'Isn't that something your mother told you?' I questioned. 'Isn't she the one who told you it was nasty to have anyone touch you there? Or did you hear someone at school say it?'
'My mother,' he meekly responded.
'That's what I thought,' I said. 'Now let's see if your mother was right about that.'
Before he could protest I had his fly open and my hand inside. Be was wearing jockey shorts, and it took me a little while to find the hole, but when I did find it I tugged gently on his little shaft and his midget prick came out in my fingers. I massaged it softly and slowly, letting the stiffness firmly into my palm.
The twin weight of' his marble-sized balls hung comfortably against my knuckles as I tenderly milked the little guy's prick ‘til it stuck up from between his legs as proud as a bandy rooster.
'Still think it's nasty to do this?' I asked. 'You think anything that feels as good to you as this could be nasty?'
'Um… I don't know… but it sure does… ummm… It sure does feel good!' he answered, his words broken by gasps of pleasure.
I ran my other hand all around his crotch, patting and caressing him like a baby. That was the strange thing about it except for that stiff little prick sticking out from his hairless crotch, he was very much like a baby. The smoothness of his skin and the small size of his body, along with his dependence on me, made him seem babyish. But that hard bit of maleness between his legs was anything but babyish. I guess you could say be appealed to me on two levels, as 'mother' and as lover. I wanted to be real gentle with him and baby him, but I also wanted to arouse his masculinity and make him want to fuck.
He sat with dreamy big eyes as I continued to masturbate him. He soon got squirmy, though. It was time to get on with things and prepare him for action.
'Here, honey,' I said, 'let me take these bad old pants all the way off. They're making you uncomfortable. And let's get your shirt off, too. You can bug me better with your clothes off.'
Although he had given me a little static when I had first started going into his pants to get his cock out, this time he gave me absolutely no trouble in seconds I had him stripped down to just his shoes and socks. I'd had to get him up and out of my lap to undress him, and now that it was over he made a beeline back to me and grabbed my tits again. He'd found something he liked and wasn't about to let go. He sucked a tit with his ‘mouth and hugged the other with both hands, and now that he was buck-naked I had the added enjoyment of feeling his legs against my stomach and ribs.
'What you doing?' he suddenly asked me.
It sort of embarrassed me to have him catch me. What I was doing was sneaking a feel of my own pussy. My skirt was still on, and I had my tree hand underneath it and was rubbing myself through my panties while I played with his cock with the other hand. He was too young to know, what to do, and I was getting so sexed-up that I didn't want to take time to teach him on the spot. 'If you must know, Bobby,' I said, 'I'm trigging myself. Making myself feel good just like I'm making you feel'
'But you don't have anything down there to play with like I do,' he protested. 'I know that much. Only boys have these, and girls don't have any at all'
'Girls may not have cocks,' I explained, 'but we've got something just as good. We have pussies cunts-and I'm frigging, mine right now. I'm playing with myself just like I used to when I was your age. I've played with myself ever since I was a little girl, even before I had any hair on my pussy.'
'Can I see?' he asked.
It gave me a thrill to know he wanted to look.
'If you're a good boy you can,' I told him.
'What do you mean?' he asked.
'I mean it you keep sucking on my tits and playing with them like you've been doing,' I said.
I set him down, off my lap, and stripped down to my panties. Instead of picking him back up I lay down beside him. Be ha amp; only his shoes and socks on and I had nothing but my panties, which were black and sheer except for the lacy, opaque crotch.
'Can't I sit in your lap any more?' he asked. 'Can't I play with your tits?'
'You can p1ay with my tits, but you don't have to sit in my lap to do it,' I said. 'Come lie down beside me.'
'Okay' be agreed, crawling onto the couch with me, 'but you still have your underwear on. I thought you were going to show me your… uh… what is that thing… your, uh-pussy-that's it, your pussy. Don't I get to see it now? Haven't I been good?'
'Sure you do,' I said, 'but I'm going to let you do something better than just see it. I'm going to let you touch it.'
'And will you touch me again?' he asked. 'Will you do what you were doing to my cock?'
'Sure, sweetheart,' I said, reaching for his little tool again and finding still bard as a rock.
He gingerly put his hand on my panties. The touch of his awkward little fingers so near to my cunt sent a shiver of anticipation through my body.
'Inside, Bobby,' I urged him. 'Put your hand inside my panties and feel around for it.'
'But I don't know what to feel for,' he protested.
'Then do more than putting your hand in,' I advised. 'Put your hand inside and yank my panties down far enough to where you can see. I'm pretty sure you'll like what you find in there, honey.'
Be stuck a finger inside the leg band and pulled. 'No, not like that,' I said. 'You have to take them oft from the top, just like your shorts.'
He grinned and said, 'I felt hair under there just now.'
'There's a lot more, too,' I said. I was getting nervous and wanting his hand on my cunt. 'Go ahead and yank ‘em off. Then you'll see. And hurry, will you?'
The kid grabbed the waistband and drew them off.
'Yes,' he exclaimed, 'it's so hairy I can't see anything. It's so thick and curly I can't tell what's under there.'
'Put your hands in the hair and feel around,' I said. 'You'll find something real warm and smooth and nice in there… something you'll like to play with. And right now it's damp, too. Real damp, almost wet. It's slick and hot.'
He stuck his hand in my fuzz and fooled around ‘til he came to the naked meat of my cunt lips. I jacked him off a little faster and rubbed my tit against him.
'Right there,' I whispered. 'There it is.'
'Why are you whispering?' he said.
'Because it's a secret,' I told him. 'That's my secret place and you've found it. It makes me feel real good when you touch me there… just like your cock feels good when I trig it for you.'
'There's a… a crack there,' he said wonderingly. 'There's a slit between these two big soft places.'
'That's my cunt,' I said, feeling the warmth rise. 'That's what a cunt is. Put your fingers inside, now. Go on in there where it's warm and moist.'
He was so interested in his new find that he forgot all about my tits and used both hands. I kept jacking him off all the while, but doing it gently and rather slowly. He squirmed his ass on the couch and made little thrusting motions to meet my hand. I never in my life would have known that a seven-year-old would be capable of responding in such a mature way as he was doing. 'It's so warm in your pussy,' he said dreamily. 'It's so warm and wet and-'
'Spread the lips, honey,' I instructed. 'Spread me open so you can see what it looks like.' I didn't know whether he could come or not, but I was damned sure needing it for myself. He did as I said, and the scent of sex came wafting out of my fuckhole like tog. He didn't say anything, but I could tell he liked the smell 'Rub your fingers on it,' I urged.
He hardly needed any encouragement. Already his fingers were softly working their way inside and exploring the wet tunnel of my cunt with a touch that brought me closer and closer to release.
The kid was getting a real funny look on his face. I wondered if he was about to come. I stepped up the speed of my band.
'That feel good?' I whispered.
Now he wasn't even talking, he just nodded. I put my arm around him and steered one of his hands to my
