Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2008 20:41:33 +0000 From: A. B. Subject: Helping Mommy - part 3 (TG/Teen) The usual Disclaimer - this is only a fantasy - don't read it if you don't like it, etc.... ___________________________________________________________________ As I slept, I dreamed. I had a wonderful peaceful dream. I was laying in bed nude, nursing Gabrielle. Larry lay on the bed next to me. He was also nude. He reached down between my legs and began to softly, gently stroke my pussy. I moaned in my dream and closed my eyes. When I opened them, Larry was now licking my pussy and Chris was suckling from my other breast. Chris was the only one dressed. He was wearing the skirt, top and (somehow I knew) the panties and training bra. As he and Gabby suckled Larry moved up and began to fuck me. I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the feel of my husband's cock plunging in and out of me. When I looked again, it was now Chris fucking me. He was naked but for some reason he had tiny little breasts. Larry was up by my head, his hard dick pointing at my mouth. I opened my lips and he slid his cock into my mouth and began to fuck my face. Gabby continued suckling at my tit and Larry suddenly withdrew and came on my neck and chest. His cum dripped down to my nipples and Gabby took her mouth from my nipple long enough to let his cum cover it. She proceeded to suckle again, now drinking Larry's cum mixed with my milk. Chris suddenly pulled out of me and I felt empty and frustrated. I wanted him to continued fucking me as I needed to cum. Chris, however, was cumming himself and he shot an enormous load of hot sticky cum all over my belly, breasts and face. His cock was improbably big for an 8 year old but...hey...it was a dream. Gabby and stopped suckling me and began to lick Chris' cum from my breasts and belly. I thought of stopping her but, in my dream, I decided Chris' cum would be good for her. That it had as much vitamins and nutrients as my mother's milk did. When I looked back at Chris however, I saw that where his dick had been was now a vagina. It was bald and puffy like that of an 8 year old girl. "Now we're all the same mommy," Chris said. I looked over at Larry and he too had a pussy and breasts. Larry and Chris sat next to each other between my spread legs and they began rubbing each others clits and fingering each other pussies. Gabrielle, meanwhile had finished licking the cum from me and crawled down and began to lick my pussy. Larry stopped masturbating and slid up along side of me and took my breast in his mouth and began suckling. I looked down at him and he looked up into my eyes and winked and smiled at me. Gabby's tongue was darting in and out of my cunt and I suddenly began to cum. As I did I awoke. I was cumming for real and I arched my hips up. The waves of passion passed through my body and I gasped and moaned. I realized, with a start that Chris was awake as well and he was suckling from my breast as he lay on top of me still dressed in his skirt and blouse. When my orgasm subsided Chris looked up at me and smiled. The same smile that Larry had given me in my dream. I couldn't help but smile back. "Did that feel good Mommy?" Chris asked. I nodded and realized he had his hand between my legs. I sat up and looked at the time. We'd been asleep for nearly 2 hours and half the day was almost gone. "I think we need to get cleaned up," I said, and Chris merely nodded. I sent him to his room with the box of clothes and told him to go shower. I checked the laundry and put the damp clothes into the dryer while putting another load into the washer and then went and took another shower. I didn't take long this time. I'd had more orgasms in the last 12 hours than I'd had in the previous two weeks and finally thought I might be spent. I dressed in a light sundress, yellow with a flower print, and didn't bother with a bra or panties. When I came out of my room I saw Chris waiting for me in the living room. His dirty blond hair was damp and tousled and I thought to myself, "he needs a haircut." He was wearing the training bra and a pair of baby blue nylon bikini panties with a little yellow duck on the front and it suddenly struck me that, with his hair that way and wearing the training bra and panties, he could almost be mistaken for a girl. I remembered how many times people had said, jokingly I had thought, that he was too pretty to be a boy. In his hands he held two dresses. One was a powder blue sundress with a plaid print on the bodice, short puffy sleeves, and a lavender sash around with waist. The other was more of a party dress with taffeta in a mint green check with a pink tie back sash and a flower accent. He held both up and asked, "Which do you think I should wear?" I was again taken aback b his willingness...his eagerness...to "play dress up" and wear such girly things. "Umm...well...they're both very pretty Chrissy..." "I know," he said brightly, "I can't decide which I like more..." "Well..." I said slowly, trying to think of what to do, "this one is really more of a party dress..." "Oh cool....we can have a tea party!" he said, and before I could say anything else he ran off to his room. He was only gone a short time before he called me into his room. He needed help zipping up the back of the dress and tieing the sash. I felt very conflicted. Part of me didn't feel right about him wearing panties and bras, and skirts and dresses. It was one thing for him to put on a pair of bland undies and a girl's tshirt while his clothes were being washed, it was quite another for him to wear frilly panties and dresses and prance around pretending to be a girl. Then it hit me. That's what he was doing. He was pretending to be a girl. Not simply playing dress up and trying on "different" clothes. He was pretending to be....Gabby? "Chrissy..." I asked slowly. I had to choose my next words very carefully as I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Chris turned around and looked at me. His face innocent and...beautiful. His hair was curly and I noticed his bangs falling in front of his eyes. "Chrissy...are you....just playing 'dress up' with these clothes or...are you...pretending to be a girl?" He looked at me quizzically. "What's the difference?" he asked. "Well...I originally gave you these clothes just so you'd have something to wear while your clothes were being washed. And then you said you wanted to play 'dress up.' Which is fine. But now it seems like...well...like its more than just trying on clothes to see what the feel like or how they look. Now it seems like you're..." I wanted to say, 'acting like a sissy' but I couldn't hurt him like that. "Now it seems like you're pretending to be a girl." "But isn't that the same thing Mom?" he replied. "If I'm wearing girl's clothes I have to pretend to be a girl don't I? I mean, it'd be pretty silly if I wore girl's clothes and kept acting like a boy wouldn't it?" He reached up and brushed a lock of hair from his face. It was a gesture I'd seen countless other girls do. A gesture so feminine and delicate that it shocked me to see my son do it. Yet it seemed so natural from him at that moment that I felt a siesmic shit wash over. It was like those optical illusions you see where one second you're looking at a vase and the next second it looks like to faces, or the one where first it looks like and old woman and then you're looking at..... ....a pretty young girl. Suddenly, I was looking at a pretty little girl in front of me. Chris had vanished by some trick of my mind and I was looking at Chrissy. My daughter. "You're right baby," I said. My voice choking up. "You're absolutely right. I'm just being silly. When you're wearing these clothes you can be my daughter Chrissy, how about that?" He smiled at me and then his smile faltered a bit. "You wouldn't rather call me Gabby?" he asked hesitently. The dam broke and the tears rolled down my cheeks. "No baby," I said softly. "You don't have to take Gabby's place. Gabby's gone and I'm very sad about that. And yes I wanted a daughter to play dress-up with and have tea parties with and go shopping with. But you're Chris...not Gabby. Don't think for a moment that you have to be someone you're not. I love you, whether as Chris or Chrissy or whatever you want to call yourself. I love YOU. So don't feel like you have to pretend to be a girl just for me baby. Ok?" "Ok mommy," he said, "but I can still be Chrissy if I want to be right?" I laughed then and wiped my tears away. "Yes my darling...little girl. You can be Chrissy whenever you want to be." "Good," he said happily, "'cause I still want to have a tea part with you now." I laughed some more and Chrissy giggled. "Ohhh...," he said, "can I try on some make-up?" "Hmmm...you're a little too young for make-up I think." "Pllleeeeeaaaaasssseee? Please please please..." "Ok...ok...c'mere." We went to my bedroom and I sat him down in front of my vanity. I took out some blush, eyeshadow, and lipstick. Then I took a brush and curling iron and began to brush and style his hair. Wen I was done, his curly locks was reminiscent of Shirly Temple. I went to work on his make-up. Nothing heavy. Just a bit of blush to put some color in his cheeks and a touch of lavender eyeshadow to match the sash on his dress. Then a bit of coral pink lipstick with a bit of gloss to shine it up and.....oh my God...he was beautiful. When he looked in the mirror he got the biggest smile on his face. He licked his lips and said, "Mmmmm...cherry. You girls are so lucky. You can wear this stuff all the time." I giggled. "Well stop licking your lips or you'll lick it all off." "Good! Then I can put some more on," he said with a laugh. We got up and went to the kitchen. Chrissy was surprised when I put a kettle on to boil water and began to take out the good china. "If we're going to have a tea party," I said with mock sternness, "we're going to do it right. None of that fake stuff for us." I got out some bread and made little finger sandwiches. When the tea was done I put it all on a silver tray and brought the whole lot into the living room and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I showed Chrissy how to sit like a lady with his legs crossed and the proper way a lady holds her tea cup and sips her tea. He got a kick out of seeing the lipstick print he left on the cup as he sipped. We sat and sipped and nibbled our sandwiches and talked about nothing in particular for over an hour and by the time I got up to clear the tray and cups I realized I hand't once thought of Chrissy as anything other than my daughter. He picked up and copied my mannerisms like a sponge. He was effeminate but not overly so. He never once acted like a flaming sissy. He was...in short...a perfect little lady. Chrissy helped me rinse the dishes and put them in the washer and then we went out to the laundry room and took the dry clothes from the dryer. The wet clothes went in and another load (the last) went into the washing machine. We took the dry clothes back to the family room and he helped me fold. Once we were done I gave him his boy clothes and asked him to put them away. I thought he'd come back in a pair of his shorts and a tshirt but when he returned he was still wearing the party dress. "Don't you want to change sweety?" I asked. I could see the troubled look on his face. "Mom," he said slowly, "I looked at my clothes as I was putting them away and...well...they just ...felt so rough and looked so boring and ugly that...well...I just want to be Chrissy for the rest of the day. Can I?" He looked at me with puppy dog eyes and my heart melted. "Of course you can babydoll," I said. I took his hand in mine and we went into the family room and sat on the couch. As I sat I felt a wetness on my breasts. All that moving around, folding clothes and doing laundry had made my dress rub against my nipples and, without my nursing bra on, my tits had begun to leak. I stood up and looked at Chrissy and said, "I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" he asked. "I have to pump sweety," I replied, gesturing to my damp bodice. "I thought that was my job now?" Chris asked. "Oh...ummm..." No no no...I told myself. You can't do this again. You have to stop. It isn't right. But that dirty slut inside me rose quickly to the surface. My cunt began to tingle and I felt my breasts leak even more in anticipation. As if I was back in my dream I leaned down and grasped the hem of my sundress and slowly pulled it up and off. I stood before my "daughter" completely nude. I could feel the dampness on my thighs as I lay back on the couch. "Yes of course Chrissy darling," I said with honey in my voice, "Would you help mommy?" Chrissy got a big grin on her face and she crawled her way on top of me. I could feel something poking me in my belly and smiled as I realized it was Chrissy's big girly clitty. chrissy laid her head on one breast as she took my other in her hands and brought my nipple to her mouth and began to suckle. As I felt the milk flow from my engorged tit a moan escaped my lips. I wrapped my arms around my baby girl and stroked her hair as she suckled me. One hand slid down her back and squeezed her cute little bubble butt through her dress. Another moan escaped my throat as my darling daughter drank from me. I felt her swallowing as the milk flowed through my nipples, her lips gently sucking as he hands squeezed my tit. My own hands seemed to have a life of their own. I couldn't stop them from pulling Chrissy's dress up over her cute bottom and slip their way into her panties. I caressed her bare ass and let a finger slip between her cheeks and touched the puckered rosebud. Chrissy gave a soft chirp as she felt my finger tickle her little hole. Without breaking her suck she looked up into my eyes questioningly and I smiled back at her. She let go of my tit with one hand and I felt it slide between us and cup my sopping wet labia. I took one of my hands from her panties and moved it around front and caressed her swollen boy clit thru the panties. Chrissy began massaging my cunt with the palm of her hand. Her middle finger slipping into my slit as she pressed on my clit with her palm. Chrissy switched breasts then and began suckling from the other tit as I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to stroke her shaft. We rocked together as one, Chrissy rubbing my cunt as I stroked her cockett. Chrissy continued to suck and I suddenly felt an orgasm building inside me. I moaned loudly and lewdly and hugged our bodies together tightly so that her hand pressed more firmly against my aching cunt. "Yesssssssss," I hissed through clenched teeth, "Ohhhhh God yesssssss Chrissy you nasty little girl. Oh God yesssss you're making mommy cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm." Chrissy giggled at that and some milk escaped her mouth and dribbled down her chin onto my belly. I suddenly pulled her up and kissed her mouth. She still had a mouthful of my milk and I shoved my tongue inside and drank from her mouth. I dripped down our faces and we licked it off each other. I planted kisses all over her fae and then kissed her hard on the lips again. Our tongues intertwinded in my little girl's mouth. I reached up and pulled down the zipper of her dress and untied the sash. I slipped her dress from her shoulders and she sat up as I pulled it down her body. She lifted herself up and I took her dress off and tossed it to the floor and then I sat up with her in my lap and pulled down on the cups ofher training bra and began to suckle her nipple as she had suckled mine. Chrissy moaned and I reached down and rubbed her sissy clitty through her panties. It was hard and poked out the little yellow duck obscenely. I pulled one of the leg holes to the side, freeing her bald little cockett and nut sack. I stroked it and rubbed my thumb across the piss slit. I broke the kiss and we looked into each others eyes with naked lust. "I want to fuck you babydoll," I said. "I have to feel your little cock in me. I need you inside me Chrissy baby." Chrissy just nodded. I moved him back a bit and took his little cock in my hand and guided it to my fuck hole. For an instant the whisper of a voice cried out in my head, "You can't fuck your son" but it was quickly silenced as I felt his little prick slip inside me. He wasn't much bigger than my own index finger, but I could feel him inside me and the idea of this pretty little panty boy's - my pretty little panty boy's - cock fucking me...fucking his mommy was simnply too great a turn on for me to worry about his size. He was in me. I could feel him fucking me, and that was all that mattered. "Oh yeah you little fucking slut," I shouted, "Fuck me. Fuck me good babydoll. Pump that pretty little cock into me. That's right you little whore. Move those hips. Pump it. Fuck me fuck me...fuck your mommy with your big nasty cock baby." Chrissy got the hang of it quickly. He thrust his hips up and down. His cock sliding in and out. A few times coming all the way out but I guided him quickly back inside my velvet lined fuck hole. I squeezed my kegel muscles to grip him tight within my cunt. We stared into each other's eyes as he held himself up on his arms and thrust his hips against mine. "Oh fuck mommy," he said, surprising me with the obscenity, "Oh fuck it feels so good mommy. Fuck me mommy, fuck me." I reached up and pinched his nipples through his training bra and that was all it took. He let out a groan and pumped one last time into me. Our hips ground together and I felt another orgasm rip through my cunt. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuucccckkkk," I screamed. Chrissy collapsed on top of me and we hugged each other tightly. Our breath slowing as we both came down from our high. As we lay there, Chrissy on top of me, we gave each other tiny little butterfly kisses all over each others faces. Slowly, softly, we pressed our lips to the other's cheek. Chris' pricklett slipped out of me at some point and he took my tit in his hands and finshed suckling from it till it was empty. Then we just lay there for I don't know how long. Finally, we sat up and Chriss giggled. "What's so funny?" I asked. "I think we need to shower again," he said. I laughed too as I took his hand in mine and led him to my bathroom.