Chapter 1

The rising sun had awoken us both as we disentangled ourselves from each other. It had been a night of rapturous fucking. I went into the kitchen and got some coffee going and then ahe came and sat down somewhat bleary-eyed and began sipping some from the mug I had served her.

Life had been a rollercoaster this past few weeks. In Fact I’d hit the bottle very heavy – and I was in a fool’s paradise. But It felt a nice place to be – and I took another pull from the neck of the bottle...

For a while, Shelia looked at me guiltily.

“It’s very difficult to explain a compulsion Dick. Let’s say it’s probably like being a drug addict. And as you’ve seen yourself, I’m still lactating even now.” she smiled and continued.

“My father regarded me as his project; even his property. I don’t know how long it may have lasted had he not died of a massive heart attack.”

“Jezz! That’s two men in your life die the same way!” I lay my hand on her arm saying, “But perhaps it was just as well he did, huh?”

Her hand came onto mine with a warm smile, “My father’s death did bring me a kind of rehabilitation Dick: but it came with a price.

I finally became that dutiful respectable married woman who was content to see my son grow into a fine lad and go off to university.

But during that period my life was bereft of sexual excitement.

For any woman, that takes a toll on her feminine wellbeing and dignity.

Fortunately, I had something to save me from becoming a dried-out maid Dick. Perhaps you’d like to see it?”

“I said that I would.”

Shelia led me to her bedroom and opening a small cupboard, revealed her elaborate breast-pump equipment.

“Holy Shit Mom!...

I need a different place!

Ok ... try this...

My experience with Ralph that evening was to be profound.

He’d came to my bedside looking so devilishly virile yet virginal.

A manly boy who knew about sex.

He stood there; an immature face, a soft white neck, a pale chest and a so-slim torso.

A lad I’d hardly spoken to; yet my lust had burnt for him since seeing that obscene photo.

He’s here in his pyjamas; and between his legs lurked that overblown schoolboy cock.

I needed to see it harden for my juicy cunt. I needed that so much.

With a casual motion I peeled away the duvet, revealing my naked 36 – 24 – 36 figure.

I was aged 32 and craved for this 15 year-old lad ; what would people think of me? A wave of shame flushed my face. But my pulse was pumping, trying to keep up with surprise of the situation.

He smiled a disarming smile, “ Your very sexy Margo. Can we fuck?”

“I’d like that Ralph.” I whispered.

He casually pulled at his pyjama cord and let them fall from him.

His cock was at half lob; drooping out lazily at five inches; fat and juicy.

A jolt went through my snatch as I saw it! An attachment glinted on his balls!

A thick silver clasp held his balls in a firm bunch!

“That must be painful for you?” I murmured

“It used to be at first; but only when I come now. So, I don’t come too quick if I can help it.” he said with a smile.

His climax was deterred through pain! I was awed at the cruelty of Iris.

His hand stroked his belly as if he was about to take hold of it and it had stiffened up to 8 inches; and it was quietly throbbing!

Another jolt of pleasure stiffened my nipples!

“My, you are a well hung lad. What is that shiny thing poking out the top?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s the 2 inch pin-head. It’s stops my muck shooting out until you want it.”

My cunt lurched and juiced at this clever bit of bondage. “ Come to me here Ralph.” I whispered.

He came putting his arms around me and began caressing my face and breast.

“You have great nipples.” he crooned.

My hands went onto him and began exploring. He felt almost girl-like in his softness. I ventured onto his buttocks. Those were firm and football-like. I was breathing heavy with want.

His hand was between my thighs; then inside me his finger quickly found my clitoris. I shuddered and came a little.

He chuckled gently and put my hand on his cock. It was massive now; just like the photo.

“How long have you carried this around?” I asked him.

“Iris got to work on it when I was 13. It was tough going but it’s paid off.”

I wondered what he meant as my hand roamed over it’s veined contours causing me to quiver with excitement at the pain he must have suffered in the beefing-up process.

Then I dared to feel his balls and squeezed them softly.

A satisfying grunt came from him.

So that was his soft spot! His breathing had quickened. It was time to get him inside me. I spread my thighs.

He needed no coaching. His hand held it to the entrance; for a moment he teased my slit before entering me in one slow, determined thrust, that took him all the way in.

I let out a loud cry! I clawed at his back. It felt I’d been shafted by a stallion.

He grunted with pleasure.

For the following ten minutes I was given the fucking of a lifetime.

His cock clipped my clitoris expertly with each thrust; his clamped balls slapping into my crutch.

I was taken to hell; and then back to heaven; several times.

We were both lathered in sweat and I’d taken all I could, “ I’ll take your muck now Ralph!” I called.

I felt his cock departing from my cunt leaving an emptiness. “ What’s happening?” I cried.

“Need to pull out the pin and get my balls unclipped.” he croaked.

I watched with lustful fascination as he slowly withdrew a slimy 3 inch pin from his spunk-hole.

Then he went to un-clip his clamped raw testicles.

Iris’s doctrine kicked in.

“No Ralph! ... your not yet finished ... Dump your muck in my arse-hole first.” I ordered.

He gave me a defeated look, but saw I meant business. “Yes Ma’m, be my pleasure, he whispered.

I lifted my hips and presented my butt-hole. Again his trade-mark entry- slow yet determined and all the way up my arse.

“God! “ I exclaimed in ecstasy as Ralph immediately began climaxing. I grasped his balls and felt his testicles jostling to pump out his muck past the ring. I massaged them vigorously to aid their cause.

Ralph howled, as the exquisite pain and pleasure tore through him.

A fitting farewell for a depleted stud I thought as his desperate load filled my rectum.

He was doing it my way and I had denied Ralph finishing with pride.

I had broken and defeated him! Iris would be so proud of the bitch I’d become!

Once again, I climaxed; crying out; but this time in triumph.

Yeh – that one was a right bitch – I took another slug - found another one...

I had just pulled on my underpants after taking a shower when I was suddenly startled; Mom’s arms hugged me from behind as she nussled into my neck, “Happy birthday Dick.”

“Hey Mom – what’s all this shit! I exclaimed as her hand fondled my crotch, “Mmm, Nineteen, Able bodied an growing nicely,” she giggled,

“I’ve got a birthday kiss for my man of the house!”

Dad had died recently and occasionally mom had some bad days.

“Hell mom, leave it out! Have you been drinking or something?”

She’d always been an impeccable mother, and attractive in a professional adult way that was almost aloof or remote: prim and virtuous: except for her arrogant breast; which had a way of reminding you she had a fine figure.

I turned and was amazed to find she was only in bra and briefs! And then her hips pressed into mine!

Her kiss was seductive; causing me to blush at the sexual surge I’d felt!

My breath caught in my throat. I had never seen her semi-naked before!

Christ, she had a great figure!

Her breasts were taunt and high, barely held in check by the little bra she was wearing. Her waist was slim and flared dramatically onto inviting hips. Her legs were long, slender and muscular at the same time.

I was bewildered and simply gaped in awe as ‘the python’ stiffened; and knew it’s arousal was obvious to her. I was extra embarrassed because my cock was excessively big.

She grinned at my embarrassment.

“Aw Dick, your so nice I could eat you – my lovely boy.”

She leaned into me and kissing me I could taste the drink on her lips...

She lost her balance a little, rolled into me, laughing and pushing me onto my back. She snuggled her cheek into my chest laying half over me.

Her leg slid up over mine and I could feel her crotch against my thigh.

My pulse was now pumping-up my python to maximum: and suddenly I pressed against her! God what was I doing!

Then feeling its heat and ridged hardness against her hip, she reacted,

“Jesus! Is that for real?” she murmured. Her lips came close to mine again.

Should I indulge in her being playfully tipsy or decline this once in a lifetime opportunity of making out with mom. She couldn’t say I made a pass at her: not when she had me pinned down on the floor!

I ran my hand down her back, and she shivered, her hips pushing against my cock.

“My God, you feel so massive!” she swooned. She looked up into my face and offered me her lips.

Our mouths came together with a sudden hunger and there was just the sound of our heavy breath against each other. My hands traced over her beautiful butt and then her slender midriff. She moaned softly in my ear as her hands went onto my cock and explored it’s length,

“What a lovely young man you’ve become Dick. Do you find me attractive too?”

“You certainly look very attractive at the moment mom.” I grinned.

I caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues duelled for a minute while our hips writhed together. But she suddenly stopped herself and her hands held onto my arms as face gave a nervous look.

“Guess you enjoyed your birthday kiss – huh?” she whispered, “but maybe I’ve had a little too much to drink Dick. I’ll leave you to dry off; ok?”

As she got up and went from me, after that fleeting moment of sex, a new sensation of masculinity filled me on that morning of my nineteenth birthday.

From then on, when at home together, Mother and I began a teasing and pleasing game. Like when she’d called me into her bedroom a few day’s after my birthday.

“Hey Dick, help me with new bra hook will you darling?”

She was facing her mirror wearing a new black bra which still had the label on it.

That was hot shit.

My fingers fumbled with the tiny hooks in the small of her back but then she slowly swivelled round to face me.

“Do you think it fits me OK”

I coloured up as I swam in her perfume; gazing at her enticing tits.

“Yea, fits you real good; they sure look yummy too.” I added daringly.

Her hand came gently onto my cheek, “ Look, I want you know I got a real buzz with that kissing we did; I’m hoping it was OK with you too?”

“Yea, it sure was a cool birthday surprise Mom.”

“Please ... now fathers gone, call me Shelia; would you Dick?”

“O k then ... Shelia.” I whispered as my pulse race.

Her hand took mine onto her breast while whispering, “ You can handle them if you like Dick.”

As my hands ventured over her taunt breast, her hand ran down over my hardened cock and then released it from the constraint of my underpants.

“Mmmn!! you really are a big boy! I’ve been longing to feel it Dick.”

Mom slipped the bra off and a pair of superb fully laden breast fell out with bright pink nipples provocatively pointing out.

“Arh ... shit! They’re really choice Shelia.” I whispered as my cock throbbed.

No ... this is all shit – I want proper reall from my life time.

Ok...

Chalk Down Farm was the smallest farm in the Meon Valley.