Chapter 2

Mom decided to have a Christmas party at her home and of course all family was invited. She called me up to ask if I could come and put up some outside lights, and I told her I could and would be over a bit later. I had to wonder if there was going to be a surprise for me or not. But mom was as good as her word. She said she would have a few surprises but did not say when she would have them.

I got to her place around three and she walked over to me wearing her glasses and gave me a nice tight hug. I could feel her bosoms pressing against me. She had the two upper buttons of her white ruffled blouse undone, giving me a nice peak at her ample breasts.

Mom told me where she wanted the lights and in an hour or so her place was nicely decorated. I went back into her home.

"Did you have a nice time with my bra and half-glasses when you got home that night?"

"Yes mom, that was so loving of you."

"Is my bra nice and stiff, like your socks after you wear them a week or two?"

"Stiffer mom, that bra is so filled it walks on its own."

"Do me a favor and clean these for me?" She asked as she handed me her glasses.

I did so and they sparkled as Flannel does a fine with glasses. I gave them back to her. I had a couple of pics I thought mom would like to see. I was wearing a black skirt with a white ruffled blouse and black patent three inch heels along with ear rings and a string of small pearls. The other pic was the same, heels and skirt but a navy blue top with white lace.

"Close your eyes mom."

"So you have a surprise for me, do you?"

I put the pics in front of her and said, "Open."

She did and saw at once the picture of her son. Mom was giving her half-glasses a good work out as she looked for a few minutes not saying a word but when she spoke, she said,

"You dress like your mom, skirt and blouse. I like that."

"I think it is so nice you take pride in your other side, what name do you go by?"

"Ramona." I told her.

"Sounds like a good Italian name, Is that why you picked it?"

"I like that it sounds Italian and Bob Dylan does a good song about a woman called Ramona."

I was very pleased mom liked the pics and that she knew I took my other side quite seriously.

"John, would you come over here sometime dressed up?"

"Sure mom."

"You would?"

She seemed to think I would not and was rather surprised when I said I would.

"Mom, I go out grocery shopping at times dressed as a woman. I mind my own business and act like a woman. No one ever gives me a bad time."

"Come over here for a minute."

I did so and she takes off her glasses and eyeglass chain and drags her glasses over the lump in my pants. She looks up at the clock and unbuckling my belt pulls down my pants.

"Just a quickie, our company will be here shortly."

She held her glasses along side of my growing cock and wrapped their eyeglass chain of small pearls around my cock and started to give me a very nice hand job.

She had her eye on my cock and when it looked like it would blow a load of custard, like from a chocolate eclair, she once again wrapped her red sexy lips around it and started sucking.

Bobbing her head back and forth, how lovely it feels getting sucked off by my mother, the lady who brought me into the world is doing things that up to now were but a fantasy.

My cock loved her mouth and she loved it as well. I found mom sexy;warm and delicious.

She was fondling my balls with her half-glasses and it was probably what caused me to blow a load like I never had before. Mom took it all in and loved every bit of it.

"You will stay the night John."

We had a nice time, everyone brought a pot or covered dish of something delicious. My old Ken Wood KR6030 was pushing some high quality sound into a pair of expensive three way speakers with ported vents and you would swear the carolers were outside the door.

The time was around eleven and everyone started to say what a great time they had, and that they had to get going. Which was all right by me as mom and I wanted to spend time together.

I figured she only had the one pair of half-glasses as she gave me two pair, but she still had a few pair and ideas to go with them. However I wanted to do more than fetishism, I wanted my mother for the night.

Oh I would let her tease me with them as well as heels but I wanted the real gift of the season and that was to be in my mother.