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Mom's Secret

By: Wannabe Chick



The sky was so gray with clouds that, when I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing at 7:00 AM, I barely realized it was morning. Groaning, I pulled my blankets closer to me, turned over, and tried to go back to sleep. No 18-year-old boy likes waking up for school at seven in the morning, but it’s even worse on December 21st, two days before Christmas vacation begins. I had no desire to greet such an ugly day, so I decided to sleep until Christmas. Wearing only boxer shorts, but warm beneath my blankets, I was content to sleep the miserable day away.

My mom, however, had other plans.

“Time to get up,” she said from the doorway. Flicking on the lights, I whined and covered my head with the blanket. “Come on,” she said, “two more days and you’re done.”

“School was cancelled,” I said, my voice muffled by several layers of covers.

“Oh really,” said my mom. The bed springs lowered slightly as she sat on the mattress next to me. I remained hidden.

“The news said there was a 99.999% chance of snow, so they just cancelled it,” I said, obviously lying. “You’d better let me sleep. Growing boys need their sleep.”

“Growing boys need to quit stalling and get out of bed,” said my mom, “because you know what’ll happen if you don’t . . .”

“What?” I asked.

“You’ll get tickled!” Before I knew it, my mom’s fingers were digging into my sides, hitting all my weak spots. I’d always been very ticklish and she, being my mother, knew all the right buttons to push. I was at her mercy, giggling so hard I could barely breathe.

“No more!” I croaked.

“Are you going to get out of bed and come have breakfast?” she asked, her fingers withdrawn but still ready to strike.

“Yeah, yeah,” I finally said.

“Good,” Mom replied. She gave me a swat on the butt and rose from the bed. She left my room and I could hear her walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I stretched, pulled back to the covers, and rolled out of bed to begin my day.

Fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed, I joined my mom in the kitchen. She was dressed for work as well, in a handsome red suit, white blouse, and black stockings. I guess now would be a good time to tell you about her. Her name is Christine, she’s 39 years old, and she raise d me by herself since I was a baby. My dad died of cancer before my first birthday, so I never knew him. Mom and I got along well, though. She had a successful career as a producer of a local news program, so we never wanted for money. I’m her only child. She’s never really dated that I can remember although sometimes I wonder if she’s just waiting until I go to college.

Watching her cook my scrambled eggs (dry with pepper, just the way I like them) I had to admire her. She was tall for a woman, almost six feet, with very large breasts, and firm, muscular thighs and calves. She had a nice, round ass as well. Her body was sexy enough to match the beauty of her face: pink lips, blue eyes, perfect smile, sandy blonde hair. As I took all these things in, I felt a little guilty to be analyzing my mom in that way. But, as I reminded myself, I was just stating the obvious.

“I’m going over to Ann’s after school,” I told her. Ann was my girlfriend. She was a sophomore, like me, and we’d be dating for a few weeks.

“And how will you be getting home?” my mom asked.

“Ann’s brother said he’d give me a ride,” I told her.

“OK,” Mom replied.

With that matter resolved, my mom served me my eggs and toast, then poured herself a bowl of Special K to eat. I made a face at her, expressing my disapproval of the bland cereal and my mom laughed. We talked idly as we ate until it was time to leave.

Mom always dropped me off on her way to work. She pulled the car up to the curb, working her way through the crowd of high school students converging on the school like ants. I said goodbye and opened the door.

“Brendan?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“Forgetting something?”

I looked around for a moment, trying to remember what it was. Then I noticed my mom’s cheek turned towards me. I grinned, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and stepped out of the car. I shut the door and waved goodbye as she drove away.

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My day at school was uneventful. The days before a vacation always are. The students were restless and impatient. The teachers were powerless to do anything about it. I spent most of my time in class thinking about Ann and wondering what she had in store for us that afternoon. I knew for a fact that her parents were away and we’d have the place to ourselves until her brother got home from work at 6:00 PM.

Strangely, as I thought about Ann, my mom kept popping up in my thoughts. I thought of her body pressing against me that mourning as she’d tickled me. I could feel her breasts against me . . .

I pushed that thought from my mind and tried to focus on Ann. She was small and slender with a taut, lithe body. Her brown hair and eyes always made my cock stir as she’d toss her head and her eyes would shine with mischief. I was definitely looking forward to seeing her.

Hours later, the time finally came. Ann and I went to her house on the bus and she immediately led me into her bedroom. She asked me to strip down to my boxer shorts, which I did, and sit down on the bed. She smiled at me and disappeared into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

“Ready?” I heard her call out a minute later.

“Ready,” I said.

The door slowly opened and Ann emerged. She was dressed only in a white, nearly transparent babydoll which clearly revealed the dark circles of her nipples. She also wore a tiny pair of g-string panties. She turned in a circle, letting me see her ass with only a tiny strip of cloth wedged in her crack. She was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

It was odd, however, that instead of feeling overwhelmed with desire as I would have expected to be, I felt a tight ball of anxiety form in my stomach. It only grew as Ann moved closer. When she sat down on the bed and began to stroke my thigh, I was paralyzed.

“M-maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I stammered.

“Why not?” she asked.

“What if your brother comes home early?” I asked.

“He won’t,” she said.

“We should wait until we’re sure we have privacy,” I suggested. “Don’t you think?”

“No,” was her reply.

Her hand slid up my thigh and came to rest right on my cock. There was only a thin layer of cotton separating us. She began to rub, trying to get a reaction out of me. I began to sweat, but my dick wouldn’t harden one bit. I desperately wanted to be out of there. Her eyes suddenly became angry, as if she’d taken my inability to get it up as a personal insult.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“I’m just nervous?” I said.

“Why are you nervous?” she demanded. “Don’t you feel comfortable with me? Don’t you want me?”

“I do,” I said, “I just don’t . . .”

“Fine,” she said, standing up quickly. She grabbed a bathrobe off a hook and quickly wrapped it around herself, covering up.

“Ann . . .” I said.

“Leave,” she ordered.

“How am I gonna get home?” I asked.

“I don’t care,” she said. “You’ve humiliated me. You can walk home. I don’t give a shit.”

There was nothing I could say or do. Under Ann’s glaring watch, I dressed, grabbed my coat, and left. It was 3:00 PM. It would take me an hour or more to walk home. A cold wind blew and I buttoned up my coat to my chin. Sighing deeply, I began to walk.

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Around 4:00 PM, I reached my house. I’d had an hour to think about what’d happened between Ann and me, but my mind was still wracked with confusion and doubt. I had been attracted to her, but I hadn’t been sexually aroused by her touch. In fact, it was almost the opposite. I asked myself a thousand questions but the one which popped up most was: am I gay? Could that explain why she couldn’t seduce me? I didn’t think about men in a sexual way, but now I began to wonder.

As I walked down my driveway, I saw my mom’s car parked in the garage. Apparently, she’d come home early. I walked into the garage and through the door into the house. I could heard the sound of the washing machine and the dryer running downstairs in the basement laundry room, as well as the sound of my mom moving around. I walked down the carpeted stairs until I had reached the basement floor. I looked across the room to where Mom was standing.

My insides froze as I saw her. Mom was standing, with her back to me, wearing nothing but a red bra. My eyes followed the graceful arch of her back to her big, firm ass, down to her strong thighs. She didn’t move. Apparently, she couldn’t hear me over the sound of the machines. I knew I should retreat up the stairs, as silently as I had come, but I was transfixed on my mother’s nude body.

Suddenly, as if sensing something behind her, my mom whirled around to face me. She had the same deer in headlights look I knew must have been on my face. My eyes focused immediately on her huge breasts, barely contained by the bra. They had to be at least double D’s. My eyes flicked down to her crotch and I got the biggest shock of my entire life.

Nestled comfortably between my mother’s thighs was an eight-inch, limp penis, hanging over an equally enormous pair of testicles, all capped by a bush of golden-brown pubic hair.

Finally able to move, my mom grabbed a towel to cover herself. When her paralysis broke, so did mine. I immediately turned and bolted up the stairs. I ran into the living room but I didn’t know what to do. I had just seen my mother naked and she was a man! Should I leave? Should I stay? I didn’t know. I ran up the stairs into my room and sat down on my bed. I was so confused I could barely think. So I sat and waited.

A few minutes later, I heard an almost imperceptibly soft knock on the door.

“Brendan?” my mom whispered. “Honey, are you OK?”

“Yeah,” I said weakly.

“May I come in?” she asked.

“I guess,” I replied, not sure if I should.

The door opened slowly and my mom stepped in, wearing a pair of gray sweats and a Boston University t-shirt. Her face was bright red and she looked as if she were about to cry. She was ringing her hands together nervously as if not sure what to say. I didn’t know what to say either, but I was afraid to speak.

“I spilled soup on my clothes,” she told me. “I went down and threw them in the wash since I was doing a load anyway. I didn’t think you’d be home so early.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie,” she said. “May I sit down?” I shrugged. My mom sat down on the bed next to me and I scooted over to make room for her. “What are you thinking about?” she asked me.

“You have . . .” I began, but couldn’t finish.

“Brendan,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I am a transsexual.”

The word hung in the air. I had heard it before, but never had a real concept of what it meant. I thought of the movie “The Birdcage” and men performing, dressed up like women. But these people still looked like men. My mother had the face and figure of a beautiful, feminine woman.

“Do you know what that is?” she asked. I shook my head, not able to meet her eye. My arms were folded across my chest and my chin was almost touching my elbows. “A transsexual is a man or a woman who lives as a member of the opposite sex. He or she still has the same sex organs, unless that’s changed by surgery, but most don’t do that. For the most part, someone like me, a person born as a man who becomes a woman, tries to be as womanly as possible. That’s how I’ve lived my life.”

“But why?” I asked.

“When I was a young gi- . . .” she paused. “ . . . a young boy, I knew I was different. People said I was a boy, but I knew they were wrong. I knew I was really a girl. After high school, I decided to end the charade. I went into counseling, took hormones, had some minor cosmetic surgery. I changed my name and, when I entered college after a year off, Christopher Murray was gone and Christine Murray remained.”

“But what about Dad?” I asked. “It’s obvious you didn’t give birth to me. So who did? And how does Dad fit into all this?”

“Well,” she said, “you know your father and I met in college. I was the co-chair of the Boston University Queer Alliance. Gay groups were still relatively new back then. He joined because he was questioning his sexuality. I knew there was something special about him so I told him my secret. To my surprise, he wasn’t disgusted or afraid. He thought it was kinda sexy. So we started dating and then we were married after graduation.”

“Two years before I was born,” I said. I knew this part of the story although Mom had always just said they’d met in college.

“We’d lived together for a year before we decided to have children,” she continued. “Obviously, I couldn’t become pregnant. I wish I could have. I wanted so badly to carry you and feel you growing inside me. But such is life.”

“So who did give birth to me?” I asked.

“Your Aunt Natalie,” was her surprising answer. I was stunned. Natalie was not my real aunt, I knew, just my mother’s oldest friend. I had no knowledge of this, however. “We considered adoption, but we wanted our baby to be part of us, so we asked Natalie to be the surrogate mother and she agreed. Her only request was that she remain a part of the baby’s life, which she has.”

“So who donated?” I asked, unable to use the word sperm in front of my mother.

“I did,” she said. “We expected to have another child at some point and figured we’d donate the next time around.”

“Then he got cancer,” I said.

“Right,” my mom replied, lowering her head. “Your father loved me very much, but he loved you more than anything in the world. He always thought of you as his son and me as your mother. He died happy because of you.”

My mother’s voice was a harsh whisper, choked with tears. Seeing her, on the verge of open weeping, I forgot my confusion and opened my arms to her. She hugged me tightly, crying into my shoulder. I held her, stroking her head, beginning to cry as well.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I wish I could have been a real mother to you.”

I pulled away and looked her in the eye. I didn’t see a transsexual or a sperm donor. I saw the woman who kissed me goodnight, who made my lunches, who had always shown me nothing but love and kindness my entire life.

“You are my mother,” I said, “and I love you.”

“I love you too, honey,” she said, and held me once again.

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By the time I went to bed, things had more or less returned to normal. My mother had been born a man, with the package to prove it. But she was my mother and I didn’t care about that. She and I were a team and that wouldn’t change now. As my mom kissed me goodnight, my mind was on Ann. My mom said goodnight and left the room, flicking off the lights. Alone in the dark with only my thoughts, I recalled what had transpired.

Suddenly, I had a small epiphany. If I was concerned that I might be gay, I should talk to someone who had been through the same experience. And I had just such a person under the same roof! Surely my mom had dealt with these same feelings at some point. It would be awkward talking to her about this sort of thing but nowhere near as awkward as it had been for her to talk to me about her life.

Finally, I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. Dressed in my t-shirt and boxer shorts, I crept out of my room and down the hall to my mom’s room. Her light was still on, so I knocked.

“Mom?” I called.

“Just a sec!” she called back. I heard shuffling in the room, then she said, “Come in.”

I walked into the room, ringing my hands together as I shuffled towards her. She was in bed, with her blankets pulled up to her stomach. She wore a white, flannel nightgown embroidered with pink and purple flowers. She was sitting up as if she’d been watching TV but nothing was on the screen.

“Hi,” I said.

“What’s up?” she asked. I moved closer.

“I need to talk to you about something?” I said.

“Sure, kiddo,” she said, patting the spot on the bed next to her. “What’s on your mind?”

“Well,” I said, sitting beside her, “I was over at Ann’s today and . . . I feel weird talking about this . . . but we started to get kind of physical.” Mom raised her eyebrows. “But, I didn’t feel anything. Anything except nervous, anyway. I think . . . I think I might be gay.”

My mom thought about it for a moment, then responded.

“I know how that feels,” she said. “I had been attracted to other boys as long as I could remember but, when I was about your age, I started looking at other girls differently.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” she said. “The important thing to remember is that sexuality is a very broad thing. Just because you feel sexually attracted to one man or you have sex with one, it doesn’t mean you’re gay. Or, if you aren’t turned on by one particular woman, that doesn’t mean you’re gay either.”

“So how do I know?” I asked.

“You just need to experiment until you find what you like,” she said.

“Oh,” I said, a little disappointed. My mom looked at me and smiled. I smiled back weakly. I was hoping Mom would have some more answers. Shrugging, I figured I could try looking at some gay porn and see if I liked it. It was worth a shot.

“Wait, I have an idea,” my mom finally said. I looked over at her, sitting on the bed beside me in her nightgown. “I have a video you could watch.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“An . . . adult video,” she said, blushing. My mom had porn! I was stunned for the millionth time today. “Want to watch it? I’ll turn it off if you don’t like it.”

“Alright,” I said nervously. I had trouble comprehending the idea of watching gay porn with my mom. Of course, I had managed to comprehend the idea of my mom having a penis, so I supposed I could handle anything.

My mom reached for the DVD remote on the night table to the right of the bed. She pointed it at the television, pressed a button, and the television turned on. She pressed another button and a DVD began to play, beginning with a title screen which read: “Twink Farmboys #3”. She fast-forwarded through the credits to the first scene, which opened with a picturesque scene of a country farm, then cut to the inside of a barn.

There was a brown-haired, teenage boy with blue eyes wearing nothing but jeans and a cowboy hat, moving some wooden crates. I found myself admiring his flat stomach and muscular arms and wondering wha the would look like naked. Just then, another teenage boy who had blonde hair and was wearing overalls, stepped into the frame. He walked over to the first boy and they greeted one another.

“My pa is out fo rthe day,” said the blonde.

“I’m just about finished anyway,” said the brunette.

“You look like you could use a drink,” the blonde remarked. “Or maybe a blowjob.”

The brunette, apparently caught unaware by this proposal, backed away but found only a wall behind him. The blonde moved in, pressing his hands against the brunette’s firm chest and kissing his neck. His fingers moved down to the brunette’s jeans and he unbuttoned the fly as the brunette gave into his urges. Once the jeans were open, the blonde pulled out his friend’s seven-inch, hard, uncircumcised cock and began to suck eagerly.

Meanwhile, my own dick was rock hard. I was so caught up in the video that I didn’t notice the tent I’d pitched in my boxers. My mom, however, did notice. She looked over at me, smiled, then looked down at my crotch. I blushed madly.

“You like it?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Those guys are cute.”

“Why don’t you get under the covers?” she suggested. “Get warm.”

“OK,” I replied.

Mom pulled down the blankets past her knees, making room for me to swing my legs under the covers. Looking over at her, I suddenly noticed that I wasn’t the only one who had pitched a tent. There was an unmistakable rise in the fabric of her nightgown which pulled the hem of the garment tantalizingly close to the place where her legs met. I looked at her and smiled, still blushing. She smiled back.


Mom's Secret



Let me start by telling you about my mother. Her name is Brenda and she taught the third grade at a nearby school. She was thirty-eight, then, but she looked younger. Outwardly, at least, she was very conservative, very proper, exactly as a teacher of eight and nine year old children should be. But I always thought there was another side to her. 

She had shoulder length, honey blond hair which she normally wore up, in a bun, on the back of her head. Her face was very pretty, large, blue eyes, a small nose and a sensual mouth.

She had a good figure but her conservative clothes, loose fitting tops and long skirts, kept it hidden. She had a slim build and her breasts were small. Her waist was slender and her hips were narrow. She had a flat stomach and a rounded ass. Her legs were sleekly muscled

She always wore nylons, usually pantyhose, but I occasionally noticed she was wearing stockings that stopped at mid-thigh and were held up by garters. 

One afternoon, while my mother was out shopping, I went into the laundry room, looking for my favorite sweatshirt. I did not find my sweatshirt but, looking in the washer, I did find a white garter belt and a black one, as well as a green, yellow, orange and blue thongs. I also found two bras, one red and one black, both made of lace with the tips of the bra removed. I wondered what the parents of the children my mother taught would do if they knew what she was wearing under her prim outfits. 

I think I had always been sexually attracted to my mother. I read that it was almost normal for teen-aged boys but I was no longer a teen-ager. I was twenty years old, about to start my third year of college, but thinking about my mother, wearing that sexy underwear under her clothes, made me very aroused. I spent that night, and several nights afterward, fantasizing and masturbating.

It was the end of Christmas break. I would be returning to school the next day. That night, I was at home, sitting next to my mother on the couch, watching T.V. My dad had to get up at five A.M. for work so he was already in bed. My sister was at work. She worked at a fast food restaurant and did not get off until eleven. After three years of summer vacations, Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, my going back to school was no longer a big deal. My mother would drop me off at the airport and that was that.

At ten-thirty, my mother said, "Its been a long day. I'm going to go to bed." As usual, she had already changed into her nightgown, a pink, oversized T-shirt, covered by a pale blue robe which she buttoned from the hem to the neck. 

"We're leaving for the airport at ten, right?" my mother asked.

"My flight is at eleven thirty," I told her.

Are you all packed?" she asked.

"Ready to go," I told her.

"Don't stay up too late," she said.

My mother leaned towards me, to give me a goodnight kiss, and what happened next just happened. I did not plan it and I did not think about it. I just did it.

I draped my left arm around her shoulders and before she could react, I pulled her close to me and pressed my lips on her's. At the same time, with my right hand, I cupped her firm, braless breast.

"Oh my god," mom gasped, jerking her head away but not doing anything about my arm around her shoulders or my hand on her breast. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry," I told her, "but I've wanted to do this for a long time." I could not read her expression. I couldn't tell if she was going to kiss me or kick me. "If you want me to stop, I will"

"No," mom said, covering my hand with her's, "don't stop. It feels good." 

I pulled her to me and kissed her again. Nervously, I slipped my tongue between her lips. She tightened her grip on my hand, pressing it harder against her breast, as she opened her mouth and gave me her tongue.

Our tongues explored the inside of each other's mouth. My mother loosened her grip on my hand and let me play with her breasts. As I did, I moved my head and began kissing her neck.

"Oh, god," she groaned, moving even closer, " that feels so good."

"Take your robe off," I said.

"I can't," my mother told me.

"Please?" I begged.

Without speaking, mom slid forward until her ass was on the front edge of the couch, then she pulled the robe and gown up to the top of her legs. "Will this do?" she asked, guiding my hand between her thighs.

Her pubic mound was covered by a thick bush. I worked my middle finger down into her slit and rubbed her clitoris. "Ooohhh, yesss," she groaned, "Do that."

I flicked the little button with my fingertip then rubbed it in tiny circles. Her slit was wet and my fingers moved through it easily, into her hot, dripping vagina. "Ooohhh, shit!" she almost screamed as I pushed two fingers into her.

My cock was so hard it hurt. I stood up and unbuckled my belt. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Lay down," I told her, unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. She stared at me with a look of trepidation but she lay down across the cushions. 

I pushed my jeans down around my knees. I reached down and pulled one leg off the couch, separating her legs. The robe was up, around her hips, exposing her almost from the waist down. As I put my knee on the couch, my mother separated her legs further apart and at the same time, reached down, gripped my cock and pulled me towards her. I positioned myself over her and pushed my hips forward.

My cock slid easily into the hot, damp, velvety tunnel, completely to the hilt. "Oh, oh, oh fuck!" she moaned. 

I was ten inches taller than my mother and at least a hundred pounds heavier. "What wrong?" I asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, no, no," mom said, "Your so big. You're in so deep. I can feel how deep you are."

"Should I take it out?" I asked.

"No, don't take it out," my mother said, "Don't ever take it out."

I put my weight on my elbows and began pumping my hips. My mother gasped and moaned as I slid my cock in and out of her. "Its been so long---I forgot---how good this feels," my mother said, in a breathy voice, "and how much I like it." 

She moved her leg up, to the top of the couch's back, and moved her other foot back and further out, futher seperating her thighs. "Yes, baby, yes," she crooned, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, "Fuck mommy, fuck mommy, make mommy cum."

I felt the walls of her cunt tighten around my cock, squeezing it just before what felt like a gallon of hot jizm spurted, then poured, into my mother's spazming vagina.

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It was nearly mid-night and I was still awake. I could not stop thinking about my mother and the fact that I had actually fucked her. 

After I stopped cumming, I pulled back and out of my mother. Her eyes were closed, her features looked different, softer, almost dreamy and her face seemed to glow. "Are you O.K." I asked.

"I'm wonderful," she said, opening her eyes and smiling, "you have no idea how wonderful." She reached out and touched my half hard cock, "and so are you."

I got to my feet and mom slid back on the couch. "Oh, shit," she muttered, "I'm dripping your juice all over." She stood up and shoved her hand between her legs, holding back my juice with her robe and gown. "Go to bed," she said as she hurried toward the downstairs powder room, "Zoe will be home any minute."

Lying on my bed, I heard Zoe come in a few minutes later. I heard her walk up the stairs and go into her room. A minute or two later, I heard my mother come up. Then Zoe went into the bathroom for her shower and fifteen minutes later she went back to her bedroom. 

I lay there a while, trying to sleep, but it was useless. I was wide awake and my mind would not stop thinking about my mother. The clock next to my bed said 11:57.

I got up and went into the hallway. Except for the night lite in the bathroom, the house was dark. I went to my parents bedroom and slowly opened the door. "Is that you?" I heard my mother's whisper, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," I whispered back, as I entered the room.

"What do you want?" she whispered.

I crossed the room in the barely visible light that filtered through the window from the street. I knelt down next to the bed, put one arm over her body and moved my lips to her ear. "I want you," I whispered just before I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth then began kissing her neck.

"We can't," she protested, "Not now---not here!" 

But I did not listen. I slipped my hand under the blanket, onto her firm breasts. Covered only by a thin layer of fabric, I could feel her hard nipples, erect against my palm. As I played with her breasts, I pressed my lips hard on her own and plunged my tongue deep into her mouth.

My mother pushed me away and gasping, whispered, "Be quiet–let me get out of bed," 

I backed up on my knees and saw my mother slowly swung her legs off the bed, then drop down on all fours and finally lie down on the floor on her back. "Come on," she said, her hand finding and rubbing my cock, "fuck me now."

I got over her and she slowly inserted my cock. The nightgown was pulled up but still covered her breasts. 

I lay on top of her, savoring the hot wetness that engulfed my cock, as I kissed her neck. "I'm glad you came," she whispered, "I was hoping you would." 

It was difficult to fuck her without making noise but knowing my father was just a few feet away made screwing her even more exciting, more fun. I pumped in and out of her as slowly as I could while my desire, my need to cum, grew stronger and stronger. After a few minutes, just when I thought my cock would explode, the dam suddenly broke. I dropped my head and kissed her mouth in a long, wet kiss, while stream after stream of hot cum spurted into mom's belly.

The next morning, my mother woke me up at eight o'clock. "Good morning," she said, smiling, "Time to get going." She was wearing a blue blouse, a gray skirt, beige nylons but no shoes.

I smiled back and pulled the sheet and blanket from my naked body. "We don't have time," mom said, her eyes focused on my erection. 

"Please," I begged, gripping and stroking my cock, "I won't be home for six months"

She looked at me, made a little shrug and hiked up her skirt, displaying the tops of her thigh high stockings, held up by a red garter belt. She wasn't wearing panties.

Without speaking, she got on my bed, straddled my hips and eased my cock into her already hot, wet vagina. Staring down at me, my mother raised and lowered her hips with a slow, steady rhythm. 

"You really like this, don't you," I said, "You really like fucking."

"I love it," she said, lowering her face close to mine, "Now be quiet. Just shut up and fuck me."

I pulled her down, kissing her and sliding my tongue into her mouth as I pushed my hips up and released my cum deep inside her. 

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When I returned home, six months later, my mother told me that as much as she enjoyed what we did, there was no way we could it again, ever. She could not forget that she was my mother.

Though our affair lasted less than twenty four, I will never forget it.



Mom's Secret Ch. 02



Synopsis: This is the third installment of an on-going series about a young man named Brendan who lives with his single mother in your average, suburban home. Average, that is, except that Mom is actually a transsexual. In this chapter, it is the morning following the first sexual encounter between mother and son, but definitely not the last.

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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 pulled the blankets off me and stood up. On the floor beside the bed was a neat pile of fresh clothes which my mom had placed for me. Of her, there was no trace, only an empty spot on the bed where she had laid beside me. I pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and walked towards the door, stopping briefly to look out the window. Snow was falling heavily and it appeared to me as if there was at least eight inches already on the ground.

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?"

"Like a baby," I replied.

I moved towards her and she gave mea motherly hug and a kiss on the cheek, as was our usual custom in the morning. When she began to move away, I held her by the waist, and looked her in the eyes. She blinked nervously, then we leaned in together. Our lips met, softly at first, and soon we were engaged in a full lip lock. After a few moments, we pulled away. My hands rested on her hips for a second, then I slowly began to loosen the cord of her bathrobe. Once it was untied, I began to slowly part the fabric, as my mom lightly sighed. I could see the gooseflesh rising on her breasts and we both trembled.

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?"

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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 knot 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. 



Mom's Secret Ch. 02



For the next six months, even though I had sex almost every night, I could not stop thinking about my mother. Her last words to me repeated, over and over, in my mind. She had enjoyed what we had done but it could never happen again, ever. She could not forget that she was my mother.

I wanted to respect her wishes but I could not stop thinking about her. We had fucked three times in less than twelve hours, including once just a few feet away from my sleeping father, but I had not seen her naked or touched her bare breasts. What I wanted most was to eat her pussy and feel my cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

She was my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. I masturbated at least once a day as I thought about what I wanted to do to her, what I wanted her to do to me.

Finally, my third year of college ended. I shipped my personal belongings home and got on an airplane.

My flight got in at twelve forty-five. When I got off the plane, my mother was waiting for me at the gate. She smiled and waved as I walked down the ramp. When we got close, we hugged lightly and kissed each other on the cheek. My mother was a third grade school teacher, very conservative and proper, outwardly at least I was tempted to pull her body against mine and kiss her on the mouth, hard and deep. 

She looked even prettier than I remembered. Slim and petite, she had a beautiful face, thick, straight, honey blond hair that hung down below her shoulders, and large, deep, brown eyes. She was wearing a green blouse and a white skirt, sheer, black nylons and white shoes with three inch heels. 

It was hard to believe that this gorgeous woman who had gotten married young and had two children by the time she was twenty, still managed to get a degree and become a teacher. 

As we walked to the baggage area, my mother and I made small talk about the past six months. I asked about Zoe, my eighteen year old sister. Mom told me Zoe would have come with her to meet me but she had a job interview that morning. I was glad Zoe had not come because I wanted to be alone with my mother.

I knew that most people who saw us thought we were brother and sister or girlfriend/boyfriend, maybe even husband and wife. Brenda looked much too young to be my mother. 

I was almost twenty-one, six feet tall and weighed two hundred pounds. Four years of high school sports plus three more years playing at college made my body hard and muscular. 

I carried my suitcase as we walked to the garage. The crowd thinned out until, as we approached the car, parked on the top level, mom and I were alone. She beeped the trunk open and we went to the back of the car to put my suitcase in the trunk.

I pulled the lid down and took my mother's hand. "Before we get in the car," I said, "I want to ask you something."

"What is it?" she asked.

"I have to know," I said, nervously, "if what happened the last time I was home could happen again? I know what you said but I can't stop thinking about what we did. I want you much I can't stand it."

"I've been thinking about it, too," she told me, looking directly at my eyes, "I've been thinking about it, a lot. If it happens, your father, nor anyone else, can ever find out."

"Is that all you're worried about?" I asked.

"If anyone does finds out," she said, "my marriage and my career are both over. I'm not sure how much I care about my marriage but I plan on teaching for a long time."

"I'll never tell," I assured her, smiling as I cupped her breasts, "I thought about doing this every night I was at school." I lowered my head and mom stretched upwards to kiss me. I groaned with relief as our lips pressed together and our tongues slid into each other's mouth. 

She groaned, too, softly, as we kissed and my hands massaged her breasts through her blouse and bra. I moved one hand behind her and slowly lowered it to her ass. She groaned again, louder, and moved her hips forward, pressing my erection against her as I massaged the firm cheeks of her ass.

"I think—we should—stop," she said, gasping as she pulled away from me, "I'm getting really turned on."

"So am I," I told her, pushing against her so she could feel my erection.

"We'd better go," mom said, "before we lose control."

"I think I already have." I said as I pulled her tighter against me and began kissing her neck.

"Stop," mom said as she leaned her head towards mine, "You know that makes me crazy."

"I want to fuck you," I told her.

Now?" mom asked, "Here? What if someone sees us?"

"We can go between the cars," I said, pulling her hand to follow me, "No one will see. There is no one around. Please, I want you so fucking much."

She followed me, reluctantly, but once we were in the space between our car and the one next to it, my mother quickly unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock free.

"Pull your pantyhose down," I told her, as I hiked up her skirt.

"I'm not wearing pantyhose," she told me, rubbing my tool with both hands, "or panties, either. I thought you might like the garter belt and stockings when I took my skirt off."

"You were planning to take off your skirt for me?" I asked.

"Well," she said with a crooked smile, putting her arms around my neck, "I thought it might happen,--at home—in bed. Not in the airport parking garage."

"I can't wait," I said. I reached behind her and gripped the bare cheeks of her ass. "How long ago did you change your mind?" I asked, rubbing and squeezing the firm, smooth, pliant flesh. 

I shifted my hands under her, lifting her, separating her ass cheeks and pussy lips as she wrapped her legs around my hips. "About a week after you left," mom told me, with a small chuckle.

She was surprisingly light and I held her up easily as I changed her position and slid her pussy onto my cock. "Oh, fuck," my mother gasped as my thick, nine inch cock slid into her hot and wet, tight pussy.

Her wet warmth enveloped me, making me groan loudly. My mother clung to my neck and, as I supported her ass with my hands, she pumped her hips with long, deep strokes. "Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, "Oh god,--- OH GOD—OHYYYEEESSSSS!"

Our naked pubes ground together and hot cum spurted into my mother's belly.

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The next morning, I awoke at eleven forty five. It felt good to lie in bed and not have to worry about getting to class, or making a deadline, or finishing an assignment. Especially since it was my bed in my room. 

I was surprised that I had slept so late. At school, I could not sleep past nine, even on the week=ends. I was also surprised, and a little disappointed, that my mother had not awakened me.

Yesterday, when we got home from the airport, Zoe greeted me with a big hug and a kiss. "I'm glad you're home, Bubba." she smiled, using her nickname for me.

"Thanks," I told her, "its really good to be home." Then I remembered why she had not come with my mother to meet me. "How did the interview go?"

Zoe and I started talking about her job quest. She was having a hard time, finding a summer job, and thought I might, too. We talked about college life because in September, Zoe would join me at the state university. 

My father got home at five thirty. We shook hands and he asked about school and the sports program.

I knew my mother had problems with him but I thought my dad was O.K. He was an area manager for an insurance company. He made a good salary but he usually worked really long hours. Plus, once a month, he had to go out of town, sometimes for three days, sometimes for ten. We all had dinner together and afterward, Zoe had a date. My father and I watched a night baseball game on television and my mother, not much for sports, read a book. 

It was nearly eleven when the game ended. The fact that my father had stayed up that night aggravated me, though I could not show it. I wanted to have sex with my mother but I realized I was really beat so I said good night and headed for bed.

Twelve and a half hours later, I swung out of bed, feeling rested and ready for anything. I had morning wood that begged for attention but I ignored it, hoping my mother was alone downstairs.

Before going down, I shaved and showered, then put on a T-shirt and knee length shorts. I went downstairs, barefoot, and into the kitchen.

There was coffee, already made, but my mother was nowhere to be seen. I called her but there was no answer. I poured a cup of coffee and decided to drink it on the deck. 

I went to the sliding glass door and pulled it open. As I stepped on to the deck, I saw my mother and almost spilled half my coffee in surprise. She was lying on the chaise lounge, sunning herself, completely naked with one knee bent upwards. My cock went hard immediately. I stood at the railing, eyes wide and mouth open, staring at her nude body.

She smiled at my surprise and said, "Good morning. I was wondering when you'd get up."

"I was hoping you'd wake me up," I told her. I wanted to take her in my arms, to touch and kiss her naked flesh, but I could not move. For some unknown reason, I felt as though I should wait for an invitation.

"I went into your room," my mother said, "just after your father left, but you were sound asleep and I didn't have the heart to wake you."

"Do you always sunbathe naked?" I asked, abruptly changing the subject. It occurred to me that the deck was perfect for nude sunbathing. The nearest neighbor was a hundred yards away. 

"No, not very often," my mother said, lowering one knee and raising the other, "Your father doesn't like it when I'm naked outside the bedroom. You don't mind, do you?"

"I don't mind at all," I assured her.

"You can get naked, too," my mother said, "if you'd like."

I pulled my T-shirt and shorts off, letting them lay where they fell. My cock was fully erect and sticking straight.

"That's quite a stiffie," my mother smiled, "Would you like me to take care of it for you?"

She reached out towards me and I moved forward, putting my erection in her hand. She stroked the shaft, from the crown to the base, unable to get her fingers completely around it.. "You have such a nice cock," my mother said, swinging her feet to the deck and turning her body toward me, "so long and thick." She looked up at me and smiled. "Do you like having your cock sucked?"

"I love it," I admitted, my stomach jumping nervously as her hand rubbed and twisted the giant pole..

"Would you like me to suck your cock?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, looking down at her beautiful face. 

Her tongue moved forward, between her lips, and licked the underside of the head. At the same time, her lips separated and I watched half my tool slide into my mother's mouth. I could see other hand playing with her own pussy.

She gripped the base with one hand and sucked the pole in and out of her mouth. Then she slid her lips and tongue along the sides and the underside. As she licked and sucked, her right hand rubbed and twisted the shaft and her left hand massaged my balls.

.I could feel my orgasm growing, the pressure growing. "Uuuhhh, shit," I moaned, "Ooohhh, FUCK! I'M CUMMING–I'M CUMMING–OOOHHHFFFUCK!"

Stream after stream of hot jizm pumped through my cock and spurted into my mother's mouth. When the flow finally stopped, my mother looked at me and smiled. She opened her lips, so I could see the pool of pearly cum that filled her mouth. She lowered her face, swallowed, and looked back at me. "You have so much cum," she said, licking her lips, "And you taste good, too." 

She stood up, put her arms around my neck, pulled my head down and kissed me. As my tongue moved into her mouth, I could taste my own cum. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

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My mother lie on the couch, one leg raised to the top of the back, her other leg extended down to the floor. I lay on my stomach between her legs, licking and sucking her pussy.

"Yes, baby," my mother groaned, "Oh, yes, that feels so good."

A little while earlier, after eating lunch on the deck, we sat at the table, in the shade of the sun umbrella, both of us still naked.

"I talked to your father," mom said, "and he agrees that since this is the last summer before you graduate and join the working world, you don't have to worry about a summer job."

"That's great," I said. 

"Besides," mom said, moving her chair closer to mine, "the way the economy is, you might not be able to find a job, anyway." She reached between my legs and lightly held my cock in her hand. "And, I'm looking forward to spending time with my son."

We kissed, lightly, and I reached out to touch her breasts. "You made me cum," I said, "now I want to make you cum." We kissed again, harder and longer. I lowered my hand and pushed it between her legs. I slid my tongue into her mouth and my finger into her cunt at the same time. 

My mother pulled back and said, "Let's go inside. Its getting very warm out here."

I followed her into the house, studying her small, slender body. She was better looking, more sexy, than a lot of girls half her age. Just looking at her, watching her ass sway as she walked, was enough to make me hard. 

We went into the living room and sat down on the couch. The cool, air-conditioned air felt great on my sun heated body. 

I put my arm around my mother's shoulders and pulled her to me. Our lips pressed together and I thrust my hand between her legs. "Lay down," I told her, "so I can eat you."

Mom lie back on the couch and I dropped down on my knees. She spread her legs and I positioned myself between the shapely limbs. I lowered my head to her crotch, first kissing her inner thighs, then moving my tongue to her hot, already wet pussy.

As I pushed my tongue into her, I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and pushed her legs back, rotating her hips. I moved my face further down and pushed my tongue into her ass-hole.

"Ohmygod," she gasped, grasping my head as I plunged my tongue in and out of her ass.

I returned my mouth to her pussy, kissing and licking and sucking her inner thighs, her slit and her ass-hole. I pressed my mouth to the top of her slit, sucking and licking her clitoris as I worked three fingers in and out of her dripping vagina.

"Fuck me now," my mother said, "I need your cock inside me, now!"

I moved up onto the couch and my mother pulled my hard-on into her. As we fucked, her arms encircled my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. I kissed her mouth and face, her neck and shoulders. I twisted my head around and licked her nipples.

"Ooohhh! Ooohhh! OOOHHH!" she grunted each time my cock filled her, "Fuck me, baby, fuck me. I'M GONNA CUM, BABY—OH! FUCK! I'M CUMMMING!"

I covered her mouth with mine and plunged my tongue into her mouth. Her back arched and her body stiffened beneath me as my cum spurted through my cock and flowed into my mother's belly.

Her arms and legs still held me. We were gasping, chuckling and covered with sweat. I looked into my mother's eyes. "I love you," I told her.

"I love you, too," she replied.

"I don't mean mother-son love," I told her, "I really love you."

Her expression grew serious. "I know," she said, gazing into my eyes, "I really love you, too."

Our lips pressed together in a long, deep, passionate kiss.

During that summer, my mother and I made love at least once a day. Zoe was either at her summer job or with her boyfriend. Because of his work schedule, my father was seldom home. When he was, he was more interested in watching sports on T.V. than in what my mother and I were doing. More than once my mother sucked me off, or we would 69 in the living room, while dad watched television in the family room.

My final year of college was tough. I could hardly wait to get home for Thanksgiving and Christmas break. Twice my mother came to visit for the week-end. She would stay in a motel near campus and we would fuck for two days, straight.

My parents got divorced that year and Zoe got pregnant. Zoe dropped out, married her boyfriend and never went back to school. After I graduated, I got a job in the town where I lived. 

I still live at home. Mom and I both date (keeping up appearances) but we are still each other's favorite fuck.

Mom still teaches the third grade so we still must be careful.

We have to keep our true relationship a secret. 



Mom's Secret Ch. 03



Synopsis: This is the continuing adventure of Brendan and his transsexual mother, Christine. As our story picks up, mother and son have just taken a shower together during which Brendan's mom gave him the first blowjob of his life and one he's sure never to forget. But now it's time for Brendan to repay the favor.

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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 little girl, 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. 



Mom's Secret Ch. 04



Synopsis: This is the story of Brendan, a teenager who has just learned that his beautiful and loving mother, Christine, is actually a male-to-female transsexual. This stunning revelation leads to another - the deep-seated sexual tension between the two. The tension bursts and mother and son engage in a hot, passionate night of boy-on-tranny love which has changed them forever. Now it Christmas Eve and there is much to be explored as Brendan and his mother have their first anal experience together.

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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 little girl.

"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 ecstasy. 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.

"Remember what I told you about watching each other pee?" she asked.

"That it shows trust," I replied.

"Right," she said, "because you feel so vulnerable while peeing or . . . well, pooping, it shows trust that you would allow your partner to witness you in that state of vulnerability."

"OK," I said.

"Anal sex is the same way," she explained. "Allowing a person to enter the most sensitive part of your entire body is an act of trust. You show that you trust the other person enough to open yourself completely. So, before we can begin, I need to know that you trust me enough to let me penetrate you."

"I do trust you, Mom," I said.

"You swear?"

"Are you going to make me shit in front of you to prove I trust you?" I asked.

"Brendan!" she exclaimed, startled by my swear. "No, I'm not going to do that. Your promise is enough."

"I promise I trust you."

"Good," she said. "Now this is how it's going to work: I'll show you something to demonstrate how it's done and then you do the same to me for real."

"Gotcha," I said.

"Now roll over on to your stomach, sweetie," Mom said, "I'm going to eat out your butthole."

I happily flipped over on to my stomach. Of all the things Mom had left to teach me, this was one of the things I looked forward to the most. I'd always been turned on by images or videos of analingus and had fantasized about giving and receiving it many times. Of course, my own mom was never the person I fantasized about doing it WITH but who better to teach me?

As I lay on my stomach, Mom grabbed the hem of my boxer shorts, and pulled them off me. Then she spread my legs apart until my ass was a fully-exposed target, directly in her sights. She scooted forward on her knees and ran her hands up and down the backs of my thighs, each time moving a little farther up my leg until her fingertips brushed the flesh of my butt.

"I've always thought you had a cute butt," she said.

"Mom," I said, feigning indignance. "You shouldn't be checking out my butt."

"Give me a break," she said. "You think I never noticed you checking out my ass or my boobs before?"

"I never . . ." I tried to protest but, when I really thought about it, I checked her out more than I was willing to admit to myself before our incestuous relationship had begun. Perhaps I had done it on an unconscious level but I did it nonetheless.

"What else did you think about?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I replied.

"Did you ever imagine me squeezing your cute, tight butt?" As she asked this, she began doing it. Her hands gently worked the flesh of my rear end like a bread-maker kneading dough. An involuntary shudder of pleasure ran through my body at her touch.

"Did you ever imagine my lips kissing you back there?" As before, she didn't wait for an answer, but instead leaned forward and planted a kiss directly on the center of my left buttcheek. It wasn't just a quick peck but a deep, loving kiss. I could ever feel her tongue running along the goosebumped skin. She began planting kisses all over my entire ass, wherever she wasn't massaging.

"Did you ever imagine my fingers, all wet and slippery, sliding into you?" She popped a finger in her mouth and then spread my cheeks with her other hand. The tip of her fingernails touched my tense asshole and I flinched a little. After giving me a moment to calm down, my mom began pushing her finger inside my ass. At first, it only hurt, but as her long, slender finger passed my reluctant sphincter, I began to find the pleasure behind the pain.

"Did you ever imagine your mommy sucking your sweet, little asshole?"

"Please stop teasing . . ." I begged.

"Did you ever want to fuck your mommy?" she asked.

"No, I . . ."

"Don't lie to your mother. Now tell me. Did you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," I confessed. "I wanted to fuck you. Please lick it. I can't take it . . ."

"That's my good boy," she said. Then she leaned over me, pressing her semi-rigid cock against my ass, and whispered into my ear. "I always wanted to fuck you too."

With a giggle, Mom moved on to her hands and knees, once again between my legs. She leaned over my ass and began kissing the base of my spine, then working down, until I could feel her breath against my ass crack. She grabbed the flesh with both hands and spread my cheeks apart. She leaned in closer and blew on my hole, making it pucker involuntarily. I was almost crying with anticipation when she finally began.

I felt Mom's warm, wet tongue as it glided over my asshole, lubricating it. She repeated it several times until I could feel saliva running down my crack and over the back of my balls. Once I was wet, she began probing my asshole gently with her tongue, pushing it in only a fraction of an inch each time. Soon, as I became more loose, she went deeper with her tongue. Then she began using her fingers as well. She would insert a finger into my ass as she licked the rim around it, sometimes pausing to kiss my butt or lick my scrotum.

It continued for . . . how long? I don't know. It felt like hours but even hours weren't enough. Being eaten out by my own mother was an experience I wanted to enjoy for the rest of my life. I had no doubt Heaven would be like this.

"It's your turn to do me," she finally said.

"Already?" I half-asked/half-whined.

"Come on, baby," she said. "You have to learn how to do it too."

I finally gave in. I sat up and turned to face her. She smiled and we began to kiss. As we did, I reached under her robe, and took her thigh cock in my hand. I began to stroke it gently as our tongues meshed in our mouths. For some reason, knowing where her tongue had just been made the kissing all the more erotic. We were crossing every line, breaking every taboo, and had no thoughts of going back.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"I am," I answered.

"What position do you want me in? On my hands and knees? Or on my stomach like you were? Or I could even sit on your face if you wanted."

"On your hands and knees," I said, grinning.

With a grin of her own, my mom moved into position. She got into a doggystyle stance with her ass pointed directly at me, then reached behind her with one hand, and pulled the bottom hem of the bathrobe up, presenting her ass to me. My eyes took in every detail, from the soft skin of her butt cheeks, to the bright, pink hole between them, to the huge package hanging down between her thighs.

"So what do I . . . how do I get started?" I asked.

"You have to lick it first," she said, "to get it lubricated."

"Will it taste bad?" I asked.

"Of course not, silly," she told me. "I'm a very clean woman."

"You're the dirtiest girl I know," I told her. Mom laughed.

The room was silent. My mom was waiting for me to begin, but this was so unlike anything I had done before that I had no frame of reference for what I was about to do. It took me a moment to get my bearings and remember that, yes, this is what I wanted. I moved on to my hands and knees and crawled over to Mom until her ass was directly in front of my face. I sucked on my tongue to get it wet and then slowly, nervously, slipped my tongue into the crack of her ass and dragged it over her pulsing hole. She sighed as my hot spit coated her anus.

"That's perfect, sweetie," she said. "Do it some more."

I took another breath and licked my mom's asshole a second time. Like she had promised, it didn't taste bad at all. Actually, I kind of liked it. After I made that revelation, I began licking with more gusto, lapping hungrily at Mom's pristine butthole. She alternated between sighs of delight, moans of pleasure, groans of ecstasy, and giggles of amusement as I tantalized her most forbidden orafice.

"Now put your middle and forefinger inside," she said. "Just shove them in and wiggle them around."




Mom's Secret Ch. 04



"Both of them?" I asked.

"Don't worry, baby," she reassured me. "I can take it."

I sucked on my two fingers until they were coated with saliva, the way my mom had done for me, and then pressed the tips of my fingers against her rectum. Her hole widened instantly, as if on command, and I slid my fingers inside. I met with resistance at the sphincter but kept on pushing until my fingers were in her up to the knuckles. Then I began moving them around in a circle.

"Now lick it while you do that," Mom instructed.

It was tricky at first, to fit my face into that small space with my hand, but I finally worked out a good position. While my fingers penetrated her, pumping in and out rhythmically, I constantly moved my tongue in a circle around my fingers, stimulating the rubbery skin of her anus. Occasionally, I would focus on other areas, as she had done. But, at one point, I became a little too interested in sucking her nuts, and she scolded me for not paying attention. A couple seconds of licking quickly brightened her mood, though.

I thought RECEIVING a rimjob had been great but GIVING one was even better. Every time my mom squirmed or wriggled or thrashed in response to the pleasure she was feeling because of my performance, I couldn't help but get hotter and hotter. My dick was painfully erect and ready to cum when Mom finally stopped me.

"That's enough, sweetheart," she said.

"Alright," I said reluctantly, and moved to an upright kneeling position. She turned until she was facing me and knelt upright as well. She looked at me with an expression of deep love and devotion. I tried to keep a straight face but couldn't help but giggle. Somewhat incensed, Mom asked me what was so funny. I pointed out that her now fully erect cock was poking out from between the folds of her bathrobe.

"Brendan!" she exclaimed.

"It's your fault, not mine!" I said.

"I thought we were having a nice, mother-son moment, and then you go and giggle."

"I'd say we've had plenty of nice, mother-son moments over the past twenty-four hours."

"Well, yeah, I can't deny that."

* * *

"So . . ." I said after a moment of silence. "What's the next lesson?"

"I think you know what it is, big boy," Mom replied, smiling.

"Anal sex with Mom 101?"

"Right on the money, honey. If that's what you want, I mean."

"I do. So bad, it hurts. But first, you gotta lose that robe."

Mom looked down at the bathrobe she was wearing. Then her hands moved to the knot of the cord which held it together. She carefully untied the knot and moved the two ends of the cord aside. She slowly parted the fabric, revealing her D-cup breasts, her flat and toned stomach, her ten-inch erect cock, and her egg-sized testicles in their pink pouch. Despite all that Mom and I had done together recently, I was still stunned by her beauty.

"I love the way you look at me," she whispered.

"Why?" I asked.

"It makes me feel so sexy," she said. "I haven't had a man look at me that way in a long time."

"We shouldn't have waited this long."

"No, we shouldn't have. But let's not worry about that. Let's just make the best of it. Now lay on your side."

As Mom had ordered, I lay on my right side, leaning my head against my hand. My mom, now with her robe completely discarded, lay down beside me in the same position. We were in a spooning position with her directly behind me. As she moved into position, our bodies locked together, and I could feel the shaft of her cock running parallel to the crack of my ass. Likewise, I could feel her huge breasts pressing against my back, the nipples poking me. For a few minutes, we simply lay in that position, satisfied with the intimacy of it. Mom kissed my neck softly and nibbled at my ear. I ran my left hand up and down her long, smooth thighs.

"Are you ready?" she asked, whispering into my ear.

"Yes," I replied.

"It's going to hurt at first, so I need you to be brave, but remember that I won't give you more than you can handle.

"I trust you, Mama," I told her. 

"Thank you, Brendan. Now just lie still. I need to loosen you up a bit first. Give me some spit."

Mom reached over and presented her middle and forefinger to me. I sucked them into my mouth until they were wet, then she drew them back out again. Her hand deftly moved from my face to my butt and I could feel the fingers prying me open. As before, she gently inserted her fingers into my waiting hole, slowly at first but then harder once she was inside. It didn't hurt as much as before. Apparently, I was still pretty loose from the earlier finger fucking.

Soon, she was finished, and withdrew her fingers from my anus. She took her enormous cock in her hand and positioned the head between my ass cheeks. (In fact, Mom's dick was so larger that she had to move her hips away from me just to make room.) She reached under the pillow with her free hand and removed a bottle of KY Jelly which she proceeded to squeeze directly on to her love muscle. Once it was fully lubricated, she gave me one last kiss on the cheek, and began to enter me.

At first, the pain was intense. Her fingers had been one thing, but her cock was like the bottom end of a baseball bat. I simply wasn't prepared for the feeling of ten inches of hot, hard meat penetrating my bowels. She moved quickly, however, and once the tip of her cock was past my sphincter, the pain diminished considerably. From years of experience, she knew that the first few inches are the most painful, and to get them inside as speedily as possible. Once she was inside, it was simply a matter of easing the other seven or eight inches of her girly dick inside me. Once it was in all the way, she stopped, and let me get used to the feeling of her inside me.

"Anal sex," she said, "is all about power. Now that I've got my cock in you, I have all the power. Before I entered you, the power was yours, to say yes or say no. The greatest love a person can show to another person is to willingly give up that power and let themselves be penetrated in the most sensitive and tightest hole on their body. When I enter you, it all changes. My penis is in your ass and I am in complete dominance."

She slowly began to withdraw her organ from inside me, pulling out about seven inches, stopping just before her cock head reached my sphincter - the danger zone, so to speak. Again, she moved back inside me, this time more easily than before. She repeated this process many ten or twelve times, each thrust becoming harder, but sliding into me more easily. Tears fell from my eyes but they were a purely physical response to the aching in my body. There was no sadness or regret in my tears.

At long last, my mom really began to fuck me. In and out, in and out, she thrust her incredible dick inside her son's virgin ass, deflowering me, making me a man and a woman all at the same time. I tried to speak, to vocalize the intense, wonderful feeling she was giving me, but I could only create guttural moans. Our bodies fell into sync and I began pushing my ass against her crotch even as she plunged her shaft into me. The friction was intense and the heat inside me was rejuvenating. It spread its blessed warmth throughout my entire body. Everything seemed brighter and more beautiful. I turned my head to face Mom and opened my mouth, offering her my tongue. She eagerly accepted and sucked voraciously at it while she continued pummeling my hungry bottom.

"You're much looser now," she said, after we broke the kiss. She was panting heavily now but still continued the lesson despite her physical exertion. "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it? Now it's feeling good. But, the thing is, no matter how good it feels to you right now, I can promise it feels a thousand times better to me. The power is back in your hands once again. If you tell me to stop, I will have to end this pleasure before my orgasm comes, and a little piece of myself will die. Do you want me to stop, Brendan? Do you want to take the power back?"

"Don't stop, Mommy," I pleaded. "Don't ever stop."

"I'm going to cum soon, baby," she whispered.

"No. Please."

"I have to. Here it comes . . ." She had lost control of her body. Every ounce of energy she had was poured into fucking me. Every muscle in her body was put to this one task. She was still speaking, but her words were mixed with grunts and screams of rapturous pleasure. "Here it comes . . . oh sweetie, tell me how much you love me!"

"I love you, Mommy, with all my heart and soul!"

"Tell me again!"

"I love you, Mommy! I love you!"

"Oh God, baby, I love you too! Mommy loves you . . . so . . . much . . ."

Her words trailed off as she broke into a shuddering cry and rammed her cock deeper inside me than I thought possible. I was amazed to find myself crying out with her. I came to believe at that moment, and still believe to this day, that when that moment of orgasm hits between two people who truly love one another, their souls temporarily become one.

Finally, she exploded within me, and I could feel burning hot liquid splashing against the insides of my bowels. Mom thrust in again and another wave of her precious semen surged into me. She thrust a third time and I could feel as she jizz was forced out of my ass, around her shaft. My body simply couldn't take any more of it. Still, Mom kept at it, until her body gave out at last. Then she collapsed on her back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as she fought to catch her breath. I looked at her cock which was gradually becoming limp again. A trail of white semen, as pure white as the snow falling outside our house, dripped from her cock hole down her scrotum. Eagerly, I leaned over, and lapped it up. Mom placed a hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair as I did so. When she was clean again, I cuddled up against her, with my face resting on her breast.

"How was it?" I asked.

"I think that ties my wedding night for the best orgasm I've ever had," she replied.

"Thank you," I said.

"No, thank you, honey."

"So who has the power now?"

"I do. I'm your mother. Your mother always has power over you."

"You big meanie," I said, laughing. She giggled.

"Do you want to get cleaned up or something?" she asked.

"No, I'm good."

"But you're all full of . . ."

"I know. I like it that way."

"Suit yourself."

We lay together in that position for a while, content and happy in the silence. Mom needed time to recharge and I needed time to recuperate. My legs felt like strings of wet spagetti. So, I lay there quietly, enjoying the sensation of my mother's warm semen coating the inside of my colon. The only sadness I felt was knowing that I could never be the same again after this experience. I would never stop wanting to feel this way. My mother's sex was a drug and I was addicted.

"Brendan?" Mom finally said.

"Yes, mother?"

"Your little buddy looks like he's ready to go."

"He is. But I can wait, if you need more time."

"It's time to finish the lesson. What position do you want me in?"

"On your back, I think. I want to look you in the eye while we make love."

"That's beautiful, sweetheart."

"So are you."

"Come on. It's time for you to fuck your mother."

I finally broke away from her. I moved to a kneeling position with my mouth not far from her face. I told her I needed some lubrication, but my mouth was a little dry. Happy to oblige, Mom opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and swallowed my cock, coating every inch of it with her spit. Once she was done, I pulled it out, and she let go a little reluctantly, but then smiled up sweetly.

I moved into position between her legs, spreading them apart, and placing one ankle on each of my shoulders like I had seen in porn movies. I took a moment to admire the splendor of my mother's body, laid out before me. Her penis was lying flat against her stomach with the underside facing up. Her nutsack drooped down low. She bit on her thumbnail, a nervous habit, as she looked up at me. I finally took my eyes away from her flawless form and kissed her right ankle, then moved slowly down her leg, kissing every inch, until I came to her delicious cock. I licked her shaft all the way up and down before proceeding to her left leg and giving it the same treatment as the right, in reverse.

"Now show Mommy what you've learned," she said.

"The KY Jelly?" I asked.

"I don't need it," she said. "Besides, I prefer it the natural way."

Who was I to argue with nature? With one hand, I moved her scrotum out of the way. With the other, I guided my dick towards her asshole. I pressed the tip against the hole and it felt tight. Then, all of a sudden, the hole seemed to open and my penis head was sucked in almost before I realized what was happening. I came to the realization that Mom could open and close her ass at will, probably a trick she leaned from years of anal sex.

I imitated my mom's behavior and quickly pushed my way past her sphincter. Despite her experience, I saw her wince and bite her lip as my cock pushed past the tightest spot. Once it was inside, however, she visible relaxed, and began breathing normally. Nothing had prepared me for how good the inside of her ass would feel as the slick, wet walls wrapped themselves around my shaft and began massaging my penis. Another trick my mom had up her sleeve. 

Beyond the physical pleasure I was receiving (and it was more than I can possibly describe) was the mental, emotional, and spiritual pleasure I was feeling. I had never felt more alive, more complete, and closer to some force of pure love that you can call God or anything else you want. All I know was that I felt its touch that night as Mom willingly gave her power over to me. Lying on her back, her legs wide open, she was in a position of complete servitude and submission.

"Don't be afraid, darling," she whispered. "Make your mama proud."

Gripping her thighs, I pushed myself in as far as I could, and then slowly withdrew. I wasn't as adept as my mom, so I had to watch her face to gauge how I was doing. When I saw her grimace in pain again, I knew I had pulled out too far. I made a mental note of it and pushed back inside. The next time I pulled out, I could stop before I hit the danger zone. Mom sighed blissfully and smiled at me with the radiance of an angel.

At last, I began making love to her in earnest. I moved my hips forward and backward faster and faster, until I developed a steady rhythm. Mom fell into sync with it, as I had done before when she was fucking me, and we moved as one person. She closed her eyes and tucked her arms behind her head, moaning luxuriously as the well-trained muscles of her sphincter tightened and loosened around the skin of my cock, sometimes so tightly that I felt I would never get it out again (not that I minded.)

I wanted the experience to last as long as possible. I wanted to spend hours this way. Sadly, I was far too worked up from the day's events, and there was no way I could last more than ten minutes. I comforted myself by reminding myself that there would be many more nights like this one. Tonight wasn't about slow technique. It was about passion and raw love.

Still, I tried to hold on. I rammed my cock deeper and deeper into Mom's ass and she wailed in pleasure, begging me to continue, to do it faster, to do it harder. I put everything I had into fucking her. Time meant nothing. The world meant nothing. All that mattered was the exquisite joining of our bodies and the melding of our souls. My balls pounded against her ass, making a loud flopping sound as I did. My mom's cock, now as rock hard as mine, bounced up and down on her stomach. I reached out and began to jerk it. I wanted us to have our orgasms together, as we had our first night together.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

"Shoot it in my ass, darling!" she replied.

"God . . . I'm cumming . . . Mom . . ."

"Do it, baby! Cum for Mommy!"

"Oh . . . God . . . Mamaaaa . . ."

The last syllable deteriorated into a groan as I spilled my seed inside my mother's bowels, just as she had done for me. I kept pumping her, giving her more and more of my semen, until my cock was literally swimming in thick, sticky cum inside her body. As I came, I jerked her harder and faster, and she erupted with her second orgasm. The white, puffy liquid splattered across her breasts. Without even thinking, just hungering for it, I wiped it up with my hand and licked it off. Mom sat up quickly and forced her mouth against mine so she could taste her cream inside my mouth.

At last, my dick popped out of her, but I barely noticed. Mom had her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. She pulled me on top of her as she fell back on the mattress. I straddled her body, kissing her as hard as I could. She kissed back with equal fervor, sucking the semen and saliva out of my mouth, where it was sucked back by me a moment later. At last, the kissing came to an end, and I swallowed the last of her sperm down my throat.

* * *

I lay down on the bed. This time, my mom curled up against me.

"That was amazing," she said. "You're a brilliant pupil."

"I had a great teacher," I said. "How did you learn to do that thing with your ass?"

"I'll teach you someday."

"Mom, there's something I have to ask you."

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?"

She opened her eyes and sat up. She stared down at me with a look of disbelief.

"Marry you?"

"I mean, I know we can't do it right now," I explained. "But when school is finished, we can move somewhere else. We can go to another state where no one knows us. We'll just say we're husband and wife. We won't tell anyone that we're mother and son. If they don't know, it won't harm anyone."

"But the age difference?"

"It doesn't matter. We'll just say it's a Mrs. Robinson kind of thing. So what do you say?"

"Brendan . . ."

"I still love you as my mother and I always will. But I want to love you as my wife, too. I want to be able to kiss you in public and go on romantic cruises together and all of that. It would be perfect."

"It would be . . ."

"So?"

"Brendan, I wish I could marry you. I wish we could go somewhere else and start new lives as husband and wife. We could adopt children and raise them together. It would be wonderful but . . ."

"But?"

"It's not right for me to keep you all to myself like that. It's a mother's duty to make you into a man so somebody you can find a woman to love . . . or a man to love . . . who will be with you for the rest of your life."

"But you are that woman."

"I'm your mom. I will always be your mom. Even if we pretend otherwise to fool the neighbors, I will know it in my heart. And so will you."

"I guess you're right."

"But thank you for asking me. It was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me."

I was disappointed, but I understood what she was saying, and I knew she was right. I held her hand and she gently lay back down beside me. I grabbed the blankets and pulled them up over us. It was late and we were both exhausted. Before I drifted off to sleep, I noticed Mom glance over at the clock. It said 12:01 AM.

"Brendan?" she whispered.

"Mmm?" I replied sleepily.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she said.

"Merry Christmas, Mom."

THE END

* * *

This story is dedicated with love, admiration, and respect to all the beautiful, wonderful transsexual mothers, wives, sisters, and daughters out there, and to all those who love them for who they are.



Mom's Secret Life



It was a couple of months ago when I learned, quite by accident, that my mother has been living a secret life as a stripper and a prostitute. 

Well, she refers to herself as a call girl, since she works through an agency, rather than walk the streets. But a whore by any other name is still a whore, and that's what she is. 

At any rate, because of my discovery, I have finally gotten to fuck my mother, which is something I've wanted to do since I was 12-years-old and experienced my first hard-on. 

Let's be clear about one thing right off the bat. You read a lot of stories about teenage guys who are totally obsessed with fucking "mommy" to the exclusion of everything else. 

Not me. I've just always wanted to fuck my mom because I'm a normal, red-blooded 19-year-old college sophomore, and Mom is without a doubt the sexiest woman in the world. 

Who wouldn't want to fuck her? Well, my dad, maybe, but that's a whole different kettle of fish. I'll get to him in a minute. 

My mom Diane is 5-feet, 10-inches of total sex appeal, a walking, talking wet dream in high heels. She's got a narrow face, hazel eyes and dusty blonde hair that falls almost to her waist. She's slender, but not thin, and while her tits aren't anything to speak of, she's got the sweetest little butt and legs that go on forever. 

She's got a surprisingly tight, clean-shaven pussy that likes - no, loves - to be fucked. She's also got a fun-loving, outgoing personality, a world of self-confidence and an attitude that she's going to get what she wants, when she wants it. Put it all together, and she's 38 going on 25, and she looks the part. 

My dad, on the other hand, is living proof that what you see ain't always what you get. On the outside, he's a real stud muffin. He's about 6-2, well-built (or he was when he was younger) and handsome, with a full head of brown hair. He's even got a big cock, a good eight inches, so I'm told. 

But inside, he's quite shy, almost timid. He's an engineer by trade, and a pretty good one, good enough to rise to a successful position in a large Texas oil company. The problem is that he's totally absorbed with, not only his job, but every aspect of engineering, whether it applies to petroleum or not. And as far as sex is concerned, Mom says he expresses an interest in it about three or four times a year, and then it's all over in under three minutes. 

I've done the math, and it's obvious that my folks' marriage was a had-to deal. I was born 5 1/2 months after the wedding. I would imagine that my grandpa gave Dad an ultimatum: marry his daughter or else. Gramps is a pretty forceful guy, and he always gets his way. 

Despite the forced nature of their marriage, my parents have always seemed happy together. To all appearances, they're an average middle-class suburban couple. I have a younger sister, aged 14, who takes after Dad, but I got the best of both of them, in my humble opinion. 

I've got my dad's looks and physique - right down to the big, fat cock - and my mom's personality and sex appeal, no brag, just fact.

I first wet my dick when I was 14, with our 16-year-old next door neighbor, and I've pretty much been able to fuck any woman I've wanted ever since, and there have been quite a few. Like I said, I'm a sophomore, majoring in business at the University of Texas, and I grew up in Katy, on Houston's west side. 

I guess it was frustration that drove Mom into her alternate life. I've discovered that she's got a very high sex drive, and three minutes three or four times a year doesn't get it done for her. The kicker is, she says she still loves Dad as a person, if not a lover. 

Because of that, she didn't want to get into any kind of affair with his friends or co-workers, all of whom openly lust after her. That would require an emotional commitment that she didn't want. 

So she strips as an enticement for strangers to have emotion-free, anonymous sex, to satisfy her needs. She says she doesn't take on any client who hasn't been thoroughly screened by the agency she works for. They check for STDs, a criminal background and whether the client is involved enforcement.

I'm not sure exactly how that works, but she says it's safe, it's very lucrative and she enjoys the variety of men who get to fuck her. 

As far as dancing goes, she loves to dance and strut her ass on stage. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, plus it's a good way to advertise her goods.

As I said earlier, it was purely by accident that I stumbled on her secret. 

About three years ago, Mom told Dad that she was bored staying at home. Sis and I were getting older and able to take care of ourselves more, and she wanted a job. Dad gave her the OK, and she came back with a job allegedly working nights for a telemarketer. She would work three nights a week, Friday, Saturday and Tuesday, 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. 

Now Dad might be shy and gullible, but I had some vague suspicions from the get-go. There just seemed to be too many holes in her story. The company she worked for, Tower Enterprises, wasn't listed in the Houston phone book, and she never would say exactly where the office was located. The schedule was odd, and there were times during my senior year in high school when I'd be up getting ready for school and she'd return from work looking like something the cat dragged home. 

But I never put everything together until a group of us from my fraternity decided to take a Friday night trip from Austin to party in Houston, and, of course, being testosterone-fueled guys, we decided to hit some strip clubs. 

The third one we came to, about 10:30, was called Headlights. It's located fairly close to the intercontinental airport, on the north side of town, which is world away from Katy. We paid the cover and made our way to a booth along the far wall. The first girl we saw was a pretty little black girl who did all sorts of contortions and earned a nice scattering of tips. 

After she was finished, there was a pause, before the emcee announced that the next dancer was, "the ever-popular Dana!" Then the curtain parted and there she was. 

I knew immediately that it was her. She didn't even make a real effort to disguise her appearance. She came out in black knee-high boots, a g-string and a sheer, lacy button-down chemise. I sat real low in the seat in hopes that she wouldn't see me. Right then, I wasn't ready for her to be identified as my mother. 

Nevertheless, her show got me hard as a rock, because she did things no middle-class suburban housewife would be caught dead doing. She slowly unbuttoned the top, all the time dancing rhythmically, sensually around the stage. When she had the top off and discarded, she played with her little bitty titties as she sashayed around the stage, swishing her long hair this way and that. My buddies all thought she was the greatest. 

Finally, she untied one side of the g-string and gave the crowd a real tease, then untied the other side and sawed the cloth strip between her legs as she gyrated around the stage. She had this faraway look on her face that I would later learn was her acute state of early arousal. 

Once she'd played with the g-string some, she threw it to the side and danced naked except for her boots. And I mean she danced! She writhed on the stage, humped the obligatory pole like it was gigantic cock, did the splits and spreadeagled herself on a tilted table. 

Then as her finale, she lay on her back with her legs high in the air and showed the whole room everything she had to within three inches inside her dripping wet pussy. When it was over, she spent several minutes scooping up the considerable scattering of cash that had been tossed onto the stage. 

I had noticed that the little black girl who danced before Mom had come around to each table soliciting tips. Not wanting to be caught by my mom, I ducked into the restroom, then slipped out the door for some air. I had to collect my thoughts on what I'd just witnessed. 

As I stood outside, I engaged the bouncer in a conversation. I asked him how long "Dana" had been dancing there, and he said about three years, which fit with the time she'd started working for the "telemarketing company." I asked him if her show was always that hot, and he said that she was one of their most popular dancers, "because it's always that hot." 

I thanked him and returned to my buddies. We watched a couple of the other dancers, then Mom came back out, this time in a white baby doll outfit, with a garter around one thigh and four-inch high heels that practically begged, "fuck me!" 

It was pretty much the same show as before, though, and when she finished and had retreated backstage, I convinced the guys that it was time to move on. I needed to get out of there and figure some things out. 

For not only were the girls soliciting tips, but they were also discreetly passing out business cards to a few selected patrons, which I thought was puzzling. My buddy Dave had been slipped one by a pretty Asian girl, and I nearly flipped when I saw that it was a card for Tower Enterprises. Only instead of telemarketing, they were advertising dates and escorts. 

On my way out, I once again had a chat with the bouncer. I showed him the card and asked him what the deal was. He looked around to see if anybody was looking, then pulled me aside. 

"Some of the girls are, um, available after their show," he whispered. "If you've been given a card, then you've been offered an opportunity to take out one of the dancers at some point later. It's basically a dating service. What you do is call and make an appointment, go in and do an interview. They do a background check, and run a blood test, and if you're OK, you'll be contacted and put on the client list. Then, after their show, the girls meet their clients for whatever the client wants to do." 

"How much does it cost?" I asked. 

"It ain't cheap, I can tell 'ya that," he said. "Just the initial interview is $250, and a date with one of these ladies can run you up to $1,000 for the night. Kind of weeds out the riff-raff." 

"What about Dana? Is she available?" I asked, trying to keep the hysteria out of my voice. After all, this was my mother we were talking about. 

"From what I hear, she's booked solid for a month," the bouncer said. "And they say she's got a waiting list of clients looking for a date with her. I'm told she's the hottest gal they've got." 

I thanked the bouncer and joined my pals, who had been waiting impatiently for me to come on. 

We hit a couple of other clubs, looking to score with some chicks, but I wasn't really into it, and I soon quit drinking and volunteered to drive home. I needed to sort through my tangled emotions, and think about everything, and the long, late-night drive back to Austin was perfect for that. 

Problem was, all the way back I kept replaying my mom's show in my mind, so that I had a hard-on that threatened to burst through my jeans the whole way. And it didn't help that the guys got to talking about some of the strippers we'd seen, and Mom was one of the ones they talked about. No, scratch that, she was the one they raved about. 

"Wouldn't you like to have that bitch's long legs wrapped around your back?" I heard someone from the back seat say. 

"Well, she didn't have much up front, but..." said another. 

"Who cares about that?" my best friend Mark interrupted from the passenger seat. "Did you see that pussy? Oh man, I'll bet she fetches a pretty penny for that hot snatch. Whadda you think, Rich?" 

"I, uh, yeah, sure, I'll bet she does," I said distractedly. 

"You OK?" Mark asked. "You've been awfully quiet ever since we left Headlights. Somethin' bothering you?" 

"No, no, it's just been a rough week, and I'm kinda tired," I said. I sure as hell didn't want my frat brothers finding out my mother was a stripper and a whore. 

The moment we got back to the house, I headed straight to bed and crawled between my sheets naked. My cock was like iron as I once again played the scene through my mind. Only this time I imagined that I was on stage with her, and Mom was riding me, taking my big fat cock up her juicy canal, her head thrown back in ecstasy. 

Whenever I masturbate, which isn't all that often, I usually draw it out, make it last, and I'm usually rewarded with a rather spectacular cumshot at the end. Not this time. I squeezed a little oil over my cock, went through the fantasy of fucking my mom, and covered my chest with a truly awesome spray of cum, all in the space of about five minutes. 

Afterward, I lay there wide awake, thinking about what I was going to do. No, check that. I knew what I was going to do, I just didn't know how I was going to go about it. 

I was definitely going to try to fuck my mother. That evening's show, and the knowledge that she was turning tricks after working at the strip club had made that decision easy. But I didn't want to blackmail her into it, for several reasons. 

For one, that's not my style. I never force sex on a woman, especially a woman I care about. And my mom and I have always been real close. I didn't want to jeopardize that closeness by forcing her into a sexual relationship. 

For another, my mom is a genuinely nice person, someone who is fun to be around, and it wouldn't be right to coerce her into sex. Maybe if she'd been a bitch, I might have considered it, but she's very down-to-earth, very real. 

Finally, I wanted her to enjoy me every bit as much as I wanted to enjoy her. I had a gut feeling that once we took the plunge and did it, that it would be spectacular, but only if she went into it as a willing partner. 

As I lay there, I realized that the only way to go was the direct approach. Subtlety has never been my forte, and I figured that the best way to seduce my mother would be to go back to Headlights - alone - present myself, and let her take it from there. 

As it happened, spring break was coming up in a couple of weeks, and I decided that was when I'd make my move. Usually, I went to Padre Island with my friends to drink beer and chase girls, but I chose to stay home this time, and see how it went with my mom. My buddies thought I was crazy, but I figured that if I played my cards right, I'd be swimming in the best pussy in Houston, without all the time and expense of going to Padre. 

The following Monday, I called my mom. She was pleasantly surprised when I told her I'd decided to spend the break at home. 

"It's too bad that Debbie's spring break is this week," Mom said, referring to my sister. "We could have taken a little trip somewhere. You'd think these schools would all take the same week off, but noooo." 

The sexy trill of my mom's laughter raised goose bumps all over my body, that, and the knowledge that my stick-in-the-mud sister would off at school during the day, leaving Mom and I alone in the house. The very thought made my cock twitch. 

I returned home the Friday afternoon before spring break with a huge load of laundry, and shaky nerves. I hadn't touched my dick since the night two weeks earlier when I had learned the truth about my mother's job, and I was supremely horny. 

Mom looked positively radiant as she greeted me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. I tried not to let my arousal show, but it was tough. We chatted, and, as always, she asked me about my love life. I told her that I had been lying low for awhile, but that I had my eye on someone, and that I was going to make a move real soon. 

"Good, you need a girlfriend," Mom said. "You seem to behave better when you have a steady girl than when you don't." 

"Oh Mom, you know my friends are just fun-lovin' guys," I said, in mock indignation. "We just like to have a few brews and look at pretty women."

Mom kind of looked at me funny, like she was going to ask me something, then thought better of it. 

"Well, I guess I'd better get ready for work," she said with a sigh. 

I stayed home alone that Friday night and did my laundry, although I did talk to a couple of friends on the phone. I was invited to a party for the next night, but begged off, saying I had a date. 

I went out the next day, got my hair cut, and bought a new shirt. I had decided that I was going to dress to impress that night. I got back just about the time Mom got up after sleeping all day. I fixed her coffee, and helped her get going. 

Later, as she got came down for dinner, before leaving for work, I had to whistle at her in admiration. She was dressed in a pair of tight leather pants, a tight tank-top and a light leather jacket that matched her pants. God, she looked sexy! 

"So what are your plans for the night?" she asked me as we ate. 

"I don't know, probably hit a couple of clubs," I said. "Nothing major." 

My heart was in my throat as we chatted. With any luck, by this time the next day, I was hoping to have thoroughly fucked my mother's smoking-hot pussy, and I was unusually nervous. I sat across from her as we ate, and once I thought she gave me a disconcerting look, and another time we looked up at the same time and just sort of stared at each other for maybe a second or two. 

Mom gave all of us a quick kiss as she left. My dad then retreated to his back room, where he keeps a fairly elaborate model train collection. I told you he is fascinated with engineering, and designing and maintaining a model railroad is one of the things he does for recreation. 

Personally, I think it's nuts, but I would never tell him that. My dad and I are not close at all, but he's a nice guy who's always treated me decently, so I wouldn't do anything to hurt his feelings. Well, anything except fuck his wife, my mother, but those are two completely different issues. 

After awhile, I began to get ready to go out. I showered, shaved, put on some enticing cologne and dressed. I'm usually of the casual school when I go out, preferring jeans, tennis shoes and non-dress shirts. 

But for this night, I dressed up. I wore a pair of snug slacks, my best pair of loafers - with socks - my new shirt, a white collarless button-down, and a dress jacket. On the way out of the neighborhood, I stopped at an ATM and got some cash. I figured I'd need about $1,000 to do what I wanted that night. 

One advantage of my dad's job is that he can afford to let me have a debit card. I learned the hard way as a freshman how easy it is to get carried away using a credit card, and I spent the whole summer working my ass off at a refinery just to make enough money to pay my dad back for what I'd spent during the school year. 

So I'd been pretty careful with it this school year, but this was a special occasion. I arrived at Headlights about 10 p.m., and the place was packed. The same bouncer was there, and we spoke briefly as I went in. 

At first, there was no place to sit by the stage, so I just stood in the bar and watched while I nursed a couple of beers. I'd been there about 20 minutes when "Dana" came out, and my heart skipped a beat. She did the same highly-charged, hugely erotic show she'd done on my previous visit, and I could feel my groin tingling. 

I had greased the palm of the hostess to give me the first available seat by the stage, and after another 20 minutes or so, a seat came open. I was seated right in front where my mom couldn't miss me. I felt a huge sense of amusement at what would go through her head when she saw me there. 

After two other girls had come out and done their shows, the emcee once again, introduced, "the ever-popular Dana!" 

This time she came out in some kind of scarf get-up, with one tied tightly around her chest, and another, larger one wrapped around her waist as a kind of skirt. The music was slow and sultry, and she swayed sexily to the beat. 

I sat back in my chair, took a big swig of my beer, and as she went to untie the scarf from around her tits, her gaze swept the room, and she saw me. Her eyes got wide as she saw me sitting there, and she even stopped for just a heartbeat, but she's a pro, and she quickly recovered her composure. She even made an elaborate show of twirling the scarf off her chest as she danced right in front of me, exposing her tits to my gaze. 




Mom's Secret Life



Our eyes locked in wordless communication, and as we stared at each other, a sly smile crept over her face, then she ran her tongue seductively over her lips before moving on. 

But I wasn't through with her, not by a mile. As she made her way back in my direction, this time teasing the crowd by opening and closing the scarf around her waist, I waved a hundred-dollar bill in the air, and she squatted down right in front of me, whirled the scarf off her body and waved it over my head. 

All she had on now were her fuck-me heels and her g-string, and as she stood up, I kind of stood up as well and slid the bill into the waistband. She winked at me and I sat back down, barely able to contain my erection. 

However, she wasn't through with me either. Once she got the g-string off and was naked, she danced back over until she was right in front of me. She spread her legs and slowly worked her way into a squatting position, all the time swaying to the music, which was getting faster and more rhythmic. 

There it was, the pussy I'd dreamed about, no more than a foot away from my nose. It was clean-shaven and very wet. It was all I could do to keep from reaching out and touching it, but I knew better than to do that. I've seen how they do guys who get carried away and touch the dancers. They're always whisked out of the place in under 10 seconds.

"Like what you see?" she said in a throaty voice. I could only nod my head in rapture, and I threw another hundred on the stage. At that, she rolled onto her back, did a complete semi-back flip, and landed on her knees, her long hair moving in every direction, looking like she wanted to fuck every man in the room, and probably all of the women as well. 

She quickly bounded up and did her gyrations, humping the pole and doing her spread-eagle routine as the music reached a crescendo. Finally, it was over, and I could feel sweat all over my body from watching my mother's show, knowing she was doing it for me. 

I took a big sip of my beer, draining it in one big gulp. No more than a minute later, the waitress came over with a fresh beer. She whispered in my ear that I was to follow her toward the backstage area, that Dana wanted to see me. 

Mom was sitting on a stool in the spacious dressing room, in front of a lighted mirror, guzzling a bottle of water. She was still naked and her chest was heaving from her exertions. 

"Pull up a stool," she said breathlessly. I sat, still speechless. 

"You were here a couple of weeks ago, weren't you," she said finally. 

"Yeah, I was here," I said. "Bunch of us were bar-hopping. All the guys were real impressed." 

"You didn't tell them anything, did you?" she said, looking over at me sharply in a little bit of panic. 

"Are you kidding?" I said. "Not bloody likely." 

"Good. I thought I recognized you, but I wasn't sure it was you," Mom said. "I've been in a state of ... I don't know, anxiety? I've been a bundle of nerves the past couple of weeks, wondering if it was you, and if so, what you'd do, how you would react. My God, what you must think." 

"M-uh, Diane, it's OK, you don't have to explain anything to me," I said. "It's your life, you can do what you want with it. Truth is, I've always thought you were the sexiest woman in the world. And you are very good at that (and I pointed with my thumb toward the stage)." 

"I guess you know about the other thing, too, don't you," she said, with a slightly pained look on her face. "You've got to under..." 

"D-Diane, you don't have to go into it now, maybe later," I said. It felt weird calling my mother by her name, but I didn't think she wanted any of the other girls, who were coming and going through the dressing room, to know what our relationship was. 

"You know you look very, very nice," she said after a minute or so of silence, and now she had that look of incipent lust in her eyes. "I don't suppose I have to ask whether I'm that girl you were telling me about yesterday, the one you were going to make a move on soon." 

I just nodded, and I swept my gaze leisurely up and down her hot, slender body, my desire plain to see. 

"I have wanted you for a very long time," I said softly. "I just never thought I'd ever have a chance at it. I do have a chance, don't I?" 

My mom looked at me with naked lust in her eyes, and in that moment, I knew I had her. 

"Believe me, you are your father's son," she whispered as she brought her face close to mine and brushed a hand over the bulge in my pants. 

"But I'm more my mother's child," I whispered back, then our lips met, and I got my first "real" kiss with my mother. At first, it was tentative, a sort of testing of the waters, but it quickly deepened into a full lip lock, and then our tongues clashed. 


When we finally broke apart, we both actually shivered, that's how high our lust had risen. Without a word, Mom reached into her bag, pulled out a cell phone and punched in some numbers. 

"Grace?" she said when the other party answered. "Look, I hate to do this, but I need to cancel my appointments for tonight. Something's come up at home I need to take care of (and as she said that, she squeezed the large bulge in my slacks). Tell them I'll make it up to them next time, but this is really urgent. You can? Oh, thanks, you're a doll. Love ya. Bye." 

I just grinned as she put away the phone. 

"You didn't have any plans for later, did you?" she asked as she turned toward the mirror and began to get ready for her next set. 

"Well, yeah, actually I did," I said, then I leaned in and whispered in her ear. It was time to be just a little bold. "I had planned to fuck my mother." 

Then I stood up, so that my cock was right at eye level. Mom just stared at it, and as she did, it got quite hard, not as hard as it was going to get later, but it made for a very nice bulge in my pants. Mom licked her lips and ran a hand softly over my cock. 

"You are a very naughty boy," she said. "You would think your mother would have taught you better." 

We both laughed at that, then she stood up and we embraced. I kissed her with confidence now, holding her hot body close to mine and letting my cock dig into her abdomen. 

"I get off at 1 o'clock," Mom said when we broke apart again. "Meet me around back, by the stage entrance, and we'll go somewhere, OK? And don't have too many of those (referring to the nearly-empty bottle of beer I had in my hand)." 

"Oh, I won't," I said. "See you later." 

I left the dressing room and went back out to my seat, which the waitress had saved for me. I acted cool, but inside I wanted to jump up and down for joy, because I knew that before the night was over, I was going to get what I'd always wanted. 

About 1 a.m., I made my way out of the club and walked around toward the back entrance. I stood there for about 10 minutes as several of the other dancers passed through the door, then my mom came out. 

She had on the same tight leather pants and tank-top outfit, except that she clearly didn't have a bra on, the way she had when she'd left the house. Her little nipples poked invitingly into the thin material of the white shirt. She had put on a little makeup, and had brushed out her waist-length hair so that it shone in the light over the entrance. 

We embraced, and our hands roamed all over each other as we kissed deeply. 

"Let's go get some breakfast," Mom said when we broke apart. "All this work makes me hungry. And, besides, I think we need to talk." 

We climbed into my little pickup truck, and we drove off, leaving her car in the parking lot. We were silent, lost in our own thoughts as we drove onto one of the loops that surround the city. We saw a Denny's off one exit that wasn't too crowded, so we went in. 

You should have seen the looks my sexy mom got when we walked in the door. Our hands were clasped together, and heads swiveled as we were escorted to a booth. We ordered coffee and something light for breakfast. 

When the waitress had gone, we looked across the table at each other. 

"I guess you have some questions about why I'm doing this, and how I got into it," Mom said finally. I just nodded and let her continue. She told me that she had been restless and bored at home, and that she was frustrated with her lack of a sex life. 

One afternoon, she'd had lunch with a friend, and she was complaining about that, and the friend had told her about Tower Enterprises, which she had been using on a part-time basis. Mom had done the interview, they had taken her on, then they had sent her to Headlights with an A-1 recommendation. 

"Did you try to tell Dad how you felt?" I asked. 

"God, did I," she said. "I spent 10, 12 years trying to get him to pay attention to my needs. Your father is a sweet man, he really is, and I do love him, but he doesn't have a clue. I tried romantic weekends, sexy outfits, marriage counseling, doctor's visits, the works. It all went in one ear and out the other. I'd finally get him alone, get him really interested, get him really hard, then I'd get him in me, he'd hump me about three minutes, shoot his cum, roll over and go to sleep. Every single time. Then it would be another three months before I could get him interested again. He's always working on some project for work, playing with his trains or he has his nose in some engineering journal. I finally just gave up. Now I get my physical needs met, and he doesn't seem to mind that I don't bug him for sex any more." 

It seemed to make sense to me, at least from her point of view. I still have trouble, though, understanding how a man could be married to the sexiest woman in the whole state of Texas and not be interested in fucking her more than three times a year. 

As we ate, I asked about how the operation worked, as much to allay my fears for her safety as anything else, and she explained the set-up. Finally, our plates were empty, and there wasn't much left to say. Mom took my hands and looked into my eyes. 

"We're going to do this, aren't we," she said, and I just nodded. "You know, I've always wondered how your cock would feel in me. I've caught a few glimpses of it, and it is impressive." 

"I've watched you too, seen you when you walked around in shorts and a tight t-shirt, in a bikini, or wrapped in a towel after showering," I said. "God, you don't know how long I've wanted you. Ever since I first understood what sex was all about. But, honestly, if you don't want to, I'm not going to force you into it. I'll keep your secret, and it won't change the way I feel about you. I love you, no matter what." 

Mom just smiled her sexy smile, reached in her purse for some cash to pay the bill, took my hand and we headed for the door without a word. 

"We've come too far to back out now," she said softly when we got back in my truck. "Richie, I want you just as badly as you want me. Incest, the last taboo. You're sexy enough without that element added to it. The fact that you're my son just makes it all the more delicious. I'm gonna fuck you, big boy, like you've never been fucked before. Your mother is the best call girl in the city, and I'm going to show you why." 

"Well, you'd better get ready, honey, because I've never left a woman any less than fully satisfied," I said. "Unlike Dad, I know how to take care of a sexy woman like you." 

We kissed then, ravenously, wantonly. My cock was straining at my pants, struggling to get to the fount of its desire. My left hand slid up Mom's left leg, up to the tight crotch of her pants, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Mom's hand was massaging my cock through my pants, kneading the iron rod. 

We were trembling with lust as we broke our embrace. There was a motel right across the street from the restaurant, a Comfort Inn, clean and inexpensive. I drove over there, sat for a second to let my hard-on diminish, then went inside to rent us a room. I used my Austin address so it wouldn't look too obvious, but the woman working behind the desk gave me a knowing smile as she handed me the key card and directed me to the room around back. 

As soon as the door to the motel room closed, we were on each other, frantic to get it on. Our mouths met in a frenzy of hot lips and slashing tongues, and our hands were busy getting at each other's clothes. 

I pulled Mom's shirt over her head, tossed it aside and feasted my eyes on her little titties, with the pink nipples stiff as little erasers. I ran my hands over her breasts, then bent to kiss, lick and suck each nipple, one after the other, while she was quickly working the buttons on my shirt open. 

Mom moaned as I worked on her tits, while my hands were busy unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. As I expected, there were no panties to get in the way of my fingers sliding down her smooth pubic mound to her dripping-wet cunt. I sawed two fingers between her juicy lips, then stuck my middle finger up her hot, horny hole. 

Mom gasped in pleasure as my fingers worked in her pussy. All the while, she was unbuckling my belt and getting my pants open so she could get at my raging-hard cock. When she got my slacks off, my fat dong flipped through the hole in my boxer shorts, already leaking at the tip, and she softly caressed it, stroking it up and down lightly. 

I pushed her pants off her hips and down her thighs, until she finally had to sit down on the bed so she could pull her boots off. Once she had them off, her pants quickly followed, and she lay back on her elbows naked, her chest heaving in desire. 

She just stared at my long hard cock as it bobbed in front of me while I finished undressing. Her tongue was working over her lips in a hungry motion. 

"Oh, baby, it's beautiful," Mom whispered, and she slid to her knees in front of me. My mother looked up at me with blazing eyes as she licked up the shaft, then opened her mouth wide and fit the head past her lips. 

Mom slid about half of my length in her throat and sucked me briskly, but only for a few seconds. 

"Fuck this," she panted as she pulled her mouth off my cock. "We can play later. Right now, I gotta have this thing in my hot cunt where it belongs. C'mon, Richie, come on and fuck your mother!" 

She stood up, walked to the head of the bed, pulled the covers down and pulled us down onto the bed together. We kissed wildly, our passion out of control. Mom rolled onto her back, spread her legs wide, and as she did, she pulled me onto my knees. 

I opened my mother's cunt with two fingers, and she held my cock at the base, aiming the head at her burning-hot hole. Our gasps filled the room as I slid my cock up Mom's well-lubed cunt, and I quickly began to fuck my mother. 

I absolutely cannot describe the feelng as my cock invaded my mom's velvety depths. For a woman of 38, who has had two chidren and who is a professional sex provider, her cunt was tight and muscular. I mean, I've fucked virgins who weren't as tight as my mother. Her sugar walls squeezed and caressed my cock almost like a third hand. And her hips and pelvis were moving in a hard, jerky rhythm. 

Mom was a live wire under me as I began to give her every inch of my cock, hard and fast. There was no holding back, no savoring the moment of our first fuck. This was just raw, animal passion running wild. We'd savor the moment some other time. I was on my knees, holding her around the waist as I worked my throbbing cock back and forth in her cunt, and she was working me just as hard. 

She was keening, moaning, squealing, and her body was undulating in runaway passion. Even as I got fully up to speed, Mom's eyes rolled back in her head, her body jerked hard, then shuddered as a full-body orgasm ripped through her. She thrashed and twitched as the climax crested over her 

Her legs were wrapped tightly around the small of my back and her hands were gripping me around my shoulders as we worked like a machine. I had always dreamed about how good my mother's cunt would feel if I ever got a chance to fuck her, but nothing in my dreams could have prepared me for the tight, clenching hole between her legs, and the way her body enveloped me. 

"Unnnnnnh, come onnnnn, baybeeee!," Mom wailed. "Come on, Richie, fuck Mama. Be a dirty motherfucker and give me all of that big beautiful cock. Awwwww yeaaaaaaahhhhh!" 

I was trying to hold back the tidal wave of cum that was battering at my resistance. But that's when Mom really showed me what she could do. She pulled me down on top of her, our sweaty bodies rubbing together, sending sparks of sensation crackling between us. She lifted her legs high over her head and locked her ankles behind my neck. 

In that position, I had her bent nearly in half, and I could really pound her pussy, which I did. I fucked my mother like a runaway locomotive, and her keening moans got louder and higher in pitch as another orgasm raced to a head. 

Just about the time I thought her body was going rip my dick off at the root, Mom went into convulsions, and she started in crying, gasping, and moaning. Her cunt went into spastic palpitations, and that was all she wrote for my control. 

With a loud grunt, I felt something that resembled barbed wire rip through my cock and out the tip, and I spewed one of the hardest, most intense cumshots I've ever experienced deep into my mother's womb. Our bodies twitched and jerked, and our mouths worked at each other frantically as our mutual climax inundated us. 

I didn't know exactly how Mom was feeling at that moment, but I was in the grips of a fuck frenzy like I'd never experienced before. I just kept humping my cock deep in my mother's clenching cunt, firing off microbursts of cum, long after the initial explosion had passed. 

Actually, I did kind of know how my mom was feeling, because I suddenly realized that her fingernails were digging deep into my back, from the intensity of her orgasm. 

I was so overwhelmed by lust, that as my cock began to falter, I pulled it out with a loud sucking sound, slid down the bed, spread Mom's legs and buried my face in her overflowing pussy. I sucked up as much of my free-flowing cum as I could, until she was relatively clean, then lapped feverishly at her red, swollen pussy and nibbled at her bloated clit. 

Mom jerked in a small series of aftershocks, giving out little squeals of lust, until she finally had to pull me away from her crotch, to give her over-sensitive genitals a break. I crawled up the bed, into my mother's waiting arms and we kissed again, still ravenously, but a little more luxuriantly, and she savored the taste of our forbidden lust on my mouth. 

Finally, I exhaled deeply and I felt my body relax as we held each other tight, still stunned by the ferocity of what we'd just shared. 

"Holy fuck!" Mom exclaimed after catching her breath. "I'd like to know what the hell those girls were thinking that let you get away. My God, what a fuck!" 

"Jesus, Mom!" I answered. "No wonder there's a waiting list of customers to fuck you. That's... God, you're the best." 

Mom's long hair was stuck to her sweat-covered body in a thousand strands, and I brushed it away from her face. Her hand reached down and covered my deflated cock, and she softly stroked the red, wet member. 

"My beautiful boy," she whispered, almost reverently. 

"Mom, I meant what I said earlier," I said. "I love you, no matter what." 

"I love you too, sweetheart," she said, and we lay together just soaking up the afterglow. I've fucked a lot of women, including a few who were older, and I can honestly say that the first time with my Mom was by far the best fuck I'd ever experienced. 

As Mom stroked my cock, I slid my hand up and down her back, cupping and caressing her taut butt, and sliding my fingers between her legs. 

It didn't take long for my cock to start stirring again, and we looked up at the same time and had the same thought. Our mouths met and we kissed, deeply, like two lovers who had just plumbed the depths of shared lust. 




Mom's Secret Life



She began to kiss and lick her way down my chin to my neck and then to my chest. Her long, tapered fingers circled my rock-hard nipples, then followed them up with her long tongue. 

I shivered with lust as Mom licked and nibbled on my pebble-like tips, first one, then the other. All the while she was slowly, rhythmically stroking my cock back up to maximum hardness. 

"Doesn't take you long to reload this thing, does it," Mom purred. 

"With someone as sexy as you, I could probably get it up half-a-dozen more times tonight," I said, only half-exaggerating. 

"I'll settle for one more really good one," Mom said, as she resumed working my chest with her lips. 

We seemed to be communicating on a wordless plane, because just about the time I thought about how nice Mom's tits would taste, she turned her body so that her little orbs were hovering over my lips. 

I pulled her chest down and captured one of her stiff pink nipples between my lips and licked, then nibbled at the sensitive flesh. Her skin had a slightly salty taste to it, and that seemed to turn me on even more. 

Like two snakes, our bodies slithered together as we each tongued and kissed our way to where we really wanted to be. I licked the sweat out of my mom's navel as I traveled down her abdomen to her pubic mound and found that to be a turn-on, as well. 

All the time, I could feel the flicker of Mom's hot tongue leaving snail trails down my stomach, until at last I felt her lips caressing the shaft of my cock. 

At that moment, she swung her left leg around so that she was straddling me, and I looked up to the delightful sight of Mom's smooth-shaven, dripping-wet pussy. I reached up with both hands and parted her lips, then lifted my head and slashed my tongue from her clit through her wet furrow and into her spicy hole. 

I bored my tongue in, but had to stop suddenly to take in the feeling of Mom's tongue licking up and down my shaft, followed closely by her lips. She sawed my cock between her lips, humming and cooing as she gave me the full benefit of her considerable experience. 

Again, no words were needed, we just both knew instinctively what the other wanted. I reached around her hips, to her butt, pulled her down onto my lips and tongue, and began to lick, suck and nibble on her steaming flesh with real purpose. 

Simultaneously, I felt Mom's warm mouth envelop my cock. She sucked the head and half my length in her mouth in one slow motion, and we both groaned in acute arousal from the work our mouths were doing on each other. 

I licked up and down her cunt, then pulled her hips down even further, spread her butt cheeks and slashed my tongue over her asshole. I licked it fervently, then began to stab at the pink eye with the tip of my tongue. 

Mom's head shot up as I did that, and she growled in appreciation. 

"You like that, huh?" I said with a slightly sinister tone in my voice. "I gather, then, that you take it up the ass?" 

"I'll do whatever you want," Mom purred. "I'll suck your cock, let you fuck my pussy, open my ass for you, and if I had any titties, I'd let you fuck them. You can do anything you want with me. Well, almost anything. I'm not into any kind of rough stuff. But other than that, I'm yours to do with as you please." 

"We've got all next week to do anything and everything, Mom," I said. "But right now, I want to lick some more on that prime pussy, then I want to stick my dick in it, and this time I want to take some time to really enjoy it." 

"Ah, my sexy son. Whatever you want," Mom said as we resumed our oral ministrations on each other. 

Mom worked her lips over my shaft for several delicious sucks, then she pulled her mouth almost all the way off and used her tongue to circle the super-sensitive flesh under the crown of my cock. And I did pretty much the same to her, circling her clit with my tongue. 

We both gasped and groaned at the sparks of pleasure that were exploding through our bodies. It was like we were sending each other wireless messages through our mouths. 

And as I brought my whole mouth to bear on my mother's hot pink pussy and began to eat her with relish, Mom buried my cock in her mouth, smoothly sucking every bit of it into her throat in one long, howling plunge. 

Now I was really impressed. My cock is probably 8 1/2, maybe even 9 inches long, and at least a couple of inches in diameter. No woman had ever before taken it all in her mouth, and that includes some pretty impressive cocksuckers. Moreover, my mom has a fairly small mouth, but she does have a long, regal neck, and she sucked that thing to the root without any problem whatsoever. 

Well, I decided, if she could take it all, then I'd give it all to her. So I humped upward with my hips, continually driving my cock deep into her throat, and Mom, bless her, ground her crotch ever harder over my mouth in response. 

She humped my whole face as she writhed in her mounting orgasm, her dripping pussy covering my mouth, her wet asshole stroking my nose. We were beginning to hurdle toward a slippery slope that led to a climax, and I would have been perfectly content to blow my load down my mother's throat, but she had other ideas. 

"God DAMN, you are good," she panted, as she pulled her mouth off my cock and her pussy off my face. "You just lay right there and let Mama do the work." 

Mom moved down the bed and squatted over my cock. She held it up at the base and sank down until the head was positioned right at her fiery red opening. She teased me with it a few seconds, rubbing the head between her lips and over her clit, before fitting the head into her slot and impaling herself on my length. 

We both howled in ecstasy as her hot cunt slid down my shaft. Mom looked over her shoulder, swishing her long hair around as she did, and our eyes locked. A lascivious grin creased her face, and I grinned back. 

Then she turned back around and began to ride my cock in a slow, steady rhythm. Our first fuck had been two people who were unable to hold back the floodgates of lust, but this was where we really learned what each other wanted in a lover. 

We were quickly in a nice, easy rhythm, Mom undulating up and down on my cock and me rolling my hips up and down in time with her. And our moans and gasps filled the room as we worked. 

I happened to look up, past where Mom was riding me, and saw her reflection in the mirror across from the bed. It was a look that will be burned in my memory forever. 

There was my beautiful mother, her skin shining with the sweat of her exertions, her eyes closed in rapture and her mouth open in esctasy. Her long hair was swaying to the beat of her insane lust as she rocked up and down. 

I reached up and took my mom's sweaty hips and began to exert a little more force, a little more control. I could feel a cum load of gargantuan proportions gathering strength in my scrotum, and I could sense that Mom was beginning to reach a peak in her climax. Her mewling sounds were a little more shrill, her motions a little jerkier. 

It was time for me to bring this fuck to a shattering climax. I pulled Mom off my cock, and she cried out sharply at the sudden withdrawl of the cock that had been giving her such pleasure. But only for a moment. 

I slid out from under her body and pushed her on her knees. Mom quickly got the hint, and leaned forward onto her hands, thrusting her butt up in the air, so that her gaping cunt was open and ready. She reached under her body with one hand and parted her cunt lips. 

"C-c-come on, Richie, baby," Mom stammered, her lust all but choking her. "Fuck Mama like a good boy, fuck her goooooood." 

I took my dripping cock by the base, and aimed it at the target she was offering so enticingly. I put the head to her hole, then rammed it home with every bit of power I could muster. 

"Ooooooomph!" Mom exclaimed as the air rushed from her lungs from the sudden brute force of my attack. 

"Yeeeeeesssssssssss! " she howled as I quickly began to pound her pussy with long, powerful strokes. "Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme, fuuuuuccck meeeeeee!" 

Mom was in another world now, and so was I. She squealed in pleasure, and her body shook and trembled as a mammoth orgasm ripped through her body. But I was still in supreme command, holding back the rush of cum that was waiting, waiting, waiting for the right moment. 

"Oh yeah, you are one hot, horny bitch, aren't you," I growled as I pumped my cock relentlessly in her spastic pussy. "You love your son's big fat cock in your tight pussy, don't you ... Mother." 

"God, yes, yes, yes," Mom wailed as she slammed her hips back to keep as much of my churning dick as possible in her twitching hole. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me like a cheap whore, fuckmefuckmefuckme! Be a motherfucker and FUCK ME! Fill me up with that hot stuff! Come on, you son of a bitch, shoot that cum in my cunt!" 

And I was ready. With a gasping cry, I pumped deep once, twice, three times, then let it go. 

"AHHHHH GOD D-D-DAAAA-YUM!" I cried as jets of cum exploded deep in Mom's clenching cunt. I had thought the first cum that night was intense, but this one was absolutely unbelievable. 

I shot geysers of steaming hot cum deep in my mother's body, and she shuddered and jerked from another intense orgasm of her own. It was almost like we were holding onto a live wire, and we couldn't break the connection. I kept humping and kept shooting spurts of cum, like I was never going to stop. 

But, finally, my balls were empty and I felt almost faint from the power of my climax. For her part, Mom had buried her face in the bed to keep from screaming out so loudly that we'd wake up half of Harris County. 

In fact, Mom's orgasm was so intense that when we finally slumped to the bed, she rolled over into my arms and started crying like a baby. 

"Mom, what's the matter?" I asked softly, genuinely puzzled at this reaction, especially coming from someone as upbeat and confident as my mom. 

Mom looked up at me with a smile on her face, her eyes glistening. I realized then that she was crying tears of joy and ecstasy. 

"I've been looking for a man like you my whole adult life," she said in a voice thick with emotion. "I need a man who will love me and satisfy me, and I've never had one. I have a husband who loves me, but doesn't satisfy me, and I have men who satisfy me, but don't love me. Well, by God, I've finally found a man who does both, and I'm not going to let him go. Richie, you've made me very, very happy." 

"Don't worry, Mom," I said. "I'll always make you happy. I'll always love you." 

"I know, and I love you too, baby," Mom said as she laid her head on my shoulder. 

We were about to fall asleep, and I realized that wasn't a good idea. So we roused ourselves and took a long, leisurely shower. We spent a lot of time soaping each other, cleansing ourselves of the funk we'd raised on each other's body, and we spent a lot of time under the steaming cascade kissing and touching each other. 

Then we dressed, checked out of the motel, and I drove her back to the club to retrieve her car. Afterward, as I drove home alone, I couldn't erase the shit-eating smile that covered my face. 

The week that followed was without a doubt the best week of my life. My mother and I fucked in every room of the house, in every which way. I have discovered that Mom is utterly uninhibited when it comes to sex. She loves to fuck, and she is open to anything and - almost - everything. 

About the first thing I did was on Monday morning, in my parents' bed. I got Mom onto her knees, got her butt lubed real good, pushed my dick past her sphincter and fucked her ass until I filled her bowels with hot cream. 

Another morning, I woke up to the sound of dance music. I found my mom in the den, doing her daily exercises, naked. I should say that as a dancer, she needs to stay in shape, and her workout routine is a supreme combination of athleticism and eroticism. 


As she worked out, she had me sit in front of her, naked, of course, and we watched each other masturbate, until I was ready to cum, then I shot off all over her face. 

By the end of the week, we were already talking about how our lives had changed, and the direction we wanted our lives to take. Mom's talking about wanting to give up whoring, and devote herself to me, and I really would like to see her give up that aspect of her secret life. 

I know she's made commitments to Tower Enterprises, and I know she enjoys the variety of men she sees. But it is a risky business, especially if the police find out what's going on. Plus, as far as I'm concerned, she's my woman now, and I can't help feeling a little jealous at the thought of her with other men. 

That's something new for me, and it reflects the way I feel about her. I'm even talking about transferring to U. of H., or maybe Rice, so I can stay there in Houston, closer to the object of my lust. 

I don't know where our relationship is headed, and, truthfully, it could lead to complete disaster, especially if my dad or my sister ever find out what we've been up to. 

But I've always believed in grabbing life by the horns, and I don't regret for a minute going after my mother's pussy, once I found out what she was really like. 

My mom is the best woman I've ever had, the only woman I've ever truly loved, and I'm going to continue fucking her as long as she'll have me, consequences be damned. 

Yes, my mother is a stripper and a whore, but she's my stripper and she's my whore, and I'll love her forever, no matter what.



Mom's Secret



“Come here,” she said.

Once we were both under the blankets, she extended her left arm, putting her hand on the back of my neck, gently pulling me closer. Soon, her arm was around me and I rested my head in the hollow of her shoulder with my face towards the screen. We had sat like this on countless nights when I was a child and, unable to sleep, I had climbed into her bed to watch late night TV before falling asleep almost instantly in her arms. It was the kind of sleep a person could know only in his mother’s arms, surrounded and protected by her love.

“Compfy, sweetie?” she asked.

“Very,” I said, listening to the sound of her heart beating.

“Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?” she asked hesitantly. At first, I didn’t understand. Then realization dawned on me.

“No,” I said quietly, “I don’t mind.”

“I won’t if it bothers you,” she said. “You just looked like you were enjoying the movie and I think movies like this are better without . . . you know.”

“Do you mind if I do it too?” I asked, still nervous.

“Not at all, sweetie,” she answered.

My mom tugged the material of her nightgown up until the hem was below her breasts. She sat forward and I moved away to give her room. She grabbed the hem and pulled the entire garment off, then dropped it to the floor beside her. She reclined again, adjusting the blankets at her waist. I stared openly at her breasts. They were even more spectacular up close than they had been at a distance – round globes with large, pink nipples in the center, perfectly shaped and symmetrical. My mom saw me staring but didn’t seem to mind.

“Your turn,” she said softly.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out shakily, I pulled my head into my shirt, then worked it off quickly. I dropped it on the floor. Then I reached down under the blankets with both hands and wiggled out of my boxer shorts. I dropped them with my shirt. My mom smiled at me, then pulled me close again. I rested my head just above her left breast and continued to watch the movie. Her heart was pounding. So was mine.

It’s hard to describe what I was feeling. I was in bed, naked, watching a gay porno movie with my mother, who had a bigger erection than I did. A distant voice told me to stop (my “superego”, I supposed) the little angel on our shoulder, not sent by God, but by an unforgiving, narrow-minded society.

I can only compare it to the feeling you get right before falling asleep. You’re warm, you’re safe, and the worries of the world are washed away by the comforting darkness. You’re powerless to stop it, but that doesn’t matter anymore.

“I love you,” my mom said softly to me. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I love you too, Mom,” I said, “but I do want to do this.”

“OK, baby,” she said, giving me a half-hug which I returned warmly. “Just relax and breathe.”

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As my mom held me against her naked body, both of us throbbing with a desire expressed only by occasional twitches under the blankets, the video continued to play.

The brunette teenager’s blowjob was gone and now it was time for him to give as he had received. The blonde unhooked the straps of his overalls and the brunette went to work, kissing his chest. He knelt down before his friend and pulled the clothing off. The boy’s cock sprang out. The brunette took the thick organ in his hand and began to stroke it.

The blonde boy took a step back and sat down on a bale of hay which was conveniently covered by a wool blanket. The camera moved closer. The brunette opened his lips and took his friend’s purpose head into his mouth, wetting it before pulling back. The tip glistened with saliva. The brunette licked the tip and a clear string of precum hung between his tongue and the hole. A moment later, the brunette began to suck in earnest.

“Do you still want to watch it, honey?” my mom asked me, barely whispering.

“Yeah,” I said.

“You can play with yourself if you want,” she said, even more softly.

“OK,” I replied. “You can too.”

“Would you mind that?” she asked.

“No,” I whispered. “I want you to.”

We looked deeply into one another’s eyes, each hesitant to move or speak. The moment was so fragile that both of us were afraid to disturb the delicate balance. I didn’t know what to think, so I didn’t try to. I let my body and my heart guide me. Both told me not to lose my nerve now, that I was on the brink of something special, and that I should give in to my longings.

My right hand was under my hip as I leaned on my side, against my mom’s body. My left hand, however, was free. I slid it slowly down my stomach until I felt my cock, rock-hard in my hand. Never breaking my eyes away from Mom’s, I slowly began to stroke my dick, the blanket rising and falling with a soft rustle at every successive pump.

Mom kept her eyes locked on me as well. her hand, hidden beneath the blankets, seized her enormous organ and she began to masturbate as well. My mind swam. My mother and I were jacking off together and it didn’t feel weird at all. It was different, of course, but I felt perfectly natural and at ease with her. In fact, I felt closer to her than I ever had before.

We masturbated slowly and rhythmically, synchronizing our movements, neither of us wanting to ejaculate yet. This was about so much more than getting off. This was about showing our love and trust. Occasionally, our hands would bump together. We’d apologize and laugh but, other than that, the silence was unbroken. Both of us realized the implications of what we were doing but somehow it didn’t seem to matter.

“Mom . . .” I whispered.

“What?” she replied.

“Can we turn the video off?” I asked.

“Why?” she asked, a worried expression flashing across her beautiful face. “I thought you liked it.”

“I do,” I said, “but I want this to be about us. Besides, I think the mood is already set.” She smiled at me, then nodded slowly.

I leaned over her and took the remote off the night table. I pointed it at the television, turning it off with a click of a button. Then I pulled the cord on the lamp, shutting off the light. After a moment, our eyes readjusted. The lights from outside allowed us to see, but the darkness added the atmosphere we needed for our secret encounter. Outside the snow was falling, making the night even more enchanting.

That’s when I noticed the position I was in. I was leaning over my mother’s bare breasts with my face inches from hers. Also, with the shifting I’d done, the blanket had slid down my body. My naked, erect penis was hanging down, the tip almost touching Mom’s hip. her eyes were fixed on it. Then she looked me in the eye and smiled.

“Big boy . . .” she said and I blushed.

“Thanks,” I said, not sure what else to say.

“You’re beautiful,” she told me.

“So are you,” I replied.

“Come here, my big boy . . .”

My mother opened her slender, white arms and I swiftly submitted to her embrace. We lay on our sides, facing one another, our faces inches apart. I could feel her delicate hands on the small of my back, caressing my skin. My arms were likewise on the soft flesh of her back and I could feel her warm, yielding breasts against my chest.

“Do you love me?” she asked.

“I love you, Mom,” I assured her.

“I love you too, baby,” she said. “I love you with all my heart, all my soul, and now with my body too.”

She closed her eyes and leaned in. I did the same. The moment seemed to draw out, longer than an eternity, but finally our lips brushed together. We each leaned in another half inch until our lips pressed together. Her mouth tasted sweet. Her lips were soft and the pressure of them against mine was heavenly. I felt myself becoming lost in the perfect intimacy of it. My mother had kissed me a thousand times in my life but never like this.

Her breasts, burning hot with desire, pressed against my chest as she inhaled, sucking the air from my mouth. Then she exhaled and her hot, minty breath filled my mouth. My entire body shuddered with delight. Finally, we broke the kiss reluctantly, slowly pulling our lips apart. with my eyes still closed, I could feel the residual tingle of her lips against mine. I inhaled deeply, letting her fragrance fill my mouth and nose, then I licked my lips. I opened my eyes to find my mom smiling at me.

“You’re an amazing kisser,” she said.

I smiled and said only one word in response: “More.”

We again rushed into one another’s arms. While our first kiss had been gentle, an experimental exploration, this kiss was an expression of all our passion for one another. The tingling I felt in my lips spread to the tips of my toes. My dick became as hard as steel and the room was filled with the sounds of sucking, breathing, moaning, and wordless whispering in the dark.

Mom’s lips parted slowly and I could feel her wet tongue slide into my mouth, probing cautiously. With our lips locked together, I allowed my tongue to slip into her mouth as well. Our tongues, slippery with saliva, danced together. Unable to control myself, I took her face in my hands and began to suck on her tongue before eventually withdrawing for a moment. Then the kissing began anew.

I don’t know how much time passed. It seemed to slip away, to sink into a warm pool of bliss. I ceased to think. Everything was sensation. Finally, I was woken, as if from a dream, as my mom broke our kiss. She looked into my eyes, licked her upper lip, then coyly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked me, with a strange nervousness in her voice.

“Of course,” I said, twirling some of her sandy blonde hair between my fingers as I rubbed my other hand across her flat stomach.

“Don’t be mad or grossed out,” she said.

“I promise,” I said, laughing slightly.

“Well,” she said, “when you were a baby, I used to let you suck my nipples, even though I couldn’t lactate. It wasn’t meant to be a sexual thing. I just wanted to feel that connection that a real mother feels.” She looked down, embarrassed. I laid my hand against her cheek and she kissed my palm.

“You are my real mother,” I said, “and you deserve to feel that.”

“Thank you, Brendan,” she said, her eyes glistening.

“Did it feel good?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “even if it wasn’t natural.”

“But did it feel good?” I asked, smiling. My mom thought about it for a moment, then suddenly caught my meaning. She smiled and nodded her head.

“OK, then,” I said.

I pulled away from her and slid a bit farther down until her breasts were directly in front of my face. The pink areola were several inches in diameter with big nipples in the center of each. Mom had implants, but you could never tell. As I lay there, admiring them, my mom mistook my moment of appreciation as hesitation.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” she said. She tried to sound comforting, but I could heard disappointment as well.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I placed a kiss in between her breasts, feeling the smooth skin of each breast against either cheek. Then I moved over to her left breast. I held it in one hand, feeling the great weight and size of it. I kissed it, moving closer to her nipple with each brush of my wet lips against the gorgeous flesh.

At last, I came to her nipple. I opened my mouth wide, then pressed my lips against it, taking as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the large nipple, then closed my lips around it. I squeezed it tightly between my top and bottom lip, then let my tongue trace a ring around it. I began to suck harder, as if I were a greedy baby eager for milk.

Mom, meanwhile, was in a state of rapture. Her head was back and she was cooing softly. Her fingers were digging into my back of my scalp as she pushed my face against her, as if I needed any encouragement to keep sucking her! As I sucked her, my hands explored her body. My left hand came to rest on her firm butt. I began to gently knead the flesh, which seemed to turn her on even more.

I switched to her right breast once her squeals, moans, and grunts indicated that perhaps the other had become too sensitive to continue playing with for the time being. I gave the other nipple the same treatment and met with the same response. I continued to rub my other hand over Mom’s ass, even letting my fingers brush the crack.

“Blow on them,” Mom whispered.

I did as my mother told me. I blew on her right nipple first and then the left. I saw the nipples stiffen and the areola become prickly with goose bumps. Mom shuddered with delight. Sensing that her nipples had endured all they could, I slip up the mattress until we were face-to-face again.

“I have an idea,” Mom said, kissing me.

“What?” I asked, kissing her back.

“Why don’t we lose the blankets?” she asked, smiling impishly. “It’s warm enough in here. And I wanna see you.”

“Good idea,” I said, kissing her between each word.

“Let’s lay on our backs, side-by-side,” she said. “I’ll pull the comforter over myself and you pull the sheets over yourself. Then we rip them off at the same time.”

“Cool,” I said.

We moved apart until we were both on our backs. Mom pulled the comforter on top of herself. I did the same with the sheets. We both sat up slightly, looking down at one another’s bodies, waiting for the big moment. She looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back.

“Ready?” I asked.

“On the count of three,” she said. “One . . . two . . . three!”

We both flung our respective covers aside, letting them fall to the floor. Mom and I were naked, together in bed, with nothing covering us. My eyes widened as they took in her huge dick and her enormous balls. Before, she had been doing laundry and caught by surprise. Now, she was fully erect, her shaft jutting ten inches nearly straight up. Her thighs were solid, firm, and muscular. Her scrotum lay between them, like two eggs in a nest.  My eyes followed the length of her shapely legs, then back up to her breasts.

“God, Mom, you’re so hot!” I cried out. Mom burst out laughing.

“Why thank you, Brendan!” she replied, beaming.

We both began giggling, both at the absurdity of what we were doing and at the absurdity of waiting so long to do it.

“Stand up,” I said, once we had stopped laughing.

Now we were both on our sides, leaning on our elbows, trying to look one another in the eye while stealing obvious peeks at the other’s package.

“Why?” she asked.

“I want to see you walk,” I told her.

“You’ve seen me walk,” she said.

“Not naked!” I exlcaimed.

Mom laughed, then rolled off the bed, giving me the most fleeting glimpse of her asshole as she did. She walked to the far side of the room, her big, tight butt wiggling as her hips swayed. Then she turned around to face me like a model on the cat walk. She walked towards the bed. Her cock, hanging down halfway to her knees, swung back and forth as she moved. Then she climbed back on the bed, crawled towards me on all fours, and gave me a kiss.

“Do you like Mommy’s dick?” she asked.

“Very much,” I said. “Do you like mine?”

She looked down at my dick, six inches semi-erect, twitching excitedly against my leg. She began to run her fingernails against my thighs, causing my penis to immediately spring to full erection.

“He looks like he wants to be played with,” Mom said.

“So does she,” I said, nodding towards her crotch. “What did you have in mind?”

“Spread your legs,” she said.

I spread them wide. At first, I felt nervous, leaving myself so vulnerable. But that was just an instinctual reaction. I had complete trust in my mother. She likewise spread her legs and scooted towards me until her legs were over mine and our nutsacks pressed together. It was a feeling too wondrous and sublime to describe and I sighed deeply.

With tender care, my mom placed her hand at the base of my shaft. her slender fingers wrapped around it and she began to jerk me off. I took the hint and gripped her cock in my hand as well. By this point, I had grown comfortable with the sight of it, but the feeling of it in my hand was a whole new sensation. It was so big that I had trouble getting my fingers around it. I felt the blood pumping through it, keeping it hard for me.

Mom and I stroked one another’s cocks while our other hands explored. I caressed her breasts and her sexy thighs. She cupped my balls, rolling them in her hand. We kissed intermittently, whispering words of love into one another’s ears.

“Baby,” she said, “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that for me, sweetie?”

“Yeah,” I said, between harsh breaths. “Do it a little harder.” She did. “Perfect,” I told her.

She pulled my hand off her cock and pressed her shaft against mine. She held them together in her hand and began to stroke us together. The friction of the soft underside of her dick was glorious and I felt myself swiftly approaching orgasm.

“Are you going to?” I asked breathlessly. I was sweating now.

“Yes,” she said in a whisper. “Let’s do it together.”

“OK,” I agreed.

She continued to jack us off and her pace quickened. The body heat was swearing and we were both perspiring profusely. Mom’s ass was bouncing on the mattress. I had my hands on her shoulders, bracing myself. Both of our cocks were swollen and red.

“I’m going to . . .” I said.

“Hold it in just one more second, hun,” she said.

She squeezed her fist tighter around our cocks as her arm pumped up and down like an engine piston. I concentrated all my will on not ejaculating, waiting for her, so that we could fully share in the moment. I leaned in against my mom’s bare shoulder, closing my eyes and burying my face in the soft skin. I felt like crying. The pain of waiting was so intense that I was nearly overwhelmed by it. Finally, Mom gave me the word.

“OK,” she breathed in a ragged whisper. “Do it.”

At once, a translucent white stream of semen erupted from my cock, arching towards my mom’s chest and splattering on her naked breasts. I let out a fierce cry of ecstasy as the pressure was relieved. Mom, meanwhile, had jettisoned her own load of sperm which spurted straight up and then splashed down between us, covering our sweaty dicks with a slippery layer of sticky cum. My mom did not relent. She milked us both for every drop we were worth until both of us were literally covered with jizz. Exhausted, I fell back on the bed. My mom fell beside me. The hot darkness was filled with our heated panting.

After we’d recovered from our ordeal, my mom told me she was going to get cleaned up. She rose from the bed and walked into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I waited until I heard the sound of running water and then climbed out of bed as well. I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked gently.

“Mom?” I said.

“You should get washed up and go to bed, Brendan,” she said. “We can talk about this in the morning.” I could tell from the tone of her voice that something was wrong.

I tested the knob and found it unlocked. I pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom to find my mom, wrapped in a towel, sitting on the toilet seat lid. She looked as if she’d been crying. I felt a little straight being naked while she was covered by the towel, but I sat down on the edge of the Jacuzzi anyway. 

“I think we should talk now,” I said.

“I’m so sorry, Brendan,” she said softly, looking at the floor.

“For what?” I asked.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I’m your mother. It was wrong of me and I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said.

“I know how it is for boys your age,” she said. “When you’re 18, you’re so full of hormones that you’ll do anything to get off. I took advantage of you.”

I knelt down on the floor in front of her and placed my hands on her knee. I kissed it gently.

“You didn’t make me do any thing I didn’t want to,” I said. “I’m glad we did it. “




Mom's Secret



“Are you sure?” she asked nervously.

“Of course,” I told her. “That was the most beautiful, emotional, spiritual experience of my life. I just wish we could do more.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I’m so glad you said that, Brendan.”

“Come on,” I told her, standing up, and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s clean up.”

She remained sitting while I turned the knobs on the Jacuzzi and water began to fill the basin. She rose up and slowly peeled the towel away, revealing her gorgeous body to me again. Even though I’d seen it already, it was still breathtaking. She was the perfect combination of feminine beauty and masculine sexuality.

When the water was full, we both climbed in. We cleaned off one another’s bodies with soap, then washed each other’s hair. I loved sitting with my back to her, between her legs, feeling her fingers through my soapy hair and the head of her cock poking against my back.

“We should get something straight,” she said, after we’d cleaned up, and were enjoying the soak.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Absolutely no one is to know about this,” she said. “Not only would I be arrested, they would take you away from me.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” I agreed.

“And even if we do this,” she continued, “it doesn’t change things between us. I am still your mother and I expect you to do what I say. And we can’t stay up this late every night doing . . . you know. You still need your sleep.”

“I know,” I said. Then I smiled. “Of course, I don’t think you could ever deny me if I really needed it badly enough. You love me too much.”

She laughed and agreed that it was probably true.

Not long after ,we got out of the tub. I took her by the hand and held it as she rose to her feet. We dried each other off and she followed me into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. She pulled her legs over on to the mattress and I covered her with the blanket. I walked around the other side and climbed in next to her. We moved in close together and began to kiss.

I can’t say how long we kissed. Time lost all its meaning. I closed my eyes and all I could feel was the warmth of her body, the touch of her lips, and the sweet throbbing of her cock against mine. I kissed her all over her neck and her face as she did likewise. After a while, we stopped, then stared into one another’s eyes for a long, long time.

“Goodnight, baby,” she said.

“Goodnight, Mom,” I told her.

I snuggled in close to her and soon fell asleep.