Still A Secret

It was that afternoon when Anni had lolling horny and lascivious on the old mat for a long time before she had masturbated to madness. I knelt in front of her, had my little one in my hand and horned up on her masturbating. My first squirt stretched as a thin thread over her belly before I squirted it all splashed on her skinny thighs. Suddenly Willi grabbed her under the buttocks and pushed his cock into the open little hole in a flash. Anni flinched in complete surprise and screamed "Hey!" as her hymen tore now completely; but Willi was now lying heavily on top of her and his thick cock drove deep into her little vagina, she cried out again and had to spread her legs painfully wide, because Willi was big and wide. "But please don't squirt inside!" whimpered Anni horrified, but he penetrated again with a push deep into her slender abdomen, she sighed and twitched, as if in orgasm, and listened with wide open eyes inside.

I leaned forward and looked spellbound at her vagina, at the labia that clasped his cock taut to the breaking point and slid down it like a frog's mouth when he pulled out. Willi thrust into her a few more times, thrusting his cock deep into her vagina and still holding her with a vice. He pulled the cock almost all the way out again before thrusting it all the way in. I watched in fascination as her hairless, bloody reddened slit closed tightly around his thick cock and sucked on it while he pumped jerkily a few more times and just squirted inside her. Anni's eyes snapped open and she shrieked, then she pushed him away and rolled to the side. Willi knelt there with a stupid face and splashed the rest on the floor. The whole thing had taken only seconds.

Anni was terribly angry and howling, sobbing over and over how mean he was, then she squatted down with her legs straddled and let the slime and let the mucus run out, running her finger in to get it all out. Willi's head had turned red and he just grinned stupidly as Anni finally ran off crying.

As much as I struggled to squirt that night — it just didn't work. When the mother noticed my desperation, she pressed me tenderly to her chest and tentatively and shyly groped for my cock. She asked again what was wrong. I evaded, but she persisted, and gently stroked me gently, up and down, while I told her everything — or almost everything —about Hildegard, who had masturbated very violently that afternoon; because that had also very excited me. I squirted after only a few moments. She continued to ask, listened and kept silent, and I had to tell her the rest as well, during which she again rubbed the foreskin back and forth very quickly until it squirted. But it wasn't enough, so after a while I whispered that I really needed it again, then I crawled onto her belly and hugged her fiercely. She began to tremble violently because my cock, which was impatiently looking for her slit, was still dripping wet from squirting and her slit was soon completely smeared with my semen.

I had to tell her again once again tell her how Hildegard had done it exactly, while I slid a little deeper than usual into the slit. She reached for me to stop me, but she pressed her abdomen trembling against me at the same time and asked in a whisper how it was with the Anni and she pushed the tail firmly back and forth, although the cock was already pretty deep inside. Hoarsely, I reported anew what Willi had done with Anni, and while Willi dug his cock faster and deeper into Anni, she pressed my cock firmly with every movement of her jerking hand firmly into her trembling vagina. In between she paused and rubbed the glans firmly on her clit, at the same time rotating her ass in circles. When Willi thrust in hard and squirted it all in, she continued rubbing with hasty strokes from her wrist and pressed the whole cock firmly into the slit again. I was silent with excitement while she continued to jerk me harder and harder. She had her eyes closed and jerked me as if it were her cock that she was jerking wildly. She rubbed so frantically and so furiously that it squirted juicily a few times while she was doing it to me and I was still inside, but she kept jerking as if she hadn't noticed. She was shaking badly when she stopped and pulled it out half–heartedly, leaving the tired residue spilling out of the squirting little monster over her pubic.

I lay panting next to her and whispered excitedly that it was almost like real fucking. She flinched a little and shook her head. "No, no, that was not fucking, because fucking we are not allowed!" For the hundredth time she whispered powerlessly that we had to stop all this because otherwise it would end in disaster. Then we hugged each other for a long time, and I was now quite sure that she had not noticed from all the excitement that I had really squirted inside everything. I felt the trembling of my mother for a long time and smiled because we had almost fucked properly and because it had squirted in a very small bit. No, because it had squirted all inside. Mother was still trembling and sat down at the table, where she slowly drank one glass after another, while I gradually fell asleep.

At dawn I awoke because it seemed to me that I felt hasty movements beside me. Suddenly I was awake, felt the rapid, violent movements and her excitement. I smelled the pungent smell of liquor she gave off and felt her heart beating furiously, the fire blazing under her skin, like Anni's, just before she orgasmed. Driven by curiosity, I turned to her in the darkness and palmed her greedily, but she didn't like that at all now and turned away energetically, toward the wall. She was instantly frozen when I touched her, when my groping fingers touched her sweaty, feverishly trembling and shivering body. I continued to palpate her, even though she had curled up and turned away. She wanted to continue and was already pushing against the wall, but when I stroked her nipples and then her cunt, she started to sigh deeply again and no longer resisted. Slowly she turned back and opened her thighs again willingly. Despite my excitement, I instinctively got that this did her good.

I lay diagonally behind her, pressed myself against her buttocks and grasped with my hand around her waist to bury the fingers deep in her wet pubic. I stroked and rubbed, she groaned and moaned, but after a while I stopped irritated when our fingers suddenly touched. I had never seen her so aroused, her masturbation was new and exciting for me and this excitement had a contagious effect. With the wet hand that had just been rooting around in her wet pubic, I began to wank and pushed my pelvis quite horny forward, along the fold of her ass, until my cock touched her pubic, where I felt quite clearly how her labia danced back and forth with the rapid movement of her fingers. I didn't stop until I was between her labia and suddenly had the image of Willi and Anni in front of my eyes. Finally, I thought excitedly, finally we fucked properly, but she seemed to have forgotten me completely and continued masturbating impatiently panting. I pushed the cock only a few centimeters in and out, because further I did not dare, and insecure I was also, because she was was completely absent and masturbated furiously fast. After a few minutes, she orgasmed loudly and pressed her butt down hard to jerk it over my cock until it was in deep, which scared me terribly. It felt like a warm, wet slug was wrapping itself around my cock and licking it off with a hot tongue. Like a mouth it pulsed around my cock and seemed to want to swallow it convulsively. She thrust at me a couple of times; I flinched as if struck by lightning, but she pressed me ironically and firmly into her orgasm. I screamed and squirted, I squirted and screamed and heard her moan and whimper; and only now did I thrust deeper inside, let it squirt in further and further pulsating. Her whimpering became quieter.

As if struck down I lay there and crying because I had done such a despicable thing. My mother hid under the blanket and cried as well. "My God," she sobbed softly, "my God!" After a while, she dragged herself into the kitchen, and I heard her washing her hole, crying. I felt so miserable that I wanted to die. How could I do this to her! When she came back in, with hard looking eyes I cried again, my heart full of fear and anxiety, until she broke the silence and whispered that it wasn't my fault. I understood nothing and howled myself to sleep.

The next morning we had breakfast in silence and in a very depressed mood, and I felt that there was a rift between us that would not heal for a long time.