Taking Thomas - Sex Stories

Taking Thomas

... last one to the TV room is a penis pump. We laughed hysterically, while images of Thomas’ fledgling cock danced in my head. As we raced down the hall and stairway, I peered back to see him gawking and my legs and ass. My tummy fluttered and I knew he was mine. He plopped down on the couch next to me and I sat on the love seat with the Ottoman pulled up to it. I made sure to make gentle deliberate moves to lure his attention to curvature of my breasts as I moved about the room. As I made a fruit bowl for myself, I noticed how intently Thomas stared at my tits and lengthy legs. I made sure to bend over while pretending to dig in the fridge for something else. I made my way back to the living room and sat my bowl of fruit on the side table. I decided to turn up the heat on young Thomas. I wanted some kind of reaction – anything. I decided to get a little more relaxed. I brazenly slipped my denim shorts off. Pretending to struggle and whimper as they gradually came off my legs. Making sure to twist and turn over allowing Thomas full few of my taut bottom. I definitely got a reaction. Thomas swallowed hard and his eyes widened. My thong was white, sheer and the strings minuscule. My shirt had crept up some exposing my navel and smooth tummy. I sunk into the love seat with my fruit bowl. For the next several minutes Thomas didn’t move, he just stared at me. The intensity of his gaze made me wonder what he was thinking. I begged the question what was next? Then he began to squirm ...

... in his seat. I only dreamed that it was because he had an erection for me. How I yearned to see his young hard cock. With my attention concentrated on Thomas, I inadvertently fumbled and spilt fruit and juice all over my shirt and tummy. “SHIT!” I shouted. I shot up from the seat and ran to the kitchen to try to clean up the mess on the love seat. My tits sprung eagerly as I ran back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. Attempting to clean the mess I made, I knelt down on my knees with my semi-bare ass aimed directly at Thomas as I scrubbed up the mess. I tossed the cleaning cloth and bowl into the sink. When I finished with the muddle fruit I had made, I stood in the kitchen looking into an empty living room. Thomas was gone. My head was reeling I was so mad. After all of that, he ran off like a scarred rabbit. “What the fuck is with this kid?” I thought to myself. ___ I stomped off searching the house for Thomas. I lastly went upstairs towards his room. The door to his room was marginally shut. There was an uncanny silence about the hallway as I sauntered ever closer towards his room. Once I got to the doorway I could peer into the room via the crack in the door. Thomas was stark-naked sitting on the edge of his bed. He held a photo of my mother, his new stepmom, and me in one hand as he jerked off to it. Apparently, I had a greater affect on him than I thought. His body was lean and hairless with a slight muscular build. His cock was engorged and was whopping with ...