-Thank you for reading my very first story-
Editor's Note: story contains gay male sexual content.
All my life growing up I thought my mom was weird, all the women on her side were strange. They had their own religion that no one has ever heard of. I never recall the true name, but they just called it "Theta."
When I was 7 my mom and dad got divorced, then me and my mom went to live with my grandma while my brother and sister stayed with my father. She always told me how much I looked like him, my grandma would agree. But I swear that my mom's eyes were blue before they got divorced! Now they are green, but she denies that they ever changed.
I turned 18 three months ago and I graduated high school. I promised my mom I would go to college after one more summer break. I was helping my mom outside in her garden and I noticed a smell. I couldn't find it, I thought it was a flower because it was sweet. Like honey and vanilla.
I went inside for a drink and I went back out, and as I walked by my mom I could smell it again. I then made it a point to walk by my mom as many times as she moved. I knew it was her so I asked if she was wearing perfume. She said "No, but I'm tired. Let's go inside."
She took a shower first, and I took this time to go to my room and jack off before she got out. I liked futanari porn. Where women had nice big tits and a dick. I know... I'm fucked up.
The next day we continued to work in her garden. The smell wasn't there, but as we worked and started sweating I could smell it again. My mother sweat was most definitely this sweet aroma. It was almost arousing. I noticed how her sweat made her clothes stick to her body, and I think she saw me noticing. I excused myself for a drink of water.
I drank my water inside, looking out the tinted windows. My mom was super slim, about 5' 5". But she had large boobs for her size. About 28FF if I were to guess. She was only 36, so she wasn't old at all. I was getting hard in my gym shorts, and she was on her way in. I went to the bathroom before she could see me through the windows.
"John! I need you to hurry up in there so I can take a shower!"
"O.K. Mom! Give me a couple minutes, nature calls!"
Except nature wasn't calling like usual. I got out of the bathroom and went to my room. My mom was in there on my computer. She was just reading some news on my home page.
"I just wanted to read what's new while I was waiting, I'm getting in the shower now."
I sat down and noticed that the folder with all my futanari pics was opened and minimized. I got worried that she might have seen, however her indifferent behavior had me optimistic. I then proceeded to jack off to the photos, but imagining my mother in their place. Big boobs, slim body, a long hard on erecting from where her pussy would have been, and a plump set of balls hanging under the rest of the lot.
My mom worked all week, so I didn't get to smell her in the garden. I was left to my imagination, but it was failing. I couldn't remember the smell, and I couldn't quite image my mother with a penis.
Her and my grandmother always prayed over there food. It was more of a small chant... or enchantment. They said they were removing negative energy, that is how they looked so young, and my grandma looked like she was 38, maybe 40, but she was actually 58.
Both me and my grandma noticed the increased chanting session that my mom did over the food, and I might be crazy, but my dick tingled the whole time.
That Saturday morning my mom woke me up so we could work in the garden before the day got too hot. I got dressed in my usual gym shorts and gray, short sleeve undershirt. As I was doing so I looked in the mirror, I wasn't buff, or super tan, but I thought I looked pretty good.
I went outside and I saw my mom standing in her blue gown. It was old and worn,and in the morning sunlight you could almost see through it. It was long enough to go all the way to the ground, so I asked, "Mom, why are you wearing your gown?"
"I figured it was easier to not get dressed, let's get to work."
As we worked and got all sweaty my moms gown started to stick to her body. She was on her hands and knees with the gown pulled before her knees so it wasn't under her in the dirt. It stuck to about her breast and then dropped down. I know she saw me looking at her glistening cleavage, I quickly looked back down and continued working.
As usual I went to get a drink of water and she got up soon after. But she didn't come inside, she walked around the house out of view. I went to go see what was wrong and she was standing there, her back to me, gown completely see through and stuck to her body with the sweet, aromatic sweat. I saw her beautiful, round ass, and quickly dismissed it, asking, "Mom? Are you coming inside? You are covered in sweat."
"I cloned something for you, want to see?"
I was confused, and asked as I walked around, "Cloned?"
I saw her tits perfectly through her gown, it stuck closely to her body all the way down her stomach. But there was a slight bulge at the top of her legs. She smiled at me and lifted her gown to reveal a dick, a long, thick dick. It was limp and laying over a pair of full, round balls.
I was completely surprised by the sight and said "Oh m god mom!" and ran inside.
For the next week I was wondering if I had imagined that my mom had a dick. It made me so horny, I now had a perfect image of my mom naked, with a huge dick.
Friday night at dinner my mom was smiling... a lot. She had taken a shower after work and wasn't wearing shoes. I hadn't done anything that day so I was just wearing gym shorts. I felt her foot on my bare leg. It soon drifted upward passed my knee, onto my thigh, then onto my cock. I got hard, really fast. She was rubbing my dick through my pants with her foot.
I did the same, tracing her leg with my toes. My moms legs were super smooth, as if they never had hair. I passed her thigh and was going to rub her through her house pants.