A Gift in Disguise Ch. 16

You are a very sexy and sexual man. Erika knows, sees, and feels the effects of your sexuality on her already, Tom. I can tell she does. More importantly, she is not afraid of it or automatically resistant to it. She's just not quite sure how she should handle it. A little encouragement from you would go a long way, Tom.

So if you think that because she's your mother, she won't appreciate your showing her that you consider her to be sexually desirable, then I suggest you don't think too much.

Teddy and I went through this, and from what Geri has told me, so did she and her father. My relationship with Teddy and Geri's relationship with her father are both closer and stronger than ever before. Both were strengthened by physical sexual intimacy.

There are a few things you and Erika might try to ease into it - whatever 'it' turns out to be.

First of all, show her the photo book Misako Sato dedicated to you. It's not porn, Tom. It's truly art, but she already knows about the possible sexual side effects. See how she responds to the photos. Ask her to describe for you exactly what she's seeing. Her words will tell you what she's seeing, but her voice will tell you what she's feeling. You'll hear her sex before you see it.

Also, when things start to heat up, she's 'Erika' and you're 'Tom.' Addressing her by her name rather than 'Mom' is a subtle but very clear sexual signal that she won't miss, but neither will she be offended by it. She'll hear it as your giving her permission to temporarily step out of her 'Mom' role and let go to become the sexpot you're lusting for and she is longing to be.

Now, this one is going to be more difficult for you: During any times when the two of you seem to be on a sexually converging path, stop looking at her or even thinking of her as your mother. For a few minutes or hours, block that out. Look at the beautiful, sexual woman underneath those clothes. Don't be afraid to get an erection looking at her, and Tom, don't be afraid to let her see it either. Remember, she's seen your fully erect manhood more than once, and she enjoyed the effect that had on her. She's fantasized about holding onto it and feeling it growing long and hard in her hand. If you try to hide it from her, she'll maybe think you don't want her to handle it. You do, Tom, and I know you do. Let her know it with the same certainty I do.

Tom, once when we were in bed, you said to me,'I can be anyone and anything you want me to be.' Time and again you've shown me you can, Tom - beyond even my wildest imagination, and you know better than anyone how wild that makes me.

What makes that so amazing for me is that you're not role-playing. It's like you smoothly and completely morph into exactly the man I'm craving at that particular time. And when you do, you enjoy it just as much as I do.

Well, be the same way with Erika. Just as you seem to always do with me, focus entirely on reading exactly what Erika wants and needs sexually. Then be the anyone and anything she wants you to be, just like you do with me. Be excited by what she wants you to be; don't be afraid of showing her you can be; and enjoy what she will become when you're the man she so desires.

Communicate to Erika that she can be whatever she yearns to be when she's with you. This may be difficult for you, especially once you see the sexual side of Erika Connors that I've seen and experienced. And once you begin to see it, Tom, go with it. Don't do anything to constrain it, and don't do or say anything that reminds her she's your mother. Let your own needs feed hers and satisfy hers as yours are being met, too.

You won't force her to do anything neither of you want to do, Tom, believe me. She would no more want that than you would try to do it. But don't be afraid to be a man rather than her son with her, either. Everything about her will tell you what she wants and doesn't want. Her body will tell you what she wants you to do with her and doesn't want. Trust what your minds and bodies are telling both of you to do.

I also suggest you don't give a second's thought to what others would think if they were ever to find out. Fear of other people's words, attitudes, and prejudices get in the way of strong relationships. But right now, you're in an even better position than I am to help restore your mother's emotional and sexual health. I happen to think you're in the best position of anyone to make your mother smile and feel desirable again."

Sharon stopped talking to give me time to fully take in everything she had just said.

A few minutes earlier Sharon had told me, "Don't think too much." Those were the very words Lorraine had used more than once in guiding and encouraging me to overcome my situational impotence and also to have sex with Jamie.

It was at that moment I decided to make an appointment to go back on the clock with Dr. Lorraine Theriault, Clinical Psychologist. I was not the least bit concerned that I already knew the direction our conversations would take, and I suspected I already knew what her recommendations would be. In point of fact, I found myself hoping that Lorraine might support what Sharon was suggesting. That hope did not seem as alien to me as I might have expected.

"I'll think about it, Sharon. I promise."

"I know it's strange right now, Tom. But I know both you and Erika better than you think. You'll talk it through. Regardless of what you decide, you'll do what you know is best for both of you," she concluded with certainty.

When she spoke again, it was as if a master personality switch had been thrown. The confident seductress had returned in both voice and body language.

"Now, about that book of photos it seems almost everyone else in the world except me has seen ...," she said suggestively in a way that caused me to quickly become hard under my slacks. I made no effort to hide it from her.

As I unpacked the photo book, I mentioned having the SD card with Geri's drawings of what she had seen looking at Misako's photos of me.

Sharon practically dragged me into her bedroom where her computer was.

"We can look at everything in here. I'll look at Geri's drawings after I've looked at Misako's photos ... if I can make it that far without cumming!

I finished unpacking the box, which now included the zipper nylon case of condoms and lube that had arrived today in the mail. I casually set it aside.

Sharon spotted the zipper case containing the wrapped condoms and the lubricant.

"What's that?" she asked. Without waiting for my answer, she grabbed it and looked inside.

"Well, well, well. This isn't your usual corner drug store or even well-stocked sex shoppe stuff," she observed with remarkable expertise. She looked at the lube bottle label, then opened the lid and sniffed the contents. "Ummm, spearmint. My favorite flavor," she said with a leer that once again reinforced that the Sharon Madison I had come here to have sex with was back.

"A friend put me on to a manufacturer of made-to-measure condoms and the lubricant." I went on to explain about the fitting process and the lubricant.

"And would your 'friend' happen to be a certain beautiful newhalf photographer of Japanese-American descent?" Sharon asked, her facial expression brimming with smugness reflecting her certainty she had guessed a secret.

I looked at her, straight-faced, and simply answered, "Nope," with no further explanation.

Sharon gave me a brief questioning look punctuated with surprise and slight disappointment when she realized I was being truthful rather than teasing her. She tossed the case aside.

She walked over to the loveseat in her bedroom and sat down. She motioned for me to bring the photo book and join her.

"Beautiful leather cover," she said with genuine admiration.

The skirt part of her sundress had climbed way up her legs when she sat down. I placed the book on her lap. The photo book's leather cover rested on her bare tanned thighs. I allowed the back of my hand to slowly and softly caress one thigh when I withdrew my hand from beneath the book.

Sharon shivered very slightly with my hand easing across the bare skin of her thigh.

"Risa told me about their neighbors who made this. Really, really nice. There's something about the warm soft feel of the leather against my skin that ..." She stopped abruptly in response to a stronger shiver rippling through her.

Sharon barely glanced at the title page before going to the next page, the dedication.

Just as all the others had, Sharon seemed to study every word Misako had written in the dedication. When she finished, she slowly turned to look at me.

"Misako's giving you a literary blow job, Tom. She really wants you," Sharon said very matter-of-factly. "The Club may have to comp you and Misako a room for after the exhibition." She gestured toward the zipper case with the condoms and lube and said, "And you'll want to make sure you're fully prepared."

I gave a little laugh, but Sharon said, "I'm serious. If her photos are even half as sensual as these words she wrote to you, I may not make it through the book today. I'm getting wet already."

Sharon took a deep breath as if to bolster her resolve to finish it. Then she turned to the first photo.

From the several times I've had sex with Sharon either in person or via her video link, I've learned to read the progression of her arousal signals. The signals are very subtle in the beginning, but as she becomes more and more aroused, they get progressively stronger and more obvious.

So when I saw Sharon's mid-arousal signals appear while she looked at the first photo, I also wondered if Misako's words as much as her photos may have an arousing effect on some people.

As she went through photo by photo, Sharon revealed more and more telltale signals of her sexual excitement. She made no effort to hide them from me.

By the time she stopped on the last photo in the book, Sharon's face had reddened as her muscles had tightened. She was unquestionably right at the edge of orgasming now. She began taking slow deep breaths to regain control, to try and back away from the edge if she could. She seemed to be losing the battle.

"Take the book away, baby! Please!" she gasped desperately.

When she is close, Sharon's entire body becomes sensitive to the slightest touch or movement. I was concerned that my carefully and slowly closing the photo book and lifting it from her lap might still push her to premature orgasm.

The instant I lifted the book from her lap and placed it on the end table next to the loveseat, the sexual tension in her body seemed to begin to relax. It was as if the leather photo book cover being in contact with her skin had been part of her stimulation.

We sat quietly for a few seconds while she was regaining her composure. A few more deep breaths caused the redness in her upper torso and face begin to fade, however her nipples remained defiantly pointy against the thin bodice of her dress.

I was tempted to reach over and let my fingertips trace the outline of her nipples straining at the fabric, but I resisted.

Showing remarkable restraint, I sat quietly until I felt she had sufficiently recovered. Then, I asked, "Sharon, tell me what you were seeing in each photo that got you so excited so quickly?"

She turned again to look directly at me.

"You and her. Together in every photo. Every single photo in that book. You and her."

"Her? Who was she?" I asked.

"You," Sharon responded with obvious exasperation as if to add, "I just told you! Weren't you listening?".

"There was a woman in the photos who looked like me?" I asked.

"Not 'looked like'. She is you. Don't you get it? She is you. It may be a side of you very few people can see, but she was - is - definitely you," she said quite emphatically.

"What do I look like ... the woman that is me?"

"Beautiful. So feminine. So sexual. So natural. Such beautiful skin. Eyes of lustful fire. And such a gorgeous cock on such a beautiful woman," Sharon answered softly, her voice oozing with her own rebounding arousal.

After a minute or so, Sharon seemed to at least partially recover, saying, "Geri's drawings?"

I had more questions about what Sharon had seen in Misako's photos, but before I could ask any of them, the mysterious phantom feminine voice I'd sensed before but could not identify softly but firmly commanded me from within, "Not now."

Sharon's computer was already warmed up, so I slipped the SD card into its port and mouse-clicked to reach the thumbnails of Geri's last two drawings.

I clicked on the next to last one, the drawing Geri had done showing me alone sitting fully clothed across from her in her apartment.

"She should be doing portrait drawings, shouldn't she, Tom? Be sure to show that one to Erika. She will want one of those framed for her house. That is an excellent portrait of you. It captures more of your personality even more faithfully than photos, it seems to me."

Sharon's very professional assessment suggested that the only image she had seen in this drawing was me. Whereas in this same drawing Kerri had seen the nude feminine figure with an erect penis standing next to the seated and clothed male me, Sharon had apparently seen only the male me in it. Exactly as Geri had drawn it, nothing more or less. Sharon had seen nothing overtly sexual, only what she described as an excellent portrait of me that my mother would be proud to display to visitors in her home.

I mouse-clicked to the second of Geri's drawings, the one which included the nude feminine me with my full erection and standing next to the seated and clothed male me from the preceding drawing.

I could not even begin to read the expression on Sharon's face as she looked at the drawing. Geri's drawing of the nude feminine me standing next to the seated and clothed male me was having an effect on Sharon to be sure, but I couldn't quite read it. At least not at first.

Sharon was focusing intently on each part of the drawing. Geri's drawing was triggering a response I had never seen in Sharon before. Her body was again showing her familiar signs of arousal, but the "onrushing freight train" orgasm I had seen building in her before had been replaced by a more measured but no less intense message that I was feeling with every sexual sensor in my body.

Finally, Sharon turned her eyes from the drawing and looked directly at my face. It felt as if she was comparing every one of my facial features to those she was recalling from Geri's drawing.

Her gaze made me think she was seeing me but that I reminded her of someone else as well.

"Tom, have you ever felt like a woman - or wondered what it would be like to be one?" she asked quietly and seriously.

Under other circumstances, I might have laughed and dismissed her question as absurd.

"No, but why are you asking me that, Sharon? Why now?"

"Geri's drawing of you as a beautiful nude woman but with a penis. She was exactly whom I saw when I looked at Misako's photos of you. The womanly you. It was still you, but it was also like it was another part of you that we might not normally see."

Sharon paused briefly, then continued.

"Risa prefers newhalfs, trans women, to men or women. That includes Misako or maybe especially Misako, because she says they seem to be able to make love like both men and women. Not either a man or a woman, but both.

But Tom, she told me when you and she were in her suite at The Club after the show on Family Night, she said you touched her in ways that only a woman ever has before. She said you seemed to change effortlessly from a man's way to a woman's way and back again to excite her the most.

Tom, there is a beautiful, sexy woman inside you. Some of us have seen an image of her because of Misako's photos and Geri's drawing. You're no less masculine, no less virile because she's there, though. If anything, her presence makes you even more desirable to women ... and likely to men and trans women, too."

There was no questioning the sincerity in Sharon's words. They were a bit disquieting for me, in large part because of the way she half-whispered them with that breathy, sexy voice of hers.

Sharon was looking intently at me again in a way that told me whatever or whomever she was seeing with her eyes, I would probably never see looking back at me from a mirror.

She stood up slowly, put her arms around me, and pulled me close into a long, deep, wet kiss.

"Take me now the way you want to take her. Any way you want her!" Sharon commanded in a voice of mixed lust and desperation.

I had no idea who "her" was, but there was no doubt that a strange sense of both comprehension and unrestrained permission came over me.

I tightened my arms around Sharon and returned her kiss with my own. Our bodies struggled to claw closer to each other even as we remained fully clothed. Her dress's skirt now pushed up high, she forced a bare leg between mine and lodged her thigh firmly against my hardness.

Between the intensity and aggressiveness of our kissing and the fervor of our grinding our still-clothed sex together, we were both rushing closer and closer to orgasms.

At some point, with only our sex sounds and actions but no words of assent, we began rather roughly removing each others clothes with little regard for damage that might be done to her dress or to my slacks and shirt.

Since Sharon and I had begun have sex months earlier, her body had slimmed and toned, her appearance had become noticeably more youthful, and her sexual stamina was in the stratosphere. As a result, we were both naked and fucking on her bed in almost no time at all.

Sharon has known and appreciated from day one at their lake place when I was still in high school that a woman's body hair intensifies my sex drive. Her personal appearance in public as a respected real estate agent restricted her accommodation of my hair fetish to an incredibly full but neatly trimmed pubic bush.

And today, she had been remarkably accommodating. So much that after our first and most intense mutual orgasms, she did not drift into her usual post-orgasmic sleep.

Perhaps it was a combination of my quickly recharging hardness and her own resurgent stamina and desire. Whatever the reason, after a few minutes of deep breathing and body cooling by both of us, we found ourselves ready to go again, albeit at a more measured pace. More accurately, though both of us had been intensely satisfied by our orgasms, we both still felt still stimulated, still aroused.

Propped on one elbow, Sharon looked at me through post-orgasm soft eyes and said, "Tommy, you know that one of the nice benefits of our having sex has been that my nipples have become much, much more sensitive.

I'd really like it if you would kind of see if you can ..." She smiled demurely as her voice trailed off. I looked at her nipples, both taut and erect. Her desires were clear.

"And what will I get in return if I do?" I asked playfully.

Her innocent smile began to look more like what I suspected my playful leer did. She slowly took my almost full erection in her hand and said, "Spearmint is my favorite," while her eyes drifted to the nylon zipper bag with my new condoms and flavored lubricant.

"Why don't you put the pillow up against the headboard then use it to help you sit up," she suggested.

I had no more than taken her suggestion than she worked herself between my legs and was using my chest to support her back.

I wrapped my arms around her under her arms so that my hands and arms were comfortably supported with my hands having easy access to her large firm breasts and their still-taut and erect nipples.

"Lightly," she urged.

We both sat comfortably and quietly with my fingertips lightly and slowly just touching the sensitive skin on her breasts. Her ass was pushing up against my erection and balls and sandwiching my hard-on between our bodies. We were both relaxed and slowly becoming more and more aroused in our quiet foreplay.