Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 07:14:19 -0500
From: Desolation Angel <desolation_angel_722@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Mom's Secret" - Part 3, TG - Shemale

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

If you enjoy this story, please let me know by emailing me at
desolation_angel_722@hotmail.com!

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I woke up the next morning feeling warm and contented.  I opened my eyes to
find myself lying in my mother's bed, completely naked, covered by soft,
downy blankets.  I looked at the clock.  It was nearly ten AM!  I was going
to be late for school!

All at once, the memories of the previous night struck me.  I remembered my
mom and I watching a gay porno together, masturbating together, bathing
together, and finally sleeping together.  If this could be called normal,
that was disrupted by the fact that my mom was no ordinary woman.  She was
a transsexual - a woman born as a man who now lived as a female,
indistinguishable from a real woman in every sense, except that she had
male genitalia.

I thought of her enormous cock, which had dwarfed my own, as she gripped it
tightly in her small fist, jerking it until the tip turned red and sweat
glistened off her unblemished honey-colored skin.  I thought of the way
we'd ejaculated together in perfect unison, reaching a mutual zenith with
our bodies entwined.

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

I left my mom's room, stopped in my bathroom to pee and brush my teeth,
then walked downstairs.  It was very warm on the first floor and I
immediately noticed a large fire roaring in the fireplace.  I also noticed
the smell of waffles, which became more powerful as I approached the
kitchen.  I could see my mom standing at the counter, back to me.  She wore
a white, fluffy cotton bathrobe, which covered her well but still showed
the right curves.

My mom's name is Christine.  She's 39 years old and works as a producer at
a local television station.  She's tall and athletic with long, golden
blonde hair.  She also has D-cup breasts and a fabulous, firm ass which she
always shows off, even when she doesn't mean to.  I knew all these things
before.  What I didn't know as that she was a transsexual.  After she
married my father, her sperm was used to impregnate their best friend, my
"Aunt" Natalie.  After I was born, my father was diagnosed with cancer and
passed away, leaving behind the love he had for his wife and son.

I had discovered all this only yesterday.  After an embarrassing sexual
episode with my girlfriend Ann, I'd come home and inadvertently caught my
mom doing laundry in the nude.  When she turned around, I discovered her
secret.  She had told me everything and although it was hard to accept at
first, I quickly realized that I loved my mother no matter what she was.
This, however, was far from the end.

Later that night, we talked about my encounter with Ann and I admitted the
possibility that I might be gay.  Mom encouraged exploration and we watched
a gay porn movie together and one thing simply led to another.  There were
many factors involved, of course.  The movie and our natural love for one
another combined in a way we hadn't expected.  I also think there was more
to it, on a subconscious level.  We'd always felt a sexual attraction to
one another but, this night, it all came to the surface.

"Smells good," I said.  My mom turned around.

"Good morning, honey," she said, smiling.  "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby," I replied.

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

She wore a white, silk nightie which was low-cut enough to show ample
cleavage.  It was hemmed and trimmed with lace mere inches below her
crotch, which bulged outwards as her erection grew.  My own cock
immediately became fully erect in my boxer shorts.  She looked down and
smiled, blushing.

Mom reached behind me and grabbed my ass, then pressed my crotch against
hers, grinding them together with only two thin layers of fabric separating
us.  I opened my mouth and she did the same.  As we rubbed our aching cocks
together, our tongues wrestled in our mouths.  I slid my hands down the
back of her nightie, kneading the flesh of her butt as we French kissed.

"Eat your breakfast," she said, when we finally came up for air.

"Do I have to?" I whined.

"Yes," she said.  "Eat your breakfast or I'll make you go to school."

"Was it cancelled?" I asked.  She nodded.

"And I called in sick for work," she added.

"You're sick?" I asked, slighting alarmed.

"No, silly," she said.  "I just figured there's a lot of things we need to
talk about and it's best we talk about them now.  We need to get our heads
straight about everything that happened last night and what we're going to
do about it."

"OK," I agreed.

I sat down at the table and Mom served up one of the most delicious
breakfasts she had ever made.  Once I had started eating, she closed her
bathrobe again (it was a little chilly in the kitchen) and sat down across
from me to eat her meal.  For the first few minutes, we ate silently,
neither sure how to start the conversation.  It's not that we were
embarrassed, exactly, but this is the kind of situation very few people
have any experience dealing with.

"My first concern," she told me, "was that you would wake up regretting
what we had done.  But considering what just happened, I don't think that's
the case."

"Nope," I said, grinning.

"I don't regret it either," she told me, grinning herself.

"But where do we go from here?" I asked.  That was the big question.

"That's up to you," she said.  "What do you want?"

"Well," I began, setting my fork down, "I think you're the sweetest, most
beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever met." She blushed bright red.  "Last
night was an eye-opening experience for me.  Now that I really know how
amazing sex can be, I want you to teach me everything you know.  I want to
try everything and I want you to be the one I try it with."

"Are you absolutely certain, Brendan?" she asked.

"I am," I told her.  "Who better to show me how to make love than the one
woman I can trust and feel safe with more than any other woman on Earth?"
I reached out and took her hand.

"I would love to teach you, sweetie," she said, giving my hand a squeeze.
"I think we should take it slow but everything you want to try, I'll try
with you.  Maybe you could even teach me a few things."  She smiled.  "I'll
do everything I can to make you feel comfortable and loved."

"I know you will," I said.

"But remember we have to have a few rules about all this," she said
sternly.  "Most importantly, no one can find out about this.  And just
because we're doing these things doesn't mean you don't still have to do
what I tell you.  I'm still your mother, not your girlfriend."

"That's fine," I told her.

By that point, we had finished our meal.  I took my plate to the sink,
rinsed it, and put it in the dishwasher.  I took Mom's plate as well,
leaning over her shoulder and kissing her on the neck as I took it.  Once
it was all cleaned up, she rose from the table.

"I'm going to take a shower," she said.

"Oh?" I replied, then smiled.  "Want some company?"

 * * *

 Two minutes later, we were standing in my mom's bathroom.  Her shower was
a glass-enclosed cubicle which I knew would allow both of us plenty of
room.  My mom leaned in through the door of the shower stall, adjusting the
water, getting it to the right temperature.  I stood in front of the
mirror, checking my face for pimples.

Mom walked over and stood behind me, looking at us together in the mirror.
She smiled and I smiled back.  Then I felt her hands on my stomach and
shivered delightedly.  Her fingers traced my skin until they reached the
elastic waistband of my boxer shorts.  She pulled them down slowly and I
watched in the mirror as my semi-rigid cock popped free.  Mom slid my
shorts down to my ankles, then lifted my feet so I could step out of them.
When she stood up again, I was buck naked.

Mom stepped back and I turned around to face her.  She slowly undid the
knot around her waist and peeled away her bathrobe, letting it drop to the
floor.  She took hold of the hem of her nightie and pulled it swiftly over
her head.  She stood with her hands on her hips, allowing me to freely
admire her body.  My eyes moved from her beautiful face down her delicate
throat to the tender flesh of her breasts.  The large nipples looked as
tasty and inviting as ever.  My eyes moved down to her flat stomach and
then I groaned in frustration.  She was wearing panties.

"You're such a tease, Mom!" I exclaimed.  She giggled.

"You didn't expect me to walk around with no underwear, did you?" she
asked.

"Yes!" I replied.  "If I had my way, you wouldn't be walking around with
any clothes at all!"  She giggled again.

"Patience, dear," she said.  "Now, do you want to see Mommy's little toy?"

"Yes!" I practically yelped.

"Yes . . . what?" she asked.

"Yes, please!" I replied.

"OK," she said.  "Because you're such a nice, polite boy, I'll let you see.
I might even let you play with it if you're good."

I couldn't take my eyes off the three bulges in her panties as she hooked
the waistband with her thumbs and slowly began to pull them down her
thighs.  The bulges became her long, thick cock and her two balls, which
looked as big as limes to me.  She pulled her panties off and sniffed them,
then handed them to me.  I closed my eyes and sniffed deeply.  I could have
melted into the floor right there.

When I opened my eyes, Mom was smiling at me impatiently.  I put the
panties down on the sink counter and nodded that I was ready.  She reached
out and wrapped her slender fingers around my dick, making it instantly
hard, and sending jolts of electricity through my body.  She led me by my
cock into the shower and shut the door behind us.

With the warm water and steam, it felt as if we had been transported into
our own, private world.  She stood beneath the showerhead, eyes closed,
face turned upward.  She ran her hands through her hair until it was
thoroughly wet, then pulled me over.  My hair was wet in minutes.  When I
opened my eyes, she was smiling down at me, looking as sexy as ever with
her wet hair.

"Wash me," she said, handing over the bar of soap, then turning her back to
me.

I did as I was told, lathering up her shoulders and back, then working down
to her butt.  I was very thorough there, you can probably imagine.  I even
slid my soapy hand between her cheeks to get every last nook and cranny.
When that was finished, I knelt down to soap up the backs of her thighs and
her calves.  Occasionally, her legs would part enough to give me a glimpse
at the back of her scrotum and I couldn't wait to get there.  Somehow, I
knew, my Mom would save that for last.

When I was finished with the back of her body, I stood up, and my Mom
turned around.  I began by lifting each arm and soaping her hairless
armpits, then I lathered up her breasts until they were covered with suds.
I took my time before progressing to her stomach and finally her gorgeous
manhood.  Or, should I say womanhood?

I ran the bar of soap between her scrotum and her butthole, which elicited
a moan of pleasure from her lips.  Then I scrubbed gently at her sack
before allowing the water to rinse it clean.  Finally, it was time to wash
her cock.  I rubbed the soap between my hands until my palms were covered
with suds, then took her meat in both hands.  I stroked it gently, cleaning
it and stimulating it at the same time.  Within seconds, she was rock hard,
and her ten inches jutted straight out.  Veins bulged from the shaft.  The
head was a dark shade of purple.

"Thank you," she said.

"My pleasure," I told her.

"Come here, baby," she instructed, and I did.  I rose to my feet and my mom
wrapped her arms around me, holding me against her chest.  I put my arms
around her waist.  I could feel her cock flattened between our bodies,
throbbing and pulsing.  I opened my mouth and allowed one of her nipples
into my mouth.  I sucked it and rubbed it between my lips, or flicked it
with my tongue, making Mom groan and beg for more.  I was happy to oblige.
She held me there for a long time but, to me, it could not have been long
enough.

At last, it was my turn to be washed.  She washed me the same way I had
washed her, first doing the back of my body, then making her way to the
front.  She spent an extra-long time washing my balls.  I think it was just
to torment me.  I wanted to feel her fingers on my prick so badly that I
could have cried.  But I tried to be patient.  She was a pro, after all.

"Brendan?" she said.

I opened my eyes and looked down.  Mom was crouching in front of me.  Her
wet hair was hanging limply at her shoulders.  Rivulets of water ran down
her body, between her breasts, and dripped down off the tip of her cock,
which dangled between her thighs, hanging so low it nearly touched the
shower floor.

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"I'm going to do something now, OK?" she asked.

"OK," I replied, still whispering.

"If you feel uncomfortable or scared, just let me know," she said.

I nodded to show her I understood.  Mom's eyes locked with mine and
remained locked as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, just a
little bit.  She took the base of my shaft in her hand and guided the tip
towards her open lips.  It came to rest on her tongue and she closed her
mouth over the head.  It was so warm and tight that I gasped out loud and
braced myself against the walls to keep from falling over.  I could feel
Mom's tongue as it ran circles around the swollen tip of my dick.

She held my balls in one hand and used that to guide me.  She would tug one
way and I would move my hips forward.  The inches of my shaft would
disappear into her eager mouth.  Her tongue would run a line down the
sensitive underside.  Hot saliva coated every inch.  Then she would tug the
other way and I would pull my hips back, watching as the inches slid out
until the cock was standing straight in the open air.

Mom would flick her tongue at the hole at the end.  Thin streams of precum
would hang, suspended, between her tongues and my dick.  Just when I
thought the thread would break, she would take me in her mouth once again.
Her pace quickened.  Just when I became convinced I could not possibly get
any harder, she would squeeze the right spot and I my cock would stiffen a
little more.  The pain was excruciatingly sweet.

She moved her head back and allowed my dick to fall out of her mouth.
Without using her hands at all, she tucked her face into the pocket of skin
directly beneath the base of my cock.  She kissed it lovingly, occasionally
pinching the skin between her lips and tugging gently.  She placed her
lips, in an O-shape, and sucked in until one of my testicles would pop into
her mouth.  She would work it gently with her tongues and cheeks before
letting it pop out again, and moving on to the next.  She licked the seam
up and down until it dripped with spit.

Finally, she returned to my prick and began to nurse it, always increasing
her speed and intensity.  My hips bucked wildly and I knew I couldn't hold
out much longer.  As I looked down, I saw that Mom was gripping her own
cock tightly in her fist and beating it hard.

"Mom . . ." I breathed.

She looked up at me without missing a beat.

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

She nodded and continued sucking me off.  I could take no more.  My entire
pelvis jerked forward as the first surge of my orgasm tore through me.  I
could feel the rush of liquid through my cock as it spurted into my mom's
throat.  The first blast was followed by a second, then a third.  I felt
like it would never stop.  I just kept pumping more and more semen into
Mom's mouth and she swallowed it a quickly as I filled it.  At last, I
finished.  Mom milked the last drops and my knees buckled.  I slid down to
the floor with my back against the glass wall.

Mom crawled over to me and leaned against me, her head resting in the
hollow of my shoulder.  I could only stare forward, wide-eyed, as she
looked up at me.  Between my legs, my cock twitched.  My mom reached under
my crooked right leg and began to stroke it gently.  It was so sensitive I
thought I might scream.

"Oh . . . my . . . God . . . in Heaven . . ." I finally managed to say.

"Mikey likes it," she said, smiling.

My entire body shuddered again.

"That was fucking amazing," I said.  My mom frowned.

"Watch your language, Brendan," she scolded.  I had to laugh.

"So you'll give me the most incredible blowjob anyone has ever given but
you won't let me swear?" I asked.

"No," she said.  "And remember rule number two."

"I do," I said.  "But, umm, can I use it, like, as a verb?  In the right
context?"

"I suppose," she said, after a moment's thought.  I smiled and kissed her
on the lips.  No tongues this time, just a soft, warm kiss.

"Thank you, Mom," I said.  "That was absolutely wonderful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said.

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

"I love you too, baby," she said.  We kissed again and I held her closely
against my body.  Our hearts beat in unison.  My love for her had never
been stronger and I knew she was feeling the same thing for me.  She had
shown me how much she loved me and now I wanted to show her.