Helping your dear mother…

“Mom I’m home!”

You close the door and go to your mother where she always is: in your kitchen!

You see her breasts instead of inside a bra, completely nude. She has the nipples in her fingers and is milking herself into a mixing bowl.

“Welcome home! Happy 30th!” Your mother smiles broadly.

“W-What’s all this? You are…” You walk around the center island in the kitchen and see your mother is completely nude. “Mom! I can see everything! Even your juicy…even your cock!”

“My *juicy* cock…mmm? That useless log that made your father leave after conceiving you? ‘It’s just anal’, he said. You think a *real* fertile woman like myself would let a lack of a vagina stop her from getting pregnant?” She sees your bug-eyed expression “……….Sorry….I got emotional!”

“You don’t have a vagina? So I came from your plump bottom? No wonder I feel like a piece of shit all the time,” you joke.

“Yup, dickgirls with vaginas are futa, and those without are shemales. A real lady of either can get in our bottoms, among other places. So can some men,” she says as an aside.

“Men can’t get pregnant, mom!”

“I keep in touch with the ladies from work. They sure can. Ass, breasts, scrotum…even butt cheeks and hips, I’ve heard in a couple cases,” she tells you as she lets her nipples go. She gauges your reaction before continuing. “Gay men don’t get pregnant because you need a girl like me to make it happen.”

You are shocked by what your mother is telling you. You watch her pick up a mixing spoon and aggressively mix the contents of her bowl. Your nude mother and her jiggling body. Her swaying hips. Her hardening cock sticking out to the side.

“Mom, you are going to start leaking,” you say on instinct.

“You’ve helped me maintain my body for years,” she reminds you.

“The sexual parts were always for you to do,” you say as you kneel and lick up the clear bead that forms at her tip.

“Looks like you know what to do,” she giggles lightly.

“Oh! I didn’t mean to just….*slurp*…lick it up…*slurp*…!” You keep meaning to step away but you can’t just let her leak everywhere. You have helped keep her clean for years. She just always handled her shaft and others sexual parts. Now that you think about it…she never asked you *not* to…that was just always *your* assumption.

“I never said you couldn’t touch me anywhere,” she giggles, confirming your suspicion. “That was *your* rule. Although you always did spend plenty of time on my curves even though you wouldn’t touch my nipples or between my butt cheeks…”

You can’t respond because her shaft is leaking a steady stream of fluid now. You clamp your mouth over her gigantic slit and suck. You hear mom groan and thick jelly begins to shoot out. You swallow greedily at this sweet surprise.