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Christopher 

by 
Alcimedes 
 
 
 

Part One 
 

I suppose I write this in an effort to understand the events of the last few
weeks. To justify my actions to myself, and no one else really, or perhaps to
find if there is someone that can understand my 
motivations, and excuse my shortcomings. I have always felt myself to be a good
person, considerate of others and their feelings, and helpful when I can. I have
always prided myself on working very hard 
to avoid ever hurting anyone, and until now I have felt as thought I have done
so. 

I met my husband, Phillip when we were both still in college. It was at a  frat
party, he was a senior and I was a young, naive freshman from a little town. A
small town girl who had her first shot at jumping 
out into the big world. I suppose I figured that it was going to be my chance
to cut loose, live life on the wild side; something that was hard to do in my
little home town, at least not without causing a 
scandal or having everyone know of it. Including my parents. I managed to get
myself rather drunk, never having been much of a drinker but wanting to Ôfit
inÕ to the scene, and ended up in the back of 
PhillipÕs van. Truth was, Phillip would be my first. And as it turned out, my
only; 6 weeks later I found out that I was pregnant. It was an amazement to me
to find that Phillip was to stick by me, in fact it 
amazed me that he even remembered who I was. I guess because of the kindness
and concern that he showed, I deemed him to be a good man and agreed to him
when he offered that we get married. I 
quit school and had our first son, John. 

Phillip finished school and got his degree, moving on to find work in a small
practice. Two years later would bring the arrival of our second son, Chris;
ending any thoughts I’d had of returning to school, 
and entrenching my status to that of mother and homemaker. In hindsight, Phil
was a good husband and a good father; although not the man I would have chosen
given different circumstances. As the 
years rolled on, our sons were getting older and Phil spent more and more of
his time consuming himself in his work. He had become almost a stranger in our
home, to the boys, and in our bed. 

It was 4 months ago when Phil was offered a job with a large law firm out of
state. The offer was too good to refuse and I think Phil had already made the
decision to take the job, regardless of how the boys 
and I felt about it. To me, it didn’t matter very much; I didnÕt like where we
lived much to begin with, and  didnÕt have what you would consider to be any
close friends either. My concerns were to be with 
the boys and how they would react. I didnÕt worry about John too much as he had
always been a very outgoing child; making friends easily and always eager to try
new things. Chris, on the other hand, was 
the complete opposite of his brother. Shy, quiet, yet very intelligent. Phil
was committed to finishing up matters at his existing job, and his new firm was
comfortable with letting him start in the fall. In the 
mean time, it allowed the boys to finish out the school year and for us to find
a new house. As it happened, we stumbled into a true bargain almost immediately,
but only if we could act fast. It was decided 
that Chris and I would head out on our own to the new house, new town, new
state, while Phil and John would stay behind until our old house was sold. John
was relieved to hear the news as he wanted 
very badly to finish out his baseball season, which he’d been involved in for
years. It was only two days past the end of the school year when the moving van
was to arrive, and off Chris and I went. 
 

The month to follow would pass quickly for me; unpacking into the new house,
finding my way around the new town, basically settling in. It was only then
that I noticed that Chris was not taking the move as 
well as I’d hoped. His room was still full of unpacked boxes, which I had
merely assumed was due to laziness, until I began to realize that they were
full of things that Chris had always considered important. 
When I asked, he would merely say that it was nothing; everything was fine. He
didnÕt go out of the house too much, content to stay home and help around the
new house and that worried me. He needed 
to get out, meet some new people, make new friends, but it was slow going for
him and I was hesitant to push him. 

It was a Saturday night, after a whole day of running errands around town and
to the mall, that would find Chris and I watching a little late night
television. I had been sipping on my wine for a while, 
relaxing as the two of us sat on the family room sofa, and Chris was intently
watching a true grade B monster movie on the tube. It was almost comical how
bad it was, and the two of us shared our laughter 
watching it together. It was at a commercial break that I jokingly began to
tickle Chris, mimicking one of the pathetic acting attempts of the movie’s
monster. He squirmed around on the sofa laughing as I 
tickled his ribs and under his arms, offering a faint resistance. The two of us
rolled off of the sofa and down onto the floor before I finally decided that
he’d had enough. I must admit, I had had enough as 
well as the excitement and the wine combined to make me feel a little light
headed. We had come to rest entangled on the floor when the movie resumed on
the television. I rolled myself over and rested 
my head on Christopher's belly as he watched his movie, when I realized that in
all of the rolling around, Chris’s bathrobe had opened up and he was not wearing
his usual pajama shorts, but the pair of 
boxer shorts that we’d bought at the mall that afternoon. It was at my
suggestion that we buy them for him, in an effort to get him to try something
new, and he had agreed under the condition that we buy 
them large, as that was what was Ôin styleÕ, or so he insisted. Whether he
didnÕt notice, or was unaware I don’t know but as he lay on his back, the fly
of his boxers was wide open; exposing nearly his entire 
crotch to my view. Still a bit out of breath, the two of us just lay there for
a moment, Chris distracted by the television. 

I knew I should have turned my eyes away but couldn’t. I stared in fascination
at his young manhood; his skin so soft and smooth, just a light dusting of
pubic hair and the alluringly soft, smooth pinkness of 
his penis. Being only 14, he was not what you would consider large in size, but
by the relaxed flaccid size of him it was obvious that he was no longer a little
boy. I could feel his heavy breathing under my 
head, and it’s sound and motion reminded me of an exhausted lover and I began
to feel incredibly turned on. As I watched with growing excitement, I could see
his cock slowly stretch itself out; a purely 
automatic reaction to his calming breath and waning excitement. I lay there,
still and silent as I could be, for what seemed to be an eternity, turning my
gaze back to the television. Eventually, judging by 
the rhythm and depth of his breath, and the late hour of the night, I believed
that he had fallen asleep. Preoccupied by the thoughts of what I’d seen, I
turned my head to glance once more at his body. As 
I watched intently, Chris’s cock began to engorge with blood, becoming fully
erect as he slept; standing tall outside of the opening in his shorts. It was
magnificent, so smooth and soft looking, devoid of the 
thick mat of pubic hair that his father had. I guess I never really got used to
the idea of giving head to Phillip because he was so hairy down there, (he had
scoffed when I had suggested that he trim it, and 
with most things with him that was the end of that). But looking at Chris, what
little hair there was seemed to be so soft and baby fine that it almost made my
mouth water. And there it was, he was, a mere 
foot away from my face and looking so inviting. It had been such an incredibly
long time since Phillip had even looked at me, let alone wanted to have sex,
that at times I thought that I would go mad from 
abstinence. My breathing was becoming hard, and with the wine having fully
charged my body with excitement that, in that moment, I lost touch with my
senses and gently reached out and eased my 
hand around ChrisÕs cock. 

The feeling was intense, the heat of his erection feeling as though it would
burn my hand. His body never moved, but I heard and felt a long soft sigh come
from him as my hand slid down over the velvety 
softness of him. I could see a bubble of lubricating  pre cum begin to form on
the tip of his cock, and I was nearly in a state of mesmerized ecstasy when
suddenly ChrisÕs body jerked. He sat quickly, 
propping himself on his hands; his motion lifting my head up off of his belly
as he rose. My hand was still holding on to his cock, and as I rose with him it
gave him a firm tug. He arched his back in an 
unconscious effort to free himself from his unknown grip, and with his moving,
my head moved closer to him; the end of his cock brushing the cheek of my face.
I rolled over onto my stomach quickly,  
lifting myself up onto all fours but still above his midsection, my hand
resting between his thighs. I hadn’t the courage to turn and look at him, I
simply stared down at his crotch; watching his bobbing penis 
as he sat himself up. My hair had fallen down around my face and was covering
his body like a blanket, tickling his belly and blocking out everything from my
site but his beautiful erection. Chris sat 
motionless for a brief moment, then suddenly scooted himself backward and
jumped to his feet. Before I had sat myself up on my haunches, tossing my hair
out of my face and over my shoulders, he was 
gone. I heard the sound of him as he raced out of the room and up the stairs,
slamming his bedroom door behind him. 

As I sat there on the family room floor, total panic set in. I was worried
about him, I was worried about me, I didnÕt know what to think. What had I
done? What had come over me? Had I forever destroyed the 
relationship between Chris and I? Would Chris tell his father about my
behavior? I got up and poured myself a drink, needing something stronger than
the wine IÕd been drinking, only to put it to my lips and 
find it undrinkable. Was I so drunk and careless as to let this happen to me?
Was it the alcohol or was it me? After pacing the room for an hour or so, I
retreated upstairs to my room to try to sleep, but the 
truth was that I couldn’t sleep at all. I lay there, still as could be,
thinking about what had happened; excited at my boldness, exhilarated by the
sight and feel of ChrisÕs smooth young penis in my hand, and 
on the other hand terrified that my world was about to come crashing down
around me. 

I woke early the next morning, having slept little during the night, but not
feeling tired. Despite my fears, I actually felt more alive than I had felt in
years. What was it? Why did I feel this way? I wrapped 
myself in my bathrobe and went downstairs to the kitchen to make some coffee.
As I stood waiting for my water to warm in the microwave, I could hear the
sounds of Chris waking and making his way 
downstairs. I felt as though I needed to remain as calm as I could, and make
Chris his usual Sunday morning breakfast. 
 

Chris came down the stairs and entered the kitchen, dropping himself heavily in
his chair. He looked half awake, but the smell of breakfast cooking was waking
him up. 

"Good morning, honey." I said to him, trying to act as normal as possible even
though I was twisted up in knots inside. 

"Morning." he mumbled, as he continued to just look down into the table. 

I served him his breakfast, bacon and eggs, and poured him a glass of O.J. He
sat silently, picking at his food. It was obvious that he had lots on his mind.
I nervously finished with the food and fixing myself 
some coffee, and sat down at the table opposite Chris. I felt as though I had
to say something to him. 

"Chris, honey... about last night...," I began. "I... I know what I did was
wrong. And I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I don’t know what came
over me."

Chris sat silent, still looking down at his plate. 

"It's something that I shouldn’t have done and I swear... I swear I'll never do
anything like that again." I offered to him in a soft voice. 

Slowly, he looked up from the table and into my eyes and said, "It's okay, mom."
Chris had a look on his face of relief, although he never said it, and he
turned his eyes back down, still sitting silent and motionless. 

"Oh, honey... IÕm so sorry." I began to say, but stopped as I began to loose
control. I did not want to add the burden of crying in front of Chris to his
mind, and so I stood up from the table and walked to the 
sink. I began to wash some of the pots and pans from the cooking, but I was
also silently listening to hear what Chris would do. I fully expected him to
leave, to run, to do something but, to my suprise, he 
remained sitting at the table. I turned around to see that he was looking at
me, quickly turning his eyes as not to let me notice. I sat back down at the
table across from him, nervously; trying to think of what 
to say. 

"Chris...", I finally had the courage to begin, ÒI want you to know that you
can tell me anything. I promise,  whatever it might be, it can stay just
between us.Ó I was hoping to dispel any fears he might have 
had, but he merely nodded his head in agreement. 

"Are you okay?" I asked him, my own condition being one of extreme nervousness.
He again nodded but said nothing. 

The tension in me was building to a peak, and I felt as though I would faint if
I didnÕt get up from the table. Just as I was beginning to move to get up, Chris
softly spoke out, still looking down at the table, "I 
thought were going to be mad at me."

His words suprised me, so much so that I let out a huge sigh of relief as I
said, "Mad at you?"
He looked up at me for a moment, a slight smile on his face as he heard my
sigh. 

"Oh, baby. IÕm not mad at you. How could I be mad at you!" I blurted out in a
nervous laughter, feeling as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted
from me. As he heard me laughing, his smile grew 
a little wider. 

"I was so afraid of what you would think of me..." I began, pausing as I didnÕt
know what to say next. Both of us were still in a nervous state, but for the
moment, the tension had been released. It was out of 
instinct that I realized that whatever would happen from this, had to happen
here and now. And with that, I asked Chris, "Why would you think that I was mad
at you?"

He sat silent for a moment, the smile slowly fading from his face as he
pondered the question. 

"ItÕs okay, you can tell me." I said. " ...just between us. I swear." I was
holding up my fingers in a boy scout salute in an effort to lighten the
situation up even further. Chris looked up to see my 'high sign' and 
began to chuckle a bit. 

"IÕm sorry." I apologized, "Really, I want to know what you’re thinking."

"Well, ..." he began, "... I thought that you were gonna be mad at me,
Ôcause..."

He hesitated again, and tried to swallow away his tension. 

"ItÕs okay, Chris. Go ahead...", I tried to coax him. 

"Well? Because I, ... you know... I liked it."

Again, I couldnÕt help myself from letting out a sigh of relief. 

"It was just that ..." He stopped again, but this time his look became more
serious. 

"What is it, baby?" I asked. 

"Well, I... liked it and... I, it felt really good and I...' He stammered
along. " Well, I got scared that..."

ÒItÕs all right sweetheart, you can say it.Ó I said. 

ÒWell, IÕve never done that with a girl before... I mean...Ó He said, almost
ashamedly. 

I sat silent for a moment, unable to wipe the grin off of my face as a mental
picture began to form in my mind. 

Ò... I wanted to, but... I donÕt know, I guess I just got scared...Ó He
finished. 

I was totally speechless.  The more he spoke, the faster my mind raced with
thoughts of his body and of my own; the wetness building between my legs
uncontrollably from my thoughts. My mind was racing 
with the mental images of this young boy masturbating, caressing his member to
pleasure, spewing his load from his velvety soft boyhood. My breathing had
become strong and hard as my excitement 
grew, until I felt a bit dizzy. Chris was completely unaware of my sexual
tension, as he labored with his own thoughts and questions. 

We both sat silent at the table for several minutes, each hopelessly lost in
our own thoughts, when Chris finally broke the silence. He stood slowly from
the table and said, ÒIÕm gonna go to my room, okay 
Mom?Ó 

ÒOkay, sweetheart.Ó I responded, attempting to hide my breathlessness. 

As he reached the doorway, I blurted out before I could stop myself, ÒChris?Ó 

ÒYeah, Mom?Ó He said, stopping for a moment. 

ÒAre you still... scared?Ó I asked, unbelieving that the words had come from my
own mouth. 

He paused for a moment, then answered, ÒI guess so.Ó He gave a half smile then
turned to go. 

IÕm not quite sure he understood what it was that I was asking. Then again,
either did I, really. How far was I willing to take this? WasnÕt it enough that
I could have screwed up his mind with my own 
impulsiveness? What in the hell had come over me? 
I sat silently at the kitchen table, listening to the sounds of Chris as he
headed up the stairs and into his bedroom. I was so incredibly horny that my
panties had become drenched with my wetness. I stood 
up nervously, feeling my legs quivering weakly below me, and headed upstairs to
my room. 

I stood nervously, looking at myself in the full length mirror on my bedroom
closet door, questioning to myself why or how it was that I had become so
incredibly excited. Loosening the belt of my robe, I 
stepped out of my soaked underwear.  True, it had been a long time since
Phillip had satisfied me sexually. Truth of the matter was that heÕd never
really been good in bed, ever. Always in a hurry, that was 
Phil. But it was more than just that. I couldnÕt get out of my mind the image
of ChrisÕs cock in my hand, and how much it excited me. My sexual tension was
becoming too much to bear and I contemplated 
locking my bedroom door and masturbating myself to relief. It was then that I
heard ChrisÕs door open slightly but I didnÕt hear him leave his room. My
curiosity piqued, I opened my door slightly and looked 
across the hall to his room. I stepped back and tied up my robe, then stepped
out into the hall, moving toward his door. Inside his room, Chris was sitting
on the edge of his bed,  staring off into nowhere. I 
stood silently, not knowing if he realized I was there, when I heard him say in
a soft voice, ÒWere you?Ó 

After a quick moment, I realized that he was responding to the question IÕd
asked before. 

ÒI guess I was too.Ó I said to him. I walked into his room, noticing all of the
boxes still piled against the walls and sat down on the bed next to him. We sat
silently for a few minutes, until he spoke out again, 
saying, ÒI donÕt want to be scared, ...anymore.Ó 
He was still nervously staring forward into space, but then he began to lean
back, unfolding his arm which had been resting on his lap. I sat next to him,
entranced by his movement; unbelieving that it was 
real. He leaned himself back, resting his weight on his hands behind him on the
bed, unveiling to me the fact that he was indeed wearing the same oversized
boxers that he had been wearing the night 
before. And there again, his fly was wide open, exposing to me his beautifully
soft, flaccid penis. 

He closed his eyes a bit, as if to announce his readiness to me, and I was
incapable of refusing his wish. I saw a little blood begin to flow into his
member, and as I sat on the bed next to him, I could see in  
his face just how scared he really was. And yet he was ready; ready for what
ever I would give him. I reached out and gently put my hand on his thigh, and
sensing his tension, I began to stroke his smooth 
skin. Slowly he began to relax, gently closing his eyes and leaning his head
back even further. Looking at the smooth flatness of his belly, I slid my hand
up along the softness of his inner thigh, up until it 
was reaching under the loose opening of his pant leg. I continued to explore
with my hand, all the way up to his hip, feeling the growing heat from him, and
loving the sensation of his smooth , almost 
hairless balls as they brushed against the back of my fingers. He let out an
almost inaudible moan, and gently spread his thighs further apart to facilitate
my stroking. He was ready for more but I wanted 
more as well. I wanted to take my time, not to give in to his teenage angst too
quickly. I slipped my hand back out of his shorts and gently pressed back on his
shoulder, wanting him to lay down completely. 
He followed my lead without questioning, resting himself down on his back and
bringing his arms up over his head. I rubbed my hand up over his chest and down
along his taught stomach, feeling the slight 
ripple of his muscles. As my hand made itÕs way down, I reached over with the
other and hooked my fingers under the elastic of his boxers, coaxing him to
lift his hips to slip them off. I slipped myself off of 
the bed, turning as I tugged at his underwear, pulling them to the floor as I
rested myself on my knees between his opened thighs. Nestling in close, I again
began to stroke up his thighs, this time 
unobstructed by any clothing, soaking in the view of his beautiful naked body
under my fingertips. His cock was fully erect, standing up off of his body as
it seemed to strain toward his chest. I could resist no 
more, slipping my hand lightly over his balls and gently grasping the base of
his cock. His body tensed for a moment at my advance, but as I began to slide
the skin of his hard on slowly up and down, his 
body slowly relaxed once again. Releasing him for a moment, I brought my hand
up to my mouth, licking my palm and fingers generously, returning it to his
dick and slowly sliding it down over the head of 
his cock. 

Chris let out a tense guttural groan as my slippery hand slid down his cock,
gently squeezing as it went. His hips unconsciously lifted up, pressing his
cock against my sliding as if to penetrate into its grip. 
His dick stiffened to steel in my hand, the head of his cock swelling as it
strained to push, as I continued to slide my hand gently up and down his meat.
His legs began to move; opening, then closing 
tightly against my sides as I jerked him off. His cock was now so hard I
thought it was going to explode, and I became even more excited; listening to
the sounds of my slippery hand as it pumped over his 
cock. 

ÒUhhh.... Mmmm... Ughhhhh...Ó He moaned. 

ÒYes, that's it sweetheart...Ó I whispered to him. 

I leaned in closer to him and began to feel an ooze of pre cum as it leaked
from the tip of his dick, and knew he was close. I lengthened my strokes,
sliding my hand fully up and over the head of his cock 
now, mixing his pre cum with my own saliva to further lubricate my hand. I sped
up the pace of my stroking; faster, then faster I pumped his cock. 

ÒUh, Uh, Ugh...Ó He continued to moan, faster and faster to the rhythm of my
stroking. 

ÒOh Mom...Ó,  He began to call out, ÒIÕm gonna... IÕm gonna...Ó 

ÒYes, baby.Ó I replied. ÒThat's it. Don’t hold back. Come... Come for me...Ó I
pleaded breathlessly. 

I slid my other hand up the length of his thigh, resting it snuggly in his
crotch. I pressed my thumb firmly into the stiffness at the root of his penis
below his sac, reaching my fingers up and over his pubic 
bone; kneading him like a cat with one hand while pumping away with the other.
It was more than he could take, and he quickly let out a deep, final grunt as
he came. 

ÒUnnh, Unnh, Unnh.Ó He groaned out as he released his load, shooting his cum
high onto his chest in a rope-like stream of beauty. His back arched up off of
the bed, thrusting his hips up to meet the 
pounding of my hand. I was so hot, I could think of only one thing; I wanted
him, I wanted to taste him in my mouth right then and there. As I continued to
stroke on his squirting cock,  I brought my face 
down to his crotch, smelling the wonderful aroma of his orgasm covering him. I
could not resist, bending down the final inch between us, and kissed the head
of his cock; tasting his salty semen on my lips, 
then gently sliding my mouth down over itÕs head and down the shaft. 

This new sensation for Chris must have been maddening for him. He struggled to
lift himself, his hands instinctively reaching out and cupping my head,
spreading his fingers into my hair. 

"Oh  god! Oh, god!Ó He cried out. 

I started pistoning my head up and down, taking him deep with every stroke of
my mouth.  It was only a matter of seconds before I felt him begin to release
another stream of cum; gushing deep into my 
throat. His body had become stiff as a board as all of his energy had become
focused on his straining cock, his knees clamped tightly to my sides and his
hands holding tightly to my bobbing head. I 
couldnÕt swallow his cum fast enough, spilling a stream of his white honey from
the side of my lips, down onto him. I didnÕt want him to stop, my own excitement
growing to where I felt that I could come, 
right then and there. Again, and then again he gushed; his hips thrusting up to
meet my lips as I engulfed his fountainous cock, until he had no more left to
give. 

I continued to suck him, slowing my pace but never letting him leave the warm
confines of my mouth. His penis began to lose itÕs stiffness and his body
finally relax; his hands gently stroking through my 
hair as I swirled my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I gently released
his cock, letting it slip from my mouth softly, and continued to run my tongue
over him; cleansing him  thoroughly. His 
breathing slowed, becoming softer and deeper, and I could sense that he was
heading gently for sleep. I stroked his body with my fingers, feeling the
smoothness of his skin, enjoying the sight of my young 
son in total post-orgasmic relaxation. 

As Chris slowly drifted off, I had an incredible feeling as though IÕd just
given him the ultimate motherly gift. My baby, my boy, my young man. I tried to
stand,  but as I did I began to feel the rush of blood 
to my head. I was so hot, so flushed, so horny all at the same time, the rush
of blood made me dizzy. My legs began to quiver under me and I feared I would
fall onto the bed, onto Chris. 

Reaching out to steady my dizziness, I started to lean forward over him. My
legs seemed to loose their strength and I had to do something quickly. Without
thinking, I instinctively climbed onto the bed, 
looking for a place to regain my balance. It left me, curiously , straddling my
young, spent son. The belt of my robe had long before slipped itself undone,
opening my robe loosely over him. As I knelt over 
my son, my breasts hovering down over his him, I felt him slid his hands under
my opened robe and along my waist, inching them upward across my skin. The
feeling was electric; his soft fingers sliding on 
my skin down to my hips and then up my waist. It was so tender, so loving, and
although I was unsure if I wanted him exploring me, the sensation was too much
for me to stop him. He had wanted to be 
unafraid, wanted to know what it felt like to be with a woman, and now it was
my turn. It was my turn to be unafraid, to let go of my inhibitions and
experience something new. My body began to rock to the 
gentle motions of his hands, unconsciously coaxing them on. My eyes were closed
tightly as I wanted to sense nothing else when Chris lifted his face up gently,
finding my breast with his lips and began to 
suckle. 

ÒUhhhh..Ó The long moan coming from me unknowingly as a shiver ran through my
body. My nipples stiffened under the sucking of his mouth, begging out for
more. 

ÒYessssss...Ó I moaned out, encouraging him on. His hands were still roaming my
waist, holding on tighter as he pulled himself closer to me. I tried to pull
away from him, the pleasure almost being to 
intense for me only to have him find my other nipple in itÕs place. 

ÒOh, my baby...Ó I cooed to him, ÒYes... that's it...Ó. 

He began to strengthen his sucking, releasing my nipple only to find the other
again. He gently clasped it with his teeth and began to bite ever so slightly.
The feeling was not one of pain but of ecstasy, so 
intense that I felt the first wave of orgasm rush through my body. 

ÒYessss baby, harder... HARDER!Ó I cried out as I felt another, then another
wave roll through me. His hands were now gripping tightly at my hips, pulling
them down as he mashed his face to my chest. I 
could feel the moisture flowing from my crotch as I came. My  knees slowly
began to spread further and further apart under the pull of his arms, drawing
me down closer to him. I soon felt the sensation of 
his once again hardening cock as it tickled the moist hair of my pussy. Slowly,
I could feel the strength of his growing shaft as it slipped between the lips of
my pussy. 

ÒOh god,... no... I... I can't!Ó  The words I spoke to myself were meaningless,
as I felt powerless to stop myself. My knees continued to open to him, until my
hard clit pressed down along underside of ChrisÕs 
rock hard penis. I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding my clit along his
shaft and sending myself closer to another orgasm. I made one more feeble
attempt to pull myself pull away, not really wanting to 
stop, when I felt the tip of his cock part the lips of my pussy; poising
precariously, ready to enter. It was the moment of truth and I was powerless to
stop. He sensed the moment as well as he stopped, 
relaxing his grip ever so slightly and releasing my nipple from his mouth. We
froze together for that moment, each wondering, each wishing, each wanting
something. I leaned my face down to his, 
whispering to him to open his eyes and look at me. As he turned his eyes into
mine, I smiled softly to him and let myself slip down over the length of his
shaft. 

I had done it. I had my little boy inside me, and I felt like I was going to
explode. I felt completely liberated, completely opened up to him, sparing
nothing for my son or myself. I pressed myself down onto 
him, then sat motionless, feeling the warmth of his cock deep inside of me,
squeezing him inside of me like an act of giving birth once again, only now
drawing him back inside of me. 
I started to rock my hips slowly, feeling every inch of his small erection.
ChrisÕs face began to  twist and contort , revealing that he wouldn't last
long. 

I desperately wanted to have an orgasm with him inside of me but knew would
have to work fast. Lifting myself with my knees, I began to pump my hips up and
down onto his cock, trying to build my own 
orgasm. Faster and faster I pumped, feeling his little man inside of me,
hearing the smacking sounds as my soaked pussy thrust onto his dick; over and
over and over. It didnÕt take him long as I began to feel 
him tense up, and I knew that it meant he was ready. Knowing he was so close
was enough to push me over the edge as well. 

ÒOh Mom!Ó He cried out, ÒOh Mom! IÕm gonna cum...I'm going to come again!Ó 

I raised myself up, pressing my hands firmly onto his chest, and crashed down
hard one last time before he came. I mashed my pussy down on his cock, grinding
to feel him as deep as he could go. The 
feeling of his hot seed spewing into me was what set off my orgasm, causing my
body to writhe uncontrollably over him. 

ÒYEEEEESSSSSS!...Ó I screamed! 

Chris grunted and groaned away as he feverishly pulled at my hips, wanting to
push himself deeper. I was openly screaming now, unable to control myself under
such an earth shaking spell. 

ÒYES !Ó 
ÒYESSSSSS !Ó 
ÒFuck me !Ó 
ÒFuck me !Ó 
ÒFuuuuuhhhhck Meeeeeee!!!!!!!Ó I screamed like a mad woman. 

My body had become one spasm of pleasure after another, and I couldnÕt stop
itÕs shaking. My dizziness as returned Chris continued to pump himself into me,
emptying himself utterly, and leaving himself 
nothing behind. Never in my sixteen years of marriage had I ever felt so
sexually fulfilled as I did at that moment. 

As I felt ChrisÕs body go limp with exhaustion, I slowed my motions and let him
slip from inside of me. I rolled off of him in a daze, my entire body tingling
with excitement and sweat. Laying there breathless 
and euphoric, Chris snuggled up next to me, squeezing me tightly. 

Neither of us spoke a word, only lay there in silent thought. 

I wanted it to last forever.