Note : This story is completely fictional!

Nervous is not something a woman in my shoes feels often, not after coming out of the closet at such a young age and getting used to it. However, I had put off talking to my son for days. It wasn’t until about a week later that I finally said something to him. He was sitting in the living room couch, comfortable, reading one of his favorite books. This gave me the time I needed to get ready. There was this feeling I couldn’t shake that looking nice for Logan would be a waste of my time, I doubted he would go for his own parent. Nonetheless, I had to try.

I had my golden-blond hair pulled into high pig-tails, something I did often on the weekend (something I couldn’t do in the factory I worked in), and feathered my bangs. My lips were ruby red with lipstick, the black mascara and eye-liner only deepening the ocean blue in my eyes. As I gazed upon my reflection in the shadow, I saw that I did not look very different in this moment than I did when I hit the night clubs.

Perfect.

I wore a deep purple halter top and held onto me like a second skin. It stopped just above my belly button, which most men thought was one of the sexier parts of my body. Personally, I like my breasts better. My legs were tightly wrapped in my black satin mini skirt, which came barely low enough to cover what I was hiding between my legs. What it didn’t hide was the top of my nude-colored, thigh high stockings, held by my six-hook garter belt. Finally, on my feet, were a pair of black, five and a half inch, open-toe pumps.

Logan obviously heard me as I walked into the living room, as high heels are not the most silent shoes on hardwood floors. He looked up at me, taking a quick glance at my attire. “Hey mom, lookin’ good,” he complimented, making me smile back at him. “Hittin’ the club tonight?”

“Actually,” I began as I sat next to him, Logan putting his feet back on the floor to give me a spot on the couch. “There was something I wanted to talk to you about. Logan, I… Jesus, why is this so hard?” I paused, then forced myself to go on. “About a week ago, I came home early from work. I saw what you were looking at on the computer.”

Logan thought for a moment, trying to remember. Suddenly, the thought hit him, I could see it in his eyes. It was embarrassment at first, then he began stuttering as he tried to explain. I hushed him, smiling reassuringly. “It’s okay, if that’s what you like, there’s nothing wrong with that.” He bought my words, visibly relaxing. “Anyway, with that said, I figure it’s time I told you about your father.” No one could have hidden the excitement that Logan now showed at that last statement.

“Logan… I’m your father.” Before saying anything further, I let him think about it for a few moments, figure it out, then let it sink in. Even though he understood, he still asked, “How?”

“I was still fully male when I got your mom pregnant.”

“What happened to her?”

I sighed. This was a memory that still pained me. “Long story short, she wasn’t as okay with my sex change as she claimed, and ended up leaving me for another man. Logan, I know this must be upsetting for you, to realize that I’ve been lying to you all these years, but I was afraid that if you knew the truth, I’d lose you too.”

Sensing my emotion turmoil, Logan gently cupped his fingers beneath my chin, raising my eyes to meet his. “Mom, this doesn’t change anything. You’ll never lose me.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. A smile then crept back onto my face. “There’s something else I have to confess to you,” I continued, slowly closing the gap between us. Logan did not stop me, nor did he protest, though I gave him ample time to do so. Finally, the gap was fully closed, my lips meeting his. I pressed into his mouth, gradually opening mine until my tongue slithered its way forward, finding that of my son. To my surprise and pleasure, he began returning the kiss, lacing his fingers through my hair until his hand had a hold of the back of my head. He began lying back again, bringing me with him.

When I opened my legs to get into a more comfortable position over him, I was fully erect and popped out. Had it not been for my mini skirt, I would have popped right into Logan. Nonetheless, once our bodies were lying as one, that fact was no longer hidden from him. He moaned softly as my cock rubbed against his through my skirt and his jeans.

After what seemed like eternity, Logan finally pushed my lips from his, giving just enough distance to speak. “Mom wait!” he declared. “What are we doing?”

I gazed deeply into his eyes, alluringly and lustfully. “Don’t you love me?” I asked my son. As my head lowered to resume our kiss, Logan slipped from beneath me and stood, facing away.

“This is wrong,” he said, though not very convincingly.

“Logan,” I whispered, now standing behind him. My hands were wrapped about him, caressing his sexy body. My own was pressed to his back, my erection standing at attention against his ass. I subtly moved my hips up and down, letting my cock stroke him. He tried to hide it, but Logan was breathing heavy with pleasure. He wasn’t keeping his composure very well. “Mommy loves you, and she’ll do anything to make you happy.”

It was an idea that came to me spontaneously, but referring to myself in the third person to Logan had a clear positive effect. As my hand passed over the front of his jeans, I could feel how they barely contained him. I began placing soft kisses upon my son’s neck, unzipping his jeans and reaching into them. When my hand came back out, it brought Logan’s 7 incher with it, stroking slowly and firmly. My forefinger was already moist with his pre-cum.

“Oh, mom!” he whispered hoarsely. He unbuttoned his jeans now, legging the baggy garment drop to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he let his boxers follow suit as he turned around to face me. I reluctantly let go of his cock and sat back on the couch, opening my legs. My bare erecting, which wore no panties this night, stood up again, pushing the bottom of my mini skirt upward.

Logan pulled me forward a bit by my high heels, lifting my legs over his shoulders. Then, getting on his knees, he took my cock deep into his mouth. His arms remained wrapped about my legs, caressing them, enjoying their smoothness. His mouth worked my cock like none before him. I usually hand pretty good stamina about this, but I found myself fiercely exploding into his mouth under five minutes! I’d never orgasmed so soon before!

After swallowing every last bit, Logan stood to his feet and pulled me off the couch onto my knees before him. “You’re turn, Mom,” he said, grabbing my pigtails. He used them like handles to pull my head forward onto his cock, keeping my head in a consistent rhythm as I sucked him off.

“Oh… oh… OH!!!” He cried out, cumming into my mouth. “Oh Mommy! Yes! Swallow it, you dirty girl!” And swallow it I did. When I was finally finished, I stood to my feet and kissed him on the lips again. “Why don’t you sleep with me tonight?” I suggested.

Sure enough, that night, he took me up on that suggesting, joining me in my bed for the night.

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