The futanari

"I really like how huge the futanari is, plus her breast looks so beautiful, it's like the best of both worlds" I answered. She then blushed and smiled back at me, "Me too, I like her too"

"Come here," she said.

She extended her arm, and put it behind my head, and pulls me closer until her arm was around me and acted as an arm pillow as we both looked forward at the screen. I remember we had sat like this on countless nights when I was a child and, when dad died I was unable to sleep, I had climbed into her bed to watch late-night TV before falling asleep almost instantly in her arms. It was the kind of sleep a person could know only in his mother's arms, surrounded and protected by her love.

"Comfy, sweetie?" she asked.

"Very," I said, listening to the sound of her heart beating.

"Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?" she asked hesitantly. What does she. . . oH!!!

"No," I said quietly, "I don't mind."

"I won't if it bothers you," she said. "You just looked like you were enjoying the movie and I think movies like this are better without . . . you know. . . clothing."

"Do you mind if I do it too?" I asked, nervous as heck.

"Not at all, sweetie," she answered.

She then starts to reach for the edge of her nighty and slowly start pulling upward and over her head, she was naked in front of me and I did nothing but stare at her beauty, she then threw her clothes into a hamper next to her bed, she then got comfortable again as she reclined. I noticed mom saw me staring but didn't do anything except smile.

"Your turn," she said softly.

I then lifted off my shirt over my head and followed my mom's footsteps and threw it into the hamper . . . I missed

"haha," my mother laughs silently.

"don't laugh!!," I said all embarrassed

With a beat red face, I then reached down under the blankets and wiggled out of my boxer shorts. I then pushed them into a ball and aimed for the hamper, score!

"Ahah 3 points," I said. My mom smiled at me, then pulled me close again. I rested my head just above her huge breast and continued to watch the movie. I can feel and hear her heart was pounding. So was mine. I mean who wouldn't be nervous, I am naked, under the sheets, with my moms who are hung right next to me! but I didn't care about morality anymore, I was strangely at peace. Warm, safe, and I didn't care about anything at that money, it's like catching your breath

"I love you," my mom said softly to me. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I love you too, Mom," I said, "but I do want to do this."

"OK, baby," she said, hugging me. "Just relax and breathe."