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For the full effect, read the previous chapters. This is fiction and everyone portrayed in this story is an adult. If taboo/incest is not your thing, go read something else. I like feedback and I do consider it, but I have to say Anonymous diatribes and insults seem rather dull to me. Saying awful things about anyone when Anonymous is, to me, unwarranted. But if you agree, have at ‘er. To everyone else who offer civilised comments, whether favorable or not, thank you.
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Boy was I in a pickle. In our rush to clean up the living room of our scattered clothes, Andy and I had left the massage oil behind and Gene had found it and asked me what was up with it. It was bizarre and frightening and in a strange way very erotic, to be sitting there in my robe with a waxed pussy and the memories of sucking Andy’s cock still fresh and alive in my mind. When I sat down, I really had no good idea of how to explain the oil but then my creative lying just flowed out of my mouth.
“Sweetheart, it’s embarrassing really. I have had this rash – a skin irritation – down there and the doctor told me I needed to do two things. He told me to get rid of my pubic hair and to rub massage oil there until the rash went away. I have done that and have used the oil for a few days and am so happy that it is working.” I looked at him and smiled.
“You shaved off your pubic hair?”
“Yes, about a week ago and I just did it again this morning to keep the skin free of stubble.” I surmised telling him I got waxed was not a good idea.
Gene eyed the bottle some more. “I would have thought the doctor would give you a cream or ointment.”
“Me, too, Gene. I even asked him about that, but he said he has had good luck with the massage oil, and it was cheap to boot!”
“Okay. I didn’t know you were having issues like that. Never noticed a rash.”
“Well, Gene, it’s been a while since we, you know, and you don’t really look down there anyway.”
“I suppose. But why in the living room?”
“No real reason. I was watching tv and Andy was upstairs, so I figured why not. Just takes a sec to apply.”
Gene seemed to be good with my explanation. “I am glad it’s clearing up,” he said. He flicked on the tv to catch some news. I got up and headed toward the stairway. “Where you going, dear?”
“Just tired, Gene. Thought I would go to bed.” I turned to leave.
“Dorrie?”
“Yes?”
“Show me.”
“What?”
“Show me your vagina.”
“Really?” I looked around. “What if Andy…”
“He is upstairs. Show me.”
My face went red. I walked to him, opened my robe and let him look.”
He leaned forward. “Interesting,” he said. “So different. It looks fine now though.”
“Yes, thankfully. He said to use the oil for a week or so after the rash lifted.”
Gene reached out and ran his index finger on my mound and down the sides of my labia. “Interesting, “he repeated.
“I am sorry if you don’t like it, but the hair will grow back, dear.”
“No, no, it’s fine. Maybe it’s more hygienic this way and you should keep it smooth like that.”
I was getting wet now, from his touching. I stepped back and covered up. “Yes, Gene, you are probably right.”
“Okay, Dorrie. I am going to watch tv for a while. Be up in a while.”
By the time I got upstairs, I was breathing heavily. It was stressful lying to Gene like that, but quite the suprise that he wanted me to stay hairless. Did he actually like me that way; did it turn him on? God, I hoped not but I was thankful I could keep myself bald for Andy. I was somewhat perplexed by how Gene’s touching had made me wet. I was not attracted to my husband and yet even his touch aroused me. What did that mean? Would any man arouse me if they ere touching my pussy? I tried to imagine a few of the Deacons at church touching me down there. I shivered at the thought, but who knew all that was happening to me? Andy had opened the door to the new Doris but what if I walked through it with Andy and discovered there were a lot of men in the other room, waiting for me, wanting to touch me and more?
On my way to the bathroom, I noticed Andy’s light was on. I knocked softly and entered. He was in bed, reading.
“How did it go?”
I told him the story.
“Wow, that was being quick on your feet, mom.”
“Thanks, I didn’t like being so deceitful, but I had to say something.”
“Earlier was incredible.” Andy pushed off his covers to reveal his hard penis. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
I smiled. “Yes, I loved it, too.” I stood there looking at his beautiful erection and then came to my senses. “I should go to bed.”
“I know, mom, but…”
“But?”
“Will you kiss me good night?” He nodded towards his rigid cock. “Kiss me there?”
“Gene is downstairs.”
Andy began stroking his cock. “Just a kiss, mom.”
I crawled onto the bed and kissed the tip of his cock and then watched him stroke it some more. I opened my mouth and took him inside and began sucking him again.
“Oh god, mom, yes.”
His cock felt so good in my mouth. I took him deeper.
Twenty minutes later, I felt Gene crawl Escort into bed. I had my back toward him and pretended to be sleeping. The last thing I wanted was him to smell Andy’s sweet cream on my breath. How wonderful it was to fall asleep with Andy’s cum in my belly, his fresh hot release covering my face like lotion.
I quickly fell asleep. The excitement and the emotions of the day had exhausted me. Usually I was the first one up in the family, but this time I slept in. I don’t know how long I would have slept if left to my own devices. It was a tingling sensation between my legs that slowly opened my eyes. I was a bit cloudy and disoriented but I soon realized that the sensations were caused by Andy’s tongue. I raised my head and looked down to see his face buried between my legs, his tongue swirling around my clitoris when it wasn’t deep inside my opening.
I placed my hands on his head and began rocking against his face. What began as a slow slide up and down against his mouth grew with intensity as Andy’s exuberance escalated. His hands were under my ass, lifting me up into his eager mouth. Five minutes later, after awakening in a stupor, I was grunting and moaning like a pornstar. That morning was the first time in my life I shouted out that I was cumming. I felt my squirt gush and heard Andy gagging and gulping my release down his throat.
When I was done, Andy lightly kissed my mound and labia and occasionally his lips grazed my swollen clit which made me jump a bit, my back arching, my eyes squeezed tight. He pressed his face into my pussy and made slurping sounds, then crawled up and kissed me on the mouth, letting my juices pour out all over my lips, chin, and cheeks. Honestly, it was somewhat humiliating to have my son give me a facial with my own cum. I liked it and I didn’t. I wanted him to stop and yet I parted my lips to taste my own pussy. There was so much more for me to learn about all these feelings and desires and new discoveries. Did I want to be humiliated or didn’t I? I wasn’t sure but I did sense that humiliation was like a buffet. I might like some dishes and not others.
“Good morning, mother.”
“Oh, Andy,” I whispered, my voice husky and cracking. “That was amazing. You are amazing.”
Andy rested his head on my breasts and we just stayed still for awhile, not speaking. His head rose and fell with my breathing.
Everything ends so other things can begin. Andy pushed himself off of me, kissing each nipple first, and stood up as I rolled over on my tummy toward the side of the bed.
Andy literally gasped. “Oh, mom, your ass is so beautiful. Don’t move yet.”
By now I should have lost all shyness, but it was my ass he was staring at, and in all my years no man had ever admired my bottom, never considered it as a sexual part of my body. I quivered when I felt him crawl back on the bed and gently spread a part my cheeks. My god, he was looking at…looking at my anal opening.
Andy whispered, “Mom, I love your asshole.”
I am sure most mothers would be horrified at such a comment, would think such language crass, but miraculously I loved hearing him say that. I didn’t want to have an anal opening. I had an asshole that my son desired and I wanted that. I tensed up a bit when I felt him lean over and push his face between my cheeks and plant a sweet kiss on my asshole. It send chills up and down my body.
Andy was making little noises as he did that, and I wondered if I would feel the same way kissing him there. That made my head spin -did I want to kiss my son’s asshole? Would it be an act of animalistic passion or an expression of love? Perhaps it could be both, what did I know? One day, who knows when, I would do that for him and then decide if I would do it again.
As if Andy knew this was an experience to fully enjoy another time, he stood up again and I sat up on the edge of the bed. I smiled. “Are you home today?”
“I called in sick. I figured I couldn’t call in horny.”
We laughed and I got up and reached for my robe.
“No, mom. Wear this.” He handed me one of his tee shirts.”
“It won’t cover me, Andy.”
He slipped it over my head. It fell to the middle of ass. “Exactly,” Andy chortled.
Andy slipped another tee-shirt over his head which fell to the top of his mound. His erect cock was fully visible. “Let’s be like this today, mom.”
And that’s what we did, until we went out later to buy me some new clothes. I made breakfast with my pussy and ass half visible and he sat and watched me with his big cock raised up with his desire. We made no bones about looking at each other and commenting on how wonderful each other’s bodies were.
While we ate, we were mostly content to say nothing. Andy did tell me it was time to buy new clothes, and I agreed. I wanted to dress for him. I didn’t care how revealing the clothes would be. I figured I would find a hiding place for them so that Gene would never find out.
I picked up the dirty dishes. I had just placed them in the dishwasher when Andy asked me the million-dollar question. “Mom,” he said, his eyes on mine. “Are you going to let me fuck you?”
I Escort Bayan looked at his big, hard cock and I knew I would, but something inside of me checked my desire. “Yes,” I said. “But not yet, Andy. It’s a big thing, a turning point. We have to be sure.”
“I know,” he said.
“Besides,” I continued. “To be honest, I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to…” I paused, because I needed to muster up the courage to end my sentence. “…to make love to you.”
“Oh yes.” Andy said. “I want that too.”
“Let’s do something. How about a new video lesson for your mother?”
Andy took my hand and led me to his room. We sat down at his computer and I watched him type into the search field, “Camel toe slide.”
“What on earth is that?” I was actually thinking of a camel.
“You’ll see, mom. It’s like fucking but not really fucking.”
Moments later I was watching an older woman with tits as big as mine climb onto her young lover. She placed his cock between her labia and began sliding forward and backward, his cock sinking into her opening but not entering her.
“Oh my,” I sighed. “That’s beautiful.” I chuckled to myself. I had just called pornography beautiful. What was happening to me?
The young man’s hands were grabbing and squeezing her breasts. I don’t know if she was faking but when he started to cum, she screamed, “Oh yes, cum for Mommy!” Strands of cum shot from his cock onto her belly and as she kept sliding, cum covered her pussy as well. She was a sticky mess and I wanted that, too. I wanted Andy’s sperm all over my pussy, between my labia, seeping inside of me.
I thought the video would end then, but it didn’t. The woman repositioned herself and stared at her lover as she bent over and literally slurped up the cum on his belly. “Oh, Andy, do you want that?”
“Silly question, mom.” He laughed.
I laughed too. “Yea, I know.” What was even more prominent in my mind was that she called herself, “Mommy.”
Andy turned off the screen. “Let’s go shopping.”
“Where?”
“There’s a boutique across town that has sexy things to wear and other things.”
“Other things?”
“You’ll see.”
“What if someone we know sees us?”
“That’s why we are going across town. It’s near an industrial area. The odds are slim we will run into anyone who knows us.”
“Okay,” I said. It did cross my mind that no matter the odds, there was no guarantee we wouldn’t be found out, but I wanted to please Andy. I wanted to look like the woman he wanted me to be.
We both put on blue jeans, kept our tee-shirts on and made our way to the boutique. Andy drove and our conversation meandered through the mundane aspects of life. “We need groceries,” I said. Andy talked about a course he wanted to take in accounting. “Sounds boring,” I said. “No kidding,” he replied. We talked about the stupid driver that cut us off, and the cute couple kissing at the bus stop. Usually with Gene, we didn’t talk at all and if we did it was about chores he wanted me to do or about his work and how hard it was.
To be honest I felt like part of a couple with Andy. I had always imagined Andy would make a fine husband one day, but until now had never fathomed wondering what it would be like if I could be his wife. I knew it would never happen. It couldn’t work. I was 20 plus years older than him and then there’s that mother-son reality. We would be condemned outcasts. I would be expelled from the church and Gene no doubt would leave me, though I would be okay with that. All these thoughts were racing through my head when Andy patted my leg and said, “You know, mom, this is nice. It feels like we are not just mother-son. Feels like we are a couple.”
“I was just thinking that, Andy.”
He smiled. “It’s a nice feeling.”
“Sure is.” I looked down and watched Andy’s hand rise up my leg. I opened them so his hand could rest between my pussy.
I tittered, “Wish I were wearing a skirt.”
“No kidding.” He pushed his hand harder into my crotch. “You know, the store is still 20 minutes away.”
His hand felt so good there and I surmised he wanted to feel my bare pussy. I abandoned all common sense and unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. I was not wearing panties and for the rest of the trip we travelled in silence with Andy’s fingers nestled between my labia, half inserted inside. It felt deliciously dirty and daring. I put my hand on his and helped him stimulate my pleasure.
When we made it to a stretch of highway, Andy asked me to show him my breasts. I pulled my tee-shirt up so he could see them.
“God, they are magnificent,” Andy said.
At one point Andy was passing a semi-trailer and he mentioned the driver might see me this way. The old me would have covered up – hell, the old me wouldn’t be half naked in the car with my son – but I didn’t care. In fact, I took off my top and as we passed the truck, I looked up at the driver, shifting in my seat so my breasts were clearly visible. He looked down at me and grinned and blew his air horn. I thought Andy would keep passing but he slowed down to the same speed as the truck. “Let Bayan Escort him enjoy the view, mom.”
My heart was pounding. I actually wanted this stranger to see my big tits. I raised my breasts to the window and squeezed them, pressing my nipples against the glass. More blasts of his air horn ensued, and Andy had his hand under my ass and was fingering me.
Finally, he sped up and passed the truck by. I sat back and calmed myself.
“Did he see you? Did he see your tits?”
I was nearly panting. “Yes, he sure did.”
“Did you like that?”
“God, yes,” I said. “It’s so exhilarating to be… to be on display like that.”
“So, you want strangers to see your body?”
“I am shocked to admit it, Andy, but yes I do, but as long as it’s safe. Knowing nothing else will happen and that I am just teasing is a thrill.”
“For him, too,” Andy added.
Before this new journey with Andy, my body was nothing but flesh and bone and if anything, it was something to hide and be ashamed of. Now, I had these big beautiful tits and I was proud of them and enticed by the feeling of confidence and power that flowed through me when I showed the truck driver what I have to offer a man. Wow. Just wow.
As we exited the highway, I redressed and sat like a normal woman, legs together, sitting upright, the only real difference being my nipples were hard as stone and they were clearly sticking out through my shirt. When Andy pulled up in front of the shop, I was taken aback. It was called the Love Boutique. “Andy, what is this place exactly?”
“They have lingerie and uniforms and toys and books and videos.”
“Uniforms? Toys? Can I really go in there, I mean, anyone seeing me there would know I am… I am…” I didn’t know how to finish that thought.
“…A sexual, hot woman?”
Actually, I had thought of the word, ‘slut’, but couldn’t say it. Was I becoming one? I didn’t really know what being a slut was; I had just been brought up knowing that was NOT what a real woman was supposed to be. Did Andy think I was becoming one? Would he think poorly of me or would he want me to be one? What kind of woman shows a truck driver her tits on the highway?
I wasn’t really conflicted anymore about being with Andy. I knew it was wrong but for us it was right, but I was still struggling with these feelings and my changing identity and I felt it was important to figure out who I was now and what I was willing to do and explore and what I shouldn’t consider. All I knew at the moment was that I loved flashing my tits and being fingered by Andy in the car. I loved sucking him and him sucking me. I was addicted already to his enormous, always hard cock. But would I do anything to have it? Would I do anything to please him? I honestly had no clue.
The Love Boutique blew my mind. There were racks of lingerie and outfits. The uniforms were intriguing. School girl, nurse, maid, angel and devil outfits – all of them colourful and designed to show off a woman’s body. What drew my attention most of all were the wall displays of various objects and devices – Andy called them ‘toys’. As inexperienced as I was, it wasn’t hard to figure out what the long, thick penis shaped toys were for. They came in various sizes and colours, as did the vibrators. There were these little egg-shaped devices that I learned would vibrate inside of me. Andy pointed out a pair of vibrating panties that were remote controlled. How devious those were.
Andy explained what butt plugs were and they, too, came in various sizes, some so big I couldn’t imagine them being inside of me, inside of my virgin ass. I really liked the stainless-steel ones, which had different kinds of jewels on the end.
The sales clerk, thank God, was close to my age and she was helpful and courteous. She explained things like a clerk would do in a conventional woman’s shop. She held up a maid’s uniform. “This one runs larger than the size listed and fits well on a woman with such wonderful curves as you have.” I blushed when Andy blurted. “We’ll take it.”
“Your husband has good taste.”
Andy and I looked at each other and smiled. “Yes, he does,” I replied.
I tried on an assortment of teddy’s and bra and panty sets, while Andy perused the rack of toys. There was a private area outside the dressing room, and I would call in Andy to look at each outfit. I discovered he preferred see-through lingerie and outfits that, at best, covered half my ass. One outfit had a tiny pair of panties with an opening that showed off my bare pussy. Andy loved that one and it just so happened the clerk came in when I was modelling them for my son.
“Those are quite popular,” she said. “Especially with the men.” She winked at me. “And accessible,” she added.
“We will take those, too,” Andy said, enthusiastically.
We were in the store for at least two hours and walked out with two large bags stuffed with lingerie, a few outfits, a body suit, garters, nylons, thongs, and dildos, vibrators, and one of those stainless-steel butt plugs. Andy chose all of them. I think he knew I would have walked out with very little, if anything. I was happy he took charge. I liked how it felt for him to make the decisions, which was different for me; I hated Gene making all the decisions, but with Andy it felt right. Maybe because I wanted to make him happy, please him, have him desire me in way Gene never did.
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