Arrrgghh! David sat up and swung himself around to sit Indian-style next to my
mid-section. “Do you ever touch your penis, David,” I asked in an almost husky voice. Sure enough, his little penis began throbbing against his night shirt, and
within a few minutes he was wriggling against me. Within a few seconds, he began breathing heavier. What harm was there in doing what we were doing? But at the moment, I wasn’t really thinking about the
future – I was thinking about my pounding heart and the throbbing in my
vagina. But it is a very private thing,” I said. My little boy had just made love for the
first time! His little penis was now pulsing against
the thin material of his nightshirt, and it had to be obvious to him that
I was aware of what was happening. We must have made quite a sight – me
with one hand in my vagina and another wrapped around my little boy’s
penis; and David’s beautiful, thin, smooth, little-boy body pumping his
penis into my hand while his own little hands clutched my throbbing
nipples.
