A Mothers Needs Chapter 2
Posted: Fri Jan 12, 2007 9:58 pm
ok.. here is the second chapter.. still yet to full incorporate the diapers but.. believe me they are coming.. Just setting up a believable story line, infatc some parts of this I have actually experienced.. others are just artistic license .. hehehe
Again i hope you enjoy and please feel free to offer up constructive criticism.. i havent written too many stories before and any help is appreciated. Oh and let me know if you spot any spelling errors.. i wrote this with out really getting back and re-reading it....
Lots of love baby Glen xxx
I awoke the next morning to find John asleep in my arms. He was curled up in a ball with his hand resting against his mouth. It almost looked as if he was sucking on his thumb. For some reason the thought of that sent shivers down my spine. His face looked so sweet and innocent while asleep, that I couldn’t help myself; I reached out and stroked a piece of hair out of his eyes. Once I had started I couldn’t stop, I found myself stroking his hair like he was my baby. Again the thought sent a shiver down my spine. While staring down at his face I began to realise what my life had been missing. Something that hadn’t bothered me much before but in recent months had begun to make me feel a need and desire so strong. I was missing a baby in my life. A few years ago I had found out that I was barren. I was unable to have children. At the time it didn’t mean much to me because I didn’t think I ever wanted to have children. The funny thing is, that I guess what they say about the female biological clock is true. I turned 30 and suddenly there was that hole in my life. Looking down at John’s peaceful face made me feel like I had found that missing piece.
I realised that John was beginning to stir. As he eyes opened and he remembered where his was and why he was there, a smile formed on his face. It lit it up beautifully, as he gazed up into my eyes. He let out a half groan, half sigh… and mumbled about having an amazing hangover. I couldn’t help but smile. It sounded very much like an infant mewling when it first awakes. I leant down and kiss John on the forehead and hugged him to my chest. He instantly melded with my shape and held onto me in a gentle yet strong embrace.
Tentatively he began to speak, “Aaahh… um… last night was amazing. I don’t think any one has ever made me feel like that. It was magical.”
I couldn’t help but agree and hold him that much closer. Eventually he began to squirm and say that he had to go pee pee. His phrasing made me giggle. They were so sweet, yet so innocent. So I reluctantly let him go. He got up and out of bed and stretched standing in all his glory before me. I swear if I had a pencil and paper I would have began to sketch him right there and then. His muscles rippled on his slim frame and the way the light that was shinning in the window created shadows, he looked more like the boyish figure of Michelangelo’s David.
Enrapt as I was, I followed him to the toilet, dressed in nothing but the skin I was born in.
He made no move to prevent me from following him into the bathroom. I curiously noted that he sat down on the toilet looking aver so sleepy yet his gaze was fixed upon me as if he was memorising every curve and crease of my body. And then he began to pee. I have never been into watersport, don’t get me wrong I have experimented and found it ok, but it wasn’t really my thing. But having him watch me with such a lustful half awake look, nearly a leer one could say, and hear the cascade of his urine falling into the toilet was definitely making me aroused. It was also making me need to pee rather badly myself. Slowly the tinkling sound began to fade and he went to move to shake the final drops away. It was at that moment I stopped him from doing so and reached out and gave the final couple of shakes for him. I nearly broke out laughing for as I did so his penis twitched within my hand and began to grow firm.
Eventually I could hold off no longer, and took his hand and lifted him from the toilet. I then sat in his place and relaxed my muscles and a hissing sound soon followed. John stood there transfixed, his penis raising and twitching in front of me. He then began to kneel and slowly reached out his hand and placed it between my legs under my pussy cupping it with the heel of his palm. This took my breath away. I never expected him to do so but the way he did it, felt so natural and right. The effect it had on my pussy was instantaneous. A warm spread throughout my body and I felt my neck and upper chest begin to have the tell tale flush creep across it. I felt like my bladder would continue for eternity and the feel of the palm of his hand massaging my clit while I released the torrent was definitely having a mighty effect on me. But alas the torrent faded to a slow drip and then stopped all together. John the reached for a piece of toilet paper with his other hand and began to softly dab at my pussy with it. It was so cute. I could tell he had never done it before. It was as if he wasn’t sure how to go about it and was so tenderly making sure I was looked after. I also took some toilet paper and grabbed his other hand and began to dry it. All the time we said nothing but stared into each others eyes. The air felt as if it was charged with electric between us; maybe we had absorbed some of the energy from the previous night’s thunderstorm! From the corner of my vision I could see the head of John’s penis glistening and bobbing around as if dancing to the same beat as the frantic rhythm of my heart.
Once done, I stood up and took John’s hand and pulled him back towards the bedroom. I was consumed by lust. Once there he wasted no time and took me in a doggy style position. One hand roamed my back caressing and every so often reaching under to tweak my nipples, the other he either used to guide my hips or tickle my clit. His thrusting was fast and furious. I could tell that he too was consumed by the lust that had taken me over. Suddenly I tensed for he did something unexpected; he placed his thumb from the roaming hand at the entrance to my anus and began to tap a rhythm upon it. It was strangely exciting. He wasn’t entering it, but the steady, firm tapping nearly made me wish he was. It was driving me crazy!
All too soon I could feel him starting to twitch violently within me and his breathing was becoming very erratic and punctuated with groans. Suddenly he let out a gigantic moan and slumped forward. I was a little disappointed thinking it would be the end of our fun, and I found my pussy was screaming out for more. It felt so wet, and where his seed had pumped with in me made it feel burning hot with lust for more.
John took a couple of moment to compose himself and catch his breath while clinging to me tightly. I could feel his penis still twitching violently within me, yet I could also tell it was slowly deflating. Once he caught his breath, he surprised me by instead of rolling off to the side and onto his back like most guys generally would, he lowered him self down between my legs and began to give long generous licks at my pussy. I found myself instead of going to roll over like I had planned pushing myself back into his face and mashing myself up against his nose. I started to wonder why John was single; this man was amazing! The things he could do with his fingers and tongue left me breathless and the fact he always considered my needs so far was a pleasant delight. Eventually he stopped for a moment and I thought, ‘ok, this must be the end,’ but again he surprised me for he turned himself around on to his back and then firmly guided me over the top of him so I was sitting upon his face! I was speechless. Suddenly his tongue was back inside of me and licking at me furiously, and his nose was rubbing up and down against my clit. It was too much for me and I exploded into orgasm. This time I know I surprised John, for my juices squirted out of me expelling not only my own cum but also globs of the cum that he had recently placed within me. But he continued to lick and hold on. Eventually after a multi-orgasmic experience I had to cry out for him to stop. I was breathless and didn’t think my heart could bare another orgasm without exploding! Never had a man left me feeling such levels of arousals yet fulfilment. I rolled off him and nearly broke out in laughter. His face was covered with cum and even his hair was slicked back in it, yet the smile on his face told me how much he had enjoyed it.
As much as I wanted to lie down and fall asleep, I found after seeing his face I couldn’t do so and went and grabbed a wash cloth with warm water. I returned to find him sitting there holding one of my stuffed toys staring at it lovingly. Again a tingle went down my spine and I had an urge to mother him. I took the toy out of his hands and sat it next to him with out saying a word. He turned and ran his eyes over my body once gain with an eager look, but eventually choosing to star into my eyes. I took his hands and began to wipe them, ignoring the mixed juices of our pleasures that were still running down my legs. Once done with his hands I wet the cloth again and began to wipe his face clean. He never said a word but the expression on his face was gorgeous. He looked like a lost little boy who was happy that his mother had found him. Once he was all cleaned up I put the stuffed toy back in his hands and began to clean myself up. He settled himself back against the head board of the bed and cuddled the toy and watched me. The sight made me want to run over and hug him; he was so cute.
to be continued...
Again i hope you enjoy and please feel free to offer up constructive criticism.. i havent written too many stories before and any help is appreciated. Oh and let me know if you spot any spelling errors.. i wrote this with out really getting back and re-reading it....
Lots of love baby Glen xxx
I awoke the next morning to find John asleep in my arms. He was curled up in a ball with his hand resting against his mouth. It almost looked as if he was sucking on his thumb. For some reason the thought of that sent shivers down my spine. His face looked so sweet and innocent while asleep, that I couldn’t help myself; I reached out and stroked a piece of hair out of his eyes. Once I had started I couldn’t stop, I found myself stroking his hair like he was my baby. Again the thought sent a shiver down my spine. While staring down at his face I began to realise what my life had been missing. Something that hadn’t bothered me much before but in recent months had begun to make me feel a need and desire so strong. I was missing a baby in my life. A few years ago I had found out that I was barren. I was unable to have children. At the time it didn’t mean much to me because I didn’t think I ever wanted to have children. The funny thing is, that I guess what they say about the female biological clock is true. I turned 30 and suddenly there was that hole in my life. Looking down at John’s peaceful face made me feel like I had found that missing piece.
I realised that John was beginning to stir. As he eyes opened and he remembered where his was and why he was there, a smile formed on his face. It lit it up beautifully, as he gazed up into my eyes. He let out a half groan, half sigh… and mumbled about having an amazing hangover. I couldn’t help but smile. It sounded very much like an infant mewling when it first awakes. I leant down and kiss John on the forehead and hugged him to my chest. He instantly melded with my shape and held onto me in a gentle yet strong embrace.
Tentatively he began to speak, “Aaahh… um… last night was amazing. I don’t think any one has ever made me feel like that. It was magical.”
I couldn’t help but agree and hold him that much closer. Eventually he began to squirm and say that he had to go pee pee. His phrasing made me giggle. They were so sweet, yet so innocent. So I reluctantly let him go. He got up and out of bed and stretched standing in all his glory before me. I swear if I had a pencil and paper I would have began to sketch him right there and then. His muscles rippled on his slim frame and the way the light that was shinning in the window created shadows, he looked more like the boyish figure of Michelangelo’s David.
Enrapt as I was, I followed him to the toilet, dressed in nothing but the skin I was born in.
He made no move to prevent me from following him into the bathroom. I curiously noted that he sat down on the toilet looking aver so sleepy yet his gaze was fixed upon me as if he was memorising every curve and crease of my body. And then he began to pee. I have never been into watersport, don’t get me wrong I have experimented and found it ok, but it wasn’t really my thing. But having him watch me with such a lustful half awake look, nearly a leer one could say, and hear the cascade of his urine falling into the toilet was definitely making me aroused. It was also making me need to pee rather badly myself. Slowly the tinkling sound began to fade and he went to move to shake the final drops away. It was at that moment I stopped him from doing so and reached out and gave the final couple of shakes for him. I nearly broke out laughing for as I did so his penis twitched within my hand and began to grow firm.
Eventually I could hold off no longer, and took his hand and lifted him from the toilet. I then sat in his place and relaxed my muscles and a hissing sound soon followed. John stood there transfixed, his penis raising and twitching in front of me. He then began to kneel and slowly reached out his hand and placed it between my legs under my pussy cupping it with the heel of his palm. This took my breath away. I never expected him to do so but the way he did it, felt so natural and right. The effect it had on my pussy was instantaneous. A warm spread throughout my body and I felt my neck and upper chest begin to have the tell tale flush creep across it. I felt like my bladder would continue for eternity and the feel of the palm of his hand massaging my clit while I released the torrent was definitely having a mighty effect on me. But alas the torrent faded to a slow drip and then stopped all together. John the reached for a piece of toilet paper with his other hand and began to softly dab at my pussy with it. It was so cute. I could tell he had never done it before. It was as if he wasn’t sure how to go about it and was so tenderly making sure I was looked after. I also took some toilet paper and grabbed his other hand and began to dry it. All the time we said nothing but stared into each others eyes. The air felt as if it was charged with electric between us; maybe we had absorbed some of the energy from the previous night’s thunderstorm! From the corner of my vision I could see the head of John’s penis glistening and bobbing around as if dancing to the same beat as the frantic rhythm of my heart.
Once done, I stood up and took John’s hand and pulled him back towards the bedroom. I was consumed by lust. Once there he wasted no time and took me in a doggy style position. One hand roamed my back caressing and every so often reaching under to tweak my nipples, the other he either used to guide my hips or tickle my clit. His thrusting was fast and furious. I could tell that he too was consumed by the lust that had taken me over. Suddenly I tensed for he did something unexpected; he placed his thumb from the roaming hand at the entrance to my anus and began to tap a rhythm upon it. It was strangely exciting. He wasn’t entering it, but the steady, firm tapping nearly made me wish he was. It was driving me crazy!
All too soon I could feel him starting to twitch violently within me and his breathing was becoming very erratic and punctuated with groans. Suddenly he let out a gigantic moan and slumped forward. I was a little disappointed thinking it would be the end of our fun, and I found my pussy was screaming out for more. It felt so wet, and where his seed had pumped with in me made it feel burning hot with lust for more.
John took a couple of moment to compose himself and catch his breath while clinging to me tightly. I could feel his penis still twitching violently within me, yet I could also tell it was slowly deflating. Once he caught his breath, he surprised me by instead of rolling off to the side and onto his back like most guys generally would, he lowered him self down between my legs and began to give long generous licks at my pussy. I found myself instead of going to roll over like I had planned pushing myself back into his face and mashing myself up against his nose. I started to wonder why John was single; this man was amazing! The things he could do with his fingers and tongue left me breathless and the fact he always considered my needs so far was a pleasant delight. Eventually he stopped for a moment and I thought, ‘ok, this must be the end,’ but again he surprised me for he turned himself around on to his back and then firmly guided me over the top of him so I was sitting upon his face! I was speechless. Suddenly his tongue was back inside of me and licking at me furiously, and his nose was rubbing up and down against my clit. It was too much for me and I exploded into orgasm. This time I know I surprised John, for my juices squirted out of me expelling not only my own cum but also globs of the cum that he had recently placed within me. But he continued to lick and hold on. Eventually after a multi-orgasmic experience I had to cry out for him to stop. I was breathless and didn’t think my heart could bare another orgasm without exploding! Never had a man left me feeling such levels of arousals yet fulfilment. I rolled off him and nearly broke out in laughter. His face was covered with cum and even his hair was slicked back in it, yet the smile on his face told me how much he had enjoyed it.
As much as I wanted to lie down and fall asleep, I found after seeing his face I couldn’t do so and went and grabbed a wash cloth with warm water. I returned to find him sitting there holding one of my stuffed toys staring at it lovingly. Again a tingle went down my spine and I had an urge to mother him. I took the toy out of his hands and sat it next to him with out saying a word. He turned and ran his eyes over my body once gain with an eager look, but eventually choosing to star into my eyes. I took his hands and began to wipe them, ignoring the mixed juices of our pleasures that were still running down my legs. Once done with his hands I wet the cloth again and began to wipe his face clean. He never said a word but the expression on his face was gorgeous. He looked like a lost little boy who was happy that his mother had found him. Once he was all cleaned up I put the stuffed toy back in his hands and began to clean myself up. He settled himself back against the head board of the bed and cuddled the toy and watched me. The sight made me want to run over and hug him; he was so cute.
to be continued...
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