Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 11:14:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: Wearing Mum's Knickers My mum is sitting on the end of her bed, wearing a white silk camisole, through which I can see her nipples, but otherwise naked. She's painting her toenails, with one heel up on the bed, cotton balls between her toes, and I have a perfect view of her pussy. Now I don't know whether she flaunts it like this deliberately or whether she just doesn't care, but I know that if I stare at it, she won't mind. Her name is Laura. Now most fourteen year old boys wouldn't think of looking at their mother's private parts, but my mum is different. When she was fourteen herself, her brother knocked her up and I was the result. You can do the maths. She's only twenty eight, and drop-dead gorgeous. When I was born I was sent away to live with an aged great-aunt until recently, when the old bat suddenly dropped dead and I came back to live with my mum in this small one bedroom flat in London. I have to sleep in the living room on the couch, but it's no big deal, much better than toughing it out with the aunt who had more rules than the tax code. Mum is not like a real mum, more like a sister, or perhaps a friend. She lets me do whatever I like and has a vocabulary like a sailor. She finishes her toenails and stretches her legs out, looking at them. Then she spreads her thighs and runs a hand down her abdomen. "I need a shave," she says. "No one likes a stubbly cunt. Can you fetch the electric razor from the bathroom, Tony, please?" I bring the razor and watch as she runs it all over her mound, then puts it down and checks again for stubble. "Feel that," she says, invitingly, "smooth as a baby's bum." I sit beside her and feel where she's shaved and it is indeed nice and smooth. "Now," she says, "what to wear?" "Something short," I say to be on the safe side. She doesn't have any long skirts other than her business suits. From the closet she takes a white flared skirt that looks like she should be playing tennis in it and puts it on the bed. "Now for my knickers." She pulls open her dresser drawer and looks in. "Tony," she says, "If you're gonna take my knickers out of my drawer, you might at least put them in the laundry hamper when you've finished with them." My face goes bright red as she holds up the pale blue see through briefs with lace round the legs that I'd tried on earlier. She looks at me and chuckles. "Or at least put them back in the same order that you took them out." I feel so ashamed I cover my face with my hands. "Don't be embarrassed, darling, all guys like to try on their girl's knickers from time to time. There's nothing wrong with that. You should let your feminine side come out. But I don't wanna put on clean knickers and discover there's cum stains on them. Otherwise, just help yourself, any time you want. I don't mind." She holds the knickers by the elastic of the waist and looks closely at them. "No cums stains on these, so I'll wear 'em." She stands and pulls them on, and turns to look at me sitting there in my white briefs. It's a hot July evening and neither of us wants to wear any more clothes than we have to which, ideally, would be no clothes at all. She stands up and hugs me. "I'm sure you look a lot sexier in my knickers than in your own underpants," she says, then kisses me on the cheek and dons the short skirt. She stands in front of the mirror and lifts the front of her skirt. "One gust of wind, mum, and the whole world will see your cunt," I say, trying to get past my humiliation. "Let's hope for a gale, then." "You'll drive all the guys crazy." She grins. "And the girls, too." My mum makes no secret of the fact that she's into girls as well as guys. She's told me that any kind of sex is perfectly acceptable as long as it's consentual. "Now, I gotta find the address of the bar where I'm meeting my date," she says, going into the living room and heading for the computer. I panic as I suddenly remember that I didn't log off the last time I used it and the computer is merely in sleep mode. Mum hits the space bar and the screen lights up with a close up shot of a guy's head, lying back with his mouth open, and his face splattered with cum from the rigid dick poised just above. There's even a long string of cum hanging from the end of the cock, down to his tongue. It's the quintessential facial cum shot. "Fuck me, look at that!" she says, and once again my face goes pink. "What a lovely sight. He sure looks like he's enjoying it, and why wouldn't he? I love to suck cock, the bigger the better." She looks up at me. "If you haven't tried it, you should. It's incredibly exciting to get a guy turned on and cum on you." There's an unspoken question hanging on the air: have I ever sucked a cock? I have to confess that I have and it happened like this: I was coming home from school with my friend Barry who'd promised to share a joint with me, and we went behind the church where all the graves are and found a secluded corner among the ancient stones. We lit up and smoked and as I looked at him, I could just see the white waistband of his briefs through his white shirt. "We must be the only two guys in our form who wear white briefs," I remarked. "Yeah, I've noticed you in the changing room," he said. "I've noticed you too. Those plaid boxers everyone else wears are fuckin' ugly," I said, then, taking a risk I added, "white briefs look sexier." "Absolutely. Wanna see?' Without waiting for me to answer, he unfastened the top of his pants and spread the fly wide. I saw an expanse of blinding white cotton. Not to be outdone, I opened my own pants and they 'accidently' fell to my knees. He took this as an invitation to reach out and cup my basket, and I could feel my cock getting hard. I did the same to him and his pants fell too. We glanced around to see if anyone was in the vicinity, but we were entirely alone. He reached down the front of my underpants and gripped my cock, sending thrills through me, and so I did the same to him. The feel of his hard cock in my hand was more exciting than anything I'd ever done before, and I gently stroked his foreskin back and forth. Then he dropped to his knees, pulling my briefs down to my thighs and started to suck my dick. I was in heaven and very close to cumming. "Let me do it to you, Barry," I croaked, pulling him upright and kneeling in front of him. I discovered that the humiliating, depraved, shamefull act of sucking a stiff dick was actually gloriously thrilling. Someone might have seen us, but I didn't care. I wanted to suck his cock all day long, listening to him grunt and groan as he thrust his cock into my mouth, but all too soon, it was over and he pulled out and shot on to my face. I pulled his hips towards me and took his cock back into my mouth to find out what his cum tasted like and I discovered that it's not the least bit unpleasant. "I didn't want to cum in your mouth," he said, apologetically when he got his breath back. "I did. I wanted to taste you. It's cool," I said giving him a reassuring smile and climbing to my feet. "I'm gonna finish myself off if you don't mind." I turned away and wanked my dick and ten seconds later I'd shot my own load. That was just the first time. Since then I've slept over at his house and we've sucked each other to exhaustion. And he's not the only guy, either. There have been others. Now my lack of denial is suggesting to my mum that I HAVE sucked a dick and I'm thinking of how to answer that without a phoney "no" when she says, "Well, I hope you tell me the first time you do suck a cock or get yours sucked. I'll be happy for you when you do." She's still looking at the computer screen and she clicks the 'back' button and we see the previous page. It shows a young naked teenager being savagely fucked up the arse by an older man. Although their faces are contorted with lust, you can tell the boy likes it. "Oh, yes!" says mum. "Right up his arse. I love a cock up my arse. You should try it, Tony." "Up the arse?" I didn't know women liked anal sex. "Yes, up the arse. The best time was when I had sex with two guys, one up my arse and the other in my cunt. They filled me right up and both came inside me. That was the best sex I ever had, at least with guys, that is. Girls are different." "Isn't it a painful?" "The first few times, yes. The secret is to prepare. Try one or two fingers up there first of all, then maybe a carrot. They have a nice taper. Then borrow my vibrator." It always sits in full view, upright on her dresser. "And use plenty of lube. There's a tube of it in the medicine cabinet. When you can shove the vibrator all the way in with no pain, you'll be ready for a dick. I don't care what anyone says, you don't wanna go through life having never been fucked." She closes the picture and does a yahoo search to find didrections to the bar she's going to, then prints it out. "Gotta run," she says, grabs her handbag and goes out of the door. I flop on the couch and think about what just happened. I've been thoroughly outed. My mum has found out I like to try on her knickers, and probably wank in them, and I haven't denied having oral sex with a boy. I expect to feel a sense of shame, but in a way, it's kind of thrilling that she knows my naughty secrets and doesn't seem to mind. This is exactly the opposite of the attitude that my bitch of a great aunt would have had, had she ever found out, as she talked about sex rather less often then Queen Victoria. She didn't even know that I liked to wank. Living with my mum is a much happier situation. I fire up the computer again and look at some ladyboy websites. Some of them, particularly the asian chicks with dicks, are stunningly pretty. I wonder what it would be like to stand in front of a camera with a stiff dick, wearing lingerie, knowing that you'd soon be on the internet for the whole world to see. My cock is like an iron bar. ___________________________________________________________ I'm lying on the couch in my briefs with a sheet covering me when mum comes home, just before midnight. "Are you awake?" she says, her voice slightly slurred. "Yes mum. How was your date?" She comes and sits on the edge of the couch, her hip against mine. "Fuckin' glorious. She couldn't keep her face out of my crotch." "So your date was a girl then?" "A total fuckin' lez. We'd not sooner got inside her flat, when she ripped my clothes off and went down on me, sucking my clit like there was no tomorrow." Mum's clit is unusually big, almost half an inch long, and the mental picture of her having her pussy eaten is making my cock stiff. "And I did the same to her. I've never licked a girl who got so wet. I lost count of the times we came. I'm exhausted." I pull the sheet off and get to my feet. "Can I fix you anything?" "No," she says, "But I do have to pee." She goes into the bathroom and I stand in the little hallway and look in on her. She never bothers to shut the door and isn't the least bit shy about peeing in front of me. She drops her skirt, steps out of it, pulls the blue see-through knickers down and sits on the toilet. I can hear the sweet sound of pee tinkling in the bowl. She puts a finger between her legs and lets her pee splash on it and then puts it in her mouth. "Mmmmm," she says, "not bad. No wonder she liked it so much." "She drank your pee?" I know from the internet that some girls are into watersports but I didn't know my mum was one of them. "All of it, right from my cunt, and then I drank hers. That's another thing you might wanna try someday, Tony." "You're a fuckin' slut, Mum." She smiles at me. "Sometimes you say the sweetest things." She looks at the bulge in the front of my briefs. "What you been up to?" she asks, then looks past me to where the laundry hamper stands by the wall. She reaches out and pulls it close to her, then tilts it so she can see inside. She pulls out a pair of white nylon knickers and holds them up. "Look at this," she says, "A huge cum stain!" Her face breaks into a grin. "Thanks for not putting them back in my drawer," she says. She holds them close to her face and inhales. "I love the smell of cum," she says, then pressed them to her face. "They're still wet. You must have shot a huge load. Did you just wrap your dick in them or actually wear them?" It's confession time. "I wore them. I was rubbing my hand up and down the front and the nylon sliding over my cock sent me over the top." She laughs. "I've just remembered. I stopped off to do some shopping and I bought you a present. Look in my handbag." I go into the living room and take a small wrapped package from her handbag and bring it to her. Still sitting on the toilet, her knickers round her ankles, she opens it and pulls out something in pink satin. I take it from her, open it out and discover it's a pair of knickers, like very short boxers with loose legs that have white lace around them. My cock immediately becomes rigid. "These are for me? Nice!" I say, emphatically, "very nice!" "Try them on, Tony." I slide my briefs off and see her eyes light up as she looks at my cock. "Beautiful dick," she says, "Fuckin' magnificent!" She holds the knickers open for me to step into and pulls them up my thighs, letting the elastic snap round my waist. I step in front of the mirror. "Wow! I look so fuckin' hot." "You do. I bet your boy friends would like to see you in those." "They would," I say, finally admitting what she's guessed all along. "They'd be all over me." "Fondling you, stroking your cock, pulling those knickers down and sucking your lovely dick. I can just picture it." I grin sheepishly. "You know what? We should dress you up as a girl. With your long hair tied back and those lovely big eyes of yours and your kissable lips, you'd be adorable. You wouldn't even need makeup. Let's do it tomorrow." She seems excited by the idea, but nothing like the way I feel, my pulse pounding with the thought of what it might be like to parade around in a dress with people thinking I was a girl. People have often remarked that I have the face of an angel. "Yes, let's do that," I cry, excitedly. "I wanna try on all your sexy, frilly stuff and pretend I'm a girl." "My lesbian friend would love you. She said she was into very young girls. So am I, come to think of it, little girls who hide stiff dicks in their knickers." She reaches her arms round my hips and pulls me close so that her face is pressed against the front of my knickers, her hands up inside the legs fondling my bum cheeks. I stroke her hair and push my hips forward. Then she pulls the elastic out at the front and peers inside. "You're as hard as a rock. I'm sorry but I just can't resist it." She slides the knickers down to the tops of my thighs, grips my cock at the base of my shaft and puts it in her mouth. Now most guys would shudder at the thought of being sexually molested by their mums, but I should remind you that my mum is only in her twenties, petite, gorgeous and totally fucking sexy, and I haven't grown up with her, so there hasn't been time for the incest taboo to develop. Anyway, I'm far too aroused by wearing my new knickers to resist her and she sucks my cock like the expert she is, much more skillfully than my friend Barry, though he's pretty fucking good at it. She does amazing things with her tongue and occasionally comes up for air, murmuring things like, "Beautiful cock" and, "God, I love this dick" and, best of all, "Fuck my face!" I don't last very long, maybe half a minute, and then I shoot my second load of the evening into her willing mouth and she licks me clean and swallows with a satisfied smile. "There," she says. "I went and did it. I sucked off my son. Oh, what a bad girl I am. You'll have to spank me, Tony." "Tomorrow, mum. I'm drained." "Go to bed and tomorrow I'm gonna turn you into a girl." "You're a great cocksucker, mum. Thank you very much. That was the best blow job I've ever had." "So you HAVE been sucked off. I hope you returned the favour." "I did," I confess, "and yes, it's thrilling, really exciting." "I'm proud of you. Goodnight, sweetheart." She watches me pull my knickers up and I turn away and head for the couch. ____________________________________________________________ I've never wondered much about my father, and my great aunt had been silent on the matter, but one day, when I asked Mum who was the bastard who knocked her up at such a young age, she said, "He wasn't a bastard, he was my brother, Liam." It's difficult to shock me, but this rocked me back. "My uncle is my father?" "I loved him a lot, so don't be hating him. He's two years older than I and he had a thing for little girls. I was available and I confess I wasn't entirely innocent. I was a little fucking cock teaser then." "So what's new?" I ask, faceciously. She laughs. "It was inevitable. We started fucking when I was thirteen and it was a full year before our luck ran out and I got pregnant. He wasn't the first, though." "So who popped your cherry?" "My dad. I was eleven when he first let me wank his dick and then taught me how to suck it." Jesus, I think. what a fucking family! "Pretty soon I was sleeping in his bed every night, which wasn't a problem as he'd had a vasectomy, but Liam's strategy was to pull his cock out of me just before he came, which is not a good contraceptive plan. I guess one day he just wasn't quick enough." "Where is he now?" "In prison. He'd got a job as a janitor in a girl's school and the little darlings would get crushes on him and he'd take advantage of it. He told me he'd bonk several girls per year, thirteen or fourteen year old little Lolitas, but all the sex had been intirely consentual, until he managed to piss one girl off over some trivial matter and she got mad at him and blew the whistle. I've not stayed in touch with him." I wonder if I had a little sister, would I fuck her? I don't know, but if I had a little brother, I'd be inside his underpants every chance I got. ___________________________________________________________ It's the following morning, a Saturday, and after breakfast I'm still wearing my new knickers, except there's now a cum stain on the front where I wanked before I went to sleep the previous night.. "Now," says Mum, "let's go into the bedroom and transform Tony into Tanya, the pubescent nymphet." On the way, I toss the stained knickers into the bathroom hamper and stand naked in Mum's room as she chooses what to dress me in. We start with a pair of plain white cotton knickers. "They're tight enough to hold your hard-on against your stomach," she says, pulling them up my legs. My cock is already stiff with anticipation. Then she puts a tiny bra on me, like a girl's training bra, but it's see-through with little white stars on it and lace along the top. She balls up two tissues and stuffs them it it to give me the semblance of budding titties. From the back of the closet, she produces a plaid skirt. "This is my old school uniform," she says. "You're gonna be a sexy schoolgirl and drive all the dirty old men crazy." Finally, a white blouse and a ribbon to tie my pony tail back. I look at the finished product in the mirror and I know I shouldn't boast, but I'm utterly adorable, a pubscent little girl, as pretty as can be. I realise that the people who think that my face looks girlish are right, which is perhaps why I don't have any trouble finding boys to have sex with. I guess I'm a gay guy's wet dream. She puts mascara on my blond eyelashes. "You don't need lipstick. That would look slutty." Slutty's nice, I think, but I defer to her better judgement. We go out on the town, riding the tube to the West End, and wander through Soho, past all the sex clubs and ethnic restaurants and up to Oxford Street to do some window shopping. We sit in a coffe bar and watch as men look furtively at me, trying to see up my skirt, never knowing that a dick is nestling within its cocoon of white cotton, then have lunch sitting at a table on the pavement outside a kebab place. We wander through the National Gallery then squat on the steps in Trafalgar square and look at the tourists as they look at me, little Tanya in her cute school uniform, so innocent and vulnerable, her white knickers on view if you get the angle right, sitting with a girl who might be her big sister, pretty tasty herself if you like adult women. We get home late in the afternoon and I flop on the couch. Mum sits beside me, her arm round my shoulder. "You were magnificent, Tanya," she says. I like the name. "Not a single person suspected that you're a boy. We gotto do this again." I stand and go over to the full length mirror on the wall and look at myself. I'm a girl, I think, I'm a little girl, and I lift up my skirt and look at my knickers, my cock which is hard again. "I think I'm falling in love with myself," I say. "Who would blame you," says Mum standing behind me. She reaches her arms round me and slides one hand down the front of my knickers and grips my dick. "Let me give you a wank, you sexy little slut," she says and I lean back against her and let her expert hand bring me to a shattering climax which soaks the whole front of my knickers. She extracts her hand and licks my cum off it. I start to stammer my thanks but she interrupts me. "You don't have to thank me. You'll soon figure out a way to make me happy." Is this an invitation? I'm not sure. I'll have to think about this. ___________________________________________________________ I've taken my mum's advice and each morning, in the shower, I stick a soapy finger up my bum, then two fingers and finally three. I pretend they're Barry's dick inside me. I could get to like this. I don't have to bother with carrots because pretty soon I'm pushing Mum's vibrator in with very little pain at all and once it's up there, I turn it on and feel it throbbing against my prostate. It feels great. A dick is going to be no problem at all. I gotta tell Barry about this and maybe Mum with let him borrow her sex toy. _____________________________________________________________ Mum has never been shy about letting me watch her undress when she comes home from work, usually around six in the evening. She works as a paralegal in a posh law office and is required to wear a business suit. Like me, she hates pantyhose, saying that they make her cunt sweat, so she wears stockings with suspenders. Several days after our West End outing she comes home, sits on the bed, lifts one leg at a time and takes her shoes off. "Whew," she says, "what a relief. My feet were killing me." I've just been treated to a great view up her skirt. She flops back on the bed. "I'm fucking exhausted, way too tired to undress. Take my skirt off, Tony." I unzip it at the side and she lifts her hips as I slide it down. Beneath she has on a short slip which doesn't even come down to the tops of her stockings. I stand back and look at her admiringly. She lies there for a while, then sits up. "Take my blouse off," she says, even though she's perfectly capable of doing it herself. I'm happy to comply. Then she stands and looks at herself in the mirror, her bra and knickers visible through the translucent slip. I stand behind her and she drops one shoulder to 'accidentally' let a strap fall and I take the hint and slide the other one off. Her slip falls to her waist and I put my hands on her hips and slide the slip all the way down. She steps out of it and I sit on the bed and look at her. "You guys like stockings, don't you?" She's right, standing there looking like something out of a porno magazine. "I like all girl's underwear, Mum." "Take my knickers off, darling," The sound of those words thrill me and I slowly pull them down, revealing her bare pussy. As they fall I gaze at her cunt, freshly shaved as always, with its fleshy lips and big clit. I inhale, and can smell the aroma of sex coming off her. I unfasten the suspenders from the tops of her stocking, reach behind her and unfasten it. She runs her hand though my hair as I reach out and gently touch her pussy lips with my finger tips. They're wet. I stand, reach behind her and unclip her bra. She puts her arms round me and pulls me to her, her lips meeting mine in a kiss which starts gently then becomes more urgent. It's more than just a motherly peck. It's a sexual statement. "I love you, Tony," she says, then releases me and lies down on the bed, her legs hanging over the end and I kneel between them to take her stockings down. I roll them down her legs and take them off her feet and she grabs my head and pulls it into her crotch. "Suck my clit!" she calls, her voice hoarse. "Eat my pussy, darling. Jesus, I'm so fuckin' horny!" I should be reluctant, after all,she's my mum. I should protest and leave the room, but I'm so turned on by her lewd conduct, so excited by the prospect of doing what I confess I've wanted to do for ages, that I plunge right in there and take her long clit between my lips and suck on it. She lets out a great groan and her hips buck as she pulls harder on my my head. The smell of her sex is overpowering, making my head spin and I suck furiously, wanting more than anything to make her cum, to send my Mum over the top, to give her as great an orgasm as the ones she's given me. Then she shudders and goes limp. I sit back on my heels and look at her pussy, dripping with juice and saliva, and I wipe my wet cheeks with the back of my hand. After a minute or so, she sits up. "Well, well, who'd have thought that my son would give such great head. That was magnificent. Thank you, my darling." "You're more than welcome," I say sincerely. "Any time, just ask." She laughs, lthen gets serious. "Are you okay with this sex stuff?" "What sex stuff in particular? Being wanked and sucked and dressed as a girl and eating pussy. If I ever have a problem with it, I'll let you know. Don't hold your breath." "Then I guess you want a wank." I stand close and let her pull my cock out of the fly of my white briefs and I lean back, my hands behind my head as she gives me a slow wank, speeding up just in time for me to cum on her face, splattering her with thick sticky cream, as she smiles and looks up at me lovingly. _______________________________________________________________ A few days later, I come home from school and go into the bedroom, shedding my clothes as I go. I can't wait to get into something feminine. I glance at myself briefly in the mirror in just my white briefs, the last moment I'll think of myself as a boy for several hours, then pull them off and find my white schoolgirl knickers. A little bra and a short cotton sun dress does the transformation and I add a pair of white ankle socks as a finishing touch. My bare shoulders have a real 'little girl' look about them, and I blow a kiss at myself. I'm little Tanya again, cute and sexy, imagining some hot dude running his hand up my thigh and groping me, then perhaps kissing me and letting me stroke and suck his cock and swallow his cum. The doorbell rings. Who can that be at four o'clock in the afternoon? My erection disappears and I go to the door and peer through the spy hole. There's a guy standing there. I don't know him, so I open the door, keeping the chain on. "Is Laura at home?" he asks. He's wearing jeans and a T Shirt with nicely muscled arms. He can't be much older than thirty. "She'll be home in a couple of hours," I say. "Can I come in and wait?" I hesitate. This can be a dangerous city, but then he looks pretty harmless, in fact he's quite a good looking dude. "What did you want to see her about?" "I'm her brother." Shit! Holy fucking shit! This is my dad! I don't know how to react. Does he know I exist? Probably, but he probably thinks his son lives with his aged great aunt across town. He can't know that I'm actually here, dressed as a girl. Should I be glad to see him, or resent the fact that he's ignored me for years, or what? I don't know what to do. "Can I come in and wait?" he asks, impatiently. It'd be hard for me to say no without a good reason so I ask him to wait, close the door, take the chain off and open it again. He steps inside and I get a better look at him. He not only resembles my Mum, he looks like an older version of me. "Who are you?" he asks with a smile, giving me that up and down look that I know so well, the looks that says, "I wanna get my hands on you." I ain't gonna tell the truth. I'm not gonna say "I'm your illegitimate son, you incestuous fucker, and I'm dressed like a girl 'cos I'm a little fucking queer." Oh, no. I have a part to play. "I'm Tanya," I say, giving him my cutest smile. "I live next door." "You're very pretty, Tanya. How old are you?" "Twelve." All girls knock a few years off their age, why shouldn't I? "I didn't know Laura had a brother." I layer on the bullshit. I wanna see how long I can fool this guy for. "I've been away," he says, "in prison." "What were you in for?" "That's not a polite question, Tanya." "Sorry," I say, lowering my gaze beneath my long mascara'd lashes. I invite him to sit on the couch and sit opposite him in the big armchair. Just as I'd guessed, he tries to look up my dress, but I keep my knees together while I try to figure out how to handle this situation. "Can I get you something," I ask. "There's cold beer in the fridge." "A beer would be perfect. It'll be my first one in years. I only got out this morning." I go to the fridge, open the door and I can feel him watching me as I bend down, peering into the lower shelves, where the six pack is, right at the back. I know my dress is short enough for him to see the edge of my knickers. It's not that I have any kind of plan to turn him on, it's just that I can't resist showing myself off. I find the beer and bring it to him and sit beside him on the couch. He smells faintly of stale sweat. "Laura lets me hang out here until my mum gets home later," I say. "It gives me a chance to do my homework." "So you're kinda house sitting until Laura gets back? Here, alone?" "Yeah," I say, radiating innocence. "I don't wanna be rude, but you need a shower." "Do you think Laura would mind if I used hers. I haven't had a chance to shower in the last couple of days." "I think it'll be okay." Liam finishes his beer, gets up and goes into the bathroom, leaving me to think about what the fuck is happening. I've just met my own father whom, until now, I've never even thought about, and he, by all accounts, likes to fuck little girls, and he doesn't know that the tasty little Lolita sitting here is his illegitmate son, looking like a perfect target for his lust. I have to laugh at how bizarre the situation is. Mum will be home in a couple of hours and then the cat will be out of the bag and I'll be exposed as the fraud that I am. Sooner or later, Liam with discover my sex, so why not make it later, and have a little fun in the meantime? I know I can have him eating out of the palm of my hand. I stand up as he comes out of the bathroom with just a small towel wrapped round his waist. He must have been working out while he was in the nick, because his body is beautifully toned, though a bit of a tan would improve his near perfect looks. He sits on a stool at the breakfast bar. "Which prison were you in?" I ask. "Wormwood Scrubs." "I saw a film about the Scrubs not long ago. It seemed to be a terrible place with a lot of violence. Where you ever raped, like the guy in the film was?" He hesitates, unwilling to share his recent past with a little schoolgirl, but then I guess he wants me to like him so he asks, "What do you know about rape?" "My mum gave me a book on sex and it has all that stuff in it, about gay sex, oral and anal stuff and masturbation and everything. It know all about it, don't worry." "I was raped, a couple of times when I first arrived, but then I got myself organised and figured out ways to stay out of trouble." "Did it hurt?" I ask, my tone concered, and I step close and stand beside him. "Having a cock shoved into me? The first few times, yes, but you get used to it. You seem to be very mature for a twelve year old, Tanya." "Laura's taught me a lot." If only he knew! I decide to pile on the bullshit. "And my music teacher has taught me a lot, too." I giggle in a little girly way. "He likes to grope me." Liam looks shocked, though his expression is probably faked. He figures that a twelve year old as pretty as I am must have been groped by several men and is perfectly capable of saying 'no' if necessary. "He does? Did you ever tell anyone?" "Heck, no. Why should I? I kinda like it. I stand beside him when he sits at the paino and he puts his hand on my leg." "Like this?" he asks, putting his palm on the inside of my knee. "Exactly, then he slides it up my thigh." Liam's hand moves up my leg. "How high does he go?" I can hear the excitement in his voice and look down at his towel, which shows a distinct bulge. "Higher." His hand moves up. "Higher still." I press my hip against him. "How high?" "All the way to the top. He strokes the front of my knickers." Liam is beginning to breathe hard as his hand goes up to the top of my thigh. I'm starting to get hard myself, but my knickers are keeping my cock bent down painfully. Then his hand reaches the top and everything changes. He cups my basket and I hear a sharp intake of breath. "Holy fucking Jesus Christ! You little fucking tease! You're not a girl!" "I bet you wish I was," I smirk. "Laura told me all about you and how you like little girls. I thought you might enjoy a quick feel." He's not amused. "So why are you dressed up like that?" ""Cos I guess I wanna be a girl. Is that so bad?" "I guess not." "Haven't you figured it out? I'm Laura's son and I'm fourteen, not twelve, and I'm pretty sure you're my dad. My real name is Tony." He looks stunned. "You're my son? I thought you lived with aunt what's-her-name, in North London." "She dropped dead, not that I'm sorry. I came to live with mum a couple of months ago, and I love her to bits. Dressing as a girl was her idea, though I have to confess I'm kinda into it. I'm pretty, aren't I?" "Stunning," he says. "Look, I'm sorry I felt you up. If I'd have known, I wouldn't have touched you." "I didn't mind. You're not the first guy to feel me up. Well actually, you're the first to grope me as a girl, but as a boy, I get a lot of action at school." "What the fuck is Laura gonna say when she finds out that I nearly molested her son? Well, my own son, that is. This is all a bit confusing." I feel sorry for him so I put my arm round his shoulder and give him a semi-hug. "I'm gonna get changed back into guy clothes. My mum needn't know about you trying to cop a feel." I give him a conspiratorial grin and go into the bedroom. I stick my head back out of the door. "Wanna come and watch me get changed?" I ask with a seductive smile . In the bedroom, I do a lewd, slow strip tease for him, which excites me enough for my cock to het hard and I stand in front of him, naked, and tug at his towel. It falls, showing his iron hard dick, pointing at me. It's the biggest cock I've ever seen in real life. (Big internet cocks don't count, I think most of them are faked.) "That's a fuckin' awesome dick," I say. "Your's will be this big one day soon, son." Being called 'son' seems strange, coming from a handsome guy who's not too many years older than I am. I pull on a pair of white briefs. "Jesus!" he says. "I'm not sure which I like best, the little girl or the sexy son." "I can be either. I'm just like mum was at this age, something of a slut." "You shouldn't call your mum a slut." "Oh she loves it. She told me all about her dad and you fucking her, and how much she likes to suck cock and all that stuff, even how much she likes it up her arse. I take after her." "Your saying you like to suck cock?" "Ask my friend Barry. I've just about sucked his off its hinge." I laugh. For the first time he's beginning to relax and a smile appears on his face, not the lurid smirk of the guy who put his hand up my skirt, but the warm smile of a man who is becoming my friend. He sits down on the bed and I step up close to him, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Would you like to put your hand on my knee again?" He groans and lays his palm on the inside of my thigh. "Higher," I say, "yes, higher still, mmmm, that feels nice." His hand reached the place between my legs where my bum hole waits beneath white cotton and he runs his fingers over it, then slides his hand between my legs, then forwards and cups my basket. "Your cock's hard, hard as a rock." "Just like yours," I say, reaching down and taking hold of it. The feel of his soft skin covering the hardness of his member sends a thrill running down my spine. I'm still standing and he pulls my briefs down to my knees and takes firm hold of my dick. "We shouldn't be doing this," he says, but doesn't let go. "I'm your father, after all." "You shouldn't have fucked your sister, but you did, and I'm not blaming you. You shouldn't have fucked all those schoolgirls, but you did, and I can understand why. Mum should never have let her dad fuck her, but we can't always help ourselves. It's just like whenever I see a nice big stiff dick, I have to suck it. I can't stop myself. Just like now." I drop to my knees in front of him and take his cock in my mouth. Sucking any dick is heaven for me, but this one is bigger, harder and more beautiful than any other dick I've sucked. I play with the end with my tongue and fondle his balls, then push my hand between his legs and shove my middle finger up his arse. He lets out a gasp and I grip his shaft and stroke it, his foreskin sliding back and forth between my lips. Then his hips thrust upwards and I release his cock just in time for him to splatter my face with thick, creamy cum then, holding his shaft, use his still hard cock to spead his cum all over my cheeks and forehead, finally squeezing the last drop out and licking it off. "Yummy!" I say, looking at him as he flops back on the bed. "Jesus!" he says. "You know how to make a guy happy. How did you know that I like a finger up my arse?" "I guessed that after all those years on prison, you must have been fucked a lot." "I was. Almost every day I was fucked or was lucky enouth to suck a cock. It kinda shifted my obsession away from little girls so that now I like guys. I guess being in the nick has turned me gay. Mind you, a pretty girl, like you just were just now, will still do it for me." "So you did like me as a girl?" This is important to me as my future is gonna involve wearing more dresses than pants. "Oh, I did, you really turned me on, but now I know you're my son, and that's how I wanna think of you. That was a beautiful blow job, thank you." "We should get dressed. Mum will be home soon." We go into the bathroom and I watch him as he puts his white briefs on, marveling at how beautiful his body is. Then we both dress and wait for my mum. _______________________________________________________________ When she arrives and catches sight of her brother, she lets out a yell and jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs round his waist. "You're out!" she cries, ten kisses him hard on the lips. "Just a few hours ago," he says. "I couldn't wait to see you." She slides to the ground hand holds him at arm's length. "You're just as fuckin' good looking as ever. I'm so glad to see you. I see you've met Tony." "Well, he was kind of a surprise," he says, winking at me. "I knew I had a son, but I never thought he'd be as good looking as his mum. He seems to be a great kid." "We've been getting on just fine," I say. "Liam's a cool guy." She looks relieved. "I should've told you, Liam, when he came to live with me, but I wasn't sure how you'd react. But now I'm glad you've me him, 'cos he's the best thing that ever happened to me. How does it feel being a dad?" "I think I'm beginning to like it." I give him a beaming smile. "Where are you staying?" asks mum. "Here's the thing. Yours was the only address I had to give to my probabtion officer, so can I stay here until I can sort something out?" "Where's he gonna sleep?" I ask. Liam looks into the bedroom. "Oh, no," says Mum. "You're not sleeping in my bed. I don't wanna get knocked up again." Liam laughs. "For one thing, you're far too old. I like 'em young, remember, and anyway, being arse fucked in the nick every day has turned me gay. You're not in any danger from me." "In that case," says Mum reluctantly, "I suppose you'll have to sleep with me, but I'm gonna put a pillow between us. We gotta celebrate! I've got a couple of bottles of wine somewhere." I get sent out to buy a couple of six packs and a pizza as Mum and Liam settle down and get reaquainted, and I get back to find some serious drinking is going on and Mum lets me drink a couple of beers. We eat and Mum is chugging down the wine with alarming speed and Liam is getting buzzed on beer. I sit in the arm chair and let them catch up and then Mum lets slip that sometimes I like to dress up as a girl. Liam fakes his surprise quite convincingly and I offer to do some modelling for him and soon I'm parading around in a variety of dresses, blouses and skirts and eventually in knickers, a suspender belt and stockings. If Mum notices Liam's erection, she doesn't coment on it. Bedtime comes around as I do my final little act in my pink satin knickers and a see-through chemise which has a perfect slutty look. Mum is nearly unconcious and Liam and I help her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. Liam starts to strip down to his briefs as Mum, her voice slurred, asks me to undress her. I manage to get the job done, depite the fact that she's helpless, mumbling about how much she loves me and telling me to keep her randy brother's cock away from her. Finally, I get her naked and she lies there, legs apart, showing off her tasty looking cunt with its big clit. "Look at that," I say to Liam. "She loves showing off her cunt." "Doesn't do anything for me," he says. "You, on the other hand . . ." He lifts my chemise and gazes at my knickers and I turn to look at Mum who is now fingering herself and muttering unintelligably. I kneel down at the foot of the bed and watch her as she masturbates. It's turning me on and she starts groaning and then suddenly says, "Suck my clit again, darling." Liam looks at me. Is she asking him or me? I know the answer and I lean in and start to lick her cunt. I know my behaviour is extreme, but the few beers I've drunk have drowned my inhibitions, and I don't care what Liam thinks. He's an incestuous fucker, so why should he complain? I suck on her clit and she starts thrashing about. "Oh, I need a dick! I need a big dick inside me. I need to be fucked!" Here eyes are squeezed shut. "You'd better do as you're told," Liam says, grinning. "My slutty sister always was cock happy. Go for it, Tony, give her what she wants or we'll never get any sleep." I shuffle up closer on my knees and Liam lifts my chemise off over my head and pulls my knickers down to my knees. He reaches round me, takes hold of my cock, aims it at Mum's gaping wet cunt and pushes my bum so that my dick slides into her. The feeling is marvelous, better than any blow job, warm wet flesh wrapping round my hard cock. That's when I feel Liam's cock touch my arse hole. I know what he wants and I'm so glad that I did all that preparation. "I hope this won't hurt, you darling little boy," he says. "It won't. Shove it in! Fuck me! I wanna know what being fucked is like." There's a slight sting as his cock head pushes past my spincter but the pain disappears as the length of his cock slides all the way into me. It's unbelievably thrilling, filling me up, making me feel sexually desireable. He starts to pump away at me. His thrusts cause my body to move back and forth, pushing my cock in and out of my Mum as she lies there, her eyes shut, murmuring, "Yes, yes, yes!" I don't even know is she's aware that Liam is fucking me, or if she would care if she did know. Probably not. I'm in heaven, being in the middle of the sandwich, fucking and being fucked. It's totally bizarre, Mum and Dad fucking their little boy, but I don't care. I'm way too aroused and I know I can't last long. Liam is verbally abusing me, saying, "Oh, you darling little slut, you fuckin' cocksucking faggot, take my big dick up your lovely little arse, you little fuckin' whore!" which turns me on even more. I bear down, trying to make my hole wider to let more of his cock in, but it's already up to the hilt, his hips banging against my bum cheeks, his hands on my hips. I'm so lost in a cloud of sexual frenzy, feeling as though lightning bolts are shooting through my body and that my cock is about to burst into flames, that I can't tell who cums first, but then I'm shooting my load into my Mum, slamming my dick inside her as hard as I can. I collapse on top her her and Liam pulls out of me, his cock dripping with his own cum. We both roll off her and fall on the bed, with me between my two parents, gasping for air and Mum seems to have passed out. After we've get our breath back, Liam asks me, "Was that your first time?" "Yes, it's the first time I've fucked anyone and the first time I've been fucked. I don't know which I enjoyed the most." "I'm so glad, 'cos you have the most delicious little arse." "Was I better than all those little girls you fucked." "By a mile, but you've got me interested in little girls again, with that show you put on earlier." "Then I wanna be your little girl exclusively. You can fuck me any time you want and you'll never to to jail again, 'cos I won't tell anyone, not even my boyfriend, Barry. Come to think of it, he can go fuck himself, 'cos your cock is the only one I wanna suck from now on. I love you, Dad." "I love you too, son." He gives me a hug. Mum lies theres, snoring, and I wonder if she'll remember in the morning that her son fucked her. If she doesn't, I can always refresh her memory. The End. To find my other stories, email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.