Not Yet But Now 2

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 2 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

As might be expected, the intense pleasure I felt when masturbated to sticky orgasm by my mother was an experience I was keen to repeat. But on waking the following morning with my stiff young penis jutting from my groin, I found that Mum had already risen and was busy getting breakfast ready in the kitchen.

I had the sense to put on my pyjamas as I went down, and barely drew a glance from Alice as I passed her in the passage. In the kitchen, Mum looked up and smiled.

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep alright?”

“Yes,” I answered a little diffidently, glancing down to try to invite her gaze to the morning erection now poking at the fabric of my pyjama pants.

“We’ll talk about that after breakfast,” she continued, warmly but firm. “Go and get ready for school.”

I went and washed my face, ran a wet comb through my hair, pissed away my hardness noisily into the toilet bowl and did as asked. During the cereal and toast we never talked much anyway, but after Alice went out the front door to catch her bus the silence was noticeable. Mum looked at me across the table, and adjusted her dressing gown more completely across her bust.

“Rabbit,” she began, “there are a couple of things I need to say about last night.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“First, you probably realise that when you had the climax last night and your semen came out it’s a sign that you’re becoming a man. And for that, darling, I’m so happy for you.”

“Aww, yes, um…”

“And that feeling is really important, and it can give you a lot of pleasure during your life.”

I’d kinda figured that already.

“It’s something special that you can share with people you truly love – your sexuality I mean.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And there’s something else: it’s very, very private. That’s really important. It’s not something to boast about to your friends, or even to talk about with them. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I suppose so.”

“’Cos when you are really, really close to a girl or a womanm, and if you have sex with her, she doesn’t want other people to hear about it: they only want you to know. Because they are sharing something private about themselves with you when they’re doing that.”

I suppose I understood. I already had the feeling that what had happened last night was not something to discuss in the playground, that it was private to me, but at least on some level I took in the notion that it was also private to the other person too.

“So last night is private to us. It’s our secret.”

She expected me to say something, but all I could manage was, “Okay.”

“Well then, darling, give me a hug, and then off to school.”

She enveloped me in her warm embrace and perhaps it lingered a little longer than usual as I snuggled my head into her breasts and held her around the waist before we kissed on the lips and I turned to collect my bag and go.

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At bedtime that evening I padded up the passage to mum’s room again. She wasn’t yet in bed, but was sitting at her dressing table in a pair of lacy panties, her breasts swinging free, brushing her long hair. She looked up as I entered.

“Mummy?” I began, somewhat querulously, my young cock already very hard and poking straight up against my tummy.

“Oh, Rabbit,” she replied in a resigned tone, putting down her brush. “Well, alright, but just this once more.”

I eagerly shucked off my pyjamas and approached her, my erection pulsing in anticipation, my eyes shining. She turned to face me, sitting astride her stool.

“Darling, I really think you can do this for yourself,” she continued, reaching out and lightly taking hold of my cock, drawing me closer to her. Clear sticky goo seeped from my pee-hole, and mum gently rubbed it around my cockhead with her thumb.

“But I’m not sure how,” I protested feebly. Though it was true that I’d not yet milked my own penis, I didn’t really believe that I could not.

“Well, here, put your hand over mine, yes, like that,” she reassured me, starting to gently stroke my youthful length. Little darts of pleasure shot through my crotch and I leant against Mum’s fleshy breasts.

“Oh, Mum, that’s good…”

“Is it exciting you?”

“Oh, yes…”

“Now if I take my hand away, do you think you can keep going by yourself?”

“Mmm, y-e-e-s,” I responded, a bit reluctantly.

“Would you like something to make it more slippery?”

“Please…”

Mum let go of my shaft and, leaning round, reached for the bottle of lotion standing behind her. Unscrewing the cap, she poured some into my outstretched palm. “Now you can show me, darling – let me watch while you stroke yourself.”

As I eagerly rubbed my hot young cock, she reached underneath and gently cupped my balls.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she cooed, “Let the pleasure build – does it feel good?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Do you like me playing with your balls like this, or would you rather I stopped?”

“Oh no – keep going,” I panted.

“You like Mummy playing with your balls while you masturbate?”

“Yes, Mummy, yes.”

“Do you like showing me your stiff penis? Like me to watch you stroke yourself?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Are you going to give yourself a lovely orgasm, darling?”

“Oh, Mummy …”

“With lots of milky cum coming out? Would you like me to watch you squirting out all your semen?”

“Mummy!”

I buried my head in her fragrant shoulder and rubbed feverishly at my erection. My boyish juice began squirting before the climax hit me, spurting up over her bare tummy and hitting the underside of her breast, again and again as my orgasm took hold, ripping through my crotch and out of my proud young cock, spraying her with sticky pubescent cum.

“Ah, rivers of sperm,” she murmured laughingly, embracing me and kissing me on the mouth, her lips wet, warm and full, her tongue pressing against mine.

We held each other for what seemed the longest and most blissful time, my head on her shoulder as I recovered, tickley traces of semen transferring themselves from her body to mine and running down my chest and belly, before she gently extricated herself.

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6 thoughts on “Not Yet But Now 2

  1. @PJ: I have a 3rd chapter in my sweaty palms awaiting formatting and uploading – hopefully I’ll have it up by the end of the weekend or so.

  2. Delicious. Now mummy needs to play with her baby’s tender little bottom in the bathtub and make him squirt with her fingers.

    @DirtyMindedMom: Who is the artist of the painting at the top of the page? Reminds me vaguely of Ramon Kelley.

  3. Oh so delicious…my mind is too filled with hormones to say anything coherent right now!

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