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Subject: {ASSM} I'll be a Mommy's Uncle! [5/6] (Fm,Ff,ff,incest, mom, son, role reversal)
Date: Wed,  9 Jul 2003 07:10:07 -0400
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I'll be a Mommy's Uncle!  (5/6)

by DiscipleN
Copyright (c) 2003, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.

Multiple codes represent the characters' gender quandaries. Otherwise,
the story is a slow strip tease for incestuous, power transgression
fans.

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--- 5 ---

This crystal period caught its first crack weeks later. I turned
twelve, and for an entire day, mother acted as if she were the kind of
mother I was to my little girl. She took me out to celebrate in child
style. We saw a movie and ate ice cream in a parlor and danced at a
street festival and rode on roller coasters and rode our bicycles. It
was my best birthday, ever. That day was the peak of our joyous new
lives. My stomach was full, my legs were tired, and my head was filled
with contentment. When night fell and we rested on the couch sharing a
coffee table book about race cars (one of my birthday presents),
mother asked if there were anything else she might do for her birthday
boy before he had to go to bed.

"Yes mother, but I don't think you'll like me if I asked you." I
answered meekly.

Mother was no fool. She guessed what dangerous ground I would tread
upon. "Then don't ask me." She said seriously. "Just say it."

"I want my sweet little girl, my darling daughter to wish me happy
birthday." I said.

She was quiet for a moment. Then she began to sniff and whimper. Her
eyes doled out painful drops of water, and then she let loose a flood.
Mother's adult morals still wanted to eradicate the sick alter-ego
that claimed her life once a week. Although her mind had made a truce
with itself, that truce was dependent upon the right day. My birthday
hadn't occurred on a Saturday.

"Honey, please try to forget about her. Today was the first time I let
myself be like her without being her. I know we can let her go, if
only you'll help me."

If my mother had been talking to another adult, she might have
convinced me, but a twelve year old boy, even one who had tasted
parental responsibility, is hardly very adult. Her tears moved me, but
my own youthful selfishness prevailed. I didn't say anything. I just
reached for my mom and began to unbutton her dress.

She turned slightly at my touch, hoping her flinch would give me
pause. I did not. Her sobs grew to shudders, although her tears
lessened. I wanted my daughter's blessings on this day, and I would
not be denied.

I had trouble with the small, tight buttons on her blouse, but by the
third one, it's difficulty lessened. I revealed the top of her bra and
I continued. Already my youthful cock responded. I had to gulp
mouthfuls of drool forming under my tongue. Her blouse fell fully open
and I knew again the full mounds that filled it. I reached around,
beneath her top and hugged her covered breasts while I sought the
clasp behind the. I had considerable more trouble unlatching it, but
as I fumbled behind my mother's back, I felt her shudders take a new
form. At the time I didn't know it, but my white shirt was stimulating
her tits through the bra's thick material. She was helpless to fight
me or her body's reactions. It was a critical moment for her. During
her transition from prudish mother to innocent girl, there was a time
when she was neither. It was not a true personality but an amalgam. To
become innocent, she needed to unwrap the binds of her strictness, but
before she reverted to a girl, she had to cross that gap of years. In
the middle, I found my chance of a lifetime.

Before I knew that I had succeeded, her bra clasp unsnapped and the
two cones pressing into my young chest slackened. I felt the full
softness of her titties behind them. Only they were fully soft. Two
hard points jabbed through the now slack material. Before I attempted
to fully remove both bra and blouse, I had to see my mother's erect
nipples. I drew back and lifted the cream colored breast pockets.
Mother grew tense, realizing her transformation had been interrupted.
Before either of her personalities could decide to rebuke me, I fell
to her titty and sucked in the hard knob crowning it. At the same
time, I came in my pants.

Mother's breath quickened and suddenly she was aware of feelings she
had never before experienced. She had never felt the joy of
breastfeeding. Her strict nature had required that I be bottle raised.
These new feelings took time to examine and classify the evilness of
their nature. My arms returned around her waist, and I hugged her and
hugged her as I sucked on her tit. My cock spurted time and again,
until she finally tore away from me and fled to her room.

I waited on the couch, for there was no where to run from her certain
wrath. Yet when she did not appear, I went to her room and knocked
once.

"I'm sorry mommy. Please forgive me."

"It's late Calvin. Goodnight." was all she said. I heard nothing else
through her tall door. Eventually, I washed out the wetness in my
groin and and went to bed.

Mother's puritan ethics returned with a vengence. For an entire month,
she worked me and herself to the point of exhaustion. She never
allowed either of us enough energy to escape. Only when she collapsed,
hoeing our fully replanted garden did we both rest.  I helped her to
her bed and fell asleep beside her.

When I awoke, I was already dressed in her black clothes. My shirt and
pants had been stripped prior to changing me. From the electric clock
on her chest of drawers, I learned nearly a day had passed. I heard a
rustling nearby and turned my head. Mother sat fully naked in her
chair at her dressing table. She was brushing her long hair in the
mirror. She saw me rise from the bed in its reflection.

"Oh mother, come look what I found!" She eclaimed and twisted around
in her seat.

I moaned lightly and dropped my bare feet to the carpet. Stabilizing
myself on the mattress, I stood. I didn't answer her, stunned by my
daughter's sudden reappearance. Still sleepy headed, I walked slowly
to her.

She looked up at me with a smile, her hand waved at a row of glitering
things on mother's dresser. There were lipsticks, and earings, and
powders, and tints, and bracelets and broaches. There was a necklace
of beautiful fake diamonds and one of real perls. There were brushes
and files and combs and clippers. I'd never seen such luxury before.
Mother must have hidden these jewels away, unable to bear their evil
influence, yet unable to destroy their beautiful pleasures. Up until
that time, I'd seen only a plain hairbrush there or a damp washcloth.
The rich mahogony wood came alive from so many gold and silver and
black cases.

For the first time, I noticed that my naked girl had already sampled
the fruits from the collection. She wore a small gold chain around her
neck and had applied a light red blush to her cheeks, possibly to hide
her real blush behind it.

"Mother, I want you to look beautiful for me, today." She informed me
and very quickly she stood and guided me to her seat, supporting me
once when I tripped on her skirt.

"You want me to wear this stuff?" I asked incredulous. I sat down
before I had decided what to make of this situation.

The little girl next to me laughed and leaned closer. She raised a
tube of lipstick and pressed it to my face.

Every nuance of my past assault on her was repaid three times. I
fidgited, flounced, and sneezed, but before the stronger girl let me
up, I was marked, hilighted, primped and dusted. I watched the mirror,
dumbstruck and trapped, as my face took on unnatural colors and
exaggerated lines. All in all it was a mess. My crayon drawings all
looked better than my daughter's latest masterpiece. The poor results
were really all my fault. If I had remained calm and still, who knows
how I might have turned out? Yet for all of the nighmarish enhancement
of my boyish feminity, my daughter looked extremely pleased with
herself.

"There, you're perfect." She beamed and hugged me, careful not to rub
any of her beautiful, pale skin against my face. I was free then, free
to rush to the bathroom and scrub every streak off, but all I did was
stand and return her hug. My daughter had returned to me and she had
forgiven me.

We spent the rest of the day, it was a Thursday, cavorting around the
house like to best friends. I remember then I began to take more
seriously my duties as mother. I began to give advice when I thougt
her girlish antics were too ridiculous.

"Don't take more than you can eat!" I told her at lunch. She had piled
on her plate enough cookies to make both of us sick. I made her a ham
sandwich and returned most of the cookies to the jar. For myself, I
ate only one cookie with my sandwich and glass of milk.

That afternoon, mother and I were rolling around the floor, pretending
we were trees in the forest, newly felled by the lumberjack. We bumped
into each other and yelled together, "Log jam!" We laughed.

Then the big, little girl rolled into me again, her tits flying around
and smacking in to my hip. I grabbed them only out of defense to push
them away, but my own sexual protrubance had other ideas. I was as
hard as ever, and although she and I had been ignoring it all day, I
couldn't help but make the connection. My boner wanted to make a real
connection. I fell instantly silent while mother's body continued to
bump into my own.

"Log jam!" She shrieked playfully, until she realized my hands hadn't
let go. They were pressing into her breasts, and they started kneading
them. She grew quiet also, and flashed me a warning look.

I let go.

"Maybe we should get ready for bed." I told her.

"Okay," She agreed, solemnly. "First I have to clean your face. You
have to use the right stuff. Soap and water aren't good enough."

She let me to her room, and sat me before her dressing table. Then she
suprised me once more. She left me and went to her closet. From
within, she grabbed a nightgown and quickly slid it over her full,
naked body. It was a silky film of amber that clung to her breasts and
hips like a shimmering force field. I'd never realized that clothes
could make my dick harder than could perfect nakedness. Returning to
me, she opened a drawer and withdrew several face cloths.

On the table before me were a couple different jars of cold cream. She
opened them and proceed very carefully to remove the horrible makeup
that coated my face. Already, some of the colorful goop had been wiped
way on the furniture and the carpet and bathtowels. Already, I was
dreading the return of my mother, after she found those messes. My
daughter was very throrough, and I didn't budge until she had removed
every last speck.

My face was now clean and clear, just a boy's indistinguishable
features again, but my little girl wasn't finished with her mother.
She stepped away from me and went to her bed. With a little hop she
bounced on it's soft covers and twisted around. She slid to the edge
and sat up.

"Mommy, would you come here for me?" She patted the quilt's wrinkles
beside her.

Only slightly wary, I got up and sat down next to her dazzling figure.

She blushed deeply and tried very hard to look at me. I'd never seen
my daughter so shy before.  "Mommy, can I ask you something?"

"Uh-huh, sure honey." I shrugged, continuing to look through the
gossamer glint of her nighty.

"Why do you have one of those?" Her nose wrinkled and she pulled her
lips away from my direction.

"Have what?" I looked at my empty hands.

"No, that!" She pouted and and pointed. She pointed right at my
tenting penis.

It was my turn to get flustered. "Oh, um. Gosh, I..." I didn't know
what to say. I had just assumed that my jutting dick was off-limits to
our pretending. Except for the fact that I jacked off like crazy when
my mother's naked body had been put back into her adult mind, I'd
tried really hard not to think about it during our games.

What could I say. I was her son, and son's had cocks! I wasn't a
mommy, really. Then all of a sudden, it occured to me, what if I was
her mommy, and I tried to imagine what it would mean if I was only
pretending to be a boy.

I shook my head from the painful morass my brain had entered. That
would have been pure insanity. My daughter's question remained. She
was still pointing at the tall lump in my skirt, her blush deepening.
I had to say something.

"Mommy doesn't know what it is either." Denial was always better than
discussion, in a pinch.

"Can I look at it?" Was her next question. She hardly flinched before
asking it.

I'm still amazed that I didn't shoot two balls full of cum into her
black dress, right then. Here was the tantalizing full figure of my
mother, all of her charms present, if thinly veiled. I was her son
with a hard-on desperately trying to resist her innocent beauty. My
cock jerked and I gulped noisily. "Golly, um I-I... okay." I shifted
away from her slightly, but I turned my hips in her direction. The
skirt drew farther up on the bedspread.

My daughter deftly lifted the edge of my skirt, and I felt it's soft
weave brush up along my leg as she pulled it away. The peak standing
firm in my loins tilted as she seperated cloth from flesh.   With a
gentle toss, she flung the long piece of linen away and exposed my
naked manhood.

"It looks like a cock, mommy." She put a sharp emphasis on the word,
cock.

I could only sit there like a doctor's patient being examined.

"I don't like cocks." My daughter almost spit when she said it. She
raised up to her full sitting height and waited for my response.

"You wouldn't hurt it, would you?" I grew understandably concerned.

"I don't know, mommy. Would it hurt me?" She spoke gravely. "All the
other ones hurt me. I just don't like them. Why can't you have a
cunny, like me?" She asked her final question, and to add emphasis she
raised one leg higher on the bed and turned her wide hips towards me.
She lifted the end of her nightgown and for the first time, I saw the
shape of her sex.

I wanted to cum, looking at the beautiful, dark lips peeking out at
the base of her pubic hair. My cock thumped between my legs and my
balls churned, but something inside me clamped down like a vise. I
knew I'd never have another chance to look upon it if I didn't say
exactly the right thing.

"Sometimes, honey, God has reason to confuse us." I told her, but
there was more I had to say. "We only have what we are given and
should always try to make the best of it. Um, you see it doesn't
really matter if you have a pretty cunny, and I have a mean ol' penis.
What matters is what you do with it. I promise you - your mommy will
never hurt you with her cock. I'll aways let you tell me what I can
and cannot do with it. Can you promise me something too?"

My daughter was plainly overwelmed that I had learned the lesson that
she once had, as my mother, mentioned to me. "What do you want me to
promise?" But even as a little girl, my mother was wise enough to not
offer her son a blank check.

"Can you promise that you'll let your mommy play with her cock, when
she plays with you. I've already promised I'll never let it hurt you."

The person before me sat quietly while she considered my request. I
saw her eyes change several times, between innocent and knowing.

"I shouldn't..." She spoke, not yet done with her thoughts. "But I bet
I couldn't stop you no matter how much I wanted. After all, you are
the mommy, and I'm just your poor little girl."

At the words 'poor little girl' my body unclenched and cum burst forth
from my rampant flesh. The first white rope shot out across our open
loins and splashed on her farther leg. Mother flinched at my sudden
ejaculation, but this time she willed herself to remain passive. The
second jet hit her squarly in her tangled triangle of dark fur. One
rivulet of incestuous sperm dripped down to her pussy. The warm liquid
tickled her and she shivered, while the rest of my juice spurted in
weaker and weaker shots onto my upended skirt. The now, not so
innocent little girl swiped her fingers up her crotch and caught my
dripping cum. She wiped her hand on our skirt.

"I guess that wasn't too bad, but it's awful sticky stuff." My
daughter frowned and stood up carefully. She wandered into the
bathroom to clean up.

After the powerful orgasm subsided, I sat numb, unable to leave my
mom's bed. Only when she returned and sneaked under the covers did she
speak to me. "Mommy, please turn the lights out when you go."

I left and turned out the lights.


To Be Continued...

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