Gender: Male Age: 45 Location: N/A
By Wojo Martin
This is a classic “sexual healing” or rescue fantasy involving an adolescent boy and his pretty young single mom. It also involves the boy's encounter with a girl his own age. It’s a one-off, written on a Sunday I was stuck home with a bad cold and it’s been scarcely edited. Still, it’s kind of fun. It’s my first mother/son incest story.
Young (Junior High) boy and girl, virginity, oral, female/boy, reluctance, incest, anal
Jackson Taylor saw invisible girls, not in a Sixth Sense kind of way. He saw the girls that other people’s eyes too often passed over. It began on what was already a good day. Hell, Mom took him to McDonald’s.
Jackson rarely got taken anywhere by his mom anymore. He was almost twelve, too old to get forced into going on shopping trips and other errands, and Mom never had the time to take him anywhere fun. She was always working to support the two of them or she was going out to find the next Mr. Wrong. In her efforts to find them a stable life, Marti Taylor had fallen into a trap that basically robbed them of each other’s company, the one loving constant either of them had.
Jackson’s dad had left him with a very tall body and a powerful build and a set of brown eyes that his mother sometimes dreamily remarked were “devastating, just like his.” But that was all he’d left. His father was long gone before the boy was ever born to eighteen-year-old Marti. Since then, it had just been Jackson and his mother, a woman who desperately clung to one abusive loser boyfriend after another.
But today was a good day. Mom was showering Jackson with attention and taking him to his favorite restaurant. She laughed at the way the long lean boy put away burgers. “My baby is getting so big!” she said, rubbing his strong arm as he laughed and made a muscle for her. He adored his gorgeous little mom. She was the prettiest girl in the world to him. He was already a head taller than her, and had only just begun the tremendous growth spurt he would go through over the next year. The boy—who was soon to draw admiring gazes from his female classmates and football coaches—looked at Marti with his “devastating” brown eyes, and she stared right back into them for a long moment before she blushed. “Handsome, too,” she said as she turned away. “I’m going to go get us some of those apple pies,” she said and walked away. He knew when she came back he would get both apple pies. Mom never ate junk food.
It was then that Jackson first set eyes on an invisible girl and saw her in a way that perhaps no one else did. She was a couple years younger than him, and had black hair with two little blond streaks dyed in a vertical drop over her temples. She wore square little glasses over her blue eyes, and a slightly dirty old Twilight t-shirt that was way too big. Jackson’s eyes passed over her at first, but then he felt a compulsion to look back. He put down his burger and just stared. This little girl was somehow beautiful to him at second glance. Her eyes were so sad that it made him want to cry, but something in her manner made him want to smile at the same time. He locked eyes on her and didn’t look away; he gave her a fond half smile. She finally noticed him looking at her and seemed a little frightened. He was literally twice her size, despite them only being about two years apart, and he gazed at her in a way no one had ever done before. She grabbed some napkins from the server and quickly went back inside the glass-enclosed play area and sat down by a chubby man who had the right look to be her father. He was playing on his i-pod and had probably never noticed that the child had gone.
Jackson simply remembered that the experience felt very strange to him. It wasn’t sexual… yet. He wouldn’t quite be there until the middle of his twelfth year, and this girl had only been nine or ten anyway. Within the year, he would be at a huge middle school, rife with blossoming sexual energy, and his ability to find invisible beauties would take on an entirely different aspect.
Over the next year, Jackson’s life settled into what had become an all-too familiar pattern. Mom found a new guy and was happy for a while; then he started cheating and getting abusive. She stormed out with Jackson, forgetting that she was tearing him away from the new sort-of baby sister he had finally learned to fit into his life.
They left the man’s house to go back to the apartment above Uncle Rod’s house. Marti’s big brother had stopped even bothering to rent the place out. His little sister and nephew were always going to need it on and off, anyway. Then, Mom made up with the loser and they would move back in. Rinse. Repeat. This time, the cycle was to end very differently, but some big things had to happen first.
First, Jackson’s little twinges of arousal at finding invisible girls grew into all-out lust. And somehow that made the other parts of his life seem more irritating. He had begun to realize that his mom was more than merely pretty. She was barely five-foot two, now almost a foot shorter than her son. She was blonde and busty. She was barely over half her son’s weight. She was a bit fanatical in how she took care of her body, and every bit of her was amazingly toned. She would wear her tight yoga pants or little shorts when she worked out. Jackson sometimes had to leave the room because he would look at Mom and have feelings that he thought were really, really wrong. He felt the drive to do things to girls’ bodies and the desire to have them do things to his. He never felt the urge more strongly than when he watched Mom work out. He pieced it together and finally realized that his mom was incredibly sexy, and he knew that other men and boys would feel the same way about her. A woman like her should have an adoring husband who would live and die for her. But she never did.
And Mom was driving him crazy with this latest loser. How a woman like his mom found herself constantly attached to these guys was a mystery to the thirteen-year-old boy. Jackson occasionally had dreams in which he beat up the loser boyfriend and carried his mom off. Sometimes the dreams went too far, but he didn’t like to think that way when he was awake.
Jackson wanted nothing more than to be different from the losers Mom found. He also wanted to find himself girls that were strong and wise, like his mom had been when he was little. Of course, once his sex drive kicked in, Jackson found that he wanted to “get it whenever he could.” And that put him constantly in the company of girls that were vulnerable enough to settle for a boy they didn’t love and who didn’t really love them. Just like his mom, these girls were easy pickings for a handsome man who was willing to give them attention, even for a little while. He saw the invisible girls around him all the time now, and he knew some would be accessible enough to let him satisfy his carnal desire without his making a commitment. He learned, too, from the older boys who said a guy should “hit it and quit it.” He didn’t make the connection between himself and his mom’s loser boyfriends; he was barely thirteen.
At the huge middle school he attended, invisible girls were everywhere. Some of these vulnerable types were just wired to be late sexual bloomers, too fearful to be approached in middle school. Others were just like his mom, so desperate to be seen and loved that they were willing to do anything to please a handsome boy who noticed them. Jackson quickly learned to sort out the difference between the two types, and he had already fucked four girls by his seventh grade Spring Break. The fifth girl, Patty Hayes, fell into his lap a few days after Easter.
She was a new girl, but that didn’t give her any cool cachet in a big school. She was just lonely and invisible. She was also the girl from whom Jackson learned what he was becoming. Patty had curly black hair, almost no tits and a flat ass. She almost looked a few years younger than him, but she was nearly thirteen, that made her only four months his junior. Patty was just a bit shorter and thinner than the other girls and not really developed in the some of the right places yet. Actually Jackson didn’t mind skinny girls, or chubby girls for that matter. He liked pretty eyes and smiles. Other than that, he wasn’t particular about builds. Not that he didn’t notice when a girl had a great one.
The way Patty dressed, in short-waisted sweaters that should have been sexy but were obviously threadbare hand-me-downs and Goodwill pick-ups, also made others turn a blind eye to her. Jackson saw her for what she was: pretty, lonely and inclined to accept advances from the big strong boy in the football jersey. He started texting her, and she texted him back two-for-one. The inevitable “my mom’s out-of-town all weekend” text came to him about a week after he had sent her his “never-fails” opening text: “I think you’re cute…JAX”
That Saturday morning Patty opened the door about two seconds after he rang the doorbell. She must have been waiting right inside. She let him in, stood tentatively looking at him for a moment and then threw her arms around him and kissed him, Frenching from the very start. Jackson felt her little tits press against him and didn’t hesitate. He gently rubbed those tiny mounds from beneath with his long hands and massaged them between his thumb and forefinger. The way she kissed, the way she cooed softly when he grabbed her tits, the way she smelled of “come get me” perfume, Jackson knew she had done this before. “Let’s go to the couch, Jax,” she said.
She took his hand and led him into the living room of the shabby little house. They sat on a couch with little pockets of foam rubber peeking out of the corners of the cushions and arms. Jackson had been living on Mom’s modest income; Patty was living in complete poverty. Jackson was only thirteen and thick about some things, but he understood poverty. He’d been there. They made out on the couch for a while. Jackson decided he liked the way she kissed. She was desperate for affection, but she was tender, not mauling. She stroked his hair and looked into his brown eyes. He knew how girls liked them, so he looked her back. Her blue eyes were pretty, and he soon found that he was happy that she had looked at him like that. It had made him really study her face. He liked Patty’s face.
Desperate girls that others overlooked weren’t automatically kindhearted angels who only needed a little love to blossom into beautiful and confident young women. Some of them, Jackson had found, were really just catty little bitches. Some were almost devoid of personality, just looking for someone to imprint themselves on. Some were nice enough to spend some time with, but nothing exciting. But Patty… she was sweet and playful and had a bit going on in that pretty head of hers. Jackson could see it in her eyes and her smile. She reminded him of the way his mom used to be when he was younger. “What?” she asked as she noticed that he had stopped grabbing her little breasts, stopped kissing even, and was just gazing into her eyes.
“You have the prettiest eyes and the sweetest smile, Patty. I’m glad I’m here.”
Patty’s eyes almost filled with tears then, but she managed to hold them off and only misted up a bit. “Thanks, Jackson. I really like you, too.” She kissed him again and his hands began to reach for her breasts. She caught him by a wrist and steered it under the bottom of her sweater. Try as he might, he couldn’t get far enough under the tight-waisted sweater to reach her barely budding tits. She laughed, and he did, too. “What the hell?” she said, standing up and pulling the sweater off over her head. “I was going to let you get this far anyway.” She started to sit back on the couch, stopped, cocked her head slightly to the side and studied his eyes again. She pulled off her little pink bra and let it drop on top of the sweater.
Jackson kissed her for a while without going to her breasts. There was no need to try and catch her in a heated moment now. The two of them, Patty and Jackson, were going to be there for a while. The two of THEM were going to be there for a while, too. Patty’s tongue danced around in his mouth, and he gave it a happy game of chase with his own. Patty was naughty in her sweet way, and Jackson was enjoying her more than he had the other girls. When he finally slid up to her tits, she squirmed a little and put her legs up on the couch. Jackson crawled on top of her and continued kissing her as he began to change from simple massages to little tweaks and pinches at her nipples. She liked the pinches; once, he accidentally did it what he thought was a bit hard. When he pulled his hand away and began to apologize, she grabbed it and put it back. “I liked it,” she whispered. “Just don’t hurt me on purpose, okay?”
Jackson didn’t understand why anyone would hurt a girl on purpose, but he promised her he would never do that. “Hell,” he added. “I like you more than any girl I’ve ever had sex with.”
“You-you’ve had sex?” she asked, suddenly a little apprehensive.
“Well, yeah,” he said. “Haven’t you?” She shook her head and looked embarrassed. “Sorry… you were such a good kisser… I just thought. Look, if I hurt your feelings I’m sorry. Like I said, I really do like you.”
“But you thought we were going to go all the way today?”
“It’s okay, Patty. It was totally my mistake. I had no right to assume anything at all. Maybe I should go.”
“PLEASE!” she cried a bit loudly. She then changed to a soft sweet whisper. “Don’t go. You—you didn’t hurt my feelings. I did invite you over to en empty house.”
“I like kissing you, and you have beautiful tits.”
“Thanks, you too. The kissing, I mean,” she said with a little laugh as he pretended to be shocked by her statement. “I-I did give a few handjobs and blowjobs,” she said, seeming to want to prove that she wasn’t a little girl or a total failure at love. “I think I’m pretty good at blowjobs.”
“The way you kiss, Patty, you’re probably some kind of genius at it.”
“That’s me,” she said. “Failing Algebra 7, but a blowjob genius. So, you want one of my genius blowjobs?”
“Patty, that would be really, really cool.” He was trying to sound cool himself, but Jackson was beginning to think that a blowjob from Patty might be a lot more fun than the fucks he had gotten from some of the other girls.
Patty knelt down between his legs for a moment, but then rose up and pulled off his t-shirt and kissed him for a while before settling back down. He was wearing baggy knee-length shorts. Like the older boys were doing, he wore them even on cold days now. Patty started to open the fly, but decided instead to just give the shorts a gentle yank, and they slid down off his hips. She took off his shoes and got the shorts all the way off of him. She took a deep breath and pulled at the waistband of his boxers. He sprung out as she finished undressing him. Her eyes never left his erection. “Um, Jax, you know how you’re one of the biggest guys in our whole school?”
“Yeah,” he said, straining to sound casual, but dying to hear her say what he thought she was about to say.
“I can’t say for sure… but I’m willing to bet you’re one of the BIGGEST guys in our whole school, too,” she started to giggle, but cut it short. She was kind of intrigued by what was standing before her eyes. “Well, Genius,” she whispered to herself, “let’s see how you do on a big cock.” Patty took his cock in her little hand, and stroked it gently; then she formed a little ring with her thumb and forefinger and wrapped it around the very base. “I can’t even close my fingers on this one,” she said, noticing that there was nearly an inch between the thumb and the tip of her finger.
“Your hands are just small,” he said, scarcely breathing.
“I guess,” she said, squeezing him hard and starting to pump slowly with her little ring of fingers. “But maybe you should just admit you’re big.” She was teasing now. She had found her comfort zone again. The talk of having sex had thrown her, but this she knew how to do. “I mean if it’s just that my hands are too small, maybe I should stop doing this,” she said. She stopped for a moment. Then she resumed the gentle jacking motion. “But if it’s that your cock is really big, then I guess we should be happy about it.” She stopped again. “My hands are just too small,” she sighed.
“No!” he groaned.
She started sliding her thumb up and down the base of his shaft. “So… then?”
“My cock is big,” he whispered. God, she was a tease, but she sure made him feel good about himself. She kept jacking him for a while, and it felt so good to have her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. It was like the way he felt when he was all the way inside of a girl’s pussy. But there was nothing on the rest of his cock.
Patty soon remedied that. She kept squeezing the base tightly as she ran a long lick up the length of the underside, stopping at the top to give a little kiss and suck to the head. She trailed the underside of her tongue down the side of his cock and then ran it up the other side. She slid her tongue over to the soft spot beneath the head and flicked it back and forth. He was pretty sure that he was going to have to jump up off the couch; the little flicking seemed to make every muscle in his body want to move. He groaned loudly. Patty stopped and pumped him a few more times, smiling happily up at him. He feared he was looking down at her like a madman. She had shown a flash of desperate fear at the idea of him leaving, but she owned him for the moment. He couldn’t even remember where the door was.
She let go of the base of his cock and gently took it between her thumb and all four fingers, with the fingers on top. She slid her thumb around the underside again. Suddenly free from the constricting ring, Jackson felt like he might cum on her. She rose up a bit and tapped the tip of his cock on her budding tits. Then, she traced the head of it around her nipples and cooed softly. She liked that part as much as he did. He began to ooze just a little bit of fluid from the tip of his cock, and it increased the pleasure of the little circles she made. Jackson thought he understood now how come she had never fucked a boy despite having obviously fooled around with some, and some of them older boys or men based on her skill level. But he guessed none of them had ever lasted long enough to push the issue. Patty’s foreplay was better than sex with the other girls. She could keep a boy very happy without ever fucking him. He wondered what was in it for her, though.
“God, I love seeing you get turned on,” she said in a delightfully naughty voice. “I know how much you like me now.” She moved down again and formed the ring around the base of his cock as she took him into her mouth. Her tongue flicked across the little piece of skin that attached the head to the shaft, and he instinctively reached down and grabbed the back of her head. She gently pulled the hand away and held it. “Give me a minute first,” she said. “Then you can do that.” She made swirls around him with her tongue, and sucked lightly at the same time. If she hadn’t been constricting the base, he would have unloaded in her mouth already.
“Oh, God,” he moaned as he looked down. The sucking stopped for a second as the corners of her mouth pulled back slightly in a smile, but then she went down harder and deeper than before. She began to go up and down and released his hand. He cupped the back of her head and guided her up and down; she relaxed her neck and let him move her. Soon he began to move his hips as he held her in place with a light grip on her hair. She let him fuck her mouth like that for a minute, and then released the little vise grip on the base of his cock. He bucked a few more times and then held her tightly in place as he unloaded into her mouth. She took as much as she could and then pulled back, gasping for air. The last jet of his load stuck just above her eyebrow.
Patty smiled and wiped the goo before it ran down into her eye. “Messy boy,” she said after a swallow. She went back to his cock and licked and kissed it a few times, leaving it with a gentle pat or two.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “Your mouth is better than any girl’s pussy I ever had.”
“Genius?” she asked as she snuggled into him and put her head on his chest, listening to his pounding heart.
“Fucking Einstein,” he said softly.
She was quiet for a moment, and then they both shuddered a little and kind of went “EWWW.” She giggled and he groaned. “I just had a visual…” she started.
“…of fucking Einstein. Me too.” Then he had another visual.
Patty could hear his heart start to pound. “What?”
“I had another visual… of fucking you.”
“Oh, Jax. That’s got you pretty excited in here,” she said, tapping his chest.
“Yeah, it really, really does. You are the hottest girl I ever had, and I never even had you.”
“Well, you had some of me.”
“Yeah, I didn’t mean to complain. You didn’t think I was complaining, did you? Jeez, you are incredible.”
“I think… I think we could fuck pretty soon. I mean you are definitely the sweetest boyfriend I ever had.”
“Oh…” he said too loudly.
Her head sprang away from his chest and she looked him in the eyes. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, Jax. I’m sorry. I just thought from the way you told me… I thought you wanted to be my boyfriend. It’s totally my fault. Forget I said it.” She went back down to laying her head on him again.
How do you forget that a girl called you her sweetest boyfriend ever? “It’s kind of like when I thought you brought me over here to have sex,” he said, trying to make it just sound like a little misunderstanding.
“Yes,” she said, and he could feel warm tears running down his chest. “I guess boys and girls really do think differently.”
“I do like you,” he said.
“Not enough,” she whispered, “to be my boyfriend.”
“Now, I feel all guilty. I’m sorry, Patty. I was stupid.” He gently sat her up and started to find his clothes. “I never meant to hurt you.”
“Please, Jax. Please don’t leave me all alone right now. It would make me feel like… somebody else did.”
“I’m just afraid that I’m gonna make you cry some more. I like you. I don’t want to make you cry.”
“I won’t cry. I promise I won’t cry anymore, just don’t leave yet.”
He pulled on his boxers and sat next to her on the couch. He had no idea what to say to this girl. He couldn’t really make her his girlfriend. Well, he could, but he knew he wouldn’t stay faithful. He was finding all kinds of girls lately. If he was her boyfriend and then left, he wouldn’t just be making her cry. He would be breaking her heart. He figured that was being mean on purpose, and he didn’t think he did that. “Patty… all the nice things I said about you… I meant ‘em all. You really are sweet and pretty and sexy.”
“You’re really nice, Jax,” she said.
“You’re the only that calls me that. Other people once in a while, but you kind of do it all the time now, don’t you?”
“Well, it’s how you usually signed your texts. I liked it.”
“I’ll sign ‘em like that all the time if you want me to.”
“You’ll keep texting me?” she said and smiled hopefully.
“Yeah, sure I will. Patty, I still like you! I just don’t want to be anybody’s boyfriend—right now.” He didn’t realize the power of those last two words yet. Hope can be the cruelest of gifts, but he was thirteen, and he wasn’t doing it on purpose.
Patty hugged him again and rubbed his chest with her hand. “God, you are a big guy, Jax. You must be six-feet tall!”
“Six-one. My dad was really big, I guess. Mom is tiny. I was messing around with Megan last month and carrying her on my shoulder and when Mom came in and told me to put her down, I picked Mom up and sat her on my shoulder. She was mad, but then she got real quiet. I think she liked it.”
“So you’re really strong, too?”
“Jax, who’s Megan?”
“Oh, she was my baby sort-of-sister until a couple of weeks ago.”
“I’m between sort-of brothers and sisters now, too. Mom’s kind of seeing a guy, but he’s way older and doesn’t have any kids at home anymore. I hate the asshole.”
“Just one fucking loser after another.”
“Exactly. Why do women do that, Jax?”
“You’re asking me? You’re the girl!” Patty didn’t seem to have an answer though. “Guess they just get lonely. Sometimes I think Mom feels so bad after one leaves that she goes and gets another one just to feel like she’s still pretty, or even worse… she tries to get the loser back.” They were silent for a moment. “Patty, don’t ever do that. Just know that you’ll always be pretty.”
She hadn’t kissed him for a while, but she kissed him right on the heart then. Patty should have followed the whole thread of the conversation and seen herself in her mother or in Jackson’s mother. Jackson should have seen it, too. The kids just didn’t know any better. They were quiet for a bit. She kept listening to his heart, like she could get to know his feelings that way. “Jax, you can fuck me if you want,” she said softly. “You don’t have to be my boyfriend. We can just like each other—right now.”
Jackson didn’t hear any alarm bells in the back of his mind. He only heard a pretty girl he now really liked say that he could fuck her if he wanted. And he wanted to. Jackson kissed her, and it was as amazing as it had been the first time. He touched her warm little breasts, and they were as sensitive to his pinches and kisses as ever. She laughed gently as she saw how fascinated he was with them. She loved to turn him on, and he loved the naughty little way she laughed when she had him going. “Your tits are so pretty,” he said in explanation. “I love to touch them more than any other girl’s.”
“Less talking, more kissing,” she said. There was less of the first and more of the latter, then. Finally, she had been tweaked and teased all she could stand. She rose from the couch and slid out of her jeans. He could see little wisps of curly black hair at the edges of her little pink panties. She had been so tiny that he had worried that just maybe she wouldn’t have any hair. “Can we go to my bed instead?” she said as he pulled her towards the couch. “I want my first time to be in a proper bed.” Jackson stood and followed her to her room. “Do it the way you think is best,” she said. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Jackson took her words far too literally. She simply meant for him to take control, do whatever felt right to him. He thought she was opening up to any type of position, and he had tried one with the last girl that he really liked and wanted to try again. He kissed her and guided her to the edge of the bed, setting her up on all fours at the end. He pulled her panties from her and dropped them to the floor. He kissed her at the base of the neck and ran his hands over her bare breasts for a while to get her worked up. Then he spread her legs slightly until he found that she was at the right height for him to push into her from behind. He did it the way he wanted to, and the tiny girl who had wanted her first time to be in a proper bed, in the embrace of a caring lover, gave her virginity up to a boy who took her in a fashion more befitting a wild romp between two experienced lovers.
Jackson felt an incredible tightness as he pushed into her narrow opening. She gasped in surprise as she was stretched for the first time. “It’s okay, Patty. It’s okay,” he whispered soothingly. He had taken a girl’s virginity once before. So, he was pretty sure he knew what he was doing now. She moaned softly as his big cock slowly stretched her further. Then he hit her cherry. He paused for a moment, hoping that it wouldn’t hurt her much. He broke through her.
She squeaked a bit and gave a quiet whimper. Jackson was happy to see that she didn’t have to scream or cry out. He didn’t see the way her painted little nails dug in and tore holes in her sheet. Patty was a tough girl in her own way. It had hurt, but she was used to not letting people she didn’t trust see her pain. In the last minute or so she had come to realize she didn’t entirely trust Jackson. She still thought he was sweet and kind. She was just becoming convinced he was kind of thick in some ways and she couldn’t completely trust his judgment. Still, he had enough sense to keep still and not start pounding away until she got used to having him in there.
“Go ahead,” she grunted as her body adjusted to the big thing deep inside. “I’m okay.” She was okay, too. She had lost a little faith in Jackson’s wisdom, but she still liked him and desired him. This wasn’t exactly what she had wanted, but she could already tell that if she went with it she was going to be able to enjoy it for what it was.
“Oh, God,” he moaned. “You are so fucking tight.” Jackson began to slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. Her hot little channel gripped at him in unbelievable ways. He’d been inside a virgin once before, but Patty’s body was so much more responsive than that girl’s. That one had lain on her back and stared at the ceiling without moving at all. But Patty’s body liked what was happening. He could see her pale skin begin to flush red, and after several long slow strokes, she turned back to him and gave him her naughty smile. She was turned on, too.
Jackson began to increase his pace, and her responses began to increase almost instantly. She became even wetter than before, and it seemed like her pussy was swelling to close in even tighter on him. Every thrust was greeted with warmth; each withdrawal was gently protested by a million tiny fingers clutching at him. Jackson’s cock felt better than it had ever before, and that amazed him considering how good her genius blowjob had been. “God, what a great fuck you are!” he cried.
Patty was making sounds of her own, too. She didn’t know that it would be her way, but it turned out she was a squeaker. The sound that she created was totally foreign to her ears. She had a slightly deep voice for a girl just shy of her thirteenth birthday, and she had expected to sound like a much older girl when and if anyone ever made her moan in ecstasy. Now, she emitted little girly squeaks that made her sound far younger than her age. She hoped Jackson didn’t hate it, but by God she couldn’t help making the sound.
Jackson was sure turned on by the sounds she made. It was an almost helpless little cry, like she couldn’t stop making the sound if she wanted to. His cock was buried deep in her incredibly tight pussy and she was losing control of her voice and thoughts. Jackson was as thick as Patty thought he was in some emotional ways, but he was pretty good at reading physical reactions. Patty liked what he was doing, even more than she thought she might. He could see the surprise in her eyes as she turned back to see what the hell was going on back there that drove her so crazy. He wanted to see her get even crazier. That would mean he was doing a good job for her on her first time. Jackson had been with a girl who had already been fucking older boys, or maybe even grown-ups. He had learned a thing or two from her. He reached a long arm up, tweaked her nipples a few times and then led her arm back underneath her. She was smart enough to take it from there.
Patty’s fingers found her clit, and she began to touch herself as Jackson continued filling her with his wonderful boy-thing. His big hands were back on her hips, now. He was controlling her so utterly, and she found that she liked that. She had been excited to be able to make him lose control with her blowjob, but she now understood the thrill of being the one yielding control to someone else. She still kind of wished the big lug had put her down gently on her back and whispered loving words in her ear as he gave her gentle strokes down below. But this… this had its own wonderful qualities. He was so strong and so passionate about taking her. And now he was letting her push her own little button to bring precisely the right touch to her pleasure center. She wondered how long this would go on. She loved every big push inside her, and she could take quite a bit more of that, but her legs were getting tired.
Jackson could feel her legs start to shake, and to tell the truth, he was feeling the pull in his hamstrings a bit more than before. “Wanna try another spot?”
Patty didn’t hesitate. She went right to her back on the middle of her bed. He couldn’t help but take her the way she wanted him now. She felt his big body descend on her and his long hands grabbing her flat little bottom. Then she felt every bit of his boyhood slide back into her. There was no pain this time, and when his head settled in over her shoulder he whispered in her ear. “You are so beautiful, Patty. The most beautiful girl I ever had.”
Patty closed her big blue eyes. “That’s just perfect,” she whispered. Jackson took that to mean that his pace and angle were just right. He had been going slowly since he moved to the top, so he kept that up. Now, he felt her more than ever. She was tiny in her hands and feet and even in her chest and bottom. Every part of her was just firm enough or just soft enough for him, though. And now, as he went slowly, her little squeaks were softer, but no less sexy. Her tiny tits were sort of rolling under his naked chest as he moved his whole body up and down. He didn’t think it was even possible, but she was more aroused, more responsive to this.
“Beautiful Patty,” he whispered. Not able to think of anything else, he repeated it several times over the next minute or so. Suddenly, she began clenching and unclenching muscles all over her body, even in her little pussy. He had made a girl cum with his fingers, but never with his cock before. He realized he was doing it now. Patty emitted a long squeak and dug her hands into his ass, pulling him deep inside of her and holding him in place as her body lost itself in the first climax she had ever known at a lover’s touch. “Beautiful Patty,” he whispered again.
Jackson should have been wearing a condom, but the kids were young and not very sophisticated. He increased his speed and let himself build toward an orgasm. When he got perilously close, he pulled out and began to pull at his cock to finish. Patty realized what was happening and knocked his hands out of the way. She finished him, aiming the jets of cum at her tits. She knew boys liked to cum on them after blowjobs and handjobs. She let him release all over her. “Messy boy,” she whispered dreamily as he was trying to catch his breath and unable to respond. She took his arm and steered him down next to her. “I’m glad we did that, Jax.”
“That was the best, ever,” he said. “Not just the best I ever had. The best anybody ever had.”
“You’re sweet,” she said and kissed him. His mess was all over her, but neither seemed to mind in this moment. This moment was too perfect a moment to bother with silly things like that.
Then it ended. They had made love, or fucked very well at least, and then they were stuck. They weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend. They weren’t really even good friends yet. They barely knew each other. They had been bound by their sex play, and each loved the way the other did it. They might do it again, but they might not. After an uncomfortable half hour, Jackson left her bed and began to gather his clothes. As he came back into the bedroom, she was sitting on the end of the bed, staring straight ahead. He sat next to her and kissed her. She returned it gently, but not playfully or confidently.
“I’d better go,” he said. “You’re really beautiful, Patty.” He walked to the bedroom door, and she went with him that far. He stepped into the living room and turned back for a last kiss. She was crying. “I’m sorry, Patty,” he said. “I never meant to hurt your feelings.”
The naked girl with his sticky goo still clinging to her chest looked at him with teary blue eyes. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “The men you like leave. They always leave.” She closed the door. Patty had finally been the first to see the parallels between her life and her mother’s. Jackson left in a confused haze. He was thick, but not stupid. The message found its way into his brain before he got home. He was the loser guy, and Patty was the gorgeous little mom who repeated the same mistake over and over again.
He didn’t call. That would have been painful for both of them. He did text once after he’d had three days to think. If he had spelled a little better, it would have read like this. “Beautiful Patty, I won’t bother you again until I’m ready to stick it out. I won’t bother any girls again until I’m ready to stick it out. You’re still the best at everything and the prettiest little girl I know…. JAX”
He set the phone down and thought he was on his way to a normal life. He couldn’t have been more wrong.
He ambled to the kitchen of the apartment to find his mom dolled up in a tight low-cut black dress. She was putting on a long dangly earring. “Your supper’s in the fridge, honey. You seemed to be deep in thought before. I didn’t want to bug you.”
“New guy?” he grunted. He couldn’t wait to get to meet this loser.
“Actually, Mark called. I’m meeting him for drinks…. Don’t look like that, honey. He just wants to talk and clear up a few things.”
Jackson took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled slowly. He could survive the cycle again. He always did. But how many times was his gorgeous mom going to have to get her heart broken? He’d already seen that once this week with Patty. He’d vowed to not let himself hurt any more girls. How was he now supposed to let the one person he loved go through that again? “No,” he said.
“Excuse me, young man?” she said raising an eyebrow.
“That loser is not going to get to hurt you again. I won’t let it happen.”
“We’re just going to talk, Jackson. And I understand your concerns, but I’m the grown-up here. I don’t appreciate the tone you’re taking.”
“I love you, Mom,” he said softly.
“I love you, too, sweetie.” She smiled now. Jackson was being reasonable, it seemed.
“That’s why I’m not letting you out of this house to go talk to him. I love you too much to see you get hurt.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Jackson.” Marti turned to go. He quickly and gently swept her tiny body up in his arms. “Jackson, this is NOT okay!” He had never been disobedient, even when he was angry and frustrated with her. “Put me down, Son.” He did. She started to move toward the door again, and he picked her up in the same gentle fashion as before. He handled her so easily it took her breath away for a moment. He was so very, very powerful, and she now caught his scent for the second time in just a few seconds. He didn’t smell like a little boy anymore. His arms didn’t feel like a little boy’s arms.
Marti found her voice at last. “DAMMIT, JACKSON! KNOCK IT OFF THIS INSTANT!” He put her back down. “We are going to have a talk when you cool down,” she said. “Good thing for you I’ll have time to cool down, too!” She took a few steps toward the door and then reached toward the hook in the hallway to get her keys. Jackson saw what she was doing, snatched the keys and held them over his head. She put her hands on her hips and considered how to go about this. “You’re grounded,” she said.
“Apparently, so are you,” he said. He walked to the door himself, took the keys and tossed them on the roof. He walked back into the apartment.
“That was very immature, young man.”
“And you running back to Mark IS mature? Quit trying to act like you’re the grown-up.”
“YOU quit trying to act like you’re the grown-up!” She was frustrated now. She had been drawn into a childish argument. She had once gone to a single mom’s support group. This was the sort of thing the mom was not supposed to do. She needed to reassert herself as the calm, rational adult. “Okay, we’re both upset. Let’s calm down and talk it through.” She sat at the table and took his hand when he sat. Lord, it was a big hand for a young boy.
Jackson thought about how tiny his mom’s hand felt in his. It was as small as Patty’s. Smaller than some of the girls he’d been with. She needed someone big and strong to protect her. He had to convince her that she was the most beautiful woman in the world and she didn’t have to go running to some jerk who would tell her she was beautiful and then treat her like shit. He knew his mom was upset, but he was amazed at how warm her hand felt in his. He looked at her with his brown eyes, the eyes he knew she loved. “I love you, Mom,” he said for the second time in a few minutes. His voice sounded a little deeper than normal; it kind of rattled in his chest.
His voice was so deep now; Marti couldn’t believe the way the bass dropped in when he was being sincere. The way he said he loved her sounded… that was ridiculous! “I love you too, sweetie.”
He heard the little bit of breathiness in her voice, and it befuddled him. They had started at the easiest place, saying the one thing they both knew to be true beyond all truths. Now, somehow that had become complicated. “Don’t ever talk to him again, please. He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t love you. He just wants to be with you for a while because you’re so hot.”
“Hot? Did you just call your mother hot?” She laughed a little. She also blushed bright red.
“Jeez, Mom. You’re not even thirty-two yet. When did you start thinking that you’d stopped being a gorgeous girl?”
“Jackson, this… maybe we shouldn’t talk about that.”
“You wanted us to sit down and talk about what is on our minds. Here’s what I think. You keep going with these guys because you’re lonely and because you want someone to tell you how sexy you are.”
“Jackson!” She turned away from his brown eyes. They were as devastating as she always joked about them being, and they looked too much like the eyes of the man who had been the first to make her feel a fire inside; he’d also been the first to abandon her. Now, his son’s eyes were appraising her looks and finding them “hot” and “sexy.”
Jackson didn’t know how to bullshit girls, but when he was sexually frank with the girls he had gone out with, they had liked it. “Mom, you’re young and you have a beautiful face and a tight little body. You take care of it all the time. God, when you wear your yoga pants and work out… I have to leave the room because your body is so incredible.” She had to admit that she had noticed that. She had even thought she should stop, but for some reason she never quite got around to that. Then he hit her with another bombshell. “You keep working out like that and you’re going to be a hot little piece of ass for another forty years or so.”
Marti’s mouth opened to scold him for his ridiculous comment, but the eyes stopped her. He was sincere, if a little clumsy in his choice of words. “I-you—thank you, Jackson.” How could she make him understand how complicated it was? She knew he’d had a few little girlfriends, but how could he understand about the need a woman has for more than the mere acknowledgement that she was still attractive? “Tight little body?” she asked.
“You could bounce a dime off your ass.”
“Okay, now you’re just trying to provoke me.”
“Is provoke another way of saying turn you on?”
“It’s another way of saying you’re trying to piss me off, Jackson!”
“I’m not trying to do that,” he said sadly.
“Then what are you trying to do?”
“Mom, I love you, and I’m going to do whatever I have to so that you don’t go out that door and let him hurt you again.”
“Well, then you’re going about it the wrong way. If you get me turned on, it only makes it worse. Shit, Jackson, I have desires besides just being told I’m pretty! God dammit, I miss having a strong man inside me!” There, she said it. He was young, but he would get that. She had to go to Mark. She had to be held and taken. She wanted a man to lose control over her and pin her to a bed as he ravished her and fucked her. She had told Jackson that so he would let her go to Mark. That was the reason she said it, right? She couldn’t have had another reason for saying that, could she?
Jackson’s assessed what she’d just said. He reached a simple conclusion, the type he usually reached, and moved forward from there. His calm, deep voice as he spoke was clearly unnerving to his mother, but he could tell it was unnerving in the right way. Turning girls on, he understood. “I’m bigger than him,” he rose to his feet and towered over her. “I’m stronger than him. I know from the way you look at me sometimes that you think I’m better-looking than him, too.” He knelt at the foot of her chair. “And I DO love you. There’s nothing he can do to you that I can’t do better.”
“Jackson, the way you’re looking at me frightens me!” He didn’t turn away. “Please, baby, stop looking at me like that.”
“I’ll stay with you as long as you need me, Mom. You won’t have to run around looking for something that’s less than what you deserve. When you find the right guy who loves you, I’ll go back to girls my age.”
“Stop! Stop everything! We can’t. You’re just a boy. You don’t even really know what it is we’re talking about.”
“Hell, I’ve fucked girls before, Mom. Never one I loved, though. That would be so much better. And because I love you, it would be the right thing instead of the wrong thing.”
“You—you’ve been with girls?”
“I’ve had five this year. I think I’m pretty good at it, but I bet you could teach me more. Imagine what I’d be if a grown woman who loved me taught me how to make love to a girl? I’ve kind of been just like the losers you’ve gone out with. I see how bad I’ve been, but you could make me into something worthwhile.” He looked at her with a genuine love for her in his eyes. It was too much for her. She couldn’t bear to look into his devastating eyes for another second.
“Enough!” she cried and rose from her chair to move away from those eyes. She realized in an instant that she had made a terrible mistake. Jackson had felt how vulnerable she was in his arms. He swept her up into his arms and began to carry her toward her bed. “Please, baby, no!” she whispered helplessly. She should have fought harder. She should have screamed. She should have scratched and kicked, but she had never struck her boy, and she couldn’t hurt him now. Not when he was looking at her like that. Not when she wanted him to look at her like that. “Oh, Jackson, please.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, and I love you,” he said as he laid her down on the bed.
“Baby, n—“ her limp protest was cut off by his lips on hers. His tongue was in her mouth, and her hands were in his hair. “You’re so big and strong,” she said when he broke the kiss. She reached to touch his cheek and look into his eyes. She was undone. But she was going to try and resist, not for herself, but for him. “This has to stop,” she said. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue quickly in and out of the mouth she didn’t realize she had been opening to him at each kiss. Her tongue reached for his, and slid into the mouth he knew he had opened for her.
She pushed hard at his chest, and he didn’t move at all. “I love you,” he said in that damned deep voice of his. He sank his weight down on her just a bit more. Her legs instinctively spread slightly and her dress slid up from her hips. He readjusted, and his hips slid over the hem of the dress, allowing him to press them against her aroused pussy. She tried to push him away with her hands again, but he took them in his and pinned them to the bed. He was so much stronger than her that he could control her without straining or causing him to lose control and cause her pain. She couldn’t stop him from holding her down.
She squirmed her hips to get away from the presence of him pushing against her sex. That caused her to slide her warmest place against the front of his shorts several times, and she could feel that he was aroused from it. She stopped squirming, but her hips subconsciously rose up and down. Her body was responding to his. Her body wanted him on top of her, holding her down to the bed.
“Holy hell,” she whispered. She wanted him to just do it, to just manhandle her and take her. If he had been a man, she would have provoked him into doing it. She couldn’t make Jackson do it, though. She would have had to make him lose control. She couldn’t allow her boy to become the predator. She wanted him to grow into something better, a man who took only what was happily given. “Yes, Jackson. I want you to be the strong one.” She opened her eyes and took in his beautiful face. “Be strong for me.”
Jackson had done the only thing he could think of. He had told her the truth and led with his heart, and with the body he now knew she wanted. He was taking another girl, but he wasn’t breaking his promise to Patty. He was willing to stick this one out. Mom’s eyes were so beautiful as they looked at him in adoration, her breasts were so full, her hips so tiny but curved so much more than any he had ever known. This was a very beautiful woman, and a loving one. He buried his face in the cleavage her tight little dress had been going to offer to yet another loser but now offered to a boy who strove to be much more than that weak man would ever be. He kissed her there and pulled the straps off of her shoulders. He kissed her slender shoulders and neck as she stroked his messy hair. “Show me your beautiful body, Mom.”
“Maybe you should call me Marti.”
“That’s not who you are to me. You’re my mom. The only person I really love in the whole world, and I want to see every bit of you.” That last bit, he said in a voice he barely recognized as his own. He never told girls what to do, but Mom wanted him to be the strong one.
Marti threw her arms around him and held him tight. Then, she rose from the bed and did as he had asked, almost ordered. She would surrender to his desire; her desire. She had admitted that it was what she wanted. Their love mattered. Their desire mattered. The rest… simply didn’t make a difference anymore. She slid from her dress and her slip. She cast her high heels to the side and then let loose her bra. Her full breasts tumbled free. Jackson looked at her in wonder. He had none of the greed her other lovers had shown looking at her body. He just loved it. She didn’t hesitate to remove her panties and show him her clean-shaven pubis. The corners of his mouth rose and he chuckled a bit. “What?” she asked, finding that she smiled a little in response to his sheepish grin.
“When I did this with Patty, I was worried she might not have any hair. Now…”
“Well, you did say I was young, baby.” She leaned down and kissed him. Her surrender to passion had freed her to smile again. Jackson was going to be a wonderful lover, and she adored him. This could be beautiful, caring… and fun. Her son’s strong hand took her hip and turned her so that her tight bottom faced him.
“Wow! That is an incredible ass!” He knew she worked hard for that ass, and he loved the way her eyes lit up as she looked down at him over her shoulder. He ran his fingers over her bottom for a while. “Wow!” he said again.
“I want to see you, now, baby. Please,” she added girlishly. Jackson knelt up on the bed and pulled off his shirt. His chest and shoulders were broad for his age. They were actually broader than many of the men she had known, and she had preferred big guys. He heard his mother catch her breath. She had seen him without a shirt in the past week or so, but she had never LOOKED at him for more than a few seconds. Now she saw her manchild, knowing how strong his arms were and how good they felt around her when he swept her up in them. He paused to gaze into her eyes as she studied him. She finally blushed a bit and gave her blonde hair a girlish little twist with a finger. He loosened his shorts and pushed both the shorts and his boxers down to the bed. He kicked out of the baggy clothing with little effort. “Oh, holy hell,” she said, seeing him freed from the boxers. “Not since your dad, baby.” She said, not needing to explain exactly what she meant.
Jackson held his arms out to her and she knelt on the bed and let him wrap her in his long arms. Jackson felt her big warm tits push against him, and immediately lowered his mouth to take them between his lips. Young girls liked having their tits played with and sucked, sometimes just for a new experience, sometimes as a way to build their courage before moving on. So, Jackson figured he had lots of experience with this part. He sucked and nipped and teased with his lips and tongue. He pulled his mouth off of her and gazed right into her blue eyes as he pinched and teased them with his fingers. “Don’t pinch me so much, baby. I like to have them scooped up and sucked.” He brought his big hands beneath her breasts, lifted them and then took her entire areolae in his mouth, each in turn. He made full massaging motions of her big tits and even pressed them together. “Holy hell,” she whispered, “your hands are so big and strong.” This was kind of new for him after all. The breasts he’d “held” had been mostly too small to actually hold.
He pushed her back down to the bed and positioned himself over her. “Baby, you ALWAYS, ALWAYS have to ask about condoms, or just wear them without asking.”
“I only did it once without a condom. She was a virgin.”
“Oh, honey, did you…?”
“I pulled out. She finished me with her hands.”
“Still… Never again without being absolutely safe, okay?”
“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll go get a condom.”
“Jackson, you’re POSITIVE she was a virgin?”
“Absolutely… I uh, popped her cherry.”
“Was she okay? You’re pretty big!”
“She liked the fucking, Mom. She cried when I left, though. I’ll never do that again. I’ll only have sex with someone that I want to stay with.”
“Good, good boy.”
“Mom, this is kind of a mood killer.”
“I’ll try to pep you up again. I got tested when I found out Mark cheated, and I’m clean and on the pill. We have to tell each other if we’re ever with anyone else, but you can make love to me without a condom.”
“Here’s another little pick-me-up,” she said and slid down between his legs. She pulled him down between her big tits and squeezed them around his cock. “Go ahead, baby.” Jackson couldn’t believe how warm he felt in the embrace of his mother’s tits. He thrust gently to and fro, and anything that had detracted from his desire was washed away. She released him after a little while and slid down even further on the bed. She kissed his scrotum and jacked the tip of his shaft gently while she did something he had never even imagined a girl doing. She rubbed the tip of her adorable little nose on the underside of his cock. Jackson gasped and then groaned with a ferocious desire. Mom wasn’t just picking him up; she was firing him up. Jackson could read some things. Mom was turned on, and she wanted to have it given to her pretty hard. She kept teasing him and then slid up slowly, trailing her tongue along the length of his cock and holding onto it as she continued upward, letting her tits and belly graze him; then her bald pussy pressed against him, bathing him in heat. Finally, she stopped sliding upward and pressed the head of his cock to her pussy’s slick opening.
Jackson had expected to find this experience different. He had not been disappointed in that regard. He was surprised, but definitely not disappointed, when he found a striking similarity between his mom and the young girls he had taken. When he pushed into her, it was a remarkably tight fit! She was a grown woman, a mother, but she was tiny, and he was big. “Oh, God, it feels so good!” he cried as he worked his way into her tight little space.
“Fuck!” she cried as he bottomed out in her. “Sorry, honey.”
“Mom, kids cuss all the time when they fuck.”
“Good, I kind of like to, too. Go ahead and fuck me, baby.”
“What a tight young pussy!” he cried as he began. He was rewarded with a girlish giggle. He had said she was young. “You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped in admiration.
“Guess I will be for another forty years!” she cried and wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her heels up to his ass. They lost the playful glee, then. She had gotten him very fired up, and now he had a place to release that emotion. He poured his lust into her. “Yes, Jackson! Yes, hard like that! Holy hell! Holy hell!”
He was glad that was what she wanted, because he couldn’t have gone at her any other way after what she had done to his cock. Fucking your first grown woman is a pretty big thrill to begin with; then there was that one other little fact. The tight pussy on his cock was his mother’s. Jackson still remembered what had brought him here. He was protecting her from her own bad decision-making by giving her sexual satisfaction. But he was already becoming certain he could do it. She was wet and moved constantly, finding ways to let his cock touch every little bit of her warm recess. “Great little fuck!” he cried.
“Hammer me! Fuck me hard! I need it!”
“God, you’re horny, Mom!”
“You have no idea, baby!” she said with a little bit of a grunt as he slammed into her again. He continued to pour it on and she was amazed at how full he made her again and again.
He was surprised to find that the mother who had never struck him in his entire life had less restraint when it came to biting him. She left a hickey on his chest and once turned and sunk her teeth playfully into his bicep. Each little kink turned him on more and more. He was going harder than he had ever gone before, and the tiny woman beneath him seemed able to take it without any ill effects. Girls, even girls quite a bit bigger than her would have been asking him to take it easy, but she handled it without hesitation. He worried that he might not be doing enough. Maybe grown men did something he didn’t know how to do. Maybe she wasn’t all that turned on.
“Holy hell! Holy hell! Already?” she muttered. The “already” wasn’t for him. He wasn’t quite there yet. She moaned and then began bucking her hips into him thrashing side to side with her torso, sending her big tits to and fro. “AIIII-EEEE!” she cried and released warm liquids from her tight pussy.
Jackson WAS giving her what she needed! He had made her cum, and she was wild about it. As the throes continued to pass through her body, she brought her tiny fist down on his shoulder blade a few times and then bit into his bicep a little. None of it was painful for him, but it seemed entirely involuntary on her part. Jackson loved that feeling. He had made Patty react with involuntary squeaks, but he now found that he had pleasured this beautiful and experienced woman to the point that she was physically incapable of controlling her actions. He had always felt a little strong, but now he felt like he could take on entire armies. “Take that, you fucking losers!” he shouted in a combination of glee and a release of anger. “Nobody fucks her like me!”
“Nobody fucks me like you, baby!” she cried in answer. “Nobody!” Jackson felt the spasms begin as his cum rolled and bounced its way toward its destination. He sent jet after jet of cum into his mother’s tight pussy. “Oh yes, baby. Oh yes, give me that. I want that from you.”
He rolled off of her and lay on his back, grinning. He had done it and pleased her. She wasn’t going out tonight, or any night soon. Not when she knew he was there and willing to give her what she needed. “Do you need more?” he asked. “I can go again.”
She breathed heavily. “That was more than a girl NEEDS,” she said. “But a girl can WANT some more, if the boy does.”
“He wants. He wants.” Jackson assured her.
“Jackson… the crazy stuff didn’t throw you at all did it?”
“Oh, God, Mom. I love the crazy stuff. It doesn’t scare me. It turns me on when I get you crazy.” He thought for a second. “It means I’m doing it good, right?”
“You were doing it good, Jackson. You were doing ME good.”
“I love you, Mom. I will always love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He liked the way they said it now. It had been complicated for a few minutes, but it was easy again now. His mom was quiet for a bit; Jackson had thought they would start again right away, but she was thinking. She rolled up and traced her fingers across his chest. “Jackson, baby, you liked the crazy stuff… So, I’m wondering… is there anything that would turn you off?”
“Patty said something about ‘Don’t hurt me on purpose.’ I can’t imagine why anyone would hurt a girl on purpose, but I think somebody did something mean to her tits that hurt her, and he meant it to hurt. That kind of thing would turn me off.”
He was such a good boy, gentle in the right ways, a little rough in the right ways, too. She wanted now to lead him to something a bit rougher. She trusted him more than any lover she’d ever had. “But you took her virginity… Patty was that girl, right?” She waited until he nodded. “That had to hurt some.”
“But I didn’t want it to. I hoped it didn’t, but it was just part of what we were doing. Part of what she wanted me to do with her.”
“Exactly. Jackson, I want to do something that is gonna hurt for me for a just a little bit and then it will turn me on. Can you do that?”
“I think so. What is it, Mom?”
“You really turned me on with the way you love my ass. I let a guy fuck me in the ass a couple times, but it’s been about ten years, and I haven’t found anyone else I trusted to do it. So if—“
“Hell yes!” he interrupted. “Tell me what to do.” Marti bounded up, practically skipped to her bureau and rummaged around to find some of her favorite massage oil. She put some in her palm and massaged Jackson’s cock back to full size and then put some on his fingers and guided them to her as she knelt on the bed. He got the meaning. He could be thick, but he wasn’t stupid. He slid a big greasy finger into of her ass. “This is even tighter!”
“Ohhhh! That feels good to have warm flesh in there, though. Work some more oil in there, Jackson. Then just line up and go really slow to start. Once I work you in, you can cut loose.” Jackson did as he was told, barely able to control his anxious fingers. Her ass was so gorgeously shaped and so very tightly toned. Any man would be incredibly turned on to know that he was going to get that ass. But Jackson wasn’t any man. He was a loving thirteen-year-old son who was going to fuck the beautiful mother he adored in the ass. “Do it, baby,” she said softly, crawling over, standing on the floor, and leaning down to put her hands on the edge of the bed.
Jackson moved behind her and lined his greasy cock up with the well-lubricated asshole. He pushed ever so slowly forward, grasping her by the hips. It was so tight, and her muscles so toned, that even with all the oil he almost felt his erection turned aside at the entrance. But he managed to get the head past the incredibly toned muscles. “Oh, holy hell! Ow!” she groaned. Jackson began to pull back, and his mother realized that her words had led him to believe he was injuring her. She panicked for a second and pushed back onto him, taking him halfway in very quickly. “Holy hell! Holy hell! Push it the rest of the way!” Jackson grabbed the curve of his mother’s hips and drove forward. He could not believe the way it gripped him equally—everywhere. He was all the way in, now. He didn’t move. He figured it was like breaking a virgin. He should let her adjust. “I’m good, baby,” she said softly.
Jackson began to drive her then. She had said to cut loose once she was ready. He did just that. There couldn’t be much hope for technique here. He just let his hips fly as he held hers tightly in his big hands. After a few seconds, she was gripping the edge of the sheet, trying desperately to hold on. The sheet pulled right off the bed, and she had to cast it aside. She was standing bent over with nothing to hold her in place.
When he just held her hips and pounded, her tiny body whipped around more than he thought could be fun for her. He knew if he took her back to the bed she would just lose her grip again. Jackson stayed inside her and looked around. He steered her toward the door with the long dressing mirror. He pressed her up against it and took her that way. “Fuck me like this! Fuck me like this!” she cried, seemingly very excited to be held in place between his big body and the solid door. Jackson caught a few glimpses of her face in the mirror, and she looked turned on. Soon, the mirror was too fogged up to see her in it, and he had to trust to her moans and the way her hands flexed as she pressed them to the door above the mirror. He hoped that she didn’t want to be fucked like this for a long time… because there was just no way could keep from cumming in her tight ass. Maybe he could learn how to do better later.
“I’m gonna cum, Mom!”
“I want that. I want you to give that to me, baby!” Jackson kept going until he felt the rolling and tugging sensation of his semen climbing his shaft. He felt it erupt in to her asshole. Some instinct kept him going, and he got to enjoy a few sloshy thrills as his cum lubricated his own cock while he slid up and down a few more times. This was new, and incredible! His young cock surprisingly got hard again before he had ever slid from the tight little ass that squeezed him so firmly. Now he could give her more of this. “Holy hell! Incredible,” she whispered.
Jackson knew women’s cum came from their pussies, but there was no way Mom could reach hers when he had pinned to the door with her hands up high. He slid his hand around in front of her and gave her something to push her pussy against. She found a way to wiggle her pussy against his big middle finger as he continued pushing into her ass. She had been so turned on already that it didn’t take her very long for her to lose control, but he had her trapped so tightly that there was nowhere for her body to go. Her mind and mouth created another way to cut loose. “Fuck my little ass, baby! Nobody but you!” She continued to let her words be the vehicle for her wild side as she grunted short little exclamations. “So fucking big… in my tight little ass… Jackson’s little girlfriend… I love Jackson… Fuck my ass!” Then she gave her high pitched scream and began to tremble. “AIEEEEEE!” Jackson kept going, so did she. “AIEEEEEE!” She stopped trembling and sank to the floor, letting him slide out of her.
She sat on the floor and quickly grabbed his greasy cock, jacking it hard until he was groaning and straining as his body reached down to try and find its third orgasm of the evening. “Cum on me, Jackson! Your little girlfriend does anything for you!” Jackson slammed both hands to the door above the mirror, splitting the old wooden door lengthwise, but not knocking it off the hinges. The screws for the mirror held the door together. “Cum on your little girlfriend, Jackson!” Jackson let forth with everything he had left, and it sent several streams of thin runny cum down onto her beautiful face. She gently stroked his cock and looked up at him, touching him tenderly and massaging his tired thighs. “I am your little girl, Jackson Taylor. You are the fiercest lover I ever had. Take me whenever you want. I love you. I will always love you.” Then she smiled. “Holy hell, baby. You broke Uncle Rod’s door!”
“I guess I’m grounded,” he said, sinking to his knees. He kissed her. “Mom, you don’t have to call yourself my little girlfriend to fire me up. You could just smile and I’d be turned on.”
“It turns me on to be that way for you. Is it too much, baby?” She put her arms around him and looked into the eyes that no longer devastated her. They just made her feel beautiful.
“Well… I kind of love it. I just didn’t want to have you doing it just for me. But, I never had a real girlfriend. Could you please really be my girl, and let me love you and take care of you?”
“I want that so much, Jackson. I love the good man you’re becoming. So… for now, for a long time, maybe, I want to be your little girlfriend, and for once in my life have someone who really loves me for a boyfriend.”
He kissed her again. “As long as you need me… but I won’t ever keep you from a real good guy… and we’ll find you one, Mom.” They held each other and didn’t move.
“Holy hell,” she whispered after she had spent a good long time in his arms. “I’m so happy.” She smiled and cried all at once. Jackson knew girls did that sometimes. Maybe he’d made too many cry, and not enough of them smile. He would change that, because he thought nice little girls deserved to be treated the way he treated his nice little mom.
“I’m happy, too, Mom. You’re helping me grow up, and at the same time, I’m making love to a beautiful young girl.”
It was time to get off of the floor and move to the bed. Marti tried to stand, but her legs wouldn’t obey her. “Baby, pick me up.” Jackson scooped the tiny and exhausted woman into his arms. She kissed him and rested her head against the base of his neck. It felt more like he was a father and she was a child he was carrying to get tucked in.
But he didn’t take her to the bed. He took her to the bathtub and gave her a gentle bath, refusing her attempts to minister to him in return. “My girlfriends are always going to be treated nice,” he said. “And my mom is going to be treated nice, too.” He pampered her for a long time and then quickly washed himself as she dried off. She dried him gently and kissed him, reaching up and throwing her arms around his neck.
He scooped up his tiny mother and finally carried her back to her bed. He curled in next to her and held her in his big arms. The next time they made love it was gentle, and she helped him learn the really nice words to say to a girl during sweet lovemaking. The hundred other times they took to her bed were each unique and wonderful in their own way, and she taught him everything she thought his girlfriends would want him to know.
Jackson broke things off less than a year later, but for the only reason he ever would have ended it. He had noticed that Mr. Cortez, his history teacher and offensive line coach on the middle school football team, had always given his mom an extra glance or two when she was in the stands; but who wouldn’t? It wasn’t until eighth grade spring parent teacher conferences that he noticed the little signs that he had come to recognize as his mother getting turned on. She loved having any excuse to speak to the hulking man. Jackson practically pushed her into his favorite coach’s arms and never once regretted it. Cortez was a good guy, and Jackson liked, respected and trusted him.
His own love life wasn’t quite as simple, but he finally managed to convince Patty that she wasn’t running back to a loser. He asked her out on proper dates and promised her that he would not even ask for sex for six months if she would just let him stay with her. The agreement didn’t preclude her asking him for sex, however, and their chastity only lasted five weeks.
As Jackson and Patty finished their first passionate lovemaking session in over a year, he rolled to his back and pulled his beautiful Patty on top of his chest. The now slightly bustier girl looked into his kind brown eyes. “Jax, somebody’s been teaching you. She knew naughty things AND nice things,” she said, not angrily. She was impressed at how much better he met her needs, both in the way he read her body and in the way he could see into her heart.
“I saw somebody else for quite a while,” he said. “She taught me how to respect girls—actually, I started thinking about the right way to treat girls after our first time. You deserved better than what I was.”
“This other girl… anybody I know?”
“She doesn’t go to school here, and it might cause her some embarrassment if it ever got out. She was a little older.”
“Okay. I won’t push it. Jax? That thing you did with the little kind of twirl and then the fast and slow—you know what I mean, right?”
“Can… can we do that again?”
“Sure, Beautiful Patty.” He kissed her. “I love you, little girlfriend.”
“Oh, Jax,” she sighed. “I love you something awful.” He started in on the trick he had learned from a tiny girl he loved and who loved him in return. “Holy hell!” cried the other tiny girl he loved and who loved him in return. “Holy hell!”
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