My mom died during complications due to my childbirth. She was an American born Chinese. The woman who raised me, and who I knew as mom, was her best friend at the Ranch. My mom was religious which explains why I was born and she did not have an abortion. My adopted mom and my actual mom were both around their early twenties when I was born. I was raised with a dozen young women around the same age as my mom, who I knew as a child as my 'aunties'. I never met my real Dad. The man I thought was my father was actually the owner of the place where we all lived and where they worked. I was kept hidden from him for most of my life.
I was therefore schooled at home by my adoptive mom and my aunties. When I was around seven or eight, I finally learned what happened to my biological mom. Anyway, I'm just going to call her mom, since that is how I knew her for all of my life growing up.
My mom and my aunties had many men visitors and I only saw them as I was scooted off somewhere else to play.
I remember as at a very young child the whole sexual differences between a boy and a girl. That was when I realized I was different from mom and my aunties. Even now that I am eighteen when I'm all relaxed it is still tiny. It's barely an inch nestled between my tiny balls the size of a quarter. Although finally as I reached maturity, when it's erect, its reaches a four inches.
Oh yeah, when I finally turned 18 I started to realize that I had sexual feelings, I had started almost every night to oddly wet myself. I would wake up with sticky fluids on my tummy or my upper thighs. I didn't understand what those warm feelings were that I was having almost all day and why I had been wetting myself almost every night with what mom called nocturnal emissions.
I finally discovered masturbation and the need to do it often, and I realized what those nocturnal emissions were. I stopped having them once I took up fulltime masturbating on a daily basis. I mean I was surrounded by naked or semi-naked sexy women all the time. They all still treated me as if I was just still a child, and the fact that I had such a tiny bit dangling between my legs kept that child image in the minds. So, no one ever offered though God knows I wanted them to, and constantly fantasied about going down on them, or fucking them.
My mom's plan was that sometime soon now that I turned eighteen we would leave. She was getting on in years around her early thirties and thus the usual time for forced retirement age. The only reason she had stayed on as long as she did was the way she looked. She retained her youthful appearance, looking much younger then whatever age she actually was, and she was stunningly beautiful and desirable with her slender and nubile 34-20-36 figure.
I took after her in always looking younger than my actual age and in my shape. I had her hips and butt. When it came to my package I took after my actually Caucasian father who was I was told was not very well endowed. Oh well. You work with what you got.
When we moved out, we could afford a used car, a used small tablet, which would also work as my phone and mom got a smart phone and a small studio apartment and it wasn't much but it was ours and we were together.
We had a little money saved up but not much.
Mom's idea was for us to be working girls doing house cleaning. It was funny that when I wore jeans, cowboy boots and a blouse or tee shirt. I guess I could have passed for a boy if I cut my hair, stop painting my toes and fingernails, and stopped wearing makeup. But I preferred being who I was and so I looked and dressed as if I was a nubile young girl instead.
We moved into our new apartment and we were officially out of the 'Chicken Ranch'. We had a little spare cash but we needed to land a new source of income soon. Tonight our first night in our new place would be ours to celebrate. Right now, the apartment is very sparse; our queen size bed would serve as a couch, a whole bunch of pillows, a TV on a nightstand a small kitchen table and two chairs, three floor lamps, and a single dresser. All used furniture but it is ours.
After we returned with some groceries and our dinner consisting of a frozen pizza and a bottle of wine we survey our domain. Now neither of us ever really drank much alcohol, drinking was for the John's and not for the working girls. They needed to keep their head so they would be able to give good head. But we figured we deserved a treat.
"It's a start at least it's warm," mom says as she shuts the door. "Why don't we get comfortable and then eat."
"Sure." I'm glad to be away from there. Now mom no longer has to turn tricks for someone else for a living for that I'm grateful. We don't have enough to get separate apartments, nor could we afford even a one-bedroom place. So I went from not a lot of privacy to even less privacy and I've started needing some alone time. I've got urges and needs, and I can feel them often. Like right now. I'm kind of horny.
God I want to get out of these clothes so bad and play with myself. As for getting naked, I didn't need to be told more than once and I had quickly shucked my boots, jeans, and tee shirt, I put the boots back on and now I'm just wearing my simple small black cotton girl thong which easily kept my balls and penis covered without revealing I had them. I had removed the bra.
"I'll pour us some wine while and then strip down as well. Put your clothes in the dresser."
"Okay mom, I love you." I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her. I feel her soft comforting warmth. My hips press into her hips and I feel a tingling in my crotch. I kiss her on the cheek and then let go. I notice how good she looks in her cowboy boots, black leggings, and sweatshirt. I could spot the impression of the string thong on her under the leggings. Damn. She looks hot. They were foolish to force her to retire I'm sure plenty of men would still be interested in her hot body. I know I am. That's how horny I am. I'm looking at my own mom and checking her out.
I spot my mom looking at me looking at her and she bites her lower lip and then smiles reassuringly.
"Here let me give you my clothes, " she tosses off her sweatshirt and reveals a pretty lavender bra, then off she steps out of the boot, slips out of the leggings to reveal a matching lavender tiny lace thong, a simple triangle in front with just strings that slipped between her ass cheeks and went around her hips. She handed me her clothes. "Why don't you get our house slippers rather than the boots," she says with a wave and a kiss that she blows at me.
I put away our clothes and got our house slippers, they were our favorite pair of heels, four-inch plastic platform shoes with a six-inch heel, both backless mules. Mine had red band across the toes, with a red sole and her's was lavender. I really was beginning to feel the need to jack off. But I suppressed the urge and just put our clothes away rather than make an excuse to go take a shower or something so I could jack off in the bathroom.
"You look so beautiful," Mom says in her soft familiar voice as I hand her heels and she hands me my glass of wine. She had already started sipping some of hers.
That's when I noticed that she was very beautiful and very desirable as well. We weren't wearing any makeup but she just had a natural glow and her small face with green almond eyes, long lashes, black straight hair that hangs down to just above the top of her round butt. She has delicate hands and feet, like my own. Her small round perky breasts, the size of half of an average lemon with her erect nipples rise showing under the lace of the bra, there is a slight rise to her tummy, she's no longer as flat and firm as she use to be.
I know that she has the softness and roundness of maturity and on her its looks so damn good. But to someone who had never seen her she looks like a barely late teen just getting her tits and ass. I know she has no pubic hair, just a slender slit hiding the warm place between her legs.
"Why don't we you eat and then, " She's been drinking and she seems a bit flushed which might explain why she is unconsciously playing with one of her breasts through the fabric of the bra. "We need to talk about some things." She winks at me suspiciously. "But first we eat and drink, we both don't like cold Chinese food."
Does she really think that now she can give me a talk about sex after we eat? This will be awkward. She looks good with the flushed look as she pours herself another glass of wine and I down my own and get another as well. At this rate, we will finish the bottle between us. We polish off the food, clean up, and end up on our last glass of wine. We did finish up the bottle.
I think we both might be a bit inebriated.
We sit on the floor facing each other; she gets into a lotus position, a bit less gracefully than she usually does. I notice that I can see her pussy behind the small triangle of lace lavender that is the front of her thong; the lotus position puts it on display.
I match her and end up sitting in a lotus position as well with my bare knees touching hers. I spot her look at my crotch and I can feel my balls stir and my little penis waking up though still hidden under the black cotton thong.
She spots me looking at her exposed crotch and she bites her lip as she thinks, and then she brings her hands to hide her exposed triangle, it is as if feeling her hands between her thighs has set off another chain of thoughts as she continues to bite her lower lip trying to decide on which feels to go with.
"I know by now you have urges and its okay"
Her hands that are hiding her sex start to move as they are brought up against her body. Damn! But did I imagine that there was a growing bit of a wet spot there?
She continues to speak even as her hands slowly and deliberately move against her sex. "I mean to say, I've seen plenty of erect male penises and seeing yours won't do me in, we will be living in this tiny place so I know that you have been doing it for some time, so I want you to know it's okay that you masturbate."
