You Missed a Spot

“B-b-but…how…why…?” I gawk like a fool at her groin as I stammer and stumble over both thoughts and words. Was this a joke? Was what I saw some sort of prosthetic or strap-on? I KNEW it couldn’t be real, this woman was the womanliest woman I had ever laid eyes on. I knew a number of trans-gals through Kiki and I’d never seen any with curves like that. What in the hell was going on? “Is that…?”

“Oh God. Why did I trust you? You’re a perfect stranger. Donald…you have to go now.” She is covering her shame up again by folding the robe back up and over her lap. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

This was no joke. I didn’t know if that package I saw bulging her underwear was real but I could see the emotions were as genuine as they got. She was embarrassed and exposed, and utterly ashamed of what she had just shown me. I think back to the pleading fragility in her voice when she had told me to ‘Be gentle’. I think back earlier to how nervous she was that I might compare her ripe gorgeous body to those of young and firm college women. I think about how much she had adored my eyes on her as I soaked in her natural female beauty. And now I look at her on the edge of tears and see shame in her…true shame!

Forcibly setting my shock and confusion to the side I gather myself and reach out. Lightly laying my hand over hers I say softly. “Mom.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t touch me.”

“Mom.” I say again, warmth filling my voice.

“Donald…”

“Mom.”

Slowly she looks up at me, her hazel eyes meekly peeking through strands of her long red hair. “Yeah?”

I smile and relax back into the tub. Resting my head back I say calmly. “You missed a spot.”

“Ex…excuse me?”

“My hair.” I say. “You haven’t done my hair yet.”

“Donald…” As she saw me relax and heard the easy tone of my voice I can sense her protest fading. My mind was still reeling of course as I continued to try to make sense of what I’d just seen, but keep that buried deep down inside. I didn’t know if she really had a penis or not but I did know I didn’t want this to stop, especially on such a sour note. She studies me for a time. The room is silent except for the soft sound of fizzing bubbles and water lapping at the sides of tub. I wait, unsure of what she was about to say as she struggled with some internal debate. Her response comes from shifting the stool closer and reaching across to grab the shampoo and conditioner. I grin as her big heavy milkers hover enticingly close to my face. Resetting herself she looks down at me with her old confidence restored. Slipping her hands along the sides my head she gently guides me down toward the water.

I move to her touch, letting her sure hands guide me down to the water’s surface. It is a huge tub so all I have to do is bend my knees and I sink right down into the bubbles. Sounds go muffled as my ear dip below the surface. She bends over the side and rests her chest on the rim just below her hanging tits. Floating above me like a fiery haired angel she begins playing with my hair and getting it wavering around in the warm water. She practically beams with contentedness. After a short time she has me sit and with strong fingers scrubs in a dollop of sweet smelling shampoo into my scalp.

“Hahhhh.” I sigh with joy as she unhurriedly gives my scalp a cleaning better than my hairdresser. Her nails were trimmed short which made it easier.

Her smile glows brighter at hearing my happiness. Back down she guides me and rinses the suds from my hair, careful that neither shampoo nor bubble bath got into my eyes. It felt SO nice to have somebody touch me and care for me like this, something I had never experienced before. The same cycle happens again with the conditioner but this time her fingers comb through my hair instead of scrub. During the second rinse Mom takes time simply to play with and caress my free floating hair, savoring ever second of this as much as I was, before letting me up to dry my dripping head in a sort of rough tousling motion with a soft fluffy towel. I laugh with pure glee. She laughs too.

As she brushes my hair she gives me a long look and see the woman behind the ‘Mom’ peek through. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” I say. Unable to hold it back much longer I ask what had to be asked. “Is it…real?”

She doesn’t wilt this time. We had shared a moment, building a bit of trust, and she had been expecting the question. Tilting my head to brush the other side she says. “Yes. As real as yours. As real as can be.” She sits me forward and finishes up brushing and smoothing down the back of my hair. “It’s a mutation. A family curse you might say. We keep it a secret so that we can live normal lives.” She lets the robe fall away from her legs once more and, much more proudly this time, parts them to reveal herself. Looking down at the shape of her thick dick through the black underwear she says. “I have woman parts too. My son really is my son. But I’ve got this as well.”

“So…you’re one of those futas, like in hentai?”

She grimaces. “Please don’t use that word. It’s…gross.”

“Sorry.”

“But essentially, yes.” She says. “My nephew Charlie…well niece actually, it’s complicated…anyway, Charlie has a theory those cartoons might indicate another family like ours over in Japan. He’s a very clever girl. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s true. But our desire to stay hidden is a strong one. We just want to be left alone.”

“I understand.” I say as I continue to stare at her bulge.

“Do I…scare you?” She whispers.

I shake my head no. “I was just surprised. Sorry I reacted like that.”

She nods with understanding. “I was being too sensitive. It’s been so long since I revealed myself to someone new. Of course you would have a reaction.” She stretches her curvaceous body sensually. “It feels nice to be seen again.”

“God…you are gorgeous.”

“Mmm.” She croons. “Thank you baby.”

My gaze drinks her soft feminine form in as I pan back up to her face. “What’s your name?”

She tilts her head, thinking about it, before answering with what sounded like honesty. “Evelyn. My name is Evelyn.”

“Evelyn. That’s a really pretty name.” I say. “Um, Donny is my actual name, in case you were wondering.”

“I thought so.” One truth shared spurs another. “You aren’t in college, are you Donald?”

“No Ma’am. I’m just a poor guy trying anything he can to get by. We couldn’t afford anything like college or anything.”

“We? A girlfriend? A boyfriend?”

“No.” I shake my head. “My sister Kiki and I. We live together. We support each other.”

“A sister.” She says warmly. “That’s nice.”

“She’s…all I really have. The only family that gives a shit.”

“I see.” She coos and strokes my hand. “My poor boy.”

“Mom.” I say softly, loving the way the word flowed so naturally from my lips, as my eyes floated back down her body again. “Show me? I…want to see you. The real you.”

“Only for you.” She says.

Standing up she backs away and turns around to face away from me. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of the underwear she gives me a quick teasing glance over her shoulder…then pushes them down over her great big round perfect ass! Beneath the bubbles my cock springs to full salute. Bending at the waist she slowwwly pushes the constricting underwear down her thick luscious legs. Though she holds her thighs tight together I see the fleshy folds of her pussy peek out at me. Lower she goes, bending over in front of me not five feet away, until at last she is able to let go of the undies to let them fall the rest of the way to the floor themselves.

“Ohhh wow!” I gasp without realizing it.

Those ultra wide curvy hips, that big plump smooth ass, that pussy and tight butthole, and the little glimpse of her big boobs I could just make out…what a woman! With her back turned to me and her thighs still held tight at this point I had seen nothing outside the ordinary. That changes as she steps out of her underwear to spread her legs by just a few inches like the opening of a stage curtain. A massive set of heavy low hanging balls are what is revealed. My jaw drops, not simply because of the uniqueness of seeing a set of nuts on the same body as a pussy, but also due to the sheer size of them. If mine were walnuts hers were full ripe kiwis! I didn’t even know human testes could get that big!

“Wooooahhhh.”

Standing straight, her legs apart, she gives a moment to let it sink in before turning back around for the final reveal. My eyes are as wide as dinner plates as I see the fat tip of her circumcised cock emerge into sight, it was damn near the size of her hand that held onto the thick shaft below it! Speaking of the shaft, as she turns her more and more and more…and more of her penis comes into view until at last she stand in profile holding her gargantuan girl cock out in front of her. It was real alright, this second set of genitalia sprouting organically just an inch or so in front of her pussy, but its enormous proportions, attached to a hot sexy older woman no less, had me doubting my own senses. It was huge beyond reason, probably twice my length and with a veiny girth that her soft hand could barely get halfway around. It wasn’t flaccid but it clearly wasn’t fully aroused yet either and already it was easily the biggest I’d ever seen.

There was no way I could hold down my shock and awe at this point. “H-h-h-how…b-b-big?”

“You men.” She chuckles. “That’s the same thing my husband asked when he saw it for the first time too. Don’t let it make you feel small or inadequate.” She lets go to let it swing like a falling redwood down to hang heavy in front of her. “But if you must know it’s about fourteen inches, though I’m not sure I’ve ever truly been fully hard.” With a humorless scoff she confesses. “My husband can’t even get a rise out of it anymore, not that he even tries. This is as big as its gotten on its own in a very long time.” She hazel eyes lock on me with scintillating desire. “A very long time.”

“Oh!” Only now, as the shock dimmed, was it dawning on me that as her hired sugar boy I might be expected to do something with that monster! “Uhhh…”