As promised, here is Part III. It is a lot different than the first two parts and it touches on some subjects that my readers may not like: incest and transgenders. If this something that turns you off, I do apologize.
Also, I am having to post this from my phone so there may be some issues with indentation, as well as spacing.
Thanks again for reading, and I hope you enjoy my story!
Ben was up in his room, slowly stroking his 7 1/2 inch cock when the front door opened to the house. "Oh shit," he whispered, and he quickly closed the window containing the hardcore porn scene that he was watching. It was a particularly hot scene: two very attractive women, feverishly eating each other's cunts in a 69 position while a well hung man plows his ejaculating cock into the pussy of the woman on top.
Unfortunately for Ben though, he did not get to see the finale that consisted of the woman on the bottom licking the cum out of the woman on top's hairless, pulsating cunt. It was one of Ben's favorite types of scenes; it was also one of the hardest types of scenes to find.
"Benjamin, are you home?" It was him mom, Cindy, that was walking into the house and interrupting him from his much needed masturbation session. It had been days since he had cum, and he was now beyond frustration by the abrupt ending that to what was, thus far, a very satisfying self-pleasuring session. He was so frustrated, that he probably could have screamed at his mother, but he refrained.
"Benjamin," she shouted once more. She knew that he was home though. His old, beat up Toyota pickup truck was out front in the driveway. She was pretty that she knew why he wasn't answering though: he was probably stroking his cock.
"I'm up here Mom," he finally called out with mild irritation in his voice.
He had managed to clean the lube off of his hand and throw on a pair of gym shorts in record time. He opened his door and walked to the 2nd floor balcony that looked down into the front entrance of his and his mother's spacious house.
"What's up Mom?" He looked down at her. He could easily see down her white blouse from his viewpoint, and he admired her ample cleavage.
"Not much sweetie. What's up with you?" She dropped her things down onto the table next to the door that served as a repository for all things that needed to be put somewhere else: keys, purse, coat and other "out of the house," necessities.
"About the same. Just up here chilling."
Cindy looked up at her son, admiring him lovingly. He had grown quite a bit while away at college. He had forgone a shirt and his well-defined chest, stomach and arms were on full display to her. He was by no means an Adonis, but she still thought that he was handsome. She glanced between posts that held up the balcony bannister, and she saw that her son's semi-erect cock. It was clearly visible through his gym shorts and it was obvious, even from this distance that he was not wearing anything under those gym shorts.
"Got any plans for tonight," she asked, trying to get the image of her son's manhood out of her head. "It's actually not going to be freezing fucking cold like it has been these past few nights!"
"Meh, I don't know. Sara has been texting me all day about coming over to her house but I'm not sure if I really want to. Ever since I got back from school, she's been blowing up my phone and trying to get into my pants!"
Cindy scoffed at her son's words, felling just a hint of jealousy. "At least you have that problem! I haven't been laid in months!"
"That's because you never go out, Cindy! If you did, I'm sure you'd get laid in no time flat!"
"How many times have I told you not to call me Cindy?! College grad or not, I am still your mother, and you will address me as your mother, young man! Do you understand?"
"Yes ma'am," Ben came back sarcastically. He heard his mom call him a smart ass under her breath, and he chuckled.
Ben loved the relationship that he had with his mother. They were both very open and honest with each other. They always have been, ever since his dad bailed on the two of them when he was two years old. His mom had fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which way you look at it, developed physically at a very young age, and much faster than she had developed mentally. She was, and still is very intelligent, but when you're young, smarts are no match for raging hormones and an older guy that has taken interest. She gave birth to Ben, and became a single mom simultaneously at the age of 15.
Thankfully for Cindy though, she had parents that loved her. They took care of her and Ben, and they made sure that neither wanted for anything. Cindy was even able to finish high school and go to college. She got her degree and became a successful therapist, which paid well; and since the money was so good, she was able to provide for her son and give him almost anything and everything he needed and wanted.
Ben found his mother in the kitchen making herself a cup of coffee.
"What are your plans for tonight," he asked her, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll open a bottle of wine and relax; maybe watch a dirty movie and have a little "me time," if you know what I mean." She winked at him.
"You're such a perv mom," Ben said, unembarrassed by his mother's candidness. They were both adults, and as adults they were entitled to their urges and needs. A part of him wished that he could've watched, but he quickly disregarded the thought and chastised himself.
"So are you! Plus it's not like you don't do it too! In fact, I bet that's what you were doing when I walked in the front door!"
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Ben said, feigning offense.
"Sure you don't!"
Ben took a sip of his beer and watched his mother. Her back was too him, giving him a chance to ogle her plump ass. It looked damn good for being 35! Hell, all of her looked damn good for 35! Her toned calves, encased in tan stockings; small, shapely feet covered by sensible, tan heels that molded her legs into perfection. A light brown skirt came just above her knee, and her white blouse, while conservative, still graciously accentuated the curves of her 36C breasts.
She caught him looking at her when she turned around.
"Why don't you take a picture?! It'll last longer," she joked.
"Would you really let me? I've got a camera right here," he said, pulling out his cell phone.
"Now who's the pervert, Ben? You're staring at your mother while her back is to you, and now you want to take a sexy picture of her!"
"I'm sorry! I'm a sucker for beautiful women!"
"And I'm a sucker for sweet-talkers, so you better stop!"
They both made eye contact and smiled. Ben loved his mother's face. It was soft and kind; the type that you could tell anything to. There was a hint of eye and lip makeup, but nothing too noticeable. She didn't really need makeup though. To him, she was a natural beauty.
"I love that we can talk, and joke like this mom," Ben said affectionately.
"Me too sweetheart! Me too..."
Cindy left her son, and lazily made her way to the stairs, went up them and walked to the master suite: her bedroom. This was one of the few moments that she had wished she lived in a smaller house. She was tired, and her feet hurt from wearing heels all day.
It was her heels that were the first thing to go when she got into her room. She sat down on the bed to take them off; she gingerly rubbed her bare, stocking clad feet. A moan of pleasure and relief escaped her full, pouty lips.
After a few minutes of rubbing each foot, she got up off of the bed and walked over to close her bedroom door so she could undress. She decided against it though; her son had not yet come back upstairs, and neither one were particularly shy around each other when it came to the option of clothing.
She brought her hands down to her lower back and gripped the zipper to her skirt. She pulled it down slowly and shimmied out of it. It fell to the floor, exposing the tops of her tan, hold-up stockings, and the white thong that she was wearing. She brought each of her legs up and pulled each stocking off, being careful not to get a run in them, and she threw them onto the king-sized bed in the middle of her large, opulently appointed bedroom.
Next she lazily unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom; it too was tossed onto the bed. She was now only in her lacy white bra, and thong. She walked over to her full length mirror and she examined herself.
At 140lbs, she was heavier than she wanted to be but the extra few pounds gave her the "junk in the trunk" look that was so popular these days. She reached behind her head and pulled out the bun that had been holding up her shoulder length, brown hair in place all day long. She realized that had she been wearing her glasses right now, she would look like the sluttiest librarian in the world.
She ran her hands through her hair, scratching her scalp gently. Goosebumps spread across her skin from her own touch, and she wished that it was a man, or even another woman, running their hands through her soft, silky, brunette hair.
She brought her hands from her head to the clasp of her 36C cup bra. She undid it and let it fall to the floor. Yet another sigh of relief to be rid of another encumbering article of clothing escaped her lips and she brought her small hands to her supple breasts and she gently massaged the undersides of them. She rubbed back and forth, slowly bringing feeling back to her sensitive bust.
The last piece of clothing to go was her thong: the most uncomfortable undergarment ever invented in her opinion, but since she was wearing a skirt and abhorred panty lines, she endured the unpleasant thing. She slid it down her long legs and let it fall to the floor. Her legs were her second favorite feature, coming behind her large breasts, and in front her thick hips and ass.
She looked in the mirror once more. Her attention was drawn to the bush that was nestled between her thighs. She always kept her mound neatly trimmed, but she made sure that her pussy lips remained bald with the use of laser hair removal. Being completely bald was not something that she preferred; she didn't mind it on other women though.
She ran her fingers through her soft, brown pubic hair, and as if with a mind of their own, they travelled further down to her smooth, fleshy pussy lips. They were slightly swollen, and she could feel a hint of moisture on them. She had been perpetually aroused as of late, and masturbation for her was likened to using a one-handed fire extinguisher to put out a three-alarm warehouse blaze!
Realizing that her bedroom door was still open, she pulled her fingers from between her legs abruptly so she wouldn't get too aroused. She could've rubbed her clit to orgasm if she wanted but, she decided that she would wait until tonight when she could get comfortable on the couch with a glass of wine; maybe even get a little high. She wondered if Ben had any weed. Ever since Ben started messing with Sara two years ago, she started selling him weed. And really good weed! Her pussy twitched a little at the thought of Sara.
She had only seen her a few times, but when she did... Mmmmm, Cindy thought to herself. She loved her big round tits, and how Sara always seemed to have them on display for anyone and everyone to drool over. He was jealous that her son got to fuck that hot slut. She felt her hands make their way back down to her pussy once more. I've got to be strong! She brought them back up again. Just gotta wait a few more hours, Cin! And then you can rub your cunt til' you can't rub it anymore!
