'Ah, don't be sad,' he said, coming up and sitting along side her. 'My Mom's all alone. Hey, maybe you could call her sometime and you two could talk and all. I mean she's all alone and-'
'You're so sweet, little Stan,' she said, ruffling his curly dark hair with her hand. 'I bet the little girls at school really like you a lot.' She smiled and waited for the boy's response.
'Ah, shucks,' he said.
'Tell me about them,' said Janet. 'Do you ever play kissing games and things like that?' She eyed the boy's crotch. She was worried that she might have chosen too young a lad. 'I mean I remember when I was your age, and it wasn't so long ago-' She put a maternal hand to his leg and stroked his thigh lightly, '-and we used to play all sorts of kissing games. Post office, and spin the bottle, and.”
'I'll tell you a secret,' said the boy. 'If you promise not to tell anyone else.'
'Honor,' said Janet, holding up her free hand. 'Stick a needle?'
'O.k.,' said young Stan. 'One time a couple weeks ago I fingered Tina Davis.' Janet giggled. 'No, really. Honor. I did.' Stan held up his small hand.
'Was it fun?' asked Janet. 'Did you like it?'
'I don't know,' pondered the boy. Janet stroked his thigh again. 'It was kind of different. I never did that before. And I don't even know why she wanted to have me do that to her. I guess it didn't matter much to me.'
'How old is Tina?' asked Janet. 'Twelve,' said Stan. 'But I'm going to be thirteen next week.'
'Well,' said Janet Tibbleten, still wondering just how pubescent the boy was, 'you're nearly a grown man, aren't you?'
'That ain't what my Mom and Dad say.' He looked impatiently around the room. 'I better get-'
'Don't you like kissing Tina?' interrupted Janet. 'I mean didn't it make you feel good?' She turned and faced him, the way a little girl might show special interest in something, excitement in an effervescent manner. She felt she had to play that role. She could feel chills climbing her spine as she began to imagine what it might be like with the boy if she had her way.
'Well,' he said, taking her hand in a friendly manner and playing with it between his two hands, 'it was kind of funny. I was just touching her, you know, and not even thinking about it, and all of a sudden-' He leaned forward and whispered in Janet's ear.
'No!' she exclaimed. She leaned forward and asked him in a slightly louder whisper:
'How big did it get?'
He shrugged his shoulders. 'I don't know. I had my pants on.'
'I wonder, though,' said Janet, 'really if you did feel that way or if you're making it up.' She felt for sure she was on the right path. 'Honor!' he said. 'I wouldn't lie about that!' 'I bet,' said Janet. 'I bet if we kissed right now it wouldn't happen at all.'
'What do you want to bet?' asked the innocent boy. 'You name it.'
'O.k.,' she said, ruffling his hair again. 'I bet that if I lose, if it gets big, you can make me do anything you want.'
'Anything?' asked the boy.
'Anything!' exclaimed Janet. And to keep her side of the facade going she said:
'If it gets big, though. Not otherwise.'
'It's a bet,' said the boy. 'Come here. Now we have to kiss for a minute or two, and you'll see then.'
'How can I see?' said Janet. 'You have your pants on.'
'If you promise not to tell my mother,' said Stan, 'I'll take my pants off and we'll kiss and if it gets big you have to do what I say. Alright?'
'O.k.,' said Janet, beginning to blush already. 'Go on.'
Stan stood up and unbuckled his belt. He let his trousers fall down around his slender legs and ankles. Then he clumsily pulled his underwear down and lifted up his shirt so that it would be out of the way. Janet quickly inspected the boy's young crotch. She found what she was looking for, the hint of pubescence, and was willing to continue the game in order to see if she would win a very special bet of her own. 'Alright,' said Stan, 'let's see.' He leaned forward and shut his eyes.
Janet had to lean down to be on his level. She kissed him with her open mouth and at the same time slid her hand onto the boy's thigh and wrapped her long fingers around his curled member. Though much of his crotch was bald, there was enough pubic hair that she felt sure he could get an erection. She fiddled with his penis while she kissed him and a moment later the boy's hog was at attention. 'There!' he exclaimed, pulling away from Janet's mouth. She had slid her hand back from its fondling position, though the boy knew full well that somehow, maybe accidentally, Mrs. Tibbleton's fingers had slid into his crotch. 'Look at that,' he said. 'See? I told you.'
'You won the bet,' said Janet. 'What do you want me to do?' She eyed the stiff young phallus.
'Ah, gee,' said Stan. 'I don't know. If I was Tina and I had a cunt I'd make you touch it. I know. You can kiss my thingy. How's that? You kiss that and that will make it even, o.k.'
Janet's heart skipped a beat. She'd hoped for exactly that. She leaned down and said:
'Alright, but only once, o.k.' Stan nodded. She wrapped her lips tight around the boy's erection and used her fingers to guide the base of the pole. She sucked long and hard in one long kiss which the youth was reluctant to admit was much more than he'd properly won in the bet. 'Wow!' he moaned. 'I feel something this time! You really know how to kiss, Mrs. Tibbleton. Wait until I tell Tina about that!' He watched the teenage woman-his elder by four or so years-continue to 'kiss' his cock head. 'Gee,' he moaned, 'I never felt that way before.' Janet went licking around the base of the boy's prick. She held his nut nest in her hand and rolled the scrotum. Her goal was to get him so hot that he wouldn't let her stop. She kept close to his penis because she figured she had only one kiss to do it in, to get him so excited that she could get anything from him. She kept her tongue lapping up and down his stiff member. 'Gee,' he said, 'that's some kiss you do there Mrs. Tibbleton. I mean really. Honor! No one ever.. ooooh, wow!' He lay back on the sofa and let the blond teenager continue to work on his member. 'Wait until I tell Dad about this!'
'Now, now,' said Janet, sitting up, 'I don't think I'd go and tell anybody that I kissed you there. It wouldn't be right. It was a private bet. You know? And if you want me to kiss you some more on your thingy, you'll have to not tell anyone at all. O.k.? Honor?'
'Sure,' he said. 'But you won't kiss me any more now, I bet.' He looked dejected.
'If you want me to I will,' said Janet. 'But we have to go in a different room. I'm tired of this one.' The boy smiled and agreed to go to another room. With his pants dragging along the floor, he held onto Janet's hand as she led him to the bedroom. There she had him undress completely. He had no other pubic hair, except for a smattering under his arms. She had him lay down on the bed with his legs spread. She undressed: 'Because I get hot when I kiss,' she told the child. 'You don't mind, do you?' 'Naw,' said Stan. 'I seen my mother plenty of times.'
'You can call me Janet,' said the teenage wife. Then, naked, with her titties hanging, she climbed between the boy's smooth white legs and landed her tongue down on his prick again. The muscle hadn't shrunk an inch. It was big and sturdy and Stan was ready for another 'kiss' on the head of it. 'I like that kissing you do, Mrs.-I mean, Janet. It's nice.' He watched her swoop down on his pubescent member. She worked out on the boy's cock for a moment or two and then she sat up. 'Did you ever, ah, pull on your thingy?' she asked him.
'No' said Stan. 'My mother told me not to.'
'Oh, said Janet. 'Then you might be in for a little bit of a surprise. Don't worry though. It'll feel very nice.' She didn't say any more. She went back down on the boy's hog and sucked hard. She could tell that he was getting a lustier erection than before. She could see the blood pumping on the topside of the shaft, filling the expanding mushroom head, and she knew that soon his pecker would be hard enough to ejaculate or to fuck with. She momentarily decided to show the boy yet another kind of kissing.
'I'm going to kiss you very hard, now,' she said. 'So you get ready, alright?' she said. 'Are you ready, Stan?' His face was blushing a full crimson and he was perspiring at the brow. He nodded and she smiled at him. Her own face was quite flushed. She was heated and her tittles were pressing lightly along the child's thighs which made her even hotter. She went down on his hog and sucked especially hard, extremely vigorously, and she heard the boy moan in ecstasy: 'Oh, oh, oh, Mrs. Tib-bleton!' She didn't bother looking up. She knew what he was moaning about because she was swallowing his squirting jism. 'Oh, oh,' he sighed, relaxing suddenly, 'no one ever kissed me that hard before.'
Janet sat up from his crotch. Not a drop of jism showed. 'That's called a suck kiss, Stan,' she told him. 'Or a
