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"Here you can have my seat," I responded. "Come on," he replied, "I want to sit on your lap. We can both see then." I was sitting at my computer playing Raven.
Ten-year-old Joey, my neighbor's kid, was seated in a chair to my right. His mother was a rotund woman. Not at all the woman that you would have expected to have given birth to this beautiful boy. He was slender with straight dark blond hair and an infectious smile.
I always noticed how he clung to me, stroking my arms and hugging me, causing me to become sexually excited. But I was able to resist encouraging such contact.
I didn't forbid him from touching me, I simply didn't return the favors; I didn't want him to feel as if what he was doing was wrong or dirty. But the thought of his slender body seated in my lap was overwhelming. The thought of his warm body pressed against mine was something I had dreamed, so I agreed reminding myself to be careful not to move into forbidden territory.
"OK," I sighed sliding the chair back to give him access. He flashed one of his smiles at me and slid onto my lap. I breathed in deeply the fragrance of his hair feeling the warmth of his back pressing on my chest and his firm buttock on my stiffening cock. Fear erupted in my heart as I realized I had no control to stop him from noticing my excitement but he turned smiled at me and kissed me on the cheek.
He did this often and it told me that nothing had changed between us. I relaxed and let my cock enjoy the feel of the warmth between his cheeks. Closing my eyes I let him play the game as I basted in the warm of his squirming animated movements. "Huh?" I said realizing that he was talking to me. "You're not paying attention to the game," he told me. I wasn't.
I was lost in his warmth and movement. I had never been as sexually satisfied as I was at that moment. He was smiling at me as I blushed and searched for an answer.
He turned so that he was sitting sidesaddle and put his arms around my neck. It was a deeply intimate motion and I was lost looking into his eyes.
"I love you, you know," he stated. "I love you too," I said thinking I meant in a platonic manner. But I didn't. I loved him with everything in me.
He leaned forward, kissed me gently on the lips, and then sat back looking me in the eyes awaiting my response. I could only close my eyes and inhaled deeply. His lips returned to mine; and his mouth opened. I couldn't resist. I open my mouth and our tongues introduced themselves.
How long were we locked in the intimacy of the kiss? I cannot tell. It seemed an eternity in heaven. He was eager for me and the timidness of my uncertainty vanished in the wetness of his desire.
How warm, wet, sweet was his saliva. I drank the liquor of his mouth with abandon. My hand played around his hip until I felt his hand directing me to his soft warm buttock. He lifted the cheek to give me better access and my hand fondled the warm, firm, and soft flesh of his bottom. He moaned and kissed me more passionately. My hard-on was no secret. It pressed achingly against his leg. His hips were moving back and forth, guaranteeing that my hand massaged his ass, rubbing lustfully against my excited member.
His hand again directed me: moving my attention from his ass to the hard pencil between his legs. He moaned even more excitedly and our lips parted. "I won't tell anyone," he assured. I wondered if Brunette mom needs her daily dose of big black cock cared.
A ten-year-old was seducing me but at the moment I didn't care. I wanted him to make me please him. I want to announce to the world my love for him. I watched as he released his catch and unzipped his pants.
He looked at me momentarily as if checking for my disapproval. He smiled when I didn't order him to stop, hopped off my lap, kicked off his shoes and stripped off his jeans and underwear in one movement. He stood in front of me; his small cylinder pointing at me. He stroked it a few times. I fell to my knees in front of him, worshipping him, as he pushed his majestic rod into the warmth of my mouth.
It was where I belonged, kneeling before my boy king. I would be his servant. Whatever he asked I would do. I was his to command. He continued to thrust into my mouth: his penis getting harder. His breathing was labored gasps of air. Suddenly he stiffened, shuttered, and breathed a sigh of relief.
I held his rod in my mouth and soon he began pumping again. This time he pumped with assured abandon; knowing I would not run away from the tasked. He pumped, stiffened, and shuttered once more, with a little shriek of delight. He quickly recovered and continued pumping. My hands held his thighs steadying him.
He leaned his body against my forehead as he rocked back and forward, using my hands for balance. He was getting close once more. I was overjoyed to be the object of his satisfaction.
He guided my hands to his ass cheeks and I graciously began to knead them. He began to grunt as I slid my finger along the crack and over the puckered lips. His cock began to spasm.
His ass xxx ebony ebony storys 2019 trembled and I pushed my finger into him. He cried out in pleasure. His body shook violently and he pulled himself away from me and collapsed on the floor. I was mortified. I feared I had hurt him. The thought of jail entered full into my mine. He rolled over smiling. "Thank you," he whispered reaching up to take my hand.
I was relieved to tears. He pulled me down to him and opened his mouth to me. I drank again from the well of his mouth. His kiss revived me and quieted my fears. I felt his hand fondling my crotch. I looked down at the aching bulge in my pants. He smiled at me while spreading his legs. "Your turn," he said. I could hardly remove my pants fast enough. He laughed at my awkwardness. As he guide my member into his inner chamber I thought, "I will worship here forever." He sighed as we began our dance and whispered, "I've wanted to show you how much I love you for such a long time." ************************************************************************ Send comments to: [email protected] To support this and other stories by Tom Cup visit http://www.tomcup.com