Mother. Son. Me. Oh,no

Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: a guy Age: 60s Gender: Male

Sometime around my thirteenth birthday, my dick developed---fast. Most of my friends still had little two inch cocks that got stiff but no longer. Mine was obviously bigger around and about four long inches soft. A couple of buddies noticed it and wanted to compare. That, of course, got me hard and about six inches long and thicker. They were amazed.

I became a minor celebrity for a month or so and soon, guys I didnâ......t even know wanted to see it. Once, Iâ......m pretty sure, there was a set-up so a couple of girls in hiding could see my cock. That day, for some reason, I didnâ......t get a spontaneous hard-on and the guys insisted that I stroke it hard.

Nothing other than looking ever occurred, except with my close friend, Steve. He was fascinated by and a bit jealous of my dick. He went so far as to suggest that one of us close his eyes, and, in turn, the other guy would jack him off, pretending it was a girl doing the stroking. He took it several steps further once, but putting on his motherâ......s underwear and a wig, and put his head on my stomach while he jerked me. It only took a little imagination to make it seem more authentic. Periodically he licked the palm of his hand, for lubrication, he said. Surprisingly, through this and everything else I did, I never had an orgasm.

One Friday evening, Steveâ......s parents were going out to a party and we planned a sleepover at his house. I admit I was looking forward to him dressing up again. He said he wanted me to wear her underwear too â...... and I was considering it.

I was dropped off at his place, went to the kitchen door and knocked. I looked up and was shocked to see Mrs. Watson walking toward the door, stretching the cord of the phone in her hand and wearing a bra and panties. And they werenâ......t the utilitarian ones Steve had borrowed. They were cut nicely, lacy and black. I looked down as she opened the door and motioned me in, finishing the phone call.

â......That was Bart (her husband). He and Steve are going to be stuck in town for another three hours. Weâ......re going to miss the party â...... and Iâ......ve been rushing to get ready.â...... She paused. I was obviously unable to keep my eyes off her, in spite of repeatedly looking elsewhere. â......I hope you arenâ......t uncomfortable with me dressed like this.â......

She smiled as if to put me at ease, then stopped short and looked at my crotch. â......Oh my. It looks like you might be a little uncomfortable.â...... I mumbled something. Then, she smiled and looked over her eyeglasses at me, â......Well its been a lot of years since a man got a hard-on just from looking at me.â......

I donâ......t know whether I was more shocked that she used the word â......hard-onâ...... or that she called me a man. â......Uhâ...¦lookâ...¦I assume you know how to take care of that. I can give you some privacy.â...... She stopped short again, when I shook my head no. An awkward silence followed.

â......Oh, dearâ...¦wellâ...¦you better just come with me.â...... She grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. With a serious look, she spoke quietly, â......Understand that this is going to be our secret. You are going to learn some things and I get to have some fun without going to the party.â......

There she stood: A nice enough body, in black underwear, and I noticed, black nylons in one hand. â......OK. Take your clothes off.â......

I was stunned, but suddenly I really wanted her to see my cock, but I had no idea why. As I pulled my briefs down, my dick sprang up and pulsed in time with my heartbeat. â......My God,â...... she said,â...... If you arenâ......t done developing, youâ......re going to make some woman very happy.â...... Unfortunately, I was done developing---six inches for the last fifty years.

I didnâ......t know what she planned, but I hoped it included taking that lovely underwear off. I remember being confused when she dropped the straps from her shoulders and peeled the bra down off her breasts. As she turned it around her body to get at the hooks, I was surprised at this logical, rather un-sexy maneuver. But, there they were, my first tits â...... moderate size, no sag, nice nipples.

Before I had time to fully appreciate her tits, her panties were down and I was looking at a surprisingly full bush of curly, dark pubic hair. â......Lie down on the bed. Try to relax and enjoys this,â...... Mrs. Watson said, as she climbed beside me and wrapped one leg over mine. â......I donâ......t think it will last long, but a teenager recovers fast, so we will have time for a second.â......

Second what? She started stroking my dick. I recall lasting about two minutes, but Iâ......ll never know how. The heat from her crotch against my leg was thrilling. I remember thinking that this felt twenty times better than pretending with Steve. And I would never be able to tell him. As these thoughts flitted by, I became aware of a slippery wetness against my leg as well as the heat and rough texture of her bush.

Then it started. A persistent tickle at the center of the soles of my feet, that radiated up through my knees, made me a little sick to my stomach, zapped my nipples and constricted my throat. For the very first time, I experienced that marvelous release as the bed began spinning backwards, my feet high above my head, the room a confused blur. Not much remains in my memory until I felt hot wet spots all over my neck, chest and stomach and an exquisite afterglow. As I came back to full awareness, I noticed a persistent rubbing of that hot, wet roughness against my leg.

â......Thatâ......s your first lesson. You can do that to yourself whenever you want â......privately. For your second lesson, Iâ......m going to teach you how to make a woman feel that good.â...... A wonderful idea, I thought. She placed my right hand over the back of hers, stretched out and started rubbing along her pussy, dipping inside and circling a hard button near the top of her slit. I followed her every move with my own, savoring the source of the hot, slippery wetness.

By the time she pulled her hand away, I knew to continue and, falling into a rhythm, noticed how much that button had grown. It now stuck out of her slit and it occurred to me that it was nearly half as long as my buddiesâ...... dicks. But, women donâ......t have those, do theyâ...¦suddenly, Mrs. Watson took in a sharp breath, went momentarily rigid and started writhing. There was a low, guttural sound that I never heard a person make.

The writhing gave way to deep breathing. My fingers slowed with her breaths. Eventually, she spoke, sounding very relaxed. â......Well, you certainly learned that lesson.â...... It was her turn to feel a persistent rubbing on her leg. â......And, I can see youâ......re ready for a second time.â......

Mrs. Watson placed her head on my stomach, facing my dick and began that wonderful stroking again. It felt a little weird that it looked a lot like when Steve did the same thing with her wig on. â......Now if you do this very often, you will want some lubrication to keep from getting raw. Hand lotion works well, but I have some lube of my own.â......

With that, she reached between her legs and rubbed some of that hot wetness on my cock. Oooohh. I wondered if this is what it felt like in a pussy. Could it be any better than this? As she stroked, the tip of my dick kept appearing above her head. She repeatedly reached down to her pussy until my cock and balls were soaked with this magic lotion and its odor filled my nostrils. I was ecstatic when the tickle on the soles of my feet began again, this time rushing right past my constricted throat to my burning forehead. I groaned and felt the first spurt hit my neck, but then none reached my chest. I looked down to see Mrs. Watsonâ......s head raised a little off my stomach.

Then she was up on her elbow, turning toward me. Her hair and face were soaked â...... and my cum was dripping from her glasses. I hadnâ......t noticed until now. Here she was magnificently naked, still wearing glasses. She let go of my dick and removed them. Even after everything I had just been through, there was something oddly erotic about seeing Mrs. Watson without eyeglasses for the first time.

â......Iâ......m going to need a nap before Bart gets home. Letâ......s get cleaned up. You can use the main bathroom.â...... I stood at the sink, looking at my body the mirror, pleased and perplexed, washing my hands, my dick still bobbing. I could not bring myself to wash what remained of that wonderful lotion from my cock and balls. I pulled my clothes on, satisfied with the little secret in my pants.

I couldnâ......t concentrate on the conversation through the dinner she hastily fixed when Bart and Steve got there. The Watsons were drinking rather heavily and I picked up on the occasional glance over the top of her eyeglasses. Each time I started to smile, but looked away shyly.

Steve whispered, â......Letâ......s go.â...... Neither parent seemed to notice our retreat upstairs, this time turning right into his bedroom. He locked the door. â......Strip. Iâ......ll do you first.â...... Oh, no. I hadnâ......t thought about this, but of course, Steve had no idea what had happened. He was thirteen and therefore horny.

I lay on his bed and was a bit uncomfortable as he put his head on my stomach and started stroking me, after a quick lick to his palm. â......Hey, you smell different, whatâ......s that about?â...... It was odd for my cock to be feeling so good at the same time panic settled in my chest. I tried to think of a reply, watching as the tip of my dick kept appearing above his head. While I mumbled, Steveâ......s hand let go of my dick and went back to his mouth. Oh, no. â......Geez, you taste different too. How come?â......

Now my brain reeling too hard for me even to mumble. He resumed stroking. Seeing the same scene at my loins as that afternoon and Steve unknowingly tasting his mother was both way too weird and way too erotic. That is probably why the sick-to-my-stomach feeling came first, but followed by the insistent sole tickling. Oh, no.

â......Steve! Look out!â......

â......Huh? Whatâ......s going on?â...... Mercifully, he leaned up on one elbow and turned his head toward me---just in time for my cum to shoot past his face and splatter all over my neck, chest and stomach. Is there an inexhaustible supply of this stuff?

â......When did you start doing this? Give me the whole story.â......

In panic, I reached down and encircled his little two-inch dick with my thumb and forefinger. I started jacking for all I was worth. The swift move shut him up, and he lay back, whimpering. Suddenly, Steve took in a sharp breath, went momentarily rigid and started writhing. There was a low, guttural sound that I only ever heard one person make.

There was no spurting, just kind of an overflowing from Steveâ......s cock. When I finally let go, he stared at the ceiling, eyes glazed and breathing labored. I quickly rolled away, pulled up the covers and fell into the deepest, most blissful sleep of my life.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]