Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2016 10:38:27 -0500
From: TheRhymer@cheerful.com
Subject: Cody the Boy Stud, Chapters 6-7

Cody the Boy Stud, Chapters 6-7
By Rhymer
(inc, con, Fb, bb, group)


Chapter 6. The Proof is in the Baby Batter

Cody and I walked upstairs hand-in-hand, rank with the smell of semen and
sweat. Thank God Cam wasn't home and Clive wasn't here... through if what
Cody had said earlier was true, they were both probably used to the smell
of sex.

My heart thudded in my chest. I could *not* believe what I was about to
do. I mean, I'd given it some thought due to the SRA statutes, but I
expected to maybe experiment, if they wanted to, when they were
older. Quite a bit older. Like in their 30s.

Soon we were in front of the door with the BOY STUD in Traning!!! sign, and
my son pushed his way in, me following behind. Since he'd begun his
"traning" he had locked me out and told me not to come in in no uncertain
terms. He was even doing his own laundry and cleaning. I was expected
Cody's room to look like a pigsty and smell worse, but it wasn't and
didn't. In fact, it was neat as a pin, his desk was pushed way across the
opposite side of the room from his bed, the floor shone, and it smelled
faintly of pine-oil. I noted something that looked like his spunk
backsplash folded up and tucked in the corner.

On the ceiling was carefully pinned a poster of a beautiful young girl,
tastefully nude, that was emblazoned *Erin, the 10-Year-Old Nymph*. When
Cody saw me looking, wide-eyed, he said matter-of-factly, "She's my
favorite Lusty Loli. I've been jerking to her a lot lately. I'm going to
marry her someday."

"Are you now...?" I said weakly.

"Yep. I sent her some pics and she said as soon as I get accepted, she
wants to screw my brains out."

I laughed nervously. "Did that sweet little girl really say that?"

"Well, not in those exact words." He plopped himself onto his bed. "She's
classier than me." He lay back against his pillows and started stroking
himself; his member was growing again, to my consternation. "I have a very
short refractory period, you know," he told me, as he looked at me with
smoldering eyes. How the hell could a young boy have so much sexual
magnetism? I wanted to ravish him right on the spot.

Hell, wasn't I about to?

"You're so pretty, Mom," he said in that husky voice. "I've always thought
so. I always wanted to touch you, for you to touch me, ever since I was
little. I didn't know why, but now I do. You look so sexy, especially like
that."

I gulped.

His voice lowered to a hoarse whisper, and I leaned forward to hear him
say, "I'm ready, Mommy. Will you use your mouth on me this time?"

I almost melted into a girl-shaped puddle. How could I say no to this
little sex-god, this hot, chiseled baby Adonis? I've never thought of
myself as a pedophile, but I suppose I must be. After all, I was preparing
to go down on a kid who was ten years old. My own son, too. At least he was
having sex with someone who loved him, but only so he could have sex with
women and girls all over the country for, well, money. I worried that the
Boy Stud Program was little more than a boy brothel, though in truth it was
a form of pornography that was no longer illegal... and I'd seen some of
the films and videos. They were highly professional, and the kids seemed to
have a lot of fun. And they were kept clean and safe, and could stop
anytime.

Cody broke my train of thought as wiggled his pecker at me and said, "Have
a drink, Mom! Time's a wastin'!"

I was about to lower my head when he said "Wait!" in a kind of panicked
voice. I looked at him and he looked away, blushing. Thank goodness, I
thought with a kind of relief... and disappointment. Then he said, in a
strained voice, "Could you, ah, take off your shirt and bra? That would be
ever so sexy. We could, uh, finish quicker."

Yes, he said "ever so sexy " like a perverted Christopher Robin.

The blouse was sticky with drying kid-spunk, so I slipped it and the bra
underneath off, and my boy said, "Oh my GOD, mother! If I knew your breasts
were so magnificent, I woulda asked for this a long time ago! You're the
prettiest Mom I've ever seen!"

Flushing faintly from the praise, I asked, "Are you telling me you watch
MILF videos too?"

"'Course, all the time! Danny Boy has just started working with America's
Favorite MILFs, and he says they're the best ever! One day I'm going to be
working with them too. They're really sexy." He ducked his head and
mumbled, "But not as sexy as you," the little darling. Then he looked up
and grinned, and put his hands behind his head. "Okay, lay-dee, I'm ready
for my first blowjob!"

I lifted an eyelid. "You're not playing around with Cammy and Clive?"

"They're gay, Mom. They wanted to, and they're good-looking and have big
wieners, but I just can't get it up for 'em. And I don't like the taste of
my own spunk, so I don't wanna eat theirs. Only girls make me hard!"

"Okay then," I said, then leaned over and touched the tip of my tongue to
his pee-slit. His bottom jerked off the bed like he'd been electrified and
he said "Yoww!"

"I haven't even started, silly!" I giggled.

"Ohhhh," he groaned, rubbing his hard little nips, "I don't know if I can
survive this, Mama."

I said "Let's see," and I bent down and engulfed him with my mouth. He
actually squealed and thrashed a little, so I grasped the base of his cock
with one hand while jacking him with my mouth, lifting it up off the head
of his penis with a slurp and then driving back down. I have to admit,
having his penis in my mouth made me feel hot and sexy. After the first
three or four plunges, I was able to take his entire length after relaxing
my throat. And then, after the fifth, he screamed like he was on fire and
shot jet after ropy jet of semen down my throat. I wasn't sure, but it
seemed as much as before.

Seemed today I was on a liquid diet. I wasn't sure I could take much more.

After I pulled off, he kept moaning and squirming on the bed for about five
minutes, his penis leaking a steady stream of semen that I promptly cleaned
up for him. I was afraid he was having some kind of heart attack, and I was
going to have to take him to the hospital and somehow explain all this,
when he sat up all of a sudden and shouted "YES! I LOVE BLOWJOBS! BEST COME
EVER!" so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear.

Shaking my head and licking my lips, I said, "Maybe you oughta hold off on
full-on sex for a few years if that's your reaction. I gotta tell ya, most
guys think blowjobs are a poor substitute for the real thing."

He looked at me, seeming a little frightened. "Really? Seriously? I've
never felt so good in my *life*! Thanks, Mom!"

"Really. But I don't want you to die of pleasure or anything."

He got a determined look on his face, and I could tell that this was one of
those very super horribly serious things. "I'll just have to work on my
sensitivity. Think about algebra. Baseball scores. Get a lot of practice."

"And whose pussy are you going to practice with, sweetie?"

"Ooooh, I love it when you talk dirty."

I massaged his balls, feeling hot and horny myself, and I asked, "Is this
pussy-pleaser going to be Missy Etheridge's playtoy?"

"Ooooh, sexay," he breathed as his cock jumped, then, "Nope. Not yet."

"Then whose?" I asked innocently, kissing the top of his penis.

"Why, yours, mother!" he said sweetly. Butter wouldn't have melt in his
mouth.

I held up both hands, palms forward. "Whoa there, studlet. I haven't agreed
to that, and even if it happens, it won't happen tonight. I gotta ease into
this. Plus, I don't think I can handle a hypersexual pre-teen mutant stud
boy by myself. You need to talk to your crush Missy, maybe show her that
piece of meat, or look around for a Lusty Loli in traning or some kind of
nympho MILF."

He looked at me gravely, nodding, for a long moment, then said, "OK! One
more time! This time I have a fun idea! I saw this in a shotacon manga! No
penetration, I promise! You come sit with your back against the
headboard. I'll lay on your lap with my head on your shoulder, and you can
jack me while I nurse your breast and play with your pussy. Oooooooo! This
is gonna be so great!" He actually rubbed his hands together.

I silently undressed the rest of the way, as he gazed upon me with awe,
practically drooling. It was fun to watch, especially when his eyes widened
as he noticed I was shaved clean. "I love bald pussy!" he whispered to
himself, and licked his lips. Then he got off the bed (after I locked the
door), and I lay back against the headboard with my legs slightly
apart. Next he eased his 73-pound boy body onto my lap, laying his firm ass
on my left thigh while I wrapped my left arm around him to help support his
head on my shoulder. God, how I wish someone could have been there to
photograph us. I wanted to remember this forever.

I had plenty of room to move, so I started kneading the hard point of his
left nipple. He sighed and said, "That feels perfect." Then I reached
around with my right hand and took ahold of his now-turgid
cock. "Ohhhh. That feels perfecter," he groaned.

I started with long, slow strokes. "Hey, I'm supposed to get something out
of this too, boy stud. Get to it."

"Oh! Sorry!" He grabbed my left breast and latched onto the nipple with his
mouth, nibbling at the tip with his pearly little teeth before pulling it
in and sucking on it. Now I sighed and said, "Perfect," and "perfecter," as
the fingers of his other hand started petting my cunt and sliding along the
lips.

He took his mouth off my tit. "Wow, your pussy feels good! I never felt one
before! I wanna see!"

"No way, buster! You get to work! You'll get to see it all you want once
we're done here." Chagrinned, he sucked in my nip and started nursing like
there was no tomorrow. When I started stroking his cock harder, he went
"Mmmmm," and started running his middle finger down my slit. It felt so
good. Then he hooked the finger gently and drove it into me, before
stroking it in and out like it was a tiny penis. As I clutched him tighter
and stroked him harder, he added another insistent finger, and then
another, until he was using the last three to frig me.

Then he found my clitty-button with his other two fingers and pinched it
playfully, once, then twice, and I came like a rocket, flooding his hand
with my juices. As the small orgasm ratcheted through me, he took his mouth
off my tit long enough to say, "Hey, lady, I need that for later. Ouch,"
and I looked down to see that my right hand was clutching his cock so hard
it had turned white.

Taking a deep breath, I said, "Now you know what the clitoris does."

"Boy howdy," he agreed, and went back to his sucking and frigging while I
went back to *my* job.

A moment later, he started breathing hard, and really sucking my nipple as
his fingers dove deep, sending me up the long slope toward an even better
orgasm than before. As he started pushing up against my hand, I increased
the frequency of my strokes until he released my nipple, yelled
"GAHHH!"—and pinched the hell out of my clit.

I felt like an explosion went off in my head, and my body tingled all over
as I spasmed around his hand and almost tore his little nipple off, and he
showered us both with his sticky, tasty boy-come. After he came out of it,
he whisper-shouted "Best jerk ever!" and sat up. He looked at me a little
guiltily and said, "Was I good?"

I leaned my sticky forehead against his and whispered, "Best jerk ever,"
then kissed him on the lips. He met me open-mouthed, and we tongue-wrestled
for a moment before he pulled back, smacking his lips. "You taste good," he
said, "but I still don't like the taste of my semen."

"Well, I do," I said, as I licked a long string of it off one
forearm. "Mmmmm."

He looked at me seriously for a long minute, then said, "I'll get you a
towel."

As he padded out of the bathroom a minute later and tenderly wrapped a
fresh towel around my shoulders, then started cleaning me up. As he was
rubbing a spot of boy-juice off my back, he whispered in my ear, "Cameron
came home about five minutes ago. 'Swhy I didn't yell that time." He
glanced at the clock. "Oh, yeah, ten minutes to spare."

"Too bad he's home," I said. "You had all the fun. Now I want a little
more."

"We don't have to stop," he said, grinning evilly. "Maybe we'll just make a
little noise. Or you will. I think I know what you want me to do." He stuck
out his tongue and wiggled it. "Another first for Code-Man the Boy Stud!"

"Yep," I said, then eased away from him and laid back against the headboard
again.

He climbed between my legs, his big cock at half-mast now, and said, "I got
an idea. Maybe this once we can give Cam a present?"

"But he's gay, right?"

"Right. But here's what I wanna do. It'll be fun for all of us!"  And when
he finished whispering his idea to me, I was grinning evilly.


Chapter 7: A Lick and a Promise

My ten-year-old son leaned over and inspected my slit. "I've seen thousands
of these," he said, "In pictures. It's a lot prettier in real life." He ran
his hand across my mons. "So smooth! I really do love bald pussy."

"At your age you ought to," I said. "It's not like there are many lolis
with pussy hair."

"You'd be surprised." His face hovered over me, and I could feel his hot
breath on my labia. "This is called cunnilingus, you know."

"And I expect you to be a very cunning linguist, young man!" I giggled.

"Oh, ha ha," he smirked, then dove in. He started by gently pulling my
labia apart with his little fingers, exposing my vaginal entry
inside. "Ohhhh! So pink!" he breathed. "It never looks that pink in the
pictures. And there's the little man in the boat!"

"Shut up and lick my cunt, you horny little bastard!" I hissed.

"Oooh, more nasty dirty talk. You're gonna get me hard so fast. I'm gonna
lick your cunt now, Mommy." He started by plunging his tongue in at the
bottom, then licking upward to my clit in one smooth stroke, gently
tonguing my urethra along the way. I sucked in my breath as he leaned back
and smacked his lips, a thoughtful look on his face. Then he did it again,
slower, bypassing my urethra. He leaned back and smacked his lips, and
said, "Huh, kinda funky, but I like it."

"You'll like the lolis even more," I moaned. "Your Dad always loved licking
my cunt when we were 12 and 13. Now, less commentary and more
pussy-licking!" I captured his neck with my ankles and pulled his head down
to me.

After that he was quiet, but I wasn't. He licked in and around my pussy for
about ten minutes while I thrashed and moaned and made sure his brother
heard, and then he figured out that he could thrust his tongue in and out
of my cunt like a little cock while adding a couple of fingers like he had
before and then flicking my clitoris now and then, which soon sent me
sailing over the edge and shattering into smithereens as I hit the base of
my orgasm-mountain. He just kept playing, so I started ascending again --
and then he licked my clit for the first time and my ass came up off the
bed and I wrapped my thighs gently around his head. He took that as the
encouragement it was and started sucking gently on my clitoris like it was
another nipple, his little hands nestled under my ass, one cheek in each. I
was soon sobbing and shouting, "OH, LIKE THAT, BABY BOY! Suck Mommy's clit,
Cody, you little stud, I can't wait until you FUCK ME with that
horse-cock!"

Then I went completely quiet, and, I'm sure, turned really pale as he
sucked and nibbled at the same time, and with a tremendous "UHHHHNNNN!" I
came better than I have since I was a teenager, flooding his mouth with my
girl cream and squeezing my thighs hard around his little blond head as I
trembled through peak after peak.

I came to my senses when I heard a muffled voice saying, "Mom, stop! You're
crackin' my skull!" and I released my little pussy hound.

"Oh my gosh," I breathed. "That was wonderful for a first timer. You're
going to make a lot of girls happy. Ima make sure you get lots of
practice."

"Great!" He jumped up and started bouncing on the end of his bed like a
littler kid, longish hair flopping up and down cutely. His erection was
huge again, already glistening with moisture. "Hurry, Mom! Cam's present is
ready!"

Was it ever. I got up and put on a robe while he nestled himself back on
his pillows and stared up at the poster of Erin the Nymph, obviously to
help maintain his erection. He was 100% hetero, after all. Meanwhile, I
went out and knocked on Cameron's door. "Cam? You in there?"

I heard a rustling as he put something away, then a faint, "Yeah. Come in."

When I opened his door, he was sitting on the bed, wearing just a pair of
swim shorts, and I noticed how well-defined his musculature was from all
his swimming. There was a rather big lump in my older son's trunks, and as
I leaned against the door jamb, looking, he cleared his throat and said,
"You two were making a lot of noise over there."

I put a finger to my lips and said coquettishly, leaning my head to the
side, "Yes, I know... and it looks like you liked it."

"Um."

I stood straight and crossed my arms. "I lost my bet with your brother. I
have to let him sign up for the program." I arched an eyebrow. "It looks
like you could sign up, too, if what I've heard is true."

He blushed from toes to forehead. "Mom! I can't!"

"Why not?"

"You know. I just... can't. There's no place for me there."

"Well," I said, and took a deep breath. "I'm going to be helping your
brother train, and get some much-needed experience. So," I breathed out
heavily, "if I'm going to have sex with one of my sons, I thought I'd offer
to have sex with you, too. It's only fair." I opened my robe and let him
see my body, which he looked at silently, and flushed a deeper red.

"You're really beautiful," he mumbled, "but you're my mom."

"So? It's not like it's illegal, and no one even cares anymore."

He squeezed his legs together uncomfortably. "Mom, to be honest? I'd
rather, uh, do it with Cody. You know I'm gay by now, Mom. Listening to him
beating off all the time and imagining what he's probably doing right now
makes me incredibly horny." He rubbed his groin unconsciously. "I wish he'd
let me at least suck him off. I know he'll never let me fuck him or do me,
but nobody turns down a blowjob." He sighed. "Except 100% het boy over
there."

I grinned widely. "And what if he had a present for you and wouldn't turn
you down this once?"

He bounced up off the bed, his face eager, eyes bright with hope. "Really?
Seriously? You're not jerkin' me around?"

"Never. Come with me, my sexy boy."

He grinned and, as I turned to lead him to Cody's room, skinned out of his
shorts. Holy. FUCK. His cock really was over eight inches, and fat, too;
his meat made his brother's look kind of puny. I wondered what I could do
to get them to double-penetrate me one day, if he could stand it and Cody
could survive it. Wide-eyed, I led him to Cody's room, where we peeked in
through the open door. As we gazed as my little boy's blond beauty, I
stroked Cameron's man-sized erection and it responded, getting even
bigger. "Oh man," he breathed.

"Look at him," I whispered into Cam's ear. "Isn't he beautiful?"

"Yeah, he sure is," he whispered back. "And he really is pretty big."

"You sure Clive won't mind?"

"It was Clive's idea in the first place," he told me sheepishly, and his
cock jumped again. "He'll flip when I tell him. He says he wants to drink
Cody's jizz."

Eyes closed as he stroked his cock, Cody said loudly, "Will you guys stop
whispering and get in here? I don't have all day, you know."

I led my oldest son by the cock to my youngest son's bed, where he lay in
all his natural glory. As we approached, Cody said to his brother, "Cam,
you and I, we can keep our eyes closed and pretend... whatever. Mom can
watch us. Now, I'm gonna lay down facing this way and you can curl up on
the bed facing my hard-on, so we can both be kind of comfortable." Eyes
still shut, he turned on his left side, while his brother lay on his right
side, eyes wide, curling his body toward the end of the bed. "Now grab my
boner and just, you know, feel of it for a minute. And close your eyes!"

Cameron did as directed, closing his eyes tight while Cody opened his,
looked at me, then jerked his head toward where Cameron's big erection was
sticking out in the other direction. Then Cody closed his eyes and said,
"Ohhh yeah... that feels good... Mom. Suck me now."

As Cameron leaned over to follow his directions, taking the head of his
bossy little brother's cock in his mouth, my youngest boy groaned, and I
took off my robe and knelt at the end of bed. And then Cameron moaned
around Cody's cock as I leaned over and took Cameron's cock in my mouth,
and his eyes flew open.

"Close your eyes, Cam!" Cody said fiercely, his eyes still closed. "It's
Clive. Clive is here to make this super fun."

As Cameron started bobbing his head back and forth on his little brother's
cock, eliciting a stream of "Oooooh, ooooh gosh, ommigoddddd, that feels so
good, Mom," and similar naughty talk from the inexperienced little boy, I
deep-throated my older son's cock while I fingered myself to a minor
explosion with my other hand, and it took only about five minutes before my
twelve-almost-thirteen-year-old grunted, groaned, pushed his cock as deep
into my throat as it would go, and fired several jets of sperm into my
throat. From what I could tell, they both had the same fresh, watery, clean
boy taste. As his cock drooped and fell from my lips, he kept slurping on
Cody's cock for another minute or so until my 100% het boy stud erupted
with a "Mom! GRAHHHHH!" that echoed through the room as he clutched at his
sheets with both hands. I could tell from the way Cam's throat was working
that he was swallowing another hella big load.

I slipped out of the room and watched from around the door jamb. "Ohhhhh
fucccckkkkk," Cameron moaned as he sat up, licking his lips and rubbing his
dripping cock. "Jeez, thanks, Clive. That was great..." Not looking at his
brother, Cody rolled to the edge of his bed and slipped on his shorts,
having trouble forcing his meaty equipment inside. Him and his brother both
were going to need tailored pants soon; no more off-the-rack boy's pants
for them.

I tiptoed down the hall to my room as Cameron walked to the door of Cody's,
naked and proud. He stopped at the entry and turned back to his
brother. "You sure you don't want to play with me and Clive some day?"

After a long moment, Cody said, "I'm still 100% het, Cam. But you're my
brother, so maybe just you. Under certain circumstances. Sometimes." From
where I was peeking through my doorway, I could see Cameron's face light up
with a smile. Then Cody said, "I might even bone you one day if you ask
real nice and Mom isn't home."

"But...?"

"Ha ha, butt! But I'm not gonna let you put your boner in my butt,
*Stallion*."

"Oh, you heard Clive call me that, huh?"

"How could I not? He's louder than I am when he has your dick up his butt,
Stallion."

*Stallion*? I mouthed. Well, it certainly fit as a nickname.

"What about Clive? Can he bone you someday?" Cameron teased.

"No, no way! What part of 100% het do you not understand! I giveth cock, I
don't receiveth it!" Cam ducked as a pillow sailed over his head.

I ducked back into my room and lay there with my thoughts about what I'd
just done with my boys, hugging myself with delight.