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We talked idly as we ate until it was time to leave. She pulled the car up to the curb, working her way through the crowd of high school students converging on the school like ants.
Nestled comfortably between my mother’s thighs was an eight-inch, limp penis, hanging over an equally enormous pair of testicles, all capped by a bush of golden-brown pubic hair. I ran into the living room but I didn’t know what to do.
I walked down the carpeted stairs until I had reached the basement floor. I didn’t know what to say either, but I was afraid to speak. “I went down and threw them in the wash since I was doing a load anyway. My mom sat down on the bed next to me and I scooted over to make room for her. Finally, I threw back the covers and climbed out of bed. She was sitting up as if she’d been watching TV but nothing was on the screen.
I could heard the sound of the washing machine and the dryer running downstairs in the basement laundry room, as well as the sound of my mom moving around. She was ringing her hands together nervously as if not sure what to say. For the most part, someone like me, a person born as a man who becomes a woman, tries to be as womanly as possible. It would be awkward talking to her about this sort of thing but nowhere near as awkward as it had been for her to talk to me about her life. She wore a white, flannel nightgown embroidered with pink and purple flowers.
Wearing only boxer shorts, but warm beneath my blankets, I was content to sleep the miserable day away. “Come on,” she said, “two more days and you’re done.” “School was cancelled,” I said, my voice muffled by several layers of covers. The bed springs lowered slightly as she sat on the mattress next to me. “The news said there was a 99.999% chance of snow, so they just cancelled it,” I said, obviously lying. Growing boys need their sleep.” “Growing boys need to quit stalling and get out of bed,” said my mom, “because you know what’ll happen if you don’t . I stretched, pulled back to the covers, and rolled out of bed to begin my day. Her hand slid up my thigh and came to rest right on my cock.
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Groaning, I pulled my blankets closer to me, turned over, and tried to go back to sleep. ” Before I knew it, my mom’s fingers were digging into my sides, hitting all my weak spots.
No 18-year-old boy likes waking up for school at seven in the morning, but it’s even worse on December 21st, two days before Christmas vacation begins. I’d always been very ticklish and she, being my mother, knew all the right buttons to push. “Are you going to get out of bed and come have breakfast? She gave me a swat on the butt and rose from the bed.