Synopsis: This is the continuing adventure of Brendan and his transsexual mother, Christine. As our story picks up, mother and son have just taken a shower together during which Brendan's mom gave him the first blowjob of his life and one he's sure never to forget. But now it's time for Brendan to repay the favor.
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After our cuddle, we had finished washing up. We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off, not saying much, but allowing our faces and our eyes to communicate for us. Once we were dry, we hung out towels on the rack. My mom reached into the drawer under the sink and took out her hair dryer. She began to blowdry her hair while I sat down on the toilet seat cover and watched.
"Were you scared your first time?" I asked.
"A little, I suppose," she answered. "But it was a good kind of scared. I knew I was about to lose my virginity but it would be with a man I loved and who loved me. I guess I was more excited than scared, really. Why?"
"Just wondering," I answered.
"Were you scared just now?" she asked.
"No," I told her truthfully. "Excited, though.
"Good," she said.
"Were you scared when you began living as a girl?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied. "Terrified. I was afraid everyone would know I wasn't a real girl. I was afraid I might change my mind someday and decide I wanted to be a boy. I was afraid how my extended family would react to it. It was very difficult. Without Grandma and Grandpa and Natalie's support, I don't think I could have done it."
"How did you get over your fear?" I asked.
"I never did, exactly," she admitted. "One day, Natalie came over and I was crying. She asked what was wrong and I told her how afraid I was. So she took the box in which I'd put all my boy clothes and brought it out into the yard. She gave me her lighter and told me to set it on fire."
"Did you?" I asked.
"I did," she replied. "I set the box on fire and every article of boy's clothing I owned went up in flames. After that, no matter how scared I was, I knew there was no turning back, so I would have to just keep on living."
"You could have bought new clothes," I pointed out.
"It was a symbolic act," she told me. I nodded.
"All done," she said a minute later. She turned off the blow dryer and stowed it away in the drawer. Then she reached for her bathrobe. I quickly stood up and grabbed her hand before she could reach it. She gave me a confused look.
"You don't need that," I said. "Come on."
I held her hand as we walked nude into her bedroom. I sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to me. Mom sat down next to me. I slipped my arm around her waist and she put hers around my shoulder. I could feel her left breast rubbing against my side. I leaned over and closed my eyes.
Mom's lips locked with mine. My tongue slowly crept into her mouth and I felt it brush the tip of hers. We rubbed the tips of our tongues together passionately as we kissed. My hand slid down from her waist to the top of her buttcrack and I traced it with my finger. My mom pulled me closer against her, wrapping both arms around my neck.
I lay down on top of her and she fell back against the mattress. I straddled her waist with my feet hanging off the bed as we continued making out. I could feel our cocks rubbing together and my groin burned but right now all I wanted to be doing was kissing her. She broke the kiss and then planted little ones on my neck and chest. I sat up as she kissed her way down to my stomach, then leaned back on the mattress again. I was now straddling her chest with my cock lying between her tits.
"I want to do something but I feel really weird asking," I told her.
"Honey," she said, "we're both naked as the day we were born and you're sitting on top of my with your penis between my breasts. I don't think it can get much weirder."
"Right," I said, chuckling. "Well, remember how we watched one of your videos last night? I was wondering if we could watch one of mine."
"Brendan!" she exclaimed in shock.
"See!" I exclaimed. "I told you it was weird!"
"Sorry," she said, blushing. "I guess no mother wants to hear her son has been keeping porno movies."
"Most sons don't want to hear about their mothers keeping gay porno movies," I retorted.
"Fine," she said with a sigh.
I smiled, gave her a quick kiss, then climbed off her. I ran into my room, fished around under my bed for a second, until I found the DVD. I brought it back into the bedroom and handed it to her. The cover depicted two naked teenage girls kissing while two other girls knelt between their legs, eating them out.