Can Mommy Help?

She'd discovered, in the absence of a boyfriend, how good she could make herself feel when she was alone. And that's what she was doing in the dark when her brother's friend Greg snuck into her room.

"Hey Barbie," he slurred, "past your bedtime?"

"What do you want?" she said, as she slid her hand out of her pajama bottoms. "Get out of my room or I'll yell for my brother."

"Oh no! I'll get in trouble," he joked, as he closed the door until it was nearly shut. She heard a rustling in the darkness and he was so close she could smell the beer on his breath. He put his hands on the bed, trying to find her, and whispered, "Give me your hand."

Stacy was paralyzed with indecision. No guy had ever been in her room before. Why had he shut the door? She nervously held out her hand.

Greg took it and wrapped it around a thick shaft. Her small hand was so cold that the shaft felt like it was burning hot. She couldn't see it in the darkness of her bedroom, but she knew it was his penis.

Greg stood there unsteadily, he'd expected her to shriek and yank her hand away when she realized what she was touching. Being drunk, he thought it would be hilarious. But then he felt her give his cock a gentle squeeze, feeling how hard it was. And then she stroked it twice.

Stacy liked how Greg's cock felt; it was so warm and was getting harder as she held it. She slid her hand back down her pajama bottoms and started to play with her pussy again. She stroked his cock with the same rhythm. She felt him tense and stiffen and heard him let out a little groan.

"Do you want me to stop?" she whispered.

"Fuck...no, Barbie."

"What did you call me?" She dug her nails into his cock.

"I mean...no, Stacy."

She closed her eyes and stretched out, waves of pleasure gently rolling over her as she diddled between her legs and enjoyed the feel of a guy's cock for the first time. She was getting close to coming when Greg let out a loud groan and she felt hot, sticky liquid spray across her face.

She had no idea what had happened as she sat up and wiped goo away from her mouth.

"Sorry," Greg whispered, as he tucked himself into his pants and left her room. "Thanks, Stacy."

She went to the bathroom and could see the sticky white stuff all over her pajamas and hair. She knew it must be the 'cum' her friends had kept telling her about. She wished he'd left the door open so she could have watched it squirt out.

The next week her brother had more friends over, but Greg was there with his girlfriend and went out of his way to avoid Stacy. But she felt more confident now; boys were less of a mystery. Before the night was over, she'd convinced her brother's friend Keith to come into her bedroom. Leaving the door open, she was able to watch him spray cum on her perky tits while she jacked him off.

Stacy couldn't believe how good it felt. Not just the big, hard cocks and the hot cum on her body, but the power she now had over these older guys who'd always teased her but were now, literally, in the palm of her hand.

One of them must have told a friend, because guys who wouldn't have stopped to pick her up if she'd been waving her arms frantically in the middle of the road were now fighting over who got to drive her home – knowing she'd let them make a pit stop for a handjob.

They always tried to get her to give them more, but she loved the power she had when she jerked them off. She controlled the pace; she decided when they came. Sometimes she'd let them play with her tits while she stroked their cocks, but that was as far as she'd let them go.

Within a few weeks, she'd already jerked off about a dozen of her big brother's friends, so the next time he had a party she wondered if there'd be a lineup to her bedroom. She even hid a roll of toilet paper by her pillow, just in case.

But no one came to visit her. She heard arguing downstairs and then the music was turned off. Cars roared to life outside as everyone went home. Finally, someone came to her bedroom door – her brother, Mike.

Stacy could tell that he'd been in a fight. "What happened to your eye?"

"I'm an idiot," he said. "I heard some guy talking shit about you. Saying things about you...that I knew couldn't be true. So I fought him. And then, after it was over, Greg told me it was true. I didn't believe him either, until he told me how he knew."

"Why stick up for me now? Why didn't you stick up for me when all your friends made fun of me and called me Barbie?"

"They were just teasing, you're like their little sister. The stuff I heard tonight was different, I won't let anyone talk about you that way."

He came and sat on her bed and she hugged him; no one had ever stuck up for her before. She knew he was drunk and that he'd been crying, so she let him keep holding her.

Stacy still wasn't sure why she did what she did next. Maybe it was her way of saying thanks? Maybe she'd already been wondering what it would be like? Maybe she just loved being in control? As he hugged her small body tightly against him, she reached her hand down and rubbed her big brother's hardon through his pants.

Mike leaned back, his eyes trying to focus as his little sister rubbed his cock through his jeans.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" she whispered.

His head was spinning. He nodded and she undid his belt. He was really drunk and fell back on the bed as she pulled his jeans and underwear down and pulled his cock out.

"Wow!" Stacy thought. "Her big brother really was big!"

She straddled his leg as he lay on her bed and had to use both of her hands to pump his thick cock. Her eyes opened wide, as it just kept getting bigger and bigger. She rubbed his balls with one hand while rubbing the head of his cock with the other. She'd never given a blowjob before, but she seriously wanted to find out if her brother's big dick would fit in her mouth.

Stacy was just bending over to try when she saw the lights of a car sweep past her window; their parents were home! She started two-fisting her big brother as fast as she could and bent down and licked the head of his cock like an ice cream cone. Mike instantly sat up.

"I'm gonna come."

"Good!" Stacy quickly pulled off her nightie and kneeled on her bed wearing only her tiny blue panties and little white socks. "Shoot it on my tits!"

Her big brother stood up and groaned as he shot three thick ropes of cum all over his little sister's naked body.

"You've gotta get out of here," she whispered. "Mom and Dad are home!"

Their parents walked in the door just as their son said 'hi – bye' and ran down the stairs to his bedroom. Her dad walked down the hall and checked on his daughter; she was on her side, asleep in her nightie.

As he shut the door, Stacy sat up and lifted her nightie over her head; the moonlight shining through the window made the cum still covering her small breasts glisten.

She jerked her big brother off half a dozen times over the next week: in his bedroom, in her bedroom, and even – once – in their parents' bedroom.

But things changed for both of them when Stacy got invited to a party a week later. She'd never been invited to a college party, and was wondering which guy or guys she'd end up jacking off.

This big, cute, shy guy had been watching her and finally worked up the nerve to talk to her. He asked her if she wanted to go outside and sit in his truck.

Stacy agreed, wondering how big his cock was and wondering if he had anything in his truck to clean up the mess. She was shocked when they got in the truck and he softly kissed her on the lips.

Stacy had never been kissed before. She'd given lots and lots of handjobs – but she'd never been kissed. Every other guy, before this one, had just pulled out their cock and asked her to get them off.

She was swept away; he wasn't like the others. One thing led to another and she lost her virginity in that truck. Nine months later she gave birth to twins. When he'd asked her to marry him and she accepted, it was the end of her handjob habit – much to her brother and his friends' disappointment.

As the years went by, she thought it had just been a phase all girls that age go through. She loved her husband and kids more than she thought she could ever love anyone, and she'd always been faithful.

But once she was in her thirties, she started to notice that every time she passed a young guy – eighteen to nineteen years old – on the street or at the mall, she couldn't help watching them. She'd start to wonder how big their cocks were, wonder how hard they'd get, wonder how many times she could make them come.

Then she'd feel guilty and go home and ask her husband to make love to her. He was a good lover, but a predictable one. He liked to have sex every second night at bedtime and the only thing on the menu was five minutes of oral followed by five minutes (or less) of missionary until he came.

He never wanted a handjob, joking that if he wanted handjobs he would have stayed single. And after they were finished and he was snoring away, Stacy would remember how good it had felt when she was young with all those boys in the palm of her hand.

A few months ago, her brother, who was also married, came out with his 18-year-old son Jamie to visit her and her family. They stayed in the spare bedrooms in the basement. One night, just after midnight, she snuck downstairs. Mike had heard her and was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

"I was hoping I'd hear you sneaking down the stairs again," he whispered, "just like when you were young. I've still got a lot of fond memories of when we'd...spend time together."

"Me too," Stacy whispered. She couldn't help but smile, remembering how naughty they'd been.

"How about one for old times sake, little sis?" He took her hand and pressed it against his pajama bottoms and she remembered how big his cock was.

Stacy jerked off her big brother in the dark until he came in her hand. He told her 'thanks' and that it was just as good as he remembered. As she snuck back upstairs, she was still frustrated – she'd been hoping to find her nephew.

She realized that it wasn't that she liked giving handjobs – she liked giving young guys handjobs.

There was a college party at their house about a month after her brother had left and all her kids' friends from the swim team were over. After the party, Jasmine told her that someone had come on a pair of her panties and left them in her laundry basket.

Stacy prayed that her daughter would never find out she'd taken one of the college guys at the party into her daughter's bedroom and had given him a handjob. When he came, she used her daughter's panties to catch his cum and to clean off his cock.

She was so worried that he would tell someone, and that her husband would find out. She was so wracked with guilt that she swore she would never touch a young guy again – she'd got it out of her system. And then she found her son's cum-soaked boxers.

All she could think about was stroking Josh's cock. She loved that it was so much like her brother's; she felt like she'd gone back in time and was eighteen again, giving her brother's friends their first handjobs.

Stacy fingered herself to a second orgasm, fantasizing about Josh's big, thick stick. She wondered if he'd made himself come after she had to leave. Wondered if he'd be able to come again tomorrow morning.

When the alarm clock went off at 5 a.m., her husband got up and hopped in the shower like he did every morning. Stacy immediately leapt out of bed and tiptoed down the hall to her son's room.

Josh was still groggy after she woke him up.

"Did you take care of him last night after I left?" she whispered.

"No, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to finish or not."

"Good, I'm going to take care of you now while your dad's in the shower."

His mom pulled the quilt back as he eagerly slid down his boxers. She was stroking him hard and caressing his balls when she asked if he'd ever touched a girl before. When he shook his head no, she took his hand and slid it inside her housecoat.

Josh had never felt a naked breast before. He'd touched one once in a movie theatre through a girl's sweater, but that had been an accident. His mom opened her housecoat so he could see and play with her soft breasts and touch her erect nipples while she jacked him off.

As she pumped his cock up and down, he reached over and let his hand roam all over her body. He slid his hand down to her thigh and she parted her legs for him. Her pussy felt soft as he rubbed it through her cotton underwear, and as he ran his finger along her slit he could feel how hot and damp her panties were getting.

His mom quickly stood up, slid them off and spread her legs so that he could play with her tits and pussy while she got him off. Josh was wide-eyed as he leaned over and explored his mom's pussy; he'd never seen one before. He went to poke his finger in her hole and she quickly grabbed his hand.

"Be gentle," she whispered. She placed his fingers against her clit. "Just rub that button lightly back and forth."

Josh did as his mom instructed and he instantly saw the effect it was having on her. She bit her lip and let out little gasps as he played with her clit, and her breathing got heavier. She wrapped her panties around his cock and stroked him faster; she wanted to see him come so bad. He played with her clit and his balls bounced up and down as she pumped his thick prick. Whenever he touched her in the right place she'd tremble and let out a soft moan.

She heard the shower stop; she knew this had to be fast. Her hand was a blur as she beat her son's meat and begged him to come, but then she heard her daughter's alarm clock going off.

"Fuck!" she thought, frustrated again that she wasn't going to see her son's cum. She let go of his cock.

"Are you sure you didn't jack off last night?" she whispered, amazed that he hadn't come yet.

His mom stood up, closed her housecoat and tied the belt around her waist. She took a long look at his thick, throbbing pole and, as she was about to leave his room, she whispered, "Don't lock the door when you take your shower."

Josh lay naked on his bed with his hands behind his head, his stiff cock standing straight up with his mom's pink panties still wrapped around it.

Jasmine always used the bathroom after her dad. And after Josh heard her get out, he went down the hall to take a shower and, as his mom had instructed, left the door unlocked.

Five minutes later, Jasmine came out of her bedroom and walked down the hall to her parents' room, but it was empty. She strolled downstairs to the kitchen, where her dad was having a coffee and reading the newspaper, and asked him where mom was.

"I think she's still upstairs, babe."

Jasmine went back upstairs and checked her parents' room again and then peeked into her brother's room, both were empty.

She could hear the water running as Josh took his shower. She knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" Josh called.

"Umm...is mom in there?"

There was silence for a few seconds. "Yes, I'm in here, honey. What do you need?"

"What are you doing in there?" Jasmine tried to open the door but it was locked.

"Just going pee."

"While Josh is in the shower?"

"I couldn't wait, I had to go really bad."

"Why didn't you use the washroom in your bedroom."

There was another pause before she answered. "Your dad stunk it up too bad."

"Oh...well, can you help me iron my hair?"

"Sure, honey, I'll be right out."

Jasmine walked back down the hall to her bedroom.

On the other side of the locked bathroom door, Josh was dripping wet and standing completely naked in front of his mom with his legs in a wide stance. The bathroom was filling with steam from the unoccupied shower as she was on her knees in front of him, completely naked with her housecoat discarded behind her, while she two-fisted his soapy cock.

She didn't want to say anything in case her daughter was listening at the door, so she just aimed his cock at her tits and nodded her head letting him know he could come anytime he was ready. Finally, she got her long awaited reward. Josh's legs trembled and he stifled a moan as his cock fired like a cannon, shooting two squirts of cum onto his mom's neck and down between her breasts.

Her eyes shined with delight and she had a look of amazement on her face like a kid seeing fireworks for the first time. She pumped and squeezed his shaft until he was completely drained, and then grabbed a towel to wipe his cum off of her tits and his cock. She shoved him back in the shower, as she pulled her housecoat on and went to help her daughter.

Josh felt light-headed as he ate his porridge. All he could think about while he ate was his mom on her knees in the bathroom being showered by his cum.

She strolled into the kitchen like it was any other morning, as if he'd dreamed the whole thing. Wearing capri pants and a tight, long-sleeved shirt, she opened the fridge and got out their lunches.

"Honey, I've got your lunch!" she called to her husband. "Don't forget you have to drop Jas off at swimming practice today. I need the other car so I'll drop Josh off."

This was the first time Josh had heard that his mom needed the car. He thought he was driving himself today, but if his mom needed to borrow the car, especially after the favor she'd done for him this morning, he could hardly refuse.

They watched Jasmine and Dad drive away in his work truck and his mom turned and drove in the opposite direction. They hadn't even gone a block when she glanced over at him.

"Get your cock out."

"What?"

"Get your cock out, I want to play with it while I drive."

Josh was worried someone might see them, but not so worried that he didn't immediately pull it out.

"Mmm...I love young guys' cocks," she said, as she saw her son's was standing straight up. "Ready to go again so soon."

She drove down the road and kept one hand on the wheel and one hand in Josh's lap, playing with his dick and rubbing his swollen balls. She loved how hard he was already, after covering her in cum only an hour earlier. It took her husband a whole day before he even wanted to go again.

As his mom jacked his cock up and down, Josh worried that his dad or Jasmine might find cum in the car. "Did you bring napkins or something to clean up in case I come?"

"In case?" She smiled. "Darling – you're definitely going to come."

She kept giving Josh naughty looks and running her tongue along her upper lip while she played with his pole. When they got to the river, she turned left.

"Where are you going?" Josh groaned, as his mom worked his stiff cock. "The college is the other way."

"You're gonna be late today."

They turned into the park and his mom stopped the car in the furthest corner of the lot. There were only a few other cars scattered about the parking lot, as it was still early, and Josh could see people walking their dogs down by the river.

His mom scooted over so she was leaning against him as she jacked his hammer up and down.

"You were such a naughty boy in the bathroom this morning," she whispered. "Making mommy play with your big, naughty cock...making such a mess all over me. I think mommy should teach you a lesson."

"Uh huh," Josh moaned, looking around to make sure no one was near enough to see his mom using her hand to pleasure him.

"You've already passed handjob class. You definitely got an A this morning. Now mommy is going to teach you what it's like to get a blowjob. When the girls see how nice and big your cock is they're going to be lining up to blow you, but they're gonna have to wait until I've had my turn. Don't forget that mommy sucked you off first."

She took a quick look around to make sure no one was watching and then bent down and wrapped her mouth around her son's thick shaft.