Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 22:07:59 -0700 From: Tim Marsh Subject: TV With Mom ***This story is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com Emails containing attachments are automatically deleted without being opened. I get a lot of emails and I will respond if I have time. I love hearing your feedback, but use common sense. I have no problem reporting you.*** T.V. With Mom I was at home watching t.v. With Mom the first night we talked about anything sexual together. I was only nine years old, but I was starting to get boners more often than not, and especially when I saw naked people on the television. I usually squirm all over the sofa next to Mom while we watched her favorite show, Pyre Gables, and she didn't seem to mind. My favorite way to lay next to her was upside down, with my feet beside her head. I would tilt my head all the way back so that it was over the edge of the seat and I would watch the show that way. If I had questions about things on the show I only had to look up at Mom to talk to her. It was a strange way to watch a show, but I was nine and I liked to do things different. Pyre Gables was a fantasy t.v. Show, but it was for grown ups, which is why Mom ended up explaining things to me as the plot became complicated. I loved the dragons in the show and the old armor that the characters wore, but I especially loved the naked scenes. I gasped and kept still as I watched a dozen nude women run to jump into a giant pool of water. I could still see their breasts as they sat around and one girl sat at the edge of the pool with her feet in the water, and you could see the hair on her crotch. "Does that itch?" I asked Mom, looking up at her. "Does what itch, Evan?" She asked. "The hair 'down there'." I added, glancing at Mom's crotch. "Not always." She answered, taking a sip from her glass of wine. "It's like having hair on your head. It doesn't itch all of the time, just sometimes." My eyes went back to the t.v. To watch a naked man jump into the pool. The man moved to the girl who sat at the edge of the pool. He was trying to convince her to allow his men safe passage through her land in the coming months. The girl kept refusing what he asked, but then he moved his hand to her crotch. The girl closed her legs, but his hand was still in there. The scene now only showed their faces and it looked to me like the girl was in some kind of pain because of what the man was doing with his hand. She gasped and moved around but she never stopped looking at him. It was confusing to me as to why she would let him do this. "What are they doing?" I asked Mom, not taking my eyes off the flat screen t.v. "He's making her feel good, 'down there'." Mom answered. I watched as the girl moaned and began hopping up and down where she sat. I tried to imagine how he would move his hand to make it feel good, but I wasn't sure how it could be done. Her moans became high in pitch and she moved around a lot until her mouth opened wide and she seemed to be straining. Finally she stopped looking like she was in agony and she was breathing deep like she had been running. "Why did they stop?" I asked. "Because when you do it for a bit, it feels really good and then you don't want to do it anymore." Mom answered. I liked that she was drinking her wine because I think it made her more willing to answer my questions about adult things. She poured herself another glass full of red wine and we continued watching the show. There was one more scene in that episode where a man walked along a line up of girls and he touched their breasts and even ran a finger along the hair at their crotches. I felt my dick become hard, as it does a lot, and I flexed my boner repeatedly. I caught Mom's eyes glance at my dick and she smiled at me. I smiled back and I knew my face was turning red. When the show was over, Mom changed the channel to one of her favorite shows that has a bunch of women arguing about men, but they never had any naked people. "Rub my tummy and chest?" I asked Mom, lifting up my shirt. Her hand laid flat on my chest, like she always did and her elbow rested at my crotch, since I was laying upside down, with my head at her knees. I heard her gasp when her arm touched my boner. "Evan?" She questioned with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry." I told her, "It gets like that a lot." She moved her arm up so that it wasn't touching my boner as she rubbed her hand around my torso in slow circles. This was one of my favorite parts of sitting with Mom at night. Dad didn't like it when Mom used to do this, but they got divorced a couple of years ago and she went back to doing it again. I flinched when Mom's arm brushed my boner again and she apologized. I told her that I didn't mind when she did that because it felt nice, but she ignored what I said and moved her arm up and away again. Her arm brushed my hardon again and I pushed my hips up, hoping she would leave her arm there but she didn't. "Please?" I asked, "Just do it a couple more times?" Mom was straight faced and it looked like she was thinking about it. Finally I felt her arm move down to rest on my hardon. She wiggled her elbow on my dick and it felt amazing. "There," She said, as she moved her arm away again. "I think that's enough, you little horndog." "What's a horndog?" I laughed. "Don't worry about it." Mom said. She stopped rubbing my tummy after that and I soon fell asleep next to her. I had to wait a couple of days before we got to sit like that again because she worked late sometimes. We were watching another stupid show that was for girls and I was bored. I was wiggling around up side down next to Mom again and I asked her to rub my tummy. She placed her hand on my stomach again and she started moving her hand in circles again. My dick wasn't hard at first, but as she continued to rub me, I felt my dick stiffen. She stopped briefly as her elbow nudged my dick and then she smiled and shook her head. I was surprised when she continued rubbing my tummy for a little more. Her hand was making slow circles on my chest but eventually she moved back down and he elbow was stimulating me again. "Yeah, like that." I said as I felt her arm rub against the under side of my dick in slow repeating motions. She took a drink of her wine again and I noticed that the bottle was almost empty, which meant that she was pretty drunk. I was pushing my hips up against her arm but she didn't seem to mind. "Is this what that guy was doing to the naked girl on tv the other day?" I asked. "Yes." Mom answered. "It feels so good!" I said as I gripped her arm with my thighs. "Just a bit more and then you should go to bed, Honey." She said, looking at me with bloodshot eyes. I didn't answer her, I only thrust my tiny erection against her arm more. Mom responded by pressing her arm harder against me. I was getting really excited and I held onto her hand with both of my hands, holding her arm in place. "Okay. That's enough, Honey." She said, pulling her arm out of my grip. "Just a little more?" I begged. "No." She said in her strict 'Mom voice'. "Mothers and sons aren't supposed to do those kinds of things." I immediately felt bad about asking her to let me do it more and I rolled off of the couch. Mom chugged the last of her wine and walked with me to tuck me into bed. "Now I know why the naked girl let that man rub her down there." I told Mom. "It feels pretty good, huh?" Mom asked. I nodded my head and jumped into bed. Mom sat on the edge of my bed and stroked her fingers through my hair. I placed my hand between my legs and began humping my dick against my wrist. Mom shook her head again and chuckled. "It feels better when you do it." I told her. "I'll do it again the next time we watch t.v. together. Okay?" She asked. "Right now, you need to get to sleep." I reluctantly pulled my arm away from my dick and nodded in agreement. Mom continued running her fingers through my hair for a few minutes and then she leaned down to kiss my forehead. I felt her arm rest briefly on my little hardon and she massaged it a few times. Then she shut off my bedroom lamp and left the room. When Mom was gone, I wanted to keep rubbing myself, but I felt like I could do it all night if I wanted to. Mom was right, I needed to go to sleep. The next day, I found Karen, the babysitter, in our living room when I came home from school. Mom told me that she was going out with some of her girlfriends and that she might be back late. My shoulders slumped as I tried to accept that there would be no couch time with Mom that night. As Mom got ready, I could smell her perfume as she rushed around the house. She was talking on the phone with one of her friends and it sounded like she was being set up on some kind of a date with a man. After Mom was gone, I sat on the recliner and tried to ignore any talking with Karen. I hated Karen because she smelled like gross lotion and he breath always smelled like the zoo. Luckily Karen didn't want to talk to me that much and I could watch t.v. in peace. It wasn't even my bed time when the front door opened and Mom walked in. Her eyes were wet like she had been crying. She said a few quiet words to Karen and then she handed her some money. Karen said goodnight to me and then she left. Mom went to the bathroom and stayed in there for a bit. I heard her blowing her nose and then she finally came out. She sat down in her usual spot on the couch and I sat next to her, seeing that her eyes were still red. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Men." Mom said. "Some men can be mean. That's all." I wasn't sure what to say so I hugged her again. I felt her shudder as she cried silently as I hugged her. She kissed my cheek several times and told me that I was a good boy and to never forget that girls have feelings too. I promised her that I wouldn't and I let her hold me as long as she needed. When she had settled down, I went to get her some tissues to dry her eyes. She blew her nose again and when I asked her what happened, she refused to tell me. "I think some wine would be good." She told me. It looked like she was going to get up and open a bottle, but she didn't. I got up and went to the kitchen and then returned with a bottle of her favorite red wine with a bottle opener and a clean glass. She forced a smile and told me I was a good boy again. Judging by the way she fumbled with the bottle opener, I could tell that she had already been drinking. When she poured a full glass of wine, she chugged it and then set the glass on the table beside the couch. "That's much better." She said. She opened her arms to ask for a hug and I gladly gave it. This time Mom wasn't crying, she was just hugging me tight. I felt her hands run along my sides and then she kissed my cheek. I kissed her back, but I was surprised when her kisses went down my neck. She pulled at the collar of my shirt so that her lips kissed my bare shoulder and I could feel her hands moving all over my body. "Sorry, Honey." Mom mumbled against my neck. "I guess I was just needing some extra love." "It's okay. I don't mind." I told her. Her hands tugged upward on the hem of my shirt and she pulled until my shirt was all of the way off. She threw my shirt across the living room which made me laugh. Her lips were back to kissing my shoulders and then she was kissing my chest and telling me what a strong muscular boy I was. "Sorry again, Evan." She said as she kissed my stomach. "It's okay, Mom. You can have all the love you need." I told her. As soon as I said that, she pulled me tight against her, and I felt her lips and tongue swirling around on my stomach. I chuckled because her mouth was tickling me, like when she blew air on my tummy and made farting noises. "I should slow down." She said, almost to herself. She was quiet for a bit as she pulled away and sat back against the couch again. Finally, Mom said, "You want me to rub your tummy?" "Okay!" I agreed as I quickly jumped onto the couch next to Mom. I say down the regular way but then I moved to turn myself upside down, as always. I felt Mom's arm press against my dick immediately. "It's not hard." Mom said as she moved her arm around on my dick. "It's starting to get hard." I said. I let my head rest back on the edge of the seat cushion as I stared at the ceiling and enjoyed my mother's touch. She was pressing against my dick harder than the last time and it felt really good. I bent my knees and squeezed my knees together as I rolled my hips against Mom's arm. My hands gripped her hand, holding it in place again. After a few thrusts, my hands moved down closer to her elbow so I could press the bottom part of her forearm against my dick as I started to thrust faster. I was humping against Mom's arm really fast when I felt her pull away. I laid there catching my breath, figuring that I was bed time, like last time. I was going to get up but then I saw Mom's hand grab the waistband of my shorts. She fished her fingers into my undies and I tensed up as she tickled the head of my dick. Our eyes met and I knew my face was turning red as she fondled me. The whole situation felt naughty, like when she talked to me about 'bad touch'. I watched her take another large gulp of wine and then she pulled on my shorts and cotton briefs at the same time, pulling them along my legs. "I'm naked now." I said as I pulled my knees up to cover myself. Mom pulled my shorts and undies all the way off and then she tossed the across the living room. She rubbed my legs with her hand as she drank from her wine glass and I could feel her fingers try to slip between my closed legs. I wasn't sure why I was so embarrassed since she had already let me hump her arm, but I couldn't help it. "I've seen you naked before, Evan." Mom said as she caressed my legs. "Yeah." I answered quietly. "Is this making you uncomfortable?" She asked, still stoking my legs. I shrugged and answered, "It feels bad. It feels like I'll get in trouble or something." Mom laughed a little, "You won't get in trouble." I finally gave in, but I felt a huge knot in my throat as her hands parted my legs and she saw my boner. My stomach was swimming with excited butterflies as I felt the back of Mom's fingers run along the under side of my hardon. "It's so cute." She said. I shuddered in response and she grabbed my tiny cock at the base and squeezed repeatedly. Her fingers held my shaft and she moved the skin up and down, which felt amazing. I let out a long and shaky sigh and opened my legs more. It felt like I was letting her do something that I shouldn't and I couldn't look her in the eye as she stroked my dick. I felt a little sick inside, but I also felt like I didn't want her to stop touching me. She took another drink of her wine and then she set the glass back on the table. Her hand left my cock so she could spread my legs apart with both hands. My legs automatically tensed up again, trying to close, but I gave in. When my legs were more open, I felt Mom's hands wander all over my balls and she even ran a finger along my butt crack. I flinched and grabbed her hands to make her stop, but my touch wasn't as forceful as I had planned. I ended up gently holding Mom's caressing hands instead. Her right hand went back to jacking my boner at a steady pace and it felt amazing. She ran her fingers through my hair with her other hand as she masturbated me. Our eyes met, but Mom looked more serious. I put a hand on her hand that was rubbing my dick and said, "Wait..." Mom responded by leaning forward, kissing my cheek as she continued to stroke my dick. "What's wrong, Honey?" She whispered. She picked up the pace on my dick and I couldn't tell her to stop. It felt too good. She continued kissing my cheek and worked her way down to my neck. I could feel her tongue licking me with every kiss and it send shivers through me. When she pulled off me to take another sip from her glass, I saw that her left hand was massaging the crotch of her pants. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Rubbing myself." She answered, "It feels good, like yours when you rub it." She sat back against the couch and spread her legs to let me see better. She was pinching her fingers and her thumb together repeatedly and her legs were twitching while she did it. All of her focus was on her crotch so she stopped rubbing my dick. I took over jacking myself off as I watched Mom feel herself up. I knew she didn't have a penis and I was trying to figure out where she was rubbing that was making it feel so good. "Do you want me to get naked too?" She asked. I nodded my head and kept a steady pace on my cock, which was feeling amazing. I never knew that if you kept rubbing it, the feeling would get better. "Slow down." Mom said, pointing at my dick. "Make it last." I wasn't sure what she meant, but I stopped jacking my dick and watched her walk to the front door to lock it. On her way back, she removed her shirt and kicked off her shoes. I had seen Mom getting changed before, but this time she was taking off clothes so I could watch her masturbate and it was exciting. When she pulled her pants off, I saw that her white panties had a wet spot at the crotch. When I asked her if it was pee she told me that girls get hot and wet when they feel good. She pulled her panties off and I got a look at her bush of hair that looked smaller than I expected. She hurried to unhook and remove her bra, making her breasts bounce. She stood in front of the couch and let me examine her. I turned myself right side up to get a better look. My hand went back to stroking my dick as I looked at Mom's naked body in a new way. It made my dick tingle to watch her play with her hard nipples and jab her fingers into her pussy. I was sitting the normal way on the couch and Mom knelt between my spread legs. She leaned forward to kiss my forehead. I felt her tits rub against my legs as she moved down to kiss my cheeks. She was moaning and kissing me everywhere. When she kissed me on the lips I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and I gasped, but she kept kissing me like that. When Mom finally pulled back, she smiled at me and then she took my left hand and placed it on her right breast. She moved my fingers around her hard nipple and I heard her moan. I placed my other hand on the other breast and she let me play with them. Finally, she stood up again and her crotch was at eye level. I watched her fingers rub the top part of her pussy lips and I knew that it was what the man on the tv show was doing to the girl by the water. I was nervous when Mom moved my hand to place it on her pussy which was warm. She spread her legs more and pressed my fingers on the place she wanted me to rub. I rubbed her slowly at first, but then I rubbed faster because I knew my dick felt good when I rubbed faster. Mom tensed up and she pushed her hips forward as I rubbed her pussy. "Shit!" Mom moaned. She began playing with her nipples while I rubbed her pussy and she kept telling me that I was a good boy. After a few minutes she grabbed my hand, pressing my fingers hard against her cunt, moving them the way she wanted. I mimicked her hand on mine and she began rocking her hips as I rubbed. "This is what your Dad did to me before we had sex." Mom moaned. "He would rub my pussy and then he would put his penis inside of me." Her words sounded odd to me. It was like she was saying that he removed his penis and somehow it was inside of her. I slowed my massaging on her pussy as I tried to figure it out. Mom noticed my confusion and she said, "I'll show you." She pulled my hand away and then she knelt on the couch, placing a leg on each side of me. She told me to slide down on the couch more and I did. My back was flat on the couch cushion where my butt would normally sit and my head was resting so that my chin touched my chest. I looked up at Mom as she lowered herself so that she was sitting on my dick. Her hips moved around and her fingers guided my hardon into her pussy. "Your Dad would put his dick inside of me, like this," She said as she gyrated her hips. "He would do that until his dick pumped sperm into me. It's how we made you." Mom's mussy felt incredible on my little hardon. I placed a hand on each of her hips as she hopped up and down on me. With every movement, my dick became hotter and more sensitive. I wanted the good feeling to go faster so I bucked my hips up into her pussy. Mom gasped and I heard her suck in a quick breath. Her stomach muscles tightened and she slammed down on me harder. "I'm cumming!" Mom cried out as she tilted her head back. She leaned back more, arching her back and she moaned loudly as her body shook. I wasn't sure what was happening, but it looked like she really liked it. Her pussy seemed to get hotter and wetter almost instantly and it made my dick feel amazing. Mom was calming down, but I wanted to go faster. I was slamming my dick into her as fast as I could and I wished I could go faster. "Slow down a bit, Honey." Mom said, sucking is little gasps, like it hurt. I tried to slow down, but I couldn't and I saw Mom brace against my fast pounding. I was moaning as I fucked her and suddenly the good feeling got hot and it made my whole body tense. I made a noise that I hated because it sounded like I was going to cry. Mom leaned forward and cupped my cheeks as I slowed my fucking because the feeling was too intense. "It's okay, Evan. You're cumming. Let it feel good." She said in her comforting Mom voice. My body flexed and I freaked out because it felt too intense and also because it felt like I was peeing. I tried to pull away, but Mom was too heavy on top of me. I let it happen and Mom seemed happy that it was happening. "I think I'm peeing!" I groaned as the waves of pleasure shook me. "You're not peeing, Honey." She said with a comforting smile, "Your body is trying to pump sperm into me, but you're too young to make sperm. If you were older, you would be making me pregnant." I gripped her legs tightly as the force of pleasure lessened. I imagined Dad doing the same thing to create me a long time ago. I wondered if he was under Mom, like I was. I was drained of energy when it was all over. Mom pulled off of me and I flinched at how sensitive my dick was. She kissed me on the cheek several times and then she asked if I liked what we did. I told her that I did and she kissed me on the lips. "It's our secret." She whispered into my ear. My body was limp as she carried me to my bed. She did all of the normal 'Mom things' to tuck me in, but before leaving the room, she kissed my deflating cock. That was the first time I had an orgasm. It was the first time I had sex, but it wasn't the last time I had sex with Mom. ***This story is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters or situations depicted have ever happened. Enjoy! If you like the story and would like to send feedback, email me at marsh1002@yahoo.com Emails containing attachments are automatically deleted without being opened. I get a lot of emails and I will respond if I have time. I love hearing your feedback, but use common sense. I have no problem reporting you.***