'Darling. Please be careful. Your cock is stretching daddy's cunt,' I cried as Jimmy's ten- inch pole of man meat rammed into my guts.
'Don't.. pretend.. you don't.. love it,' he gasped as he thrust again and again, before gushing his baby-making cream into my womb, as I referred to the further reaches of my but hole. 'You want me to make my babies inside you as much as I do.'
He grasped my hair and pulled back my head so that he could secure his lips on mine. His tongue entered my mouth as his cock had entered my cunt and I sent a wave of cum from my cock across the sheets on our bed.
I ought to explain. I am forty- seven years old. I married in my early twenties; my wife bore one son and died when he was four years old. I brought Jimmy up alone and now he is a man of twenty-four. We have always been close. Even during the years when he was in university he came home for the vacations and he and I travelled together all over the world. We were in the Far East when I became fascinated by the culture of lady boys. It was not that I wanted to use them. I wanted to be one of them.
I am not a delicate flower. I stand six feet tall, weigh 180 pounds and have a six-inch cock. My hair is black and I have some body hair, all of which I now shave, whereas I started to grow the hair on my head so that I could brush it into waves to frame my face. After we returned from the east, whenever I was alone in the house, I used to pretend that I was a lady boy and that a man was preparing me for fucking. I bought stockings, suspender belts, panties and bras and a six -inch dildo; I would strip off my male clothes, which I disliked more and more, would make up my face and let my hands roam over my body, feeling my balls and stroking my cock. I lubed up the dildo and circled my hole with my oiled finger until she allowed one finger, then two to enter. And then I fucked myself with the dildo, bucking and moaning on my bed until I came and was able to dabble my fingers in my cum and feed my waiting mouth with nectar.
After Jimmy finished university, having completed a first degree and a Ph.D. in record time, I expected that he would want to test his wings by moving away, perhaps to work abroad for a while. Instead he asked me if he could move back home. He had secured a job with an international pharmaceutical firm at their laboratory in our city. In one way I was delighted, of course, but I had got used, over the previous few years, to being able to spend most of my time at home as a woman and now that would have to stop. However, I said 'yes' and Jimmy moved back in.
I expected that, at his age, he would be out most nights in bars with his friends. Instead we usually had a meal together and then settled down to TV, to watch videos, listen to music or read. After he had been home a month I was getting jittery. I had been unable to spend any time as a woman and I was worried that Jimmy was not having any social life.
We had finished our evening meal and gone to our usual chairs in the room which we used as our sitting room. It was a comfortable, slightly shabby, large room from which the staircase rose to the bedroom floor. I decided that I had to bring up the subject of my boy's lack of a social life.
I said, 'You know, Jimmy, you don't have to stay in with me. You're a young man. You need to go out, meet friends, meet girls, enjoy yourself. I shall be OK.'
We sat, our knees almost touching, our chairs were so close. I thought what a handsome man Jimmy had become. He had my black hair and our features were very similar but he was six feet five inches tall and muscular, a rugby player weighing over 200 pounds, whereas I had been a runner and was more finely boned. I realised for the first time that I was attracted to his big shoulders, his broad chest with its magnificent abs, and to the arms which rested so massively on his stupendous thighs. I caught myself imagining him as my lover and I blushed.
Jimmy didn't notice. He seemed lost in his own thoughts. After a moment he sighed and looked directly at me, as though he had come to a decision.
'I love you, Dad,' he said.
