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Cleave It To Beaver
by MrNatural (address withheld)

***

June Cleaver - in the erotic parody of the 1950 TV 
sitcom - finds Eddie Haskell, amazingly attractive. 
(F/m-teen, ped, mast, size, tv-parody)

***

When the alarm clock went off, June Cleaver stretched 
beneath to covers and rolled onto her side, nuzzling up 
to husband Ward. He reached across and slapped at the 
alarm clock one time, silencing it. 

"Morning, June," he mumbled.

"Mmmmmm," June said, entwining her arms around her 
husband. In a low, sleep husky voice she purred, "Ward, 
I think you were a little rough on the beaver last 
night."

Ward looked stern as he always did when delivering a 
moral or lesson. "Sorry, June. But when a man feels 
really special about a woman, even his wife, sometimes 
he has to express it in ways that are a little 
decisive."

"Oh, I certainly liked it," she said, her eyes growing 
wide and innocent as they so often did, showing that 
little girl kind of wonderment that often drove Ward 
over the edge and caused him to pump gallons of cream 
into her still surprisingly tight pussy. "I really did 
like it, Ward, especially the part where you had me 
crawling around on my knees so you could see all of me 
open to you without shame or hesitation."

Ward said with great seriousness, "Well, June, sometimes 
when a man is in a bedroom with a naked woman, he wants 
to know that he possesses every inch of her, body and 
soul, and he also needs to feel, well, that nothing is 
hidden from him. It's just the right thing to do and I 
know we all feel better when you do the right thing."

"Oh yes," she nodded, wide eyed. "We do."

Ward threw back the covers, massaging his generous piss-
hard beaver cleaver as he ambled off into the bathroom. 
His tool was such a source of pride that he and June had 
jokingly named their youngest son after it. June slipped 
out of bed wearing her pink baby-doll nightie and went 
to her vanity, plucking the dull cotton robe from the 
back of the chair. She slipped it on, buttoning it right 
up to her throat as was proper, and as soon as she put 
on her pearls she headed downstairs to fix breakfast.

***

"Jeez, Wally," Beaver called out from his bed. "I'm not 
feeling too good this morning. Maybe I'm getting sick or 
something."

"Shut-up you little squirt," Wally said in a choked 
voice. "I'm trying to have a big squirt of my own over 
here and you keep distracting me."

"Gosh, Wally," Beaver said, turning over on one side and 
resting his head on his hand. "Are you doing that 
again?"

Wally threw the catcher's mitt down on the floor and sat 
up. "Well I was until you started blabbing away over 
there."

"So what do you get out of doing that?" Beaver said, 
wrinkling his nose up. "Does it, like, help your 
pitching arm or something?"

"Heck no, Beaver," Wally said, tucking his cock back 
into his pajamas. "It just makes you feel really good. 
All the guys do it."

"Together?"

"No! That would be kind of weird, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," said Beaver. "I guess so." He thought for a 
moment. "Hey, Wally?"

"What?"

"So what do you think about, while you're doing it? 
Hitting a home run?"

Wally laughed. "Sorta. I mean, after all, you start off 
thinking about getting to first base. Like with Monica 
Davenport. You know what I mean?"

"Monica plays baseball?"

Wally rolled his eyes. "No. Have you ever seen Monica 
Davenport?"

"Sure. Lots of times."

"And you know she's got - those?" Wally curled his hands 
up in front of his chest.

"Hands?"

"Forget it, Beaver," Wally sighed. "Maybe you're just a 
queer."

"Am not," Beaver said, angrily. "And I don't even know 
what that is."

"Like Lumpy," Wally said, simply.

Before Beaver could ask about that, he heard his 
mother's voice calling up to them from downstairs 
letting the boys know that breakfast was ready.

***

Wally sat at the kitchen table behind his box of 
Wheaties. He was looking at Roger Maris and thinking he 
had nice eyes.

"Where's the Beaver? June asked.

Ward giggled sternly as if to say, "I know where to find 
the beaver..."

"He said he doesn't feel good," Wally said, wondering if 
Roger Maris liked showering with other guys in the 
locker room. That seemed kind of creepy and he dismissed 
the thought.

"The Beaver's not feeling well?" Ward said, and June 
giggled.

"What's so funny about the Beaver not feeling well?" 
Wally asked.

"Nothing, son," Ward said, sternly. He glanced at his 
watch. "I've got to get to the office. Maybe I should go 
up and talk to him. Tell me, Wally, has the Beaver been 
doing something he feels badly about?"

"Gosh, Dad, I don't think so."

"He usually stays in bed when he saw a friend of his 
steal something and he doesn't know what to do about it. 
Or when he promised two friends he's go with them to two 
different places on Saturday at the same time and 
doesn't know how to get out an embarrassing bind. Or..."

"Naah," Wally said. "I think it was the hot dogs from 
the carnival last night. He ate about six of them."

Ward nodded gravely. "I've told you boys about eating 
weiners when you don't know where they've been. Maybe I 
should go up and..."

"No," June said, "I'll check on him. You go on to work, 
dear."

Ward got up and gave June a quick kiss and, when Wally 
wasn't looking, cupped his hand on her firm and well-
rounded ass and gave a squeeze. With that, he was out 
the door.

"I'm waiting for Eddie to show up," Wally said. "He 
needs a ride to school but I can't wait. I'm supposed to 
get there early today."

"Is something special happening?"

"No," Wally said. "It's just that I like to be there 
when the school bus arrives so I can hang out with the 
guys."

"Oh, and you wouldn't be getting there a little early to 
get a look at Monica Davenport, would you?" June asked.

Wally's face reddened. "Gosh, Mom. Knock it off."

"There's nothing wrong with being interested in Monica 
Davenport," June said, smiling as she put her lips 
around the breakfast sausage.

"Jeez, mom," Wally said, standing up and taking his 
notebook from the table. "She's just some tall dumb 
girl." 

"Now Wally. You sound like Lumpy."

Wally bristled. He wasn't like Lumpy. Lumpy wouldn't 
give Monica Davenport and her oversized breasts a second 
thought, except to hiss that she was a cow. As for 
Wally, he was feeling another boner come on as he 
pondered the time Monica had dropped a pen and bent down 
to get it, revealing a peek at her expansive tits.

"Are you all right?" June asked.

"Sure mom."

"You haven't been eating bad weiners, too, have you?"

"Gosh no, Mom," Wally said, silently adding that that 
was Lumpy's specialty. "Listen, if Eddie shows up, tell 
him I had to go and it's his tough luck for being late."

"I will," June promised.

As Wally's car backed out the driveway, the engine 
purring, June finished putting the breakfast dishes into 
the sink and realized she needed to check on the Beaver. 
As she reached the base of the stairs, the doorbell 
chimed. She opened the door and looked straight into a 
familiar face. 

"Good morning, Mrs. Cleaver."

It was Eddie Haskell, way too skinny for his own good 
and wearing a huge smile.

"Good morning, Eddie."

"Is Wallace at home?"

"No," she said, "he had to go on without you."

Eddie frowned and then sniffed the air. "And I hurried, 
too. I was in such a tremendous rush not to cause anyone 
any inconvenience that I forgot to eat breakfast. It's 
the most important meal of the day, you know." 

"Yes, Eddie. Ward - Mr. Cleaver - says that on a regular 
basis. So I suppose you're very hungry?"

"Why yes, thank you very much," Eddie said, bobbing his 
head as he brushed past her and headed for the kitchen.

June glanced up the stairs, thought about Beaver, and 
decided she'd have to check on him later. When she 
arrived in the kitchen, Eddie was seated at the table. 

"You look exceptionally beautiful this morning, Mrs. 
Cleaver," Eddie said as he watched her dish out the 
scrambled eggs.

"Thank you, Eddie," she said, smiling.

"I think it's important that a woman - especially an 
older, more mature woman - maintains herself even at 
early hours in the morning."

June felt a little blush move across her, the same 
little wave of heat that always accompanied Eddie's 
sweet compliments. "Why, thank you, Eddie. I'm sure your 
mother does the same."

"Yes," he said with enthusiasm. "Although she doesn't 
have anything like the very attractive outfit that 
you're wearing." 

June was suddenly aware that her dull green cotton robe 
was showing too much of her ankles. She readjusted her 
pearls, nervously. "Thank you."

"I think older, more mature women have so much to 
offer," Eddie said.

"What a nice thought."

"Experience," he said. "And nurturing care, something a 
young man needs. And... and..." Eddie's voice seemed to 
trail off a moment.

June glanced around and noticed that Eddie was holding 
his fork with his left hand while his right was below 
the table, fidgeting wildly.

"Are you all right, Eddie?" June asked. "You look a 
little flushed."

"I'm fine," he said. "It's just that seeing you look so 
very attractive, I mean... you..."

"Eddie?!" June said, stepping closer.

Eddie flinched and tried to move to shield himself, but 
she caught sight of the tip of his teenage cock peeking 
out through his clenched fingers.

"Why, Eddie!!!" June said with some alarm.

"Gosh, Mrs. Cleaver," Eddie stammered, so rattled he got 
to his feet and backed away from the table, still 
gripping his throbbing erection. "I'm sorry... I..."

"What's this?" she asked, wide eyed. "Don't tell me for 
once you're speechless!"

Eddie's mouth worked like a fish gasping in the air.

June had always liked the way Eddie made her feel - his 
honest compliments which to some seemed overblown but to 
her seemed the sign of a young man who was feeling a bit 
smitten. She'd had little thoughts now and then about 
Eddie and, looking at Eddie as he held his cock in his 
hands, caught in the act, it seemed obvious he'd had 
more than a few little thoughts about her!

June took a step forward and let her hand drift down 
until it encircled Eddie's hand. She guided it away and 
looked down, eyes widening even more. "Eddie, may I tell 
you that you have an extremely large penis!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Cleaver."

"I think it's important that a boy have a good knob on 
him," she said, sounding more like Eddie than Eddie 
himself. "It gives a boy pride."

"Y-yes ma'am," he managed. "T-thank you."

June smiled to herself -- Eddie was surprisingly well 
endowed for a thing boy and it made her laugh to think 
of all the times Ward had called Eddie a little prick!

Eddie's tool was exceptional, of course, but it was no 
match for the beaver cleaver of Ward. Still, it was a 
pleasant surprise. She began to work her fingers up and 
down the shaft, the tips of her nails gently tickling 
his oversized testicles. "Why Eddie," she purred, "I 
always knew you had balls... but..."

Eddie was in another world, eyes glazed, and she wasn't 
sure if he was hearing anything. June's fingers worked 
expertly and she licked her lips gently. She let her 
fingers drift up and down the length of the shaft, 
lightly, twisting a massaging. 

As if in a trance, Eddie reached out, hesitantly, and 
touched at the mounds beneath June's plain green cotton 
robe. As his fingers made contact, June felt his cock 
twitch. Emboldened, Eddie tugged at the knot that held 
the robe together, but his fingers fumbled wildly. 

June stepped back, releasing her grip on Eddie's tool, 
and carefully undid the tie on her robe, letting the 
garment slip to the floor. She stood before Eddie in her 
pink baby-doll nightgown, her full breasts swelling and 
her nipples poking at the fabric. 

As Eddie watched, she let each spaghetti strap down 
along her shoulders. Then, careful to keep the gown in 
place with her arms, she stepped back.

"Wally was going to get to school early to see Monica 
Davenport," June said.

Eddie, paralyzed, said nothing.

"Maybe you'd rather go see Monica?"

Eddie, more deeply paralyzed, still said nothing. He did 
manage, after a moment, to summon up enough power to 
shake his head from side to side.

"Are you sure you don't want to go see Monica?"

Eddie nodded and stammered. "S-she's just a... girl," he 
managed. "You're a... woman..."

"Well Eddie," she said, dropping her hands so that the 
gown opened. "How nice of you to notice!"

Eddie stood there, brain on fire. His eyes swept across 
June Cleaver's ample chest. The breasts before him 
weren't as large as his moms' - nobody's were and he had 
snuck peaks at them often - but June Cleaver's breasts 
had an almost alabaster perfection to them, a creamy 
color with dark, pert nipples. They were astonishingly 
free of any trace of gravity's pull which, he had just 
learned in science class yesterday, could draw entire 
planets out of orbit. But her breasts - perfect... Her 
hips were wide, but not too wide, and she had a small 
waist. He had never seen her legs before, either, not 
really, and he was astonished by what he saw. They were 
long and slender. He imagined what they'd feel like 
wrapped around him.

Perhaps the most astonishing thing - although he'd only 
a moment to think - was her bush. He had seen his mom 
naked one time and she looked like a jungle. Mrs. 
Cleaver's patch was shaped carefully, much like the 
bushes at Mr. Preston's mansion that were carefully 
trimmed back and sculpted. 

June Cleaver stepped closer and guided his head down 
until his tongue could flick at her nipple. Eddie clung 
to her, mouth clamped down, and sucked as hard as he 
could.

"Your tongue," she said. "Use your tongue... lick it..."

Eddie obeyed as best he could. He felt his cock jerking 
and was afraid he was going to shoot off all over her. 
June felt his eagerness and wanted to slow him down, but 
she suddenly remembered poor Beaver upstairs, perhaps on 
his deathbed with weiner poisoning. Knowing that her 
duty as a mother should come first, she decided it was 
time for Eddie to do the same... 

"Eddie," she said, quietly.

Eddie's mouth was clamped on her breast like a sucking 
barnacle and he was in another world. She slowly lowered 
herself and he followed, finally letting go as they lay 
down on the kitchen table. It was sturdy - Ward had 
given a lesson on how maple tables are meant to support 
weight - and she knew from experience it could take a 
lot of pounding without the legs cracking - and Eddie 
was much lighter than Ward! 

Eddie was crazed now, and his cock was pulsing wildly. 
He climbed up on the table and held his prick in his 
hand. When June took hold of it, he expected her to 
guide it into that sweet hole he'd read about in Swag 
Magazine, but instead she guided him up and onto her so 
he was sitting astride her. She then guided his 
painfully hard cock between her rich, creamy breasts and 
held it there, a prisoner.

"Fuck my tits Eddie," she said in a sweet, mom kind of 
voice.

Eddie looked down into her innocent, wide-eyed face, 
seeing that smile and warmth in her eyes. He began to 
buck like crazy, his cockhead peeking out >from between 
her breasts. He was long enough that when he pushed 
forward she was able to lick at the head, hot tongue 
flicking at this slit.

"Oh, jeezuZ!" Eddie moaned, "Mrs. Cleaver..."

"I've never had a big boy's cock between my breasts 
before," she cooed. "Do you like it? Do you like feeling 
my breasts all around you?"

"Yesssssssss!" He hissed.

June put her head up slightly and found she could easily 
nibble on Eddie's cockhead. She let her tongue roam 
around it, outlining the head again and again as she 
swirled. She took just the head between her lips and 
sucked, feeling Eddie tremble. Then she allowed the cock 
to slide down along her tongue toward her throat. She 
guided Eddie forward a little and was able to swallow 
the boy's rigid prick down deeper, tightening her throat 
muscles.

Eddie moaned with pleasure.

Although the position was awkward, she could bob her 
head enough to slide him in and out from that depth and 
she pumped her head a little faster. Eddie rose up a 
little to get a better angle and she gladly took more of 
him until his balls were bouncing off her chin. She 
reached up and took hold of her nipples, pinching them 
and moving her hands quickly up and down. It was just 
enough pain to feel good - any more would be too much.

In spite of his excitement, Eddie was holding on as best 
he could, completely amazed to find himself on a kitchen 
table having his dick sucked by the woman of his dreams. 
It seemed so wildly impossible that he was almost 
watching it happen to someone else. Then, the reality 
began to sink in and his balls rumbled and quivered.

June felt his excitement growing. By now, her fingers 
had drifted down to the wet warmth between her legs and 
she was finger-fucking herself as fast as she could.

Eddie sat back, straddling her, and put his cock between 
those luscious white breasts. Wild, he pumped his hips 
and saw his cockhead, now purple and engorged, beginning 
to twitch.

"C'mon," she said as she felt her own orgasm 
approaching. "Let it go... let it all over me Eddie..."

"Can I?" he managed. "Is it ok, Mrs. Cleaver?"

"C'mon Eddie," she repeated. "Now..."

Eddie fucked her cleavage faster now and although he 
wanted it to go on and on, the feel of her soft, pliant 
breasts around his cock was too much for him. From deep 
within he felt his cock respond to the vigorous tit-
fuck. "That's it!" she said. "Give it all to me, Eddie."

Unable to stand it another moment, Eddie felt his body 
spasm and twitch, shooting a scalding load across Mrs. 
Cleaver's throat and face, much of landing on her pearl 
necklace. He came for what seemed like a full minute, 
completely soaking her. She caught as much of it as she 
wanted in her mouth, her own fingers bringing her to a 
thunderous orgasm at the exact moment the first wad hit 
her.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

He panted. "Y-yes." Then he quickly added, "Do I have to 
go to school? Couldn't you let me stay here today?"

"And what kind of a note would I write to your teacher?" 
June Cleaver said, smiling. "No, you have to run along, 
Eddie. Ward - Mr. Cleaver - always says you shouldn't 
let anything get in the way of your education..."

"I think I'd learn more here," he said.

"Well Eddie," she said, beaming. "What a very nice thing 
to say!"

She was aching for more, of course, for something much 
more, but then remembered her little Beaver up in bed.

Two minutes later, Eddie was out the door, walking a bit 
unsteadily down the sidewalk. June watched him for a 
moment and then started up the stairs.

After all, her Beaver was in need.

And she was his mom...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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