Author's Note: Thank you all for the encouragement on my last story. So many lovely comments from so many lovely people. I really appreciate it! I didn't think anyone would read it at all. Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this next installment.
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"unnngh yes! Harder!" I grunted as Eric, my auto mechanic slammed his quite impressive cock deep into my soaked and aching pussy.
"uh uh damn Claire uh you are uh so uh fucking uh hot!" Eric responded, each word punctuated with a thrust.
He left greasy hand prints on my hips and he did his best to comply with my request. There were similar black smears on my breasts and my neck as well as my clothes that 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 small 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 foot, 4 inches tall, blonde, hairy and manly as they get. He'd been my mechanic for the last two years. He had also made no secret of the fact that he wanted to fuck my brains out for almost as long. Today he definitely got his wish.
"mmmmnnnhhh, fuck yes, mmmm fuck," I cried out as his hips began a rhythmic slapping noise against my ample ass. My back arched, my tits bounced, it was almost enough. Almost enough to take my mind off of what happened last night...
Yet still visions of my shy naïve son, transformed into a beautiful young woman, getting fucked by some guy swirled around my head. That was why 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 by accident or design I had ended up in almost the exact same position as my son was last night. 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 got louder and more insistent while his fucking motions became more intense and erratic. Just when I was anticipating 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 started pumping his hot cum into my waiting mouth. He came a lot. Like a lot, a lot. I swallowed what I could and let 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 really important to the story I am trying to tell. Suffice to say that it included all the mild awkwardness of two people who just used the hell out of each other and weren't too sure what to do next.
It was just after noon when I got back to the apartment I shared with my sweet son Alex. I tried to sneak in quietly, because the greasy hand prints 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 as he took it all in, his face flushing a bright red as the he realized what his mom had been up to.
"I was just... I uh was going... to uh, get a drink" he said, his gaze focused like a laser on a particular hand print that clearly cupped my left breast.
My face was probably every bit 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 had the courage to confront him yet. Somehow this thought really affected me and I could feel my body getting horny all over again. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I dropped my eyes in the most pure shame I have ever felt. I said "well I better go get changed for work." There was an awkward moment where we tried to get around each other but ended up going 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. Now he was aware that I had had sex that morning and he seemed really embarrassed about that knowledge. It was just becoming a tangled mess.
Leaving the house I called out loudly "I'm leaving for work honey!" and heard a muffled "OK, bye Mom." through the door.
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 that 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 a 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 in as I generally knew where he would go and I had a good idea what door he would leave by.
My mind wandered while I waited. "I am such a coward." I thought to myself. A good mother would have confronted her son right away with what I saw last night. Cross dressing, prostitution? I really did need to do something, but then again a good mother wouldn't have been tossing and turning all night, turned on beyond belief at what she saw. Hell a good mother wouldn't have gotten herself off while watching it.
The thing is, the thing that hurt most was that I had no clue, I mean none at all. 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 things like how long has he been dressing as a woman? From the look he managed to pull off this clearly wasn't the first time. How did I never notice?
I also felt a little offended that he hadn't told me, 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 shy awkward boy to 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. Those legs of hers 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.
Though this time I did notice a few more things that I was too shocked last time to notice, like her makeup was well done, but could have been done a bit better. She also wasn't as steady on those stiletto heels as I had first imagined. Still this was clearly 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 around the block to avoid being spotted, and just as I turned back on to 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 or anything. I circled around the block once more and found a parking spot in front of the music store across the street.
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 quite like she was lost, more like she was 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. By older man, this guy had to be in his late fifties or early sixties.
He stood up as she came close, they embraced warmly and his hand clearly 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 really nice two story home. This guy had to be pretty wealthy to live here right next to the park.
