TrUberSex: Mama Told Me Not to Come (792 hits)
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Submitted by Flash Harry (View user info) at 2008-05-13 06:01:37 EDT
It all began, I suppose, in the first week of high school. Pamela McKechnie, her name was. My teenage sweetheart. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and wore a huge orange jacket. My friend said that her friend said that she said I had nice eyes. I fell instantly in love with this angel, this princess. I swore that one day she would be mine.
Fast forward five years. Five years of laying the foundations, of friendship, of watching with bulging eyes how her breasts suddenly blossomed over one summer holiday. After five years of planning, scheming, and cajoling, she was finally in my bedroom. Alone.
I was a decent catch. I worked in McDonalds after school, and had more money than I knew what to do with. I lavished her with tasteless gifts, me-to-you bears and jewellery from vending machines. I was quite the comedian, too, having practically started a riot by using the word 'succumb' during an English lesson. The potential ambiguity and innuendo of this term drove the masses into half an hour of wild mirth, which was only ended when the bell rang to signal the end of the period. I was a hero, and my teacher regarded me suspiciously from behind his spectacles. I was one of the first boys to develop hairy cheeks, and had the audacity to pretend they were side-burns. This fuzzy growth brought me quite a following too, with smooth-faced chumps quizzing me for shaving techniques and my equipment recommendations.
Pamela McKechnie, however, was an absolute peach. She had been one of the first girls to wear a bra to school, and had taken great pleasure in allowing some of the guys to practice un-fastening it during Science. Her greatest quality however, in my eyes at least, was her experience.
She had gone out with a guy two years above us for a while and, so the rumour went, had given him a hand-job. She might even have sucked him off. I longed to ask the greatest question of them all: had she fucked him?
The ensuing logic was, naturally, that she would be happy to repeat her duvet gymnastics with me. By wanking one guy off, she had set the bar; she owed me one, too. At least that's the way my sixteen year-old mind saw it.
So, finally, she was in my bedroom. We were there, officially, to study together for upcoming exams. I knew better, though. Her thong appeared from underneath her denims far too often, and she yawned, stretching her elbows back and pushing her titties out, far too salaciously for me to doubt my chances.
The presence of my mother in the house was the only obstacle. She had greeted Pamela with a cheery smile, and poured us generous glasses of Sunny Delight, but as she watched us stomp upstairs together I knew her maternal nerves were fraying. I was sixteen, but Pamela was a month shy of that number, and thus a minor. I showed my prize into the bedroom, which I had tidied and drenched in Lynx deodorant. I was relishing in my 'Mr. Smooth' persona when mother yelled 'keep the door open!', negating any hopes that this would be an easy ride.
Fast forward. After showing Pamela the loose weights lying strategically around my room and chosen Ocean Colour Scene's Moseley Shoals to serenade her with, things were getting interesting. Since there was only my single bed for us to lounge on, we were laying side-by-side in very close proximity. Our bodies touched from our feet up to our shoulders as we flicked through the textbooks and giggled to ourselves.
The little minx draped a leg across my thigh as I tried to explain a physics equation to her. As she did so, her t-shirt rode up and her thong peeked at me from its position on her hip-bone.
It was inevitable that I would get a hard-on. She knew it as well as I did. She encouraged it in fact, rubbing her leg gently into my crotch, feeling for the reaction she expected. My little fellow didn't disappoint. She gasped mockingly as my stiffening cock grew against her thigh.
Fast forward. Pamela straddles me, showering me with wet kisses and choking me with her tongue. I fear my cock might explode, such is the rigidity in it. I lay frozen, my hands holding her waist, utterly terrified of what might happen next. I desperately try to remember every second of this wonderful tart's assault. She grinds her bottom down on me, causing me to groan in anger, frustration and lust. And then, with a wicked grin, she slides down to the foot of the bed.
I was wearing tracksuit bottoms, which meant there was no buttons or zips to compete with. Pamela McKechnie pulled the waistband down and out popped my cock, almost slapping her in the face with its excitement.
I'd had two blowjobs before, but they weren't very good. Vandalised play-parks, cold Scottish air and teenage teeth are not an alluring combination. Such experiences usually ended not with a winning cumshot, but with a neighbour interrupting us as he walked his dog.
It seemed the rumours were true about this girl. Not only was I convinced she had sucked cock before, she was in fact reasonably skilled at it. My pink soldier vanished into her mouth and re-appeared wet, shiny and dribbling. It was everything I had ever hoped and I knew it wouldn't take long. She squeezed a tiny hand around it, stroking up and down. It was all over. So quick, so easy. Any second now...All those years of laying the groundwork were not in vain. I was going to spunk in Pamela McKechnie's mouth...
The bedroom door, previously ajar, swung open. Pamela darted away like a hunted rabbit, slipping my throbbing cock back into my trousers as she did so. It trapped underneath the waist-band, pinned to my stomach. My mother, who stood in the doorway, couldn't see it. Nor did she appear to have seen what had been happening. Pamela stood next to the window, as though deep in thought, and turned to give the prying bitch a cheerful smile.
"Hi kids! I just came to check what you wanted for dinner?" mother asked helpfully.
I was unable to answer. For a moment I lay in limbo, still teetering on the brink of orgasm. Pamela's skills had been removed just at the point of no return...I was helpless. My cock swelled as the first trickle of warm spunk travelled up it and squirted out onto my stomach.
I gripped the bedsheets with white knuckles, and let out an involuntary groan. Mother stared at me expectantly.
"Uuuuugghh..."
"What?"
Another twitch of my balls, and another load filled up my cock and spurted out, filling my belly-button.
I swallowed hard, trying to regain control of my tongue. "Pizza?" I managed. My top lip quivered like Elvis, and my thighs trembled uncontrollably with the waves of pleasure that flowed through my groin.
"Pizza? Pamela, do you like pizza?"
Pamela realised what was happening. A huge wet patch was growing on my t-shirt, and she giggled. "Yes, thank you," she answered sweetly.
"What kind of pizza? I have chicken or pepperoni," asked mother as I deposited another huge puddle of cum onto myself.
"Chicken," answered Pamela, coming to my rescue.
"That okay with you?" my mother asked me. I nodded, red-faced, biting my lip as another orgasmic wave gripped my limbs.
"Okay, well I'll call you when it's ready." With that, she toddled out, leaving the bedroom door wide open.
Once I heard her go down all the stairs, I collapsed on the bed and released my cock. Another dribble of warm spunk oozed out. My stomach was caked in it, and my t-shirt was soaked.
Pamela McKechnie just stood and laughed. After dinner, she went home and I never had another chance with her. After all those years of infatuation, I never got to cum in her sweet little mouth. Instead, I had the dubious honour of spunking in front of my mum.
User Reviews
Submitted by czwij (user info) at 2008-05-14 08:31:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
haHA!
funny. good.
Submitted by messmind (user info) at 2008-05-13 13:50:11 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by HurtByTheSun (user info) at 2008-05-13 13:30:42 EDT (#)
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That picture is horrific.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:45:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Excellent...
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:28:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-05-13 17:24:27 BST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome, well done!
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Are you congratulating me for the writing, or the act of spunking as I chatted with mum?
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:25:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:25:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Banjo (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:24:27 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome, well done!
Submitted by Lib (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:23:45 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by monkeyswithguns (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:22:01 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Jeanneee (user info) at 2008-05-13 12:19:30 EDT (#)
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This is going to be a tough one to top. I might just have to forfeit and claim I forgot because of all the pot I smoked.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2008-05-13 11:34:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-05-13 10:39:24 EDT (#)
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
sniff*
AH HAAA HAAAAA!
Mis Fortune smiled upon you.
what are you sniffing sicko?! his balls? your fingers? what?
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-13 11:29:52 EDT (#)
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Oooops.
Think I had better just stay away.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-05-13 11:29:15 EDT (#)
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*pukes double*
ie a lot.
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-05-13 10:57:35 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Squirrelly_Girl (user info) at 2008-05-13 09:36:32 EDT (#)
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"Pamela McKechnie pulled the waistband down and out popped my cock, almost slapping her in the face with its excitement."
Holy crap that was funnier than watching dyslexic kids play scrabble.
Submitted by shadow (user info) at 2008-05-13 10:39:24 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
sniff*
AH HAAA HAAAAA!
Mis Fortune smiled upon you.
Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2008-05-13 10:02:41 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This makes me wish i remembered more.
Submitted by Squirrelly_Girl (user info) at 2008-05-13 09:36:32 EDT (#)
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"Pamela McKechnie pulled the waistband down and out popped my cock, almost slapping her in the face with its excitement."
Holy crap that was funnier than watching dyslexic kids play scrabble.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-05-13 09:26:39 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by FALLEN (user info) at 2008-05-13 09:23:38 EDT (#)
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funny
**overused baseball metaphor for a home run**
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2008-05-13 08:41:09 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Man the number of times I've had to whip it back into the trousers because someone was coming along.
Thats why I recommend 'Baggie Pants' a quick and convenient solution to all your 'I've just come in my pants again problems'. Just whip off your old crusty pants and remove the fresh clean pair of 'Baggie Pants' from its wipe clean bag. Each pair of 'Baggie Pants' is made of 100% recyled Underpants, so you are helping the environment too. Place old crusties in the 'Baggie Pants' patented 'Stay Soggy' bag and you are good to go. Every order of 10 'Baggie Pants' comes with 5, count it 5, rose scented Hygeine wipes.
Dont Delay, Buy them today, you dirty Little bastard you!
Submitted by lostnphound (user info) at 2008-05-13 08:24:54 EDT (#)
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BWAHAHA
Submitted by orph (user info) at 2008-05-13 07:53:58 EDT (#)
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Very good.
Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2008-05-13 07:46:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very a musing. The first time I ever nearly spunked in a girls mouth it some how ended up in her arm pit... that was odd... awkward... and slightly arousing... I jest! It wasn't awkward...
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2008-05-13 07:20:06 EDT (#)
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Man I miss being a teenager.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-05-13 07:01:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:48:06 EDT (#)
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Get a girly to lick it out. That's the easiest way to take care of it.
.....What?
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That is revolting. Seriously you'd do that? The belly button is like, the nastiest part of the whole anatomy. For realz, that is grimmer than ATM.
Pretty hawt that you'd do it though. I mean to say; wow.
Submitted by TheGoat (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:53:45 EDT (#)
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ha ha
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:49:41 EDT (#)
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I like your style, LM.
Like it a lot.
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:48:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Get a girly to lick it out. That's the easiest way to take care of it.
.....What?
Submitted by F.J.Bell (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:43:14 EDT (#)
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Ever had to clean spunk from a hairy belly-button? Its an extensive operation. I had to get my toothbrush involved and everything...
*shudders*
Submitted by LittleMonster (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:33:55 EDT (#)
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ahahahahhahahahahahhahahahah *chokes* ahahahahhahahahahahahhahaha
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:27:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Alright, not that hilarious but still amusing.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-05-13 06:26:42 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Marvellous.