Michael Bk. 01 Ch. 07: Experimentation

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Michael - Book 1- Chapter 7 - Experimentation

Lisa begins preparing Michael for the next step in his gender evolution.

Sleep didn't come as quickly as it should have for Michael. The events of this evening's activities continued to run and re-run through his mind. He had brought his mother to explosive, geyser-like orgasms two nights in a row, now, and wondered if it was going to be the same every night. He hoped not. He didn't know that she could handle it. He knew she could have non-squirting orgasms that didn't knock her out but he also knew that she was enjoying this new experience. 'I'll just have to be a bit more careful,' he told himself. 'I don't want to be the cause of her having a stroke.'

He leaned over to check her breathing and felt her pulse -- both of which appeared normal -- before snuggling up to Lisa's back and finally drifting off to sleep.

For the second morning in a row, Lisa woke with Michael spooning into her back. At some point during their slumber, he had managed to worm his right arm under her neck and his hand had curled around and was gently cupping her left breast. His left hand was laying across her waist with his hand cupped over her right breast. From time to time, each of his hands would squeeze the breast it covered, gently stroking her nipples. It was that squeezing that had woken her.

Her body was responding to the subtle stimulation and her nipples had begun to harden. As she gained full consciousness, she discovered that her hand was between her legs and she was massaging herself. The more she became aware of her surroundings -- the early morning light was beginning to filter through the curtains, telling her it was only just after dawn -- she realised that her hand was touching something other than her own flesh. Slowly, she realised that she was wearing panties. But not just panties. She felt something thicker covering her vulva. Her eyes, which were only partially open, shot wide open as she felt that the liner that sat snuggly in the gusset of her panties was soaking wet.

Lisa gently extricated herself from Michael's arms and slowly slid out of their bed. The discovery of the wet panty-liner had also triggered the realisation that she desperately needed to empty her bladder, which was painfully full.

Once off the bed, she crept to her bathroom. After pulling a number of sheets of paper from the roll mounted beside the toilet fixture and dropping them into the bowl -- she wanted to mask the sound of her urination so it didn't disturb Michael -- she lowered her sodden panties and sat. The flow was both immediate and intense.

Her pissing stimulated in her a need to also empty her bowels, a habit she had had since early childhood. As she sat there, she reviewed what she remembered of the previous night. She knew she had been fully naked when she went to bed because she was looking forward to playing with Michael before going to sleep. She then recalled Michael's little surprise with the strap-on dildo. She also remembered coming a number of times during their sexual experimentation before she was finally overcome by a huge final climax. She didn't remember squirting but assumed that, with an orgasm of that magnitude, she would have done. The fact that she couldn't remember anything after that, brought her to the conclusion that she had passed out ...again. This assumption was supported by the fact that she had awoken wearing panties and that a liner had been fitted into the gusset of those panties. She didn't remember doing it, so her darling Michael must have cleaned her up and made sure she was protected from any further leakage as she slept.

It was then that she removed the liner from her panties and examined it closely. It was certainly as wet as a panty-liner could be; certainly wetter than it should be. She then lifted it to her nose. There was no real acidic urine smell, so the juices that filled the liner were obviously her own lubricants and ejaculates.

'I'll have to ask Michael what happened last night,' she thought. 'I can't understand why, after all these years, I have suddenly started having such massive orgasms and why, after never having done so before, I have started squirting. I wonder if Angela might know? Perhaps I will ask her next time I see her.'

Having finished her toilet routine, Lisa washed her hands and cleaned her teeth, before stepping into the shower for a quick all-over wash. She knew that Michael must have wiped her over last night, but she wanted to be perfectly clean for him when he woke.

Her ablutions done, she dried herself off and, grabbing her satin wrap, quietly crept through the bedroom and headed downstairs to the kitchen. She pulled the bedroom door behind her so Michael wouldn't be disturbed by the noise she might make while preparing breakfast.

After having retrieved the Sunday papers from her front porch, Lisa was sitting at the kitchen bench with a cup of coffee when Michael finally came downstairs. He, too, was freshly showered and was wearing his wrap. Dressed as they were, they looked like a matched set. On closer examination, however, they were sufficiently different to get away with their relationship without their familial connection being brought into question. Someone who didn't know them would tend to see the differences rather than the similarities.

Lisa spun on her stool to greet her lover. Michael slipped his body between his mother's legs, which had opened to let him in, and pressed his body up against hers. He tilted his head forward and planted a saliva-filled kiss on her beautifully soft lips. Lisa's mouth opened as she felt his tongue pushed its way into her mouth to meet its counterpart. They tongue-danced for a few moments as Michael's hands began to massage his mother's exquisite breasts. He felt her nipples harden under his hands and knew that his own were doing the same thing.

Lisa's hands replicated the actions of those of her son, moving up his body to feel the slight swelling of his small breasts. Unlike Michael, however, she wasn't trying to massage the beginnings of his breasts, she was searching out his long hardening nipples. While he squeezed and manipulated her mammary glands, she was scissoring his long, pencil-like rods between her first and second finger. She both squeezed and slid her fingers up and down his enlarged shafts. Both mother and son moaned and groaned as their desire for each other increased

Lisa slid forward on the stool so she could feel Michael's mound begin to grind on hers. Her spread legs had opened her wrap so her vulva was exposed to that of her son. Michael's was hidden behind a layer of satin, however. She momentarily released her hand from Michael's breast and reached down to open his wrap so they could feel each other, skin on skin.

Unable to control himself. Michael released his lip-lock on his mother's mouth and knelt so his head was level with her smooth, hairless pussy. Without hesitation, he drove his mouth onto her open slit, inserting his tongue straight into her vaginal canal. As he knew she would be, Lisa was pumping out lubricating fluid as if her floodgates had been opened during a torrential downfall. He lapped at her vagina as a kitten laps a bowl of milk. Unlike a kitten, which drinks to sustain itself, though, Michael was devouring his mother's ambrosia purely for the enjoyment. From someone who had never enjoyed such sweet-tasting juice, less than two days ago, he had become an addict. He couldn't get enough. When he had consumed everything she had on offer, he slowly rocked his head upwards, allowing his tongue to slide up along her open slit to her clitoris.

He felt her buck under him as he wrapped his tongue around her swollen nub. She squealed in delight as he lowered his lips around her protruding foreskin and began sucking her little penis into his mouth. As he felt his mother start to climax, he released his hold on her clit and moved back down her slit. Her spasms went into overdrive when he dived back into her love canal with his rolled and pointed tongue. He could tell that she was trying to contain her screams as she came but he knew she was having little success. As she came down from her orgasm, Michael withdrew his tongue from her vaginal passage. Lisa maintained her vice-like grip on his head as she continued to hump against him. It seemed that she was endeavouring to extract the last drop from the bottle he had been feeding her. He, likewise, was continuing to lap up every last drop of vaginal juice she was able to produce.

The act of carnal love became self-perpetuating. The more he lapped, the longer she continued to spasm. The longer she continued to spasm, the more love juice she produced. The more love juice she produced, the more he lapped it up.

In the end, Lisa had to push Michael away from her. Her whole slit was too sensitive to touch. Even his tongue was causing her pain. As he pulled away, however, Michael noticed a thick, white, creamy liquid that had been ejaculated from her urethra. He dived back in and collected it in his tongue. She hadn't squirted, this time but this liquid was nothing like her normal squirting ejaculant. This, he suspected, was her girl cum. It had a distinctly bitter tang to it, nothing like anything he had ever tasted. He decided to share it with his mother.

Standing, he moved in to kiss her and deposited a small amount of the liquid into his lover's mouth.

At first, Lisa could only taste her own juice. But she soon received the different bitter taste.

"What was that?" she asked.

"That's your girl cum, Mum," Michael said. "I told you about it yesterday and you didn't believe that girls could ejaculate like boys. Well, there is the proof that what I said is true. You didn't try to drown me this time -- like you did last night -- but you did produce a wad of cream from your own little prostate gland.

"We learned that such thing is possible in our biology classes, but I've never heard anyone talk about it as if it was real. So far as everyone at school is concerned, it's just a myth. But it's not just a myth. I've seen it with my own eyes. Not only that, I've tasted it with my own tongue. More importantly, it was my own mother who showed me how real it is."

"Boy!" he added, with a big smile on his face. Just wait 'til I tell the kids at school!"

Lisa's eyes opened wide in shock.

"You can't tell the kids at school, Michael. Don't you remember? We agreed to keep this to ourselves. In fact, you're the one who made that one of our rules. Neither of us it to tell a single living soul about our relationship."

"But, how can I not share such an earthshattering discovery, Mum?" Michael asked. "I have a moral responsibility to share such discoveries with the whole of mankind. If I don't, there will be people who will go through their whole lives without knowing that women can ejaculate, just like men."

Lisa looked up at her son with a pleading look in her eyes, only to discover the huge 'gotcha' smile on Michael's face.

"Just sayin', Mum," he said as she swiped her hand across his satin-covered backside in a playful smack.

Lisa pulled him back into the vee of her open thighs and pulled his head down to her. She was well aware of the fact that he had given her a number of cataclysmic orgasms during the past ten or twelve hours, without having satisfied himself; of course, she wasn't aware of the orgasm he'd had while satisfying her last night. She decided that it was time he received a reward.

As she pulled his head down to hers, she stood and turned him around so his back was up against the island bench. She then reached down between them and untied his sash and opened his wrap, before doing the same to her own. With both wraps undone, she then reached up and slid the wrap down off his shoulders. It slid down his arms and pooled at his feet on the floor. She shrugged her own wrap from her shoulders and let it slide down her body to join that of her son. She then put her arms tightly around Michael's body and pulled him to her. It was as if their bodies were now one.

After a few minutes of passionate embrace, Lisa helped Michael to climb up onto the bench and laid him back across it so that his bottom was resting just on the edge. She moved a couple of the barstools so that they were positioned either side of her and rested Michael's feet on them, He was now wide open. His open vulva hung just out over the edge of the bench.

Lisa bent herself forward and began playing with her son's small breasts, the nipples of which had been as hard as copper rods for almost an hour. They were longer, harder and more sensitive than he had ever known them to be. He felt that if his mother were to play with them, he would explode. He had learned yesterday, just how closely they were linked to his vagina. Lisa also remembered just how sensitive his nipples and areola were and had no intention of using them to set him off. She was going to set him off, however, she was just planning to light a different wick.

She felt him squirm as she played gently with his nipples before shifting her attention to other parts of his body. She remembered how he had toyed with her the previous afternoon, discovering sensitive spots and erogenous zones that she didn't know she had. 'This will be a good time to turn the tables,' she thought.

From his breasts, she gently moved her hands outwards, working them into the hollows under both armpits. This is usually a ticklish spot but she remembered reading somewhere that it is also a sexually stimulating spot in some women. This proved to be the case with Michael. Not only did he squirm when he felt his mother's hands gently slide into his armpits, but he also moaned and drove his vulva into his mother's stomach. His hips lifted and his legs hooked behind her as he tried to pull her closer to his dripping vagina.

While her fingers tickled his armpits, Lisa lowered her head and inserted her tongue into Michael's little navel. Like hers, it was an insy. Also like hers, it was extremely sensitive. As she delved into its deep interior, she felt Michael -- who, by this time was rubbing his open vulva up against her stomach -- gush a load of lubricant all over her belly. Mind you, her own vagina had also been gushing large volumes of juice, which was running unchecked down her legs. She looked down and saw that the floor was gleaming with spilt feminine lubricant. Using her feet, she flicked their wraps along the floor to the other end of the bench in an attempt to keep them dry.

Michael released his leg hold on his mother as she moved further down his body to his mons, which she kissed passionately before moving down into his slit. She did a detour around her son's clitoris, deciding it was too sensitive to attempt at this stage. She did lick her way down along the smooth skin between his thigh and vulva -- first one side and then the other -- before delving into his vagina. Lisa had one advantage over her son. She had an exceptionally long tongue; a fact she had discovered during one of her few lesbian experiences as a high school student. Her partner couldn't get over how Lisa was able to massage her G-spot with her tongue when many couldn't find it -- let alone do it -- with their fingers.

In Michael's case, she wanted to see if she could reach his G-spot without breaking his hymen. She would really love to bring him to a climax by massaging his erogenous pad, either orally or digitally, as he had done to her the during their first sexual encounter. She could feel Michael beginning to squirm as her tongue wormed its way deeper and deeper into his vagina. After her earlier work on other parts of his body, he was sitting right on the edge of oblivion. But it was a cliff that Lisa didn't want to push him over just yet. As she felt her tongue come up against Michael's hymen, she decided to leave the G-spot massage for another time and move on to explore a new frontier. Besides, she didn't want to take his virginity in this way. 'That's something that should be given,' she thought, 'not taken.'

Michael let out a disappointed groan as she extracted her tongue from his vagina.

Lisa lapped up the large quantity of juice Michael had produced to help lubricate her tongue and, as a reward for his disappointment, she ran her tongue up the full length of his slit. After wrapping her tongue briefly around his clitoris -- which lifted Michael's hips off the benchtop -- she followed his slit back down towards his vagina. She didn't stop at his love tunnel, however, but continued down, drinking in the juices that had escaped down along his perineum.

Being licked in this part of his body was something Michael had never experienced. He found it incredibly stimulating. Not up there with his armpits and belly button, perhaps, but stimulating, none-the-less. He once again lifted his hips to meet his mother's tongue.

After running her tongue along Michael's perineum a couple of times, however, Lisa continued to follow the trail of love juice all the way down to Michael's tight little anal ring. She had noted that many writers described this part of the human body as looking like a rosebud, but that didn't seem right to her. Others had described it as being like the neck of a tied balloon; which more closely fitted the comparison. But Lisa had an affinity to sea creatures and had always seen an anus as more closely resembling a sea anemone, mainly because, when you put anything near it, it clamped tightly shut.

And clamping tightly shut perfectly describes what happened when she started rimming Michael's anus. It was a natural reaction, of course, as Michael had never had anything anywhere near that part of his body -- apart from his own hand when he cleaned himself up after emptying his bowels, that is. But, as his mother persisted with her rimming, he began to relax his sphincter. He was actually enjoying the feel of his mother's tongue. Until she tried to push the point into him. His natural reaction, once again, was to tighten his gland to prevent entry.

Lisa didn't pull away, though. Instead, she kept up her lingual massage of his little anemone. Finally, Michael was sufficiently relaxed that she was able to push the tip of her rolled tongue in through the first barrier.

Anilingus was something she had learned during her brief experimentation with lesbianism when she was back in high school. She remembered how she had felt the first time her girlfriend had first attempted it. Her reaction had been the same as Michael's. She had resisted at first but her partner had been patient and she had eventually come to enjoy the strange sensation that anal stimulation created. It was certainly nothing like vaginal stimulation but, as she became accustomed to her girlfriend's ministrations, she began to enjoy it. In fact, her girlfriend had managed to bring her to a climax a number of times. That earlier experience had made it a little easier when her husband suddenly decided to anally rape her. It had still been painful -- after all, she had never had anything larger than a couple of fingers in her rectum -- but at least she knew to relax her sphincter, rather than try to prevent his access. That would have been a recipe for disaster.