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It was pretty weird, rubbing her like that, but I could see she liked it but then she suddenly snapped her legs together and told me to get dressed. I thought maybe I'd done something wrong, but she said that everything was fine and she gave me a big hug and we had some ice cream. I thought about telling Mum, it seemed a bit embarrassing, so I kept quiet about it.

The next couple of days, we just did the shower and she sat down and rubbed my cocklet for me, but she didn't want me to rub her. She kept asking me if I liked her rubbing it and I told her that I did. A few days later she asked me if I wanted to rub her again and I said "sure". She said if I did a really good job, she'd give me a special treat, so when she sat up on the bed, I sat between her legs and rubbed my fingers up and down her vagina. It was really slippery and I thought at first that it must be soapy, but then I realised that it was something coming out of her made it slippery.

She told me to hold two fingers together and push them inside. I didn't really understand, so she caught hold of my hand closed the spare fingers and thumb together leaving two fingers sticking out and pulled them towards herself until they went right inside. I could feel her insides squeezing my fingers and she was making funny faces. She held my wrist and my fingers right in until they wouldn't go in any more. She pulled my hand out and made me bunch my fingers altogether and then pushed them all inside.

I was a bit scared she was squeezing so hard that it hurt, but she kept pushing and then my whole hand went right up inside her. She was really squeezing and I tried to pull it out but she wouldn't let me and just held it there. She was making funny moaning noises and squeezing me real hard, then all of a sudden she just relaxed and pulled my hand out slowly. I looked at it and it was all covered in that slimy stuff. She didn't say anything for a few moments and then told me that I'd done a really good job and now it was my turn for a treat. She moved over on the bed and told me to lie on my back and rub my cock to make it really stiff. She moved around until she could get her face really close to it and then she pulled my hand out of the way before I could do anything, she opened her mouth and sucked the whole of my willy inside.

I'd been rubbing myself every night in bed, but it never felt as good as when she sucked it and licked it with her tongue. Usually, when I felt that nice feeling building up, I stopped rubbing, but she kept going and it just got more and more until I felt I was going to burst and I was trying to push myself further and further into her mouth. She sat up with a big smile on her face and asked me if I thought that it was a good treat. The feelings were still going through me and all I could do was nod which made her smile even more. When she told me that I had an even better treat coming, I couldn't imagine what it would be.

It happened the next day. She asked me yet again if I told Mum about what she called our games and I promised her that I hadn't. She said I shouldn't tell anyone else, even my friends, about it because some people thought it was really naughty and I'd get into trouble. This time, she lay on her back and told me to lay on top of her. My face went right between her boobies and she asked me if I'd like to suck on one, so I did. The pointy bit at the end got stiff in my mouth just like my cocklet and when I told her, she laughed and told me what a clever boy I was.

She wriggled about a bit and lifted her knees up. She reached down between us and caught hold of my willy and I realised that she wanted to put it in where my fingers had been. I liked that idea and moved around to help and when she took her hand away I could feel her insides squeezing me. It felt a lot better than her fingers and even better than her mouth. She put her hands around behind me, caught hold of my bum cheeks and pulled me so hard into her that she squeezed my balls and made me yelp, but she kept pulling me in and letting me go and it was as if my body knew what to do because I found myself thrusting in and out and she was moaning and then the really nice feeling was building up inside me until it was too much and I had to stop. She wasn't happy that I'd stopped but she used her own fingers to rub herself and I sat and watched her shoving two fingers in and out until her body started jumping about and then she went all limp and flopped back.

We didn't do it every day, just the shower. One week, we went the whole week and she didn't even get in the shower with me, but the next week we did it three times. She said I was really good at it and I really look forward to the days when she wanted me to do it. Then the lady who used to look after me before got better and Mum said I should go back to her. I didn't really want to, but Aunty Susan said it was for the best and that the other lady probably needed the money that Mum paid her, so that was the end of it.

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