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Not what it seems

Although I had just crossed my teens I was very religious. And I was very vocal about it. Among other things I was concerned about the ‘unholy’ way in which the younger generation were working at relationships. Homosexuality, live in relationships, the works. I personally was for keeping your chastity until marriage - which also was for keeps - ‘until death do you part’. Our community was a small, closed one. My father died when I had just finished school. My mother was offered his job in the local school and was hence able to easily take care of the household expenses. It was a pretty uneventful life in the village. Soon I finished my degree and got a job. I went to office in the city a drive of half an hour early in the morning and came back late in the evening.
It was sometime back that Mary came to stay in the place. She was working in a NGO firm and had been transferred there. She wanted a small area for rent and since my house was a large one with a separate section upstairs we gave it rented it out to her. In three month’s time she and my mother became best buddies. Maybe because both were widows. And there were only a few years’ difference between them.
I was early home on a fine summer’s day and my mother was away for two days on a study tour with her students. The doorbell rang and it was our tenant. Although she was probably in her late thirties she was remarkably good and young looking. The skin was perfect, the figure hourglass. A handsome oval face was framed by the most luxurious hair. More than that she was very very sensual. In spite of myself and my stands on things sexual I felt drawn to her when I met her and I had a stir in my groins. So generally I used to avoid her like the plague. And talked to her only when my mother was around. Today she was wearing just a nightdress that barely covered her knees.
“Hi, could you help me please? There is something wrong with the shower in my bathroom. I am not able to open the tap. Could you please take a look at it?”
“I don’t know anything about plumbing. I don’t think I will be able to help you”
“Actually I feel it is just that it is stuck. Only I don’t have the strength to open it. Maybe you could make a try” If that was true I could do it. I had a half foot advantage over her. Besides she was very fragile and feminine while I was all muscles from years of work out in the gym. But I was not sure I would be able to prevent embarrassing myself in her bedroom let alone in such a close space as her bathroom. But I couldn’t keep on saying no without trying could I? So I chose to play for time so that I could compose myself.
“Actually I was going to have a cup of coffee”
“Good. I would also like one. I will help you. I know the place well” So saying she moved towards the kitchen and I was left staring at her beautiful round buttocks swaying to her walk.
I reached the kitchen to find her taking sugar and coffee from the overhead cupboard. Since she had been at home and maybe about to take a bath she was not wearing a bra and her round firm boobs were silhouetted against the light. When it stretched out the nipples pushed at the fabric. She caught me looking at her and flushing I turned my eyes away.
“When will your mother be back?” she asked
“She is gone on a trip with the kids”
“Yes, I know. She told me”
“Early morning, day after”
“Oh. So you are alone for two days. I will make dinner and breakfast for you”
“Don’t bother”
“It is not a bother. It is a pleasure. Only you will have to come up. I am more comfortable in my kitchen.”
“I don’t know when I usually am back from office”
“Today you are anyway here.”
“Yes, but I was planning to go out” It was a lie, but I was running scared.
“Where?”
“To the church. There is a talk on morality. Against gay marriages, pre nuptial relations, live in arrangements, divorce, the like”
“It is unusual to find strong views on such serious topics among youngsters”
“The fact is that there is a great deal of moral depravity in the present generation”
“But is gay marriage a moral depravity? How does it influence the society?’
“It is against the laws of nature. And you see many of the homosexuals are into drugs and stuff”
“But what about feelings?”
“What about it?”
“If you feel like making love to a male for example? Or you feel that you are a woman in a male body?”
“That is all rubbish. It is all excuses for doing whatever you want to do. It is just a sort of illicit excitement. A high you feel for doing something that you are not supposed to do”
“Is it? But you have not answered my question. What will you do?”
“First of all I won’t feel it. Even then I know it is not natural. I will control myself”
“Ok. Point taken.” By this time we had finished our teas. “Now will you help me out?” I took a pipe wrench and walked up with her. I could see her bottom directly in front of me and realized that she was wearing just a G-string. Now, this was going to be extremely tricky.
We entered the bathroom and in one wrench the pipe opened and the shower spat out water. Only we were standing directly under it and both were drenched before we could turn it off.
“Oh, I am sorry” said Mary “You can change your dress. I have a bathrobe with me which you can use.”
“No, it is OK” I said trying to back out. But she was right behind me blocking the exit.
“No, no” she said pulling my t-shirt over my head even before I could realize what was happening. And in another quick movement she had my pajama bottoms also half way down. I was so shocked with what was happening that I did not even offer a token resistance. My member was sticking out underneath my briefs and I was embarrassed. But Mary was not. She pulled down the briefs and took my member in her hand and started stroking it.
“Wow. You have such a nice thing here. I think you should change your philosophy. So many guys and girls would love to work on this piece of meat. You should live to please people.”
“Ooh” was the only sound I could make as she expertly kneaded my pecker. Then with her loose hand she pulled off her own dress hardly breaking contact with my member. I stared fascinated at her perfect boobs. It was neither too big or too small. The perfect cup had a small areola and nipples that stood out. She then brought my mouth against it and I could not resist the temptation. I started sucking and licking at it. I hadn’t known that licking somebody else’s boobs could give you such a high. While I worked on one with my mouth my hand went up on its own accord and started playing with the other. My conscience was engaged in a losing battle with my libido. And instincts were taking over my rational side.
It was then she caught hold of my hand and pushed it down to the space between her legs. I got the shock of my life. She had a pecker which was standing up erect all ready for my ministrations. It was small but it definitely was a masculine member. I took my mouth off her breast and tried to struggle free. She held on to my member in one swift motion was kneeling before me taking it into her mouth.
“This is not right” I said breezily, but half heartedly. I was confused as to how to respond and her mouth was working magic down under. She was sucking like crazy, scraping my glans with her teeth. While she worked it with her hand she licked sucked at my balls. Then she licked at the underside of my penis working along the vein there. Soon I was reaching a point of no return. I closed my eyes, panting hard as waves of pleasure hit me. I was soon pumping my load into a mouth for the first time in my life. And that too into that of a transvestite! She accepted the whole load expertly licking the cock dry. I sat down wearily on the potty.
“Now you know that there are feelings that you can’t control” Mary said bringing her mouth down to my face nibbling at my nose, my earlobes, sucking at my neck. “Actually, if you don’t mind, I would like to be your lover. I will look after you I will pleasure you like nobody can.” she said that as she planted her mouth on mine and her tongue snaked inside playing with mine. I felt a salty taste of my own cum. And it excited me beyond anything so that slowly I felt my member stirring again. She stood up, removed her panties in one deft motion and offered her member to my mouth. I was like a thirsty man in the desert. I caught hold of her magnificent ass pushing the small member further into my mouth. Imitating her I started working on it. After sometime she shivered as orgasms smashed into her and she too unloaded a small amount of warm salty liquid into my mouth. She pulled out her member and walked to the door.
“I will get you that bathrobe” she said.
When I entered the bedroom she was walking toward me jay naked. She held out the bathrobe.
“Here” she said. But she looked so adorable and desirable and I was feeling so horny that instead of taking the bathrobe, I pulled her by the hand into my arms. Soon we were locked in a steamy embrace, hands moving over each other, tongues fighting for supremacy. I pushed her down on the bed. Then hesitated.
“Put it into me.” She said. I pushed, slowly. It went in partway. I saw the pain in her face and stopped.
“Don’t stop. Go ahead” she said. I pushed harder and it went in almost fully. Slowly I began to push in and out. After the first few pushes she started to relax and was soon pushing back in abandon.
“You see I am actually not a female, but a transgender. In fact I have not had an operation to remove my male genitals but I have had hormone therapy. When we started living together my boyfriend was very crazy about me. But over the years the fervor came down and we are now separated. I believe he is now living together with a straight female. But that is his private matter” we were lying side by side playing with each other’s peckers.
“I don’t know how anybody can leave you”
“That is what he also said in the early days. But men being men didn’t want to be tied down to a shemale. I was also not mature enough to give him his freedom”
“What do you mean?”
“I would love to be with you. But if you want to make love with some female I would not prevent it. Although it would be nice if you were discrete about it.” A deep emotion filled me and I crushed her in my arms kissing with abandon.
“I would also like to be with you. But my mother may not like it”
“What about her? Since we are in the same house we can make time for each other without her knowing it. Even if she suspects she won’t say a thing, I am sure”
“I am game.” I said and we celebrated the agreement with a long langorous session of love making.
Another day I came home earlier than usual. When I reached the steps I found there was Mary’s footwear on the mat. I opened the door with my key and was about to call out to them when I heard their conversation. Knowing that eavesdroppers never heard good about themselves I decided to eaves drop anyway as they seemed not to have noticed me.
“I didn’t want to do anything behind your back” Mary was saying, “that is why I am telling you all this”
“Oh, thanks. But I also have a secret to tell you. I am not his biological mother. His mother was a druggie who died of an overdose. I looked after him since he was just over a year old. Since he looked so like his father and I have an eighteen year advantage over him nobody noticed.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh. But the only problem has been since his father’s death”
“What is that?”
“He is so damn handsome and virile and so like his father I have had unwanted feelings towards him for a long time. As long as his father was alive I could control it. But living so close together, alone with him and knowing that he is not really my son, my libido is asking me to do things I am not supposed to do”
“And you still want to make love to him?”
“Yes I do. But I don’t know how he will take it if I make a move on him. But now that you are in the picture I suppose I will back off. Transgender or otherwise you have my freedom to make love to him”
“You are not possessive?”
“Why should I? I am not even sure whether he would want to make love to me even when he knows the circumstances”
“He will love it. I am sure. Look at us. For three months we have been together. We never had such an open chat before. And we never realized each other’s feelings”
“I don’t know. But you have my clearance for making love to him”
I slowly opened the front door again and then banged it shut.
“How are you, love?” I shouted out. “Who is with you?” I turned the corner and they came to view
“Oh, it is you, Mary. How are you?” I said plopping down on the sofa where there was space, between them. As usual my mom, no, make that step-mom was if nothing straight forward.
“She says she wants to make love to you. You have my permission” she said and went into the kitchen.
I leaned towards Mary and pulled her into my arms “I heard all that you said” I whispered into her ear. “Let us surprise my step-mom”
When she came back Mary was sitting alone in the sofa “You have not started? Where is Dick?” she asked putting glasses of chocolate in front of her and straightening.
“We were waiting for you” said Mary. I had crept up behind her. She turned around right into my arms. She looked up and her eyes widened as I brought my lips down on hers. We came up for air and then I pulled her down plopping her on the sofa between us.
“Started what?” I asked
“Making love” she said a little breathlessly.
“It needs some preliminaries. Would you please help us out?” I said and almost in unison taking her hands and putting them on our distended jeans.
“Oh sure” she said unzipping both our jeans. Then she inserted her hand into our underwear and started massaging our pricks.
Like Mary promised nobody has been able to pleasure me like she does and I have been leading a contended life pleasuring them back. Now everybody is envious of my mother and pities me saying that the poor bugger is so mindful of his responsibilities to his mother that he does not even go for dates let alone have a steady girlfriend or plans of marriage. Me, I don’t think I will tire of the responsibility of ‘looking’ after my mother and Mary.

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