Alicia Cortes looked down at her son on the subway seat next to her. The
twelve-year-old was slumped so far down that his shoulders were almost on the
thinly padded seat, his legs swinging indolently so that the toes of his
sneakers brushed the dirty floor of the car and his heels kicked the backpack
where he'd tossed it under the seat. His khaki pants had ridden down, exposing
the waistband of his boxers, and the tee-shirt with the parochial-school crest
imprinted on it had ridden up, leaving his flat tummy naked to his lowest ribs.
The young mother thought about it and decided that she had never had casual
Fridays in Catholic school back home in Rhone Island. She could see her wallet
working it's way out of the cargo pocket on the boy's pants leg. She never
carried a purse on the subway if she could avoid it, preferring the ID case
wallet that snapped to her wrist, and she was in the habit of playfully tucking
it into her son's pocket once they got on the subway. In the boy's present
position, his knee was poking the bottom of the pocket and the case teetered
precariously. Alicia reached out and pushed it back in, then attempted to tug
the tee-shirt down over his belly.
"Sit up, Paulie," she said. "That's no good for your back. Besides, I don't want people thinking I'm raising a goon."
"Nobody's gonna think nothin'," muttered the kid, even as he pulled himself upright in the seat. "They don't see me."
Alicia had her mouth already half open with a dig aimed at the boy's grammar when she was brought up short by this last statement. It couldn't be allowed to pass unchallenged. "So, you're invisible?" she asked softly.
"Totally," grinned the boy, looking up at her through the brown fringe of his hair. "So are you. Nobody sees anybody on the subway."
"Really!" his pretty mother exclaimed quietly.
"Yeah," Paulie replied. "Look around."
Alicia paused to look first at her little boy. He had the Cortes nose, she decided, and around his mouth and jaw he reminded her of her brothers, but his eyes were his father's. She had married young, a boy who was a childhood sweetheart and a distant relative, and all had gone well until she had her son, and then something had gone wrong inside her beloved. The day he slapped her in anger she had taken her young son and left. That same day, her grandmother had swept into the rectory in full harpy mode and by the time her civil divorce was final, so was her ecclesiastical divorce, based on her husband's breach of his vows. Alicia's grandmother was not about to see her grandbaby's chance for a new marriage lost.
"Go on," grinned the subject of her reverie.
The young mother glanced up from her little boy to the young woman next to him on the seat. She was sitting quietly, dressed in an elegant suit with a mid-calf skirt, seemingly absorbed in a paperback novel, but Alicia had the impression that she was listening to the conversation going on to her left. There was a faint smile on her full lips that seemed at odds with the florid, romantic title displayed on the cover. Across the aisle, a middle-aged couple were reading his paper together, but they were surely too far away to have heard the half-whispers of the boy and his mother.
"You could sit there naked," the boy continued, "and no one in this car would say or do anything. Except me."
"You?" his mother asked. "Why except you?"
"I couldn't stop myself," the boy grinned, slyly. "I couldn't keep you hands off you. You're just too hot."
Alicia was literally taken aback, pulling back against the seatback to stare at the boy, then look away blushing. To her left, a goateed young man in typical "stoner" style sat slumped in nearly the same posture as that her son had just abandoned. Under the jeans, long-sleeved tee and short sleeved sport-jersey, all exaggeratedly oversized, she could see his cock rising in his lap. He was definitely listening, but his eyes were unfocussed on the ceiling of the car, the knit cap pulled low on his brow.
The young woman snapped her eyes forward, painfully aware that her nipples were stiff on her full breasts. She had chosen to wear a loose peasant style blouse with the knee-length skirt and clunky stack-heeled sandals, thinking that the muggy spring weather would be less uncomfortable in the loose garment, but she had no bra to wear with bare shoulders and her young bosom was firm enough without. But now there was nothing but the thin, white cotton to cover the rigid points. It wasn't until she turned back to her little son that she realized that no one really was looking at her nipples.
Her son, Paolo Cortes, honor student at Our Lady of Perpetual Help Academy and the light of her life, had unfastened his khaki cargo pants, pushed them and the red-polka-dot boxers down and dragged the tail of his tee-shirt up, exposing his beautiful young erection. Strangely enough, this had been the subject of her terminal argument with her ex-husband. The boy had never gotten this chubby prodigy from his father. Though she could not tell for sure, since her Portuguese Catholic family were unaccustomed to being naked in each other's presence, she suspected he had inherited it from her side, but her ex had suggested it was a sign of her infidelity. Her face flaming more from the insult than from the blow, she had left him, proved his paternity by modern medical technology and saddled him with such punitive child support that he would never be able to afford to date again.
She knew that nothing else in this car would attract a single eye while that limb rose from her little son's crotch. She glanced around again. No one was looking! The kid next to her had leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs, his wrists crossed casually in front of him. It almost hid the bulge in the front of his jeans, which Alicia realized didn't come close to the size of Paulie's gloriously unhidden root. Letting her eyes travel, she realized that the couple across the aisle were now aware of the display and were discussing it behind their copy of the Daily News. The young woman on the other side of her son was still pointedly concentrating on her paperback, but hadn't turned the page for several minutes. The young mother turned back to her son, sure that the demonstration was over.
Wrong. As she turned she felt, before she saw, her little boy's hands on her breasts, stroking upward, then down, sweeping the elastic neckline of the peasant blouse off of her breasts until the smooth globes rose over the elastic and shone in the glare of the fluorescent lights. Paulie leaned forward and tongued his mother's right nipple before taking it into his mouth. An electric thrill flashed from there to her cunt. She realized that her right hand was wrapped around her son's cock and couldn't remember when she'd reached out and grasped it. The thought was cut short by the sensation of the boy's right hand on her pussy. He had swept up under her skirt and taken possession of her moist, panty clad minge. He massaged deeply into her pussy, pushing the thin nylon between his mother's labia and soaking it in her now copious juices.
Alicia was sure that there would be some reaction out of the other passengers to this, but there was still no sign that anyone noticed and by now the lovely young mother was so caught up in the action that she found herself reaching out to her son in completely new ways, as though the half-dozen people with them in the car were not there. She pulled him closer by his cock and kissed him deeply on the mouth. She was now fully engaged in this "demonstration," romancing her own child in this public place and sure that she was in control again when it took a new turn. Her son disengaged their kiss and whispered, "Kneel up!"
She was committed, now, in a way that she would never have imagined. She rolled up, facing the window, her knees on the padded seat. She reached behind her and pulled her skirt up around her waist. She was hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties to drag them down to her knees when Paulie took over. Hooking the crotch-band with his left thumb, he dragged it so far to the side that the right leg-hole dug briefly into her skin before the elastic snapped with an audible pop. She felt her little son's beautiful cockhead press against her slick labia and slide just within. Something nudged the soles of her sandals and she realized it was her little boy's knees, or perhaps his shins. She moved her feet apart so that the boy could move between. Her forehead pressed against the window and she watched the dark rock walls flash by. She waited, open to her son, ready for him.
"She felt her little son's beautiful cockhead press against her slick labia and slide just within." Click on the thumbnail to see the full-sized illustration on which the story is based, courtesy of Pandora's Box.
From the couple across the aisle, Alicia heard the woman's concerned murmur and
wondered if this would be the point where they would choose to break this up.
"No," the man whispered. "It's his. I saw him wearing it when they got on."
Her eyes widened in wonder at this exchange. Passengers in a subway car are watching a young mother having her pussy teased by her twelve-year-old son's cock, and the only audible comment concerns the safety of a possibly unattended backpack. She was sure that there was something significant in that fact but had no time to think about it, because Paulie pressed into her then, parting the swollen membranes and wringing the hot juices out of her as he filled her. "Oh, Paulie!" she grunted. "My God, you're the biggest thing that's ever been in there!" The feeling of the warm fluids flowing down her thighs and the musky scent that filled the car added to the sensation of her own little son stroking into her to force her higher than she'd ever been. Or perhaps it was the realization that she had an audience.
Paulie wrapped his arms around his mother's body and let his hips accelerate. Alicia's thighs were now wide apart, her ass pushed out over the edge of the seat so that her son could thrust upward into her, bottoming out against her cervix. "Oh, Mama!" he moaned against her back.
The train slowed to a stop at the next station and the doors hissed open. Someone left from the other end of the car and two people got on. The pair of teenagers in school uniforms slowed as they walked past the fucking couple, but the mother and son did not notice. The two girls picked a spot on the bench opposite near the middle-aged couple and sat giggling together watching the show.
As the doors closed and the train moved back into the tunnel, Paulie moved his hands up his mother's body. She was bracing herself with both hands on the seat-back and the position had caused the elastic in the neckline of the blouse to ride up and cover her breasts, but now her son was pushing the garment up from below so that he could take her teats in both hands and kneed them. Alicia held his left hand in hers and used his fingers to squeeze, tweak and twist her nipple until he got the idea. His cock had been dragging the edges of her damaged panties in and out of her cunnie and it was beginning to be an irritant, so she reached down with her right hand and ripped the garment from the leg-hole to the waist and tore it free to flutter down her left thigh to her knee. With the last barrier gone, Paulie commenced to pound home into his mother with renewed vigor. He leaned into her ass, his bare knees resting against the front edge of the seat, and lay on her back full length.
"Oh, Mommy!" he cried passionately. "Mommy, I'm going to come!" A gasp from across the car would have reminded anyone who was paying attention that the two young girls were the only ones present who had been unaware of the relationship of the two public lovers.
"Oh, yes, my baby!" moaned the young mother. "Come with me! I'm coming, now!"
"Can I come inside you, Mommy?" the boy moaned.
"Yes, Baby!" she answered, even as she felt him begin. "Fill me!" She would, she decided, worry about the consequences later.
A puddle had been forming on the floor of the car just in front of their seat where Alicia's generous fluids had been drooling from her extended cunt and Paulie's balls. Now they were joined by the overflow of the boy's jism as he pressed home against her gaping cervix and filled his mother's fertile womb to the brim and beyond, the excess surging back, out through the tightly filled orifice to squirt against his belly and cascade over the front of the vinyl covered sear and onto the floor.
As the spasms of his orgasm slowed, Paulie's hips began to move again, sliding his cock in the warm slickness of his mother's and his juices, and his flagging erection began to recover. Feeling this, Alicia raised her head and looked around.
"No, Sweetie," she murmured. "We've gotta stop, now. Our stop is next." Paulie stepped back, letting his chubby cock slide free. Still more pearly fluid flowed out, and a sudden uproar turned the lovers around to look at the others in the car.
They were applauding. Clapping, yes, but also shouts, hoots, squeals from the two schoolgirls. There were tears in the eyes of several. Paulie found himself blushing and looking down, which led him to observe, "We've got a mess!"
"Oh!" exclaimed one of the girls. She had her thighs pressed together and her hands in her panties, but she leapt forward to take Paulie's cock in her mouth, stripping the remaining jism out with a long suck. Her friend, who had her panties around one knee and her fingers in her bare, pink cunnie, giggled.
"That's Monica," she said as she removed the panties from her leg. "I'm Melody."
"M and M," said Monica, his cockhead resting momentarily on her chin. The two were pretty, very young brunettes.
Melody had extracted a marker from her book-bag and was scribbling on the seat of her panties. "We're thirteen. We go to Willitson," she added, naming the pricy private school that Paulie had already surmised from their uniforms. He felt obligated to answer in kind.
"I go to Our Lady of Perpetual Motion," he answered, using the students irreverent name. Then, with some trepidation, "I'm twelve."
"Except for your cock," said Monica, as her girlfriend leaned in to take his balls in her mouth. "It's definitely college material."
Alicia was staring in astonishment at this little scene when she felt a soft hand on her hip. She looked down to see the elegant young woman smiling up at her from where she was squatting next to her. In her hand was an unwrapped tampon. "This will keep you from dripping, Sweetie," she smiled. As Alicia spread her thighs, the woman slipped the tampon in and pushed the plunger, removing the applicator. Then she leaned in and began licking the young mother's inner thighs.
The older woman next to the two girls' seat tapped Monica and handed her a small packet of tissues, gesturing to the two woman opposite. The two girls had already thoroughly tongue-bathed Paulie. Melody took the packet and passed it over, though the two women showed no sign of using the tissue immediately. Melody stood and took Paulie's cock in hand.
"Nickie needs her cherry popped," she murmured, nodding at Monica. "Want the job?"
"Mel!" objected the other girl. "He's too bi-i-i-ig!"
"Don't worry, Girlfriend," Melody reassured her. "Paulie will be gentle and I'll be there." She turned to the boy and handed him her panties. Across the seat was scrawled "M&M" and a phone number. "That's my cell. Call me. We go together. And everything you've heard about Willitson girls is true." Then she left him with Monica and sauntered over to the teenager who had been sitting next to Alicia. He had retrieved the latter's ruined panties and had his cock out and was stroking it, watching the scene around him.
"Hey, kid," he hissed at Paulie. "Is she really your mom?" Then, to Paulie's nod, "Cool!" He looked startled at the little thirteen-year-old as she grasped his cock. "What do you want with me?" he asked her, perplexed. "I mean, look what that kid's got."
"You're okay," said Melody. "Whaddya, sixteen?' The boy nodded. "You're good for sixteen. You can't help that he's good for thirty." Then she grinned. "And I should know. I've had both."
"Paulie!" called Alicia. Her lovely helper had her clean, where it showed. "I guess there's a limit to how far you can go and be invisible!" She gestured to their new friends.
"Whaddya mean," grinned the older man, his paper rolled in his hand. "I didn't see a thing!" Everyone laughed.
As the train slid into the next station, Melody fitted the older boy's cock into her cunnie and settled backward onto his lap. He had introduced himself as Slide and said he was a musician. That and the goatee made him the perfect choice to drive Melody's parents crazy.
Everyone exchanged hugs and kisses as the car came to a stop and the doors opened, then the mother and child stepped out onto the platform. Checking her son to make sure he had his pack and her wallet, she noticed the white panties with their black marker message sticking out of his back pocket.
"You better push that further in your pocket so you don't lose it," she grinned. "You wanna go home and order in?"
"Chinese?" asked the boy, eagerly. "Yeah!" He thought for a moment. "Mama? Can we do this some more?"
"Uh-huh," the woman answered. "As much as you want, as long as you want. And you can quit whenever you want. Do you wanna quit?"
"No!" he said. "Do you?"
"I don't think I can," his mother laughed. Together, they climbed the concrete stairs into the sunlight.
Copyright © 2004 by Moonbear. All rights reserved.