The Notebook

Meelo considered himself a man, one in his prime, the manliest man that ever did live. To that end, he had no idea why his father was making him read these old, dusty scrolls. Reading? He had no use for reading! What good would it do him, the greatest airbender alive? He had a legacy to spread to every corner of the known world. The only trouble was that not being able to demonstrate exemplary knowledge of Air Nation culture and history would stop him from earning his tattoos. In his father's words, at least. Like being able to recite the passages of old, long dead gurus would prove his mastery of airbending. Pfft, he was already a master, a man ready to make his own history!

Meelo was already fully aware of his duties as the first generation of a new Air Nation, those only a real man could undertake. The thought of that great, trying task was ever on his young mind, often overtaking any other. Such as it was, the long scrawl of traditional characters lining the scroll in front of him soon blurred out of focus as boredom sapped Meelo's attention away. But it was not the only culprit. Seated on a low stool in the study room, Meelo lifted the scroll out of the way to watch a mass of wavy black hair bobbing up and down between his legs. An impish, satisfied grin curved his mouth; Asami had finally found her place.

He could forgive her for giggling at his declaration to have her for himself all those years ago. He was just a boy then. She could laugh and pat him on the head. But now he was a man! Asami could not resist his roguish charm, his undeniably rugged handsomeness. No more would Meelo stroke to the fantasy of having her all to himself; Asami's soft hands were at his beck and call. One held him at the base of his stiff, fat prick as the other rose to sweep strands of glossy hair behind her ear. Meelo always had a thing for her hair.

Once he stole into her room and snipped away a small, thick lock. It was silky between his fingertips and smelled like the gardens during summer. He reached down and set a hand atop her head, letting his fingers thread into her glorious tresses. So soft and thick against his palms, sliding through his fingers like velvet cloth, Meelo unabashedly tossed the old scroll aside and buried both hands in Asami's hair.

His smirk widened as he held her steady and thrust upwards with his hips. The tight seal she made with lush, painted lips behind the crown of his manhood split open around his meaty shaft, smearing bright lipstick along its length as she gave his flesh a glistening coat with her tongue. Of course, Meelo only imagined that was the case. Her silky waves fanned out thickly across his lap and tumbled down over her shoulders, obscuring the sight of several inches of young cockmeat sunk into her pretty mouth, but the feeling was more than enough.

"Asami," Meelo grunted as her lips stretched and she worked him down into her throat. His fingers curled fiercely into her locks. Hers suddenly squeezed his tight, tender balls and Meelo let out a high pitched squeak.

"What was that for?" the boy whined.

Pema lifted her head, releasing her son from her mouth with a soft, wet pop. "When a woman is tending to you," she said, wagging a finger at him, "you shouldn't mention another's name."

"That hurt!" Meelo burst out with affront, taking his hands from his mother's grey-streaked hair to massage his sack.

Pema smiled warmly. "You're a big boy," she told him, glancing down at his lap as she spoke. "Aren't you?"

Meelo didn't answer, pouting his lips as he sulked. Even then his cock shuddered rigidly in the air, slick with his mother's saliva. She chuckled.

"You still have a crush on the Sato girl, huh? That's cute."

"It's not cute," Meelo huffed, crossing his arms as his mother lightly pulled her hands along his thighs.

"There there," Pema cooed, trailing her touch inwards. "I'm sorry I interrupted your fantasy. Let me make it up to you?"

It was difficult for the boy to sulk for much longer as, lying on her front, his mother took his hefty cock into her hands and ever so slowly began to stroke it. "I'm so happy to have such a healthy son," Pema murmured, the warmth of her words washing over Meelo's spongy, blushing crown loosening his folded arms. Holding it lightly, she pressed moist kisses against his hard flesh, tongue lapping up thick trails of precum that oozed out of his tip. "Do you want to play with my hair again?" his mother asked sweetly, smearing him afterwards with thin coat of spit.

"I wanna' come," Meelo answered.

Asami moaned as his hands fisted in her shimmering black locks jerked her head up and down. His hips curling upwards forced the meat of his shaft past her lips and drove his cockhead to the back of her throat. Her voice hummed through him, Meelo clenching his teeth as her fingers squeezed his thighs. He pulled out of her mouth at the last second and took himself in hand, the other gripping Asami's hair at the top of her head and pulling her up to face his throbbing prick. Stroking to a furious rhythm, Meelo slyly aimed upwards of her parted lips and quivering tongue and, with a long grunt as he masturbated the slick length of his cock, came in a series of strong, hot spurts.

Pema looked up at him with an arched eyebrow as Meelo panted in the wake of his orgasm. He was roped thickly across the bridge of her nose and slope of her forehead, but mostly his cum had arced upwards to splash down in her hair, pulled out of its neat and tidy bun by his enthusiasm and arranged into a tangled mess. Meelo couldn't help himself. He dreamt too often of squatting over a sleeping Asami and painting her lovely locks white. With the look his mother was giving him however, he thought for a tense moment that he was in a lot of trouble. Until she shook her head and smiled.

"Boys will be boys," Pema chuckled.

Meelo's boisterous response was automatic. "I'm a man!"

"Right, well a man takes responsibility for his actions."

He eyed his mother warily as she pushed a hand gingerly into her cum-stained hair before sniffing at her fingers.

"Come on," she said, "you're helping me clean up."

Meelo groaned.