All the characters are age 18, or older. This story is about incestuous relationships.
For background you might read the previous chapters.
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It was a Friday. I had just got home from my last class. The weekend was ahead of me and I was wondering what my mother had planned. I would have to take some time to study, though. It was early May and finals were coming up.
So far I had done well in school. My grades near the top in my class. I would be finishing my first year at our local two year college. The idea being that I would go on to more serious study after I had gotten some of the basics out of the way. Mom had been quite pleased that I had chosen to stay home for two more years. That was before we had become lovers. Of course after our union she was even more delighted.
She would be home before long. My last class on Fridays was at three o'clock so I usually got home only a little before Mom. She had not laid out panties for me. That indicated she wanted me to wait for her before I changed. We would shower together then. I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed my silk robe from the closet.
I decided to work on my voice while I waited. My way of practicing was to talk to myself about what I was doing. "Mom will be home soon, Gene," I said in my practice voice. "We'll get pretty then, for Eloise." My practice went much better when I was Gina, somehow the feeling of femininity helped. But I tried to practice whenever I could, whatever mode I was in.
I didn't know if I could ever have a genuinely female sounding voice. It would only be when I was with Mom that I would use it. I thought I could develop the soft, yet throaty and sultry tones of an aroused woman; at least I hoped so. I felt like I was making some progress but I hadn't tried it out yet on Mom, or Eloise.
Mom and I were getting better at feminizing me. To be sure we were far from being experts at cross dressing. We thought that I could, however, pass for a woman in public. That is, if I didn't have to speak.
Our trip to far off New York had been a huge help to us. We had learned much about my new lifestyle. We had been able to talk to several men who had been cross dressing for years. It was from them I had learned about training my voice. They had also told me about a web site to help with the voice and about several others of a more general nature.
"Let's see if we have any email," I said in my practice voice. I sat at Mom's computer and turned it on. I checked for mail, there were a couple but I didn't read them. They were for both of us, or for Mom. We would read then together.
It was only a few minutes before I heard Mom driving into the garage. She came into the kitchen in her work clothes. A suit with skirt and blouse. Mom immediately took her suit jacket off followed by her blouse. She pulled the zipper down on her skirt, let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. She held up her arms to me. We hugged each other and kissed hotly, with lots of tongue. She was dressed now in bra, panties, garter belt and nylons. She left her pumps on too.
"I've been wanting you all day, Gene," she told me. "I had to put a pad in my panties."
Her words thrilled me. I knew her pussy would have a delectable bouquet. "That sounds enticing, Eloise," I told her. "Shall I make you a drink, or a cup of tea?"
"Tea would be nice. We can check our email too."
My mother, her real name is Ethel, became Eloise as soon as she was home and had removed her work clothes. We were in our secret world then. A place where our fantasies ruled, where our fetishes were the norm. I was Gene until she did my makeup later. Of course I would become Gina then. For now I was a man.
It was only on weekends that I fully evolved into my Gina persona. When I did not have school the next day. Sunday evening through Thursday I would usually wear panties and often nylons, along with a bra or camisole. I would shave closely but not depilate. No perfume or makeup either. In fact a good part of our Sunday afternoons was devoted to removing nail polish and other cosmetics.
Some of the fantasies Mom had were better played out with me in my Gene identity. Mom would be Eloise many times, but sometimes she was Mom, sometimes Ethel. Often I was required to be a total male, not even panties were allowed then. Other times Mom would be a dominate figure. Panties were sometimes part of the costume, but not always. Sometimes we would simply be lovers; fucking and sucking and thoroughly enjoying each other.
Mom had told me more about some of the dreams she had before our union. She told me how she often saw me as a beautiful girl with a big cock. Other times she said I was a girl, with a pussy; in those dreams we made love together, with me as a woman. Those dreams did not occur as often as the ones where I was a man who looked feminine. But, Mom told me, they were intense.
Mom would ask me sometimes to describe what it was like to eat her. I would try to tell her of the lovely scents, of the taste of her essences, of the feel of her slick juices on my face. Of the joy I felt when her plump thighs pressed against my head to hold me at her hot cunt. To express the sheer exhilaration as she came on my face. She seemed to find my descriptions erotic. She was always aroused afterward.
She had told me more another time. About how she loved it when I ate her pussy as Gina. Or as Gene too, for that matter. But she was referring to the times I posed as a lesbian lover for her. What she missed, she told me, was being able to make love to me as a woman. She put it a little more crudely when I didn't seem to understand. "You don't have a pussy I can eat, Gina. Everything else is wonderful."
I had reminded her about the night we watched the lesbian video. I had told her then that I wouldn't object to her making love with a woman. She had responded that she didn't know any that she would feel at ease with. Especially considering the fact that her son was her lover. That was not something she wanted anyone to gossip about.
Before our union Mom had never experienced many of the things we took great pleasure in after we became lovers. Oral sex, for instance. Her dreams had caused her to become fascinated by it. She loves to suck me and for me to eat her now. I wasn't surprised that she wanted to find out what eating a woman's pussy was like. She said that she thought she might be bi. She didn't seem to be concerned by the thought. I certainly wasn't. I will love her any way she wants to be.
This all started, of course, when my mother discovered me with her panties. I was wearing one pair and masturbating while I sniffed a soiled pair. My mother, after her initial shock, realized that my fetish complemented her own fantasies. The rest, as they say, is history.
A point I suppose I should make. I am not gay. At least in the respect that I am not attracted to men. I only desire sex with women. The only woman I had ever had sex with, until that time, was my mother. But I love to feel feminine, to dress in a feminine manner. And, when Eloise is so inclined, to act as a surrogate lesbian lover for her.
Of course, while I can lick and suck at her very desirous cunt, she cannot do the same to me. We often end up in a sixty-nine position anyway. She tried to imagine my cock as a pussy. I had told her how I was sometimes able to do that. It helped some, but wasn't really a satisfactory solution.
If there seems to be a little uncertainty about oral sex, there really wasn't. Mom, liked to suck my dick either as Gene, or as Gina with a cock. It was simply that she wished for more. That she could not make true lesbian love with me. It was a part of her dreams that she couldn't fulfill.
Eloise had a number of fantasies that we sometimes tried to act out. We often came back to ones we liked several times. Other times we had 'story nights'. We would find stories about mother and son incest to read together. 'Literotica' was one of our favorite sites. We found more tales on the 'Familial Lover's Union' website. That is the incest organization we belong to.
The stories on the FLU website were more factual with fewer descriptive passages. But we read them with interest. We could often let our imaginations fill in the blanks.
FLU also had a bulletin board where members could exchange thoughts and ideas. Each member also had a private mailbox. Mom had started corresponding with a few women she had met through the bulletin board. Her communication with one of them had advanced to the point that they were emailing each other directly instead of to their FLU mailbox. Her name was Jenny.
Jenny was in her late twenties. She had been having an incestuous affair with her brother who had a panty fetish. In his case it never went beyond panties and bras, but it may have been because he didn't have someone like Eloise to encourage him.
Jenny and her brother had joined FLU after they had been lovers for a few months. They thought that their love had staying power and they would live together. About a year after they became members her brother was killed in an accident.
Jenny mourned for over a year before starting to get out again. It was on one of her first dates after her brother's death that she discovered she had an unsuspected problem. She could not be aroused by any man not wearing panties.
Her fixation on panty clad men was to lead her into several embarrassing situations. A couple of times she asked men to put on her panties. They refused indignantly. She had finally quit trying to meet someone and began to rely on her vibrator. Once she thought about running an ad. For a 'real man' who wore woman's panties. It was about that time that she remembered FLU. She caught up her dues and signed on.
Eloise and I were very new on the site when Jenny first posted. Mom responded to her post by sending a message to Jenny's FLU mailbox. She explained how I had a panty fetish that was, with her help, becoming a desire to dress in feminine attire.
Jenny responded and a correspondence began between the two. It was to the point now that they knew each other's real names and where they lived.
