Mom's Secret Ch. 04

"Both of them?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brendan!" she exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Anal sex with Mom 101?"

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

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

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

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

"Why?" I asked.

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

"We shouldn't have waited this long."

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

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

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

"Yes," I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. Please."

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

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

"Tell me again!"

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

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

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

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

"How was it?" I asked.

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

"Thank you," I said.

"No, thank you, honey."

"So who has the power now?"

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

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

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

"No, I'm good."

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

"I know. I like it that way."

"Suit yourself."

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

"Brendan?" Mom finally said.

"Yes, mother?"

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

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

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

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

"That's beautiful, sweetheart."

"So are you."

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

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

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

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

"The KY Jelly?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do it, baby! Cum for Mommy!"

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

"I'll teach you someday."

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

"Hmm?"

"Will you marry me?"

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

"Marry you?"

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

"But the age difference?"

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

"Brendan . . ."

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

"It would be . . ."

"So?"

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

"But?"

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

"But you are that woman."

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

"I guess you're right."

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

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

"Brendan?" she whispered.

"Mmm?" I replied sleepily.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she said.

"Merry Christmas, Mom."

THE END

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