A Mother's Love I: Long Lost Reunion

*HEADNOTE* 100% fiction!

This story is a little slow-going in the beginning, but if you give it a chance, you won't be disappointed in the end. Now, enjoy... @};-

It had been quite a while since 50-year-old Maureen Worthington had been on a date. After she and her husband had divorced just over four years ago, she had become somewhat of a recluse. She kept herself isolated even from her closest friends most of the time. It wasn't until just a few months ago that those friends had staged an intervention out of sheer concern. They had convinced her that she needed to get out into the world again; to have fun, enjoy life, and start dating.

Needless to say, her period of grieving was long over.

Having taken her friends' advice, she began seeking out multiple methods of finding companionship. Bars, speed-dating, and internet match sites. It was the last in which she finally found someone.

A young, male-to-female transsexual, only twenty-five years of age. Lucky for Maureen, the young Katherine (a.k.a. "Kat") had claimed that age was of no consequence. Lucky, because Kat, while still legally a man, and physically a "chik-with-a-dick", was just drop-dead gorgeous. She stood at five-foot-ten, with a slender body that spoke of how well she took care of herself. Her hair was silky smooth, dyed dark auburn, and its wave dangled just below her shoulders. Her eyes were the most alluring shade of green, and so intense with color that they nearly glowed.

Of course, Kat was lucky as well. In an e-mail, when asked about her transsexuallity, Maureen simply stated "I chase the heart, not the anatomy."

But now, it was the night of their date. The night they would meet face-to-face. It was an elegant, evening dinner-date, and so each of the lovely ladies wore their most elegant evening gown. Maureen, always looking younger than her true age, wore a long, sky-blue dress, made in a halter-style, with extra long strings to tie behind her neck. They hung so precariously from underneath her hair, over her perfectly smooth back. Her black hair (still all-natural), which usually reached the mid-way point of her back, was now held up in a high pony tail, but a scrunchy that matched her dress in color; her bangs fell ever so gently across her brow.

Kat chose a shorter dress, about the length of a 12-ince mini skirt, held upon her shoulders by spaghetti straps. It shimmered with subtlety as it swayed in the dim light of the restaraunt, her matching pumps clacking quietly on the floor. Finally, in the right side of her hair, was a yellow hibiscus.

Spotting one another, they apporached with vibrant smiles, greeting each the other in formal, European style, quietly smacking their lips in subtle kisses near each cheek. Though she hid it well, Maureen had actually felt a sense of familiarity just from seeing Kat's picture from her online profile. However, now at this dinner, she could hide it no longer.

After what seemed like miles of enjoyable banter, Maureen finally asked the younger woman, "Don't I know you from somewhere? I mean... it's not just that you look familiar, but all you're interests, the way you word things... it all seems like... oh, I don't know."

"De ja vu?" Kat chimed in. The two shared a giggle, but did not broach the subject any further through dinner. However, later that night, such was spoken of again, as Maureen had accompanied Kat to her front door.

"Won't you come in?" Maureen invited. With a warm smile, Kat accepted the invitation. After hanging up their light jackets, the two sat on the couch in an awkward silence. Finally, Kat broke that silence.

She took Maureen's hands in her own and looked her in the eyes, with a meaningful stare. "I really had a good time tonight... Mom." At first, Maureen seemed confused by the comment. But she quickly began putting it together. Her son, Kyle, had left home when he was just eighteen, six years ago. They had lost contact with one another, and had not spoken since. The math added up, Kat's age was perfect, and her personality was merely a feminine version of what Maureen remembered of her son.

"Kyle?" Maureen finally uttered.

Kat smiled. "Yes, that was my name once. But I'm Katherine now. I have been for the last five years. My legal status is still male, and that's no easy task to explain when I have to show my I.D., but I'm a woman now. The only trace of a male body I have left is my penis."

Maureen, apparently not wanting to believe what she was hearing, suddenly felt a need for proof. "Kyle has a birthmark on his right side, just above the hip." In reply, Kat stood and began lifting her dress. While she was able to hide her cock under a dress, keeping it tucked between her legs, her panties alone could not conceal its presence. But Maureen was more concerned with the familiar birthmark that was now revealed.

Finally accepting that she had just dated one she gave birth to twenty-five years prior, Maureen was speechless. She stood, grabbed her jacket, and began walking toward the front door. Kat quickly caught up with her and grabbed her by the arm. "Mom, wait, don't go." Maureen stopped, but still said nothing. "I really had a good time tonight, and... I don't want it to end."

When the silence continued, Kat decided to close the gap between them, bringing her own lips to her mother's. Maureen shuddered at her now daughter's touch, but offered no resistance. Soon the kiss grew more intimate, each woman's lips parting, their tongues meeting gently.

"No," said Maureen, suddenly pulled away, but not out of her daughter's arms. "This is wrong, I am your mother."

Their bodies still close, Kat reached underneath her own dress and pulled her panties down just enough. Her cock was completely erect, quickly springing upward and tapping her mother's pussy. Maureen flinched, but once again did not resist. Still gazing into her mother's eyes, Kat began sensually caressing her mother's breast with one hand, and continued to hold her tight with the other.

"Mom, please," Kat whispered, pleadingly.

With that look in her daughter's eyes, Maureen could no longer resist. She wrapped her arms around Kat firmly, and kissed her with passion. Before either of them knew it, they were upstairs is Kat's bedroom, Kat pushing her mother backward onto the bed. Her panties had already been slipped off on the staircase as they had walked, and she now lifted her dress off, over her head, allowing her fully erect cock to stand outward over her mother.

Maureen sat up and took it into her mouth, sucking it with experience. She had certainly done this many times before. Kat moaned with pleasure, interlacing her fingers through her mother's hair, and moving her head in motion with her own body. "Oh yes, mother," Kat moaned. "Suck that cock."

When Kat had finally had enough, she pushed Maureen back once again and began lifting her dress. She had to lift a slip as well, which Kat did not at all mind. After Kat pulled her mother's panties down, Maureen opened her legs and propped herself up on her elbows. Kat climbed over her, inserting her long, stiff, hard-on into her mother's wet, waiting pussy.

Kat kissed her mother passionately, while giving her strong thrusts back and forth. Nearing her climax, Kat pulled Maureen's legs up and propped herself onto her knees. Her pumping became fast, and both women screamed with ecstacy. At long last, Kat gave one final push, and held herself in while she unloaded her hot cum into her mother's body.

Maureen spent the night at her daughter's house that night.

*FOOTNOTE*
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