8 comments/ 58545 views/ 43 favorites Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 01 By: Borntolust All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about an incestuous relationship. ***** "Oh my God," I heard my mother screech. "Those are my panties." She had opened my bedroom door not knowing I was inside jerking off. That would have been bad enough, but I was wearing a pair of her panties. Actually I had pushed them down slightly so my cock was free to stroke. I had my balls lying on top of the fabric too. The elastic of the waistband pulled up under them. Besides wearing her panties I had another pair, which I had fished out of the hamper, held up to my nose. They were exceptionally aromatic that day. She must have been a little excited when she was wearing them. Her scents were a delight any day, but some days were better than others. Needless to say I was startled. I looked toward the door to see her standing with her hand covering her mouth in a gesture of shock and surprise. She spun around and rushed from the room slamming the door behind her. My morning was ruined. It was a Saturday, no school. I usually liked to start my non-school days by masturbating while wearing my mother's panties. Before you jump to any conclusions. I was not a panty freak. At least I don't think I was. I only wore them at special times, like when I jerked off. Well a few other times too. Sometimes to school, or maybe to a movie. I wore boxers usually. It doesn't really matter. That was then. Now is now. At any rate my boner was gone and I was in big trouble. I'd be lucky if she didn't kick me out of the house. I had to find an answer to my dilemma, if there was one. I got dressed and took the two pair of panties to the bathroom to throw in the hamper. I went downstairs, but Mom was nowhere around. I checked the garage and her car was gone. I went back to my room trying to think of something I could do, anything I could do. I got on my computer and brought up one of my favorite sites 'Literotica'. I looked through all the panty stories. None of them gave me an answer. If the story was about a son being caught by his mother, with her panties, they invariably ended up in an incestuous relationship. That wouldn't do in my case. My mother was far too straitlaced to even think about such a thing. Even though I often found her juices on her panties. She was not going let me do something like that. I would have liked to though. She was my favorite jerk off dream girl. Let me take a moment to describe my mother. Her name is Ethel. An old fashioned name I know, but it seems to suit her. She is forty-four, 5' 4" and a little overweight. She weighs about 160 on a medium frame. Her ass is well padded and her medium sized tits are plump. She has the beginning of a belly. Her face is full with her hair dyed blond and cut short. Her natural hair color is light brown, but has a lot of gray in it. She does have nice legs, nicer when she wears nylons and heels. If she wears the right dresses, or skirts, her ass looks good too. Mom has a pleasant, open face but she is really introspective She and my father divorced when I was just a toddler. I grew up spending a couple of weekends a month with my father and his new wife. I liked them both. My step-mother treated me with love, but was always careful not to interfere in my relations with my birth mother. My father took a lot of interest in me, even after he had two children with his new wife. Mom didn't have to work, but she did. She is an accountant at a local firm. Her parents had left her enough that we could live comfortably, but she had invested that money and we lived on her wages. She had been talking lately of possibly cutting back to three days a week. Me? I'm Gene, short for Eugene. That's a name with a long history in my mother's family. I'm nineteen, five feet ten and 160 pounds. I'm medium build, in good condition but not muscular. In fact I'm a bit soft. I attend a local two year college. The idea being that I would save money by living at home. At the same time it would give me a chance to decide what field I wanted to study. I was having a little trouble making up my mind. My father was contributing to my college costs so he appreciated the savings. My mother was happy with the situation too. She would have me at home for a little longer. Maybe I should say she had been happy with the arrangement until that morning. As I was growing up my mother was very loving with me. One could almost say she doted on me. At the same time she could be strict when it was called for. Whenever she would punish me for something she would hug me afterward and tell me she loved me. Mom would hug me often as I grew up. In my early teens I would reject these hugs, but a few years later accepted them gladly and returned them. Mom was a very moral woman. I don't think she was ever with a man after her divorce from my father. I was aware of very few dates while I was growing up. I never found a dildo, or vibrator when snooping in her room. As I said above, straitlaced. Her life seemed to center on me. She tried to teach me things like honesty, responsibility, and self-sufficiency. To a large degree she was successful. So how and when did lust for my Mom become a central point in my life? I would snoop through her room checking her closet and dresser drawers. Her panties were all plain. Most were cotton, but she had some silk pairs too. Same thing with her bras. Most were utilitarian, but a couple made with sensuous fabric. Mom wore slips sometimes. Those were all silk or satin. A couple had lace at the bodice and hem. There was nothing that I found more than mildly exciting. The big change came one day when I was helping out by doing the laundry. Since Mom worked I tried to do my part to help. I was sorting the soiled clothes when, on a whim, I put a pair of her panties to my nose to sniff at the gusset. It was a whim that changed my life. It happened just at the point that girls were becoming an obsession with me. I hadn't had much success with them. The girls I lusted after lusted after jocks, not non-athletic guys like me. The fragrance my mother left on her panties enchanted me. It was the closest I had ever been to a live pussy. I set the panties aside, and once the laundry was started took them to my room to jerk off while holding them to my nose. It was the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced, up to that point, in my young life. So my mother became the central figure in my dreams. My pudgy mom became my ideal, my dream girl. I searched the internet looking for spicy pictures of women who resembled her, there weren't many. Likewise I found only a few porn flicks that suited my needs. Magazines were a better source of salacious pictures of mature, chubby women. There were all types of magazines and some specialized in mother figures. Trying on her panties seemed like a logical next step. They felt so good against my face, especially the silky ones that I tried rubbing them on my cock and jerking off with them wrapped around my dick. I got that last idea from a story, a number of stories actually. I preferred the soiled panties on my face where I could inhale the fragrances. At the same time I liked the feel on my cock. The thought came to me that I should try them on. Surprisingly they fit, only a little snug. Mom's ass was a bit broad, and mine was slim. After that I wore a pair of her panties when I jerked off. I had to be careful that I got them washed and back in her drawer so she wouldn't notice they had disappeared. Since I did much of the laundry I was able to handle things okay. And that's where things stood the day I got caught. I spent the day in my room searching for answers. My mind was in a turmoil. Nothing I found on the internet seemed to apply. My thoughts produced nothing but panicked wild notions. I dreaded hearing her come home and having to face her. When I did hear the door close as she entered the house I cowered in my room with the door shut. It was early evening before I summoned the courage to go downstairs, to face my fate. Mom was working at the sink. My dinner was on the table getting cold. She had not called me to eat. I started to stammer out an apology but Mom stopped me. "I don't want to hear it Eugene. I am very upset and do not want to speak about it, or to you." With that she left the kitchen and went to her bedroom. I picked at my cold dinner, but ate very little. I cleared the table, rinsed the dishes and went to my room. Eventually I fell asleep. Sunday was a repeat of Saturday evening. I had to make my own meals. Mom refused to speak to me. Not even a word. I had classes Monday. It was a relief to get out of the house. I came home to silence. For dinner I went to a fast food place. Tuesday was the same yet again. I had been sleeping, but poorly, since the event. I hadn't been jerking off either. I just didn't feel like it. Tuesday night I woke up with a familiar scent in my nose. My eyes flew open to see my mother sitting on the side of my bed holding a pair of her soiled panties to my face. I reached for her but she slapped my hand away. I started to say something but she cut me off with a sharp command. "Quiet!" She was wearing a cotton nightgown, knee length. She didn't say another word but rubbed the panties on my face, under my nose, across my lips. My cock hardened quickly. I hadn't jerked off since the event and was horny. Mom was aware of my hardening cock. When I reached for it instinctively she slapped my hand away. These weren't light slaps, they were hard and stung. She made herself clear. My cock was throbbing with lust when my mother took my hand and put it over the panties at my face. She climbed onto the bed and straddled me above my cock. As she lifted her nightgown I could see that she was wearing panties. She pushed my cock down on my belly, still inside my boxers, and lowered herself so it rested in her slit. She was sliding herself along my rigid dick masturbating herself on its hardness. Her head was down and she seemed to be concentrating on what she was doing. She did look up once. She saw I was still inhaling the aroma of her panties on my face and went back her self-gratification. I was aware of a series of gasps and a quivering in her body as an orgasm overtook her. She continued sliding her pussy on my cock, passionless except when she had cum. And that was subdued. I came though. Gobs of creamy cum exploded from my cock as thrills raced through my body. Mom seemed to be cumming when she felt me tense. At least she was gasping as before and her body was quivering again, stronger this time. She continued rubbing herself over me as I softened. She slid over the cum on my belly coating the cotton panties with it. She got off me when I was flaccid. Standing beside the bed she lifted her nightgown and took her panties off. She handed them to me and left without a word. It was the first time I had ever seen my mother without panties, and it was only a flash. I caught a glimpse of a full lush bush, and puffy labia peeking through the forest of hair. That's all I had a chance to see. It took a while for me to get to sleep. I lay awake wondering about the reason for Mom's actions. Did they have a hidden message for me? Or was it simply that Mom was horny. Mom had never before ever indicated to me, not in any way, that she was aroused. Would she do so now? If a hidden message, what? Why that way? My mind was in turmoil again. Uppermost, did it mean I wouldn't get kicked out of the house? I just didn't know any answers. Wednesday I had an early class. Mom had breakfast on the table for me. But she wouldn't speak to me. It was tough in school. I had trouble keeping my mind on the subject matter. When I got home that afternoon Mom was still at work. There was a clean pair of her panties on my bed. A note with them said simply, Wear these. I showered and put on the panties. They were a silky material and felt nice. I finished dressing with a pair of jeans and t-shirt. Dinner was a silent affair. Mom was not yet ready to speak to me. She had said nothing about the previous night. Except for the fact that she had begun to prepare meals for me again there was no indication about her mood. I went to my room after dinner. I did college homework for a couple of hours and went to bed. Not to sleep though. I lay awake waiting to see if my mother would appear again. She did, just as I was starting to doze off. She approached the bed silently with soft slippers on her feet. She stood by the bed looking at me for a minute. My eyes were open, I made no attempt to pretend I was asleep. Her hands were empty, if she had panties with her she had concealed them. Her nightgown looked like the same one as the night before. She seemed to reach a decision. She quickly pulled her nightgown up to her waist, she pushed her panties over her hips and let them slide down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of them and picked them up. She sat on the side of the bed then and looked at me without expression. Her hands held the panties as if wondering what to do with them. I watched, not daring to speak. I felt like it would break a spell if I said anything. Again it was if she had reached a decision. She brought the panties she had removed to my face. She rubbed them over me making sure the gusset was in contact with my skin. Across my lips, around my nose. They were wet, sopping. She passed over my mouth again. My lips parted slightly when she did. She must have sensed it. Her hand stopped and she pushed the wet gusset between my lips. "Open," she said. That was all, just one word. I opened my mouth and she pushed the wet gusset between my teeth. I was tasting her juices. My mind raced, I was excited. Had she cum to be so juicy? Had she masturbated to soak her panties for me? She pulled the sheet off me. Checking to be sure I was wearing the panties she had left for me. I was but they barely contained my hard-on. The excitement of Mom rubbing her panties over my face and pushing them into my mouth had made me hot. She pulled up the waistband of the panties so that only the tip of my cock was poking out above it. My cock lay flat against my stomach, contained by the elastic. Mom didn't hesitate again. She climbed onto the bed and straddled my cock. She lowered herself onto it and, like the night before, let it nestle into her slit. She slid back and forth on my silk encased hard-on. The difference being that this time she was not doing it through two layers of fabric. Only one rather sensuous layer of silk. Her nightgown was bunched around her waist giving me a good view of the wild thatch of her pubic hair. Once again her head was down as she seemed to be concentrating on her actions. I reached for her. I was able to touch her arm and stroke her softly, but if I tried to touch her body she slapped me away. As she had the night before, after a series of gasps, her body quivered with the effects of an orgasm. I came as she was at the height of her pleasure. My creamy cum spewing onto the flesh of my belly. Mom continued rubbing herself on me until I softened. She climbed off me then and stood next to the bed. "If you wait a little while I'll be hard again," I told her. She looked at me without expression. Then said one word. "Why?" I wasn't sure what she was asking, but I took a stab at an answer. "Because I'm very attracted to you." "Thank you," she said. After a long pause she added. "Not tonight." She turned and left the room then. My first class the next day wasn't until ten. I had another at two and one quite late at four in the afternoon. I got up early anyway. I wanted to see if Mom would make breakfast for me again. She did, but again without speaking. But she might have been hiding an occasional small smile. It was hard to tell for sure. She left me to finish breakfast and went upstairs to dress for work. She had to leave about eight-thirty. I dawdled over my meal and had another cup of coffee. Mom came back into the kitchen. She looked at me levelly again. Still silent she turned and left for work. I sat thinking, trying to figure out what she was up to. If she even knew herself. I finally shrugged and thought that I might find out eventually. School went a little better. I was able to pay attention and I think I managed to learn something. Mom was in the kitchen when I got home. I said hello, but she remained silent. Her response was that same level look. I wished she'd at least show a little emotion. I went to my room to shower and change. In the center of the bed there was a pair of silky, ivory colored, panties. These were a little fancier than what I had seen before. There were a couple of small bows at the waist and bottom. She must have bought some new ones. Next to the panties my terrycloth bathrobe was laid out. I got the message. In fact I found it erotic. I showered and went back to my bedroom. I pulled on the panties. They had a smooth sensuous feel. They fit better too, she had to have bought them with me in mind. I thought that there might be a little time before dinner. I wondered whether I should go downstairs, or wait until dinnertime. I decided to go downstairs. I put my bathrobe on. I looked into the kitchen to let Mom know I was there, then sat in the living room and turned on the news. Mom came to the doorway and said simply, "Dinner." When I came into the kitchen she looked at the robe. She looked like she started to say something, then changed her mind. Dinner was eaten in silence. I helped clear the table afterward. Mom served us both coffee and said, "We need to talk." "I want to know, Gene, if you are gay," my mother asked. "No, Mom, I'm not." "I didn't think so, not after your reaction the last two nights." She said. "It wouldn't have mattered, I just wanted to know. "Tell me why you are using my panties," she continued. I told her my story. Much as I told it to you earlier. I left out the part about jerking off to visions of her. She gave me one of her looks when I was done. I had no idea what she was thinking. "So you like the feel of them on you." She said. "I can understand that. I had a bit of a problem understanding your fascination with my soiled underwear. I looked for something on the internet, but didn't find much except salacious stories. I read a couple of them." She didn't say what she thought of the stories. "I took today off work. I came home after I knew you'd left. I wanted to look for answers. I spent hours on the computer and learned much. Far more than I really wanted to know. "I went through your room," she continued. I felt a moment of dread. "I found where you had hidden your magazines and pictures." I felt a blush envelop my body. I thought I had hidden them well. "I noticed a few things," she went on. "All the ladies were on the plump side. I noticed the title of one of the magazines too, 'Chubby Mommies'. I looked through that one. There were a lot of pictures of sexual activity. Some showing men kissing women on their private parts. Women kissing men's privates, too. The implications were that they were mother and son couples. I didn't look at any of the videos. The names are quite suggestive, though." I was busted. All my fantasies about my mother were exposed. My panty fetish laid out in the open. These had been my own secrets, not to be shared with anyone, ever. "I'm sorry, Mom." I could only stammer out an apology. I had tried to apologize the day after the event and it had been rejected. "Mom," I asked. "Why have you been bringing me your panties and leaving fresh ones for me to wear?" Maybe she would tell me what she had been thinking. She didn't answer. Instead she commanded "Stand up." Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 01 I stood and she continued. "Open the bathrobe." I did as she asked and spread it wide. Mom smiled. The first smile I had seen since the event. "They look nice on you," she said. "Why did you say you were attracted to me?" she asked next. I sat back down. "Because I am, Mom. You are the woman I compare all others too. I don't even get excited about women my age." "I wondered why you seldom dated," Mom seemed thoughtful. She perked up suddenly. "We're going to watch one of your videos together." Mom stated emphatically. "I want to see what it is you're watching. Bring them to the living room. I'll meet you there." I went up to my bedroom to get the videos. Mom went to her room saying she was going to change. I was back in the living room a few minutes later. Mom showed up in ten minutes. She was wearing a bathrobe closed up to her neck. She sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit next to her. "Which is your favorite?" Mom asked. I indicated one that I had ordered from an ad in one of my magazines. I handed it to Mom. She looked at the title. 'John and His Mom Get Comfortable'. I liked it because the mother looked so much like Mom. She handed it back to me. "Let's watch it," she said. I put the video in the player and returned to the couch. Mom sat close to me. She opened my bathrobe so that my pantie clad privates were exposed. She laughed. "All we need is popcorn to make this like a movie date." The video was poorly acted, the dialog was stilted, the plot simplistic. I usually watched it with the sound off. I mentioned this to Mom. "That's okay," she said. "I'm trying to learn what you like. So the way you watch it is what I'm interested in." I started the show. Basically the video was about a horny young man who catches his scantily clad mother in the kitchen. After resisting his advances the mother relents and he leads her to the couch. He goes down on her as she wraps her legs around him. There were some good views here of the man eating her pussy. And good shots, too, of the woman's face and breasts. The resemblance to Mom really showed here. Her plump tits looked just like I imagined Mom's to look. Mom motioned me to pause the video. "Do you like to do that with women, Gene?" "Mom," I replied. "I've never been with a woman." "Oh," Mom seemed surprised. "Do you like this part?" She asked. "Yes." "Do you usually have panties when you watch?" The question embarrassed me. I felt myself blush. I answered though. "Yes, usually." Mom let her robe fall open. She was wearing an ivory colored bra and matching panties. They were the same color as the panties she had laid out for me. She pushed her panties down and off. She handed them to me. "I've been wearing them all afternoon. Since I found your magazines," she told me. "Watch it like you would if I wasn't here." I put the panties up to my face. They were redolent with her fragrance, soaked with her juices. The aromas, the tastes; my tongue touched the slick juices. Lovely, delicious, her essences overloaded my senses. My cock swelled, an instant hard-on. "If you would usually play with yourself do it," Mom said. Her voice was noticeably husky. I started the video again. "Go ahead," Mom whispered to me. "It's okay." She urged my hand toward my panty clad crotch. She was snuggled up to my shoulder now. I pushed the panties down and let my cock spring free. I slid my ass toward the edge of the couch and pulled the waist of the panties up under my balls so that they rested on the silky fabric. My hand started stroking my cock without any thought on my part. My mind was aware of the video playing, of a son eating his mother's cunt, of the woman sitting close to me, without panties. The video showed another close up of the mother as she came. It was a good scene. One of the best in the film. Whenever I watched it I imagined my mother looking like that. It was enough to make me cum. An explosive intense orgasm that excited my whole body. My creamy cum erupted from my cock to flow over my hand onto my belly. I heard a soft intake of breath from my mother. The film continued. It cut to show the mother sucking the son's cock, another place I liked to imagine it was my own mother in the scene. I cut my eyes to Mom. But I couldn't tell anything from her expression. Her hand was on her pussy, but she wasn't masturbating. The film son came in his mother's mouth in such a copious quantity that it overflowed her lips to slide over her face in a sensual display. It cut again to show mother and son in the bedroom. Fucking now in different positions. Close ups of the son's cock sliding into his mom's pussy. More face shots of the mother's expression as she came. It ended with the son fucking his mother's face, but pulling out as he was about to cum and spewing his creamy cum over his mother's face and tits. The mother was smiling as she scooped up the cum on her fingers to bring it to her mouth. That was the end. "Interesting," Mom said. Her voice still husky. "Pick out another one, Gene. I'll get us something to drink." I decided on the one I liked second best and put it in the player. Mom came back with two glasses of wine and the bottle. "I'll be right back," she said and went upstairs. She was back in a few minutes wearing a fresh pair of panties. She had not belted her robe and it swung open invitingly. "Let's just sit a while before we watch another one." She said. She sat close to me like before, but when I tried to put my arm around her she would have none of it. "I noticed that the mother in the film somewhat resembled me," Mom said. "At least as far as body type and hair style." I didn't say anything. I sipped at my wine. Mom took a sip too. "I need to talk to you some more," Mom continued. "And I don't want your horniness getting in the way. So let's watch another video." I hit the start button. This film, like the first was about mother and son incest. This time the plump mother catches the son jerking off. She is impressed at the size of his cock and becomes noticeably aroused. She strips and joins him on the bed. After a few hot kisses. The son sucks his mother's tits while she fondles his cock. They are soon in a sixty-nine position. There are some good close up shots of the son licking and sucking at his mother's pussy. Some more close ups of the mother, her lips stretched, sucking the son's very large cock. Mom, next to me, was breathing a little heavier. I was too. The panties I had been tasting for the first film were on my lap. Mom picked them up and brought them to my face. I put my hand over hers and guided her as we rubbed the still fragrant silk over my face. "Are they still ok," Mom asks, I was finding the huskiness in her voice to be exciting. My cock was hardening quickly. I merely nodded in answer to her question. Mom left me to hold the panties for myself as I inhaled the scents and touched my tongue to the still fresh juices. She was pushing the waistband of the panties down over my hips. My cock sprang free, rock hard and erect. I lifted my butt and used my free hand to position the waist as I liked it; pulled up and supporting my balls. I didn't have to be told this time. I knew what Mom wanted. As I stroked my cock I watched the son on the screen tit fucking his mother. My mother was rubbing her fingers over her snatch, but through the fabric. Watching her made me even hornier than I thought possible. I lasted a lot longer this time. Mom nestled against my shoulder as we masturbated together. On the screen the son was standing, his mother on her knees in front of him her hand grasping his cock as her mouth opened to suck him. We watched as the film couple fell back onto the bed. The mother's legs splayed lewdly as her son slid his hard cock into her cunt. There was a close up of the mother's face that always reminded me of my mother, even though there wasn't a close resemblance except for the plumpness. I sensed Mom cumming next to me. The same series of soft gasps, the same quivering as she had displayed in my bed. My own orgasm was sudden, perhaps it was brought on by Mom's. My cock erupted with excitement before I even knew I was close. My cum shot from me. Explosively. Droplets of creamy cum spraying over my belly. My panties, my thighs. Mom sighed as she watched my cum erupt from my hard cock. She let her head rest on my shoulder. The rest of the show was anticlimactic. We were both satisfied. Neither of us felt any great desire to get aroused again. We stopped the video before it finished. Sitting close together we shared another glass of wine. Then Mom said it was time for bed. We walked upstairs together. At her room Mom said, "Go to bed. I'll be there in a minute." Well, she said she had to talk some more. I supposed that was what it was all about. I went to bed and covered myself with a sheet. I was still wearing the panties. Mom came a few minutes later. She was wearing an ivory colored nightgown, knee length. There was embroidery across the bodice. She looked lovely. She got under the sheet with me and lay close, not quite snuggling, but touching. "I need to talk," she said. "Please don't get amorous. I need to get this out." "I'll behave, Mom," I told her. She started with her marriage to my father. They had thought themselves in love, but after a couple of years found that they really weren't meant for each other. When I was born there was a brief resurgence of their early ardor, but it soon faded. A couple of years later they had drifted far apart and decided that divorce was the best course for both of them. It was an amicable process. My father agreed to pay reasonable child support and give Mom the house. It was only after the divorce was final that reaction hit my mother. After a brief period of feeling free she began to think of herself as a failure, at least as far as marriage was concerned. These feelings of failure led her to turn within. To devote herself to me, her toddler son. She didn't reject men, but she was afraid of another botched relationship. She wouldn't risk it again. Her sexual needs didn't go away, but she was able to relieve them by masturbating three or four times a month. So I grew up with a mother who was totally devoted to me. I think she did a pretty good job. Except for my panty fetishes I was pretty straight arrow. Mom went on. To tell me how that was how things went until about five years ago. There was a slow and, at first, subtle change. Maybe, she mused, it was because I had reached puberty. Maybe I was putting out pheromones that affected her. Maybe it was because when she did the laundry she would find dried cum on my briefs and sheets. The fact is, she admitted, that it could have been anything that caused the change, including her own hormones. But whatever the reason she found herself aroused more often. Frequently for no apparent reason. She was starting to masturbate more often. Two years ago she had started to have vivid dreams. At first they were only about once a month. They had become more frequent lately, for the last six months they had come weekly. Sometimes more often. They were bizarre dreams, they involved me. We did strange things of a sexual nature. But not things that would cause harm or excessive pain. She started to fantasize about doing these things with me. Straight up sex too. Mom was a neophyte as far as sex was concerned. She had never engaged in oral sex. Suddenly the idea fascinated her. There were other things that she said she'd tell me later. She was starting to wonder if she had gone insane. At the same time her desire for me had become an obsession. But habit is strong. She had lived most of her life denying her sexuality. It had become ingrained in her personality. Even so, she felt that someday at least some of her fantasies would come true. When she had caught me with her panties she was shocked. It was not something that she expected from me. She got over her initial shock quite soon. But another worry set in. This one far worse, for her. Others might not think so, but her fantasies had become important in her life. If I was gay her dreams would never come true. It was shattering to her. The idea that there was even a slight chance of her reveries actually happening had allowed her to live with them. That was the reason she had come to my bed the past two nights. Before she did that she had searched the internet for information about fetishes, especially panty fixations. She learned much, but didn't know if any of it applied to me. Her two nights with me, and my reaction to her, had eased her fears somewhat. Finding my porn stash had been another sign that I was straight. She was confident enough then to ask me outright. Her two nights with me had given her a new fantasy. One she could fulfill now, making her panties juicy and aromatic enough to give me a hard-on. It really wasn't that difficult. "So you see, Gene, I'm really quite a mess when it comes to sex. I had considered getting psychiatric help, but I had another thought. One that will require your cooperation. "We both have fantasies. I haven't described mine yet, but they will complement yours in many cases. I would like you to consider becoming lovers. "Yes, I mean an incestuous relationship. The aim would be to act out our dreams and desires. Hopefully the result will be sexual satisfaction for us both. "Don't answer me now. You need to think about it. Really think. If you accept I may ask you to do things you find strange or distasteful. I have already thought about it for myself. I am prepared to do anything you request as long as it does not involve unnecessary pain. Even that would be acceptable under certain circumstances. Public humiliation is also ruled out. "Remember if we were ever found out it would mean disgrace. "Go to sleep now, Baby. I love you." To be continued. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 02 All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships. For background, I suggest you read chapter 1. I know next to nothing about cross dressing which has a large part in this story. Neither do Ethel and Gene, but they're learning. ***** I couldn't get to sleep all that easily. My mind was full of what Mom had told me. There were more jumbled thoughts in my mind about our experiences over the last three nights. Did I want to be her Lover? Of course I did! It was one of my most intense fantasies. Eventually I did doze off. I woke early though with the same thoughts in my mind. Mom was lying on her side. I was spooned up to her. My hand was cupping her soft breast and I had a raging hard on that nestled in the crack of her ass. I had to get up to pee and when I looked at the clock I saw it was almost time for her to get up too. I eased back from her, not wanting to wake her too suddenly. She turned onto her back and I saw that her face wore a serene expression. I ran to the bathroom. I turned the room lights on as I went out the door. I peed and brushed my teeth. When I got back to the room Mom was sitting up stretching. "Good morning," she smiled at me. "I feel good." "I do too," I said, although I was a little tired. "If you'll get coffee started I'll be down in a minute," she told me. I found my bathrobe where I had dropped it on the floor. I headed for the kitchen and got the coffee maker going. Mom joined me after a few minutes. I put a cup of coffee in front of her as she sat at the table. She smiled at me, a bright happy smile. "No matter what you decide, Gene, talking to you was what I needed. My mind feels so clear this morning." "I have already decided Mom. There was no real question about it." "Oh, Gene," She jumped up to hug me. To sit on my lap and throw her arms around my neck. To kiss me hard with open mouth and probing tongue. I hugged her back. I felt happy, I shared her joy. I loved her more than ever at that moment. That love never went away, it grew as time went on. She went back to her chair, talking about her happiness. She calmed down a little after a while. "We'll talk this evening. I need to get some things before we start. I hope you don't mind. I want our first time to be special." Mom could have anything she wanted right then. Another cup of coffee and I had to get ready for school. I had a full schedule on Friday. My last class was at three and I would get home about four thirty. A little before Mom. Mom was getting ready to shower when I had to leave. I kissed her and told her I loved her. She hugged me and said she loved me too. I was excited all day. I had made a big decision. It would affect me the rest of my life. At the same time I would be able to play out some of my dreams. When I got home I immediately went upstairs to shower and change. There was a pair of pale blue panties laid out on the bed. Next to them was a silk robe. I didn't know Mom had bought it for me. She probably got it when she bought the new lingerie. I showered and put on the panties, then the robe. They both felt good, luxurious. It would be a while before Mom got home so I sat down at the computer to do some school work. I heard her come in and jumped up to go downstairs to greet her. She was at the foot of the stairs. I met her at the bottom and we threw our arms around each other. She stood back to look at me, "The robe looks nice," she said. "Open it." I opened it wide and she nodded her approval. "Don't tie the sash," she said. "It flashes me when it's open." I laughed and agreed to leave it untied. "I stopped for some carry out for dinner. It's on the counter. Better put it in the fridge, we'll warm it up later. I need to get out of my work clothes." Mom went upstairs to change. In the kitchen I put the food away and set the table. Mom came back downstairs after a few minutes. Her robe was new, and silk, too. It was open showing me that she was wearing matching bra and panties, the same color as the ones she had laid out for me. Thigh high nylons sheathed her legs. "You look lovely," I told her. "Thank you, Darling. It's Friday, let's have a drink to celebrate our pact." I fixed us each a drink and brought them to her. She was on the couch waiting for me. We sat close together and sipped our drinks. We touched each other often, but didn't say much until Mom remarked, "I hope I'm not putting too much strain on you by asking you to wait until next weekend," "I'm sure it will be worth the wait, Mom." I told her. She laughed. "I hope so. In the meantime we can do like we did yesterday evening." I was sure she meant masturbate. We finished our drinks and we went to the kitchen and she set the table while I warmed up dinner. While we ate Mom told me that she had some shopping to do the next day. She added that she had ordered several things on the computer and there should be several packages the next week. I was curious what she was buying, but didn't ask. I would find out eventually. "Shall we watch the other videos?" she asked. "Sure," "Something else we could do is look up things on the internet. Maybe porn, but I'm thinking more along lines of things that interest us. Look for articles about our fetishes, for instance." "That might be fun," I agreed. "Should we try it this evening?" "I think I'd prefer the videos tonight," Mom said. "I like cuddling up with you while we watch. I'll be right back." She left to go upstairs I put the DVD I had selected in the player and sat on the couch. I thought about my mother. There had been a big change in her personality. At least around me. She was outgoing now, not introspective as she had been. She seemed much livelier. I liked my old thoughtful mom. I liked the new animated one too. I thought about the big changes we were about to make. That we had already started on. I hoped I could make her happy. I wanted to very much. Mom's return interrupted my musings. She sat on the couch with me and snuggled up close. She put a pair panties down next to herself. "Those are the ones I wore today," she said. Speaking close to my ear, her voice throaty, she said. "I didn't shower tonight. I'm not going to in the morning either. I'm going to wear the panties I put on this evening the whole time." She laughed. "I want to make them nice for you." I felt a real thrill at her words. It was her husky voice. It was her sexy words telling me what she would do for me. It was the sense of anticipation, the wait for especially aromatic panties. It was the thought that they would have been next to her body for so long. The body I desired so much. She let me put my arm around her this time. I hugged her as I started the video. The film was about a threesome. A mother, son and the mother's sister. As we had before I turned the sound off. They took a while to get started, but eventually all three were naked, except for nylons and spike heels on the women. Mom picked up the panties. She held them up to her own face and inhaled. She lowered them and looked as if she was considering the experience. She brought them back to her face again and her tongue tasted the gusset. Again that contemplative look. She gave me the panties then. Together we rubbed them over my lips and nose. My cock was already half hard and the panties made me instantly rock hard. I held my mom's hand, guiding her; showing her what I liked. As before I let her push the damp gusset between my lips to suck at her juices. This time my hand was guiding her when she pushed them past my lips. My cock was throbbing with lust. It wanted to burst through the fabric of the panties I was wearing. The video was showing scenes of woman eating woman, mother eating son. Son eating aunt. Son fucking mother and combinations of all three of the participants. Mom was watching it all. Her hand softly felt my cock. "It's so big," she murmured. She pushed the panties off my waist. "Make yourself cum," she whispered. She was masturbating herself as I stroked my cock next to her. Tonight she had her hand inside her panties, rubbing her clit, pushing her fingers into her hot pussy. We came almost together. As she watched my cum surge from the head of my cock her own orgasm overtook her. We relaxed together and watched the rest of the video. I shut the TV off when it was done. Mom stayed snuggled up to me. "I thought the woman on woman parts were interesting," she said with her head on my shoulder. "My panties were interesting too." "Were women ever in your dreams, Mom?" "On a few occasions," She answered. "Most of my dreams were about you. But sometimes you were a woman." "Would you like to watch the last video?" I asked her. "Not now, maybe tomorrow. Let's play on the computer." We pulled another chair up so that two of us could sit together in front of the computer. Mom had a large size monitor and that helped. "I think I'll look for something we can sit together on tomorrow." She said. "I have a feeling we'll be doing this often." She started by doing a search for fetishes, then panties. She got a lot of porn sites and stories involving panties. Not what she was looking for. "That's about what I got last time I tried," she said. "Why don't you see what you can come up with?" "I'll try, Mom, but why don't you tell me what you're looking for." "I'm not really sure, Gene, but I want facts, maybe real experiences; things like that. I just used panties for an example. I'd like to search for any of our fantasies." "Okay, Mom." I started searching again. I had a little more luck. We were starting to get some promising results when we decided to quit for the night. I told Mom I would work at it some more while she was shopping the next day. "Let's go to bed," she said. "Sleep with me tonight, in my bed. I liked the feel of you next to me." I took her hand and we went to her bedroom together. I was about half way to a hard state and her words caused my cock to harden the rest of the way. The light in the bedroom was dim, provided by a small lamp on her dresser. She went to her closet. I watched as she shed her robe and put on her nightgown, the same one as the night before. She looked lovely again. She wanted to talk while we laid together. "I want to make waiting for you easy, if I can, Gene. I want you to cum enough to keep you contented until I am ready. "Would you like to masturbate? We can both do it. I liked it when we came at the same time. That was exciting. My climax was more intense too." "We could do it to each other," I suggested. Mom seemed to give my idea careful consideration. "I think it's too soon for that. But maybe we should remember it for later. "Please bear with me, Gene. I promise you that I will do everything I can to make your fantasies come true, and mine too. We can start preparing next week." Mom's words made me realize that she really was looking forward to a relationship with me, and that she was working toward something. Jerking off for another week, after I'd been doing it for years, really didn't seem like that much of an imposition. I showed my agreement by hugging her. Mom pushed my panties down to free my cock. She arranged them as I liked, with the elastic under my scrotum and my balls resting on the silky material. Her hand caressed my cock lightly, just for a moment or two. But it was enough to send the blood pounding through it. I stroked my cock slowly, sensuously. I wanted to feel Mom making herself cum as she laid next to me, our bodies touching. Her hand was inside her panties, her fingers working at her pussy. When I heard her soft gasps begin I stroked faster bring myself to a climax just as the quivers began to invade her body. She watched my cum erupted from my cock. Her body shuddered, then tensed, her back arched as a prolonged orgasm took control. She rolled half toward me and laid her face on my bare chest as her orgasm peaked and began to subside. She laid quiet. Her hand still at her pussy, but idle now. It was several minutes before she stirred. She kissed me hard then, lying half on top of me. "I've never cum that hard," she said. We slept after that. I woke up later than usual. Mom was already up. I used her bathroom to pee then went to the hall bath, the one I usually used, to brush my teeth. I found my robe on the floor next to Mom's bed. I put it on and went downstairs to find Mom in the kitchen with her coffee. She stood when I arrived, to give me a long kiss. One that said I love you, I desire you, I will have you soon. She was still wearing her nightgown, she still looked lovely. She got coffee for me before she sat down again. We sat in silence until I had finished my first cup. "I feel so good this morning," Mom said with a smile. "Every day is better with you." "Thank you, Mom. They're pretty good for me too." "I'll be gone most of the morning," she said. "I have a lot shopping to do. Most of it for both of us." She smiled. "I'll probably have lunch in town. And be back sometime in the afternoon." "Okay, Mom," I said. "I'll do the laundry and a little housecleaning. I want to get back to our computer search too. It will be easier if I use your computer." "Please take special care with our new lingerie when you're doing the wash," she said, smiling again at the "our lingerie" comment. I felt a little thrill run up my back when she said it. Mom went to dress for shopping. She gave herself a partial sponge bath. Leaving her panties on. Mom came back downstairs as I was getting breakfast ready for us. She looked good. Like a matronly, slightly plump housewife. As we were having breakfast I asked if she could tell me more about what to look for on the internet. "I think, maybe, if you look for anything about your own fantasies that will help us get started. Maybe things like incest too." We had some success with that the night before. I was planning to see if I could find more. "Or, mother and son love might work. "I think once we learn it will become easier. At least I hope so." She left shortly after that. I gathered up the laundry and stripped the beds. Mom had already put 'our lingerie' in the hamper. I washed them first. I took my panties off and threw them in too. I got the first load started and went upstairs to put some clothes on. I dithered for a few minutes trying to decide between panties or boxers. I finally settled on boxers because Mom hadn't picked any panties out for me. Once dressed I got started with a little house cleaning, mostly the kitchen and baths. I didn't mind helping out Mom. She worked, and appreciated the help. I was caught up after a couple of hours and sat down at Mom's computer. I thought about looking at Mom's history, and her email, but decided I didn't want to be sneaky with her. A couple of weeks before I would have. But our relationship had changed. I became quite engrossed in my search. I was making good progress, but no real results except for some studies about incest. But I couldn't be sure which ones were legitimate. I had to break several times to take care of the laundry. But eventually I got it all done. I had fun folding the lingerie and putting it away. All kinds of salacious thoughts ran through my mind while I was doing it. I fixed myself a sandwich for lunch. Mom called. "I forgot to tell you, Honey, please don't shower before I get home." "Ok, Mom. Do you have something in mind?" "Yes, but probably not what you're hoping." She laughed. "I think you'll like it though." "Okay, Mom." We ended the conversation with both saying "Love you," together. I made the beds after lunch then went back to the computer. I was really engrossed in my research and the afternoon was half gone when Mom came in from the garage. I hadn't even heard the garage door open. I helped her carry her packages in from the car. Some were groceries, but just as many she had me take to her room. We sat down for a glass of iced tea when we were done. She told me that a double seat for the computer would be delivered Monday afternoon, after three o'clock. I would be home by then. "Be sure you have pants on when they come," she laughed, she was laughing a lot since yesterday. It made me feel good to hear her. After we finished our tea I showed her what I had found, so far, on the internet. I had gotten started on a search for my fantasies, but was just starting to make progress. I hadn't found any real meat yet. She read the articles I had marked about adult incest. It was only after I had inserted the word adult that I started to get results. I had found some interesting articles about research that had been done. Mom read the articles with interest. When she was done she said, "It would appear that adult incest is more common than most people think." "Yes," I agreed. "But I don't think that's what we were looking for, is it?" "No, I am really hoping for true stories from people like us. Not necessarily the same fantasies and fetishes, but people who lived their dreams, that made their illusions come true." "I think I'm getting closer, Mom. We'll keep trying." It was late afternoon when we finished with the computer. "Now," Mom said. "I want to do something for you. Are you ready for a shower? Or, would you rather wait for after dinner?" "Which would you prefer, Mom?" "Let's do it now, I want to have dinner with you in your panties and robe." "Are you going to join me?" I asked hopefully. "I think that would be nice, but I don't want to go too far yet." "Ok, Mom, We only wash each other." She smiled. "Let's go pick out our undies for tonight." We went to her bedroom, she picked out red outfits for us both. Bra and panties for her, panties for me. "These will go well with our robes," she said. We were using the bathroom off her bedroom. It had a large walk-in shower. "I'll put these in the bedroom," she said holding up her soiled panties. She ran out to the bedroom and was back in moments. I had the water going by then. It was the first time I had ever seen my mother completely naked. She looked to my, admittedly biased, eye; beautiful. Beautiful and comfortable. Her smoothly rounded shoulders. Her plump tits, just starting to sag a little. Her sensuous mons. Her enchanting bush, full and mature; a dark triangle of hair that reached toward her navel. Untrimmed and wild, gorgeous. Her legs, rounded and smooth like the rest of her. Her full ass a little wide but attractive to me. Even the beginning of a roll at her belly added to her charm. I wanted to fall on my knees before her and bury my face in her aroused pussy. But I had promised her I wouldn't. I could sense the muskiness of her desire and see the glisten of droplets of her juices. They glimmered in her pubic hair where it framed her swollen labia. In the shower we soaped each other. We rinsed. I washed her tits and pussy. She washed my cock. We turned the water off and she told me, "I want to shave your legs." I was a little surprised but agreed. I had told her when we agreed to become lovers that I would do what she requested, even if I found it strange or distasteful. She told me to sit on a small stool in She got her razor and a can of shaving gel. After lathering my legs she began, carefully, to shave me. It took a lot longer than it would for her to shave her own. She said she was facing the wrong way. But she did finish and we went back in the shower to rinse off. "I was going to do that next week," Mom said. "But I decided I didn't want to wait." We dried each other again. She handed me my panties and put her own on along with her bra. She led me to the bedroom then to a comfortable chair. She produced a pair of nylons from a table drawer next to the chair and told me to hold my leg out. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 02 One of the pair of hose was already rolled down ready to put it on. Mom knelt and slipped it over my foot, checking the fit and smoothing it as she did. She pulled it up over my ankle, my calves; smoothing the stocking as she did. Over my knee and thigh. To finish just short of my panties. She ran her hands over at again. I felt fantastic. The feel of the hose on my newly shaved legs was an incredibly agreeable sensation. Mom looked up at me to see my reaction. I ran my hand down my thigh. Caressing myself. I found myself doing that often. "They feel wonderful," I said. "A really great sensation." With a smile she picked up the other stocking. She showed me how to put them on. With both legs sheathed in the nylons, my cock was hard and tenting my panties. Mom's head darted forward to give it a quick kiss through the silk of the panties. She pulled back before I could grab her. She put nylons on herself. I watched. I have always thought a woman drawing stockings up her legs is an extremely erotic sight. But I had only seen it in videos. This was the first time I watched it live. She got two garter belts from one of her drawers. She put one around my waist. She had to extend it but it fit. She showed me how to attach the tabs to the stockings then put one on herself. "We'll have to get some to match our lingerie, but these are ok for now." Mine was white, hers black. "Let's have some dinner before we get too involved," she said. I had made a salad at lunch time and chopped up chicken and ham in it. It made a good dinner for us. Our meal finished Mom suggested a glass of wine. I got the bottle and poured for both of us. "How do the nylons feel now that you've been wearing them for a while?" She asked. "Wonderful, fine, what a marvelous sensation." "Now you see why women like them." She said. "By the way, you look very sexy with them. "What would we like to do this evening?" She asked. "There's one video we haven't watched. Would you like to see that?" "Let's do that," she said. We refilled our wine glasses and took them to the couch. Mom ran upstairs to get the panties she'd taken off to shower. I put the dvd in the player. It was a lesbian film. I wondered if Mom would like it. The reason I kept it was that both the women were slightly chubby and resembled Mom. One of them very closely. Mom came back downstairs, she seemed to be looking forward to something. She sat close to me on the couch. "You may not like this video, Mom," I told her. "It's about two lesbians." "I know," she said. "I looked. Before you start it tell me why you like it." "Mom, many men, maybe most, are very turned on by the sight of two women making love. That and the fact that one of the women resembles you were reasons enough to keep it." "Okay," she said. "Go ahead and play it." I started the video and put my arm around Mom. She snuggled up close and brought the used panties to my face. My hand covered hers and I inhaled the ambrosia. It was the best yet. She had worn them all night and the next day. She had cum in them at least twice. Her still wet juices were soaked into the fabric. Her cum, her sweat, her piss. A breathtaking, heady sensation. Our hands together pushed the saturated gusset between my lips, into my eager mouth. To suck it, to taste it to breathe the aromatic perfumes of her body. It was fantastic, an overwhelming experience. My cock, already hard, was pulsating with lust. Mom whispered next to my ear, "Do it now, cum for me." Her hands were pushing at the elastic of my panties, I lifted my ass to help. She lifted my scrotum and brought the elastic back under it. She did it perfectly, as if I had done it myself. Her hand was on mine as I stroked my burning hardness. She had never done that before, it added to an already thrilling moment. I couldn't hold back. My cum exploded from me after only a few strokes. My slick creamy cum poured from me and over our hands, my mother's and mine. Mom took her hand from my cock. She didn't wipe it off. She covered my hand that held the panties to my face. Together we wiped it over my cheeks, my neck, anointing my skin with her nectars. The scent of my cum on her hand only added to the exquisite sensation. On the screen the two women were just shedding their clothes. The one that most resembled Mom lay on a couch, one nylon clad leg over the back the other on the floor. Her clean shaven pussy exposed and inviting. The other lady was between her legs ready to lick and suck her cunt. Mom seemed interested as we spread the juices of her panties over my face. I was hard again quickly. The bouquet of the panties and the sight of two women making love soon had my cock throbbing again. Mom saw that I was ready again. She left the panties on my face to me and pushed her own panties down. She slid them down her legs and off. She put one foot on the couch the other on the floor mimicking the woman on the screen. "Cum for me again," she whispered as she snuggled back up to me. As I stroked my cock I was watching my mother next to me. Her hands were playing over her pussy. Rubbing her clit and pushing deep inside her tunnel. She was watching the women on the screen eat each other's cunts. I saw her lick her lips at a particularly juicy scene. I heard her soft gasps long before I was ready to cum. I felt her body's quivers become shudders, her gasps become soft cries of ecstasy. As she passed the peak of her pleasure I spoke softly to her. "Don't stop, cum for me, cum again and again." We sat as close as we could get, masturbating, but really wanting to be making love with each other. It took me a while before I felt the rising tide of an impending orgasm. Mom had cum at least twice more. She was on the verge of a third cumming. The growing thrills raced to my cock. Exploding from it in an eruption of slick cum. Mom, next to me was crying out with orgasmic joy as waves of pleasure tore through her body. We sat, together, replete as the video played out. It ended with the two women eating each other in a sixty-nine position. Neither of us said anything while we recouped. Mom recovered sooner than I did. "That was an interesting video," she said. "But I was more interested in watching you with my soiled panties and cumming like you did." "The panties were exceptional, I've never experienced anything like them. Thank you for going to the effort to prepare them for me." "I kind of enjoyed doing it." Mom said. We cuddled on the couch, talking about many things. I asked Mom if she had any more new things in mind for me. "Since you like the nylons so much, yes, I think so. I was going to wait until next week with that step too, but maybe we can start with it tomorrow." "Are you going to tell me what it is?" "No, I'll show you tomorrow." She replied. Mom moved on then. "I'm wondering," she said. "About that video. Would you like to watch me make lo love to another woman?" "Not just to entertain me," I replied. "If you wanted to make love to another woman that would be your decision." "Thank you, Gene. If I ever meet a woman I want to make love with I won't be afraid to do it. Right now it's you I want." "Did you like the video?" I asked She laughed. "Yes, but I was putting you in the place of one of the women." I laughed, too. "Mom, you have no idea how much I want to smell and taste the real thing instead of your panties." "I think I do," Mom said playfully. "You will be my first that way, and I can hardly wait." "You don't have to, you know. Wait I mean." I responded. "I know, Gene, but I want our first time to be special. I think it will be special for you too." We went to bed soon after. Relaxed and pleasantly tired we fell asleep quickly. There didn't seem to be any question about me sleeping in Mom's bed. After only one night it seemed natural. I woke before Mom. I was still in my panties and nylons. The stockings still felt nice. I found my new bathrobe and went downstairs to start the coffee. I sat at the table with my first cup reflecting on the last few days. As I thought my hand rubbed my nylon sheathed thigh, enjoying the feel both on my hand and the skin of my leg. I had a sense of building excitement. I still didn't know what Mom planned, but some of it was becoming a little clearer. Everything so far was an adventure to me. It may seem that Mom was feminizing me, but everything she did only made my cock harder and my desire for her stronger. I was anxious to see the next stages. Mom appeared when I was just finishing my first cup. I set coffee in front of her. She didn't say anything until she'd had several sips. "Last night was nice," she said then. "They get better and better, don't they?" "They sure do, Mom." "I'm hoping we don't get so hot and horny that we jump the gun." "We can cool things off a little if you want to," I offered. But I think my voice showed my reluctance to do that. "Let's not, but let's not get any hotter just yet." Mom answered. We finished our coffee and Mom said "Let's get a shower and have breakfast." We showered together again, much like the day before. Mom picked out light blue bra and panties. She thought for a minute then asked, "Would you like me to wear last night's panties all day?" "That would be nice, Mom." My thoughts were on the times she had cum the night before, and the sweat and juices that would saturate them throughout the day. We put our panties on and Mom knelt to help me on with new nylons. She put my garter belt on me and attached the tops of the stockings. She led me to the chair then and put women's sling back shoes on my feet. The heels were two inches but blocky. "You can learn to walk in these," she said. "In a couple of days we'll switch to narrow heels, but not too high. I looked at the shoes. They were nice, feminine, and seemed to fit. I wondered how Mom had managed to find such womanly shoes to fit my feet. "Let's see how you look in a bra," Mom said. "I bought some the other day that we can try on." "Okay, Mom, we've gone this far. I have no problem going further." She had bought a several different sizes. She tried them on me until she found one that fit. I was just fleshy enough in the pectoral area that the bra had something to support. She pushed the fleshy pads, that on women would be tits, up and closer together. That made them seem bigger and more like breasts. She had foam padding for the cup and when she finished it looked like I had a nice set of 'B' sized tits. "We'll have to see if we can find any bras made for men. Maybe a site catering to cross dressers." Mom said. "Why don't you look when you get a chance? In the meantime this one looks quite nice." The bra matched the color of my panties. I thought it was appealing with some subtle lace trim. Mom stepped back and looked at me. "You look nice, Honey." She stepped up to me, put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down for a long romantic kiss. She was on her tiptoes because of the heels I was wearing. "I'll stop after work tomorrow and get more garter belts. After breakfast we need you to walk around for a while, to get used to heels and see if the shoes fit. If they don't I can get different sizes." She held my arm as we went downstairs. I was clumsy at first, but it got easier quickly. We didn't eat a big breakfast. Just some toast and bacon. After we had eaten I started walking around the living room and up and down stairs a couple of times. It was during one of my laps around the living room that a thought hit me. I turned on Mom's computer and started checking incest again. It took about an hour, but at the end of that time I had found three organizations for people in incestuous relationships. I thought there were probably more, but these were a start. I told Mom about them and she sat next to me to look too. We decided that one of them was only for families, so we eliminated that one. "We need to find out more about them," Mom said. "I'll check more today, and I can look some more next week." I told her. "It might be just what we're looking for." I practiced walking in the heels interspersed with looking at the incest organization sites I had found. Mom was searching through the site too. By dinner time my walk was quite confident and I was even adding a little sway to my butt. And we had a good feel for the incest organizations. We were both excited at dinner. It had been a good day. We discussed the organizations and decided to join one. We picked the one with higher dues and initiation fee to try first. It had the larger membership. We could always join the other one later. There was a brief application on their site with a disclaimer that it was only a preliminary step. That more information would be required before final membership was approved. We paid the application fee with a bank card. Mom changed the subject. "Do you enjoy the dressing up we've been doing, Gene? You seemed to be having fun with the shoes." "It's strange, Mom, I really enjoy the femininity of the panties and the nylons. The bra too. At the same time I don't feel I have lost any of my masculinity." "I'm wondering how far you want to go with it," Mom told me. "As far as you want to go, Mom." "Really?" Mom said, she sounded happy. "Even makeup?" "If that's what you want, Mom." "Gene, I want you to be a man. But a man dressed up in girl's clothes. Am I making sense?" "I think so, Mom. So I'll leave it up to you." Mom looked at me with a smile. "Thank you. This is only one of my fantasies, you know." I laughed. "That's okay. Just don't take so much time for the next one." She laughed too and reached for my hand. "I'll need to go shopping again. I'll be home late tomorrow, so why don't you go ahead and shower and change after the delivery men leave." "Okay, Mom." "Let's see if we can make your face pretty," she said. "Come upstairs." She told me to sit at her vanity, but after feeling my beard stubble she had me shave before we started. I shaved as close as possible and then went over my face again. Back at the vanity she felt my face and trimmed my eyebrows. "We don't want to do anything that will make you look girly when you don't want to," she said. "Like at school." Mom went to work. She plucked stray eyebrows, trimmed my hair a little. She worked on my eyes. "You have beautiful eyes," she said. "Most women would die for your lashes." She went to her closet for a wig she wore on occasion. She worked with it to satisfy herself. The hair fell to shoulder level. It was a light brown to match Mom's natural hair color. She finished with a light touch of lipstick. "There," she said. "What do you think?" I looked at myself in the mirror. There was a surprising transformation. I didn't think I would ever be able to do it myself, but I didn't think I would ever want to. I enjoyed Mom doing it too much. She worked on my nails next. Cutting and trimming them. "We'll use nail polish for the weekend. It would take too much effort to take it off if we used it now. We'll have to make sure you look like you for school tomorrow." She said. "I thought of something while I was working on you," Mom said. Do you have any tests, or anything, Friday? Can you take a day off? If you can, I'll take off too. We can have a long weekend to ourselves." "No tests, that I know of, Mom. I'll have to check if there's anything else. But I think it should be ok." "Good. I'll tell them at work I won't be in." She looked at me again. "I think I'll call you Gina," she said. "Would you mind?" "Not as long as it's in private, Mom." "We're in our secret world here," she said. "Only you and I know about it. You'll only be Gina in that world. When we go back you'll be Gene again. "I'll be Eloise," She continued. "I always wished I'd been named that instead of Ethel. But call me Mom while we're playing around. It gives me a deliciously decadent feeling." We had to take the wig off at bedtime, but Eloise said she would stop at a wig store to get something to hold it. I took my robe off and climbed into bed. Eloise slid her panties off, the ones she had been wearing for me. She had to unhook her hosiery, and reconnect it to the garter belt. She took her bra off too letting her plump tits free. She was Mom again now, as she laid down on the bed with me. We kissed, softly at first but when her tongue pushed between my lips it got hotter. Mom was giving me short hot kisses, then pulling away for a moment. The next one harder and hotter. She was arousing herself with only a little help from me, besides my presence. She urged my head to her breasts to suck and nibble as she held me. My hand cupped the softness of her sweet tit as I suckled. My hand slid toward her pussy, but she stopped me. "Not yet, Gina. But soon, I promise." She pushed me onto my back and used the panties she had been wearing to rub on my face and lips. To hold at my nose so I could inhale her erotic scents. Her cum and juices and sweat and a trace of piss. Delightful, breathtaking. She brought her face to mine for a kiss and rubbed the panties over both of us together. The soggy gusset anointing both our faces. She pulled my panties down, she knew how I wanted them. Her hand covered mine as I grasped my hard cock. She let her hand move with mine for a few strokes before she took it away to her pussy to rub her clit and push her fingers deep into herself. She was cumming long before me, I caressed my cock slowly. I was hoping my mother would cum for me numerous times before I shot my cum. Her head lay on my chest as she played with her hot cunt. Bringing herself to another orgasm and yet another. The feel of her cumming drove me to stroke myself until I felt my cum racing through my cock to erupt in a creamy white fountain. Mom brought herself to one more orgasm before her hand dropped from her pussy. She held me then, tightly. "I can't wait much longer, Gina. I'm glad it will be soon." I didn't say anything. Jerking off was helping me some. I thought masturbating was helping her get through the waiting too. We woke up together in the morning, to the alarm. Time to start a new week. We had our coffee then showered together. Eloise made sure there were no signs of makeup on my face. I dressed in boxers and jeans. Eloise in her business suit. We ate a light breakfast, kissed each other and left at the same time. School went well, but I did have a problem concentrating. I kept thinking what a fabulous weekend we had experienced. I thought too about what Mom still had in mind for me. My last class was out at two, I headed straight home. While waiting for the delivery I checked some more on the incest sites. Our application was acknowledged. We could expect to hear more within a day, or two. I looked for bras for men next. I found several sites that specialized in clothing for cross dressers. I looked through one of the catalogs. They had a very wide range of items, but I was only interested in bras at the moment. I found several that I liked, I seemed to be partial to lace. But what size to get? That was my next problem. I found an article on how to measure for size. I marked the bras I liked and the article and decided to let Eloise help me. The seat delivery came close to three o'clock. I signed off the sites I was on before I answered the door. The seat was just what we needed. We would be able to sit comfortably together and both be able to see the monitor. It would work fine for one person too. As soon as the delivery people had left I was up the stairs to shower and change. After a shower I shaved carefully and as close as possible. I drew my panties on next, Eloise had laid them out before she left in the morning. The garter belt and nylons were next. I managed the hosiery without too much trouble. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 02 I put the bra on and the silk robe. My bra felt nice. Looking at the website for them had made me appreciate the sensual feel and the sexiness of them. My high heeled shoes were last. Everything felt nice, spicy. I got on the computer then, the one in my bedroom and started studying for one of my courses. I had gotten behind with all the excitement in my life and had resolved to do some work every day. Fortunately I was able to study between classes, so although I was behind it could have been worse. About six o'clock I took a break and fixed some dinner for us. I put it in the refrigerator until Mom got home. She didn't get home until seven thirty, very tired with a car full of packages. I helped her unload once the garage door was closed. I carried everything into the living room and piled the bags on the couch. I helped Mom off with her suit jacket and gave her a seat at the kitchen table. I offered her tea or a drink. "Tea," she said. "Maybe a drink later." Mom recovered a bit after a couple of cups of tea. "There are some things I want you to try on tonight," she said. "We'll do it after dinner." I served us both with the chicken salad I had prepared. Mom thought it was good. After dinner we carried the packages to the bedroom. Before she did anything else she took her skirt and blouse off. She hung the skirt up and threw the blouse in the general direction of the bathroom. I assumed she meant it to go in the hamper. She seemed to perk up even more as soon as she was down to bra and panties. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a long kiss. She was Eloise again. She told me to take my robe off. I dropped it on the bed and she looked me over. She nodded in satisfaction. Then took my bra off. "I like the bra, but I bought you something else you may like too." She handed me a silk garment that looked like the top part of a slip. "It's called a camisole," she told me. "Let's see if you like it." It looked like she had found one that was made for a titless girl, or one with very small breasts. I slid it over my head. Mom adjusted the spaghetti straps on my shoulders. The bottom was near my lowest ribs. I liked it. I thought it very feminine, very sexy; and the touch of the silk fabric was fabulous. With the camisole on it didn't seem to matter that I didn't have breasts. But I liked the bra just as much. I would be able to wear either, according to my mood, or maybe Eloise's. "I got you two," Eloise said. "The other one is satin. Let's try it on too." She showed me another, similar garment. This one satin. It didn't have any lace trim, but did have colorful embroidery across the bosom. The satin fabric was a joy too. Eloise put the silk one back on me and stood back for a look. "I like it," she said. "It will give you a little variety." Back to the bedroom she had a pair of shoes for me to try on. They had narrow heels, a little higher than the ones I had been wearing, and straps that crisscrossed to above my ankles. "These are for later," she said. "I just want to make sure they fit." She got another pair from the closet. They were sling backs, black, similar to the ones I had been wearing except the heels were narrow. Eloise knelt and put them on me. "Wear these now. Be careful until you get used to them." We put some more of her purchases away in the closet. There were several skirts and blouses that we hung up. A couple of baby dolls, nightgowns and negligees. More panties and garter belts too, and bras for her; they went in the dresser. She had bought sets of bra, two panties and two garter belts. That way we could wear matching lingerie. It was getting late, we were tired. "Let's go downstairs and have a drink before we go to bed," she said. Eloise sat on the couch while I went to the kitchen to make a couple of drinks. We sat together sipping our drinks and relaxing. "I'm very tired," Eloise said. "I don't know if I can do anything tonight." "That's okay, Eloise, I can take care of myself." "I'll change panties so you can have these." "You know," I told her. "Your panties don't have to be off for me to enjoy them. They would be even more exciting on your body." "Even as tired as I am that sounds awesome," Eloise said. "But why not wait until tomorrow when I can enjoy it more." "Okay, Mom. The more you like something the more it gives me pleasure." We finished our drinks and went to the bedroom. Eloise changed her panties and handed the soiled ones to me. She hugged me and lifted her face for a kiss. "I love you, Gina darling." She said. "And I love you, Eloise." In bed Mom snuggled up to me and pushed my panties down for me as I held her panties to my face. She fell asleep as I stroked myself slowly enjoying the feel of her body close to mine. I inhaled her essences, her nectar; instilled in the panties she had taken off. My cum flowed from me, from my electrified cock, onto the skin of my belly and the camisole I still wore. It was time for me to sleep then. As I snuggled up to Eloise, my mother, I thought about how much I loved her. How much I wanted to please her. The alarm woke us. Over coffee I noticed that Eloise looked much refreshed. We showered together and dressed in our day clothes. Mom suggested that I should get a haircut so we could work with the wig. Both of us were off to work, or school. Tuesdays I had no classes in the afternoon. I was usually home by one o'clock. I got my haircut and still got home a few minutes after one. I gathered up the laundry to wash. As soon as I got a load started I went to the bedroom to change. Once again Mom had selected our lingerie for the day. She had laid it out on her dresser for us. It was the ivory color today. It would go well with the satin camisole. I showered and shaved, closely, I was getting better at it. I was excited as I dressed in my lingerie. I was getting better at putting my nylons on too. I put my new shoes on so I could practice walking in them. As I went downstairs to check the laundry I worked on putting a sway in my ass when I walked. I had to do some studying so I went to my old bedroom to work on the computer. I was soon deep in the subject. I had to take breaks to put laundry in the dryer, fold it and things like that. Before I forgot I called Mom's cell phone. I had to leave a message. She was probably busy at work. I asked her to pick up some carry out on her way home. Between studies and laundry I used up most of the afternoon. I was putting our lingerie away when I heard Mom come home. I called down to her that I was upstairs. Mom came upstairs to the bedroom still in her work clothes. After a deep kiss I helped her off with her jacket, skirt and blouse. She was Eloise once she was out of her work clothes. Eloise put on her silk robe and we went back downstairs. I asked her if she would like a drink. She opted for tea, "Let's see what's on the computer," she said. "And try out our new seat." I made us both a cup of tea and brought them to the computer desk. Eloise watched me walk toward her and smiled. "You're getting quite good at walking," she said with a smile. "I like that sexy sway, but it's too pronounced. Try to make it a little more subtle." She had already brought up her email. We had a message from the incest site. They told us that our application was considered acceptable for further processing. There was a link to a questionnaire on their site, and a case number to use on all correspondence. We looked at the questionnaire and decided to leave it until later. I was very aware of Eloise's body next to mine. The new seat was both comfortable and intimate. I put my hand on her nylon sheathed thigh and rubbed lightly. She put her hand over mine and led me to her pussy. She rubbed it over her panty gusset; it was soaked with her juices. In a husky voice she said, "Feel how wet I am. You do that to me." She took my hand away, though. "We better wait until later for play," she said. I told Eloise about the bras I had found and brought up the site for her. She read the article about measurements. "I like your selections," she said. "Let's get you measured and order some." Eloise got a tape measure she kept in a kitchen drawer. I was between an AA and A cup, but closer to A. "We'll get the A, for now," Eloise said. "That's the size of the ones I bought for you. But get one double A too, in case we're off." We picked out four and put the order in. They would be here in three days. In time for the weekend. We finished our tea. Eloise said she wanted to work with the wig. She approved of my new haircut. It was shorter than normal. She decided to try tape to hold the wig in place. With my shorter hair it might work. It made my hairline in front a trifle lower, but it worked okay. I liked the look too. "I think we'll need to have a wig made for you." Eloise said. "Maybe two, for variety. A professional can help us with securing it too. It will have to be by someone who is very discreet." Eloise did my makeup next. I watched in the mirror as my face was transformed. It was giving me a hard-on watching. She used a little eye makeup at the corners of my eyelids to make them seem a little longer. She used a little rouge this time too, but very lightly. "Let's see if we can find a depilatory that's safe for your face. Why don't you check at the drugstore tomorrow? If they don't have any we'll try the net." Next she put my hands on the vanity. She worked on them a little. "I couldn't find fake nails that were what I had in mind. We can use polish for the weekend and remove it before you go back to school." When she was finished Eloise stood me in front of the full length mirror. I looked sexy, I felt sexy. I looked like a woman I would look at twice if I met her on the street. Except for the hard cock tenting my panties. She looked at the bulge in my panties and laughed happily. "I get hot making you up. I'm even wetter than I was. I think we'll both like that." She had me walk around the room a few times and gave me a few tips. I could feel the difference in my walk. It even felt sexier. "Let's go have dinner, Gina." She told me. "Don't put your robe on. You're beautiful as you are." Mom had picked up lasagna and salad from a very good Italian restaurant. It was delicious. We talked over the meal, Eloise asked me if we should get more camisoles for me to wear. "Yes," I told her. "They make me feel sexy." "Later we'll look at some of the other things I got for you." She told me. "Some nightgowns and baby dolls. I think you'll like them." "I'm sure I will, Eloise. Your choices have been fine so far." "Thank you, Gina. I'm glad to hear it. I try to avoid things with too many frills. I don't think things like that would suit you." "I don't think so either, Eloise. I like simple, like the nice clean design of this camisole, with only embroidery for decoration. Yet it's very feminine. I seem to like lace too, and mesh fabrics." We decided to have a glass of wine. Eloise poured and we took our glasses to the couch. We sipped our wine and told each other of our love. Our wine finished Eloise was rubbing her hand on my thigh. "Remember what you said last night?" She said in a sultry voice. "About how I can enjoy your panties while you're still wearing them?" I was teasing a little. "Yes, that's what you said." Her knees parted in an obvious invitation. I slid off the couch to kneel between her legs to gaze at her panties. They were dark with the wet juices seeping through the fabric. Musky, her scent of lust. My tongue flicked out to taste of her juices, my lips parted to suck the fabric into my mouth to lick and suck at her essences. I rubbed my face over pantie covered vagina. I pressed my nose into her slit, inhaling her bouquet. I rubbed my cheeks on her nylon clad thighs, I licked and kissed the skin between the top of her nylons and her panties. I delighted in the strands of pubic hair escaping around the pantie legs. My cock was in my hand, hard. Hard almost to bursting, my pulse pounded through him, wild lust invaded my mind. Only the force of will kept me from ripping her panties from her. Eloise's hands on my head caressing, loving. Her legs, over my shoulders. Her high heels drumming on my back. I felt my cum surging from my balls. I leaned back flung my arms up to thrust Eloise's legs from my shoulders and rose to my feet as my cum exploded from my cock to pour onto the bare skin of her belly. She was in the midst of an orgasm and her hand flew to her pussy, to take my place, to prolong the orgasmic pleasure. She slid sideways to lie on the couch. She turned half onto her back and held her arms up to me. I laid with her, in her arms. She was excited. Telling me that it was the closest she had ever come to oral sex. How she dreamed of it. How she longed for the day that I would eat her bare cunt. How much she wanted to suck my cock, to feel my warm cum on her tongue. We laid together like that. Eloise rubbed her belly against mine smearing the creamy cum on both our bellies. "I love you, Mom," I told her. "I love you, Gina." She sat up and asked if I'd like another glass of wine. I thought I would and she went to the kitchen to refill our glasses. When she came back she suggested that we take our wine upstairs to look at the sleepwear she had bought for me. In the bedroom she showed me a couple of baby dolls that I could wear with panties, with or without nylons. There was an ivory, satin nightgown similar to hers, but mine was shorter. It only went to mid-thigh. She showed me two very sheer nightgowns. The length about to mid-calf. They were both very light in color. One a very pale blue; the other a very light cream color. Eloise licked her lips when she showed them to me. "I thought you should wear these with no panties, or anything else under them. The fabric is so sheer that your cock and the shadow of your pubic hair will show through." Last she showed me a negligee, very sheer like the nightgowns. "You can wear this any way you like, even nude. The picture in my mind when I bought it was you with nylons and garter belt under it." "Would you like me to wear one of them tonight?" I asked. "Maybe one of the baby dolls," she answered. "They're nice and sheer too. Your nipples will show through. "I thought that most of the sleep things would be for after our union was consummated. But if you want to wear something sooner that's alright." "I'd like to try one of the nightgowns," I said. "They are so feminine. I want to feel myself in one." "Okay, I'll help you with it. I'll put on something too." Eloise rummaged around in the closet and selected a pale blue nightgown that matched my blue one. It looked just as sheer as mine. She hung it on the door. Eloise helped me off with my camisole first. Then she asked me if I wanted the nylons on or off. "Which do you think looks better?" I asked. "Let's leave them on this time," she answered. She pushed my panties down so they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and she picked them up. She brought them to her face and inhaled deeply. "You're not the only one who likes those scents," she said. She got the blue nightgown and put it over my head. She adjusted the straps and smoothed the sides. Eloise removed her bra and panties. The panties she laid on my pillow. She put the nightgown on over her head and let it fall down her body. "Let's look at ourselves," she said and led me to the full length mirror. We looked good together. As she told me she had seen in her mind's eye the dark triangles of our pubic hair showed through the sheer fabric. Her pussy was just evident, peeking out from under its lush cap of hair; but my cock stood out beautifully, especially in its present half hard condition. "It's early still," Eloise said. "Let's go back downstairs. Maybe we can find some fun on the internet." We looked for incest stories. We found some on 'Literotica' that were hot, we played with each other through the fabric of our nightgowns as we read them. "Let's be careful, Gina," Eloise said. "It's only a couple of more days." I agreed reluctantly and we decided it was time for bed. We looked in the mirror again with our arms around each other. Then exchanged a deep kiss. "We look so hot together," Eloise said, her voice was husky. Her panties were on my pillow waiting for me. "Let's masturbate together." Eloise said, She rubbed the panties over my face and brought her face close to mine. Each of us had a hand on them and we both inhaled the scents and tasted the juices that saturated them. We lay on our backs and pulled our nightgowns up to our waists. My cock was hard and ready. I could sense the muskiness of Eloise's desire. She pulled me half on top of her to suck her tit through the material of her nightgown. Eloise was cumming before I was even close. It made me happy that she did. She had been cumming more often and harder all week, ever since we started to prepare for our union. When I came I rolled toward her to cum on her belly again. She felt what I was trying to do and let me get above her to erupt on her bare flesh as before. We kissed hard with me on top of her. Once again telling each other of our love. We slept, and morning came again. The alarm went off and we had to get up for another day. I had an early class so I would have to leave before Mom. We had our coffee and a shower, together, as we had become accustomed to. Mom making sure, again, that all traces of makeup were gone. She had to work a little to remove traces of the glue residue left from the wig tape. A quick breakfast and I was off to school. On my way home after my last class I stopped at a drugstore to buy some depilatory cream. I got home at least an hour before I expected Mom. There were a couple of packages by the door. I brought them inside. I hurried upstairs to change. My garter belt and nylons first, followed by my camisole. My high heels were next. I checked myself in the mirror before pulling on my panties. I looked hot. A very feminine look offset by my half hard cock. Nylons and garter belt only served to emphasize my manhood. I had to do a little homework before anything else. I worked until Mom came home. I went downstairs to greet her when I heard her come in. I helped her off with her suit jacket and asked her if she'd like a drink. "Maybe a little wine," she said. I poured wine for both of us. Mom looked at me with approval as I moved about the kitchen. "I'm all caught up at work," Mom said. "I can take off early tomorrow." "Wonderful, Mom, I can skip my four o'clock class if you want me to." She thought a moment. "Will it put you behind much?" "Nothing I can't catch up on," I told her. "Then I guess it would be okay." I told her about the packages first. "They're for later," she said. "I'll take them upstairs when I go." I showed her the depilatory cream. She put a little dab on the inside of my elbow to test for reaction. "Let's go ahead and use it this evening," she said. "I want to shave your legs too." "Ok, Mom." "I'll get these clothes off and then I thought we could fill out the questionnaire for the incest group." She was opening her blouse as she spoke. She stood and dropped her skirt to the floor. She threw both garments into the laundry room and held out her hand to me. At the computer we brought up the questionnaire. Most of the questions were fairly straightforward. The only problem we had was a question that asked if we'd had sex with each other. We fudged that one a little bit and put down yes. There was a lot of play between us as we worked on it. Eloise's pussy was a lot wetter and my cock a lot harder when we finished it up and submitted it. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 03 All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships. For background, I suggest you read chapters 1 & 2. Thursday I rushed home as soon as my two o'clock class was out. There had been a three hour break between the two classes I stayed for. I used it for study in the library, and for a quick lunch. I got home at thee-thirty. Mom was upstairs in the bedroom waiting for me. She was wearing a robe, already undressed, so she was Eloise. We kissed hungrily. I undressed quickly and we showered together. We kissed more, a lot more, as the water poured down on our naked bodies. We dried each other. I kissed her pussy, she kissed my cock; we laughed happily. Eloise dried and combed her hair. I waited for her. We put on our garter belts and nylons. I could feel waves of excitement surging through my body. Eloise seemed animated too. Panties next, followed by our bras. They were red today, a hot color. Eloise took a little extra care with mine, pushing the fleshy parts of my chest up and closer together. With a little padding I had a nice 'B' set of tits. Eloise put a tiny drop of an alluring perfume just below my navel. She put another dab behind each of her ears. Makeup was next. Eloise did my nails first. She applied the same polish she had used on her own. She told me not to move my hands until the polish had dried. I sat with them on the arms of my chair. I couldn't help admiring them. They looked so very feminine. "I'll have to do my toenails, too," I thought. Eloise applied her own makeup next. She used it expertly. When she was finished with her own she did mine. She took extra care. I watched the transformation take place in the vanity mirror. The wig was last. Eloise stood behind me as she put it on my head. She had applied a few extra tapes so it would stay secure through the weekend. She stood back to check her creation. In the mirror I saw a pretty girl sitting at her dressing table in her bra. I think Eloise saw the same. She hugged me from behind and kissed my neck. Our blouses and skirts were next. Then Eloise knelt and put my shoes on. They were the strappy ones we had tried on a couple of days before. "You should get used to these pretty quickly," Eloise told me. "You've had enough practice with the others." Eloise put her shoes on and we stood together in front of the full length mirror. We looked lovely. Two beautiful and sexy women. We looked good, we smelled good. I felt delighted and a little thrill ran through me. "Let's have dinner," Eloise said. "And talk a little." The dining room table was already set with Mom's good crystal and china. There were candles and a bottle of wine on the table. The drapes were pulled to block the outside daylight. Eloise lit the candles and dimmed the room lights. She poured wine then served our salad, followed by a delicious shrimp Alfredo over pasta. The portions she served were small. Neither of us wanted to overeat. We sat across from each other, our eyes meeting often across the candlelit table. It was a romantic scene. I could see it in my mind's eye. An attractive mature lady entertaining an appealing younger woman just entering adulthood. Both knowing that seduction and intimacy would follow. My cock was stiffening in my panties, even though I wanted my inner woman to be in control. I willed my dick to be a pussy, a pussy with an empty feel that needed filling. It worked, at least for a while. After dinner we both helped to clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. The intimacy continued with much touching and light brushes between our bodies. Eloise served us a small dessert of ice cream and a delightful mint sauce. She poured us each a tot of a pleasing liqueur. Dinner over we sat on the couch together. Our conversation covered a variety of topics. While talking we seemed to be drawing closer to each other until our thighs were touching. Eloise's hand on my thigh electrified me. I had to send messages to my dick commanding it to feel like an empty pussy, one anticipating an amorous interlude with the lovely woman whose arm was now around me, drawing me close for a soft kiss. I responded and clutched her to me. My restraint, that had kept me unruffled through dinner, evaporated. My mouth open, my tongue probing I returned her advances with lust. More kisses and groping of tits and thighs, then Eloise took my hand and we stood together. She led me upstairs. My body weak with desire and anticipation. "I wonder if she knows I'm a virgin?" I thought. In the bedroom she opened the buttons on my blouse, slowly, seductively. She opened it, but did not slide it off my shoulders, not yet. She fell to her knees in front of me and pushed my skirt up. I grasped the hem in one hand to hold it, with my other I caressed her soft hair. She rubbed her face on my nylon clad thighs, a sensuous action that signaled her desire. Her fingers pulled at the elastic of my panties. Pulling them down, over my hips. Over my rock hard cock to allow it to spring free. Spring free to release my maleness from the nether reaches of my consciousness. I had hidden him there. He came roaring out of his exile. He expelled my feminine self, my inner woman. And took over my body for himself, again. Eloise sensed it and smiled. She rubbed her face on my cock as she had my thighs. "It's so beautiful," I heard her say. "I want it so badly. To taste you, to suck you." "You can't," I said. "We must fuck first. That is as it must be." "But I want to suck you," she moaned. She annoyed me, didn't she understand. First I must have her, we must couple. Our mating would be a great pleasure in itself. Afterward we could indulge ourselves in other pleasures. She had told me so. She looked up at me, "You're so big, you'll hurt me." I had enough. I grasped her arm, pulled her to her feet and threw her on the bed, all in one fluid motion. I was strong, no longer the weak woman who had played seduction games with Eloise. I straddled her, ignoring her cries that I was too big, that I would hurt her. I tore her blouse open. I yanked her bra down freeing her breasts; ignoring her gasp of pain as I roughly pulled it off her tits. I threw her skirt up and grabbed her panties; I yanked them down, over her hips and off her legs. Her pussy was exposed hot and ready. I pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. She looked at me, her eyes big. She did not fight me. But she pleaded with me. Telling me she would make me happy by sucking me. She would, but later. As I would make her happy by eating her, but later. I was too big she repeated, I would hurt her. I didn't care. I must do as she herself had told me she had foreseen. Our skirts bunched around our waists, I pushed my hard cock to her slit. I let it slide up and down its length a few times. I rubbed it on her clit. I felt the slick juices lubricating her cunt, coating my cock to ease my way. I pushed myself into her. As the tip of my cock found the tunnel to her womb she murmured, "Fill me. Make me yours." My cock stretched the walls of her pussy. I pushed into her an inch at a time. Her expression was a grimace of pain. I remembered her dream, her wishes and pushed further into her. She held me the whole time. Her arms around my neck. As tears of pain flowed from her eyes she hugged me. "Oh, Gene," I heard. "Fuck your mother." Her words gave me the impetus to push yet further into her, until I had given her all of my cock. I was still for a moment, or two. Then began to fuck her. I pumped my cock, slowly, at first. Then when she seemed to loosen a bit with a little longer strokes. "Fuck me, Mom," I spoke softly into her ear. She overcame the pain to meet my rhythm. Thrust for thrust our flesh met in that ancient tempo, as old as mankind. She came for me. A gasp, a quivering in her body. A thrust of her hips into me. "Fuck me," she cried again. Stronger this time. "Fuck your mother Gene." "Talk to me, Mom." I cried. "Gene, it's so good." She lifted her tit to my mouth, she covered my face with wet mindless kisses. Our lips mashed and out tongues danced in more wet sloppy kisses. She came again for me, once again defeating the pain. Her legs looped over mine clasping me as her body reacted to the excitement of incestuous love. The thrill of fucking my mother brought me to my own climax. With a wild cry my cock exploded. My cum poured into my mother's cunt. And again, and again, until I was drained. I lay above her, trying to keep my weight off her kissing her. She returned my kisses and held me tight, as if my weight didn't bother her. I softened and rolled off her, my arms held her and hers didn't relax their hold on me. "I'm so happy," She murmured. "It was just like my dreams." We fell asleep. Still in our skirts, nylons and heels. Open blouses too, although I had ripped Eloise's open. When I woke, about an hour later, she was still asleep next to me. Mom needed rest, I thought. I hoped the pain in her pussy would recede soon. I caressed her and kissed her lips softly. She responded to the kiss although she seemed to be still asleep. I dozed off again, to wake several times during the night. Mom was asleep every time until I woke when it was just starting to get light outside. Her eyes were open then, she was looking at me. When she saw my eyes open she smiled. "I love you, Gene," she told me. "I love you, Mom." "I have to pee," she said. "Why don't you come with me? There should be nothing hidden between us now." Mom was walking gingerly as we went to the bathroom together. She sat to pee as I brushed my teeth. There is something erotic about watching, and listening to, a woman piss. I have never been able to identify just what it is, but it has always been true for me. Maybe it's only true when Mom, or Eloise, is the woman. We sat on the side of the bed and took our shoes off. We went downstairs together. I tried to be solicitous with Mom but she brushed me off. "Gene, it was fantastic. What's a little pain when we have so much pleasure before us? The hurt will go away, and soon." In the kitchen I got the coffee going. Mom sat at the table and removed her torn blouse. She opened her bra and started to put it back on her breasts, but changed her mind and took it off. I looked at Mom. Gina's lipstick was smeared on her face. As Eloise's was on mine. Her hair was mussed and she looked lovely. After we drank a couple of cups of coffee I asked her if she'd like a shower. "Not yet," she said. "I have your seed in me. I want to keep it there. Later we can shower." "Ok, Mom," I replied. "But let's change and fix our makeup," She said. "Then we'll have some breakfast. It will be like our wedding breakfast." We went back to the bedroom. Mom was walking a little better. She hung her torn blouse in the back of the closet. "Memories," she said. She took her skirt off leaving her with garter belt and nylons. She put on her silk robe and stepped close to me. After a long kiss she pulled the zipper down on my skirt and let it fall to the floor. She pushed my blouse off my shoulders and it joined the skirt. "Let's put on different stockings," she said. She got a new ones from a drawer. She knelt and rolled mine down my legs. She drew the new ones on. Black mesh, with seams; they were very sexy especially when she produced black, lacy garter belts to go with them. She put her own on as I watched. No panties today, but a black silk bra for her. "I hope your new bras come today, Gina. We'll try them on if they do." One of them was black and would go well with the rest of my outfit. Our makeup was next. Wiping smeared lipstick from our faces was the biggest task. I depilated again. Eloise's eye makeup had been ruined by her tears of pain. She quickly fixed it and touched up mine. Lipstick next and a touch of rouge. My wig had held up well. She brushed the hair with her hand, but it really didn't need it. She knelt with my shoes, the same ones I had worn the night before. The crisscrossed straps had kept them on my feet until we took them off. I knelt for her, to put hers on her feet. To the closet for sheer negligees. No panties for either of us. To the mirror to see us together. Hot. The shadow of our pubic hair showing through the translucent fabric. My cock, a pendulum between my stocking tops. The last thing we did was make the bed. Downstairs Eloise told me to wait in the living room while she prepared breakfast. I sat on the couch and practiced crossing my legs in a more feminine manner. When I thought I had succeeded I peeked into the kitchen. Eloise was at the stove with an apron over her negligee. I turned on the computer to check our email. There was a message from the incest organization. We had been provisionally accepted. We would have to verify that we were indeed mother and son. There were several ways to do that. The easiest, was a visit by a trusted representative, to view the necessary documents. That could be done at a place other than home. A coffee shop, for instance. Or we could send copies of birth certificates, marriage certificates, licenses and other documents to them. After everything was examined and approved. The documents would be erased, as would our last names in the organizations records. We would be assigned a name for use within the organization. The security of the membership always came first they said." That all sounded very interesting. We hadn't had to give our names on the application, only details about ourselves and our relationship. I would talk to Eloise about it. Eloise called me for breakfast just as I was finishing with the message. It was a delightful meal. Eloise had outdone herself again. She had set the table with the good china and crystal. We started with melon. Eggs and sausages were in a silver chafing dish. We finished with coffee in fine china cups. Eloise looked elegant. Once again the mature woman entertaining the young woman who had become her lover. The salacious thoughts in my mind were making my cock stiff. I had to send it a message to be a pussy. A pussy waiting for love with this attractive woman across the table from me. Over coffee I told Eloise about the message from 'Familial Lover's Union.' That is the name of the incest organization. Eloise was interested. "Well I think they are worth a tryout," she said. "Do you?" "We won't know unless we join," I responded. "We've already invested an application fee. The dues aren't too high." "Well," Eloise said. "I think I have all the documents we need. Either here or in the safe deposit box. I'll get them together next week." That settled we finished our coffee. I helped Eloise clear the table and clean up. We touched each other often. Our growing desires beginning to show themselves. Holding hands we went upstairs to return to the bedroom. On the bed we kissed and fondled each other. We untied the sashes of our negligees. Opening them wide. I opened her bra, freeing her tits for me to suck. She opened mine too and sucked at my nipples in return. It was a pleasing sensation. Her hand fondled my cock, I willed it to be a pussy, a very desirous pussy. I was not successful. My maleness was rampant again, my inner woman banished once again. My hand was rubbing her clit eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. She stood and grasped my hand. "Come with me." she led me to the bedroom chair. As I sat she fell to her knees; my hard cock grasped in her hand. She rubbed it over herself. Her face. Her neck. "I must have it," she moaned. "I must taste it. I have wanted to for years." Her lips parted she tasted it briefly before sliding her mouth over it sucking at me. Amateurishly, but with enthusiasm. She moaned again as my hard shaft filled her mouth. My hands were on her head caressing her. She took my hand and twisted my fingers in her hair. One hand was under my butt. Her fingers dancing in the crack of my ass. Her eyes looked up at me, she pulled her lips from my cock to say, "Talk to me." "Suck me, Mom. Suck my big cock." I told her. "I'll fill your mouth with my cum, Mom." Again I said, as I twisted her hair, "Suck your son's cock, Mom. Give your little boy a blowjob." My cum rushed from my balls thrills leading it to the tip of my cock. Gushing into her wet mouth. She continued to suck as I softened. She held up her hands to me when I was no longer hard enough. I took them and she pulled me from the chair to kneel facing her. She showed me the cum in her mouth, her tongue sliding through the slick creaminess, savoring it. She kissed me then and let it flow between us. We both swallowed and kissed again. We embraced, still kneeling, "My first time," she whispered. "It was wonderful," I told her. "I could taste myself on your cock," she said, and laughed. We stood and moved to the bed. When we laid together she told me. "Rest now. Sleep for a while. When you wake you can be Gina again." "Thank you, Eloise." I dozed off. I was dimly aware of the doorbell ringing, and Eloise leaving the bed. When I woke later there was a package on the vanity. Eloise was sleeping beside me. I had to piss so I went to the bathroom. When I came back Eloise was sitting up and stretching. Her bare tits looked enticing as they stood up from her stretch. "It looks like your bras arrived. Let's try them on." She said. "But let's have some coffee first," she added almost as an afterthought. She stood and came close to me for a kiss. "I love you, Gina," she said. "I love you, Eloise." We left our negligees open as we went to the kitchen. I noticed that she was walking better, as if her soreness was leaving her. I put on coffee while Eloise sat at the table. I sat across from her. "You're walking as if you're not as sore," I told her. "I'm not," she said. "We'll have to get you inside me again this afternoon." "Is it too soon for that?" I asked. "No, a few more times and I'll be a perfect fit for you. The sooner the better as far as I'm concerned. It will be like your custom made vagina." Eloise served us both coffee and started looking for something for lunch. She set out lunchmeat and bread and we made sandwiches. After lunch we went back to the bedroom to try on bras. They were all lovely. Lacy, very sexy and very feminine. They gave a little lift to my male breasts making them look a little more like tits. Eloise and I agreed that we didn't need padding. In fact the black one exposed my nipples. We put the black bra on me, to go with our hosiery and garter belts. Eloise knelt and pulled a pair of my black panties over my feet. I stood and she pulled them up over my hips. "With them you'll be Gina," she said. "Gene will be hidden." I sat back down to find my face on a level with Eloise's bare tits. I put my arms around her waist and drew her close. I rubbed my face between her breasts and kissed her nipples. "Bite them," she said. I nibbled gently. "Harder." A soft "aah" as I bit harder. She held my head to her breast, "Would you like to make love to me, Gina?" she asked in her husky tones. "Yes, yes I would." I responded. She took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat on the edge and let her negligee fall open. Her legs parted for me and her hands on my arms urged me to kneel between them. She guided my head close to her pussy, then paused. I gazed in awe at the first live pussy I had ever seen that close. Her lush, wild tangle of hair capped her aromatic cunt. It framed her swollen labia. They were parted slightly as a sign of her lust. Tiny beads of her juices glistened on the lips of her pussy and throughout the forest of her hair. Her scent. Musky, strong, arousing. Her bouquet shouting out her desire. Her taste was exciting as I flicked my tongue against her labia, licking at the dewy drops of her juice. My tongue slid into her heat to savor more. It was breathtaking, new to me and exhilarating. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 03 The scent and taste I had experienced before. On her panties as I would hold them to my face to sniff and taste. When I had sucked at her undies while she still wore them. This was a different thrill, her essences as she produced them, fresh in her cunt. My cum was still in her pussy from last night. The thought of it only added to the exhilaration I felt. The male essences complementing my mother's nectar. I would suck and lick her panties again, many times. But it was never as good as before. Before I had buried my face in her hot wet pussy. Eloise's legs were over my shoulders. Her high heels on my back. Her hands pressed my face into her cunt to lick, to suck, to make her cum. Her heels drumming as her body quivered with delight. Her cries of "Don't stop, don't stop." Repeated over and over. And yet more orgasms until she pushed me away with a shout of "Fuck me now." I stood my cock straining against the silk of my panties. I pushed them down and off as she scooted back onto the bed and spread her legs lewdly. I mounted her and pushed my throbbing cock into her wet pussy. A gasp of pain from her, but then she responded. She met my thrusts with her own. "Fuck me, fuck me." her words thrilled me. "Talk to me, Mom." I cried out in turn. "Fuck me, Mom" She rolled us over and was on top. She rode my cock lifting herself and plunging down. Impaling herself again and again on my rock hard manhood. She leaned forward to kiss me. To give me her tit to suck and bite. To bite my nipple where they showed through my bra. Then back up straight again to impale herself once again. I filled her with my creamy cum as electric thrills excited my cock. Before I knew it was happening my cum had spewed from me. But the thrill was no less for being unexpected. I softened. She laid next to me. We held each other and spoke soft words of love. We slept and woke at dinner time. As we had in the morning we went to pee together. We ate leftovers for dinner. We sat on the couch pleasantly tired. My mother's head was on my shoulder. "You made my fantasy real," she said. "My dream." We went to bed early. Dressed in baby dolls. I liked the feminine feel of it and left my bra on to make it look a little more womanly. Eloise has boobs so she could leave the bra off. We took our nylons off too. Before we slept we ate each other in sixty-nine fashion. Both of us came with glorious orgasms. I found that I liked the feel of her bare thighs as much as the nylons. It was a wonderful, wild, weekend. But filled with love. It ended all too soon. We went back to school and work Monday, trying to appear like we would any other Monday. A few weeks later, during a break in my classes, Mom took some vacation and we traveled to a distant New York. We had made arrangements ahead of time so we had no delays when we arrived. We had two wigs made for me, with lessons about caring for them and attaching them. We made another stop at a discrete cross dressing shop. They made some bras for me. They lift and mold the fleshy pads of my breasts and make them look like real tits, albeit a little small. If only my nipples were more feminine. As you have probably guessed I still like wearing women's clothing. Even though my mother and I are lovers. I still change into my silk, or sometimes satin panties when I get home. She still strips off her business suit and becomes Eloise. I am Gene, or Gina. Depending on what we have planned. What fantasy we are living in. By the way, just as Mom said would happen, my cock and her pussy are perfect fits. More to come. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 04 All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships. For background you might read the previous chapters. ***** It was a Friday. I had just got home from my last class. The weekend was ahead of me and I was wondering what my mother had planned. I would have to take some time to study, though. It was early May and finals were coming up. So far I had done well in school. My grades near the top in my class. I would be finishing my first year at our local two year college. The idea being that I would go on to more serious study after I had gotten some of the basics out of the way. Mom had been quite pleased that I had chosen to stay home for two more years. That was before we had become lovers. Of course after our union she was even more delighted. She would be home before long. My last class on Fridays was at three o'clock so I usually got home only a little before Mom. She had not laid out panties for me. That indicated she wanted me to wait for her before I changed. We would shower together then. I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed my silk robe from the closet. I decided to work on my voice while I waited. My way of practicing was to talk to myself about what I was doing. "Mom will be home soon, Gene," I said in my practice voice. "We'll get pretty then, for Eloise." My practice went much better when I was Gina, somehow the feeling of femininity helped. But I tried to practice whenever I could, whatever mode I was in. I didn't know if I could ever have a genuinely female sounding voice. It would only be when I was with Mom that I would use it. I thought I could develop the soft, yet throaty and sultry tones of an aroused woman; at least I hoped so. I felt like I was making some progress but I hadn't tried it out yet on Mom, or Eloise. Mom and I were getting better at feminizing me. To be sure we were far from being experts at cross dressing. We thought that I could, however, pass for a woman in public. That is, if I didn't have to speak. Our trip to far off New York had been a huge help to us. We had learned much about my new lifestyle. We had been able to talk to several men who had been cross dressing for years. It was from them I had learned about training my voice. They had also told me about a web site to help with the voice and about several others of a more general nature. "Let's see if we have any email," I said in my practice voice. I sat at Mom's computer and turned it on. I checked for mail, there were a couple but I didn't read them. They were for both of us, or for Mom. We would read then together. It was only a few minutes before I heard Mom driving into the garage. She came into the kitchen in her work clothes. A suit with skirt and blouse. Mom immediately took her suit jacket off followed by her blouse. She pulled the zipper down on her skirt, let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. She held up her arms to me. We hugged each other and kissed hotly, with lots of tongue. She was dressed now in bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. She left her pumps on too. "I've been wanting you all day, Gene," she told me. "I had to put a pad in my panties." Her words thrilled me. I knew her pussy would have a delectable bouquet. "That sounds enticing, Eloise," I told her. "Shall I make you a drink, or a cup of tea?" "Tea would be nice. We can check our email too." My mother, her real name is Ethel, became Eloise as soon as she was home and had removed her work clothes. We were in our secret world then. A place where our fantasies ruled, where our fetishes were the norm. I was Gene until she did my makeup later. Of course I would become Gina then. For now I was a man. It was only on weekends that I fully evolved into my Gina persona. When I did not have school the next day. Sunday evening through Thursday I would usually wear panties and often nylons, along with a bra or camisole. I would shave closely but not depilate. No perfume or makeup either. In fact a good part of our Sunday afternoons was devoted to removing nail polish and other cosmetics. Some of the fantasies Mom had were better played out with me in my Gene identity. Mom would be Eloise many times, but sometimes she was Mom, sometimes Ethel. Often I was required to be a total male, not even panties were allowed then. Other times Mom would be a dominate figure. Panties were sometimes part of the costume, but not always. Sometimes we would simply be lovers; fucking and sucking and thoroughly enjoying each other. Mom had told me more about some of the dreams she had before our union. She told me how she often saw me as a beautiful girl with a big cock. Other times she said I was a girl, with a pussy; in those dreams we made love together, with me as a woman. Those dreams did not occur as often as the ones where I was a man who looked feminine. But, Mom told me, they were intense. Mom would ask me sometimes to describe what it was like to eat her. I would try to tell her of the lovely scents, of the taste of her essences, of the feel of her slick juices on my face. Of the joy I felt when her plump thighs pressed against my head to hold me at her hot cunt. To express the sheer exhilaration as she came on my face. She seemed to find my descriptions erotic. She was always aroused afterward. She had told me more another time. About how she loved it when I ate her pussy as Gina. Or as Gene too, for that matter. But she was referring to the times I posed as a lesbian lover for her. What she missed, she told me, was being able to make love to me as a woman. She put it a little more crudely when I didn't seem to understand. "You don't have a pussy I can eat, Gina. Everything else is wonderful." I had reminded her about the night we watched the lesbian video. I had told her then that I wouldn't object to her making love with a woman. She had responded that she didn't know any that she would feel at ease with. Especially considering the fact that her son was her lover. That was not something she wanted anyone to gossip about. Before our union Mom had never experienced many of the things we took great pleasure in after we became lovers. Oral sex, for instance. Her dreams had caused her to become fascinated by it. She loves to suck me and for me to eat her now. I wasn't surprised that she wanted to find out what eating a woman's pussy was like. She said that she thought she might be bi. She didn't seem to be concerned by the thought. I certainly wasn't. I will love her any way she wants to be. This all started, of course, when my mother discovered me with her panties. I was wearing one pair and masturbating while I sniffed a soiled pair. My mother, after her initial shock, realized that my fetish complemented her own fantasies. The rest, as they say, is history. A point I suppose I should make. I am not gay. At least in the respect that I am not attracted to men. I only desire sex with women. The only woman I had ever had sex with, until that time, was my mother. But I love to feel feminine, to dress in a feminine manner. And, when Eloise is so inclined, to act as a surrogate lesbian lover for her. Of course, while I can lick and suck at her very desirous cunt, she cannot do the same to me. We often end up in a sixty-nine position anyway. She tried to imagine my cock as a pussy. I had told her how I was sometimes able to do that. It helped some, but wasn't really a satisfactory solution. If there seems to be a little uncertainty about oral sex, there really wasn't. Mom, liked to suck my dick either as Gene, or as Gina with a cock. It was simply that she wished for more. That she could not make true lesbian love with me. It was a part of her dreams that she couldn't fulfill. Eloise had a number of fantasies that we sometimes tried to act out. We often came back to ones we liked several times. Other times we had 'story nights'. We would find stories about mother and son incest to read together. 'Literotica' was one of our favorite sites. We found more tales on the 'Familial Lover's Union' website. That is the incest organization we belong to. The stories on the FLU website were more factual with fewer descriptive passages. But we read them with interest. We could often let our imaginations fill in the blanks. FLU also had a bulletin board where members could exchange thoughts and ideas. Each member also had a private mailbox. Mom had started corresponding with a few women she had met through the bulletin board. Her communication with one of them had advanced to the point that they were emailing each other directly instead of to their FLU mailbox. Her name was Jenny. Jenny was in her late twenties. She had been having an incestuous affair with her brother who had a panty fetish. In his case it never went beyond panties and bras, but it may have been because he didn't have someone like Eloise to encourage him. Jenny and her brother had joined FLU after they had been lovers for a few months. They thought that their love had staying power and they would live together. About a year after they became members her brother was killed in an accident. Jenny mourned for over a year before starting to get out again. It was on one of her first dates after her brother's death that she discovered she had an unsuspected problem. She could not be aroused by any man not wearing panties. Her fixation on panty clad men was to lead her into several embarrassing situations. A couple of times she asked men to put on her panties. They refused indignantly. She had finally quit trying to meet someone and began to rely on her vibrator. Once she thought about running an ad. For a 'real man' who wore woman's panties. It was about that time that she remembered FLU. She caught up her dues and signed on. Eloise and I were very new on the site when Jenny first posted. Mom responded to her post by sending a message to Jenny's FLU mailbox. She explained how I had a panty fetish that was, with her help, becoming a desire to dress in feminine attire. Jenny responded and a correspondence began between the two. It was to the point now that they knew each other's real names and where they lived. Both the other women Eloise corresponded with were in mother and son relationships. One of them had been stable for almost twenty years. The other couple had been lovers for about three years. In both cases the son was a panty boy. The older one was into cross dressing in private. He sounded much like an older me. The younger one had not progressed beyond panties and bra until recently. His mother had convinced him to let her shave his legs and try nylons. He had loved them. I had thought to myself that he would soon progress further. We read Jenny's email. After some chit chat to start she wrote. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 04 Once the wig was chosen she did my face. She took extra care with my eyes and made my lips look a little pouty. After that the wig and my earrings. I had started to wear jewelry. My pierced ears didn't cause any comment considering that many men wore earrings. My earrings though were feminine dangles. I chose a couple of rings and bracelets, the last touch was a tiny dab of perfume and I was ready. Eloise fixed her makeup next. I watched hoping to learn a few things. Hers didn't take as long. Her nails were already done and she was more self-assured working on her own face. She chose earrings similar to mine and a dab of perfume too. In the closet she looked over our clothes. "That camisole is just too nice not to wear, and it lets her know you're a man too. I think a negligee for you. For me maybe a baby doll, or my ivory nightgown." "I'd opt for the nightgown," I told her. "It's ultra-feminine and you look beautiful and sexy in it. That's the effect we're looking for." "I think you're right, Gina. And nylons for both of us and heels." I chose a pair of seamed nylons, that I knew would stay up okay, and a pair of patent leather pumps with three inch heels. We pulled on the hosiery, slipped our heels on and looked at ourselves in the full length mirror. "I think it looks about right," Eloise said. "Like we're ready for whatever happens and we make it plain that there are no doubts what her visit is about." "Sexy and feminine," I said. "I think we're hot. I hope Jenny does too." "Well we have time to kill," Eloise said. "We probably shouldn't have any more sex just yet. At least not for you." She laughed. "Let's have a story time." I suggested. "Either that or we can sit around trying to guess what Jenny looks like," she said with a smile. We looked at stories for a while. A couple were pretty good. Jenny made the drive in better time than we thought she would. We saw the lights of her car pull into our driveway. Eloise threw on a robe and opened the door for her. My first impression was that she was an attractive woman. About the same height as my mother's 5'-4". She was a little overweight like Mom too. Probably a little more so. My impression was of soft curves. She looked comfortable. She was wearing a skirt and blouse with a light jacket. Her dark brown hair was cut at chin level. Her eyes a very pretty hazel. She had a small overnight bag with her. Eloise took it from her and set it on the bottom stair and took her jacket to hang up. Mom slipped her robe off and they hugged. "I'm so glad to finally meet you, Eloise," Jenny said. "No more than me," Eloise replied I was next for a hug. "Gina, you're lovely," she told me. She sounded sincere. "We know it's been a long drive for you, Jenny. Why don't you sit and relax. Would you like coffee, or tea? Maybe a drink? "A cup of coffee would be great, tea would be fine too, whatever's easiest." I turned the coffee maker on. It was already set up. Eloise guided Jenny to a seat on the couch. She sat with her a couple of feet between them. As soon as the coffee finished I brought them both a cup. I noticed that Jenny was wearing either nylons or panty hose. I picked up a trace of her scent too. A hint of muskiness and desire. The perfume she wore seemed to accent the effect. I poured for myself and carried it to a chair facing the couch. I crossed my legs in a feminine manner as I had practiced. I thought I did it quite well. Jenny turned to Eloise. "Gina looks so much like a young lady. It's hard to believe he's a man." "Very much a man," Eloise told her. "My God," Jenny said. "I get hot just looking at him." She turned to Eloise, "And you too. That nightgown is so lovely, so feminine. You are both so attractive." "Thank you," Eloise told her. "Thank you very much." Jenny sipped at her coffee I refilled her cup. She thanked me with a big smile. I was standing almost in front of her. She reached out to my crotch, tentatively. She didn't quite touch me but looked at Eloise as if asking permission. "Go ahead," Eloise spoke softly. "It's okay." She rubbed her hand on my panty covered, and rapidly hardening cock. I heard her sigh and saw her tongue wet her lips. The moment passed. Jenny finished her coffee and set her cup on the coffee table. "I wasn't sure what to do when I got here," she said. "But while driving I decided that I will put myself at your disposal." "Actually, Jenny," Eloise told her. "We are no better prepared than you are. So why don't you tell us what you might like." "I probably should take a shower," Jenny said. "You don't need to," Eloise told her. "Especially if you were horny on the way here." "I was," Jenny replied. "As to what I might like, I think I'm trying to find that out. I want to... I don't really know what I want. Maybe explore is the right word." "Let's go upstairs then," Eloise said. "You are sounding almost exactly as I feel, like there is something waiting for me. All I have to do is find it. Maybe we will find it together." "That would be nice," Jenny responded. I took Jenny's bag and followed Eloise and her up the stairs. Eloise leading Jenny by the hand. In the bedroom I set the bag down. A lamp on the dresser provided a dim light, just enough to see. Eloise and Jenny were standing close together, Eloise unbuttoning Jenny's blouse; Jenny's hands on Eloise's hips. Their lips meeting in a deep kiss. "A first for me," Eloise said when they broke apart. She slid Jenny's blouse off her shoulders. "I've gone that far with a woman," Jenny responded. "But never beyond a kiss and a little fondling." Jenny's breasts were the size of small, plump melons. Like the rest of her they looked comfortable. Her bra was lacy and sexy looking. Her belly a little soft, like Eloise's. Jenny's skirt fell to the floor. I wasn't sure which one of the women had caused it. Jenny stepped out of it and kicked it away. She was wearing thigh high nylons. Her panties matched her bra. I joined the women for a three way hug. Jenny lifted her face to mine for a kiss; it was hot with our tongues dancing. When we came up for air there was an awkward moment, no one seemed to know who should do what, with who. But it passed when I fell to my knees and drew both of their panty covered pussies close to my face. My hands clawed at the waist of their panties. I pulled their panties down over their hips, Eloise and then Jenny helped matters along, pushing them down around their feet and kicking them off. Two bare pussies were pushed against my face. Both hot and ripe with hours of arousal, ready to be plucked and eaten; or fucked. Who cared, the fragrances were overwhelming my senses. Lovely, beautiful, the bouquets of two hot women blending together into a pleasing perfume. Jenny's bush was full and wild, like Eloise's. Her labia were puffy with lust and her clit peeked between them at the top of her slit. I was delighted and rubbed my cheeks against both of them relishing the feel of their hair against my face. They were pulling at my arms, urging me to my feet. But I did not want to leave their pussies, their lusty aromas. The women were insistent. They pulled me up to stand with them. They were working together, perhaps by instinct; maybe because of whispered exchanges. I had been captivated by the scents of their aroused pussies. It was unlikely I would have heard them if they had whispered to each other. Jenny went to her knees in front of me. Pushing my negligee out of the way she caressed my hard on, still concealed by my panties. Eloise straddled her and, with her arms around my neck, kissed me open mouthed. Jenny groped for the waist of my panties and pulled them over my hips and my hard cock. I heard a soft "oh," as my rigid dick sprang free. Jenny rubbed her face on my hard shaft as my mother and I kissed. I felt her mouth slide over him and gave a soft gasp against my mother's lips. Eloise looked down and stepped back with a smile. She touched Jenny's head and told her, "Let's move to the bed." I soon found myself between two hot women. Both were fondling my cock and taking turns kissing me. Hot wet kisses from both. They were kissing each other too. Across my body their lips met in passion. Their heat apparent to me. "What would you like, Gina?" Eloise asked me softly. Jenny seemed to wonder too. "Make love," I said. "You both want to know. Make love and find out." "I want it all," I heard Jenny moan. Mom and I changed places. She and Jenny clasped each other as they laid together. "You will have it all," I heard Mom whisper to her. I slid off the bed to give them room, and to avoid being a distraction. There was the fact, too, that watching two women making love was a long time fantasy of mine. We had a comfortable chair in the bedroom that we often used to eat each other. It was a perfect place to watch. To let my voyeurism come to the fore. They started slow, a little tentatively, with kissing and fondling each other's tits. I heard Jenny gasp when Eloise fingered her pussy. Jenny soon followed and played with Eloise's clit. As if by mutual consent the women slid down to the middle of the bed. Jenny flipped around so that they were in a sixty-nine position. Neither woman hesitated after that. They were soon licking and sucking at the other woman's hot pussy. I sat, entranced, with a throbbing, hard cock. Jenny was the first to cum. Her muffled cries of orgasmic pleasure seemed to bring on an orgasm for Eloise. The room was soon filled with the sounds and scents of hot women making love. I could hardly keep from stroking myself to an orgasm. Only the fact that I would soon be cumming with one of the women let me control myself. Jenny and Eloise broke apart when they were satisfied. Jenny turned to lie facing Mom and the held each other tightly. They were kissing and tasting each other's lips and tongue. I heard muffled giggles and sighs from both. I returned to the bed. My hard cock was standing straight out. I sat on the edge of the bed. The women noticed me and broke their kisses. "It sounded good," I told them. "It was," they said almost together. "Better than I dreamed," Eloise said with a smile. "Wonderful," was Jenny's comment. Eloise reached for my hand and pulled me the rest of the way onto the bed. My hard-on was obvious. "I'll get him ready for you," Eloise told Jenny. She pulled me on top of her and whispered, "Fuck me now, fuck your mother." I came almost instantly. I was a little embarrassed, but Mom shushed me when I tried to apologize. "It's fine, Baby," I wanted you to cum so you'll last longer with Jenny. I want her to enjoy you like I do." Mom slid out from under me and moved away from us leaving Jenny and I together. Jenny pulled me close for a kiss. I was a little hesitant at first. The only woman I had ever made love to was my mother. I got over it, though; and soon. I returned her kisses and they quickly became heated. "Oh, Gina," she was almost whispering. "You are such a lovely girl. And with such a beautiful cock." She was fondling my dick, starting to get me hard again. Her words helped. "Lie still," she told me. "Let me make love to you." She kissed my nipples through the lace of my camisole. She pushed it up so she could suck on them. She kissed me all over my chest and belly. She licked my navel. All the while she was fondling my cock. I got hard quickly, I was young and resilient. It didn't take long to get ready again. Jenny lay between my legs. She spoke as if to herself, but loud enough for Mom and I to hear her. "What beautiful legs, what a beautiful cock. It's bigger than Ken." We were to learn that Ken was her late brother. Jenny made love to my dick. She rubbed her face against its hardness, then her neck. She knelt over it and rubbed her tits on him. She took him in her mouth. She pulled off my cock and told Mom, "Come close to him. Let her know we are both here for her." Eloise slid over next to me and, her face above mine, kissed me with wet lips and probing tongue. I returned the kiss and held her with one arm. My other hand was on Jenny's head, wrapped in her hair as she sucked my cock. She didn't make me cum, not yet. Jenny rose up and straddled me. Eloise moved out of her way. She impaled her wet pussy on my rock hard shaft. She was tight, but the juices of her lust eased the way. "Oh, yes," I heard her murmur. "Yes, yes, yes." She leaned down to kiss me. "It's been so long, Gina," she said. "Fuck me now. Fuck me you delicious woman." I felt a sense of exhilaration when she referred to me as a woman. I wanted to feel like a woman, and I did. Except when my maleness controlled my libido. It was him that made me hard. Him that made me able to fill these women's empty cunts. Of course when Gina was in control, when she was able to subdue my male self, I was able to make love to women as a woman. So far only with Eloise, but soon with Jenny too. Jenny came quickly. An orgasm making her body sing as it tore through her. Her gasps became cries of satisfaction as ecstasy overcame her body. She covered my face with hot wet kisses. Our lips mashed, our tongues danced. She fed me her tit and I eagerly sucked at it. She fucked me more. Lying on my body with a fucking motion as she massaged her clit with my hard cock. It was wonderful for me. The best of both worlds. As if I was being fucked while my pulsating cock filled a lovely woman's hot pussy. I was dimly aware of Eloise next to us. She was cumming, too. She masturbated to the thrills she felt as she watched her new friend and her son make love. She felt no jealousy. At that moment she loved them both. "Fuck me, Gina," I heard as Jenny shuddered with yet another orgasm. I felt my cum surging from my balls, my body electrified as I filled her hot pussy with my slick cum. As we kissed wildly, mindlessly. As I thrust my hard cock deep into her pussy, and thrust again as I emptied myself into her eager body. She laid on top of me as I softened. With soft purrs of satisfaction she indicated contentment. I held her tightly. We kissed, not wildly now, as gratified lovers. I felt my mother next to us and put one arm around her too. We were all together, comfortable. We laid together afterwards. Me, the faux woman, between the hot sweaty bodies of two real women. My femininity surged to the fore and I felt as if my cock was a contented pussy. One that had been filled and sated. I marveled that I was able to subdue my maleness enough to make my psyche feel like a well fucked woman. Psyche, that beautiful woman beloved by cupid; the center of my soul. What could be more appropriate at a time like this? Both women were petting and kissing me. They were telling me how wonderful I was and how lovely. Jenny told us, Eloise and I, how fantastic she felt. Mom and I shared her joy. I must admit to a slight tinge of male smugness. I tried, without much success, to subdue that conceit. I was soon aware the Eloise and Jenny had their fingers entwined atop my body. They met and kissed above my breast. I slid out of the way to let them love each other again. They came together and were soon locked in a tight embrace. It thrilled me to watch them. I was happy that my mother was able to taste a pussy as she had desired. And, even more, that it was Jenny. A lady with whom she seemed to developing a rapport. I sat in the chair while the women ate each other. Sucking and licking and supping on each other's essences. Essences flavored with the cum I had filled both their cunts with. Once again I sat engrossed as the almost naked bodies twisted and writhed in ecstasy. I inhaled the scents of the room as I watched. Cum and sweat; pheromones, male and female. Pussy juices and musk. A fabulous blend that entranced me. The sounds complemented the scents. Moans and gasps, cries of lust muffled by the wet folds of hot cunts. I was sated, but even so the atmosphere was erotic. The women broke apart, replete. They laid together in a loving embrace, intent on each other. Whispering about their satisfaction, their joy, their happiness. They had discovered each other. They had found a facet of their sexuality that had been hidden, even from themselves. They held out their arms to me and invited me to join them, to share their joy. I returned to the bed and they laid on either side of me, closely. Their hands were clasped over my body and we fell asleep together. I woke in the morning later than normal. Jenny was still asleep next to me. I could hear Mom in the bathroom. I slid out of bed and joined her there. She was brushing her teeth, but indicated that I could go ahead and pee. I sat, it seemed more feminine, and pissed as she finished her tooth brushing. She leaned down to kiss me as I sat on the toilet. "I'll go start the coffee," she spoke softly so she wouldn't wake Jenny. "Meet me downstairs, let Jenny sleep." I brushed my teeth, found my negligee on the floor and joined Mom downstairs. She served me coffee and sat across from me. "What did you think of Jenny?" She asked. "I think she is an attractive and enjoyable woman," I replied. "I'm more curious about how you feel about her and your experiences last night." "Oh my God, Gene," she was speaking as my mother. "My mind is in a turmoil. I know I enjoyed sex with her. I know that, like you, I find her a delightful woman. But I'm afraid of being selfish. I don't know how far I want to go down that path, with her. I don't know how far she wants to go. You are the most important person in my life. You always will be." "Mom," I said. "Don't be concerned. Things will work themselves out. I won't get jealous. In fact, I enjoyed watching you two make love; and I was thrilled when you orgasmed. "Mom," I continued. "You are the most important person to me too. Anything that makes you feel good is fine with me. You found out something about yourself. Accept it. Live it." "Thank you, Gene, I think I need to talk to Jenny alone for a while sometime today. I'll go see if she's up. Why don't you start breakfast?" Mom went upstairs while I started cooking bacon. In the bedroom she found Jenny just waking up. She sat on the edge of the bed and bent down to kiss her. A kiss Jenny returned. "I need to pee, I'll be right back," Jenny said. When Jenny returned they sat on the bed together. "You look radiant," Mom told her. "I'm glad." "It was a wonderful night, Eloise. Memorable." "Yes it was, Dear," Eloise replied. "I think we both found out what we wanted to know about ourselves." They hugged then, as Jenny said, "Yes, now we know." The hug wasn't sexual. It was between two friends who had just found each other. "We need to talk later," Eloise said. "Right now let's have some coffee and breakfast." "Yes, we have a lot to discuss." Jenny replied. Mom gave her a bathrobe to wear and they joined me downstairs. Over breakfast we learned much about Jenny. Her love for her brother, Ken, was obvious. It was clear, too, that although she would never forget him that she had decided to move on. The city that Jenny called home was where the main campus of the state university was located. She worked at the university, in the Bursar's office. Although it was a well-paying job it was not very fulfilling. We told her about ourselves, about Mom's work and my studies. Jenny asked if I intended to apply to the state university. I replied that it was high up on my list. She mentioned that she had a degree in business, but seldom made use of it in her job. I told her that I was leaning towards studying business. Jenny said, wistfully, that she really wanted to work for herself, but didn't know what she should do. The subject of our night of sex didn't come up except that Jenny said she felt fulfilled. Eloise and I agreed that it had been an exciting and pleasant experience. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 04 When the conversation became to run down I got up to clear the table. Mom took Jenny's hand and they went back to the bedroom. I was mindful of Mom telling me to give them some time alone. After cleaning up in the kitchen I checked out some of my favorite sites on the computer. ******* In the bedroom Eloise and Jenny made the bed then lay together on it to talk. They asked each other where they were going with their new relationship. They decided to give it every chance to develop. Jenny talked about her life with her brother Ken, and about some of the sex they had enjoyed together. Eloise listened with interest. Jenny was talking about things that Mom had dreamed of, but hadn't happened yet between us. She asked questions, Jenny answered. Jenny told her how to get more information on the internet. Eloise told her that she had already had bought some of the things that were needed, but had been unsure about using them. Talking to Jenny moved her a step closer to living another dream. "I'll have to try that next week," Mom said. "It's something I want to do." Mom and I were to find a new enjoyment for ourselves the following week. I'll tell you about it later. Eloise told Jenny about how her relationship with me had come about. About how she had guided me and helped me to become more feminine. About how we were still learning, but were progressing. She described our trip to New York and told Jenny of the places we had gone for crossdressing help. She described the boutique where we had my bras made. Expensive, but worth it. She described some of the crossdressers we had met, both straight and transsexual. She told Jenny about how, before our union, she had never experienced oral sex. How she had dreamed, often, about it with me. Me as a man sometimes or as a woman other times. She told how she had realized that she really wanted to taste another woman's pussy. Jenny too confided about her realization that she was attracted to femininity that she wanted men in women's clothes, and women too. They talked about how much fun Eloise had making me up and helping me dress. Jenny asked if she could help. Eloise told her she'd be happy to have her assistance. They kissed, they hugged, and thought up things to do with me. They decided to take me out for lunch, as a young lady. ******* Mom went to the top of the stairs and called for me to join them. I was happy to. My cock had started to stir as I looked at my sites on the computer. It was memories of the night before that stirred up my lust, not the website. I had been looking for things to make me more womanly. I had in mind a way to make my skin softer. I found several products that would supposedly work. I ordered the one that was most highly rated by users. In the bedroom I found that both women had shed their robes, or negligee in Eloise's case. They were lying together on the bed waiting for me. They moved apart to let me lie between them. I let my negligee fall to the floor and joined them. "You owe me," Eloise said in her husky tones. "And me," Jenny added. They worked together getting me hard. Fondling my cock, kissing him, nibbling at my glans. It didn't take long for me to react to the two hot women. Eloise straddled me. I sighed with pleasure as her pussy, slick with her juices, slid down my cock. She held out her hand to Jenny who quickly knelt over my chest. Her pussy was in front of my face. Hot and wet, aroused and ready. Her wild mane framing her labia. Her prominent clit peeking out between the lips, hard, anticipating what was to come. Jenny leaned back into Eloise. Eloise held her close, fondled her tits. With my hands on the cheeks of Jenny's ass I drew her to me. To my eager lips and tongue, ready for her pussy. As I tasted her I was exhilarated by what was happening. It was something I had only dreamed of before. I was making love to two hot women together. Jenny's juices poured onto my face as I licked at her inner pussy and sucked on her hard clit. It was exciting to feel her rub her pussy over my face, to anoint me with her nectar. It was a joy, too, to feel Eloise's pussy enveloping my hard cock. To feel the slap of her flesh on mine as she rode my cock to an orgasm. Her cries of pleasure affected Jenny so that she too was soon cumming. I had to control my impulse to let my cum explode from my cock. I enjoyed the feel of two women cumming on top of me too much to cut it short. I nibbled at Jenny's clit; that brought her to another orgasm. "Yes, Gina, Yes," I heard her cry out. Eloise was soon cumming again too. It was too much for me to restrain myself any longer. My cum exploded into my mother's hot cunt as my body thrilled with the excitement pulsing through me. We rested for a while then showered together. I depilated my face to keep it smooth. I got hard again, in the shower, but the women told me to save it for later. It was obvious to me that they had something planned. They hadn't told me what. We all dried each other then went to Mom's vanity to get made up. Jenny had a lot of fun working with Eloise. I took the opportunity to try out my new voice on them. They thought it quite good, but both felt that any extended conversation would probably give me away. Jenny suggested that more practice was probably what I needed. She recommended that I use only my practice voice when home. Mom could correct me if it started going awry. That made sense to me, and Mom agreed. I told them, in my feminine voce, that the website I had learned from said it would take several months to perfect, maybe as much as a year. Mom said I should show her the website so she would know if I was doing right. Eloise and Jenny picked out an outfit for me to wear. They decided to go with a brunette wig. It was one of my favorites with shoulder length hair and long bangs. They slipped my nylons and garter belt on with my panties on top of the garters. Next my bra. Jenny was delighted at the way it molded my flesh into smallish tits. They picked out a stylish print dress for me and put it over my head. A dab of perfume, jewelry and shoes with two inch heels completed the outfit. The women didn't take as long to get ready as it took for me. Eloise lent Jenny a dress. It was just a little tight, but that only made it look sexier. They both looked classy when they were ready to go. That was when they told me we were going to lunch. They had me practice. "I'll have the same as her." A few times until they were satisfied. "No one should know us where we're going," Eloise said. "At least none of the staff, so it doesn't matter if you're a little off on the voice." We went to a fashionable restaurant in the downtown shopping area. Our city was large enough to still have a downtown retail district. The food was delicious and no one seemed the least bit suspicious about me. I looked, we thought, like a young lady with an older woman who might be her older sister and another that could be her mother. Jenny thought my walk almost perfect and my mannerisms graceful. I basked in her praise and thought that I was making progress. We tried a little conversation at the table, but I left most of the talk to Jenny and Eloise. I kept my comments short. Even so it was good practice and did wonders for my confidence. Back at the house Eloise and Jenny asked me to stay dressed like I was. Eloise made us all drinks and we sat in the living room talking. It was obvious, by now, that Mom and Jenny were getting along very well together. It pleased me to see it. I liked Jenny, I found her attractive and thought her to be a pleasant and intelligent woman. I was hoping that we would see more of her, much more. The conversation turned to Jenny and her job. She told us, once again, how she hoped to start her own business. "Your accounts of your trip to New York have given me an idea," she told us. "When I get home I'm going to check on what facilities there are for crossdressers in my town. It may be that there is a market for something like that." "That may be a great idea," Mom told her. "We should see if there might be opportunities here too." I could feel the sexual tension rising in the room. Jenny and I were seated on the couch, a space between us; Eloise on a chair facing us. I was sitting slightly sideways trying for the pose I see women using. It was Eloise who made the first move. "I have too many clothes on," she said. Standing she let her skirt fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Jenny laughed and stood too. Turning her back to me she asked me to unzip her dress. She pushed the straps off her shoulders and let the dress slide to the floor. She kicked it away to join Eloise's skirt. I started to stand too, but Eloise waved me back down. "Not yet, Gina," she said. Jenny stood close to Eloise and opened her blouse. She slid it off Eloise's shoulders and threw it towards the discarded dress and skirt. The women kissed. A deep kiss that showed affection. Affection and desire. They stepped back from each other and slid their panties off. They joined the pile of clothing on the floor. Bras quickly followed. My cock was straining against the silk of my panties. The women before me were naked now, except for nylons and heels. They kissed again. Eloise took Jenny's hand and led her to the couch. "I'll have him all week," she said softly. "I know what you want and it's okay." "Thank you, Eloise." Jenny slid to her knees in front of me and pushed my dress up. I instinctively slid my butt to the edge of the couch to help her. She grasped the top of my panties and pulled them over my hips, just far enough to let my throbbing cock spring free. Jenny looked up at me. "Eloise is right, Gina. You are a lovely girl with a big cock." She was grasping my cock as she spoke stroking it lightly. "I used to love to give Ken a blow job when he was wearing panties." She spoke softly and pensively. "I'll love it with you too. I know it." She made love to my cock, as she had the night before. Rubbing him over her face and neck, licking him, nibbling at his glans, and at last taking him deep into her wet mouth. Her hand lifted my balls and fondled them. Her tongue, her lips, and her teeth. She wasn't just sucking me, she was loving me; loving my cock. Eloise was kneeling on the couch, beside me, facing me. She pulled my head to her for a hot wet kiss. Jenny would bring me to the brink of orgasm and stop. Holding my cock still in her mouth until my cum had retreated to my balls. I couldn't stand too much of such teasing. I grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted, hard, the next time I felt my cum surging in my cock. She seemed to like me twisting her hair. She moaned and sucked me harder bringing me to an explosive orgasm. My cum poured from me, to fill her hot mouth. An electric thrill raced through my cock, through my whole body. She kept me in her mouth as I softened, her tongue playing with my cock even as it became limp. She looked at me then, with a dribble of cum on her chin, "I knew it would be good," Eloise slid from the couch to kneel facing her. They kissed and shared my cum. "Let's go upstairs," Eloise said. "We can have an after lunch nap, or whatever else we'd like." In the bedroom we took my dress off and hung it up. I took my bra off too. We all took our heels off. We lay on the bed. Eloise and Jenny together, I was next to Jenny. I dozed off. I think we all did. I woke later to the sight of Eloise and Jenny eating each other's pussy. The scent of hot pussy was strong and enticing. Both women were cumming even as I woke up. I thought about, possibly, breaking into their embrace and making a circle with them. As I was about to reach for the bare asses swirling in front of me the women broke apart, sated. My nascent boner would have to wait. The women kissed each other, then seeing me awake Jenny climbed over me so I was between them. Both women kissed me then. We lay in bed for a while with lots of touching and kisses. It wasn't passionate, more affectionate. It wasn't long before we decided to get up. We all put robes on and went downstairs. Eloise fixed drinks and we sat in the living room getting more acquainted. We had talked some more. There was still much to know about Jenny. There was much for her to learn about us too. The conversation was rambling. We talked about a lot of different things. I used the opportunity to practice my woman's voice. Jenny and Eloise gave me occasional advice. Over dinner the conversation continued. It wasn't a very elaborate meal; we had leftover stew. It was actually quite good. I had made it Wednesday after school specifically for the weekend. I hadn't known that Jenny would be visiting, but Mom and I wouldn't have felt like taking time to cook. After dinner we sat on the couch with Jenny between Eloise and myself. We were both snuggled up to our guest. We took turns kissing her and fondling her breasts and pussy. She returned our kisses and fondling with heat. It wasn't long before we decided it was bedtime. I was in the middle, between the two women. With hot wet kisses, on lips on tits, on pussies and cock. We found ourselves, almost instinctively, in a circle. Eloise was making love to my cock as Jenny ate her pussy. I was licking and sucking at Jenny's hot, wet cunt. I rubbed my teeth against Jenny's clit hearing a muffled gasp in response. Eloise was cumming first. I could feel the quivers in her body as she sucked on my throbbing cock. I was trying to hold myself back. I wanted to feel the women cumming as much as I could. Jenny was cumming soon after Eloise. Her pussy was flowing. I was delighted to rub my face in her juices, to smear her essences on my cheeks. To push my tongue into her. To nibble and suck her hard clit. I held back as long as I could before I felt both women shuddering with orgasms. My cum exploded from my cock in an explosion of orgiastic lust. It surged forth and filled my mother's greedy mouth with its slick, creamy heat. She milked me dry as I sucked up Jenny's nectar. I had softened when Mom lifted her head from my cock. We split apart and Mom kissed first Jenny, then me. Wet open mouthed kisses, wet with my cum. We fell asleep and slept soundly, together, until morning. When I opened my eyes I was, as I had been the morning before, alone with Jenny. She was still sleeping next to me. I could hear Mom in the bathroom and joined her there. She was brushing her teeth but motioned for me to go ahead and pee. When she put her toothbrush up she said, "I'm enjoying this weekend very much. How about you?" "I am too," I replied. "Shall I go cook breakfast?" "Not yet, I would like a little more time with Jenny this morning," Mom replied. "But let's have coffee first." "Ok, I'll find something to do later." We heard Jenny stirring in the bedroom. Mom went back to the bedroom while I brushed my teeth and checked my wig and makeup in the mirror. I wiped off smeared lipstick and made minor adjustments to the wig. It had stayed in place quite well. The hair needed combing though. Jenny came in as I was trying to comb my wig. "I'll help you with that if you'll wait until I've had coffee," she told me. "Thanks, I'm not very good at it. Not yet anyway." "You'll learn," she said. "You've learned a lot already." I left, found my robe, and went downstairs to join my mother in the kitchen. We sat at the table with our coffee. "Since Jenny's awake we might as well make breakfast," Mom said. We had the meal almost ready by the time Jenny showed up wearing the robe Mom had lent her. She looked radiant. As a matter of fact, Eloise did too. The night had certainly agreed with both of them. Over breakfast Jenny mentioned she would have to leave about noon. "I'd like to stay longer, but I better get home and get some rest. Work tomorrow." "Work for us, too," Eloise said. "It usually takes an hour, or two, Sunday afternoon to get Gina back to Gene. We don't want him going to school looking girly." We all laughed at that remark. "We still have the morning." I put in. "Yes we do," Eloise said. "So, Jenny, you're our guest. What would you like to do the rest of the morning?" "I put myself in your hands when I arrived here. So far that has worked fine for me," Jenny responded. "If I had to choose I couldn't. I want to make love with both of you." "Why don't you and Gina go fix her makeup," Mom said. "I'll clean the kitchen and join you later. Much later." She smiled at us. Jenny and I, in the bedroom, sat at the vanity. Jenny helped me put on makeup and combed out my wig. She showed me a little about doing it myself. Jenny talked as she worked on me. She told me that she was excited about having found us. About how she felt it was fate working in her life. "I know it hasn't been enough time to tell for sure, but my instincts are telling me it's true. I feel like there is much more to come." I felt myself getting hard as we worked on my face and talked. Jenny was aware of my developing hard-on and stroked it a couple of times through my robe. When my face was done Jenny knelt and drew fresh nylons onto my legs. She kissed my hard cock as she did and smiled up at me. Together we picked out a camisole for me to wear. It was one of my favorites. Jenny said she would like me to wear panties. We picked out a pair to match the camisole. I had to lay my hard cock against my belly to put them on. The tip peeked out above the elastic of the waist. Last we both put a dab of perfume behind our ears. Jenny had brought her own. It was an alluring fragrance that suited her perfectly. Eloise and I were still trying out scents for me. We had eliminated many, although we found a couple that were pretty good, we didn't feel we had found the one that's perfect for me yet. I took her hand and led her to the bed. It was unmade but we didn't care. We were both in an aroused state. I could sense Jenny's musk, her desire. She shed her robe and we lay down together. We kissed and fondled each other. I sucked her tits and kissed her body. I licked at her hot pussy. I tasted her musky juices. She pushed my panties down to my thighs. She liked to feel them on me while we fucked or sucked. She was wet, my tongue told me of her slick juices preparing her cunt for my throbbing cock. I lifted my head from her pussy, turned and slid my cock into her. She was tight, as she had been before. She gasped, a sound of pleasure, not pain. Jenny held me with arms and legs as I pumped my dick into her. A soft cry, "Fuck me, Gina," told me of her desire. She came quickly and intensely. Her hips raised to me, her legs clasped over my back. Her mouth slack and wet as we exchanged hot kisses. She was making incoherent sounds. An occasion "fuck me," could be understood. She was to cum again. A long extended orgasm that caused her body to shudder with the exhilaration of lust fulfilled. I felt my own body responding to her joy. My cum surged into her eager pussy as I shouted with the thrill of orgasm. Afterward we lay together embracing and kissing often. Eloise joined us soon. I remembered that she wanted some time with Jenny. After a hot kiss form both women I found a robe and left them alone. I went downstairs and turned on the computer. It was not until much later that I was to learn that, between bouts of lovemaking, they had discussed things that would affect my future. It was almost noon when Mom and Jenny came downstairs. Jenny was dressed to leave, she had her overnight bag in her hand. We exchanged affectionate hugs and kisses. She kissed and hugged Mom next. "I'm glad you invited me," she told us. "I had a wonderful weekend and I learned the truth about myself. You are both such lovely people." "Thank you, Jenny," I responded. "It was equally nice for us. I hope we get together again, and often." Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 05 All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships. For background, I suggest you read the previous chapters. ***** It was a Friday evening. The start of another weekend for Eloise and myself. It had been my last day of school. I had done very well in my finals by the way. I can't help but think that the wonderful weekend that Jenny, Eloise and I had spent together helped immensely. I was certainly relaxed during the testing. I was home at noon and had slipped into a pair of panties and a camisole. I dressed in pants and shirt over my lingerie. I decided to make something for dinner and got a stew started. I was checking the computer for email and messages when I heard the garage door. Mom came into the kitchen with a couple of packages. After we hugged and exchanged kisses I pointed out another package that had been delivered for her. She was already shedding her suit jacket and skirt. She left the blouse on. It was one she knew I liked. She did unbutton it and let it fall open. "I'll take these packages upstairs, Honey." She told me. "I'll be right back and we can read our messages." "Ok, Eloise. Would you like a drink, or tea?" I was practicing my feminine voice as I talked. I tried to use it all the time at home. I was showing steady improvement. Mom had shed her work cloths, she was Eloise now, her real name is Ethel; but in our secret world she became Eloise. I would be transformed into Gina when we did my makeup. That would happen later. "I think tea would be nice. You can get those pants off too." She said on her way upstairs. I tossed her discarded suit into the laundry room. I stripped my pants and shirt, they followed the suit. I made us both a cup of tea and brought them to the computer desk. Eloise was back soon and sat next to me. We checked email first, there was a message from Jenny. It was mostly chitchat except for the last paragraph. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 05 Eloise pulled me on top of herself and guided my cock into her wet pussy. "I need you to fuck me, Gina," She was hot. I had cum a couple of times already. I lasted a long time and Eloise had multiple orgasms. By the time I poured my cum into her ready pussy she was cumming almost continuously. Her hips lifted so I was thrusting almost straight down into her. Her legs hooked over my back, clasped at the ankles. We dozed off for an hour. She woke me with kisses. I responded. I was becoming aroused once again, my cock hardening. Mom had other ideas. She urged my head towards her cunt. She was making it plain that this is one of the times she would be dominate and that I was to eat her. Lying between her thighs I gazed at her lush bush. At her wet and swollen labia. I pushed my tongue into her cunt to her cries of, "Oh yes, Gina." I licked at her juices, I sucked her clit, I pushed my tongue deep into her vagina searching for the salty sweet cum I had poured into her. I opened my mouth and covered her vulva, sucked to draw more of the cum from her tunnel. I was in ecstasy as she came. Her fleshy thighs closed on my head, her hand held me tight to the hot aromatic pussy. She held me there as she came with cries of lust and gratification. Held me until she was replete. She pulled me up to lie next to her. She licked her juices from my face. "I have another treat for you later, Gina," ""I'll look forward to it, Eloise, I love you." "And I love you, Gina." After a nap we had a light dinner. Eloise poured us each a glass of wine. The conversation worked around to our planned shopping trip. "Do you want some clothes for vacation, Gina?" "Probably, do you think I could get by in a swimsuit?" "Only until you got hard, Dear," Mom laughed. "Maybe I should just be Gina when we're in our room then." "Well," Eloise was thoughtful. "I think you can probably do a lot more than that. I would hope that people who live an incestuous life would be quite open minded." "You have nice legs, Gina. I think we should get you some shorts, tank tops too." "OK, Eloise. You know more about it than I do. One thing I've been thinking about is whether to let my hair grow." "That's something you may be able to do, Gina. We could have some hairpieces made once it got long enough. It probably wouldn't cause much comment at a college." We went to bed early. Both of us were anticipating what was to come. We touched up my makeup. I helped Eloise put the belt on. She was wearing nylons, the strap on belt and nothing else. I was still dressed as I had been before. In bed we cuddled and fondled each other. Mom licked my cock and I sucked her boobs. I let my fingers play in the crack of her ass as I nibbled at them. Mom rolled me over onto my belly and put lots of lube in my ass. I turned back over and Mom put the wedge under my butt. The dildos she had used previously had been replaced by a vibrator. I watched as she spread jelly over it. She turned it on low speed and slid it into my ass. Even on low it was an amazing sensation. As soon as she dialed up the sped I came intensely. My cum exploded from my cock to pour over my belly. My body was a mass of thrilling sensations. I had cum so quickly that Mom hadn't even had a chance to get her vibrator going. I clasped her to me. "Cum for me, Mom," I told her in Gina's voice. "Fuck me and cum for me." I held her close as she turned her vibrator up and brought herself to a climax. I held her still until she had cum twice more. The last an intense, satisfying orgasm that left for sobbing with orgasmic joy. Mom cleaned us up and took the belt off. "I'm sorry, Mom," I told her. "I never felt anything like that before. I couldn't control myself." "Not your fault, Gina, I never anticipated it either." We slept together until morning. We woke up together and after we'd brushed our teeth I sat Mom in the chair and ate her pussy until she had cum several times. As I stood she sat there replete, her legs spread lewdly, as she recouped her strength. I got us both robes from the closet and we went downstairs for our coffee and breakfast. "Let's go shopping early," Eloise said as we ate. "Say about eleven." That was ok with me. As soon as we cleaned up the breakfast dishes we showered together. Mom made me up carefully. We wore the light brown wig and the dress I had worn to lunch with Eloise and Jenny. We really didn't have a lot of choices. My wardrobe was quite meager. Not surprising considering I had only started wearing such clothes a short time before. Mom said I needed more of a wardrobe too. She thought that once we knew the sizes we wanted we could get quite a bit through the internet. I wore dark glasses as an added precaution. I got in the car in the garage and slid far down in the seat as Mom backed out. I sat up a couple of blocks from the house. "I really don't like sneaking around," I told Eloise. "I don't either," she replied. "I think, eventually, we'll move." That was the first inkling I had that Mom had thoughts about the future. She wouldn't discuss them, though. She told me that I would know everything as soon as she had thought things through. The shopping trip went well. Some of the shops were closed since it was Sunday, but the larger stores and chains were all open. We bought a lot more than we had originally planned on. My feminine persona was a success. No one seemed to doubt my gender. My voice, the few times I used it worked well. I even used the ladies rest room without a problem. I am glad they had stalls with doors. It was late afternoon when we arrived back home loaded with packages, including Chinese carryout for dinner. We worked together sorting things out and hanging up new clothes. Back downstairs Mom checked our email while I set the table and heated up our dinner. There was a response from Jenny. She would put in for a vacation the next day she said. I hugged Mom and thanked her for all the new things. She kissed me and told me that I deserved them. We ate dinner and relaxed on the couch. The tv was on, but we weren't paying much attention to it. We just sat close together and enjoyed each other's nearness. "I really enjoyed myself today," Mom told me. "I was thinking of you as my daughter." "Thank you, Mom. That means a lot to me." I pulled her to me for a kiss. A soft loving kiss that soon had our tongues dancing and our mouths open and wet. We broke the kiss and looked at each other. Eloise stood and held out her hand for me. In the bedroom she slid her panties off and waited for me to do the same. She opened her blouse but did not take it off. We kissed and I opened the hooks on the front of her bra. We ate each other with our dresses on. I found it exciting to push Eloise's skirt up over her hips and lick at her fragrant cunt. She told me later that it added a little excitement for her too. We fucked too. After bringing each other to glorious orgasms with lips and tongues and teeth Mom rode my cock until we both came again. Multiple times for her. We were able to get undressed for bed. Naked in fact. We slept holding each other. We woke up early enough to take a leisurely shower together. Mom had to work, but we took time to shave my legs. While Mom dressed I got ready for my day. I shaved carefully. I put on a pair of crotchless pantyhose we had purchased on our shopping expedition. I didn't put on panties. After the night before we both realized there was something about your partner wearing a dress with nothing under it. Eloise looked me over with the pantyhose. She nodded her approval. After a bra I put on one of the dresses we had bought. Last was a pair of shoes with blocky heels about an inch and a half high. The heels were blocky so I wouldn't worry about balance while doing housework. We put on the short brown wig and applied a minimum of makeup. I was ready for the day. I kissed mom goodbye and saw her off to work. I busied myself with the laundry. We had fallen behind. Sniffing Mom's panties led to pleasant reminiscing. A had a pleasant day. Between bouts of housework I ran searches on the internet. I was still trying to find information about crossdressing that might apply to me. On a whim I looked for crossdressing establishments in our city. There were a couple of boutiques that seemed to cater to us, but it didn't look like something they specialized in. About three o'clock I fixed a salad for dinner. I took a couple of small steaks out of the freezer to thaw. With dinner preparation done I shaved again. I put a small dab of perfume behind my ear and went back to the computer to wait for Mom to come home. Out of curiosity I checked on facial hair removal. Shaving and depilating was getting to be a chore. I found that it could be done, but the process was expensive. I heard Mom drive into the garage and got up to meet her at the door. When she came into the kitchen I greeted her with a hug and an affectionate kiss on the lips. She held the kiss for a while as she pushed her tongue between my lips. She took her jacket off and laid it over a chair. Her blouse and bra followed. I lifted one of her plump tits to my lips and sucked at her nipples. Mom sighed and held my head as I did. I straightened up and led her to our chair. She stopped in front of it, pulled up her skirt and pushed her panties down. They fell around her ankles and she kicked them off. Still in her skirt she sat. I knelt in front of her and pushed her skirt up to gaze at her lush pubes, at her labia glistening with the dew of her juices. As the night before there seemed to be an added fillip from her wearing a skirt. A fetish? I wondered. It didn't matter at the moment. I rested my head against her splayed thigh to inhale her bouquet. It was wonderful. A day's accumulation of her essences. The fluids of her body blended into an aromatic scent meant just for me. Her hands on my head urged me to her pussy. The pressure light, but insistent. I didn't resist her. I let her hands guide my face to her pussy, my tongue to the red and swollen flesh behind her labia. My lips to the hard nubbin of her clit. Eloise was hot and ready. She came quickly and intensely. Her hells dug into my back as she cried out with orgasmic joy. My cock hardened as I ate her. As I brought her to yet more orgasms. It tented my dress and I could feel the blood pulsating in the steely shaft. Replete, Eloise pushed my head away from her flowing pussy. "Enough," she gasped. She rested a moment. Then told me, "Your turn." We traded places and as I sat in the chair she knelt in front of me. She pushed my dress up to expose my throbbing cock. I hadn't put panties on all day. I had enjoyed the feel of my cock swinging free while the crotchless pantyhose felt great encasing my legs. Mom rubbed her face against my nylon clad thigh and against my hard cock. She licked at my shaft and her lips parted to take him into her hot, wet mouth. It was wonderful. My mother's lips and tongue sucking at my cock caused me to cum with a gush. My slick, creamy cum poured into her welcoming mouth as thrills ripped through my body. She drew me down from the chair to join her. We knelt facing each other. We often did so after we had sucked and licked each other to an orgasm. We kissed to exchange tastes and to lick each other's juices from lips and faces. It was always a nice way to finish. We rested together on the couch until I got up to get dinner. I set the table while Eloise checked our email. There wasn't any that was very important. Mom did email the two ladies that she corresponded with through FLU. She told them of our upcoming vacation and asked if they would be interested in ever meeting. The idea being that an incest themed resort would be the ideal place to get together. The steaks turned out well and Eloise and I had a pleasant dinner. She in an open blouse with bare tits and a disheveled skirt. Me in my housedress. Neither of us wore panties. I told her about my day and how I had checked on local businesses that catered to crossdressing. Or 'CD' as I was learning it was called. "That's interesting," Mom responded. "I know Jenny would be interested in that. Remember she mentioned checking on it in her home town." Eloise helped me clean up after dinner. "It was nice to come home to you as Gina," she told me. "Thank you, Eloise, It was really great being feminine all day." We relaxed on the couch, cuddled together, until bedtime. An early bedtime I might add. In the bedroom we stripped and put on sheer nightgowns. Just looking at Eloise made me hard again. Her areolas and her bush showed through the filmy fabric. She said much the same about me, except that she was aroused by the shadow of my hardening cock. In bed we made love with lots of kisses and fondling. She rode my cock with our nightgowns bunched around our waists. We came together to a glorious orgasm. In the morning, after coffee, we ate each other. After we showered she dressed for work. I sent her off with a kiss. I did housework all day, dressed in my pantyhose and housedress. My cock swung free, half hard. My body tingled with the memories of the weekend. It had truly made me feel feminine. I had a feeling that what had occurred so far was only the beginning. That there was much more still to come. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 06 All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships. For background, I suggest you read the previous chapters. ***** It was an exciting week for me. Maybe to most of you doing housework seems just the reverse. But, I was able to live in my feminine side every minute for the whole week. Sure my cock would get hard when Mom came home from work and became Eloise. But I was still controlled by my inner woman. The femininity of our lovemaking sent tingles up my spine whenever I thought of it. Whenever my housework was caught up I tried on some of the things we had bought for my wardrobe. It was obvious that the shorts would be a problem. I was just too well hung. I checked on the internet for answers, but none seemed very appealing. In fact some sounded quite painful. I decided it was a problem I could leave for later to solve. In the meantime I would wear dresses and skirts. Tuesday Mom had used the strap-on with me again. I found it to be just as exciting as the first time we had made love that way. I thought she looked lovely wearing a short nightie and the belt. The dildo stood out in front of her like the hard cock it was meant to be. She was on top when we fucked. I sucked her tits and exchanged wild, wet kisses with her until my thick creamy cum spewed from my cock to coat both our bellies. We lay side by side afterwards and scooped up the cum from each other's body with our fingers and fed it to each other. Mom had come home Thursday evening with a large, and very thick, mat. One we could spread on the floor and use as a bed. It had a removable cover that could be washed. She had Jenny's upcoming visit in mind when she bought it. Our king sized bed was big enough for three of us, but we could use the mat downstairs if the occasion arose. Thursday and Friday I got all the laundry done. I made a pot of stew and another of chili. Those were meals we could warm up without taking time to cook. Mom was going to bring lasagna and salad home for dinner Friday. Eloise and I were both excited about seeing Jenny again. Our first weekend together had been an exciting time. Thursday there was an email from her. She would be leaving right from work. She would get something to eat on the way. We could expect her about 7:30. The email went on to say: Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 06 Jenny led me to the bed. She sat on the edge and pulled my head down into her lap. My butt was presented to Mom. I felt her putting lube on my ass and inside it too. Both women were laughing. Jenny scooted back onto the bed and pulled me with her. Her splayed legs and hands on my head made it plain what she wanted. I shoved a couple of pillows under her butt and buried my face in her fragrant pussy. Mom knelt behind me and I felt the dildo slide into my anus. It was a comfortable full sensation. I sighed into the hot, wet folds of Jenny's pussy. She pulled me tighter into her in response. I was the center of my universe. There was only me and the two women I was making love with. The glorious sensation of my mother pegging me from behind. Fucking me. Her dildo massaging my prostrate as she came loudly and intensely from the vibrator in her pussy. My cries of "fuck me Mommy." Were muffled by the folds of Jenny's hot cunt as I licked her aromatic juices and sucked at her hard clit. Her hands pushed my face into her lush garden and her plump thighs pressed against my cheeks to hold me there. She too was cumming with intense orgasms and cries of, "Don't stop, don't stop." My mother stroked my cock as she fucked me. I came with an intense explosion of my cum onto the sheet below me. All three of us were cumming together. The bed was a tumultuous place of gratified lust. All of us were replete, totally satiated. We collapsed together in a tangle to rest. None of us stirred much until late afternoon. Eloise got up and put a robe on. "I heard her say something about making coffee, but I was still half asleep. Jenny was stirring too and shook me awake. She kissed me softly. "That was so wonderful," she told me. She left me to get myself up and went downstairs to join Eloise. I was a few minutes behind her. In the kitchen the women were chatting happily. I sat with them and after a few sips of coffee was able to function. They were discussing our upcoming vacation. Eloise was telling Jenny about some of the clothes we had bought. "We got her some shorts that would look really hot on her, but she's too well hung to wear them." I enjoyed listening to them refer to me as 'she'. It meant, to me, that I was becoming steadily more feminine. "Gina tried to find an answer to the problem, but none of the methods she found were very satisfactory." "I may try a few things later," I put in. "But some of them sound downright painful. Many also call for shaving my groin area. I don't want to do that. I don't care if it is the latest fad." Both women laughed at my remark. "We'll work it out somehow," Jenny said. "There may be other ways. I need to start researching the whole field of crossdressing, maybe I'll come across something." "I can help with your research if you like," I told her. "At least until school starts again." "Okay," Jenny replied. "I'll email some things you can check out for me. Right now I want to investigate what kind of merchandise I should stock and what types of services I can offer. What I have in mind is a 'full service' facility." The conversation moved on touching on a number of subjects. Like what kind of clothes to bring for the vacation. Mom set out sandwich makings and we ate a light supper. We took a bottle of wine and glasses to the computer and checked our mail, Jenny took a look at hers too. We checked some of the websites I had found for crossdressers. I suggested to Jenny that she start from scratch. She would want to follow her own leads. We relaxed on the mat all together. All three of us had been well fed and well fucked. We were in a calm and restful mood. For myself, I felt close to the others a sense of belonging. As if we were all one. When we thought it was bedtime we went upstairs. The closeness of naked bodies and the scents of lust were making us aroused once again. The restful interlude was over. We were soon in a circle of joy. When each of the women had cum, at least once, we switched around and continued. Our faces were buried in wet pussies or mouths full of hard cock until we had all cum. We kissed and licked juices from faces and shared the tastes of cum, man's and women's. It was time to sleep then. I woke first. I ran to the kitchen to start the coffee. I peed in the downstairs bath then ran back upstairs to brush my teeth. I checked my makeup and wig in the mirror. The makeup needed some work, but the wig looked okay. Back downstairs the coffee was ready. I got a couple of good jolts before I heard Eloise coming downstairs. As we had come to expect, Jenny was the last one up. As a matter of fact Eloise went upstairs to wake Jenny while I prepared breakfast. Unlike the previous morning when we had cinnamon rolls I cooked a bacon and eggs, toast and all that. I put everything in the warmer and made sure there was fresh coffee. Eloise came back with Jenny in tow and I put a cup on the table for her. Over breakfast the talk turned to our vacation. It was only a little over a month before it started. Jenny said she could make at least one more visit before we met at the resort. Both Mom and I told her she should visit as often as she could. Jenny suggested that we could visit her too, but she pointed out that her house was a lot smaller. "But come anyway," she said. "Let Gina see what accommodations I have for her." Eloise thought that sounded like a good Idea and looked at me for my thoughts. I agreed with her and said so. Mom sent Jenny and I upstairs to be alone for a while. The bedroom smelled like sex. I found it to be a turn on and Jenny seemed to too. On the bed she sucked me until I was throbbing hard then pulled me on top of her to fuck her. We came together with splendid mutual orgasms and laid together sated. "I'm looking forward to your visit," she said. "I hope everything works out for the three of us." I found myself wishing the same thing. Jenny and mother were developing a rapport and I was developing a real fondness toward her. My Gina persona was starting to look at her like a big sister. An incestuous one, to be sure, but one who gave good advice and help. "You and Mom need some time alone together," I told her. "I'll go downstairs and tell her to come up." "Oh, thank you, Gina. That is sweet of you." I put on my robe and went downstairs. Mom was at the computer. I told her to go upstairs to Jenny. I sat at the computer when she left it. She had been looking at the FLU Resort's site. I looked it over too. It looked like they had all the resort type activities and afternoon mixers where people could get to know each other. I killed time on the computer until Mom and Jenny came downstairs several hours later. Jenny had dressed, but Mom was wearing a bathrobe. Both wore sunny expressions. Their time alone had agreed with them. I made coffee for us and we ate lunch before Jenny left. Over the meal it was decided that we would visit Jenny in two weeks. Jenny left after we ate. There were lots of hugs and kisses and she got on her way. The next two weeks went by quickly. I stayed in my feminine outfit almost all the time. I even made a couple of trips for groceries, but to a store where I wasn't known. Mom and I made love every night. She thoroughly enjoyed coming home to me as Gina. Our dinners were often hasty affairs so we could spend more time making love. Our visit to Jenny was a pleasant affair with lots of hot sex. Her house, as she had told us, was a bit small, but I thought it was big enough, we would only be using one bedroom. There was a second bedroom that she had set her computer up in. It was also used for storage. She said she could clear it out before I came to stay with her and we could use it as an office, or for study. Since her bed was only a queen we had brought the mat with us. I took it in when we arrived. Eloise and Jenny made a large bed out of it with sheets and lots of pillows. We spent Friday night on the mat. Jenny was the center of attention. Mom and I both ate her pussy and she ate both of us. She straddled me and impaled herself on my hard cock with a sigh of satisfaction. We fell asleep on the mat. Sometime during the night someone threw blankets over us. We did wake up refreshed. After coffee we all showered. The shower was too crowded, but we managed. We went out for breakfast. As before my feminine image was successful. I was becoming more and more confident. My voice was constantly improving, but it was the most vulnerable part of my facade. After breakfast Jenny drove us by the two businesses that catered to crossdressers. One of them seemed to be an adjunct to a shop that sold sex toys. The other was a little more upscale. But it too seemed to consider crossdressers only a sideline. Jenny and I visited the second shop. We were obviously interested in the lingerie for men, but we didn't find a large selection. The staff was helpful and friendly. We checked out the few other customers. There were only three at the time. Two of them were young, about college age. The third appeared to be in his thirties. Jenny showed us around the town. We had lunch and went back to the store we had visited. We sat outside for an hour and to see how much business there was. It picked up considerably in the afternoon. Many of the men entering acted a little furtively. Jenny remarked on that fact. "My place will have to provide privacy," "We'll need to check their amount of business again after college starts again," she said as we were leaving. By the time we got back to her house we were all horny and ready. I could sense the lust in the air of the car. Pheromones? Whatever, the women were sensing it too. In the house we shed our outer clothes and gathered on the mat. Mom made it plain that it was Jenny she wanted. She had had me every night for the previous two weeks, except for the night before. Jenny wanted us both. She had been alone for those two weeks. There were a few minutes of fondling and foreplay. We didn't need much. I was hard and the ladies were wet. The scent of musk strong. We made a circle, Mom was avidly eating Jenny's pussy. I had my face buried in my mother's wet cunt and Jenny was sucking my cock. It was enough to take the edge off the horniness that had built up in several hours of being together. We laid together on the mat. Jenny offered to show Mom some of her vibrators. "I'm tempted," Eloise said. "I know from using the one built into the belt that they can be thrilling. But, I don't want them to replace Gina. "But I'll use one on you if you like, Jenny. In fact I have been wondering about you and I with strap ons." "That might be fun," Jenny replied. "Let's keep it in mind." We all put on a few clothes. Jenny made a pitcher of iced tea and we gathered at her computer to see what she had done so far about her business idea. Jenny had a lot of work done. It was obvious that she was taking her idea seriously and was putting time in on it. "I'll have a preliminary business plan ready by the time we go on vacation," she told us. "Very preliminary. There will be a lot of gaps and question marks." Dinner was stew. Jenny had taken a page from our book and made it ahead of time. It would only have to be warmed up and a minimum of time needed to prepare a meal. We complimented Jenny on her cooking. It really was quite good. Our after dinner conversation was quite explicitly sexual. Specifically whether we should save new experiences for our vacation, or try them first. On one hand there would be the excitement of all of us discovering something together. On the other hand there was the possibility of ruining our vacation with a bad experience. "Well let's ask ourselves, what's the worst that could happen?" Mom said. "A little soreness? Embarrassment? Nothing we can't get over." "I don't think any of us seem to be against making the vacation a time of sexual exploration," Jenny said. "I have some thoughts about what I'd like to try." I hadn't said anything. Both the women were adventurous. Jenny was more knowledgeable and experienced. Mom was resistant to vibrators, except in cases like the strap on. Over time these things would work out. "I think we can rush things too much," I put in. "I'm in favor of taking things slowly. To digest and savor an experience before we rush to the next." Both women looked at me. "Gina," Jenny said. "You're the youngest one of us. I thought youth was supposed to be impetuous, but I think you're exactly right." "I do too," Mom agreed. "Much of what we are already doing is new and exciting. I don't want to become jaded. Not until I am very old." The conversation had us worked up enough that we headed for the bedroom. Both women put their belts on. I wore a filmy, knee length nightgown. I got pegged twice before the night was over. Jenny sucked me as I rode Eloise cowgirl style. Later Eloise did the same as I rode Jenny's cock. Eloise and I were alone when I woke up. It was the first time that Jenny was ever awake before Mom and I. I let Eloise sleep and went down to the kitchen. Jenny was there, looking radiant. She kissed me warmly and got me coffee. "Let Eloise sleep," Jenny said. "I'll wake her later if she's still asleep." "You know," she told me. "I'm really looking forward to our vacation." "I'm already on a vacation," I said with a smile. "But I know what you mean." Eloise joined us before long. She hadn't slept much longer than me. She joined the conversation. Jenny warmed up some pastries for our breakfast. After we ate we went back upstairs. Jenny wanted to make love with Mom and I. All of us together. We made love for over almost two hours. I came twice, both women multiple times. Jenny made love to Eloise with the strap on. It was a first for Eloise and she enjoyed it. She clasped Jenny to her as if she was a man fucking her. I ate them both and fucked Jenny as Mom masturbated next to us. We showered and dressed. I dressed casually, like a girl in her late teens. Denim skirt and tank top. My short wig and just enough makeup to pass. We got on our way and were home by midafternoon. We were both a little tired from our weekend, and relaxed too. We took our bags upstairs to unpack but didn't do much more than open them. We laid on the bed together and had a nap. We ordered a pizza for dinner and emailed Jenny to tell her what a wonderful weekend it had been. Mom had work the next day so we went to bed early. We both fell asleep easily and woke well rested. We talked about the future the next day. We both agreed, we were very attracted to Jenny. But, neither of us thought we were at the point of making a commitment, except to each other. Mom thought Jenny's idea for a cross dresser salon had possibilities. She wanted to do a little research of her own. She also floated the idea of taking early retirement if things worked out. Time went fast and our trip to the resort came quickly. Jenny would meet us at the inn. That was the easiest arrangement. Packing, of course was a problem for me. I still didn't know if I should be girl or boy. No matter which. I needed lingerie and sleepwear for when we were in our suite. Wigs took up a lot of space. I decided to wear one and bring one more with us. The morning we were to leave, it was a Sunday, I depilated and shaved all the other areas carefully. I wore the denim skirt again with heeled sandals, tank top and my short wig. We met Jenny at the resort. She had arrived a little before us and met us in the lounge. We all hugged and exchanged warm kisses. Our suite was excellent. Both rooms large and well appointed. The bathroom too was roomy with a large walk in shower. It was a beautiful June day outside and we walked around the grounds. The resort was on the shore of a lake. There was swimming in the lake, or a pool. The grounds were well kept. Besides the pool there were tennis courts and a nine hole golf course. There was a larger course not far away, but none of us were golfers. There was also a casino within a half hour's drive. We went back to our suite and did some unpacking. We decided to wait until after dinner to make love. There was the question, again, of how I should dress. I decided it myself. "I enjoy feeling feminine," I said. "We are here to enjoy ourselves and so I shall dress as the mood takes me." Jenny laughed. Mom looked a little concerned, but only for a minute. We touched up my makeup a bit and went to the dining room. Both food and service were excellent. The dining room was quite full. Most of the other guests were couples or threesomes. There were a couple of tables with four. In both cases three women and one man. There were also a few family groups with young children. Yes, of course we were curious. We had never before met, in person, with others in an incestuous lifestyle. I exclude Jenny of course. She was a special circumstance, very special. There were no activities scheduled for Sunday evening. Starting Monday there were mixers every afternoon, or dancing in the lounge after dinner. There would be live music Thursday through Saturday. We were somewhat ambivalent about the activities. We were here for each other, not to meet people. Even so we thought we should mingle a little. If for no other reason, to get to know how other people handled their incestuous lifestyle. We didn't linger long after our meal. We were, quite frankly, horny. We hadn't seen Jenny for a couple of weeks and both Mom and I were looking forward to a night with her. Jenny, too, was hot and ready for lovemaking with both of us. Our first night was catch up. I put on one of my most feminine nightgowns. Mom and I put Jenny between us and both made love to her. We ended up in a circle of joy. Jenny was happily sucking my cock, Eloise eating Jenny's pussy and me sucking on my mother's clit. In the morning we decided that it would be easier for me to dress as a man most of the time. Of course I could still enjoy the femininity of panties, and even nylons. In the privacy of our suite I would be able to indulge myself with more womanly apparel. There had been no problems the evening before when I wore my feminine dress for dinner. But we decided not to advertise the fact that I am a crossdresser. The hotel had a very good breakfast buffet. After we ate, overate actually, we napped until the housekeeping people came to clean the suite. We retired to the suite again after a light lunch. The hotel had put out another buffet, but we ate sparingly. Jenny had brought her toy collection with her. She wanted to show Eloise how much fun they could be. Jenny was also intent on finding ways to involve all three of us in sex. Sure, we were already doing that with our circles of joy. She thought there were probably lots of ways to make a chain, she wanted to try them all. My mother and I were not averse to her ideas. In fact we had been thinking along the same lines. The women had been thrilled when one sucked me while the other butt fucked me. I came explosively and filled their mouths with my creamy cum. They both, me too in fact, wanted to try variations of that. That first afternoon Eloise was on her back as Jenny ate her pussy. Jenny's ass was invitingly elevated. An invitation for me to slide my cock into her wet pussy. When Jenny felt me enter her she slid a well lubed vibrator into Eloise's ass. I heard a startled gasp from my mother that quickly became the gasp and moans of satisfaction. After a short rest they changed places. Mom ate Jenny's cunt and plied a vibrator in her butt. I knelt beside Jenny's head and she sucked me until I came. Both women had enjoyed multiple orgasms by the time I filled Jenny's mouth with my hot creamy cum. We rested until dinnertime. We did not make it to the mixer the first afternoon. We were too wrapped up in each other to be interested in others. We rested until dinnertime then ate sparingly, as we had at lunch. We skipped the dancing that night too. We went right back to our suite. Ethel and Gene, A New Life Ch. 06 I changed into a sheer, and short, nightie. Eloise and Jenny stripped their clothes off except for nylons, and for Jenny, a garter belt. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and lips. Kissing, sucking and fondling. We all made love with the others. Sometimes woman on woman, sometimes man to woman. And, yes, I counted as a woman some of the time. Our love making lasted until after midnight when we had pretty much exhausted ourselves and fell asleep clasping each other. Over our morning coffee we told each other how great it had been. We showered, dressed and went to breakfast. As before we overate. We napped afterward until the housekeepers came to do the room. We found a secluded spot in the lounge and Jenny showed Mom her preliminary business plan. Mom seemed to like what she saw. Jenny had done a lot of research about the viability of her ideas. She was quite sure there would be a market for her concepts. After another light lunch we spent some time by the pool until almost time for the afternoon mixer. We decided to attend and changed into casual clothes. It was, in a word, interesting. I was fascinated by the thought that everyone in attendance was involved in an illicit relationship. We met some interesting people including a few that were looking to expand their family. We were quite satisfied as we were, so we didn't indicate any interest. And so the week went. Wednesday evening we danced until midnight. Thursday Eloise and I laid on either side of Jenny and told her we loved her. Jenny cried with joy and told us how much she had hoped we did. "I've loved both of you since we first met," she told us. When our time ended we knew that our future was set. That we would be lovers. That we would be together as a family. An incestuous, loving family. ***Interlude*** I had graduated from my two year college with excellent grades. I would be starting at the state university in the fall. I did not apply to any schools but State. Jenny was from that town and I would be living with her. Jenny and Mom had put their heads together. Jenny was almost ready to start her business, but there was still a lot of groundwork left to do. Jenny had been making contacts and lining up staff. She had made contacts with cosmetologists, doctors and plastic surgeons. She had also contacted the shop in New York that had made my bras. They were discussing an arrangement. She had set me up with a shop that did hair removal. I had decided to go for a total beard removal. It would take time and would normally have been quite expensive, but considering the business that Jenny's business could send their way they did it for practically nothing. Now that I think about it I guess I should be saying our business. We had all become equal partners in the firm. Mom was providing most of the financing. I was expected to become an active part of the organization when I graduated. Until then I would help all I could, but the other women insisted that my studies came first. My feminization continued. Now, though, the changes were less pronounced. I was letting my hair grow. It wouldn't be considered unusual at the university. A plastic surgeon did some work on my eyebrow ridges to make them less prominent. I had learned how to do a tuck. (Press my testicles up into my abdomen to hide them.) With tight panties to keep my cock in place I was able to wear my short shorts if I wanted to. But I seldom went through the tucking process. It wasn't often needed. I usually preferred to wear skirts and dresses. We talked about hormones and decided against them. Both Eloise and Jenny said they wanted a beautiful woman with a big cock. A big hard cock Eloise emphasized. My outlook hadn't changed. I didn't want to be a woman. I just wanted to feel, and look, feminine. Our sex was still wonderful and thrilling. I still lived at home with Eloise, but we got together with Jenny almost every weekend. I would be moving to her place when school started in the fall. ***Interlude*** This will be just a brief note to let you know about the success of our business. We will be expanding soon. Next week our salon in Eloise's and my home town opens. We are investigating opportunities in several other cities too. I graduated a year ago and am working at our original salon. I am only there to get a feel for our work. I will be moving into the corporate office within the year. I work with straight men, often married, who want to feel feminine. Others on our staff are trannies. They work with those men who wish to become women. My feminization is complete. I am just what my lovers Eloise and Jenny desire. A lovely woman with a big cock. We still explore new ways to please each other. Our love continues to grow. Life is good.