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    Shota Impregnator
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    "Momma, will we be rich in the city?"

    "Aw, Sweetheart, your father will have to work very hard to keep us from falling into poverty." Mother patted my hand.

    I had never ridden a train before. I asked questions to keep my mind off of the rattles and squeaks. I liked the touch of her hand. I liked everything about my mom. She was a well rounded redhead, with comforting curves, green eyes, fair skin, and lips that spoke lovingly.

    Not long ago, soon after my fourteenth birthday, she proved her love in a way that quickens my blood whenever I remember it. I had torn my pants while playing in the back yard. Our fence was old, and my pants caught a nail. I had jumped up to grab the top of the fence, but the nail pulled on my pants, causing me to fall. I'd taken worse falls, and I only cried a little bit until I realized, upon falling, the nail ripped open the front of my pants. I hurried inside.

    "Mommy, my pants tore!" I played her for sympathy with a sob.

    She wasn't home. Mom never left the house, unless it was a quick trip to a neighbor. I pouted and sat on my bed in the front room. Our little house only had three real rooms, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a front room. I took off my pants and looked to see if I were hurt anywhere. At one point, I had to push my pee pee aside, to look under my boy sack. I was okay, but that little push caused my penis to get big. At the time, I didn't know how big penises got, but I thought mine was just the right size. I'd never seen anyone else's, not even my dad's.

    Mom came in the front door, carrying a cup of shortening. "Billy!" She set the cup down upon seeing me naked. "It's not bed time." Her eyes caught sight of my erection and fixed on it.

    "I tore my pants and fell." It was too late for crocodile tears. I tried pouting again. "Now my pee pee got hard."

    "Are you hurt?"

    "No, Momma, but I couldn't find you!"

    "I'm sorry. Mommy had to run a quick errand." She stepped close to me, bent down, and picked up my pants. "We'll have to get another pair at the thrift store."

    Crisis over, I asked. "Why does my pee pee get hard?" Erections never bothered me, but in the last year, they happened more frequently.

    "You're growing up, Sweetheart." Mom smiled. She patted my shoulder.

    "What if it never goes back down? It gets in the way, sometimes." I struggled to find something to worry her.

    "You can make it go down, anytime you want." Mother fetched her cup. "I was going to use this for a pie, but maybe you need it more." She presented the shortening to me.

    I love pie! Why would Momma offer shortening? Could it have something to do with my hard penis? Her eyes kept darting to it. When she looked the first time, she said I was growing up. I want to grow up, so people will stop treating me like a baby. How could shortening help me to grow up? Or was that just silly thinking...

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    I bit my lip as I studied the coffee cup half full of oil jelly. "Mommy, what should I do with the short - ning?"

    Mother's nose twitched. Had she expected me to know? Her smile softened. "Take some in your hand and rub it all around the end of your pee pee. Maybe even rub some down it."

    "That sounds messy."

    "If you don't like how it feels, you can wash it off with soap. It won't hurt you. I think you'll enjoy it."

    If that's what Mom thought... I reached in and scooped two fingers of the stuff. Then I touched the goo to the head of my penis. It felt cold, but it wasn't too cold. I trusted Mom and pressed the glob on my fingers against the tip. Slowly, I began to rub the cool stuff around the end. That did feel good! It was like my pee pee had been waiting to be touched.

    "Golly, Mom!" I rubbed the rest of it all over the end and halfway down my young shaft.

    Mom brightened. "Here, if you need more." She moved the cup under the tip.

    I wasn't sure I needed more. As my hand stroked my wiener, the goo warmed, and I felt lovely tingles shiver up and down its full length. It felt so good, I didn't want to stop to scoop out more shortening. Tingles proceeded little shivers inside my loins. "Oh, Mommy!" I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feelings.

    "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Billy." Mother said softly. "I'm surprised you haven't been doing it already."

    Mom had said something, but I barely heard her. My hand found a comfortable grip around my pee pee and I jacked on it proper for the first time in my life. Tingles and shivers shot through my privates and up my body, reddening my chest and face. I felt something else building. It was a scary feeling.

    "Mommy, what's happening!" I couldn't stop my hand from flashing up and down my pee pee, but I worried about what was happening.

    "It's okay, Sweetheart. Your body is going to do something wonderful. Don't be afraid."

    Then I wasn't afraid. My hand plucked an incredible sensation from my penis. It rushed up from the root of my peter and filled me with scintillating joy! My body bucked. My groin lurched. I felt something pass through it. I opened my eyes and witnessed streams of white pee pulse out and splash into the cup Mother held.

    Against the delight infusing my senses, I despaired. "Oh Mommy! I peed in your cup!"

    "Shhh, Billy." She leaned and kissed my cheek. "It's okay. It's not pee but something special. Just enjoy the feeling."

    At Mother's word, I suppressed my concern and sank back into the warm pleasures swamping my head and heart. A few, last, smaller blobs of strange goo spit out of my peter and into the cup. The stuff nearly filled the hole I'd scooped. Their white color almost matched.

    "Thank you, Momma!" I flung my arms around her and hugged.

    "Mommy's very proud of you. You're growing up so fast." Her free hand patted my back.

    "I want to grow up fast, Momma!"

    "Not too fast, I hope." She giggled mysteriously. Mom kissed my forehead before extracting herself from my arms and heading into the kitchen. "Be sure to wash."

    I looked back at my red, glistening peter. I gaped as it softened and shrank to a comfortable size. I sat, amazed, for a while before washing up in our little bathroom.

    Father returned from work, late as usual. "Good news, Mother." Daddy hadn't always called her that. Mom told me he started the day I was born. "I got the promotion."

    "That's wonderful, Dear!" Mother placed a bowl of fried chicken on the table, next to a bowl of simmered greens. "I know it means moving into the city, but if we find a place that isn't much more than this house, we can pay off our debts twice as fast, and save a little more."

    "I hope so too." Dad filled his plate and began eating.

    Halfway into the meal, Mother added, "And if all goes well, maybe we can make an addition to the family."

    Father didn't comment. I guess he was enjoying his supper too much. I could only eat half what he did, but I loved every bite! "Yum!"

    We finished about the same time. Dad asked me, "How do you feel about going to a new school?"

    "I dunno." I didn't want to move, but seeing how happy it made Mom and Dad, I didn't want to disappoint them. "I guess it'll be okay."

    "You'll make lots of friends in no time." He tousled my hair.

    Mother got up from the table and went to the oven.

    I only had a couple friends in the sixth grade, but we'd met in the fifth. I didn't feel a need to make more.

    "You'll have plenty of time to say goodbye." Father promised. "I told my boss, I'd stay until the school year ended. You'll start the seventh grade in the city." He turned to Mom. "I may have to commute a few times before then." I saw his eyes widen. I turned my head.

    Mother approached the table holding something warm from the oven. Only then did I catch the smell of fresh rhubarb and strawberries above the strong odor of fried chicken. She'd made pie after all!

    "That smells wonderful!" Dad exclaimed.

    Later, he leaned back from finishing desert and declared. "That was incredible! I don't think I've had pie that tasted so good. You did something different this time, didn't you, Honey?"

    Mother winked at me. "The secret was in the shortening."

    My jaw fell open.

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    "Mom. Mom?" I poked the side of her chest gently. "I have to go to the bathroom." She had fallen asleep from train's constant swaying. She worked all night, packing our things for the movers.

    "You can go." She mumbled. "It's down the aisle." Her head remained slumped on her travel bag.

    I didn't want to wake her, but I didn't want to go by myself. I wasn't even sure which way the bathroom was. Still, my need was great. I pulled myself up from my window seat and carefully stepped over Mom's legs and the luggage at her feet. Standing in the aisle, I looked both ways. At one end was the conductor. She had already examined our tickets. I looked carefully at her then. Her badge said, Simmons. Ms. Simmons was a pretty lady younger than Mom. She appeared to be discussing something with another passenger. I started towards her.

    "Young man," A low voice said next to me. "Do you need something?"

    I turned at the words and saw an older, but nice looking lady sitting behind my mother. "I'm going to the bathroom."

    "That's not the way. It's this way." She nodded in the other direction. "I spoke with your mother earlier, while you were looking out the window. You've never been on a train before."

    "No, Ma-am."

    "Would you like me to come with you? My name is Ellen. You can call me, Mrs. Guthrie."



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    Mrs. Guthrie seemed nice enough, but I wished Momma had introduced us. She warned me against going with strangers. "Thank you, Ma-am. I should ask the conductor, though." I backed away.

    The older lady sighed and shrugged. "I understand. You're wise to be cautious, but not long from now, you'll want to take more risks in life. It builds character. Maybe we'll get to know each other later."

    I smiled at her and walked to where the conductor was talking to a passenger.

    "Your ticket is for the regular train, Sir. This is capital express. You have to upgrade your ticket!"

    "I don't have enough money!" The man in a grey suit raised his voice.

    "Then you'll have to disembark at the next station."

    "I have a meeting at 11am tomorrow. If I'm late, my business will suffer!" He complained. He pushed his face close to Ms. Simmons' face.

    She didn't back down. "Don't take that tone with me, Sir. I'll call ahead for security to escort you off the train."

    "I'm sorry. I've spent everything, maxed out my credit, to arrange the meeting that will save my company." I can't afford to miss it. Here," He pulled up his sleeve and removed a large, smartwatch from his wrist. "The fare difference is twenty dollars. I paid hundreds for this. Take it!"

    I gaped at the gold band. Only adults wore something like that! The watch itself was like a tiny computer tablet. One of my school friend's father owned a full sized tablet, but it had cost less than this man's watch. I remembered then, Mother had given me twenty dollars, to buy snacks on the train. It was a lot of money, and I should give her the change if I didn't spend it all.

    "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm not allowed to accept gifts." The conductor reached for her walkie-talkie but noticing me, her hand paused.

    "Hello, It's Billy, right?" My name had been printed on the ticket. "Is this man disturbing you or your mother?"

    I answered after an awkward pause. "No Ma-am. I have to go to the bathroom, and my Mom is asleep." The man's watch continued to fascinate me. "Golly, Mister, if you need twenty dollars for your watch, I can pay that." I took the folded bill from my back pocket and presented it."

    The man sniffed. "You don't know what this means to me, Kid."

    The conductor, surprised by my offer, warned me, "I can't stop you, Billy, but I'd warn against giving your money so easily. That might be a cheap knock off of the real thing. It could be a fake watch."

    The man snorted. "I may be broke, but I'm not cheap, Lady. Here." He touched the crown and the watch came to life. He brought up a picture of a very pretty lady. "That's my wife. I wouldn't trust her picture to anything less than the best." He gave me the watch and accepted my twenty dollars.

    He stared sullen at Ms. Simmons. "Is cash acceptable?" He held out the bill to her.

    "Not normally, Mr. Colkick, but to show this child that good deeds go rewarded, I will." Ms. Simmons took the money and punched a new ticket for the man in the grey suit.

    Mr. Colkick, immediately turned to me. "Thanks, Kid." He pulled out a pen and a slip of thick paper. "You'll need the passcode. I'll write it on the back of my business card." Doing so, he gave the card to me. "If you decide you want your money back, call the phone number on the front. That watch can send message to other phones. Heck, I'll pay you fifty dollars to get my sweet Angela's picture back."

    By then, I was squirming on my feet. I had to go, BAD! "You're welcome, Mister." I turned and scurried to the farther end of the car.

    "I'll go with you, Billy." Ms. Simmons called after. You could hear gratitude in her voice, for a reason to put Mr. Colkick behind her.

    Halfway down the aisle, the railcar bounced, and I fell off balance. Ms. Simmons caught me. "Careful. Keep a hand on the seat corner handholds."

    When we passed Mrs. Guthrie, she asked the Conductor. "Did we hit something?"

    "No, Ma-am. This section of track is undergoing maintenance. We'll be slowing down, to ease the bumps.

    Mrs. Guthrie smiled at me. I looked at Mom. She snored lightly. She must have been really tired. I grabbed handholds as fast as possible and reached the bathroom.

    "The door opens like this, Billy." Ms. Simmons pressed a nearly invisible latch and slid the door to one side. "It's suppose to slide automatically, but the spring must be broken.

    I didn't care. I leaped inside and did my business as soon as she closed the door.

    What a relief! I still remember how close I'd come to peeing myself. Only babies pee themselves. I didn't want anyone to call me a baby! I went to the sink but couldn't find the tap. Huh.

    I pressed the secret door latch. (it looked like a secret to me) The door opened, and there waited Ms. Simmons, who had pulled it aside for me.

    "I can't turn the sink on." I pouted.

    "Oh, yes. Here." She stepped in and pointed down. "Activate the faucet by stepping on that pedal." Suddenly the car lurched and tipped! The conductor lost her grip on the door. She fell. Flailing, she caught my pants and landed on her back in the tiny compartment, pulling me on top and ripping my pants open.

    The door flew shut with a loud, CLANG!

    "OW!" She grunted. For a second we lay together. Then she touched the back of her head. She blinked and slowly shook her head. "Whoa." That was quite a bang. "Billy, are you hurt?"

    Her soft chest had cushioned my face when I fell against her. I was okay - it seemed. Something rasped against my penis, but I wasn't going mention that. "Un-uh."

    "Code 714." A man's voice crackled between us.

    "It's my radio." She reached to her belt and grabbed the small, plastic rectangle. Pulling it out, caused me to yip!

    "Mnnngghh!"

    "I'm sorry, Billy. Just a sec." She pressed a lever on the radio and spoke into it. "Simmons acknowledging, Code 714." She set it rattling on the metal floor. "That hurt you?" She looked into my frightened eyes.

    I nodded, pouting.

    "Down there?"

    "Uh-huh."

    "Can I see?"

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    When Ms. Simmons asked if she could see my peter, I blushed. I hadn't let anyone see it for a long time except a few months ago when Momma taught me how to play with it so good! I remembered that time, looking into the conductor's concerned face. Momma had looked concerned that other time. The small hurt I felt faded when a new sensation, of growing. To have my penis grow when a stranger might see it, shamed me. It's not like I could play with it in front of her. My sudden embarrassment eased in spite of Ms. Simmons' concern. She's so pretty, I wished she would play with it for me. I blushed harder.

    I pursed my lips and nodded. I pushed myself away from her soft chest and rose up on my knees. From out of the rip in my pants, my young pee pee head peeked. My underwear was the kind with a slit down the front, to make peeing easier.

    "Good. You can move at least. I'm a bit woozy, myself." The conductor tried to sit up but wobbled. "Banged my head silly." She smiled and paused. A few seconds later, she managed to sit cross legged but had to hold herself up with her hands on her knees. "I'll be okay, if I don't stand." She looked serious again. "Let me see it."

    I stepped up until my peter was aimed two feet from her nose. Most of the shaft was still in my ripped shorts. She could only see the head.

    "Can you unzip? So I can see where I hurt you?"

    "I think it's okay, now. Ms. Simmons."

    Her eyes quizzed me. "Are you sure I shouldn't check?"

    "Okay." I squeaked approval and unzipped my pants.

    "My!" She gasp softly. "It's hard, and you just peed." Her voice trailed off, as if she'd said something unprofessional.

    Her hands touched my peter gingerly. "Does that hurt?"

    "No Ma-am." I gulped. It felt nice, and my dick got harder.

    Bending the shaft left and right, she peeked at it. "There's a little redness. The radio speaker grill left a couple marks, but it's not cut." She said professionally. "You said it feels okay now?" Ms. Simmons looked up at me.

    I was about to confirm that the hurt was gone. The train shook mildly.

    Ms. Simmon's hand grasped my pee pee as the closest thing to hold on to, but neither of us fell.

    "OH! I'm soo sorry!" She released me.

    "You can hold onto it." I piped up, not sure where my courage to say that came from. Maybe it was pride, because my erection had kept her from falling again. A part of me hoped that she might play with it. "You made it feel good!" I kept blushing.

    A wry smirk crossed the conductor's lips. "Oh, did I now?"

    I nodded enthusiastically.

    "We'll zip up your pants, young man. I was only making sure you weren't hurt." She tried to stand. Still dizzy, Ms. Simmons had to sink to her knees. "I may be worse off than I thought."

    I should have zipped up, but seeing her in a less than authoritarian moment, I stood instead. My wiener wagged about a foot and a half from her eyes.

    "If I zip up, the head of my pee pee will stick out of my pants." I pouted. "You ripped it."

    Her eyes lowered. "I'm sorry, Billy. I didn't mean to."

    "I have to forgive you -- if you make up for it." I told her. "That's what my momma says."

    "I don't have a sewing kit with me."

    "What if you make it less hard? Then it won't show." I boldly took the dazed beauty's hand and held it against my pee pee.

    "Billy, I'm not suppose to do that. I could get in trouble!" Her eyes blinked, but she kept looking at my wiener.

    "I won't tell. I'd be embarrassed." I promised.

    My body sang when the hand next to my peter wrapped its fingers around it.

    "Well, okay, Billy. If you promise not to tell." Her voice sounded thicker. He eyes darted to one side.

    My pee pee grew thicker. Her hand felt wonderful! It wasn't slippery, like the shortening I used when I jerked my penis, but her hand had its own kind of softness.

    Ms. Simmons stroked my peter slowly. I closed my eyes at first. It felt sooo good! "Golly, that's nice!"

    "I know, Billy. I do this for my boyfriend sometimes." A thin smiled crept into her worried expression. Her hand moved a little faster.

    "I wish I was your boyfriend."

    I felt her hand clench a little. It sent a shiver of delight through my body.

    "I should have said, I used to do this for my boyfriend."

    "Aww. Did you break up?"

    "He didn't respect me enough. My job made him feel insecure. He was a baggage handler." Her hand slowed. I didn't mind. It still felt good moving along my penis.

    "I'll be your boyfriend, Ms. Simmons. You're great at being a conductor!" I looked at her hand jerking up and down my stiff peter.

    Then she blushed. "Maybe not so much at the moment." Her hand increased its motion. "But thanks. I love my job."

    "Oooo, that feels real nice."

    "I'm glad, Billy. I miss having a boyfriend." Her hand moved in a new way, not just up and down but with a slight swirl. My boy sack twitched from the new sensation. "Maybe I could be your girlfriend until the train reaches your stop."

    "I don't want you to stop." I misunderstood.

    She chuckled. "Maybe I don't either." Now she was giving my hardon a firm rubbing and fast.

    "Ohh, OH, it's so goood!" I grunted and moaned.

    "Billy, I would be very happy to make you feel even better. Her hand flashed enthusiastically across my hard pee pee."

    "Better?" I huffed. "You mean, give me that special feeling, when I squirt white stuff?" Momma had told me it wasn't pee, but I was too shy to ask what it was called.

    The conductor's eyes few wide. "You can make cum, Billy?"

    "Is that the white stuff?" I asked, but I could have cared less when massive ecstasy lit up my senses. "Aaaahhh!" I ejaculated.

    Just before my balls unleashed their load, Ms. Simmon's expression changed from surprise to panic. Her eyes looked everywhere at once - instantly despaired. "The mess! Oh NO!!" The last vowel shaped her lips, and abruptly that shape fell around the head of my penis, just as the first load of wonderful fluid shot from my peter.

    "Mmmgl" My cum made her gurgle as it streamed into her mouth.

    I cried with joy. "Ohhh, you're sucking on me, Ms. Simmons!!!" The sudden, moist lips clamped to the head of pee pee launched my orgasm into orbit. My groin spasmed continuously, forcing fresh bolts of cum into the conductor's surprised face.

    She whined as if this wasn't supposed to happen. I misunderstood. I thought she was enjoying the taste of my special fluid. "That feels so gooood!!!" I told her with delirium slurred words.

    The intense sensation shooting out of my loins electrified me with delights I had never felt. The mouth was then swallowing all that my balls delivered into Ms. Simmons' body. I shivered as if my body wanted her to suck every drop out of me.

    Again she whined against my spouting pee pee, until the flow ended. I didn't know what to do then. I stood smiling at this woman who had made me feel so wonderful. "Thank you, Ms. Simmons."

    "Goodness!" She released my peter from her lips and pushed her hair away from her face. "That was awful!" She pulled a handkerchief from her jacket pocket and wiped drips of white goo from her mouth.

    "I'm sorry! Did I do it wrong?" Did I hurt you, Ms. Simmons?" I staggered away until back struck the closed, bathroom door.

    The regret in her face drained, replaced with fresh concern. "Uh, Billy, I-I didn't mean it that way." She pleaded. "I was wrong to do that. I don't know what came over me. I never should have even held your penis, let alone-"

    Something pounded against the door. I felt the sharp blows through the metal against my back. "Billy!" Mother shouted from the other side. "Are you okay?"

    The blood drained from Ms. Simmons' face. Once more, she tried to stand. She was more successful this time, grabbing the sink for support.

    "Gosh, Mom!" I shouted back. "Ms. Simmons was helping me."

    I think the poor conductor nearly fainted. She had to use both hands to prevent falling. She hissed. "Billy, you promised you wouldn't tell."

    "I won't." I whispered. "I mean, not this part." I stuffed my softened peter into my pants and zipped them up. All you could see through the rip in my pants was the pattern of my underwear. I held my hands over the rip.

    The door rattled. "You have to unlock the door, Billy." Mother called. "Ms. Simmons?"

    "That's strange," The conductor mused softly. "I didn't lock it." She shifted to the door and looked. "It's not locked, Ms. Androni. Let me try." She pushed at the door, but it didn't budge. "It seems to be stuck!"

    "Billy?" Mother's was clearly worried.

    I answered. "I'm okay, Momma. Ms. Simmons bumped her head, but she caught me when I fell."

    "Oh, thank goodness! And thank you, thank you, Ms. Simmons!!" Mother's worry eased. "I'm sorry about your head. What can I do for this door?"

    "I'll call an engineer, Ma-am. I have my radio." She made the call.

    A man's voice answered. "It'll take me a while to get there, Simmons. If it's an emergency, we can stop the train."

    "Let me check, Jerry." She called at the door. "Ms. Androni, your boy is fine and I'm much better. Can you wait while the engineer gets his things and works his way down the train?"

    "How long?"

    "No more than twenty minutes."

    "Billy?" Mother asked, clearly not wanting a reason to wait.

    "It's okay, Momma! Ms. Simmons is very nice."

    "I'll be right here, Billy. I won't leave you."

    "Okay, Momma."

    "Thank you, Ms. Androni. You have a fine son."

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    The train continued to rattle and sway. The occasional bumps and jolts rattled Ms. Simmons. She stood, holding onto the sink with both hands. "The bump on my head does not want a sister."

    "I wish I had a sister." I told my soon to be lost, girlfriend. "Girls are kinda neat." I smiled at her.

    "You won't want to do, with a sister, what we did, Billy." Ms. Simmons whispered. "That's not how brothers and sisters act."

    "Yeah?" I wasn't sure. I left it at that. With time on my hands, I pulled Mr. Colkick's, I mean, my watch from my pocket. I had to adjust the strap to fit my wrist, and when I touched the crown it lit up. A small image flashed in the corner. I tapped on the glass, which resulted in a grid of numbers. I struck the 'enter' button.

    INCORRECT PASSCODE

    Ms. Simmons sniffed back a chuckle.

    "Oh." I dug into my other pocket for the man's business card.

    "Meals on Heels." It read. "The best cooked and served, in person!" And there was a drawing of a lady in an apron wearing high heels. It was hard to tell if she was wearing anything else.

    I turned it over and found the passcode. I punched it in, and the picture of Mr. Colkick's wife appeared. An array of images (I knew they were app icons) overlaid her image. The one in the top right corner kept flashing.

    Mr. Colkick's beautiful wife made me remember my Mom, who is prettier than any lady. She waited just on the other side of the stuck door. I looked at my new watch and sighed. "Momma?" I asked loudly.

    "What is it, honey?"

    "I'm sorry, but I spent all of the twenty dollars you gave me."

    "You did?" She paused. "That must be a lot of snacks, but if they're with you in there, I'm glad you have them. Did you buy something to drink, as well?"

    "I didn't, Momma. I bought a watch." I hurried, "But it's a really cool computer watch!"

    Again, Mother paused. "You can't buy those for twenty dollars!"

    "He did, Ms. Androni," my girlfriend called out. "A gentleman traded his watch to your son, for money to upgrade his ticket. Billy was very brave to offer his money." She put an arm around me and hugged me to her chest. It sure was soft against my cheek. I hugged her back.

    "Well, I'll be." Momma declared. "Billy, that was a nice thing to do, but it really isn't fair to him. I'm proud of you, but we should let the man buy the watch back."

    "He doesn't have any money." I argued. A deal was a deal, although Mr. Colkick had offered $50 to buy it back. I didn't want to tell Momma that.

    "We'll get his address in the city and see him when he has money." Mother used her 'final' voice. I didn't argue. Instead, I looked at my watch, which it seemed would be as fleeting as my girlfriend. I didn't understand most of the app icons. The message one was clear, and the musical note couldn't have been more obvious. The flashing one had a red dot at one end of a rectangle with slanted lines and bump at the other end.

    There was one colorful icon, like a flower. Curious, I tapped it. Immediately the picture of Ms. Colkick filled the watch face. I tapped her nose. "Gotcha!" Something my father used to do to me. The image wriggled. Huh.

    I swiped across the picture. It changed. There was another picture of Ms. Colkick. She wasn't wearing any clothes!

    "Oh my, Billy!" Ms. Simmons gasp. One of her hands shot out and covered the picture. Then she coughed. "Sorry. I don't mind you seeing that, Billy, but maybe it's something your Mom doesn't want you to see."

    Unperturbed, I told her. "Golly. Ms. Simmons. Ms. Colkick must like her husband a lot, to make that picture for him."

    "Jacqueline." the conductor said quietly. "You can use my first name, Billy."

    "Oh, I didn't know it, Jacqueline."

    "You're so sweet!" She kissed my forehead and hugged me closer. "I wish I could give you a picture like that of me."

    "Really!" I exclaimed!

    "Billy?" Mom inquired broadly from behind the metal door.

    I blushed. "I'm playing with the watch, Momma. It's, um, really really neat!"

    "Be careful with it."

    "Ye-es!" I sang.

    "Your mother is very much like my mother." Jacqueline observed. "She cares a lot for you." Her hand warmed the exciting picture of Ms. Colkick.

    "If they were the same, does that mean you could be my sister and my girlfriend?"

    "That's not how it works, Sweetie." She smiled.

    I pouted. "Can I see my watch again?"

    "Okay, but not that picture. It makes me jealous." She wrinkled her nose at me and tapped the crown. When she let go of my watch, the display showed the starting rows of app icons. I stuck my tongue out at her.

    "Don't show me that - unless you're ready to use it." She winked.

    I ignored what I didn't understand. I swiped at the icons, and another group of icons shifted into the watch face.

    "Careful, Billy. It's battery is running low." She pointed at the blinking icon that hadn't shifted away. So that's what it meant. Only five minutes had passed since becoming locked in the tiny bathroom. I decided to turn off the watch, to save the battery and Ms. Colkick for when I was alone.

    The naked wife picture that I couldn't look at, steeped into my thoughts. It sure felt nice being close to my girlfriend. I felt a little guilty thinking of the picture of another lady. I tried to imagine what Jacqueline looked like without her clothes. All I got for my effort was a hard penis. It appeared gradually through the rip in my pants.

    "Oh my, Billy. That isn't- You didn't." She felt at my torn pants. "You are!" Her restrained words warmed my ear. "I've always had a fantasy of doing it in here with a stranger, while their partner waited outside."

    "Doing what in here?"" I wondered aloud.

    Jacqueline grinned. "I could tell you, Billy. But I would rather show you."

    "What can you show me, Jacqueline?" I looked puzzled. "Momma's right outside."

    "Shhh. Keep quiet, and she'll never know." The conductor's eyes sparkled. "But we will." She turned around at the sink, and with one hand keeping her balance, she unbuckled her uniform's slacks. Sticking out her rear slightly - there wasn't much room - she asked, "Help me by pulling my pants down, Billy."

    I answered very quietly, "Okay." I moved behind her and grasp the sides of her pants. My hands took their time, because her hips were wide compared to her trim waist, and getting them over and down their arousing form was new to me. She wore a pair of black, silk panties under her slacks. The narrow garment stared at me. "Golly." I stared back for a bit.

    "Now it's your turn. Pull down your pants and free your young, hard prick."

    I blushed at the crude word. Some of my classmates used them, but Momma didn't like rude words. I did as my girlfriend requested. My peter stuck out, aimed at one of her big, bottom cheeks. I patted it. Its skin was soft, but its bulk was firm. "Whoa!"

    "That feels nice, Billy. Sometimes I like real spanking, but we don't have time. She reached her free hand back and tugged her panties to one side.

    My jaw fell open at my first sight of a lady's privates. I knew girls were different. They had lips and holes and sometimes hair. I was just starting to grow hair on my boy sack. Some of her hair peeked out along her revealed mound.

    "Give me a second." She whispered. The fingers holding aside her panties pushed between her pouting lips and rubbed. At first, they seemed to glow in the bathroom window's light. After a few seconds, her lips began to glisten. Two of her fingers eased deeper and stirred her girl hole. She moaned softly. When they withdrew, she said. "That's good and ready for you. Do you know what to do, Billy?"

    "Gosh, Jacqueline, did you want a baby?" I had seen a picture book about bodies and private parts and how they joined to make babies, 'when two people really loved each other.' She and I had become boyfriend and girlfriend so quickly, I wasn't sure.

    "I know you can cum, Billy, but I doubt you could impregnate me. You're so young!" Jacqueline added. "I did have my period a couple weeks ago. You should probably pull out, before cumming inside me. Okay?"

    I had to think about what I knew about 'cumming' and about making babies. I decided that she knew more than I, and she was okay with it, . "Sure." I affirmed. Moving myself until my pee pee touched her wet, pouting lips, I took her free hand in mine and held it. I eased my hips forward, popping my little head between them. The jostle of parting flesh tickled in a wonderful way!

    "Mmmm." She moaned. Her hand fled mine and grasped my, um, prick. I thought the word and giggled. She moved my pee pee up an down her wet slit, until my head felt a shallow, tiny pocket within her glistening lips. "Push Billy." She urged me.

    We both groaned when my penis sank its length into her vagina. I knew that word too.

    "Did you say something?" Momma asked from the other side of the metal door.

    I couldn't talk. I barely heard her. My mind floated on a surging sensation of pleasure as her hole enveloped my prong. Its warmth and wetness felt incredible! ...way better than her or my hand.

    "Just train noises, Ma-am." Jacqueline covered for us. Our groan had been quite emphatic. "That feels perfect, Billy." She whispered.

    "Are you going to have a baby now?"

    "Oh, Sweetheart!" She gushed hushed. "You have to fuck me, first, to spend your cum in my pussy." She backtracked, "Except, you have to pull out."

    I'm not sure which excited me more, the hot sensation wrapping my pee pee, or her naughty words. I didn't' know what 'fuck' meant, really. I just thought it mean what I was doing, resting my, heh, 'prick' insider her, ahem, 'puss.' "We are, aren't we. Won't your lady part suck my cum, kinda like you did with your mouth?"

    "Sweet, sweet, child!" She laughed softly. "You have do the man's part. Move your dick in and out of me."

    "Ohhh. Okay." I said blandly. I lurched my hips into action, and I immediately felt incredible pleasure! How stupid was I, not to know this important, incredible aspect of fucking? I blamed the book I read only a year ago. Really, it should have said, in big print, that fucking a hard prick in and out of a hot, wet pussy felt better than anything! After a few tentative pokes and pulls, I was sawing my peter through her puss, with rigorous thrusts.

    "That's it, Honey!" Jacqueline gasp. "You're going gangbusters on me! Soo goood!" She exclaimed a little louder. Her rear humped opposite of my strokes, bringing new thrill to my hard peter.

    "What's that?" Mother asked. Little did we know. She put her ear to the door.

    "It's good, Momma!" I told her. The train is going good and smooth again!" I meant the train of my hard prick running smoothly in and out the conductor's pussy.

    "I guess." She didn't sound convinced.

    My efforts continued to pump pleasure out of my girlfriend's hole. I lost all sense of time, humping myself in and out of her, to the rhythm of the swaying train.

    "Tell me when you're about to shoot your cum Billy." Jacqueline reminded me as quietly as she could but still be heard over the sucking sound of her puss on my pee pee and the slaps of my thighs against her bum and the metal clacking of train wheels. "Mmmmm." Her voice roiled. "I just felt one of mine."

    I didn't know what she was talking about, but I'm glad it made her happy. My own feelings were knotting up inside my loins, as if a balloon of sensations was inflating. I had felt something like it before, but nothing as tight and full as the feelings pouring into my diving peter and collecting at the base of it. I knew the balloon would pop, but I was glad I didn't cum as quickly as I had when my girlfriend rubbed me so recently. I wanted the fuck feeling to last forever! I enjoyed and enjoyed her hot flesh sucking on my pumping peter. Our motions synced up perfectly, melding together like a single being radiating joy.

    Jacqueline grunted in that special way, twice more, before the balloon of tension grew to the verge of breaking. "I love how you're lasting, Lover."

    She called me lover. Did that mean, she was okay to have a baby? I guessed so. The idea of blasting my cum into the place where it was suppose to be, to begin a child inside a woman, was hotter than her dripping lips! That thought kicked my pending cum over the edge. I had to cover my mouth to silence my shouts. Boom! My body surged with joy and release! My peter gushed out hot baby starter as I continued to buck back and forth. Some seeped out around my rutting shaft, but most of it went deep.

    "OH NO! Jacqueline burst out. "You DIDN'T!" To her, the sensation of my 'too young' cum was even hotter and thicker than any of her boyfriends'. She knew, at that moment, the mistake she had made. And now Mother pounded at the door.

    "The repairman is here!"

    Jacqueline's final orgasm outmatched the volume of my mother's announcement.

    I wanted to rest, while deeply penetrating my girlfriend, as the final spurts from the best orgasm I had ever experienced, soaked her insides.

    "Billy, I'm sorry. I thought the engineer wouldn't get here so quickly. We have to dress." She pulled free from my embedded peter. The cum and pussy juice soaked panel of her panties slid back across her vaginal lips. She reached down and pulled up her slacks.

    While she buckled her belt, I scrambled to get my underwear over my knees. She turned to help. "You're still hard!"

    "I can't help it." It was not as hard as it had been. I managed to snap my boxers over my peter.

    The door groaned. "Just about free. Sure was stuck, though." A man called from the other side.

    My girlfriend helped me to button my shorts, but the tear in them threatened to reveal my lingering hardon. "Get behind me." She stood and turned to the door, still holding one hand to on the sink.

    The door slid open as I finished zipping up my torn pants.

    "Billy!" Mother exclaimed upon seeing me. Upon seeing the conductor, her lips broadened into a shape that was and wasn't a smile. "Thank you, Ma-am, for being with him."

    "It was my pleasure."

    "Mine too, Momma! But my pants tore, when I fell. Jaq-, eh, Ms. Simmons caught me, but she bumped her head."

    Mother told Ms. Simmons, "For that I'm forever grateful." She looked at me. "The rest -- we'll talk about it later." When she walked me to my seat, we passed Mrs. Guthrie who expressed happiness that I was all right. Mother told her, "You're very kind, Ellen."

    Seated, I showed mom the watch but only the nice picture of Ms. Colkick. Behind our seats, Mrs. Guthrie smiled and observed us.

    Mother asked quietly, "What really happened in the bathroom, before the repairman unjammed the door?"

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    I couldn't hide my blush. So I explained with pretend excitement. "Gosh, Mom, Ms. Simmons was really nice. She was so sorry my pants tore, she kept moving around, looking for something in the bathroom that could fix it. It's a really small bathroom, and we kept bumping each other. I wish the repairman hadn't taken so long, I wanted to be with you."

    Mother has a look when she suspects I'm not telling the truth. "Well, you aren't hurt. That's the most important thing, and I'm sorry Ms. Simmons was. Now, I want you to remain in your seat. I need to discuss that watch with Mr. Colkick." She glanced at my torn pants and shook her head. Reaching into her travel bag, she pulled out a lap blanket and spread it over my legs. I watched her cover my pants, but just as the edge dropped on my lap, I noticed the soft head of my pee pee was visible through the tear and my boxers. A thin coat of cum was drying on the tip. My face turned deep red.

    She whispered, "Remember to wash up, when you use the bathroom like that." Momma took the watch and went down the aisle.

    "Excuse me, Billy." Mrs. Guthrie smiled from the seat. "I heard that your pants tore. I have a sewing kit in my tote. Would you like me to mend it?"

    My original concern about Mrs. Guthrie faded when she offered to sew up my pants. Mother had certainly seen the stain on the tip of my pee pee. Her polite reaction had sent blood to my cheeks. If my shorts didn't get fixed, Momma might worry about what could pop into view. Otherwise, I'd have to keep my hands in my lap for the rest of the trip!

    "I'd like that, Mrs. Guthrie, but Momma said I have to stay in my seat."

    "I'll sit next to you and sew there." She foraged in her tote until she found her sewing kit. Then she got up and sat in Mother's seat but as she sat, she looked down the aisle, to where Mother was talking to Mr. Colkick. She seemed satisfied and turned to me. "Let me see it, I mean, them. She cleared her throat. Take your pants off from under the blanket, and give them to me."

    When she said, "It." I thought she wanted to see my wiener, but she corrected herself. I pouted from embarrassment. "Yes, Ma-am." I nodded and reached under the lap blanket. I had never taken pants off blindly before. I managed unzip the front, but as I struggled to get them off my hips, the blanket shifted lower too, exposing my boy boxers. Thankfully, the opening had shifted to the right and only revealed the top of my thigh. I pulled the blanket up and tried again.

    Mrs. Guthrie seemed amused by my effort. "No need to rush, Billy."

    After careful squirming, I pushed the shorts to my knees, but once more the blanket slid down to mid thigh. To my horror, this time, the head of my soft penis poked out through the gap in my trousers. Worse, the tip was coated with white residue, now dried. I scrambled to tug the blanket back, but the lady grabbed the blanket and fought to keep it in place. She was stronger than me.

    "Billy!" Mrs. Guthrie, exclaimed softly. "You should clean that up."

    "I would, but Momma told me I couldn't leave my seat." I almost cried. "And you shouldn't be looking at it. It's my private part."

    "Then you shouldn't have shown it to me." She countered. "It's not I haven't seen the likes before. I raised a boy. He left home for college this week. I'm returning from helping him move into his dorm."

    I wasn't sure that made it okay, but Mrs. Guthrie didn't seem to mind. At least about seeing my peter. What she did mind was its condition.

    "Before I sew your pants, young man, we have to clean that up." She let me cover up then reached into a pocket of her sweater and pulled out a napkin. "Unclean is unhealthy." She claimed. "Now let me see, and I'll wipe that nasty stuff off."

    "Can't I wipe it?" I pouted.

    "If I let you wipe it, you'd probably make more of a mess." She insisted, and I pushed the blanket down to show her my cum coated peter. My cheeks turned warm again.

    She licked the napkin before reaching down and swiping it around the head, but it was soft and it bobbed out of the way. She only cleaned half of it.

    "I'll have to hold it, to clean it all." She said, reaching her free hand to the soft shaft of my pee pee. She grasped me softly but firmly. Then she licked the napkin again but not in a clean part of it. She licked the dried cum she had wiped from my penis.

    Without a word, she held my peter and used the napkin to clean off every last, white bit. Then she folded the napkin and tucked it into her sweater. "There. That's better."

    I covered myself and kicked off the shorts which had fallen to my ankles. Mrs. Guthrie bent down to retrieve them. She immediately went to work. Her hands made needle and thread fly through ripped edges, binding them back together. I was amazed by her dexterity and efficiency. In no time at all, she had mended my shorts.

    "There. That ought to hold you for a while." She handed them back to me.

    "Thank you, Mrs. Guthrie." I took them and bent down to put them on, but the blanket got in the way.

    "Here." She sounded disappointed. "Let's not repeat your fumbling. Let me help." She sank to the floor of the train and crawled under the blanket and between my feet. Mrs. Guthrie was a small woman. For her size, she had a little too much belly, but she could just fit between the seat in front of me and my seat. She put my shoes through the legs of my shorts and pushed them up to my knees. The blanket fell over her back, nearly covering her. "You'll have to stand. So I can get them over your hips."

    I wanted to stand, but seeing her head under the blanket made me remember Ms. Simmons, when she was on her knees, jerking on my penis. The memory sent blood rushing to my peter. It hardened quickly. I was still holding the blanket over my lap, but her head made enough of a space to hide my new erection. I could feel it, though, sticking out of the gap in my boxers.

    "Oh my!" The blanket muted her gasp. "Billy, you, um, your peni-" She quieted.

    I stood in shock, but there was hardly room. I felt trapped by the woman. I didn't know what to say. Where was mother? I looked for her. Standing had made Mrs. Guthrie press her back against the seat in front of me, as my hips moved forward and higher.

    I could just see Momma, far down the aisle, talking to a seat where Mr. Colkick must have been sitting. She seemed very far away at that precise moment.

    A curious whisper floated up through the blanket. "Is that- Billy, is that for, um, for me? Did you get hard for me?"

    My brain melted at the thought of the nice older lady with her head under a blanket and her face at the same height as my penis. "I-I don't know." I sputtered as quietly as I could.

    "It's okay, Child. I'm sure it's not because of an old woman like me." She patted my left knee. "Young boys often get hard for no reason. My son was that way. "Although, I am surprised someone as young as you would have that problem."

    "It started, just this year." I found myself answering without thinking. Considering the circumstances, she was being very polite and kind to tell me about her son. I thought of Momma, so far away. I asked, in a daze, "Did you help your son to make it go down?"

    She didn't answer right away. "Oh, I see." Did she giggle? I couldn't tell through the blanket. I stood mortified once more.

    "Yes, Billy. Sometimes, I would help my little Dennis, but only if he was a good boy and didn't tell anyone. That was a long time ago. I wish he was still young, but I'm more proud of the man he became. He never told on me. Are you a good boy? Did you want me to help make your penis soft?"

    I almost told her no. I could see my mother, and somewhere Ms. Simmons, my girlfriend, was helping passengers, if not in this car, one of the adjacent cars. My fear of either of them discovering us should have made my young boner shrink like plastic wrap over a burning match. Instead, I felt my penis get harder. That wasn't fair! Once more I was confused about what I should do. Could the nice, Mrs. Guthrie, even get my shorts over a penis as hard as the one I had sprouting from my groin? I whimpered.

    "It's okay, Dearie. It's entirely up to you."

    I whined, "Yes, Ma-am. Please. I won't tell. I promise. Help make it soft again, please, Mrs. Guthrie."

    "I will, Sweetie, but you have to keep an eye out. Let me know if anyone is about to pass us, along the walkway."

    "Okay."

    Her hand was softer than I imagined. It grasped my firm member, wrapping its fingers around my shaft. "Remember. No telling."

    "Yes, Ma-am." I looked out for anyone in the aisle, while Mrs. Guthrie began stroking my hard, young prick. She made me feel almost as good as when my temporary girlfriend let me try to make a baby in her. I tried to keep my attention on the aisle, but her hand felt so wonderful, rubbing my pee pee, gently but firmly.

    "This is a beautiful thing, Billy. I only did it a few times for my Dennis, but each time was very special. Can you feel the beauty of it?" Her hand moved a little faster up and down my hard shaft.

    "I can. You're making it feel really good, Mrs. Guthrie."

    "Do you see anyone?"

    "No one close, Ma-am." I checked after dragging my attention from the delights her hand stroked into my loins. I looked across the aisle, but I already knew. Those seats had been empty the entire trip. My attention fell back to the lady rubbing so much goodness through my peter. My hips started humping against her rhythm.

    "You're an eager boy, Billy." She admonished me softly. Her hand sped up, causing my hips to stop. "It's been so long since I've done this, and I want to enjoy every second."

    "Yes, Mrs. Guthrie."

    "Good. Keep a sharp eye out."

    That proved difficult. Every time her hand pulled on my flesh, my thoughts fled to her warm, rubbing fingers. I could see people, one or two. None were close. Was one moving closer? "Ohhhh." I gasped, forgetting what I saw.

    "Billy, you have to let me know when you're about to cum. I know you can cum. I tasted it earlier, you naughty boy."

    "You were naughty for tasting it." I heard myself tell her. Oh no! Would calling her naughty cause her to stop giving such wonderful pleasures? "I'm sorry."

    She giggled. I heard it and felt it warble through her firm, flowing grip. "It's true, Billy. I hoped you wouldn't notice. I had to know if you could cum. Do you hate me?"

    "No! You're really nice, and it's so great, what you're doing. Please, don't stop. It feels too good!"

    "I won't stop, Billy. I'll make sure you cum, even, but you have to warn me, or you'll make an even bigger mess than last time." She kissed my bare thigh.

    "Yes. I will, Mrs. Guthrie." I closed my eyes for a second, to gauge how close I was.

    "Ah, Madam Conductor, I think you ought to see this here."

    The man's voice broke myself self-reflection. My eyes flew open and I gaped. Standing just behind my row of seats, A man looked down the aisle, towards the bathroom. I turned my head and saw Jacqueline heading our way. I froze, from panic.

    Mrs. Guthrie never stopped jerking on my peter. My balls felt like they were building up for another release. I needed to warn her, but there was my girlfriend, striding closer!

    "Yes, Mr. Ames?"

    The man moved, to meet the conductor halfway. "I found this comb in the aisle. Someone must have dropped it." He told her.

    "I see." "I'll ask around before taking it to lost and found at the final station." He handed it to her.

    My heart thudded back to life. It had stopped from fear! My penis twitched in Mrs. Guthrie's stroking hand. My balls- "I-I think I'm about to-" I clamped my groin down, to hold back the impending flood. I heard rustling. The blanket rippled from movement beneath it. Something fitted over the head of my prick.

    I was too young, too inexperienced. My balls broke past my clench, sending their seed shooting out through my hard penis. It flung away, Where, I couldn't tell. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Guthrie, I tried to tell you sooner." I gasp through the shockwave of pleasure riveting my feet to carpeted metal floor.

    "It's beautiful, Billy. I can feel it. Let it all out. It's okay. It's wonderful!" She kept stroking, making sure to wrest every drop from my body. Cum pulsed six more times out the tip of my erection. My body shuddered from an orgasm that pulsed joy into my mind in time with my spitting penis. "Sooo goood." I hissed with delight!

    "You're cumming so much, Billy! I can barely catch it all." She sounded amazed, thrilled even. "I wish-" She started to say but said no more.

    A great lethargy overcame me. I wobbled on my feet. "I have to sit down, Mrs. Guthrie."

    "Just a second, Boy. Don't you dare until I'm done here." She commanded. I felt my shorts being pulled up my legs over my thighs and around my hips. She zipped them up, ducked out from under the blanket, and stood free. I fell back into my seat.

    In her hand I saw the napkin she had used to wipe me earlier. She cupped it, as if something might spill out. That something was a fresh load of cum milked from my pee pee. Her eyes glowed at me. "Thank you, Billy. You don't know what that meant to me. I'll never forget you." She stepped into the aisle, around Mother's seat, and next to her own chair behind it. All the while, she cradled the napkin, as if it carried something precious.

    "Ellen, what do you have there?" Mother walked up, having finished her conversation with Mr. Colkick.

    "Oh, hi Faun." Mrs. Guthrie's smile crawled hesitantly across her lips. "This?" She looked down. "I asked the conductor for some unscented soap. I can't handle the perfumed liquid in the bathroom."

    "I thought I saw you standing next to Billy."

    "Yes. I had to make way for Ms. Simmons."

    "I see." Mother smiled easily. She looked at me and sat down in her seat. "You look like the cat who caught the canary."

    I hugged the blanket to my lap, to hide my now repaired shorts. She reached into her travel bag and pulled out a book, Tom Sawyer. She had been reading it to me ever since the train left our station. It was getting late. The lights in the train dimmed.

    "I guess, we should eat instead." She put the book back and brought out two, baloney sandwiches. We munched them quietly. Mother had a thermos of cold lemonade to wash them down.

    "Thank you, Momma." I smiled, drinking from the thermos lid that was a cup.

    "Mommy needs to sleep again. Put the lid back on the bottle when you're done." She closed her eyes and turned away. A while later, the full moon peeked over the horizon, sending blue light into the car. The passengers, one by one, clicked off their overhead lights and quieted. Even the car seemed to sway more gently. I heard a hushed sound, like a sharp breath, behind us. I twisted around and peeked over the back of my seat.

    There, in the moonlight, I saw Mrs. Guthrie, still holding the napkin. She had reclined her seat as much as it would go, and lay back with her eyes closed. Stranger still, she had pushed a wadded cloth under the waistband of her skirt. It left an opening through which hid her other hand.

    She groaned softly. Her hand retreated from under the dress. Then it did the most amazing thing. She dipped two of its fingers into the puddle of cum held by the napkin. After scooping a glob, she pushed the hand back through the gap between her waistband and belly. The skirt bent outward from the back of that hand. The bump of skirt moved back and forth, slowly. "Oh, Dennis, I wish it had been you." She muttered. Her hand moved deeper, under her skirt, nearly disappearing, always moving. "I wish you were here now, giving me fresh cream, instead of this nice boy's that has grown cold. Ooooh, I love feeling cum inside of me."

    My jaw dropped, and I felt my penis get thick and hard. The only sounds in the car, half full of people, were whispers, snores, and this sad lady's soft moans.

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    Hearing Mrs. Guthrie's plea, I wished I were her son, but not really because my mom is awesome. I had an idea. I stepped off of my seat and stood as quiet as possible. First I studied Mom to be sure she was sleeping. Her face is like an angel. I thought about jerking myself and remembering the day she taught me. I always cum hard when I do that.

    The only time I came harder was when the conductor, my girlfriend, let me try to make a baby in her. I wanted to do that again, and I wanted to help the sad lady sitting behind us, playing with her covered vagina. How could that be wrong? Well if Momma or Jacqueline found out, it might turn out very wrong. That's why I checked Mom carefully. Then I looked up and down the aisle.

    I stepped over Mom's feet and ducked into the walkway. Squatting, I listened.

    "Dennis, if only this was your cum, warm and fresh." Mrs. Guthrie sighed and moaned at the same time.

    I took a step closer and whispered. "I'm sorry you're sad about your son, Mrs. Guthrie. I heard you, and I saw what you're doing."

    "What?" She jerked a cum dripping hand from out of her dress! Her other hand dropped the napkin. "Huh?" She peered into the aisle and spotted me. "Billy?" Her eyes widened. "Oh, my. I-I-" She sputtered.

    "It's okay, Mrs. Guthrie. I bet your Dennis is lonely too. I never like it when I'm away from my momma."

    "Billy, I'm so embarrassed. How could I let myself get carried away like that. Please forgive me."

    "But I liked watching you, Mrs. Guthrie." I straightened my legs but kept my back bent. Even in the dim moonlight, she could see my hard penis pushing out the short pants covering it. "What you were saying made me wish I was your son."

    The older woman gulped at the sight of my hidden erection. "I-I wish you were too, Billy. I can't forget how nice you were to let me catch all of your cum, earlier. I'm amazed you've gotten so hard again." She licked her lips.

    "You know, Mrs. Guthrie, when I was trapped in the bathroom with the conductor, she said I could be her boyfriend, until the train gets to the big city. Would you like to be my Mommy, for a little while?"

    The nice lady pursed her lips, and tears came to her eyes. "Oh, Billy, I would like that. I'm so ashamed, but I really would."

    "Okay." I crept behind my mother's chair and stood beside Mrs. Guthrie. "I'm going to be your son now, but just for a little while. Do you want to call me Dennis?"

    "Yes!" She sobbed. Her hand cut it off by clapping over her mouth. She must have forgot that hand was coated with my congealed cum. A couple globs flew across her cheek and stuck to her hair. She didn't care. Her eyes seeped happy tears. She uncovered her mouth. It was smiling. "Oh, Dennis, my boy, I've missed you." She wiped her gooey hand on her skirt.

    "I missed you, Mommy." I smiled back. My dick twitched under my shorts.

    "It's been so long, since you were a little boy, since we played together in private ways." She needed to confess. "You're all grown up, and in college, and I know you'll have a girlfriend soon. I miss those days, when we could enjoy ourselves without anyone knowing." She wiped her eyes. "I'm so glad you've come back to me, even for just one night, my little Dennis who wants to be with his mommy."

    "Yes, Mommy. I'm so happy to be with you."

    "Do you want to sit on Mommy's lap?" She slid the seat more upright, to make room for me.

    I nodded and held out my hands like I used to do with my momma. The older woman grasped me guided me to her lap, facing her. She had to remove the cloth she'd stuffed under her skirt's waistband. She hugged me and sniffled and wept. "I'm so happy to be able to hold you again."

    I put my arms around her chest. She had a big one, compared to how small she was for a lady. "I like hugging you too, Mommy." It felt so good, in fact, I swear my pee pee got even harder.

    "You're hugging Mommy's bosom, Dennis. Remember when you used to suck on them?"

    Huh. The word, bosom, sounded odd, as if I'd heard it before but didn't know what it meant. "I did?"

    Mrs. Guthrie's smile turned into a grin, as if she was about to play a game with me. "Yes, Dennis. I used to love it when you sucked milk from me."

    Oh, I began to understand. I had read about how mommies made milk in their breasts and fed it to their babies. I guessed, 'bosum' was another word for breasts. It made sense. After all, my peter had lots of names! Thinking harder, I sorta remembered that my real momma said she had breastfed me, but I couldn't remember actually doing it. Sitting in this nice lady's lap with her soft bosom in my arms made me curious. At the risk of being called a baby, I asked. "Would you like me to do that now, Mommy?"

    Her mouth opened, but she didn't say anything. Her grin returned. "Aren't you too big to suck on Mommy's boob?"

    I began to understand her game. "No, Mommy. I'll be as big as you want me to be."

    "I love you so much, Dennis." She kissed my forehead. "Of course Mommy will let you suck on her breasts." My one night mommy reached to the buttons on her shirt and began to release them. After loosening the first four, she pulled the two sides apart, revealing a tan bra. She managed to extract her arms from her blouse. "Just another minute, Sweetheart." She had to lean forward, to reach the back of her bra, but she was careful to keep me on her lap. I kissed her cheek. "I love you, Mommy."

    "I love you, Dennis." There came three barely perceptible snaps, and her bra loosened in front. "Now, pull the cups away from Mommy's bosom."

    I took the bra and pulled. She moved her arms forward to let the straps slide free of her body. Revealed before me were two soft mounds the size of grapefruits with large, dark circles in front. They began to sway with the train car.

    "Now that you've seen my bosom, Dennis, do you still want them? They aren't as young as they used to be."

    "I think they're beautiful, Mommy!" I kept my excitement to a hush. She hugged me again. This time, my face could feel how smooth they were. I looked up and pouted. "Where do I suck on them, Mommy?"

    She controlled a laugh. "Where do you think, Silly?" She hoisted one of her pretty breasts before my face. I noticed that the center of its brown circle sported a firm looking nub. I opened my mouth and took the nub between my lips.

    "Ooohhh, that's right, Dennis. Suck Mommy right there." Her head tilted back, and she closed her eyes. I began sucking, but there wasn't any milk. Was I doing it right?

    I was about to ask, if I was, when suddenly I felt her hand reach between our bodies and touch the tent in my pants. "You're still hard, Sweetie. Is sucking on Mommy's boob keeping you nice and hard?"

    I nodded and kept sucking. I stared at her other, beautiful breast. I wished I had two mouths. Although I didn't taste any milk, I was intimately aware of how the nice lady responded as I sucked her nipple. She seemed overjoyed, and that made sucking feel good to me. Her hand on my tenting peter felt even better!

    "I swear, if I don't take that hard thing out of your pants, its going to tear right through my sewing!" She opened her eyes and wriggled her nose at me.

    I opened my mouth to tell her, "Please, Mommy, I don't want it to tear again." I fumbled at the button on my shorts.

    "Let me, Sweetheart. Mommy needs you to keep sucking on her breasts. Her hands unbuttoned the waistband. I shifted my face to her other 'boob' and took its nipple in my mouth. Again, there was no milk, but it occurred to me, this was something I used to do to my real mommy. My pee pee nearly did burst through the mended tear in my pants. I sucked the second nipple with a passion for it.

    "OOhh!" She yelped quietly. "You must like that boob even better!" She unzipped my shorts and reached into the front gap of my underwear. I felt her warm hand pull my stiff peter into the night air. That felt great! She exclaimed at a whisper, "I swear you're even harder than you were a little while ago!" Her hand fondled my erection without jacking on it. She seemed uncertain what to do with it.

    "Your hand is nice there." I returned to sucking her breast.

    "I know, Honey. You remember how I made your penis soft, earlier, but Mommy wants it to do something for her."

    "Mmmm." I enjoyed nursing on her nipple before asking, "What, Mommy?"

    "Remember how Mommy was playing with your cum, and you came to me, to be my little boy for the night? I was being very bad."

    "Uh, huh." I resumed sucking on her pert nipple.

    She pouted and blushed. "This bad Mommy was pushing your cum into her mommy hole, because that's where cum belongs, Dennis. But I had to wait until everyone was asleep, and your wonderful cum had gotten cold. I need you to put fresh and hot cum in my hole, this time. Do you understand?"

    I did understand, but I had to play along. My boner was straining to be put in a warm and wet vagina, again. "I'm not sure, Mommy." I looked up at her, puzzled.

    "You probably don't remember how I taught you that, so long ago. Do you want me to show you again?"

    "Yes, Mommy, I want to give you what you need."

    "I need it very badly." Her voice trembled. "Now stand in front of me, and Mommy will pull up her dress for you. She gripped my sides to help me climb off of her. Her big breasts jiggled. After helping me back to my feet, her hands reached down and picked up the hem of her dress. She lifted it slowly, smiling at me, as if she was winning our little game. That was okay, because I was going to win too.

    The first thing her dress revealed were two ample legs. Her stockings were tan and very sheer. The skirt lifted higher. Mrs. Guthrie chuckled when I saw the surprise waiting for me. Wrapped around her calves were the top of her stockings and her strong, white panties. She had taken them down so that she could rub cum into her puss. Her naked knees foretold what would ultimately be revealed.

    My one night mommy pulled her dress all the way up and tucked it around the back of her waist. Opening her knees, I saw her hairy pussy glistening in the moonlight.

    "Push Mommy's panties to her ankles, Dennis." She whispered. I barely heard her. I was too thrilled by the fact that her 'mommy hole' was already naked and waiting for me. "Dennis?"

    "Yes, Mommy." I bent to the task. My peter just couldn't get any harder. I wanted to plow into the naughty sight right away, but that would interrupt the game we played. I pushed on her panties and stockings until they were stuck around the tops of her feet.

    She crossed her ankles and opened her knees even wider, to make room for me. "Come to Mommy, Dennis." She held out her arms and slid her hips to the edge of her seat.

    I stepped over her crossed ankles and in between her thighs. There was barely enough room, and the tips of her hairy cleft tickled the end of my penis. I shivered at their touch, but I reached out and let her hands take mine. "What now, Mommy?" I asked innocently.

    "By sucking on Mommy's boobs, you made her hole very wet. It suppose to be wet, so you can put your hard, young penis into it." She grunted with anticipation. "Let me help you." She took my wiener into her hand and placed it under her dark thatch, until the tip touched her vagina's outer lips. "Now push, Honey, but take it easy. You probably won't find it on your first try."

    I'm not sure if she noticed my grin. Her attention was glued to my erection. I thought very carefully, about how and where I had first penetrated my temporary girlfriend. I wanted to prove to the nice lady that I wasn't a baby at all. I shifted the angle of my penis slightly downward and thrust into the eager lady. My prick skewered her dripping pussy and drilled deep inside. It felt wonderful, fantastic! I was in heaven again. My body immediately hunched my dick in and out of her hot, wet hole.

    "Billy!" She almost shouted. "I mean, Dennis!" She clapped a hand to her mouth, surprised by my sudden invasion of her special, mommy hole. "Ohhh, you naughty, naughty boy!" She hissed. Her thighs clenched around mine, forcing my hips to slow. But it was just an initial reaction. They relaxed just as quickly. "I couldn't possibly have expected-" She suddenly groaned and simply let me push my peter in and out.

    "I wanted to make you feel good, Mommy, and I couldn't wait any longer." I pulled myself closer and took one of her boobs into my mouth. It seemed like the right thing to do.

    "You're being so naughty, Dennis, and you're doing it sooo good!" She gasp. "Mommy never would have guessed you could be such a powerful lover. You're even sucking on Mommy's boob again! Ooooooo." He whole body writhed from all the action my penis was putting through her wet hole. "You wonderful, wonderful, boy!"

    Mmmm, I closed my eyes and sucked and fucked. I felt like a man, giving my best to make a nice lady happy. I was still too young to realize how my own need for pleasure guided me into her arms and then into her grateful pussy! I humped Mrs. Guthrie for all I was worth, never slowing, changing which boob I sucked. My hands fondled her soft globes. Hers pulled at my hips, urging me to drive my hard wiener deeper into her body. Soon my groin was slapping hers loudly, I feared we'd wake up my real mother. I slowed just enough to lower our noises. I think she understood.

    We didn't say anything for a little bit, except to exchange groans and kisses. I humped and humped. She whimpered. She whined. Mutual delight was all we needed then. Our bodies wriggled, squirmed, hunched and bucked. We breathed the night air faster and faster.

    "I wish I could shout, Dennis, to let everyone know my son has become my lover! Your thrusting and sucking make me want to scream! Did you know I wanted you to take me so passionately? Are you enjoying taking your mommy like she was a cheap slut?" She cooed.

    I didn't know what a 'slut' was, but what did she mean by 'cheap'? But I couldn't concern myself with silly questions. I just wanted to feel her hole slurping on my rutting peter! Still, she had asked and a good boy answers their mommy's questions. "Yes, Mommy! I love fu-, uh, taking your mommy hole with my pee pee. It feels so good, sliding in and out of you!" Her body was now hunching back against my hardest strokes.

    "I want you to feel good, very good, Dennis!" Her vagina twitched against my wiener, almost clenching me. She was doing it on purpose. "Does that make it better?"

    "Oh, Mommy, it feels like your hole is sucking my penis!"

    "Yes, Dennis, Mommy's hole is trying to suck out the cum in your penis. I hope you can cum in Mommy. You came so much earlier. I wish all of it had been fed into me, like you're about to." She kept clenching her twat around my thrusts. It was incredible!

    "I want to Mommy. You said you wanted fresh cum not old, cold cum. You sounded so sad. I want you to be happy. I can feel it now, building up. You're going to make me cum, Mommy. Fucking you feels too good!"

    Once more, Mrs. Guthrie's hand flew to her mouth, to quell an exquisite outburst. "GGHHHHHHH!!! Hhhhaaa... Oh, Dennis, you make Mommy cum hard, saying things like that and f-f-fucking your hard prick into me!" She said the word that had been on the tips of both of our tongues. "Keep fucking Mommy, Darling. Do whatever you need to shoot your cum. Everything you do makes mommy cum! NNNNGGGGHHHHH!!!" She orgasmed again.

    I couldn't last any longer. Her erotic moans and stifled groans unleashed the flood that had been building up from the moment I pushed my hard prick into my one night mommy's puss. "Ohhhhh MOMMYYY!!" I cried against the breast in my mouth. Intense pleasure raced throughout my body. My head exploded with joy, and my body quaked. I forced myself to keep fucking into the clenching vulva, where I strived to deposit every drop of my boy seed. A torrent of hot fluid gushed from my drilling peter, deep into the nice lady's wet hole.

    "GGGHHHHHHH!!!!" She screamed into her fist for a third time. "I can feel it, your wonderful, hot cum!" Her vagina rippled inside. The new sensation was amazing! It's spontaneous motion seemed to pull at my penis, to draw my cum deeper, to where babies would be made. "It's filling me! How can you cum so much?"

    Every distinct sensation seemed to evoke fresh spurts of cum from my balls. I fired what must have been a dozen blasts of hot goo into the good woman. I managed to keep fucking my spitting snake into the slippery slit sucking my semen. The moonlight revealed thick white globs seeping out the cracks between my thrusting pee pee and her clenching puss. "I'm making a baby in you, Mommy!"

    "Oh, my sweet child, are you?" Mrs. Guthrie seemed to wake up, from her sex daze. "I love your cum so much, I didn't dare think!" She leaned forward and wrapped me in her arms. She whispered in my ear. "If only you could, Billy, I'm not so young, but it isn't impossible."

    When she said that, my prick shot two more loads of cum into my one night mommy. "I tried my best."

    She orgasmed on my gushing prick for the last time that night. "Yes! Maybe your youth will make up for my age. Maybe you'll give me another son, or would you like to put a girl in me?" She teased, breathing hotly.

    "Girls are dumb, Mommy." My body couldn't move another inch. I slumped in her arms. "But you're wonderful!"

    She kissed me and we hugged each other.

    In the seat ahead, clothing rustled. "Billy?" My real mother called out into the rattling, rocking train car.

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    "Momma! I'm right here. Just a second." I scrambled up, out of Mrs. Guthrie's arms. My soft penis plopped out of her hairy puss. Warm cum dribbled from it. She grabbed her lap blanket and covered herself while I tugged my boxers and shorts up to hide my wet pee pee. I zipped and bounced into the aisle to block Momma's view. She studied us inquisitively. How much had she seen?

    "What were you doing back there?" She peeked past me. "Ellen?"

    "Hi Faun." Mrs. Guthrie smiled nervously with rosy cheeks.

    "She was telling me a story, Momma." I yawned to draw my mother's attention. "I thought it might help me sleep."

    Mother's eyes wandered carefully, back and forth, looking at me and looking at Mrs. Guthrie. Abruptly, they darted to my waist. "How did your pants get fixed?"

    "That was me, Faun. I-I have a sewing kit."

    "She told me a story while she sewed the tear."

    "So efficient." Mother mused. Her lips curled with a touch of amusement. She leaned to me and examined Mrs. Guthrie's handiwork. The full moon was enough to illuminate the details. "Thank you, Ellen. You have a gift, um, for helping my boy with his boy problems."

    "It was my pleasure - something to idle the time away."

    "I'm happy it was. I'm sure Billy is even happier, but if I can repay the favor, do let me know."

    "Yes, but it's not necessary." Mrs. Guthrie swallowed. "I'll let you sleep. I'm sorry we woke you." She curled up with her blanket and rested her head. Her eyes closed.

    Mother's eyes regarded me with the same hint of suspicion she had shown earlier. "You didn't wake me, Sweetie. I was having a dream." She opened her arms in a way that said I should go back to my seat. She hugged me on the way.

    "Was it a bad dream, Momma?" I returned her hug and sat on one of her knees.

    "You were calling for me, like when you were little. Your voice was far away though, and I couldn't reach you, but I was there at the same time." She stroked my hair. "It was very confusing. I was afraid, when I woke and you weren't in your seat."

    "I'm sorry, Momma."

    "It's okay. You didn't go far. Do you want to sleep now?"

    Actually, I felt energized. Something about making a baby in Mrs. Guthrie had instilled a fervor to take more risks. I couldn't tell my mother that. "Maybe in a little bit. Is it okay if I go to the bathroom?"

    "Of course. Now that you know where it is and it's unique 'opportunities', you don't have to ask. However, let me know when you do." She sounded suspicious but amused at the same time.

    "Yes, Momma." I got up from her knee. "I'm going now."

    "Don't wake me when you get back. Yesterday was exhausting." Her pretty smile turned to her pillow, and she tucked her blanket up over her shoulders.

    "Good night, Momma."

    "Mmm-hmm." She mumbled.

    I grinned at Mrs. Guthrie as I walked past her. One of her eyes opened and winked, startling me. She grinned. I did go to the bathroom. I washed up, like Momma had told me earlier that day. I had to use the toilet too. It had been a long, tedious day interspersed with incredibly exciting deeds! There was no way I could sleep. I exited the bathroom and turned to the door that lead to the next car. I looked through the window. Moonlight lit the car dimly. All within was calm and quiet. I turned and slowly walked back past my sleeping mother. Next, I spotted Mr. Colkick curled under a blanket in his seat. A few steps later, I reached the other end of our car.

    Looking out that door's window, the door beyond was marked, "Sleeper." Through its window, I saw a short aisle that turned to the left. I pressed the panel that opened the doors. I had to see what a sleeper car was like. I knew it was very expensive to sleep in them. Maybe I would meet someone rich! I stepped onto the flexing gangway. That was a little scary. The train's rattles and clanks were much louder between the cars. I almost bolted through the other door. After it closed behind me, I could hear my heart thumping.

    I looked to the left, at the end of the short aisle. The passageway narrowed and turned to the right. I crept forward and looked right.

    "I have a fine bottle of Cabernet, Ms. Simmons. Would you like to join me, now that your shift has ended?" A big man in a fine suit spoke. He was standing in one of the many doorways down the right side of the car. Jacqueline stood in the narrow aisle.

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Stoneburger, even off duty, it's against regulations."

    "I won't speak of regulations, if you don't." His thick eyebrows bounced in weird way.

    "You're very generous to offer, but I can't accept."

    "Why not? I mean you no harm. In fact I'm sure we could spend a very pleasant time together."

    My temporary girlfriend looked frustrated. I wasn't sure why. She had delt with Mr. Colkick today with total confidence. Her hesitation now worried me.

    "Please, Mr. Stoneburger, you know this is inappropriate. I've warned you before."

    "Yes, but once you were more cooperative. This time you can even scold me. I'm sure I'll earn one." He grinned and reached for her hand.

    My heart left worry behind for anger. I tried to count to ten, like Momma always told me, but at three I shouted, "No!" And I ran to my girlfriend.

    The bad man's hand retracted. He puffed up, "Excuse me, Child, are you lost? It's late. You need to be with your parents."

    Jacqueline was surprised. "Billy!"

    I took her hand and pouted at the man, "You can't touch her! She doesn't want that." I looked at her, less angry. "I don't want that."

    "Ho! I see I have a rival for my affections." He leaned back and laughed. "Ms. Simmons take this boy to where he belongs. Then return to my cabin, and we'll resume our discussion."

    "I'm sorry, Mr. Stoneburger. I need sleep to perform my duties tomorrow. Please write that in your report and nothing else." She clenched my hand, I think for strength.

    The man scowled, "You wouldn't have that conductor's hat, if it weren't for me."

    "If it weren't for you, I would have earned my cap a year ago." She marched me back to my car. His cabin door slammed behind us, but upon turning the first corner, Jacqueline knelt and hugged me. "You were very brave, Billy, standing up to that man."

    "He was mean."

    "Yes, but his reports can influence my job assessment."

    I bowed my head. "Did I do it wrong? I'm sorry I got mad. I was so happy to see you, and then I heard him and couldn't count to ten."

    She kissed the top of my head. "You are a better boyfriend than my last one." She chuckled. Her voice lost some of its humor. "Now, tell me, why are you wandering the train this late? Does your mother know?"

    I kept my head low and shook it. "I wanted to see the train."

    "Well, when I was your age, I wanted to see the train too. A very nice conductor helped me to experience the many joys of a train, more than I could have by myself. It's one of the reasons I became a conductor. I'll never forget that nice, old man."

    I looked up, hopeful. "Are you going to show me the train?"

    "I can, in the morning. It's too dark now to appreciate. I'm going to take you back to your mom and then go to sleep."

    "I wish you could sleep with me." I smiled.

    "I'd like that too, Boyfriend." She winked. Standing, she peeked around the corner to the long, narrow corridor. "Maybe, for just a little while, we can." She turned the corner. "Follow me."

    I smiled and caught up with her. At the far end of the sleeper car, Jacqueline stopped at a door marked, "Staff Only."

    She knocked, "Tara? Mind if I bring a friend in for a bit?"

    A muted voice replied, "Depends upon how friendly he is."

    "How does she know I'm a boy?" I looked up, curious.

    "She just hopes you are." Jacqueline winked. She called to Tara. "We're coming in."

    "Sure. I'm decent enough."

    We entered. It was a small space, with two bunk beds and standing room for no more than the three of us. My jaw fell open. I never would have guessed 'decent enough' meant a tall thin lady with blond hair wearing only a bra and panties!

    "Tara, this is Billy." Jacqueline giggled.

    "Oh, you silly worker bee!" Tara shook her head. She fetched a long, nightshirt and held it in front of her body, before looking at me. Her sudden blush echoed mine. "I'm sorry, Billy, I didn't expect company of your, ahem, stature." She turned a leery face to Jacqueline and mouthed something like, "What The Fog?"

    My girlfriend grinned upon noticing the tent in my pants. "What would you like to tell my co-worker, Billy?"

    Tara looked where Jacqueline's eyes roamed. "Oh, my!" She gasp. A strange grin crossed her face.


    "Hello, Tara." I didn't know what else to say. "Um, do you work on the train, too?"

    She looked up at me. "Er, yes, Billy. I work in the lounge car's cafe and bar."

    Oh! "I was suppose to buy snacks there, but I bought a watch instead." I wished I could have bought snacks from her. I looked at Jacqueline, to see if what I'd said was what I should say.

    "Why are you here, Billy?" She scrutinized Jacqueline too.

    "We're going to sleep together. She's my girlfriend." I was so happy.

    Tara clutched the long nightshirt to her body. "Jacqueline!"

    "Jealous?" My girlfriend stuck out her tongue at Tara.

    I warned them. "I can't sleep here for long. I have to go back to my mom before she wakes."

    Well, I was changing when you knocked, Tara had a gleam in her eye. "Don't let me stop you two." She moved the nightshirt around her body, sticking her arms through the sleeves. Her bra and panties returned into view.

    Jacqueline climbed to the upper bunk. "You're just the right size to cuddle here, Billy. Come on up."

    "Jackie, if anybody else hears about this, they'll assume the worst." Tara began buttoning the shirt, from top to bottom.

    I stood on the lower bunk and grabbed the top rail. Jacqueline helped me reach her. Sinking in the cot, next to her, I looked down and caught a last glimpse of Tara's panties.

    "I'll set a timer on my phone. How long do you want to sleep with me before going back to your mom?

    I told her an hour. That long was a risk, but I had set out to take risks, I told myself. She set the timer and then hugged me from behind. She felt wonderful. She smelled a little stinky. I guessed she didn't take baths at night, but like my mom, took showers in the morning. Do trains even have baths or showers?

    Resting in her arms was so soothing, even my stiffy, from Tara's 'decent enough' appearance, softened.

    Tara ducked into her bed. "Good night."

    "Good night." Jacqueline told her. I wriggled closer, touching as much of her body with mine as possible. She petted my hair.

    Something buzzed. Jacqueline shifted. "Billy. It's been an hour."

    My eyes opened to darkness. I didn't want to go to Momma just yet, but I might already be in trouble. "Okay."

    She turned on a small, overhead lamp. "Careful." She whispered. "Don't rip your pants."

    I wanted to stick my tongue out at her. I was careful, and I reached the floor safely. The light switched off. It took me a second to fix the door's location in the dark. I didn't mind. There was enough moonlight, after my eyes adjusted. Something tugged my shirt. Huh? I looked back.

    Tara had reached out and let me know she was awake. "Come here for a second. Don't step on my bra."

    What did she want, I wondered. "Tara?"

    "Shhh, I just want to touch it. May I? Ever since I saw it poking behind your pants, I couldn't stop wondering about it. I couldn't sleep."

    From above, Jacqueline whispered. "Why are we whispering?" She giggled. "I don't mind, if you don't, Billy. It'll just make her more jealous."

    "I'm not!" Tara hissed. "I'm curious."

    In the dark, I worried. The women sounded like they were teasing me. I wanted to trust my girlfriend, but I didn't really know her. On the other hand, each time I showed my penis to a woman on the train, I got to make a baby in them or at least try. Jacqueline wouldn't want me to do that with her co-worker, would she?

    At that point, I felt guilty about making a baby in Mrs. Guthrie. I wanted to show my wiener to Tara, but what if Jacqueline had been joking? I asked in the direction of her bunk, "You're being silly, right Jacqueline?"

    She giggled again, "See, Tara, I told you he was an okay little dude."

    "You win. I'll have a free espresso waiting for you in the morning." Tara sighed. "Billy, I'm sorry for playing a game on you. Come to the cafe when you're awake. I'll give you a large, hot chocolate with a mountain of whipped cream."

    Jacqueline added, "I'll come by to escort you, if your mother doesn't want to."

    So they were having a little joke, but it was kind of funny. Well, I could play a joke too. I stepped into the moonlight and pulled down my pants. I was getting pretty efficient at it. No doubt, both of them could see my soft pee pee. "Nyaaaa!" I said, but instead of sticking out my tongue, I pushed out my pelvis.

    "Billy!" Jacqueline gasp.

    Tara giggled this time.

    I retreated out of the light and pulled up my pants. The sound of cloth shifting in Tara's bed attracted my attention. She swung her legs over the edge, into the dim, bluish light. Her body remained in the upper bunk's shadow. Tara echoed, "Nyaaa." And into the light, she trust her naked breasts. Their tips pointed like the dark ends of two pool cues.

    "Tara!" My girlfriend complained. "Don't look, Billy. She's teasing you with no intention of pleasing you."

    "Hey, he teased me first!" Tara waggled her large, firm boobies. "And you know nothing of my intentions."

    "He's a minor." Jacquline scolded. That she was a total offender, added a hint of jealousy to her voice. "He may be precocious, but the law is the law."

    "Party pooper." Tara retreated her chest back to the shadows. "I think he's precious."

    I grinned at their little fight, but when my girlfriend told me not to look, I covered my eyes. "What's percoshus?" I knew what precious meant. When Mother called me precious, she sounded as if I was a baby. When Tara said it, I felt she kinda liked me.

    "You're mature for your age." Jacqueline answered. "Which is why Tara is probably drooling now.

    "I've encountered bigger." Tara claimed, "But yes, Billy, you're clearly mature. Find me in ten years, and I'll measure it after making it hard."

    "She's teasing you again, Billy. Tara has a thing for hardons. She won't have time to measure yours before she's made it soft again."

    "That was confidential information, Bunkie," Tara pretended to be angry. "And I was drunk at the time. I may have been lying."

    "Oops! We're forgetting your mother." Jacqueline changed the subject.

    "I think Momma likes my hardon." I missed the change of subject matter.

    Silence filled the cabin.

    I figured out what she meant, blushed hotly. "Yeah, I gotta go." I turned to the door and tried to open it but failed. "It's locked."

    "Let me." Tara got out of her bed. She stepped behind me and reached to turn the lock. I didn't dare look around, although I really wanted to. She whispered in my ear. "I'm sorry I teased you, Billy. I won't again if I see you again." She unlocked the door.

    Confused but aroused, I ambled into the sleeper car's narrow aisle. I hurried to my car, bravely crossing the noisy gap between.

    My fear of Mother discovering me missing increased the closer I came. I found her still asleep. I peeked at Mrs. Guthrie. She slept too. Stepping over Momma's legs, I reached my seat, pulled my blanket over me, and curled up next to her.

    In my dreams, Momma scolded me, "You mustn't do that, Billy, but I can't stop you."

    "Billy, don't do that. Can't you stop? Wake up?" Mother patted my hand. It was almost a slap.

    "Huh?" Sunlight blinded me. I felt something soft under my fingers. She swatted my hand a little. "Wake up, Billy." My arm retreated from her body. Squinting, I saw something of a handmark on Momma's blanket. The rumpled shape was at the height of her chest.

    "I need to use the restroom." She stood, yawned, looked back at me, smiled, and turned down the aisle.

    Blinking, my vision began to clear. I had to use my hand to block the sun. I looked around my seat. Mother had returned with the watch, last night. I found it and activated it. "7:03". It seemed early, but I felt rested, if a little bleary. Having a yawn myself, I fastened the watch back to my wrist, but discovered a wire running to a plug in the wall. That must be how it charged. It didn't have the wire before. Momma must have gotten it from Mr. Colkick when she talked with him. I unplugged the wire. The battery icon held stable, full of white.

    I peeked around the corner, to check on Mrs. Guthrie. She snored lightly. I looked around, surprised at my lack of needing to pee, and my lack of a morning boner. Actually, I could have used the bathroom, but it wasn't urgent.

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    I looked through the other apps on 'my' watch. The email program required a password, so I couldn't read those. I listened to an audio book for like two seconds. His music app had the weirdest music, boring songs sung by warbling guys. The pictures that displayed were of old men with pipes and dumb old hats. The more I explored, the less the watch felt like mine.

    At one point, I looked at the other picture of Ms. Colkick, all naked and teasing. My pee pee twitched a little. Again, I remembered, she wasn't mine. When the train arrived, the only woman in my life would be Momma, and I had made her unhappy by touching her in my sleep. Even though it wasn't really my fault, and she wasn't at all angry, I felt like I should do something for her.

    I sighed and made a hard decision. I got up and looked up and down the aisle. Various passengers milled about with their things, having woken. Mrs. Guthrie continued to sleep. I made my way past a few people and reached Mr. Colkick's seat. "Hello."

    "Oh, hi! It's Billy, right?" He yawned and stretched. "I just woke. What's up?"

    "My momma talked with you last night. Do I have to give your watch back?" I held out my arm.

    The man stilled, examining me. "You know I'm a businessman, right?"

    I nodded.

    "Billy, there are two kinds of businessmen in this world, those who care about their clients and those who use people as stepping stones to foolish ends. What kind of business man do you think I am?"

    Mr. Colkick could have ask my mother to give his watch back. Instead, she had returned with the charging wire. "I guess you care."

    He grinned, sighed, and shook his head. "If you only guess, it's on me to earn more of your confidence." He looked me in the eye. "I told your mom the same thing I told you. Thank you for the twenty dollars. It was worth it to me. But when I return home in the city, I will pay you fifty for that watch. Before then, you may find out, you can sell it for a lot more, and you have every right to. I'll be sad to lose it, but you'll have more money. My last question, Billy, is. What kinds of business man do you want to be?

    "Maybe Billy doesn't want to go into business. I see him as more of a free spirit." Jacqueline had entered from the sleeper car, her uniform freshly fitted. She looked so powerful, my pee pee felt a little heavier, remembering how I had taken her in the bathroom.

    "Maybe you're right, Ms. Simmons." Mr. Colkick sounded slightly rankled, "But it's not polite to listen in on private conversations."

    "It's my job, Mr. Colkick, to know everything happening on my train, to prevent unpleasantness." She clicked her ticket punch for emphasis.

    He turned to me again. "I've said my piece, Billy. Now go enjoy your watch, and maybe in a couple days you'll sell it back."

    The conductor followed me to my seat. Arriving, we saw Mother approaching from the other direction. "Good morning, Ms. Androni." Jacqueline greeted.

    "Ms. Simmons." Mother smiled politely.

    "I'm here to tell you, due to the troubles Amtrak caused you yesterday, we would like to invite you to free drinks in the cafe lounge."

    "That's very generous, but aren't we arriving soon? I need to prepare." She looked at me.

    I suddenly remembered Tara offering to give me a free hot chocolate. I sure wanted to see her. I remembered her naked boobs. My pee pee hardened a little more, but it didn't push much against my pants. I showed Momma my disappointment. "Please, Momma? I can help you after we get our free drinks." I wanted to help. I told her, "I thanked Mr. Colkick." but I worried that wasn't enough to atone for what I'd done in my sleep.

    Mother saw my face. "Oh, please, take Billy, Ms. Simmons, if it's not an inconvenience. He'll just get in my way of repacking everything." A barely perceptible smile crossed my mother's beautiful lips. "He enjoyed spending time with you yesterday. However, I'm sure you have much to prepare. I understand if you're too busy."

    "It's true, Ms. Androni, but I can walk him to the cafe car. The server will keep an eye on him. That's part of her job. I'll be sure to escort him back before we pull into the station."

    Mother bowed her head slightly. "That's very kind of you."

    Jaqueline and I set off for the cafe car. It was in the opposite direction of the sleeper car. Jacqueline told me, "Tara gets up very early to prepare for customers. She called to say you looked adorable hugging your Mother." Jacqueline held up her walkie-talkie.

    We passed the bathroom. "Do you need to go?"

    "I don't want to get locked in there again."

    "What?" She pretended to be offended. "You didn't enjoy my company? I may have to alter the terms of our relationship." She giggled. "The engineer fixed the door, but we'll use the one in the next car." She opened the doors between cars. Crossing the rattling gangway wasn't as scary with the conductor there. All the way at the other end of the identical coach car was another bathroom. Jacqueline led me inside and closed the door. She wrapped me in her arms and bent down, kissing me warmly on the lips. "Mmmmm."

    I would have enjoyed it more if my bladder hadn't been near its limit. I broke the kiss. She pouted, "We don't have much time left, and I must see to preparing for arrival. This may be our last chance to be boyfriend-girlfriend."

    "I'm sorry." I rushed to the toilet and unzipped my stitched pants. I pulled out my pee pee and aimed.

    Jacqueline stepped behind me and grasp my semi-erect member, brushing my hand out of her way. "May I?" She giggled.

    I couldn't not pee. Urine gushed out, splashing a few drops onto the floor. Jacqueline squealed "It's not as easy as I thought!" She managed to tame the stream. Her hand felt wonderful, and I giggled too.

    My bladder emptied, and she shook the last dribbles gently. "I wish I had time for more, Billy." She let go of me. "Sorry."

    "Will I see you again, after we reach the city?"

    "We promised we would break up, Billy. You have to be a big boy about it."

    "I don't want to!" I hugged her, my bared penis pushed against her pants. It felt as if she was breaking up with me right then.

    "Don't get any on me!" She jumped back, looking down at her uniform. She sighed, satisfied they were dry. "Billy, you're going to meet many loving girls who will want to be your special friend. Don't be sad for too long. You'll limit your chances."

    "I don't care."

    "You care very much, Billy. I never would have agreed to be your girlfriend if you didn't." After washing up, Jacqueline opened the door and led me into the cafe.

    At our end of the cafe car were fancy, coach seats. Small tables and chairs sprouted up across the middle. The other end sported a drinks and snacks counter. Tara worked with a smile at a big, complicated, coffee machine. Behind her was a small, curtained area. She handed a steaming cup to a customer. He put a lid on it and took into the next car. There were only three other passengers in the cafe. It felt more dull than I expected.

    "Billy!" Tara recognized me approaching. Her smile brightened. I wanted to smile back, but only managed half of one.

    "What's the matter, still sleepy?"

    "He's going to miss us." Jacqueline explained. "I have to prepare for arrival. Will you take care of him, until I can escort him back to his mother?"

    Tara looked around the nearly empty car. "I don't know. I may have to enlist his help, to keep up with all the demand for coffee this morning."

    "Silly." Jacqueline told Tara. She said to me. "Nobody has time to sit and enjoy their drinks. We arrive in less than an hour."

    "Yeah, that's why I put out extra coffee jugs. So customers can pour their own and get back to their seat or cabin. The man you saw leave, was the first to order an espresso, all morning."

    "I'll be back in thirty or forty minutes." She put her hand on my shoulder. Are you going to be okay?"

    I didn't want to cry in front of Tara. I nodded, trying not to pout. Jacqueline left me in the cafe.

    "One hot chocolate, on the house!" Tara broke my sullen silence. Paying attention to her was the only thing to enjoy in the cafe. Even the scenery was just row upon row of suburban houses flying past. She poured milk into a cup and steamed it with a vent from the big machine. Next she picked up a pitcher and added chocolate syrup. She stirred it with a spoon before asking, "Whipped cream?"

    "Yes, please." I managed a better smile.

    "You are so sweet!" She served the large cup to me. A mound of thick whip topped it. "Careful, it's hot." I caught her peeking over the counter's edge, down my front. "But not as hot as you made me feel last night when you show off." She leaned over so far, I could see down the vee of her uniform. She had no bra! My penis couldn't help but respond. She watched a tent grow in my pants. "Oh, my, did you do that for me?" She winked. "Remember, I promised I wouldn't tease you again."

    Despite her promise, I did feel like Tara was teasing me. She was being professional-like to the few others in the cafe car, but secretly she let me see her unbound breasts. Now I had a hardon and would have to hide it while drinking my hot chocolate. I should have been angry at her. It’s not nice to lie. Once, Daddy spanked me after I had told a terrible lie. Maybe lying about teasing wasn’t the worst lie, but it made me feel sad. I couldn’t even go to Jacqueline for help. I didn’t have a girlfriend anymore. I frowned at Tara and looked for a table where I could drink my hot chocolate without someone seeing my boner.

    She gave me a puzzled look when I walked away. I heard her shoes behind me. I sat down, and she sat next to me. “Billy, what’s the matter?”
    To avoid answering, I sipped my hot chocolate and yipped! It burned my lips and tongue! My hand put the cup down so fast, it tipped over and spilled steaming chocolate milk and melting globs of cream in my direction! The incredibly hot drink would have soaked into my pants if Tara hadn’t swiped her whole arm across the table.
    She winced and squealed through hard pressed lips. The flood of dark milk, along with the cup, flew to one side. Tara leaped up. “Billy, are you ok?”
    “You saved me, Tara!” I exclaimed. A lady actually clapped. Tara bolted to her station and through the curtain behind it. I ran after. “I’m sorry!" A small room, no bigger than the train’s bathrooms, held a sink and drawers and some utensils. She was washing her arm. I nearly cried. “You told me it was hot, and I forgot.”

    “I’m very glad you weren’t hurt.”
    “But you were, because of me.”
    “No, Billy, I distracted you with my cleavage. I guess I did tease you, but you walked away before I could please you.” She continued to run water down her arm. “I wanted you to come back here with me, but now I’ve ruined the surprise”
    Dang, how long was she going to wash her arm? I was so worried about it, I didn’t hear myself ask, “Surprise?”
    Tara looked at me. “Oh, my- you’re so innocent and sweet. You didn’t understand my intention.” She smiled. “Don’t you dare move.” She studied her arm. “Not for another two minutes. When you get a burn, you have to run cold water over it for ten minutes to save the skin.”
    “Oh.” I waited. “You’re arm is gonna be okay?”
    “I used the sink in plenty of time.” She looked past me, at the curtain. “Could you do me a favor, and see what the customers are doing?

    I nodded enthusiastically. I owed her a lot more than that. Peeking through the curtain, I saw the lady who clapped stand up shaking her head. “Will the clerk never clean that up?” She sniffed and marched away to another car. A second customer followed her, taking his cup. I ducked back into the preparation room. “There’s only one out there, and he’s staring out the window.

    Tara turned off the tap and shook her arm and dried it. “Good. Then we won’t be disturbed.” She pulled a small sign from an upper shelf and handed it to me. “Please put this on the counter. So customers can see. The sign said, “Server is on break. Self-serve is $2.00 per cup. Put cash in the basket.”

    I took it through the curtain and walked around the counter. I placed it in clear view next to the basket. As if on cue a woman entered from the near doors, took one glance at the sign, grumbled, and returned from where she came. I walked into the preparation nook, pleased at my effort.

    Tara leaned down hugged me. “Thanks.”

    I worried about her arm. “How long are you going to be on break?”

    “However long it takes to fulfill my promise.” She grinned in that funny way which made my pee pee twitch. For all the fuss, my erection had disappeared. She eyed my crotch. Her grin thinned. “Billy, I’m sorry. I may have to tease you again before I can please you. Do you want me to please you?"

    I wasn’t sure if I could trust Tara. She had just saved me from an embarrassing accident. So I wanted to do what she wanted, but if she teased me again, and I couldn’t relieve myself, that wouldn’t please me at all. "Why do you have to tease me?" I dared to ask.

    "I’m sorry, Billy. You’ve only experienced bad teasing. That’s my fault, but done right teasing can be really fun!" Tara knelt in front of me. She looked sincere. "I love to be teased. It makes me juicy and eager for more. I couldn’t give you more, last night, and you went away, after I bared my cleavage, which you didn’t realize was an invitation because you’re so sweet. This time we’ll stay together until you get all the pleasure you want from me. Okay?"

    Her explanation made me wish I hadn’t walked away from her earlier ‘invitation’. She was very pretty. Maybe if I let her tease me, my pee would get hard, and I could make a baby in her. After yesterday’s romps, making babies had become my most favorite thing to do!

    "Okay." I whispered as if we were about to do something naughty.

    Tara hugged me. "I’ve been thinking about you all night, Billy." Letting go, she leaned back. "My pretty titties have big nipples right now. How about if I show them to you, and you can show your cock to me? That way we can tease each other before pleasing each other."

    Breasts and boobs had nipples. So I was pretty sure ‘titties’ meant the same thing. Could ‘cock’ mean my penis? I remembered how much she had stared at mine last night. I felt a little better about being teased if I could tease back. I nodded slowly while reaching for my pants zipper.

    Her eyes darted to my zipper, glistening with expectation. She took the top button on her uniform, in her fingers, and deftly unfastened it. By the time I finished unzipping, her top three buttons were free. She kept unbuttoning the three remaining. ‘’Pull your dick out, Honey. Will you for me? I need to see it."

    "Un-huh." I agreed. I reached into my pants and tugged the soft mass of my pee pee out through the gap in my boxers. Hanging it in the open felt nice.

    Tara licked her lips at the sight of my dangling peter. She peeled open her jacket and blouse. Her big breasts sprouted from her body like two softballs. My penis twitched.

    "OH! That’s hot, Billy." She looked up. ‘That’s what I like, watching a dick get hard, especially when it gets hard for me.

    "I like your, um, titties." I dared to say.

    She cooed. "I can tell you like them, because your dick is getting hard." Her eyes returned to my slowly growing erection. "I have a thing for hard cocks, especially nice ones like yours. When I see one, I get wet and hot on the inside. After you showed me how hard yours could get, I wanted to see it again. That’s why I promised to please you. So I could watch this beautiful thing get big." Her hand cupped my balls. Waiting for a cock to get ready for me, is my favorite tease."

    "That feels good, Tara." Her hand on my little sack was already pleasing me. My pee pee jumped from her touch.

    "Mmmm. I have to touch myself now." Her other hand pushed into her pants and began to wriggle behind the material. Her breasts jiggled. "Uhhn, I can’t help this about me. Lots of women like to see and touch a cock, that they agreed to see and touch, but I’m an extreme case. If I see even an okay looking guy, with a tent in his pants, I get the urge to fingerfuck myself. I always imagine it’s big and strong and wants to fuck me, but I don’t have to imagine with you, Billy." Her hand squeezed my ball sack, gently. Then it reached around my uplifting shaft. "Now I can feel you get hard- Ooooooo, I just came, after touching your dick!" Her eyes shut, and her face filled with bliss. I felt her squeeze my penis. It was almost full, and it twitched through her fingers. It was the best teasing I ever experienced.

    "Ohhhh, it’s nice and firm, but it’s going to get harder, right? I want your cock as hard as it was last night!" She started stroking me. Her other hand pulled out from behind her pants and fumbled with the clasp. "Maybe if you see my pussy, you’ll get real hard."

    "Really? I’d like to see your puss." I panted. The hand on my penis rubbed me a little, up and down. Her other hand unzipped her pants.

    "If I really wanted to tease you, I would let go of you, and strip and not let you touch me, but now that you’re getting harder, I have to keep touching you." Tara had difficulty pulling down her pants, with one hand. After exposing one of her hips, the waistband stuck at an angle for a second. I worried it was another of her teases. "Sorry." She let go of my pee pee, to use both hands. The roller coaster of my emotions plummeted, but my dick just got harder.

    She pulled her pants down to her calves. Then, wearing only her wet stained panties and open blouse, she grasp my hard peter. "Damn, it’s so hard!" They explored every inch.

    "You said you would show your puss, Tara." I grumbled.

    "I know, Billy. I will. I can’t stop myself from playing with your cock. It’s almost as hard as I remember.”

    Her teasing kindled a special kind of anger in me. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted her to fulfill her promise. Her hands felt like a new kind of tease, fondling but not pleasuring it in the way my mother taught me. I needed to do something.

    Momma wasn’t the only person who taught me about the pleasures of my peter. Jacqueline and Mrs. Guthrie let me put babies in them. If Tara would make my pee pee squirt cum with her hands, I could go back to Momma and help her, but her teasing was taking so long, Momma might be done repacking and was looking for me. I felt wound up and worried that Tara wouldn’t please me in time, I needed to make something happen.

    The small nook behind the curtain reminded me of when I was trapped with Jacqueline. She was able to let me in her girl hole, from behind. I really liked that, but when Mrs. Guthrie made way for me between her legs, I could suck on her boobies. Tara’s breasts were more pert, and their nipples were very hard. Even if she wasn’t fondling my pee pee and boy sack, seeing her boobs would have filled my peter until it was harder than last night.

    Tara cooed. She seemed so delighted with my penis, I wasn't sure she would remember her promise.

    "No more!" I hissed and pushed her hands away. "I have to make a baby in you before Momma finds me!"

    "Billy, what are you talking about?" She sounded a little stunned.

    "I tried to like your teasing, because you got hurt for me. Now you have to turn around lay your head on the counter." I pouted. There wasn’t a chair to do it the way Mrs. Guthrie taught me.

    "I’m sorry, Billy, did I get carried away?" Her voice sang with remorse, but I was too fired up to notice. I barely heard her say, "Okay, I’ll turn around. Are you going to spank me?"

    My head considered what she said, while my hands gripped her hips to help them swivel. Her panties were especially wet in back. Wait! Did she think I was going to spank her? Once more I was reminded of when Dad had spanked me for telling a bad fib. I shook her butt, from frustration!

    "Billy, what’s gotten into you?" Tara panted. "It feels like you’re taking charge. Hmmm, that’s kinda hot." She whispered between breaths and bent over until her head rested on the tiny counter.

    Instead of spanking her - I couldn’t risk the extra time it would take - I pulled her panties over her waist and bottom, until they hung between her thighs. I fit the puffed head of my full penis to the base of her behind, where I could see her secret lips pouting. I split them with an initial push of my hips.

    "Oh, Billy, y-you really mean to make a baby in me!’ Tara sounded uncertain.

    I took my hard dick in hand to slide its embedded tip along her slit, trying to find her deeper hole. The wetness oozing out of it made it so easy to slide through her lips, it was easy to miss what I hunted for blindly.

    "That feels good, a good tease I mean." She whimpered. Her words crisped, "You’re too young to cum, right Billy?"

    "Shhhh!" I needed to concentrate. Also, I worried that Momma might be calling for me.

    My prick head found Tara's inner, clenched dimple. I pressed my hard penis, but the dimple resisted.

    "Tease me some more, Billy, please? "It feels so hard! Use it to drive me up the wall!" She gasped.

    What happened next was not something I thought to do. My right hand raised and swung down, smacking where her butt and thigh met.

    "Wow!" She yelped! Her inner hole relaxed.

    My pee pee popped inside of her puss, and I drove its length through her wet lips. "Nngghh!" I grunted with accomplishment and from the sensation of sliding along hot, slick, soft skin. Tara's crotch lips wrapped around my eager prick as if it were sucking it.

    "Ohh!" Tara grunted. "I know I teased you too much, but your cock feels incredible inside of me! I swear I’ve never taken anyone as hard as you, up my cunt."

    "For a second I was glad she wasn’t mad about me spanking her, but that didn’t stop me from pulling my hips from her bottom, dredging half of my peter out of her puss, and then stabbing it back in. I took a fast pace of bucking my hard dick in and out of Tara’s slippery girl hole.

    "Oooooohhhh, you’re really good at that, Billy. It makes me think Jackie didn’t say the whole truth about you and her.

    "Don’t talk about her!" I burst. My hips thrust harder against her behind. My prick stuffed and dredged the mean woman’s - cunt, she had called it.

    "I’m sorry, Billy. Just keep fucking me with your hard cock, as if you’re teaching me a lesson. You can even spank me again, um, more. Whatever you do, please don’t stop fucking me!" Her butt started bouncing against my thrusts. "You’ve made me cum twice already!"

    Finally, my pee pee felt the relief it needed, sluicing fast through teasing Tara’s tight, slippery pussy. I groaned and humped frantically.

    "Baby, how can you be so good at this?" Tara huffed. "Mmmm, you’re driving it into me like a steam engine!"

    My hand cracked against the side of her hip. "I’m not a baby!" I blurted.

    "OH!" She yelped. "No, you aren’t. I meant- Aaaaahh, the men I’ve had, they all buckled under my teasing. I love how you’re taking what you want, instead of waiting for me. I could have teased you for a while."

    My hand swatted her flank that rocked from my urgent, pounding loins. My hand acted on its own. This troubled me. So I reached around her body, with both hands and clutched her shaking, pert breasts. I used them roughly, to pull and push her, from and to, my rutting erection.

    "Teasing can be good." Tara insisted. "If I’d just given myself to you, I swear you wouldn’t be taking me so passionately. Grab my tits! Pinch my nipples! Use me for your pleasure."

    I had no mind to think about what Tara believed. My groin was tight as a knot. Fucking her puss felt too incredible! No longer stifled, my thrusts built a different pressure behind my hard peter. I was going to cum!

    "I feel it, Billy! Your cock is twitching inside me. It so hard, my cunt can feel every tremor, despite how fast you’re pounding." She swooned. "Oooo, get yourself off in me, and you’ll make me cum again. Nnngh! I’m glad you’re so young. I would never let a man cum in me without protection."

    My boy sack heaved and let loose it’s flood. "Aaaa!" I pressed my mouth to her back, to muffle my howl! Hot cum spewed from my pistoning pee pee, splashing against the farthest wall of her puss! "Aaaaaaahhhhh," I moaned. My body jangled with joyous release!

    "BILLY!" Tara shouted! "Y-You d-didn’t! Y-You CAN’T!" Her own hand clamped across her mouth. "My stars! You’re cumming in me, Billy!" She wailed through tight fingers.

    To celebrate the sticky juice my pee pee poured into Tara’s unprotected puss, I stuffed my prick all the way up it. More cum boiled upon her deepest recess. Then I pinched her stiff nipples, like she wanted.

    "Mmgghhlllbbblll!" The snack counter lady shrieked from an intense orgasm! If her hands weren’t jammed in her mouth, the cars adjacent would have heard her.

    I continued to moan after the last pulse of my young semen drenched its soft harbor. My hands fondled her breasts absentmindedly. "I’m sorry, Tara. I couldn’t help myself. You teased me so much!"

    She couldn’t talk for a moment, stunned by the flood of cum I had deposited in her cunt. Her hands dropped. "I shouldn’t have, Billy. I-I didn’t realize you actually could make a baby in me." She returned to hushed speech.

    "I told you." I beamed proudly. More humbly, "I did like your teasing for a little bit. It made me cum real hard into you."

    Her fingers touched the gooey globs that oozed from our connected sexes. "You came so much!" Tara whispered a little afraid of it.

    Our mutual but different reasons to remain co-joined, her stunned - me expended, lasted a nearly a minute. Until my worry about Momma and Tara's professional responsibility, returned. As I shifted to pull my soft but big and happy penis out of her dripping cum hole, she said, "Jackie will be here soon, to take you back to your mother."

    A laugh came through the curtain. "I can hear you." Jacqueline’s voice tinkled like silver bells.

    We fumbled for our clothes. Tara didn’t even take time to wipe herself. She yanked up her panties, their leg bands scooping the rivulets of my cooling cum from her thighs to collect in its crotch panel. I gaped at how my baby making juice joined the wetness in her panties, until she pulled on her uniform slacks. She checked to make sure I didn’t forget to zip before pushing out through the curtain. "Hi Jackie. Um, Billy spilled his cocoa, and I offered to clean any spills on him."

    I followed out of the nook, to the side of the counter where my ex-girlfriend stood. I felt a twinge of sadness, but having made a baby in Tara went a long way towards overcoming my greed. I finally accepted that Jaqueline and I couldn’t be together after Momma and I left the train. The beautiful conductor studied me for a second.

    "It looks like he spilled more up your sleeve than he did on the floor." She threw a nod at the table where I my drink had toppled .

    Tara blushed. I didn’t think it was possible.

    "Momma’s waiting for me." The little sadness in me grew when I told Tara, "Goodbye."

    Jacqueline took my hand.

    Tara blurted, "Let me make a fresh hot chocolate and coffee, for you and your mom. Please?" She sounded as discontent as I felt.

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    Poor Momma! She hadn't wanted me to help her pack our traveling things. Was she unhappy about how I had touched her in my sleep? Fresh worry pulled me from the glow of orgasm, down into regret. At least I could bring her some coffee. "Yes, thank you Tara. Momma likes it with cream and sugar."

    A smile returned to her face. "That's because your mother loves you, sweetie." She winked. Jacqueline sniggered.

    While we waited, she used her walkie-talkie to settle a matter regarding a 'wonky ther-mo-stad', whatever that was. When both cups had been filled and covered with spill proof lids, I ran around the counter and gave Tara a hug.

    "Good-bye." I showed her my sadness.

    "I'm glad we met. You made this trip very special. Take care, and may you and your mother make a wonderful life, in the city."

    Jacqueline, holstered her radio and grasp my hand again. Witholding a grin, she mentioned, "Whose to say he hasn't already, made one, on this train." She took the coffee. I carried my chocolate. It was once again too hot to drink. As we exited the car, I looked back at Tara and gave her a smile that felt a little false.

    "How lovely!" Momma told us went Jaqueline and I reached our seats. She accepted the coffee. "Thank you for all the time you've spent with Billy."

    "Thank you, for not suing Amtrak!" Jacquline quipped.

    Mom sipped her coffee with a slight smile. "I'll settle for these drinks."

    "I'm needed as we pull into the station." Jacqueline leaned down and kissed my cheek. "Make your mother proud, Billy. You overcame a few obstacles these last couple days. However much you enjoyed the rewards, it's how you earned them, the choices you made and actions you took, that will turn you into the man you will become."

    Jacquline left us, to do her job. The train was slowing.

    "It was a pleasure to meet you and your boy, Faun." Mrs. Guthrie smiled from her seat. She had packed her things.

    Mother offered, "I hope your son becomes a great obstetrician, Ellen."

    "May yours excel at supporting his business." Her finger tapped her tummy, once, absentmindedly. She pulled it away. "I meant, whatever business Billy chooses." She pointed at Mr. Colkick's watch.

    "I'm not so sure, Ellen. I think of Billy as more of a free spirit." Momma's reply nearly made me spew hot chocolate!

    The train ended its journey, and Momma and I began a new one. Our drinks drunk, and with luggage rolling at the ends of our arms, we threaded our way through the throng at the station. I held tight to her hand.

    "I wish we could afford a taxi. Your father is already at work and can't pick us up. We'll have to take the municipal bus."

    The bus was crowded worse than the station. We had to stand, facing each other, our luggage stacked on both sides of us. More people from the station pressed in. Mother hugged me to her. "Sorry, Billy, we arrived during rush hour, and it's a long ride to our new neighborhood. I hope you can be patient." My cheek brushed her jacket against the side of her breasts. We stepped between each other's legs, causing her thigh to contact my soft groin, and my hip contacted hers.

    I tried not to think about how warm Momma felt against me. I still regretted touching her in my sleep. I looked around. There was only two other children on the bus. One was a boy, younger than me, sitting on his father's lap at the back of the bus. The other was a teen aged girl, standing a few people away, tapping on a phone.

    The boy glanced at me, then at my mom. Without saying it, his mouth went, "Wow." I wondered where his mom was. His daddy held the boy as warmly as Momma held me. A stray thought came to me. Could a daddy teach his child the way Momma had taught me about relieving a hard penis?

    It was then I realized, the thought wasn't at all stray. My pee pee had begun to grow against Momma's thigh.

    The doors closed, and the bus roared into traffic, jostling and rocking our bodies together.


    I hoped Momma hadn't noticed. I wasn't very hard yet, but I worried that if she did notice, she might get upset. She hadn't liked me touching her boob in my sleep. However her hug had caused my face to press against a breast, and she didn't seem to mind. It was best to play it safe.

    Sometime after I began to get erections, I discovered I could forestall them, by thinking about something else.

    "Momma, what will our new house be like?" I asked and tried to turn my body to separate my groin from her thigh. I wasn't strong enough against the other people piled into the bus. I did ease some of the pressure on my pee pee.

    "Houses in the city are too expensive, even to rent, Billy. Your father found a two room apartment in a poor part of the city." When mother said, "poor", I could tell she wasn't happy about that, although she was trying to sound upbeat. "Actually, the new place is only a little smaller than our house, and we got rid of several things before moving. It should feel just as cozy."

    The bus jolted to a stop, causing me to bump into Momma. I immediately asked, "Are we poor?"

    "Poorer than some - richer than others, Billy. Actually, we could afford a little more, but your Father and I want to build our savings, in case our family grows. So we're cutting out all unnecessary expenses. I will be looking for work that I can do at home."

    "I don't want you to work." I pouted. The bus started moving again, separating us briefly. My penis remained semi-soft.

    "Hah!" Mother chuckled. "As if cleaning up after you and your father isn't work."

    "I'll clean more, Momma. What if I found work, instead of you?"

    "What do you imagine doing? The city isn't like our old neighborhood. There aren't lawns to mow or paper routes. Even washing cars is out of the question without outdoor faucets and hoses."

    "I'll sell lemonade." I tried. The bus lurched, tipping everyone forward and backward. My pee pee bumped Momma's thigh again and got a little harder.

    "Five small lemons probably cost a dollar or more. That's how much you'll pay to make one glass of lemonade. How much would you charge a customer for it?"

    "Ten dollars!" I burst.

    "Would you pay that much for a glass of lemonade? Our neighbors won't have that kind of money."

    My enthusiasm plummeted. Mother only made lemonade when we had guests and not even then sometimes.

    She hugged me closer. "It'll be okay." She kissed the top of my head. "I would never accept work that might take me away from you."

    The last thing I needed, in that hot bus, was a kiss from Momma. My penis grew almost hard. The bus halted. My pee pee banged into her thigh. Some passengers exited. Some boarded. The brief reduction, let me turn my groin away. She couldn't feel it anymore. However, as new people forced their way on board, they caused my hip to push into the crotch of mother's dress. We lurched forward, and my hip banged her there.

    "Nngh." Mother masked her sound as a polite cough. "I'm sorry, Billy. I never imagined a bus could get this crowded. Are you okay?" She reached down and patted my hip, to check. "I'll understand, if you're feeling any, um, discomfort. It's my fault, if so."

    Had she noticed my nearly erect state?


    Gosh, if she had, I hoped she thought it was a lollipop or a roll of Necco wafers. I should have felt more relaxed, now that my erection wasn't touching her, but my worries multiplied, as I reflected on where we were about to live.

    "Momma, are poor people dangerous?" I looked up at her. "In the movies, they are sad or robbing people."

    Mother squirmed before answering, as if she wanted to disengage her groin from my hip. I didn't understand, because she didn't have to worry about getting a big hard on. "N-no, Honey, that's not true. Those are just stories. You don't believe in fairies, do you, but you like fairy tales?"

    "I like the heroes more than the fairies." I grumbled, not convinced. The bus rolled over a bump or a pothole. We were nearly thrown off our feet. Mother's crotch fell squarely on my hip, and she cried out through clenched teeth.

    "Mommy?" My other worries fled. "Did I hurt you?"

    She winced, then replied. "It's my fault, Billy. You're perfect. I just need a little room to shift into a more comfortable position." She struggled against the mob of passengers but barely budged.

    That's when I knew I had hurt her. I shouldn't have turned my hard penis away from her thigh! I began to cry. To mask the real reason, I blurted. "I don't want to live with poor people."

    "Billy, it'll be fine. The truth is, poor people have more reason to be nice to each other, to help one another. They are reliably more generous and supportive to people even poorer than them."

    The bus turned a sharp corner. Instead of bumping her groin, my hip ground into it. Mother closed her eyes and repressed a groan of discomfort."

    I confessed through my tears, "I'm sorry, Momma, I don't want to hurt you."

    "But you're not-" Mother started. The bus halted at its next stop, hurling us together. She grunted, unhappily.

    This time, I anticipated the brief freedom of movement as passengers exited and entered.

    It was a little frightening to turn away from Mother, but the only way to be sure of not hurting her was to give her my back. I managed to spin around before new passengers pressed my bum against her thighs.

    The crazy thing is, Momma had the same idea. She turned her back to me during the moment of wiggle room. This left me feeling isolated in a crush of strangers. My head was filled with fears about where Mommy and Daddy and I were going to live and the people who lived there. I didn't dare make eye contact. The bus lurched forward, jostling me against the person before me. I couldn't help but look. It was the teenage girl!

    As passengers had left and entered, she had been shoved closer. Her hair was half blue, half orange. She wore granny glasses, a nose stud, earrings that looked like eyeballs, a ragged denim jacket, a pink t-shirt with the words, "Not a lesbo. Just hates men.", a puffy skirt of alternating black and white, ruffled layers, and leggings with pictures of Catwoman.

    After bumping into her, she looked down at me and sneered. "Watch where you're poking that shit log in your pants, Brat."

    My heart nearly stopped! Yet, for some reason, the surge of fear didn't soften my erection. Worse, there was no room to move it away from her!

    Words caught in my throat as I struggled to apologize. "S-soorryy!! I-I-I-I-I didn't mean-" I couldn't face her anymore. I looked to my shoes, but all I saw was my pelvis crushed into her layered skirt.

    "Aw, you gonna cry, now?" She taunted. "Little perverts grow up to become big perverts. So you better take care of that stupid thing before I call the cops."

    My head nearly exploded from shame. I looked at her, terrified. "P-p-please-" My words continued to fumble. "I-I-I can't d-do that here!"

    Her face wrinkled with disgust. "Fuck, you think I want you to jerk off? What kind of sicko are you?"

    The bus was noisy enough. I begged the universe that Momma couldn't hear us. I did cry, closing my eyes. The bus rattled and rocked. My hard pee pee kept poking this teenaged super-villain.

    "Billy? Is something the matter?" Momma called back, above the din.

    The wicked girl's mouth opened. Was she going to answer for me? I blurted, "IT'S MY FEET, MOMMA!"

    The girl's lips returned to sneering.

    "What's wrong with them, Honey?"

    "How long do we have to stand? They're sore."

    "We could get off the bus. So you could rest, at the next stop. Maybe the next bus won't be as crowded."

    That would be great, except where would it be? I now imagined the whole city was poor and dangerous if this horrible girl roamed it freely. I could have kicked myself for not thinking before speaking.

    "At least you're not a snitch, Pervert." The girl's venom eased. This confused me. Did she think she might get in trouble if I told Momma the real situation?

    "Yes please, Momma, but only if it's safe to leave the bus!" I almost wailed. I decided nowhere could be as troublesome as having my hard wiener bumping into this horrible girl. If only my pee pee would relax, I wouldn't have had to put Momma in danger.

    "Of course it's safe, Billy." Mother sounded a little weary too. She pushed the stop button and told the people ahead of her that we needed to exit the bus.

    "Someday, you won't have your 'momma' to protect you, Brat." The awful girl lowered her voice as the bus slowed. "You better learn to stand up for yourself, or someone like me will eat you alive."

    We halted with a final lurch. The teenager suddenly grinned, thrusting herself against my sore boner before looking away.

    She never looked back. Momma and I squeezed past other passengers, to disembark with our luggage. The stop was a bare bench, but behind it was an open area of grass. A few trees dotted the small park.

    The bus groaned as it lugged itself away.

    "Well," Mother's voice lightened. "If we had to get off somewhere, I can't imagine anywhere nicer."

    "I'm sorry we have to pay for another bus." I apologized. The park did look like the perfect place to rest.

    "Actually, we won't, Billy. Our transfer tickets are good for another two hours. Let's find a place to rest." Mother led me away, along a narrow, paved path. We found a bench next to a public restroom. It was just a single room, sporting symbols for boys and girls. We parked our luggage next to the bench and flopped down on it. "Your feet aren't the only ones sore." She bent down past my lap.

    "Oh my, Billy. Was your penis erect the whole time on that bus? I thought I had felt it earlier. You should have told me. I would have made a space more comfortable for you." She sounded sad for me, as she slipped off her shoes and rubbed her feet.

    I had hoped my pee pee would soften, once we found a place to sit and relax. I blushed at Momma's earnest concern for my erection. I then worried it never would soften. Hearing her concern somehow made it harder. I covered my lap with my hands.

    "Would you like to use the bathroom, there?" Mother asked gently. "There's some cold cream in my smaller case."

    Cold cream? I shivered. That sounded - cold!

    When I didn't respond immediately, a kind smile lit her face. Momma turned to her smaller suitcase and opened it.

    I only hesitated because I didn't know what cold cream was. I would never forget how Mom taught me to masturbate with shortening, but I only used shortening that one time. Afterwards, She gave me a jar of coconut oil, which she had to replenish every couple months. I was pretty sure that cold cream was to help me jerk off, though sometimes I would do it dry when I didn't want to get my pee pee greasy. (I used a dirty sock to catch my cum.)

    The problem was, my erection had lasted so long, and under a range of emotions, I wondered if Momma thought I was sick. It was a little sore, having rubbed a lot in my pants. Was cold cream a kind of medicine? Why would she carry it in a suitcase, when all the other food we brought had been in a grocery bag? We ate all of that food on the train. None of the sandwiches had cold cream in them, as far as I knew.

    Regardless of my worries, I could always rely on Momma. If she thought I needed cold cream, then I trusted her. The last time I had a bad cold, Momma had rubbed a goo on my chest. It had had smelled funny but helped me breath better and, though initially cold, it warmed my chest. She had known what to do then.

    These thoughts weren't helping my pee pee to soften. I had to more than trust Momma, I had to prompt her. The only thing I feared was sounding dumb. I didn't dare ask outright, what cold cream was, and I didn't want to misuse this medicine, not on my most favorite body part!

    Mother plucked a small jar from her valise and offered it to me. "Here you go, Sweetheart."

    I bit my lip. "Okay, Momma, but you have to help put it on."

    Her kind smile thinned. She blinked. "I do?"

    "Yes, Momma. I don't want to use it wrong." I settled the matter by standing and taking her hand. Then I headed towards the bathroom.

    Before following me, she said. "When you're like this, Billy, I can't refuse." She dragged the rolling cases with us.

    The latrine was a small space but twice as big as the train's. After hauling our luggage inside, I locked the door. A frosted, plastic window in the ceiling allowed just enough light. The walls were bare concrete blocks. It had a small sink and a toilet with a lid and was unadorned except for stains and words scrawled randomly. It had been recently cleaned, I think. The public toilets back home were painted, but I remembered most of them smelling worse. A roll of toilet paper straddled a sturdy bar. The mirror was equally simple, just a square of polished metal above the sink.

    I sat on the toilet lid and unfastened my pants. I was only a little shy, presenting my pee pee. It had been seen by a lot women in the last two days, and it felt extra eager to stand out for Momma. It twitched and bobbed excitedly.

    "Goodness, Billy, I didn't realize." Momma breathed heavily. She knelt on her small suitcase, before me, and opened the jar of cold cream. She had last seen my penis when she taught me how to make it go down. What she didn't realize, she never said. She looked up from my pee pee, with a serious expression. "Please don't tell anyone, about this, Billy. Some people would get the wrong idea."

    What could be wrong about a mother helping her son to take care of his erection? I felt a little concern, but to make her feel better, I smiled and nodded. "I won't, Momma."

    Her smile returned but looked a little off. She dipped three fingers in the pearlescent cream and reached out to me. "Are you sure you want this?" She may have meant wanting her to do it, but I was certain about that. I assumed she meant the cold cream.

    "Is it going to hurt?" Sometimes medicine stung.

    "No, Baby." Her smile turned amused. Carefully, she applied the cold cream to my wobbling shaft. To steady it, her other hand caught and held the tip, while the first smoothed cream up, down, all around. It was cold.

    I shivered but more because mother's hand felt terrific against my hard penis!

    "Uuuhhh." I sighed.

    She released me, after fully coating it. "Okay, Billy, I put it on like you told me." She asked with halting words. "Do you need... Mommy, to do - anything else?"

    "Thank you, Momma." I should have felt proud of a mother who applied medicine to her son's penis, but her hand had stimulated me so much, I wanted her to do more. Should I ask her to? Were mommies able to do what other ladies did to little boys? What did she want?

    I remembered she said, "When you're like this, I can't refuse." She must think I'm extra cute when I ask her about sex stuff. Then I realized, I hadn't asked her. I had wanted her to take charge of applying the medicine, but I'd said she had to put it on. I had made the decision, and she had followed. What was cute about that? I felt a little guilty.

    I decided I should risk sounding dumb. "Do you need to make sure it's on right? I don't want to use medicine the wrong way. You told me that some medicines taste good, but I should never eat those, unless you decide I need to."

    Mother cocked her head. Her smile grew. "My, my. I didn't realize, Billy. I'm sorry. Cold cream isn't a medicine. It's for cleaning off makeup. I don't use much makeup or very often, but I keep this small jar for when I do."

    "Oh." I did feel dumb, but Momma didn't blame me. She had explained with kindness, like she always did. She even noticed my glum reaction.

    "Here, Billy," She put a hand around my white coated, hard pee pee. "I don't want you to ever feel guilty about expressing your desires." She began to rub me, and wonderful sensations flowed from her hand. I later learned that cold cream was to promote smooth skin. Her skin was smoother than any woman I'd touched. Now she was touching my most sensitive place, and the cold cream made her hand feel even better!

    "To be clear, Billy, it's always good to express your desires, but how you express them will determine the kind of man you will become. I'm rubbing your hard penis because I want to express my love for you. I prefer to express it in other ways, hugs, making meals for you and your father, and helping you clean your room. This time is special. I decided to do this."

    When I thought of the hugs she gave, and the comforting food she made, and doing my chores alongside her, a powerful feeling grew in my loins as she stroked my pee pee. I wanted that feeling to last forever, but I knew better. Soon my penis would shoot out hot juice that made babies. Only this time it wouldn't make any. That was okay, because Momma had taught me to masturbate, and while the first time didn't make babies, she had put it to use, in a pie. Did cum have other uses?

    Cold cream wasn't for pies. It was for when Momma cleaned makeup off of her face. Was semen good for that? I should let her decide.

    "Mmmmm." I couldn't not moan when her hand rubbed more quickly. She seemed focused on doing a good job of jerking me. It felt incredible! "Momma, I don't want to waste my cum. Can it go in the jar?" I pointed at the open vessel resting on the stained concrete floor.

    "Huh?" Her head twitched. "Um, I use that on my face, Billy. Is that what you want your seed to be used for?"

    "Is that okay?"

    Her hand gripped me a little tighter and rubbed a little faster, as if the idea had prompted her. "I won't stop you from doing that. Do you want it to be okay? To have Momma use your cum on her face?"

    "I do, Momma. I want it to be okay, to spurt my cum in your cold cream jar." I was totally confident.

    She smiled, but it harbored a shadow of concern. "When you're like that, I can't refuse you." She picked up the jar and held it at an angle in front of my erection which teetered from her steady ministrations.

    I'm surprised I didn't cum instantly when she complied. My cock pulsed out a spike of pleasure. "Oooohhhh, Momma!" I groaned. "Masturbating feels so much better when you do it!"

    "I'm glad I'm making you feel better. It was wrong of me to stuff you in a crowded bus, where your penis got hard and sore. I want to make up for that, to show my love, Billy." Her hand swept devotedly up and down my cream slick shaft. It sang electric delights! "Take all the time you need to ejaculate. I'll never tire of doing this." Her smile brightened.

    "Yes, Momma, but it won't be long. It's never felt this good!"

    "Just remember, if this happens again, it won't be my choice. There many other ways I want to love you."

    I was pretty sure she meant, ways to show her love for me, like reading stories to me, but I didn't have time to ponder it. My groin lurched and bucked. My pee pee shoved into Momma's slick grip as far as it could, and my inner muscles rumbled, launching hot spurts of fresh seed through my prick's sensitive shaft. The first glob burst out and hit the jar's center. More followed, a lot more! My orgasm shot me into orbit, a roar of ecstasy blasting me off, as bolt after bolt of cum flew into Mother's jar. I could hardly see. Stars filled my vision.

    Mother caught every spurt with the little jar of cold cream. Only the last cum, that dribble out of the tip of my pee pee, escaped it. That final, hot cream, ran down my shaft and coated Momma's hand.

    "Thank you, Momma!" I cried. "I love you too!". My eyes gave tears for her.

    Her smile glowed with warmth, for me. "Now, let's clean up, Billy." She freed my perfectly relieved penis. Her other hand set down the refilled jar and unwrapped toilet paper from the metal bar.

    Waves of pleasure continued to ripple from my sperm and cold cream coated erection while it softened. Bending, I picked up the jar of mixed cream and used it to scrape the same mix off of me. For some reason I stared at my mother's, similarly coated hand, as she moved to wipe it clean.

    When Momma noticed me carefully saving every drop of my cum. She lifted her gooey hand in front of her. "I did put on a little make up before we left, yesterday. I haven't had time to clean it. She stood. Looking into the crude, metal mirror, she began rubbing cum and cold cream over her face. "This is working really well, Billy. Thank you."

    After rinsing and wiping, and making sure I did the same, Mother led me back to the bus stop by the little park that I would never forget.

    A large, black man was waiting there. He was a lot taller than Daddy and bigger in every way, except Daddy had a bigger tummy. He wore a brown suit and tie. His hat tilted jauntily on his head, and his brown shoes shined like new cars. "Good morning, Miss." He greeted Mom with a broad smile. I'd never seen teeth so white!

    Noticing me, he amended his greeting. "I mean, Ma-am." He chuckled.

    "Good morning to you." Mother replied pleasantly. "Do you know when the next bus arrives?"

    "My phone said eight minutes about seven minutes ago."

    I looked at my watch. I wondered if it could tell bus times.

    The man didn't say anything else, but he would occasionally look at Mom from head to slippers. Each time, his head shook a little, and he gave the barest grunt.

    Momma looked only for the bus, but for some reason I worried about the man. I moved between them and hugged Momma. She patted my head.

    I heard the man laugh, when the bus appeared. Mother let him board first. "May I help with your luggage?" He reached for the largest case but waited for her to answer.

    "That's very kind, but my son is more than capable."

    "I'm sure, Ma-am. He has a strong spirit about him." He tipped his hat and boarded.

    I did have some trouble with the large case, but mother hoisted the smaller ones. She showed our transfers to the driver.

    Every seat had been taken. A few people stood in the aisle, but there was plenty of room for Momma and I and our luggage.

    The well dressed man didn't have to reach far to hold the top bar. Mother grabbed a dangling loop, and I latched onto a vertical bar. I wished I was standing between them again, but the cases were piled between us. The bus roared to life and merged into traffic. This one didn't sway as much. I didn't know that was because there were fewer passengers.

    Mother looked at me or out the windows. I continued to worry about the man, because he continued to take glances at her.

    The bus stopped a few times, to let people off, but it passed a couple stops. It was making much better time than the last bus.

    About a mile or two after we had boarded, the black man cleared his throat. "Excuse me, Ma-am. I'll be leaving at the next stop, but I would kick myself if I didn't say something."

    Mother tilted her head and looked at him. "Yes?"

    "You, Ma-am, have the most beautiful skin I've ever seen. Your face looks like it smiled in a rainstorm. What's your secret?"

    "Do you have children, Sir?" Mother asked instead.

    "I don't. My wife and I are trying." He grinned a little.

    Mother winked back, without blushing. "The love for a child goes a long way, when it's used with a little cold cream."

    He laughed. "I'll be sure to tell Mavis." Then he looked steady into Momma's eyes. "She wouldn't mind if I practiced a little on the side, to help me do her right. I have a lot to give a helpful woman."

    "I'll take your implication as a compliment." Mother bowed her head slightly. "May you have a healthy daughter someday. Then you too will have more than enough love."

    The man balked. I didn't know what Momma was talking about. He looked like he understood her, though. Whatever it was rattled him.

    Before speaking, his free hand held a card out to mother, like the one Mr. Colkick had given to me. "If you should change your mind, I would be honored to reflect your beauty in the pleasure I can offer."

    Mother sported a tiny smirk when she looked back at me. "It seems, he and his wife could use some help. What do you think?"

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