It Never Happened–The Complete Story free porn video

Introduction: A very young boy experiences an unbelievable sex life. It Never Happened

It Never Happened
By Emerald Green

Warning
This little book is filled with sexual fantasy stories. Anyone too young to read such filth should leave right now. Also, anyone who would be offended by dirty words or descriptions of sexual acts should just close this book and go find something clean to read. If the thought of a child having sex is appalling to you let me say good-bye. Only minds unfettered by Puritanical mores should venture further within these pages.

Part I
It Started
I tried to do as she said but for years whenever I was not busy I would remember. I began a habit of keeping too busy to think about it. At last after a number of years I did forget about it but as my mother became old and was sure she was dying I remembered again. Her death took twenty years and many wondered how I could stay away and not visit my mother. I made excuses that I was busy and besides I would admit she never failed to make me feel guilty with remarks like, Im sure Im gonna die before you visit me again. But thats okay, youve got a life to live and all your mother has to do is die. To me that was not much encouragement to come to see her if all she did was to remind me of what an awful son I was being.
The thing that I had been encouraged to forget about had started when I was eleven and continued on and off until I was fourteen. When I was eleven my sister who was nineteen had left to go to California and my father had gone out of town for work, leaving me alone with my mother to take care of the farm. We didnt have much to take care of. We had two milk cows, a few laying hens, and from two to three hundred rabbits. This meant before school and after school chores which took about an hour each.
My sister, who had been a second mother to me, was not coming back. My dad usually came home every other week-end. Although those week-ends should have been happy occasions my parents often would get in loud shouting matches which I called fights. I never knew my father to strike my mother but on occasion she would hit him with thrown objects.
Sometime during that winter after I turned eleven, mother decided that in order to save money we would close off most of the house and not heat it. The part to close off included my bedroom. I would sleep with her like you did when you were a baby. She loved to read stories to me, and during the first few weeks, she joyously read to me. I would often fall asleep during her reading and the next night she would have to quiz me on what I remembered from the night before so she would know where to start reading again. This of course honed my memory for detail.
Then one day when I came home from school, I found mother lying on the couch with a damp cloth over her eyes. This was a signal that she was having a bad day and was not to be bothered. Without a word I quietly changed into my chore clothes and went out to milk the only fresh cow. Usually I was not asked to milk the cow because mother was afraid I would not milk the cow completely and thus cause her to go dry but I knew better than to bother mother when she was having a bad day. Before I had finished the milking, mother showed up to finish, So you wont cause her to go dry.
I went ahead with watering and feeding the rabbits, which took me about an hour. When finished I returned to the house to find that mother had prepared a simple dinner and I was told to change out of my dirty clothes and wash up. During dinner I did not talk because I knew mother was not feeling well. When I had finished eating I was told to clear the table, put things away, and leave the dishes in the sink. Ill get to them tomorrow, mother said before going off to bed.
It was turning cold outside so I made sure there was sufficient fuel in the furnace to heat the house most of the night. Figuring mother would not want me in her bed that night I turned on the heat to my room and went there to do some of my pencil drawings that I had been neglecting. About 9:30 I decided to go to bed since that was my normal bedtime. I was about to turn off the light when mother burst into my room and shouted at me to go downstairs and turn off the heat to my room and come to bed.
As was my habit when mother was upset I made no response and complied with her command. She continued to shout at me about costing us for the extra heat as I went down the hall and down the basement steps. When I came back upstairs I could see under my closed bedroom door that the light had been turned off so I went directly to mothers room where I found her in bed. You should not have stayed up so late, she said as I crawled under the covers beside her. Im not reading tonight, she said.
Thats okay, I said as she turned out the light.
I lay there unable to fall asleep for a while and when I was just about to do so, she called my name and asked if I was asleep.
No, I said.
I think I would feel better if you would lay your head on my breast like when you were little and hold me real tight. I rolled toward her and did as she requested. Although I felt her breast through her sheer nightgown against my cheek and ear, my right arm was about her waist, and my stomach and chest was pressed against her side, there was nothing sexual about the experience. I was comforting my sick mother. I soon fell asleep.
In the morning I awoke after mother had gotten up. When I sat down to the breakfast that mother had prepared, she said, It was nice of you to comfort me last night. I could think of nothing to say in response. It was unusual for mother to compliment me in this way.
Two or three days passed with mother not feeling well and with me falling asleep holding her. Then as suddenly as she had become ill she was well and feeling better than she had in a long time. She was singing as she was doing the housework when I arrived home from school. When I started to change into my chore clothes she called to me to forget about the chores because she had already taken care of everything but milking Pansy, the old milk cow, and she would go do that after she started dinner. Go be a boy tonight instead of a farm hand, she encouraged.
I went to my room where it was too cold to stay so I gathered up my drawing equipment and took it to the kitchen table. I would have preferred the dining room table but the dining room was in the part of the house that was closed off. I was attempting to sketch the human form, I could do mens chests, shoulders, and arms, but hands and faces were difficult to get in proper proportion. They always wanted to grow larger than they should. It seemed that the detail always required more space.
Mother came in with the bucket of milk. After pouring it in the cooling pan and placing it in the refrigerator to cool, she came and stood behind me. You need a model, she said as she went to the stove and lifted the pan-lid to check on the progress of our dinner. Turning toward me she said, If I was still as pretty as I was when I was young, Id pose for you.
I should have looked up and said she was still pretty to me but I continued to work on my sketch and said nothing to acknowledge her remark. I am sure that I triggered her reaction by not acknowledging her attempt to get a complement from me.
Soon she asked me to set my drawing aside so we would have room to eat dinner. Before we started to eat she asked me about my day at school. This was an unusual request and I could think of nothing to tell her about my day. It was just like any other day, I said.
Oh come on, you must have learned something new, she said as she placed my plate of food in front of me.
I read about Henry Hudson discovering the Hudson River, I said as I struggled to remember about what we covered in school. She sat in the chair opposite me.
Mother was silent for a time and I glanced at her. She seemed to be looking right through me as she ate. I had the thought that I could do or say anything and she would not notice. I chose to keep silent and wait for her. I was startled when she spoke again, asking, Do you have enough drawing equipment&hellip,paper and pencils?
Yeah, sure, I have all I need, I responded as I ate my last bite of food.
Mother cleared and wiped the table, saying, Go ahead and draw some more.
After about an hour, Mother called me to come to her room. I was ready for a break so I went to her room. When I entered her room I saw her standing at her dressing table looking at herself in the mirror. She was completely nude. I was a little surprised but she had dressed and changed clothes while I was in the same room so I was not seeing anything I had not seen before. She turned to face me and asked, Id still be rather attractive if I didnt have this spare tire around the middle, wouldnt I?
I looked her over, at first taking note of the extra weight around her waist. It did not look like a spare tire to me. I then looked at her breasts. They looked perfectly formed but then I had seen no others to compare them to. My eyes wondered down to the triangle of short curly blond hair that covered that part of a woman that I had never seen before. I had seen a few small girls who had no hair to cover them. In each case, I had only seen them briefly and I had not been able to study the details. And now that area that I had been curious about was hidden by a thick carpet of blond hair. I looked on down her legs and saw the curves that I assumed should be there. I looked to her face and saw the question she had asked of me. Yes, mother, you are attractive. You are the most beautiful woman I know.
Thank you sweetie, she said as she turned again to the mirror. While running her hands over her breasts, she stated, Bring your drawing tablet and pencils in here and draw me.
I had never had a model before. All of my drawings were attempts to make them look like pictures in magazines and books. Mother had propped up the pillows on the bed and now she rested back against them with her hips turned slightly. Her upper leg covered that part for which I had the greatest curiosity. I quickly sketched her outline and turned my attention to her breasts. My old problem with hands and faces suddenly caused her breasts to appear nearly twice as large as they should. I folded the page over to the back of the tablet and started over. This time I started with the breasts. After fifteen or so minutes of shaping and shading I was nearly satisfied that they looked like the real thing. I started to sketch in the rest of her body when she said, Let me see what youve got.
I turned the tablet so she could see. There was a moment of silence, and then she chuckled as she said, You are a man. I did not know at that time what she meant. She jumped up from the bed and put on her heavy bathrobe saying, Its too cold for this now. Well do it again when it is warmer. She then put her hands on both sides of my face and said, You wont show that to anyone. You wont tell anyone I have posed for you. Most of all you wont tell your dad. Im sure you know how to keep a secret as well as I do. Now, go take a bath and get ready for bed. Ive got a special story to tell you.
It seemed too early to go to bed but I did what she said without question. After scrubbing all over I sat in the warm water casually playing with myself as I thought about drawing pictures of my mother. From my earliest memories I remembered mother telling me not to play with myself but at times like this I could not resist. Suddenly the door burst open and mother came in saying, I got to pee, couldnt wait.
I tried to cover myself as she sat on the toilet behind me. I heard the gush of her pee and I noted that women peed differently from men. I hunched forward to try to cover what I had been doing. Playing with yourself again? she asked.
I knew better than to deny it but I could not bring myself to admit it.
She surprised me when she said, Just dont do it too often and dont hurt yourself.
I glance up and saw her looking down at me. She smiled and added, Now finish up and come to bed. Ive got a special story to tell you.
I was not thinking of her special story, I was still stuck trying to interpret her previous statement. She had just given me permission to play with myself but how often is too often and how does one hurt himself? Remember I was only eleven. Playing with myself meant enjoying the feelings but I had never experienced the feelings of an orgasm, although looking back I had come close.
Part II
A Special Story
After drying off I put on my pajamas. No matter what I did I could not conceal the erection that did not want to go down. My pajamas were tented out and I knew that mother would notice. I waited, hoping that time would bring about the desired result. Mother called from her room, Whats keeping you?
Be right there, I called as I concentrated on combing my hair, hoping that by doing so the pole would go limp. No luck. I decided to just ignore it and pretend it was not there. If mother noticed she said nothing and I soon had my problem concealed under the covers of her bed.
After turning out the light, mother settled in beside me and said, Well now, I promised you a special story so I best get started. This is a special story Im sharing just with you and I dont want you telling it to anyone. Okay, now promise me you wont ever tell anyone this story.
I promise, I responded.
Ive never told this to anyone so you see how special you are to me. I want you to promise again that you will never tell anyone this story. I hesitated a few moments and she said, Promise or I wont tell you. The tone of her voice seemed severe.
I promise I will never tell anyone about this story, I said with full intention to never repeat a word of mothers special story.
Okay then, when I started school I was not yet allowed to ride horse-back. My dad had allowed his boys to ride their ponies when they were six but we girls were not allowed to ride until we were sixteen. And even then we were not allowed to ride astride until after marriage, we had to ride side saddle.
Your Uncle Harold was the oldest and I was second oldest of us kids. He was a little more than three years older than me and then Stephen was three years younger than me. Harold rode bareback on his horse to school across country. By road it was about six miles but from our house across country to school was only a little more than a mile. The trail did lead down into a deep ravine and up the other side before going through a small grove of trees, then through a gate in the school yard fence where the horses were allowed to graze while we were in school.
My first day of school, I was dressed up in my new dress and dad lifted me up, seating me sideways in front of Harold, who was told to hold onto me tight. He rode bareback with no reigns and controlled his horse with his legs so his hands were free to hold onto me. He supported my back with his right arm while encircling me in his arms. I felt very secure there in his arms.
Your grandfather taught his boys that they had one paramount goal in life and that was to protect the people, especially the women, in their lives. They had to be protected from the accidents of nature such as falling. They had to be protected from the un-Christian heathen who attacked in unspeakable ways. And at last they had to be protected from bad habits.
Your Uncle Harold was always small for his age. Although older than me he was never taller than me. But he was strong, stronger than boys twice his size. He never started fights but he always finished them. Ive seen him take a punch that would knock anyone else flat, then hed give them two quick jabs to the face and a right-upper-cut to the jaw and the other guy was done. You can see why I always felt safe and protected around my brother Harold. No bullies messed with him or me more than once.
I dont know when it started but Harold would slip his left hand up under my skirt and petticoats as we rode to or from school. His firm hand stroking across my bare leg felt good. I never told anyone because my mother had always told me there were bad men and bad boys who would want to put their hands under my skirt and I was not to let them. But Harold wasnt bad and I did not want mother to call him bad. He was good and his hand made me feel good.
Of course he was curious and, sometime during the second year, his hand found my private parts and that felt good too. It wasnt long before my curiosity caused me to find his private parts and he told me how good that felt and I wanted to make him feel good like he made me feel.
Mother was silent for a while and I thought over what she had told me. All the times mother had told me to not play with myself were put aside. Under the covers, both my hands found the opening in my pajama and my erection within. It had not diminished since I got out of the tub. I tried to stroke it without moving the covers so mother would not know. Thinking of mother and Uncle Harold giving each other pleasure made me want a sister near my own age.
I was suddenly startled by my mother whispering in my ear, I know what you are doing, you little dickens.
Trying to sound innocent, I said, I wasnt doing anything. I moved my hands to my sides so that in fact I was not doing anything. I waited for her to accuse me of trying to hide from the truth.
Long moments passed and suddenly I felt mothers left hand seek out and find my bone hard erection. No one but me had ever touched it in this condition and an adrenalin rush caused my heart to beat like a corps of drummers. She gripped it tightly and said, Oh my!
My first impulse was to push her away. I wanted to take her hand in mine and push it away but I did nothing. I then wanted to get away. I wanted to jump from her bed and run from the room but I did nothing.
Mother whispered softly in my ear, You want me to play with your weewee, dont you?
I croaked out an, Uh huh, the sound of which surprised me.
She began stroking gently but firmly up and down on my hard penis. Because she had had me circumcised as an infant I have little or no loose skin so she was stretching what I had to the point of causing some pain but the feelings of pleasure that I felt surpassed the pain.
Does that feel good? she asked.
Again I croaked, Uh huh.
All of my attention was on the feelings she was giving me when she said, You can play with my breasts if you want.
I thought how does one play with breasts? I fumbled around with my right hand until I felt one of her breasts through her sheer nightgown. I gave it a gentle squeeze and felt the hardened nipple against the palm of my hand. I took the nipple between my thumb and index finger and gave it a gentle squeeze. Mothers soft mummer told me I was doing it right.
We lay there for a long while with her stroking my erection and me gently rolling and pinching her nipple. We would each occasionally moan softly to tell the other of our pleasure. All thought of anything but the pleasure I was feeling was gone. Time seemed to stop.
I was startled out of my dazed state when mother sat up in bed and removed her nightgown. As she lay gently back she took my head in her arms and placed my face against a breast. Suck on one while you play with the other, she commanded. At the same time that I took a nipple in my mouth and began to suckle, I began to again roll and pinch her other nipple. Thats good, she whispered as I felt her hand return to my penis. I was experiencing more pleasure than I dreamed possible.
My left hand was wedged between us and I moved it to be able to touch my mothers hip. She must have felt the movement because she raised her hip and this allowed me to move my hand under her. I felt a big handful of flesh. She rose a little more and I slid my hand further under her, as I did I curled my fingers and found at the tip of my fingers a moist slippery area. I knew nothing about the area I was now exploring, but I was sure what I was touching was not her asshole. It felt nothing like my own.
Of course I had seen a cows triangular vulva and the protruding vulva of a dog. What I was now touching had to have some similarities to those but all I felt was moist slippery smooth textured skin. I wanted to ask to see what I was touching but I was afraid to speak. I continued to suck and pinch her nipples as I attempted to move the fingers of my left hand deeper within that intriguing hole. Mother assisted by moving up in bed and all four of my fingers slipped right in. I felt more warm moist flesh. Still I could not imagine what I was feeling, looked like. I wiggled my fingers and mother said, Thats itthats good.
She began to stroke my penis faster and I began to move my finger in concert with her movements. Oh yes, she said as I began to move my mouth on her right nipple and my right hand on her left nipple at a comparable speed.
She squeezed my penis a little tighter as she continued her rapid up and down stroking. For the first time in my life I felt that pre-ejaculation pleasure building deep down in the pit of my stomach. I did not know what it was but I liked it. Suddenly my hips involuntarily thrust forward. Mother said, Oh my, as she stopped stroking and held her hand cupped over my penis. The fingers of both my hands continued what they had been doing and I sucked in more flesh than just her nipple. As my hips continued to thrust I moaned my pleasure.
Suddenly I relaxed. I felt tiredtotally spent. Mother rubbed her seaman coated palm over my penis. The feeling was intensepleasurable but intense. I had slobbered all over the breast at my mouth and I attempted to lick it dry. My hands remained where they had been but they had stopped moving.
Dont move, mother said as she moved away from me and reached for something. I could not see in the dark but when the lamp turned on I was nearly as blinded by the light. I closed my eyes as I felt mother using a tissue to wipe the seamen off my stomach. I dont know when the blankets had been thrown off but now I felt them pulled back over me. The light went out and mother said, Time to go to sleep. I had lots of questions but before I could frame my words I fell asleep.
At breakfast the next morning I started to ask, Last night I wanted&hellip,
Mother interrupted me with, It never happened. Nothing happened. Forget it as though nothing happened.
I looked up to see mother sitting opposite me, looking down into her coffee cup. She murmured, Nothing happened. Forget it. I had the impression that she was saying it to herself as much as to me.
I did not ask my questions. There would be another time to ask the questions. Mothers moods changed from day to day. I could tell that on this day mother was on the verge of having a bad day, however, in the past I had often failed to predict correctly mothers moods. I could only hope I was not the cause of her bad day.
Several days went by with us falling back into our normal routine. Mother read to me at night and I fell asleep with her reading. The next night she would quiz me so she could begin where I had gone to sleep the night before.
Dad came home for a week-end visit and I was relegated back to my bedroom. The first night (Friday) I played with my penis until I ejaculated. With the light on I watched the white creamy liquid squirt from my pee hole. Although I was only eleven years old, I knew what this liquid was. I had seen bulls mount cows. I had seen my own dog mount the neighbors bitch and of course, on a weekly basis I was responsible for seeing to the breading of my rabbits. From four to seven does had to be brought to one of our four bucks hutches and held in place while he did what we called, Whiff bam, thank you maam. The bucks did their duty so fast, I wondered if they enjoyed it.
Now that I had ejaculated and felt what an orgasm felt like, I could understand why male animals would mount females. All these thoughts were going through my mind as I prepared to ejaculate for a second time. There was not as much semen the second time but the pleasure was the same. I cleaned up, using tissues and putting them in my wastebasket. I climbed into bed and turned out the light.
I lay back on my pillow and wondered if dad was playing with mother or maybe he was mounting her. If he mounted her, would I have a little baby sister? As I thought about this my hands found my hardening penis. I again wished for a sister and fell asleep.

Part III
Spring Is on the Way
Sunday afternoon, before dad left to go back to work, mother and dad got in one of their shouting matches. Although it was winter, probably late March, a warm spell caused it to be almost spring like so I went for a ride on my bicycle to get away from them. I had dressed warmly but I had worn no gloves.
As I rode aimlessly, I wished I had more than the two friends that I had. Both of my friends were only children of single mothers and in each case their mothers objected when I dropped by without any prior planning. More than once I had been chased away because they did not know I was coming, so in effect I had nowhere to go except back home. My aimlessness caused me to go down a road that I had never been on before and before I had ridden more than a mile on this road I came to a dead end at a large farm house set up a narrow lane far back from the road. There were several children playing tag near the farm house. I had the wish that I had brothers and sisters so I would automatically have someone to play with. I immediately turned around and began my trip home.
When I reach home I found dad had left to return to work. The moment I entered the house mother told me to get in my chore clothes. As I did so she came into my room and said, Im not feeling so good. Im letting you milk Pansy. You make sure you dont cause her to go dry.
I think my hands felt especially cold to Pansy. She made more attempts than usual to put her foot in the milk bucket but I kept my head pressed into the soft spot between her knee and ribs so that when she would raise her foot my head was pushed by her knee into her ribs causing her discomfort so she would lower her foot. She seemed to relinquish her milk more readily than usual and soon I found I could strip no more milk from her large teats. I looked down into the milk bucket, held between my knees, and saw that it was more than half full. This should please mother, I thought.
After I had completed all the chores I found my dinner on the table. Mother had gone to bed leaving me to wonder if I was expected to come to her bed or sleep in my own bed. I did the usual things like clearing the table, making sure the furnace had enough fuel for the night, and turning out the lights. When I went to my room I found the heat was still on from the week-end. I got out my sketch of mothers breasts and worked on the rest of the sketch. I kept an eye on the clock so I would be in bed and with the lights out before 9:30. A short time later I heard mother go down the hall to the bathroom, flush the toilette, walk back up the hall, stop at my door, and then go on to her room. I slept well and awoke with the alarm.
I decided to not even check with mother whether I should do all of the chores but before I could pick up the milk bucket mother called to me from her bedroom. Going to her door, I opened it and there was mother in front of her dressing table looking at herself in the mirror. The first thing that I noticed was that her hair was a mess, the way it would be if she had sweat a lot during the night. Then I noticed she was naked. She turned toward me and said, I dont feel like it but Ill milk Pansy.
Okay, I said and went to do my chores.
After taking care of the rabbits I went to the barn where I found mother milking. Before I could say anything mother announced, Go get cleaned up. Your breakfast is on the table.
I could hear by the sound of her voice that she was not in any mood for conversation so I said, Okay, and went to the house. My school day was a normal day in which I kept myself busy so that I did not think of anything other than school.
When I arrived home I found mother getting ready to do the chores. I quickly changed out of my school clothes and into my chore clothes and caught up with her when she started with the rabbits. We worked side by side. The chores went fast when working together. When finished with the rabbits, I went to the barn to stanchion Pansy by feeding her a pan of rolled oats. Mother arrived with the milk bucket with warm water in it and a washcloth. Using the cloth and warm water, I washed Pansys udder and teats. Mother did the milking and I stood by watching. Pansy did not even try to step in the bucket.
At dinner mother said, I want you to shut off the heat to your room and come to my room. Bring your sketch-pad and pencils.
I did as she had instructed, after taking a bath and getting into my pajamas. When I arrived in her room, I found her in bed with the blankets pulled up to her neck. As I positioned the dressing table chair and sat in it she uncovered and I saw she was in the exact same pose that she had been in when I sketched her before. As I began to work on my drawing I noted that she was wearing a pair of pink panties. I had only worked about ten minutes when mother said, Thats it for now. Its too cold. She covered and added, Come to bed now and Ill read. After she had read for a while I fell asleep.
The next morning, Tuesday, we did the chores together and that evening was a copy of the day before. The next two days were just like Tuesday and Friday started out to be the same but as we finished dinner mother informed me that she was going to visit a friend and would not be home until after I had gone to sleep.
Before going to bed I worked on shading in my drawing of mother. About 9:30 I stopped working and decided I was done with the drawing. I stood it up on mothers dressing table. I stood back to study it and decided this was the best drawing I had ever done. Too bad, I thought, that I cannot share it with anyone but mother.
I began to play with myself and wondered again what that concealed part of a woman looked like. I wondered what mother would say if I asked her to show it to me. I imagined myself asking her and without saying a thing she showed me. My imagination was not good enough to show me what it looked like. I was sure it was not like a cows or a dogs. I grabbed a couple of tissues from mothers dressing table to catch the seamen. Using a third tissue to wipe myself I tossed the lot into the wastebasket next to the dressing table. Shortly after my head hit the pillow, I fell asleep.
When I awoke in the morning, the sun was shining in the east window, lighting the room more brightly than normal. I turned away from the light and found mother next to me. She was facing away from me, sleeping soundly, breathing quite deeply. I called, Mother. She made no response. I lifted the blanket and saw she had come to bed without a gown. I thought, now is my chance to see what I had been thinking so much about. I raised the blankets a little more and was overcome by the most pungent of odors. The only thing I could liken it to was spoiled meat. Any thought of continuing my quest was stopped. I lowered the blanket and got out of bed.
I went about my chores. I had finished with the rabbits and was putting Pansy in the stanchion when mother arrived with the milk bucket. While I washed the cows udder, mother apologized for not helping with the rabbits. Had to bath, she added.
I was thinking about losing the opportunity to see what I wanted to see because mother did not bath before coming to bed. My thoughts were interrupted when mother said, I like your picture. Wish I still looked that good. I think you got me how I looked about 10 or 15 years ago. Before I had you anyway cause I put on weight with you.
She began the milking as I looked on. I stroked my hand across Pansys shoulder, feeling of her course thick brown hair. I wondered if all Jersey cows were brown. Again interrupting my thoughts, mother said, Tell you what, you go in and open the draft of the furnace a little so as to warm it up a little. Ill pose for you again tonight.
Now, I asked.
Yeah now&hellip,Ill finish up here. You go in and do as I say and Ill pose for you again. The tone of her voice had changed and I immediately did as she said.
By 7 oclock, it had warmed in that part of the house that was still being heated and I had bathed and was in mothers room ready to make another drawing of her. Mother was on the bed, naked as before, laying in approximately the same pose as before but instead of having the pillows propping her up she lay down as she would if she were about to go to sleep.
I began to sketch and before long mothers eyes closed. I continued my sketch and after a few more minutes mother said, without opening her eyes, I stayed up too late last night. Im about to drop off to sleep. When you finish or get tired, cover me, go down and move the damper back to where it was, and come to bed.
I agreed that I would and continued my sketch. I watched as mother fell asleep and I could see her slowly relax. Both of her arms and legs shifted with this relaxation. After a few more minutes she moved more to her left side and drew up her knees. It was then that I realized I was looking directly at what I had wanted to see. In future years I would learn that each woman has a unique appearance down there but I would always compare those that I have seen with my mothers since hers was the first that I ever saw. I flipped over the sketch that I had been working on and began a new close up view of mothers most beautifully presented private area.
After working for more than an hour I decided I had completed this drawing. Any more pencil marks would be overdoing the work. I moved the chair I was sitting in and prepared to start a new drawing. Suddenly, mother moved her right (upper) leg up further and at the same time straightened out her left leg. I had a new view because her movement caused her vagina lips to open slightly. The very pink, almost red flesh within caused me to want to open it further but I kept my distance as I began to quickly sketch what I saw. When I finished this drawing I noted that the clock said it was after nine. I turned back to the first sketch that I had started this night and tried to finish it. By ten oclock I was not finished but I was too tired to continue.
I covered mother, took my two special drawing to my room, leaving my sketch pad with the unfinished drawing in mothers room. I went to the basement where I closed down the damper and returned to mothers room, where I turned out the light and groped my way to bed. I dont think I had one complete thought before I fell asleep.
The next day mother commented that I must have gotten tired before finishing my drawing and that she would have to strike a different pose the next time she sat for me. The way in which she said it I did not expect her to pose for me for a long time, but right after lunch she led me to my room where she said she would pose sitting on my bed. While I went to her room where I had left my sketch pad she undressed. When I returned I found her seated cross legged on my bed holding a book. She read to me while I sketched. After sketching for nearly two hours I was feeling tired and mother had finished the book she had been reading.
Suddenly she said, Lets see what you got?
I was pleased to stop and I turned the tablet and lay it on the bed in front of mother. Hmm yes&hellip,thats not the most attractive pose is it?
I did not understand her question. Instead I thought about her showing me her private parts. Without any further thought I said, Let me see your privates.
What? she said softly.
I want to see you down there, I said.
Honey, she said as she closed her eyes. Long moments passed before she said, I dont think I should&hellip, The last word seemed to be hard for her to say. Her eyes popped open and she looked at me. I wanted to hide from her. Oh hell, why not? she said suddenly as she scooted to the edge of the bed. As her feet hit the floor she spread her knees far apart and asked, Do you see what you want?
What I wanted to see was hidden in shadow so I said, Theres not enough light.
She shifted so that the light from the lamp on the table lit up the desired area and she said, Well get down here and get a close look. I dont want you to wonder what I look like.
I got down on my hands and knees and moved to within a foot of the subject of my curiosity. Let me show you everything there is to see, she said as she spread the lips of her vagina. She added, See this pink bump here, thats my clitoris and when rubbed like this it feels real good. And down here is my pee hole. She spread herself even wider open and said, And this is my fuck hole. Thats where your dad sticks his pecker and fucks me.
The beauty of what I was seeing was spoiled by her words. I had seen what I had wanted to see but I continued to stare. My ears were burning and I know I had flushed bright red. I had not suspected my mother knew that word nor that she ever used it. I inched forward as I studied the folds of red flesh within her fuck hole. I wanted to tell her that I thought it was beautiful but I was struck dumb.
Seen enough? she asked as she continued to spread herself wide open. I didnt answer because I was studying the position of her fingers so I could draw a picture from memory. Suddenly mother stood and I fell back on my haunches. She turned and picked up her clothes and left the room.
I immediately began to sketch what I had seen. Of course my drawing was in black and white and it did not do justice to the real thing. The drawing turned out to be nearly double life size. I was sure no one would ever be interested in looking at it but I also knew I would take it out every once in a while to remind me of what I had been allowed to look at.
I hid the drawing with others I had done and went looking for mother. I wanted to talk to her but as I looked in the kitchen I wondered what I would say to her. When I did not find her I saw her bedroom door open so I looked in. She was lying on her bed on top of the covers fully clothed. I then noted that she had a cloth over her eyes.
I quietly returned to my room, closed the door, and pulled out my new drawing. For the first time I thought of sticking my pecker in that fuck hole (not my mothers.) I felt an erection coming on so I placed the drawing on the floor, dropped my jeans and shorts, and sat on the edge of the bed. As I looked down at my drawing I stroked my penis vigorously. Using tissues I caught all the seamen and tossed the tissues in the waste basket. I continued to masturbate until I ejaculated two more time. I was getting very sore and I remembered mother warning me not to hurt myself.
Part IV
Keep a Secret
We did not talk as we did the chores until mother was milking the cow and I was standing where I usually stood with my hand on the cows shoulder. Mother said, Honey, you got t promise me you wont ever tell anyone what weve done. She was milking and speaking down into the pail. Most people wouldnt understand. They would call me bad. You dont believe Im bad do you?
No, was all I could say before she continued.
Not everyone believes the same but because some do think what I have done is bad we have to keep secrets. We never know who might call us bad so we cant tell anyone. After a while I want you to throw your drawings of me in the furnace. Of course if you change them so they dont look like me it would be okay for you to keep them. Can you do that?
I can, I agreed.
Good. Do you want to make more drawing of me?
Yes.
Well I think I will keep clothes on from now on when you sketch me. Some clothes, not much but some clothes. She fell silent as she finished stripping the last of the milk from Pansys teats.
That night and every night that week mother read until I fell asleep. Dad came home again on his usual biweekly schedule. One of the chores he did when he was home was to butcher the rabbits that needed to be butchered. He had never before had me help him butcher. This week-end he said that there might be a day he would not get home and I would have to do the butchering. He did not have me kill any of the rabbits and at eleven years of age, I didnt want to. I did learn how to skin and clean them. I also went around to the grocers who sold the rabbits for us.
At one of the stores there was a fat woman who was the meat cutter and when my dad introduced me she said, Arent you the cutest thing? as she hugged me to her, forcing my face between her breasts. As I pulled away she giggled and pulled me into her breasts again.
My dad said, Easy Alice. Hes only eleven.
After I had moved away from her she whispered something to dad and he whispered something back. She smiled at me and said, You come back and see me some time, you little sweetie-pie. On the way home I wondered what her fuck hole looked like.
Monday when I came home from school I found mother on her bed with a cloth over her eyes. I did all the chores by myself including milking the cow. After changing out of my chore clothes and washing up I found mother was still on her bed with the cloth over her eyes. After eating some leftovers I went to my room and looked through my drawings. I had been working at altering the pictures so they did not look like mother. I was just about satisfied with what I had done and figured that when mother was next having a good day I would ask her if I had done enough. Of course I would never show her my special pictures.
Before 9:30 I did my final chores and went to mothers room. She was still clothed and lying on top of the covers. When I asked her if she was awake she said yes. When I told her it was time to go to bed she asked me to help her get out of her clothes. She had on a pair of slacks that zipped down the side so I unzipped them and she raised herself up to allow me to pull them off. I then unbuttoned her blouse and she sat up to allow me to take it off. Still holding the cloth over her eyes she said for me to undo her bra which I did. She shrugged the bra off and I tossed it on the chair where I had placed her slacks and blouse. When I turned around she had placed the cloth on the bedside table stood and was taking off her underpants.
As I went to the other side of the bed to get in bed she said, Got t pee, and left stark naked to go to the bathroom. I lay down in bed, faced away from the door, and closed my eyes. I had nearly fallen asleep before she returned. I felt her climb in bed and rustle the blankets. She turned out the light and once again I started to drift off to sleep.
Honey, will you hold me? she asked.
Without a word I rolled toward her and lay my head on a naked breast. I put my arm over her, held onto her, and fell asleep. Sometime during the night I awoke to strange feelings. It took me a few moments to realize what was happening. Mother had rolled to her side facing away from me and I had spooned up close behind her. My hard penis had slipped through the opening in my pajamas and was pushed up to my mothers pussy. At the moment I realized what had happened my hips did that involuntary hunch forward. It was not enough of a thrust to cause insertion but the feeling of thrusting against the wrinkled skin of her pussy was stimulating enough to cause another thrust. I tried to pull away but this only caused the next thrust to be even stronger. It was then that I felt her hands. One opened her and the other pushed me in. With the next thrust I was buried deep within her. Nature took its course and I pounded her pussy like I had been doing this before. My first time did not last long but the pleasure was a wonderful thing. As my seaman pumped into her I felt one of her hands pull gently at my ball sac and the other gripped my hip and held me to her.
I thought about why we breed animals and I wondered if I had given her a baby. Wanting to know I started to ask, Mother&hellip, but she shushed me so I kept silent. She pulled me even tighter to her and I again drifted off to sleep.
In the morning mother woke me. She said it was late and I had to hurry to get ready for school and she would do the chores without my help. I was on the bus, riding to school before I remembered what had happened during the night. The last time anything unusual had happened mother had said to me, It never happened. Nothing happened. Forget it as though nothing happened. I repeated this over and over in my mind, trying to convince myself that it never happened. When my friends got on the bus I put the events of the night out of my mind and did not think of them again until I approached the back door of our home after school.
The remembrance of the feelings as I had hunched into my mothers pussy gave me an instant erection. I made the necessary adjustments before opening the door. There was mother down on her knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. She was quietly, half singing, half humming a song I had heard her sing before. It was something about the Irish washer woman. When she noticed me standing in the entry way she said, Come on in. Dont worry. Ill wipe up your footprints. This was unusualusually she would send me through the front door where, after entering, I was expected to take off my shoes and walk on the living room rug in my bare feet.
When I had walked through the kitchen she said, Honey, take a few minutes to move all of your stuff out of my room and back into your room. I did as she said. There were a few of my clothes. my sketchpad, and a handful of pencils. Nothing more needed to be said to tell me I was sleeping in my own bed.
Days went by with mother feeling good. Spring brought warming weather with showers and sunshine. Everything was going well but there was one thing I was concerned about and one evening during dinner I asked, Mother are you going to have a baby?
A baby? No dear, mother is too old to have a baby. In fact I was almost too old when I had you. She was silent for a while. I was feeling so relieved to hear that she was not having a baby, I did not notice her silence. I was suddenly startled when she said, It almost killed me when you were born. Not only were you too big for me, you wanted to come out feet first. When she fell silent again, I tried to comprehend what she had said. Startled again, I listened as she said, It hurt so bad when you were born that I prayed to die. Just thinkin about how much it hurt causes me to hurt. Thank god Im not havin any more babies.
Part V
Cousin Etta Visits
Days went by, spring came and then summer. Mother had her good days and bad days, with more good than bad. Dad came home every two weeks and one of the things he did in May was to plow up a small plot of land to plant a vegetable garden. Weeding and watering the garden became another one of my chores. I continued to work at my pencil drawing and experiment with masturbating. In addition my dad bought a complete set of encyclopedia, 24 volumes. As the month of June progressed it seemed I was busy every minute.
Then on July 6 my busy peaceful life was disturbed with the arrival of Aunt Flo and her daughter Etta. Flo (Florence) was my mothers youngest (by about 10 years) sister. Etta (Henrietta) was about a year and a half older than me and busied herself nosing into everyone elses business. They, like my mother, were blond, blue eyed, with fair skin. Aunt Flo had recently divorced her third or fourth husband and declared she would never marry again. She had nowhere to live and declared herself our guest for a few weeks. Etta always called Aunt Flos husbands her mothers boyfriends.
My sisters old bed was moved up from the basement into my room where Etta would sleep and on week-ends when dad came home Flo and Etta would share the bed. Otherwise Flo would sleep with her sister Kate.
The first night I could not think of anything but the desire to crawl in bed with Etta. I had seen her in her pajamas prior to going to bed and perky little breast pushed forward giving a promise of things to come. Very early in the morning, after spending many wakeful hours, I decided to go to the bathroom and jack-off. With that accomplished I was able to go back to bed and drop off to sleep. I awoke groggily with the alarm and after doing the chores we had a big breakfast of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
During breakfast it was announced that mother and Aunt Flo were going visiting and would not be home for three or four days. Etta was instructed to be a help to me, cooking, keeping house, and if I asked for it, helping with the chores. Mother told me she trusted me to do my chores and to get to bed at bedtime. Looking back it is hard to believe that the mothers of an almost 12-year-old boy and a 13½,-year-old girl would leave them alone even if they were first-cousins.
As soon as our mothers had left, Etta asked me to show her around the farm. She took note of our two cows, one of which was due to drop a calf in less than a month. It was the rabbits that really peeked her interest, especially when I told her how we bread the does. She wanted to see. She wanted to see the buck go Whiff bam. I tried to put her off but she begged so I checked to see if there was a doe that was ready and there was so I brought the doe to the buck that was ready for her. When I put the doe, rear end first, in the bucks cage, she knew what was coming and struggled to get away but I held her in place. The buck sniffed and snorted. At this point the doe raised her rear and lowered her front in the typical submissive stance and the buck mounted thrust twice and hopped off. I immediately removed the doe, tucking her under my arm, and closed the door to the bucks cage.
Is that all there is to it? Etta asked. I assured her it was and she wanted to see it happen again. I told her that we only used a buck once a week. Well use another buck! she demanded. No that would fowl up the records I told her. In three days another doe was scheduled to be bread and she was welcome to watch that. Then Etta proceeded to tell me that Aunt Flo would spend hours fucking with a new husband. Do Aunt Kate and Uncle Will fuck like that? I told her I did not know but I suspected they did. Then our interest turned to the vegetable garden.
She asked me what I did with my time, other than being a farmer. I showed her my pencil art and she was properly impressed but not interested in posing. I then showed her my prized set of encyclopedias. She picked up volume A and proceeded to thumb through it and I began to sketch her as she sat on the couch with her legs curled up under her rear. She had made no attempt to keep her skirt down and I could barely see the edge of her white panties. I decided to try to sketch her without clothes. I began to think about seeing her naked body and touching her all over. Soon I had the desire to beat off so I went to the bathroom to do the deed. When I came back she smiled at me and went back to turning pages and occasionally reading an article.
Suddenly I noticed that I could no longer see the edge of her panties. Soon after noticing this she moved slightly and her skirt rode up a little more and I saw she must have removed her panties. She then startled me by saying, You know my tits arent that big.
You looked at it? I asked.
Yeah, she said as though I should have expected her to look at it. After a few minutes, she asked if I was planning to show it to my friends, telling them she had posed naked. I had not thought of that so I denied the intent to do so. Then she said, If you give it to me I will show you one of my tits so you can get it right.
Okay, I agreed since it had been my intent to offer it to her anyway.
She unbuttoned the top of her dress and exposed a small round breast tipped with a little brown tit only slightly bigger than my own. She went back to reading and I worked on my sketch to make it look like the real thing. An hour or so later I felt I was finished and showed it to her. Good, she said and covered her exposed breast and buttoned up her dress.
I once again went to the bathroom to beat my meat.
When it was time to do the evening chores, I noticed that a summer rain storm was coming from the southwest. I told Etta it might start raining and I did not need her help but she insisted upon tagging along. The storm did not arrive while we did the chores. Etta did help but she was full of questions, some of which I had answered earlier when I showed her around. As I began to milk old Pansy I explained that the old cow was near to drying up and we would have to take her down the road to a neighbors place to breed her. I expected her to say something about that but instead she giggled. You know what I just thought about? she asked. She did not give me a chance to respond. She said, If we did not have cows or goats for milk we might milk mothers. I just thought of you milking Aunt Kate for a glass of milk.
God, I thought, shes some kind of screwball. Pansy chose that moment to try to kick the milk bucket and my head was pushed into her ribs. I was just stripping out the last of her milk so I finished up and when I looked up Etta was gone. When I got into the house with my less than half bucket of milk I found Etta fixing dinner for us. I put the milk in the cooling tray in the refrigerator. I then washed up, changed clothes and returned to the kitchen. I sat where I usually sat at the table. Soon Etta served me a dish of noodles with a tomato and meat sauce. It was good and I told her so. She did not acknowledge my compliment and I wondered if I had said of done something wrong.
As I finished the last bites of dinner I was about to compliment her again when she said. You know we are not just playing house, we are like living together like we was married. I was dumbfounded. I could think of nothing to say but I dont think she expected me to say anything. She went on, I bet youd like to fuck me, huh? Again I was without words. I had never known anyone who talked like this. She went on before I could say a word. Even though Id love to fuck you, were not gonna do it, got that.
The expression on my face must have spoken more than I was able to do. Etta looked into my eyes and said, Oh, Im sorry cuz. I was sure I knew what you were thinking. I was wrong wasnt I?
I finally found my voice but was only able to say, Yeah.
At that moment the rainstorm arrived with rain being driven against the windows on the south and west side of the house. Etta looked to the windows and back to me. Her eyes suddenly filled with tears. Im sorry, she said as she wiped away some of her teas with the back of a hand. You know&hellip, she paused for a long time, continuing to wipe tears away, before going on, Living with my mom I hear a lot of things. Thats the way she talks to the guys she brings home. O course I know we aint old nough to fuck. Its kind a fun to pretend though, specially with no one around to say we cant.
I still did not know what to say but I said, Yeah.
Okay then, she said as she stood, lets do the dishes. Ill wash and you dry.
I was about to tell her that we usually put the dishes in the drying rack to dry but then I decided to play along. As she washed the rain continued to beat against the south facing kitchen windows. Etta washed faster than I could dry but she did not say anything until she was done and I still had a number of items left to dry. My god but youre slow, she said as she left me to finish drying the dishes and went into the living room where she turned on the reading lamp and began thumbing through volume B of the encyclopedia.
After finishing with the dishes I went into the living room where I picked up volume D and sat on the couch next to Etta. Fifteen or twenty minutes later Etta asked, What do your mom and dad do in the evening?
Read, I said as I pointed to the bookshelves that contained two or three hundred books.
Maybe thats why my mom cant keep a man. All she wants to do if fuck.
Again I was speechless. Another ten minutes or so passed before she spoke again. Have you ever seen your folks fucking? she asked.
No, I said softly.
Wanna know what my mom and her boyfriends look like when they fuck?
Sure, I said with interest.
I dont know. You might tell your mom I told you.
Why would I do that? I asked.
I dont know&hellip,maybe to get me in trouble. She stood and put the B volume back on the shelf. Im gonna take a bath. Want me to leave the water for you?
No, therell be enough hot water for me, I said.
I stayed on the couch and continued looking through volume D but my mind was on what Etta seemed obsessed with and that was fucking. I was quite aroused and determined to beat off in the tub during my bath, which I did.
When I came from my bath in my pajamas I found Etta looking at my drawings. Of course I had hidden away my nude drawings of mother and Etta had not found them. Am I the first one youve drawn without clothes?
I lied by telling her she was. I think she was impressed. She then surprised me by saying, I wish I could show people your drawing of me but I dont want anyone to think I posed without clothes.
I thought of telling her I would make another drawing of her with clothes on and she could show that but before I could put this sentiment into words she told me that tomorrow I would make another drawing of her that would show her fully clothed.
I agreed and put my drawings away. I looked at the clock and noted that it was about 8:30 so I said that I could start the drawing now.
Looking down at her pajamas she said, No, I want to dress up in my best dress.
Part VI
It Happened
There had been distant flashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder but now a flash of lightning lit up the room and a clap of thunder immediately followed. Etta screamed and jumped up from where she had been sitting on my bed and wrapped her arms around my neck. She was nearly a head taller than me and she pulled my face down between her breasts. Oh god that scared me! she said as she continued to hold me in place.
Although I at first had wrapped my arms around her I now tried to extract myself from her grip but she held me in place. My struggle caused one of my hands to find one of her small breasts and she said, What are you doing?
Quickly moving my hand around to her back I apologized and started to claim it to be an accident.
Did I tell you to stop? she demanded.
No, I said, doubting that she really wanted me to feel her up.
Well get your hand back up there. Be like the men my mom brings home.
I did as she instructed, placing a hand over a thin cotton flannel covered breast. Another flash of lightning and clap of thunder caused her to jump. This is how they always start. Now give me a kiss on the lips, she commanded.
I moved so that our lips met in a chaste kiss. She placed a hand on the back of my head and pressed our lips tightly together.
Another flash followed shortly by thunder and then she released her grip on me but held my hand to her breast. I pulled away from the kiss and she said, You aint never kissed a girl have you?
No, I responded as I looked at her hand holding my hand firmly over her breast. She hardly gave notice to a more distant rumble of thunder.
Aint never felt up a girl either have you?
No, I agreed.
Take off your pajamas, she said as she pushed my hand from her breast.
What?
Im gonna show you what my mom and her boyfriends do before they fuck so take off your pajamas.
Another distant rumble of thunder indicated that the storm was passing. As I stood there unmoving she quickly slipped out of her pajamas. I felt my eyes almost pop out of my head as I looked at her naked body. My eyes became riveted on the vee of nearly hairless flesh that was newly revealed to me.
Get your pajamas off, she insisted as she reached forward and unbuttoned my top. I did not help her but I did not resist. I did begin to slide my pajama bottoms down but did not get far. As my top fell to the floor, she stretched the elastic in my pajama bottoms and slid them down over my hips. I think I was so frightened and/or surprised by what was happening, I was not the least bit aroused. My little fellow just hung there like a limp noodle. Kneeling before me Etta reached forward and cupped my little fellow along with his two companions in her two hands. Her touch awakened him and he almost instantly stood at attention.
She smiled up at me and said, If you have never kissed a girl, I bet you have never had a girl do this. She proceeded to kiss my dick. She smiled broadly and looked up at me. Or this, she said before slipping his head into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around. It was then that I felt the best sensation of my life to that point, even better than the time I had entered my mothers pussy. She sucked in and took almost the entire length of my prick in her mouth and then pulled back and licked it again. I thought I was about to explode. She stood and asked, How was that?
Great, I said, wishing that she had not stopped.
Ive never done that before but I have seen mom do it to get her men started. She fell back on my bed and spread her legs apart. I looked down to see her small pussy open up to my view. I think my heart was pumping my blood so hard that I could not focus clearly to see the details of what I was looking at. Okay, now you have to kiss me down here, she said as she moved her hands to her pussy.
What? No&hellip, I said in surprise.
Its clean. I washed just like you.
My knees bent and without thought I lowered myself so that my lips touched her neither lips. I pulled back a fraction of an inch and inhaled. She did not smell unpleasant. I had the thought that kissing her here was just like kissing her other lips. She placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed my lips against her pussy again. Now lick it like my moms boyfriends lick hers.
I tentatively licked, expecting an unpleasant taste. The only taste was a hint of salt. I licked again and she said, Stick your tongue in, lick all around. As I did, she encouraged me to do more. Soon I seemed to lose any thought of bringing this to an end and then I came across her little clitoris. All I knew about this thing was that mother had said rubbing it felt good and when Etta encouraged me to continue licking over this little lump I did as she said. Then I heard her asking me to suck on it and when I did she squealed and moved around almost disengaging me form her. When I pulled away, thinking I might be hurting her, she pulled me back to her and shouted, Dont stop! I continued but more gently than I had before and she still squealed but moved less. Then her thighs closed against my head and squeezed tightly but not painfully. The base of my tongue began to grow tired and I thought that I was going to have to stop.
Suddenly Etta pushed me away from her and I discovered she was panting like a tired dog. Are you okay, I asked.
Oh yeah, she panted.
Still concerned about her being out of breath, I asked, Are you sure?
Apparently catching her breath she said, Oh yeah&hellip,never better&hellip,shit cuz&hellip,that was wonderful&hellip,fuckin wonderful.
My eyes focused in on her open pussy. The outer lips were engorged with blood, opening her widely to my view. Looking into her I could see her red inner lips move in a kind of pucker motion. There did not seem to be any opening beyond that. I knew nothing about a hymen so I made the assumption that she was too young to have a fuck hole.
Come up here and lay beside me, she said.
I did so and she put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips. I felt her tongue trying to slip between my lips. I parted my lips and allow her tongue in my mouth. Her tongue was much longer than mine. (I found out later that I have an unusually small tongue and have always envied those who have normal length tongues for wha