Sicily's Lesbian Son

Sicily's prominent nipples stood at attention from the smooth flesh of her breasts behind her white bikini top and warmth built in her loins as the celestial image came into focus. The being smiled angelically as she stripped her white bikini top off without using her hands. It was as if the thing obeyed Sicily's carnal desires. Now exposing two flawless, perfectly rounded breasts, she stood between Sicily's inviting legs, gazing down at her with wanton affection, radiating beauty and sensuality mingled together.

"Take off my panties, mommy," the celestial's soft, feminine voice seemed to come from the ocean itself, and her lips didn't move. Sicily looked up and saw the familiar pink panties pulled snug and flat to the goddess' crotch. Her lust seeming to carry her along, she reached out with one little finger and placed it just inside the thin band of the pink, lace panties. Tugging slightly, she met her gaze.

"Go on," the feminine, hypnotic voice echoed.

Sicily slowly drew the panties down in salacious anticipation of seeing this divine girl's pussy. As she lowered the material, she could begin to see the thick shaft of a cock. Curiosity dragged the panties the rest of the way down revealing a heavy-looking, fleshy, hard rod that bounced up and down as it sprang from the panties.

Possessed with horniness, Sicily gripped the celestial pulsating cock and took it into her mouth, moaning on it as she gorged on it greedily. She sucked the cock with abandon, eyes closed, legs wide and pussy somehow being stimulated.

"Yes, mommy. Make your little girl cum!" The words electrified Sicily immediately and she began to suck with even more vigor. Impossibly, her titillation of the goddess' cock translated over to her and she was building toward a glorious, divine orgasm. That is, until she heard a familiar voice ruin her fantasy.

"See! I knew you liked cock! And your son's cock at that!"

Sicily's eyes flew open at the sound of Logan's voice and she became aware that this goddess was none other than her son, Dante. She gasped and her heart jumped so hard she snapped right out of her dream.

****~

Sicily sat up panting and dazedly looked around the room in mild confusion. She settled down once she realized where she was, on the couch across from Dante, their legs still draped over one another. Her consciousness grounded back in reality, she wondered when she took off her shorts and bra.

She glanced over at Dante whose dress had ridden up in his sleep, revealing pink underwear. At that moment, the beginning of her dream, the part before Logan showed up, flashed in her memory and her her pussy was again on fire, just like in the dream. She laid there, nipples poking through her thin, white tank top, pussy soaking her grey cotton thong.

Her insides stirred as she wrestled with her urges. She wanted to get up and run away, feeling ashamed of being in such a state right next to her son. But the sensuous portion of her mind begged her to touch herself and make herself cum, or worse, to slip Dante's panties off and have her way with him. Not wanting to fully give in to the demands of her prurient lusts, she resolved it wouldn't be so bad if she just teased herself a little, just enough to take the edge off.

She began to delicately caress her body, starting with her sides at the hem of her panties, then up her slender body to fondle her breasts through the napkin-thin top. Her prominent nubs ached as they pressed outward, anxious to be played with as she pinched each between her fingers. She gasped and arched upward at her own touch, cognizant of her son's smooth legs against hers.

She peeped down, watching to make sure he was still asleep, which he was. She kept her eyes fixed on him, adding fuel to fire as she played with her tiny tits. Figuring she should probably stop but not finding the mental fortitude to do so, her touches became more greedy, slipping one hand underneath her shirt to caress and squeeze and twist at her bare nipples.

She moaned softly and her other hand had already found its way to her wet, pantie clad slit of its own accord. Her skilled little finger played up and down the thinly masked crevice between her legs before orbiting on her sensitive clit. She shuddered, almost unable to grasp how she was being so naughty, or why it felt so amazing to be.

Sicily kept playing in rhythm on her most delicate bud while pulling hard on her nips, almost moaning aloud. She glanced down again to check to see if Dante had woken up, he was a very hard sleeper and the alcohol probably put him deeper.

Sicily devoured the sight of her cute little son, or daughter she thought as she fastened her sight on the pink panties, the goddess's words echoing in her mind. "Take off my panties, mommy." Sicily cringed in pleasure, repeating the words over and over in her head as she sped up her torturous tampering.

She rationalized that she should go ahead and make herself cum before she did something drastically wrong, like pull down Dante's panties and guzzle his cock like she did in her dream. She lifted her top up, exposing her buds to the open air and pushed her panties down to her mid thighs, her triangle of thin, black pubic hair on display.

Sicily attacked her tiny button zealously, pushing herself toward her much needed orgasm. He son's little foot, featuring pink toe nails, sat at her inner thigh, right beside her laboring hands. She couldn't help but grab and caress it while silently mouthing the words, "make mommy cum, make mommy cum," over and over again until finally, mommy came, spilling her warm honey all over the couch and on Dante's feet.

She couldn't care less. She just rode the wave of her magnificent orgasm wherever it would take her. Her hips bucked and arched into the air, panties down near her knees, squirting her juices in a pulsing, messy stream into the couch. Her fingers made sloshy sounds as she inundated her pussy with her cum and she continued playing until she was fully satisfied.

She licked her delicious fingers clean and then looked down at Dante again. Still asleep , she mused as she sat up. She then looked down at her self, she was a mess. Not just how she looked but how she had acted, like a sex crazed slut, and in front of her sleeping son. She began to feel the guilt trickle in as she stood, her panties dropping to the floor.

Sicily, with her hand over her mouth, unable to believe what she had done, picked up her panties and tried to clean up the mess as best she could. She carefully wiped Dante's feet with her undies, thankful he didn't wake up. She couldn't fully dry the wet spot out of the couch and figured she would just have to blame it on a wine spill. She pulled down her tight shirt to cover her still erect nipples and went up stairs to shower, panties in hand.

As Sicily prepped for her shower, she couldn't help but notice she was trembling a bit. Partially from the aftermath of her orgasm, and partially from the thrill of the way she achieved it, fantasizing about her gorgeous girly son. Even though she knew her attraction to her son was weird and even immoral, she convinced herself she had done nothing wrong since she didn't actually fondle him per se. But as she washed in the shower, she swore nothing like this would ever happen again.

Once convinced the coast was clear by the sound of rushing water upstairs, Dante opened his eyes, acutely aware of what just happened. Mom just masturbated and came on me!, he could barely contain his excitement, nor could he keep his cock restrained in his panties, though it was but the length of his index finger and not much thicker. He pulled his dress up and pulled his undies to his ankles and started stroking himself.

The horniness of the night before was reignited and his cock was so sensitive he could have cum in just seconds, but instead, he savored it, stroking slowly and teasing himself to the edge before backing away from it, only to approach again.

He was almost convinced his mother just made herself cum fantasizing about making love to him, as he had done so many times before. He moaned lightly, wriggling and caressing the soft skin of his chest, hips and thighs as he fondled his cock.

He sat up, still stroking, and took the panties off his feet and wrapped them around his penis. He wished he could have used his mom's cumsoaked panties and imagined it so. He feasted on the illusion, massaging his little cockette between his fingers and prolonging his pleasure by pacing himself. He unknowingly spent about 25 minutes lost in pleasure before he couldn't take it anymore and drove himself over the limit.

He sped up his stroking and allowed himself to cum, squirting milky semen in strong bursts all over himself. He kept squirming and moaning almost too loud as his cock pumped out its last drops on his pelvis. He had lines of white, sticky liquid trailing all the way from his chin, to his dress, his tummy and his panties. He hadn't cum like that in a long time and didn't expect to shoot so high.

He looked down at the mess he had made and contemplated how to get to his room. That's when he noticed he didn't hear shower water anymore. how long was she out the shower? How long was I... , Dante mused when he suddenly heard his mother's footsteps right around the corner.

He panicked and quickly covered himself with one of the larger couch pillows like he did the night before, except this time he was staining it with his cum. He wiped the cum off his chin right before his mother appeared, wearing a fluffy, white bath robe and a smile. "Good morning, pretty girl."

"Good morning, ma," Dante smiled back, appreciating the designation but nervous that he had made himself into a cum sandwich with the pillow and still had cream in the palm of his hand. He kept it in a fist at his side as his mom talked.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't really remember much of last night," he fibbed, embarrassed about what he had said.

"I should have thought twice about giving you alcohol. You'll have to wait three years for that to happen again," mom chuckled. "You're quite the diva when you're tipsy y'know."

Dante giggled nervously and blushed, he might have convinced her that he didn't remember, but was sure she always would.

"Oh, and uh, you probably don't remember but I spilled some wine on the couch last night. You're probably laying right on it," Sicily said, sure he felt the wet spot and wanted to give an explanation for it. And she also wanted to see Dante en femme again, just a little harmless eye candy for mom.

"Oh, I don't really feel it. Maybe it dried. I'll clean it up later though," Dante said, not wanting to move and reveal his sticky situation.

"Well, I'm about to make breakfast, why don't you go get showered and we can eat together."

"In a minute. You can go ahead and get started, I'll be ready to get up soon."

Sicily found his unwillingness to get up rather suspicious. "Baby, I told you, it's ok that you have on a dress. We had this talk last night and I'm totally ok with it. I think it's cute. You don't have to be shy with me." She knew that he already knew this but he didn't budge, which made her realize there was something else he was hiding, and she had a good idea what it was.

"Ok," Sicily began as she walked over and sat at the edge of the couch, "I'm going ask you something and I want you to promise me you'll tell the truth. And remember, there is nothing you could do that you should be embarrassed about. I won't laugh. I won't scold. I won't judge."

Dante nodded, knowing what she was going to ask, sure there was no escaping this situation. His mother was very persistent and she always ended up getting him to comply.

Sicily looked him in the face. "Sweetheart, did you play with yourself while I was up stairs?" she asked in a reassuring tone.

Dante nodded reluctantly.

"I see. And did you make a mess on yourself?"

He nodded again.

"And you're covering yourself so I don't see."

Dante nodded, expecting his mom to leave it at that and let him alone while he cleaned himself up. He was surprised when she fastened her hands on the ends of the pillow. "Let me see, baby. I want you to know there is nothing to be embarrassed about." His eyes widened at the odd request. Not only did she know he masturbated but she wanted to see the evidence. Hesitantly he complied, somewhat comforted by his mother's accepting tone.

Sicily slowly flipped the pillow over and her eyes widened at the view of her pretty sun dress striped with thick, white goo. Her eyes went lower and saw her pink panties wrapped around his spent cock, which she found so adorable. No wonder they fit him so well, in this state his penis wouldn't show but a little bump behind the lacy material.

Her eyes came back up to meet his. "See, honey, there's nothing to be ashamed about. Everyone masturbates some times, even me," Sicily said, not sure if she should divulge such information, but didn't want her son to feel like a freak.

"Really, mom? Even you?" Dante played the part well.

"Even me," Sicily smiled. "It's a good way to relieve stress and to explore your own sexuality, and it really comes in handy when you're single. There is nothing wrong with playing with yourself every now and then, hell, even all the time, but the number one rule is, 'don't get caught'," Sicily said with a cheeky grin, thinking herself clever.

My mom just gave me permission to jack off , Dante thought. He didn't really need her to approval but having her blessing to cream her panties any time he wanted seemed hot. Had he not just finished he'd be standing at attention.

"Now why don't you let me take care of these dirty clothes and you shower while I make breakfast?" Sicily said, removing the soiled panties right off her son's cock before lifting the dress up. Though startled at his mom's boldness, he lifted his arms and let her undress him before skittering upstairs to the bathroom.

After a hot, relaxing shower, Dante returned down stairs and stood in the doorway to the kitchen, wearing only a towel. "Uh... can I... borrow a pair of panties, mom?" Dante asked. His mother turned around to look at him, smirking when she saw the towel up around his chest rather than his waist.

"You know where to find them, hon'," Sicily permitted as she turned back to the stove. Dante smiled and headed back up. He took his sweet time picking out a pair of underwear, finally deciding on a cheeky lime green nylon pair. He donned them and a little black silk robe and went back down stairs.

The two had pancakes, eggs, sausage and orange juice as they talked about nothing in particular. It just seemed like the most normal and natural thing in the world for a mother and her cross dressing son, who just masterbated to one another, to share a meal and talk. They both appreciated the serenity of the moment and commented that it could be a new Saturday morning ritual.

"So, mom, could I pick out another outfit?"

"Well, I would let you, but judging what you did with my dress this morning, I don't know. Not that I mind washing a couple extra pieces, but if you're going to be dressing like this every day, you might as well have your own wardrobe."

"Every day?"

"Yeah, if you want. I see no harm in having another pretty girl around the house."

Dante blushed. He never thought he would get to dress up around his mother at all, and now he could do it every day and not just on the weekends or when she was on vacation. It was a dream come true. "Wow, mom. I never thought you would be so cool about this. When can we go shopping?"

"We can go later today if you want. Then we can have a nice girl's night, just like last night minus the alcohol." They finished eating and lounged around the house for a few hours until they were ready to go. Dante removed the polish from his fingernails then they got dressed and left.

Sicily bounced from one store to the next, much more excited than Dante, who was far too nervous to be. He was thankful he and his mom wore the same size since it meant he didn't have to try anything on in public. All he did was give his opinion on the items his mom picked out as if they were for her, and she tried them on and bought them.

After splurging in just about every clothing store in the mall, Dante and Sicily left with several bags full of clothes. Dante now had an entire wardrobe of feminine attire. He had form fitting pants, including leggings, yoga pants and jeans. There were pretty blouses, short shorts, skirts, dresses and panties. He had a couple of new teeny bikinis his mother insisted on.

He almost objected since he could never wear them in public, but was reminded they had a pool and hot tub back home. Sicily had bought him cute little pajama sets, makeup, stockings, training bras, and even lingerie, commenting that it's not always about having a partner, but feeling sexy. And Sicily also took the opportunity to get a couple items for herself as well.

Once they arrived back home, Dante was eager to try on his new clothes. He went to his room and put on his playlist while he tried on every article of clothing, coming down to model for mom every few minutes. She would complement him and also give fashion tips while she cooked dinner. Dante settled on a white skirt and yellow halter top that showed off his taut tummy, and black and yellow Batman cotton panties underneath.

Later, they ate and talked and lauged. Sicily did Dante's nails again, this time in pale yellow and she also helped with makeup. It was like they were girlfriends, fully comfortable around each other, even when half naked. But there was a constant, underlying lust between them that neither could help but notice and they both tried to suppress it as best they could. They eventually fell asleep on the couch again, legs caressing and both completely turned on.

****~

Sicily stood at the shore staring down at her feet, the clean, clear water rinsing her toes in waves. "Come bathe with me, mommy!" She looked up to spot the familiar figure calling out to her from several feet into the water. Her voluptuous curves, displayed in a white one piece swimsuit that barely covered anything, and her tempestuous aura immediately drew Sicily in. The attraction seemed magnetic.

She began to walk forward toward the beautiful goddess who waded in the water under the orange, setting sun. She was up to her ankles in the warm, refreshing water when her wrist was grabbed and pulled backwards abruptly.

"No! What are you doing!?" Sicily looked back to see Logan, a desperate plea on her face.

"Logan... I... I'm sor-" Sicily began as Logan pulled her in and kissed her lips.

"It's ok, babe. I understand," Logan assured as they began kissing again, this time more passionately. Sicily started to caress Logan's supple body and she did the same to her, almost in sync. As she caressed, she noticed there was only bare skin and the two stood naked on the white sand up to their ankles in water.

Sicily felt all the familiar feelings of love, lust and trust that she shared with Logan over the months and longed for this reconciliation. But the whole time, thoughts of her willing goddess played in the back of her mind. She thought of how she sucked her cock and felt it in her own pussy and how she seemed to be only concerned with Sicily's pleasure rather than her own.

After they broke the kiss, Sicily looked back out into the ocean to see the woman sitting in the water pleasantly watching, with a slight smile. Her goddess approved. She looked back to Logan who wore jealousy in her expression.

"I knew you would leave me for cock! Go on then, go play in the water with your son!" Logan shouted and abruptly disappeared.

"Come, mommy. Now we can play in the water," the goddess said.