This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com I didn't write this story. I found it on the internet and I thought I would pass it along to others that might find it of interest. If stories of and an adult and a small child offend you please don't read any further (M/F pedo/young) I REMEMBER MOM I had an experience a few years ago you might find interesting. I was dating a divorced lady for a few weeks who had a small son, about 15 to 18 months. Karen, his mom, and I came home from a date one night, saw the sitter off to her own apartment and settled down to some light kissy face and petting. Karen was conventionally pretty, petite and OK in bed but not lightly to get a whole chapter in anyone's sexual autobiography. We had only been on the couch a few minutes when her son started to wail very loudly. She went in and brought him out into the living room and said that he often started to cry at night now. He would get a hard-on and it would get caught in his clothes and hurt, waking him up. She had taken him to the doctor but he said there wasn't really anything to do, just take his diaper off and try to sooth him. Karen opened his diaper and sure enough his little pink spike was standing straight up. It was a cute, uncut pointy little thing with a crinkled, marble sized ball sack underneath. Well, taking his diaper off didn't sooth him at all. Karen opened her blouse and tried to give him her breast but he wasn't having any of that either. And he was really going at it in the sound department, whew! She looked at me and said, "What am I going to DO, I hate seeing him cry like this"? I told her the problem was probably blue balls from being erect for so long and the only thing that would really help him was if he had a release. She was looking down at his cock while I was saying this and, man!, she looked hot, tits out, nipples long and hard, long legs in black hose spread all akimbo. Karen however was mesmerized by that… little… pink… shaft. Her face seemed flushed and her breasts were heaving with her increased breathing rate. I started to get hard myself because I had an idea where I could make this scene go… but I'd have to be cool. Her voice seemed thicker somehow when she said, "You mean I should masturbate him?" "Well, certainly, he's really hurting you know. The poor little guy", I replied concernedly. I knew we had turned the corner and my cock swelled another inch when she asked without once taking her eyes off that pointed pink wand, "How should I do it"? "Well", I said trying to sound casual, "It's common for mothers in India to suck their son's penis' if the child is hungry and there isn't any food left and besides, Karen, it's the only way you can be sure you won't hurt him, he's awfully tiny you know". She didn't look up and didn't answer so I gave a small prod. "Do you want to help Ben that way?' She nodded and my cock swelled yet again. Keeping my voice very even, so as not to break the mood, I told her, "Well, get up and lay him on the couch and kneel on the floor next to him, that should be the easiest way for you both". She got up and put him down on the cushions, taking up a kneeling position right next to his squalling, fidgeting little body, never taking her eyes from his hot little rod, and sat leaning forward but without moving. Ben was adding a lot of urgency with his crying and I thought we were almost home so I got up and knelt behind his mom, between her legs. I placed my hands on either side of her body leaning against the edge of the sofa, close enough for her to feel my body heat. I leaned over further and whispered in her ear, "Now, Karen, just take it in your lips and move up and down". She didn't move for a minute and I thought she'd changed her mind. But then she slowly bent forward and touching the end of his foreskin with the tip of her pink tongue and then proceeded to take the whole thing into her mouth, all two inches, and started bobbing her head. I let my breath out and literally went into a buzz watching that hard-on, tiny and pink, disappear into his mother's very sexy, very red lipsticked, adult mouth. As soon as she started sucking him Ben got very quiet and calm, I could have kissed him. Karen's hair fell forward blocking my view and I slowly moved it back out of the way. I pulled it back very deliberately, announcing to her that I wanted to watch her suck her baby's hard-on, letting her know that I knew she wanted me to see it, wanted me to watch how her pursed lips addressed Ben's immature cock, wanted me to hear the wet sounds coming from between his plump , pink legs, wanted me to see her saliva riveting down his shaft and disappearing into the crack of his ass, wanted to be sure I didn't miss one detail! When I moved to take her hair MY cock pressed into her ass and she pushed back, wiggling hard into my groin. Myself? You could have strummed me like a guitar string I was so tight, almost delirious in fact with a fuck lust I had never known existed. I reached up under her skirt over the smooth hot flesh of her belly, and down the front of her panty hose, sliding into her thick, black bush with my hand. Her panties, pantyhose and several inches down and her legs were literally dripping wet. The flow was so heavy I could have brought a palm full up to my mouth as if I had scooped it from a small stream and her body was as hot as a kiln. And I could smell her, Oh, it was more intoxicating than any liqueur. Her cunt musk wafted up filling my head and telling me she had turned into a hot bitch in heat and out of control. I found her cunt hole and started to finger fuck her. She began to writhe like a snake, whimpers and grunts issued from the flared nostrils of her nose, but her mouth, those beautiful red lips never left Ben's hardness. I watched red mommy lips pistoning up and down, sucking off her son's few, but potent, inches of manhood, her efforts were beginning to draw involuntary hip thrusts from Ben who's cock had found a home and liking it, tried to get as deeply into his mother's warm wet mouth as possible. I buried three fingers up to the third knuckle in his mom's wet, fire hot, cunt. It spasumed, gripping my fingers with a milking motion. In a remarkably short time Ben gave a couple of pelvic thrusts that were more pronounced than the others, grunted softly and fell into a deep sleep. I watched Karen's sexy mouth leave his shirking little cocky-poo, leaving some lipstick red at the base of his hairless pink pointer. Karen carried sleeping Ben to his crib laying him down and looked up at me. Her face was a mask of lust. Her eyes looked to have been rimmed with charcoal, lips that had been smiling at people that night were swollen and seemed almost brused, she haden't bothered to wipe the saliva that had run down her chin and wetting the front of her blouse and tits. Tendrils of musk waifed across the crib, up from the juicy juncture of her legs inviting me to fuck her hard and often. We were all over each other like two soiled shirts in an electronic dryer. We tore, and I literally mean tore, each other's clothes off and went at each other. We were breathing like two steam engines on the up grade and punctuating it all with animal grunts that welled up from our very souls… I had my fingers in every hole I could reach… when I stuck my cock in her mouth and said, "Suck my cock mommy" Karen groaned and almost sucked my spinal cord out, shuddering immediately into a long hard cum… while she sucked my cock she stuck her finger up my ass… she came again when I said, "I want to fuck mommy's pussy" and then came repeatedly as I plowed her furrow like someone insane while finger fucking her ass… hoarsly I said, "I want to fuck mommy in the ass", something she would never allow before, Shit!, she came again before I could get into her and came again as I pushed into her tight, gripping anal pussy, which was completely flooded by the juices drooling down from her pussy. We fucked and sucked until we were too exhausted. But after some hours of recovery I HAD to drag myself up and go home so I could be dressed and ready two critical presentations the next day. My mind wasn't on presentations but a replay with Ben's hot little mom that night. Karen on the other hand would never see me, never speak to me, never returned any of my phone calls or answered any of my letters… ever! By Mr ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com