Adolescence - The Highs and Lows

The next morning, as soon as Dad went to work I ran into the couple's room where Mother was already expecting me smiling; but when I mentioned lying down beside her she pointed and said softly: "This time before you lie here take off your pajamas!"
"Oh, my cute little boobie!" she whispered amidst some moans I'd heard for the first time showing that she liked what I was doing.
Mother began to masturbate me very pleasantly; I loved the warm, soft touch of her hand punching me in an affectionate way; we were like that: I sucking and nibbling on her breasts while she was masturbating ... , felt the first shivers and a muscular twitch, clear announcements that I was about to ejaculate; I warned Mom and she smiled, taking out a cotton cloth from underneath my pillow and wrapping it around the glans with it; released a muffled scream when i ejaculated, feeling my body vibrate and my penis pulse.
Mommy stared at my face, smiled and then kissed me on the lips affectionately. "My beautiful little man! While we can let's enjoy what we have, okay?" she whispered in my ear. I laughed and said yes. We dozed off for a bit and then got up. We took baths with her washing my member and balls with immense dedication; and it was such devotion that he did not take long to get hard again. Mama smiled back and started masturbating me again. And when pleasure came she squeezed me against his body letting my milk lick his body.
As the days went by, I became obsessed with masturbating; whenever possible I would punch a fist. Whether it was right after coming home from school, hiding in the back bathroom, or with Tanya's help when we met each other in the afternoon. Unfortunately at that time everything got a little hazy at home: my father started drinking and making trouble, threatening to beat up my mother who confronted him risking injury.
Sometimes I would intervene, but with little success since my father was a tall and somewhat muscular man; it was also around this time that my maternal grandmother and her companion came to live with us. To spare you from an unnecessary story by making only one brief summary: because of the constant quarrels, my mother decided to leave home and move in with an aunt; she started working as a door-to-door saleswoman, leaving me under the care of my very affectionate and caring Grandma; whenever Mom could visit me at hiding places and bring me gifts too.
I noticed that she became more independent and also prettier and charming, taking care of her appearance and dressing with greater care; my father lived in the gutter drunken and dirty but still he was my father. A little over a year after these events, my mother returned home and my father cured himself from his addiction thanks to the help of my grandmother who had great regard for him. However, the marriage was never the same and my dad became my mom's employee.
On the other hand, all these misadventures had a good side: Mother came back and our morning meetings also returned; as I was visibly grown up, it wasn't my mother who hugged me anymore but myself that embraced her always sucking on her breasts and letting her masturbate. At this time she hired a maid to take care of the house leaving my grandmother only in charge of preparing meals. The servant, a black woman named Ivete, was not an attractive woman but there were physical attributes which made her desirable.
One winter morning I got up from my mother's bed while she was still asleep and went out into the yard to play with our pet dog, a canine; whilst enjoying myself in his company I heard moaning sounds coming from the small pocket that had been built for her room.
Ivete, the maid, was lying naked in her bed caressing her vagina; and she seemed to be getting pleasure from it (soon afterwards I would find out that she was masturbating!); I got glazed looking at the scene of the nude black woman bouncing herself off me, and when I tried to move away, I realized I had been discovered. "Don't stand there spying on me, boy! Get in here right now!"
"Do you like to spy on naked black women?" she asked ironically, and I nodded.
"Look how wet my bucket is!" she said, looking at me with an air of naiveté.
-Come here, you little punk..., let me be that banger of yours! <unk> she said emphatically <unk> Show the nigga your dick!
For a moment I hesitated for fear that she would discover me and be angry with me, but the hard-on spoke louder and I did what Yvette asked; I approached the bed and lowered my trousers displaying my already stiff dick; Yvette looked at him and gave a very cheeky little smile; she held it with one of her hands and after punching a bit pulled me until my stick was within reach of his mouth ..., this frightened me somewhat, but when she put it in her mouth sucking as if it were a popsicle, I discovered a new form of pleasure!
I felt my body shake and a chill creep through the skin at the same time as my dick pulsated inside her hot, wet mouth of ice cream that kept sucking and licking my cock with an expression like she was loving it so much; in doing this she also continued to boil herself and that sight was something delicious! Ice cream went on with my stick in its mouth again and again squeezing the balls; the moment I heard my stick throbbing with my muscles contracting, I tried to take the stick out of her mouth but ice cream held me tightly within it speeding up yet still sucks ... until I enjoyed myself!
Ivete held my stick in her mouth receiving my load without spilling a drop; when she was finished, let the stick slide out, opened her mouth showing my gum inside it and after a smile, swallowed everything! It amazed me to see her do that even though he found it exciting. <unk>Pay attention, moleque, when the woman has the stick in his mouth ready for milk, don't ever turn back! Do you understand? <unk> , asserted in her harsh tone. As soon as I nodded with my head, she sent me away from the edema.
In the afternoon, I told Tanya about my experience with Yvette. At first she thought it was disgusting but then said that she would like to know what flavor I had; I offered to help her out on this, but she laughed and said we should leave it for later; we continued having fun and parted shortly before dinner time; it was the first time Tania kissed me goodbye and ran away in shame.
During dinner I remained silent, always staring at Iveta's watchful gaze as if it were a threat; soon afterwards while she was washing the dishes I proposed to help her, which was readily accepted. "Be smart kid! You are not going to stick your tongue out and tell everyone what happened this morning, do you understand?"
The next morning, I ran into Mom's room and snuggled in her arms; my motherly instinct was quick to denounce my state of anxiety. "What is it, darling? What do you have?" she asked affectionately. At first I did not dare speak but with all the love and reassurance that she gave me, I ended up telling what had happened on Yvette's urethra the day before.
-What, huh? My little boy is turning into the terror of women! <unk> she commented in a playful tone, breaking the silence <unk> And tell me something ..., did you like it? Would you want your mommy to do this on you?
Immediately I nodded my head with a stubborn smile; Mother hugged me tightly against her chest as she kissed my forehead. "Let's make an arrangement then... this morning, Mommy will go to your room"... She whispered in my ear and suggested: "Stay very quiet so that I can give you a present". Without hesitation I walked out of the house, after which she also kissed me on the lips. And there we stood like usual, her breasts in my mouth and my stick in her hands.
During the afternoon I noticed that Tania was strange, seemed upset about something and tried to insist on knowing what she had been thinking. "It's all your fault! You told me what Ivanka did with you and left me wanting..., wanted to be the first one doing it with you!" she let loose after much urging from my part. I took off my shorts and, holding the stick in her hand, went up to her; she gave me an anxious look and began licking at the head of my penis. What started timidly soon became very crazy! Tania licked and sucked on my dick so warmly and affectionately that I was blown away! I confess I ended up addicted to this hot velvety angel's mouthpiece!
We all had dinner together: me, Mommy, my grandmother, her companion whom I called the godfather and Dad; it was a rather lively supper and I felt that my parents' marriage was falling apart even if only in appearance (appearances are always more important than essence). Then we sat in the living room watching television but Father soon recovered himself because of all of us he woke up earlier. It was after ten o'clock when my grandmother and her companion retired as well; Ivete who had eaten dinner earlier also went out to his room, since my mother gave him a used television so that she could watch whatever she wanted.
It was just me and Mommy, and I had such an anxious expectation of what would happen at dawn that I felt impelled to anticipate things; I ran up on the couch where she sat and lay down in her lap. Twice I tried to boil her nipples but both times she rejected me with a somewhat stern rebuke: "Calm down there little man!
With this company in my room, I thought that the story of Mother's nocturnal visit would be doomed to failure ..., but it was not quite what happened! It must have been a little after five o'clock in the morning when I noticed an old man sneaking through the shadows; the window of the bedroom was made of wood and let out light coming from lamps and street lights, allowing a zone of penumbra to form which denounced the silent presence of my mother.
She approached my bed and I could see her face with a finger between the lips indicating that we should be silent; she unbuttoned her cotton sweater and pulled out her breasts, offered them to me which I delighted in sucking and licking; after some time she climbed into bed and placed herself between my legs, loosening the lace of my pajama until it put my stick out.
The first contact of her mouth with my member caused me such an intense shiver that I had to sigh; again she looked at me and signaled for silence. Mom's mouth sometimes licking, now sucking, then kissing my cock aroused a sensation of pleasure so marked that my whole body corresponded; no matter how much I tried to compare the breastfeeding of Yvette, Tanya and hers, I could not choose one of them; but the truth is that Mother did all this in me with immense love and affection which overflowed from her towards her son, his little man.
We went to the end, and when my body signaled that it was almost over, I stroked her hair and let my muscles take control of my sensations; stretched myself all out in spasm as my dick seemed to swell up then pulsate violently, expelling a load of hot gum into my mother's mouth which she made sure to gulp down every last drop.
"Good night, little man!" she whispered in my ear before getting out of bed. "I hope you liked it because I loved it! While Mommy withdrew from the room very carefully I remained motionless on the bed just savoring that unforgettable moment of my life...the first of many even more delightful ones".