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"Please can I just wear my old swimming trunks?" Warren begged.

"No!" his mom yelled back from the other room. "Barbara purchased that for you. It was expensive so you better remember to thank her."

Warren looked at himself in the full length mirror. At eighteen, he had hoped to be taller. His body looked puny. Why hadn't his shoulders broadened like the other boys? Warren's body should have been covered in hair like the rest of them. It wasn't. He had a wiry, sleek physique. The doctor told him he didn't have the kind of body that would put on much muscle.

His mom made him do chores for Barbara because she helped with the bills. They were lucky to live in a one-bedroom apartment with Warren sleeping on the floor. Barbara had a pool in her backyard. She always insisted that Warren swim with her. And when he did weeding for her or worked in the garden, she had him undress to his underwear and then she'd put sun tan lotion on him. Warren always wanted to do it himself, but Barbara wouldn't let him. She said he'd cut corners and end up burning his soft, delicate skin.

Barbara was about a head taller than him. She was a couple years into her forties. Barbara was a good looking woman. Warren didn't understand why she'd taken such a interest in him. Barbara had a full figure which made him feel weird when she was in her bathing suit. As he put his clothes on, he thought about secretly switching out the speedo his mom was making him wear for his swimming trunks.

He walked through his apartment complex to the house next door where Barbara lived. Sometimes he'd find her out front gardening but not today. Warren knocked on the door. He felt the speedo ride up his crack while he waited.

"Oh. Hello, Warren. How are you today, dear?" she opened the door and smiled at him.

"I'm ok. My mom said you, uh... had some work for me to do?" he told her, looking anywhere but but her body.

"Come in, dear. Are you wearing the new swimsuit I got you. Your mom got it to you, right?" she ushered him into the house and closed the door behind him.

"Yeah... I am," he answered self-consciously.

"Why don't we go swimming then? Go ahead and get started. I'll put my bathing suit on and meet you out there in a couple of minutes."

Warren went out the back door and flipped his sandals off. He could feel the mid-July sun on his face. Warren dipped his feet warily in the pool. He turned his head when he heard Barbara was at the back door. She came out when she saw him looking.

Barbara was wearing a blue two-piece bikini. He'd never seen it before. This was the skimpiest bathing suit he'd ever seen her in. Her impossibly large bosom was on full display. Barbara's nipples poked out of the bikini top at least a half inch. His eyes fell lower. To the big package wrapped up in her small bikini bottom. Warren recalled the first time he became aware of it. A couple months ago she had him move some boxes in the basement. She told him to strip down to his boxers. Barbara told him she didn't want his clothes to get sweaty. She supervised him like she always did, telling him occasionally not to drop this thing or that.

There were some boxes in the corner which required Warren to bend over and pick up. He wanted to pile them all up at once, but Barbara made him take just one at a time. The phone rang unexpectedly. Barbara got up from the table to answer it and that's when Warren saw the giant tent in her pants. It freaked him out so badly that he ran home. He told his mom what he'd seen and she told him that a lot of women had penises. His mom made him go back and apologize. Barbara made him uncomfortable by asking him how often he got erections. She said that since her penis was so much larger, she got erections even more often. Soon after that they started going swimming. She always got erections then.

"Don't you look just like a dream in that? Mmm... it's so hot out here. Get in the pool, darling."

"It's a little tight, ma'am." Warren said, pulling the material out of his crack.

"I didn't have you there to try it on, dear. When I get you something else you'll come and model it for me. I think it's fine." Barbara walked over, her breasts jiggling and touched a toe in the water. "Even the water is warm."

Warren jumped in the pool and Barbara did the same. He tried to keep a little distance between himself and her, but Barbara swam over to him and said, "Let's see if you've gotten any better at the backstroke. Go on and try." Barbara reached around him and helped put him on his back in the water. "Here I've got you," one hand held the top of the his back and the other went all the way down to his speedo-covered butt.

"I can do it," he told her, trying to push her hands away.

"Ok," she removed her hand before he'd been ready. Warren's head fell below water and she laughed. "You're silly. See, you need me. There's nothing wrong with getting a little help. Especially from me." Barbara pulled him up by the tiny speedo.

"My mom told me to tell you, umm, thanks for the new swimming thing. It's a little small, but, uhhh..." He realized he was looking at her breasts. How did they get so big? How was she so much bigger than him? Warren got embarrassed when he realized what he was thinking and looked away.

"Awww, you don't have to mention it. I like doing things for you. And swimming, oh darling, this old girl has a lot of fun with you." Barbara grinned, partly aware that the young man had been ogling her tits. She covered his head with her hands and dunked him under the water, laughing. Warren flailed desperately underwater until she finally let him up. He choked out water and then tried to dunk Barbara. She wouldn't have budged if she didn't want to. They splashed at and dunked one another. Warren could feel her boobs mashing into his head as she pushed him down, and then he could feel something else.

Warren opened his eyes while underwater and saw her erection! It looked like her bikini would snap open at any second. He couldn't believe how long and thick her cock was. Warren popped up from the water as fast as he could and started to swim away from her. Barbara caught his ankle before he could put any distance between them.

She pulled Warren back to her and told him, "You're not getting away! What's wrong, dear?" Barbara squeezed his little body in her big arms and held him there. He could feel her hard-on against his butt. It was splitting his cheeks open in the tiny speedo like a hotdog into a bun.

"Your, your erection! It's pressing into me!" he gasped.

"We talked about erections. They're a natural part of life. Don't worry. I wouldn't hurt you." Barbara gently started to grind her hips against him, which caused her thick pipe to rub up and down his crack.

"Please don't. It scares me," he whimpered.

Barbara reluctantly let him go. "Alright, dear. Tell you what, let's sit in the sun a while. You lay back in one of the pool lounge chairs and I'll go get the lotion for us." Warren nodded. Happy to be free, he hopped out of the pool. "I guess erections aren't so scary now, huh darling?" she laughed loudly. Warren looked down and realized he was hard. He slumped into the chair, his face red. As Barbara walked past him, her boobs and erection bouncing together, she touched his shoulder and told him, "Natural part of life. The best part if you ask me." Warren's eyes continued to follow her as she walked back into her house. Barbara's bikini bottom had just one little piece of cloth in the back and it was wedged between the two colossal cheeks of her ass. Warren's face got even redder.

She returned a minute later with the sun tan lotion and some towels. "I can't get over how good you look in that present I got you. I sure can pick them." Barbara's eyes scoped out his body. She pulled the other chair over and dried him off in a towel. Next she squirted some of the lotion out into her hand.

"Can I do it myself, ma'am?" he asked.

"You know my policy, darling. I handle the sun tan lotion. It would be a shame if something happened to your skin. It's so soft and nice. It needs to be taken care of and I'm just the woman to do it." Barbara spread the glob out over his chest. Her strong hands rubbed the cool lotion in everywhere. She took special care with everything she did; covering his body usually took ten or fifteen minutes as Barbara went over it again and again. She was thorough like that when it came to Warren.

"There you go. All finished." She gave him a smirk and then looked up at the sky. "Boy would you look up at that sun. They said on the news we'll be breaking a heat record this week. Hey..." Barbara looked down at him, "let's try something new today. You want to put the sun tan lotion on yourself. So apply it on me and I'll see how good a job you do." She dropped the bottle on his stomach and sat back in the chair.

Warren's hands were shaking when they touched Barbara's skin. She was so warm. Warren's cock was straining against his speedo. He gently spread the lotion over Barbara's strong shoulders and the top of her chest. He started to rub it in with long circular strokes.

"Mmm... not half bad." Barbara lifted her arms up and let him get her sides. His fingers pressed into her flesh. Barbara let out a soft moan. "Think your mom would mind if we tanned nude?"

"Oh no. I can't!" Warren croaked. It felt like cotton had just been stuck in his throat.

Barbara wrapped one of of her arms around his neck and cackled. "It was just a joke, darling. Settle back in your chair and let's let the sun do its work." Warren swallowed hard. He self-consciously rearranged his speedo and got back in his chair. They sat in silence for a couple minutes. Barbara would make a little noise--maybe a moan from time to time--as they basked in the sun. "I know I ask this a lot, but you got any girls chasing you at that school yet?"

"Huh? No... no I don't," he replied. Looking over, he saw her erection again. It pressed up in the air. The bulge was positively obscene. The thin material of her bikini bottom did nothing to hide it. Warren could see just how long and thick it was. He could see the big head of her cock; it was even thicker than the rest of her big thing. Warren realized he was staring too long and shut his eyes.

"I'll tell you, that doesn't make any sense to me. Back in my day--"

"I know. You tell me all the time. Back in your day girls appreciated puny little nerds with skinny bodies who can't play sports." Warren turned away and shut his eyes even tighter.

Barbara looked over at him, getting momentarily distracted by the view of him from behind. She said, "I never said that. Stop feeling sorry for yourself long enough to enjoy your youth. Enjoy the summer." Barbara reached over and wrapped her arm around his side. He was reminded once again of how big she was... and how small he was.

"Enjoy the summer how? Go to the beach? Where all the guys with better bodies than mine take their shirts off and make the girls like them. I just have to face it. Girls don't like me."

Barbara left her hand on his arm, rubbing him comfortingly. Her eyes inevitably fell to his little speedo-covered ass. "I can think of plenty who would."

***

Barbara apologized the next time he was over there for her behavior in the pool. They continued to swim and catch some sun together through the week. Nothing changed until the following week when Warren went over there one day. It was the hottest day yet. He knocked on the door to Barbara's house and she shouted, "Come on in!"

Warren opened the door and stepped inside. If possible, it seemed even warmer inside than out. Warren was used to entering Barbara's house and immediately being met by cool air. He called out to her, "Is something wrong with the air?"

"Yep," she said from a distant room. "Someone won't be over to fix it until tomorrow."

"Can we go in the pool?" Warren wiped the sweat from his brow.

"It needs to be cleaned."

"Want to go back to my house? My mom lets me run the air conditioner when it gets this hot."

"No, I'm fine here. Dear, get some ice from the freezer and bring it into the bedroom."

Warren grabbed a bowl from one of the cabinets and filled it with ice like she said. He walked through the hallway to her bedroom and found the door ajar. Warren poked it open and then promptly shut it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to, ma'am!"

"It's ok, darling. Come on in."

"I can't! You--you're not dressed!"

"Don't be silly. I have panties on," she told him in a naughty voice. Warren couldn't believe her breasts were out in the open. Barbara was on the bed naked from the waist up. "Get in here this instant."

Warren turned the knob on the door. He walked into her bedroom, obviously flustered. Warren stood by the door trying not to look at her uncovered body. "That ice is liable to melt if you don't stop playing around and get over here," she told him in a matter-of-fact way. The second Warren got close enough, Barbara grabbed him and pulled him down on the bed. Warren sat there nervously. He kept his eyes facing away from her.

Barbara didn't seem any put off by his manner. She gathered a couple ice cubes in her hand and touched them to Warren's shoulder. He shot up from the bed immediately, just to have her grab him again and sit him back down. Barbara rubbed her fingers, cold from the ice, over his back. She touched a cube to his neck and he didn't run away this time.

"You should be wearing clothes," he whispered.

"It's too hot for clothes," she murmured, following the jut of his jaw with the ice cube and leaving a trail of water as it melted on his warm skin. "I think you're wearing too much."

"I said we could go back to my house," he told her. Warren still had his eyes facing toward the door. In his peripheral vision he could see her panties... and the bulge growing in it as she continued to use the ice on him.

"I don't want your mom walking in on us, darling." Barbara let the ice cube fall back into the bowl with the rest of them and placed her hands around his waist. She started to pull up his shirt, "This is our private time. Lift your arms." Warren raised his arms and let her take his shirt off. "Much better," she said. Barbara scooped some of the water from the melting ice into her hand and touched his chest with it. "Warren... rub the ice on my body now."

"What?" he chirped.

"I said rub some ice on me before it's all melted." Barbara covered his hand with hers and put it in the bowl. Warren closed his hand around a few cubes which had melted into one piece. She pulled his hand out, pulling it over her body. Water dripped from his fingers onto her stomach. Warren let his hand fall and rolled the cube over her stomach. "You can't even see what you're doing, dear." Barbara put her hand under his chin and gently turned it toward her body.

Warren took in her body. The heat had left the upper half of her body that he could see in a thin layer of sweat. His eyes nearly bugged out as they zeroed in on her huge, mature breasts. They heaved softly on her chest with her breathing. Warren tried to look away yet he couldn't. He could feel his heart thump as he ran the cube of ice along her stomach and then switched to her arms. Barbara's eyes were closed. Her full, womanly lips opened to moan. When the hunk of ice in his hand had melted, he took another and continued.

"I think you're avoiding a part of my body," she opened her eyes suddenly.

"Nu...no..." he told her bashfully.

"My chest, darling. It needs to be cooled down too." She clasped her hand in his and placed it right on her breast. Warren folded one leg over the other. His cock was so hard. Then again, so was hers. Warren tried not to look. He ran the half-melted cube between his fingers over the swell of her breasts. He traced over each breast while carefully avoiding her nipples. One time around, his nail accidentally scratched right against one of the nubs. "Mmm... get there. Get all over," she moaned.

Warren's hand couldn't stop shaking as it hovered just above her nipple. A drop of water slid off his fingers and landed on her; the nipple got even bigger and more prominent. He touched them with the ice, gingerly at first. The more he went, the less careful he got. Minutes passed and neither of them said anything. Warren realized Barbara was rubbing her thighs together. He looked down and saw her erection again. He glanced at her face. Her eyes were still closed. All the ice had melted. Warren was about to finish when Barbara cooed, "Rub some of the water on my thighs, dear."

He dipped his fingers into the cold water and reached down to her thick, warm thighs. Warren stroked them, careful to steer clear of her erection. Her legs had stopped moving altogether and Barbara let out a moan so loud that it scared Warren. His hands, still on her thighs, stopped moving. "I think, um... we should probably stop," he told her in a voice so quiet she could barely hear him. Barbara smiled to herself and lifted the bowl as quietly as she could. In one fast motion, she pulled the waistband of his shorts out and spilled the cold water down his back.

"Aaaaaaaaaack!" he cried. Warren darted out of the room with cold water dripping down his legs. He could still hear her laughing by the time he got to the living room. Warren took a towel from the closet and dried himself off. He put the towel out on the couch and sat down. His mom wouldn't want him coming home yet. Warren's dick was painfully erect. He thought about stroking it, but couldn't bring himself to do it. Barbara could walk in on him at any time and it would be wrong.

He could hear her heading toward him from the hall. She was in clothes this time. A tank top and a pair of shorts that looked stitched to her curves. She had her hands behind her back and an even bigger smile on her face than Warren could remember.

"I've got something for you."

"What?" he grumbled, still bitter that she'd drenched him in the cold water.

"Remember when we talked about your body... you know how you want it be bigger and stronger?"

Warren's face started to redden. He wondered why she needed to bring this stuff up and embarrass him all over again. "Yes, ma'am," he answered sheepishly. Barbara revealed a glass from behind her back. It was filled with a cream-colored liquid. Warren looked at it and his previously red face went white. "Is that... is that--"

"Semen," she finished his sentence. "Haven't you ever heard about all the things cum can do? In small doses it's useless. But as you can see," Barbara proudly waved the glass in her hand, causing the creamy ejaculate to roll around the glass. "I make big doses." She handed Warren the glass, but he didn't take it. "What's wrong, darling? Don't you want to improve your body?"

"I don't think I should--I mean I can't drink that!" he blurted out.

"Oh dear," she told him somberly. Barbara sat down next to him on the couch and looked into the full glass. "It's so fresh. It won't be for long. A woman's seed is most potent the more fresh it is. Are you sure you don't want to give it a try? I've had a lot of compliments on my semen quality over the years. Just look at it." She tipped the glass closer to him. Her cum slid against the rim inches from his lips.

He shook his head. "Last chance, dear. I made this load for you. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. You're sure you won't give it a try? I think you're fine the way you are, but I really thought you were serious about upgrading to a man's body."

Warren reached out and clutched the glass in his hands. Even in the heat of her house, it felt markedly warmer. He gave her essence a sniff. Warren couldn't smell anything. "Go ahead. Taste it," she told him eagerly. He lifted it to his lips, watching the thick liquid slide down the glass. Warren took a small, tentative sip. It was so thick that he had to let it roll off his tongue and down his throat. Barbara couldn't keep still as she awaited the verdict from his taste buds.

"It's... umm... kind of... uh, I shouldn't be drinking something that came out of, of your penis. You know?"

"Nonsense. That's perfectly natural." Barbara snatched the glass from him. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and brought the glass to his lips again. "Don't think. Just drink. This is gonna help you grow." Warren blinked nervously as she fed him her load. He swallowed and swallowed. The taste was hard to pin down. It had so many competing flavors. "There you go. It's very rich, I know. Next time you'll have more time to savor it. I promise."

By the time the glass was empty, Warren had dribbles at the corners of his mouth and a string of pearly essence hanging from his chin. Barbara dabbed at his mouth and pulled the strand of cum onto a finger then brought it to his lips. Warren opened his mouth and gently sucked her finger clean. Barbara seemed happiest of all about that.

***

Warren spent more time over there than ever. They still swam and sunned. He'd help her garden too. Before Warren went home, Barbara would always excuse herself for a few minutes and come back with a full glass for him to drink. Sometimes she'd even feed him twice. Barbara told him she had the libido of a teenager. He found it interesting how there would be subtle differences in her flavor day or day. Was it something she ate differently or maybe she'd been more aroused one day than another? Warren had come to peace with the source of it. I mean, as long as she made it in another room, what was so bad about that?

His mom came up to him one afternoon. "You sure are spending a lot of time with Barbara lately."

"Yeah, mom. You told me too, didn't you?"

"No, no. I think it's great. Warren, I have some unexpected bills. Do you think you could ask her for a little cash?"

"Unexpected bills?" Warren had spent his entire life under the specter of "unexpected bills."

"It doesn't matter what they are. I'm your mother and I'm asking you to do this. That woman has enough money. You trust me," she stated in a flustered manner.

"I wouldn't feel comfortable asking her for money. I can't do that, mom."

"Don't say you can't!" Warren's mom got up from the couch and ripped some papers off the coffee table, throwing them into the trash. "That bitch owes us!"

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Don't you raise your voice at me, young man!" His mom gave him a maniacal smile. "You think Barbara has you over there to do chores? HAHAHAHA! She wants to fuck you! Maybe she has already. I don't know and I don't care. You go over there and get my damn money. If she says no, change her mind! Get what I mean?"

"I'm not doing that! Mom, you're drunk." Warren covered his face with his hands. He hated when she was like this.

"I give you a place to live. I gave up my damn life for you! GET OUT!" His mother hissed. "Get your shit and get out! Let's see how long you last on the street."

"Fine!" he shouted back at her. This had never happened before. He gathered as much clothes and as many possessions as he could and stuffed them in an old backpack. Warren slammed the apartment door behind him on the way out. He'd live on the fucking street to get away from that woman. Warren got to the sidewalk. He could turn left and head toward the shopping district... or turn right where the suburb was and go past Barbara's house. Tears were streaming down his cheeks by the time he walked on the sidewalk past her house. As luck, or perhaps fate would have it, Barbara happened to be gardening out front at the time.

Barbara was about to take a break when she spotted him from her garden. "Warren? Darling, what's wrong?" she said from behind her fence.

He stopped, turning toward her house as more tears rolled down his cheeks. "It's, it's nothing, ma'am. My mom... she kicked me out."

"Oh dear!" Barbara stood up, pulling her gloves and hat off. "Are you planning on going somewhere?"

"As far as I get. You know I don't have any family."

"Come here right now. You're staying with me until we can sort this out."

Walking past her gate and through the driveway over to Barbara, he thought about the things his mother had said. She was drunk and she wanted to hurt him. But deep down, did he know there was some truth to it? That bothered him. Barbara scooped him into her big arms. She pulled his head into her chest and didn't let him move until she'd stopped his crying. Barbara lifted his chin and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry now, darling. Come on inside and I'll make you something to eat. Hmm, how about a fresh glass of your favorite drink? I've got plenty stored up in these big balls of mine. If that doesn't make you feel better nothing will."

Once Warren got settled, Barbara excused herself to make him something to eat. He didn't know whether he'd eat a sandwich or not, but Warren couldn't think of anything more comforting at this point than a nice big glass of her cream. It felt weird to think of drinking her semen, though, it started to look increasingly normal when he saw it. The stuff tasted good too. He felt a little awkward with Barbara staring at him while he drank it, but he sensed they both got some kind of satisfaction out of it.

"I knew this was going to be a big load," Barbara said as she appeared from the kitchen a few minutes later with a plate and a glass. "so I used one of the big glasses. I pumped out even more than usual. I can tell you really need it. Take a look." Warren didn't even give the plate a look. All of his attention shifted to the warm glass in his hand. He realized she was talking about it in different terms than she first had. At first, it supposed to be good for him--help him fill out. Now Barbara talked about it like its purpose was altogether different. He couldn't help thinking about what his mom had said.

"This, this is gonna help me, ma'am?" he asked her. Warren let it sit in his hand waiting for an answer.

"Oh yes. You know how much better you feel once you drink it. It's a cure-all," she chuckled.

"And you don't mind if I stay here?"

"No, not at all. You need to stay here. A boy like you wouldn't last more than a day by himself. It's a harsh world out there. Come on, take a sip now while it's fresh." Barbara rubbed his shoulders and encouraged him with her eyes to drink up.

He opened his lips and accepted the cup. Warren let a mouthful of her thick essence sit on his tongue. He let his taste buds sample it and then swallowed fully. Warren's stomach instantly felt more normal. He looked at Barbara smiling back at him. Had his mom been right? The thought made him shiver. He hated to think it, but Barbara was a lot bigger than him; she probably could have taken him any time she wanted. It may sound silly, but someone who's been small all their life often thinks in those terms. Warren took another sip and then told her, "My mom... she said some bad things about you."

Barbara lovingly brushed the hair from his eyes. She scooted in closer to him, putting her hand on his over the glass and bringing it to his lips. "She did, huh. What did she say?"

Warren started to drink. He licked his lips and swallowed what his tongue had gathered of her seed. "She told me that you... that I'm only here because you want to fuck me."

"Oh dear. That woman," she sighed. Barbara stroked his thigh, so gentle at first that he didn't notice it. "Do you believe her?"

He looked down at the glass now. It was empty. "This stuff. It isn't going to make me any bigger, is it? That was just, it was just silly talk."

"I'm sorry, darling. Cum is good for a lot of things, but I don't think it's going to do any of the things I said it would. I'm as bad as your mom is." Barbara dropped her heavy chin down on the top of his head.

"Are you trying to.." he struggled to find the words again, "fuck me?"

"No, that's not why you're here," she answered strongly.

Warren turned his head and looked at her. "It isn't?"

"You gotta realize something, dear. If I were twenty years younger, you'd have to flee the state to get away from me. I'd have been all over you. You'd have had my name slapped on you in ink before you could so much as blink. But, I'm not and I wouldn't hurt you. There were times when we horsed around in the pool that I got close to letting my cock do what it wanted." Barbara paused to take in a deep breath. "You were giving me a lot of the signs, even if you didn't know it, darling. But it's not about fucking. No, I want to make love to you. I'd love to turn you into the perfect little lover for a woman much as myself, but younger, if you'd let me."

"But, I'm not... I don't think I'm like that," he pressed his head into her big bosom and closed his eyes.

"This empty glass say different. I see you looking at me, dear. You'd make the perfect little companion. Are you sure you're as straight as you think you are?" she asked him softly.

"I've never tried with a girl. They like guys with muscles who can lift a lot. I never catch their eye." Warren was acutely aware of the way Barbara was stroking his body. She had him almost completely tied up in her arms and legs.

"It's not that way for a girl like me. I guarantee you'd make her mouth water and her cock throb. You just wait and see. They'll go crazy for you." Barbara started to kiss his head, talking only intermittently. "I could teach you everything you need to know. You could have your pick of girls."

"I don't think I could," he told her. "I'm too shy." Warren turned in her arms. He ended up in contact with her erection.

"Let's run a test and see whether you might have a thing for girls like me. Would that be alright? We can stop if you get too uncomfortable." Barbara looked down at her little neighbor. He shook his head that it would be alright. She reluctantly let him free from her grasp. Barbara laid back on the couch. Her bulging cock was standing up proud in her pants. "I'll have to warn you. My penis will probably spoil you for all other penises," Barbara giggled. She pulled her pants down her thighs. Her panties had an obscene bulge in them. "You've seen me a lot like this. It's time for a closer look." Barbara wiggled out of her panties.

Warren felt guilty looking. Her dick was enormous. It looked prehistoric--like it was carved in stone. Her crotch didn't have a single hair on it. Barbara's cock had gnarled veins running its length. It looked to Warren, in a word, powerful. His puny member looked inconsequential in comparison. This was a real cock and he knew it. Warren self-consciously lifted his hand to it for scale. His small, boyish hand might have been big enough to hold just one of the balls hanging between her thighs.

"It's nearly nine inches. The girth is more important. I've never seen a thicker cock, and I've seen plenty of them. My balls are so full--ever since I started feeding you. This isn't so bad, is it?" Barbara wrapped her fist around her shaft and gave it a pump. Clear liquid started to drool from the tip.

Warren's finger pointed at the pearls of fluid leaking from her hole. "Is that? Umm..."

"Precum. It's different from cum as you can see. I produce a lot of it if I'm really horny... like when I have you staring at my cock," she chuckled. "Give it a taste. Tell me how it is."

Warren took his finger and slowly, deliberately, caught a drop of it. He stuck his finger in his mouth and tasted it. Its flavor wasn't nearly as strong as in her regular batches of semen.

"You polished off that glass pretty quickly a couple minutes ago. Think you'd like more?" Barbara smiled at him innocently.

"Umm, sure."

"I just made you some... so it may take a little longer than usual." Warren was about to get up and leave her alone so she could make it for him until she added, "Why don't you stay here. Watch what I do." Her hand swept over her cock head and caught some of the pre-ejaculate. Barbara used that to stroke her shaft. Warren sat there between her legs. His eyes barely blinking and his mouth agape, he watched her masturbate.

She stroked her rod for a few minutes like that. Barbara cocked her head to the right so that her cock wasn't blocking her view of Warren as she stroked. His soft, red lips were close enough that she could feel his breath on her dick. Her smile turned into a very naughty one. Barbara suddenly pressed her dick forward, slapping her cock against his lips.

"Hey!" Warren cried out. He scooted away from her.

She laughed, readjusting herself and then continuing the slow stroke. "Why don't you lick the head? That's the most sensitive part. Lick the head while I pump my shaft. That would feel so good, darling."

"That wouldn't be... no, I can't."

"The slit on the head is where all the semen you've been drinking gushes from. Is licking around there all that different?"

Warren's brow furrowed. He looked at her skeptically. "I guess not. You're not gonna, like, try anything else? I'll just lick."

"Sounds like a deal."

Warren brought his lips closer to her massive tool. He didn't know how to start. Fresh droplets of pre-ejaculate were forming at her hole. Warren poked his tongue out of his mouth and touched it to the spongy surface of her tip.

"Mmmhmmmm. This'll make it a lot quicker." Barbara's fist pumped up and down her shaft. Warren was careful at first, but pretty soon, his tongue was doing laps around her tip. He licked at the big tip. It was so warm and so alive. He could feel it throb. "Ohhh... keep that tongue working... mmm," she moaned.

It wasn't a conscious decision Warren made. It sort of just happened. Well, before either of them knew what had happened... half of her thick mushroom was between his lips. Warren pulled the entire tip into his mouth and let his tongue dance over it. He wanted to keep it there, but he didn't want her to think he was gay. Barbara's hands let go of her cock. She gently cradled his head as his tongue made love to her cock head. More precum flowed from it and slid down his throat.

"Oh, darling. Now you're really spoiling me," Barbara cooed. Warren took his cues from her expression. He shut his lips even tighter around the tip of her womanhood. Warren's tongue twisted and swirled around the mushroom. Another thing which neither of them predicted or expected--with just a little pressure from Barbara's hands, Warren's mouth was slowly enveloping more of her cock. He had close to an inch of her shaft between his lips now. She was so thick, he knew his jaw was going to be sore after this and he didn't care.

Warren had a few inches of her length in his mouth. His tongue pleasured her tip frantically. Barbara voiced her pleasure by the soft moans escaping her lips. Finally she said, "This is a better blow job than this boy Blake I broke used to give. Mmm... feels to me like this is your calling."

Warren flinched at her use of the term blow job. He hadn't thought about it like this. Her tip fell from his lips and he asked, "Broke... like in two pieces?"

Barbara chuckled. "Put my cock back in that sweet mouth and I'll tell you." Warren stretched his mouth open wide and drew her tip back inside. His lips rolled down her stiff shaft easier this time. "I mean broke as in, well, like a horse. Oh dear... mmm, your tongue is too wonderful for words. You see, I wasn't always as nice as I am now. I was a bitch when I was younger. When I wanted a guy, I told him, 'You can give it to me nicely or I can take it not so nicely.' Most of them chose wisely. And the ones that didn't wished they had."

Warren coated her cock with as much saliva as he could. His tongue caressed the underside of her cock. "Blake was one of them. He was one hell of a runner. I know because he got away twice. That only made me want him more. Mmmmm, squeeze my balls. Anyway, I finally caught him. He blew me like his life depended on it because he didn't want me to take his ass." Barbara paused. She gave her shaft a stroke from the base until her fingers bumped into Warren's lips. "The joke was on him. I took him in the backseat of his '78 Dodge. I must have pounded that boy for damn close to an hour on account of already cumming once."

Warren knew he'd just heard a story he needed to digest, but all Warren wanted to do right now was digest her essence. Her knob was so large that it caused Warren's cheeks to bulge out. He could feel her cock push a little deeper into his mouth. Barbara was bucking her hips up to meet his mouth. Warren responded by sucking her deeper in. Another inch of her thick python was engulfed inside the warmth of his mouth. He realized that her cock was communicating to him that she'd be filling his stomach soon. It kept twitching in his mouth. He bobbed his head around her and a string of precum shot from her mushroom.

Barbara couldn't keep her body still. Her moans kept him going; kept his little mouth working to envelope more of her cock. Her hips snapped up and caused her cock head to pop out of his mouth and hit his forehead. Warren's small hand wrapped around her shaft. She was so thick that his fingers couldn't begin to meet. The tight skin of her shaft was so gnarled and warm. Warren gave it a tentative squeeze as he sucked.

"I'm gonna be shooting soon. You're too good at this, dear. Mmmm...." Her engorged cock pulsed inside his mouth. Warren noticed her shaft felt stiffer now. Barbara's hands held his head harder. She forced Warren to take more of her vieny monster. His eyes bugged out. He looked at her with sudden fear on his face as her mushroom bulged against the opening of his throat. "Relax," she told him softly. "Let it happen. I need to cum. I need to go deeper... keep stroking me." Barbara watched him intently, unwilling to stop pulling him lower.

Warren's throat struggled around her massive tip. His face was red and he could feel tears well up in his eyes. They stared at one another, her cock burying itself in his throat. Warren stroked from the root of Barbara's cock to midshaft and then back down again. "Here you go, darling. Here it is. All I can give. It's for you!" she cried. Barbara's eyes shut. Her cock lurched forward in his throat and the first shot exploded from her tip and whipped down Warren's throat. He recovered quickly, swallowing the next shot and then the next. Warren swallowed desperately, but there was too much of it. Her seed flooded his mouth.

Her dick kept spewing. Shot after shot of the thick goo gushed down his throat. Warren kept pumping her shaft. His other hand squeezed her balls. He was close to drowning in the stuff. Barbara wasn't so much holding his head anymore as she was lovingly stroking it. Her last drops spilled down his throat. As her cock started to shrink, Warren's lips slipped down Barbara's length. He was able to savor her flavor now. Barbara watched his eyes shut as he swallowed the last mouthful of her load.

***

The next week was the best of Warren's life. He had a bed. He had a real home to live in, and he couldn't have been happier about getting away from his mom. Warren sucked Barbara's cock and swallowed her seed usually twice a day. Barbara even taught him how to rim her asshole. They were often undressed around one another. Both of them usually swam that way now. Their games in the pool increased. Sometimes their pool games would end in a blow job and then still, some other times her cock would end up poking against his ass. He was afraid of this at first. Warren knew how tiny his hole was and how large her erection was.

Sometimes Barbara would sit behind him on the couch and spread his ass cheeks. She always complimented him on his butt and his butthole. She told him it was beautiful and "fuck ready." Warren let her touch the hole with her cock head. She smeared it with precum and squeezed his little cheeks together.

Warren usually spent some time in her bedroom at night before retiring to his room for sleep. She'd either get a blow job and or they'd cuddle and talk. Warren found himself fascinated by the stories she had of her younger years. It was hard to believe that the woman who had been nicest to him in his life could have done some of the things she told him of. Barbara relished these memories and would recall them glowingly. She called the things she did... and made men do, youthful indiscretions.

One night Warren was in her bed. He was naked except for a pair of briefs. Barbara was completely naked. She laid on her side next to him, running her hand along his back and letting her erection rest across his bottom. She was just finishing up a story about the time she fucked a door-to-door salesman who couldn't stop staring at her tits long enough to try to sell her on his product. She had wanted the thing that didn't cost a thing from him, his tender, vulnerable asshole. And she took it.

"Why don't you sleep in here with me tonight?" she asked Warren as though she'd just thought of it.

"Yeah," he told her. Warren stretched out on her bed, clearly enjoying the way she rubbed his back.

Barbara leaned in closer to him and blew hot air on his ear. She started to nibble at his earlobe. Barbara whispered, "What would you say if I told you I want to stuff your little ass with my cock?"

Warren turned toward her and Barbara kissed him full on the lips for the first time. Their tongues tangled together as her erection squeezed between their stomachs. "I'd ask if it hurts," he replied.

She licked at his neck and responded, "Mmhmmm... for a while. It feels good too. I was afraid my first time. He was a lot smaller than me too. I'd understand if you didn't want to. But I have to say, I think you'd like it, dear."

"Do it," he whispered.

Barbara didn't say anything. She looked into his eyes and then sat up on the bed. Barbara spread her palms over his ass cheeks. She flipped her fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down his legs and off. Barbara licked her fingers and pressed it between his cheeks. She covered his little hole with spit. She stroked her cock until it was leaking precum. Warren winced when he felt the warm liquid drop onto his opening. She spread one cheek from the other in her strong hand and pressed a finger into his entrance. His sphincter contracted hard around her finger. She pushed in deep and then slowly drew in and out of his vulnerable wrinkle.

She calmly withdrew her finger and told him, "It's gonna be my cock next. Don't panic." Barbara worked up more precum and coated her shaft with it. She slid past his cheeks and let the head sit at his entrance. "The first few inches are going in fast so it won't hurt as bad for long. It's ok, darling."

Warren felt the tip press into him and then in a flash Barbara thrust her cock through his defenseless sphincter. Warren cried out, clutching at the pillow under him. He felt like she'd split him in two. Barbara pressed her body down on his. Her tits squashed against his back and she whispered, "That might just have been the worst of it. I'll go slow. Oh fuck, you're tight." Barbara moaned into his ear. "I'll go slow..." she repeated again. The feeling was unlike any Warren had ever experienced. His tender insides clutched her pole with everything he had. Barbara was steady, slowly skewering him an inch at a time.

Warren groaned. Finally he felt their bodies meet. Barbara's balls rested against his. She told him, "Get used to it. Your ass is so wonderful, darling. We shouldn't have waited so long to do this." Barbara flexed her womanhood inside him. "Don't think about the pain. Listen to my voice. I know how much it hurts at first. I've had plenty of big rods jammed up my rear end." He gripped her pole even tighter. Barbara grabbed her tits and rolled them around the back of his head. She squeezed his head between them to occupy him while the pain passed. Warren whimpered, mumbling that it was ok to keep going.

Barbara took much care in withdrawing her cock. The inches slipped from his asshole. She pulled out until only the head was left inside him. She humped him gently. The urges she'd developed as a young sexually active t-girl years ago were to impale him and fuck his guts out. She tried to resist them. His muscles squeezed her shaft as she pressed in. The friction her length encountered on the way back in were like fireworks of pleasure for her all going off at once.

She started a string of thrusts into him. Warren's pain started to dull, he had this feeling of alleviation. The pain he felt became something else. It was steadily turning into a new kind of pleasure. Barbara started to fuck him a little harder. She relished deflowering his sweet bottom. Barbara always loved the power it gave her. Having her penis buried inside a man meant they were at her mercy. Barbara groped his young body, digging her entire length into him.

"It isn't so bad, is it? You're doing such a good job, dear. I'm gonna go harder now." Barbara, her cock still buried inside, pulled herself off his body and lifted him by his hips. She started to give it to him doggy style. Barbara's hips jabbed into him. Warren grunted. "Mmmm.... baby... darling... you're taking it so much better than I thought you would." Barbara's thrusts were so deliberate, she was taming and teaching his asshole how to be a good, dutiful fuckhole. "You're as tight as I've ever had. You feel so good... so slippery and tight. I love it." Barbara threw her weight behind a deep stroke and moaned, "Fucking love it!"

"Take me," Warren whispered at first. Barbara pounded him harder. "Take me." he said again. "Fuck me!" His ass took every thick, experienced inch.

Barbara drove her length into him. Her balls slapped against his. She crushed him into the bed and hammered his hole like she hadn't fucked in ages. Warren, for his part, humped his little ass back at her. His butt felt like it was on fire and he needed more. Barbara's thrusts became increasingly desperate. She screamed, "Oh FUCK! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill your ass so deep!"

Warren's muscles clamped down even harder around her girth. He was sweating and so was she. He voiced his pleasure in groans. Barbara buried herself inside him and let out a loud, primal cry of pleasure. Warren grasped the sheets, moaning. He felt his own hard cock start to spew against the bed. Barbara's cock pulsed; her cock hit a spot so deep inside him and then she exploded. Barbara came and came. Warren was completely filled with her love goo.

She collapsed on top of him, her cock continued to spit strands of ejaculate which coated his insides. "That was so damn good. I got you and filled you good," she panted. Barbara had a satisfied smile on her lips. She reached around Warren, who was just recovering from his orgasm, and found the sheet under him covered in cum. She gave his cock a stroke, "You shot your load, too. Mmm..."

Barbara laid on top of him afterward. She kissed and whispered things to him. It was minutes before she finally got off of him and said she'd be right back. Warren turned around on the bed. His ass was sore, but in a lot of ways, it was a pleasant soreness. Barbara was grinning ear to ear when she returned to the bedroom. Warren watched her cock swing between her legs. She had a camera in her hands.

"What's that for?" he asked.

Barbara snapped a photo of him. Then another. "I know you won't be around here forever. You came and that's all the proof I need to know this is the life you're gonna have." Warren's face turned red as he considered the truth to it. "You're going to find a girl your own age who does what I just did. I want things to remember you by." Barbara snapped another photo of him.

He was a little embarrassed at first that she was taking pictures of him with cum dripping from his ass, but then he realized that was exactly what she wanted. Warren started to get more into it. He posed for the camera. Her cock was growing. He wrapped his hands around the shaft and put it up to his face *snap*. He rubbed his cheek along it *snap*. Warren kissed the tip *snap*. He turned around and spread his sticky cheeks *snap*.

***

Warren woke up the next morning in her bed. He could smell breakfast cooking. Warren slid off the bed. A dull ache reminding him of their activities last night. He smiled to himself. Warren groggily walked into the kitchen.

"Good news," Barbara told him warmly. She was flipping pancakes.

"Hmm?"

"My niece is going to spend the rest of the summer with us." Barbara sounded almost giddy. "I told her about you staying with me. Even sent her one of those photos I took of you. I can't wait til you see her cock. She really reminds me of myself when I was younger. We're gonna have so much fun together." Barbara flashed him a big grin.

There were two of them? There were going to be two of them under one roof with him? Warren's legs went weak.