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I'm in Love With Dexter's Mom	By : theratman Category: +1 through F > Dexter's Laboratory Views: 18380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Notes: I have no clue what Dexter's last name actually is - as far as I know they never mention it in the show - so I just made one up. Yes, I know 'Jones' is the most generic name ever, but I like it, so I went with it. So there. :P Also, I know Dexter's mom is a germ-phobe/never takes her gloves off, but as much as I love gloves it seemed weird to write this like she was wearing them, so just pretend she washed her hands for 20 minutes afterwards or something. :P

Mandark Astronomonov knocked on Dee Dee Jones' door, swallowing the lump in his throat as he waited for an answer. The spring dance was coming up, and though he normally would have scorned such a frivolous activity, today his heart was set on asking none other than Dee Dee herself to be his date. He was admittedly nervous - Dee Dee had not exactly been thrilled with his infatuation with her in the past - but he was confident that today would be different. Today he would make her see things his way. He just hoped that knavish lout Dexter didn't get to the door first.

He adjusted his tie and smoothed his black hair nervously. He was about to knock again when the door suddenly swung open, revealing Dee Dee’s and Dexter's mother, wearing her usual tight, garish green pants and light blue blouse beneath her careworn white apron. "Oh, you must be one of Dexter's little friends!" Mrs. Jones said cheerfully. "Come on in. Dexter's in his room. I guess you boys must be working on some big school project? He's been in there all afternoon."

"Actually," Mandark said awkwardly, "I was here to see Dee Dee."

"Oh?" Mrs. Jones replied, and there was just a hint of something iniquitous in her voice. "I see. Well, I'm afraid Dee Dee is spending the weekend at a friend's house, dear."

"Oh," Mandark said disappointedly. He fidgeted, suddenly feeling rather foolish. "Um, I guess I’ll just go, then."

"Don't be silly," Mrs. Jones said, placing a hand on his shoulder and steering him into the house, closing the door behind them. "You just got here! I bet you'd like some nice milk and cookies, wouldn't you? Go ahead, have a seat on the couch and I'll bring you some." She maneuvered him over to the sofa before he had a chance to argue, disappearing into the kitchen.

Mandark sat down self-consciously, wondering what he ought to do. He didn't want to be rude and just sneak off, but there was no real point in him hanging around if Dee Dee wasn't here anyway, and besides, he didn't feel like fighting with that nitwit Dexter right now.

It was then that something happened that changed the entire course of Mandark's day.

Dexter's mother came around the corner from the kitchen, wearing a white apron and her usual green high-heels.

And nothing else.

Mandark stared at her, completely unsure of what to do or say. "M-Mrs. Jones?" he stammered numbly, wondering if he was dreaming this, if this was some kind of joke.

Mrs. Jones smiled at him coolly, not at all embarrassed to be so exposed in front of him. "I know why you came over," she informed him with a sly smile. "Dee Dee’s told me about you. You're Mandark, right? You have a little crush on Dee Dee, don't you?"

She had been walking towards him as she said this, and now she stood beside the couch where he sat, peering down at him. Mandark stared up at her stupidly, strangely unable to look away from her eyes in spite of everything else there was to look at. Mrs. Jones smirked, running a hand through his hair affably.

"Dee Dee isn't the most mature young woman, Mandark," Mrs. Jones told him, the calmness of her tone not at all aligning with her bearing. "She's not really interested in boys yet." She smiled, and there was something very wicked in that smile, something that both excited Mandark and set his nerves on edge. "But I think I can help you out in that respect."

"M-M-Mrs. Jones," Mandark choked out, "I... I don't understand..."

"Ssh," Mrs. Jones whispered, crouching down in front of him. "Don't be nervous. I've done this with lots of Dexter's friends." She laughed softly. "Some of Dee Dee’s friends, too. Just relax. You'll like it."

Mandark wanted to protest - he was turned on, of course, his cock tenting the front of his shorts, but he was even more unnerved and frightened - but as Mrs. Jones' fingers began loosening his tie, unfastening the buttons of his shirt, he was as docile as a lamb, unable to force himself to try to stop her. She removed his shirt and tie, tossing them aside carelessly, running her hand down the supple white flesh of his pre-teen abdomen.

"You are so cute," Mrs. Jones said, placing a tiny kiss against his cheek that might have seemed completely platonic and innocent had it not been for the circumstances. "But you're too skinny! You need to eat something." She slid her hands over his concave belly, moving to unbutton and unzip his trousers, then lifted each of his skinny legs and pulled off his shoes and socks before he had a chance to tell her not to.

"Now take off your pants and underwear," Dexter's mother instructed him, righting herself and standing in front of him authoritatively. "You won't need them." She said it like it was perfectly natural, no big deal, and that more than anything added to the surreal quality of the whole situation, so much that Mandark once again had to wonder if he was only dreaming this.

He didn't have time to dwell on it, though; Mrs. Jones was watching him intently, and it was clear that denying her request and keeping what remained of his clothes on was not an option. He was embarrassed - one of the (many) reasons he avoided attending gym class at school was because he was too shy to undress in front of the other boys - but he went ahead and dropped his shorts anyway, hesitating a moment before pulling down his tighty-whiteys and discarding those as well.

He felt much too exposed standing here in broad daylight, naked, in Dexter's house, in front of Dexter's mother at that - but Mrs. Jones seemed satisfied with what she saw, and soon undid the ties of her apron and discarded it, standing before him in nothing but her high heels and a sultry smile.

For the moment Mandark had forgotten his own embarrassment, being too absorbed in staring at the naked lady in front of him. She was hot, no two ways about it, and though her hips were broader and her belly softer than the women he'd always been taught were the epitome of sex appeal, he found himself instantly erect. She was more filled out than Dee Dee, as well, with large breasts and a full, plump ass, and Mandark was beginning to wonder why it hadn't occurred to him before just how sexy Dexter's mom really was.

Mrs. Jones snapped him out of his nudity-induced trance with a light touch on his shoulder, trailing her hand along his collar bone as she walked around behind him. She lay down on the couch with her legs spread, her red fur barely concealing her pussy from his sight, and bade him climb on top of her, straddling her thick soft thighs. It excited him, seeing her milky flesh on display like this, feeling her heavy breasts beneath his hands, but he was embarrassed to find that now that he as here he wasn't quite sure what to do.

"Is this your first time?" Mrs. Jones asked gently, though the answer was rather obvious.

Mandark nodded awkwardly, feeling himself blushing.

"That's okay." She stroked his hair in a way that was at once maternal and arousing, tilting his chin so that he as forced to meet her eyes. "I'll teach you."

She leaned in slowly, her fingers sliding into the thick dark hair at the back of his head as her pink-painted lips captured his own. He'd never kissed a girl before, never even practiced on a stuffed animal or anything, and though he'd seen it many times in movies and had often imagined doing it, in reality he was as inexperienced in this respect as he was with everything else concerning girls. It felt good though, and he tried his best to keep up, letting her do most of the work for him. He gasped as he felt her tongue suddenly snake into his mouth, twirling nimbly around his, slimy and hot.

"Ssh. It's okay," Mrs. Jones whispered, breaking the kiss but not moving away from his face. "That's how grown-ups do it. You'll learn to like it." Her breath was hot and moist against his ear, making him shiver, and he whimpered aloud when she ran that slick tongue along the edge of it, tracing a line down his jaw to his neck. He wasn't sure how he ought to respond, if he should be doing something back to her or what, but at the moment all he could think about were her warm lips and deceptively sharp teeth on his throat and the painful tightness in his groin.

Mrs. Jones' hands were at his throat now as well, sliding over his narrow shoulders, her long, manicured nails scraping down his ribs and chest and teasing his tiny pinkish nipples playfully. Mandark shivered all over, feeling as if he would explode at any moment. He'd wanked before, of course, but he'd never had anything like this, and he wanted to ask her to touch his stiff cock that was jutting up insistently between his legs, but all he could do was whine softly.

"Mmm... That feels good, doesn't it? Here..." She took his hand, which had been unknowingly squeezing her breast, and moved it into the red bush garnishing her pubic area. "Touch me here. You know how girls are different than boys, don't you?" He did, of course, had even seen a few naked girls before, but only in magazines and only a few furtive glances while the convenient store clerk wasn't looking. She was shaved down there, her lips smooth and hairless, and her skin felt so incredibly soft and pliant, softer even than his own in similar areas. It occurred to him suddenly that he himself was hairless in that spot, and he wondered if that disappointed her or turned her off, but he quickly forgot about it when she placed her hand over his and guided one of his fingers inside of herself.

The sensation was amazing, as soft as her mouth and twice as hot, and when he felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers it was almost more than he could take. He grabbed his cock with his free hand, scarcely aware of what he was doing, but she took his wrist and pulled his hand away, not allowing him to touch himself.

"Ah-ah-ah," she chided, moving his hand onto her thigh and shaking a finger at him. "No so fast, young man. We're not finished here. Anyway, I'm sure you'll like this much better anyway."

She spread her thighs wider, gently pushing him until he was positioned between them, and, spreading the lips of her pussy so that her glistening-wet opening was better exposed, she guided the tip of his prick to that spot and, pressing a hand to his buttocks, pushed him forward until his cock slid inside her.

This sensation put all the others to shame. The feeling of her hot cunt around his neglected prick made him dizzy with arousal; he humped against her spasmodically, stabbing at her two or three times before squirting his young jizz inside of her with a yelping cry.

Mrs. Jones held him close, her arms wrapped protectively around his small body as he shuddered against her. It had lasted only a moment, and though he was not tiny, being only twelve he was not exactly big either, and she herself hadn't come. No matter, though; this display was certainly getting her hot and bothered, and anyway she had more in store for her pupil before the lesson was to be over.

"Did you like that?" Mrs. Jones asked evenly when he'd finally calmed down.

Mandark tried to answer, but his voice seemed to have forsaken him, so he just nodded.

Mrs. Jones smiled. "Good boy." She petted his hair affectionately. "But now that I've done something for you, you have to do something for me."

He peered up at her from behind his now-foggy glasses, all innocence. "What?"

She laughed, a sound both girlish and lustful. "You'll see." She pushed him back on the couch, smiling as a sticky trail of their commixed juices stretched out between his cock and her pussy before snapping. He looked shaky and disoriented, aroused and confused, and the sight was making her hornier than ever.

"Get down here," Mrs. Jones instructed, taking his arm and forcing him off the couch and to the floor. "That's right. On your knees, just like that. My husband loves to do this, and I think you'll like it too."

The mention of Mr. Jones should have scared him, should have brought him back to his senses and made him realize what he was doing here, but at the moment Mandark was too entranced by the sight of that spread pussy to think about Dexter's father. From here he had an unobstructed view of Mrs. Jones' exquisite cunt, the very one he had plundered only minutes before, and it occurred to him with a sort of embarrassed pride that he wasn't a virgin anymore.

"Now. Put your hands here," Mrs. Jones instructed, snapping Mandark out of his private thoughts, placing his unresisting hands on each of her thighs. "That's right. Now lick me there." There was a note of wantonness in her voice that hadn't been there previously. "Shove your nose in my pussy and lick me."

Mandark gulped, suddenly uncertain. He wasn't sure he wanted to put his mouth there, especially since his cum was still sluicing slowly from between her pink folds, but Mrs. Jones seemed quite excited about the idea, and anyway he felt he owed it to her after everything she'd done for (and to) him. He leaned in, adjusting his glasses awkwardly, and gave her an experimental lick.

To his surprise it was not at all unpleasant, and the taste and the smell of her musky inner juices this strong and close to his face got his cock stiffening again as he crouched there on the floor. He leaned in closer, nuzzling his nose against her clit as his tongue shyly lapped at her wet entrance.

"Ohh," Mrs. Jones moaned softly, her thighs arching up around his head. "That's right, darling... Taste me... Lick me..." Her fingers curled around the nape of his neck, twining into his hair, and before he knew what she was about she suddenly shoved his face hard against herself, smothering him with her warm, wet folds of flesh.

"That's right, you little slut," Mrs. Jones growled, her voice sounding uncharacteristically depraved. "Shove your snout in my cunt and lick me clean!"

For a moment Mandark almost panicked, unable to breath as his face was crushed against Mrs. Jones' body, but his squirming only seemed to excite the woman all the more; she gasped aloud, briefly letting go of his hair to dig her nails into the armrest of the sofa, and he caught his breath in that moment as she writhed beneath him. It was a bit scary, seeing her like this, but it was even more exciting, and before he could think better of it he plunged his face between her legs once more, burying himself in the warm stickiness and the smell of sex, like hot cherry pie.

"Yes! Oh, god, that's the way!" Mrs. Jones cried, her nails now clawing his shoulder, her hips rotating arythmically as she fought at once to press closer to his mouth and to shy away from the almost overwhelming sensations it was producing.

Meanwhile Mandark's glasses had fogged up completely, but he didn't need to see what was going on to enjoy it. Until now he'd had no idea how a woman might actually respond to sex, having never seen a porn flick and being rather naive in this aspect, and Mrs. Jones' agitated squeals and gasps were making him so horny he couldn't think straight. He tossed his head, colt-like, trying to get even closer to the source of that divine heat and wetness, tasting her salty-sweet juices and the sharp traces of his own semen, his tongue finding her clenching opening and probing inside as deep as his own anatomy would allow.

That seemed to send Mrs. Jones into new heights of ecstasy; she grabbed Mandark by the hair again, shoving his face deeper, crying out as her warm thighs crushed his head and neck in a soft, all consuming embrace. She was shuddering all over, her hips bucking against his face, her hot cum being squeezed into his mouth and onto his face like rich melted butter, and he was smothering again, but he didn't care, loved the feeling in fact, and as her own orgasm rocked her he grabbed blindly between his own legs, giving his cock a few quick jerks before squirting his fuck all over the floor.

Even after his own orgasm had subsided, Mrs. Jones' legs were still locked around him, twitching spasmodically as the waves of pleasure washing over her slowly began to ebb. Finally she released him, going limp where she lay half-sprawled against the sofa, and Mandark slumped to the ground, sticky and sweating and completely exhausted.

He must have fallen asleep there on the carpet, for the next thing he knew there was a warm, wet washcloth being pressed to his face, and he opened his eyes to see Mrs. Jones crouched beside him. She was fully clothed again, though he himself was still naked, and she smiled kindly when she saw that he was awake.

"You did very well, Mandark," she said as she gently washed his face. "Very well indeed." She moved the rag down between his legs, cleaning the remains of their exploits from his cock and thighs. "I hope you'll come over to play more often." She smiled at him minxishly, her red lashes lowered over her dark eyes. "I think you might be my favourite of all Dexter's little friends."

She left him alone after that, busying herself in the kitchen while Mandark dressed alone in the living room. He felt dizzy and elated, dream-like, and if it hadn't been for the fact that he had indeed been naked in Dexter's living room and that his clothes were laying rumpled on the floor, he might not have even believed that any of this had really happened.

"I thought you might like some cookies to take home with you," Mrs. Jones said when he'd finished dressing, handing him a plastic zipper bag with the chocolate chip confections inside. She gave him a sly smile. "Boys always come back for my home-made cookies." She saw him to the door, patting him on the head maternally. "You be good," she told him, sending the dazed boy off with a warm, motherly smile that was completely at odds with what had transpired earlier.

"Oh, and Mandark," Mrs. Jones called after him as he started down the walk, just a hint of wickedness in her voice and more than a hint in her dark eyes, "If you feel like coming by next week, I'm sure my husband would love to meet you."
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