I'm not sure if there's this *one* moment when I first started crushing on her. I think it started when I was around ten (so, two years ago), and I came home very, very confused about something. She sat down with me and helped me work my feelings out, hugged me a whole lot, told me she's gonna be supportive and stuff... and that day, I came out as a trans girl. Gosh, it was such a relief... I always felt 'tingly and fuzzy' whenever I was around girls, but kinda assumed it was 'cause girls are cute. I mean, they *are*, but I also wanted to, like, be one. I get fuzzy feelings all over again whenever I remember that day. She made me feel so happy...

The day things *really* started to get wild, though, was about a month ago. It was a perfectly normal day otherwise; I came home from school, all tuckered out, but relieved 'cause it was a friday and I aced my tests... I noticed the bathroom door was open just a smidge, so I went to close it, but heard someone in particular showering inside. She was singing in this flirty, joyful voice that I had never *ever* heard come out of her voice, so I had to take a peek. And sure enough... it was her! The same lady who had been there for me when I needed her and always had and continues to have my back! She was just standing there, soaking in the shower, cleaning the soap off the fur covering her tall, chubby and beautiful body. I was in awe, seeing her wash herself with such a carefree attitude and such a wonderful singing voice. But of course, I stared a little too hard and too long. Eventually, she noticed I was peeking out from behind the door, slack-jawed, red like a tomato. She chuckled a bit, covered her boobs with her hands, and asked me as politely as possible to close the door, since she had forgotten to. Not wanting to upset her, I did that immediately. But the image of her gorgeous body covered in soap and wiggling around is something that still seems clear as day. I really, really can't stop thinking about her. At all.

So, here's the problem. My crush -- the exact person I've been describing -- is Sara... my mom.

It's, uh, a problem. A BIG one. My own mom, who's lived with me my whole life (twelve years aren't a lot, but still). All because she treats me so nicely and I saw her naked once. It's so dumb. And yet, I can't *not* have such a big crush on her. She's so pretty and kind and happy-go-lucky and smart and she gives the best, fluffiest wolf hugs when I need them and I always get the warmest feeling in my tummy when she kisses me on the cheek to welcome me home. ...Oh gosh, I'm completely into her.

That explains a few things about my current situation. It's a late night now, almost midnight, and I had to wait for her to fall asleep so I could sneak into her room real quick. Once I tiptoed my way around her bed and in front of her drawer, I got exactly what I wanted: a fresh pair of her panties. Striped, white and pink. Super soft. And the sweet smell... oh gosh. Uh, anyway. I had to sneakily make my way back, careful not to bump into anything, but now...

...Now I'm in the privacy of my room, having taken my clothes off and still holding mom's panties on my left hand (My right one will be busy). Usually, I don't need anything to get off to the idea of her laying down for me and happily taking every inch of my pretty little dick, but tonight's a little different. I hold her panties right up to my nose... and even though they're freshly-washed and completely clean, they still smell just like her. A lovely mix of all the natural soaps she uses and the fragrant, flowery smells that get stuck to her on her gardening job. The aroma is just so... overpowering. Every time it goes through my nostrils I remember the time I saw her standing there, her body dripping with water...

It only took a minute for me to start getting off to that idea yet again. I grabbed my dick and started stroking it, first slowly, with the gentlest of tugs and rubs, then getting a little faster, the pre making a slippery mess out of it real quick. All the while, delighted moans and tiny whimpers left my mouth, muffled a bit by the panties on my face. "M-Mom..." I mutter under my breath, confident that she can't hear any of it. "Nghh..." I did a good job staying upright for most of this, but once my strokes get fast and slick enough, I flop down onto my back and just let myself sink in the blissful sensations. My toes curl and dig into the bedsheets as I mercifully near my first orgasm of the night...

"Rosa?"

Oh no.

"Rosa, honey, you awake?" She knocks on the door, sounding genuinely worried. "Is everything okay?"

Mostly, I have no clue what she could be so worried about. It's not like I was feeling bad or anything (quite the opposite, even). Still, I answer her as calmly as I can, despite having been seconds away from getting semen all over my stomach. "I think so. I'm fine, mom. Don't worry."

"You sure, sweetheart? You sounded like you were crying in there." Oh my gosh. Do I sound that bad when I'm turned on? "Honey, if something's wrong, you can tell mom all about it. You know that, right?"

I'll have to put on my best exasperated voice for this. "Moooom. Nothing's wrong. It's okay."

"Then what was all the whimpering about?"
"I'm, uh." Oh boy, here we go. I've always been bad at making excuses. "I was moving stuff around, and I bumped into something?"
"..."
...I think I'll have to open the do--
"Can you open the door, sweetie? If you're okay with it?" Yup. Still bad at it.

I get up on my feet, hurrying the heck up and putting all my clothes back on, making sure to think of scary stuff so my boner goes away. I stand by the door, take a deep breath, and slowly open it. Sure enough, mom is standing right there, wearing her cute pajamas and sporting some serious bedhead. Crap. Even when she's so worried like this, she's super pretty.

"Oh jeez, look at you," she says, putting a hand on my forehead. "You don't have a fever or anything, but you do look all flushed for some reason."
I nod and give her a weak smile. "It was kind of a nasty bump. But I'm fine, mom."
"If you say so," she tells me, sighing deeply. "I woke up a little earlier, and I heard you sorta whimpering all the way from my room, so I figured something had happened. I guess you fell down while you were sleeping or somethi-- are those my panties."

Mom points to the extremely obvious set of panties I took from the drawer, still laying on my bed; I hop in as fast as my legs can take me, hiding them under the covers alongside me. "Oof, it sure got cold all of a sudden," I blurt out like a doofus. Yet, even without looking at her, I can tell mom is glaring right at me. Sure enough, I take a tiny peek, and she's still waiting there, stretching her hand out as if expecting something. What it could be isn't exactly a mystery.

Ashamed and defeated, I hand her back her panties, still fresh and clean (if rather intensely sniffed). She looks them over, confirming they're just as she left them, then looks back to me. "Any reason you took these without telling me first?" She asks with a genuine tone, as if she'd just give 'em to me if I asked nicely.

Answering this will be unbelievably hard. "Um... I was... I didn't want to... Like, um... I..." I fumble over my words clumsily and incessantly. By now, I figure the least terrible way to handle this is to just suck it up and tell her exactly why.

"They smell nice."

As expected, mom doesn't exactly take this as a compliment. Yet, she doesn't seem grossed out or disappointed either. She just... stares at me, confused. Pondering. Curious. "What do you mean?"
Oh, now I've messed up. I have to be *specific*. "I... they smell... like you. And you always smell nice, so..." WHAT AM I DOING?!
"Like... like me? I mean, heh, honey, I get a ton of flowers on me half the time, so... that's not *me* you're smelling, is it?"
"It... kinda is?" What. Am I doing. I sound like the creepiest girl on the planet.
"Hm?"
"When you're around, the house always smells like roses and stuff, yeah, but it's also like... a super specific kind of aroma? I feel safe and comfy when I notice it and you're around. It's not just roses, but also sunflowers and lavender and all the kinds of soap you use and that warm feeling you always bring home when you had a nice day at work, so that when I'm feeling weird and sad, just... knowing that you're around makes me feel way less anxious. That's what that aroma's reminds me of."

"Aw, honey..." Mom tells me, the slightest hint of a smile forming on her lips. "That's so nice." I can't help but want to smile, too. "But, y'know... you don't have to be so corny about this stuff. If you like the smell, you can just say so. I can give you some of mine. Though they might not fit very well, haha." Somehow, I get the feeling she missed the point. Though I appreciate that she didn't glare me into oblivion.
"Um, Mom--"
"I guess I could always find you a pair your size."
"Mom."

Without thinking twice, I hug her rather fiercely, getting my hands around her as much as I can (not easy, considering how short I am). She hugs me back right away, only taking minimal effort to envelop me in her big, strong, welcoming arms. We stay like this for a bit, breathing slowly and getting used to the sound of each other's heartbeats, before I turn up to face her.

"Mom, I love you. A whole lot."
"Love you too, Rosa."
"No, like... A LOT."
"Me too, heh."
"I mean, like... I've always have, but lately I've felt it really intensely. Like, I wanna kiss you and cuddle with you and make you as happy as I possibly can."
"Well..." Mom chuckles a little, blushing when she hears that last part. "I don't think you can do *everything* that people in love do, but..."
"I totally could!" I insist. "I'm serious. I know what to do."

With that, mom pulls me away from the hug. She looks over to my bedroom for a moment. The look she gives me as soon as she looks back, though... that strange little glimmer in her eye, and the way she ogled at me like I was a tasty snack... it feels very different for reasons I'm about to find out. She pats my head softly before leaning in and whispering something in my ear.

"Why don't you take me to your room and prove it?"

Gulp.

Slowly and nervously, I hold mom's hand and take her into my room. This brief moment of dominance doesn't last, though; she hops onto the bed and pulls me in with surprising strength, so I end up falling right on top of her. What's more, she gives me a massive hug, even fiercer than the one earlier, and I find it's pretty much impossible to wiggle out of it. Not that I have any reason to.

Before I can process everything that's happening (or hide the big, twitching bulge in my pants), she lets go of my body, holds my head with both hands and tugs me down for a kiss. Her lips feel just as soft and inviting as I imagined, and they taste amazing. I can't get enough. Neither can she, apparently, as she keeps giving 'em to me and making delighted noises every time one lands. It'd be nice if I actually knew what I was doing half the time, but it's fine. That said, we've barely done stuff for a minute and I already feel like I'm overheating. That might be a problem.

As she locks her legs around my body and grinds against it with a steady pace, I get the feeling I'm not gonna last long. I think she knows it, too. "Aw, Rosa," she teases me. "You've never done any lewd stuff before, honey?" Wh... Can she tell just from how sloppy my kisses are? "That's okay, you don't have to be an expert, heh. Just do what you wanna do for now. I can teach you how to do it like a pro later." It'd be easier to figure out what she means by 'teaching me' if she wasn't starting to take her clothes off right in front of me. She flips me around and removes her pajamas and her panties, both pretty quickly.

Gosh, though... the view in front of me is so, so beautiful. I've been fantasizing about this exact moment for years now. She's right on top of me, completely naked. Her large breasts jiggle in the air. Her stunning wet pussy hovers so close to my bulge I have to bite my lip and contain myself, because otherwise I'd start rubbing against it. I can't see it from here, but I bet her butt looks just as good -- if not better -- as it did the last time I saw it. I'm just... smitten. I feel like I'm gonna give in and beg for it as soon as I move a muscle. And then she talks.

"Sweetheart, be honest... how do I look?" She asks me, looking deep into my eyes. There's only one way I can answer that.
"Mom... you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."
She blushes and giggles and covers her face with her hands as soon as she hears that. Once she's put herself together again, she continues, massaging my chest. "Aw, come on! Me? A cute gal like you can do way better than that, sweetie. I'm just an old lady who hasn't done this stuff in a while."

That last thing she said... something about it just flips a switch in me. I figure that if mom isn't gonna believe me when I tell her she's the prettiest, then I'll have to prove it. I start taking my clothes off as well, mom still right over me and helping me with my shirt. Once I get to my undies, though, she slides back a little to get the best possible view of my dick. She looks pretty playful about it, too. "Haha, this should be fun. I haven't seen your hen since you were little." I'll try not to be horribly embarrassed about her calling it that. Anyway, I pull my undies down... revealing my twitchy, needy dick. It's still kinda small... but mom seems to like it, judging by her big smile and her hands already starting to wander that way.

With one of her hands rubbing my thigh and the other stroking my dick, it only takes a few seconds for me to be squirming over it. The way she effortlessly rubs and feels up every part of it, even playing with the foreskin and teasing my balls... it feels so good, and so different compared to when I do it. She can tell I'm enjoying myself, too. "Oh, look at you. You'd blow your load already if I went for another minute like this." I... can't argue with that. "Here, let's do this instead."

Taking her hands off my crotch, she carefully sits on top of me, trying to make sure she doesn't squish my tiny frame, and idly rubbing her pussy against my dick. "Rosa... you know how to do this part, dont'cha, sweetie? Get in there and show mommy what you can do, okay?"

That's all I need to hear. I grab mom's thighs (or try to at least; I'm so small compared to her), shift my crotch around so I'm *right* under her, and slowly slide all the way in. She's big enough that it's not a problem, and it feels so incredibly nice and snug in the best possible way... and that's before I start moving.

I look up, and I can very easily tell that mom has lots of experience with this. She handles every shift, every thrust and every throb like a champ, all while she's wearing the most endearing smile on her face. "You're doing good, honey," she cheers me on. She says that, yeah, but every little move sends tingles across my whole body and wrings desperate grunts out of my mouth. I want her to feel as good as I feel, but I also wanna last for longer than two minutes. That stuff's tough. REAL tough.

And yet, she doesn't seem to mind my clumsiness at all. Even when I accidentally slide out and have to shift around and put myself back in. Even when I hump her with an awkward rhythm that I can't really get the hang of. Even when I have to stop myself once or twice because the slightest move would put me over the edge. Even with all of that... she's *still* loving every minute of it, bouncing happily and chuckling with joy whenever my dick seems to hit the spot. But I can tell I'm starting to do a good job when her cute chuckles slowly turn into barely repressed groans. "Nnnf~! Yeah... j-just like that. Keep doing it, don't stop!"

Saying it is one thing, but I'm not gonna last long if I keep going at it. With every thrust, her kind and friendly attitude leans more and more towards a kind of lewdness I'm not at all used to seeing. I always kinda thought she had a side like this, all flirty and horny and just really, really aching for some action. It's hard *not* to feel like I'm getting close when I think of how I got her like this despite being so new at this. Seeing her get all giddy while she's riding me, like she's been missing out on this and just now got back into doing this stuff is just...

I can hold back all I want, but there's not much I can do when she leans down to lay on top of me, still riding my dick and holding me as tightly as she can. "Ooooh, honey... do this with mommy from now on... we're gonna have so much fun once you've got the hang of it!" I can't last like this. She's got me. She's still talking, too, so casually while I'm so close.. "Mmm... Almost there? Y-You can finish inside if you want, i-it's okay... You've lasted way longer than I thought you would, hah..."

If I'm gonna finish now, I might as well make it count. I try to hug mom as hard as she's holding me and start pumping away. My eyes roll back and overwhelmed groans escape my mouth. And that's before I notice a hand sliding under my balls, a finger pressing delicately against my butthole. It goes in without a problem, deeper than I thought it could, and just before I'm about to finally climax, it hits my prostate and rubs and pushes up against it. I barely felt it for a second before a sharp, electrifying feeling bursts and flows all over me, sending shivers everywhere and turning whatever I try to say into mush. Instead, I let out a loud, exhilarated moan  as my dick twitches, spilling loads of cum inside her, and I quiver and shake with little control. For a good ten to fifteen seconds, my mind goes blank and all I feel is this wonderful, heavenly orgasm overtaking me.

By the time I start to ride it out and my senses come back to me, I'm a total mess, panting shakily and feeling like my head is spinning. Mom, however, seems so calm in comparison, looking at me with a satisfied grin and casually scratching my head like she's rewarding me for doing chores or something. "Aw, good girl," she tells me. "But you gotta last longer than that next time."

"Wh-what? Well, that ain't fair... I was doing fine until you started fingering me," I scoff back at her. I can't even pretend to be fussy about it, though. "B-But I'll try! I wanna be just as good at it as you are."

"Good. Maybe next time you can make sure I hit my orgasm too!" She says with a cackle.

"Oh, you better be ready, mom," I assure her. If I can do to her what she did to me, I'll consider it a success. For now, I'm comfortable just laying next to her and enjoying our afterglow, spending the rest of the night chatting with her and boasting about each other's skills. I'm so glad I told her how I feel. It's been a while since I saw so much cheer adorning her face.

And I could *definitely* get used to this.