Short Stories by Hope/The Boy With a Big Cock/Age 2
By the time Jeremy was two years old, Jane and Holly were good friends. Holly introduced Jane to the agency she worked for. "You've been giving it away for a few drinks or a meal," she said. "Why not make them pay cash." It worked out well for them both. When one was working, the other would mind the kids. The punters usually paid by credit card but tipped in cash, and even three evenings a week was enough to make life a lot better for both families.
One afternoon, Jane had scored a bottle of vodka and the two women were sitting on Holly's couch, drinking, while the children watched cartoons on TV. When the show finished, Jeremy needed a wee and went to the bathroom, followed closely by Kirsty. He dragged the stool in front of the toilet, stood up and emptied his bladder in a long satisfying stream. Kirsty had seen his cock plenty of times but was still fascinated by it.
When Jeremy finished, it was her turn, and she had to climb up and sit down. Jeremy watched her and his cock began to swell. When his cock was flaccid, it was big, but not remarkably so. When It was erect, it was huge, compared to his two-year-old body. Back in the sitting room, they found their mothers both sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep (and rather drunk). They looked at the TV, but it wasn't interesting.
Jane was dreaming about the handsome man she had chatted briefly with in the supermarket queue. He had a little girl, about three or four years old and his trolley was full of ready meals. Jane prided herself on cooking healthy food from scratch and her basket was full of veggies, eggs, cheese and some chicken. In her dream, the man was making passionate love to her and she was squirming around on the couch so much that her short skirt had ridden up to expose the fact that she wasn't wearing knickers.
"Your mommy got hair," Kirsty says, pointing.
Jeremy giggles. "She calls it her pussy," he says and goes over between her knees.
"At's not a pussy," Kirsty knows that a pussy is the baby name for a cat.
Jeremy has to think about that and he reaches out to stroke it. "Pussy is soft," he says. Jane's pussy hair is fairly sparse and she has never shaved it.
Kirsty is curious. "Mommy dun got hair," she says.
"Pussy likes tickles," Jeremy says as he uses his fingers to open the lips of his mother's cunt, revealing the pink inner folds.
Kirsty pushes closer, forcing Jane's legs further apart. Jane mumbles something but doesn't wake up. Usually, when he does this, Jeremy knows that Mummy will soon suck his cock, and he is fully hard in anticipation. Kirsty points at it. "Willy got big," she says with a giggle.
Jeremy's fingers are sufficient stimulation to start Jane's juices and her pussy is now getting slippery. "My hand fits in there," he says and promptly pushes four fingers in.
"Kirsty don't got a pussy," she says, lifting her skirt.
"Course you do. You're a girl."
By way of a reply, Kirsty pulls her panties down and sits on the rug with her legs spread. "Look," she says.
Jeremy, who was about to show how he really can get his whole hand into his mother's cunt, pulls his fingers out and squats down in front of Kirsty and tries to get his fingers into her. "OW!" she yells and shoves him away. He falls over and Kirsty pounces on him.
The two mothers wake up and separate the children. Jane gets up and heads for the bathroom. "I'm busting," she says.
Holly, still not fully sober, sits and looks at Jeremy's oversized cock. "He poked me," Kirsty says as she climbs up on her mother's lap. Holly checks to be sure that Kirsty is not really hurt and the toddler giggles when her mummy strokes her pussy.
"Mummy got hair," Jeremy declares, getting to his feet and renewing his interest in toddler pussy.
"Girls don't get hair down there until they are older," Holly says. "You have to be gentle when you touch a pussy." She is demonstrating a gentle stroking motion as she speaks, and Kirsty is grinning at Jeremy. "Does your mummy stroke you," she asks.
Jeremy nods and looks around to see if she's still in the bathroom. "Mummy sucks it," he says with a giggle.
"Do you like that," Holly asks. Jeremy nods again. "Do you suck mummy's pussy," she asks with a grin.
"Mummy likes it," he says.
"So does Kirsty," Holly says, holding her daughter up to allow two-year-old Jeremy to have a close look. "Why don't you try?"
When Jane comes back, she sees her son with his mouth pressed against Kirsty's pussy. "You know he'll expect her to suck him, don't you, she says with a giggle.