Shota Impregnator
by DiscipleN
"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."
[I would love to hear about your impressions! Please post them here or to my PM box. There'll be more of this story soon.]
by DiscipleN
"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."
[I would love to hear about your impressions! Please post them here or to my PM box. There'll be more of this story soon.]