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Surrogate Mom
by Inkmaster (address withheld)
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After a sports injury, Trisha our married neighbor
gives my son massages to help him recover. (F/m-teen,
mast, intr)
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PART 1
The first thing I want to say is: THIS IS A TRUE STORY.
IF you don't think stuff like this goes on in YOUR
community, open your eyes.
We have been neighbors with Trisha and her husband,
Carter for 4 years, since I was 15. My dad died when I
was 14. He was a regional vice president for his
company. He was killed, along with a newer guy, named
Ramon, in a multi car pileup in California.
After he died, my mom, Jennifer, found out he had
planned for our futures very well. He had multiple life
insurance policies that made mom a multi millionaire
widow at the age of 32. A little background might help
here. My name is Mickie. I'm 19, about 5'10", I weigh
in the neighborhood of 170. I visit the gym 3 times a
week, so I'm in pretty good shape.
I got my dad's dark, curly hair. My mom Jennifer is 36.
She's 5'4, a trim 120 pounds. She has long dark red
hair that hangs to the small of her back. Trisha is 39,
and must be 5'10" or so, as she is as tall as I am. She
is a very healthy 140 pounds, and wears her hair collar
length.
I really think she is the most beautiful black woman I
have ever seen. Her husband, Carter, is 43 and 6'2". He
is very muscular and weighs 230 pounds. Carter keeps
his head shaved. He works for the same company my dad
did, and has taken over his responsibilities with the
company.
Trisha and Carter are almost like an extended family to
mom & me. We are always at each other's houses,
barbecues, swim outings, everything. Trisha is a
registered massage therapist, but she does it as a
hobby rather than as full time employment. She worked
with mom, practicing on her throughout her training
until she was licensed. Mom is always bragging about
how good Trisha is, and how well she sleeps after one
of her massages.
I pulled some muscles in my lower back lifting, and
after 2 days of complaints, mom convinced me to ask
Trisha for a massage. She immediately agreed, and said
she could see me the next night. I went over and Trisha
spent about an hour working the muscles of my
shoulders, then worked her way down to my lower back.
When she was done, I felt a lot better. She set me up
with an informal "appointment" schedule, and 2 days
later I returned for another massage.
After 2 weeks, I felt a lot better. The last time
Trisha was giving me a massage, when she got to my
lower back, she didn't say anything, she just pushed
the waistband of my jogging shorts down lower and began
working the muscles right at the base of the spine. As
she kneaded the still tender muscles, I realized I was
getting an erection. In seconds, I could feel my penis
pressing against my belly, fully erect.
Suddenly, Trisha said "All done," and stepped back. I
was hoping she would leave, but she stood by my side,
waiting for me to get up. I just lay still, willing it
to go down, but no luck. Trisha asked if something was
wrong, and I mumbled no. She waited patiently for me to
get up, and when I could stall no longer, I turned over
and sat at the end of the bench. She stood next to me,
talking about my next visit.
She finally said "Well, let's go."
I stood up, knowing my penis was still hard, but with
no other alternative. Trisha looked down, said "OH!!"
but she didn't look away. I picked up my shirt and held
it in front of me, embarrassed, but she said, "Don't
worry, it happens sometimes." But, that looks painful,
so you probably need to get it taken care of." She was
smiling mischievously as she said it. I blushed and
left.
When I went over for my next visit, Trisha acted like
nothing had happened, which I was grateful for. I lay
down on her massage table, and she worked on the
muscles of my middle and lower back. As she got to the
bottom of my spine, I felt the same thing happening.
I tried everything, thinking of college, grocery lists,
car parts, car wrecks (see? I told you I tried
everything!). This time, when she was done and I
hesitated to get up, she stood next to me, waiting, and
when I did stand up she openly looked at my crotch,
smiling. Little did I know everything was about to
change in a couple of weeks.
Late fall was coming up, and Carter was getting ready
to leave for a month to go to California for their
semi-annual meeting - the same one my dad used to
cover. He would make the meetings in Seattle, Denver,
San Francisco and Dallas. He probably wouldn't be home
until late October.
Trisha had set my next appointment for Saturday . We
went into the spare bedroom, where she had her massage
table and supplies set up. She got everything ready,
turned the heat up on the warming pot for the oil she
uses, then told me to take off my shirt and lay face
down on the table. I did, and she oiled her hands and
began working on the muscles of my neck and shoulders,
and she began to talk. She told me about meeting
Carter, how they both worked while he went to college,
how they struggled.
She had moved to the middle of my back, and I was
really starting to relax and feel good. She talked
about moving into the neighborhood, about us moving in
and meeting us. She had moved down to my waist and was
working right along the top of my shorts. I was
suddenly focused when I heard her saying "You know,
I've only been with 3 men in my life. Carter was the
first man I was ever with. He was 21 and I was a scared
17 year old." She had been kneading the muscles of my
lower back , and moved to my legs as she continued.
"Shane, a guy we both knew from his college days, was
the second man. That happened when I was 24 and we had
been married for a couple of years. Something just
clicked, and I knew Shane and I were going to hook up
eventually. That happened when Carter was gone for a
while.
"Baby, he was soooo pissed when he found out. But, we
worked things out, and I think he knew then I was just
gonna have to do something from time to time. He
realized I'm married to him, and it only happened a
couple of times. Then when I was 31, I broke down and
found myself in a situation where I met my 3rd man. I
spent some time with Tony, you know... works at the
home improvement center, he was, oh, I don't know,
probably 20 at the time. You all 3 just alike... Dark
curly hair, toned, muscular... Carter kinda knew then I
just couldn't keep my hands off them white boys...."
As she said "boys", she slid her oiled hand up under
the open leg of my shorts and wrapped it around my
throbbing erection. She began sliding her hand slowly
up and down the shaft, then she would circle her
fingers over the head, then jack the foreskin quickly
along the length of my cock. I gasped at the sudden
contact, and Trisha whispered, "It's okay baby, let me
help you. I can take care of all your stress."
Her hand slid along the length of my shaft she kept
going, "Ummm." Then she would slowly rub the length of
my cock, before wrapping her hand around it and giving
it a number of quick full strokes. She stopped, and
returned to massaging my legs.
Then, after a couple of minutes, she slid her hand up
my leg, grasping my cock with her finger tips and
giving me a number of light strokes, then her full hand
encased my shaft as she gave me a couple of quick full
strokes. She sensed when I was getting close, as she
would stop the handjob and return to massaging me,
building the pressure in me. This continued for a
while, her oily hand caressing the length of my stiff
cock, pulling me closer and closer. Finally, In a soft
voice, she said, "Turn over and lift up baby...."
I did as I was told and she pulled my shorts down and
off. Trisha recaptured my upstanding shaft in her hand,
her other hand dropping to cup my full testicles.
"Ooohh Mickie, baby you got a nice big dick. I really
want to help you feel good... You want Trisha to jack
you off, help you cum?" she asked in a low, husky
voice.
All I could do was gasp out, "Oh jeez Trisha! Oh christ
that feels good!" I think every guy has measured their
cock, and I'm no different. I've got 7" and the shaft
measures 6" in diameter.
She continued the pattern she had established, running
her fingers over the head before grasping the shaft and
jerking me with full strokes, then rolling my testicles
around in her warm oiled hand. "Ooh, baby, you got such
a nice cock. So young, and hard and ready..." She began
jacking my shaft in earnest, her eyes glued to the head
of my cock as she worked her hand up and down faster
and faster, her fingers barely encircling my shaft as
she tightly gripped it.
My eyes were about to come out of my head as I stared
at her face, my buttocks clenching and unclenching,
lifting me up off the table as I drew closer and closer
to cumming. Trisha was beginning to breathe deeper, and
she kept moaning in a low voice, "Ummm... Yeahhhh."
My breath was coming in ragged gasps, when suddenly, I
felt that familiar feeling, and I had enough time to
cry out, "Oh god! Oh god! I'm cumming!!"
As my body jerked in uncontrolled ecstasy, she groaned,
"Ohh baby, give it to me... let it go... give it to
Trisha baby."
My first shot exploded out of the head of my cock,
landing between my nipples. She continued to jack me
off as 4 or 5 more large gobbets of semen landed
between my navel and my upright shaft. She smiled at me
as she said, "That's what I like about you young studs.
Always good for lots of cum."
As I settled back on the massage table, she picked up a
warm wet hand towel and cleaned the cum off of my upper
body, slowly and lovingly cleaning my quivering shaft.
"There, now don't you feel a lot better? I can tell
you're relaxed now. You really need to take care of
these pressures you get. Next weekend, you feeling
pressured, you just let me know, OK?"
The following weekend, I could barely wait for my
massage. When I arrived, Trisha brought me to her
massage room, and I peeled off my t-shirt.
Trisha started on my shoulders, and commented that I
didn't seem as tense as the last time. I told her the
massages really helped, that my muscles didn't hurt
like before, and I thought I would be ready to start
back working out in another week or two. As she
massaged my lower back, I felt it again. I guess it was
in anticipation of what awaited me, just for the
asking. Suddenly, Trisha was leaning over, whispering
in my ear. "Mickie, I really think you're still
stressed. You want Trisha to give you some relief
again, don't you?"
"Uh, yeah, it was unbelievable the last time." I said.
I got off the bench, took off my shorts, and sat back
on the edge of the bench.
Trisha gripped my cock and began to slowly slide her
slender fingers along the length of my growing shaft.
She stopped, dipped her fingertips in the warm oil,
then began running her hand along the full length of my
erection. She squatted between my thighs, then regained
her grip as she began pumping my foreskin up and down.
She varied her grip, sometimes a delicate, teasing
touch, then a full fisted grip jacking the foreskin
along the full length, then she would lightly touch me.
Her tightened grip lasted longer and longer, as she
stared at the pisshole in my cockhead, her tongue
lightly touching her lips, her eyes glazed and glued to
my cock. With her other hand, she lightly palmed my
balls, rolling them and pressing them up against the
base of my shaft as she pumped.
Suddenly I cried out, "Fuck, here it comes!!" as my
cumshot fired out of my cockhead. Her strokes sped up
as great gobbets of cum splattered on my chest, finally
shooting 2 last droplets near my navel. Trisha was
panting and squirming as she knelt between my
outstretched thighs.
She slowly got up and got a warm hand towel to clean me
up. As she did, she softly said, "Carter been gone to
damn long."
Continued in part 2...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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