Preteen Son Lil Ray

In the rural we survive as we can, taking our pleasures as we can, happy with my motherfucker I am

I was in the kitchen canning when my son came rushing in screaming, tugging at his shirt and pants. I’d sent him out picking more veggies, pulled the shirt over his head to see Fire Ant stings, all over his belly, down his shorts raking off and smashing those I could. Noticed in a heartbeat my preteen son was well hung, many men would be proud to sport, semi hard from rubbing at his stings he was a good six inches and growing.
Trying to think what I had of the house to put on him I was flustered, the stings were primarily on his cock and even before I knew what I was doing. I placed my mouth over his cock. Up to my son I looked, nodding my head in query, if I was helping, Licked the underside of his hard cock with the tip of my tongue. Marveling at the amount of cock, my young son was delivering to his mother’s mouth, my preteen had at least a seven inch cock and very thick, his hips went to automatically stroking my mouth.
“Mom! That’s feels so good,” by now it wasn’t the stings bother him so much as his mother’s skills, I made sure to kiss and lick every wound to his cock.
“Oh Mom! What’s happening,” hard to answer with seven inches of cock down your throat but in the instant I knew my preteen son was having his first orgasm and I meant to catch, every drop. Had to hold him by his narrow hips, shooting his cum down his mother’s throat, sure he saw delight of his mother’s eyes. Felt so privileged eating his first ejaculation. All his cum I swallowed, delight showing of my eyes, up to him.
“Mom, we don’t have to stop do we, it’s making my wee-wee feel so much better,” smile of my eyes should have told him so much but inexperienced as he is, I kissed him on the mouth with tongue in mouth and lead him to my bed. Placed him on the my bed and striped my clothing, taking again in my mouth, making him fully hard again.
“Mommy has something that will make you wee-wee feel even better,” telling him and lying beside I pulled my son over and between my legs, instructing how to rub the head in my flowing juices and enter his mother’s, wanting, hairy pussy. Never does my husband keep me well fuck, not as much as I need but living out in the rural, where is a gal to get all she needs. Again my young son knew of instinct to fuck in and out with little instructions.
“Mommy, I think it’s going to happen again,” my son’s breath began coming hard and fast.
“Slow down Baby. We don’t have to be in a hurry, your dad won’t be home for hours and soaking your wee-wee would be best. Stop and wait, the feeling you are having will lessen and you can stay inside Mommy’s pussy much longer,” holding my son between my legs, I felt him still.
“Mommy, can I suck your titties,” my son unembarrassed looking me in the eyes.
“Oh yes! Mommy would love that,” smiled watching my young son capture my large nipples, sucking gently and switching back and forth from one big tit to the other. Cannot express the orgasms coursing through my body with his seven inch, hard cock, not that he was larger than my husband but the love I was feeling between my son and I. No point explaining how my husband and I came to marry, no real love there.
Not that I mind getting fucked by my husband but only happens two or three times a week. My husband runs a logging crew and works ten to twelve hours a day, often falling to sleep after his evening meal, most often he wakes up and fucks me awake. Which I don’t mind at all, a hard cock stroking me awake, my pussy responds before I am fully awake. Wrapped my arms and legs around my young son as he blew his cum, deep in his mother’s pussy. Amazed at the amount my preteen son delivered, his cock pulsing and jerking of its own will, my young son looked up from my tits to my eyes.
“Mommy! That felt so good, do I have to stop now,” how does a woman say no to such loving eyes.
“Oh no! We have to make sure the ant bites are well soaked,” felt my young son began hunching his mother’s, happy pussy again.
“Mommy it feels so soft, warm, wet and slick inside you. What do I call your thingy,” hunching my son back, he was learning long stroking all on his own.
“Mommy calls it her pretty pussy, like a little baby cat feeling so soft and warm but you must never use that words in front of your dad,” my young son raised up watching his large wonderful cock, fucking his mother’s pussy covered of dark hair.
“Would he get mad, Mommy,” my young son knew very well what the wrath of his father could be.
“Yes, and beat us both,” my son and I had been there before but not of reasons of the two of us, having sex. My young preteen son fuck with me until the afternoon was gone and time to start supper cooking. Each time my young son lasted longer and longer, with me telling him often how wonderfully he was making his mother feel. Made sure my young son knew he was to never mention to anyone what we had done this day, none would understand the love he and I were feeling together.
My young son ate like I have never seen him before, even my husband, Big Ray, remark of Lil Ray’s appetite. Happy my young son, smiles to me when his father wasn’t looking, I’d give him a wink smiling back. Big Ray off to bed I kissed my son of his forehead, for his height only comes up to my lips and whispered of the promise of our tomorrow’s coming. Lil Ray was exhausted I knew, sleep I was sure he would but sometime after midnight I awoke to find Lil Ray slipping into my bed with his cock hard.
“I couldn’t sleep Mommy. My wee-wee won’t let me,” my young son naked, I felt his cock throwing a leg over his hip as I lay facing the outside of the bed and slipped my son’s big cock, into his mother’s wanting pussy.
Seemed like hours passed with my young son slowly stroking his mother’s pussy and we both fell asleep. Of the morning I awoke to my husband’s hard cock, probing me from behind, raising a leg I allowed Big Ray entering my pussy. Husband finding I was wet and slick, he wouldn’t think anything amiss, him finding cum of the sheets, wouldn’t set off any alarms.
“What he doing in our bed,” my husband reaching over to grope my tits, surprised seeing Lil Ray.
“He had a nightmare with his ordeal of the fire ants, don’t wake him,” my husband and I always sleep naked, husband didn’t raise covers to know Lil Ray was naked also, busy fucking me, from behind.
Leaving Lil Ray sleeping we got up after husband finished with my pussy. Big Ray running the logging crew has to be up early, getting his crew of loggers out early, as soon as sunrise taking advantage of what little cool there is to be had. I fixed a very large breakfast for Big Ray and Lil Ray, knowing my young son would be very hungry awaking. I meant to fuel Lil Ray up for what I knew would come of the day, his loving mother, could hardly wait.
The years seem to pass by much more quickly with having my young son and his father, fucking my ever, wanton pussy. Lil Ray worked with his father, learning his trade, most often beating his father home to give his mother the fucking she wanted the day long, before his father was home. Thankful Big Ray was most often too tired, sleeping like a log, giving me and Lil Ray a chance to fuck as he slept. Often Lil Ray would come, during the night, fucking with his mother with his dad snoring away.
After Lil Ray was grown, becoming a man, nine inches and thick my son’s cock grew. Lil Ray’s father died of a horrid logging accident, leaving Lil Ray and I to fuck as we desired. Lil Ray’s sex drive, he inherited from his mother and the only regret I have, I never was able to have more children after Lil Ray. Lil Ray took over his father’s logging crew but never was he too tired to fuck with his mother, coming home of an evening or of morning, waking me the way I so desire.

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