Inn C’Est Book 2 Materfamilias; Beholden/Betrothed

“You are my whore, Mummy.” I shot to my feet, Mum lay holding her knees spread wide. As my consoling chats with Mum after my divorce got hotter and hornier, this was how I dreamt to see her.

“I… I…” Mum stuttered. The consuming want of cunt raged in my soul after months of drought. I had always craved pussy, just hadn’t found a cunt to want, or be loved by. But from those increasingly saucy, sordid and salacious chats our mutual desire to consummate our incestuous love had grown to consume both of us. Then one day my beautiful, horny Mum and handsome, virile Dad arrived on a surprise visit. Well it was a surprise to me but I had begun to believe it had been planned by them. I had thought I was the one weaving the illicit web of dissolution and depravity to entrap them.

But I now thought both Dad and I, had been bewitched and beguiled by our devious wife and mother. But it really didn’t matter who was manipulating who when, by whatever and whoever schemes, I had Mum displayed before me, ripe for our intoxicating incestuous copulation.

Why had I walked away from this woman two decades ago for that sarky bitch? I had no idea then how much that had hurt Mum, but she had made it clear this visit. Well, here before me was the cunt I had craved. My Mummy’s, every man’s first desire. But what I had now was perfect, my Mum offering her cunt to me. I needed no other, ever again.

“Fuck your Mummy.” She begged, just as I dreamt when I had manipulated Mum into indulging my sick, sordid incest obsession.

“As you command, Mummy!” I knelt and body slammed my rigid cock into Mum’s glorious gash.

“Fuck me Sweetie.” She urged.

“You are mine, Mummy.” I growled, as I copulated in the cunt of my birth.

“Just be my good boy, Mummy’s adoring, obedient Son.” I had known at the time Mum didn’t like my leaving her for my Ex, nor the insta-pregnancy. But until this visit, I did not know how much I had hurt Mum back then.

“I am your obedient Son, Mummy!” Mum's craving triggered my orgasm. I made one last thrust as I roared out in mastery. “You are my bitch!” With that, Mum convulsed, her legs and arms entrapping me, so we lay as one, panting together in post-coital bliss.

“My perfect Son.” Mum murmured in my ear. “Who adores and obeys his Mum, betrothed and beholden to his Domina.”

“I am, Mummy.” I meant it.

“Call me Domina.” Her tone hardened Mum she reasserted her FemDom self.

“I am, Domina, betrothed in adoration and beholden in obedience to my Mother, my Dominatrix.” As I said that Mum clenched her vagina around my softening cock.

“My perfect Son.” Mum closed in to smooch me.

“My perfect Mother, my Domina.” I murmured through our dancing tongues. It was a perfect start to the day, fucking my ideal, the woman whose love I could trust. Now I needed to prove to her she need never again doubt me.

I knew ways I could assuage Mum's doubts and never provoke her jealousy. It would also inflame Dad’s lustful desire I so craved. So if I needed to sissify in the privacy of our bedroom as Dad's LadyBoy whore, his man-cunt Pussy, then I would. If Mum required the rest of the World Mum to see me female, then why not.

In Mum’s cunt, I could be all the Man I ever needed to be.

Before I went back into the bedroom I had been expecting to be made- and dressed-up into Daddy’s Sissy. The fabulous Mummy fuck was magical bonus. I had enjoyed the kinky titillation chatting to Mum about indulging in my latent femme-fetish. It was a deep, latent desire and not just pretence to Mum and Dad happy. I didn’t want to be a woman, I think, but to look like and be used like one.

That CD fantasy started as teenaged homo-autoerotic masturbation. Back in the day, even after my college days, we only had dial-up internet. Even worse, it was on a shared family PC in the living room, so out of bounds for horny relief. So out of desperation, I wanked at myself in the mirror, regularly dressed in my sister's lingerie when I dare. I had sure wanted to fuck myself then, especially dressed girly, so why not dress like that to make Dad want to fuck me now?

For the rest, well, I was indeed a dutiful Son, needing to love, cherish and obey my slut-whore of a mother. A perfect woman, my perfect Mother, deserves an obedient Son. She me to look like a Woman to ease her raging jealousy and fear of me abandoning her again, and for want of her pussy, I would. For the allure of fucking and sucking that sweet snatch, the very cunt of my birth, I would do anything.

Mum’s phone buzzed. “You can take the man out of the trade, but you can’t take the property developer out of the man.” She laughed at the message.

“He is looking at…property.” I put on an exasperated sigh.

“Yes, he has popped in to an Estate Agents. Hmm. I hoped he might wait.” Mum replied.

“Well, you let him out!’ I laughed.

“I have a friend, an online chat buddy. She is in the property business up here with all the local contacts to help us when we thought of moving here.” Mum replied.

“I thought coming here was last minute, when your new place fell through, Domina.” I asked, getting a blush from Mum.

“Ah…” Mum shot me a sly glance. Had I caught her out for once? “Um, we got chatting, and it came out, you're up here, and she is just up the coast a bit.” Mum brushed her hair back, a sure sign she was feeling guilty. “We had just retired, and she is also in property. So we connected, that’s all, and she helped…” She halted.

“Helped with what?” It intrigued me. Mum rarely became flustered like this.

“No, um, yes, um, shared interests, mummy, um, mature mummy things.” She bluffed. “That’s all. Mummy nonsense.” She was trying to close the matter down, guilty over the help, it seemed.

“Domina, did you also look into incest porn? After we went dirty, I read up Son/Mum incest stories on Literotica.” I chuckled.

“Yes, that sort of thing. But for Mums who…you know.” She grabbed the lifeline with relief.

“Mums who fuck Sons?” I added.

“As you did for Son and Mum stuff.” She retorted.

“Is your friend fucking her Son, and does she know you are, Domina.” I changed the line of questioning, rather than pursue what help she had got.

“Carol, hasn’t got with her Son yet, and I haven’t chatted with her since we fucked,” Mum relaxed a little, but she was hiding something.

“Send Carol some videos of us, Domina, to prove we are fucking!” I stepped in to give Mum a hug. “It’s not a problem if you have been chatting about me, about us Mum, or sharing ideas, getting support. I get it, I do.”

“You wouldn’t mind?” Mum seemed relieved.

“Excited, more like, Domina. I would be a thrill for people to see how much I adore my Mum and that I am a good, obedient Son.” As a raging exhibitionist, that was all well inside my kinky wheelhouse.

“Me too, my darling, to be open I am not just your Mum but your Dominatrix.” Mum replied, straightening with pride.

“I am, Domina, pledged to obey you, and it’s fucking wonderful. If you want me to wear a ring or a dress me, I am yours, dutiful and obedient’.” Tears welled in both our eyes as with hugged to express beyond words our illicit and deviant love.

“Domina is yours.” Mum sat and slid back on the bed to spread her legs, revealing her sweet snatch. I made to kneel. “No, no, no Sweetie, much as I cherish your adoration, we need to doll you up as your Master's pussy.” Mum pushed me away.

“As you wish, Domina.” I smiled, and we set to my transformation. Mum put a towel over the mirror. It was the first time I ever had my eyebrows plucked or make up applied. It was a fast flurry of tweaking, stinging, stroking, smoothing, and brushing as Mum's fingers flew fast. With her face set in concentration, Mum worked her magic.

I was used to moisturising, but this fettling was so much more, topped off with some lipstick. I had never liked the taste of it when kissing, and didn’t when it was on my lips. Mum worked fast, confident in her skills, then pulled back like an artist admiring her work, and made a few tweaks before nodding in satisfaction. With a sly, sultry chuckle, Mum stood behind me as a cascade of auburn tresses tickled my nose as she fitted and styled a wig.

I couldn’t see how I looked, but I loved the fettling and how kinky this all was. It was so naughty, so outlandish doing this with Mum, rather than hiding my perversions from her. It was arousing to see my Mum so confidently sissifying me. With a flourish, she revealed my babydoll outfit. I shivered with lust, a set of emerald, lacy silk panties, basque and garter, smoky stockings neatly rolled up. A classic, classy hot and horny combo shimmering provocatively. The silicon boobs topped with perky, coral pink nipples looked so convincing, like some buxom red head was lying there with just her tits poking out.

“These won’t cover your junk, but will sure frame your pussy.” Mum flourished the lacy briefs, the gusset split at the back, before pulling them on. She adjusted the strap, so it framed my butt crack. The silk felt sublime, soft, slinky and warm where it touched. The lacy gusset had no chance of containing my prick, which flopped out one side, my balls on the other.

Looking down at myself in girly panties, I shuddered with a surge of autoerotic lust. I had always wanted to fuck or fellate myself. Seeing my genitals wrapped in the sleek, sexy, shimmering silk stirred that sordid fetish anew. It took me back to the days wanking at my reflection, dressed in my sisters smalls when I dared.

“God, Sweetie, if this doesn’t make your Dad want to fuck his SissyBoy’s pussy, nothing will.” She said huskily.

“It does it for me.” I murmured in reply. “If I could, Domina, I fucking would.” I added, and she smiled up at me before turning to pick up the silicone falsies.

“Did you also wank looking at and wanting to fuck yourself?” Mum’s eyebrow arced. I couldn’t lie to that look. “Growing up.” She added.

“I did. I needed to fuck so badly, if I could have done myself, I would.” I confessed.

“Me too, with a banana or something for a cock!” She mimicked with her hands. “Mine or your sister's undies?” She giggled, pinging the panty waistband.

“My sisters, yours was always too neat to disturb!” I blushed as she guffawed.

“Look after your lingerie, and they will look after you! These boobs are just too perfect, oh, but I miss the days I was this perky.” She held up the falsies, cupping them in front of her saggy tits. “Ah well, arms out.” She sighed, fitting the clear straps and making a few adjustments. Fuck it, like magic I had a pair of perfect-looking tits. Their weight pulled on my shoulders as I admired my insta-boobs.

“Fuck these Domina…’ I shimmied to jiggle my prosthetic boobs. “Look and feel wonderful.” I cupped the false flesh. They were cool to touch but squishy. I me me even hornier seeing me feminised more. In my dirty mind, I was straddling my girly self to slide my cock between my lush boobs and cum on the pretty face of my girly-self gazing adoringly back at me.

“This perky pair makes me all sentimental. I fantasised fucking myself, all perfect tits, snatch, and ass.” Mum shivered with nostalgic narcissism.

“I always fancied fucking you, Mum, and I still do, perfect as you are.” I assured her, feeling our confessional session had relaxed into informality.

“Well, all made up all girly, you look so like me…oh, say, twenty years ago. Working on your face, our shared features, it wasn’t difficult to evoke my looks I know so well. It’s like seeing myself, but with that banana now the real cock I yearned for. You are that fantasy boy-me. It’s wonderful.” Mums fingers ran down her rippled belly to her craving cunt.

“So you want to see me and imagine you are fucking yourself at last? That’s deliciously kinky. So fucking ourselves is a wank fantasy we shared.” I reached out to stroke Mum’s face, as it was so touching to share our autoerotic confessions.

“It is, and I have made my adoring Son into the Gigi-boy me I always wanted to fuck!” Mum laughed at her homoerotic narcissism.

“I am yours, Mum, I want to be perfect for you.” I reassured her.

“Perfect indeed, Sweetie, but call me Domina.” Mum reasserted herself, and I shivered at the decadent delight of Mum ogling me reborn as her. This realisation of her homo-autoerotic fantasy reflected my perversions. “My perfect Son.” She shivered delightfully, her tits swaying. “The boy-girl I imagined myself to be, but with real cock! I brought myself off to that fantasy so many times.” Mum quivered with narcissistic desire.

‘It’s fantastic to make that real for my Domina, to turn you on and pleasure you in every way I can as…” I ran out of words as Mum stepped in, her boobs brushing my falsies.

“My boy-girl made flesh? I hadn’t dared to admit that to myself, is why I want you as a LadyBoy.” She hugged me tight, two sets of tits needing a little adjusting to slide together. “Myself as my own Gigi-boy stud, my fantasy fuck made real.” Mum grasped my cock and balls,

“As you wish, Domina.” I held her gaze, letting my Mum use me to fulfil her lifelong autoerotic fantasy was sublime, intoxicating, and entrancing, a thrill beyond words. “With me, it’s not just fantasy.”

“You are perfect, although implants would look and…” Mum gave my silicon bags a squeeze. “Feel better, if you would do that for me.” Well, that was quite the idea, something I had never wished for myself. But as we chatted all those months, I craved to be momma’s plaything. My Mum’s own ToyBoy to use, abuse and violate to satisfy her every sordid, salacious perversity. I hadn’t imagined her narcissistic cravings, but I shared and understood them. We shared the same ideal for a fantasy fuck; Mum as a LadyBoy. So it wasn’t such a stretch to fantasise about myself as my Mum, with real cock.

Even though I hadn’t seen myself in the mirror, it aroused me intensely to be a GirlyBoy version of Mum. Our shared narcissistic perversions were inflaming my raging homo-autoerotic cravings. In the drought years, I used selfie videos to sate my yearnings, finding it more satisfying wanking at my real self than a porn fantasy. The thought of not just stroking my cock and balls but cupping my real tits to assuage that lust for me was an alluring, new kinky twist.

“I am yours, to be as you desire, Domina.” I held her gaze.

“You would do that for your adored Mummy?” She was breathless. “And your Master, get some real tits to better be like me.”

“You birthed me Domina, you can rebirth me.” The sharing of our deviant self-lust desires drove my words rather than my cool, rational self. “And mine as well. Fuck, I have wanked off at myself in mirrors and selfie videos in panties, using a dildo, the dirtier, the better. If I had my tits to fondle…” I shivered with my self-lust. “Oh, Domina…”

“My dear, my darling Boy, you would let me rebirth you as my stud self?” She took both my hands, leaning back. “Perhaps we could both get some work done.” She jiggled her jugs.

“Only if I can have Mummy’s boobs for a mould, to become Domina’s perfect, dirty, fantasy self.” I shook my cock and prosthetic tits. What was I saying? I was lost in our rampant autoerotic lust, caught up in our narcissism. I had yearned for this to be what Mum and Dad craved. Furthermore, I longed to inflame their lust and so live safely in the comfort of our incestuous love, a Son betrothed to Parents adored.

“You look good in DDs, but you know how Daddy loves his Gigi’s.” Mum cupped her tits. “They are bags of fun for sure, the way men and many women look at them, who wouldn’t want them.”

“Then let’s both get some work done, Domina. Make me into your fantasy boy-girl stud.” I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but in the moment's depravity I had no hesitation. That may come later, when rationality conquered lust and I may want to roll this flight of fantasy back.

“Oh, but I want my Stud, I want him now. But Daddy Master is back soon, and I can’t spoil my artistry, my Baby Doll Boy.” She brushed my face, made up by her to be her a few minutes earlier.

“Sit down, lie back and open up, Domina. My fingers can make you purr.” I gestured. She smiled and dropped back onto the edge of the bed, spreading her legs. It presented me with the divine sight of Mum’s glorious gash, pouting and glistening with arousal.

“Damn, best I piss first. My Sissy makes me lose control!” She shot to her feet just as I was stepping in. Our tits brushed again, which looked so fucking sexy. It was untrue. I hoped I could finger and then fist her until I was again pressing against Mum's cervix, but this time to get in, not out.

“Your Sissy loves that, Domina.” I replied. “She loves seeing how much she entertains her Domina.” I used feminine pronouns.

“And your Domina loves being entertained by her Sissy, but the silks can’t be stained, and we have little time…” the phone buzzed, lighting up with another message from Dad She showed me it, he was on his way back, due in about fifteen minutes.

“Well, have a piss, Domina and I can still entertain you.” I said. She frowned and shook her head.

“I want you tarted up ready. That’s not to be rushed.” She dashed off to pee, barking over her shoulder. “Just stand still and wait, no fondling.” On her return she swept up the emerald silk Basque, arranging me to slip it on, positioning the, prosthetic tits into the lacy cups, with a cut-out for the perky plastic nipples. My raging, autoerotic desire made my hard cock stiffen further as I admired my sexy, girly-wrapped self.

Mum moved round my back. “Breath in Sissy, let’s give my girl a waist for Daddy-Master to admire.” She directed, pulling up the zip of the corset. ‘I erred on the size smaller.” She added. I sucked in my breath as the Basque clamped round as she tugged the zip up.

“Fuck, women wear these for pleasure.” I gasped as the silk gripped remorselessly, constricting my waist.

“We girlies wear them for our men’s pleasure.” Mum replied with a naughty giggle.

“I hope we girlies do, Domina.” I shivered, thrilled by the idea of Dad’s arousal at my aberrant, sensual self. I hoped I turned him in on as much my own, inflamed homo-autoeroticism. I felt so hot and sultry. Surely, all tarted up as his LadyBoy dream, he would pound his prick into his girly-Sons man-pussy.

“He won’t be able to keep his hands off you, his very own Son remade into me.” Mum picked up the garter and rolled up stockings, all silk. “Or his cock out of your LadyBoy cunt. Now stand still.” She directed, kneeling to slide the garters up my legs and clipping them on the suspenders from the Basque. Biting her tongue in concentration, she rolled the sheer silks up each leg. The diaphanous fabric felt indulgent. She checked and fettled so that each seam was straight before fitting them to the garter suspenders.

“Mum, sorry, Domina, that’s so sexy it’s untrue.” Sweetie shuddered as he looked dn at me, his rampant cock at my eye level, incongruous thrusting out from the sumptuous silk panties.

“You look gorgeous Sissy, ready for your Master.” Mum reached pulled out a metal ball weight from a bedside cabinet, a heavy donut of stainless steel. “This ring will stop you being shy.” She murmured, stretching my nuts out.

“With this ring I thee pledge…” I murmured, Mum glanced up at me before concentrating on securing the ball weight, cupping my testicles.

“With this ring you pledge to love, honour and obey your Mother Dominatrix.” She squeezed my balls.

“I do.” I gazed down at Mum.

“Now look at yourself.” Mum stood and pulled the towel off the mirror.

“I look wonderful!” I gasped, indeed, I was seeing me beyond sexy and into the wildest, weirdest fantasy I hadn’t ever explored so fully. Mum had done wonders with my face. My fingers flew up to flutter at what looked like my Mum or Sister staring back at me.

“We have always shared a family look, the same facial structure, so you were a very familiar canvas. You just needed some magic here and there to reveal my hidden babydoll.” Mum said.

“Incredible Mum, um, Domina. And…oh fuck…” I let my eyes wander down from my unfamiliar, but familiar face, to my transformed body. A hot surge of exquisite autoerotic lust raged in me at the handsome redhead shrouded in sultry silk. A hot and horny woman, athletic frame gift wrapped in emerald silk with the delightful deviancy of a stiff cock and heavy testicles. “Oh, oh… I am…”

“Cumming?” Mum recognised the familiar signs. My self-lust at this decadent deceit, me as a pretty looking pussy, impelled me to orgasm. I nodded, as Mums hands flew down in front of my cock. A powerful spontaneous ejaculation shot out as my body convulsed in homo-autoeroticism.

“Oh Mummy!” I gasped, both elated and embarrassed by my effusion of self-lust.

“My girl, my sweet, sweet girl.” Mum held up her cum covered fingers. “Truly my Sweetie, my sweet girl at last. Enjoy.” As she proffered them, I lapped and licked her fingers almost clean.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.” I said as Mums made to lick off the last traces of my ejaculate.

“Oh my child, if you turn yourself on dressed like this…” she gestured into the mirror, at the athletic, striking buxom redhead wrapped in sumptuous silk. “Just imagine how much Daddy will want to fuck his LadyBoy daughter.” As she said that, we heard Dad shout.

“Honey’s, Daddy’s home!”

“Wait in here, but pop some lube in whilst I greet your Master!” Mum ordered over her shoulder as she hurried off