BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS - Sex Stories

BILLY AND HIS MOM - FORBIDDEN FRIDAYS

... How relieved he had been to finally be able to turn away from her, lest she awaken and see his hard-on. How funny that seemed now. Billy had to stop stroking his hard cock for a moment as he laid in his bed naked remembering how it had all begun. If he kept stroking it he would cum, and he didn't want to do that now. Billy hadn't even known what cumming was before things started happening with Mom. But he knew all about it now, and he liked cumming more than anything, just as any young boy does after discovering how the rush of ecstasy that he felt when his dick spurted its sticky white cream . He had been jacking off a lot lately, at least once every day, sometimes looking at the pictures in the porn magazines his father had left behind in the bottom in his bottom drawer, but just as often simply laying in bed thinking of his Mom and the things she had done to him. But he didn't want to jack off now. Better to save it for later when she would have her way with him and cumming would feel so much nicer than it did when he did it by himself. Most boys his age had their first orgasm doing it that way, but for Billy it had been altogether different Billy's first orgasm had come the week after the first time his mother spent the night in his bed. The situation had been much the same as the before, with her coming home and joining him in bed and apparently falling asl**p beside him. Except she hadn't been asl**p at all, or at least that's what Billy figured now. Well ... maybe she ...

... had been asl**p at first and dreaming she was with someone else when she slid her hand down between his legs to find his hard cock. But if she was sl**ping then, she probably wasn't when she gave his testicles a gentle squeeze and whispered in his ear, because the name she whispered was his, not anyone else's. And she certainly wasn't asl**p when she abruptly stopped what she was doing long enough to get out of bed and take off her clothes before quickly sliding back under the covers and snuggling her naked body close to his and reaching down to touch his cock again. Billy had been so uncomfortable when she did that. Having his Mom in bed with him was one thing, but now she was naked and touching him down there where a mother should not be touching her son. Perhaps she had sensed his discomfort, for as she laid beside him gently caressing his manhood she began whispering in his ear. What she was doing was OK she had told him. There was nothing wrong about it because she loved him more than anything else in the world and she wanted to make him feel good. And what she was doing had indeed felt wonderful, so wonderful that he had quickly forgotten how wrong it was. Even now, almost a year later, Billy clearly remembered every moment of it -- how her gentle touch and whispered words of love had caused a cool, tingling sensation to run through his young body, a feeling like nothing he had felt before -- how his young cock had immediately become hard at her touch. Suddenly both of ...