Randall has a frank discussion with you about your new mother-son relationship

"See? Now don't tell me that wasn't fun," Randall grinned, breaking from the role play again as you sat there breathing hard with your depleted cock in your hands. "Don't tell me that having your own sexy-ass, big titted MILF of a mother to help you get off isn't the hottest fucking thing ever, cause I can tell it was."

"Fuck me," you groaned, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame once again returning as you pulled your eyes from your half naked mother's body and instead stared down at the mess you'd made on your legs and on the floor. "This is so wrong though..."

Still with your eyes pinned to your cum soaked legs, you heard Randall then get up from his chair, but refrained from looking up as he moved closer towards you, telling you as he did, "I know it might seem like that because this is your mom's body and you're telling yourself you should feel embarrassed and ashamed and stuff, but you really shouldn't. Your mom was a total babe of an older woman, and she had the most epic pair of tits ever - they're be something seriously wrong with you if you didn't get turned on by this." Glancing up for a moment, unable to help yourself, you saw Randall proudly standing there bare chested, with hands on hips, smiling away at you. The image was just so wrong, yet so unbelievably hot at the same time - those huge big juggs looking absolutely incredible as they hung down from her chest. "I know you're her son and that makes things slightly different, but it also makes things way hotter!" he continued as you found your eyes once again exploring every little detail of his heaving bosom, "Haven't you ever seen any of those porno flicks where mom and son get it on? It's as hot as hell, and those women are only actresses...this is your actual mother!

"You came out of this pussy, dude!" he told you, spreading his legs slightly and giving you another flash of those plump vaginal lips surrounded by a small smattering of hair, before moving his hands back up to his chest and hefting each mound upwards, "You sucked on these big tits when you were a baby! Doesn't that just blow your freaking mind seeing them now...seeing me sucking on them for you?"

"Well yes, obviously," you awkwardly responded, unable to lie (feeling in someway that you were betraying your real mother as you did), "But...but it shouldn't...you shouldn't...both of us shouldn't be doing this! That's my mom's body! My mom! It's just not right!" Grabbing for your pants and jeans then, little caring for the fact that your legs were covered in your own cum, you quickly pulled them up to hide your penis from view.

"Exactly, which is what makes it such a turn on. Even I was getting as aroused as fuck play acting I was your mom. Don't tell me you wouldn't want that to continue?"

"What...What do you mean?"

"Come on, dude, you seriously expect things to go back to the way they were now?" he said with a chuckle as you watched him step back into his skirt and pull it up his legs, proceeding then to give his large breasts a playful little shake as he retrieved the rest of his clothes from the floor, "Ever since I showed you these babies last week you haven't been able to keep your eyes off me, and since I've become your mom neither have I. 'Mommy's' body is now the ultimate jack off fantasy for you, I can tell. What kind of porn can possibly compete with this? None, that's what! Nothing is as hot as having your own 'mom' shoving her tits in your face or letting you look at her pussy!" Though you didn't really want to admit it, this part was most definitely true, after Randall's little performance the last time, all you'd been able to think of was your mom - Allison, porn stars, other women on the street being unable to match the levels of arousal that simply being in the same room as Randall, clothed and doing nothing, now gave you.

Putting your mother's plain white bra back on and letting out another amused little giggle, Randall continued, "Trust me, I've been play acting I'm her in front of the mirror nearly every night before bed and I still can't get enough of it. So I say we should just continue, continue having fun like this for a while."

"Are you serious?" you asked, feeling more confused than you think you'd ever been, "You really get turned on by all...this?"

Looking down at your crotch, as well as the damp patches that were now more than obvious through your jeans, he told you honestly, "Yeah! I mean I know it's kind of weird watching you jerk off your cock and shit - and maybe if I was still a guy it would be - but I'm a chick now, so it's not quite the same. Besides I've seen enough dicks online watching pornos, so seeing yours isn't all that much different." This made some sense you thought, seeing as how Randall had pretty much gone from jokingly accusing you of being gay every time you stood next to him at a bathroom stall to purposefully coaxing your dick out of your pants and visually bringing you to orgasm. If you'd have actually given it much thought this past week you probably would have assumed that being in your mother's body had somehow altered his sexuality (regardless of what he'd told you). Now though it appeared that he was simply getting a kick out of his own performance and the fact that 'his' body was getting you off, rather than actually enjoying watching you masturbate.

"...And as we're both kind of on the same page when it comes to sexual experience," he added, buttoning up his blouse and flashing you a knowing little smirk, "Although I guess now, I've got a heck of a whole lot more than you...why not help each other out release a few pent up sexual frustrations? God knows, at the rate it's gonna take you to actually work up the nerve and ask Allison out and get some action of your own, I'll probably be long dead!"

Ignoring his little dig about your crush on Allison and processing all of what he'd told you, as well as what he was proposing, you still couldn't help feeling weird about it. "I...I don't know, Randall. It all...it still seems wrong. You're supposed to be my mom, as well as my best friend!"

"Exactly, and what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't share some of the pleasures of being a woman with you?" he quickly replied, reiterating what he'd basically said earlier. "Besides, I already told you, I'm not the same Randall anymore. Nor am I the same mother. I'm a new breed - one that is more than happy to share her sexuality with her 'son'. So, what do you say? Do you want to seriously try and act like none of this ever happened, or do you want to have some fun with these new roles of ours, and maybe, just maybe...get a little more than just a peek at 'mommy's sexy body'?"

God, just hearing him say that with your mother's soft voice and beautiful face instantly brought back the image of how he was behaving moments before - teasing and tormenting you with her mature, curvy body - and you felt your penis once again begin to stir. You knew it was wrong and you knew you really shouldn't, but how could you possibly pass up an offer like this? Even though it was your mom's body and the mixed and confusing feelings you got while looking at it really tore you up inside, it was unbelievably kinky and depraved and arousing, and absolutely impossible to answer anything other than "Yes! Okay, I do...I do want that."

"Good. I'm glad you made the right choice, dude. You and me are gonna have such an awesome time as mother and son," Randall told you, looking like he knew exactly what your answer would be.

"So, uh...so what happens now?" you then nervously asked after a moment, avoiding Randall's eyes, but taking the opportunity now to once again admire you mother's now fully clothed body, "Do I uhm, do I get to see, y'know...more?"

Having openly admitted the lust you felt for your own mother and having just jacked off in front of him, you were of course ready now to really let the flood gates open, desperately wanting to see what more Randall had in store - wondering just how much further he might take things with his role play and what else he might let you do (this particular thought causing your penis to throb).

Randall quickly put the breaks to that idea however, telling you, "Patience, sonny boy, patience. We don't want to overload you right away. Besides, you've just got done jerking off already and from the looks of it, you need to get yourself cleaned up (indicating to the wet spots on your jeans). As for me, I've got dinner to get on with. But don't worry, I'm sure 'mommy dearest' will make a reappearance at some point...cause she had 'so much fun watching her little baby boy jerking off his big cock over mommy's body'." A shiver ran all the way up your spine as he said this, watching as 'your mother' then closed her eyes and sensuously bit down on her own lip, while one hand began slowly making its way beneath her skirt...

Before you had time to properly process this (or to even grab for your quickly growing member) his eyes suddenly opened again and he flashed you a trademark mischievous Randall grin, before spinning on his heels and heading off to the kitchen chuckling, leaving you alone again with your heart beating quickly in your chest.