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Chapter 1
“Please Carl…I need your help.”
“Mom, this has to stop.”
“I can’t…oh, honey, I can’t control it. I just…is this how you feel? Is this how you feel all the time?”
“Why don’t you go and get Becca to help you out?”
“She already did.”
“Seriously?”
“Carl, I am your mother, and I’m telling you – I need you. Now.”
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It all started two weeks ago.
When Mom got back from the doctor, I knew from the look on her face that it was serious. For the last few days, she’d been tiptoeing around, obviously hiding something, but it wasn’t until my sister got a call confirming the appointment that we realized it was something medical.
It’s a rare condition, especially in the US. Hermaphroditic Nymphomis. Apparently it’s hereditary, which freaked Becca out. I think maybe that’s why she was so quick to agree to help Mom out.
There’s no guarantee that she’s going to get it, but I reckon she wanted to be as familiar with the condition as possible. Just in case.
Mom went into her room, locked the door, and didn’t come out until dinner. When she finally did, her face was all red, and it was obvious that she’d been crying.
“Mom?”
“What, honey?”
I’d never heard my mother sound so flat.
“Is it…is it cancer?”
“No, honey. It’s nothing like that.”
“So what’s wrong?”
“It’s…”
Before she could finish her thought, she was crying again. Becca and I went to hug her; Pendik Grup Escort we were more confused than anything, to be honest. Finally, when she calmed down, she explained everything.
We stared at her, stunned. It sounded like something out of a joke. But Mom wasn’t really the joking type, and so we were forced to believe that what she was saying was true.
Our 38-year old mother had grown a penis.
She didn’t go into many details – none of us wanted that – but she explained that she was totally healthy, she was still a woman, and there was nothing wrong with her. She still had her vagina…she just had a penis as well.
Dinner was awkward that night. Actually, dinner was awkward for the next few nights. What do you say to your mother in response to the news that she’s grown a cock?
I genuinely would have said that things couldn’t get any more awkward.
I was wrong.
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“Carl?”
I blinkingly opened my eyes to find my mother standing in front of me. I reached for my glasses, confused.
The room came into view and confirmed what I’d suspected.
Mom was standing in front of me buck naked.
My eyes were uncontrollably drawn between her legs. Sure enough, she hadn’t been lying. Where I’d expect to see a patch of hair (y’know, as much as you “expect” anything while glancing between your Mom’s legs) there was instead a hard cock, and two balls hanging underneath.
“Mom?” I said, confused.
“Carl, I…oh, Pendik Manken Escort god, I’m so sorry.”
“Mom, what’s up?”
“It’s just, it’s…well, you can see.”
I sat up in my bed slightly, unable to look at anything but my Mom’s cock. Despite being more than twice my age, Mom still had a great body – round, firm, biteable tits, a thin waist and wide hips. She bore a striking resemblance to some of my favorite models from a magazine that Jimmy Caulton from down the road had traded me.
Except, of course, for her erection.
“What is it?”
“Carl, I’m…I’m hard.”
No shit, I wanted to reply, but I could tell that Mom was on the verge of a panic attack as it is.
“What…what can I do for you?”
“Carl, I…I need your help.”
I paused. When I spoke again, my words were slow, careful, and considered.
“With what, Mom?”
“I need help with…with this.”
Mom gestured to her hardness, and I saw it twitch slightly as she did. She couldn’t be…could she? No. No, that…that wasn’t possible.
She couldn’t be asking what I thought she was asking.
“Mom, I can’t help you with that. You should see a doctor.”
“No,” she hissed. “I mean…I need help getting off.”
She was asking what I’d thought she was asking.
“Mom, I…I can’t. I’m your son.”
A sly smile appeared on my mother’s face, and she folded her arms underneath her tits, drawing my attention to the two huge orbs on Pendik Masöz Escort the front of her chest.
“Come on, Carl. You’re a teenage boy – I know what you need.”
“W-what?”
“I know what it’s like being a teenager. You must be so built up…maybe that’s something Mommy can help with.”
“Mom, what are you saying.”
“I’m saying that I was a teenager once, and now I’m a…I’m a…”
Mom gulped, and the slight shine of tears appeared in her eyes.
“I’m a woman with a cock,” she finally said, standing firmly as she did. It felt like she’d done something significant, something she’d been fighting against.
“I’m a woman with a cock, and so I know what it’s like. It requires attention…assistance…”
My mouth went dry as I realized what she was suggesting.
“Why don’t you let Mommy help with your problem, and…and…you can help Mommy with hers?”
She flashed her teeth at me, licked her lips, and took one of my hands. I didn’t say anything as she moved it to her right breast. I should have fought back, or told her that I couldn’t, that we shouldn’t…but hell, I’d never touched a boob before. It was so soft, so good to touch.
“Yessss,” she hissed as my other hand moved up to grab her left boob as well. I didn’t really know what I was doing; I was just grabbing and pulling and touching.
It was awesome.
“Is my little boy hard?” she asked, and I nodded, unable to speak.
“Good,” she said. “Now, I’m going to help you…but you have to help me first, okay?”
I knew I should say no. I’d never had any interest in touching any cock other than my own. And she was my mother.
But instead, I nodded silently, allowed Mom to move my hand onto her thick cock, and started slowly stroking it.
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