When my hormones began pulsing through my body at the age of 11, I never imagined I’d be sick enough to bring home a boy and fuck him in my own mama’s bed. hell, I didn’t want to ride cock where my own mother drools every night. common! Unfortunately for me, my boy had a thing for taboo, and nothing got him more hot and bothered then the idea of my daddy catching me sucking his dick. so I would think you, dear reader, might assume I was a little hesitant to invite Steve, my love making machine, over to my parents place while I watched it for them over the weekend. When he came to the door the first thing I said was, “keep your pants on, the neighbors are watching.” The second thing I said was, “my parents called, and they’ll be here in a bit.”

A ‘bit’ is a tricky word in my family. It could mean two things; “we are turning the door handle, so you better have the history deleted on the computer, or we’ll know you’ve been browsing porn” or “yea, we’re real close, like two states, so start the water boiling. Im makin puttanesca tonight!”

Steve gave one of his sly grins and resumed unzipping his fly, “lets make it quick, then.” I gave a little snort and walked away. I was sturring the rice on the stove when he came up from behind me and cupped both my breasts in his huge hands. His hips were right against my ass, and he was pressing me up against the cabinent. Hot vapor was blasting up into my face, and it was differcult to see.

“if you push my any further, I’ll get too hot.” I panted.

He squeezed my tits a little harder, and I couldn’t help but give a little gasp.

“wouldn’t want that.” he murmbered, kissing my neck. Dispite the steamy stove, I got chills.

I pushed my ass back, and managed to get him one step away from me. I quickly squeezed out from between both of those remarkably hot objects, and went to the refrigerator to get some butter. when I turned around he was there. he shut the door behind me, and pushed me up against the cold, stanless steel doors of the freezer too kissed me. I ran one of my hands down the side of his neck (my other fist was still holding the stick butter) and to the zipper in his jeans. I gently nipped his lower lip, and tried not to gasp when I felt how hard he was.

“I-” was going to say something before he gently pushed his hands down the back side of my sweat pants. I let the butter fall as I unzipped his pants. He sprung, and I squeezed him there. unfortunately, it was with the same hand which had been holding the ice cold cube of butter.

“wow!” he chuckled, and I let him go.

“no.” he murmered, kissing me again, “felt good.” I smiled, working my hand back and forth along his shaft for a few seconds while I kissed him. after a moment he pulled away and looked at me. I blinked in confusion.

“was that your stomach?” he asked. I gave him a sheepish smile, “I’m starving.”

“oh me too!” he said playfully, “let me eat you out.”

I pushed him away then, grinning. I have this thing with oral sex; I’ll give it, but i will smash teeth if the boy try’s to give it. don’t ask, its just how I roll.

“go look at porn, and leave me alone.” I said, scooping up the butter and moving over to the stove.

A few seconds later, he called to me from the other room.

“hey, cutchy mama, come here for a sec.”

I sighed, “If you need me to wipe you, I’ll have to wait.” I said in half hearted humor. When I get hungry, I get short tempered and irritable. I wanted my rice, god damn it!!!

“no really, its important.” He said. I could tell by his tone that it wouldn’t demand my immediate attention, but I’m a sucker for that kid.

“it better be more important than keeping my digestive system on track.” I grumbled. “where are you.” I said, dragging my feet down the hall way.

“in here.”his voice came from my parents bedroom. I cursed.

“how the fuck did you get in here? the door was locked.” I looked into the room, and he was sitting on the bed. he held up a knife in response to my question. my parents door had a simple lock that, if you slip a blade or card between the frame of the door near the handle, the metal spring would pop free. I learned the trick from my father, and Steve learned the trick from me; I needed to break into my folks room before, to borrow some panties from mama.

He stood up and walked to me quickly, closing the door sharply behind me. I tuned around to twist the door handle, to leave, but he pressed me up against the door. His jeans were still unzipped, and I felt his cock against my back (did I mention I am a midget in comparison to this guy? I am 5’1 and 1/4 , and he is 6’9. em).

“I’m hungry!” I growled, quickly loosing my breath. He dropped my pants, and slid a hand between my legs. He made a surprised sound to find me so wet, as he slid a finger into me. I gasped, arching back a little, turning my face up to kiss him. before I could do anything else, he had scooped me up to fling me on the bed. I gasped as he slid both of his hands up my shirt. It always bothered me that my boobs were only just a handful for him. I mean, this guy could get a bad ass chick with jugs the size of
Texas if he wanted. But then again, they probably couldn’t handle him. He gently squeezed my nipples, which were stiff as tacks.

“Fuck.” I moaned against his lips, feeling his cock pulls even harder in my hands. He kissed his way down my chest, to my left nipple. He is left handed, and for some reason, he thinks my left tit is perkier then the other. He took it in his mouth, and shucked gently, occasionally using a little teeth. I combed my fingers though his hair, my head thrown back, chest heaving as I breathed heavily. My exticey stopped sharply when he began kissing his way down my stomach.

“No!” I yelped, twisting my torso, bringing my legs up sharply and closing them shut. Either he wanted to eat me out, or just piss me off; either forced the same result. I glared towards his grin, and he turned me around, my face pressed into the mattress. He came up from behind. I felt his erection right between my legs, but he didn’t push it in.

i turned my face up to his mouth that was to my right and kissed him.

“pressure…” I panted. I liked it whenever he’d lay on me.

“I want you inside.” I said while sucking his lower lip slightly. He tormented me for a few seconds more, sliding the tip of his cock up and down between my thighs. Slowly, so slowly, he began working his way inside me. With one hand, he held my throat while I kissed him. he started out slow, but began to pump faster and faster. I moaned, turning my face away from his kiss, and he gently nipped the back of my neck. I shivered as he gently scratched down my back with his free hand, and I tried not to moan to loud.

“Harder-” I panted, wanting to feel more. I can be a greedy little thing when I’m horny.

But unfortunately, Steve wasn’t in the mood to spoil me too much.  it happened so quickly, I wasn’t really sure what happened, but a moment later, I was straddling his hips, his cock right in front of me. I glared at him teasingly for a moment, but then leaned forward slightly. I started at his lips, and then began kissing my way down his throat and chest, my hands gliding down his sides, to his hips. I teased him a little, not immediately taking his cock in my mouth. when I finally did, the first thing I noticed was the taste. My cum was sweet, because of all the fruits I eat, but it was always difficult for me to take the whole thing into my mouth; he was huge. I worked my way up and down, starting soft and slow for a few minutes, then began pressing my lips together to make it firm and fast.

“I’m going to cum!” he gasped.

Despite the warning, I wasn’t prepared. Hot, thick cum shot down my throat and he moaned, arching slightly. I continued to suck until he lay completely still. when I swallowed I  straightened slightly, raising an eye brow in his direction. he gave me an apologetic look. I had read something a while back that said any who give oral sex is more likely to get throat cancer than one who does not. After that article, I always excused myself to the bathroom to spit whenever he came in my mouth.

“sorry.” He murmured.

i dropped my irritated persona, and grinned. “no your not,” I growled before kissing him. After a moment he mumbled, “Do you hear that?” I looked up sharply to the locked door. I dressed quickly. my parents had not arrived yet, but the water on the stove had over flowed, and the rice had burned to the bottom of the pan. I sighed, aware I now needed to clean up two messes before my parents arrived.

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