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I felt a gush of hot liquid hit my thighs, legs, and knees. Was Kevin pissing himself or did he just cum a whole lot? It was hard to focus on it while letting his soft ass muscles cumshot milk my dick free of all of the cum. I felt a bit more liquid run down my legs and it was so hot. My legs shiver while riding out the orgasm. The whole time Kevin was pushing his ass hard against me in return, his hand pulling on himself to match my orgasm with the same ferocity. His hips quiver in my hands, and his toes lift up behind him rubbing along my thighs while his entire bodies muscles clinch during his blissful orgasm. For a few moments my mind was in paradise letting the last few beads fall free within. Then slowly I start to withdraw myself form Kevin. I took a scoot back and stood down off the beds edge, fell back to sit on the ground after that amazing fuck with my best friend seemed like the best thing to do. My eyes widen in a shock and what I see changes my world completely upside down. Between Kevin’s legs, just below that ass I had fucked was a smooth clean slit. A full-on pussy that had been so wet I could tell that it was the reason my legs had been soaked. “WHAT THE FUCK!”, I yell as my eyes stare at Kevin’s pussy. Kevin looks over his shoulder as his eyes start to come down from his orgasmic high. They widen with sudden realization at what I was looking at. “Shit, ummmm, look I have a really small dick Ok”, was all he said. My mind suddenly starts to flash back through my life in a new way, no longer was I thinking my best friend was gay, but he had been transgender, how the fuck did I not know. Kevin always used the stall when going to the restroom, never a urinal. When we went to the lake or pool, he wore a shirt because he was sensitive to the sun, right? His mom had such small breast, hardly reaching A-cups, was Kevin’s chubby fat not actually chubby fat amateur but instead just small boobs. My world was turning so fast I thought I might pass out from how rapid my breathing was going. Then Kevin was in front of me on his…her…his knees, his face a few inches from mine. “Look, I’m still a guy ok, I really believe my small dick is just a curse for girls.” I did not know what to think or believe; but, seeing Kevin look at me with his eyes determined to make sure I was OK helps relax me. I finally spoke, “You have the smallest dick I have ever seen.” Kevin was almost in tears at knowing I was accepting him for who he was, his life of a misunderstood secret was gone. “Still big enough to satisfy your mom”, Kevin busts out a foot fetish joke just like he always did. We set there in silences a moment, my eyes drifting down to between his legs, his pants now fully off on my bed. My own naked body feeling the pull of my skin from all the dried cum covering my belly. “How about we get cleaned up,” Kevin said seeming to know what I was thinking. He stood up, reaching a hand down to me. I grasp it and we both stood up, “I guess the final answer,” I say with a short pause, “is that I want to keep being gay with you Kevin.” I felt his arms wrap around my shoulder and pull me down to kiss him, this time his face was glowing with happiness. How bright his eyes light up made what Kevin said whispering in my ear next get hard instantly, “Next time lets rub our dicks together.” To many of my friends it is not too difficult to imagine that very soon sex with mom will be just another normal aspects of relationships between an adult son and a caring mother. My story is an example of one such nurturing mother-son relationship. After the start of the sexual relationship my mom is still my mom. There is no change of identity from mother to lover. 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