Synopsis: This is the story of Brendan, a teenager who has just learned that his beautiful and loving mother, Christine, is actually a male-to-female transsexual. This stunning revelation leads to another - the deep-seated sexual tension between the two. The tension bursts and mother and son engage in a hot, passionate night of boy-on-tranny love which has changed them forever. Now it Christmas Eve and there is much to be explored as Brendan and his mother have their first anal experience together.
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My mom and I frolicked together in the snow for about an hour, until it got too cold, and we had to go back inside. The hour we had spent together had been magically, though. We had rolled in the snow and made snow angels. We threw snowballs at one another and made a little snow man. Every so often, one of us would tackle to the other, and steal a quick but deep and passionate kiss.
Finally, Mom stood up and extended her hand to me. I took it and she helped me up, then led me back towards the house without releasing my hand. I could tell by the way her ass was wiggling beneath her snowpants that she was in heat. Although we'd each had our own separate, amazing orgasms this morning and the previous night, there was one forbidden territory into which we had not yet entered. I looked at my mom's ass and dreamed of gently pulled her perfect, round ass cheeks apart, finding her tiny pink anus, and gently pushing my cock all the way inside her. Suddenly, my mom stopped and flashed me a mischevious grin.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I have an idea," she told me. Smiling at me, she unzipped her snowpants and pulled out her long, semi-rigid cock. I immediately whirled around to look at the neighbor's houses but no one could see us in this spot from any angle. "Pull yours out too, sweetie. Let me see that big boy."
Shyly, I removed mine from my pants. It shrank a little bit as it was exposed to the cold, but remained hard. "What now?" I asked.
Without responding, my mom looked down at her cock, which expectedly shot out a stream of yellow urine on to the snow. Laughing, she wiggled her hips in such a way that the urine wrote the word "Christine" on the ground. Next to it, she drew a + sign. Then she was empty. She took off the last few drops, cackling. Obviously, she hadn't done that since she was a little girl.
"Your turn," she told me.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," I said as I looked at her name in steaming yellow.
"Urinating together is a very intimate act for two people," she said. "A person is at his or her most private when they are in the bathroom, the most vulnerable. Allowing another person to witness it is an act of extreme trust. I've shown that I trusted you."
"OK, Mom," I said. I pointed my penis at the ground and waited. My bladder tightened and I began to pee, grunting slightly. While my mom watched my every move, I wrote out the word "Brendan" so that we had spelled out "Christine + Brendan" in the snow. Below our names I made a heart. Then the flow stopped and I shook off the last drops. Mom smiled at me and walk towards the house, grabbing my dick as she went, and using it to guide me into the building.
Once we were inside, we began to undress, stripping off our snow clothes and gear until we were wearing nothing but our underwear. Normally, this is where a mother and son would drop undressing, but not us. Mom stripped off her long johns and her panties in one motion and her cock popped free. She dropped the clothes on to the ground and stood up, tossing her hair back as she did, unconsciously (or perhaps consciously) showing off the bounciness of her breasts and of her erect penis. She definitely wasn't going to need Viagra any time soon.
Likewise, I removed all of my clothing. I decided to tease Mom a little bit by dropping a glove on the floor and bending over to pick it up with my ass pointed directly at her, pretending that I wasn't aware of the show I was putting on. I knew my mom was now thinking what I had been thinking out in the yard. She wanted to step up behind me, grab me by the waist, and show me how deep a mother's love could go.
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Twenty minutes later, Mom and I sat in the living room in front of a roaring fire. We lay together on the soft carpet, her on her side, leaning on her elbow with me on my back, leaning my face against her stomach. We looked together into the fire for the most part but there were times when I couldn't resist turning my face towards my mom's and watching the firelight reflect in her eyes.
We were both drinking wine. Mom never allowed me to drink her wine before but, then again, she had never let me suck her dick before either. These were strange times. We had both had our share of wine and then some. It's fair to say we were pretty drunk after a short period of time. Between the warmth of the fire, the power of the wine, and the sweet smell of my mother's body, I could not have been happier.
"You're a good son," she said to me abruptly.
"Thanks, Mom. You're a good . . . Mom."
"I really mean it," she said, setting down her wine glass. "I have been so busy lately that I know I sometimes forget to show it but I really love you, Brendan. You're my entire world and I'm so proud of you. I know your father would be proud too."
"I know you're busy," I said, tearing up a bit, "but that's OK. And I know you love me."
"I promise that from now on, I'll devote more time to you," she said. "And I'm not just talking about sex, either. I mean I'll always be there when you need me."
"You're a great mother," I said as I switched positions. Now I was in the same position as her, facing her, with my back towards the fire. I leaned on my elbow and looked into my mother's face, admiring her bright eyes, her soft skin and lips, her elegant smile. "I think I'm afraid to show it sometimes, but I really do love you too."
"Why are you afraid to show it?" she asked.
"I guess this is my way of showing it," I told her, gesturing towards our naked bodies. "It's hard for me to say what I'm feeling sometimes, so I have to find other ways to show it. When we were together earlier, I wasn't the most turned on by seeing you naked or tasting you in my mouth, I was the most turned on by the fact that I was at last showing you how much I cared for you."
"Thank you, Brendan," she said with tears streaming down her face.
"You brought me into this world," I said, "and nurtured me. You fed me, bathed me, clothed me. You gave me all the love in your heart. What more could a mother do?"
"Besides give you a lap dance on command?" she asked, grinning and wiping away the last of her tears.
"Don't I wish!" I exclaimed.
"You don't think I'd do it?" she asked.
"Come on, Mom," I said. "I can't imagine you . . . lap dancing."
"I bet you couldn't imagine me doing this either," she said as she grabbed my balls.
"No, no," I said. "I probably couldn't have imagined that either."
"Get on the couch, baby," she instructed.
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