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“Mmm, baby that’s so gooooood…” my mother moans as thrust my hips into her. My breathing is heavy, I can’t even form a response, so I just keep bucking my hips. I let go of her waist and lean over, until my chest presses against her back. I wrap my arms around her body, squeezing as tight as I can while I fuck her. I can feel myself getting close. “Do it baby,” my mother tells me, sensing my body tensing. “Give Mommy your cum. Please cum in me, baby,” my mother begs for me. I slam my hips against her as hard and fast as I can manage. I can feel it, feel myself about to release.
My eyes shoot open, and I’m staring at my ceiling. Immediately the feeling of release hits me like a sharp knife. My body tenses and shakes, my legs instinctively cross, one hand hopelessly reaching for my crotch, as if to stop what’s happening. I groan uncomfortably, as I blow my load in my pants. After the orgasm passes, I gasp for air. I look around, and see that I’m in my bedroom. Alone. It was all just a wet dream. I dreamed of fucking my mother… again. I don’t remember when it began, but at some point I started to have feelings for the woman that raised me. I’m such a freak. I toss my blanket to the side, and stare at the stain in my crotch in shame. I rub my face with my hands, and take a deep breath.
I pull myself out of bed. I slide my sweatpants and panties off, and toss them to the side. I figure I might as well change my shirt while I’m at it, and take off my top. I’m standing in my room, completely naked. I stare at the mirror on my closet door. I’m still not used to it, this body of mine. It’s been almost two years since I started transitioning, and sometimes I still can’t believe how differently I look. My messy black hair reaches down to my back, my eyes peeking out from behind my bangs. I stare at my chest. Watching the slow process of my breasts develop was something else. I shake my chest and watch my breasts jiggle side to side. I let out a little giggle. I open my closet door and pull out some new clothes. Just another pair of t-shirt and sweatpants. I don’t want anything that looks too different, just in case Mom notices I changed clothes over-night. Not that she ever does, I’m just being paranoid. I put on my fresh new clothes, put on my glasses, and head out the door.
I step out of my room and head to the kitchen. Mom is sitting at the dinner table, eating breakfast. “Good morning, Emily,” she says to me with a smile as I come in. I made you a plate already, and there’s coffee in the pot.
“Morning…” I mutter out. Seeing my mother’s bright, beautiful smile first thing in the morning, after I had such an indecent dream about her last night fills my stomach with guilt. Silently, I fill a mug with coffee, and grab my breakfast. I sit down at the table with Mom. I pick a seat that’s not too close, but not too far either. I want to keep a distance from her, but I don’t want her to think I’m avoiding her or anything.
My mother and I eat breakfast in silence together for a while. It’s nice. “Listen honey, can you do me a favor?” my mother asks.
I give a questioning “hm?” letting her continue.
“I have to go meet with the lawyer today for a bit. Can you do some chores while I’m gone?”
I lower my eyes, and nod my head. Mom and Dad have been going through the process to divorce for a while now. And the reason they’re getting a divorce… is because of me. When I came out to my parents as trans, my mom was supper supportive. My dad on the other hand… We had always been a pretty progressive family. Dad had no problems marrying my mom, who’s bisexual. And, when my older sister came out as a lesbian, he was supportive of her too. But I guess being trans is just a step too far. After I came out, Mom and Dad argued a lot, and eventually decided to separate. A couple of years ago, Dad came with us all to a pride parade, and now he complains on Facebook about how he lost his family to Woke™. It’s crazy how easily hate can change a person. Mom keeps telling me not to blame myself, that she’s happy not being with someone so hateful, but I still struggle with it. They were happily married for over twenty years, and it only took me one day to undo all of it.
“Yeah Mom, I’ll take care of it,” I respond quietly. I was going to have to do the laundry anyway. I still need to clean my clothes and sheets from this morning’s incident. I might as well do some dishes and clean up as well. I don’t have much else going on. It’s summer break, and I just finished my last year of high school. In a few months, I’ll be going away for college. I don’t have many friends to hang out with, or a job. So, I’ve just been hanging around at home. Mom used to take care of all the housework, but I’ve been trying to help her out more, when I can. Mom smiles as I agree to help. My chest sinks into my stomach. I don’t deserve such a beautiful smile.
Mom leaves the house and I get started. First, doing the dishes from breakfast. It doesn’t take too long, thanks to the dishwasher. After that it’s time to do laundry. I grab my dirtied sheets and clothes from this morning. I throw my stained panties in the washing machine. Mom always says to do delicates by themselves, so I start digging through the dirty clothes pile, tossing any of my used panties I come across in with the others. Eventually, I pull out a pair of panties that aren’t mine. “Mom…” I mutter as I hold my mother’s used underwear in my hand. My breathing increases as I remember the dream from last night. I slowly bring the panties closer to my face. “I’m sorry…” I mumble before pressing them against my face. I take the biggest whiff of my life, inhaling the smell of my mother’s scent. To be honest, it doesn’t really smell like anything, but the thought that these were pressed against my mother’s crotch fills me with excitement. I turn them inside out, and run my tongue along the center. It’s fine, I tell myself, I’m about to wash them anyway. After a minute of taking in my mother’s underwear, I realize I’ve got an erection. Part of me is saying to stop, that this was already too far, but another part is saying to keep going.
I pull down my pants and let my cock flop out. I start stroking it while I hold Mom’s panties up to my face. “Mom… Mom…” I call out for my mother as rub my dick. I’m so disgusting. I’m sure the guilt and shame will hit me hard when I’m done, but right now I don’t care. I pull Mom’s underwear from my face and wrap it around my dick. Stroking Mom’s soft panties against my cock is too good. I can tell I won’t last long. “Mom, fuck, Mom…” I groan as I pump my cock. I can feel myself about to cum already.
The door to the laundry room opens. “Honey? Are you in here?” my mother comes in, from nowhere. “I heard you calling - oh!?” she shouts in surprise, quickly covering her eyes.
When did she get home? I didn’t even hear the front door. “Mo-” I’m not even able to finish the sentence before my orgasm hits me. In front of my own mother, I release right inside of her underwear.
“I-I’m sorry sweetie, I forgot something and had to come back” Mom says apologetically. She peeks through her fingers, looking at the pathetic mess I’ve made. “Are those… my panties?”
“I...I…” I can’t think of any excuse. What could I possibly say? And so, I decided to run. I pulled up my pants, and ran out the laundry room, past Mom, and straight to my room. I heard Mom say something as I ran past, but I didn’t want to know what she said.
A few minutes later I’m huddled under my blanket, crying my eyes out. It’s over. Mom know I’m a disgusting, freak now. She’s probably going to kick me out soon. Before I can contemplate my next thought, there’s a knock on the door. “Honey?” my mother calls out for me. She tries to open the door, but I had already locked it. “Emily can I come in?” I don’t respond. “Honey I’m not mad, I just want to talk.” There’s a long pause before she says anything. “Look Emily, I have to go, but we need to have a talk when I get back, okay?” I hear my mother’s footsteps walking away from my door.
I don’t leave my room for hours. I just lay, curled up, under the blanket, crying.