Justin Robins - A passionate family

His real mother and a sister! A new home. A new life! He wondered if his mother were as beautiful as he imagined her. He had asked Ma Baylor a hundred times about her – what she looked like, what kind of personality she had, and a hundred other details about the mother he'd never met. He was sure she would be beautiful, soft and kind, an angel on earth. Ma Baylor hadn't told him much except that his mother had dark hair and was petite and pretty, because that was about all the Baylors really knew about Laura Moore.

But Billy had conjured up an image of his mother, that made her a shining, vivacious, lovable creature. He had always dreamed of the day when he would meet her, and now it was here. He had thought of her wishfully every night, after he and Ma Baylor had had that nasty scene.

The sandy-haired thirteen-year-old stared at the scenery flashing by as the train picked up speed, and his mind lapsed back to the Saturday it had happened. Ma Baylor had gone shopping and Pa Baylor had gone to a ballgame. Billy was in the bathroom playing his new game – the game that had almost overnight become his favorite pastime. It felt so good when he played with himself, so good that he saw no reason not to do it often. And though he felt a vague guilt afterwards, he pushed it aside, for he felt too good while he was doing it to ever give it up.

The boys at school had made jokes about his "jerking off", but they didn't make sense to Billy. What it had to do with "fucking" and "balling" and "screwing chicks", he was not sure. He wanted to know, however, and he sensed that someday he would. Pa Baylor had taught him sternly that he was to respect all women and never do anything to a girl that she didn't want him to. He never did go into details as to what this vague "doing something to a girl" was, and Billy had spent many a long hour wondering just what could be done to a girl that she might not like. And – as often as he could, he experimented with his new game – usually in the bathroom, but often while he was in bed, late at night.

This Saturday, though, he hadn't bothered to lock the bathroom door, for he was positive his foster parents would be out for some time. He remembered how good it felt to take his soft young cock into his hand and caress it until it grew rigid, then rub his hand up and down as the delicious friction sent wonderful sensations through the slender shaft and upward into his whole body. Faster and faster his hand moved, his breath coming hard as he approached that magical moment, and his eyes hazed over with pleasure and lust as his mind filled with the joy that was emanating from his loins.

He was possessed by a need to experience that burning, all-encompassing sensation of fulfillment as his brow broke out in beads of sweat. The images in his mind took shape and became a woman's breasts, a soft body, an arm that hugged him close in love and a voice whispered in his ear – the voice of the tall, willowy angel who visited him every night in his dreams.

Sometimes, he would know afterwards that it had been his mother, but now, as he worked frantically to cum, he did not try to match the woman's body to any living creature. But as he felt the sperm begin to bubble up inside his balls and force upward, he murmured pathetically, "Oh, Mommy… Mommy, darling." He was not even aware that he was speaking aloud as he exploded into that delicious world where his body became a living flame of lust.

It was at this precise moment, as the milk white semen shot from his penis to cover his hand, that Ma Baylor entered the bathroom. Her face went white, then red with anger as Billy awkwardly tried to stuff his still-hard penis back inside his cum-smeared pants.

She had marched him into the living room and had given him a stern lecture on the evils of sin – which she considered masturbation to be – and the dire consequences he would suffer if he continued to "play with himself". She had warned that his growth would be stunted, that he would not be able to have children when he married, and that he might go crazy at any moment from his shameful "self-abuse".

Billy had been terrified, but not terrified enough to prevent him from enjoying the forbidden pleasure once again only a few hours later. But it had bothered him immensely, and took a little bit of the excitement and joy from the act, as his mind wrestled with the possibilities of disaster as opposed to the exquisite pleasure he felt. As the days passed, Billy became defiant in his masturbation, and he felt a strange power as he played with his cock, as if he had won a great battle with Ma Baylor.

But now, all that was past. He would no longer have to sneak around under Ma Baylor's suspicious eyes, or listen to her continuing warnings about playing with himself. No one would barge into his bedroom trying to catch him in the act, or forbid him to lock the bathroom door – for he would be loved by his real mother who would treat him like a man.

He would soon be where he belonged, in his own home, with his real mother and sister, and free to do at least as he wished with his own body.

As he anticipated this new and wonderful world, Billy began to doze off, and he was mildly surprised to find that just before he went to sleep, his cock was stiff and erect!

Billy had only a handbag filled with his collection of marbles, and odds and ends that had appealed to him over the years. His mother had insisted that she would buy him entirely new clothes when he arrived, so he was free to run unencumbered to the head of the line when the train pulled into the station.

He found that his heart was beating wildly as he stepped down from the train and looked about him, peering into the faces of the many people who had gathered to meet loved ones. Where was she? He was positive that he would know her in any crowd, so vivid had her image become in his mind.

Sudden fear gripped the nervous teenager. What if she didn't show up? What if it had all been a terrible mistake? He felt panic as he envisioned himself being sent back to his foster parents' house.

He saw no one who even resembled the beautiful woman in his dreams, and his heart sank. He was almost ready to cry when he spotted two dark-eyed women pushing their way through the crowd and hurrying toward him. As they came closer, he saw that one was only a girl, and the other – she had to be his mother! No one else could be so beautiful! He ran towards her with outstretched arms and Laura crushed him to her bosom, hugging and kissing him, as tears of joy flooded her eyes. Each of them felt the supreme thrill of having a dream come true. Laura's life felt full. She was a full woman at last.

Young Lisa stood nearby, watching them. Her own eyes were misty as she looked at the brother she had never known. She saw a light of joy in his eyes that matched that in her mother's, and her heart swelled with happiness and pride. Billy looked like her mother. His hair was lighter, but he had the same wide-spaced brown eyes, the strong chin, and full lips. He was a handsome young boy, Lisa thought. She did not resemble her mother to anywhere near the degree that Billy did. Lisa had blonde hair, like her father, and only her sensually full mouth resembled that of her mother and brother.

Laura released her tight grip on Billy and tried to introduce him to his sister, but the words were choked by her happiness. But each knew who the other was, and Lisa held out her arms to Billy, who hugged and kissed her eagerly. Tears welled again in Laura's eyes, and utter happiness at seeing both her children locked in one another's arms at last brought sobs of delight to their mother's throat.

They finally broke the hug and she and Lisa stood back, sizing Billy up, their faces glowing with affection.

Strange thoughts were running through Laura's mind. She had not expected Billy to be so big – so manly and mature. The thought suddenly flashed across her mind that he would soon be a man, and she would lose him again! But she pushed the thought from her mind. He was here now, and they had good years ahead of them.