#14

  “Mom, please. I can shower myself,”

  William said, trying to sound nonchant, even though he was embarrassed.

  Allison let out a wry smile and shook her head.

  “Don't be ridiculous, darling. What are you feeling so embarrassed about? It’s not like this was the first time this old dy of yours is washing you. What? Are you embarrassed?” she chuckled in amusement, noticing his awkward expression.

  “I’m not embarrassed.” William groaned.

  “If not, then hurry up and wash yourself.”

  William stepped into the shower, trying his best to avoid looking at his mother's naked body. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering.

  As the warm water cascaded down on them, William couldn't help but feel a surge of desire for his mother. It was a strange and confusing feeling, but he couldn't deny it.

  “I know you want to act mature, but in my eyes, you’ll always be my baby,” she said as she followed him. She untied the towel wrapped around her waist and hung it on the towel bar and stood in front of him, now, completely naked.

  William couldn't help but stare at her fwless form, the curves of her body, the smoothness of her skin. Her abundant breasts sagged slightly, and her pussy was covered by sparse hair. He blushed and quickly averted his gaze, feeling embarrassed at the sudden dispy of her nakedness.

  His mother chuckled, her voice soft and understanding. “See, in my eyes, you're still my little boy. I carried you in this body for nine months, I breastfed you and watched you take your first steps. To me, you'll always be my baby.” Her confidence radiated off her, and for a moment, William almost forgot who she was. “Now, come on, and don’t be stubborn. Let your old mother help you,”

  She said that there was nothing old about her.

  William gulped as he stared at his naked mother.

  The image burned itself into his mind, the hard pink nipples surrounded by slightly darker areoles, they stood almost straight out from her body. They were perfect; sagging a bit that they had a very real bounce on them, giggling with every step she took.

  After several moments of simply staring at her breasts, William forced his eyes down her body. There was the stomach he had seen before, although tight with slight definition at the sides, and underneath the belly, there was no six-pack. But it was beautiful. William considered this the perfect female stomach.

  As his gaze slowly drifted down to his mother’s hips, there was a definite widening to these with the bone of her hip ever so slightly visible at the tops of her leg. A small triangle of light blond fuzz pointed down towards the lips themselves. These had been waxed and were completely bare, free from any blemishes. They looked so smooth and inviting, and he couldn't tear his gaze away.

  But just as he was about to get lost in his thoughts, his mother's voice broke through his trance.

  “Darling, is everything okay?” she asked, noticing his intense stare.

  William quickly looked away, feeling a rush of guilt wash over him. He considered what to say. There was no way he would tell her anything that would give him the bel of a lunatic, the sudden change of his world, or what he was feeling so conflicted about.

  A part of him was utterly disgusted that he would even ponder those thoughts about his family, while another told him how they were not the same people and that there was nothing wrong in feeling about them like that. He’s a stranger to this world.

  “Yeah,” he started. “... I was just...admiring how nice the bathroom looks,”

  His mother raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying his excuse. She looked at him for a moment before suddenly starting to ugh. It was not the modest ugh women would do, but a manly ugh free from any cssiness.

  “… darling, you're a terrible liar,” she said, still chuckling.

  William coughed in embarrassment.

  “It's okay. I understand. You're at that age where you can't help but be interested in a woman’s body. There’s no shame in that. And I feel happy you’re interested in your old dy’s body. If you want, feel free to look and touch,” she smiled gently.

  William's cheeks turned bright red, feeling even more embarrassed. He couldn't believe his mother was talking so casually about him admiring her body. But as he looked at her, he realized she truly didn’t mind at all. She appeared even more happy that he was checking her out.

  He wondered. This is my normal now. In this world, a situation like this is as natural as someone watching others dance. Probably. It’s an ideal form of love between mother and son. And to prove that was the blessed smile on his mother’s face.

  William’s mind was racing.

  Although he knew this world was different, how twisted it was… still, he still could not believe that his mother was acting this way. It’s like it was just yesterday when she would be scolding him if he did so as much as walking in the house without a shirt on. ‘You’re not the only one living here, you idiot son,’ she would say.

  He knew his feelings of love and protectiveness originally stemmed from the fact that they were his family even before he transitioned to this world. However, he also knew he didn't consider them as the same people as he remembered. At least, a part of him. The part that seems to take control.

  Appearance might be the same. Name. Voice. But they are completely different. Just like how, in truth, and essence, he was not the William they knew, they loved or hated. And they were also not the family he used to know and love. These two conflicting emotions always csh inside him, making him do things, or feel things despite what he truly feels.

  Even though he just wants to get drowned by this world’s rationale, follow his desire, and embrace her now, something is keeping him from doing it inside his mind. Probably the moral and virtue he had learned in his original world, or ‘something’ that exists in his body already- the previous him, is probably alive somewhere inside his mind.

  Even though he had already committed incest by sleeping with Danie, a voice in his head was screaming at him to stop this madness before it was too te. This was a whole other level of taboo and a line that once crossed, he could never go back.

  This was the woman who gave birth to him. His mother. Despite the fact, that he knew that his mother was a very attractive woman and had been the receiving end of his friends' bawdy jokes about her beauty in his previous world, never once had he ever entertained the idea of sleeping with her, no matter what Sigmund Freud would think.

  But with every part of her beautiful body reflected in his eyes, the voice of reason got quieter and was dwarfed by an even louder voice, urging him to listen to his other head down below, which was erect and throbbing, loving the idea she was offering to him.

  He was more deviant than he thought he was.

  Not to mention, it’s hard to cling to his sense of morality when the people around him, the people he knows not to touch, are the ones who want it. The ones who continuously tempt him, telling him what he was feeling, these taboo feelings are normal, and that is what it should be. True, what they say. He mused. What’s harder to fight in this world... Normalcy. What others believe is normal.

  Trying to fight what is normal is like trying to bash your head against the wall. It would be like an ant trying to move an Elephant. Nothing could be done.

  “You’re growing up, dear.” Allison started, not knowing what was eating inside her son. “You’re going to be curious about many things, and there’s nothing wrong with that. As a mother, I want you to feel comfortable and open with me, especially when it comes to your feelings and, of course, desires.” She said, her hand reaching out to caress his face.

  There is a tenderness and familiarity in that touch that can only come from a mother's love. Her hands then move down, lovingly caressing his chest.

  “There’s no need to hide anything from me, and I want you to know that you can always talk to me about anything…and I mean, anything.”

  “Mom… is this about before...?”

  “I’m just worried about you, dear. You know how important you are to me.”

  William smiled.

  “I’m fine… and I think I understand everything now.”

  “Understand about, what? Can you share that with me?”

  William looked at his mother and smiled, “Ahm… if I said it, you might think I’m insane.”

  “And why would I think my baby darling is insane?”

  Allison smiled.

  “No matter how outrageous your words are, I won’t ever think like that.”

  “Even if I say, I want to have sex with you…”

  Allison looks at her son in surprise. But her surprise was only for a moment before her lips turned into a wide grin.

  “And why would I think that’s insane?”

  “Because it sounds insane…” He thought for a moment about what he could say, and what he couldn’t. At least, not to sound stupid, or insane. “I mean, it’s not just you. I saw Celestina a while ago… and you know, I…”

  “You want to do it with her as well?” she said calmly.

  “Y, yes…” though we already did it. “… ahm, I guess so.”

  “They’ll be ecstatic.”

  “Yeah, right… think their brother is a freak.”

  “Don’t say that word.”

  Allison frowned.

  “You are not a freak… no one thinks that.”

  William shrugged.

  “But you acted like I am when you learned that I can still get hard after cumming once… that I get horny every time…I think men doesn’t do that…doesn’t feel that way.”

  “I apologize for that, but I never intended to make you think you are a freak, because I was not thinking that. It’s true.” Allison sigh.

  She spread her arms and pulled him into a hug.

  William was not repulsed, instead, he wrapped his arms around her mother’s naked body and happily enjoyed her embrace. Nevertheless, he thinks he is a genuine freak.

  He had never accommodated nor condoned any thoughts of sleeping with his sisters or even his mother before. Even just thinking about it would make him curl in guilt and shame. But now. He didn’t seem to care about it anymore. He didn’t even think twice, sealing the ‘voice of reason’ that kept screaming inside his head.

  As if being washed away, his mind was as clear as ever.

  “I’m just worried about you, my dear. I’m worried that something might be wrong… of course, I would be happy and proud to know that you have such an amazing ability and that it is not because there’s something wrong with you. I just want to make sure that everything’s okay, that my baby boy is safe and healthy.”

  “So, you’re okay with me doing it with you, or anyone else…?”

  “Hm, it’s not that easy.”

  As someone born from the previous generation, all that she cared about was having a partner and giving birth to a child. No matter who her partner is. Whether it’s her generation or the current generation, people focus more on having a child. They do the deed because they want to conceive a child. No other reason.

  And if her little darling possesses an ‘amazing ability’ then who is she to stop him from giving his blessings to every woman in the world?

  However, “…I’m feeling a bit complicated…” she said honestly with a wry smile. “… knowing my son would be sleeping with other women makes me, ahm… well, a bit uncomfortable.”

  “Jealous?”

  Allison looks at him before smiling wryly.

  “Yeah…”

  “I see…”

  “But what gives this change of mind? You were so against about it before… even mentioning sex would blow your top.”

  “Hmm, nothing… just a sudden change of mind…”

  Allison looks at him suspiciously.

  William reached up with his hands and squeezed her tits, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he roughly molested her rge breasts. Allison’s breath started to quicken, but she didn’t stop him. She caressed her son and pnted gentle kisses on his head. She pulled him even closer, causing her to feel his cock press against her. She smiled in satisfaction.

  William looks at his mother. Then bursting with boundless confidence, he put his arms around her neck and kissed her on the lips. A kiss Allison gdly returned. She hugged him tighter, relishing the sensation of his lips pressed against hers.

  “...never think that I would ever think of you as a freak, just because you get aroused looking at us. I considered that as a blessing, rather. There’s nothing greater than knowing a man would look at us as his sexual partner.”

  “Even if it’s by your son or brother?”

  “... that’s a bonus.”

  Allison grinned. She lowered her head, and tongued his lips tenderly, sliding inside his closed lips pyfully with the tip of her tongue.

  “You kiss skillfully.” She spoke. “Did Danie teach you that?”

  “I guess so,”

  William followed suit, his tongue pying and dancing with hers. He licked his mother's frisky tongue. Her lips closed around his tongue, sucking it into her mouth. He reciprocated by pushing it hard into her mouth and pressing his face firmly onto hers.

  Kissing his mother like this was so hot; so horny; like they were orally simuting deep, deep fucking. He couldn't wait any longer to feel that first time of many, where he would sink his cock deep inside the vagina that bore his very life.

  “It seems like she’s teaching you well, dear.”

  Showing an unexpected strength, Allison lifted her son by his ass as they stepped under the shower. Pressing him against the wall. Still kissing him. Slowly at first. But Allison was grabbing the initiative- the strength almost overpowering him. William’s mind was getting hazy with desire and could only follow as his mother applied more pressure against his body, making his bones gradually turn soft.

  William was beginning to enjoy himself. His mind was calming, allowing his blood to start circuting again. And it circuted fast toward his cock. He could hear his mother’s excitement as he felt his rock-hard member rubbing against her soft, but taut abdomen.

  “Is that for me?” she said.

  William smiled.

  “What do you think?” he asked, with a challenge. And he saw her lips curled into a boyish grin, something he had never seen her do before.

  "You're not cold, are you?" she asked.

  "No, I'm hot… can’t you feel it?” he grinned.

  Allison chuckled. “I was just making sure. I don’t want you getting sick, my dear,” she said as she began to massage his bum, then slid up his back and to his chest, gently massaging them, and even slightly pinching his nipples.