's up to you," Larry said quietly. I could feel his cock twitching inside me and realized with a start that the thought of watching my 7 year old son suckling on my big milky tits turned him on. I told Chris to come up on the bed with us and had him sit next to his dad. Larry was in a sitting position and his cock was still inside me. Larry took one of my breasts and showed Chris how to suckle the nipple. Chris followed his lead and took my other breast in his two little hands and brought his mouth closer to my nipple. A little milk squirted out and hit Chris in the face and he laughed. He licked it off his lips and said, "Hmmm...not bad," and brought his mouth to my engorged nipple and began to suckle. A chill went through my body as my two boys sucked. I'd never been so horny before in my life. I was nursing my two boys. Feeding them. Giving my body to them. I began rocking back and forth on Larry's cock. My cunt was so wet that Larry's lap was soaking wet with my juices. I ground my pubis against Larry and let out a moan of passion as my clit pressed and rubbed against his public bone. Chris looked up at me and I gasped in a throaty whisper, "Its ok baby. It feels good. Don't stop." I looked down at Larry nursing on my tit and his eyes looked up at me. I could see him swallowing my milk and felt him smile around my nipple. Incredibly it seemed like Larry's cock got even bigger inside me and I suddenly felt it begin to twich. Larry's eyes rollled up in the back of his head as his orgasm hit him. That setme off as well and I threw my head back and moaned, "Ohhhhhh yessssss fuckk me I'm cuuuummminnnngg." My cunt juices flowed all over Larry and I could smell the musky sent filling the room. When we finished cumming, I looked down and Larry lifted his face from my tit. Chris was still suckling and I watch a few drops of milk dribble down his chin. When he realized we were watching him he took his mouth away and smiled. "You guys are so silly," he giggled. "Did you like that," I asked. He nodded and then, as though it had been nothing more than tasting a morsel of food from mommy's plate he said, "Yeah. It tastes ok. Can I go watch TV?" I told him "Ok" and he strolled out of the room like nothing unusual had happened. I lay down next to Larry on my side. Rubbing my belly and feeling the baby kick. Larry and I talked about what had just happened. We agreed that it was an incredible experience but not one that we'd encourage. We agreed, however, that it was probably a very healthy thing for Chris to have experienced and didn't seem to have adversely affected him. As we discussed the erotic nature of what we'd done, Larry got hard again and I went down on him and sucked my juices frm his raging hard-on. We lay on our sides in a sort of 69 position and Larry played with my pussy and rubbed my belly as I let him face fuck me. Tasting our mingled cum and pussy juice on his tool as I swirled my tongue around the big mushroom head and then licked his balls. I rubbed his nutsack with the palm of my hand and bobbed my head up and down on him, tasting precum oozing from his piss slit. The bed rocked and squeaked as Larry thrust himself deeper into my mouth. I loved him so much at that moment I wanted to have him deep inside my throat. I bobbed my head lower and lower, taking him further into my mouth with each suck and thrust until his balls were against my chin and I could feel the tip of his beautiful cock in the back of my throat. I'd long since learned how to deep throat him without gagging and I swallowed repeatedly. My throat muscles massaging his cock as I played with his balls. Lightly running my fingernails across his sensitive scrotum and tickling the spot between his asshole and sack. I was moaning and groaning with lust. I wanted to eat him up. I was so hungry for his cock that I was drooling and saliva leaked from the corners of my mouth. Meanwhile, Larry was expertly fingering my cunt. I was still so wet a dripping with juice that his fingers made squishing noises as he thrust one, then two then three fingers insde me. He pressed his hand hard against my pussy as his fingeres massaged the inner walls of my cunt. His thumb pressed against my clit and he rubbed it faster. Bringing my cunt juice from his fingers to my clit to keep it well lubricated. Our breathing increased as we played with each other until Larry suddenly groaned and let loose a load of hot sticky white cum down my throat. I pulled back some in order to use my tongue and to taste his next shot. I loved the taste of him and sucked hard on his prick trying to get every drop of that salty nectar. My own orgasm began seconds later and I let loose another smaller flood of cunt juice onto Larry's hand. I took my free hand and pressed his harder against my greedy cunt, rocking my hips as my orgasm washed over me and my pussy cream washed over Larry's hand. All too soon our orgasms ended and we lay there exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms. During my pregnancy, I prayed almost every day for a girl. I made sure that the main part of my prayer was for a healthy baby of course. But I'd always throw in at the end, "And please, God, let me have a girl." God must have heard my prayers because just over nine months after taking the pregnancy test my darling, precious Gabrielle was born. I know everyone thinks their baby is the most beautiful in the world, but even the nurses commented on how gorgeous my little Gabby was. She had a light wisp of golden hair and the most incredible green eyes and when she looked at me for the first time I cried with joy. The first time I breastfed her all I could think of was the time not a month earlier when I had nursed Larry and Chris and I got so horny that as soon as the nurse left us alone I slipped my hand under the blanket and masterbated my still sore cunny. I came while nursing my Gabby that first time and realized that my orgasm was better at reducing the pain of the afteraffects of childbirth than any of the drugs the hospital was giving me. For the next few months, life was bliss. Compared to what we'd had when I was pregnant, sex was almost non-exisistent but both Larry and I knew that we'd get back into the routine as soon as my insides got back to normal. I worked out in the gym and within 3 months I had my shape nearly back to the way it was before I'd gotten pregnant. I had a little girl and began buying her all the dresses and pretty outfits I could, even knowing that it would be years before she would be able to wear some of them. Chris turned 8 and life was good. But God has a funny way of answering your prayers sometimes, as they say, and in the midst of my joy and happiness tragedy struck. I had a doctor's appointment and Gabby had a "Mommy and Me" class, so I asked Larry if he could take her. Like the darling he was he said, "Sure" without hesitation. I'd gotten a clean bill of health from the doctor and was abut to walk out the door when my cell phone rang and my life changed forever. On the way to the class, a truck lost control and rammed into Larry's car. There was no easy way to say it. They were gone. Poof. Just like that. Chris and I were alone again. I don't even remember much of the following week and I wouldn't bore you with the details of the funeral. Larry's employers were wonderful and handled everything for me. They still thought of me as "family" and took care of everything. Larry had been an only child and his parents had died while he was in college so everything came to Chris and myself. He had a sizable life insurance policy so at least we wouldn't have to worry about finances. To say I was devatated is putting it mildly. I knew I was sinking into a depression but I had to snap myself out of it for Chris' sake. He was my anchor during this time and I was his. Even though Larry wasn't his biological father, he loved him as much as any boy would love their Dad and so we consoled each other. Many nights we found ourselves laying in bed together crying in each other's arms and just holding each other. The days passed and, since it was summer and Chris had no school, we found ourselves in a rut. Wake, shower, eat, watch TV, eat, more TV, play some games, cry, eat, more TV, more crying, sleep. This had gone on for several days when I finally broke the malaise. What happened was, as I said in the beginning of this story, very wrong. But I can't say that I'm sorry. Had it not happened, I don't know what Chris and I would've done or how deep our mutual dression would've taken us. It began when i realized I hadn't pumped my breasts in nearly a day. It had been about two weeks since God took Larry and Gabby from us and Chris and I had had an especially tough day. I'd been cleaning out larry's things form the closet to donate to charity when a note fell out of one of his jacket pockets. It was a silly stupid love note that he'd written on a piece of hotel stationary during one of our afternoon romps while I was pregnant. Its not important what it said (at least not to anyone but me) but there was a line about how happy I made him and how if he died that moment he'd nevertheless feel his life complete. I lost it then. I broke down crying. Sitting in the closet. Chris walked in on me and saw the note and being a bright boy, he figured out what had set me off and he sat down next to me to comfort me. Before long, we were both crying. The rest fo the day was spent in a fog of tears and it was after dinner when we were zoned out in front of the TV that my breasts began to hurt. I felt wetness in my nursing bra and realized I was leaking and the pain was because I hadn't pumped. Over the previous two weeks, pumping my breasts had become a chore I hated. It reminded me of the joy I felt breastfeeding Gabby and of the special time Larry, Chris and I had shared. The act of pumping my breasts dry and disposing of my milk was an agonizing reminder of what I'd lost and I would put it off as long as I could most days. This day I had put it off longer than normal. I winced in pain and a small gasp escaped my lips. Chris asked what was wrong and I explained it to him. I probably said more than I should have when i told him how much I destested pumping my tits "like I was some god forsaken cow" becuase he piped up with, "I could...you know...if you...I mean....if it would make you feel better...I...um...could...you know...like we did with daddy that time...." I looked down at him. My beautiful boy. My rock. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized he was asking if I would like for him to nurse my breasts so I wouldn't have to pump. I thought about it for a moment. If I refused him, it would be like a slap in the face. It would be like telling him I didn't want his comfort. I didn't want his help. As if in a dream, my hands went to my blouse and began to unbutton it. I slid my blouse off and reached behind me to unhook my bra rather than simply undoing the nursing flap. For some reason I felt like I wanted to be completely bare for him. For the first time in two weeks I saw Chris smile. It was a shy smile. Not one of complete joy but rather the smile of a boy who's been told he can help his mommy out with something. I pulled Chris ontoo my lap and he laid his head across my arm much as Gabby would have when I nursed her. He looked up into my eyes with a hesitant look as if to say, "Are you sure this is ok?" I simply nodded and he took my breast in his hands and moved his face to my nipple. As happened the last time he suckled me some milk squirted out onto his face and I heard him giggle. Ohhhh God...that giggle...I hadn't realized until that moment howmuch I'd missed that laugh. A tear fell down my cheek as he took my tit in his mouth and I felt the milk begin to flow as he suckled me. I cried quietly so as not to scare him as I thought of all that I'd lost. Chris continued to suckle me and a tear fell onto his cheek. He looked up with my nipple still in his mouth. Sucking, drinking my warm milk and I smiled down at him. I had lost much, but I smiled because I thought of all that I still had. This beautiful boy. My son. My rock. I smiled for the first time in weeks, and as the pain left my breast and brought with it some relief, not just of the physical pain, but of the emotional pain as well and I began to feel something else I hadn't felt in the last couple of weeks. I began to get aroused. I shifted slightly on the couch as I felt a heat rising in my cunny. I felt a dampness in my panties and realized I was getting wet. I didn't want to break the moment but I needed to rub myself...to touch my cunny...to scratch the itch that was growing in my cunt. I shifted again slightly and squeezed my thighs together."This is wrong," I said to myself. "I shouldn't be feeling this way." But I couldn't help it. I had no control over my body, over my emotions. I looked down at Chris and saw his little cock had slipped out of the fly in his jammies. It was stiff and twiched in time iwth his heartbeat. I couldn't take my eyes from it and I felt myself getting wetter. I could smell my cunt juices as my arousal increased. AS his little prick pulsed a word began to repeat in my head over and over like a metronome in time with my own heartbeat. In time with his twitching dick. In time with his sucking. It was all in perfect synch and the word kept repeating, "Cock...cock...cock....cock...his cock..." I couldnt take my eyes away. I couldn't hearing that word. I couldn't stop the pulsing in my pussy. I felt my tit nearly empty and Chris took his mouth away and said, "I think its done." I simply nodded, not trusting my own voice and mostioned for him to shift position so he could suckle frm my other engorged breast. As he turned around, his naked little cock brushed against my forearm and it twitched. Chris jumped a bit but tried not to show it. I felt an electric shock go through my arm and I gasped. Chris assumed it was because my breast still hurt and he quickly settled down and gently too my milky tit into hismouth and began to suckle again. He leaned against my other arm now and my gaze continued to be rivited to his darling little dickie. "His cock....cock...his cock....ohhhhh....I want it...I need it...ooohh God....his cock....cock...cock...I need his cock...." The thoughts came unbidden into my head. As my breast milk flowed from my other tit my cunt could take no more. I squeezed my thighs together even harder and my free hand slid along his leg until it was mere inches from his pretty bald little boy cock. I watched my fingers as though having an out of body experience. They crept closer to his shaft. I forced myself to look into his angelic face. His eyes were closed. He was so peaceful. Suckling me. Suddenly I felt my fingers touching his little shaft. I eyes flew open and he looked at me questioningly, without breaking his suck. I smiled down at him as my fingers closed on his shaft. I caressed his little ball sack with the tips of my fingers and asked him, "Does that feel good?" He nodded at me and kept sucking. I moaned, "Mmmmmm.....I want to thank you for helping me baby." I ran my thumb over the tip of his prick and rubbed the head. Chris squirmed in my lap and sucked harder. I closed my hand around his little pricklett and it nearly disappeared in my grasp. I began to slowly pump his cock up and down...up and down. Chris sucked my tit harder and faster. He moaned and the vibrations sent shockwaves through my nipple and down to my pussy. I squeezed his shaft and stroked him faster. My breathing began to get ragged. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my cunt juices flow, saoking my panties. Chris shfted inmy lap, arching his back and thrusting his hips in time iwth my strokes. I could hear him breathing through his nose faster and faster as he suckled me. My tit was empty but he kept sucking. We were staring into each other's eyes as I pumped my little baby boy's cock. My cunt had soaked thru my panties and I could feel my nighgown getting wet. Then Chris reached down with one hand beneath him and felt the damp spot below his butt where it made contact with my cunt. I bit my lower lip as I felt the barest touch of his hand thru my panties and noghtgown. He hadn't intended to touch my pussy, only to feel the wet spot but I had to have some relief or I would've exploded. I looked at him and simply nodded. I rubbed his bald little ball sack with the palm of my hand and lifted my hips slightly to force his hand harder against my cunt. Chris got the message and pressed his hand hard against me. He'd seen Larry and I masterbate each other enough that he knew what I wanted...what I needed and he pushed my nighgown up and slid his hand into my panties. At the first touch of his fingers on my cunt I came. I threw my head back and nearly screamed as I came. I felt Chris' little cockett spasm at the same time and twitch in my hand as he came. He closed his eyes and moaned with my tit still in his mouth. His tounge flicking over the sensitive nipple and I felt another wave of orgasm flow through me like electrcity. My cunt gushed and soaked his hand and finally when it ended and he brought his hand out from between our bodies he took his mouth from my nipple and brought his hand to his nose and sniffed the juices. He stuck out a tongue and tasted my cunt cream hesitently and then, like a starving man, he licked his fingers clean. He sat up and moved off me and asked, "Do you feel better now Mommy?" I felt tears flowing down my cheek and said, "Oh yes baby. I feel much much better. Thank you so much darling." I hugged him tightly and he hugged me back. "Thank you Mommy. I feel a lot better too," he said softly. So began my downward spiral into depravity (or my upward climb out of depression - depending on how you look at it). Chris and I snuggled up close and watched Tv until bedtime. We didn't speak about what happened until I was tucking him into bed. It was then he said, "Mommy, if you want, you don't have to pump anymore. I'll help you out whenever you want." I kissed his cheek and said, "Thank you baby. I may take you up on that. sleep tight." As I clicked off the light I noticed a contented smile on his face and again I thought about how long it had been since I'd seen Chris happy. I realized as I snuggled into my own bed that I too seemed to have the bareset hint of a smile on my face as well for the first time since the accident. As I drifted off the sleep I remember thinking, "Maybe Chris and I CAN get over this." Sometime in the middleof the night, I felt Chris climb into bed with me and I draped my arm around his as I'd done so often with Larry and snuggled up close to him. Towards morning I woke up feeling Chris' little hardon poking me in the back. We must have rolled over onto our other sides sometime in the night. I wasn't shocked as I knew boys and men generally awoke with a piss hardon in the mornings and, after all he was my little boy and after what we did last night I didn't feel disturbed or disgusted that the little angel's sweet little pricklett was poking me. In fact I actually smiled and in the half sleep of morning wiggled my ass on it imagining for just a moment that it was Larry. I must have wiggled too much for the poor baby because suddenly I felt a warm wetness begin to spread all around my ass. I realized with a start that Chris was peeing in his sleep. I didn't even think about cum because I knew he was too young for that and the wetness was way too much even for a full grown man. Not wanting to embaress him, but not wanting to lay in a colling puddle ofpiss, I gently woke Chris and told him to go to the bathroom and clean himself up. He was embaressed nevertheless and apologetic. I assured him it was ok and wasn't his fault and kissed him on the cheek. He went to the bathroom and I stripped the bed. Luckily the pad under the sheet had absorbed most of it and I threew it all in washing machine. While in the laundry room I stripped off my nightgown which was also soaked with pee and tossed it in with the sheet and matress pad. I wasn't shy about being nude in the house - hell, Chris had seen me and his dad fucking like rabbits - so on the way back to my room I stopped to make some coffee. While the pot was brewing, Chris came intothe kitchen naked as a jaybird. He never developed any shyness or modesty around me, thank goodnees. I think modesty is ridiculous anyway. I'm not a nudist but the human body is a beautiful thing, made in God's image, and if you're in your own home what's the big deal. "What should I do with my jammies Mom?" he asked. "Put 'em in the hamper in the laundry room, sweety. I'm doing a wash." When he came back into the kitchen, he simply sat down without bothering to go to his room to change. As I said, I have no problem with nudity in the home but, by the same token, I'm not a nudist, but I do find that more often than not I'm more comfortable with something on. A pairof panties and a tee shirt or a pair of loose cotton shorts. It's just easier if I happen to get a little horny and my pussy gets damp. No one likes to sit in a chair with a wet spot on it. Also, I don't like stickiing to the leather or vinal chairs and, then again, sometimes it gets a bit chilly. Anyway, while I didn't mind Chris being nude at the table, I thought he might be more comfortable in some clothes so I asked him if he didn't want to go put something on. "Everything's in the wash Mom." "Everything?" I asked. "Yep," he said. Everything?" I asked again stupidly. "Every single thing you own is in the wash?" "Mom," Chris said gently, "you haven't done the wash in over two weeks." I realized suddenly that he was right. It was almost laundry day when Larry and Gabby were taken from us and I'd been so depressed that I hadn't had the energy to do a load of wash ever since. "Oh baby," I began, tears welling up in my eyes, "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize...I...I've just been..." "It's ok Mom. I understand," he said. "But my butt IS kinda sticking to the chair...." "Oh baby...I'm sorry," I said again. "I'll find something for you...." I went to his room and searched through the drawers and closet. Sure enough, Chris was right. Every stich of clothing he owned was no where to be found. I went to the laundry room and looked in the hamper. I'd stupidly thrown the sheets and matress pad into the hamper before putting them in the washing machine and everything in the overflowing hamper now smelled like pee. In truth, even without having thrown the sheets in there, the clothes were none too fresh...having sat in the hamper for two weeks. God only knew what was growing in the pile. I went to my own room but realized that I'd already packed up all of Larry's clothes...even if they would've fit. I thought for a second about giving Chris a pair of my cotton shorts but realized they too were way to big for his small 8 year old frame. But that did give me an idea. I went into Gabby's nursery for the first time since the accident. For a moment I could still smell her and I fought back the tears that threatened to overwhelm me. I looked through her closet and, there, buried behind her infant clothes were some boxes that I'd bought on impulse. I remembered that the dresses and skirts and panties were way too big for an infant but I'd gone a bit crazy when Gabby was born and knew that she'd grow into them eventually. Little did I realize that she'd never have the chance to wear them. I choked back a sob and took the boxes to the kitchen. "What's that?" Chris asked. "Christmas in July," I said with a smile. "Huh?" I explained to Chris about buying things for Gabby even though I knew it would be years before she'd be able to wear them and I found a package that I was looking for. Inside were several packs of little girl panties. They weren't the toddler type that were hidden away in another drawer in Gabby's room. They didn't have Disney princesses or Strawberry Shortcake. No. These I bought imagining the day when Gabby would ask me for "big girl panties like you wear Mommy." Again I fought back the grief, determined not to let it overwhelm me as it had the previous day. I tried to find a package that had some plain panties but it seemed like I must have gone overboard in buying frilly, girly things for Gabby. All I could find were pack after pack of nylon or lacey bikini cut, pink cherry red, and various pastels. Some with little bows, some with flower prints. Nothing even remotely unisex. I looked at Chris and he gazed back at me with a quizzical look. I sighed and took out the least girly pair I could find. they were a pastel yellow with lace trim on the waist and leg holes with a flower print design. I held them up and said, "Well, what doyou think?" "You want me to wear those?" he asked. As though I'd just asked him to wear a snake on his head. "Well...if you can find a pair you like better....Its either this or stay naked till I get some wash done kiddo." He stood and walked over to the packages laying all over the table and began to sort through them himself. I walked over to the coffee pot and poured myself a cup, letting him take his time to consider his options. I didn't want to push him to doing something he wasn't comfortabel with and I really didn't care if he stayed naked for a few hours while I did the laundry. But if he felt uncomfortable with his nudity he didn't have many options. I felt bad for putting him in this predicament. "Look, if you want, I can go run to the stor and buy you a pack of boy undies. But I hate to leave you alone..." "No!" said quickly. "Don't leave me alone." "Ok. You know...its no big deal," I said, trying to ease his mind about wearing panties. "I mean its just us two. No one's gonna see. And its just for a coupleof hours till I get the laundry done." He nodded and, to my surprise, held up a pair of pink lace boyshorts. "Can I wae these?" he asked. "Sure!" I said, surprised by his choice. "They aren't too...girly?" I asked tentatively. Chris merely shrugged. As he bent to put them on, I noticed that his little boy cock was standing out as stiff as it had been the night before when he suckled my breasts. I stared as he slid them up his legs and couldn't help but smile as his dickie tented out the front. I didn't know quite what to make of that. I picked up the boxes and was about to dump them on the floor when Chris asked, "Is there a shirt or something in there I can wear too? These kitchen chairs are kinda sticky." I looked at him with what must've been a dumbfounded look on my face because he quickly said, "Never mind, I'll deal." I quickly recovered and said, "No sweety...its ok...let me see what I have." I took a couple of boxes and put them back on the table. Chris had moved closer to me and as I bent over the first box my naked breast brushed against his arm. Immediately milk began to leak from my tits. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped it up before it got on the packages but touching my nipples only made them leak more. I told Chris the packages would have to wait a bit while I pumped my breasts. "I can do it for you Mommy," he said a bit too quickly, "You know. Like we did last night..." I looked at him and suddenly felt my cunt twicth in anticipation. I thought to myself, "No, no. This is so wrong...I can't...but...he just wants to help and....oh god" A rush of lust flooded my body as I remembered last night's orgasm. I again had flashes in my mind of that wonderful night only two months ago (it seemed like a lifetime) when Chris and Larry had suckled me while Larry's big hard cock throbbed inside my pussy. Only now those images included last night's scene as well and I remembered how Chris' little pricklett had felt in my hand. And now, looking at him...hard...wearing a pair of pink boy shorts panties...my pussy began to get damp. I even felt a drop of my cunt juice dripping down my leg and so I nodded and took my little boy's hand and led him to the couch in the TV room. I sat down naked and Chris climbed into my lap and laid his down in the crook of my arm. Without any discussion he took my tit in his hand and began to suckle me. AS it had done last night, his sucking began to arouse me. The feeling of the milk flowing thru my nipples. Watching him drink from me. Feeling his panty clad ass pressing into my naked cunt. The images and feelings of Larry's hard cock throbbing in me while he and Chris sucked my tits flooded my mind. My hand went to Chris' lace covered boy cock. This time I didn't feel like I was out of body. This time I was in ctrol of myself. But that still didn't stop me from beginning to caress his cute little hairless pricklett thru the lace. Chris likewise didn't hesitate to slide his hand beneath his butt to caress my naked pussy. I had always kept myself shaved bare so his fingers slid easily between us. My wetness was evident and this time Chris slid a finger in between my pussy lips. I gasped as I felt him penetrate my slit. This time there was no pretense of "thanking him" I rubbed his cockett blatantly, wantonly. I don't know what I was thinking. No...that's not quite true. I knew exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking how much he reminded me of Larry...even if he didnt look like him. I was thinking how much I loved him. And I was thinking how much I needed to cum. I didn't care that he was my 8 year old son. He could have been the Pope for all I cared at that moment. I need to feel his cock in me. I needed to make him cum. I needed him to make ME cum. Sooner than I'd expected, he finished emptying one tit and quickly switched positions and began to suckle at the other one. I now slipped my hand inside the panties and began to furiously stroke him. I suddenly became wild. I began talking dirty to him. "Oh yeah baby....suckMommy's tits. Yeah...you like that baby...you like Mommy jerking your big dick baby...mmmmmm....you like these pretty panties don't you sweety...ohhh God Chris...oh I love you...yes yes finger Mommy's cunt...finger fuck me baby...oh yesss...do it do it ...yesss....ohhhhhhhhhhh..." and suddenly I was cumming. Hard. My juices flowed over his hand and he pulled it out and stopped suckling to lick his fingers clean. "Oh shit Chris baby...oh God you're so hot and sexy. Oh baby I love you so much..." I leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. Not like a mother should ever kiss her baby boy. I kissed him like a lover. I shoved my tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue back into my own. I kissed his neck and hugged him tightly. I lifted him up off my lap and sat him on the couch and slid to the floor on my knees. I spread my legs like a wanton harlot. Looking him in the eyes as he watched me rub my sopping wet cunt. I rubbed my clit and shoved two fingers into my gaping gash as I leaned forward and pulled his panties down over his cock and balls. I leaned down and without even thinking I opened my mouth and took him fully inside. I sucked his little cockett like a mad woman. My head bobbed up and down. When i looked up with his cock in my mouth and my tongue swirling around the skinny shaft I saw Chris had his back thrown back and his eyes closed. Chris moaned as I rubbed his balls with my free hand while fingering my cunt with the other. "Ohhhhhhh M-Mom-Mommeeeeee....." and I felt his little dickie twitch in my slutty mouth. I sucked harder and he lifted his ass from the couch and bucked his hips. As he did I slid one of the fingers that had been in my cunt and that was wet with my pussy juice into his asshole and I finger fucked him. His mouth opened wide in a silent "O" and his hips bucked even more. I felt his cock twitching over and over in what seemed like an endless orgasm. He gasped as he caught his breath and lowered his butt back onto the couch. I withdrew my finger and resumed my own depraved masterbation. an explosion went off in my brain and I came and came and came. I came so hard I sat back on the floor and had to lay down. It was several minutes before I could find the strength to even lift my head and look at my baby boy. "Oh God," I thought, "What have I done. I practically raped my own baby boy." He looked down at me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "That was fun Mommy. But I'm hungry. Whatcha making for breakfast?" I began to laugh. I slowly stood up. My legs weak. My inner thighs wet from my cunt cream. I smelled like a whore. "I think I need a shower first," I said. "Ok," Chris replied. As I began to walk back to my bedroom, I heard him ask "Which box has the shirts?" "I don't know," I said, my voice shaky. "Um...try em all." As I got into the shower another wave of guilt washed over me. I knew it was wrong, but...damn it...we were having fun for the first time in weeks and I felt that perhaps this might be the best thing for both of us. I had a feeling this was the beginning of a new chapter of my life. If so, I would face it like I had the ones that came before. With Chris at my side.