I suppose I looked rather stupid sitting there, dressed in the pink baby-doll outfit she dressed me in earlier. Amazingly enough, as I sat there with her panties still in my mouth, my cock had subsided back to normal, lying motionless through the opening of the pink crotch-less panties. Perhaps my cock had shrunk because I was concentrating on my task of sucking our combined juices out of her panties, or maybe it was because she paid me no mind as she busied herself at the stove finishing our breakfast.
She chatted as she cooked about how hungry she was and how much she needed her morning coffee. Turning to me, she stopped what she was doing at the stove and spoke. “You’ve already had your own little snack now, haven’t you, sweetheart?” She observed.
“All done now?” She asked.
I nodded my head up and down and mumbled “Uh huh.”
She reached out, I assumed, to take her now clean panties from my mouth. When I opened my mouth so she could remove them, she pulled her hand back saying “Don’t be presumptive, Bobby, and don’t try to anticipate what I’m going to do. The only thing you should try to anticipate is how and when to please me. Don’t try to help me, baby. Believe me; I haven’t forgotten that my panties are still in your mouth.”
As I looked up at her from my chair, she smiled and said “Okay, now open.”
When I did, she reached out and removed her panties from my mouth. She held them to her nose first, and then opened them up to look at the cotton lining of the crotch panel. Slowly, she brought it up to her own mouth and extended her tongue. She sampled several areas and then nodded to herself. Leaning over to me, she placed her hand behind my neck and bent down to kiss me. “Like I said….. I knew you would do a good job.”
As she stepped back from the stove, she handed me the panties and asked me to hold them for her while she put them on. I bent down from my chair to hold them open, but, she put her hand on my shoulder and shook her head, saying “No, sweetheart, come get down in front of me.”
I moved from my chair and kneeled down in front of her as I held the panties out for her to step into. “This position would allow you to pleasure me if I wanted you to. Remember, you have to anticipate ways to please me without making the decision to do so yourself.”
I pulled her panties up past her knees where she reached down and pulled them up the rest of the way. “Come on,” she said, “let’s eat. I’m famished.”
We sat at the table across from each other and I smiled to myself as I watched her cradle the coffee cup in her hand. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought she was worshipping it. She sipped it slowly and then looked up at me from behind the cup. “Don’t laugh,” she said, “one day you’ll understand. A good cup of coffee is almost better than sex.”
We laughed together for a minute and then as I attacked my omelet. Taking a bite, I peered across the table to see her staring at me. Taking another sip of her coffee, she asked “Okay, it’s absolutely killing me! I’m dying to know, sweetheart. How did you like it?”
“Like what?” I asked.
“Come on, Bobby, don’t play dumb.” She said. “I’ve been trying to give you a teeny-tiny taste of what it’s like to be submissive. Remember, you said you wanted me to? Tell me what you thought about cumming in my panties and then having to suck them.”
“Well,” I said, putting my fork down and trying to act as serious as I could, “you were right. Cum tastes much better when it’s still warm.”
“Okay,” she replied, “that’s a start. But, what did you think about the panty fuck? Admit it, you really thought I was going to let you cum in me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, “it definitely kicked me up a notch when you said that. And then I was watching you rub yourself with your panties down there, getting them all wet, I thought you were going to hold them up to my nose and let me smell them while I put it in you.”
“Oh,” she mused, “you’re disappointed, huh?”
“Well, hell yes!” I replied. “You intentionally teased me. I don’t think that’s really fair, mom.”
“But, you had fun, right?” She asked.
“Of course I had fun.” I answered. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I suppose, technically speaking, I did get to cum inside you, but, you have to admit your idea of me cumming inside you, and my idea of me cumming inside you are two different things. I guess it’s like you said….. I shouldn’t anticipate what you’re going to do. You’re full of surprises, mom.”
“Yep, that’s true,” she said, “and you should never forget that, sweetheart. So, come on tell me….. what did you think when I put those gooey panties in your mouth?”
“It’s hard to explain.” I replied. “In a way, I sort of expected it when you pulled the panties out and they were full of cum, but I wasn’t expecting the feeling that came over me when cum started to leak all inside my mouth. I tried to hold the panties so the puddle wouldn’t tip, but, they just sort of flattened out and then next thing I knew, my mouth was full of it.”
“Well, did you want to swallow it or spit it all out, or what?” She asked.
“I didn’t want to spit it out at all, mom.” I said. “It felt a little sticky, you know… and there were globs stuck together….. I could feel it with my tongue. Every now and then I could taste you a little bit, too, but it was mostly just my cum I tasted. I didn’t swallow at all until you told me to suck. I think that’s when the impact of it hit me.”
“Impact?” She asked.
“Yeah,” I answered, “I mean it’s one thing to taste yourself on a finger tip, or licking a few drops or tasting it during a kiss like we’ve done a few times, but I think it’s a completely different thing when it goes directly from your cock into your mouth like that.”
“Different?” She asked. “In what way?”
“Different in the sense that it didn’t go anywhere else…. it all went from me into your panties and then right into my mouth.” I said. “Kind of like, uh…. well, you know…”
“Like what, sweetheart?” She asked.
“You know, Mom” I answered, “I guess it was like…. uh, like I got a whole cum worth right from…. uh, right from….”
“Ah, I see,” she said, “it was like you got it right from a penis?”
“Yeah,” I replied, “it’s just a little hard to think of it that way. But, I guess that’s what happened.”
“Would you like that?” She asked me.
I knew that was coming next. When I was sitting next to her in the chair, I knew it was just a matter of time before she asked me if I liked it. I also knew how I was going to answer her question and then she would ask if I wanted to do it for real to really suck a cock.
I struggled with myself on how I would answer her. After all, I had already eaten my father’s cum from her pussy and licked it from her panties. I had tasted my own cum numerous times in the last two days and even alluded to the fact that I might suck Uncle Mike’s cock. The truth is that I had already decided that I could, I mean…. I would suck a cock if it was the right one. I couldn’t see myself on my knees sucking just anyone off, but Uncle Mike and my dad, yeah I could to that. After all, she did.
“Mom,” I finally answered, “if it was dad or Uncle Mike, then yes, but I just don’t see myself searching for guys to suck off, you know?”
As we ate our breakfast, she told me she fully understood and told me I shouldn’t dwell on other guys, adding “I know you’re not gay, sweetheart, and I think at some time in our lives we all have some bi-sexual interests, tendencies and fantasies. It’s something everyone experiences. I know I did, and your father did, too. But, you know, Bobby, even if you were gay, that wouldn’t change the fact that you are still my son and I would still love you just as much as I do now.”
We talked more as we finished eating. She sipped her sacred coffee and sat back in her chair and asked “I’m curious about one thing, Bobby. Let’s just say an opportunity arose and you could have oral sex with your father or your uncle. Do you see yourself doing it as a boy, or as a girl?”
“Mom,” I answered, “I am a boy. Remember?”
“Yes,” she replied, “of course I know that, but what I mean is…. do you envision yourself doing it as a boy, or dressed up as a girl?” It was my turn to peak my eyebrows and get taken aback. Obviously, her thinking on this subject was way more advanced than my own.
“As a girl, I think.” I answered right away. “I mean, as long as it didn’t weird them out.”
“Yeah,” she said, “that’s kind of what I thought you might say. It’s a littler safer for you to think about it that way, isn’t it, baby? Being dressed as a girl lets you role play and pretend you’re a girl. Therefore, sucking a penis would be ‘normal’.”
“And,” she added, “you seem to have a pretty big interest in dressing in bras and panties, so, I guess that’s logical.”
We were finally finished with out breakfast and started clearing the table of the dishes when I asked “Mom, do you think it would bother you or dad if I wanted to dress like a girl sometimes?”
“You mean the whole way, Bobby? Underwear and outer clothes? Skirts and tops? Stockings and pantyhose, too?” She asked.
“Yes.” I answered. “I mean….. just at home, though. Not outside the house.”