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Subject: {ASSM} Doing it for Mama 1 (mf, experimentation, MF, mF, inc)
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wrong address. Also, I corrected things in the header
and I am now resubmitting. I am sending all five parts
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Author: Twominds8202@yahoo.com (mf experimentation, MF, mF inc)
Title: Doing it for Mama 1
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Part 1 of 5
During World War II, in the larger cities of the United States, many
friendly families lived two or three to a house. Housing was in short supply,
and expensive. With children and shift work, it was a trick to manage all the
different schedules, but it was doable and nobody seemed to complain at our
house. We were Americans, and out to defeat the Axis; a sacrifice of
convenience was a small price to pay.
It was just such an arrangement with Whit and Ruth and twelve year
old Jacob, in their little frame house in Toledo, Ohio. Their friends, Wiley
and Beatrice and daughter Lessa, were especially close. They had known
each other back in New Berlin, Ohio, and Lessa's family followed Jacob's
family to Toledo when the demand for workers and wages rose.
Jacob could not remember when he didn't know them. Back in their
New Berlin days, they went on vacations and outings together, visited at
least twice a week and were never really happy unless the other family was
there.
When Lessa's dad and mother finally got a job, and made plans to
move to Toledo, they could not find lodgings of their own. It was only
natural that Whit and Ruth invite them to stay with them and split the
expenses. A lot of families were doing that through the war.
So Jacob's house was a busy place. In addition to the extra family,
other relatives of both families made frequent visits and overnight stays.
Some of them were young servicemen on furloughs; they shuttled in and out
of the little house, staying only for a few days at a time. Sometimes they
slept on a blanket in the floor, or if they were lucky, and a bed was available
for a few hours, they would sleep there. They bore all this inconvenience for
the love of their Uncle Sam. Tom Brokaw called this "The Greatest
Generation."
Lessa was a beautiful blonde girl of ten. Because she was somewhat
the age of Jacob, who was twelve, they often played together in a vacant lot
beside their house. One summer afternoon, Jacob noticed Lessa in the
vacant lot, squatting at the edge of a puddle of water, scraping in the
perimeter of the puddle with a Maxwell House Coffee can.
He walked up beside here and said, "Whatcha doin'?"
"Oh nothin'," she said, and she scraped the can full of black mud, then
she bounced it several times on a board, which lay between her bare feet.
She upended the can, and out popped a perfect, round mudpie, right beside
one she had already made.
As he squatted down, Jacob's eyes came to rest on her white delicate
feet. Each toenail was topped with red polish. Jacob had remembered seeing
them in sandals on Sunday at church. On that day, they were under a white
starched dress that stood out from her waist like an inverted "V" and ended
at her knees. It fascinated Jacob that such dainty feet were now crusted with
dried mud. Wet mud oozed up between her toes. He loved the way she
crooked her toes and dug them into the soft earth.
"You're running out of pie stuff. Let me get you some fresh dough on
the other side," he said, and took the blue, shallow can from her. As he
squatted on the opposite edge of the puddle, he saw that her worn, pink dress
had ridden up to her thighs, and revealed her crotch, layered over with her
onetime white panties. Jacob took note of how her panties had become dirty
and damp from the mud and water splashing up on them. After all, that's
why he had positioned himself as he had.
"Your mom is going to spank your rear end, you've got so dirty!"
Jacob said. Lessa paused, holding her hands up and looking at them as if it
were the first time she noticed how splotched she was.
"Uh-oh," she said, "I'll just rinse off in the puddle."
Then she immediately stood up, and so did Jacob. She stepped over
the mud and into the center of the puddle, bent and sluiced her hands about
in the water. Then she hoisted her dress above her knees, and happily
splashed her feet in and out of the water. Jacob jumped back. She then
stepped out, with the muddy water running off her legs and feet. "Is that
better?" she laughed.
"A little bit, but you're still dirty," he said. "Come around to the side
of the house and let me wipe your feet off with my hankie."
"OK" and they walked around the front of their house to the side door,
under a green and white striped awning where there was a concrete step.
Lessa sat down on the step and Jacob removed his handkerchief from his hip
pocket, and squatted down in front of her.
"Hold up your foot," he said, and she did. He took it tenderly into his
hands, pressing it tentatively, and wiped it gently with his clean
handkerchief, careful to wipe between each of her toes. Then he said, "Let
me have your other foot," She obeyed, suspending her clean, right foot in the
air. As he wiped left foot, she unconsciously, Jacob thought, rested her
clean, right foot on his crotch. Leaning back on her elbows, Lessa watched
intently as he wiped..
"Mmm, Jacob, that feels good," she said, preoccupied with the
sensation. In her relaxation, she waggled the foot on his crotch, and Jacob
immediately felt a shaky feeling all over, especially at the base of his penis;
it began to grow under her touch. She flexed the toes of her foot now,
increasing the movement, and consequently Jacob's enjoyment. Then she
stopped moving suddenly. "What's that?" she asked.
"What?" Jacob responded.
Waggling her right foot again, she said, "That thing, under my foot."
"Oh--that's...that's my peter," he said smiling, trying to be off-
handed. He started to wipe her foot again. "Sometimes it grows like that.
He paused nervously. It feels good against your foot."
She said nothing for a moment, but she kept her foot still, though with
a definite pressure. "Your hands feel good on my feet too, Jacob."
Jacob slowed down his wiping and enjoyed the moment. As he did,
he began to wipe higher, up on her ankle. "You splashed up here too," he
said.
Lessa then reached for the skirt of her dress and pulled it up, revealing
short, but graceful white legs, streaked with dried tracks of water. "I think
I'm dirty all the way up," she said.
Jacob looked into her blue eyes, which were staring back at him, very
wide. He rubbed his damp handkerchief higher and higher along her left leg
until he felt his knuckles brush her crotch. He felt the dampness from the
puddle on her panties and nudged against them.
"I don't have no peter," Lessa said." and she kneaded his penis gently
with her toes. "I have a virginia instead.
Jacob was glad that he now knew the proper name for her thing,
"virginia."
"How come your peter's hard?" she asked.
"I don't know, it does that when I touch it sometimes."
"Could I see?" asked Lessa.
Jacob looked around him. "Not here, let's go in the house."
They stood up, and Jacob saw that his penis was making his pants
stick out, so he tried to hold the handkerchief in front of himself. They
opened the door and went into the short passage, up a couple of steps, passed
the bathroom on their right, and into the living room. The only person home
was Jacob's mother. She was the housewife for this extended working
family, busy in the kitchen, getting supper ready for Jacob's father and
Lessa's father and mother, both of whom labored at the Willys Factory,
making Jeeps. They could see her through the door into the kitchen. Their
destination lay through the living room to the hallway; it took them within
sight of the kitchen entrance. Jacob put his finger to his lips to make sure
Lessa was quiet. He saw his mother working on the far side, near the sink
with her back turned, and she paid no attention to them. The two children
walked silently by, and into the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
Lessa's mother's 20-year-old brother, Gifford, was asleep in the first
bedroom. He was a twenty-year old-sailor, and on a furlough from the war.
He was using his furlough up by partying every night, and sleeping late
every day. None of the family tried to wake him because they figured he
deserved to sleep late since he was "fighting the Japanese for us." The two
children tiptoed down the hall with Jacob in the lead, headed for his parents'
unoccupied bedroom. As they were about to pass the open door of the first
bedroom, they were startled...Gifford's muscular body was lying on top of
the bedcovers, in his boxer shorts, snoring gently. His great penis had
worked its way out of his shorts and stood erect, redheaded, and pointing at
a slight angle toward the ceiling. Jacob had seen his father's penis in the
bathtub, but it was nothing like this!
"Look at that, Lessa!" Jacob whispered.
Lessa brought her hands up to her face and covered her eyes. "What
is that?" she whispered to Jacob.
"That's his peter! Come on, let's get closer." He took Lessa's hand
and approached the bed. Her other hand still covered her face, and she
peeked between her fingers. As they drew close to the bed they smelled a
faint mixture of stale cigarettes, beer, and whatever fragrance Gifford's
circumcised penis contributed to the atmosphere. They stood hand in hand
before the young man, enthralled by the spectacle, Lessa on the left, Jacob
on the right. Jacob's own penis seemed to be stretching out to its full
extremity as they watched.
Lessa lowered her hand from her eyes, then leaned toward Jacob and
eyeing the bulge in his pants. She whispered in his ear, "Let's crawl under
the bed."
The bed was a high, old-fashioned iron bedstead with wire springs,
and the clearance underneath was almost two feet, built high, to catch the
heat; that was the principle. Since Gifford had collapsed on top of the thin
bedspread, they had to move it aside in order to crawl under, but the
advantage was that when it returned to its place, it completely draped them
from sight. They lay down on their backs.
Then the tiny blond girl whispered to Jacob, "Let me see your peter."
Jacob whispered, "It's not big like Gifford's." He was feeling a little
intimidated.
Lessa giggled quietly, "I know, I felt it with my foot. He's a grown
up man and you're just a boy."
Jacob felt a little better, he thought. He was cramped a bit but he
managed to loosen his belt and slide down his pants and shorts and stretch
out his legs for her to see. It was still hard, and she crawled over to him and
looked closely. She reached her finger out slowly and touched it. Jacob had
not been circumcised, so the foreskin partially covered the head of his erect
three-inch penis.
"Oh Jacob! Your peter is beautiful!" she whispered. "It don't smell
bad like Uncle Gifford's."
"Really?"
"Yes, and it don't look like it either. She slid the foreskin around on
its slickening head. What's this skin?"
"I don't know. My daddy has skin on his too."
Then leaning her little blonde head close, she suddenly squeezed him
very hard. Jacob jumped and she drew back. "I'm sorry Jacob, but it was so
pretty, I had to love on it. I'll show you my virginia now."
Jacob, feeling badly he had spoiled the moment, was nevertheless
rewarded with the sight of her hairless vagina, opened as far as Lessa's
spread legs allowed it to be. A tiny protrusion emitted from between the
crack, like the tip of a red tongue. Lessa's fore-finder touched the tiny lip
that peeked out, and tapped it several times. "That's it!" she whispered.
Jacob drew his face close to examine it, but then he froze as he heard
his mother call, "Jacob!" Then she called Lessa. They were frozen in fear,
staring wide-eyed at each other, completely terrified as they heard her
footsteps coming up the hall.
"Jaco--," he heard his mother whisper loudly, as she paused at the
bedroom door. Then, "Oh Lord!" as she took in the spectacle. Gifford slept
on; they heard him snoring. The children remained still behind the drape of
the bedspread. Jacob heard his mother pad quietly toward the bed. They
both became more rigid in their fear, hardly breathing. Then he heard his
mother expelling short bursts of breath through her mouth. Peeking under
the bedspread, Jacob and Lessa could see the moc toes of Ruth's brown
penny loafers just under the fringe of the bedspread. As they watched they
saw her feet move apart, so that one shoe was about a yard from the other. It
seemed to Jacob he could hear his mother breathing increase its volume, and
she shifted about somehow. After the passage of what seemed a terribly
long time, he heard her quietly walk away.
Jacob and Lessa sat still for a moment, then Jacob whispered, "Let's
get out of here." Jacob pulled up his underwear and pants, and Lessa, pulled
on her panties, and they scooted out from under the bed. They looked back
at Gifford, who was still pointing the way to the ceiling, and still heavily
asleep.
They crept down the hallway and silently into the living room. As
they crossed toward the outer door, Jacob caught a glimpse of his mother at
the sink, frantically peeling potatoes. Her neck had a red streak running up
its side and over her ear. She was rattling pots and pans and splashing water
rather loudly, he thought. He and Lessa went into to the bathroom and
quietly closed and latched the hook and eye on door above them.
Then Jacob became aware of a monumental need to empty his
bladder. "I have to pee-pee," he whispered to Lessa, a little thrill passing
through his groin as he considered urinating in front of Lessa. Then, as she
watched, he pulled his pants down to his knees and stood at the toilet. His
throbbing penis stuck straight out from him, and he was so clogged with
himself he had to force the urine forward. The first painful spurt hit the
raised toilet seat.
"Here," Lessa said, let me hold it for you. Lessa took his penis
between her fingers and guided its direction downward as hard-hitting spurts
churned the water. When he had finished, Lessa shook the remaining drops
from it, then touched a piece of toilet paper to it, blotting it. She continued
to hold him in her hand, though he was less firm now.
Jacob felt the foreskin slipping around under her fingers, and his
erection stirred again. His thighs were trembling. She bent and smacked his
penis with her lips; then looked up into his eyes, and smiled. Then she stood
and raised her dress over her belly. "Let's touch our pee-pees together," she
said. As he came close, she guided his penis with her fingers and pressed
the tip onto the folds just above her vagina. "That feels good!" she said.
She began to press, back off--then, press again.
"Jacob!" his mother called. Jacob jerked away from Lessa and
hurriedly pulled his underwear and pants on.
"Yes Mom!"
"Where are you?"
"In the bathroom! I had to come in and go to the bathroom!" He
hoped his voice was not shaking. He gritted his teeth.
"Is Lessa still outside?" she called.
"Yes, she's waiting for me," he lied.
"Well, when you're through, you go tell her to come in and get
washed up for supper! Your daddy and her folks will be home real soon."
They heard her return to the kitchen, and start putting out plates,
banging them and the silverware down on the table. They exited the
bathroom and stood at an angle peeking through the living room door to the
kitchen and watched her till her back was fully turned. Then they flitted
through the passage, down the two steps. Lessa was first out the door, and
as Jacob put one foot out onto concrete step, he heard his mother's voice
shout, accusingly, "Jacob?"
His heart fell, " Yes Mom?"
"I didn't hear that toilet flush!"
He slammed the door and marched back to the bathroom and flushed
the golden fluid down the commode.
Again she called, "Don't forget to tell Lessa, and you kids get ready
for supper.
"OK Mom, she's just outside the door. Lessa!" I called, "Come on in
and wash up!"
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