Empty Nest

With Heather’s soft hands continuing to roam over my sensitive flesh as her body tight against my back and her legs hugging tight to mine makes me feel held and safe I am overwhelmed by a bone deep relaxation I never even knew was possible. The honey was certainly working its magic on me as it magnified every pleasure and quelled every pain. But what I was feeling emotionally could not be explained by simple physical sensation, no matter how good it was. Heather in the way she spoke and touched and kissed and held made me feel even better on the inside.

“Heather.” I whisper.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mmm.” I sigh press back against her knowing she could handle my weight. “I, um, I’ve never actually tried anal. I, um, I was lying when I said no.”

“Oh?” Smooth and natural her right hand glides back to return it’s gentle stroking of my balls. “Why did you lie, baby?”

“I don’t know. I felt…ashamed.”

“Oh beautiful man.” She croons. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m sorry for lying to you, Heather.”

“Shhh.”

I spread my legs a little wider to give her freer access. She uses that space to more fully engulf my testes, her fingers sliding around the sides and bottom of my scrotum to hold my nuts completely. With me well in hand…she begins to massage. “Ohhhhhhh. That feels good.”

“Mmmm.” Kiss…kiss…kiss across my shoulder. “I’ve lied to you too, baby. And I have been lying to you since you got here.” Gently, slowly, rhythmically her hand squeezes and relaxes around my nuts. “My honey doesn’t come from my pussy. And that wasn’t the pillows bunching against your back.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

She sighs. Letting my balls go she wraps her arms around me to hold me tight. “Please don’t be scared, Elliot.” Squeezing me harder, so hard that my arms are pinned to my sides, she whispers. “I have a penis.”

So unexpected and so nonsensical were her words that for a few seconds my mind rejects what my ears had just heard. It takes replaying it again in my head until I am convinced that she’d said what she’d just said. “What?”

“It’s true, baby.” Feeling me not struggling or trying to escape Heather’s embrace relaxes and her right hand comes up to begin combing her fingers through my hair. “The women of my family, all of them, have both sets of genitalia. Remember how I said I had a small pussy? Well, that’s because it’s got to fit in between my scrotum and anus. And my honey? Well, that’s precum baby. I’m sorry. I should have told you.”

What the hell? If this was some kind of joke she chose the strangest time to do it. If this wasn’t a joke…the woman really was batshit crazy! “Heather, this isn’t funny.”

“No. It’s not, is it?” She pets my and holds me and kisses me some more. “The truth rarely is. Don’t be scared. My penis doesn’t change who I am or what is happening now.”

“Why are you saying this stuff, Heather? I…I don’t understand. Are you mocking me or…?”

“Mocking you? Ohhhh, no. No baby. I would never mock you.”

“Then why are you telling me this story? I don’t understand, Heather.”

With another sad sigh she says. “I’m not mocking you, Elliot. I am trusting you. You are only the second man I’ve ever told.” Running her hand through my hair one last time before letting her fingers glide down the back of my neck she then pushes me off of her. “He wouldn’t believe me until he saw it either.” She pats my back. “Men. Such visual creatures.”

“You’re, um, going to show me!?”

“Yes, Elliot. I will not have you thinking that I am a liar.” She grips my left shoulder. “But Elliot…please, I don’t want you to feel intimidated or discouraged or lesser than you are. You are a beautiful, vibrant, virile man.” Her fingers dance down my spine. “What I am doesn’t change that, baby.”

“Why are you saying that?”

“Because women like me are…built different.” She pats my back again. “You’ll see. Come on now. On your knees and turn around.”

More confused than ever I scooch forward away from her, my moist back suddenly cool against the breeze, then turn so that I am kneeling on the foot of the bed facing her. She sat back on the headboard supported by pillows with her legs spread. Ohhhh wow! Though I had felt it I hadn’t yet gotten a look at Heather without her shirt and bra on and oh my GOD she was amazing. Each of her huge, full, heavy tits must have been as big my head with plump tawny brown nipples as wide as tennis balls. At their immense size and weight they obviously sagged but not as I would have expected of a woman her age. And their symmetry and shape would have been the envy of women half her years. The rest of her torso was a feast for the eyes as well, so much smooth, fair skin, but it was the chest that my eyes were drawn to. I’d never seen such incredible tits! It made me want to curl up between them and live there forever.

She lets out a laugh as she sees me gawking. She gives her right titty a squeeze, her fingers sinking deep into the supple flesh. As I was ogling her she was doing the same right back to me, her eyes roaming my naked flesh as hands just had. “A breast man, are ya?”

“Um…ohh…” I couldn’t talk. Her moonlit beauty had stolen my words.

Grabbing the pillow in front of her she pauses. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. It wasn’t supposed to get this far.” She takes a deep breath. “Elliot, this is very important. Do not touch me, okay? As I told you, when you came so did my pussy and my dick leaked some honey. You cannot handle any more, baby. Okay? Promise you won’t touch me.”

“You’re beautiful!”

The unexpected and awkwardly blurted compliment brings a smile to her gorgeous face. “You flatter this old lady, handsome man. Now, you promise?”

“I promise.” I whisper, anxious to see that pillow removed. This couldn’t be real, could it? I was about to find out.

She gives me a nod. Pulling the pillow to the side reveals nothing but her long skirt. It was when she started to lift that skirt that things got interesting. Her legs were long yet thick, the extra flesh giving them so much more shape than Blair’s skinny limbs. Up and up her hem glides until I catch a peek at her panties…and the bulge within.

“Hah!”

“Shhhh.”

Pulling her skirt until it was bunched up across her soft belly she reveals her snug white granny panties in full. And good God were they full! Where on another woman would have been all smooth on Heather was the unmistakable shape of massive set of nuts and long, thick schlong! Heather didn’t simply have a penis…she was as hung as a horse!

I shake my head and look again. It hadn’t gone anywhere. With how tight her panties were I could make out every detail; her two big testes, her beefy shaft, I could even make out the fat mushroom tip. What the hell!? It must have been some sort of dildo stuffed down… Mid-thought her cock flexes, stretching the fabric over it, in a very organic way to erase my doubts. It is only then that I notice the large damp spot at the tip from her leaking ‘honey’.

“What?”

“It’s okay, Elliot.” She offers me her hand, and I take it. She smiles and squeezes my hand. “I bet you’re surprised, hm?”

“Uh…yeah.”

“Yeah.” Her thumb rubs the back of my hand. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’m still me. This is just the way I am.”

“I’m not…scared.” I say. “Just…confused.”

“It’s okay to be confused.”

“It’s…really…um…big!”

She laughs a warm, maternal laugh. “Yes it is. Even in my family I’m big. The biggest.” Her grip tightens. “That doesn’t mean you’re small, baby. Okay? Don’t compare yourself to me. You’re a big boy. A big, healthy man.” She pulls me. “Come here baby. I need you close right now.”

Following her guidance I shift to the side and straddle her thick thigh where she has me sit down. My balls nestle into the soft flesh of her leg, my cock standing rock hard above it, as I settle onto her. My inner knee touches her nuts. If she was bothered by my weight on her thigh she shows no sign of it. She bring my hand to her lips to give it a long, hard kiss before letting it go to gently pet her hand down my chest and abdomen.

I look into her eyes for a moment before slowly panning down her incredible and unique body. Hesitantly I raise my hand.

“It’s okay.” Taking my wrist she brings my hand to her breast to allow it to rest there before returning to caress my belly. “Hmmmm.” She hums softly as I take a light grip of her big boob. Ohhh WOW! Her fingers painting up and down my body she gazes up into my eyes. “That’s nice, Elliot. Sooo nice. I like that, baby.”

“I like it too.” I whisper.

“Mmmm.” Her smile widens. “Since we’re being so honest with each other. Do you have any questions?”

Any questions? Where do I even begin!?