Brett was making easy three-point shots into some trash cans, being both bored and annoyed at the same time (that is, being a 13-year-old).
"Brett?" called a vaguely familiar voice.
Brett turned around - and dropped his basketball.
Standing in the kitchen doorway of the Laird's house was his deceased mother, whom he knew only from photos and old movies, wearing a filmy pink teddy. Her nipples and bush were vaguely visible under the fabric, and her face was warm and smiling.
Brett's mother had died giving birth to him, a fact that his oldest brother and father never let him forget. The only reason Brett knew what his mother looked or sounded like was old home movies (Andf Brett's very first porn movie was a home-made one starring his mother, his father, and Mr. Laird, so she was also his most frequent sexual fantasy as well).
"Mom?"
"Come on in, honey!" Matt-Lady beckoned. "I've got something special for you!" And she went inside.
Brett didn't hesitate. He followed the apparition into the Laird house, into the master bedroom, where the lovely womanly form stood beside the bed.
"Is that really you, Mom?" Brett asked, but before she could answer ran up and embraced her with all his strength, crying into her shoulder.
Matt-Lady held the crying boy and - becoming aroused by the whole thing, as if she wasn't already - bared a breast for him. It didn't take much to get the confused boy to suck the nipple, a physical delight that made shivers run through Matt-Lady's body.
It was tricky pulling down the boy's shorts while he was sucking her tit, but Brett himself helped with that. Son, the boy had relaxed and released the tit, and Matt-Lady got him a tissue to blow with.
After cleaning himself up, Brett tried to say something, but Matt-Lady silenced him with a finger against the lips. Matt-Lady leaned over and examined Brett's young four-inch circumcised cock up close, running her lips along it, making Brett shiver. Slowly, savoring the feel and taste of the young boy, Matt-Lady took his cock into her mouth and gave her first-ever blowjob.
It was pleasant for both of them, especially when Brett blew a load into her mouth and she swallowed the sweet seed. A bit of sucking ensured that his prick didn't soften, and she lay him back on the bed and straddled him, rubbing her moist cunt against his boyish hardness.
Matt-Lady squealed a bit as Brett slid into her - it felt so very different from the rubber dildo. Brett made gasping noises as he found himself feeling intense pleasure unlike anything his hand had ever given him. She rode him slowly, savoring the pleasures of being a woman riding a hard cock.
Matt-Lady took a while to cum, but Brett came twice inside her. The sensation was marvelous. After her shuddering orgasm, she lay atop the boy and rolled around on the bed with him, giggling and frenching him. She had a great cum - but she was hungry for more.
Matt-Lady got an idea and rolled off of Brett. "Roll over, baby," she cooed. "Mommy has a special treat for you." Taking out the wand, she pointed it at her crotch and whispered, "I wish I had a clit that could become a dick whenever I said ... abracadabra!"
With the whispered wish, Matt-Lady's original penis grew out of her cunt, replacing her clitoris. Bending over, she ran her tongue inside Brett's sweaty young asshole, making him squeal and jerk in pleasure. Eager and hard, she got into position, pulled Brett up by his slender boyish hips, and said, "Surprise!" and slid his seven incher partway into Brett's virgin asshole.
Matt-Lady and Brett both cried out at the sensations as Matt-Lady rode the young boy slowly at first, then faster, before cumming inside his bowels.
Matt-Lady collapsed on the bed, overwhelmed at the orgasm he had just had. "Well," she thought to herself, "While being a woman is fun, I guess at heart I'm still a queer guy."
Brett crawled over to Matt-Lady and held her and began kissing her. Matt-Lady had to admit that part was nice.
"You don't have to pretend," Brett said. "I know you aren't my mom. Mom didn't have a dick."
"I'm sorry, honey," Matt-Lady began to explain, but Brett Interrupted her.
"I know you're the devil."
Matt-Lady was stunned enough for Brett to sit up and remove his t-shirt. There were ragged cuts on his chest, some new, some just old scars.
"Dad always told me that God didn't want be 'cause I killed my mom being born," Brett explained. "So I though maybe the devil would like me and I prayed and gave my blood and thought wicked thought and here you are and you don't hate me and -" Brett broke into tears and held Matt-Lady and cried and told her all about how his father and oldest brother Don blamed him for his mother's death and how his brother Bryan ignored his existence and how lonely and in pain he was. Brett cried until he fell asleep.
Now Matt-Lady felt like a complete asshole. She had just wanted to get laid, not hurt and traumatize a sweet young boy. She picked up the wand and looked at it. Maybe she could help him out somehow or make his family nicer -