Pedophiles At Last
folder
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,383
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,383
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 7
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 7
After the van took the other Wilsons away, Ginny and Frankie went back inside. "Well, Son, it's going to be just you and me for the next two days and nights."
"Yeah, hehe."
"You nervous?"
"A little bit, Mom."
"Good. Never lose that edge of excitement, Frankie. Don't let sex become routine." She was thinking of her husband.
"What should we do first, Mom?"
"How about taking a shower?"
"Cool!"
Frankie and Ginny embraced under the streaming water, passionately kissing as their soapy hands lathered each other in their most sensitive areas. Ginny closed her eyes as Frankie moved his mouth off her lips down to her tits. He bent his knees and on tiptoe sat on his haunches, his mouth now pressed into her pussy as he ran his fingers through the length of her ass crack. She took his shoulders and urged him to stand as she knelt and began to give him a blow job, running her fingers through his new scrotum hairs. She got him rock hard but knew when to stop.
They got out of the shower, toweled off quickly and headed to her bed. The bed where Mother and Son would spend the majority of the next sixty hours. She had Frankie lie down first face up. Then she crouched between his knees and renewed the oral assault. Frankie put his arms behind his head and watched her. When he was ready, she looked across his chest with its few stray hairs, and at his armpits now nicely hirsute. She smiled at her young lover. She got up, put her gentle hand on his fuzzy abs, told him to just lie there and let the wisdom of experience take control. She then straddled him, spread her labia, and came down on his cock. "Oh, yes, yes. Oh, Shit! Frankie, my Darling. Oh, yes!!"
Frankie's eyes were wide open as he watched his mother bounce up and down on his cock, and felt the skin on his shaft pushed back repeatedly. He had never before felt so energized, so alive. His cock started spouting its new mancream into his mother's vagina. He started to giggle, but tried to repress it since it didn't sound like the man he was determined to be. After a half dozen explosive shots, his dick quit for a while and came out to rest.
"Shit, Mom. I never knew people did it that way!"
"Frankie, Sweetie, there are lots of different positions for sex." She thought about Frank. For years, they had been doing it mish style. Same old, same old. "And we have time to try them all, hehe."
She moved off her son, who sidled over to his father's pillow. She lay beside him, nestled his adolescent head in her arm, gently brushing his pimpled face with the back of her hand. Frankie had one arm under her waist, and she somehow felt nostalgic.
"Frankie, I was so fuckin happy when you were born. You were so tiny. You were small enough to come through here." She guided her son's free hand back to her cunt. "You were such a beautiful baby. The handsomest boy in the whole world. You made me so fuckin happy. And then you started to nurse. I loved feeling your tiny mouth suckling my tits." Frankie started to suck her breasts again. "As you grew older, you began to crawl and sit and laugh and say, 'Maba'--that's how you used to say it, hehe. And I was still so fuckin happy, Son. Then you could walk and explore and learn. At times you were so damn serious. Hehe, you still are sometimes. You were such a caring boy, Frankie. When you were in bed with us and Daddy and me wanted to have sex, you used to help make his cock hard. Do you remember that?" Frankie kept sucking Ginny's tit, but nodded he did remember. "You even felched his cum out of me." Frankie gave a muffled giggle. "I loved when you did that. You really made me fuckin happy, Frankie! Then when you were five, I held you on my chest when Daddy fucked your ass the first time. You were always a wonderful fuck toy for him. And you were always kind to your 'uncles' and 'aunts' in the network. You made me so proud. You were always a good student in school too. You are a wonderful son, Frankie, and you always made me feel so fuckin wonderful.
"But, today, Frankie, our love has reached a whole new level. Today in this bed I was your lover rather than your mother. Today, Frankie, you are not a boy. You are a man!"
Frankie was aroused again. He rolled over top of Ginny, began french kissing her and positioned his steel rod to fuck her again. He WAS a man now. He WAS her lover now. He was going to do his duty to pleasure her the way she deserved after all she'd done for him.
Two mornings later, Ginny was waking up. Frankie was still dead to the world. Frank and the other boys would be arriving back home that afternoon. Mother and son had spent a lot of time in bed those last two days and two nights. They'd fucked over and over, exploring new positions and new techniques. They'd taken a little time out to have meals, and do other shit. But even then, they kept kissing and caressing each other. Now she gave her sleeping lover a peck on the cheek, and slid out of bed.
As she made her coffee and started breakfast, she began thinking about herself and what she really wanted in sex. Frank's meat was fine for little girls' cunts, she supposed, but it was too old and worn out for her. Sex with her husband had grown dull and lifeless. On the other hand the little boys in the network could be fun at times but as sex partners they were really too young to satisfy her. She loved to play with Mark and Mickey, especially when Mickey fists her, but for true sex, nothing beats a pubescent boy. They make sex always exciting, always new. She decided she had to have a talk with Frank.
About the same time, Frank was sitting at the final breakfast aboard the Pedodam. He too was thinking a lot. Of course, the mood throughout the room was subdued after two full days and nights of nonstop interage orgies. Frank looked across the table and smiled at Margo Boone. She had lost her swimsuit somewhere, so there she sat with her womanly breasts obscenely brushing her breakfast sausage, something Frank did not find appealing. And when she stood to get herself a coffee refill, her hairy cunt was no more attractive to him than her droopy mammaries, nor when she turned were the few hairs protruding between her lumpy buttocks. All around the room Frank saw sweet little nymphs with lovely flat chests, young bald cunts and fresh smooth asses. "Now that's what really turns me on," he told himself. "Not grown women. Not even my spouse. Oh, I love Ginny as my wife, as the woman who gave me three wonderful sons, as the family's nourisher and supporter, but not as a sex object. Not any more." But he vowed to continue giving her sex anyway, as distasteful as he now found it. It would be unfair not to. He truly loved his wife and would do anything for her.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 7
After the van took the other Wilsons away, Ginny and Frankie went back inside. "Well, Son, it's going to be just you and me for the next two days and nights."
"Yeah, hehe."
"You nervous?"
"A little bit, Mom."
"Good. Never lose that edge of excitement, Frankie. Don't let sex become routine." She was thinking of her husband.
"What should we do first, Mom?"
"How about taking a shower?"
"Cool!"
Frankie and Ginny embraced under the streaming water, passionately kissing as their soapy hands lathered each other in their most sensitive areas. Ginny closed her eyes as Frankie moved his mouth off her lips down to her tits. He bent his knees and on tiptoe sat on his haunches, his mouth now pressed into her pussy as he ran his fingers through the length of her ass crack. She took his shoulders and urged him to stand as she knelt and began to give him a blow job, running her fingers through his new scrotum hairs. She got him rock hard but knew when to stop.
They got out of the shower, toweled off quickly and headed to her bed. The bed where Mother and Son would spend the majority of the next sixty hours. She had Frankie lie down first face up. Then she crouched between his knees and renewed the oral assault. Frankie put his arms behind his head and watched her. When he was ready, she looked across his chest with its few stray hairs, and at his armpits now nicely hirsute. She smiled at her young lover. She got up, put her gentle hand on his fuzzy abs, told him to just lie there and let the wisdom of experience take control. She then straddled him, spread her labia, and came down on his cock. "Oh, yes, yes. Oh, Shit! Frankie, my Darling. Oh, yes!!"
Frankie's eyes were wide open as he watched his mother bounce up and down on his cock, and felt the skin on his shaft pushed back repeatedly. He had never before felt so energized, so alive. His cock started spouting its new mancream into his mother's vagina. He started to giggle, but tried to repress it since it didn't sound like the man he was determined to be. After a half dozen explosive shots, his dick quit for a while and came out to rest.
"Shit, Mom. I never knew people did it that way!"
"Frankie, Sweetie, there are lots of different positions for sex." She thought about Frank. For years, they had been doing it mish style. Same old, same old. "And we have time to try them all, hehe."
She moved off her son, who sidled over to his father's pillow. She lay beside him, nestled his adolescent head in her arm, gently brushing his pimpled face with the back of her hand. Frankie had one arm under her waist, and she somehow felt nostalgic.
"Frankie, I was so fuckin happy when you were born. You were so tiny. You were small enough to come through here." She guided her son's free hand back to her cunt. "You were such a beautiful baby. The handsomest boy in the whole world. You made me so fuckin happy. And then you started to nurse. I loved feeling your tiny mouth suckling my tits." Frankie started to suck her breasts again. "As you grew older, you began to crawl and sit and laugh and say, 'Maba'--that's how you used to say it, hehe. And I was still so fuckin happy, Son. Then you could walk and explore and learn. At times you were so damn serious. Hehe, you still are sometimes. You were such a caring boy, Frankie. When you were in bed with us and Daddy and me wanted to have sex, you used to help make his cock hard. Do you remember that?" Frankie kept sucking Ginny's tit, but nodded he did remember. "You even felched his cum out of me." Frankie gave a muffled giggle. "I loved when you did that. You really made me fuckin happy, Frankie! Then when you were five, I held you on my chest when Daddy fucked your ass the first time. You were always a wonderful fuck toy for him. And you were always kind to your 'uncles' and 'aunts' in the network. You made me so proud. You were always a good student in school too. You are a wonderful son, Frankie, and you always made me feel so fuckin wonderful.
"But, today, Frankie, our love has reached a whole new level. Today in this bed I was your lover rather than your mother. Today, Frankie, you are not a boy. You are a man!"
Frankie was aroused again. He rolled over top of Ginny, began french kissing her and positioned his steel rod to fuck her again. He WAS a man now. He WAS her lover now. He was going to do his duty to pleasure her the way she deserved after all she'd done for him.
Two mornings later, Ginny was waking up. Frankie was still dead to the world. Frank and the other boys would be arriving back home that afternoon. Mother and son had spent a lot of time in bed those last two days and two nights. They'd fucked over and over, exploring new positions and new techniques. They'd taken a little time out to have meals, and do other shit. But even then, they kept kissing and caressing each other. Now she gave her sleeping lover a peck on the cheek, and slid out of bed.
As she made her coffee and started breakfast, she began thinking about herself and what she really wanted in sex. Frank's meat was fine for little girls' cunts, she supposed, but it was too old and worn out for her. Sex with her husband had grown dull and lifeless. On the other hand the little boys in the network could be fun at times but as sex partners they were really too young to satisfy her. She loved to play with Mark and Mickey, especially when Mickey fists her, but for true sex, nothing beats a pubescent boy. They make sex always exciting, always new. She decided she had to have a talk with Frank.
About the same time, Frank was sitting at the final breakfast aboard the Pedodam. He too was thinking a lot. Of course, the mood throughout the room was subdued after two full days and nights of nonstop interage orgies. Frank looked across the table and smiled at Margo Boone. She had lost her swimsuit somewhere, so there she sat with her womanly breasts obscenely brushing her breakfast sausage, something Frank did not find appealing. And when she stood to get herself a coffee refill, her hairy cunt was no more attractive to him than her droopy mammaries, nor when she turned were the few hairs protruding between her lumpy buttocks. All around the room Frank saw sweet little nymphs with lovely flat chests, young bald cunts and fresh smooth asses. "Now that's what really turns me on," he told himself. "Not grown women. Not even my spouse. Oh, I love Ginny as my wife, as the woman who gave me three wonderful sons, as the family's nourisher and supporter, but not as a sex object. Not any more." But he vowed to continue giving her sex anyway, as distasteful as he now found it. It would be unfair not to. He truly loved his wife and would do anything for her.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.