Mom's Secret Ch. 02
AUTHOR;- UMKNOWN.
I woke up the next morning feeling warm and contented. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in my mother's bed, completely naked, covered by soft, downy blankets. I looked at the clock. It was nearly ten AM! I was going to be late for school!
All at once, the memories of the previous night struck me. I remembered my mom and I watching a gay porno together, masturbating together, bathing together, and finally sleeping together. If this could be called normal, that was disrupted by the fact that my mom was no ordinary woman. She was a transsexual - a woman born as a man who now lived as a female, indistinguishable from a real woman in every sense, except that she had male genitalia.
I thought of her enormous cock, which had dwarfed my own, as she gripped it tightly in her small fist, jerking it until the tip turned red and sweat glistened off her unblemished honey-colored skin. I thought of the way we'd ejaculated together in perfect unison, reaching a mutual zenith with our bodies entwined.
I left my mom's room, stopped in my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, then walked downstairs. It was very warm on the first floor and I immediately noticed a large fire roaring in the fireplace. I also noticed the smell of waffles, which became more powerful as I approached the kitchen. I could see my mom standing at the counter, back to me. She wore a white, fluffy cotton bathrobe, which covered her well but still showed the right curves.
My mom's name is Christine. She's 41 years old and works as a producer at a local television station. She's tall and athletic with long, golden blonde hair. She also has D-cup breasts and a fabulous, firm ass which she always shows off, even when she doesn't mean to. I knew all these things before. What I didn't know as that she was a transsexual. After she married my father, her sperm was used to impregnate their best friend, my "Aunt" Natalie. After I was born, my father was diagnosed with cancer and passed away, leaving behind the love he had for his wife and son.
I had discovered all this only yesterday. After an embarrassing sexual episode with my girlfriend Ann, I'd come home and inadvertently caught my mom doing laundry in the nude. When she turned around, I discovered her secret. She had told me everything and although it was hard to accept at first, I quickly realized that I loved my mother no matter what she was. This, however, was far from the end.
Later that night, we talked about my encounter with Ann and I admitted the possibility that I might be gay. Mom encouraged exploration and we watched a gay porn movie together and one thing simply led to another. There were many factors involved, of course. The movie and our natural love for one another combined in a way we hadn't expected. I also think there was more to it, on a subconscious level. We'd always felt a sexual attraction to one another but, this night, it all came to the surface.
"Smells good," I said. My mom turned around.
"Good morning, honey," she said, smiling. "Did you sleep well?"
She wore a white, silk nightie which was low-cut enough to show ample cleavage. It was hemmed and trimmed with lace mere inches below her crotch, which bulged outwards as her erection grew. My own cock immediately became fully erect in my boxer shorts. She looked down and smiled, blushing.
Mom reached behind me and grabbed my ass, then pressed my crotch against hers, grinding them together with only two thin layers of fabric separating us. I opened my mouth and she did the same. As we rubbed our aching cocks together, our tongues wrestled in our mouths. I slid my hands down the back of her nightie, kneading the flesh of her butt as we French kissed.
"Eat your breakfast," she said, when we finally came up for air.
"Do I have to?" I whined.
"Yes," she said. "Eat your breakfast or I'll make you go to school."
"Was it cancelled?" I asked. She nodded.
"And I called in sick for work," she added.
"You're sick?" I asked, slighting alarmed.
"No, silly," she said. "I just figured there's a lot of things we need to talk about and it's best we talk about them now. We need to get our heads straight about everything that happened last night and what we're going to do about it."
"OK," I agreed.
I sat down at the table and Mom served up one of the most delicious breakfasts she had ever made. Once I had started eating, she closed her bathrobe again (it was a little chilly in the kitchen) and sat down across from me to eat her meal. For the first few minutes, we ate silently, neither sure how to start the conversation. It's not that we were embarrassed, exactly, but this is the kind of situation very few people have any experience dealing with.
"My first concern," she told me, "was that you would wake up regretting what we had done. But considering what just happened, I don't think that's the case."
"Nope," I said, grinning.
"I don't regret it either," she told me, grinning herself.
"But where do we go from here?" I asked. That was the big question.
"That's up to you," she said. "What do you want?"
"Well," I began, setting my fork down, "I think you're the sweetest, most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever met." She blushed bright red. "Last night was an eye-opening experience for me. Now that I really know how amazing sex can be, I want you to teach me everything you know. I want to try everything and I want you to be the one I try it with."
"Are you absolutely certain, Brendan?" she asked.
"I am," I told her. "Who better to show me how to make love than the one woman I can trust and feel safe with more than any other woman on Earth?" I reached out and took her hand.
"I would love to teach you, sweetie," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "I think we should take it slow but everything you want to try, I'll try with you. Maybe you could even teach me a few things." She smiled. "I'll do everything I can to make you feel comfortable and loved."
"I know you will," I said.
"But remember we have to have a few rules about all this," she said sternly. "Most importantly, no one can find out about this. And just because we're doing these things doesn't mean you don't still have to do what I tell you. I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend."
"That's fine," I told her.
By that point, we had finished our meal. I took my plate to the sink, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. I took Mom's plate as well, leaning over her shoulder and kissing her on the neck as I took it. Once it was all cleaned up, she rose from the table.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said.
"Oh?" I replied, then smiled. "Want some company?"
* * *
Two minutes later, we were standing in my mom's bathroom. Her shower was a glass-enclosed cubicle which I knew would allow both of us plenty of room. My mom leaned in through the door of the shower stall, adjusting the water, getting it to the right temperature. I stood in front of the mirror, checking my face for pimples.
Mom walked over and stood behind me, looking at us together in the mirror. She smiled and I smiled back. Then I felt her hands on my stomach and shivered delightedly. Her fingers traced my skin until they reached the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts. She pulled them down slowly and I watched in the mirror as my semi-rigid cock popped free. Mom slid my shorts down to my ankles, then lifted my feet so I could step out of them. When she stood up again, I was buck naked.
Mom stepped back and I turned around to face her. She slowly undid the **** around her waist and peeled away her bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor. She took hold of the hem of her nightie and pulled it swiftly over her head. She stood with her hands on her hips, allowing me to freely admire her body. My eyes moved from her beautiful face down her delicate throat to the tender flesh of her breasts. The large nipples looked as tasty and inviting as ever. My eyes moved down to her flat stomach and then I groaned in frustration. She was wearing panties.
"You're such a tease, Mom!" I exclaimed. She giggled.
"You didn't expect me to walk around with no underwear, did you?" she asked.
"Yes!" I replied. "If I had my way, you wouldn't be walking around with any clothes at all!" She giggled again.
"Patience, dear," she said. "Now, do you want to see Mommy's little toy?"
"Yes!" I practically yelped.
"Yes . . . what?" she asked.
"Yes, please!" I replied.
"OK," she said. "Because you're such a nice, polite boy, I'll let you see. I might even let you play with it if you're good."
I couldn't take my eyes off the three bulges in her panties as she hooked the waistband with her thumbs and slowly began to pull them down her thighs. The bulges became her long, thick cock and her two balls, which looked as big as limes to me. She pulled her panties off and sniffed them, then handed them to me. I closed my eyes and sniffed deeply. I could have melted into the floor right there.
When I opened my eyes, Mom was smiling at me impatiently. I put the panties down on the sink counter and nodded that I was ready. She reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around my dick, making it instantly hard, and sending jolts of electricity through my body. She led me by my cock into the shower and shut the door behind us.
With the warm water and steam, it felt as if we had been transported into our own, private world. She stood beneath the showerhead, eyes closed, face turned upward. She ran her hands through her hair until it was thoroughly wet, then pulled me over. My hair was wet in minutes. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling down at me, looking as sexy as ever with her wet hair.
"Wash me," she said, handing over the bar of soap, then turning her back to me.
I did as I was told, lathering up her shoulders and back, then working down to her butt. I was very thorough there, you can probably imagine. I even slid my soapy hand between her cheeks to get every last nook and cranny. When that was finished, I knelt down to soap up the backs of her thighs and her calves. Occasionally, her legs would part enough to give me a glimpse at the back of her scrotum and I couldn't wait to get there. Somehow, I knew, my Mom would save that for last.
When I was finished with the back of her body, I stood up, and my Mom turned around. I began by lifting each arm and soaping her hairless armpits, then I lathered up her breasts until they were covered with suds. I took my time before progressing to her stomach and finally her gorgeous manhood. Or, should I say womanhood?
I ran the bar of soap between her scrotum and her butthole, which elicited a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then I scrubbed gently at her sack before allowing the water to rinse it clean. Finally, it was time to wash her cock. I rubbed the soap between my hands until my palms were covered with suds, then took her meat in both hands. I stroked it gently, cleaning it and stimulating it at the same time. Within seconds, she was rock hard, and her ten inches jutted straight out. Veins bulged from the shaft. The head was a dark shade of purple.
"Thank you," she said.
"My pleasure," I told her.
"Come here, baby," she instructed, and I did. I rose to my feet and my mom wrapped her arms around me, holding me against her chest. I put my arms around her waist. I could feel her cock flattened between our bodies, throbbing and pulsing. I opened my mouth and allowed one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked it and rubbed it between my lips, or flicked it with my tongue, making Mom groan and beg for more. I was happy to oblige. She held me there for a long time but, to me, it could not have been long enough.
At last, it was my turn to be washed. She washed me the same way I had washed her, first doing the back of my body, then making her way to the front. She spent an extra-long time washing my balls. I think it was just to torment me. I wanted to feel her fingers on my prick so badly that I could have cried. But I tried to be patient. She was a pro, after all.
"Brendan?" she said.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Mom was crouching in front of me. Her wet hair was hanging limply at her shoulders. Rivulets of water ran down her body, between her breasts, and dripped down off the tip of her cock, which dangled between her thighs, hanging so low it nearly touched the shower floor.
"Yeah?" I whispered.
"I'm going to do something now, OK?" she asked.
"OK," I replied, still whispering.
"If you feel uncomfortable or scared, just let me know," she said.
I nodded to show her I understood. Mom's eyes locked with mine and remained locked as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, just a little bit. She took the base of my shaft in her hand and guided the tip towards her open lips. It came to rest on her tongue and she closed her mouth over the head. It was so warm and tight that I gasped out loud and braced myself against the walls to keep from falling over. I could feel Mom's tongue as it ran circles around the swollen tip of my dick.
She held my balls in one hand and used that to guide me. She would tug one way and I would move my hips forward. The inches of my shaft would disappear into her eager mouth. Her tongue would run a line down the sensitive underside. Hot saliva coated every inch. Then she would tug the other way and I would pull my hips back, watching as the inches slid out until the cock was standing straight in the open air.
Mom would flick her tongue at the hole at the end. Thin streams of precum would hang, suspended, between her tongues and my dick. Just when I thought the thread would break, she would take me in her mouth once again. Her pace quickened. Just when I became convinced I could not possibly get any harder, she would squeeze the right spot and I my cock would stiffen a little more. The pain was excruciatingly sweet.
She moved her head back and allowed my dick to fall out of her mouth. Without using her hands at all, she tucked her face into the pocket of skin directly beneath the base of my cock. She kissed it lovingly, occasionally pinching the skin between her lips and tugging gently. She placed her lips, in an O-shape, and sucked in until one of my testicles would pop into her mouth. She would work it gently with her tongues and cheeks before letting it pop out again, and moving on to the next. She licked the seam up and down until it dripped with spit.
Finally, she returned to my prick and began to nurse it, always increasing her speed and intensity. My hips bucked wildly and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. As I looked down, I saw that Mom was gripping her own cock tightly in her fist and beating it hard.
"Mom . . ." I breathed.
She looked up at me without missing a beat.
"I'm going to . . ." I said.
She nodded and continued sucking me off. I could take no more. My entire pelvis jerked forward as the first surge of my orgasm tore through me. I could feel the rush of liquid through my cock as it spurted into my mom's throat. The first blast was followed by a second, then a third. I felt like it would never stop. I just kept pumping more and more semen into Mom's mouth and she swallowed it a quickly as I filled it. At last, I finished. Mom milked the last drops and my knees buckled. I slid down to the floor with my back against the glass wall.
Mom crawled over to me and leaned against me, her head resting in the hollow of my shoulder. I could only stare forward, wide-eyed, as she looked up at me. Between my legs, my cock twitched. My mom reached under my crooked right leg and began to stroke it gently. It was so sensitive I thought I might scream.
"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . in Heaven . . ." I finally managed to say.
"Mikey likes it," she said, smiling.
My entire body shuddered again.
"That was fucking amazing," I said. My mom frowned.
"Watch your language, Brendan," she scolded. I had to laugh.
"So you'll give me the most incredible blowjob anyone has ever given but you won't let me swear?" I asked.
"No," she said. "And remember rule number two."
"I do," I said. "But, umm, can I use it, like, as a verb? In the right context?"
"I suppose," she said, after a moment's thought. I smiled and kissed her on the lips. No tongues this time, just a soft, warm kiss.
"Thank you, Mom," I said. "That was absolutely wonderful."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said.
"I love you, Mom," I told her.
"I love you too, baby," she said. We kissed again and I held her closely against my body. Our hearts beat in unison. My love for her had never been stronger and I knew she was feeling the same thing for me. She had shown me how much she loved me and now I wanted to show her.
After our cuddle, we had finished washing up. We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off, not saying much, but allowing our faces and our eyes to communicate for us. Once we were dry, we hung out towels on the rack. My mom reached into the drawer under the sink and took out her hair dryer. She began to blowdry her hair while I sat down on the toilet seat cover and watched.
"Were you scared your first time?" I asked.
"A little, I suppose," she answered. "But it was a good kind of scared. I knew I was about to lose my virginity but it would be with a man I loved and who loved me. I guess I was more excited than scared, really. Why?"
"Just wondering," I answered.
"Were you scared just now?" she asked.
"No," I told her truthfully. "Excited, though.
"Good," she said.
"Were you scared when you began living as a girl?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Terrified. I was afraid everyone would know I wasn't a real girl. I was afraid I might change my mind someday and decide I wanted to be a boy. I was afraid how my extended family would react to it. It was very difficult. Without Grandma and Grandpa and Natalie's support, I don't think I could have done it."
"How did you get over your fear?" I asked.
"I never did, exactly," she admitted. "One day, Natalie came over and I was crying. She asked what was wrong and I told her how afraid I was. So she took the box in which I'd put all my boy clothes and brought it out into the yard. She gave me her lighter and told me to set it on fire."
"Did you?" I asked.
"I did," she replied. "I set the box on fire and every article of boy's clothing I owned went up in flames. After that, no matter how scared I was, I knew there was no turning back, so I would have to just keep on living."
"You could have bought new clothes," I pointed out.
"It was a symbolic act," she told me. I nodded.
"All done," she said a minute later. She turned off the blow dryer and stowed it away in the drawer. Then she reached for her bathrobe. I quickly stood up and grabbed her hand before she could reach it. She gave me a confused look.
"You don't need that," I said. "Come on."
I held her hand as we walked nude into her bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to me. Mom sat down next to me. I slipped my arm around her waist and she put hers around my shoulder. I could feel her left breast rubbing against my side. I leaned over and closed my eyes.
Mom's lips locked with mine. My tongue slowly crept into her mouth and I felt it brush the tip of hers. We rubbed the tips of our tongues together passionately as we kissed. My hand slid down from her waist to the top of her buttcrack and I traced it with my finger. My mom pulled me closer against her, wrapping both arms around my neck.
I lay down on top of her and she fell back against the mattress. I straddled her waist with my feet hanging off the bed as we continued making out. I could feel our cocks rubbing together and my groin burned but right now all I wanted to be doing was kissing her. She broke the kiss and then planted little ones on my neck and chest. I sat up as she kissed her way down to my stomach, then leaned back on the mattress again. I was now straddling her chest with my cock lying between her tits.
"I want to do something but I feel really weird asking," I told her.
"Honey," she said, "we're both naked as the day we were born and you're sitting on top of my with your penis between my breasts. I don't think it can get much weirder."
"Right," I said, chuckling. "Well, remember how we watched one of your videos last night? I was wondering if we could watch one of mine."
"Brendan!" she exclaimed in shock.
"See!" I exclaimed. "I told you it was weird!"
"Sorry," she said, blushing. "I guess no mother wants to hear her son has been keeping porno movies."
"Most sons don't want to hear about their mothers keeping gay porno movies," I retorted.
"Fine," she said with a sigh.
I smiled, gave her a quick kiss, then climbed off her. I ran into my room, fished around under my bed for a second, until I found the DVD. I brought it back into the bedroom and handed it to her. The cover depicted two naked teenage girls kissing while two other girls knelt between their legs, eating them out.
"Teenage Lesbian Orgy 14," my Mom said, reading the title.
"It's good," I said.
"Put it in," she told me.
I took the DVD to the player and removed Mom's twink farmboy movie, then put my own disc on the tray. I shut it, turned on the television, and sat down beside my mom. As the credits played, we scooted back, so we were leaning against the pillows, sitting upright.
The movie began. The first scene depicted two girls, one a skinny brunette and one a slightly chunky redhead, out for a walk in the woods. They walked down the path, chatting happily as they held hands. At last, they come to a clearing, and lay out a blanket. The redhead suggested they have their picnic in the nude, which the brunette agreed would be a fantastic idea.
They stripped and sat down to eat. The first thing was strawberries, which the girls began to feed to each other. The looks in their eyes made it clear they had both started thinking about something other than food. Just then, two more girls appeared, who were shocked and surprised to see this nude picnic in front of their eyes.
"I just want you to know that this wouldn't happen in real life," said my mom.
"I know," I said.
"Girls don't just have sex on the spot like this," she told me, "and I doubt they'd let two strangers join them even if they did. This is totally unrealistic."
"I think there's someone who doesn't seem to mind," I said. I smiled and nodded at her crotch. Her penis had stiffened considerably from when I'd put the movie in. Mom blushed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Naked, pretty girls are naked, pretty girls," she said, and I laughed.
"But I think you're in the mood for a naked boy," I told her.
"Mmm, I'm always in the mood for that," she replied.
I leaned my face against her shoulder. The skin was smooth and warm. She kissed me on the top of my head then began to stroke my high with her left hand. My cock lay against her hip, twitching occasionally. My lips were only inches from her ear.
"Mom . . ." I whispered.
"Yes?" she replied.
"I want to suck you."
* * *
"Are you sure you're ready?" she asked with a concerned expression.
"I am," I told her. "But I need you to show me what to do."
For a long moment, she simply looked at me. Then she nodded and sat up. She turned to me and opened her arms and I went willingly into her embrace. We held one another tightly and, although I could feel her breath against my neck, smell the scent of shampoo and soap still on her, and feel the swell of her breasts pressing against my chest, this was not a sexual moment for us. Mom was sad and I knew why. To her, this marked part of my transition from a boy to a man. Her baby was growing up.
"How do want me to lie?" she asked. I thought for a moment.
"On your back," I said. "Spread your legs apart a little and I'll kneel beside you."
"OK," she said, then began to shift her body. Soon Mom was flat on her back with her legs wide enough apart so that her big, fuzzy ballsack was laying against the sheet. Her cock lay flat against her stomach. I knelt beside her, gently rubbing her breasts as I admired her incredible beauty. "Now get me hard," she instructed.
Eager to obey, I took her massive shaft in my hand and began to stroke her. She was already fairly hard from the video but I wanted her as stiff as possible. As I jerked my mom off, I could feel the blood rushing into her organ, engorging it. She closed her eyes and cooed softly. Soon, her dick was hard enough to stand up straight on its own.
"Good," she said. "Now lick it a few times, just to get used to the taste. Take your time, baby."
"Alright," I said. My voice was a little choked with the excitement and nervousness I was feeling.
I lay my face down on her stomach with my head tilted towards her lower body. Her penis was so close I could smell the musky aroma, which I breathed in deeply. I rubbed the shaft against my cheek. Then I puckered my lips and pulled it towards me until we made contact. I kissed it again, getting used to the feeling of it against my lips. I stuck out my tongue and closed my eyes as I took my first lick of Mom's cock. At first, I thought it tasted like ordinary skin, but there was something much richer and meaty about the taste. I tried it again. Then a third time.
"Now my balls," she said breathlessly.
I sat up enough to bring my head around her cock, then lowered it again. The musky smell was ever stronger here. I repeated the same process as before. First I rubbed my cheek against her sack, which was wrinkly, but still soft to the touch. I kissed her right testicle, then her left, then in between. I opened my mouth and let my tongue caress her scrotum. The hairs tickled my tongue but it felt wonderful.
"That's so nice," she said. "Kiss them again. My girls love it."
"I want to name them," I said. My mom giggled.
"Name them what?" she asked.
"This is Sarah," I said and kissed the right one. "You're such a pretty ***********, Sarah. You're just as pretty as your sister." I kissed the left one. "Julie is her name. They're such pretty girls." I kissed them loudly and Mom burst out laughing.
"You're so silly," she said.
"What do I do next?" I asked her.
"Well," she said, "if you're ready, try sucking on the tip. The tip is the most sensitive part of any man or woman's penis so that's what you want to get good at."
"I'm ready," I said.
"Me too," she replied.
I knelt beside her, leaning closely over her erect cock. I held it tightly in my fist just below the tip. I stared at the tip which was oozing precum. Although Mom and I had jacked off together, actually putting it in my mouth was a whole new experience. I opened my lips wide enough and looked at my mom. She gave me a reassuring smile, one of patience and love. She reached out with her left hand and gently rubbed my back. I began to lower my head. I was going to blow my mom and there was no going back now.
Once her cock head was inside my mouth, I closed my lips around it, forming a tight seal. Remembering what my mom had done to me, I began to run my tongue along the hole and the outer rim. The salty flavor of her precum hit my tongue, surprising me with its taste and I backed off.
"You're doing great, sweetie," she said. Her fingers dug into my hair and she gently pushed my face back down. I opened my mouth wide to receive her. This time, I kept lowering my face, taking as many inches of her into my mouth as I could without gagging which, unfortunately, wasn't much. She had been able to swallow all of mine but I supposed she had more practice.
Finally, I began to suck her in earnest. I raised and dipped my head, making a tight, wet seal with my lips. I kept a slow pace at first so I wouldn't accidentally gag. Mom expected me to make rookie mistakes but I didn't want to embarrass myself. Occasionally, I would pause from the sucking to work on her tip a little more. As I lapped at the underside of her head, her whole body would squirm and she would moan softly. This was encouraging.
As I continued, I began to notice that our bodies worked in unison. As I lowered my head, she raised her hips, gently feeding me her meat. She began more fidgety and squirmy. Her moaning became louder and louder. She was no longer rubbing my back but digging at the skin with her fingertips.
"Oh . . . Brendan . . ." she called softly. "That's . . . so . . . wonderful . . . oh . . . keep going baby . . . you're . . . such a . . . good boy . . . ooh . . . Mommy loves you baby . . . mmm . . ."
Her moans urged me on. I sucked harder and faster. Once in a while, I would remove my mouth entirely, so I could lick from the bottom of her sack up the back of her shaft and then take her in my mouth once again. She was going wild. Even I was starting to lose control. I didn't even bother to use my hands anymore.
"I'm . . . gonna . . . cum . . ." she said. I lifted my head. My mom took hold of her cock and gave it a few, final jerks. Her pelvis writhed. "Oh God," she screamed, "Brendan . . . I'm fucking cumming . . . oh God . . . oh FUCK . . . Brendan . . .!"
She gave a final ecstatic cry and her cock erupted with thick, white semen. Before I could react, it splashed all over my chin. Mom's hips bucked wildly as she shot another spurt into the air. Another followed but then she began to slow down. The semen oozed for a few more seconds and then the flow stopped. Mom's body began to relax, although she still trembled.
Her body was glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. I could only watch in awe at what I had done to her.
"Oh my God," she sad, "come here baby."
Before I could move, her arm was around my neck, and she pulled my face against hers. Our lips met and her tongue slithered into my mouth. She sucked mine and I sucked hers, stopping only to take deep, ragged breaths. At last, she pulled away, and lay her head back down on the pillow.
"How did I do?" I asked honestly.
"That was heaven," she said, smiling at me.
"Really?" I beamed with pride.
"You are a natural," she told me.
Just then she looked at my face and laughed. She reached out with one finger and brushed my chin. When she drew her finger away, I saw a large blob of cum hanging from it. She opened her mouth and popped her finger in, sucking off her juices.
"I loved doing that," I confessed.
"I'm glad you did," she said.
I looked her in the eyes. My breath caught in my throat and she seemed to notice that something was troubling me. Her eyes registered concern. I sat up and she sat up as well. I took her hands in mine and did not let my eyes leave her face.
"Mom . . ." I finally said. "I'm bisexual." She smiled faintly.
"I'm proud of you, honey," she said.
"I'm proud of you too, Mom."
She gave me a hug. Once we pulled away, she looked me in the eyes and grinned.
"I have an idea," she said. "Why don't we get cleaned up and go play outside for a little bit? The snow is pretty deep out there." I beamed.
"I'll race you!" I said.
She laughed as we scrambled out of bed, running all over the place, wiping off the remnants of our sex and pulling on our snow clothes. Within minutes we were outside. I grabbed her and we fell into the snow laughing. The flakes fell gently around us and I knew I was in love.
My mom and I frolicked together in the snow for about an hour, until it got too cold, and we had to go back inside. The hour we had spent together had been magically, though. We had rolled in the snow and made snow angels. We threw snowballs at one another and made a little snow man. Every so often, one of us would tackle to the other, and steal a quick but deep and passionate kiss.
Finally, Mom stood up and extended her hand to me. I took it and she helped me up, then led me back towards the house without releasing my hand. I could tell by the way her ass was wiggling beneath her snowpants that she was in heat. Although we'd each had our own separate, amazing orgasms this morning and the previous night, there was one forbidden territory into which we had not yet entered. I looked at my mom's ass and dreamed of gently pulled her perfect, round ass cheeks apart, finding her tiny pink anus, and gently pushing my cock all the way inside her. Suddenly, my mom stopped and flashed me a mischevious grin.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I have an idea," she told me. Smiling at me, she unzipped her snowpants and pulled out her long, semi-rigid cock. I immediately whirled around to look at the neighbor's houses but no one could see us in this spot from any angle. "Pull yours out too, sweetie. Let me see that big boy."
Shyly, I removed mine from my pants. It shrank a little bit as it was exposed to the cold, but remained hard. "What now?" I asked.
Without responding, my mom looked down at her cock, which expectedly shot out a stream of yellow urine on to the snow. Laughing, she wiggled her hips in such a way that the urine wrote the word "Christine" on the ground. Next to it, she drew a + sign. Then she was empty. She took off the last few drops, cackling. Obviously, she hadn't done that since she was a ***********.
"Your turn," she told me.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said as I looked at her name in steaming yellow.
"Urinating together is a very intimate act for two people," she said. "A person is at his or her most private when they are in the bathroom, the most vulnerable. Allowing another person to witness it is an act of extreme trust. I've shown that I trusted you."
"OK, Mom," I said. I pointed my penis at the ground and waited. My bladder tightened and I began to pee, grunting slightly. While my mom watched my every move, I wrote out the word "Brendan" so that we had spelled out "Christine + Brendan" in the snow. Below our names I made a heart. Then the flow stopped and I shook off the last drops. Mom smiled at me and walk towards the house, grabbing my dick as she went, and using it to guide me into the building.
Once we were inside, we began to undress, stripping off our snow clothes and gear until we were wearing nothing but our underwear. Normally, this is where a mother and son would drop undressing, but not us. Mom stripped off her long johns and her panties in one motion and her cock popped free. She dropped the clothes on to the ground and stood up, tossing her hair back as she did, unconsciously (or perhaps consciously) showing off the bounciness of her breasts and of her erect penis. She definitely wasn't going to need Viagra any time soon.
Likewise, I removed all of my clothing. I decided to tease Mom a little bit by dropping a glove on the floor and bending over to pick it up with my ass pointed directly at her, pretending that I wasn't aware of the show I was putting on. I knew my mom was now thinking what I had been thinking out in the yard. She wanted to step up behind me, grab me by the waist, and show me how deep a mother's love could go.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Mom and I sat in the living room in front of a roaring fire. We lay together on the soft carpet, her on her side, leaning on her elbow with me on my back, leaning my face against her stomach. We looked together into the fire for the most part but there were times when I couldn't resist turning my face towards my mom's and watching the firelight reflect in her eyes.
We were both drinking wine. Mom never allowed me to drink her wine before but, then again, she had never let me suck her dick before either. These were strange times. We had both had our share of wine and then some. It's fair to say we were pretty drunk after a short period of time. Between the warmth of the fire, the power of the wine, and the sweet smell of my mother's body, I could not have been happier.
"You're a good son," she said to me abruptly.
"Thanks, Mom. You're a good . . . Mom."
"I really mean it," she said, setting down her wine glass. "I have been so busy lately that I know I sometimes forget to show it but I really love you, Brendan. You're my entire world and I'm so proud of you. I know your father would be proud too."
"I know you're busy," I said, tearing up a bit, "but that's OK. And I know you love me."
"I promise that from now on, I'll devote more time to you," she said. "And I'm not just talking about sex, either. I mean I'll always be there when you need me."
"You're a great mother," I said as I switched positions. Now I was in the same position as her, facing her, with my back towards the fire. I leaned on my elbow and looked into my mother's face, admiring her bright eyes, her soft skin and lips, her elegant smile. "I think I'm afraid to show it sometimes, but I really do love you too."
"Why are you afraid to show it?" she asked.
"I guess this is my way of showing it," I told her, gesturing towards our naked bodies. "It's hard for me to say what I'm feeling sometimes, so I have to find other ways to show it. When we were together earlier, I wasn't the most turned on by seeing you naked or tasting you in my mouth, I was the most turned on by the fact that I was at last showing you how much I cared for you."
"Thank you, Brendan," she said with tears streaming down her face.
"You brought me into this world," I said, "and nurtured me. You fed me, bathed me, clothed me. You gave me all the love in your heart. What more could a mother do?"
"Besides give you a lap dance on command?" she asked, grinning and wiping away the last of her tears.
"Don't I wish!" I exclaimed.
"You don't think I'd do it?" she asked.
"Come on, Mom," I said. "I can't imagine you . . . lap dancing."
"I bet you couldn't imagine me doing this either," she said as she grabbed my balls.
"No, no," I said. "I probably couldn't have imagined that either."
"Get on the couch, baby," she instructed.
* * *
I did as she said, crawling up on to the couch and sitting on the middle cushions with my arms spread out on the back of the couch and my dick standing straight at attention. Mom rose languidly to her feet with her back to me, clothed in wavering shadows. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. It was not her motherly smile, nor her mischevious, sexy smile. This smile was seduction. My heart immediately began pounding.
She began moving her hips in a circle in a way more graceful than I had ever seen her before, like her legs and stomach were joined with ball bearings. As she moved her ass, it would dip into and out of the light, offering me tantalizing glimpses of golden skin in the fire's glow. As she danced, letting the crackle of the fire be her music and the sound of my heart her beat, she ran her slender hands up and down her body.
Then she turned to face me, never breaking eye contact, and posed for a moment, allowing me to take in the full glory of her nude body. Her D cup breasts hung proudly from her chest, her big nipples hard and ready to be sucked. My eyes rolled down from her exquisite breasts to her firm stomach and at last her 10-inch cock between her muscular, yet feminine thighs. She began to dance around, slowly and sensuously, letting me admire every curve of her frame. I was so aroused by the sight of this transsexual goddess that I nearly forgot the goddess was my mother.
She walked slowly towards me until she was standing with her legs spread wide and her feet planted on either side of mine. Her penis was less than a foot in front of my face. I leaned forward, eager to have it in my mouth, but my mom pushed me back on the couch. Without missing a beat, her rhythmic dance continued. As her hips moved from side to side, her dangling penis moved back and forth like a pendulum and her large sack bounced up and down.
Then Mom spun around and sat down in my lap. Well, I shouldn't say she sat down, because her ass was several inches off my lap, but it was close enough that my cock rubbed against her bare asscheeks. She didn't seem phased, though. In fact, she began moving her ass in such a way that my cock would roll against it. She lowered herself until she was literally grinding her ass against my crotch. I leaned my head back and moaned. She tossed back her honey blonde hair and I buried my face in it, breathing deeply.
Mom stood up and then bent forward at the waist without bending her knees, keeping her legs wide apart. She bent down towards her right side, reaching for her right foot. I was amazed that she was able to bend so far she could put her face to her leg. Of course, I couldn't really pay attention to her face, since her dazzling, firm yet matronly ass was right in front of me. I could see her small, pink butthole winking at me eagerly. Her enormous scrotum hung down below her asscrack and I wanted so badly to kiss those two bulges at the back of her sack.
She turns arouned again until she was facing me, shaking her hips like a slow hula hoop. She stopped once we were facing one another and bent down towards me, letting me get a perfect view of her cleavage. She stood up again and I yearned to be close to those beautiful, saucer-sized nipples. Once she was standing straight up again, she tucked her arms under her hair, and then began writhing her body as if she was in the throes of *******. As she writhed, her cock began to spin in a circle and her balls flapped freely.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her right on top of me. She frantically turned her face towards mine and our lips joined. Then our tongues joined. I turned and pushed her over on to the couch so that her head was pillowed by the arm of the couch. I crawled on top of her and began kissing her neck, shoulders, and breasts for all I was worth. My mom placed her hand on the back of my head and sighed deeply.
"Still can't imagine me dancing?" she asked.
"Every guy I know would pay a hundred dollars to see that," I told her.
"And you got to see it for free," she said.
I leaned down with my head against her breasts. We lay there for a moment, me resting between her legs, her with her arms wrapped around my head, keeping my face pressed against her chest. I could hear her heart beating through her goosebumped skin and I was surprised to find it was beating just as hard as mine, if not harder. I felt her cock stiffening against my body. I was already rock hard.
"Mama," I whispered.
"Yes, honey?" she replied.
"I want you inside me," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her.
"OK."
* * *
A few minutes later, Mom and I were sitting together on her bed upstairs. Mom had forced me to put on a pair of boxer shorts while she covered herself with her robe. According to her, she felt it was inappropriate that she teach me anything without our clothes on, since teaching was a mother's job, first and foremost. Of course, I couldn't keep my eyes off the curves in the fabric over her breasts nor could she be ignoring the huge tent I'd pitched in my shorts.
it out again (not that I minded.)
I woke up the next morning feeling warm and contented. I opened my eyes to find myself lying in my mother's bed, completely naked, covered by soft, downy blankets. I looked at the clock. It was nearly ten AM! I was going to be late for school!
All at once, the memories of the previous night struck me. I remembered my mom and I watching a gay porno together, masturbating together, bathing together, and finally sleeping together. If this could be called normal, that was disrupted by the fact that my mom was no ordinary woman. She was a transsexual - a woman born as a man who now lived as a female, indistinguishable from a real woman in every sense, except that she had male genitalia.
I thought of her enormous cock, which had dwarfed my own, as she gripped it tightly in her small fist, jerking it until the tip turned red and sweat glistened off her unblemished honey-colored skin. I thought of the way we'd ejaculated together in perfect unison, reaching a mutual zenith with our bodies entwined.
I left my mom's room, stopped in my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, then walked downstairs. It was very warm on the first floor and I immediately noticed a large fire roaring in the fireplace. I also noticed the smell of waffles, which became more powerful as I approached the kitchen. I could see my mom standing at the counter, back to me. She wore a white, fluffy cotton bathrobe, which covered her well but still showed the right curves.
My mom's name is Christine. She's 41 years old and works as a producer at a local television station. She's tall and athletic with long, golden blonde hair. She also has D-cup breasts and a fabulous, firm ass which she always shows off, even when she doesn't mean to. I knew all these things before. What I didn't know as that she was a transsexual. After she married my father, her sperm was used to impregnate their best friend, my "Aunt" Natalie. After I was born, my father was diagnosed with cancer and passed away, leaving behind the love he had for his wife and son.
I had discovered all this only yesterday. After an embarrassing sexual episode with my girlfriend Ann, I'd come home and inadvertently caught my mom doing laundry in the nude. When she turned around, I discovered her secret. She had told me everything and although it was hard to accept at first, I quickly realized that I loved my mother no matter what she was. This, however, was far from the end.
Later that night, we talked about my encounter with Ann and I admitted the possibility that I might be gay. Mom encouraged exploration and we watched a gay porn movie together and one thing simply led to another. There were many factors involved, of course. The movie and our natural love for one another combined in a way we hadn't expected. I also think there was more to it, on a subconscious level. We'd always felt a sexual attraction to one another but, this night, it all came to the surface.
"Smells good," I said. My mom turned around.
"Good morning, honey," she said, smiling. "Did you sleep well?"
She wore a white, silk nightie which was low-cut enough to show ample cleavage. It was hemmed and trimmed with lace mere inches below her crotch, which bulged outwards as her erection grew. My own cock immediately became fully erect in my boxer shorts. She looked down and smiled, blushing.
Mom reached behind me and grabbed my ass, then pressed my crotch against hers, grinding them together with only two thin layers of fabric separating us. I opened my mouth and she did the same. As we rubbed our aching cocks together, our tongues wrestled in our mouths. I slid my hands down the back of her nightie, kneading the flesh of her butt as we French kissed.
"Eat your breakfast," she said, when we finally came up for air.
"Do I have to?" I whined.
"Yes," she said. "Eat your breakfast or I'll make you go to school."
"Was it cancelled?" I asked. She nodded.
"And I called in sick for work," she added.
"You're sick?" I asked, slighting alarmed.
"No, silly," she said. "I just figured there's a lot of things we need to talk about and it's best we talk about them now. We need to get our heads straight about everything that happened last night and what we're going to do about it."
"OK," I agreed.
I sat down at the table and Mom served up one of the most delicious breakfasts she had ever made. Once I had started eating, she closed her bathrobe again (it was a little chilly in the kitchen) and sat down across from me to eat her meal. For the first few minutes, we ate silently, neither sure how to start the conversation. It's not that we were embarrassed, exactly, but this is the kind of situation very few people have any experience dealing with.
"My first concern," she told me, "was that you would wake up regretting what we had done. But considering what just happened, I don't think that's the case."
"Nope," I said, grinning.
"I don't regret it either," she told me, grinning herself.
"But where do we go from here?" I asked. That was the big question.
"That's up to you," she said. "What do you want?"
"Well," I began, setting my fork down, "I think you're the sweetest, most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever met." She blushed bright red. "Last night was an eye-opening experience for me. Now that I really know how amazing sex can be, I want you to teach me everything you know. I want to try everything and I want you to be the one I try it with."
"Are you absolutely certain, Brendan?" she asked.
"I am," I told her. "Who better to show me how to make love than the one woman I can trust and feel safe with more than any other woman on Earth?" I reached out and took her hand.
"I would love to teach you, sweetie," she said, giving my hand a squeeze. "I think we should take it slow but everything you want to try, I'll try with you. Maybe you could even teach me a few things." She smiled. "I'll do everything I can to make you feel comfortable and loved."
"I know you will," I said.
"But remember we have to have a few rules about all this," she said sternly. "Most importantly, no one can find out about this. And just because we're doing these things doesn't mean you don't still have to do what I tell you. I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend."
"That's fine," I told her.
By that point, we had finished our meal. I took my plate to the sink, rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher. I took Mom's plate as well, leaning over her shoulder and kissing her on the neck as I took it. Once it was all cleaned up, she rose from the table.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said.
"Oh?" I replied, then smiled. "Want some company?"
* * *
Two minutes later, we were standing in my mom's bathroom. Her shower was a glass-enclosed cubicle which I knew would allow both of us plenty of room. My mom leaned in through the door of the shower stall, adjusting the water, getting it to the right temperature. I stood in front of the mirror, checking my face for pimples.
Mom walked over and stood behind me, looking at us together in the mirror. She smiled and I smiled back. Then I felt her hands on my stomach and shivered delightedly. Her fingers traced my skin until they reached the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts. She pulled them down slowly and I watched in the mirror as my semi-rigid cock popped free. Mom slid my shorts down to my ankles, then lifted my feet so I could step out of them. When she stood up again, I was buck naked.
Mom stepped back and I turned around to face her. She slowly undid the **** around her waist and peeled away her bathrobe, letting it drop to the floor. She took hold of the hem of her nightie and pulled it swiftly over her head. She stood with her hands on her hips, allowing me to freely admire her body. My eyes moved from her beautiful face down her delicate throat to the tender flesh of her breasts. The large nipples looked as tasty and inviting as ever. My eyes moved down to her flat stomach and then I groaned in frustration. She was wearing panties.
"You're such a tease, Mom!" I exclaimed. She giggled.
"You didn't expect me to walk around with no underwear, did you?" she asked.
"Yes!" I replied. "If I had my way, you wouldn't be walking around with any clothes at all!" She giggled again.
"Patience, dear," she said. "Now, do you want to see Mommy's little toy?"
"Yes!" I practically yelped.
"Yes . . . what?" she asked.
"Yes, please!" I replied.
"OK," she said. "Because you're such a nice, polite boy, I'll let you see. I might even let you play with it if you're good."
I couldn't take my eyes off the three bulges in her panties as she hooked the waistband with her thumbs and slowly began to pull them down her thighs. The bulges became her long, thick cock and her two balls, which looked as big as limes to me. She pulled her panties off and sniffed them, then handed them to me. I closed my eyes and sniffed deeply. I could have melted into the floor right there.
When I opened my eyes, Mom was smiling at me impatiently. I put the panties down on the sink counter and nodded that I was ready. She reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around my dick, making it instantly hard, and sending jolts of electricity through my body. She led me by my cock into the shower and shut the door behind us.
With the warm water and steam, it felt as if we had been transported into our own, private world. She stood beneath the showerhead, eyes closed, face turned upward. She ran her hands through her hair until it was thoroughly wet, then pulled me over. My hair was wet in minutes. When I opened my eyes, she was smiling down at me, looking as sexy as ever with her wet hair.
"Wash me," she said, handing over the bar of soap, then turning her back to me.
I did as I was told, lathering up her shoulders and back, then working down to her butt. I was very thorough there, you can probably imagine. I even slid my soapy hand between her cheeks to get every last nook and cranny. When that was finished, I knelt down to soap up the backs of her thighs and her calves. Occasionally, her legs would part enough to give me a glimpse at the back of her scrotum and I couldn't wait to get there. Somehow, I knew, my Mom would save that for last.
When I was finished with the back of her body, I stood up, and my Mom turned around. I began by lifting each arm and soaping her hairless armpits, then I lathered up her breasts until they were covered with suds. I took my time before progressing to her stomach and finally her gorgeous manhood. Or, should I say womanhood?
I ran the bar of soap between her scrotum and her butthole, which elicited a moan of pleasure from her lips. Then I scrubbed gently at her sack before allowing the water to rinse it clean. Finally, it was time to wash her cock. I rubbed the soap between my hands until my palms were covered with suds, then took her meat in both hands. I stroked it gently, cleaning it and stimulating it at the same time. Within seconds, she was rock hard, and her ten inches jutted straight out. Veins bulged from the shaft. The head was a dark shade of purple.
"Thank you," she said.
"My pleasure," I told her.
"Come here, baby," she instructed, and I did. I rose to my feet and my mom wrapped her arms around me, holding me against her chest. I put my arms around her waist. I could feel her cock flattened between our bodies, throbbing and pulsing. I opened my mouth and allowed one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked it and rubbed it between my lips, or flicked it with my tongue, making Mom groan and beg for more. I was happy to oblige. She held me there for a long time but, to me, it could not have been long enough.
At last, it was my turn to be washed. She washed me the same way I had washed her, first doing the back of my body, then making her way to the front. She spent an extra-long time washing my balls. I think it was just to torment me. I wanted to feel her fingers on my prick so badly that I could have cried. But I tried to be patient. She was a pro, after all.
"Brendan?" she said.
I opened my eyes and looked down. Mom was crouching in front of me. Her wet hair was hanging limply at her shoulders. Rivulets of water ran down her body, between her breasts, and dripped down off the tip of her cock, which dangled between her thighs, hanging so low it nearly touched the shower floor.
"Yeah?" I whispered.
"I'm going to do something now, OK?" she asked.
"OK," I replied, still whispering.
"If you feel uncomfortable or scared, just let me know," she said.
I nodded to show her I understood. Mom's eyes locked with mine and remained locked as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, just a little bit. She took the base of my shaft in her hand and guided the tip towards her open lips. It came to rest on her tongue and she closed her mouth over the head. It was so warm and tight that I gasped out loud and braced myself against the walls to keep from falling over. I could feel Mom's tongue as it ran circles around the swollen tip of my dick.
She held my balls in one hand and used that to guide me. She would tug one way and I would move my hips forward. The inches of my shaft would disappear into her eager mouth. Her tongue would run a line down the sensitive underside. Hot saliva coated every inch. Then she would tug the other way and I would pull my hips back, watching as the inches slid out until the cock was standing straight in the open air.
Mom would flick her tongue at the hole at the end. Thin streams of precum would hang, suspended, between her tongues and my dick. Just when I thought the thread would break, she would take me in her mouth once again. Her pace quickened. Just when I became convinced I could not possibly get any harder, she would squeeze the right spot and I my cock would stiffen a little more. The pain was excruciatingly sweet.
She moved her head back and allowed my dick to fall out of her mouth. Without using her hands at all, she tucked her face into the pocket of skin directly beneath the base of my cock. She kissed it lovingly, occasionally pinching the skin between her lips and tugging gently. She placed her lips, in an O-shape, and sucked in until one of my testicles would pop into her mouth. She would work it gently with her tongues and cheeks before letting it pop out again, and moving on to the next. She licked the seam up and down until it dripped with spit.
Finally, she returned to my prick and began to nurse it, always increasing her speed and intensity. My hips bucked wildly and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. As I looked down, I saw that Mom was gripping her own cock tightly in her fist and beating it hard.
"Mom . . ." I breathed.
She looked up at me without missing a beat.
"I'm going to . . ." I said.
She nodded and continued sucking me off. I could take no more. My entire pelvis jerked forward as the first surge of my orgasm tore through me. I could feel the rush of liquid through my cock as it spurted into my mom's throat. The first blast was followed by a second, then a third. I felt like it would never stop. I just kept pumping more and more semen into Mom's mouth and she swallowed it a quickly as I filled it. At last, I finished. Mom milked the last drops and my knees buckled. I slid down to the floor with my back against the glass wall.
Mom crawled over to me and leaned against me, her head resting in the hollow of my shoulder. I could only stare forward, wide-eyed, as she looked up at me. Between my legs, my cock twitched. My mom reached under my crooked right leg and began to stroke it gently. It was so sensitive I thought I might scream.
"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . in Heaven . . ." I finally managed to say.
"Mikey likes it," she said, smiling.
My entire body shuddered again.
"That was fucking amazing," I said. My mom frowned.
"Watch your language, Brendan," she scolded. I had to laugh.
"So you'll give me the most incredible blowjob anyone has ever given but you won't let me swear?" I asked.
"No," she said. "And remember rule number two."
"I do," I said. "But, umm, can I use it, like, as a verb? In the right context?"
"I suppose," she said, after a moment's thought. I smiled and kissed her on the lips. No tongues this time, just a soft, warm kiss.
"Thank you, Mom," I said. "That was absolutely wonderful."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said.
"I love you, Mom," I told her.
"I love you too, baby," she said. We kissed again and I held her closely against my body. Our hearts beat in unison. My love for her had never been stronger and I knew she was feeling the same thing for me. She had shown me how much she loved me and now I wanted to show her.
After our cuddle, we had finished washing up. We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off, not saying much, but allowing our faces and our eyes to communicate for us. Once we were dry, we hung out towels on the rack. My mom reached into the drawer under the sink and took out her hair dryer. She began to blowdry her hair while I sat down on the toilet seat cover and watched.
"Were you scared your first time?" I asked.
"A little, I suppose," she answered. "But it was a good kind of scared. I knew I was about to lose my virginity but it would be with a man I loved and who loved me. I guess I was more excited than scared, really. Why?"
"Just wondering," I answered.
"Were you scared just now?" she asked.
"No," I told her truthfully. "Excited, though.
"Good," she said.
"Were you scared when you began living as a girl?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Terrified. I was afraid everyone would know I wasn't a real girl. I was afraid I might change my mind someday and decide I wanted to be a boy. I was afraid how my extended family would react to it. It was very difficult. Without Grandma and Grandpa and Natalie's support, I don't think I could have done it."
"How did you get over your fear?" I asked.
"I never did, exactly," she admitted. "One day, Natalie came over and I was crying. She asked what was wrong and I told her how afraid I was. So she took the box in which I'd put all my boy clothes and brought it out into the yard. She gave me her lighter and told me to set it on fire."
"Did you?" I asked.
"I did," she replied. "I set the box on fire and every article of boy's clothing I owned went up in flames. After that, no matter how scared I was, I knew there was no turning back, so I would have to just keep on living."
"You could have bought new clothes," I pointed out.
"It was a symbolic act," she told me. I nodded.
"All done," she said a minute later. She turned off the blow dryer and stowed it away in the drawer. Then she reached for her bathrobe. I quickly stood up and grabbed her hand before she could reach it. She gave me a confused look.
"You don't need that," I said. "Come on."
I held her hand as we walked nude into her bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to me. Mom sat down next to me. I slipped my arm around her waist and she put hers around my shoulder. I could feel her left breast rubbing against my side. I leaned over and closed my eyes.
Mom's lips locked with mine. My tongue slowly crept into her mouth and I felt it brush the tip of hers. We rubbed the tips of our tongues together passionately as we kissed. My hand slid down from her waist to the top of her buttcrack and I traced it with my finger. My mom pulled me closer against her, wrapping both arms around my neck.
I lay down on top of her and she fell back against the mattress. I straddled her waist with my feet hanging off the bed as we continued making out. I could feel our cocks rubbing together and my groin burned but right now all I wanted to be doing was kissing her. She broke the kiss and then planted little ones on my neck and chest. I sat up as she kissed her way down to my stomach, then leaned back on the mattress again. I was now straddling her chest with my cock lying between her tits.
"I want to do something but I feel really weird asking," I told her.
"Honey," she said, "we're both naked as the day we were born and you're sitting on top of my with your penis between my breasts. I don't think it can get much weirder."
"Right," I said, chuckling. "Well, remember how we watched one of your videos last night? I was wondering if we could watch one of mine."
"Brendan!" she exclaimed in shock.
"See!" I exclaimed. "I told you it was weird!"
"Sorry," she said, blushing. "I guess no mother wants to hear her son has been keeping porno movies."
"Most sons don't want to hear about their mothers keeping gay porno movies," I retorted.
"Fine," she said with a sigh.
I smiled, gave her a quick kiss, then climbed off her. I ran into my room, fished around under my bed for a second, until I found the DVD. I brought it back into the bedroom and handed it to her. The cover depicted two naked teenage girls kissing while two other girls knelt between their legs, eating them out.
"Teenage Lesbian Orgy 14," my Mom said, reading the title.
"It's good," I said.
"Put it in," she told me.
I took the DVD to the player and removed Mom's twink farmboy movie, then put my own disc on the tray. I shut it, turned on the television, and sat down beside my mom. As the credits played, we scooted back, so we were leaning against the pillows, sitting upright.
The movie began. The first scene depicted two girls, one a skinny brunette and one a slightly chunky redhead, out for a walk in the woods. They walked down the path, chatting happily as they held hands. At last, they come to a clearing, and lay out a blanket. The redhead suggested they have their picnic in the nude, which the brunette agreed would be a fantastic idea.
They stripped and sat down to eat. The first thing was strawberries, which the girls began to feed to each other. The looks in their eyes made it clear they had both started thinking about something other than food. Just then, two more girls appeared, who were shocked and surprised to see this nude picnic in front of their eyes.
"I just want you to know that this wouldn't happen in real life," said my mom.
"I know," I said.
"Girls don't just have sex on the spot like this," she told me, "and I doubt they'd let two strangers join them even if they did. This is totally unrealistic."
"I think there's someone who doesn't seem to mind," I said. I smiled and nodded at her crotch. Her penis had stiffened considerably from when I'd put the movie in. Mom blushed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Naked, pretty girls are naked, pretty girls," she said, and I laughed.
"But I think you're in the mood for a naked boy," I told her.
"Mmm, I'm always in the mood for that," she replied.
I leaned my face against her shoulder. The skin was smooth and warm. She kissed me on the top of my head then began to stroke my high with her left hand. My cock lay against her hip, twitching occasionally. My lips were only inches from her ear.
"Mom . . ." I whispered.
"Yes?" she replied.
"I want to suck you."
* * *
"Are you sure you're ready?" she asked with a concerned expression.
"I am," I told her. "But I need you to show me what to do."
For a long moment, she simply looked at me. Then she nodded and sat up. She turned to me and opened her arms and I went willingly into her embrace. We held one another tightly and, although I could feel her breath against my neck, smell the scent of shampoo and soap still on her, and feel the swell of her breasts pressing against my chest, this was not a sexual moment for us. Mom was sad and I knew why. To her, this marked part of my transition from a boy to a man. Her baby was growing up.
"How do want me to lie?" she asked. I thought for a moment.
"On your back," I said. "Spread your legs apart a little and I'll kneel beside you."
"OK," she said, then began to shift her body. Soon Mom was flat on her back with her legs wide enough apart so that her big, fuzzy ballsack was laying against the sheet. Her cock lay flat against her stomach. I knelt beside her, gently rubbing her breasts as I admired her incredible beauty. "Now get me hard," she instructed.
Eager to obey, I took her massive shaft in my hand and began to stroke her. She was already fairly hard from the video but I wanted her as stiff as possible. As I jerked my mom off, I could feel the blood rushing into her organ, engorging it. She closed her eyes and cooed softly. Soon, her dick was hard enough to stand up straight on its own.
"Good," she said. "Now lick it a few times, just to get used to the taste. Take your time, baby."
"Alright," I said. My voice was a little choked with the excitement and nervousness I was feeling.
I lay my face down on her stomach with my head tilted towards her lower body. Her penis was so close I could smell the musky aroma, which I breathed in deeply. I rubbed the shaft against my cheek. Then I puckered my lips and pulled it towards me until we made contact. I kissed it again, getting used to the feeling of it against my lips. I stuck out my tongue and closed my eyes as I took my first lick of Mom's cock. At first, I thought it tasted like ordinary skin, but there was something much richer and meaty about the taste. I tried it again. Then a third time.
"Now my balls," she said breathlessly.
I sat up enough to bring my head around her cock, then lowered it again. The musky smell was ever stronger here. I repeated the same process as before. First I rubbed my cheek against her sack, which was wrinkly, but still soft to the touch. I kissed her right testicle, then her left, then in between. I opened my mouth and let my tongue caress her scrotum. The hairs tickled my tongue but it felt wonderful.
"That's so nice," she said. "Kiss them again. My girls love it."
"I want to name them," I said. My mom giggled.
"Name them what?" she asked.
"This is Sarah," I said and kissed the right one. "You're such a pretty ***********, Sarah. You're just as pretty as your sister." I kissed the left one. "Julie is her name. They're such pretty girls." I kissed them loudly and Mom burst out laughing.
"You're so silly," she said.
"What do I do next?" I asked her.
"Well," she said, "if you're ready, try sucking on the tip. The tip is the most sensitive part of any man or woman's penis so that's what you want to get good at."
"I'm ready," I said.
"Me too," she replied.
I knelt beside her, leaning closely over her erect cock. I held it tightly in my fist just below the tip. I stared at the tip which was oozing precum. Although Mom and I had jacked off together, actually putting it in my mouth was a whole new experience. I opened my lips wide enough and looked at my mom. She gave me a reassuring smile, one of patience and love. She reached out with her left hand and gently rubbed my back. I began to lower my head. I was going to blow my mom and there was no going back now.
Once her cock head was inside my mouth, I closed my lips around it, forming a tight seal. Remembering what my mom had done to me, I began to run my tongue along the hole and the outer rim. The salty flavor of her precum hit my tongue, surprising me with its taste and I backed off.
"You're doing great, sweetie," she said. Her fingers dug into my hair and she gently pushed my face back down. I opened my mouth wide to receive her. This time, I kept lowering my face, taking as many inches of her into my mouth as I could without gagging which, unfortunately, wasn't much. She had been able to swallow all of mine but I supposed she had more practice.
Finally, I began to suck her in earnest. I raised and dipped my head, making a tight, wet seal with my lips. I kept a slow pace at first so I wouldn't accidentally gag. Mom expected me to make rookie mistakes but I didn't want to embarrass myself. Occasionally, I would pause from the sucking to work on her tip a little more. As I lapped at the underside of her head, her whole body would squirm and she would moan softly. This was encouraging.
As I continued, I began to notice that our bodies worked in unison. As I lowered my head, she raised her hips, gently feeding me her meat. She began more fidgety and squirmy. Her moaning became louder and louder. She was no longer rubbing my back but digging at the skin with her fingertips.
"Oh . . . Brendan . . ." she called softly. "That's . . . so . . . wonderful . . . oh . . . keep going baby . . . you're . . . such a . . . good boy . . . ooh . . . Mommy loves you baby . . . mmm . . ."
Her moans urged me on. I sucked harder and faster. Once in a while, I would remove my mouth entirely, so I could lick from the bottom of her sack up the back of her shaft and then take her in my mouth once again. She was going wild. Even I was starting to lose control. I didn't even bother to use my hands anymore.
"I'm . . . gonna . . . cum . . ." she said. I lifted my head. My mom took hold of her cock and gave it a few, final jerks. Her pelvis writhed. "Oh God," she screamed, "Brendan . . . I'm fucking cumming . . . oh God . . . oh FUCK . . . Brendan . . .!"
She gave a final ecstatic cry and her cock erupted with thick, white semen. Before I could react, it splashed all over my chin. Mom's hips bucked wildly as she shot another spurt into the air. Another followed but then she began to slow down. The semen oozed for a few more seconds and then the flow stopped. Mom's body began to relax, although she still trembled.
Her body was glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. I could only watch in awe at what I had done to her.
"Oh my God," she sad, "come here baby."
Before I could move, her arm was around my neck, and she pulled my face against hers. Our lips met and her tongue slithered into my mouth. She sucked mine and I sucked hers, stopping only to take deep, ragged breaths. At last, she pulled away, and lay her head back down on the pillow.
"How did I do?" I asked honestly.
"That was heaven," she said, smiling at me.
"Really?" I beamed with pride.
"You are a natural," she told me.
Just then she looked at my face and laughed. She reached out with one finger and brushed my chin. When she drew her finger away, I saw a large blob of cum hanging from it. She opened her mouth and popped her finger in, sucking off her juices.
"I loved doing that," I confessed.
"I'm glad you did," she said.
I looked her in the eyes. My breath caught in my throat and she seemed to notice that something was troubling me. Her eyes registered concern. I sat up and she sat up as well. I took her hands in mine and did not let my eyes leave her face.
"Mom . . ." I finally said. "I'm bisexual." She smiled faintly.
"I'm proud of you, honey," she said.
"I'm proud of you too, Mom."
She gave me a hug. Once we pulled away, she looked me in the eyes and grinned.
"I have an idea," she said. "Why don't we get cleaned up and go play outside for a little bit? The snow is pretty deep out there." I beamed.
"I'll race you!" I said.
She laughed as we scrambled out of bed, running all over the place, wiping off the remnants of our sex and pulling on our snow clothes. Within minutes we were outside. I grabbed her and we fell into the snow laughing. The flakes fell gently around us and I knew I was in love.
My mom and I frolicked together in the snow for about an hour, until it got too cold, and we had to go back inside. The hour we had spent together had been magically, though. We had rolled in the snow and made snow angels. We threw snowballs at one another and made a little snow man. Every so often, one of us would tackle to the other, and steal a quick but deep and passionate kiss.
Finally, Mom stood up and extended her hand to me. I took it and she helped me up, then led me back towards the house without releasing my hand. I could tell by the way her ass was wiggling beneath her snowpants that she was in heat. Although we'd each had our own separate, amazing orgasms this morning and the previous night, there was one forbidden territory into which we had not yet entered. I looked at my mom's ass and dreamed of gently pulled her perfect, round ass cheeks apart, finding her tiny pink anus, and gently pushing my cock all the way inside her. Suddenly, my mom stopped and flashed me a mischevious grin.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I have an idea," she told me. Smiling at me, she unzipped her snowpants and pulled out her long, semi-rigid cock. I immediately whirled around to look at the neighbor's houses but no one could see us in this spot from any angle. "Pull yours out too, sweetie. Let me see that big boy."
Shyly, I removed mine from my pants. It shrank a little bit as it was exposed to the cold, but remained hard. "What now?" I asked.
Without responding, my mom looked down at her cock, which expectedly shot out a stream of yellow urine on to the snow. Laughing, she wiggled her hips in such a way that the urine wrote the word "Christine" on the ground. Next to it, she drew a + sign. Then she was empty. She took off the last few drops, cackling. Obviously, she hadn't done that since she was a ***********.
"Your turn," she told me.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said as I looked at her name in steaming yellow.
"Urinating together is a very intimate act for two people," she said. "A person is at his or her most private when they are in the bathroom, the most vulnerable. Allowing another person to witness it is an act of extreme trust. I've shown that I trusted you."
"OK, Mom," I said. I pointed my penis at the ground and waited. My bladder tightened and I began to pee, grunting slightly. While my mom watched my every move, I wrote out the word "Brendan" so that we had spelled out "Christine + Brendan" in the snow. Below our names I made a heart. Then the flow stopped and I shook off the last drops. Mom smiled at me and walk towards the house, grabbing my dick as she went, and using it to guide me into the building.
Once we were inside, we began to undress, stripping off our snow clothes and gear until we were wearing nothing but our underwear. Normally, this is where a mother and son would drop undressing, but not us. Mom stripped off her long johns and her panties in one motion and her cock popped free. She dropped the clothes on to the ground and stood up, tossing her hair back as she did, unconsciously (or perhaps consciously) showing off the bounciness of her breasts and of her erect penis. She definitely wasn't going to need Viagra any time soon.
Likewise, I removed all of my clothing. I decided to tease Mom a little bit by dropping a glove on the floor and bending over to pick it up with my ass pointed directly at her, pretending that I wasn't aware of the show I was putting on. I knew my mom was now thinking what I had been thinking out in the yard. She wanted to step up behind me, grab me by the waist, and show me how deep a mother's love could go.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, Mom and I sat in the living room in front of a roaring fire. We lay together on the soft carpet, her on her side, leaning on her elbow with me on my back, leaning my face against her stomach. We looked together into the fire for the most part but there were times when I couldn't resist turning my face towards my mom's and watching the firelight reflect in her eyes.
We were both drinking wine. Mom never allowed me to drink her wine before but, then again, she had never let me suck her dick before either. These were strange times. We had both had our share of wine and then some. It's fair to say we were pretty drunk after a short period of time. Between the warmth of the fire, the power of the wine, and the sweet smell of my mother's body, I could not have been happier.
"You're a good son," she said to me abruptly.
"Thanks, Mom. You're a good . . . Mom."
"I really mean it," she said, setting down her wine glass. "I have been so busy lately that I know I sometimes forget to show it but I really love you, Brendan. You're my entire world and I'm so proud of you. I know your father would be proud too."
"I know you're busy," I said, tearing up a bit, "but that's OK. And I know you love me."
"I promise that from now on, I'll devote more time to you," she said. "And I'm not just talking about sex, either. I mean I'll always be there when you need me."
"You're a great mother," I said as I switched positions. Now I was in the same position as her, facing her, with my back towards the fire. I leaned on my elbow and looked into my mother's face, admiring her bright eyes, her soft skin and lips, her elegant smile. "I think I'm afraid to show it sometimes, but I really do love you too."
"Why are you afraid to show it?" she asked.
"I guess this is my way of showing it," I told her, gesturing towards our naked bodies. "It's hard for me to say what I'm feeling sometimes, so I have to find other ways to show it. When we were together earlier, I wasn't the most turned on by seeing you naked or tasting you in my mouth, I was the most turned on by the fact that I was at last showing you how much I cared for you."
"Thank you, Brendan," she said with tears streaming down her face.
"You brought me into this world," I said, "and nurtured me. You fed me, bathed me, clothed me. You gave me all the love in your heart. What more could a mother do?"
"Besides give you a lap dance on command?" she asked, grinning and wiping away the last of her tears.
"Don't I wish!" I exclaimed.
"You don't think I'd do it?" she asked.
"Come on, Mom," I said. "I can't imagine you . . . lap dancing."
"I bet you couldn't imagine me doing this either," she said as she grabbed my balls.
"No, no," I said. "I probably couldn't have imagined that either."
"Get on the couch, baby," she instructed.
* * *
I did as she said, crawling up on to the couch and sitting on the middle cushions with my arms spread out on the back of the couch and my dick standing straight at attention. Mom rose languidly to her feet with her back to me, clothed in wavering shadows. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. It was not her motherly smile, nor her mischevious, sexy smile. This smile was seduction. My heart immediately began pounding.
She began moving her hips in a circle in a way more graceful than I had ever seen her before, like her legs and stomach were joined with ball bearings. As she moved her ass, it would dip into and out of the light, offering me tantalizing glimpses of golden skin in the fire's glow. As she danced, letting the crackle of the fire be her music and the sound of my heart her beat, she ran her slender hands up and down her body.
Then she turned to face me, never breaking eye contact, and posed for a moment, allowing me to take in the full glory of her nude body. Her D cup breasts hung proudly from her chest, her big nipples hard and ready to be sucked. My eyes rolled down from her exquisite breasts to her firm stomach and at last her 10-inch cock between her muscular, yet feminine thighs. She began to dance around, slowly and sensuously, letting me admire every curve of her frame. I was so aroused by the sight of this transsexual goddess that I nearly forgot the goddess was my mother.
She walked slowly towards me until she was standing with her legs spread wide and her feet planted on either side of mine. Her penis was less than a foot in front of my face. I leaned forward, eager to have it in my mouth, but my mom pushed me back on the couch. Without missing a beat, her rhythmic dance continued. As her hips moved from side to side, her dangling penis moved back and forth like a pendulum and her large sack bounced up and down.
Then Mom spun around and sat down in my lap. Well, I shouldn't say she sat down, because her ass was several inches off my lap, but it was close enough that my cock rubbed against her bare asscheeks. She didn't seem phased, though. In fact, she began moving her ass in such a way that my cock would roll against it. She lowered herself until she was literally grinding her ass against my crotch. I leaned my head back and moaned. She tossed back her honey blonde hair and I buried my face in it, breathing deeply.
Mom stood up and then bent forward at the waist without bending her knees, keeping her legs wide apart. She bent down towards her right side, reaching for her right foot. I was amazed that she was able to bend so far she could put her face to her leg. Of course, I couldn't really pay attention to her face, since her dazzling, firm yet matronly ass was right in front of me. I could see her small, pink butthole winking at me eagerly. Her enormous scrotum hung down below her asscrack and I wanted so badly to kiss those two bulges at the back of her sack.
She turns arouned again until she was facing me, shaking her hips like a slow hula hoop. She stopped once we were facing one another and bent down towards me, letting me get a perfect view of her cleavage. She stood up again and I yearned to be close to those beautiful, saucer-sized nipples. Once she was standing straight up again, she tucked her arms under her hair, and then began writhing her body as if she was in the throes of *******. As she writhed, her cock began to spin in a circle and her balls flapped freely.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her right on top of me. She frantically turned her face towards mine and our lips joined. Then our tongues joined. I turned and pushed her over on to the couch so that her head was pillowed by the arm of the couch. I crawled on top of her and began kissing her neck, shoulders, and breasts for all I was worth. My mom placed her hand on the back of my head and sighed deeply.
"Still can't imagine me dancing?" she asked.
"Every guy I know would pay a hundred dollars to see that," I told her.
"And you got to see it for free," she said.
I leaned down with my head against her breasts. We lay there for a moment, me resting between her legs, her with her arms wrapped around my head, keeping my face pressed against her chest. I could hear her heart beating through her goosebumped skin and I was surprised to find it was beating just as hard as mine, if not harder. I felt her cock stiffening against my body. I was already rock hard.
"Mama," I whispered.
"Yes, honey?" she replied.
"I want you inside me," I said.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes," I told her.
"OK."
* * *
A few minutes later, Mom and I were sitting together on her bed upstairs. Mom had forced me to put on a pair of boxer shorts while she covered herself with her robe. According to her, she felt it was inappropriate that she teach me anything without our clothes on, since teaching was a mother's job, first and foremost. Of course, I couldn't keep my eyes off the curves in the fabric over her breasts nor could she be ignoring the huge tent I'd pitched in my shorts.
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