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Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, but none of the sexual activities involve anyone under the age of 18 'Me and Mom' By Linda Laving [email protected] Right from the very beginning, it was always just me and my mom. I don't remember ever having a man around the house and my mom never brought it up, and the few times I tried she'd deftly changed the subject. I took after her a lot, and while I was quite a bit taller at 5'9, in high school I was still only 102 pounds. I think my mom always wanted a daughter, and perhaps had named me Leslie as an androgynous alternative. And though I wasn't born female I never was very masculine by nature. Without any input from her I had grown my straight dark blonde hair down to my waist, I never had a bit of body hair, and at 15 I still hadn't started growing any facial hair. As a small child I always sat with her at her vanity as she got ready for work every morning, putting on her makeup and fixing her hair. On Saturday mornings we'd both sit and talk as she'd do her nails and pluck her eyebrows for whatever date she had that night, and for the coming week. Since my earliest years, though, when she was working and I was off school I'd dress up in her bra, panties, stockings and one of her party dresses, which of course never fit right. Then I'd sit at her vanity and play with her makeup. I'm sure she noticed her clothes were being worn and her makeup being used but she never said a word for years. Then, when I was 15 she came home unexpectedly early and discovered me dressed that way - but instead of being angry, she just said, "Honey, I always knew - and you make a lovely girl." After that she started buying me girl's clothes, my own makeup, and taught me how to apply it better. And more often than not after that I'd dress as a girl when we were home alone together. When I went to school, though, I always tied my hair back in a ponytail and wore jeans and a tee shirt, and while I never really had any close male friends no one bothered me either, I was mostly just ignored. I was friends with some of the girls in my grade but we didn't socialize after school. A few times I did hear people wondering aloud whether I was gay or not but sex was not something I thought about one-way or another. And when I'd overhear the other boys talking about sex and masturbation it didn't trigger anything in me. My penis was fairly small and almost never got hard. Near the end of my sophomore year, on my sixteenth birthday, my mother surprised me with a present and told me I wouldn't be going to school that day. When I opened the package I found a beautiful flowered cotton sundress, short with spaghetti straps, and she told me we'd be going out so I should put it on. I'd never been out as a girl before and was very nervous, but she pulled out a white strapless bra, panties, and some small silicone inserts she'd bought for me, and I put them on with a pair of white open sandals. At her vanity she sat in front of me with a tweezers and plucked some hairs out of my already thin brows, and painted my finger and toenails for me in a pink shade. I put on my own makeup, fairly light as she told me to, with pink lipstick, and put on a simple neck chain and bracelet with some small gold hoop clip-on earrings, and she helped me comb out my long straight hair. I grabbed a small white purse and stood up, and my mom looked at me and said, "Oh, honey, you are so pretty." And as we walked out and I passed the full-length mirror in the hall I saw a typical teenage girl a little taller than average. My mom got on the interstate and as we headed towards the city I asked her where we were going, and she just said, "We have a few appointments, you'll see." We got to the city and parked in a garage, and took an elevator up to an office suite and went in. "Mom," I said, "this is a therapist's office!" "It's not what you think," she said, "You'll see." We announced ourselves and were both led into the doctor's office. The doctor introduced herself, and said, "Your mom and I have talked, and all I want to do is ask you some questions." With my mom in the room, the doctor went through a questionnaire, which I answered, and then she started asking me questions about my feelings. She said, "Your mom and I have already talked, and what I'd like to offer is hormone replacement therapy or female hormones. It'll be a series of pills that you'll take daily." I asked her what the effects would be and she told me that it would make me feel better mentally, but over a period of time would make me develop breasts, redistribute body fat, lessen body hair and help stop any future scalp hair loss, among other things. In other words it would help me become a girl if that's what I wanted. And then she told me it was totally up to me, I was still young, but if that was going to be my goal the sooner the therapy started the more complete would the transformation become. She also mentioned that she'd planned on having me see a voice coach, but after meeting me she saw that my voice had never changed and that all my years with my only my mom had made my vocal inflections naturally feminine, so she said she didn't think I needed it. I didn't have to even think about the hormones, and said yes, and she wrote out some prescriptions and we set up another appointment and left. We then walked a few blocks down to a jewelry store and went in, and my mother told the sales girl, "I'd like to get my daughter's ears pierced." I was thrilled because the clip-ons hurt so much, so we picked out a pair of gold studs and I sat in a chair as the girl pierced my ears and gave me the small care kit to put in my purse. When we left there I said, "Mom, I'm hungry." She said we had to make just one stop first, so we walked a few blocks down and she guided me into a beauty salon. My mom talked to them first, and they guided me to a chair, and a girl started trimming my hair, she cut bangs in the front and slightly layered the sides. Then my mom paid and we left and went down the street to a nice restaurant for lunch. At lunch I expressed some nervousness at going back to school with the earrings and the hair, but she said, "Don't worry, sweetie, earrings aren't uncommon these days, you can gel your bangs back if you feel like it, and I'm pretty sure no one will be shocked." Then she smiled. I did feel wonderful, it was so nice being out, and after lunch we went shopping together. I noticed a few people glancing at me and mentioned it to my mom, but she just said, "Sweetie, you're a beautiful girl, of course people are going to look, and your height makes you even more striking. Not a soul would ever suspect otherwise." It turned out she was right about school, no one said a word, and I began taking the hormones regularly and it wasn't long before I noticed that my breasts were starting to get larger and become more sensitive. I started growing my nails longer and tapering the tips but kept them unpolished during the school week, and finally the school year was over. By the time school started back in September, my junior year, my breasts had become noticeable, and my mom had the therapist write me a note to excuse me from gym, but I was still wearing loose T-shirts and jeans to school which helped hide the breasts, and life went on. But I was now spending all my time as a girl except for the classes. As I was nearing my 17th birthday towards the end of my junior year my mom decided it was time we had a heart to heart talk, and she asked me if I had any interest in boys, or had thought about that at all. "I'm not gay, mom," I said, and she replied. "Gay, straight, none of that matters at all, but sooner or later you'll hopefully find someone to care for - and in your case it would probably make more sense for that person to be a boy. And I have noticed that when we're out together you are attracting a lot of attention lately." "But mom," I said, "How could I be with a boy? I don't have a vagina, and that's all boys are looking for." "Honey," she said, "All boys really want is to be satisfied. And there are other ways to satisfy them that are easier and safer in this day and age." "Mom!!!" I said, so she dropped the subject at that point. But a few days later she came into my room and told me to come into the living room, and when I got there she said, "Sit down and relax," and turned on the VCR. I was surprised to see the title of 'Oral Pleasures' on the screen, and then the video started with a naked guy sitting on a couch as a woman walked in, kneeled in front of him, and leaned over to take his cock in her mouth. I sat there mesmerized as the movie went on, and the women first pleasured the guy till he had an orgasm in her mouth, then a half dozen new guys walked in and she kneeled in the center of the room and took them all in her mouth, one after another, till they shot their sperm in her mouth or on her face. At one point one of the guys held her head and forcefully thrust his cock into her mouth and obviously, her throat, and at the end of the movie the woman was laying on a couch with her head hanging backwards over the edge as several guys in a row squatted before her face and literally fucked her mouth and throat as their balls slapped into her nose and she stared upside down at the camera. When the video stopped I was stunned - and then I told my mom, "That was disgusting and degrading! I wouldn't do anything like that for a million dollars!" And she replied, "Sweetie, I know you wouldn't - that was the only available movie they had at the video store that showed all the possibilities. But some of those same techniques can be incorporated into lovemaking, and can be quite nice. And there aren't many guys alive that wouldn't be satisfied with any of that. You know that when I date I sometimes bring my dates back here afterwards? Well, more often than not that's what I do to satisfy the men, and I've learned to enjoy it very much, and it's so much easier and safer than intercourse. It's not disgusting at all, and is only degrading if you're doing something against your will." I left the room but the images stayed in my mind. And a few weeks later, my mom came home after a date with a guy, which was not really unusual, but this time she came to me first and said, "I'm going to leave the bedroom door open a crack, and the lights off in the outer hallway, and I'd like you to watch what happens in there through the crack." Then she went in her room with drinks where the guy was waiting. I really didn't want to watch, but I couldn't resist, so I stood at the door and watched as my mom and her date sat on the bed sharing a drink. After a few minutes he turned and kissed her, and they sat there kissing for a while, and his hand went up to her breasts and hers down to his lap. She moved back and took her blouse off, and then reached over and opened his belt and slid his pants down to the floor. They began to kiss again, and she reached down to take his cock in her hand and began to slowly stroke it, but when reached over and started to go under her skirt, she said to him, "Sweetie, it's that time of the month - but I'll take care of you." Then she kissed him again, stood up to step out of her skirt but left her panties and pantyhose on, and then she slid to the floor where she slowly pulled his shoes off and then pulled his pants and under shorts off completely. Kneeling between his legs, she began to kiss him again as he sat on the bed, and took his now rock hard cock in her hand and slowly played with it. And then she leaned down and slipped her mouth right over his cock and began to slowly move her lips up and down his shaft, and he let out a moan. After a few minutes she lifted her head up and kissed his lips again, and they kissed for some time as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. Then, she lifted his shaft upward and bent over and began to run her tongue over his balls as she gently stroked his cock, and he moaned again. She quickly leaned up to kiss him again, but then leaned over, took his cock back in her mouth, and cupped his balls in her hand as her head began to move up and down as her lips went slowly up and down his shaft. He moaned, and then she started making soft moaning noises herself as she steadily stroked his cock with her mouth, her lips going right down to his pubic hair with his cock obviously entering her throat, and then back up so her lips were just circling the tip. I couldn't believe I was standing here watching my mom doing this, but I was getting really turned on all the same. Not a hard-on, just maybe a little fullness down there but a very funny feeling overtook me. They were both moaning now, him loud and her soft, and she started moving her mouth faster over his shaft. Then he said, "I'm going to cum," in a tight voice, and she just made a "mmmmmm" sound and pulled her lips back towards the end of his cock. He went "Oohhhhh" and stiffened up as she started making soft slurping noises, and it was obvious she was drinking down his juices. Then she pulled her lips off his cock, stroked it upward a few times, and leaned over to lick the tip clean and leaned back to look up at him with a smile. "That was absolutely wonderful," he said, as he leaned over to kiss her, and they kissed for a few minutes more till he lay back on the bed. Then she lay down next to him and cuddled in against him. They just lay there together, arms around each other, and every now and then they'd look at each other and touch lips. Finally she said, "Well, I better get up." So I took my cue and left the doorway and went quickly back to my room, and a few minutes later the door opened, they came out together, and she walked him to the door where they kissed goodnight. He said, "Can I call you again?" "Sure, sweetie," she replied. After the door closed I stepped out into the room, and she asked, "What did you think sweetie?" I was silent for a minute, and then said, "I was surprised that there was so much kissing, especially during and afterwards. I always heard that men wouldn't kiss you after you did that to them." "Some guys are like that," she said, "But most aren't. And kissing is really nice on it's own, isn't it?" "Mom, I've never kissed anyone that way. Where would I meet a boy to kiss?" "I'm sorry honey, I wasn't thinking," she said. "I just take kissing so much for granted. I guess you don't even know how to kiss, do you?" "Not really mom, I've seen it done in movies but that's it." "Maybe I should teach you then," she said, and stepped over in front of me. Then she touched her lips to mine. "Mom, this is kind of strange," I said. "No it's not sweetie, it's just kissing. And someone has to teach you if the boys can't." She leaned in towards me and said, "Part your lips a little and relax them." Then she put her lips on mine and I felt her tongue slide slightly inside my lips, and instinctively, I put my tongue against hers. We began to lightly lick the tips of each other's tongues, and her lips opened a little wider against mine. It felt really nice, and her mouth had an odd taste to it, a little musky and salty, probably the remnants of her date's cum, I thought. For quite awhile we stood there, softly touching tongues and lips, and I again started getting a funny feeling and again started getting full down below. She must have felt it also, because suddenly she pulled back and said, "see, you do know how to kiss. Well, lessons are over then. Goodnight honey." So we both went to our rooms to fall asleep. The next day she acted as if nothing had happened, but on the day after my 17th birthday, we were sitting down at the kitchen table and she said, "Sweetie, we really have some decisions to make. The school year is almost over, and I'm sure it's starting to get uncomfortable for you there. Your breasts are getting too large too hide (they were now almost up to a B cup), and your whole body is starting to change. I noticed your hips are getting wider and your muscle tone is changing, and the whole situation here is not great for you. "I've decided that next month when school ends we're going to move. Only a few miles away, but it'll be a different town with different people and you can be a girl all the time there. We'll register for your senior year as a female, and nobody will know you as anything else." I had, as I'd mentioned earlier, virtually no male friends anyway, and only casual girl friends, so I was very happy to hear this. With the school year over we moved to a new small house, and as a symbolic gesture I put all my remaining guy clothes in some plastic bags which we threw in a dumpster on the way to the new house. Over the summer I took driving lessons and managed to get my license (which unfortunately, still showed my gender as male, but who would see it?), and otherwise I spent some time on the beach in some new bikinis, was introduced to the new neighbors by my mother as, "My daughter Leslie." I grew my nails long and was able to keep them polished for a change. At the end of the summer I registered for my senior year as a girl - and of course I did have to have my transcripts sent over but my mother had already prearranged with the woman in the office to have any gender references removed. The woman was very sweet anyway, but I suspect a bribe had been involved. So I started classes, and right from the beginning things were now different - the girls treated me differently, some were of course snotty by nature, but most were very nice to me. I still kept a certain distance from the other kids, but some of the boys were becoming very persistent. My mother's words and actions regarding sex kept reappearing to me but I wasn't ready. The school year passed quickly and I was soon nearing my 18th birthday. My birthday was on a Saturday, and when I awoke I went downstairs to find a large present on the kitchen table. When I opened it up I was surprised to find a new outfit, different from anything I'd owned. There was a black lace trimmed wonderbra with matching panties, a black lace garter belt, sheer nude lace trimmed garter stockings, a pair of 4" stiletto heeled dress sandals that laced up the ankle, and a black spandex, very small, tube dress. My mom came in a few minutes later, and said, "Happy Birthday - you are now a woman, and I have the day planned for you. After lunch I want you to take a shower, polish your nails with this, and put on the new clothes." She handed me a bottle of bright red nail polish. "What are we...?" I started to ask, but she just replied, "You'll see." So after lunch I took a shower, shaved what little hair I had on my legs and my armpits, and went to my room and painted my toes and fingers with the red polish, and started to dress. The new bra pulled me in and gave me some serious cleavage, and I tucked myself back inside the new panties, put on the new garter belt, and pulled on the very smooth stockings and attached them to the garters. I then pulled on the tube dress, which barely covered the stocking tops, and stepped into the sandals and laced them around my ankles. As I was walking around the room in the heels, which were surprisingly easy for me to walk in, my mom came in the room, and she was dressed exactly the same. I sat down to put on my makeup and she said, "Heavy on the eyes." So I sat in front of my makeup mirror and brushed on black liquid eyeliner, black mascara, and looking at her, matched her dark pink and smoky blue eyeshadow. She then came over and handed me a plum blush, which I applied, and then a tube or bright red lipstick which matched my nail polish. So I lined my lips with a red pencil and then put on the lipstick. My mom came up behind me and began to brush my hair, and in the mirror I saw her tease it on top and spray it in place. I stood up and walked to the full length mirror to see myself and thought I looked like a hooker, and told my mother so, she just laughed and said, "You look great, don't worry." When I looked back in the mirror and saw myself in a different light, I noticed for the first time exactly what the hormones had been doing. My hips had widened beneath my flat belly, and my breasts were very proportionate to a tall skinny teenager. My long blonde hair framed my thin face, and while I wasn't model material because my nose was a little large, my large dark blue eyes and full red lips meant it wasn't so noticeable. I saw a girl on the verge of womanhood trying to look older than she was. I looked at my mom, and had to admit she looked great also. She was almost 40, but looked 10 years younger. She had the same dark blonde hair as I did but it was shoulder length and layered, and the same dark blue eyes, but she was built totally different than me. She was only up to my shoulder, maybe 5 foot 6 in matching heels whereas I, in the heels, was over 6 foot tall and my teased hair added another 4 inches or so. She was much more voluptuous, with an hourglass figure and a small waist. But she still could be taken for my older sister. "Let's go," she said, so we both picked up very small black purses on shoulder straps, and slipped on matching full-length black cardigan sweaters to cover up a little and left the house and got in her car. It was only 4PM but when I asked where we were going, she again replied, 'You'll see." When she got on the interstate she headed towards the city. We got off at an exit still on the outskirts and were in what appeared to be an industrial neighborhood when she pulled into the parking lot of a small building with a sign that said, "Adult Videos - Peep Shows." The parking lot was very large for a building that small, and packed, but we found a spot and pulled in, and she said, "Leave the sweater here." I took off the sweater, and got out of the car in the tube dress and heels, and she ordered, "Follow me." At the front door a sign read, "You must be 18 to enter." She smiled at me as we walked in. We were in a large room filled with videos and sex toys, with a cash register over on the side with a listless looking clerk behind it - and even though the lot had been full, the store was empty except for a single guy scanning through the magazines. My mom went up to the register and said, "$20 in tokens please." The guy handed her a small roll, avoiding eye contact. Then she took my elbow and steered me towards the back wall and through the curtains that were there. I found myself in a large wide hallway with rows of door on each side, about half of which were closed, and the closed ones had a red light lit over them. There must have been a dozen guys lounging around in the hall on both sides. "Come on," she said, and headed towards the end, and all eyes followed as we walked down the hall and into the last door on the right, and latched the door. I found myself inside a small room, maybe 5 foot by 5 foot in size with a video screen and coin slot on the left and a bench along the back wall. The floor was filthy and looked wet in the dim light and my mom said, "Don't touch anything." She pulled a small wad of napkins from her overloaded purse, wiped the bench, and then threw the wad on the floor and stepped on it, moving it back and forth with her sandals and then kicking the dirty wad in the corner under the bench. On the right wall there was a hole about 4" in diameter, obviously connecting into the next booth, and my mom put some tokens in the slot opposite as a video appeared with a woman's face, close up, sucking on a cock. "As long as you keep feeding tokens in, no one bothers you here." "What are we doing here?" I asked. My mom looked at me and said, "It's time you learned some of the things you need to know. You're 18 now, and you're going to be entering a social world so I want you to be prepared." She then walked across to the hole and stuck a few fingers through and wiggled them, and almost immediately a cock came through the hole. "I'll take this one, just watch carefully," my mom said, and she squatted down on her heels in front of the hole, and took the cock inside her mouth. As I watched in fascination she moved her lips in and out a few times and got it wet with saliva, and then placed her hand around it and took her lips off. She began to run her tongue over the head of the cock as she slowly stroked the shaft with her hand, and then she slipped her lips back over it. She began to move her head back and forth as the cock kept disappearing and reappearing between her lips, and she was making wet suction-like noises as she did this with a steady rhythm. And suddenly I heard a knock against the wall and she moved her mouth off the cock but left her tongue against the bottom of the cock head. When she reached up and stroked the shaft just once white creamy looking fluid shot out of the hole at the end of the cock into her mouth. Then it slowed and began flowing visibly onto her tongue. She waited till it slowed and then took the cock back into her mouth. She sucked on the head, and I could see her throat move as she swallowed down his juices. Then the cock was pulled back through the hole and disappeared as my mom licked her lips and stood up. I had to admit I had gotten turned on while watching her, but not in a genital way - it was different. My mom looked at me, smiled, and said, 'Do you want to take the next one?" Before I could answer I saw a cock come through the hole that was only semi hard, circumcised, and looked to be about 5" long. "Perfect for your first," my mom said, "go ahead and I'll coach you." Without thinking much or taking my eyes off it I squatted before the hole as she had done. Then I placed my face a few inches from the cock and took it inside my mouth. The texture was a surprise, it felt very silky against my lips and tongue, and tasted mildly like sweat and urine. "Cover your teeth with your lips," my mom said, "And suck it very gently." I did as she said and it started getting hard inside my mouth. "Now move your lips down the shaft, and then back out in a slow rhythm," she said, "keeping up the soft suction." On the third time in, the tip of the cock hit my throat and I instinctively gagged "Not so deep, you're not ready yet," she said. "Press your tongue against the bottom of his shaft as you're doing that, and on the out strokes lick hard at the spot underneath where the head meets the shaft." I did as she said, and was moving my mouth back and forth along his cock using my tongue as instructed. I was shocked how much I was enjoying it. The silkiness sliding back and forth across my lips and along the roof of my mouth, and the warmth against my tongue felt somehow right. Although I couldn't see the guy, I could feel little tremors through his cock as I worked on him, and heard faint moans through the hole. "Pick up the rhythm slightly," said Mom, "and increase the suction just a little." As I did that his cock got harder still, and all at once the inside of my mouth got warm and wet. Then it was filled with an unusual taste. I hadn't felt anything spurt, but after a few seconds I realized that the guy had cum in my mouth, and was still cumming, so I froze, not knowing what to do. My mom realized what had happened and said, "Just keep the cock head in your mouth, and keep sucking gently." I did that and could now feel his warm juices flowing onto my tongue. The taste got more intense and was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. It was kind of nice, musky, salty, and sweet at the same time, and as I gently sucked, it pooled in my mouth, and finally stopped, and the cock pulled out from between my lips with a pop and back through the hole. "Hon, you can either swallow it or spit it out," mom said, but without even thinking I swallowed it down and felt the thick liquid slide into my throat, and as I stood up the taste was very strong in my mouth. "Congratulations, baby," she smiled, "What do you think?" I was somewhat dazed by the whole thing, but I blurted out without thinking, "I liked it." She replied, "I knew you would." My mom fed some more tokens into the slot to keep things going, and when she turned around we both looked down to see a very large and wide cock sticking through the hole this time. It was a solid 8" long, and thick, though slightly tapered at the end. "I'd better take this one," she said. "Pay attention." She squatted before the huge cock. Looking down I could see that the cock was as long as my Mom's head was deep, and I watched in fascination as she opened her mouth wide and engulfed it. She moved her lips back and forth over the front half of it, getting it wet and slick. Then, in amazement, I watched as she slid her mouth down the shaft slowly till her lips were right against the pubic hair showing through the hole. Then she slid back out to the end and somehow she was taking the whole cock in her mouth with slow strokes. I bent down a little and watched from the side and saw that every time her lips hit the bottom of the shaft the skin around her throat would expand a little, and I watched the cock slide effortlessly into her throat on every stroke. She slowly quickened the rhythm and within a few minutes was quickly sliding her lips back and forth. Then I heard a knock on the wall and she pushed her lips all the way down the shaft and kept them there, and as I watched her throat seemed to pulsate and I heard a background groan through the wall from the booth next door. She was audibly breathing through her nose as he emptied his cum into her throat and then the cock pulled back with a very loud pop, and my mom took a few deep breaths before she stood up. "How did you do that?" I asked, my eyes wide. She replied, "Practice, sweetie. As long as the guy isn't holding your head and pounding your mouth, you can learn to relax your throat and breathe through your nose." "Without gagging?" I asked. Mom replied, "Well, that's where the practice part comes in." She had just finished saying that when the next cock came thru the hole, and this one was about 7" long but only medium thick with a very tapered head. "As if we ordered it," she laughed, "Here is the perfect practice cock for you." "OK," I said, "I'll try." So I squatted down to the cock and slipped my mouth around it. Again I was surprised by the silkiness of it and like I had on the previous one, I took it in my mouth. Then I gently sucked it hard and got it wet with my saliva. I began to use my tongue against the bottom and the underside of the cock head. I moved my lips back and forth along the shaft, and my mom said, "try taking it into your throat a little - when it hits the back of your mouth, breathe in deeply through your nose." So I did what she said and moved my lips in till I felt the cock head at my throat. Then took a deep breath and kept going and the cock slid into my throat. The gag reaction started anyway, so I quickly slid my lips back out and kept sucking on what I could take in, and then tried it again. The second time the cock entered my throat I didn't gag, though, and I started a very slow rhythm. I began to let it slide inside my throat on each in stroke, and was using my tongue on the out strokes, and after a short while my throat muscles relaxed and I was able to keep it up and quicken the rhythm. This time the guy did knock in a warning, but wanting to taste and feel the ejaculation inside my mouth I moved my lips out to just encircle the tip and I felt a pulsing against my lower lip just before he shot his load. This time I felt a splash against the back of my throat as his cum spurted out forcefully and the taste began to fill my senses. It was followed by a half dozen smaller spurts before the cum that was left began to flow softly onto my tongue. He quickly finished and as he pulled out from between my lips and back through the hole, I closed my lips and moved the sticky liquid around my mouth, experiencing the strong musky taste and the gooey texture. Then I let it slide towards the back of my mouth and swallowed it down. I stood up and licked my lips, and my mom looked at me and smiled. She said, "So what do you think about taking it down your throat?" I replied, "It's not nearly as tough as I'd expected." "It'll get easier with time," she said and I sat down on the bench to catch my breath. We fed the last batch of tokens into the video coin slot, and I was playing around with the channels, when I heard a noise and looked over at the hole. My eyes went wide when I saw a huge, almost black cock sticking into the room. It must've been 10 inches long and not even fully hard, and very thick. My mom looked over, saw it, and said, "I'd better take this one sweetie." I was mesmerized and without even thinking I walked over and took it in my right hand and dropped to a squat in front of it. I started to take it in my mouth but found I had to open my jaw really wide just to fit the width. With just the cock head and an inch or so my mouth was full. "Don't even try to get that one deep," my mom said. "Just get the whole thing wet." So I took my mouth off the end and began to use my lips and tongue along the shaft and got the entire cock dripping with saliva, then I slid back towards the tip and took it back in my mouth. "Just concentrate on the head," she said, "Use your hand on the shaft." So I began to suck gently on the large black cock head, moving my lips and tongue back and forth over the first few inches, and began to slide my right hand along the shaft in the same rhythm as my mouth. I slowly sucked, licked, and stroked the huge cock, and began to use my left hand at the same time to lightly stroke the hairless black balls hanging beneath it. The cock got slightly harder in my mouth, but didn't get rock hard, and he was thrusting lightly through the hole so I knew I was doing the right things, and his balls felt really large and tight as I cupped them gently in my left hand. I began to suck and lick harder and stroked faster as my mom watched and out of the blue it was like someone turned on a faucet and my mouth began to quickly fill with hot thick cum. There was no major spurt, just a strong flow of musky juices, and within seconds my throat opening was plugged and I coughed. That caused some of his semen to shoot out my nostrils and start dripping over my lips. The taste permeated everything, strong, and slightly bitter and spicy. I quickly gulped down a large mouthful as his cock was still draining, followed by a second and then a third mouthful before he was drained and pulled back through the hole. My mom looked at me, still squatting at the hole, feeling the warmth as the volume if his cum slid down towards my stomach, and she started laughing. "I bet you didn't expect that," she said, "Sometimes guys are naturally large shooters and sometimes guys won't masturbate for weeks in between ejaculating but I suspect that he was in both categories. I think you'd better clean yourself up." She handed me a small mirror and even in the light of the video monitor I could see I was somewhat of a mess. Small milky streams were still draining from my nose, my lips were slick with cum, some thick strands were hanging from my chin and somehow I'd even had some globs in my hair alongside my face. She handed me a tissue and I wiped my face quickly, and then we both left the booth and went into the bathroom down the hall together, passing the guys lounging outside the booths who just stared at the two of us. In the bathroom I wiped my face with a wet paper towel, fixed my foundation, washed the stickiness off my hands, and freshened my lipstick. Mom fixed her makeup also, though her repairs were minor, and we headed out of the bathroom. She took my arm and guided me towards the door. I said, "We're not leaving yet, are we?" She smiled and said, "I have a few other surprises for your birthday." I got into her car, turned to her and asked, "Where are we....?" She just said, "You'll see." Just like she had before, so I gave up and leaned back in the seat. A little while later, though, we pulled up in front of a large building with valet parking out front, and mom said, "Come on, take your purse but leave your sweater." We got out of the car as the parking attendant held the doors open. Once inside, we headed towards the ladies lounge and went in. In the brighter light, my mom looked me over and told me to freshen up a little so I combed out and fixed my hair. I also redid my lipstick and then she led me out into the reception area, where she told the man at the desk that we were waiting for our dates and would be in lobby lounge, where we sat together on a couch. Then my mom explained what was up. "A guy I've dated a few times, Tom, told me he has a single younger brother - and I told him I had a single younger sister," she smiled. "So we've got a double date for dinner, with dancing afterwards. I've seen a picture of the your date and he's a cutie. But keep in mind that, first, neither of them has a clue that you're not genetically female, and second, that this is a real date, your first, and not arranged sex. So don't be too easy!" "But mom, I don't know how to act!" I said feeling worried. "Don't worry," she said, "we're just going to have dinner, dance a little afterwards, and if anything happens naturally, it does." A few minutes later, mom said, "Here we go." Then she stood up, smiling, as two guys started walking towards us. The older guy was obviously her date, maybe in his late thirties, but the younger guy caught my eye. He was about 6 foot 1, just about eye to eye with me in my heels, slim with large shoulders, curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. When he was introduced to me as Michael he gave me a big smile and said, "Pleased to meet you." During dinner we just made small talk and he was rather quiet, but so was I. But after dinner we headed into the ballroom, and after we picked out a small table he asked me to dance, and we went out onto the dance floor. It felt really comfortable in his arms, and for the next few hours we didn't talk a lot but danced almost every dance. Before I knew it they announced the last dance, and we were all out in the lobby together. My Mom looked at me with questioning eyes, but when I smiled back she said, "I'm going to drive home with Tom. Can you take my car and give Michael a ride home?" "Of course," I said. "If that's OK with Michael." He just smiled, so Mom handed me her keys and we headed out to her car. I handed Michael the keys and said, "You drive." So he opened the passenger door for me before going around to the driver's side. As we were driving I saw him frequently looking at me from the side, but before I knew it he had pulled into a large parking lot and said, "Here I am - I'd ask you in but I have a roommate and he's home." I was a little disappointed, and I probably showed it, because he switched off the engine and slid over towards me on the bench seat. Then he leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. Here I was, 18 years old, and had never been kissed by a boy. Earlier in the day I'd sucked the cum from one anonymous cock, was fucked in the throat by another, and sucked off and almost choked on the cum from the largest black cock I'd ever seen but this was my first boy kiss. I leaned in towards him and kissed him back, and his lips opened a little and our tongues met. It was electric and I put my arms around his neck. Then we sat there in the car touching tongues, and then touching each other. He leaned back a little, looked in my eyes, and said, "Wow - you are really something." I smiled at him and leaned back in to kiss again. He started lightly rubbing my breasts, and I put my hand on his thigh, but soon he reached down to my thigh and began to slide his hand between my legs. I was well tucked and had put a maxi pad in my panties, but I still couldn't let him go very far, so I reached for his hand and said, "I can't.... it's that time of the month." He looked really disappointed, so I said, "But I can still do something for you." I reached across the seat and started opening his zipper. He sighed audibly, and unlatched his belt, and I reached in and pulled his already rock hard cock out. We kissed again, our tongues touching, as I slowly stroked his cock and he moaned. We kept kissing, and then I slid back a little on the seat and lowered my head into his lap and took his cock between my lips, and slowly slid my lips down his shaft as my tongue ran across his cock head. He moaned again, and I straightened up, still slowly stroking his cock, and I kissed him again. Then I was back into his lap, and began a slow steady rhythm with my mouth along his cock, gently sucking and licking, and he started moaning again, and it wasn't two minutes later when he said, "Oh, baby." His cum began spurting against the roof of my mouth with force, and his taste filled my mouth, mild and sweet tasting. I swallowed it down as it spurted in, but when he was totally drained I sat up, opened the window, and pretended to spit it out. He was lying back, drained, and said, "Baby, that was the best - how did you learn to do that?" I answered, "My mom taught me, and you were the first." He just said, "Well you were unbelievable. Can I take you out again sometime?" I said, "Call me." He gave me a quick kiss and got out of the car, and I slid over and drove home. The school year was over, I graduated with good grades, and found myself with a lot of time on my hands. I had been out with Michael twice for dinner and then we ended up playing in the car again after the first time, where we kissed and a blowjob was again an acceptable way to end the evening. But the second time we went out his roommate was out so we ended up back in his room. That was a little tricky, we started out sitting on his bed kissing and petting but after awhile his hand started drifting down to my panties. I'd learned to tuck myself real well and was able to get my testicles pushed up inside me while my cock was pulled all the way back with a small piece of tape. However I still couldn't take close scrutiny much less get naked. I told Michael, as a confession, that I was a virgin and wanted to stay that way for a while. He was surprised but said he understood - but he also said he'd like to do to me down there what I was doing to him. I told him maybe next time, and quickly took his cock in my mouth, and soon had him groaning before he filled my mouth with his cum. But I could see that it was going to be an issue in the future. The video store stayed on my mind, and I went online and discovered there were some others also in the area, so I woke up one weekday and got myself dressed. The weather had warmed up so I put on a denim micro-mini skirt and a cotton camisole without a bra and did my makeup a little heavier than usual, especially the eyes, and put on a bright pink lipstick. Then I drove over to the video store and got there just before lunchtime. Surprisingly, the lot was packed and I bought a roll of tokens and went into the back room. But this time I took a booth without a glory hole, put some money in, and left the door open. Within minutes a guy was at the door, and he was decent looking so I invited him in. He went to latch the door, but I said, "No, leave it open." He seemed nervous about that, but I guess finding a woman (or so he thought) in a place like that was a once in a lifetime thing so he agreed. I went over and kissed him, but he kissed back with his tongue right down my throat. Gross! So I stepped back a little and reached down to open his pants. I dropped his pants and boxers and squatted down in front of him, sideways to the open door, and began to suck him off. His cock was maybe 5" long, and as I sucked him and ran my lips over his shaft I noticed in my side vision that a crowd had gathered at the door just a few feet away. This was a real turn on to me, so I began making moaning noises, and within a few minutes he'd unloaded into my mouth with a grunt. I drained him dry and as his cum slid down my throat I looked over and saw that several of the guys had their cocks out and were stroking themselves as they watched. So as the first guy left, I motioned a second guy over and took him right in my mouth and quickly sucked and swallowed him dry. The crowd was getting larger, so I stayed in a squat and took one after another in my mouth and drained them all. The cocks were all sizes and shapes and every load of cum had a distinctive taste as my mouth kept getting filled, and there was a constant flow of cum sliding down my throat into my stomach. Finally, though, after a few hours of squatting with maybe 15 or 20 different guys having used my mouth to dump their semen (I'd lost count after 6) I looked up and the doorway was empty. I realized that I'd sucked off the entire lunchtime crowd, and stood up to stretch my legs, which had become really cramped. I went into the bathroom to pee, and wiped a few stray globs of cum off my face and fixed my makeup and combed my hair. And then I left and went out to my car. I had missed lunch but wasn't hungry at all, and I decided to try another video store I'd read about which was in the city itself. When I got there, though, I had to street park and noticed the neighborhood wasn't very good, and in this place the cash register was behind a Plexiglas shield and I bought tokens through a small slot. Walking into the back room, I stopped for a second as I noticed that everyone was black except me. There were a lot of large guys standing around the room but most of the booths were empty. Looking in a few, I saw they were similar to the other ones I'd seen, but there was no bench in the booths, just small low wooden stools. No one said a word as I walked around the room but I saw that all eyes were following me. I had just barely stepped into one of the cleaner booths (clean being a relative term) when a large black guy walked in and silently unzipped his pants - and I didn't have to tell him to leave the door open, he hadn't tried to latch it. His still soft cock came out, and was not the size of the black cock I'd seen previously but was still large, maybe 8 inches and medium wide with a defined head. "You want my cock, bitch?" he asked straight off, and I nodded yes but didn't say anything and sat down on the stool. He walked over, pushed his soft cock against my lips, and I opened them and took in some of his cock. I couldn't fit it all, but I sucked and licked at the end, and he soon got hard. But then he said "Take it in bitch," and grabbed the sides of my head and began to thrust in my mouth. I tried blocking my throat opening with my tongue, but he was getting aggressive, and before I could do anything he grabbed my head hard and said, "Drink my hot cum, bitch." He pushed his cock hard into my throat a few inches and began to unload his cum. I felt the warmth in my throat, but started to gag, and as his sperm was sliding down my throat, my stomach spasmed and juices started coming up from my belly. I pulled my head back a little but couldn't get his cock out of my mouth, and my stomach contents, mostly cum but mixed with stomach acids, began to pour out of my nostrils as I choked. He finally pulled out, and said, "Hope you liked that, bitch?" He left the booth, and I was sitting on the bench and catching my breath, with cum and sour juices still coming out my nose. Before anyone else could come in the booth I got up and left, and quickly walked to the end booth, went in, and locked the door. I took out a tissue and was cleaning myself off when I noticed there was a glory hole in this booth. After that last guy I was planning on just catching my breath and leaving, that had not been fun at all, but seeing the glory hole I changed my mind. Then I knew that no one could throat fuck me unwillingly in here. So I stuck a few fingers through the hole, and a large black cock appeared. I ended up staying on the stool in that booth as one black cock after another, all above average in size and some huge, used my mouth, lips, tongue, and hands to drain themselves. By the time I left a few hours later, my lips were sore and my mouth hot and sticky, and the taste of cum filled my senses. Once out in the car, I looked in the mirror to clean up somewhat, but my lips were so red and swollen lipstick wasn't even necessary. It was only 5:30, and I should have gone home, but something had totally come over me. I had become obsessed, and it wasn't just the cum itself, it was the whole feeling. My whole life I had been somewhat meek because of who and what I was, but now I had a feeling of power and control I'd never felt before. Guys were lining up for my oral attentions. I was taking someone's cock inside my mouth, and feeling it's smoothness and warmth as it grew hard because of me. I could hear the moans and groans I was causing, smelling the male scent as my nose nestled in their pubic hair, and tasting first the faint urine and sweat and finally having my mouth flooded with the hot sticky cum. I felt the pulsing against my lips and heard the grunts and moans as they unloaded themselves into me, with the strong individual taste of each guy's semen filling my senses as it either slid past or was ejaculated directly into my throat. It slowly dripped down and settled in a pool in my stomach. Guys wanted me, and I loved that feeling. So instead of going home I headed back to the first video store, and found that lot so full I had to park on the street and walk a block to get in. Once inside, I bought another roll of tokens, and headed through the curtains into the back room to find it was almost shoulder to shoulder with guys, probably the mostly straight after work crowd. All eyes seemed to settle on me as a guy came out of the first booth on the left and I walked in. This booth was larger than the ones I'd been in on the previous visit, it had the video on one wall as the others did, but the bench along the back was wider, maybe 7' instead of 5', and sparsely padded with a thick vinyl cover. I fed a handful of tokens in and pushed the door open, and a guy walked in. I noticed that he wasn't awful looking, but not much else about him, and I squatted and quickly had his cock between my swollen lips and using my oral talents soon had him spewing his cum into my mouth. But, for some reason, even while I'd been sucking him I kept thinking back on being throat fucked by the black guy earlier - and while it had not been very pleasant to be forced like that, the feeling was stuck in my mind. Then I remembered one of the movies I'd seen and when the next guy came in, instead of squatting I laid down on the bench on my back and let my head fall backwards over the side and opened my mouth. He immediately knew what I wanted and came over and pushed his cock in my mouth. Because of the angle of my head my mouth was lined up with my throat, and as he began to thrust against my mouth he was able to go deeper. His cock began to slide in and out of my throat without any gag reaction at all. The earlier episode in the other video store must have loosened up or stretched my throat, and I discovered if I breathed through my nose at the right times I was OK. And when a few minutes later he pushed into my throat and held it there as he blasted his load of cum into me I didn't gag at all. I just felt the warmth as it slowly began the slide towards my stomach. As he pulled out and stepped back I saw that the room was full behind him and the doorway blocked by guys, and the next guy stepped forward to take his place and fuck my mouth and throat. I don't know how long I laid there as cock after cock slid between my lips and dumped their loads of cum in my throat, but after awhile some of the guys who were playing with themselves couldn't wait and began to blast my face, and soon my eye sockets were filled with hot thick globs of semen. I was totally lost in the feeling as a steady stream of cum filled my throat and mouth and landed on my face, and hot cock flesh slid back and forth against my lips, tongue, and tonsils as soft testicles softly slapped against my nose. Eventually it stopped and when I reached up and ran my fingers across my eyes I saw through the film of cum that the doorway was empty. I sat up slowly and caught my breath, and as my long hair fell back down over my shoulders I saw that it was also covered with white sticky globs. I reached into my purse to get some tissues and realized I'd run out, so I grabbed my purse and headed to the bathroom - which had an out of order sign on the door. I turned and walked past the register, ignoring the clerk, and left the place and started walking towards the car. It was dark outside, which I was glad about since I could only imagine what a sight I was at that point. When I reached the car I quickly got in and looked at myself in the vanity mirror under the small car light, and I was a mess. My entire face and hair was coated with white, shiny globs of cum. I had a few tissues in the glove box and wiped my eyes clean, and the strings of goo hanging from my chin, but gave up at the rest and just hoped Mom and the neighbors weren't home when I got there. I drove home, and the neighbors weren't outside but as I walked through the front door my Mom was waiting for me. When she saw me she said, "Oh, sweetie, what have you been up to?" I looked at myself in the full length hall mirror and saw what she saw - my face was covered with cum, drying and still glistening globs I'd missed. My eye makeup had run down my cheeks, my hair was a mess, uncombed with strands glued together by semen, and my dress was stained all over, either still wet in spots or dried to a crusty beige color. I told her where I'd been, and she said, "Honey, I took you to that place just so you'd learn some techniques. You're too good for the guys in those places." "But Mom," I said, "I like sucking off guys. It makes me feel good. I just got carried away a little." "A little?" she said, "How many guys did you suck off today, anyway?" "I lost count," I replied. "Well, was it dozens? 25? 50?" she asked. "Well, maybe a few more than that," I said, "I honestly don't know." "Sweetie, your belly must be full from that many! You can't keep doing that, honey, sooner or later something bad will happen. You need to find yourself a steady guy or two, like Michael." "Mom, that's easy for you to say! But I can't do that! I've only been out with Michael three times and already he's wondering why he can't even touch me down there, much less have regular sex with me." "Honey, I guess we have a few choices to make then. You can't keep going to the video stores like that. Maybe you should start thinking about getting surgery to complete your girl self physically." "Mom, I don't want to get surgery!" I said, "This is the way I am. And I'm also scared of that." "OK, honey, I understand," she said, "And there isn't any rush for that. But the video stores are out from now on. There are certain guys out there called admirers who specifically like girls like you, and we can pursue that route. And there are also ways you can fulfill your needs and make a lot of money at the same time." "Mom, I could never be a prostitute!" I said. "Not a prostitute, honey, they don't make any real money. I was thinking more along the lines of something in the porn industry, and we can talk about that another time. But for now, go clean yourself up and I'll make you something to eat." "Thanks, mom," I said as I headed towards the bathroom and the shower, "But I couldn't eat a thing. I'm stuffed." *** Authors note 2: This story is a work of fiction. None of the names or people depicted are real, though some of the finer details have been recollected from experience. If you liked this story, please write me: [email protected]