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-Ed.

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Warning: This story contains graphic language, incest and under-
age sex.  If any of these topics offend you, delete this NOW.  If
they don't offend you, gee, you're as perverted as I am <grin>.
Enjoy!
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Kevin's Story
Chapter 4


Kevin woke up the next morning inordinately happy, but as so often
happens to the waking mind, he didn't immediately remember why.  He
felt the sheets rub against his morning hard-on, and then he
suddenly recalled the events of the previous night.  His already
swollen member seemed to get even harder.  He hopped out of bed and,
with his swaying boner leading him on like a divining rod, went off
in search of his mother.

Heather, for her part, woke with a feeling of guilt, albeit a small
one.  But as she showered away the sweat of the previous night, her
rationalizations completed themselves, washing away the guilt as
well.  By the time she had dried off and was getting dressed, she
had convinced herself that grabbing hold of her son's dick and
masturbating him to orgasm was an integral part of his sex
education.  She ignored the fact that it had turned her on as well,
since it was not germane to the idea of teaching him.

In her confusion the previous night, Heather had not closed her
bedroom door all the way, and as Kevin approached her room, he could
see his mom framed in the crack between the door and the jamb.  She
was just fastening her bra at that point, and the view was
breathtaking.  Since he had no idea what he was going to say to her,
he decided not to enter, but simply to observe her getting dressed.

Already she was in her bra and panties, but, strangely, Kevin was
not disappointed not to see her naked.  To a 14-year-old, underwear
was as good as naked, and when the underwear was as nice as
Heather's...

He stood transfixed, drinking in the view.  
Inside her room, Heather bustled about putting on her garter belt
and slowly pulling up her white stockings so as not to run them. 
Kevin stroked his rod as he watched her, and began to really
appreciate her taste in lingerie.

Finally, as she slipped into her uniform, she caught sight of his
shadow in the hall.  At first she was irritated, then she simply
sighed to herself and let it pass.  A little voyeurism never hurt
anyone, especially in view of what had already passed between them. 
But she resolved to speak to him again that evening.

When Kevin saw that his Mom was done dressing, he decided not to
knock and enter, but rather to return to his own bathroom and jerk
off.  After that, he went downstairs for breakfast to find that
Heather had already left.

That evening, Heather returned home to find that Kevin had once
again prepared dinner, although this time it was steak and baked
potatoes, with a tossed salad.  "Kevin!" she squealed in surprise,
"how on earth did you manage all this?"

Kevin proudly related to her that he had called his aunt long
distance to get instructions on the preparation as a surprise for
her.  "I just wanted to have a special Friday night supper," he
said.

Heather gratefully sat down to start on her salad, while Kevin
clumsily (but adorably, she thought) finished the meal and served
it.  To her continued surprise, he went to the 'fridge and produced
a bottle of wine, which he served her with great ceremony, but
served himself only a Pepsi.  He smiled engagingly  when he sat down
opposite her, and they dug in to the meal.  

When they were almost done, and Kevin was leaning over to refill her
glass, Heather realized that he was acting exactly as if they were
on a date.  The shock of the realization almost made her choke on
a mouthful of steak.  She saw the danger inherent in such a
viewpoint, but at the same time she was touched and flattered. 
Kevin was acting very courtly, almost like a caricature of a suave
movie suitor.  She resolved to talk to him after the meal about this
and other matters.  But Heather had to admit that it was the nicest
"date" she'd had in quite awhile.  No other man ever cooked for her,
or treated her with such respectful affection.  It's too bad,
really, that Kevin wasn't older, and not her son....

Kevin insisted on doing dishes himself, so Heather carried her wine
into the den and sat down on the couch.  A few minutes later he
appeared, but she noticed he had changed into his pajamas and robe.

"Kevin, I'd like to talk to you," she said.

"I'd like to talk to you, too," he said, sitting down next to her.

"It's about last night, and dinner, and this morning, too."

"This morning?" he asked.

"Yes, I saw you in the hall."

"I'm sorry, Mom.  I didn't want to bother you, but you looked so
nice I couldn't help but watch.  I should have asked you, first."

"Yes, you should, but that's not the point..."

"Would you have let me?" he interrupted.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"Watch you dress.  I mean, you did say we could be honest with one
another."

"Uh, yes, I guess so..."

"Great, I really appreciate this Mom."

By now, Heather was thoroughly confused.  Perhaps she shouldn't have
drunk so much wine.  But she couldn't for the life of her figure out
what Kevin was driving at.  Plus she'd lost the thread of what she
was going to say.

"Appreciate what?" she asked.

"This honesty stuff.  I was really confused about sex and stuff, and
it really helps that I can talk to someone I trust.  I love you,
Mom."

"Oh, Kevin, I love you, too.  I'll always be here for you.  You know
that."

"I know, and last night was really special to me.  That's why I made
such a nice dinner, to kind of say thanks.  It really helped me."

"Good."

"In fact, I'd like to show you what I've learned.  I'm much better
at jack-uh, masturbating now.  I practiced today.  Can I show you,
please?"

Totally taken aback, extremely confused and feeling a little horny
from the wine, Heather barely nodded before Kevin stood in front of
her.  He pulled his robe back behind his hips.  She could already
see his hard rod tenting out the front of his pajamas.

Kevin unsnapped his pants and let them fall around his ankles.  As
she did the previous night, Heather gasped slightly.  She was amazed
that such a large organ could grow from the loins of such a slim
body.  Kevin kept his left hand on his hip, holding the robe out of
the way.  He dropped his right hand to his blood-engorged rod. 
Heather shivered involuntarily as his first stroke brought forth a
clear drop of seminal fluid.  Her wine-clouded mind retreated to the
now familiar rationalizations for her actions, but her body
responded honestly:  her nipples hardened under her blouse; her
respiration increased; her tongue moistened her lips quickly,
nervously; she shifted forward in her seat, her knees parting
slightly; a slow warmth suffused through her body, accompanied by
a wetness in her pussy.

Kevin seemed not to notice these subtle changes; his eyes were half
closed as he smoothly stroked his rod.  His lidded gaze looked half-
sleepy with lust, and seemed concentrated on his mother's heaving
bosom.  Three buttons had come undone on her blouse, and he could
see the creamy tops of her breasts and the thinnest line of her bra
peaking out of the top.  As she shifted forward in her seat, his
eyes were drawn to her stockinged legs.  He remembered the erotic
vision of the morning: his mother slowly pulling up the white
stockings.  

Heather lay back in the chair, her gaze totally focused on that hand
pistoning on that rod.  Unconsciously, the fingers of her own hand
curled as they had the night before to stroke that penis.  The
tactile memories flooded through her, exciting her even more.  She
wanted to drop her own hand between her legs, but seemed to lack the
will to do anything voluntarily.

Mother and Son faced each other, each experiencing physical
stimulation, but the mental stimulation far outpaced that.  Both
were wrapped in memories, she of him the night before, he of her
this morning.  In his mind's eye, Kevin followed the progress of the
stockings she pulled on this morning, over the ankle, up the smooth
calf, over the knee.  Heather recalled each individual stroke she
had applied last night, the feel of the warm flesh beneath her, the
bump on her fingers of his glans.

Kevin became more excited as his eyes travelled up her leg, seeing
the stocking gliding over that creamy thigh.  As the stockings in
his vision came to their end, his mental gaze travelled up his
mother's thigh to the white panties snugly nestling their prize. 
He felt himself start to cum.

Heather recalled tightening her grip, stroking faster, and her own
orgasm approached.

With a strangled cry, Kevin pitched forward slightly, his left hand
supporting him on the back of Heather's chair.  He angled his dick
down, not wanting to spray cum all over his Mom's face.  A huge wad
fired down onto the white-stockinged thigh of his fantasy.

Kevin's cry almost broke Heather's concentration, but when she felt
that hot, gooey cum hit her leg, she arched her back up, threw her
head back, and gasped out her orgasm.  

Spurt after spurt of cum landed on those thighs, each one searing
it's way into Heather's orgasm.  No man's cum, in her pussy, down
her throat, between her breasts, had ever put her over the edge like
this before.

As Kevin finished coming, he opened his eyes and looked down into
his mother's face.  Heather was still in the midst of her orgasm,
with her head back, her eyes closed and her lips parted.  Without
thinking, her dropped his mouth to cover hers.  His mother kissed
him back hungrily.  Suddenly, her eyes flew open to stare into his. 
Startled, Kevin pulled back, grabbed up his pants, and ran from the
room.

Heather still wasn't quite all the way back.  Her surprised glance
had not been because her son was kissing her, but because a kiss had
in no way figured in that fantasy place where she was reliving last
night.  With Kevin gone, she still was wrapped in lust.  She ran her
hands over her thighs, revelling in the sensation of hot, sticky cum
giving way to the small rough mesh of fibers of her stockings.  She
continued to massage the cum into her legs, then she picked up one
hand and examined the goo all over her fingers.  Dreamily, she
examined the way it clung to her fingers.  Then she seemed to come
to a bit.  She got up, went to her room, stripped off her clothes
and hopped in the shower.  Still partly dazed, she went to sleep.

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Kevin's Story
Chapter 5


The next day was Saturday.  Kevin woke up not knowing what to
expect.  He was certain his Mom was not happy about what had
transpired the night before.  Whether or not she would mention
troubled him.  But even if Heather let it go, Kevin was still
consumed with guilt.

He padded downstairs, still in the robe and pajamas from the
previous night.  This time, however, his robe was belted tightly
shut.  Heather was in the kitchen,also in her robe, humming to
herself while fixing breakfast.

For her part, Heather was not mad at her son at all.  She felt that
what had transpired between them so far was simply furthering
Kevin's sex education.  She was also feeling guilty, however, for
enjoying herself so much in the process.

She turned around from the stove and started slightly.  Kevin had
come into the kitchen and sat down without even saying hello.  Now
he was seated at the table with his head in his hands.

"Good morning, Tiger,"  she said cheerily.

"Mmmf, mornin'," he said without raising his head.

Heather immediately became concerned.  "Are you okay, honey?  Are
you sick?"
"No, I'm fine," he said, and left it at that.

Heather shrugged and turned back to the stove.  A few minutes later,
she shoveled some eggs onto his plate.  Without looking up, he took
his fork and began eating, still holding his head up with the other
hand.  Heather was puzzled, but let it be for now.  She tried to
make conversation a few times, but Kevin's monosyllabic answers
rebuffed her attempts.

After only a few mouthfuls, Kevin rose, scraped his leftovers into
the trash, the dashed upstairs again.  Perplexed, Heather finished
her own breakfast, and cleaned up.  As she washed the few dishes,
she wondered if perhaps Kevin was mad at her for what had occurred. 
Certainly, she hadn't encouraged him last night, but you never know
how kids might interpret things.  Finishing the countertop, she
dried her hands and went up to talk to him.

Kevin was in his bedroom, back in bed but still in his robe.  The
shades were drawn and the room was in deep shadow.  Heather came in,
pulled his desk chair over alongside the bed and sat on it.  "Kevin,
honey, what's wrong?"

Kevin lay with his head muffled in his arms "Nothing," came the
barely audible reply.

"Are you worried about what's been happening between us?"

There was no answer from the teenager.

"Have I done anything wrong, anything to hurt or offend you?"

"Oh, God, no!" he groaned.

"Then what's wrong?  Why won't you talk to me?"

"I shouldn't have done that last night.  It was terrible of me."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.  "It was not terrible of
you at all.  Didn't anything I said to you before get through?  It's
okay for you to ask me about these things and for me to teach you. 
If I were upset, believe me you'd know."

Kevin lay silent for awhile, digesting this.

"Kevin?" she prompted.

With his face still in his arms, Kevin gulped, "But you don't do it. 
Only me.  I feel like it's not right if you don't do it."

"Do what, Kevin?  Do you mean masturbate?"

"Yes."

Heather had to laugh at that, but was careful to make it a friendly
chuckle lest she hurt her son's feelings further.

"Oh Kevin, of course I do.  Everyone does."

Kevin lifted his head, surprised.  "You do?!"

"Of course, silly.  Like I said, everyone does."

Kevin seemed to forget his problems with the fascination of this new
piece of information.  He flipped over and sat up, crossing his legs
Indian style.  "But, I don't understand.  Women don't have, you
know, a thing."

Heather had trouble concentrating on an answer, because she could
see Kevin's prick pushing against his pajama bottoms.  It never
ceased to amaze her how quickly and with what little stimulation
teenage boys got hard.  Grown men for that matter.  "Prick," she
said, half to herself.

"Huh?" 

"Prick, cock, dick, these are all terms for penis, Kevin.  You can
use them with me.  I told you the other night, you can ask me
anything.  You don't have to call a prick a 'thing'."

"Well, what are the terms for your 'thing'?"

"Well, vagina is the clinical term, but many people call it a pussy,
slit or cunt.  But for some reason I don't like the term cunt."

"Then I won't use it.  But still, how does a woman jack off?"

"Well, she can use several methods.  She can simply stroke her pussy
lips, inserting her fingers or an object in her pussy.  Or she can
concentrate on her clit and bring herself off with her finger.  Some
women can cum merely by stimulating their breasts.  Most women use
a combination of those methods.  Do you follow me?"

Kevin had been nodding his head slightly at her explanation, as
though he understood.  But when Heather asked him point blank, he
had to truthfully answer "Uh, no."

Heather frowned a bit in thought, then said "Are you familiar with
female anatomy?"

"No."

"Hmmm.  Kevin, honey, would you like Mom to show you?"

"Yeah!"  he grinned enthusiastically.

Heather frowned again, a bit concerned over his eagerness.  But he
was young and inexperienced.  His curiosity was understandable. 
Besides, a young man could get himself in trouble trying to discover
the mysteries of a woman's body, either by exploring unsafely with
someone his own age or as the toy of an older woman.  Or merely
through voyeurism as he displayed this morning.  That could get him
in trouble with the law if he got caught.  No, it seems that this
way was the only course.

So Heather stood up, untied the sash of her robe, and let it drop
to the floor.  Kevin's eyes got wide as saucers as he beheld her
nearly naked body.  As it happened, Heather was wearing a normal,
though lacy, bra and panty set.   She reached behind her back, undid
the clasp, and let the bra drop to the floor.  Kevin gasped as he
beheld those magnificent mammaries.  Heather simply reached down and
peeled off her panties, stepping out of them.  There was no coyness
in her style, since her aim was not to excite but to educate. 
Nevertheless, the circumstances were such that both mother and son
were getting extremely excited.  Somewhat wobbly, Heather sat down
on the chair again, facing her son on his bed.

"Okay," she said, soft and low, "these are my breasts, obviously." 
She hefted her pendulous tits toward Kevin.  "They are also called
tits, boobs and other things.  This area is called the areola, and
these are the nipples.  This area becomes engorged with blood and
the nipples become stiff when a woman is excited."  Heather noticed
her nipples were in exactly that state so she hastily added "...or
cold."

Next she parted her knees and guided Kevin on a tour of her pussy. 
"This is the pubic hair, this area is the mons, these lips are
called the labia majoris.  If I pull them back...like so...you can
see the labia minoris and the clitoris, or clit.  It is analogous
in structure to your penis, although it does not excrete urine or
cum.  It does become stiff with blood, as does the whole area."

Heather had been looking down at herself as she spoke, and now when
she raised her head she saw to her consternation that Kevin had
pulled out his cock and was softly stroking it.  With a bit of
prideful detachment she noted that his technique had improved, but
most of her mind was beginning to glaze over again with that
familiar lust.  "Kevin, you're doing that much better, now."

"Thanks, Mom.  But could you show me, please, how you do it."

Although reluctant, Heather could hardly say no, since she had
encouraged this learning experience.  Besides, it would feel good.

So she leaned her head back in her chair, placed her feet well apart
on the edge of Kevin's bed, closed her eyes, and dropped one hand
to her crotch, one to her breasts.

Kevin gasped, and almost came at the erotic sight before him.  His
mom's long black hair hung mostly off the back of the chair, but a
few locks were laying over her shoulders and curling around those
huge breasts.  Like most boys his age, he was extremely fascinated
with those tits.  And to see his mom's hand kneading her own
titflesh, that same hand that had rubbed his cock, was nearly mind-
and cock-blowing.  So he gripped his penis hard, almost painfully,
and stopped stroking.  He directed his attention now tho the
fascinating apparatus between his mom's legs.  That clit was
extremely interesting.  As Heather stroked her fingers between her
lips, that little nub of flesh had already poked further out. He
noticed how every time she touched it, she quivered involuntarily. 
Still holding onto his cock, he leaned closer for a better look.

It took very little for Heather to leave everything behind and start
up that hill to the heights of orgasm.  Already, during the course
of her conversation with Kevin, she had started to drip her love
juices into her panties, a highlight she had omitted from her tour. 
But those slick juices let her fingers fly around the whole area,
and pretty soon she felt her first orgasm coming on.  She had
deliberately not concentrated on her clit, because she didn't want
to lose it totally in front of her son.  But she desperately wanted
to.

Fascinated, Kevin leaned closed, scootching his butt between his
mother's outstretched legs.  Soon he was sitting on the edge of his
bed, his legs hanging down and his nose nearly in his mom's pussy 
The sharp tangy smell of a woman's arousal assailed his nostrils,
which flared trying to catch every whiff.  Her head still back, her
eyes till closed, his mom was beginning to squirm her butt across
the chair seat.  Unconsciously, Kevin reached one hand forward...

Heather began reaching for that orgasm, wanting it to be done
quickly so she could return this day to its normal channels.  It was
going to be perfect, a quick little cum to take the edge off.  Later
in her own bedroom she could cut loose.  But now she was straining,
nearly there... just about to...  "Yes, I cumming!" she thought,
then........

POW!!!!!!! her orgasm jumped up to incredible levels as her son's
slender fingers locked onto her clit.  Heather's head shot forward,
her eyes wide open, to see Kevin between her legs, two fingers
pressing against her clit, his pajama pants around his ankles, his
huge boy-cock in his hands.  The orgasm kept growing in intensity,
pant after pant of air coming from her mouth, wide open in a silent
scream.  Then she caught her breath and moaned "OH, OH, YES!  KEVIN
DON'T STOP...  YOU'RE MAKING MOMMY CUMMMMMM!"

Kevin's fingers danced among hers, bringing his mom to the heights
she'd taken him to two nights before.  His fingers were becoming
slick with her juices. He kept jiggling that clit, his boner
throbbing in his hand, but not ready to cum yet as he held it tight. 

Finally, Heather gaspingly was able to beg him to quit.  He
immediately stopped and sat back.  Afraid that he had hurt or
offended her, he backed off uncertainly.  Heather lay her head back
again and caught her breath.  Then she opened her eyes and sat up. 
She could feel her juices on her thighs as they rubbed together. 
Aware that Kevin's manner showed uncertainty, she leaned forward,
put her hand on his, and whispered "Thank you, that was wonderful."

"Was it?" he gulped, "you liked that?"  

"Oh yes," she said, her voice soft, sexy, husky.  "It was very nice. 
Do you see now how women 'do it'?"

Kevin simply nodded.

"Okay, since you were so helpful to Mommy, she'd like to pay her
baby back.  Would you like me to make you cum?"

Wordlessly, he nodded again.

Heather slipped onto the bed beside her son.  "First, take off this
top," she said, helping him to unbutton the pajamas.  The pants
already lay in a heap on the floor.  He shrugged the thin cotton
material over his shoulders, and was as naked as his mother.

"Lie back," she gently instructed him.  Kevin obeyed.  Heather then
leaned up on one elbow, and grasped his velvety hard rod with her
right hand.

Slowly, softly, she began to stroke her son's penis.  As she did,
she spoke softly to him.  "It was very nice what you did for Mommy,
Kevin.  You made her feel so good.  That's the most important part
of sex between two people.  Each should be interested in the
pleasure of the other. I'm so proud of you for having such a mature
view."

Kevin heard these words only distantly.  So did Heather for that
matter, as if someone else were speaking.  Both their attentions
were focused on that jutting, shuddering cock: he from within, she
from above.

But she kept up the litany, all the while increasing her pace. 
"Kevvy, you've been so good to Mommy, taking care of things while
she works.  I love you without it, but I love you even more for it. 
I want to teach you so much.  I want to make you so happy."

Kevin's eyes were slitted nearly shut, unfocused, wandering. 
Suddenly they locked onto one of Heather's tits dangling close to
his face as she leaned over him.  It jiggled and swayed in time to
the movements of her delicate hand.  He leaned over and sucked the
nipple into his mouth.

Still speaking softly to him, Heather was startled by the sudden
extra contact: "Yes, honey, Mommy wants you to feel good.  She
really -OH- yes, Kevvy!  That's so nice.  Suck Mommy's titty while
she makes you feel good.  Mmmm, you're such a good boy.  I can tell
you're going to cum soon.  Go ahead honey.  Come on, let it loose. 
Oh, yes, suck Mommy's tit.  Cum, baby.  Cum for mommy.  Come on, 
do it.  Oh, yes, come on.  Oh, Yes!  That's it, you're cumming!  Oh
good boy!   My good, big boy is cumming for Mommy!  Oh sweetie,
that's so beautiful!"

Kevin's first spurt of cum shot up in the air and landed on
Heather's cheek.  The rest seemed to simply flow out, running all
over her fist and his cock.  She continued to rub him, massaging his
cum all through the light fluffy pubic hair.  Leaning forward to
kiss him, her tit popped from his lips.  She covered that still open
mouth with hers and kissed him deeply, longingly.  She could feel
that first squirt of cum running down her cheek toward their lips,
so she broke the kiss so as not to let it interfere.  Kevin fell
back exhausted, and began to drift into sleep.  His last image of
wakefulness was of his gorgeous mother, her bountiful breasts
swinging free, as she stuck her tongue out to lick his cum off her cheek.

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Well, that's it for this time, boys and girls.  I'm still working on the
next and hopefully final part of Kevin's Story.  I hope it won't take as long
as last time.  Let's hear from those of you out there who have similar stories
to tell (hopefully true, but not necessarily so).  If you can't commit them
to disk, tell me how and I'll do it for you.

Keep pushin' on

Ed.
