Mom's Lap Dance

Mom's Lap Dance

A Short Story by jokermon (sasquatch_9@hotmail.com)

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction. It contains explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content. If this type of material isn't your thing, don't read it. If reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. Enjoy it, but please do not repost without permission. This story is copyright © 2014 , the author.

I was just into my teens when I discovered my mother had a penis.

  She had left her bedroom door ajar and when I peeked, I saw her standing naked in front of the full-length mirror on her closet door. She was masturbating.

I remember being stunned, and not just about her penis. My mom is a beautiful lady with a great body. I'd always been entranced by her large breasts and that was the first time I'd ever seen them naked. The sheer size of them in the flesh, as well as the half-inch jut of her candy-pink nipples shocked me. Her slim waist spread down into a pair of wigglesome, hourglass hips, and a gently sloped tummy in front launched a round, expansive rear end in back. I already knew her big, well-curved legs looked great in stockings, as I'd often seen her all dolled up to go meet the men she called her clients, but that first time I spied on her, they were bare naked. They looked better that way.

All she had on at all was a pair of black high-heeled pumps. They made the muscles in her calves plump up like apples. Her feet were planted firmly about two feet apart. Her skin was (and is) peach-toned and smooth all over.

My brain still hadn't stopped fizzling over her nude, voluptuous perfection when her penis registered. Her hand was moving on it, and she appeared to be enjoying herself very much.

  I blanked. I knew what women were supposed to have down there, and I knew that wasn't it. She was erect, and its size staggered me; it projected about a foot from her womanly belly and filled her hand like the fat part of a beer bottle. She was uncircumcised, like me, and her foreskin alternately covered and uncovered a reddish-pink bell-shaped head as she pulled back and forth. The skin shone as it rippled over her ridges with each slow, luxurious stroke. Her large balls rocked with the movements of her hand.

My mother didn’t notice me at first. She stared at the mirror in a deep trance. Her free hand roamed around caressing herself with light, brushlike strokes of her fingertips—now touching her belly, now her neck, and now squeezing a breast and pulling a nipple. Her lips were pursed in a tiny smile, like she was blowing her reflection a kiss. She had an excited flush on her cheeks as she admired herself through slitted eyes. Her other hand never stopped pumping up and down the length of that big, impossible member.

“Cunt,” she said in a low, throaty croon.

I nearly jumped a foot. She was muttering to her reflection. “Cunt...fuck...oh, beautiful...suck it...slut...fuck, suck, cummmm...”

I realized my jaw had fallen. Mom never swore. She would dock me a portion of my allowance if I cussed within earshot of her. Hearing these dirty words drip from her mouth with such lascivious relish was almost as shocking as the fact of her penis.

She retrieved a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor by the bedside. She lay down on the deep shag carpet with her head and shoulders propped on the pillow so she could watch herself in the mirror.

  She spread her legs and resuming playing with herself. My mind blanked again at the sight of my mother's vagina. That, at least, was where it should have been. It was hidden by her big ball-sack at first, but when she began lifting and pulling and fondling her balls, all was revealed. There was nothing between her testicles and her vulva but unbroken skin.

My young mind refused to process it at first. Mom's vagina was pink and open and juicy. She fingered it, reaching under her balls to rub the little hooded nub at the top of the oval, which I would later learn was her clitoris. Then she thrust her fingers in and out in the same rhythm she pumped her penis. Her fingers came out wet.

“Ah yes,” Mom sighed as her dirty talk began again. “Fuck...yes, yes, make me come. Oh, let's make me come. Yessssss. Come. Fuck. Oh yes, come with me, come...come.”

The husky way she spoke was incredibly sexy.

I was embarrassingly ignorant about sex in those days. This was a long time ago, well

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