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Title: Waiting for the ferry
Author: AuthorWithHardon
Summary: Man meets mother with a beautiful sexy son
Keywords: Mb slow cons cum pedophilia ped pedo mast preteen yng gay MM BL boylove boy
First published: June 2014
About the Author
This is my first attempt to write erotic stories, so feed back will be much appreciated, but please be gentle with me.
My stories will usually be about love/sex between adult males and preteen boys. They will usually be slow, romantic
and consensual, because that's the way I like it.
This my first story will however be slightly less slow and romantic than I usually prefer myself.
The idea was born from an actual experience in my life, but it's still 98% fantasy. I hope someone out there will enjoy it.
Chapter 1
It was a hot day, and I was early for the ferry. Many others were early too. There were maybe 60 cars waiting in the 2
lanes. A few people waited right outside their cars, smoking a cigarette. There was a statue or monument of kind,
based on a big slab of stone, big enough to sit on. A young boy and his mother sat there. A few were strolling near the
dock. But most were inside their cars listening to music and enjoying their air condition.
I wanted to stretch my legs a bit after the long ride. I was on my way home after a week at a convention. Pretty
boring stuff and a pretty boring week altogether.
As I walked around, I naturally gravitated towards the little boy. I tend to do that.
The boy looked slim and cute, but I was too far away yet to see him properly. As I got closer I could see that his
mother was rather young and a very pretty girl. She was probably around 25-30 years old, and her son I would guess was
around 5. They were playing a simple card game, and had water bottles and a few snacks with them.
The boy was very pretty. Slim with blond hair and blue eyes. He looked to be very soft and have the smoothest skin. He wore only wide legged blue nylon shorts, white socks and white tennis shoes, so I could admire his well formed smooth bare chest, bare arms and arm pit when he moved his arm forward.
He was obscenely sexy. For me at least. I felt almost embarrassed to look at him, as if I was watching porn in public. He was sitting with his legs crossed, and the thin nylon shorts folded around his cute little legs, in such a way that they allowed me to get a peek up his right thigh, and I though I could just make out the edge of a tiny ball, before I felt I had to walk on.
I pretended to study the monument and read the inscriptions on plate, but even though I looked at the words, they just didn't seem to sink in. The boys was too distracting. Instead I returned to the couple and watched their game for a bit, smiling friendly at the boys mother, straining my brain for something interesting and witty to say. Instead I said "It's a hot day, eh?"
Duh - Talk about stating the obvious.
She smiled and replied "Yes, but it's still nice".
I looked at the boy again, and lowered my head a little to get a better peek... This time I was sure that I could see the edge of one of his little balls.
Then I looked back at his mother who were smiling at me. I got very embarrassed, and thought that maybe she had caught me glaring up his shorts, so I stammered "You have a very beautiful son. You must be very proud of him", before I could bite my tongue.
That didn't exactly make the situation better, if she had noticed my perving. I'm so lame when I'm around sexy little boys.
But to my relief she replied "Yes, he makes me so proud, and I love him very much". Then she reached out to his thigh nearest me, and patted it. She kept her hand on his leg, while she said, that if he wanted to play again, it was his turn to shuffle the cards.
He agreed, gathered them and started the shuffling, while she gently rubbed his smooth white thigh up and down, from his knee to the hem of his shorts. I was mesmerized, and wished it was my hand rubbing his smooth milky white thigh. I couldn't take my eyes off it.
When she pulled her hand away from his thigh, it caught the hem of his shorts and pulled them upwards, so the whole leg of the shorts was wide open for me to look into, and when she got her hand out of the fabric, it was pulled to the side and it fell down settling to leave a completely unobstructed view to his crotch.
I stared. I could see all of his package, except the part of his sack, furthest away from me. And of course I could also see his very nice and warm looking penis, folded neatly downwards into his little ball sack. It was beautiful. Perfectly shaped and with a good portion of foreskin on the end of it. It had the most delicate thin blue veins running up and down and sideways, in mesmerizing patterns. I think I might have been drooling, as I imagined taking in into my mouth and gently suck on it.
"Boy's that age are simply so beautiful, don't you think?" his mother asked. I suddenly realized that I was staring straight at her sons dick with my mouth open, and jerked my eyes away to look at her.
What had she just asked me? She surely must have seen me stare at his privates. There was no way she could have missed that. What a weird remark to make, when a strange man is staring at your sons penis. Unless...
I smiled at her and said "Yes, they are. And your son is one of the most beautiful ones I've ever seen. It seems every part of him is just perfect", hinting at his visible genitals.
She laughed and replied "Yes, he gets even more beautiful in certain situations".
Chapter 2
After that remark, I no longer had any doubts. She wanted me to admire her son, and didn't mind at all that I was staring at his dick. In fact come to think of it, she probably exposed it on purpose.
With this new information in mind, I got bolder, put my hand on his thigh like she had done, and felt his skin, while I stroked his leg, and smiled at him. He looked up at me briefly and smiled back. He didn't seem to mind my hand on his thigh, but on the other hand, he seemed oblivious to the sexual tension me and his mother basked in.
He turned his attention back to the card game, and I looked at his mother, wondering what this all was and where it was going. I was pretty sure the boy was sexually inexperienced, but with his mother acting the way she had, that seemed unlikely.
She must have read my thought, because she said in a gentle voice: "They are so beautiful and innocent". She put emphasis on the last word, indicating that I had read the boy right. He was unashamed about his body, but had no idea what sex was.
I rubbed my hand some more, on his smooth silky white thigh, while staring at his still exposed perfect little dick.
Absolutely no sign of it coming to live. Unlike my own raging hard on, which I adjusted with my other hand. I couldn't help giving it a little squeeze too, while glaring at his beauty.
"You really seem to like him. There's no adult males in his life, so if you want, you're welcome to sit together with us here and on the ferry too" she said, while looking at my hand squeezing my very hard cock.
I looked around to make sure no one else was nearby, and after confirming that we were alone, I looked her in the eyes, then we both looked down on my cock, and as I turned my eyes back to the boys wonderful little wiener, I started rubbing my cock slowly and obvious through my pants as I replied "I would love to. I will buy the diner for the 3 of us, and enjoy your company. Maybe your son will also enjoy being with a man, if he's not used to that?". I made it a question for him, while I squeezed his thigh a little, to make him aware that I was asking him. He looked up at me and just nodded, his pretty head. His eyes were amazing, and the brief second we looked into each others eyes, lingered on for a much longer time, filling me with warmth desire to protect him and make the little boy happy, and... Lust.
I wanted him more than anything in the world. Wanted to hold him and kiss him.
His mother said, that it sounded like a great idea. I was so excited that I was going to spend the next 3 hours in the presence of this amazing little boy.
It was still a bit of a puzzle for me. Did she want me to do something with his son? Or was I only supposed to admire him. I had to ask her at some point, but for now we all seemed content with the current situation. I had a great view of his little very soft and pretty dick and most of his balls. His little frame with his bare chest and tummy were also incredibly sexy. But the most beautiful thing about him was his face. He simply looked like a little angel. Yet I stared the most of the time at his dick.
I still rubbed my own throbbing cock occasionally.
Choosing my words carefully, to avoid any dirty words in front of the boy, I said "I really need to get off". She said
"Yes, I can tell", with a big smile.
"But... How should I... Where..." I asked as my voice trailed off.
"Just go ahead" she said. It's hot. You can clean up at the ferry.
I looked around again, to make sure it was still safe. The boy seems oblivious to our conversion. He wasn't listening and he probably didn't understand what we were talking about anyway. Then I put my hand back on my cock and squeezed it.
She leaned over to me and whispered... "Hold on a sec"
"Timmy honey" she said... "Look at your shorts. I'm afraid you got a little sun burn on your wee wee. We need to put some sun lotion on it. Just a little bit"
Timmy looked up a bit confused. "But the sun doesn't shine on it? Look" he said and pointed to his crotch.
"I know honey, but you're not wearing underwear and sometimes it sticks out, so just to be safe. Do you mind?"
Timmy answered "No, I just don't like getting my hands all greasy when we're playing cards"
"That's ok honey I'll do it. Or maybe our new friend here can do it quickly, so I don't grease up the cards either.
Would that be ok, Timmy?"
Timmy looked slighty surprised but then shrugged and didn't really seem to care. His mother reached into her purse, pulled out a small bottle of lotion and handed it to me, as she asked "Would you mind?".
I really wouldn't mind at all.
I put a few drops of the lotion on my fingers of my left hand. Then I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started squeezing it, while I reached up through his little shorts, and started rubbing his little dick, making it slick and greasy.
His mother was smiling at me and staring, and I noticed that she was stroking her crotch too, and began to breathe faster. I almost laughed... What a fucked up pervert couple we were.
I rubbed faster and harder on both our dicks. Getting closer. Then I rubbed his little sack a bit, and slipped my greasy finger below him. He still didn't seem to pay attention to what I was doing, and just leaned back a little and spread his legs wider to give me better access. Though it helped, I still couldn't get to his little hole from this position, so I returned my attention to his pretty little dick, and started rubbing it and squeezing it more tightly, hoping to make him hard. Nothing happened at first, but then ever so slowly I felt it starting to respond and getting thicker. And for the first time, he seemed to focus more on my fondling than on the cards. He looked down at his little dick, as it now quickly began to grow.
He started to feel something. He looked questioningly up at his mother, who just smiled at him and nodded her consent.. He still didn't seem to mind, but rather seemed to wonder what was going on, and what this new sensation was.
Now his dick really started to thicken quickly, and within just 10 seconds he was fully erect, and now stared intensely at my stroking. I had wrapped my fingers around his dick, and was jerking him up and down, when I felt my own point of no return.
I looked into his eyes, then back at his beautiful hard dick, stroked it hard and fast, felt it become even harder. Much harder than my own. And then I came in my pants. As I spurted my cum, I kept squeezing it enjoying the overwhelming sensation, staring at the almost impossibly hard little dick in my other hand, and hardly noticing his mothers moaning.
As the spasms subsided in my cock, I let go of it. I ignored the mess in my pants, and I praised little Timmy for being such a good boy, who could sit so still while I had given him sunscreen on.
I gave his rock hard dick a final squeeze and rub, before I pushed it back into his shorts, adjusting the cloth so it was no longer visible. Then I leaned over and gave Timmy light kiss on the cheek, praising him some more, for being such a good boy and so much fun to hang out with. He beamed with pride, adjusted his little hard on and sent me and his mother a big smile, obviously very pleased with himself. I was very pleased with him too. And generally I was just very pleased.
Chapter 3
On board we found a table, ordered our food and sat down. I had managed to clean up my pants somewhat. There were wet spots but it was just water now and it was quickly drying.
Next to us where a play area for kids. I showed Timmy the slide and the plastic ball bath area. He seemed shy and reluctant, but I could tell he was also curious. Eventually I offered to go with him, and he agreed. Once inside, he clung to my arm, while we looked at the various toys. I asked him if he liked to fly, but he shook his head.
I wasn't sure if he was shy, scared, worried or just wanted to be near me. I picked him up, and hugged him, then I carried him around as we looked at the playing kids. Some of them were wrestling or throwing the small plastic balls at each other. I could tell that it made him nervous, so we moved away from them, to a more quiet place. I carefully tossed him a couple of inches up in the air, without ever letting go of his warm soft body, and then I hugged him tight. He squealed. First a bit scared, but he also giggled and wanted another go.
After some more tossing he seemed bolder and more confident and I gently dropped him in the sea of colored plastic balls, and watched him move around. He was having a great time now. After a few minutes I called him over, picked him up and carried him to the slide and let him try it.
He liked that as well, and was now running around almost like the other kids. Except when some of the wilder kids got too close. Then he got very nervous, checked where I was, and moved away from them before he resumed his own fun. I told him that I was gonna go talk with his mother, and pointed to where she sat waving to us.
First he didn't want me to leave, but he didn't want to stop playing either, so he ended up accepting the situation. At first his eyes nearly never left us, but as the minutes passed, he paid less and less attention to us, and I finally had some time to talk with his mother.
I sat down, sighed and said "What an absolutely fantastic boy you have".
She smiled and said "You are fantastic with him too. I've never seen him play like that, trying out things and being so carefree all of his own. He's usually so nervous and afraid of everything. Thank you."
I thought to myself, that one of the very few good things about being a pedophile is our enhanced ability to sense and understand childrens feelings. Sometimes it came in handy.
Then I asked the question that had been burning in mind from the first few minutes after we had met: "So, what the story here? Does your son turn you on?"
She looked at me with a horrified look on her face and replied "What? Heck no! You think I'm a freaking pedophile???"
Her smile faded and a very serious look crept onto her face. "I'm afraid it's much worse than that" she said. "I'm kinda... You know... " she didn't finish the sentence.
I thought I knew what she couldn't even say, so I attempted to finish her sentence for her "You're kinda turned on, by men being turned on by your beautiful sexy little son?"
Again she looked horrified, but this time she just nodded. And added "very very much so".
We sat in silence for a while. Then I said "well, you certainly found a man who is indeed very turned on by your son. He is just amazing. But what do you want? You want me to fuck him? I don't think that would be a good idea. So, what's your plan?"
She shook her head "I... No, I don't want you to fuck him. I love him. He's my son. But... I don't know. I don't want him hurt, but I...". Then she started to sob.
I understood her. I really didn't want to hurt any one either. But I was still very much attracted to the thought of having all kinds of wild sex with sexy young boys. She was as torn as me. Probably even more.
I shared my own thoughts and concerns about my sexuality, and we discussed the moral aspects of both our individual sexualities, before we returned to the concrete situation at hand. I gathered up my courage and asked her "Do you want me to come visit you? You want me to be a part of your lives? I'm already half way in love with your very sweet son, and I really like you a lot too. But it has to be your decision, and I would like to know what to expect, if we are to start seeing each other".
She smiled and said that she was very happy to have someone understanding to discuss her situation with, and she should love to have me visit them. But we should make each a promise NEVER to harm her son. No matter how horny we got.
I wholeheartedly agreed to that, so we shook hands and sat quietly and looked at her son, sliding down the slide for the umpteenth time.
She wanted some coffee and I wanted a beer. She insisted on paying, and popped her head into the play areas, and informed Timmy that she just needed to buy some stuff, and that I would still be sitting at out table looking after him. "Ok mum" he said and rushed off for another go, as she left.
Chapter 4
As soon as she was away, the bizarre reality of the whole situation hit me. It was surreal. Yet it was real too. My head felt dizzy and my cock felt very hard again. I hadn't noticed it starting to grow, but suddenly I was very aware of its complete hardness. The thought of what was going to happen were mind blowing, and the little package of divine boy playing a few meters away on the other side of the glass wall, was so sexy that I almost couldn't stand it.
I took my eyes off Timmy, grabbed my phone and checked my calendar to see when I would be able to visit them. I hoped they would want me to come by very soon. My calendar was pretty full of important appointments. But somehow I could no longer see the importance in any of them. Not a single one couldn't be move or canceled, if I had a chance of being together with Timmy and his mother.
As I browsed through my appointments, Timmy suddenly appeared next to me. "Where's my mother?" he said.
"She went to get some coffee" I replied. "Do you need her for something, Timmy?"
"No" he just said.
I figured that he was finally tired of playing alone, and I was happy to pay him some attention. I flicked through some pages on my phone, and found some small games I always had installed to pass time.
I picked the simplest game for him, and started to show him how to play. I had hardly opened my mouth, before he had climbed into my lap, and we both looked at the phone, while I explained the simple game and it's controls to him.
He quickly caught the idea, and was soon happily playing in my lap. My cock was of course rock hard again. He wasn't sitting on it or in any other way touching it. But I couldn't help letting my hand grace it when I moved my hand to point at the phone, helping him with his game. I rested my hand on his thigh and gently rubbed my thumb up and down, just below the hem of his shorts.
That seemed to sparkle a memory of good feelings in him, because he got a huge smile on his face and giggled while he said "I don't need any more sun screen now. But it feels nice". Then he was absorbed in his game again.
I might be a sick pervert, but the only way I was able to interpret that message, was as a green light to touch him again.
I looked around. There was no one behind us, as we sat with our backs to a wall, and no one seemed to sit facing us. Then I turned and moved my chair bit, so we got closer to the table, and it obstructed the view of our lower bodies. Feeling bolder now, I resumed stroking my thumb up and down below the hem of his shorts. I moved my hand up a few inches and was now caressing the very soft skin on his inner thigh all the way up to his little ball sack. He spread his leg a little, giving me better access, and if I had any doubts before about what he wanted, I didn't any longer.
I moved my hand another inch, and wrapped my fingers around his soft little penis. He giggled a little but continued to play his game. I tightened my grip and slowly stroked up and down the short length of his little penis. He responded quickly this time, and I could feel the wonderful warm little worm fattening between my fingers. I whispered in his ear "Mmm.... Your dick feels so wonderful and warm". He just giggled softly, clearly enjoying himself. I continued my slow strokes with a firm grip, and made him fully erect very quickly. He was apparently still fully focused on his game on my phone, but he played a lot worse now, so he was probably just pretending.
I loosened my grip and held it as lightly as possible while I increased the stroking pace. I wanted to give him his first orgasm. But then I remembered his mother. She probably wanted to be here for that, so I slowed down my pace taking my time, just trying to make him feel good, while I cooed and praised him directly into his ear. When I stuck my tongue in his ear, he giggled again and moved his head away to the side, but after a few seconds he leaned his head back into mine, and didn't pull it away, when I resumed kissing and licking his lovely ear and the side of his lovely thin neck. I have always loved the smooth delicate thin skin on little cute boys necks, and licking it felt so nice. I was sure we were going to have some great times together.
When his mother returned she smiled at us, and sat down in a chair not opposite us, but beside us, blocking the view even further, and allowing me to be bolder. She asked Timmy if he had a good time. He just smiled and nodded his head.
I moved the fabric of his cute blue nylon shorts as far to the side as I could, exposing everything he had to his mother, and then I resumed stroking his little boner. It was very thin but quite long. It felt incredibly hot when I stroked it. I moved my head to the other side of Timmy's pretty head so his mother could watch, as I stuck out my tongue and started kissing and licking his ear and neck, while I stroked his dick harder and faster. The effect was immediate. On all 3 of us. I could tell that Timmy was about to have his very first orgasm very soon, if I continued. I lusted for him more than ever. I wanted to please him, make him feel good. I wanted him to love me. And I wanted to put my big throbbing cock in his little cute mouth and shoot my load. His mother was almost out of breath from watching us, and whispered with a trembling voice "Can you come home with us home tonight?"
I already knew I could cancel anything in my calendar, so I answered right away 'Oh yes. I sure can come'.
And with those words in his wet little pretty ear, Timmy came for the first time in his young life.
I felt his body tense just a little bit, and then I felt his wonderful little dick starting to spasms. I held it tight and slowly stroked it, counting the contractions while I whispered into his ear what a wonderful sweet and good little boy he was. I licked his neck a little and whispered some more sweet soothing words into his ear, while I slowly played with his little boner. He was so angelic, and seemed far away lost in his own senses for another minute or so.
When I could tell he was back in our reality, I pulled his shorts back in place, praised him again for being such a wonderful obedient little boy, who was able to sit completely still while I taught him to feel good.
I must admit that I had forgot about his mother, during the last 2 minutes. I had focused all my attention on little Timmy's orgasm, and like Timmy, I too had been in my own little world.
Slightly guilty but also immensely pleased, I turned my head to her, ready to apologize. But as soon as I saw her face, I knew that she had enjoyed the show as much as we had, and that she had been away in her own little orgasmic world too. He cheeks were all red and flustered, and she had a pleased smile on her face.
Then she whispered "He came didn't he? When we get home, I'll make sure that Timmy does his best to please you. You really deserve it. That was incredible!".
Was I really gonna get a reward for jerking off her son? I wasn't gonna argue.
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