Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2006 14:29:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Joey (2)

   As Lisa moved through her morning routine, a feeling of trepidation hung
over her like a wet fog. Dragging the brush through her thick hair, she
glared at he reflected image in the vanity mirror, and thought, Jesus, what
the hell was I thinking....Joey...oh, God....what is he going to
think...say...Jesus...!

   Giving up on her attempt to tame her hair, she splashed cold water on
her face, then, leaned over the vanity to peer at her reflection in
close-up, as she slowly shook her head, scarcely able to believe what she
knew to be true...the fact that she had, indeed, masturbated her nearly
thirteen year old son to orgasm last evening as they did their usual sofa
cuddle before bedtime. As she mentally replayed the events yet again in her
mind, the nagging sense of foreboding refused to retreat completely, in
spite of the undeniable dampness, and pleasant tingling sensation that
coursed through her pussy, as her mind again conjured up the image of her
son's pulsing erection as it had unloaded it's youthful semen into the
small white briefs he wore. A shudder passed through her, as she again
shook her head in a mixture of disbelief at her actions, and an equal
amount of amazement at how incredibly hot it had been. With a final deep
sigh, she accepted the reality that it had, indeed, happened, and she
turned toward the bathroom door, steeling herself to go and face her young
son.

   Moving down the hallway, Lisa heard the muted sound of the television
playing in the living room, signaling her that Joey was already out of bed,
and probably watching his favorite morning program. She paused at the
juncture of the hallway and the living room, inhaling another deep breath,
then, moved forward, entering the living room. Joey was sprawled on the
floor in front of the TV, his pillow bunched under his chin, engrossed in
the action on the screen before him, and Lisa paused once more, the
dampness between her legs increasing, as she looked at her young son. Still
wearing only the small, snug fitting briefs that he favored, she noted that
he now wore a dark blue pair, apparently having changed out of the sodden
ones he was wearing as he had scampered off to his room the previous
evening after she had stroked him to orgasm. She felt yet another shudder,
as her gaze swept over his smooth, slender body, and came to rest on the
tantalizing mound of his cute little butt, and she was completely aware of
the heat, and growing, wetness between her thighs, and she forced herself
to tear her hungry gaze from her son's mostly exposed body, and resume her
movement toward the kitchen. God, I need help, she chided herself, as she
forced a smile, and called out, just before disappearing through the
archway into the kitchen,

   "Good morning, Joey...did you sleep well, babe...?"

   Joey stirred, lifting his head slightly, and glancing back over his
shoulder, as he caught only a glimpse of his mom moving into the
kitchen. He thought for a second, and once more wondered if what he thought
had happened last night had actually been only a dream, or if....it...had
actually happened. In near rote response, he called back, his still
changing voice cracking slightly,

   "Hi mom....yea...it was cool..."

   As Joey rolled back to gain face the television, he glanced down at his
blue briefs, and instantly recalled why he was wearing them, when he had
put on fresh white ones last night after his bath. He felt his cheeks grow
warm, and flushed, as he once more felt the deep embarrassment flood over
him, remembering all too clearly how he had actually squirted into his
other undies, unable to stop himself from surrendering to the exquisite
feelings in his balls, as his mom had rubbed his stiff penis outside his
briefs. The thought caused his penis to thicken, and again grow stiff in
his briefs, and he deftly pressed his pelvis against the soft carpet,
shuddering as the tingling feelings washed over him once more, and he
vividly recalled the feeling of having his penis touched for the first time
by a hand other than his own. Jeez, he thought, again humping his renewed
erection into the carpet, that was, like, so amazing when she did
that...and I tried really, really, hard not to squirt like that, I mean,
like, jeez... right in front of my mom...prolly she even felt it, I
bet...but jeez...I just never felt anything so....good...as
that...ever...and, well....jeez...it just, like, happened...jeez....that's,
like, so embarrassing....jeez...I hope she isn't, like, gonna say some dumb
thing about it....jeez...I don' even know what to say back, if she
does...oh man....jeez...!

   Lisa busied herself with getting breakfast ready, her mind reeling
through what she considered her options, and silently rehearsed several
different ways of broaching the subject with Joey, all of them sounding
ditsy in the final analysis, and a chill ran down her spine, as she worried
that she may well have imparted irreparable damage on her relationship with
her son by her wanton actions the previous evening. God, she worried, what
if he won't even look at me, or talk to me...oh God...and worse...what if
he tells somebody....his teacher...a friend...oh God....what in hell got
into me...?....Christ...what is he going to think of his mother, now...?

   Steeling herself, knowing that she simply had to face it, she took a
deep breath, and exhaled it, willing herself to be calm, and act normal,
let him bring it up, of he must, and just take it as it comes...one more
deep gulp of air, then, she brightened, and called him to breakfast, moving
to lean against the counter for support, and to hide her shaking. Joey
moved into the kitchen, tossing a glance, and a shy little smile her way,
as he maneuvered toward the table. Lisa stifled a groan, her eyes quickly
dropping to his once more distended crotch, as she focused on the
unmistakable erection that poked strongly at the small, dark briefs. She
gulped, pasting the smile across her face, and dragging her eyes away from
the bulge of his penis, as she took in his smooth, lean torso, widening
shoulders, and firm, smooth arms. He slid into a chair, thankfully hiding
the delectable bulges in the small briefs, and gave her another smile, as
he asked,

   "Did you make sausage, I hope...?....and maybe eggs...and toast...?...I
am, like, really hungry today...?"

   Lisa forced the tightly wound tension from her body, and sagged against
the counter, deeply relieved at the complete normalcy of Joey's question,
and his overall demeanor, and she nodded, and replied,

   "You bet, honey....the link kind you like so much...and honey-wheat
toast...and eggs coming right up, as soon as you tell me how you wan them
cooked...?"

   Joey grinned, his dazzling smile adding to the flowing wetness that
permeated Lisa's crotch, and giggled softly, as he said,

   "Aw, mom...you already know about that...the over-easy kind...just like
you already know about mostly everything that I like...and even don't
like...mostly..."

   Lisa smiled as well, winking at her nearly pretty young son, as she
moved behind the stovetop, and nodded, as she began cracking eggs into the
hot pan, and said,

   "Right you are, Joey-boy...I kind of guessed that was the way you wanted
them...just needed to be sure...and, yes, I suppose I do know a bit about
your likes, and dislikes....I am the mom here, after all...."

   Joey giggled again, nodding, so that his soft hair ruffled, and his
errant bangs slid over his smooth forehead, and he replied,

   "Uh huh...you are the mom here...and....your really good at it, too..."

   Lisa felt a warm flush run through her body, and she smiled broadly at
her handsome young son, and muttered,

   "Thank you honey...that's very sweet...it's just my job, though...making
sure my sweet boy is fed, and....well....as happy as I can make him..."

   Joey nodded again, and Lisa noticed the soft glow of pink that flooded
his smooth cheeks, as she settled his plate in front of him, and turned
back to the stove. As she prepared to fix her own eggs, he mumbled
something that she could have sworn sounded like, "yea, like last night..."
but she couldn't be positive it wasn't just wishful thinking.

   The breakfast ensued without further event, and not a word of reference
to the previous evenings event was spoken, as their conversation flowed
lightly, and normally, going over the events of the new day, and their
thoughts about what might be good for dinner that evening, and, finished
eating, Joey moved to place his plates in the sink, then scamper off to his
room to get ready to go to school, Lisa sitting back in her chair, never
taking her eyes off his lithe, young body clad in only the bulging blue
briefs. As he disappeared down the hallway, she sighed, and moved to the
sink to wash the dishes, painfully aware of her very soaked pussy.

   With the anticipated trauma of the morning passed, or at least diverted,
Lisa is able to get into her day, her efficiency interrupted only by
frequent pleasant thoughts of her young son, and the dalliances of the
previous evening, and, the day passed with surprising quickness. Lisa went
about clearing her desk, then, headed down to the parking garage, idly
wondering about dinner, and wondering, too, about Joey, and if there would
be a change in his routine tonight, or if he would once again follow his
normal pattern of cuddling with her, and if so, would it still be in only
his sexy little briefs. She sighed, as she started the car, the nagging
fear that her actions last evening might well put an end to their long
standing bonding time returning to haunt her once more, and she tried to
push away the thought, convincing herself that Joey had liked it, or, at
least enjoyed the sensation, as much as she had enjoyed the feel of his
ample, and so very rigid penis in her fingers.

   As she drove, she managed two conclusions, one, that she would treat
Joey for dinner by ordering pizza in, and, two, that she was not going to
obsess over what his post-dinner activity might be, but rather just let it
be whatever it would, as she vowed not to ever pressure the boy for the
opportunity to touch him again, as desperately as she wanted to. Feeling
better about her firm resolve, Lisa eased the car into the garage, and went
inside the house, entering through the connecting door from the garage, to
the kitchen. She dropped her keys on the desk that stood near the door, and
moved toward the living room, the sounds emanating from the television
reaching her ears as she approached. Pausing at the archway, she spotted
Joey sprawled on the sofa, shoeless, and shirtless, as he focused his
attention on the screen. She crossed the room, and settled in beside him,
her fingers tousling his soft hair, as she bent to kiss his creamy soft
cheek.

   "Hey, handsome.....how was your day, baby...?"

   Joey pushed his smooth cheek toward her, accepting the kiss, as he
managed to tear his gaze from the television, and smile at his mother, as
he replied,

   "Hi mom...it was pretty much cool, I guess...the usual stuff...what
about you...?"

   Lisa ran her fingers through his hair again, and inhaled his fresh,
boyish scents, as she answered,

   "Pretty good, actually....but....certainly much better now, now that I'm
home with my special boy..."

   He chuckled, blushing softly, as he rolled his eyes, and said,

   "Aww, mom....jeez...I'm not a little kid anymore...!"

  Lisa laughed, and nodded, as she let her eyes trail over his smooth,
hairless torso, and linger for just a moment on the intriguing bulges at
the crotch of his snug jeans, as she said,

   "No, sweetie, you most certainly are not mommies little boy
anymore...but...even though you are a...big....boy now....your still my
boy...right...?"

   Joey glanced briefly at his mom, catching the pause at her use of the
term "big," and smiled broadly, as he felt his cheeks warm, and he
answered,

   "Sure mom...I'm gonna, like, always be your boy, I guess...just like
you're always gonna be my mom....even when I'm all the way grown up..."

   Lisa smiled, nodding in agreement, as she let her eyes flick over his
creamy bare skin once more, and linger on his tempting package, as she felt
the heat in her pussy once more, thinking that he was, indeed, well on his
way to being all grown up, as she told him,

   "That is exactly right, buddy...you and me, all the way....always and
ever...and...just because you are so special, big or little, I have decided
to ply you with pizza in for dinner....what kind do you feel like,
babe...?"

   Joey squealed with excitement, his stunning eyes going wide, as he
yelped,

   "Oh cool....awesome...pepperoni....and....uh...sausage....and, like,
extra cheese, too...ok, mom...?....oh man....pizza....awesome...!"

   Lisa laughed, and nodded, as she stood, and moved off toward her room to
shower, and change, after which she would order the pizza. As she stepped
out of her panties, she ran her fingers through the swollen lips of her
pussy, smiling at the wetness she encountered, as her mind again ran the
image of Joey's pulsing young penis jetting its own wetness into the fly of
his briefs last evening. With a brief dab at her peeking clitoris, she
shuddered, and moved into the shower, being careful to not wet her hair, as
she rinsed away the remnants of the day. Finished, she toweled off, and
moved naked back to her bedroom, and selected a pair of silky running
shorts, and a somewhat too large tank style top. She rifled the dresser
drawer, and paused, as she looked at the panties, and bra, she had chosen,
then, shrugged, and, grinning wickedly, dropped the articles back into the
drawer, then, pulled on the shorts, and top, sans underwear. She posed
briefly at the long mirror on the back of her door, pleased with her still
trim and slender figure, and her shapely legs and she giggled nervously, as
she noted the sharp points of her distended nipples poking saucily at the
thin top. Bringing her fingers to the twin points, she manipulated them,
shuddering, as the wetness flowed between her legs, and she closed her
eyes, suddenly recalling the tantalizing sensation of Joey suckling there
as a baby. Suddenly overwhelmed with insistent desire, she quickly slipped
her hand inside her shorts, and fingered her rigid, and fully distended
clitoris, rapidly setting off a staggering orgasm that left her weak in the
knees, so that she stumbled to her bed, and sat down, savoring the waves of
pleasure that washed over her trembling body, as she muttered under her
breath,

   "Joey....oh god....Joey...!"

   Finally gathering herself, she stood, and walked to the kitchen, and
ordered the pizza delivery, before mixing herself a much needed martini,
which she carried into the living room along with a soda for Joey. They
settled comfortably onto the sofa, and chatted over the evening news
broadcast, as they sipped at their drinks, and waited for the pizza. Lisa
noted on several occasions that Joey stole furtive glances at her swollen
nipples when he thought she was distracted, and each time that he did, he
seemed to find it necessary to adjust his penis within the confines of his
jeans. She bit down on her tongue in an effort to remain stoic, while
secretly being very much pleased, indeed, by his obvious reaction to her
body. Interesting, indeed, she decided, as she stood, deciding that a
second martini was, definitely, in order. She winked at a smiling Joey, his
return gaze falling a tad low for actually meeting her eyes, and she added
just a touch of a saucy wiggle to her slim hips, as she left the room to
refill her drink.

   As Lisa finished the second martini, the door chime sounded, and Joey
eagerly scurried to admit the pizza delivery guy, a rather good looking
young lad of perhaps seventeen, to eighteen. He smiled at Joey's exuberance
over the great smelling pizza, and moved into the room to set the large box
on a table, as Lisa went to the kitchen to retrieve her purse. The clingy
little shorts that no nicely outlined her shapely little butt was not lost
on the delivery guy, who ruffled Joey's soft hair, making some arcane
comment about his being a hungry little dude, as his eyes hungrily scoped
Lisa's cute ass. She returned, handing the kid a twenty, and telling him to
keep the change, as he stole furtive glances at her somewhat distended
nipples pressed to the thin tank top. He grinned, happy with both the
generous tip, and the rapidly thickening penis hidden in his Levi's, as he
turned, and exited the house, thinking that the boy was one lucky little
dude to have such a foxy mom, not to mention a very horny one, of his
practiced eye was to be trusted.

   Lisa carried the pizza box out to the kitchen, an exited Joey right on
her heels, and she set out plates, and napkins, telling Joey to dig in,
while she opened a bottle of red wine, and filled a glass. She snagged
another soda from the fridge, and set it in front of Joey, then, sat down
opposite him, and took a slice of the hot pizza from the box, and began
eating. She delighted in the vigor with which Joey attacked his favorite
food, and giggled with him, when he executed a large burp upon pushing his
plate away. He blushed, mumbling an apology for his lack of couth, and
settled back into his chair, his hand rubbing over his soft, bare tummy to
indicate his fullness. Lisa winked at her son, and stood, picking up both
plates, then, moved to the sink to rinse them. Joey sat quietly, his eyes
riveted on his mother's small butt, and they widened greatly, when she
stepped to the dishwasher, and bent over to open it. The small, clinging
shorts material stretched tautly over the perfect mounds of her tight
little butt, and Joey stifled a small groan, as the satiny material wedged
into the cleft of his mother's ass. He blinked, his hand automatically
moving to grope his throbbing boner, as he idly wondered why seeing her in
that position made his penis hard. As he mulled that thought, Lisa scooped
up a damp sponge, and moved back to the table, bending down to swipe the
crumbs away, a movement which allowed the loose fitting top to sag forward,
offering a stunned Joey an unfettered view of her bare breasts as they hung
pendulously from her chest. He gulped, very nearly squealing, as he bit
down on his tongue, his penis lurching strongly inside his tight jeans, as
he focused on the pear-shaped breasts, and the long, stiff nipples that
capped them. Lisa swung her upper body side to side as she mopped at the
tabletop, causing her breasts to swing slightly, and Joey very nearly
squirted into his pants, as he swallowed hard, and blinked rapidly, his
face growing suddenly warm. She straightened then, seemingly oblivious to
the show she had just put on for her young son, and turned away from the
table, as Joey seized the opportunity for escape. He quickly jumped off the
chair, and headed for the doorway, his hand groping his rigid penis through
his tight jeans, as he called over his shoulder,

   "That was so awesome, mom....really....I'm...uh...gonna go get my bath,
now..."

   Lisa glanced back, just catching his rapid exit from the room, and
smiled, fully aware of the excellent tit-shot he had gotten, exactly as she
had planned it, and replied,

   "Sure, honey...I'm glad you...enjoyed it...see you soon for cuddles,
ok...?"

   Joey, half way across the living room now, called back, his voice once
again cracking with his excitement,

   "Uh...yea sure, mom...see you in a little while....for cuddles...!"

   Reaching his bedroom, Joey swung the door shut, and tugged frantically
at the belt, and fly, of his jeans, opening them, and quickly pushing them
down his smooth, hairless legs. He stepped out of the puddled material at
his ankles, then, quickly followed with his briefs, freeing his acing young
erection to stand at nearly ninety degrees from his nearly hair free
groin. He quickly wrapped his slender fingers around the turgid stalk, and
squeezed it, groaning at the sensation, as he felt the growing tingle deep
in his small balls. Oh wow, he thought excitedly, that was, like, totally
amazing...wow...mom's really got great tits...and, wow...her nipples
are. Like, huge...and...and...all pointy...and....and....oh, jeez...! His
young mind aflame with lust, and confusion, he stepped to his bed, and
threw himself onto it face down, his rigid penis jamming into the mattress,
and he unconsciously humped into it, his mind filled with the image of his
mothers shapely breasts, and pointed nipples. Suddenly, he was nearly
overcome with the familiar feeling that barely preceded his squirts, and he
froze in mid-thrust against the bed, quickly rolling onto his back in a
last ditch effort to prevent his squirts.

   He took deep breaths, his chest rising and falling, and he lifted his
head, peering over his torso at his dripping penis, and giggled, seeing so
rigid, pulsing along with his rapid heartbeat, the rounded head a deep
shade of red, and glistening, with his flowing discharge of fluid. Oh man,
that was so close...jeez...I almost squirted, he thought, and man, I
really, really, want to squirt, too...but, jeez...it's my mom...oh
jeez...I'm not supposed to be feeling this about my freeking
mom...jeezo...! He closed his eyes then, struggling for control, and trying
to think up box scores, or math problems, anything to make his boner go
away, but, to his chagrin, all he could think of was his mothers bare tits,
and, about how she had touched him...ok, rubbed... his boner, last
night...and...how she was, like, waiting right now...waiting
to...cuddle...she said...oh man...maybe...she might....oh
wow...really....maybe she will, like....um....touch....rub me....my
boner.....again...so I squirt....oh, jeez....!

   That last series of thought very nearly caused young Joey to abandon all
effort to forestall his burning desire to squirt, as he moved his hand
toward his throbbing erection, knowing full well that no more than two, or
three quick strokes would be required to make it erupt, but he managed, at
the last possible second, to force himself not to touch it, but instead,
roll off the bed, and hurry into the bathroom, and then into a tub filled
with tepid-cool water. He lay back, more soaking than washing, fearful that
any touch to his overheated young body would result in a massive squirting,
as he once more replayed the incredible events of the previous evenings
"cuddles" with his mom, and he shuddered, lightly fingering his small
nipples as she had done then, then, shuddering again, as the small jolting
feeling coursed through his slim body. Taking a deep breath, and holding
it, Joey slid fully under the cool water, blowing bubbles from his
submerged mouth, and let the distraction of being under water pull his mind
away from last evening, and, what might lie in store fir the next couple of
hours. His ramped erection finally receding to half-mast, Joey climbed out
of the tub, dried off, and went back to his bedroom. Pulling open the
drawer of his dresser, he selected a fresh pair of the small white briefs
he favored, and slipped them on, then, took another deep breath, grabbed
his favorite pillow from the bed, and moved down the hallway to join his
mom on the sofa for their usual post-dinner cuddles.

   Lisa sat quietly on the sofa, anxious for Joey's return, and more
anxious still to see his chosen attire. Still uncertain as to his feelings
regarding her masturbating him to orgasm last evening, she worried that he
would affect some change in his usual small briefs, sending some subtle
signal that he didn't want her attentions in that way, and she had already
vowed against it happening again, although she would much prefer it to be
her decision, rather than some form of his rejection. She felt his
presence, and shifted her gaze to the hallway, and smiled, a feeing of
relief flowing through her, as she saw him moving toward her dressed in his
typical little briefs, and carrying his favorite pillow under his
arm. Grinning, she let her gaze sweep over his lithe body, savoring his
satin smooth skin, and abject smoothness, not failing to note the enticing
boy-bulges at his barely covered crotch as he walked up in front of
her. She looked up, meeting his soft, pretty eyes, and smiled, as she
extended her arms, and said,

   "There's my squeaky clean boy...all fresh, and glowing...come and cuddle
mommy, sweetie, this is my very favorite part of the day...!"

   Joey grinned, his dazzling smile making her heart skip, and he settled
onto the sofa, stretching his colt-like legs over the length of the sofa,
and positioning his pillow in her lap, as always, before lying down with is
head on the pillow. Lisa sighed in contentment, and eased back into the
cushions, as both of them turned the bulk of their attention to the
television set. Joey sighed deeply, and shifted slightly, as Lisa idly
placed her hand on his smooth, golden shoulder, her fingers lightly moving
over the soft skin there, and tickling at the small hairs at the back of
his neck. Several minutes passed this way, as Lisa struggled mightily with
the temptation to rub the boys back, and lower still, determined to not
repeat her previous violation of her young son's body. She strived to focus
on the TV show, her feverish mind reeling with desire to bolden her
stroking of his creamy smooth skin, and slender body, as she gritted her
teeth, and struggled to push such thoughts from her mind. She could hear
her rapid pulse as a roaring sound in her ears, and she felt the increasing
dampness in her crotch, as the boyish scents of him wafted over her, and
she squirmed slightly, the smooth material of her shorts wedging between
her swollen pussy lips, and contacting her rigid clitoris, causing a small
groan to escape her trembling lips.

   Joey lie still, relishing the tingles that his mothers fingers moving
over his shoulders, and neck, was causing in his electrified body, and he
longed for her to move down over his body. Please, he silently pleaded,
please, mom...do it again....please....oh man...touch me some more...down
there...my boner...rub it again...so I squirt....oh
man....mom....please....! Yet, for another half hour, it was not to be, his
mother confining her burning touch to only that safe area of his extremely
tense body, until Joey could stand it no longer without just screaming, or
dieing, or some equally extreme act. Throwing all caution, and further
pretense to the wind, Joey sucked in a deep breath, and rolled over, going
fully onto his back at the same moment that he reached out, and grasped his
mothers wrist in a vise-like grip. Startled, Lisa looked down at her son,
instantly noting the deep flush on his cheeks, and the look of hunger in
his eyes, as she half-heartedly resisted his tugging at her wrist, and his
attempts to guide her hand to his nearly naked body. His eyes locked onto
hers, the look one of pure pleading, and need, and Lisa shuddered, knowing
full well that her battle of resistance was lost, as she relaxed, and
allowed her son to steer her hand lower onto his incredibly sexy little
body until her fingertips contacted his slightly swollen little nipples
once more. He gasped, and sighed deeply, his soft eyes fluttering, then
closing, as Lisa lightly fingered his puffy nipples, gliding from one, to
the other, as she exhaled in resignation, and mouthed, under her breath,

   "Joey....oh god, Joey....my boy....so very soft...sweet...my sexy, baby
boy...!"

   Joey sighed again, a small mewing sound coming from his soft, lush lips,
as his mother slid her hand lower, lightly stroking his soft tummy, before
dipping just under the elastic of his small briefs. He thrust his slender
hips slightly upward, and emitted another groan, as Lisa fixed her glazed
over gaze on the rigid erection that threatened to tear through the small
briefs, and it was her turn, then, to moan, and ease her hand lower still,
so that her fingers once more grasped the rock hard shaft of her young
son's pulsing penis.

   "OHhhhh...mom....oh wow....that's.....soooo.....ohhhh....!" squeaked
Joey, as Lisa began moving her gripping hand up and down his rigid penis,
stroking it, and relishing the amazing hardness, and heat, that radiated
from it. Up, and down, she worked the turgid stalk, each stroke moving her
deeper into the throws of her unbridled passion, and lust, for her son's
cock, and she groaned in both heat, and shame, as her pussy turned into a
churning froth of wetness, and searing heat.

   "Joey...son....baby....oh my God....so wonderful...my big boy...such a
man you have become....my man...my Joey....ohh....oh....yes...!" she
crooned, her fist finding a steady rhythm of stroking her sons hardness, as
she felt the wetness on his small briefs, evidence of his growing
excitement, and lust.

   Joey panted, and groaned, his young body awash in sensation, and his
young mind reeling with the pure wonder of it all, and he suddenly needed
to actually feel her amazing touch...his mothers hand...fingers...all of
it...on his naked penis...and he suddenly wanted her...needed her to see
him...naked and hard...so very hard...and
wet...and....oh..oh...oh...shifting suddenly, Joey thrust his hips upward,
his fast moving hands pushing Lisa's hand off his penis, as he grabbed at
the briefs, and yanked them down over his hips, and his erection, pushing
the small garment down his satin smooth thighs, as he dropped heavily back
onto his back, his eyes locking briefly on his mothers startled gaze. He
thrust again, regaining her attention, and Lisa turned her head to look at
her son's nakedness, her jaw dropping slightly, as she focused on his
throbbing young penis where it lay against his smooth abdomen.

   "Oh Joey....oh baby....God....you are so
perfect...beautiful...absolutely.....beautiful, baby.....oh God...!" she
groaned, her hand moving quickly to grasp the silky smooth shaft, and
stroke the buttery skin there, as she slid a fingertip over the drooling
head, so smooth, and spongy to the touch...and so very wet with his young
juices flowing steadily from the tiny slit.

   Joey groaned loudly, his whole body singing with tingles, as he gasped,
savoring the unbelievable feeling of his mother touching his naked
penis. He gasped again, thrusting his hips onto her hand, and all but
yelled out loud, when she moved her other hand to his crotch, and gently
cupped the silky smooth pouch of his balls.

   "OHhhh...moommmmmy....! He hissed, his balls suddenly spasming, and
rolling upward, as his mother rolled them in her soft hand, and picked up
the pace of rubbing the length of his penis.

   "Yes baby....oh God...yes...let it happen Joey...squirt for mommy,
baby-boy...ohh, Joey....yes...yes....yes...! Lisa chanted her hand flying
over his spitting boyhood.

   Joey grunted loudly, his small but driving upward, as his penis jerked,
and swelled in his mothers hand, and erupted, ending his boyish cum pellets
spraying forth in rapid jets to splatter over his heaving tummy, and Lisa's
pumping hand.

   "Uunngggg.....Aaagggg....!" Joey wailed, his hips bucking wildly, as
spurt after spurt of his creamy boy-honey ejected from his now wilting
penis, until he as spent, and shaken to his very core, as he sagged back
onto the sofa, panting, and gasping.

   Knowing he would be sensitive, and tender, following such an intense
orgasm, Lisa reluctantly released his now soft, and very small little
penis, and moved her fingers through the collected pools of creamy young
semen that dotted Joey's soft tummy, savoring its heady aroma, and the
slippery, warm texture of the nectar, as she spread it into his soft
skin. She looked don at his flushed, and sweating face, and he met her
gaze, a wide smile crossing his pretty face, as she winked at him, and he
winked back, neither of them saying anything, as they relished the most
rare, and intense, moment that can pass between mother and son. Joey
stretched, and sighed deeply, as Lisa gently fingers his small, soft penis
briefly, then, closed her eyes, and let her head drop back onto the sofa
cushion, as she sighed, as well, every ounce of her tension flowing out of
her still trembling body.

   Joey, she thought to herself....my amazing little boy.....

(To be Continued)
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