Date: Sat, 10 Jul 2010 16:00:53 -0400 From: Anna Spence Subject: Raising Henry Part 1 Raising Henry - Part 1 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction! It contains sexual intercourse between mother and underage son. If you are offended by reading such material - please move on. If you are in a place where such fiction is illegal - please move on also If you enjoy reading erotic incest stories and it is legal where you are - You are welcome to this story, and any feedback or suggestions how the story might continue is appreciated! It was the end of yet another late day in the office, another day of doing work that my boss insisted on having it done for no reason at all. Another day of my son having to put himself to bed, another day of feeling like a failure as his mother. I am a single mom. My son is 13 years old, his name is Henry. He looks just like his Dad - blond hair, dark brown eyes, tanned from spending his summer days in the pool with his friends, and at his age he is all legs and arms. I love my son, he brings joy to my life every day - even though life with a teenager isn't always easy. Henry's Dad left when Henry was only 4 years old. I guess the responsibility of raising a kid and providing for a family was too much for him, and he simply took off. I haven't heard from him ever again. He left me alone to take all the responsibility for our son, for the house, and for our lives. I work as a secretary in a dead end job, but it pays enough to make ends meet. I am not complaining, I am glad I have my job. The only real problem I have are days like today when I leave the house before Henry wakes up and come back when he is asleep. He already lost one parent, and I feel like I am not much of a parent to him either. After taking off my shoes and jacket I tip toe to his room. The door is slightly open and I hear his even breathing - he is a good boy, and usually follows his bed time with not too much of a concession. I sit on the side of his bed and watch his face being lit dimly from the streetlight outside his window. He is such a wonderful boy! With his 13 years he is stuck between being a boy and being a man, and I can see the conflict every day. He is starting to notice girls, doesn't want me to kiss him in public anymore, and he even insists that he is growing some underarm hair. At the same time, he is still my little boy who is playful, creative, and depends on his Mom so much. It is a hard time for him, I know, and it's not easy as a parent to always understand what is important to him and why. I gently kiss his forehead, taking in his scent. He smells like shampoo and soap, and like my son. Love floods through my chest as I take in his soft round face, gentle features and smooth lips. One day these lips will kiss his wife, and the thought of it is tormenting me already. I I look down on his exposed upper body. He has been playing a lot of sports and it shows. Henry is still on the scrawny side, growing too fast for his body to fill in. His arms are long, the skin tan and covered with the slightest dust of golden hair. His hands are the hands of the little boy he still is - smooth and small. I am most fascinated by his torso - tan skin, smooth chest, nicely but not overly defined muscles. In a few years he will make many girls drool. I find myself gently tracing his collarbone with my index finger, feeling his warm and smooth skin touching mine. I love him so much! Unconsciously and in thoughts about our future I start caressing his stomach and chest like I did when he was a baby, relaxing him and soothing him to sleep. I notice my pussy starting to get moist. NO, I scold myself, this is just wrong. The boy is your son! As I stand up to walk away I glance at Henry again and notice a slight bulge in the crotch area and the sheet. My little boy really is growing up. Both excited and a little sad about the thought of Henry ever leaving me I go to my room, get ready for bed, and fall asleep quickly. The next morning I wake up early and get into my running outfit. My early morning run has helped my many times seeing things from a different perspective and clearing my head for the day to come. As I walk down the stairs I hear a noise coming from Henry's room. I stop and stick my head into his room: Morning honey! I can see his is awake since his crazy morning hair is moving on his pillow, but he is turning away from me and only mumbling a rushed 'mornin' Intrigued I wait by the door, and sure enough he start resuming his 'work' as soon as he thinks I am out the door. I watch my little boy lay on his back, naked. His young dick is standing proudly, and he is pleasuring himself with great concentration and intensity. I am frozen into place, knowing that I shouldn't be watching but I can't help it. This is such an amazing sight, my little boy playing with his penis. I watch him rub his penis, massage his balls, run his hand over his chest, pinch his own nipples, and after only a few minutes he is rushing to grab a tennis sock which he fills with his little boy cum. WOW! This was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Now I quickly go for my run before Henry notices that I have been watching him. As I am running down the block I catch myself wondering how long he has been doing this. And what his stiff dick must feel like. Is he producing cum already? Could my baby be this grown up already? With a very wet pussy I finish my run early and return home. Henry is asleep again, and I head to the shower where I spend a few heated minutes with the massage setting on the shower head, thinking of my little boy's dick. Today I am able to leave work early and get back home in time for dinner with Henry. All day I have been thinking about what I saw this morning, and how soft his skin felt under my palm last night. While I am fascinated and turned on by this thought, I am also scolding myself for thinking this way about my own son, a kid!!! It's not right, and I have no business even thinking about it, much less be turned on by it. I should really find myself a boyfriend, I obviously have desires that need to be taken care of!!! As soon as I get home Henry starts bugging me about ordering pizza. After some nagging on his end and my realization that there really isn't much in the fridge to cook a healthy meal with I give in - and we order pizza. Henry wants to show me this new video game he has, and we end up having a very nice and fun evening together. Mother and son, as it should be!!!! Yet - I can't help but notice his firm and perfectly round butt that looks so inviting in his basketball shorts. I can't get over how cute his little boy/man chest is. I can't help but think oh his hard little boy penis and how it would feel to be fucked by it Stop thinking these thoughts!!!!! Henry goes to bed 30min after his normal bed time, and not too long after I turn in as well. Tonight I avoid going to his room, even though I REALLY want to, but I find it best to keep myself out of situations that might further these thoughts and phantasies of my little boy. However, I lay awake in my bed. Too many thoughts going on at the same time. My little boy is growing up. My little boy is having a sex life, even though for the moment as far as I know reduced to just his right hand. My little boy is making my pussy wet with his hot body. Before I drift asleep my last thought is: I want to see him jerk off again!!! It is 4am when I wake up from a noise and some movement on my bed. I open my eyes and look in the eyes of my son Henry. He is laying on top of me, and I can see a raw nature in his eyes that I have never seen before. It's desire and lust! 'Henry, what are you doing up??' His body weight is pushing me down in the mattress, and he quickly covers my mouth with his hand. 'sssssssssssssht' he says, willing me to stay quiet And before I know it, I feel my little son's lips pressed on mine, taste his breath, his sweet innocence, his scent that has always intrigued me. He is holding my hands pressed into the mattress while his tongue enters my mouth. My little son is kissing me!!! I start to twist and turn to get him off me, but he is surprisingly strong and his position on me gives him the upper hand in this situation. He pushed his tongue further into my mouth, kissing me deeply, and then suddenly stops. With a raw and lusty voice he says: 'I am the man of the house now, and it's time I make that clear' With that he starts kissing me again, and lets go of one of my arms only to start caressing my breasts through my night gown. I know I should push him away, this is so wrong, this kid is my son!!!! Yet - I can't! I feel my nipples get hard from his touch, and before I know it his hand is under my shirt squeezing my boobs hard and roughly. I moan, feel my pussy getting wet. My son is raping me, and I love it!!!!! I feel his hard dick pressed against my leg, humping me, wanting more and more. I give in and let him do. I close my eyes, and let Henry be the man. I know this is important to him since he has never had a father figure in his life, and I know he needs to show me that he is the alpha male in this house from now on - and he has chosen the most instinctive way to do so! He slides my night shirt over my head and quickly takes one of my big pink nipples into his mouth, sucking it hard and longing. Just like he did as a baby, I realize, and enjoy every moment of my little son sucking my stiff nipple. I moan, eyes still closed, and start caressing my little boy-man. His skin is soft and hot, sweaty, and heated with anticipation. I feel his hairless back, place my hands on his smooth butt cheeks massaging them lightly. While I tremendously enjoy my son raping me I know I must let him be the lead, the male. This is important to him, and I will not strip him of this experience. He is in charge! He bites my nipple, gently first and then pushing it a bit more encouraged by my moaning. 'yes Henry, suck my nipples just like you did as a baby. You are a man now Henry, take me, show me the man you are!!!!' He moans, and I feel his little dick being rubbed against my leg with more ambition. His lips wander to my other breast, and he engulfes my already painfully stiff nipple and bites it hard, making me scream in lust and pain. I finally reach for his boyhood. I will make this a manhood tonight, this much is sure! His penis is hard and swollen, I would estimate 5 inches long, no hair around there whatsoever. I quickly realize that I want to be fucked by my son, I want to be fucked by Henry! I open my legs to allow him access, and he quickly start playing with my pussy. His little hand is caressing my womanhood. He is nervous, I can tell, but also determined to show his mother the man he is. Awkwardly he is looking for my pleasure spot, and I finally guide him to the right place. Once there, he does pure magic. He is so gently, yet so determined. He rubs and massages my clit, tastes my pussy juice, kisses me while rubbing my swollen clit some more. Finally he looks me in the eyes and says: It's time! With that, his hard dick thrusts deep into my vagina, and my son is now officially a man! I feel his penis inside me, and my Henry is fucking me with the energy that only a teenager can have! Im in heaven, and as I feel him moan and start to breath heavy I guide his hand to my clit to allow us to climax together. With the determination of a testosterone filled man my little son pounds my pussy, his man meat drilling as deep into me as possible. I feel his breath getting faster and harder, his thrusting getting quicker, and I know I am about to be filled with my son's semen! The anticipation is amazing, and even though I know Im not there yet to have shared orgasm, I am happy and extremely satisfied with my son's penis unloading his boy cum into my pussy With a hoarse voice I hear him whisper in my ear: Mommy, your little boy is giving you his man juice now The second he says it he convulses into an orgasm, and as I feel my little guy collapse unto me and his cum squirt into my insides, I also fall into the most amazing orgasm I have ever had in my life. An orgasm only my baby can give me! - End of part 1 - For feedback or suggestions how the story could continue, please email raisinghenry@gmail.com Copyright by raisinghenry@gmail.com this story may not be used in whole or in part without prior written permision by the author