TBaby/Emily/Jason/Friday/Fucking Jason
Ronnie isn't happy. "I wanted to play with Unka Jason," she whines as you put her in bed.
"You be good and I'll give you a special treat in the morning," you say. She lays on the bed and pulls her nightie up; you're not at all surprised to see the glint of some moisture between her legs. "Not tonight baby," you say covering her up again and giving her a kiss with a little bit of tongue. She scowls at you, puts her hand down between her legs and you can see that she rubbing herself as you close the door.
In the kitchen, you poor two glasses of vodka and coke and give one to Jason. You can see he's not keen, but he drinks it anyway. "Is it just little girls you like, or do you like big ones as well," you ask with a smile. Once again he turns beetroot red. He tries to say something but ends up just shrugging.
"Wha, what are you going to do," he stammers. You've noticed that he only does this when he really nervous.
Judging by the front of his shorts, he's completely lost his erection and he freezes when you put your hand on his bare leg. "Do you think yours is the first cock that Ronnie's ever played with," you ask. He shrugs again and as you slide your hand up his thigh under the leg of his shorts you can tell that even if he doesn't know what to do, his cock does.
"She looks so innocent, but she was always a little slut, right from when she was a baby," you say as your hand finds his balls and you realise he isn't wearing any underwear. As you wrap your hand around his soft shaft, you can feel the blood pumping and you feel him relax as he realises that you have something else in mind beside castrating him. "So how come you didn't fuck her last night," you ask.
"She, she's so little, I didn't want to hurt her."
You let go of his now stiff cock and stand up. "Let's go into the bedroom where we can get more comfortable," you say. Without a word, he stands up and follows you. You sit down on the edge of the bed and he stops in front of you. "Are you going to show it to me then," you ask, looking at the tent in the front of his shorts. He grins and blushes at the same time, but he hooks his thumb in the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down around his ankles revealing a fairly impressive uncircumcised cock. "Not bad for a twelve-year-old," you say, catching hold of it again and pulling him closer.
You can't quite take the whole thing in your mouth and when he puts his hands behind your head and tries, it makes you gag and he pulls out mumbling apologies. You stand up and help him pull his T-shirt up over his head and then sit him down onto the bed. He watches as you shrug off the negligee and his hand automatically goes to his cock and he strokes it gently up and down as he runs his gaze down over your tits and the slight swell of your tummy (you never could get rid of that after giving birth to Ronnie) and down to your shaved pussy.
Moments later, he's on his back and getting a much closer view as you straddle his chest. Whether it's instinct or experience, you don't care. When you move forward to position your cunny over his mouth, he soon finds your prominent clit and starts sucking on it. You move around, allowing him to breathe and smearing your juices all over his face, before lifting off, sliding down his chest and pressing your lips against his in a passionate kiss.
Up to this point, he's been pretty passive, but when he feels your pussy pressing on his stiff cock, he catches hold of your hips and tries to wriggle round to get it in your cunt. You sit up on your heels with your knees either side of his hips and look down at his slim young body. When you lift yourself up and shuffle forward to get into the right position, you know that he's not going to last much more than ten seconds but you also know that young boys can get it up again pretty fast.