http://www.mrdouble.com Author's Note: This is the second part of a story requested by a reader. As I have stated in the past, I will be more than happy to tailor a tale to your individual specs. Just leave me a note. Also, I welcome any comments about this or any other of my works, including Family Fun, Voyeur Son and A Mother's Love. P.S. I'm sorry it took so long to get this out. Let's hear from y'all. Keep pushin' on -Ed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning: This story contains graphic language, incest and under- age sex. If any of these topics offend you, delete this NOW. If they don't offend you, gee, you're as perverted as I am . Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kevin's Story Chapter 4 Kevin woke up the next morning inordinately happy, but as so often happens to the waking mind, he didn't immediately remember why. He felt the sheets rub against his morning hard-on, and then he suddenly recalled the events of the previous night. His already swollen member seemed to get even harder. He hopped out of bed and, with his swaying boner leading him on like a divining rod, went off in search of his mother. Heather, for her part, woke with a feeling of guilt, albeit a small one. But as she showered away the sweat of the previous night, her rationalizations completed themselves, washing away the guilt as well. By the time she had dried off and was getting dressed, she had convinced herself that grabbing hold of her son's dick and masturbating him to orgasm was an integral part of his sex education. She ignored the fact that it had turned her on as well, since it was not germane to the idea of teaching him. In her confusion the previous night, Heather had not closed her bedroom door all the way, and as Kevin approached her room, he could see his mom framed in the crack between the door and the jamb. She was just fastening her bra at that point, and the view was breathtaking. Since he had no idea what he was going to say to her, he decided not to enter, but simply to observe her getting dressed. Already she was in her bra and panties, but, strangely, Kevin was not disappointed not to see her naked. To a 14-year-old, underwear was as good as naked, and when the underwear was as nice as Heather's... He stood transfixed, drinking in the view. Inside her room, Heather bustled about putting on her garter belt and slowly pulling up her white stockings so as not to run them. Kevin stroked his rod as he watched her, and began to really appreciate her taste in lingerie. Finally, as she slipped into her uniform, she caught sight of his shadow in the hall. At first she was irritated, then she simply sighed to herself and let it pass. A little voyeurism never hurt anyone, especially in view of what had already passed between them. But she resolved to speak to him again that evening. When Kevin saw that his Mom was done dressing, he decided not to knock and enter, but rather to return to his own bathroom and jerk off. After that, he went downstairs for breakfast to find that Heather had already left. That evening, Heather returned home to find that Kevin had once again prepared dinner, although this time it was steak and baked potatoes, with a tossed salad. "Kevin!" she squealed in surprise, "how on earth did you manage all this?" Kevin proudly related to her that he had called his aunt long distance to get instructions on the preparation as a surprise for her. "I just wanted to have a special Friday night supper," he said. Heather gratefully sat down to start on her salad, while Kevin clumsily (but adorably, she thought) finished the meal and served it. To her continued surprise, he went to the 'fridge and produced a bottle of wine, which he served her with great ceremony, but served himself only a Pepsi. He smiled engagingly when he sat down opposite her, and they dug in to the meal. When they were almost done, and Kevin was leaning over to refill her glass, Heather realized that he was acting exactly as if they were on a date. The shock of the realization almost made her choke on a mouthful of steak. She saw the danger inherent in such a viewpoint, but at the same time she was touched and flattered. Kevin was acting very courtly, almost like a caricature of a suave movie suitor. She resolved to talk to him after the meal about this and other matters. But Heather had to admit that it was the nicest "date" she'd had in quite awhile. No other man ever cooked for her, or treated her with such respectful affection. It's too bad, really, that Kevin wasn't older, and not her son.... Kevin insisted on doing dishes himself, so Heather carried her wine into the den and sat down on the couch. A few minutes later he appeared, but she noticed he had changed into his pajamas and robe. "Kevin, I'd like to talk to you," she said. "I'd like to talk to you, too," he said, sitting down next to her. "It's about last night, and dinner, and this morning, too." "This morning?" he asked. "Yes, I saw you in the hall." "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't want to bother you, but you looked so nice I couldn't help but watch. I should have asked you, first." "Yes, you should, but that's not the point..." "Would you have let me?" he interrupted. "What?" she asked, confused. "Watch you dress. I mean, you did say we could be honest with one another." "Uh, yes, I guess so..." "Great, I really appreciate this Mom." By now, Heather was thoroughly confused. Perhaps she shouldn't have drunk so much wine. But she couldn't for the life of her figure out what Kevin was driving at. Plus she'd lost the thread of what she was going to say. "Appreciate what?" she asked. "This honesty stuff. I was really confused about sex and stuff, and it really helps that I can talk to someone I trust. I love you, Mom." "Oh, Kevin, I love you, too. I'll always be here for you. You know that." "I know, and last night was really special to me. That's why I made such a nice dinner, to kind of say thanks. It really helped me." "Good." "In fact, I'd like to show you what I've learned. I'm much better at jack-uh, masturbating now. I practiced today. Can I show you, please?" Totally taken aback, extremely confused and feeling a little horny from the wine, Heather barely nodded before Kevin stood in front of her. He pulled his robe back behind his hips. She could already see his hard rod tenting out the front of his pajamas. Kevin unsnapped his pants and let them fall around his ankles. As she did the previous night, Heather gasped slightly. She was amazed that such a large organ could grow from the loins of such a slim body. Kevin kept his left hand on his hip, holding the robe out of the way. He dropped his right hand to his blood-engorged rod. Heather shivered involuntarily as his first stroke brought forth a clear drop of seminal fluid. Her wine-clouded mind retreated to the now familiar rationalizations for her actions, but her body responded honestly: her nipples hardened under her blouse; her respiration increased; her tongue moistened her lips quickly, nervously; she shifted forward in her seat, her knees parting slightly; a slow warmth suffused through her body, accompanied by a wetness in her pussy. Kevin seemed not to notice these subtle changes; his eyes were half closed as he smoothly stroked his rod. His lidded gaze looked half- sleepy with lust, and seemed concentrated on his mother's heaving bosom. Three buttons had come undone on her blouse, and he could see the creamy tops of her breasts and the thinnest line of her bra peaking out of the top. As she shifted forward in her seat, his eyes were drawn to her stockinged legs. He remembered the erotic vision of the morning: his mother slowly pulling up the white stockings. Heather lay back in the chair, her gaze totally focused on that hand pistoning on that rod. Unconsciously, the fingers of her own hand curled as they had the night before to stroke that penis. The tactile memories flooded through her, exciting her even more. She wanted to drop her own hand between her legs, but seemed to lack the will to do anything voluntarily. Mother and Son faced each other, each experiencing physical stimulation, but the mental stimulation far outpaced that. Both were wrapped in memories, she of him the night before, he of her this morning. In his mind's eye, Kevin followed the progress of the stockings she pulled on this morning, over the ankle, up the smooth calf, over the knee. Heather recalled each individual stroke she had applied last night, the feel of the warm flesh beneath her, the bump on her fingers of his glans. Kevin became more excited as his eyes travelled up her leg, seeing the stocking gliding over that creamy thigh. As the stockings in his vision came to their end, his mental gaze travelled up his mother's thigh to the white panties snugly nestling their prize. He felt himself start to cum. Heather recalled tightening her grip, stroking faster, and her own orgasm approached. With a strangled cry, Kevin pitched forward slightly, his left hand supporting him on the back of Heather's chair. He angled his dick down, not wanting to spray cum all over his Mom's face. A huge wad fired down onto the white-stockinged thigh of his fantasy. Kevin's cry almost broke Heather's concentration, but when she felt that hot, gooey cum hit her leg, she arched her back up, threw her head back, and gasped out her orgasm. Spurt after spurt of cum landed on those thighs, each one searing it's way into Heather's orgasm. No man's cum, in her pussy, down her throat, between her breasts, had ever put her over the edge like this before. As Kevin finished coming, he opened his eyes and looked down into his mother's face. Heather was still in the midst of her orgasm, with her head back, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Without thinking, her dropped his mouth to cover hers. His mother kissed him back hungrily. Suddenly, her eyes flew open to stare into his. Startled, Kevin pulled back, grabbed up his pants, and ran from the room. Heather still wasn't quite all the way back. Her surprised glance had not been because her son was kissing her, but because a kiss had in no way figured in that fantasy place where she was reliving last night. With Kevin gone, she still was wrapped in lust. She ran her hands over her thighs, revelling in the sensation of hot, sticky cum giving way to the small rough mesh of fibers of her stockings. She continued to massage the cum into her legs, then she picked up one hand and examined the goo all over her fingers. Dreamily, she examined the way it clung to her fingers. Then she seemed to come to a bit. She got up, went to her room, stripped off her clothes and hopped in the shower. Still partly dazed, she went to sleep. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Kevin's Story Chapter 5 The next day was Saturday. Kevin woke up not knowing what to expect. He was certain his Mom was not happy about what had transpired the night before. Whether or not she would mention troubled him. But even if Heather let it go, Kevin was still consumed with guilt. He padded downstairs, still in the robe and pajamas from the previous night. This time, however, his robe was belted tightly shut. Heather was in the kitchen,also in her robe, humming to herself while fixing breakfast. For her part, Heather was not mad at her son at all. She felt that what had transpired between them so far was simply furthering Kevin's sex education. She was also feeling guilty, however, for enjoying herself so much in the process. She turned around from the stove and started slightly. Kevin had come into the kitchen and sat down without even saying hello. Now he was seated at the table with his head in his hands. "Good morning, Tiger," she said cheerily. "Mmmf, mornin'," he said without raising his head. Heather immediately became concerned. "Are you okay, honey? Are you sick?" "No, I'm fine," he said, and left it at that. Heather shrugged and turned back to the stove. A few minutes later, she shoveled some eggs onto his plate. Without looking up, he took his fork and began eating, still holding his head up with the other hand. Heather was puzzled, but let it be for now. She tried to make conversation a few times, but Kevin's monosyllabic answers rebuffed her attempts. After only a few mouthfuls, Kevin rose, scraped his leftovers into the trash, the dashed upstairs again. Perplexed, Heather finished her own breakfast, and cleaned up. As she washed the few dishes, she wondered if perhaps Kevin was mad at her for what had occurred. Certainly, she hadn't encouraged him last night, but you never know how kids might interpret things. Finishing the countertop, she dried her hands and went up to talk to him. Kevin was in his bedroom, back in bed but still in his robe. The shades were drawn and the room was in deep shadow. Heather came in, pulled his desk chair over alongside the bed and sat on it. "Kevin, honey, what's wrong?" Kevin lay with his head muffled in his arms "Nothing," came the barely audible reply. "Are you worried about what's been happening between us?" There was no answer from the teenager. "Have I done anything wrong, anything to hurt or offend you?" "Oh, God, no!" he groaned. "Then what's wrong? Why won't you talk to me?" "I shouldn't have done that last night. It was terrible of me." "What are you talking about?" she asked. "It was not terrible of you at all. Didn't anything I said to you before get through? It's okay for you to ask me about these things and for me to teach you. If I were upset, believe me you'd know." Kevin lay silent for awhile, digesting this. "Kevin?" she prompted. With his face still in his arms, Kevin gulped, "But you don't do it. Only me. I feel like it's not right if you don't do it." "Do what, Kevin? Do you mean masturbate?" "Yes." Heather had to laugh at that, but was careful to make it a friendly chuckle lest she hurt her son's feelings further. "Oh Kevin, of course I do. Everyone does." Kevin lifted his head, surprised. "You do?!" "Of course, silly. Like I said, everyone does." Kevin seemed to forget his problems with the fascination of this new piece of information. He flipped over and sat up, crossing his legs Indian style. "But, I don't understand. Women don't have, you know, a thing." Heather had trouble concentrating on an answer, because she could see Kevin's prick pushing against his pajama bottoms. It never ceased to amaze her how quickly and with what little stimulation teenage boys got hard. Grown men for that matter. "Prick," she said, half to herself. "Huh?" "Prick, cock, dick, these are all terms for penis, Kevin. You can use them with me. I told you the other night, you can ask me anything. You don't have to call a prick a 'thing'." "Well, what are the terms for your 'thing'?" "Well, vagina is the clinical term, but many people call it a pussy, slit or cunt. But for some reason I don't like the term cunt." "Then I won't use it. But still, how does a woman jack off?" "Well, she can use several methods. She can simply stroke her pussy lips, inserting her fingers or an object in her pussy. Or she can concentrate on her clit and bring herself off with her finger. Some women can cum merely by stimulating their breasts. Most women use a combination of those methods. Do you follow me?" Kevin had been nodding his head slightly at her explanation, as though he understood. But when Heather asked him point blank, he had to truthfully answer "Uh, no." Heather frowned a bit in thought, then said "Are you familiar with female anatomy?" "No." "Hmmm. Kevin, honey, would you like Mom to show you?" "Yeah!" he grinned enthusiastically. Heather frowned again, a bit concerned over his eagerness. But he was young and inexperienced. His curiosity was understandable. Besides, a young man could get himself in trouble trying to discover the mysteries of a woman's body, either by exploring unsafely with someone his own age or as the toy of an older woman. Or merely through voyeurism as he displayed this morning. That could get him in trouble with the law if he got caught. No, it seems that this way was the only course. So Heather stood up, untied the sash of her robe, and let it drop to the floor. Kevin's eyes got wide as saucers as he beheld her nearly naked body. As it happened, Heather was wearing a normal, though lacy, bra and panty set. She reached behind her back, undid the clasp, and let the bra drop to the floor. Kevin gasped as he beheld those magnificent mammaries. Heather simply reached down and peeled off her panties, stepping out of them. There was no coyness in her style, since her aim was not to excite but to educate. Nevertheless, the circumstances were such that both mother and son were getting extremely excited. Somewhat wobbly, Heather sat down on the chair again, facing her son on his bed. "Okay," she said, soft and low, "these are my breasts, obviously." She hefted her pendulous tits toward Kevin. "They are also called tits, boobs and other things. This area is called the areola, and these are the nipples. This area becomes engorged with blood and the nipples become stiff when a woman is excited." Heather noticed her nipples were in exactly that state so she hastily added "...or cold." Next she parted her knees and guided Kevin on a tour of her pussy. "This is the pubic hair, this area is the mons, these lips are called the labia majoris. If I pull them back...like so...you can see the labia minoris and the clitoris, or clit. It is analogous in structure to your penis, although it does not excrete urine or cum. It does become stiff with blood, as does the whole area." Heather had been looking down at herself as she spoke, and now when she raised her head she saw to her consternation that Kevin had pulled out his cock and was softly stroking it. With a bit of prideful detachment she noted that his technique had improved, but most of her mind was beginning to glaze over again with that familiar lust. "Kevin, you're doing that much better, now." "Thanks, Mom. But could you show me, please, how you do it." Although reluctant, Heather could hardly say no, since she had encouraged this learning experience. Besides, it would feel good. So she leaned her head back in her chair, placed her feet well apart on the edge of Kevin's bed, closed her eyes, and dropped one hand to her crotch, one to her breasts. Kevin gasped, and almost came at the erotic sight before him. His mom's long black hair hung mostly off the back of the chair, but a few locks were laying over her shoulders and curling around those huge breasts. Like most boys his age, he was extremely fascinated with those tits. And to see his mom's hand kneading her own titflesh, that same hand that had rubbed his cock, was nearly mind- and cock-blowing. So he gripped his penis hard, almost painfully, and stopped stroking. He directed his attention now tho the fascinating apparatus between his mom's legs. That clit was extremely interesting. As Heather stroked her fingers between her lips, that little nub of flesh had already poked further out. He noticed how every time she touched it, she quivered involuntarily. Still holding onto his cock, he leaned closer for a better look. It took very little for Heather to leave everything behind and start up that hill to the heights of orgasm. Already, during the course of her conversation with Kevin, she had started to drip her love juices into her panties, a highlight she had omitted from her tour. But those slick juices let her fingers fly around the whole area, and pretty soon she felt her first orgasm coming on. She had deliberately not concentrated on her clit, because she didn't want to lose it totally in front of her son. But she desperately wanted to. Fascinated, Kevin leaned closed, scootching his butt between his mother's outstretched legs. Soon he was sitting on the edge of his bed, his legs hanging down and his nose nearly in his mom's pussy The sharp tangy smell of a woman's arousal assailed his nostrils, which flared trying to catch every whiff. Her head still back, her eyes till closed, his mom was beginning to squirm her butt across the chair seat. Unconsciously, Kevin reached one hand forward... Heather began reaching for that orgasm, wanting it to be done quickly so she could return this day to its normal channels. It was going to be perfect, a quick little cum to take the edge off. Later in her own bedroom she could cut loose. But now she was straining, nearly there... just about to... "Yes, I cumming!" she thought, then........ POW!!!!!!! her orgasm jumped up to incredible levels as her son's slender fingers locked onto her clit. Heather's head shot forward, her eyes wide open, to see Kevin between her legs, two fingers pressing against her clit, his pajama pants around his ankles, his huge boy-cock in his hands. The orgasm kept growing in intensity, pant after pant of air coming from her mouth, wide open in a silent scream. Then she caught her breath and moaned "OH, OH, YES! KEVIN DON'T STOP... YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUMMMMMM!" Kevin's fingers danced among hers, bringing his mom to the heights she'd taken him to two nights before. His fingers were becoming slick with her juices. He kept jiggling that clit, his boner throbbing in his hand, but not ready to cum yet as he held it tight. Finally, Heather gaspingly was able to beg him to quit. He immediately stopped and sat back. Afraid that he had hurt or offended her, he backed off uncertainly. Heather lay her head back again and caught her breath. Then she opened her eyes and sat up. She could feel her juices on her thighs as they rubbed together. Aware that Kevin's manner showed uncertainty, she leaned forward, put her hand on his, and whispered "Thank you, that was wonderful." "Was it?" he gulped, "you liked that?" "Oh yes," she said, her voice soft, sexy, husky. "It was very nice. Do you see now how women 'do it'?" Kevin simply nodded. "Okay, since you were so helpful to Mommy, she'd like to pay her baby back. Would you like me to make you cum?" Wordlessly, he nodded again. Heather slipped onto the bed beside her son. "First, take off this top," she said, helping him to unbutton the pajamas. The pants already lay in a heap on the floor. He shrugged the thin cotton material over his shoulders, and was as naked as his mother. "Lie back," she gently instructed him. Kevin obeyed. Heather then leaned up on one elbow, and grasped his velvety hard rod with her right hand. Slowly, softly, she began to stroke her son's penis. As she did, she spoke softly to him. "It was very nice what you did for Mommy, Kevin. You made her feel so good. That's the most important part of sex between two people. Each should be interested in the pleasure of the other. I'm so proud of you for having such a mature view." Kevin heard these words only distantly. So did Heather for that matter, as if someone else were speaking. Both their attentions were focused on that jutting, shuddering cock: he from within, she from above. But she kept up the litany, all the while increasing her pace. "Kevvy, you've been so good to Mommy, taking care of things while she works. I love you without it, but I love you even more for it. I want to teach you so much. I want to make you so happy." Kevin's eyes were slitted nearly shut, unfocused, wandering. Suddenly they locked onto one of Heather's tits dangling close to his face as she leaned over him. It jiggled and swayed in time to the movements of her delicate hand. He leaned over and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Still speaking softly to him, Heather was startled by the sudden extra contact: "Yes, honey, Mommy wants you to feel good. She really -OH- yes, Kevvy! That's so nice. Suck Mommy's titty while she makes you feel good. Mmmm, you're such a good boy. I can tell you're going to cum soon. Go ahead honey. Come on, let it loose. Oh, yes, suck Mommy's tit. Cum, baby. Cum for mommy. Come on, do it. Oh, yes, come on. Oh, Yes! That's it, you're cumming! Oh good boy! My good, big boy is cumming for Mommy! Oh sweetie, that's so beautiful!" Kevin's first spurt of cum shot up in the air and landed on Heather's cheek. The rest seemed to simply flow out, running all over her fist and his cock. She continued to rub him, massaging his cum all through the light fluffy pubic hair. Leaning forward to kiss him, her tit popped from his lips. She covered that still open mouth with hers and kissed him deeply, longingly. She could feel that first squirt of cum running down her cheek toward their lips, so she broke the kiss so as not to let it interfere. Kevin fell back exhausted, and began to drift into sleep. His last image of wakefulness was of his gorgeous mother, her bountiful breasts swinging free, as she stuck her tongue out to lick his cum off her cheek. +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Well, that's it for this time, boys and girls. I'm still working on the next and hopefully final part of Kevin's Story. I hope it won't take as long as last time. Let's hear from those of you out there who have similar stories to tell (hopefully true, but not necessarily so). If you can't commit them to disk, tell me how and I'll do it for you. Keep pushin' on Ed.