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Gentle Arousal

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: GentleBreeze Posted on: 10 Jul 2003 1 comments
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Dad left Saturday (see Gentle Awakening).On Sunday, after church, we went to my uncle's house for barbecue and swimming. He had a built-in pool, and me and my cousins had a lot of fun. We didn't get home until after nine.The changes began to happen Monday, at school. It started with Dorothy Sendak, in English. She was a little late, and we all turned to look at her when she came in. She was wearing a tight sweater, and Ohhhh how great she looked. It was like the sweater was shrink-wrapped around her breasts. Looking at her gave me an instant erection.I saw her again, in the hall, later, but didn't speak to her. Instead, I turned to the bulletin board so she wouldn't see my pants sticking out. It seemed like I had an erection all day. I'd never been like that before. It made me uncomfortable, but it also excited me. I wanted to stroke it. I wanted that surge of excitement. I wanted the feeling, but didn't want anyone to know what I was doing.After my last class, I went by the physics lab and asked Miss Weston if she needed any help. She was working on something at the big lab table, and didn't look up. She just asked me to erase the board and then wash the beakers and put them away. After erasing the board, I gathered the beakers and took them to the sink built into the lab table. Miss Weston was on the other side of the table.As I worked, she took a small hand magnifier and leaned over to examine what she was working on. When she did, her blouse fell away from her body, and I had a clear view of her breast. I could see all the way to the nipple. I stared and my dick shot out so my pants rubbed the side of the table. The beaker in my hand slipped and I nearly dropped it, but she didn't seem to notice. After a moment or two, she straightened up, put the magnifing glass away and wrote some notes.I kept on washing and drying, the same beaker, I think, until my heart slowed down. When I finished, I put everything away and cleaned the sink. I asked if there was anything else and Miss Weston said, "No, Robert. That's enough for today. Thank you for your help. Can you come tomorrow? We're dissecting and there'll be a lot of cleaning.". She gave me a wonderful smile, and I said, "Sure".In the bus, I found a seat by myself. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to remember my incredible view of Miss Weston's tit. In an instant, I was hard again and put my books in my lap so no one would notice. I thought how great those tits would look in Mom's beautiful brassiere. I thought about the panties Mom bought for me and how soft they felt. I wondered if Dorothy would ever let me touch her gorgeous body. I checked to be sure no-one was watching and reached under my books to straighten my prick so it wasn't all twisted. I thought about my soft things and couldn't wait to get home to touch them. I wondered if Mom was home and hoped she wasn't because I couldn't wait to get in that drawer. Then I hoped she was home, because I wanted her to watch me. I wanted to put my arms around her and tell her she was the best Mom in the whole world. I thought about her breasts and remembered what they tasted like when I was little. I wished I could taste them again.When the bus dropped me off, I started into the house and saw Mom hanging the wash. In the house, looking out the window, I could see her hanging clothes. She had already hung my panties. The thought of Mom washing my panties got me all excited. I opened my pants and stroked my cock. Then I ran to my room and dropped my pants. My cock sprang free and I sat on the bed, wrapping my hand around the head, rocking it and stroking it like Mom did. I felt the skin pull back over the head, then cover it, and uncover it, quicker and quicker, my mind a blur of Dorothy's body and Miss Weston's tit, and Mommy's brassiere, and my soft panties, and the wonderful feeling in my cock and the stuff coming out of it and my hand sliding up and down and up and down and feeling the pumping on the underside and the spurting as that wonderful juice shot all over my hand and my arm.