Feature Writer: Isabella
Feature Title: Humping
Author’s Note: Stories on this site may contains fiction of an adult nature. They may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The stories are meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or society, if you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act. I have been asked many times to write a mother / son story involving my own son and me, so far I have refused to write it but Dave from Canada asked Santa for that story as his Christmas present this year (2012) so I had to oblige, I do hope that you’re not put off too much when reading it
Story Code: Mum/very young son, b/F, Incest, Under Age Sex, No penetration, Masturbation
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Humping
William had started a brand new ‘Disgusting habit’ for the new-year, my daughters called it ‘Humping’ and that was a perfect description for it. William was just a few days from his sixth birthday and, over Christmas, had seen one of the farm dogs ‘misbehaving’ with a floor cushion in his grandfather’s living room. William thought it was very funny and he had copied the dog on the floor cushion a few times, I had told him off and his father had too, but the thing about, almost six year old boys was, the more you make of a bad habit, the more they do it.
After a few days of cushion humping, he had started to hump his sister’s hip, both sisters and both hips. The more they complained, the more he did it. The day after new-year’s day, William had been playing football out in the garden, it wasn’t cold and it wasn’t raining so I just let him get on with it, even though he was wearing his new MK Don’s football kit and very expensive new boots. Amy and Laura had both got homework assignments to work on and they both needed the computer, my computer.
I had recorded a TV program late one night so I decided that as I was alone in the living room, I’d take a risk and watch the ‘After the watershed’ film. After about a half an hour William came into the house covered in mud, I heard the girls in the dining room screeching at him to get out of the kitchen.
Laura appeared in the living room doorway, hands on her hips, “Your son had just come into the kitchen with muddy boots on!”
“Ask him to take them off please.”
“I did, his socks are as muddy as his boots.”
“Did you ask him to take his socks off?”
“I did, his clothes are as muddy as his boots.”
“Did….”
“Yes, I did, I told him to take his clothes off too and I told him to have a shower in the utility area.”
“Thank you darling, if you feel life it, you could throw his stuff into the laundry basket and clean the kitchen floor.”
Laura looked over her shoulder, “Amy’s doing it now.”
“Thank you, and please thank Amy for me too, and as a reward, you can both have a sticky cake.”
I went back to the tiring TV watching activity, I was laying on the sofa, on my side and very close to falling asleep, the slightly racy, adult theme of the film ‘warming’ me through to the center of my body. Around twenty minutes of silence passed and suddenly I was aware of William, wrapped in a bath sheet and standing on the arm of my sofa, an old, very bad habit that surfaced from time to time, William loved to copy the WWWF wrestlers and dive-bomb anyone reclining on the sofa.
I managed to roll forward just as he jumped; he hit the seat cushion behind me instead of on top of me. Then he pulled two cushions and put them under his shoulder. Because I hadn’t complained about the dive-bomb, he only did it the once, if I had moaned at him about it, he would have done it over and over again. As the more sexual part of the film had passed, I just let the video run on with the remote in my hand, just in case there were any more sexual scenes.
William lay behind me for several minutes, just watching the TV over my side, then he moved slightly, he began to rub his hips against my bottom, no, not my naked bottom, through the towel and my jeans. ‘Humping’, went through my mind, it was the first time William had done it to me, he had reserved it for inanimate objects or his sisters to that point. ‘Ignore him or he’ll do it all the more,’ went through my head, I settled back into the film. Perhaps I should have said something; he just kept up a rhythmic thrusting of his hips against my bottom. I managed to put it out of my head and got back into the film.
William began to rub my stomach through my white cotton t-shirt, he didn’t stop ‘Humping’ me though, again, I put it out of my mind, after a few minutes he pulled my t-shirt out of my jeans and began to rub his hand all over my belly. I wasn’t really paying much attention to William, I was getting really into the film, William rubbed his hand almost all the way up to my bra cup. I would usually have definitely stopped him when he got close to my bra, I was very shy, I had never even allowed my daughters to see me in just my underwear before.
William’s hand was actually under my t-shirt, as he rubbed gently from side to side, his fingertips were brushing against the underside of my bra covered breasts. William’s hand left my body momentarily and he slipped his hand down between his hips and my bottom, then, when he began humping again, it felt a little warmer against my bottom, William had pulled the towel from between us so now; his naked lower body was now thrusting against my bottom.
Perhaps I was wrong to say nothing, I had expected him to get bored and stop rubbing himself against me but he hadn’t and he had even stepped things up another gear. William’s hand returned to my belly again, now he was rubbing his hand from my left side to my right with his little finger touching the waistband of my jeans.
William rubbed his hands back and forth a few times, then, when his fingers got onto my left hip, he slipped his fingertips into the small gap between the waistband of my jeans and the valley between the rise of my hip and the rise of my lower abdomen, he tried to move his hand, tried to rub over my stomach again but his fingers were stopped by the tightness of my jeans as they passed over my abdomen.
Stopped in his tracks, he moved his hand back to the looser part of my jeans and this time, his fingers were easing further into my jeans, his fingertips wriggled when they hit the waistband of my knickers and I felt his fingertips slip under my knickers too. I was at the point in the film where the wife was in bed with her lover while her husband was in the next room, the couple were fucking but it was all going on under the cover of the bed sheet, so I didn’t need to stop the film, or perhaps I should have, it would have snapped me out of my inactivity.
Thankfully, William’s fingertips were only a quarter of an inch under my knickers before his progress was halted by the tightness of my jeans once again, the fattest part of his hand being too big to get inside the waistband. He did push quite hard but his hand was too fat to go further, he pulled his hand back out and moved his interest to my upper body once again, as his hand slipped under my t-shirt again, he bent his head down a little to look up under my t-shirt to see my bra covered tits, I moved my arm into a less comfortable position, just to push my t-shirt down so he couldn’t see so well up under it.
William’s head lowered down until I had blocked his view completely, then he kissed me on my ribs before moving his head back to where I was before, then he went back to rubbing my belly and I moved my arm back to a more comfortable position. Five minutes passed and just as the woman on the TV began to verbalize through her orgasm, William’s hand slipped back under my t-shirt, this time he was a little bolder, as his hand rubbed from my left ribs to my right, the tips of his thumb and index finger were raised and rubbing over the underside of my bra covered breasts.
When William was at full stretch across my body, he stopped moving his hand momentarily and then turned his hand up, as he drew his hand back across my body from right to left, only his little finger was touching my ribs, the other four fingers and the palm of his hand were fully rubbing against my bra covered breast. Again he stopped once his hand was as far to the left as he could go, he rested his hand on my breast for a full minute, then he obviously had a good idea.
I felt William wriggle a little and then he popped out from under the towel that had been wrapped around his body, I felt the heat of his chest pressing against my bare back as he lifted the towel and draped it over the top of both of our bodies, then his hand went back to stroking over my bare belly again. He started from my navel and rubbed upwards, pushing my t-shirt right up to my bra but under the towel, he even lifted my t-shirt up and over my bra until his hand reached the warmth of my décolletage, resting the palm of his hand on the exposed upper swell of my left breast for the briefest of moments before running his hand back down over my ribs and stomach until he reached the waistband of my jeans, his hand, this time, resting over the button that held my jeans fastened.
I thought he had just stopped moving like he had when he reached my breast but after a slight fumbling, I felt the strain of my jeans waistband relax, he had flipped the button through the buttonhole with just one hand, he also lifted the toggle on my zipper so that the brake was released, then his hand returned to my stomach and he started rubbing up my belly all over again, all the way, almost to my neck, again, stopping at the bare flesh above my bra cup, resting his hand on my breast for around a minute this time, as his hand slipped back down he pushed the cup down with his little finger so that his hand passed over the top of my bare aureola this time.
William’s hand headed southwards once again, his hand found the valley between the rise of my hip and the rise of my belly, his fingers dived under the waistband of my jeans again, this time, his hand wasn’t stopped at the elastic of my bikini panties waistband, his fingertips easily lifted the knicker elastic and passed way beyond, heading for the hairline. As soon as I felt his fingers trailing in my fanny hair, I placed my hand over his but my hand was on top of my jeans and knickers, so all I could do was stop him going further around my pubic mound.
William was fighting my hand slightly and as he did, the zipper of my jeans fell slowly, giving him far easier access to my panties and as he slipped his hand out from under mine he pushed my jeans open and wide eased the left side of my panties down past my hip, it passed through my mind that it was a good thing that the right hand side of my panties were trapped between the sofa and my hip or my panties would have catapulted down to my knees.
William spent several minutes pulling the left side of my jeans down as far as he could get them to go, then he wriggled his body a little higher up my body and suddenly I felt his hot little erection pressing into my bare left buttock, then he began humping all over again, this time, it was flesh against flesh.
Not satisfied with his new access to my lower body, William started to head for my breasts all over again, he reached my bra’s lower strap and instead of sliding his fingers over the material of my bra this time, William slipped his fingers under the lower band and eased my bra cup up and over my breasts. My bra rolled up quickly under my chin, William’s fingers sought out my nipples and he played with them alternatively as he humped his cock against my bum-cheek.
William began to breathe heavily and then he suddenly dipped his head under the towel covering my body and he began to kiss around my breasts, I put my hand on the back of his head, it had been my intention to push his head away from my breasts but as I heard his breathing change, realized he was close to an orgasm, I just began stroking his head as he suckled on one nipple and then the other.
I felt his body jerking uncontrollably as he ran through his orgasm, his hand shot down to my pussy mound, his hand went directly to my honey-pot, his fingers hit my gash with ease, my legs were closed too tightly for him to get contact with my vagina but his did rub a fraction of an inch away from my clitoris. As William finished gasping through his orgasm his head fell against my breasts, resting on them like they were novelty pillows.
I felt William’s cock shrink down moments after his body stopped jerking, I let go of his head and rubbed my bottom, I was surprised to find that my bottom was totally dry and I wondered at what age a boy’s climax would result in an ejaculation.
My film finished and I adjusted my clothes, pulling all the various components into place while still under the towel. I deleted the film and then rolled off of the sofa.
“You’d better get dressed before your father comes in for his afternoon coffee.”
I went into the dining room; the girls were still at my PC, taking it in turns to search, print and then write up their reports for school.
I felt all hot and bothered so I decided to take a cool bath, by the time I came out of the bath it was almost six o’clock, so I slipped into my nighty and dressing gown, I didn’t have any clean bras or knickers in the bathroom so I left it at just nighty and dressing gown.
I did a cold dinner, quick and simple, James came down and asked the kids what they had done all afternoon as we all ate, he didn’t seem to be listening to the kids, he had something important on his mind, when William said, “Been playing ball and humping,” James said, “Very good.”
James scuttled back to his study, the girls went back to their reports and William put his pajamas on, as I couldn’t get close to my PC, I went back to the TV and lay on the sofa again.
William came into the living room with his blanket; he climbed onto the sofa with me and got in the same position as he had been earlier when he was humping me, he draped his hand over my stomach,.
“Mummy – next time – if I make you shiver – will you let me put it in you like the girls let me?”
“What does ‘make me shiver’ mean?” William pulled the belt holding my dressing gown closed and pulled it open, then his hand slid down over the top of nighty until it passed onto my bare knee below, then his hand made the return journey but this time, under my nighty.
As William’s hand was slowly traveling up along my leg, he pulled me onto my back and eased my legs open, then his fingertips expertly sought out my vagina and found my clitoris, something I have to say at this point, ‘His father had never searched that particular organ out before’, William started out gently, just the tips of his fingers ‘tickling’ my clit, then, when he realized that I wasn’t going to stop him, he rubbed a little harder until he brought me to the start of my climax.
“See, that is shivers, now can I put it in you?”
As I reached down and took a hold of William’s wrist to push his hand away before I made too much noise and alerted the girls to the fact that there was something more interesting going on in the living room than the ancient Egyptians for Laura or the industrial revolution for Amy but before I had pushed his hand away, he had already pulled the front of his pajamas down.
I looked at his two inch long boner standing out from his lower body, he had been humping so much and playing with his cock so much that it was bright red and sore, William had already slipped over my left leg and was getting into position between my thighs when I came to my senses.
“No darling, you can’t do that to me, it’s not right, and anyway, you look very sore, you should stop playing with yourself for a bit until it gets better.”
THE END