Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2006 00:16:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Bruce Jenkins Subject: naturally-curious-4 After much delay, I have decided to continue with the adventures of my youth. I hope you enjoy..... --------------------------------------------------------------- Gracie and I decided not to tell anyone of our run-in with Mr. Norton. After all, who could we tell? My parents would probably understand that Gracie and I were curious about our bodies, but being caught stealing wood while my sister gave me head? It wasn't even an option to tell Mom and Dad about that. And, after a few days, the humiliation faded and I was left with my fantasies of that huge, thick cock. The first blowjob I had ever given. I had dreams about it. Of course, being 11 years old, I had dreams of other things too. And not just sex dreams, either. I was still determined to finish our treehouse. Since the only wood Mr. Norton would give us was swinging between his legs, we were at a standstill . I was formulating an idea, but it was risky and I didn't want to put my sisters or my brother in danger. I woke on Saturday with my usual hard-on. It was early, about 6 a.m., but try as I might, I couldn't get back to sleep. I could hear Mom and the girls moving about. Since Mom taught tennis part time at the club, she got free run of the athetic club. They would be gone till noon, playing tennis, swimming and probably topping it off with a massage. I had to pee, so I pulled a pair of underwear over my hard dick, trapping the head in the top of the elastic. I loved the way my penis head looked, peeking out of the top, and I rubbed it a couple of times. I made my way to the bathroom, and pissed. It almost felt like an orgasm as I slowly released my bladder through my hard five inches of boy-cock. It softened just enough to fit the right way in my underwear. I stopped to look in the mirror and admire the bulge it made, the way my swollen cockhead made a mushroom against the cotton. As I stepped back into the hallway, my mom came out of her room loaded up with 4 tennis rackets and a duffel bag. One of the tennis rackets caught on the doorframe and she lost her grip on all of them. "Oh, double-fuck. That's just great..." I was surprised to hear her cuss, she rarely does. Our eyes met and I grinned at her. She smiled back, and I felt instantly warm. My mom is beautiful, short and big-breasted, with green eyes and a smile that could be on a Colgate commercial. "Brian, would you help me with these?" Before the question was out of her mouth, I was already picking up rackets. As I bent to pick up a racket, my eyes traveled up Mom's legs. She had on a tennis skirt, and I peeked up a little further. My jaw dropped and my hand froze on the racket. My mom wasn't wearing any underwear. Her pussy, shaved bare, was a couple feet away, and I was mesmerized. I could see everything. The puffy outer lips, the slick, pink inner lips just barely showing, and most of all, a bump where her clit protruding. I had only seen my sisters' clits, but I knew Mom's was big by any standard. It looked like a mini-penis. The world faded away in a rush of blood, and my penis grew with every heartbeat. "Honey, what's wrong? Are you...?" She trailed off, realizing what I was looking at. I tore my eyes away from thier heavenly view and slowly stood. Her eyes were tracing thier way down my belly to my underwear. Her smile returned, and I looked down. My bulge had grown quickly back into a tent. My heart was pumping so hard that my cock was visibly throbbing with every beat. My face was bright red. "I sorry, Bri, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Me and the girls are going to hit the sauna before we play, so there really wasn't a reason for me to put on underwear yet. I don't want you to think your Mom walks around without underwear on all the time." I shifted from one leg to another, trying to think of something to say. I was still embarrassed, but determined to make the best of the situation when the unthinkable happened. My boner, straining my little whitie-tighties to capacity, shifted too. It poked right through the fly hole. It must have been 110 degrees inside my underwear, and feeling it released into the cool air conditioned hallway was like having a mini-orgasm. I gasped and turned away, trying to put it back in my underwear and walk back to my room at the same time. Mom put her hand on my bare shoulder. "Honey. Talk with your mom for a sec." She slowly turned me around. I couldn't look her in the eye, partly because of my embarrassment, but mostly because I realized that she wasn't wearing a bra. Mom has large D cup boobs, and her cotton tennis shirt looked a size too small. Her nipples were eraser points, poking at her shirt. "Come on, hon. We can't have you running around the hall like this." She took my hand and led me to the bathroom, shutting the door behind us. I had no idea what would come next, but my imagination was in overdrive. Mom sat down on the toilet seat, and pulled me closer. "Sweetie, your father told me he had a talk with you and your brother, but I think we should have one, too. I want you to know that it is perfectly natural for a boy to have thoughts about sex, even with his own family. You shouldn't be embarrassed. You should be proud to be part a loving family that understands what you are going through." Her hands had worked thier way from my shoulders to my hips, and she hooked her thumbs in the elastic of my white briefs. "Did you know that most boys your age get horny for thier moms or thier sisters?" "Well, sure, I know that. But I never hear them say anything about walking around the house with a boner... " She smiled and looked down. Slowly and genltly, she lowered my underwear a few inches. My hard dick was still caught, poking through the pee-slit. With one hand, she reached in and gently worked my underwear over my cock. Her smooth, soft hands on my cock sent electric pleasure through my body. "Well, we're a little different. All families are different. But that's ok. That's what makes us special." Mom lowered my underwear the rest of the way. I stepped out of it, standing naked in front of her. She returned her attention to my throbbing cock, slowly tracing the veins in it with one finger, while stroking the head with her other hand. "Bri, this isn't the best time for us to have this talk. I wanted to wait until we had more time, so I could answer all your questions. But, after what just happened, I want you to know that you can trust me. I will never make you feel ashamed of what you are." I nodded, pretending to understand. My mind was spinning, and I was drunk on lust. I was so close to coming, and she had barely even started to touch me. "Now, your first lesson about sex should be that you need to please your partner. But we don't have time for that, so today, you are going to get a freebie." She grinned impishly. "But I am still going to get some pleasure." She let her hand slide off my cock and, looking me in the eyes, took her shirt by its hem and slowly pulled it over her head. Her full D cup breasts were amazing. She had breast fed four children and still they were perky. Her nipples were as big around as one of my fingers, pink in color surrounded by a large, sensitive pink areolea. Mom slid to the edge of her perch on the toilet seat and spread her legs. Her tennis skirt bunched up around her waist, and her shaven pussy was exposed. Her clit stood up like a little hard-on. She pulled me close with one hand and began to pinch and flick it. "Sweetie, would you like to kiss on your mommy's boobies? Mommy has very sensitive boobies. Lick your mommy's nipples, then suck on them." She spoke in a "baby-talk" tone, dirty and seductive and innocent all at the same time. Her free hand slid to my butt, and propped me up on her leg. I took one of her huge nipples into my mouth and began to suck on it. It felt wonderful, a hard button of turgid sex in my mouth. A moment later, Mom began to quiver and shake. She frigged her pussy a few more seconds and moaned," Oh, baby, you made mommy come sooooo quick! I've waited so long for this!" I felt her hand, slick with her warm pussy juice, on my cock. She stroked three or four times and I was coming already. I bit down on her nipple in extascy, and she moaned again. I spurted for what seemed like forever, emptying myself over her hand. She played with my still hard cock for another moment, and then brought her come covered hand up to the nipple I was sucking on. She rubbed some on her breast, right by my mouth. I licked my way over to it and cleaned it off. She traced some more of it on her lips, slowly wetting them with my come. "Baby, come give your Mom a kiss," she said, now using a little girl voice. I kissed her, then began to lick the sperm off my lips. She kissed me again, and soon we were licking my sperm off her lips and hands together. "Well, honey, I hope that answers some questions until..." A knock at the door interrupted her. "Mom, are you in there? We are gonna be late." Heather's nine-year old voice brought me back to reality. Mom didn't even miss a beat though. "I'll be down in a second. Do me a favor, hon. Grab a couple rackets and take them downstairs. It's too much for me to carry." She winked at me and I grinned. She began pulling her shirt over those wonderful breasts. "Now while I'm gone, you need to think long and hard, young man. Next time, I won't let you off so easy. Next time, you will have to make us both come since I did all work today." It was a mock serious tone, and I smiled again. All I could think is that I couldn't wait till next time....