Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 00:55:14 -0400
From: Desolation Angel <desolation_angel_722@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mom's Secret - Chapter 2 (Transgendered, Shemale)

Synopsis: This story is about a  15 year old boy named Brendan who lives
with his single mother, Christine.  One day, Brendan nearly has sex with his
girlfriend, only to panic at the last moment, causing him to question his
sexuality.  When he returns home, he finds his mother, doing laundry in the
nude.  He discovers her secret, that she is a transsexual.  After the
initial shock, the two discuss the matter, and Brendan accepts his mother
for who she is.

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-4-

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

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

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

"Mom?" I called.

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

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

"Hi," I said.

"What's up?" she asked.  I moved closer.

"I need to talk to you about something?" I said.

"Sure, kiddo," she said, patting the spot on the bed next to her.  "What's
on your mind?"

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

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

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

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

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

"So how do I know?" I asked.

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

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

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

"What do you mean?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm just about finished anyway," said the brunette.

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

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

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

"You like it?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said.  "Those guys are cute."

"Why don't you get under the covers?" she suggested.  "Get warm."

"OK," I replied.

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

"Come here," she said.

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

"Compfy, sweetie?" she asked.

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

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

"No," I said quietly, "I don't mind."

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

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

"Not at all, sweetie," she answered.

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

"Your turn," she said softly.

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

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

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

"I love you," my mom said softly to me.  "You don't have to do anything you
don't want to do."

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

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

-5-

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

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

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

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

"Yeah," I said.

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

"OK," I replied.  "You can too."

"Would you mind that?" she asked.

"No," I whispered.  "I want you to."

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

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

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

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

"Mom . . ." I whispered.

"What?" she replied.

"Can we turn the video off?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

"Big boy . . ." she said and I blushed.

"Thanks," I said, not sure what else to say.

"You're beautiful," she told me.

"So are you," I replied.

"Come here, my big boy . . ."

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

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"I love you, Mom," I assured her.

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

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

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

"You're an amazing kisser," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't be mad or grossed out," she said.

"I promise," I said, laughing slightly.

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

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

"Thank you, Brendan," she said, her eyes glistening.

"Did it feel good?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "even if it wasn't natural."

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

"OK, then," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Blow on them," Mom whispered.

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

"I have an idea," Mom said, kissing me.

"What?" I asked, kissing her back.

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

"Good idea," I said, kissing her between each word.

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

"Cool," I said.

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

"Ready?" I asked.

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

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

"God, Mom, you're so hot!" I cried out.  Mom burst out laughing.

"Why thank you, Brendan!" she replied, beaming.

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

"Stand up," I said, once we had stopped laughing.

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

"Why?" she asked.

"I want to see you walk," I told her.

"You've seen me walk," she said.

"Not naked!" I exlcaimed.

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

"Do you like Mommy's dick?" she asked.

"Very much," I said.  "Do you like mine?"

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

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

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

"Spread your legs," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," she said in a whisper.  "Let's do it together."

"OK," I agreed.

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

"I'm going to . . ." I said.

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

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

"OK," she breathed in a ragged whisper.  "Do it."

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

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

"Mom?" I said.

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

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

"I think we should talk now," I said.

"I'm so sorry, Brendan," she said softly, looking at the floor.

"For what?" I asked.

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

"Don't be sorry," I said.

"I know how it is for boys your age," she said.  "When you're 15, you're so
full of hormones that you'll do anything to get off.  I took advantage of
you."

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

"You didn't make me do any thing I didn't want to," I said.  "I'm glad we
did it. "

"Are you sure?" she asked nervously.

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

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

"I'm so glad you said that, Brendan."

"Come on," I told her, standing up, and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Let's clean up."

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

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

"We should get something straight," she said, after we'd cleaned up, and
were enjoying the soak.

"Yeah?" I asked.

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

"I won't tell anyone," I agreed.

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

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

She laughed and agreed that it was probably true.

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

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

"Goodnight, baby," she said.

"Goodnight, Mom," I told her.

I snuggled in close to her and soon fell asleep.