Jason had always wanted to be a girl. He had wished it for as far back as he could remember. Whenever his mother would take him shopping for new clothes, he would secretly steal glances at all the girls' items, imagining how he would look in them. Unfortunately, he was an only child, without a sister who's clothes he could use to explore. But shortly after his sixteenth birthday, an idea had hit him. He could try his mother's clothes. She was only sixteen herself when she gave birth to him, and still--at thirty-two--had taste in fashion. Also, Jason was still small enough to fit into her clothes.
The idea was irresistible, and he immediately went into her room, intent on changing his clothes. And why not? His mother was away with friends for the night, and he had the house to himself. When he was in his mother's bedroom, Jason quickly stripped himself of his own clothes, and walked into his mother's closet. It was a decent sized walk-in closet, but to Jason it felt like heaven. There was so much to choose from!
The first thing he grabbed was a pair of red panties. They were made of satin, and had a white lacy waistband, with a small white bow in the front. There was also white lace around the leg holes. Next, Jason grabbed the matching bra, which was made to fit a b-cup. He has seen a bra put on enough times to know the easy way: put it on backwards, hook the clasp shut, then turn it around and put your arms through the straps.
By the time he was done with this, Jason noticed that the panties he wore were giving him an erection. It hurt at first, as his cock was pointing downward. With a little aggravation, he leaned forward and he reached into the panties, adjusting his cock to point forward. Fortunately, the panties still contained him.
Following the bra and panties, Jason found a black garter belt, with six hooks around it. This was used to hold up a pair of thigh-high, nude-colored stockings, with five inches of lace at the top. Over all the previous, Jason stepped into a black full-body slip, made of pure silk. He felt so soft and feminine as he pulled it up all the way. It was then that he also noticed a wet feeling on his cock; he was pre-cumming in his mother's panties.
Not worried about it too much, Jason ignored the wet spot forming in the front. Wanting to feel sexy, he found a black, leather pencil skirt, with a six inch zipper in the back. Tucked into the skirt, he chose a satin, silver, button-down blouse. Finally, he completed the outfit with a pair of black, three-inch pumps. Fully dressed, he took a moment to look at himself in the full body mirror at the rear of the closet. The first thing he noticed was his full-on erection, pushing everything forward. He figured that his pre-cum had probably soaked through the slip by now, and was staining the inside of the leather skirt.
Suddenly, he looked over his reflection's shoulder and froze. He saw his mother standing behind him. But... she seemed to be admiring him!
"Wow," his mother finally said. She smiled at her son. "You look beautiful."
Jason was absolutely stunned. His mother was actually accepting of this! He turned to her quickly, intent on saying something, but immediately forgot what he wanted to say when he remembered his erection. He blushed, quickly sitting down on the small bench in the closet, and leaned forward over his cock.
Jason's mother smiled again, sitting beside him. "Jason, sweetie," she swooned. "You don't have to be embarrassed of that." She then placed a loving hand on her son's shoulder, sitting him back gently. With his back now against the wall, his cock was standing at full attention beneath the leather skirt. It was in this moment that Jason noticed what his mother was wearing. She donned her skinny blue jeans, which showed her full lower figure, and a tight white turtleneck sweater, that was also sleevless. It was tight enough to accentuate her size c breasts.
"Mom, I..." Jason started to say, but he never found the words. His mother then placed a finger over his lips and shushed him.
"Jason, it's okay. I've always wanted a daughter." With that, Marissa stood and began walking out of the closet. Without even thinking, Jason realized he needed to stop her. He quickly threw his hand forward, grabbing his mother's ass. She turned around, taking her turn to be stunned. "Jason!"
Jason stumbled on himself, but finally managed to speak. "I want you, mom," he said. "Please?"
He didn't know what made his mother stay, but she did. She sat down next to her son, and began stroking him over the skirt as she gazed into his eyes. For the next few moments, Jason simply sat there, enjoying his mother's touch. Her eyes were quite beautiful too, the most luscious shade of green. Finally, he began moving forward, closing the gap between his lips and hers. Marissa moved back, still rubbing her son's cock. "No," she said quietly.
"Can I at least touch you?" Jason asked, almost pleadingly. Marissa slowly shook her head in acknowledgement. With that, Jason gently worked his fingers underneath his mother's sweater, and began lifting it. When his hands reached her breasts, he took each nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently fondling them. Marissa closed her eyes and inhaled, enjoying her son's touch. It even made her touch him more firmly.
Jason then became bold. He quickly moved forward and locked his lips with that of his mother. She opened her eyes and moaned in protest, trying to pull back, but Jason wouldn't let her. With one hand, he let go of her breast and grabbed her head from behind, preventing her escape. Marissa continued to attempt to pull back, as she felt her son's tongue invade her mouth, but for some reason continued to rub him as well. Eventually, she gave in, returning her son's kiss.
Now the two stood up, and held each other tight and close, engrossed in their passionate kiss. Marissa allowed her son to lift her sweater over her head, revealing that she wore no bra, then moved her hands to Jason's ass. She caressed her son with one hand, while unzipping the skirt with the other. Then she worked her soft hands underneath the band of the skirt, until it fell to the floor around Jason's ankles.
Jason had soaked through the slip big time. Marissa noticed this and smiled. She rubbed her palm over the wet spot, then brought it back to her mouth, licking it clean. Next, she got down on her knees, lifting the front of the slip. "Oh, mom," said Jason, unable to believe what was coming. Marissa didn't even lower the panties her son wore, but rather freed his cock through a leg hole. Finally, she took the length of him into her mouth, as deep as she could go.
Jason moaned in ecstasy, as his mother sucked him harder and faster with every passing moment. He clenched her hair tight, and moved his hips, until finally he was doing all the work. It had gone from Jason standing still while his mother sucked him, to his mother out of control while he fucked her throat. He could feel his cock slapping the back of her throat, and hear her gagged moans. He could feel her try to pull away to catch her breath, but he held her in place, almost ready to climax.
Then it happened. Jason began cumming in his mother's mouth. In his orgasm, he lost control, and Marissa was able to pull back. She gagged on cum, coughing some out, as Jason spilled more onto her face. When he was finally done, Marissa actually took her son's cock back into her mouth, sucking it to erection. When he was hard again, Marissa laid back and opened her jeans. She pulled them off quickly, and pulled her panties to the side, opening her legs.
Jason quickly crawled over his mother, easily inserting himself into her wetness. He held her shoulders, pulling her down as he moved up, concentrating all his efforts into cumming again; Marissa seemed to be doing the same. It didn't take as long the second time around, and this time, mother and son climaxed together. Marissa screamed so loud that Jason kissed her to quiet her, afraid the neighbors might hear. However, in his own shock, he quickly pulled up, pushing ever harder into his mother.
"What, honey?" Marissa asked, seeing the look of fear in her son's eyes.
"I'm cumming in my mother! I'm cumming in my mother!" he said quickly, continuing to repeat it.
Marissa pulled her son back down for another kiss as she moved her hips down, making sure her son couldn't pull out of her until he was done. When he was, he simply lay atop his mother, resting.
"That's my girl," Marissa comforted. "Just lay with mom."
"I love you, mom," he whispered, then fell asleep.
Marissa moved her lips to her son's ear and whispered, "I love you, daughter."
--To Be Continued.
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