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 Chapter Two (If you haven't read Chapter One, this will make no sense to
you.)

   I'd been staying in the little cottage on Gosnold Street for three
weeks. The cottage was perfect, as I knew it would be.  Separated from the
main house by overgrown hedges, it had one small bedroom, an acceptable
bath, a decent sitting room and kitchen combined.  The price was $100 a
week, top dollar for the time.  I'd made a deal and prepaid $800 for the
season.  Tommy had become a constant companion.  It was a surprise when
Tommy's mom showed up for the weekend.  My own mother.  And damned if she
didn't look hot.

   "Uncle Tommy," young Tommy called to me - he'd begun calling me Uncle
when others were around, his own idea - "My Mom's here for the weekend.  I
want you to meet her."

   "Is that what you really want, Tommy?" I asked.  "Do you want me to meet
her or do you want me to fuck her like I fuck you?" The boy thought about
it for a minute.

   "I'd like you to fuck her, sir.  I'd like you to be my real Dad so we
can be together always." The boy had fallen deeply in love with me as I
knew he would.  I could never go back to my time again so it was perfect
for me as well.  Call it narcissism to the max.  I was in love with my own
self 50 years younger.  And now I could probably fuck my mother when she
was now about 25 years younger than me.  I knew she was easy.  A few
highballs and she'd do just about anything.

   "Pleased to meet you, Janet.  Tommy's told me all about you." The woman
blushed, wondering if he had actually done that.  I knew her thoughts, I
knew she was wondering if he'd told me about her touching him, about her
dressing him in her party clothes, about her letting him walk around the
house in her panties and high heels, about her masturbating herself and
tonguing his pink asshole when he got his crazy moods.  She stood before me
wearing a blue halter top and matching shorts, her legs and feet bare, her
toe nails a bright red that matched her lipstick, things common to the
times.  She almost curtsied before she got control of herself.

   "You, too, Mr....." she trailed off, not knowing my last name.  In fact,
none of them knew it, none had ever asked.  It was time for my bombshell.

   "Priestly, Tommy Priestly" I waited for the reaction.

   "Tommy Priestly!" She was stunned.  "That's my son's name.  Tommy
Priestly."

   "No kidding?" I asked, trying to look surprised.  "I thought Tommy's
last name was Waggoner."

   "No, Waggoner is my maiden name.  Tommy's dad was a Priestly."

   "No wonder I never connected the name.  What a coincidence." I felt my
dick jump a little looking at her.  I'd not seen her naked, well, I hadn't
seen her naked since I was a kid." How hilarious!  That was going to change
this weekend.  "Look Tommy and I had planned to go out to dinner tonight.
Can we make it a family affair?" Affair!  That was exactly what I had in
mind.

   "You and Tommy were going out together?" Apparently nobody had told her
that Tommy slept with me most of the time and that we were always together.




   "Yes, ma'am," Tommy spoke up.  "Uncle Tommy and I do everything
together. I love him, Mom." I wondered how that would sit with his Mom, my
Mom.  I was pleased with her reaction.  She looked at me with an almost
blank expression then tears welled up in her eyes.

   "I didn't think he would ever love another man, Mr.  Tommy.  He lost his
father and they were very close." I took her in my arms and held her to me.
She was on the edge of sobbing.  I held her tightly against me, feeling her
firm breast pressing into my chest.

   "You can trust me, Janet.  I have fallen in love with your son; I think
I have always wanted to be with him.  I feel as if I have known him all his
life." I struggled to keep from bursting out laughing at my honesty.  What
irony.  I pulled her more tightly to me, reached up to her chin, raised her
face to mine and kissed her red lips.

   If you saw Back to the Future where Marty McFly kissed his mother and
neither felt passion, I am here to tell you that was totally false.  The
flame of passion was instant with my mother.  The whore in her sprang forth
instantly.  Maybe it was due to her sexual desire for me as a child, maybe
it was wanton lust, but our tongues reached out for each other and we
ground our crotches like dogs.  Little Tommy watched in awe, his hand
groping his own hard little dick watching us.

   Suddenly she stepped back, "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr.  Tommy...  I didn't
mean to do that." She brushed her fingers across my lips as if to wipe off
her kisses.  I grabbed her hand and pressed her fingers to my lips and
kissed them.

   "You did what came natural, Janet.  You did what felt right.  You feel
the same thing I did, the same desire.  We don't know what the attraction
is, but I felt it instantly with Tommy, I feel it instantly with you." Once
again, I was telling the truth.  "We" didn't know, only I did.  I was going
to fuck and dominate my mother.

   "Tommy and I are headed out on a few errands right now, Janet.  Why
don't you relax a bit and get ready for tonight.  I want you to wear
something special that I am going to buy for you.  Will you do that?"

   "You're going to buy me a present?" she was stunned.  "Why?"

   "Because you are Tommy's mother and the three of us are going to be very
close.  You already feel that, don't you?" I know she needed to be told
what to do.  I would treat her exactly as her dead husband, my father, had
treated her.  It was what she craved...  don't make me think, don't make me
make decisions, tell me when to piss, tell me what to say.  I'll do
whatever you want.  My mother was a submissive little whore and I was going
to enjoy doing all those things I had wanted to do when I was Tommy's age.
And he would, too.

   "Yes, Mr.  Tommy.  I do," she admitted.  "I'll do whatever you want... I
mean I'll wear whatever you want me to wear." My dick jumped.  I almost
reached to pull her head down to suck it right then and don't know for sure
why I didn't.  I should have, I guess.  I took Tommy's hand and lead him
outside where our bikes rested against my cottage.  I pulled his face to
mine and kissed his perfect lips.

   "Are you sure you want me to be your Dad, Tommy?  Do you want me to fuck
your Mother like I fuck you?"

   "Oh, yes, Daddy.  I want you to fuck her, I want you do everything to
her.  I want us to be together forever." I reached down and fondled his
little dick through his thin cotton shorts.  I knew he was wearing panties
as I had put them on him that morning myself, then licked his hard little
dick through the white nylon material.

   "And I want you to be more of a girl, Tommy.  Will that be OK with your
mother?" He didn't know that I knew he dressed like a girl with her.  "I
want you to become a girl, to live as a girl.  Do you want that, too?"

   "More than anything, Daddy.  I am already your little girl.  Mommy will
understand.  She knows I should have been a girl.  I want to be a girl,
Daddy.  I want you to give me a baby and be my daddy and my husband." I
smiled at the boy, the horny sex crazed little girl trapped in a beautiful
boy's body.  It was what I had wanted all my life.  Now I could do
everything I had wanted.

   Tommy and I rode out bikes the mile into town.  We first went to a soda
shop and had milkshakes.  We walked Main Street holding hands and laughing
at our good fortune.  We stopped and looked in the windows at the Puritan
Shop.  There in the window I saw what I wanted my mother to wear.  It was a
basic black dress except it was white.  Spaghetti straps, not too low cut,
and very short.  I would not let her wear a bra or panties with it -
nothing but the dress and sandals.  At 5"5", she was tall enough and almost
exactly the same size as Tommy.

   "I want you to try it on for your Mommy, son."

   "Will they let me?"

   I called over a clerk and explained that my boy and his mother were the
same size, that I wanted to buy her the dress but needed him to see if it
would fit her or not.  The girl laughed, but said, "Sure.  If you can get
him to do it!" Little did she know.

   Tommy took the dress into a fitting room.  He held it against himself
and looked in the mirror, his little dick growing harder by the second. 
Alone in the room, he removed his shirt, his shorts, his panties and looked
at himself naked in the mirror, then held the pretty white frock up in
front of him.  He almost came.  "Put it on," I called from outside.  "I
want to see if it fits," I lied.  I really wanted to see the boy in a
dress.

   "I can't zip it up, Daddy.  I need help." Hearing his plea, I nodded and
went in.  He had his back to me, the dress totally unzipped.  I turned him
to me and kissed him as I ran my hand down his back, down to feel the crack
of his ass.  I realized he was naked under the dress.  I went down to my
knees and lifted the dress front.  His perfect little dick stood straight
up as I took it in my mouth and caressed it with my tongue.  "Make me cum,
Daddy, make me cum now." He put his hands behind my head and shoved my face
into him, humping my mouth hard.  "This makes me so hot." I could feel his
boyish juices splashing against my throat as he shuddered hard.  After a
moment he regained his composure and asked, "Do you like me in a dress,
Daddy?" It was the boy's first dress and he looked like a beautiful young
woman.

   "Yes, Tommy.  You are a beautiful girl." He smiled broadly.  "Now change
back into your clothes.  We'll buy this for your mother." I watched the
child removed the dress carefully.  He then ran his dick all over the
inside of the top.

   "I want to know that my dick has been where Mommy's tits will be."

   "Do you want to see your Mommy naked, son?  Do you want to fuck her?" I
doubted he would tell me the truth but I knew the answer.  The boy smiled,
and only nodded, his throat choked up so tightly he couldn't speak.

   That evening, the three of us headed out to dine at one of the Cape's
finest restaurants, a charming old place I knew of in Chatham.  Tommy wore
a new pair of shorts we bought, a clean pair of lace panties, and a Polo
shirt.  Janet wore the white dress with nothing beneath.  It had taken me
to order her to remove them twice before she consented.  It was her first
time in public to not wear panties.  She would get accustomed to it in the
future.  I wore the traditional Cape Cod summer uniform - shorts, polo
shirt, and a sweater draped over my shoulders.  We dined on lobster, clams,
margaritas, and white wine.  Tommy drank 2 glasses of wine.  I wanted him
as drunk as his mother.  Two margaritas and two glasses of wine and after
dinner liquor .  She was blitzed, just like she needed to be to really be a
whore.  By the time we left, we were singing and swaying, her sandals left
behind in the bar, her handbag long forgotten (I actually picked it up for
her) and her arms around both her young son and her older than her son.

   In the rented car, I told Tommy to sit in back, told Janet to sit
sideways in the front seat, her bare feet in my lap.  "Lift up, Janet. 
Pull your dress up to your waist.  I want to see your pussy.  Spread your
legs." She did as she was told.  "Tommy, lean up, look how beautiful your
mother is." He draped his arms over the front seat, looking at his mother's
exposed legs, his eyes moving up to see her flat tummy and her hairy cunt.
I'd have to teach her to shave as no one did so back then.

   "Janet, show your beautiful body to us.  Take off your dress." She did
not hesitate.  Tommy reached behind her and unzipped his mother's dress and
helped her pull it off over her head.  She sat there naked, her sons
admiring their whore mother.  I passed her a half pint of bourbon I had
bought as we left the restaurant.  "Drink this down, Janet.  " She did as
she was told.  "Tommy, take off your clothes, too.  We're going to walk
naked on the beach."

   We pulled into the sandy parking lot of Chatham Lighthouse Beach and
walked south away from congestion.  Neither Janet or Tommy seems the least
bit concerned that they were naked.  At the southern sandy spit, we
stopped. In the moonlight I would see the cool breeze had made mom's
nipples stand erect.  Little Tommy's dick was just as hard and he pressed
against his mother's side.  We lay in the sand, the three of us naked,
huddled together for warmth.

   "Kiss your Mother, Tommy.  Kiss her mouth, kiss her breasts.  Feel her
warm pussy, son.  Enjoy your mother." She lay there totally abandoned to
every order I gave, totally submissive to her sons, one she knew was her 15
year old boy, the other totally unknown to her.  How could she know that a
man 25 years older than her was her son?

   "You want your son to fuck you, don't you?" I asked.

   "Is that what you want?" she asked.

   "Tommy, you want to fuck your mother, don't you?" Without answering, the
boy mounted his mother.  She spread her bare legs for her boy.  Their faces
melded into a passionate kiss as she brought her legs up in the air,
opening her cunt for her own son's hard penis.  He entered her.

   "Oh, Mommy," he moaned as he felt the warmth of her inner folds.  The
child had never felt anything so comforting as his own mother's pussy.  He
didn't know what to do.  He lay there for a moment in heaven then slowly
began to pump himself into her.  Janet began to moan.

   "Oh, Tommy.  I love you so.  I've wanted you for so long.  Fuck me, son,
fuck your mother.  Cum in me, fill me with your cum, son." I lay next to
them, feeling his hard little dick entering her warm cunt.  I was
fulfilling my childhood dreams.  And I would be the next one to fuck her.
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