Our Secrets (Gay SPH)

By ShyTammy.

My son was up to something. I’m not sure what his behavior tipped me off, but something was going on. I could just feel it. This was of particular concern to me because my son, Alex, is not really like other boys. He is small for one. Though he just turned 18, he looks more like an underdeveloped 14-year-old. He also has very effeminate mannerisms. He had such a hard time in High School with bullies that I thought I would have to home-school him. Fortunately, he is also very bright and graduated early with some concerned teachers’ help.

I guess it is my fault in a lot of ways. I baby him because he is the absolute light of my life, and he is a Momma’s boy. He was conceived while I was very young, still in high school. His father was a lovely boy, also small and effeminate. We dated for a while in high school, and I became pregnant with Alex. Shortly after that, his father came out as gay. His family was pretty wealthy and has always provided for us, particularly after my parents kicked me out of the house at age 17 for getting pregnant. His father has visited him a few times, but it is just Alex and me for the most part.

I have also not been the best at providing a male role model for Alex. My attractions are evenly split between sweet effeminate men and masculine guys. I have dated a few of the former but always just break their hearts with the latter. Lately, I haven’t dated much at all, though I admit to bringing home the odd guy on occasion to meet my sexual needs, which isn’t too much of a problem as I am still reasonably attractive.

At 36 years old, I stand a good 5 foot 6 inches tall. I am of Italian American descent, so I have a lovely olive complexion and dark curly hair with brown eyes. I am a bit on the curvy side and always have been, but I am not what most would call overweight. I have been referred to as ‘voluptuous’; basically, I have an ass to match my 38 DD breasts. Generally, my dress style ranges from business professional to sexy. I usually wear dresses and skirts; I never really got into wearing pants and jeans.

Anyway, I should get back to telling you my problem. I work part-time in the evenings at a call center. As I said, Alex and I have always been modestly comfortable with the child support paid by his father’s family, but I work because it wouldn’t feel right just to sit around. Lately, Alex has brought in a relatively large amount of money from his little computer programming business. That seems to be his one true refuge, computers.

Last Wednesday, I had just one of those days. I stubbed my toe cleaning our apartment; I misplaced my keys and ran late for work. When I got halfway to work and saw that I needed to stop for gas, I just gave up and decided to call in sick. I turned around and went home.

When I got home, I called out, “Alex, honey. I decided to call in sick today.”

No answer.

“Alex?” I called again, and still no reply. I went up to his room to see if he was OK, and it was empty. I found the same thing in the computer room that he used. “Huh?” I said to myself, “He must have gone out.”

Immediately my stomach filled with butterflies. Now I know what you must be thinking, ‘geez, the kid is 18. Stop being overprotective,’ but you have to understand, Alex is a unique kid. He is a bit socially awkward, and he just doesn’t have what I would call ‘street smarts.’ On top of all that, he has never shown much inclination to be out independently. ‘Maybe he just caught the bus to the store for a soda or something,’ I thought.

I sat down to watch some TV, then cooked some dinner, and as the minutes turned to hours, I was almost in a complete panic as Alex still hadn’t returned.

Then 15 minutes before I would typically get home from work, the front door opened, and in stepped Alex. He was flushed as if he’d run for a couple of blocks, but he was otherwise OK.

“Oh! Hi, Mom,” he said in a surprised tone. “What are you doing home?”

“Oh, I just got off work a little early and figured we could have dinner together,” I said, playing it calmly. Not wanting to be a complete freak of an overprotective Mom. “Where have you been?” I asked in a casual tone that sounded forced to my ears.

“Oh, I just went out for a walk,” he said.

“Really?” I replied. “That’s different.”

“Yeah,” he responded nervously, “I just needed some air.”

The lie hung in the air between us, thick enough to cut with a knife. I looked into his eyes, and he immediately looked down at the floor, unable to meet my gaze. I thought about pressing the issue more, but then I remembered that he is 18 years old, and it’s not wrong for him to go out and have a little adventure on his own. Maybe my baby was growing up. It made me a bit sad, but I let it slide.

“OK, sweetie, I hope you worked up an appetite.”

As we sat down to dinner, he was still nervous the whole time. The uncomfortable silence stretched until he finally excused himself and went to his room. ‘Something is up,’ I thought.

Over the next week, I watched his behavior closely. He was more private than he had ever been with me before. We had always been very open with each other, best friends even. Lately, he was more guarded, and I noticed that he would sometimes lock the door to the computer room when he was working on something. It was all adding up, but to what?

Did he have a new friend? If so, what kind of friend? I hadn’t speculated too often on Alex’s sexuality before. He was mostly just ‘My baby.’ I had never even come across anything that would be classified as masturbation material. So I mostly thought of him asexually, though if I had to guess at the time, I would have said probably gay. Of course, it didn’t matter to me; I loved him no matter what.


I decided to find out for myself. I took a while to plan it out. I would take two days off of work, but each day I would pretend to leave and wait in my car across the street and see what happened. I am not as controlling and overbearing as I sound. It was just that I needed to know that he wasn’t getting into anything over his head.

The following Wednesday, I put my little plans into action. I dressed for work, as usual, kissed him goodbye, and wished him a good day. I pulled my car out of our apartment complex and parked next to some bushes across the street. They gave me a good view of our front door.

After waiting about ten minutes, the door opened, and Alex walked out. He walked out of the house with a clear purpose and headed straight to the bus stop on Broadway. Pulling out a few cars back, I followed the bus for about 5 miles until I saw Alex get off at the mall.

‘Hmm, OK, maybe he is just hanging out at the arcade or something,’ I thought. ‘That wouldn’t be so bad. But then why wouldn’t he just tell me about it?’

I followed him into the mall at a safe distance. He walked through the mall with a definite purpose, not like somebody shopping, stopping to look at things. He was headed somewhere, and I struggled to keep up without blowing my cover.

I kept pace, weaving through people about thirty feet back. Eventually, he led me straight to the food court area, and he made a beeline straight for the hallway that I knew led to the bathrooms. As I watched him go into the hallway, I wondered what he was doing. I guessed he could have been there for some other reason and just decided he had to go to the bathroom.

I waited for him to come out and waited and waited. After about five minutes of waiting, I decided to get a soda and sit down. As the time dragged on, I wondered what the hell could be going on in there. I tried to remember what was down that long hallway. Was there an exit he could have slipped out of? I didn’t think so. I placed a row of pay lockers, the bathrooms, and a water fountain, all located at the end of a longish hallway.

As I sat and watched, I saw a few people come and go. No one came out scandalized, so my worst fears of some perv fondling him were probably unfounded. One person did catch my attention was a stunningly attractive blonde girl. She was very young, tall and thin, and very statuesque. She strutted with the confidence of a runway model, too, very sexy. She had legs that went on forever. I had let my imagination run, thinking about her for a few seconds. I defiantly appreciate the female form of a beautiful woman and have even experimented sexually with a few.

Then I noticed something in my subconscious screaming for my attention. I realized that I had recognized the girl, but I couldn’t place where.

OK, you may be ahead of me here and think that I am too slow for words, but honestly, put yourself in my shoes. All my attention was focused on seeing my young, shy, and awkward son emerge from those bathrooms. When it finally dawned on me that the confident and sexy young lady I had noticed and briefly fantasized about was my son, my jaw must have just hit the floor in drag. I was stunned. To top it off, they were gorgeous!

I quickly ditched my soda and caught up with her/him. I just didn’t know what to think. As she was leaving the mall through a side entrance, I watched from the window to see where she went because there were no crowds to hide in. I didn’t leave until she turned the corner of a small strip mall next to the main mall buildings.

Then I ran to catch up. Peering around the corner, I saw her disappear into a small vitamin supplement shop next to the Starbucks. I was just walking up to it when I heard the door lock click, and then the sign in the window flipped from OPEN to CLOSED. Feeling frantic, I walked by as usual and casually as I could.

That’s when I saw it. A man, very average-looking, in his probably mid-40s, took her (my son) into an intimate embrace and kissed her deeply before leading her to a back room. I got brave and put my face up to the window. The store was dark, but I could just see through the back office door, which consisted of one of those hippy bead doorway things. I couldn’t see much, but I could see both from about mid-calf down. They were facing each other, and that was all I could tell.

I also noticed that the view would be just as good from one outside Starbucks tables. I went in as calmly as I could and ordered a Grande Mocha. I sat at the table, determined to find out exactly what was happening here.

Their legs were close together. She (again, my son, I have to get that through my head) was wearing a killer pair of red pumps over white stockings. Above that, I knew from what I had seen earlier that she was wearing a tight-fitting red dress about mid-thigh. She had small breasts, lovely hips, and incredible blonde hair. Her makeup was impressive, with bright red lipstick and smoldering eyes. I couldn’t see any of this; it was just what I remembered.

I could see the movement of their lower legs below the bead curtain. From that, I could infer that they were still kissing or something.

Then after several minutes of that, whatever was going on, the man’s pants fell down his legs to settle in a pool around his ankles. Her knees slowly bent, achingly slow towards the floor. When her knees finally dropped to the floor, I let out a long breath that I realized I had been holding.

My god, what was happening here? I knew what was happening, but I just had no context, no frame of reference. I could see the bottom of her dress now and how it hugged those unbelievably lovely legs. Then a rhythmic movement began between them, and there was no more denying it. My son was dressed as a girl and giving some middle-aged guy a blowjob.

I sat mesmerized by the scene. Part of me was furious about what was happening. Yet my hand still caressed my thigh as I realized how turned on this made me. I nearly forgot that this was my son I was watching for some moments. The scene was lurid, upsetting, and incredibly hot all simultaneously.

My imagination was running wild. This gorgeous girl, who also happened to be my son, was sucking some random guy’s cock.

Then she stood. I wondered if she had finished him. There was no change in the movement intensity to indicate any kind of climax. Maybe that was it, though. Perhaps it was over?

Then the unthinkable happened. Those gorgeous legs in their patent leather high heels turned away from his puddle of pants around the ankles. They also were further apart. Oh no, oh no, my baby. I nearly got up and started pounding on the window, but I managed to control myself.

Determined to see this through until the end, I braced myself for what happened. Those pants puddled ankles shuffled forward. There were some indecipherable movements, and he was on his toes, legs stiffening.

Then the rhythmic movement began. There was no mistaking it. He was fucking her. He was fucking my son! As I watched, I crossed my legs tightly, I absolutely should not have been feeling this way, but no doubt I was positively horny. My pussy was soaked.

I looked around, and the place was pretty dead. I managed to sneak a hand under my waistband and covered my lap with my purse. I could see the back and forth swaying of those two sets of legs getting faster in the window. By the time I managed to walk my fingers between my legs and into my soaked panties, he was pounding away at her hard. My fingers slowly and roughly circled my swollen clit.

I watched with absolute rapt attention as this man took my son hard from behind. I was frigging myself like crazy, watching it all as the sick woman I was. What the fuck was I thinking? I could barely focus enough to keep sipping my drink and avoid suspicion. I swear I could hear moans through the glass. I don’t even know if that is possible.

The pace became more frantic and erratic through the window. My fingers matched the pace on my aching pussy. I gripped the table hard with my other hand as my orgasm ripped through my body like a tornado when I could take no more. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. My body shook uncontrollably from head to toe just as the man’s legs stiffened and shook. He had just cum inside my son, and I just got off on watching them.

I was exhausted when they came out of that back room. They were both fully clothed again. They chatted amiably for a few minutes and then kissed with much less passion this time. Then the man took out his wallet and handed something to my son, which she quickly deposited in her purse. My eyes must have been wide as saucers. Did he just PAY her?!? My mind and body had been through too many surprises that night to respond. What I needed was time to think.

I felt dirty having watched Christ, having gotten off on it. I had to get out of there. I ditched the rest of my coffee and practically ran to my car.

I waited across from our apartment until the bus dropped him off, an awkward little boy, my sweet baby. It all seemed like a dream. I could still see that they were the same person, but the transformation was so complete it was challenging to comprehend. Seeing him brought all of these problematic emotions bursting to the surface. I just leaned on my steering wheel and sobbed for a long time. I felt so lost and confused. I had no idea what to do.

“Hi, Honey Alex, I’m home,” I announced when I had finally cleaned myself up and come home. It was my usual time to return from work.

“Hi, Mom,” Alex replied in a happy everyday voice as if the entire world hadn’t changed.

“Jesus, Mom. Are you OK?” Alex asked. “You look like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m OK, Baby. I just had a hard day at work. How are you doing?”

“Um. I’m fine, Mom,” he said as he warmly embraced me.

His arms felt so comforting around me, just like always. I cried some more then, but they were different types of tears. That is when I knew everything would be OK with that embrace. We would have a lot to talk about, but we would work it out. Our love, our little family, we could handle this.


“Unnngh. Yes. Harder!” I grunted as Eric (my auto mechanic) slammed his impressive cock deep into my soaked and aching pussy.

“Uh. Uh. Damn, Claire. You are so fucking hot,” Eric said, each word punctuated with a thrust.

He left greasy handprints on my hips, and he did his best to comply with my request. There were similar black smears on my breasts and my neck, and my clothes hung in disarray on my body. My skirt was bunched up around my hips, my blouse on the floor, my bra strap was broken and hung loosely on one arm, and my panties were down around my ankles. He had me bent over his small desk in the back of the shop he ran. I had interrupted him working on a car and was too impatient to let him wash his hands.

Eric is a big guy, at 6 feet, 4 inches tall, blonde, hairy, and manly. He’d been my mechanic for the last two years. He had also made no secret that he wanted to fuck my brains out for almost as long. Today he got his wish.

“Mmmmnnnhhh. Fuck yes. Mmmm. FUCK ME,” I cried out as his hips began a rhythmic slapping noise against my ample ass. My back arched, and my tits bounced. It was almost enough. Almost enough to take my mind off of what happened last night.

Yet visions of my shy naïve son transformed into a beautiful young woman, getting fucked by some guy swirled around my head. I was here with Eric’s gorgeous cock pounding into me. I had to find some way to clear my head of these un-motherly thoughts.’

Of course, it was about this time that I also realized that I had ended up in almost the same position as my son was last night by accident or design. Fuck! That thought was enough to send me over the edge. My body shook with the first of a long series of intense orgasms.

Eric’s animalistic grunting became more insistent while his fucking motions became more intense and erratic. When I anticipated him cumming deep in my cunt, he yanked me roughly by my long hair and spun me around. He forced me roughly to my knees and buried his cock between my lips.

He gave me a few more erratic thrusts as he groaned and pumped his hot cum into my waiting mouth. He came lots, and I swallowed what I could while letting the rest ooze out of my mouth, down my neck and breasts. It felt intensely slutty, and I loved it.

I won’t bore you too much with what happened next as it isn’t essential to the story I am trying to tell. It included all the mild awkwardness of two people who just used the hell out of each other and weren’t sure what to do next.

It was just afternoon when I got back to the apartment I shared with my sweet son Alex. I tried to sneak in quietly because the greasy handprints on my blouse and my overall state of disarray made it pretty obvious what I had been up to. I was almost to my bedroom when he came around the corner.

“Hi, Mom,” he greeted me brightly before he could take me all in.

“Uh. Hi, Baby,” I responded, half turning my body from him in a lame attempt to hide the obvious.

“Oh. Uh, hi,” he said again, slowly taking it all in, his face flushing a bright red as he realized his mom had been up to.

“I was just going to get a drink,” he said, his gaze focused like a laser on a particular handprint that cupped my left breast.

My face was probably as red as his as we stood in silence, looking at each other. It dawned on me then that he knew what I was up to this morning, I knew what he was up to last night, but he didn’t know that I knew because I hadn’t dared to confront him yet. Somehow this thought affected me, and I could feel my body getting horny again. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I dropped my eyes in the purest shame I have ever felt. I said, “Well, I better get changed for work.”

There was an awkward moment where we tried to get around each other but went in the same direction. Then he went to the kitchen, and I disappeared into my bedroom.


An hour later, I was showered, changed, and ready to go to work. Alex was still in his computer room with the door closed. I can’t describe how I felt, I needed to confront him about his activities last night, but I wasn’t sure how. He was aware that I had had sex that morning, and he seemed embarrassed about that knowledge. It was just becoming a tangled mess.

Leaving the house, I called out loudly, “I’m leaving for work, honey!”

I heard a muffled reply through the door. “OK. Bye, Mom,” Alex said.

I left our apartment, but I wasn’t headed to work. It was Friday, and I had taken the last two days off, and I decided that while I was undecided about how to resolve the situation, I would go through with my original plan. I would wait and see what happened once he thought I was gone for a second time.

I didn’t have to wait long. About half an hour after I left, he emerged from our apartment. He followed the same route to the mall that he had before. Unlike last night I didn’t follow him as I generally knew where he would go, and I had a good idea what door he would leave through.

My mind wandered while I waited. ‘I’m such a coward,’ I thought. ‘A good mother would have confronted her son right away with what I saw last night. Crossdressing, prostitution? I did need to do something, but then again, a good mother wouldn’t have been tossing and turning all night, turned on beyond belief in what she saw. A good mother wouldn’t have gotten herself off while watching it.’

The thing that hurt most was that I had no clue, I mean none. I had always respected Alex’s privacy, and he was such a good boy that I never even worried about him. I just thought he was slow to develop. Now I wondered how long he had been dressing as a woman? From the look he managed to pull off, this wasn’t the first time. How did I never notice?

I also felt a little offended that he hadn’t told me or hadn’t come to me for help. Maybe we weren’t as close as I naively believed. I had always thought we were best friends.

I was wrapped up in these thoughts when she emerged from the mall. Once again, I marveled at the nearly complete transformation from the shy, awkward boy to a stunning young lady. She had on a dark wig, this time with shoulder-length curls that were remarkably similar to mine.

She was wearing a classic little black dress and a coat over that. Her legs went on forever, and the skirt had ridden up just enough to see the tops of her dark stockings. Geez, she was fucking hot. I just didn’t get it.

I noticed a few more things that I was too shocked to see this time. Her makeup was well done but could have been done a bit better. She wasn’t as steady on those stiletto heels as I had first imagined. Still, this was not her first time being out.

This time she walked out to the bus stop just in time to pick up a bus going south on Main St. I followed the bus for several miles before I saw her get out. I drove past her and circled the block to avoid being spotted, and just as I turned back onto Main, I saw her turn into a city park. This was a pretty affluent neighborhood, so I wasn’t immediately worried about her being hurt. I circled the block once more and found a parking spot in front of the music store.

The spot had a pretty good view of the park and the houses surrounding it on the other side. I settled in to watch what happened next.

She wandered around the park, not entirely like she was lost, looking for someone. Then someone called out, and her head turned sharply, and she walked over to a picnic table when an older man was seated. This guy had to be in his late fifties or early sixties by the older man.

He stood up as she came close, they embraced warmly, and his hand slid over her ass as he laughed at something he said. Wow, she must be charming in addition to being beautiful. I had a hard time comprehending that. Alex was so introverted, particularly around men. This was just crazy.

Then he led her by the hand across the street into a lovely two-story home. This guy had to be pretty wealthy to live here next to the park.

I couldn’t see what was going on like I could last time. At first, my imagination ran wild with what was going on there, but as time wore on, I became more appropriately angry at what my son was doing and the fact that he didn’t confide in me. The afternoon wore on and night fell as I waited.

Two hours later, I had built up a head of steam. When she emerged from the house, still elegant but slightly messy, I was ready to confront him. I drove straight home, poured myself a glass of wine for courage, and waited.

When he came through the door two glasses of wine later, he was surprised to see me already home.

“Where have you been?” I asked as calmly as possible.

“Oh. Hi, Mom, I uh, just went out for a…” He began.

I cut him off abruptly. “Don’t bullshit me, Alex. Where have you been!”

I don’t usually speak harshly with my son; I have never needed to. Hearing me talk to him this way, tears immediately welled in his eyes. I instantly felt horrible, but I had to continue.

“I, uh, I was just, I…”

“Tell me,” I demanded, adding a touch of empathy to my tone.

“I can’t,” he replied, tears rolling down his face.

“Damn it, Alex, I need you to tell me what you have been up to.”

“Me?” He replied in an incredulous tone, “Where did you go this morning?”

“That’s none of your business,” I said, flushing.

“You were out fucking someone this morning. It was obvious,” he said, practically screaming at me.

“What I do is none of your business, Mister,” I said defensively, “And don’t even get any ideas that this is the same thing. Now tell me what you have been doing? I want the truth.”

“I can’t, I just can’t,” he screamed again.

He pushed past me, ran to his room, and slammed his door. I sat down crying and drank another glass of wine. I thought that maybe a softer approach would work better as I caught my breath. I walked up to his room and knocked lightly.


No response.

“Alright, you don’t have to respond. Just listen,” I said through the door. “Alex, honey, I see that you are going through a hard time. I think it is something I can help you with.” I continued, “But, sweetie, you need to be truthful with me. You need to tell me what’s going on. I promise that no matter what, I will always love you,” I then paused, “Just the way you are, no matter what that turns out to be. I’ll be downstairs if you want to talk with me truthfully.”

I went downstairs and waited.

After about an hour of waiting, I started to get sleepy from the wine and all the situation’s intensity. I was about to give up and head to bed when I heard a distinctive noise of someone coming down the stairs in what had to be heels. I waited; my heart began pounding in anticipation.

The beautiful girl that turned the corner wasn’t the intelligent and sexy thing I had followed the last two nights. She was more like my son, dressed and a pleated black skirt, white blouse, patent leather Mary Jane’s, and white ankle socks. She stopped in the middle of the room.

“This is me,” she said plaintively.

I took in her in silence; the blush on her cheeks, the red lipstick, and girlish form were all well put together. Alex’s natural hair was pinned back in a feminine style I wouldn’t have thought possible. Standing there every inch the young lady, I knew I had lost a son and gained a daughter.

As we stood looking at each other from about five feet apart, tears began to well in her eyes. They fell almost instantly, making dark tracks down her cheeks. My gaze softened immediately, and I closed the distance to her and took her in a warm embrace. I was so proud of her. Her bravery overwhelmed me.

“Oh, honey, don’t cry,” I said, holding her tightly. “I love you. I love you. It’s OK.”

“B-B-But Mom.” She sobbed, “Y-Y-You must think I’m an f-freak.”

“No, sweetie, no,” I soothed. “Mommy loves you no matter what.”

Holding her tight, her body started to shake as she sobbed. She was only an inch or so taller than me in her heels. I had her and cried with her. I’m not sure why. Perhaps I was mourning our old life together. I knew that everything about this was going to change our relationship.

After the sobbing calmed down, I leaned back and wiped her cheeks.

“My, you are so pretty,” I exclaimed, “A truly a beautiful girl.”

Setting off another round of tears, she asked, “You think so?”

Her voice, I noticed, was beautiful and feminine.

“Yes, Baby, I do,” I said, taking her once more in my arms and kissing her.

We held each other for a long time. It was then that I began to notice the feel of her body against mine. She had a beautiful, almost willowy figure. I began to feel the press of her hip, the heat of her breath on my neck.

‘What the fuck is wrong with me?’ I thought. ‘I mean, here I was, in the middle of this intense crisis with my son (now my daughter), and I was aroused.’ I tried to fight it, but I still pulled her tighter against me.

That is when I felt it. I could feel her erection growing against my belly, the one little thing that changed everything. It wasn’t long or thick from what I could handle, but it felt perfect for the petite girl to have a small cock in my arms. I had to have her. My body reacted, I pulled her tighter against me, and my kisses on her neck became less motherly. ‘Oh lord, what am I about to do?’ I wondered as my kisses became more intense. She started to squirm in my arms, but my body and lust had none. I held her tight.

“Mm. Mom?” Alex questioned, sounding nervous.

“Shhh, it’s OK, Baby,” I soothed. “It’s OK.”

One of my hands slid down the small of her back to her delicious ass. My other slid up her back to settle behind her neck. My mind was reeling; I felt so out of control. Part of me screamed that this was wrong, that I needed to stop. The rest of me refused to listen as I ground my hips lewdly against my cross-dressed son.

“Mom, what—” she began, and I cut her off with a passionate kiss on the lips.

She tried to back away, but I held her head in place and forced my tongue into her mouth. At first, she had a panicked reaction to my tongue invading her mouth, but then she responded, turning it into a proper kiss.

I took us both to the floor, supporting her as she fell back. Without breaking the kiss, I ended up on top of her, straddling her waist with my skirt hiked up around my hips. I finally felt that beautiful little erection press against my pussy, nothing between us but her skirt and our panties. I ground against it hard, rocking back and forth.

While she was under my complete control, I began unbuttoning her blouse. Once her torso was completely exposed, I roughly yanked her bra strap down her shoulder, exposing her left breast. I was completely surprised by what I saw, a puffy pink nipple on top of a small but formative breast. Without thinking, I pinched the nipple between my fingers and rolled it back and forth. A real breast. ‘God, she must be on hormones,’ I thought as I rocked back and forth on her. She moaned in response.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to have her in me. I began working her skirt up around her waist.

“Mom! What are you doing?”

This time she sounded more like my Alex. She squirmed again as if trying to get away, but I wouldn’t let her. I had her slim body trapped under my more voluptuous curves. She was firmly between my thighs and going nowhere.

“Baby, we need this. God, please let this happen,” I begged, and she stopped struggling.

She started to say something else, and I couldn’t take it. I grabbed her lower jaw and thrust my first two fingers between her lips. I pumped them in and out, and she dutifully began to suck them. I worked her black lace panties down her lovely thighs while still straddling her, afraid she would try to escape again. Finally, it was free. I could feel her little dick in my hand. It was thin, about 3.5 inches hard, and I loved it. I did worry about my pleasure, though, for a second. I am not a size queen, but this was much smaller than I was used to. The truth was I was too turned on to care. I was about to cum just from the thought of fucking her.

Sliding my panties aside to expose my soaking wet cut, I guided her dick where it needed to go. I cried out, and she moaned deeply against my fingers when I felt her penetrate me. I ground my hips down hard and started rocking back and forth.

I rode her mercilessly, fucking and grunting and taking my pleasure. With my thrusts, she began moaning in time, and I pushed my fingers further down her throat.

“You like that, Lexi Baby?” I asked. “You like fucking Mommy’s hot cunt?”

She could only nod with my fingers in her mouth, but she lifted her hand to my bouncing breast and caressed it through my blouse and bra.

“MMMM,” I said, “You like Mommy’s titties?”

Again she nodded, more vigorously this time. Taking my fingers from her mouth, I began undoing the buttons on my blouse. Then I reached behind myself and unlatched my bra. My big breasts bounced free.

She surprised me again by sitting up and taking one of my huge nipples between her lips and sucking hard. I could feel her trying to thrust into me as I ground my pussy back and forth on her dick.

“Mmm, oh baby,” I cried, “Oh my sweet, sweet, Lexi.”

“Mmmm. Mmmmmmm, Mommy,” she whimpered over and over into my breast.

We had a rhythm now, rocking back and forth, holding each other tight. It was both sweet and intensely animalistic at the same time. The stimulation of her dick inside me began to build and build. My body began violently shaking as I let out several deep guttural growls and rammed my hips down hard, using my sweet daughter’s body.

My orgasm hit me like a force of nature. My body convulsed, and I cried out at the top of my lungs. I could feel it taking complete control of me, draining my energy like an electrical storm through my nervous system. Somewhere in my distant awareness, I knew that my brand new daughter was shaking under me, crying out as well as her dick pumped her load of cum into my pussy.

The sensations seem to last for an eternity, and our bodies experience frequent aftershocks. I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. After we calmed down, I looked into her beautiful eyes. She looks up into mine. I knew our relationship had changed completely. I didn’t know where it would go, but I couldn’t find any room in my heart for regret.

She finally broke the silence sheepishly. “Do you think I’m pretty, Mom?”

“Oh yes, my sweet Lexi, very much so,” I replied, laughing and kissing her like a lover. “We have a lot to discuss,” I said more seriously. “Like where you have been going when I’m at work.”

“Mom, I ah…” She began her face flushing bright red.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie, we don’t need to discuss it tonight,” I calmed her. “I know much of it already, but let’s just enjoy each other tonight.”

“OK, Mom,” my new daughter agreed.


The End.


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.


  • Anonymous

    That was hot!!!

  • bambiegirl

    Oh very hot story. Similar happened when my dad caught me dressed, as he says, my fourth daughter.
    Thanks for the story.


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