Chapter 2
"Are you crazy!"
"No. I showed you my hair. Now, it's your turn."
"I didn't ask you to show me yours. Besides, you only got a couple."
"I suppose you've got more."
"Lot more. Your pussy is near naked compared to the hair I got."
Mary Ann scooted up to a sitting position and grinned at him. "Prove it."
Her eyes dropped to the tent in his towel. The itch inside her panties was getting unbearable. She felt so hot that her cheeks burned.
"No."
"Chicken."
"I am not. I just don't have to," Bobby exclaimed.
"You're afraid to." She hit the mark. He flinched at her accusation.
Mary Ann glared at him haughtily.
"All right. I'll show you," he said quietly.
His hand picked up the edge of the towel and lifted it. Mary Ann's eyes widened in expectation and then even wider when the dark purple head and white shaft of his cock were suddenly exposed. She sucked her breath in sharply and squirmed. She was suddenly all damp and hot between her legs.
"It's beautiful!" she whispered. He started to lower the towel and she caught his hand. "No! Wait!"
"What'cha staring at so hard?" His voice was a little hoarse.
"I never saw one-so close. It's standing up so straight and hard. Is that a hard-on?" Her eyes flicked up to his briefly.
"Yeah," he confessed softly. "
"Did I make it get that way?" Her voice was getting husky and strained.
"No. Of course not."
Mary Ann looked into his eyes and smiled. "I think I did, and you know what?" "
"What?"
"It makes me feel all warm and tingly seeing it like that." Her eyes went back to his lap. "Can I touch it?"
"Huh?"
"I said can I touch it." Her hand was in motion.
Before he could answer, her little fingers brushed the sensitive flesh of his prick and the boy gasped in shock.
"Did it hurt?" She jerked her hand back an inch. "N-no."
"Oooooooh, it's moving with your heart beat."
She touched it again, running her fingers down the side. "It's so hot!"
Bobby's soft groan made her look to his face.
His eyes were slits and he was breathing faster.
"Touch mine." The request was a mere whisper. His eyes opened and he looked down.
Mary Ann opened her legs. Her fingers ran all over his cock, exploring its surface. His hand moved slowly, and she watched it slide across her leg and up her thigh. His fingers brushed the cotton crotch and a wave of heat shot through her;
"Ooooooh, Bobby!" she moaned.
He pushed the cloth into the crevice between the firm fleshy lips and rubbed gently. Mary Ann shivered with the sensations that were throbbing through her young body.
"Oh, Bobby! It feels so much better when you do it!" Her voice was a hoarse rasp.
"Put your fingers around my cock and move them up and down like that:' he instructed.
"Is that what you call it?" Her eyes opened a little and she looked down at the column of flesh.
"Um-hm, Yeah, like that!" He twisted a little to give her better access.
Mary Ann slumped a little, opening her legs wider. Her free fingers came up and pulled the crotch of her panties aside.
"It's only fair that you get to touch mine too." Bobby looked at the almost bare, white lips of her pussy, then touched it lightly. The girl shuddered and pulled the panties farther aside. His finger dipped into the fold and found it damp and slippery.
"Oh, yess!" the girl hissed as he stroked her little button. "Oh! Oh!" Suddenly, she was trembling and jerking.
"Did you come, already?" he asked.
"Um-hm, but don't stop." Her fingers tugged and caressed his cock as his fingers stirred her slit to another climax.
"Faster! Faster!" he gasped as she came the third time.
Mary Ann opened her eyes and watched him.
His eyes were clamped shut and his mouth hung open just like the night that she had seen him in the living room. She moved her hand faster and watched his cock. It seemed to swell even more and then he groaned and jerked. His cock jerked in her small hand and white fluid spurted from the tiny slit in the end. It splashed on her hand and arm and she gasped when she felt how hot it was.
With each spurt, Bobby jerked and groaned.
Finally, a little dribbled out and he fell back onto the bed, panting. His cock slid from the girl's hand. Pulling her hand back, she studied the thick white fluid. A strange, not unpleasant odor reached her nostrils.
"Mom?" A familiar voice snatched Mary Ann's mind back to the present. She blinked her eyes and looked toward the door. Joey stood there looking at her in the semi-darkness. He wore only his jockey shorts.
"You all right, Mom?" He stepped to her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Just fine. Why?"
"I went to the bathroom and coming back I looked in your bed and when you weren't there, I came looking for you. I spoke to you three times. n "I'm sorry. I was deep in thought:' She smiled up at him, suddenly aware of how close he was.
"Thinking about Dad again?" His hand was on her hair and he stroked it. Just like Ed had done so many times.
Mary Ann felt weakness creep into her bones.
"No. About when I was ,a little girl and your Uncle Bobby."
"Couldn't you sleep?" He was beginning to feel a little awkward standing there in his underwear.
"No. Too hot. Good thing tomorrow is Saturday. I'd hate to have to go to work on no sleep." Her arm slipped around his waist. His back felt so smooth and muscular.
"Yeah." His discomfort was beginning to show. "It just struck me how much you look like Bobby when he was your age." Her eyes studied the boy's face.
Letting her forehead drop against his hard belly, she was silent for a moment. Her eyes focused on the bulge in the front of his shorts. It was smaller than earlier when she had been in his room, but it was having no less of an effect.
"Has it been hard on you, having no father?"
His belly was flexing slowly with his breathing as she spoke.
"I guess a little but I've got you." His other hand touched her hair.
Mary Ann squeezed his waist in response and let out her breath in a sharp sigh. He flinched as her warm breath wafted across his crotch. She saw the bulge of his cock pulse and she was sure that it was growing.
His belly seemed to burn against her forehead.
Some sort of electricity was flowing between them at the point of contact. Her arm gripped tighter. Her eyes focused on his cotton-concealed cock and it pulsed again. Every time she looked down at that bulge and thought about it for a moment, it pulsed and seemed to grow a little.
"Morn?" His voice was raspy like he needed to clear his throat. "What were you thinking. about?"
Without looking up at his face, she smiled and traced a circle on his flat belly with her finger nail. His stomach muscles flexed. "About how much I love you."
"Hey, that's funny."
Mary Ann pulled her head back and looked up at him. "What?" "
"That was the same thing I was thinking." His-smile was broad, showing his white even teeth.
Returning his smile, she hugged him again and pressed her cheek to the warm skin of his belly.
"Still not sleepy?" he asked; .
She could hear his heart beat as she shook her head against him. Are you uncomfortable?" Her breath moved the fine light hair on his belly as she spoke.
"A little."
"Want to go back to bed?" She held her breath, waiting for his answer.
"I'd rather cuddle with you and talk."
His reply pleased her. An idea flashed into her head. An idea that made her shiver slightly.
"You can't be cold," he chided.
"No. Just a love shiver. Would you like to lie on the bed with me and talk." She heard his heartbeat quicken. "That is unless you think you are too big to sleep with your old mother."
He inhaled deeply and chuckled nervously. "I'm not too big and you're not too old."
Impulsively, she kissed his belly and carne to her feet smiling. "Come on then, Mother's little Boy, and let's go." .
Mary Ann was almost giddy as she led him through the house to her bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and fluffed a pillow up and leaned back on it. He seemed a little hesitant. She patted the bed beside her and waited. Finally, he lowered himself onto the bed beside her and leaned back on the other pillow.
"Now, what do we talk about?" Her hand found his and their fingers entwined.
"I don't know. Whatever you want?"
"Well, tell you what, we don't have to talk. We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company and if something comes to mind. we can talk. Okay?"
"Okay."
Mary Ann squeezed his hand and leaned her head back against the pillow and looked through the window. The crickets and Joey's breathing were the only sounds.
As she thought and listened. she noticed Joey's breathing becoming slower and more even. She looked and found his eyes closed. Slipping her hand out of his, she reached around him and pulled him to her. His eyes opened' for a moment and he smiled sleepily. , "Shhhh," Mary Ann commanded. His arm slid across her nylon-covered belly as she cuddled him to her. His cheek rested on the swell of her breast.
Her arm curved around his back, her hand resting on his hip. His warm breath played across her breast, stirring her' gown slightly. She stroked his hair lovingly with her other hand and then let it slide down onto his arm.
He slipped off into sleep and she listened and remembered. He stirred once or twice, his cock pressing against her hip. It felt like a brand against the swell of her flesh, only two layers of cloth away.
She felt her nipples hardening and the dampness forming once again between her thighs. Her little love button began to throb and she almost groaned. Hunger seemed to grate at every nerve.
She tried to force her mind elsewhere and almost succeeded. Then she felt the heat and the growing firmness of Joey's cock against her thigh. Her mind groaned. He was getting a hard-on.
It swelled and pulsed against her until she was biting her lower lip to contain herself. Her pussy was oozing her juices and her clit literally ached. Joey sighed in his sleep, shifting. His arm moved and suddenly his hand rested on her belly, his palm inches away from her damp pussy.
She studied his face. She was sure he was asleep.
For long minutes she was totally still, barely breathing, afraid that he would move away and equally afraid that his hand would slide down onto her throbbing core.
His cock throbbed and burned against her hip.
Then he started to move his hips, very slightly. His-cock rubbed up and down against her. Mary Ann knew that at any second she would lose control and either scream or rip his shorts off and plunge his cock in her cunt or her mouth.
That thought crossed her mind and she felt the tension snap like a taut piano string and she jerked as she came. A small one it was but none the less she had climaxed from a mere thought. The pleasure ebbed through her and she managed to remain still until it began to fade.
The boy's hips were still hunching, rubbing the underside of his swollen cock against her thigh. She listened to his breathing and gauged his passion by it. She wondered what he was dreaming. What fantasy was pouring through his young mind to cause the reaction.
Her arm tightened around him. Her hand slipped off his hip and cupped his hard buttocks. They flexed against her palm as he dry fucked, The rhythm of his hips and his ragged breathing told her that his dream would have to end or soon he would come m his shorts.
He didn't stop. Mary Ann held her breath and cuddled the boy closer. A shudder ran through him and she felt his cock throb against her. A grunt escaped his lips and then another. She felt his swollen cock pumping and she knew. Her teeth clamped down on her lower lip and she didn't breathe for several seconds. His hand left her belly and slid around her waist. He hugged her as the final shudder rattled his body.
"Oh, Mom!" he rasped,