Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2008 14:26:26 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: Helping Mommy - part 2 TG/Teen Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction. Enjoy it for what it is. A fantasy. If you don't like reading this sort of thing, you shouldn't be here in the first place. And if you can't keep this stuff confined to your fantasy life, then you need to seek professional help. ____________________________________________________________ While in the shower I couldn't stop thinking of what I'd done. My mind was whirling. I must have washed the same spot a dozen times. Had I really just given my little 8 year old boy a blow job? Ohhhh...it was so wrong. But I couldn't help but feel a thrill deep inside me. My cunt tingled as I washed it over and over. Replaying in my mind the feel of his tiny little cock in my mouth and how I'd rubbed my pussy while he watched. I wanted him to see it. To see me. To see my cunt. The guilt I was feeling intensified. The tears flowed down my face with the drops of water from the shower. "What's wrong with me," I thought to myself. "I'm evil to do that to my baby. I'm a dirty whore. I'm a slut." But instead of the guilt making me vow never to do that again, the thoughts of what a dirty filthy whore I must be were only turning me on even more. I realized I was no longer washing my pussy. I was masturbating. Rubbing my dirty filthy cunt and shoving two fingers into my greedy fuck hole. My thumb rubbing my swollen clit as I plunged my fingers in and out of my gash. My cunt juice mixing with the water and running down my thighs. I had to stop. I forced myself to stop and climbed out of the shower, my knees weak, my legs threatening to give out. I toweled off and slipped on a satin robe. I knew I should get dressed or at least put on panties and my old frumpy terrycloth robe, but it was all I could do to simply stop myself from masturbating and I knew I didn't have enough will power to do more than grab the nearest robe and just slip it on. I went to the kitchen and gasped when I saw Chris. He hadn't just picked any blouse out of the box. He'd picked a pink silk short sleeve scoop neck blouse with bubble sleeves and a ruffle gather at the bodice. Probably the most girly blouse I'd bought. HI could also tell he was wearing a training bra as I could see its outline through the silk material. And in addition he'd put on a skirt It was a pretty, flower print, pleated flip skirt that came to about mid-thigh on him. When he saw me he giggled and spun around, the skirt flying up in the air so I could see the pink boyshort panties he was still wearing. As Chris completed his turn and faced me he said, "Don't I look pretty mommy?" As he saw the look on my face his smile fell. "What's wrong mom?" he asked. "Is it because they're Gabby's clothes? Do you not want me to wear 'em?" I quickly recovered. I didn't want him to think I was angry with him. "No baby," I said, my voice a bit shaky, "No..i-it's ok. You...you can wear them if you want. I-Its just that....um...well...they ARE girl's clothes you know and ummm..." "I don't mind wearing them mommy," the little doll said brightly. "It's like Halloween. I...I just thought it might be fun to...you know...play dress up." I laughed at my own stupidity. Of course, to him it was just "playing dress up". Chris hadn't quite reached that age where boys run screaming at the thought of doing anything that could classify them as a sissy. He'd heard me talk so often about how I couldn't wait to play dress up with Gabby that he just naturally assumed he'd be playing too. "That's fine baby," I said. My voice a bit stronger. "You can play dress up whenever you want. In fact, you can keep all these clothes for as long as you want." The smile returned to his face. If anything, it was even wider than before. "I'm starving mom," Chris said. "Can you make some bacon and eggs, pleeeeaaassee..." How could I resist. I set about making him breakfast. We ate together quietly. At times making funny faces at each other across the table like we used to. HIs giggles made my heart leap with joy and I thanked God again for having him in my life. For a few minutes, it seemed life was back to normal. Except for the fact that my little boy was sitting across from me wearing a pretty little girl's outfit. Then, out of the blue, Chris asked me something that nearly made me choke on my toast. "Mommy,I really like these undies," he said casually. "They make my pee pee stiff. Why is that?" I stalled for time, trying to think of how to answer him. "Ummm...well...Chris...you see...ummm...when boys get excited...I mean...umm...well...you know how daddy and I used to make love?" He nodded. His big eyes staring at me innocently. "And you know how his penis would get big and hard...?" Chris nodded again. "Well...ummm...you remember how we explained why it did that? So that it could go inside mommy's vagina...and then daddy would have an orgasm..." "Is that what happened to me when you sucked on my pee pee before?" he interrupted. "Ummm...well...yes...except you're too little yet to make sperm so that's why nothing came out of your pee pee...I mean your penis." Chris nodded. "So why does wearing these panties make it stiff then?" "Ummm...I guess because it feels good on your dick baby," I answered for lack of a better reply. "You mean like it felt good when my pee...I mean when my dick was in your mouth?" he asked softly. "Yes," I replied, my voice again getting throaty and shaky as I felt my pussy begin to moisten with thoughts of how Chris' cock felt in my mouth. "So a boy's penis gets hard when he wants to have sex?" he asked. I nodded. I noticed his hand below the table and could tell by the way his arm was moving that he was rubbing himself. "So my wearing girl's clothes is making me want to have sex then?" Chris said. I again nodded, not trusting my voice. The thoughts in my head came unbidden..."He's rubbing his little cock...his cock...his gorgeous little dick...he's rubbing it and getting it hard... I want to see it...I want to see that hard little pricklett in his pretty skirt and panties..." As though reading my mind, Chris stood up from the table. His cockett poking out the front of his skirt. His hand was rubbing it through the skirt. Trying to push it down. "Mommy, I think I want to have sex but..." I stood up a little too quickly, bumping the table and knocking over a glass of milk which spilled all over my robe. Ignoring it I went to my baby and hugged him tightly. "Oh baby," I said, "We can't...we...we shouldn't....mommies and their little boys aren't supposed too..." I could feel his stiff little pricklett poking into my crotch which was now damp with my pussy juice and spilt milk. "It's ok mommy," Chris said. "Its just that...well...daddy had started telling me something about masting or mastering or something. I didn't understand but he said he'd show me later but he never got the chance..." I could hear a catch in his voice and knew he was on the verge of crying. "Shhhhh...baby....I know what you mean...and...I'll show you what daddy was talking about." We went to the couch ...ohhhh...that evil couch....and I sat him down. I sat next to him and my robe fell open. "Your robe is all wet mommy," Chris pointed out. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it would start something again...but I couldn't stop myself. "You're right Chrissy. I-I'll j-just take it off." I slid my robe off and sat there nude next to him. I noticed his little dicky twitch beneath his skirt. Our bare thighs were touching and I could feel his body heat. My cunt was damp and my nipples hardened under his gaze. I reached over and gently lifted his skirt. His cock was poking straight up tenting out the panties. My mouth drooled and I swallowed hard. I explained to Chrissy that the proper word was masturbation but that some boys called it jerking off or wanking. "This is something you can do - in private - when you get a stiffy like you have now." I let my hand slide across the tent in his panties, tracing the outline of his little dick. My hand slowly made its way to the waistband of the panties and I peeled them down below his hairless cock and balls. I hooked them below his tiny nut sack and let my index finger slide from his "taint" across his tight scrotum and up the length of the shaft. My finger circled around just below the head and then I let my whole hand caress the shaft lovingly. I grasped his cock at the base and slowly...oh so slowly...stroked upwards till the lovely pink head was completely enclosed in my fist. I heard Chris gasp softly and slowly skinned his pole down. I traced the underside of his ball sack with my fingernails and noticed goosebumps rise on his arms. I cupped his hairless little balls with one hand as I again stroked him upwards. Then down. My tempo increased as I gently massaged his little nuts. Gently squeezing them and rubbing them with the palm of my hand. "Does that feel good baby?" I asked. Chris nodded. His eyes were halfway closed. I leaned down and buried my nose in his hair and kissed the top of his head. Chris moved his hand and placed it on my thigh and I felt an electric shock go through my body. My nipples and cunt were suddenly tingling. "Mommy...before...when you were sitting on the floor and had your legs spread and were rubbing your....." He hesitated at the word. "...my pussy?" "...your pussy...were...were you masturbating?" "Yes, my darling little Chrissy, I was" "And did it feel this good?" "Ohhhhhh yes babydoll...yes it did." I knew what was coming but I was powerless to stop it. Chris' hand slid in between my thighs. And yes...I did it...I spread my legs open for him. I allowed him to put his hand on my dirty slutty filthy cunt. My greedy hungry pussy. Chris leaned his head on my shoulder and I took my hand from his baby balls and put it over his. I showed him where to rub my clit. I began stroking him faster and harder. My cunt was so wet and Chrissy slipped a finger inside me. "Is that were daddy's penis goes?" he asked. "Yes baby," I said, the lust evident in my voice. I kissed the top of his head again. "Yes, baby, that's where daddy's cock goes. Inside my wet cunt. Stick your fingers in me baby Chrissy. Finger mommy's wet cunt. Rub my clit baby girl." For some reason, I realized, part of me had begun thinking of Chris as a girl. I realized I was calling him Chrissy and was thinking of his dick as just an oversize clit. Perhaps it was my mind's way of permitting me to help "her" - help teach my "daughter" how girls masturbate. But I knew I was fooling myself. I just needed to get off. "Ohhhh yessssss Chrissy...do it...fuck mommy's cunt baby." I spread my legs wider and forced Chris' whole hand inside me. Chris lifted his hips as I stroked his cock and he began to bounce up and down on the couch. His skirt flipped down and my hand kept pushing it up as I jerked him off. Up and down, faster and faster I stroked my baby's bald little cock until he let out a groan and arched his back and I knew he was cumming. I'd made my little boy cum again. As he settled down I lay back on the couch and draped one leg over the back. I moved Chris around so he was facing my lewdly, obscenely spread legs. His hand in my cunt. I gripped his wrist and forced more of his hand into me until I had to move my grip back farther along his forearm. Chris' dad and I had tried fisting only once but his hands were too big for it to be comfortable. Chrissy's hand and arm were only slightly bigger than Larry's cock and...oh God help me...it felt soooooooo good. "Ohhhh God Chrissy...yes...do it...fuck me...use your arm like a cock and fuck my dirty slutty fucking cunt. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck your mommy. Shove it in me. Deeper...Deeper!" And he did. In and out Chris shoved his arm. It was halfway up his forearm and I was screaming like a mad woman. Shouting obscenities. Chris' arm and hand made squelching noises as he fucked my sopping wet cunt. Suddenly I felt my orgasm begin deep inside me. My toes curled and I clamped my legs together trapping Chris' hand inside me. I grunted and moaned like a wild animal and rode the wave of extasy. Finally, I laid back, exhausted and Chris slowly pulled his hand from my dripping snatch. I couldn't look at him. Tears began to roll down my cheeks and I closed my eyes. Then I felt Chris slide up my body and lay on top of me. His head resting on my breasts. We lay quietly for a while and drifted off to sleep in each others arms.