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Andy's Journey Ch. 01

By: Borntolust



This story is about an incestuous relationship. There are also elements of submission and dominance.

All characters are age eighteen or older.

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My name is Andrew, usually called Andy. This is the story of my journey, an account of my private ways. Some may call it a tale of degradation, not I. While outwardly a normal American male I had a secret life that, ultimately, brought me joy and satisfaction. But that would bring me disgrace and condemnation if it was ever revealed.

It was my ex-wife who got me started wearing women's panties. Her name was Amanda. A tall, voluptuous woman who turned men's heads. Some people wondered what she saw in me. It didn't matter. She did say once that she was attracted to small men. That was enough to get us together. She had flirted with me to get me to ask her out. I had never thought I would have a chance with such a statuesque woman. When she found out how well-endowed I am it was a whole new ball game.

Our sex life was an adventure. The night before our wedding she urged me to try on her panties. I was in love and could not refuse her. I tried them on and they fit. I am a little on the small side, 5' 6" and slim. Although fit, I am not muscular. In fact Amanda was taller than me by an inch or two. She had a well-shaped ass that was broad enough that the silk panties fit my small frame.

I ate her cunt that night while wearing the panties. Somehow it seemed to make me enjoy her aromatic pussy even more than usual. Later she sucked my cock after pulling the silken underwear down onto my thighs, just far enough to free my hard shaft.

I was wearing her panties under my tux the next day for our wedding. By then I had realized that I was enjoying the feel of them against my skin and the silken support for my balls. Over the course of the next couple of years we continued our adventurous ways. Amanda kept urging me into women's lingerie, and later skirts and blouses. She would spend an hour or more making me up and fitting me with a wig. I never complained. I had come to enjoy the feeling of femininity I had developed.

By the end of the fourth year of our marriage I was regularly wearing a sheer nightgown to bed and acting as a surrogate lesbian lover for her. I was mostly content. Her pussy was wet and fragrant. On occasion she would squirt and I would avidly lap up her cum. I seldom fucked her any more. Despite the fact that I am well hung and that Amanda thoroughly enjoyed it when she did take my cock into her lovely pussy.

Although I would get throbbing hard-ons. I usually had to find relief through masturbation. A couple of times a month she would push me onto my back and ride me until she had cum several times. Only at those few times was I was allowed to cum in her pussy. She would sit on my face afterwards and I would suck my cum out of her lovely cunt. Other times she would butt fuck me with a strap on. I enjoyed that. The stimulation of my prostrate would cause me to cum explosively. She would laugh at the puddle of my seed on the sheets. 

It was at the end of that fourth year of marriage that she introduced me to Sam and Jane. Then told me she was leaving me for them. "A real man and a real woman." She had said.

I was crushed. I tried to talk her out of it. She was the only woman I had ever loved. I was wasting my breath. She despised me now, loathed the creature she herself had created. Defeated, I called my mother and asked if she could put me up for a while.

Amanda had a good income, as did I. We are both accountants. She didn't ask for much. She only wanted to be rid of me. I slunk home to Mother and gave her the house in the divorce settlement.

My women's clothing I put in storage. I did keep a few pairs of panties to wear when I was alone.

Somehow I was able to keep my job. It was close, though. I had a few friends at work, they didn't know about my cross dressing, who helped me get over the worst. They took up the slack for me and saved my job. I have to admit that my boss gave me every break he could. I was sincerely grateful to all of them. 

My mother, too, was supportive. She never pried too much into the reasons for the failure of my marriage. She told me I could stay as long as I wanted too. We had lost my father to an accident when I was in my early teens. She said she was happy to have a man around the house again.

Mom, Alice, was in her mid-forties. Like my ex-wife she was a largish woman, but not as tall or as shapely. In fact she is just enough overweight to show a few bulges. Buxom would describe her well. She was 5' 8" and weighed about 170, on a large frame. She was a pleasant looking woman and very friendly. She had been a loving mother to me and we became very close after the loss of my father.

Mom had occasional dates, but nothing ever caught fire for her. She had several women friends who would get together for bridge or a night out. Two of the women were especially close friends. Both lived quite close to us and she would often get together with one, or both, for coffee or a drink. 

She had a good job and was financially secure. Mom's background, like mine, was accounting. She had worked her way up to an executive position with a regional bank. Even though she had a good income, and was scrupulously honest, Mom had always seemed a little grasping to me. She was always looking for a way to make more money. I could ignore her trivial greediness. She is my mother and I love her.

I tried to make myself useful to my mother. I had offered, several times, to find an apartment; but she wouldn't hear of it. I didn't want to impose on her so I tried to be as helpful as I could. I helped with the housework and some of the cooking. I took over the laundry too.

I liked to put on panties when doing the laundry. I would wear my male clothing over them. Doing the laundry gave me a chance to wash the panties I wore without Mom finding out about them. There was another reason for taking care of our washing. I was able to sniff and taste Mom's panties. Amanda used to rub her soiled undergarments over my face. I had found myself looking forward to it. Mom's were even nicer, I was soon anticipating putting on silky panties and using laundry chores as an opportunity to bury my face in her savory underwear.

Mom had never said she disapproved of Amanda, and when I came back home she didn't say anything against her either. That is until she ran into Amanda at a nightclub while out with her friends. I had been back home for several months by then. Amanda was with Sam and Jane. She introduced them to Mom as her new family and then asked snidely, "How is pantie boy doing. Does he still dress up?" 

Mom asked her what she meant and Amanda said. "You mean he wears man clothes now?"

Amanda walked away from her after her last remark. Mom resisted an urge to run after her and make her explain. It would have caused a big scene that would only have hurt me, her son. Mom looked around to see if any of her friends had overheard, but no one was close.

After a restless night Mom decided she had better talk to me. If for no other reason to let me know what my ex was saying about me. It was a Saturday so work wasn't a problem for either of us.

Mom was in the kitchen when I came downstairs in the morning. She smiled at me and poured my coffee. After I had enough to get me going I asked her. "How was your night out?"

"Not too good," she told me. "I'll tell you all about it after breakfast."

After we ate she told me what had happened. I was stunned, and almost speechless.

"I am only telling you about what happened, Andy. That bitch is spreading lies about you."

I broke down completely. "It's not a lie, Mom," I sobbed. 

I started to tell her the story stammering and stuttering in my grief. Soon after I started to tell my sad tale, between snivels, Mom took my hand and led me to the living room couch. She sat close to me and put her arms around me drawing me to her ample bosom.

I couldn't tell her the details of my married life, only the fact that I liked to wear women's clothing. I would break down in tears whenever I started to talk. Mom hugged me and petted me. "It will be alright, Andy," she told me in a soft voice. "I know you're a real man."

We sat like that all morning. Occasionally I would try to tell her more of my story, but would break down again after on a couple of sentences. I couldn't eat lunch and Mom led me to my bedroom.

"Lie down and rest, Honey," she told me. "We can talk more later."

My sobs had ceased, but could start again in an instant. Mom sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss my forehead. I clutched at her like a drowning man. "We'll prove you're a man, Andy." She said.

She stayed with me for a half hour, or so. I was starting to doze off when she leaned down to kiss me again. "You can dress like that for me, Andy, if you want to. I think it would be fun."

I opened my eyes wide and looked at her, surprised at her words. 

"Really," she said. "You're my little boy and I love you. Get some rest now."

I dozed off for a couple of hours. I woke up thinking about what Mom had said. Did she really think it would be fun for me to dress up for her? It was almost too much to hope for. I got up and took a quick shower. It made me feel a little better and I put on a pair of my favorite panties instead of my boxers. The panties were silky with a couple of small bows and lace trim. I covered myself with a robe and went downstairs. Mom insisted that I eat something since I hadn't had lunch. She fixed me a small snack and then we went to sit on the couch again.

She held me close, as she had earlier, and encouraged me to tell more of my story. I was able to get a little more off my chest, but soon dissolved into tears again. In distress I lay on her lap and rubbed my face against her breasts trying to feel the comfort that I had got from her as a small child.

Mom responded like the mother of a baby. She held my head as if I was suckling her and made soothing sounds to calm me. My mouth found its way to her tit. In my torment I sucked at it through her dress and bra.

Mom slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders as I continued to suck at the fabric. She pushed me back far enough to let the bodice fall to her waist and opened the clasps at the front of her bra.

Her plump tits sprang free and she pulled my head back to suckle again, at her bare breast now. I sucked at her nipples feeling them harden between my lips. I nipped her a time or two and she sighed when I did. Sucking her tit had a remarkably calming effect on me. I stayed at her breasts, switching between them, for about a half hour.

I had gathered some courage as she calmed me. I looked up at her and asked, "Did you mean it when you said it might be fun for me to dress up?"

"Yes," she replied, but she didn't say anything more.

"It wouldn't disgust you?" I asked.

"You're my son, Andy. I love you however you want to be."

"Everything's in storage," I said. "Except for some panties."

"We can go get it if you want to," Mom said. "It's still early enough."

"Yes, let's," I said. I felt excited. "I'll get dressed."

I jumped up and started for the stairs but Mom called me. I stopped and looked at her. Her breasts were still bare and she looked beautiful to my biased eye.

"Are you wearing panties now?" 

I nodded and she said, "Show me."

I was embarrassed but managed to open my robe and show her my pantie clad loins.

"Take your robe off and turn around," she commanded.

I obeyed and dropped my robe to the floor. With my hands on my hips I playfully turned full circle, like a model, to give her the full view.

"They look nice," she said. "You don't need to hide yourself under a robe."

"Thank you, Mom. I'll be ready in a couple of minutes."

I turned to go upstairs but changed my mind and ran back to Mom to hug and kiss her. My heart was full of gratitude and love for her. I wanted her to know it. 

"I love you so much," I told her.

Within a couple of hours we were back at the house with my things and some Chinese carryout for dinner. Mom helped me to carry my bags to my room.

Mom stayed with me as I picked out a lacy bra that matched my panties. We, my ex and I, had found a shop that catered to cross dressers and had bought several that were designed for men to wear. We had preferred those with little, or no, padding. Rather we liked the bra to mold the fleshy parts of my chest into a pair of small breasts.

Mom watched me put it on observing as I pushed my breasts into the semblance of a bosom. She smiled at me when I had it to my satisfaction. 

"It looks very nice, Andy, sexy. I like it."

I got a silk robe from my suitcase and put it on. Together Mom and I went downstairs. Mom suggested a drink before dinner and I agreed. She made one for each of us and we sat on the couch and chatted.

Our conversation was not about my failed marriage or my cross dressing. Rather we talked about our work and her friends, Bridget and Myra. Bridget was married with a daughter in college, Myra had been divorced for many years; she had no children.

We finished our drinks and ate dinner. Afterwards we sat together again on the couch. Mom let me snuggle up to her, but did not offer me her breast again. We turned on the TV but weren't really watching it. The sound was low so we could talk. We still avoided the subject of my marriage but Mom seemed interested in my feminization.

I mentioned that I would have to shave my legs so I could wear my nylons. 

"That would look nice," Mom exclaimed. "I'll look forward to it. You can feel free to dress like that around the house, Andy. So far I find it quite erotic."

Mom's words surprised me, but I refrained from commenting.

We talked a little longer. Then Mom said it was time for bed. I agreed. Before we went upstairs Mom looked at me and said seriously. "Andy, I think you have to talk all this out. About your marriage and Amanda. You can tell me whenever you feel like talking."

"Thank you, Mom," I responded. "That's nice to know. There is much I haven't told you." I was on the verge of breaking down again and Mom hugged me until I was calm again. We went upstairs then.

In my bedroom I got a sheer nightgown out of my suitcase and put it on after taking my bra and panties off. I enjoyed the feel of the sheer fabric again my bare flesh. I went to bed, but could not get to sleep. Alone in my bedroom the angst returned to haunt me. I found myself racked with sobs and alone in my bed.

Mom must have heard me. She came and sat on the side of my bed trying to calm my shattered nerves. She lay down next to me and held me. As before her embrace calmed me. She caressed me and petted me until I fell into a calm sleep.

I woke in the morning to find myself in bed with my mother. She had slept with me to keep me calm. It had worked. I felt rested. My feeling of tranquility vanished when I realized that I was spooned behind my mother with a hard-on nestled in the crack of her butt. My arm was over her and my hand inside her nightgown fondling her tit. Her own hand covered mine.

Aghast I tried to move away before she woke. I was even more shocked when she said, "Don't move."

After short while she said, "I guess I better get up. I need to go to the bathroom."

She moved my hand from her breast and stood. I saw that she was dressed in a cotton nightgown that, although low necked, did not reveal much. She came back after her trip to the bathroom and sat on the side of the bed. She leaned down to kiss me. On the lips this time. The kiss lingered for a moment, just long enough to be more than motherly.

"I'll start breakfast," She said. "Come downstairs when you're ready." 

She started to leave but turned back to me. "I meant it," she told me. Her voice was a little husky. "Dress like you want to."

I lay in bed for a few moments wondering about my mother. Her voice had sounded like Amanda's had, early in our marriage, when she was aroused. There was also the fact that Mom had not only accepted my hard cock against her ass, she had even held my hand to her bare tit.

I got up and put on a pair of panties and my silk robe. I would dress later.

In the kitchen I found mom, with a light bathrobe over her nightgown, fixing breakfast. She gave me a cup of coffee and I sat at the table.

Mom served us both breakfast and I cleared the table afterwards. I sat back down and my mother looked at me.

"I have a question," she said. "But I don't really know how to ask it."

I didn't say anything, only looked at her with an eyebrow raised.

She went on after a pause. "You were hard this morning, and feeling my boob. Almost like you were horny." Mom was having a tough time with this. She was clearly embarrassed.

"Was it only because you had to pee, or were you aroused?"

"I was asleep, Mom," I told her. "But, yes, I was aroused. I'm very sorry it happened."

"Don't be sorry about it, Andy." She said. "I'm only curious because I didn't think women would stimulate you."

"Oh, Mom. You mean you thought I'm gay?"

"Well yes, Dear. I did think that."

"I'm not, Mom. I'm only attracted to women."

"I need to think," Mom said. "Let's talk more later. Right now I'll go shower and dress."

I followed her upstairs. I waited until I heard her shower stop before I started my own. I didn't want to compete for hot water. Mom used her own bathroom attached to her bedroom. I used the hall bath. We had two guest bedrooms that the hall bath would also be for, but they were seldom used. In fact one of the guest rooms had become a storage room. Mom's bath was quite large with a tub and a separate, large, walk in shower. The hall bath only had a shower, but it too was quite roomy.

I showered and shaved my legs, under arms too. Back in my room I dressed in panties and bra. I dug out a wraparound skirt and a silky blouse. I adore wraparound skirts. There is something sexy about them that really turns me on. As I was putting it on I had a memory of Amanda wearing one in our happier days. 

I didn't put on any makeup but I did draw nylons over my freshly shaven legs and decided to wear a pair of pumps with moderate heels.

It was the first time since I had left Amanda that I had been able to indulge in my fetish for women's clothes. Then I had a flash of reality. I was only fooling myself by thinking things like since I left Amanda. The brutal truth was that she had kicked me out.

Downstairs I found Mom in the kitchen with a cup of coffee. She wore a dress that was a little low cut in front showing just a hint of cleavage. I noticed that she wore nylons too and heels similar to those I had on.

She got up and brought me a cup of coffee as I sat opposite her. We were silent as I took a sip of coffee. Then Mom said, "You look nice, Dear. Do you ever wear makeup?"

"Often," I replied. "And jewelry too."

"I can help you with the makeup," Mom said. "If you need help, that is."

"I'm not really too good at it, Mom. I can handle lipstick and rouge, but that's about all. Amanda usually did my face for me."

"I'll help you then," Mom said with a tone that indicated that the question was settled.

Mom went on then. "I must admit, Andy, that I thought you were gay. I was surprised to find out you weren't.

"I think you should tell me more about your life with Amanda." She continued. "I realize it will be hard for you, but it may be cathartic if you do talk about it. You need to purge the demons that are haunting you. I don't mean your dress, or your femininity. I mean the pain inflicted on you by her."

It was a relief to hear that she wasn't going to try to change my ways. But she had said before that she thought it might be fun and had even offered to help.

"I think," Mom said. "That it might be a good idea to take a vacation from work. Both of us. Do you think you can get any time off?"


Andy's Journey Ch. 01



"Things are slow right now," I replied. "I think they will be happy to let me take vacation time." 

Fortunately I had got past the bad times I had been going through after my marriage breakup. My work was up to par once again and I was in good graces with my bosses. But the recent developments might well bring on a recurrence. I felt like I would be better off away from the office. 

"I'll go into work tomorrow and make arrangements to start vacation right away. I can probably turn my work over to someone else and take the rest of the week off."

"I should be able to get the same days off," Mom said. "In fact I know I can. That will give us four days plus next weekend to work on your problem.

"Let's not start on that just yet," She added. "We can wait until our time off begins. Is there anything special you'd like to do today?"

"Well I have to unpack my suitcases, and probably wash a few things," I told her.

"I'll help you," Mom said. "Would you like to be made-up?"

"That would be nice," I said. "But we will only have to take it back off for work tomorrow. If I could I'd like to use your tub this evening for a bath."

"We'll put a little make up on you. Not too much for now. We can do more tomorrow evening when our vacations start. I'm anxious to see you with one of your wigs. We can do that today."

We finished our coffee and went to my room. We spent a couple of hours unpacking and hanging things up. Mom admired some of my things. Especially an evening gown I had worn for Amanda a few times. She also liked some of my nightgowns. They were all very sheer and quite daring. Amanda had liked me to wear them over a garter belt and nylons.

When we were done with the suitcases mom told me to bring my makeup and a wig to her bathroom. There, after she made me shave closely, she made up my eyes and lips. My eyebrows needed a lot of work. I tried to strike a middle ground between feminine and masculine. I clipped dangle earrings to my ears and she put the wig on my head. Together we looked at me in the mirror. I was still wearing the blouse and wrap around skirt I had put on earlier.

"You look very nice," she said.

I agreed. I felt beautiful too. It had been so long since I had been able to let my feminine side free. She was free now, for a few hours, and reveling in the sensuous feelings flowing through my body.

I tried to tell Mom how good it felt to once more be dressed as a sexy lady, but I didn't have the words to describe the sensation properly.

"I think I know what you're talking about," my mother said. "Women get that feeling when they are dressed for a romantic night out or to join a lover in bed."

We went back downstairs and Mom fixed us a light lunch. After we ate we cuddled together on the couch and watched a movie. Just being near my mom was having a relaxing effect on me. I laid my head on her lap and pushed my face into her bosom. She held me there but did not bare her boobs as she had the day before.

We ordered pizza for dinner. We didn't feel like cooking. I answered the door when for the delivery. It was a man about my age who didn't seem to notice I was anything but an attractive lady. I didn't speak. That would have given the game away. I gave him a little goodbye flutter with my fingers as he left.

I felt like I had passed a test as I closed the door. I hadn't even done my nails and still had appeared like a woman to him.

After our pizza we lingered over coffee and liqueur. Then I thought it was time for my bath. I undressed in my room and went to Mom's bath wearing my robe. As the tub was filling I scrubbed the makeup from my face. I added my favorite bubble bath and luxuriated in the hot bath for almost an hour, it had been so long since I had indulged myself.

Back in my room I chose one of my longer nightgowns. I did not wear a bra or panties under it. I covered myself with my silk bathrobe and rejoined my mother downstairs. Mom was on the couch. She could see the top of my nightgown peeking out where the top of my robe was open.

"That looks nice," She said. "Let me see how it looks on you."

"I better not, Mom," I stammered. "I'm not wearing anything under it."

"I don't think it matters, but just show me the top part if you'd rather. Don't forget you have shown yourself to me in your panties."

I opened the top part of my robe and showed her the upper part of the nightgown. 

I sat next to her on the couch.

"There were a few times today when I felt like you were my daughter," Mom told me.

"Thank you, Mom. That makes me feel good."

I hugged her then. "I'm very nervous about tomorrow, Mom. About telling you everything about my life with Amanda."

"I know honey, so am I. Will you be able to sleep tonight?"

"I don't know," I told her.

"Well sleep with me again. That might help," Mom offered.

"Are you sure that's okay, Mom?"

"It will be fine, Baby. You're my little boy and you're hurting."

"Ok then, Mom. I know I'll feel better with you close."

We watched TV for an hour cuddled together on the couch. Then Mom said it was time for bed. I was feeling a little sleepy. The hot bath had relaxed my body and even calmed my tortured thoughts a little.

We went upstairs, Mom held my hand as we went to her bedroom. She told me to go ahead and get in bed while she changed.

I laid in the bed and watched Mom's shadowy form disrobing near the open door of her closet. A couple of nightlights provided the only illumination. Mom put on a cotton, full length nightgown that was rather sexless. She came back to the bed and laid next to me. She kissed me once, lightly, on the lips and said good night.

I told her goodnight in turn and drifted into a restful sleep. I woke when it was just starting to get light outside. Unlike the night before I did not have a hard-on. Instead I felt safe and secure. Mom and I were lying close together, each with an arm over the other's body.

I would have been content to lie there all day like that, but nature called. I eased out of bed and dashed to her bathroom to pee. I had to go to the hall bath to brush my teeth. Then I went downstairs to start the coffee.

When I got back to Mom's bedroom she was sitting up stretching. I hadn't put my bathrobe on yet and was wearing only the filmy nightie I had slept in. Mom looked at me with my cock, and the shadow of my pubes, dimly visible through the gauzy fabric. She didn't say anything, just nodded. I felt myself turning red in embarrassment.

"Coffee will be ready in a minute," I told her.

I found my robe draped over a chair. I put it on and went back to the kitchen to wait for my mother. She arrived soon but didn't say anything until she had finished most of her first cup of coffee.

"That is a very sexy nightgown, Andy. You look very good in it." Were her first words.

"Thank you, Mom. It's one of my favorites."

We didn't say much more except for normal morning talk. We ate a light breakfast, mostly pastries and juice. While we were having our breakfast Mom mentioned that she thought she could probably take off a few hours early. I thought I might be able to also and I told her I would try to be home early too.

After breakfast I asked Mom to check for any signs of makeup I may have left on my face. She didn't find any and I dressed for work. Mom got ready for work too and we left the house about the same time.

The first thing I did at the office was to ask my boss for some vacation time to take care of some family business. He agreed readily. I am a good employee, when not consumed by emotional torment, and had plenty of vacation time built up.

I had everything that needed to be done taken care of by two o'clock and took the rest of the day off. I told my boss, before I left that he could get me by email if he needed me for anything while I was off.

I was back home a little before Mom. I was debating with myself whether to change into panties, or not. I decided to wait until Mom got home. I was more than a little nervous. I had been fine at work when I had things to do to keep me occupied, but a vague fear was starting to creep into my mind. Even so I knew I had to do what needed to be done, and the sooner the better.

Mom got home shortly after me. She was dressed in a well fitted suit with a skirt. With her nylons and heels she looked very professional and very feminine. I decided that my mother is an attractive woman. The fact that she was overweight only added to her beauty in my eyes.

Mom suggested we have a drink and mixed us a couple. We sat on the couch and sipped them. Mom had shed her suit jacket to show a very pretty white blouse. 

Mom turned to me and took my hands in hers. "How would you like to dress, Dear? I think you will want to be comfortable."

I knew then that we were going to go through with it. That Mom would make me tell her everything. The vague fear I had been feeling was growing.

I swallowed and tried to instill a little courage into myself. "I think I'll change into something I feel at ease with." I told her.

I went upstairs and put on a pair of my favorite panties and a silky camisole. After thinking about it for a minute I decided to wear nylons. I thought the sensuous feel of them would help me relax. I added a pair of sandals, with two inch heels. I put on my silk robe and went back downstairs to my mother.

Mom had mixed us another drink and she handed it to me as I sat next to her on the couch. I sipped at it gratefully.

She waited until I had finished my drink before she drew me into her arms and told me to tell her everything.

I began to talk. I tried to tell her about the pleasure I got from fine lingerie, from wearing a skirt and blouse, or even a simple housedress. About how I wanted to dress like a woman, but I was sexually attracted only to females.

Mom listened and asked only a few questions. When I ran down she urged me to talk about my life with my ex-wife.

That was harder for me. I soon found myself, once again, sobbing in her lap. She knew how to calm me though, she had prepared. While I was changing she had removed her bra and put her blouse back on.

She let me cry for a while stroking my head and shoulders. She tried to get me talking once more, but I broke down again. My body was racked with sobs as I lay on her lap. It was then that she opened her blouse and gave me her tit.

I was flooded with gratitude as I sucked at her nipples. As she held me to her breast like her baby. She let me suckle at her for fifteen minutes, or so. She gently pushed me away then and urged me to sit up.

"Let's take a break and have dinner," she told me.

I was ready for a respite, even if it was a little early for dinner. Mom warmed up some leftover pizza and we ate a light meal. After we ate she fixed me another drink but poured wine for herself.

Back on the couch she let me sip at my drink until I had finished it. "You've told me how much you like dressing as a woman, Andy, but you haven't said anything about how it started."

So I snuggled up to my mother and, with my head on her shoulder, told her about the early days of my marriage. Those times when my ex-wife and I were happy and adventurous in our sex lives. I was trying to tell Mom about our oral escapades when she interrupted me.

"Andy, quit beating around the bush. Use the terms that are in your mind. If you ate her pussy say you ate her pussy. If she gave you a blow job call it a blow job. Believe me, I've been around long enough to have heard all the terms."

I was surprised at my mother's words. But it did make it easier for me. We talked for another hour. About how Amanda and I would suck and fuck all weekend. About how she used to dress me in silky lingerie and I would eat her pussy and she would suck me. I went on to tell her how we progressed to makeup, jewelry and dresses. About how I would wear my evening gown and we would have a candlelight dinner as if we were two attractive women seducing each other.

Mom called a halt about then. I had gone through that session fairly easily. But, I hadn't been discussing the break up. My life had been one of contentment until it crashed around me.

"We'll talk more tomorrow," Mom said. "Take your robe off and let me look at you."

I stood in front of her and dropped my robe. Mom looked at me and said, "Yes, I can see what attracted her. You look very appealing."

She let me sleep with her again that night. But this time I woke up with a hard-on. Like the first night we had slept together I was spooned into her back. My hand was on her tit and my hard cock lay against the bare cheek of her ass. Somehow, during the night, both our nightgowns had slid up to our waists.

I eased back away from my mother, reminding myself as I did, that she was my mother. That it was not appropriate to let my lust take control, even if I was asleep.

I peed, brushed my teeth, threw on a robe and went downstairs to get the coffee started. I was on my second cup before Mom showed up. After she finished her first cup I poured her another and sat back down.

She looked at me levelly. "It appears that we got a little more intimate last night."

I started to stammer out an apology.

"Don't worry about it, Andy," she told me and patted my hand with a smile.

She didn't say any more on the subject. After breakfast Mom said we should do a little housekeeping. I volunteered to clean the kitchen and bathrooms and do my regular laundry chore. Mom said she'd take care of everything else.

I didn't have to hide my panties while working. It gave me a little bit of a thrill to be doing housework in my feminine undies. Mom's panties were especially aromatic, as if her pussy had been producing more juices than normally.

We worked steadily and were done a little before noon. Mom hugged me and thanked me for the help. "Let's have lunch," she said. "Then we can continue what we started yesterday."

"Ok, Mom," I told her. "I think I might dress up a little more today. Will that be okay?"

"I think that will be fine, Andy. In fact let's make you into a real lady this afternoon. I'll help you."

"Thanks. Mom. I appreciate it."

I made a salad for us for lunch with lots of chicken and ham chopped up in it. It was quite good and Mom enjoyed it. I am a pretty good cook, like doing it.

"Let's go get dressed now," Mom said. "I need a shower after all that work this morning."

"Ok, Mom. You shower first. Then I'll get mine."

In my hall bathroom I shaved carefully as I listened for the sound of Mom's shower to stop. When I was satisfied that my face was smooth enough I took my own shower. I was really looking forward to getting dressed up. I was especially excited about my mother helping me. I thought that it showed she accepted me as I am.

After my shower I shaved carefully. Back in my bedroom I put on panties and a bra then drew on a sexy pair of seamed nylons. I put a lacy garter belt on too. I was mulling over what to wear over my lingerie when Mom came in. She was in a knee length robe. I could see she too was wearing nylons and had on a pair of stylish pumps. Her hair was fixed nicely. A little more relaxed than for work. Her face was made up and she looked very feminine and attractive. 

Mom helped me pick out a skirt that was a little on the short side and a nice printed blouse. I was pleased because they were some of my favorite clothes. I had a good collection of wigs. Mom picked one out for me, blond, chin length, a relaxed style. We went to Mom's bedroom next. I sat at her makeup table.

Mom did my nails first. Then made my face up. She used a minimum of makeup, but used it expertly. She put my wig on next using tape to hold it in place. Earrings and bracelets followed and a necklace. Last she knelt in front of me and put on the three inch heels I had chosen.

Mom led me to the full length mirror and I looked myself over. I must say that I was very pleased with my transformation.

We went downstairs to the living room and Mom fixed us a couple of drinks. We sat chatting for a while. I asked Mom if she was going to finish dressing, she was still in her robe. She answered that she would later.

I finished my drink and snuggled up to Mom. I was feeling more secure about telling her my story, even though I knew the worst was still to come.

The first part of what I talked about that afternoon was more about the happier times in my marriage. Then came the part about how things started to deteriorate and I didn't even realize it was happening. I told Mom about Amanda butt fucking me and about how it thrilled me. I described how she would impale her pussy on my cock then sit on my face as I joyfully ate my cum out of her wet cunt. I told my mother how those were the only times I was ever allowed to cum inside my wife. I described how a blowjob for me had become a distant memory. About how she would giggle as I masturbated after I had satisfied her; but left with only my own hand to relieve my throbbing hard-on. I told her of my shock and dismay when she had described Sam and Jane as a real man and a real woman.

I told my mother all these things between bouts of gut wrenching crying. I used the words she had told me to use. They made the story real to me, as if I was reliving it. But now it was agonizing. When it had happened I had been oblivious. 

Mom pushed me back from her and held me with her hands on my shoulders. She looked me in the eyes and told me. "You tried to be both her lesbian lover and her stud. You failed at both.

"But that does not mean you will fail with other women. You will succeed. I know it."

Mom was giving me a glimmer of hope, even as she made me face reality. She pulled me back close to herself and put my head on her shoulder. She hugged me tight. We stayed like that for what seemed a long time. But not long enough for my tortured soul. 

I heard Mom ask me if there was more I had to tell her. I started to say no then realized that I had not told her of the empty spot in my life. About how much I missed the bouquet of Amanda's cunt. Of how I longed for the slick taste of her cum when she would squirt. Of how drab my life now seemed. I had to tell her all of that.

"I think I'm done, Mom," I told her after tearfully getting that off my chest. "There may be more that I will remember later."

"I think there's something else," Mom said. She sounded a little stern. "You need to tell me everything no matter how painful it is, or how embarrassed it will make you. I promise, nothing you tell me will make me love you less. The rewards for you will be great if you cleanse your mind."

She was right. I knew it. It took me a while to realize what I had held back. I told her then of the excitement I felt when I sniffed and tasted her panties. I didn't break down in tears over that, but I was very embarrassed. Mom wasn't upset though. She hugged me and said, softly, "I'm glad you found me tasty."

"I think that's all, at least for now, Mom."

"I'll go make us a drink," Mom said. "Wait here."

"I need to pee, Mom. I'll be right back."

I ran to our downstairs toilet and peed. I saw myself in the mirror and noted that my tears had made a mess of my makeup.

I got back to the couch just before Mom. I was using a tissue to wipe at residual tear tracks on my face when Mom came back with our drinks. She sat close to me and handed me my glass.

"I hope we helped you, Andy. It was hard for both of us, but much more so for you. I need to ask you some questions now, but finish your drink first."

Mom had made my drink pretty strong. But I was already recovering from the ordeal. I felt strangely free of the bonds that had tied me to memories of my ex-wife.

We finished our drinks and I told mom with a little laugh. "My makeup is a mess."

"Yes it is," she agreed. "We'll fix it later.

"I have some questions, Andy. Please think carefully before you answer them. The answer doesn't matter. There is no right or wrong, but we both need to understand you. Are you okay with that?"




Andy's Journey Ch. 01



"Yes, Mom, I already feel better. I'll give honest answers as best I can."

"Thank you," Mom responded. "Now, do you think you are a submissive?"

The idea had never occurred to me. But when I thought about my life with Amanda I realized that if I hadn't been one before I was now. I pondered that knowledge wondering if I could be comfortable with it.

After mulling it over I told Mom. "Yes, I think I am. But I am able to hold my own at work and in public. It seems that only at home I wanted to be subservient. Maybe only with her."

"Amanda abused your trust, Andy. If she was going to dominate you she should have done it with love, not cruelty. We need to work on that aspect of your personality."

"How do you want me to be, Mom," I was a bit perplexed.

"Anyway you are, Andy. I mean we must try to undo the damage done.

"Thank you for an honest answer," she continued. "Now I would like to know if you have thought of finding another woman, one who can be your mate and love you."

"Only a little, Mom. What woman wants to have a cross dresser for a lover?"

"You might be surprised," Mom murmured softly. So softly I hardly heard her.

"One last question for now, but I might have more later," she told me. "Did you enjoy the ways you made love with your ex? It sounded to me that you did."

"I really did, Mom. Except for the lack of fucking during the last year of our marriage. Other than that I found it all strangely thrilling."

"I think you're going to be okay, Andy. You'll see what I mean soon." Mom pulled my head to her then and kissed me on the lips. It was a lingering soft kiss. "I love you, Andy."

"I love you, Mom."

I laid my head in her lap as I had during the worst moments of my talks with her. Now I felt safe and secure, not haunted as I had before. She pulled my face into her bosom and I rubbed my cheeks against ample breasts hidden by her robe.

She opened her robe and offered me her tit. She had no bra on. I eagerly sucked at her nipple, nipping at it occasionally as I had learned she liked.

"There is one woman who loves you, Andy. One who is aroused by your presence and your mix of feminine and masculine attributes."

I pulled my head back from her tit and looked up at her.

"Open my robe, Andy. You'll find her."

I felt a thrill run through me. My mother, she who I loved so much, seemed to be offering herself. I untied the sash of her robe and she let it fall open. She was naked except for a garter belt and nylons. She had been that way since we sat down together. 

"I'm here for you, Love. I want you." She said.

I slid off the couch to my knees before her. Her legs parted for me and her hands on my head urged me toward her pussy. I resisted for a moment to look. To gaze at my mother's beautiful vulva.

She did not trim her pubic hair. It was a lush tangle crowning her lovely slit and forming a triangle that extended well above her pussy. Hair on either side of her slit framed her labia and extended out toward her thighs.

At the top of her pussy a very prominent clit was peeking out. More than peeking it was looking brazenly at the world. It was erect and hard like a not so little dick. I had never seen, or even heard of a clitoris so conspicuous.

I could see droplets of her juices on her puffy labia. They were slightly open showing me the red of her inner lips. But it was hard to tear my eyes from her huge clit. I licked my lips. Her clit, It's hard for me. I thought. 

Closer still I could sense the musk of her desire. It overlaid the sweeter smell of her natural juices. My tongue flicked out to taste her. It was wonderful. I looked up at her with a question.

"Yes, Andy, I want it. I want you very much."

I buried my face between the wet folds of her pussy. I ate her. I sucked her clit. It grew even more as I drew it between my lips and let my teeth scrape lightly along it. I licked at her inner lips. I made her cum and her heels drummed on my back. I sucked again at her enormous clit. It thrust out of her cunt like a hard cock for me to suck. Her nylon clad thighs pressed against my head and sent thrills through the cells of my body. The rasp of her pubic hair on my face excited me even more. She was cumming and cumming and cumming...

When she pushed my head back I wanted more. I wanted to make this very desirable woman totally satisfied.

"Stand up," She said hoarsely.

I did and she pulled the zipper down on my skirt. It fell to the floor and I stepped out of it. She opened the tabs of my garter belt that supported my nylons. She pushed my panties down freeing my throbbing cock. I stepped out of them and she reattached the tabs to my hosiery. She was licking her lips as she did. 

She sat back then and looked at me. "That is so sexy," She said and leaned forward to kiss my hard cock. "You are much bigger than I thought you would be," she said.

She slid off the couch to her knees and pulled me down to face her. We kissed. A hot wet kiss, our tongues dancing and twisting together.

We were soon lying on the floor together in a sixty-nine position eating and sucking each other. I had forgotten that lovemaking works both ways. My mother was cumming multiple times. I couldn't hold myself back for long. It was too long since I had shot my load. I hadn't even jerked off since Mom had told me about meeting my ex.

So once I felt the electric thrills tearing through my nerves it was only an instant before my cum exploded from me into my mother's wet mouth. She sucked hard at me, milking my cock. 

Face to face again she showed me the cum in her mouth. I watched fascinated as she slid her tongue through the slick, creamy cum; tasting it, savoring it. She kissed me then and shared with me. She licked her juices from my face and kissed me some more.

"I love you very much," she said. "You are mine now."

"I love you too, Mom. And I'm happy to be yours."

We lay on the floor holding each other until it started to be uncomfortable. We got up then and Mom mentioned dinner. It was still early and we decided to wait.

Let's go fix your makeup," Mom said.

We gathered up our clothes and went to her bedroom. 

"You will be sleeping with me from now on," Mom said. Her words were definitive. She was being the dominate I desired.

We went to the bathroom first and scrubbed our faces. Mom felt my face to check my beard but it was still smooth. Back in her bedroom we sat at her vanity and Mom helped me remove the remaining traces of my makeup. She started over after my face was clean and I was soon looking good again.

She told me to get the things I needed from the hall bathroom and bring them to hers. "It's ours now," she said. "Like the bedroom is ours."

As I went for my things Mom redid her own makeup. When she was finished she got a short robe from the closet and put it on over her, mostly, naked body. We went to my former bedroom and got my light silk robe for me to wear.

I had removed my blouse but still wore my bra. Neither of us put on panties. By the time we had finished the makeup it was almost dinner time. We went back downstairs holding hands. I felt very much in love.

Mom opened a bottle of wine to have with dinner. Our meal, however, consisted of frozen dinners, albeit one of the better brands.

"We have much to celebrate," Mom said. "But a toast will have to suffice for now."

We lifted our glasses. "To our Love," mother said. I echoed her and we drank.

We ate our dinners and poured ourselves another glass of wine.

"I'm thrilled that we are lovers, Andy," Mom told me. "I have been wanting to make love to you since I found out about your penchant for women's things. I should probably explain that, and I will; but not just yet."

"I'm thrilled too, Mom. I thought my life was ruined. You showed me something to live for. Thank you, I love you."

"I'm glad we have the rest of the week off," Mom continued. "We can take the time to get to know each other. Not just as mother and son, but as lovers too."

"Mom," I said. "I want to know how to please you. How to satisfy you sexually. It is important to me. I want your pleasure before my own."

"Thank you, Andy. That's a nice thought. You'll know in due time. We'll talk about you first."

We went back to the couch and sat close together. Mom said, "Why don't you tell me what you enjoyed the most with your ex?"

"Well I think the oral sex," I said. "Me performing on her."

"You mean going down on her, don't you? I've already told you once. You can use coarse language with me. One thing about it, we'll both know what you mean."

"I'll be happy to Mom. In fact I like that kind of talk while making love."

"That's good to know," Mom said. "And I can tell you right now that you can eat me whenever you want. I loved it this afternoon."

"I'm ready whenever you are," I said with a saucy tone.

"Pretty soon," Mom said. "This talk is getting me horny again. Tell me more that you like."

"Well," I continued. "I especially like eating each other like we did this afternoon." I hesitated then uncertain about the next thing that popped into my mind. But Mom urged me to continue. "One thing that I found pleasurable was the strap on in my ass. When it was from the back. It made me feel strange like it was a penance.

"Amanda spanked me sometimes too. And a few times used a whip. She frightened me when she did that."

I paused again. "The whip stung, but didn't do any damage. I never let her know the feeling things like that gave me. It's probably good that I didn't. I trust you with this information, Mom."

"I think you are affirming your submissiveness, Andy. I think it is probable that you need to be dominated. Or, maybe some form of abasement. But you can be assured that anything like that that I do to you will be with a sense of love.

"I think we need to talk more about this. So tell me, do you want to be hurt? Do you enjoy physical pain?"

I had never thought about it. I did now. I buried my face in Mom's bosom as my mind raced. I was trying to sort out my thoughts and feelings. Mom was making me face reality, to be honest with myself; I wasn't sure I liked it. But, her love meant so much to me that I made myself look at the subject.

"There is no wrong answer, Andy," Mom reminded me.

It took several minutes of thinking for me to frame an answer. "I don't think I like pain, Mom. Maybe I would if it is applied as part of something else. Perhaps as a part of your dominance over me. But it's not necessary."

I realized that I had made a major step. I had admitted to my mother that I wanted her to dominate me. Yes, we had talked around the subject, but it was in the open now. A frank admission on my part. Mom realized it too, she hugged me tightly.

"Mom," I continued. "There is one thing about when she used the strap on with me. When we first started we did it face to face as often as from the back. I never had a sense of degradation when we did it from the front. Physically I enjoyed it more face to face. Emotionally from the back did more for me. She may have sensed that, because as time went on it became from the back every time."

"Thank you for telling me all this, Andy. I will try my best to make our love life satisfying to you."

"How about you, Mom. Are you going to tell me how to please you?"

"Yes, but not just yet," Mom said. "You'll learn a lot of it just by experience, but there are a few things I will have to tell you when the time comes. For now I can tell you that you have a nice cock, big. I look forward to more fun this evening."

"I do too," I responded.

"You did well getting your story out, Andy," Mom said seriously. "I think I can sense changes in you already."

"I think you're right, Mom."

"Tomorrow we'll do some shopping. I know of a store far enough away that we aren't likely to be known."

Mom asked me if I liked being restrained. I told her no, there was no thrill for me in being tied up. 

"You might find you like it," she said to me. "Don't be surprised if I tie you up someday." I felt a little shiver of fear. Mom must have noticed because she smiled at me.

"You don't need to, Mom. I am already submitting to you willingly," I told her.

Mom drew me close for a hug and an open mouthed kiss. She leaned back and looked at me. "Andy, another question came to my mind."

"Yes, Mom?" I asked when she hesitated.

"I'm trying to think how to word it," she said. "Once again there is no wrong answer, and honesty is needed."

"Go ahead and ask Mom. I'm finding that giving honest answers helps me define myself. Your questions cause me to face things I haven't, or maybe never thought of."

"Andy," she asked. "Do you want to be my panty boy or my man in panties? Do you understand what I'm asking?"

"I think so Mom. But can't I be both?"

"Maybe," Mom answered.

"Then let me ask you," I told her. "What do you want me to be?"

She laughed. "Both, Andy. Just like you."

"It will work itself out, Mom. I'm sure. We need to let our love give us the answer."

"I think you're right," she said. "But I probably should let you know that I think I have a tendency towards dominance. I might be tempted by your submissiveness."

"Then I would submit gladly, Mom. You have already told me it would be with love,"

I faced Mom and opened her robe. I bent my head to her tit as I lifted it with my hand. She sighed when I nipped the nipple and her hands grasped my head. 

"Let's go to bed," Mom gasped.

I stood and held out my hand to help her up. When she was on her feet we kissed. A soft kiss that turned hot and wet; with lips mashing each other and tongues twisting.

Holding hands we went to the bedroom. Mom pulled the bedspread off and put a couple of pillows against the headboard. She climbed onto the bed and propped her back against the pillows. With her legs splayed lewdly she held her hand out to me.

"Eat me now, My Love. Eat me and then fuck me."

I laid between her stout thighs to eat her cunt, my mother's fragrant pussy. Her hands gripped my wig and pulled it from my head. She grabbed handfuls of my hair and twisted. Her legs clasped me and her nylon clad thighs pressed against my head. She had made me a prisoner at her garden, the lovely hairy garden of her cunt. I moaned with delight and she twisted her hands harder in my hair in response.

I pushed my face into the wetness of her flowing pussy. I reveled in the scents of her essences. I lapped up her nectar. I pushed my tongue far up into her hole as I rubbed my nose against her hard clit.

I sucked her clit and licked her and my body sang with excitement when she came and came again.

I heard her calling to me as from a distance calling me to rise up and fuck her, to shove my hard cock into her waiting pussy.

I obeyed, she was my mistress. She had told me so. Above her I shoved my hard shaft into her hot, wet cunt. She seized me, her pussy closed on my cock and drew me in. Into the heat of her being; the center of her motherhood. Into my mother's hot cunt. Her hard clit rubbed against the side of my dick as I thrust into her.

"Love me," I heard her cry. "Love me and fill me with your cock."

She held me with arms and legs clasping me close. I was in heaven. My cock nestled in my mother's snug pussy. A long ago fantasy, forgotten but recently recalled, had come true at last. I was fucking my mother.

Even before I started to move, to pump my hard cock in her pussy, she orgasmed. With gasps and quivers she came for me. Her hold loosened and I fucked her hard. Her hips lifted to me as I felt her cum again. I thrust into her, deep, she came yet again. I was a man now, not a panty boy.

I was consumed with the excitement of the moment. Exhilarated beyond belief. Her gasps, her cries of "Fuck me, fuck your mother." Her wild wet kisses. The taste of her tit that she fed to my eager lips.

I had to cum. I couldn't resist her. I wanted to fuck her all day, to feel her orgasmic joy. But I had to cum, I couldn't hold back. My seed exploded into her cunt and my body was on fire with the singing in my nerves.

I collapsed on top of her. She held me tight. She kissed me often. I kissed her back. I rolled off to lie close to her. Sated, we dozed off. To wake again and fuck and suck some more.

She sucked me until I was hard then straddled me to impale her hot wet pussy on my shaft. She rode me and came with cries of joy. Her clit stood out before her and she massaged it as she rode my cock. She leaned down for hot wet kisses and to feed me her beautiful plump tits. I had cum once so I was able to fuck her a long time.

She turned so she was riding me backwards. I watched in delight as her meaty ass bounced in front of me. She turned back and fed me her tit again. "Suck it hard, Baby. Bite it," she urged.

She sighed when I bit her nipple, she gave me her other tit to do the same. She was cumming hard when I shot my load into her. My body singing again, the thrills exhilarating me.

I ate her again as she sat on my face. Tasting her musk, her juices and my cum. She rubbed her wet snatch over my face as if anointing me, as if marking me for her own. She played with her clit as I ate her, like she was jerking off. I almost cried when she came on my face, I was so happy to be pleasing her.

When I had recouped enough to cum again she gave me a blowjob. I thought of it as a reward. She kissed me afterward to show me her pleasure and to share the cum.

I happily buried my face in her pussy again. Sucking me had left her horny and she twisted my hair to make me suck her harder, to suck and nibble at her clit, to fuck her with my tongue. The friction of her nylons stimulated me even further as her legs clasped me tight. Her heels drummed on my back. The high heels she was wearing hammering at my flesh.

I loved it all. Once again I was her willing prisoner. She held me there until she was replete, until she was ready to faint from hedonistic excess.

When she released me she sighed. "That was so good, Andy."

That first afternoon and evening left us sated. We finally took our shoes off. Mom helped me pick out a sexy nightgown. We snuggled together and slept soundly.

I woke in the morning feeling pleasantly rested. I was alone. I lay in bed for a few minutes thinking of the changes in my life over the past few days. My mother had given me reason to live. The abject despair I had felt after the breakup of my marriage was gone. I had found a new women. A new mistress. A new love.



Andy's Journey Ch. 02



This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance and an incident involving piss.

All characters are age eighteen or older.

***** 

I woke in the morning feeling pleasantly rested. It was the first morning since the breakup of my marriage that I woke totally relaxed. I was alone. I lay in bed for a few minutes pondering the changes in my life over the past few days. My mother, her name is Alice, had given me reason to live. The abject despair I had felt after the breakup of my marriage was gone. I had found a new woman. A new mistress. A new love. And, most of all, a new life.

My mother could be all things to me. A woman to love. To fuck. To cuddle with. A commanding presence to satisfy my slavish yearnings. Did I really want that? To be dominated? Yes, I realized, I did. She would be someone to discipline me and control me. To chasten me and make me suffer abject degradation. And then to love me afterwards.

I knew it would be with love whether making love or humiliating me. So far we had been lovers. When I thought of her belittling me I shivered a little, and hugged myself in pleasant anticipation. I idly wondered if the desire for abasement was a character defect. Then I decided I didn't care. I knew it was something I desired. Something I needed. Just as much as I needed her love. I may not have been like that before my terrible marriage. But I certainly was at the present.

I was able to think of my marriage now without cringing. I could thank my mother for that. Mom had led me through a cathartic description of my relations with my ex, and my need to dress in feminine clothing. Indeed, I could accept now that my desire was to feel as my inner woman would. 

She encouraged me to realize that I could be loved, even as a panty boy. My ex, Amanda, had treated me cruelly and with contempt. Mom had told me she would treat me with love, even though she would be dominant. It was my mother, too, who had caused me to look at my inner self. To recognize my need to be subservient to the woman in my life. I was able to become comfortable with that need and with the need to dress in women's garments.

And so my mother and I had become lovers. She had hinted that she had things to tell me. That she would reveal when the time was right. I looked forward to those revelations too.

I wondered when my subjugation would begin. Probably not until we had gone shopping I thought. I could feel love well up in me as I thought about it.

With those thoughts in my mind I got up and went to the bathroom. I was wearing a nightgown so I sat to pee. I liked to do that when dressed girlishly. I brushed my teeth and checked myself in the mirror. Mom had torn my wig off in a fit of passion while I ate her pussy. I think she forgot it wasn't my real hair. My makeup was a little smeared. I smiled as I thought I probably did that while rubbing my face in Mom's hot, wet cunt.

I cleaned the smeared makeup off. We could repair it later. I had to go to my old bedroom to get my silk bathrobe. I put it on over my nightgown and went downstairs searching for my mother. As I expected I found her in the kitchen having her morning coffee. She was dressed, as I was, in the filmy nightgown she had worn the night before. She wore a negligee over it, but she allowed it to hang open.

"Good morning, Andy," she told me. "You were sleeping soundly when I got up and I didn't want to disturb you. I thought you could use the rest after the last couple of days."

"Thanks, Mom," I responded. "I feel really good this morning. I think I have you to thank for that."

"We can thank each other," Mom said. "I feel good too."

I got a cup of coffee and sat at the table with her.

Mom asked me what I would like to do for the day. I told her that I was in her hands and would be happy doing anything she wanted. She told me that we might as well get our shopping done. I agreed.

"Would you like to get dressed up, or wait until later?" She asked, "We can get breakfast at a restaurant and then go to the toy shop." She meant the sex store.

"I think getting dressed up sounds nice, Mom. But I'm not sure if I can pass in public."

"Well let's skip the breakfast. We'll just have a bite here. Then you can dress up. I like the idea of you in woman's clothes at the sex store."

I was looking forward to spending the day with my mother. We ate cereal and went upstairs to dress. We showered and I shaved closely. I wore nylons and pumps with a print dress. It had a high neck to cover my Adam's apple, but it was cut low in the back. Mom did my makeup and wig then took care of her own face.

The store she had in mind was about an hour away. We talked about our new life during the ride. Mom mentioned the possibility of having my beard removed. 

"I like that idea, Mom." I told her. "I've looked into it and it's quite expensive. There are a couple of options we can look at."

"I think I can handle at least half the expense," Mom told me.

"Then I think I can handle the rest, Mom."

There were only a couple of cars parked in front of the shop. Mom drove around back. There was a good sized parking lot there with at least a dozen cars. I guess most people wanted to park out of sight of the street.

Inside at least a third of the customers were women. I found that interesting. But then I wondered if all of them were real women. About half the ladies were with men.

Mom took me to the dildo display. I was more than a little surprised that she seemed to be familiar with the store. She asked me to pick out the size dildo I liked for a strap on. I pointed out the size that my ex had used. Mom put four of them in her shopping basket. She also picked up a couple of a larger size. She added a couple of large tubes of lube.

We checked the floggers next. We didn't get one, but we picked out a cane similar to a riding crop, we thought, but not do any real harm. Mom told me she never expected to use it.

"Think of it as a prop, Andy."

Mom looked at restraints, but when I told her I didn't want them she passed over them.

A prostrate vibrator was next, I had never experienced one. 

"This will be your reward when you please me, Andy," Mom said. "I think you will like it and work for it. You will seldom have it, though. That is as rewards should be."

Last she bought a collar for me. Amanda had never put a collar on me, and I had never even thought about one. When Mom put one in her basket, along with a length of gold chain and a small lock, I felt a delicious shiver of anticipation.

When we were checking out I mentioned that Mom hadn't bought a belt. 

"I already have one," she told me.

That was another surprise. She seemed full of them. I wondered what she had yet to reveal. She had said there were things to tell me.

On the way home we stopped at a drugstore. Mom bought a good supply of depilatory cream and skin lotions. She added some douche and a syringe bulb. When I looked a question at her with a raised eyebrow she told me it would become clear in time.

Back home we carried our purchases to the bedroom. We went back to the kitchen for a sandwich. Mom poured wine for us too. I was tingling with anticipation. I felt that something grand was going to happen.

I cleaned up the lunch dishes. Mom stood and held out her arms to me. I melted into her embrace and we exchanged a soft loving kiss. I had to turn my face up to her since she is taller. It felt so right.

"It's time to prepare you, Darling, are you ready?"

"Yes Mom," I replied. "More than ready."

We went to the bedroom together. We closed the drapes to dim the light in the room. We undressed each other and embraced again.

In the bathroom Mom rubbed a depilatory over most of my body except for my pubes. In the shower we washed the fuzz off my arms and the coarser hair from my legs and underarms. 

It was nice showering with Mom. I adored her soft body, the small roll at her belly, her plump tits, her broad and somewhat flabby ass.

To show my gratitude I knelt and, as the water cascaded over us, sucked her clit until she came. She lifted me up as her orgasm subsided and kissed me with wet open mouth. I responded as I felt her tongue licking her juices from my mouth. My cock was hard, but I managed to control it.

We dried each other and Mom rubbed a skin softener, or maybe it was a moisturizer, over my body. She told me to use it every time I showered until my skin became softer and more feminized.

In the bedroom, after we were dry, Mom got a small case, slightly bigger than a makeup bag, from the closet. She opened the zipper and set it by the bed. She went back to the closet for a wedge shaped pillow that she threw on the bed. Next she laid the dildos we had bought on the bedside table.

I helped Mom dress. She started with a garter belt and seamed hosiery. I knelt and rolled them onto her legs then attached the garter straps. Her bare pussy was right in front of me with its lush tangle of hair. I felt my cock hardening again. Her clit was just starting to peek out from behind its hood. I slipped the shoes she had chosen onto her feet, a strappy pair of heels. She chose a shorty nightgown next, very short. It ended just above her pussy.

I almost lost control and came right there. I leaned forward to kiss the emerging clit and she stroked my head softly. "Thank you, Andy," she murmured "It's nice, but wait a while. It will be even nicer. For both of us." 

I was able to discipline myself and stood with my hard cock standing straight out before me.

As Mom was doing her makeup she told me to put on stockings, garter belt and bra. We did my face then. She chose my favorite wig for me to wear. It was a lovely brunette color with shoulder length wavy hair. I always felt ultra-feminine when I wore it.

A thought had been in my mind. I dared to mention it to her. "Mom, would it be okay if I wore my evening gown for this time? It's almost like a honeymoon, I want it to be special."

"Then we'll make it special for you, my love." Mom replied.

She helped me put on the evening gown. It was high necked. Many of my dresses were. The idea was to cover my Adam's apple. Even though it wasn't very prominent it was there. The gown was full length, the skirt full.

We looked in the mirror when I was ready. I thought I looked nice. With the lovely wig and the, somewhat demur, evening gown I looked a little innocent. I didn't feel innocent though. My cock was hard under the gown anticipating what was to come.

Mom got her strap on belt out of the travel bag she had left by the bed. I knelt to help her put it on. It was different than the one my ex had used. It was set somewhat low on her pussy so that her clit was free to protrude above the dildo. Mom slid the built in g-spot vibrator into her vagina and hooked the control to the belt. She adjusted the straps, they didn't need much; she had obviously used it before.

Mom lifted me to my feet. Next to the bed we kissed, romantically, "Are you ready, Andy darling?" she asked with a husky voice.

"Oh yes, Mom. I am."

I clung tightly to her. I had to look up at her. That was as it should be. She is my mistress.

She gently pushed me to sit on the side of the bed. From the bed table she took a dildo and held it up to me with a questioning look. I nodded, it looked just right. Next she reached under the bed for a plastic basin she had left under it. She left it on the floor next to the bed. Back to the drawer for thin gloves, like those used by medical people, and a large tube of lubricant.

I was getting even more excited watching her preparations. There was an empty feeling in my butt. I wondered, as I often had while married, if it was similar to the feeling a horny woman experienced in her pussy. I hoped so. I liked to think of my ass as a pussy at times like this. I didn't want to be a woman, but I wanted to feel like one.

Mom stood back and attached the dildo to her belt. I gazed at her with a mixture of love and awe. She was an imposing sight with her dominatrix garb and the cock standing out before her.

"Turn around, Andy." Mom was pulling on a glove.

I knew she wanted to put some lube in my anus. I turned and bent over the bed. She flipped my skirt up and I felt her rub a generous dollop of lube inside my ass. I pulled myself onto the bed and lay on my back. She laid beside me and we kissed a few times. They were hot, wet kisses with the promise of passion to come.

"I love you, Andy."

"I love you, Mom."

Mom pushed my gown up to my waist. She knelt between my spayed legs and pushed the wedge pillow under my hips. She leaned down to kiss my throbbing cock, just once. She squeezed more lube on the head of the dildo, lifted and spread my legs and entered me with the dildo.

It was wonderful. An exquisite sensation of fullness overwhelmed me. I could watch Mom's face in the dim bedroom light. It was an expression of lust, almost demonic. I cried out in joy as she thrust with the dildo, fucking me. I, in my evening gown, joyfully giving myself to this strong domineering woman.

My cock was hard, erect. My mother's hard clit rubbed against it like dueling swords. She leaned down to feed me her tit. I raised my head to eagerly suck at it. There was no longer any sense of the outside world. There was only my mother's warm body on top of me and the pleasurable sensation of the dildo thrusting into my eager ass and her clit dancing with my cock.

I cried out in my joy, "Love me, Mom. Please love me."

I came far too soon. The sensation of the plastic cock massaging my prostrate was too exciting. In fact the mere thought of my mother thrusting her dick into me was an exhilarating, and fantastic, experience.

My cum gushed from my cock with a thrill I had not felt in ages. Surging onto the flesh of my belly. Not since the early days of my failed marriage had I enjoyed such an intense orgasm. Every cell in my body sang with ecstasy as my mother still thrust into me with her cock.

She continued to fuck me, thrusting the dildo into my ass, against my prostrate. My hard on diminished, but only briefly. Mom had turned up her vibrator. I could feel it, faintly, against my ass. Her face a mask of lust, her mouth loose and wet as she kissed me wildly and mindlessly. She fucked me hard as orgasms tore through her body.

I was soon to feel the stirrings of another orgasm in my body. I cried out again, "Fuck me Mom. Love me. Make me cum, Mom."

My cum spurted from me again. More electric thrills ripped through my body. Mom collapsed on top of me, sated. She turned off her vibrator and laid there, the dildo still in my ass filling my imaginary pussy. I held her on top of me, hugging her close. I was overjoyed. I felt waves of love for her wash over me.

Mom stirred after a while. She knelt up straight and pulled the dildo out of me. She reached for a latex glove and removed it from the belt. She dropped it into the basin beside the bed and with a handful of tissues cleaned the crack of my ass. She took the belt off and dropped it on the floor.

She laid beside me then and with her fingertips scooped up my cum from my belly and fed it to me. We kissed often and told each other how fantastic our experience had been. Mom said she had found it to be satisfying and fulfilling. I wondered, vaguely, what she meant by fulfilling.

We rested in each other's arms. We would doze off for brief naps then waken to kiss and fondle each other more. We were soon aroused again. My hard cock erect and Mom's pussy wet.

Mom pushed me onto my back and raised my gown up to my waist. She straddled my hips and guided my hard cock into her pussy. With a satisfied sigh she impaled herself on my hard shaft. Her clit thrust out before her. It lay on my belly nestled in my pubic hair.

Mom leaned forward to kiss me and feed me her plump tits. Her clit was now between both our bellies tantalized by the rasping contact of pubic hair. Her own above, mine below.

"Don't move," she said softly into my ear. "Let me."

She fucked me as woman would when on top, but instead of rubbing her clit along my hard cock she was rubbing it in a nest of hair. It was a delightful feeling for me too. Her hard cocklike clit pressed against my belly. It almost felt like it was inside me, filling me, filling the pussy I wished I had. The pussy that seemed so real to me at that moment.

I held my mother close as we exchanged wet, wild kisses. I felt orgasms singing through her body. She cried out in lustful pleasure as she came and came again. She straightened her legs and pushed my feet apart so she lay between my legs. With a feeling of overwhelming joy I wrapped my legs over her back. My femininity soared as I lifted my hips to her and she pumped her hard clit-cock against my belly. It was now truly as if I was a woman being fucked by a man. A genuine role reversal.

My cock in her hot wet pussy was not forgotten. The thrills he felt were as strong as the excitement in my belly. It was as if I was fucking and being fucked at the same time. It was a feeling beyond thrilling. It was ecstasy compounded.

My cum exploded into her. Even as I came as a man it was as if my pussy was thrilling to the feel of a hard cock filling me. Mom was cumming time after time. One orgasm following on the heels of another.

As I softened my legs fell from her back. She lay on my body, replete. I held her until her weight became uncomfortable. We lay side by side then, embracing and exchanging loving kisses. I felt very much in love at that moment. A love that had been growing since my mother first helped me calm my anguish.

Mom wasn't done yet. After a short rest she pushed me onto my back and knelt over my face. With her fingers she spread her labia to show me the beautiful hot red of her inner lips. Traces of my cum were visible. My reaction was automatic. My tongue darted out to lick at her cunt. My mouth opened to engulf her vulva, to suck at her savory and fragrant juices. To lick at our melded cums. To make her cum yet again, and again.

She spun around to take my cock into her mouth to suck each other until we both came once again. We kissed then and our tongues tangled in the stew of our juices.

"I love you, Mom," I said when our kiss ended.

"And I love you, Andy," she replied softly.

We fell asleep then even though it was still early. We were both totally relaxed and sated. Neither of us woke until morning. We had forgotten dinner.

Mom woke me still wearing her short nightie and nylons. She had a robe on, but it hung open to show her bare snatch and wild bush. Her clit was hidden behind its hood, but it still poked out of her pussy.

"Time to get up, Andy. Coffee's ready downstairs."

I sat up, sleepily. I stretched and told her I'd be right down.

"Don't take the evening gown off just yet, Dear," she told me. "You look too lovely in it."

I thought I did too.

I peed and brushed my teeth. When I lifted my dress to sit and pee I saw the large spots of almost dried cum on the skirt. I smiled and wondered whether to clean it off, or save it for memories.

Downstairs Mom greeted me with a warm kiss and served me coffee. She was fixing breakfast for us. A chore I told her I would have been happy to do. 

"You'll have lots of chances," she told me. "I feel so good after last night I wanted to treat you."

"Thanks, Mom. It was a beautiful experience for me too."

"There will be many such experiences in our future. Some new and exciting ones too, Andy."

"That sounds thrilling, Mom."

We finished breakfast and Mom led me upstairs. "Get undressed now, Andy, we'll have a little talk and then shower."

"Ok, Mom."

I took my evening dress off and hung it in the closet. I hadn't yet decided what to do with the dried cum. Maybe Mom can help me decide, I thought. I stripped completely, and removed my wig. Mom sat in a chair and watched. Her legs were spread showing off the wild tangle of her pubes. Undressing in front of her like that had an erotic effect on me. My cock got hard as I bared myself to her.




Andy's Journey Ch. 02



Mom gestured to me indicating that I should come closer. She had shed her robe, but still wore the nightie and hosiery from the night before.

"Kneel there," She indicated a spot in front of her. She spread her legs to let me between them. I thought she wanted me to eat her pussy and started to lean into her.

That was not her purpose, however. She shoved my head back with a little more force than necessary.

She produced the collar we had bought and fixed it around my neck. It was metal, gold colored. With a small gold padlock she locked it on me.

I felt panic, at first, but it passed with her next words. "It's time to begin your training, Andy."

She grabbed a handful of my hair and turned my face up to hers. "You will be my sissy boy from now on. I love you and I know this is what you need. The collar will not be on your neck all the time, but only I may take it off you. Even when it is not around your neck it will still be there symbolically.

"Do you understand, Andy?"

"Yes, Mom. I understand."

"Do you accept you position, Andy? Do you accept my authority over you?"

"Oh yes, Mom, I do; gladly." I felt love and adoration welling up in my chest at her words. She clipped the chain to the collar. It was as if a ceremony had been performed. The snap of the chain to the collar was like an act of finality. Her clit was emerging from behind her hood. The rite had obviously aroused her as it did me.

"Stand up," she commanded. "It's time for your first lesson."

She led me to the bathroom with the chain. She sat on the stool and told me to kneel in front of her. 

"I have to pee now. You'll stay there while I do."

I was happy to. I listened to the sound as Mom pissed and felt even more aroused. When she was finished she told me, "Lick me clean now. Lick the piss from my pussy."

She slid forward and I eagerly lapped the droplets of yellow piss from the lips of her twat. I made sure that I cleaned up any that might have dribbled into the fringes of pubic hair below her pussy. A beautiful feeling of adoration enveloped my body. A lovely sense of exaltation.

"You did well, Andy," she said as she pushed my head back. "You'll help me undress now. Take my nylons off first."

I opened the tabs that supported the hosiery and rolled them down her thick legs. I stood and pulled her nightie over her head.

"Start the shower and then pick up these clothes," she commanded me. "When that's done join me in the shower."

She unhooked the chain from my collar. I did as she commanded. She stepped into the shower. It was a very large walk-in type. Apparently the water temperature was to her liking, she didn't change the setting.

I picked up the clothes and put them in the hamper. I picked up in the bedroom too, then joined Mom in the shower. She let me wash her and then let me wash myself. I dried her afterward. I shivered as I delayed drying my own body to make sure she was satisfied.

In the bedroom I held her robe while she slipped her arms into it. If we hadn't had such a sex filled time the day before I might not have been able to stand it. She gave me dainty, and very feminine, panties to wear then told me to help her dress.

I helped her on with a black bustier. One that supported her breasts but left them mostly bare. The nipples, too, were exposed.

Black mesh stockings were next. I knelt to put them on her as she sat at the vanity. I followed the stockings with strappy heels. Last she stood so I could attach the garter straps, on the bustier, to her stockings.

Her bare pussy was immediately in front of me. Her clit was peeking out from behind its shield. Just the tip exposed enticingly.

I stood. I gazed at my mother. She looked as I had always thought a dominatrix would. When she picked up her riding crop the picture was complete and totally erotic. My cock started to stiffen in my panties as I thought of the implications.

"Andy, please clean the bedroom and change the bed. You can start the laundry too. I need to make a couple of phone calls and answer some emails."

"Yes, Mom. I'll be happy to"

I went to work wearing only panties and slippers. I idly thought that I would like to get a couple of housedresses for this kind of activity, perhaps a frilly apron would be nice. That led to another thought, an enlightening concept. I'm far more servile than I realized. I thought. I thrive on her domineering ways.

When I took the laundry down to the laundry room to get it started Mom was on the phone. Her computer and desk were set up in a corner of the living room. I got a load going after I had taken a few delightful sniffs of her undies. The ones she had worn to the sex shop were particularly captivating. I got a load going and went back upstairs to make the bed. 

When I had finished everything I made us sandwiches. During lunch I could hardly keep my eyes off her. She was such an imposing sight with her bustier and hosiery, with her bare breasts and pussy. She let her light robe fall open to give me a full view.

After lunch she said, "I think we can have some fun this afternoon. Make sure you're shaved closely. I'll be up in a little while.

I almost ran upstairs to get ready.



Andy's Journey Ch. 03



This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance.

All characters are age eighteen or older.

For background please read previous chapters.

*****

As Mom had directed I shaved carefully. I was just finishing when she came upstairs.

"Do you have something in mind that you'd like to wear?" She asked me.

"A couple of things, Mom."

We went to my old bedroom to look through my clothes. We had moved some of them to 'our' bedroom, but there was still some in my old closet. Most of my clothing was lingerie and sleepwear, but I did have a selection of dresses, skirts and blouses. 

I showed Mom a mini-skirt. She liked it.

"You'll look sexy in that," she told me.

"It's what I like to wear when I'm feeling girlish and a little playful," I told her.

"Well how do you feel now?" Mom asked. "Do you have something that fits your mood?"

"Mom, that bustier makes you look so forceful. I think I have something that will complement it perfectly."

I got out a filmy, long skirt that I had bought online. It had been called a harem slave costume and looked like something a belly dancer might wear. It was slit up both sides to the hip. I don't mind saying that I had legs that looked good in it. I had only worn it a couple of times, never for my ex, only for my own pleasure. 

I got excited when I thought about wearing it. It was so perfect. I could be a slave girl for her, my mistress.

We brought it back to the bedroom. Mom clipped the chain to my collar. As an added fillip she picked up her riding crop.

She told me to strip and I was soon naked in front of her. She led me, by the chain, to the bathroom and instructed me to get on my hands and knees on the floor.

I did as I was told and I felt a stinging strike with Mom's switch, her riding crop. It stung, but not badly. She gently rubbed the spot where she had hit and made soothing sounds. As she comforted me she slid a small tube into my ass, an enema. Before I could object I felt the warm liquids filling my intestine.

I needn't describe the rest of the process. There is debasement and then there is utter debasement. An enema falls in the latter category. Mom gave me two more doses before she was satisfied. She used the syringe bulb next to pump douche into my ass. That wasn't quite as bad. But by then I was pretty empty.

"You'll see why we did this later," She told me.

She let me stand to help her undress. A shower was next. My feelings were strange. Adoration, of course, and gratitude. My inner self was whispering to me. Delicious, such delicious abasement.

Back in the bedroom we dressed Mom first. Mesh hosiery and a fresh bustier. This one had a large zipper up the front and laced openings on the sides. Like the other it displayed her tits beautifully. As usual spike heels perfectly completed the effect. Mom sent me to the bathroom to retrieve the riding crop.

A garter belt, nude colored nylons and heels took care of my legs. A mesh camisole, one made for men, pushed and molded the flesh of my chest into a pair of small boobs. The nipples peeked saucily through the mesh. If only they were real breasts, I thought wistfully.

A blond wig with shoulder length hair, some expert makeup by Mom and I was ready. We stood in front of the mirror together. I thought I had never looked sexier. 

Mom hugged me. "You look beautiful, Dear. So very exotic."

She clipped the chain to my collar. It made things perfect for me.

She led me to the bed. We laid together exchanging deep kisses. Kisses that got hotter as they continued. Her hands were on me stroking and petting me. One hand under my gauzy skirt fondled my hard cock. My hand was at her pussy. I could feel her wetness and the hardness of her clit.

She straddled my chest and pulled my face to her pussy. Her hard clit was in front of me. Long, hard, as big as a small cock. My lips parted instinctively. She slid her clit into my hot, wet mouth, leaned over me and fucked my face. 

Startled, at first, I soon came to feel a thrill as she pumped her hard shaft into my mouth. I closed my lips tightly on it. I eagerly licked it with my tongue. I let my teeth scrape along its length. I sucked it to bring blood flowing into its hardness. My gauzy slave costume added to the thrill. I felt the excitement of imaging myself as an aroused woman giving her lover a blow job.

I wanted to please her, to make her cum. I could feel the throbbing of blood beating in her clit. Much like the throbbing in my cock. I thrilled even more when I felt an orgasm tearing through her. Her plump body quivered with orgasmic joy as she came. 

Mom pulled her still hard clit from my grasping lips. She moved back onto my body and leaned down to kiss me. We exchanged a hot open mouthed kiss with our tongues dancing.

She moved to my feet, pushed my skirt up to my waist to expose my hard cock.

"Don't cum yet," she whispered hoarsely. "The best is yet to come."

She spread my legs apart, grabbed the wedge pillow and shoved it under my hips. Lube was next, she rubbed a generous dollop around my anus and inside it.

I thought she'd be putting on the belt, but she surprised me. She pushed my legs up and further apart. I felt her hard clit slide into my ass. I gasped and cried out.

"Oh, Mom. Fuck me." My voice sounded husky, like a sexually excited woman.

Her clit was not as big around as the dildo, but it was hard and it felt good in my ass. The mere idea of being clit fucked in the ass by my mother's rigid clit sent me over the edge. It seemed such an intimate act. 

I grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart so she could fuck me deeper. Deep enough for me to feel her clit touch my prostrate. The touches were enough to send me into sexual overload. In my mind my ass became a pussy to me. The lube my juices. My mother's hard clit was filling me, fucking me, making love to me.

Cum spewed from my cock, and again, another spurt shot onto my belly. She was soon cumming too. Her gasps and the shudders tearing through her plump body sent me to new heights. My cock stayed hard as Mom pumped her clit into me, butt fucking me with her hard big clitcock.

Her face was a mask of lust as orgasms sang through her body. She mouthed unintelligible sounds; she scooped up my cum from my belly and fed it to me. I avidly sucked it from her fingers.

We were wild, both of us. I was ready to cum again. Mom may have sensed it. She started stroking my cock, the rhythm of her hand matched the thrusts of her hips. My cum spewed from me again as my mother experienced an especially strong orgasm.

She collapsed on top of me after that last orgasm. Her clit slipped out of my ass. I missed the feel of it.

I held her on top of my body. "Thank you, Mom," I gasped. "That was so wonderful."

Mom was catching her breath, as I was too. We kissed and held each other. Mom rolled off me and we laid together. We told each other, again, how great it had been and how much we loved each other. I knew now why Mom had given me the enema and douche. She always had a thing about hygiene when it came to bathroom things. 

Mom idly scooped up more of my cum on her fingers and fed it to me again. She scooped up more and sucked it off her fingers for herself.

"I squirted," she said when she caught her breath. "I do sometimes."

I thrilled at the thought of her squirt. I remembered my ex doing so on occasion. I started to slide lower on the bed to taste of it, but she stopped me.

"Later," she said softly. "We have lots of time. Rest now. I need to clean myself."

Mom got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned I was waiting to suck at her tits. She held me to her as I suckled. It was a delightful sensation, safe and secure. A feeling of trust such as had helped me get through the ordeal of telling her everything. 

She pushed me down after she had let me suckle her for a while. Down towards the hairy garden of delight that was her pussy.

I went eagerly, I licked avidly at the lips of her lovely cunt. I savored the slightly acrid, yet delicious, scent and taste of the nectar she had squirted. I rubbed my face in the luscious forest of her hair.

Her clit hardened and grew. I sucked it as if giving her a blow job. We both delighted in my sucking. She came again, intensely with loud gasps. Her fleshy thighs clasped my head and her hands under my wig twisted in my hair.

When she was sated. She pushed my head back. She made me lick her cum from the sheet. Kneeling next to me she held my head to the wet sheet as I joyfully sucked and licked her juices from the fabric.

We laid together in a sweet embrace telling each other of our love.

We rested together until dinnertime. We got up then. Mom said all the activity had made her hungry. I agreed.

Dinner was frozen dinners, again. Cooking took energy and we were too pleasantly relaxed from our lovemaking for such plebian chores.

Our dinner conversation was about my viewpoints on our new lifestyle. Mom was very interested in my ongoing feminization.

"Something I'd like to do," she said. "Is to learn more about your tastes. So I want you to show me what websites you visit."

After I cleaned up the dinner dishes we went to her computer in the corner of the living room. I brought up the sites that gave advice on crossdressing. She found them interesting and told me to bookmark the better ones so she could study them more later. 

She told me to show her a sample of the porn I liked. It made me feel nice to have an imposing woman like my mother take charge and give orders. I didn't even consider showing her anything but what I really liked. I found a few of my favorite videos. Two were about men submitting to dominate women and eating their pussies. A couple more I liked were about sissy boys getting pegged, also by femdoms. By the way, I really dislike the term 'pegging', I consider it vulgar. 'Bend over your man' seems to have a bit more class, at least to me. Surprisingly, considering my dislike of 'pegging', I like the term 'butt fuck'. Crude and concise is how I think of it.

"Enough for now, Andy," she said after we had reviewed the videos. 

We moved to the couch and I snuggled up to my mother.

Mom talked about the websites I'd shown her. "I depilated you and used a skin softener when we showered because I thought your skin was a little coarse. I didn't know there were websites to help."

"I would have liked to do all those things when I was married, Mom, but Amanda wouldn't let me. She wanted a sissy boy, not a lady."

"Hmm, she may have had a point," Mom mused. "I'll have to give it some thought, but for now I think I want my sissy boy to have soft skin; so keep using the lotion."

She thought for a moment. "For that matter I'm not sure I don't want a lady, or a little girl, or a slave girl like today." 

We stayed cuddled on the couch. I felt comfortable in my mother's arms. I basked in the closeness as I lay across her lap and sucked her tits. I felt her clit stiffening against my ribs. It was a strange feeling at first, but only for a moment. Then I became excited as I realized that this is how a woman must feel when she feels a lover's hard cock against her body. In a big way it made me feel even more feminine.

I felt Mom's hand slide under my skirt. She caressed my thighs and moved closer to my hardening cock. She lifted my face to hers for a kiss. 

"I think it's time to go back to the bedroom," she whispered. Her voice was husky.

After the wonderful sex of the afternoon I thought I wouldn't get hard again, but I did. Back in bed with hot kisses and mutual fondling we soon became aroused again.

Mom impaled herself on my cock and rode me slowly and sensuously. Her hand massaged her clit as though she was jerking off. I watched fascinated as she brought herself to a long continuous orgasm.

When I came she sat on my face and let me lick our melded cums from her aromatic cunt. 

We laid together holding each other. It had been a day full of love and sex. I felt so beautifully gratified, so loved.

I slept peacefully and did not wake until quite late. I was alone so I found my robe and went to the kitchen looking for Mom. I found her there and she greeted me with a hug and a soft lingering kiss on the lips. She was still in her bustier and nylons. Her lush bush on display below the bottom edge and outlined by the straps supporting her hosiery. He almost bare breasts and dark areolas made a beautiful display resting on the shelf bra of her garment.

She poured me a cup of coffee and told me to sit. She waited until I'd finished one cup before she said anything.

"I'm glad you're adapting so well, Andy. The last couple of days have been very satisfying to me. I'm very pleased."

"Thank you, Mom," I replied.

We ate a light breakfast. Mom had a dreamy look as we ate. "I used to do that sometimes with your father," she said. "Use my clit like a cock. We both enjoyed it. It was nice to do it again with you."

"I enjoyed it too, Mom, it was an intense thrill. I'm happy you are able to do something like that. You are a rarity."

Mom didn't reply right away. She seemed to be remembering things, or thinking of something; maybe our future. She shook herself and came back to the present.

"Yes," she said. "I am a rarity. Some would say a freak. I was fortunate to find a man like your father. One who not only accepted me as I am, but loved me for it. We had a good sex life and loved each other very much."

She became pensive again. I didn't say anything to break her mood until she snapped out of it herself.

"He's gone now, but I have you," she said with a smile. "We're going to have fun. Our personalities complement each other. You'll see."

"I know we will, Mom. You're the only person I have ever been able to talk to about my inner thoughts and needs."

I was sent to clean the bedroom. I finished my chores and came back downstairs with the laundry.

Mom was at her desk checking her mail and paying bills. "If you're all caught up, Andy dear, let's get a shower," she told me.

I shaved carefully and Mom checked to make sure I was smooth. We showered together and playfully washed each other. I was still sated from the sexual escapades of the previous days and nights. I got hard, but was able to control myself. I could tell that Mom was somewhat aroused too. Her clit was protruding and the tip emerging from behind her hood.

Mom didn't dress. She put on a robe over her naked body and tied it loosely. She chose panties for me and a mesh camisole. No nylons but sandals with two inch heels.

"Why don't you make us a lunch, Andy? Sandwiches will be okay." She told me. "I'll be in the living room on my computer."

I quickly got a lunch together and called her. We ate together, when I had cleared the table she told me to sit down.

"You've done well, Andy. I'm happy to see you adapting so well. I'm equally glad that no punishment has been necessary. Since you have pleased me I think a reward is in order. Afterward we have something to discuss."

She led me upstairs to the bedroom. From the drawer of the bedtable she took a couple of vibrators. One of them was the prostrate vibrator we had bought at the sex shop. The other I recognized as a g-spot vibrator. My ex had used one sometimes. She put lube on the prostrate toy.

We laid on the bed together kissing and fondling each other. We were lovers now. Mom told me, in husky tones, what I was to do for her. She pushed my head to her pussy and gave me the g-spot vibrator. I kicked and sucked her flowing juices as she came and came again. I sucked her clit like a cock and made her cum harder.

She rolled so she was on top and took my throbbing hard cock deep into her mouth. I pushed the toy I held into her pussy searching for her g-spot. She came quickly, her cries of joy muffled by my cock. Her juices flowed from her cunt, over the vibrator, onto my face as I sucked at her clitcock.

She had cum a couple of times when during a pause between orgasms she slid the vibrator into my ass. As soon as it hit my prostrate I went wild. I had never felt such orgasmic ecstasy. She plied the vibrator with skill. Touching the gland and pulling back to let it massage the sensitive area just inside my sphincter then back to the prostrate for another exciting touch.

She held me at the brink of an explosive orgasm as she came herself, time after time. Came from the blowjob I was giving her and the toy in her pussy.

The point came that my cum exploded from me in a wonderful, powerful orgasm. Electric thrills pulsed through my body and flew to the head of my cock. Creamy seed filled her mouth and she milked my cock for more.

She lifted her head from my cock and pulled the toy from my ass. She rolled off me, reluctantly it seemed to me, and pulled on my arm to bring me to face her. There was cum on her cheeks where it had dribbled from her mouth. She showed me her mouth full of white cum contrasting with the redness of her mouth. She slid her tongue seductively through the creamy goodness and brought my face to hers for an open mouthed kiss.

"I like to suck," Mom whispered to me. "Your cock is nice and big. It feels good."

"That was wonderful, Mom." I gasped. "I can't believe how good it felt."

We rested then. When I woke I was alone. I put my panties back on and went downstairs. Mom was sitting at her desk looking at something on her computer and talking on the phone. When she saw me she told me to make some coffee and went back to the conversation.

We had coffee together at the kitchen table. Mom seemed quite animated. Indeed I still felt animated myself. After our coffee we went to the living room. Mom sat on the couch and let her robe fall open. She told me to kneel in front of her, between her meaty thighs.

She pulled the chain from her pocket and snapped it on my collar. Another symbol of my subjugation. I almost groveled in front of her.

"I told you there would be more to come, Andy. So I will tell you a few things about myself. You are not to interrupt until I give you leave to speak."

I nodded looking up at her. She looked so imposing in her bustier and the mesh stockings.

"After your father died, Andy, I was at a loss for companionship. The few men I dated were repulsed by my abnormal clit. But, strangely, women were not. So for several years, My Dear, I have been having an ongoing sexual affair with my two friends, Bridget and Myra."

I was shocked to hear this. Especially after the sex Mom and I had shared.

She went on. "Sometimes other women are involved. There is quite a large group of us among the professional women and matrons in this town. Bridget, Myra and I, however, have a special bond.

"I have told them about you. About how you have become my sissy boy and my lover."

I was shocked again. I had thought that Mom would keep my secret.

"I had good reason to tell them about you, Andy. You see I'm going to share you with my good friends."

This was more than I could take. "No!" I blurted out. "No, you can't."

"Shut up, Andy. I haven't given you permission to speak."

I subsided. Even as tears flowed from my eyes at what I saw as a betrayal.

"It's because I love you that I'm willing to let you have sex with other women, Andy," Mom continued. "You will thank me when you realize the sacrifice I am making.

"Bridget and Myra will be visiting tomorrow. You will join us in our lovemaking."

I still sobbed, the tears would not cease. Even as I was finding contentment, with my mother, she was snatching it away from me.

Mom became impatient with my blubbering, with my inability to shut up when told to. She jerked me to my feet with the chain. She led me upstairs. By the time we got to the bedroom my sobs had subsided to sniffles. She attached my chain to the head of the bed. She handed me her belt and ordered me to put it on her. I knelt in front of her as she shed her robe and stood in front of me. Before I could put the belt around her waist she took me by the hair and tilted my head back. She pushed my face into her wet pussy and smeared her fragrant juices over me. For whatever reason it was obvious that she was aroused. From the hurt she had caused me? In anticipation of sharing me? I didn't know, but I was aware of my hurt; of delicious surrender. 




Andy's Journey Ch. 03



Through the haze of tears I was able to get her belt on and the vibrator inserted to her satisfaction. She commanded me to get on the bed, on my belly. She put on a glove and coated my ass with lube. She put more on the dildo. Without hesitation, or foreplay she lifted my hips and pushed it into my ass from behind. 

Her vibrator was on high from the start. She fucked me hard, calling me names as she thrust the plastic dick into me. I could feel the vibrations from her belt and I could feel her body reacting to multiple orgasms.

"Ungrateful bitch," she called me. "Sissy slut," was repeated several times. "I'm giving you everything, you slut."

It was like rape. Rough, hard sex. Despite my anguish my cock throbbed with lust. My hand, of its own volition stroked my shaft.

My cum gushed from me onto the sheet. The thrills that pulsed through the cells of my body were more intense than before. Mom did not notice. She fucked me until her belt vibrator had brought her satisfaction.

She pulled the cock out of me even as I was getting hard again. She reached for a glove and dropped the dildo into the basin beside the bed. Suddenly gentle she cleaned my ass with tissues as she told me how much she loved me.

Later she helped me dress in one of my nicest dresses. With panties, bra, nylons and heels. She helped me make up my face and put on a wig. I felt very feminine when we were done. The tears had stopped but I was still full of anguish.

Mom fixed me dinner. She was wearing a robe over her naked body. As we ate I was very aware of how she looked under it. With dinner over I cleared the table. I knelt in front of her, on the couch, when that chore was complete and she opened her bathrobe for me.

"You're my little girl now and I love you. I know what's best for you and you must submit. Do you understand, Andy?"

Her words brought back the anguish I had been getting under control. The tears flowed again, but I did not beg her to reconsider. I accepted what was to come as my fate. Even as I rubbed my face on her wild thatch and sucked at her clitcock; I savored the humiliation I would undergo the next day. I looked up at her, adoring her, then buried my face again in her hot, wet cunt. 

Her clit looked even bigger than it had. It was appropriate, I thought, an imposing clit for an imposing woman. I took it between my lips and sucked on it. I let my teeth rub against it and was happy to hear a satisfied moan from my mistress.

I sucked at my mother's pussy until she was replete. I sat next to her on the couch, close to her. We cuddled together until bedtime.

That night, she undressed me with loving kisses and caresses. Kisses and caresses that I returned with love. She put filmy nightgowns on both of us and we made love again. This time eating each other to glorious orgasms. She kissed me with a mouth full of cum. I fell asleep after that, my anguish temporarily forgotten.



Andy's Journey Ch. 04



This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance. There is an incident of spanking and a couple with piss.

All characters are age eighteen or older.

For background please read previous chapters.

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I slept later than usual the morning after my mother had told me about her friends. Mom woke me when she had breakfast ready for me. She handed me a bathrobe and told me to come downstairs to eat. I felt content and relaxed.

I was still wearing my nightgown from the night before. Mom was too. Her robe was open and the shadows of her tits and pubes showed erotically through the gauzy material. 

I was in the bathroom when I remembered what was in store for me that day. My contentment vanished.

I was to be put on display, shared as a sexual toy with two other women. Who knew what might come after that. My anguish returned. The feeling of contentment, the result of wonderful sex with Mom, had vanished. I felt tears well up in my eyes and angrily rubbed them away. 

Far in the back corner of my mind the truth lurked. Such gratifying degradation.

I buried those thoughts, my mother was betraying me, but I must obey her. Then I remembered the day before. The exciting and satisfying sex we had engaged in. Incestuous, yes. Debauched, perhaps. That was a large part of the thrill.

My mind in a turmoil I went downstairs. One thing was paramount; I must obey her.

Mom served me a good breakfast. She sat opposite me with coffee and talked as I ate.

"This will be a big day for you, Andy. You must trust me. I love you and would not do anything to harm you. I have set some rules for the ladies to abide by. They have agreed to do so.

"Our guests will be arriving about ten. We'll fix a salad and finger sandwiches for lunch. We can take care of that after you finish breakfast. Then we can shower and get ready."

I finished breakfast and cleared the table. Mom made the sandwiches while I fixed the salad. We put the food in the refrigerator and set the table in the dining room for four. Apparently I was to be included.

We went upstairs to shower. Mom took my collar off so I could shave. As we washed each other I noticed that Mom's clit was already enlarged. It appeared that she was anticipating hot times.

I knelt wanting to suck her. "Not yet, Andy. Later maybe," she told me.

After drying Mom, then myself, Mom combed her hair. Next we picked out the outfit I was to wear. "I've been having a little problem trying to decide just how you should dress, Andy, but I think pantyhose and bra first."

She meant, of course, crotchless panty hose. She opted for nude color. The bra she picked out was white, lacey and very feminine. As with all my bras it molded my chest into a small pair of breasts. She put a filmy white bed jacket on over it, but left it open.

She made me up next. Not completely. My eyes and eye brows; Rouge, too much I thought. Too much lipstick too, but no wig. She clipped on earrings and locked the collar around my neck.

In the mirror I looked a bit ridiculous. At least I thought so. Like a young girl playing at grown up. I asked Mom to let me wear a wig, but she refused. "You're not to look like a girl, Andy. You're to be a sissy boy."

I waited for her as she carefully applied her own makeup. She used cosmetics sparingly, but to good effect. When done she looked like a pleasant matron. Mom had me roll black seamed nylons on to her legs. She chose a short filmy white nightie, the color matched my bed jacket. She did not put on panties or bra. She had me put heels on both of us.

"I think we're ready," she said. "We'll go downstairs and get coffee ready for the girls."

She got her small overnight bag from the closet, the one that contained her strap on and other toys. She handed it to me to carry. I followed her downstairs. Her broad ass swayed beneath the gauzy fabric of her nightie. I found it quite stimulating. It helped me forget my embarrassment at my costume.

We set up the coffee maker in the kitchen, but did not turn it on just yet. We organized the living room next. Three comfortable upholstered chairs were positioned around a circular coffee table. Off to one side was a recliner. Mom had me clear an area of the living room about ten feet by ten. She didn't explain why. Last she got eight, or so, pillows from the closet and left them by the cleared area. She told me to put one of them next to the chair she would be sitting in.

A few minutes before ten. Mom turned on the coffee maker, opened the garage door and told me to set cup and saucers, sugar and cream on the coffee table. A plate of cookies too.

"You'll be kneeling on the pillow next to me, Andy," she instructed. "You are to look and act meek. You will obey all my commands without question. If I send you on an errand you are to return to the pillow as soon as you are done.

"If I tell you to go with one of the ladies you will do so. In that case you will do as she wishes. No matter what it is." She emphasized the last phrase. "She will be aware of what is not allowed. All else is."

"Yes, Mom," 

"Well, kneel there. What are you waiting for?"

I knelt on the pillow as she directed.

Mom puttered about making sure everything was ready.

I heard a car door shut in the garage. Someone had arrived. There was a tap on the door from the kitchen to the garage and Bridget poked her head in. She entered followed by Myra.

Mom met them with hugs for both then kisses on the lips. The kisses lingered for a few moments.

"Come on in," she told them. "Coffee's ready. 

"Andy, stand for the ladies and let them see you," I stood, my cock exposed and half hard. "Turn around." Mom commanded. 

"You may serve the coffee now." Despite the polite tone it was not a request. 

The women sat in the chairs around the coffee table I poured for them with my cock hardening rapidly. I set the carafe on a pad then, as Mom had directed me, I returned to my pillow.

The women sipped their coffee and nibbled on cookies. Mom spoke first. "You both know my son Andy," she said. "As I told you he has become my sissy boy. Panty boy might also be a good term for him since he likes to dress up as a girl."

I could feel my whole body turning red with embarrassment.

"I have found him to be a quite interesting plaything, girls. I thought of you both when I found out how much fun he could be. We have been friends and lovers for quite a while now and because of our friendship I decided to share him with you."

"Thank you, Alice," Myra said, echoed closely by Bridget.

"Andy," Mom said. "The ladies have a few things in their car. Please help them bring them in."

"Yes, Mom," I responded. I had been wondering if Mom had meant it when she said she found me to be fun. Even more, just how she meant it. I stood and waited for the ladies to go first.

The garage door was open. I closed it before exposing myself to the street. Myra pointed out two large bundles that seemed to be quilts, or pads of some sort. There were also two small suitcases.

I carried the bundles into the living room one at a time. Mom directed me to open them out, one on top of the other in the space she had me clear earlier.

The ladies threw the pillows onto the soft pads and set their suitcases next to it. They disrobed then, both stripping down to bra and panties. Like Mom both wore nylons and heels.

I watched the women with interest. Bridget was a large woman, big boned some would say. She was about 5' 10" and weighed about 170. She was not fat, just big. Her tits, hips and butt were all in proportion. She was slim-waisted for her size. I think that in her younger days she may have been a voluptuous beauty. The beauty was faded now and she seldom smiled. Her normal expression could be described as sour. At least in public. She was smiling now as she chatted with Mom and Myra. 

Bridget was a pillar of the community. She was very active with charitable work and was a leader in her church. Her husband was one of the cities foremost lawyers and a member of the city council. They were quite well off.

I somehow had trouble thinking of such a large woman having a name like Bridget. It just seemed, to me, that Bridget would fit a small, slim woman better.

Myra, physically, was almost the opposite of Bridget. She was about 5' 4". She had a compact body. Her breasts were the size of small grapefruit, her butt and legs eye-catching and her face pleasant. She was the smallest of the three. And the most attractive.

She had been married twice. Both divorces had resulted in large settlements for her. She did not need to work since she had invested her divorce profits wisely.

Mom asked her friends if they had decided who was first. "Bridget won the draw," Myra responded. "I hope she doesn't use him up, I like the looks of his equipment."

They all laughed. "Well, let's have him warm us all up," Mom said. "Come over here, Andy."

I moved to the front of my mother and when she spread her meaty thighs I moved between them. Her clit was hard and erect. I sucked it between my lips and gave her clitcock a blow job.

She came loudly and intensely. Her legs clasped me and her hands twisted in my hair. She pushed me away when She had orgasmed a second time. "Crawl over to Bridget," she instructed.

Bridget was waiting for me. She still had her panties on but she had pushed them aside to shove a couple of fingers into her vagina. I reached for the waistband and tugged it down over her hips. She lifted her ass to help me get them off.

She drew me to her pussy. It was hairy, like Mom's, her labia were large and fleshy. They were parted slightly to show me the redness of her inner self. She was surprisingly gentle. She caressed my head as I savored her scent. Her musk was strong. It overlaid a natural scent that was sharp, but not unpleasant. Her nylon sheathed legs held me firmly, but did not squeeze. I tasted her and licked at the dewy droplets on her labia. She sighed softly and urged me on.

I licked her and sucked her and made her cum. Her juices flowed and coated my face in her fragrant nectar. Her clit was a hard nubbin that I sucked between my lips. It did not match Mom's but few did.

Her hands held my head as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm. She pushed me back then. "Let's save some for later," she said.

I turned to Myra's chair. She wasn't there. She and Mom were on the pad together. Myra's panties and bra were off and she and Mom were fingering each other's pussies.

They saw me crawling toward them and separated. Myra shoved a pillow under her butt and splayed her legs lewdly. Mom held out a hand to Bridget who joined her on the mat.

Myra, too, had a full bush. But hers was slightly trimmed, the wilder parts. Her scent was sweeter than either Mom, or Bridget. Her taste was a sweet salty essence. Her clit, like Bridget's, was of a normal size. 

I buried my face in the folds of her wet cunt. My mother had started her juices flowing and she was hot and ready. She twisted her hands in my hair and I responded with passion. I licked and sucked and thrilled from the feel of her thighs clasping my head.

She rolled me over and sat on my face. She rubbed her pussy over me and came on my face. My tongue was deep into her tunnel and my nose rubbing her clit when she came again.

She moved back as the waves of her second orgasm subsided. "That was good, Andy," she said. "You make a nice sissy boy. Your mother is very lucky."

Mom and Bridget had their bags open and had laid out a number of vibrators. Both had a strap on belt too. I understood, now, why Mom had already had a strap on. It was obvious why she had seemed familiar with the equipment.

"Would you like him now?" Mom asked Bridget.

"Yes," Bridget's voice was husky.

I had returned to my pillow as Mom had instructed. My cock was hard and throbbing. It stood straight before me. I watched as Myra opened her bag. She too had a strap-on belt. She took out a butt plug next and squeezed lube on it. She turned to Mom and knelt presenting her ass. Mom pushed the butt plug into her and I heard a pleased gasp.

When she turned around again she was smiling. "Thank you, Alice," she told Mom. They hugged each other and kissed hotly.

Bridget had stood and come to me. She held her hand out to me. I took it and stood. She led me onto the mat. She lay down and drew me with her. Hot kisses made her desire known. She pulled me on top of her and guided my cock into her hot cunt. She was tight. She made a soft gasp when I entered her. But her hands on the cheeks of my ass pulled me into her.

She held me still letting her pussy enjoy the feeling of fullness. She loosened her grip and whispered, "Fuck me."

I lasted as long as I could with her. But I was so hot that I came far sooner than I wanted to. Even so she had an intense orgasm as she pulled my face to her for wild wet kisses. I filled her cunt with my creamy cum and as I softened Mom pushed me out of the way and lay between Bridget's thighs to suck my cum from her pussy.

Bridget gasped and held out a hand to Myra. Myra straddled her face and rubbed her pussy over Bridget's face.

It got hotter from there. I was eating Myra's pussy and Bridget was sitting on her face when I felt Mom putting lube on my ass. She slid the dildo into me, and thrust as her vibrator brought her to multiple orgasms. We were soon all cumming. My cum gushing from me onto the mat. The three ladies gasping as orgasms played music on their bodies.

Bridget and Myra took their turn at butt fucking me too. Both took me from behind. Myra as I ate Bridget's pussy; then Bridget as I sucked at Mom's clit.

My cum spurted onto the mat and Mom made me lie on my belly and lick it up. She pulled my pantyhose off my ass and spanked me as I licked at the slick white cum. She rubbed my face in it, not roughly, but decisively. She let the other two women take their turn at spanking my bare ass. The spankings weren't hard, but they stung. I was crying before they were done. More from humiliation than pain. Sobbing as I sucked at the gobs of cum on the mat. I was devastated, Mom had told me she would only spank me as part of another purpose, I felt betrayed.

The little voice in the nether reaches of my mind said. Not betrayal, delicious humiliation. Lovely, sensual.

They took a break for lunch. I started a fresh pot of coffee and the ladies sat naked, or almost so, at the dining room table. I was not allowed to sit, even though a place had been set for me. I was made to kneel beside the table and was fed when one, or another of the women felt like giving me something. The ladies drank wine with their meal.

They found it to be hilarious when Myra rubbed a sandwich on her wet cunt and fed it to me. At first I tried to refuse it, but Mom grabbed my hair and twisted. "Eat it you little slut," she said menacingly.

The other women did the same thing then. Laughing as they pushed the sandwiches, soggy with woman cum, into my mouth. I did not resist again, instead I savored the tastes of their succulent pussies.

During the meal the ladies discussed how much they were enjoying themselves. They talked as if I wasn't there. "You are so lucky, Alice," Bridget told Mom.

"Yes you are," Myra said. "Every woman should have a sissy boy of her own."

"That's a good idea, Myra," Bridget told her. "But where would we find one."

Mom laughed. "I was lucky, girls. Don't worry, we're friends. You can always use Andy."

After lunch the ladies made a circle and buried their faces in each other's cunts. Licking and sucking and cumming on each other's faces. I found the sounds and scents to be quite arousing as I knelt on my pillow and watched. They switched around a couple of times and it was about forty-five minutes before they broke apart.

The ladies laid together on the mat recovering from their multiple orgasms. They had all seemed to enjoy their threesome immensely. I waited, kneeling on my pillow, for Mom to tell me what to do. I had been butt fucked by all three ladies. I was spent for a while.

The women took a break. They stayed on the mat and talked. I could overhear most of what they said. In fact they seemed to have forgotten I was there. Myra sat up and said she had to pee. Mom laughed. "I do too. Let me show you how to use Andy for that," she said.

They all stood. Mom got the chain and hooked it to my collar. I was red with embarrassment. My mother seemed to be telling her friends everything that would embarrass me.

She led me, with the chain, to the downstairs bath. It was quite large and contained a toilet and sink.

Mom sat on the toilet and pointed to the floor between her splayed thighs. I knelt, without complaint, I would obey her; I had to. I heard the sound of her piss. Her hand gripped my hair. "Clean me up you little sissy," Mom said. She moved forward on the seat and pulled my head to her pussy to lick the droplets of piss from the lips of her pussy.

Myra and then Bridget sat and I serviced them the same way. Bridget's piss was especially strong, both the odor and taste.

Both women seemed to enjoy the experience. "That was delightful, Alice," Myra said. "Have you ever pissed on him?"

"Not yet," Mom replied. "I may sometime."

I was shamed by what had occurred. But, again, there were whispers in the dark reaches of my mind. Fuzzy visions of degradation, of women pissing and me supine.

Mom led me back to the living room, to my pillow. I watched, entranced, as they rubbed their pussies together. First Myra, then Bridget, straddled Mom and pushed their wet pussies onto Mom's hard clit. They used it as a cock and Mom seemed just as satisfied as the other women. They all came intensely.

They took another break and poured wine for themselves. They were all in a good mood as they sat in their chairs around the coffee table. I was still kneeling next to Mom.

Her hand was on my head softly caressing it. "Andy needs to be debased often, girls," Mom told them. "But I like to let him act like a man sometimes. He's quite well hung and can fill me nicely. He's been well trained to eat pussy, too. Perhaps we should use him that way.

"We all like that," Bridget said. The women laughed together.

"Actually, though, I had fun butt fucking him," Bridget continued. "That was a first for me."

"For me too," Myra said. "I agree it was fun."

"Does he want to be tied up?" Myra asked after a slight pause.

"He says not," Mom replied. "But I may someday."

They were talking about me, again, as if I wasn't there.

"We don't have time today, but he likes to dress up like a girl." Mom told them. "He liked it when we made him suck up his cum too." 

I was red with delicious shame.

They made another circle after that and ate each other's cunts for a long time. They all had multiple orgasms and the room was redolent with the scents of hot pussy and woman cum.

They broke up and started dressing. Mom told them to leave the dildos they had used on me. She said I would clean them. Both women thanked Mom profusely for a wonderful day.

"Can we tell anyone about it?" Bridget asked.

"Be discrete," Mom replied. "Only women who are in the know. Even then there are some you shouldn't mention it to."

With kisses and hugs the women left. They left the mats they had used too, for me to clean.

Mom saw them off and then came back to me where I was kneeling on the pillow. "Did you enjoy yourself, Andy?"

"I was very humiliated at times, Mom. I don't think it was fair of you."

"Andy, Dear, don't you understand? There is no fair for you. There is only your need to please me and obey me."

"Yes, Mom," I said. My tears were starting again. This did not sound like the love she had been telling me she felt.

"Andy, that is because I love you. It is because of that love that I made sure you came three times today."




Andy's Journey Ch. 04



"Yes, Mom. Thank you." I felt a little better.

"You can start cleaning up now," Mom told me. "Start with those dildos. Then the mats."

There was a sink in the laundry room. I disinfected the dildos and cleaned them thoroughly. The mats had removable covers, I took them off and put them in the washer.

It was nearing dinnertime when I put the mat covers in the wash. Mom set out the leftover salad and sandwiches for us. After dinner I cleared the table then put the mat covers in the dryer. I was pretty well caught up after that.

Both Bridget and Myra called Mom to thank her for a wonderful day. Mom passed their thanks on to me.

"I think there will be other times with the girls for you, Andy. Maybe even just you and I with one of them. That would be exciting."

Mom led me to bed. It was early but she was tired after her sex filled day. I was too. We didn't shower, I was glad because, even though she felt tired, Mom let me eat her cunt and suck her clit. She had been horny and sexually active all day. It was so enticing.

As I was falling asleep I wondered when she would clit fuck me again. It was worth the delightful humiliation of an enema to feel her inside me. I hoped she would do it from behind next time.

When I fell fully asleep I dreamed of lying on my back. My mother stood over me directing a golden stream of piss over me. The scene changed and there were three women standing over me directing golden streams at me. It changed again and there were a multitude of women pissing on my body, but my mother was foremost among them. She stood out like a shining queen, with bustier and quirt. I opened my mouth in an effort to catch some of her stream. Someday, I knew, someday it would happen.

I woke in the morning refreshed. This despite my vivid dreams of the night before. My mother was curled up next to me still asleep. I thought about my future, about the great changes that had come about in my life. About changes, unknown, still to occur. I thought of how much sex I would have in the future. Of the delicious distress that my mother, and her friends, would inflict on me. Of how my mistress, my mother, would fill my life with rapture. Of how wonderful my life would be.