I've said, I was intoxicated so I may have done it.
Unknowingly I've sealed my fate with that kiss. Since my wedding, my little brother in law has settled with us. He visited us every day and there wasn't a week that he hadn't stayed overnight at least once. I didn't mind, he was really a very nice boy. I didn't mind even when I found out that he was peeping at me in the bathroom and the bedroom, you see he was a very cute boy too. I found it amusing and it even added a spice to our sex life, to know that he was in the next room, rubbing his boyish, pencil-like pecker. Yes I peeked, and had seen it. Well, our sex life… after a couple of years it certainly could use the added spice. It deteriorated quickly to a boring routine. I admit that I was partially to blame. I did start nagging my Shepard that I wanted a child, to mind my ovulating times and so on. Anyhow, I found that the stains on Andrew's bed rather added pepper to my love life. I also have noticed a rather pronounced bulge in his pants after I had “neglected” to close properly the door in the bathroom. By that time, Andrew has been keeping his door meticulously closed, so I couldn't confirm my expectations regarding his size. I wouldn't stoop so low to peep through the keyhole! And, besides, he did keep the key always in.
Well, Andrew's growing bulge and the stains on his bed and on my soiled panties made me think of his coming bar-mitzvah. You may know, Bar mitzvah is the Jewish ritual coming of age for boys, at 13 years, and I have been thinking that the ancients must have had the age right. Andrew sure was showing signs of coming of age! Thinking of his Bar Mitzvah, I have asked Andrew what present he would like. To my surprise, his answer was, “A kiss.” I was surprised, yes, but I can't say that I was shocked, although I did know exactly what he had in mind! Nevertheless, I hugged him, pecked him on both cheeks and said, teasingly, “What a sweet boy you are! You can have my kisses any time!” “No!” he said. “I mean a real kiss!” “Why, isn't this real kiss?” I feigned innocence. “On my lips, like you did on your wedding!” He retorted and, holding me tight, he did plant a wet kiss on my lips, inserting his tongue roughly in. I must admit that although it shouldn't have, it did tingle in my groin. As I've said he was a very cute boy. “C'mon,” I teased him. “This kind of kisses is reserved for men, not for boys!” He answered, “But on my bar mitzvah I turn into a man, don't I?” Cute, wasn't he? So, pretending to be pondering, I answered, “Well… you do have a point there. But for being a man you have to practice a lot, yet… First of all, you don't force your tongue on your partner.” And it was then that he said that I had tongued him on my wedding episode. So, in order to correct his impression, I kissed on his lips, properly this time. I kissed him softly, sliding on his lips with my tongue, softly entering his eager mouth, rolling his innocent tongue, savoring its sweet taste. It went through me like an earthquake, so I just could imagine what this kiss did to him! We “practiced” like this several times, and each time the kisses grew more fervent. He held me tight to him, making me feel the bulge in his pants, which made me, I must admit, rather weak on my knees, so weak that, moaning into his mouth, I let him cup my breast in his hands and only with difficulty I did overcome myself and slapped his wrist away. It really did grow too dangerous, this game! Luckily, his bar mitzvah did come soon enough.
With us, Bar mitzvah is a very big celebration. It is almost as big production as a wedding! In Andrew's case we have kept it “on low profile” meaning we had only about 200 guests. What do you want, our family alone is about 100, and then the nearest friends and neighbors.
Well, 200 guests meant that the celebration was held in a banquet hall but we had to help with the catering in order to keep the expenses down. The soft drinks were kept in a sort of magazine and I kept getting in and out of there to fetch the drinks, and suddenly I felt hands squeezing my butt, and Andrew whispered in my ear, “I want my Bar Mitzvah present now please, you've promised.” I hate to admit it, but the situation made me rather horny. I felt hot and wet in my pussy, and it was in a rather hoarse voice that I whispered back, “Well, I did indeed. Come, take your present in the present room.” You see, the presents were kept in a small cubicle in the rear of that magazine. I knew that I shouldn't have, but couldn't help myself.
I've dragged him after me into the small cubicle, made him sit on a cupboard there, and lovingly kissed his lips. His tongue slipped slowly and softly into my mouth, rolling around mine, sucking it into his own mouth. He sucked my breath away with that kiss! I moaned and sagged and leaned into him making him lean back. I felt his hard cock pressing into my breast. He sent his hands to feel and caress my tits, at first over my blouse and then, when he hadn't met any resistance, he slipped his a hand inside and squeezed them, rolling my nipple between his fingers… A thirteen years old kid shouldn't know such things! My pussy burned and trickled and I just had to see the huge pole that was throbbing and poking my belly. I released his cock from its prison… No it was no boy's pecker! It was a full grown, six inches long manly tool, throbbing in my hand, with a purple mushroom head hungrily opening its slit with wet glassy drops forming.
I just had to taste it… Moaning I slipped it into my mouth, licking the salty-sweet drop of pre-cum from the soft big mushroom. I kept sucking it in, lowering myself more and more, feeling the hardness of the big pole in my mouth, until my lips met his pubic mound. I kept sucking and licking, and he was groaning excitedly, jerking his throbbing cock deep, deep into me. All that time his hands were rolling and squeezing my exposed tits, and when I handled softly his round balls, in their silky sack, he exploded. He spewed wad after wad of salty/sweet come into my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every single drop. What did you think, that I could have left the room with wads and stains on my blouse? In a shaky voice I have told him, “You are a man now!” And fled away on trembling limbs, and made straight for the toilets. I just had to jerk off immediately, before I lost my mind completely and climbed that wonderful pole! I took some of the remains of his spunk from my mouth on my finger and rubbed it in on my burning pussy, coming in a minute. What a beautiful sweet cock! The thought that the spunk could have made me pregnant just had sent me into another round and soon I was climaxing again, fantasizing that I was being fucked by this magnificent young tool. I know. I know it was perverted, but I couldn't help it.
I was hooked.*** Things changed between me and my little brother-in-law after his Bar Mitzvah. After all, we couldn't pretend that nothing had happened, could we? Honestly we tried to return to normalcy. Just that I have turned negligent with what I was wearing around at home, and I neglected even more to close properly the door to my bathroom or my bedroom. Now and then Andrew would ask, and with time demand, a kiss and sometimes I did grant his wish.
Damn me…how I did savor these sweet kisses! They went through me like tiny earthquakes, they did! And Andrew also did grab my tits and squeeze my ass, whenever he thought that he could do it unpunished, which was turning rather frequent. Andrew also turned not so careful about closing his door, even when jerking off. And yes, I did peek! And I did masturbate on seeing his wonder wand spewing its stuff! But we hadn't overtly resumed our physical relations. My relations with my husband Shepard, on the other hand, deteriorated from bad to worse. I can't honestly say that it was unconnected. You see, when I compared Andrew's open admiration and enthusiasm with Shepard's indifferent love making, I grew rather bitchy. And all that time I have nagged Shepard constantly about not giving me an offspring. I'm afraid that I quite derided him about that, calling him impotent, half a man, sissy, and whatnot. So once, about a year of these unhealthy relations later, after a rather fierce quarrel, Shepard has slammed the door behind him and left for the pub, leaving me annoyed, weeping, behind. And Andrew was there. He came to me, sat beside me on the sofa, caressing me, comforting me as I wept on his shoulder. Yes he had grown enough, now he was as high as I was. And yes, his penis grew too, I knew that. He hugged me and whispered into my ear how beautiful I was, and how mean Shepard had been to harass me like that, and he wiped off my tears, and kissed them of my eyes, and off my cheeks, and off my lips. His tongue entered my lips ever so softly and was caressing my lips as they parted and I just moaned with pleasure into his mouth, the hard feeling being gone and replaced by soft, loving wish to cuddle. I kissed him back, sliding my tongue into his mouth, sucking on his tongue which went down into my throat! I pressed against his youthful body, pulling his head into me while his hands were sliding up and down my back, and then, then it happened. As I've said I was pretty much agitated, and in my agitation I failed to dress properly and I wasn't wearing anything under my bathrobe. Now, as his hands were hungrily hugging me into him, the bathrobe fell open, and I felt the cool air on my exposed tits. Not only the air. I soon had his face buried in my cleft, his mouth sucking and licking my erect, sensitive nipples. I somehow slid back, finding myself lying on the sofa, Andrew lying between my spread, naked thighs. He slid down and down and I ecstatically, hungrily, directed his face in between my thighs, straight into my burning pussy. He landed there, kissing and caressing with his hands, licking in my love button, and I remember thinking, “Thank god for the internet! The kids nowadays know everything and don't need explaining what to do.” I was wrong. He needed guidance how to satisfy me, which I enjoyed, loved, to give him, and did he satisfy me! I moaned and sighed and squealed while squirming and thrashing my legs, jerking my pelvis into Andrew's face as I came. By now I couldn't stop. I stripped him naked, enjoying the sight of his lanky, hairless, flat chest, I nibbled on his nipples, and further down, down to his sparse, soft pubic garden that was surrounding his manful maypole. And it was manful indeed!
