Chapter 1 - Seperation and Return

 It all began in July. I was only eleven than and I never really saw the signs. My life would unravel and I never even saw the tangled thread. I only remember some shouting between Mom and Dad, than silence, than lots of crying, mostly Mom. 

I can remember all of us sitting down to dinner one evening everything seemed like a normal Friday night. We were sitting around and all Mom and Dad seemed to do was stare at each other. I would pipe in talking about... anything I was desperate to alleviate the deep tension. I could feel their rage, anguish, and confusion. I knew everything was falling apart and I couldn't do anything. 

They divorced each other than in the middle of July. I came home one evening, I was so happy me and some friends had been playing in a giant storm drain playing soldiers, and Dad was packing some suitcases and Mom was screaming at him and crying. Dad didn't even look at her. He just stopped at the door when I came in. He knelt down and embraced me. He told me he had to leave and that he loved me very much. 

After that me and mother had to move out of our house and moved into a trailer park. Mom was different... She lost her job at the school district and started working at a convenience store. She spent much of her time crying and yelling at me. She started drinking a lot. There was nothing I could do to reach her. 

Dad... Dad was gone. I never heard from him. I would ask Mom at first if she knew his number or his address. She would scream at me that Dad was a freak and that his disgusting ways would take him to Hell where he deserved to be. She told me that I would never see him again and that he should... well she mostly cursed and yelled about him. I didn't really understand much of what she was talking about. I eventually learned not to mention him and keep quiet about our old life. 

Life goes on you try and forget, I tried to move on. Things had moved on, Mom got worse and worse, but I did my best to keep out of her way. Than one day everything changed. It was the day before my fifteenth birthday when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door and there was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was tall, with long blonde hair and she wore a tight low cut top revealing some really big breasts.

She gave me the biggest smile and snapped me up in warm tight hug. There was something familiar about her and especially about the embrace. In a warm soothing voice. “Oh Brian! I have missed you so much son!” As she released me from her arms my head began to swim. “What? Who are you? How do you know my name?” I asked, something already nagging at my brain. “Oh honey, it's me it's Daddy.” Her smile was a bit dimmed and trouble alighted her brow. “I sent you all those letters... I thought you knew about my... transition.” 

“What? I didn't get any letters! I thought.. You LEFT US! You left ME! And now you are... What the fuck ARE you?!” I yelled at him... her... I was furious at him... 

She was shocked and tears welled up as she stared at me.... “Please Brian let me explain son. PLEASE! I have been trying to see you for so long. Please...”

At this point Mom had woken up. When she saw the woman at the door she began screaming. “YOU! Get the FUCK OUT! I have a restraining order... I will call the sheriff and have your FAGGOT ASS in jail! That's where you want to be isn't YOU BITCH!” 

The woman at the door... My Dad... Ran off the porch crying. 

Than the lawyer came. About a week later Mom got served a bunch of papers and a well dressed man in a suit came and explained that she would be losing custody of me completely if she didn't come up with a compromise. She told him to fuck off and started drinking more. 

Within a month the woman from the door, the woman who was(is) my Dad, came and picked me up with the Sheriff and some more men in suits. I went to live with my Dad the shemale... 

During our drive to her, his, our new home Dad tried to explain some things. He told me how Mom had made a bunch of claims that he had abused Mom and me and that he was some kind of deviant. She made sure he couldn't visit and how he couldn't afford a lawyer to do anything about it than. He told me how he had written me every week and tried to call, but Mom had unlisted our number. 

Than he explained as carefully as he could that he was not a he, but a she. That he had always felt that way, but had been ashamed and guilty of it. He had married Mom right after high school and tried to be normal. It just never worked, he always felt “wrong”. When he told Mom how he felt she lashed out at him and called him horrible names. Eventually they split up and he tried to get partial custody of me and that's when Mom started making horrible accusations about him. 

Dad, or Elisa as she was now calling herself, had gotten a good job in the entertainment industry and moved to California. It took her awhile, but eventually she had enough money to get a good attorney and was ready to get me back in her life. 

My new house was great, it was a big two story house in a beautiful neighborhood. There were palm trees lining the street. A big change from the battered trailer park in Michigan... Elisa, Dad, told me he already had me a room ready, that she had for almost two years.

She started crying deep sobbing tears than. “I love you so much son! I am so sorry I left you for so long... I... I just want you to give me a chance... Let me be a good parent to you again... Please let's just try!” She hugged me than, and I still wasn't sure about it all, I just sat there in my seat while she hugged me and wept. 

She showed me around the house, which was as amazing inside as out. The living room had a huge big screen TV and shelves full of movies. There was all kinds of room and art on the walls, like something in a movie. I was a bit wowed, my room was equally cool with my own TV on the wall, an Xbox One, and a laptop... I even had surround sound mounted on the walls! She told me there was a pool out back and showed me this enormous bathroom with some kind of super shower with four shower heads all around you. 

Despite the overwhelming amount of “stuff” I was still pretty skeptical, and in some ways the luxury of the place made me doubt Dad even more. I had grown accustomed to harder life the last few years and it was like Dad was showing off all this crap he had while Mom and me suffered. I didn't say much, although I could tell Elisa wanted me too. I just asked if I could go to bed and left. I am pretty sure she was crying later on in the evening I could hear her outside my door once or twice, but I tried hard to keep a cold wall up when I thought about Dad, or whoever she was. 

The next few weeks continued to be awkward, although I could tell Elisa was trying pretty hard to make me welcome. We took a trip to Disneyland and she drove me to see all these places in Hollywood one afternoon, but I was still pretty determined to keep her out. She spent time with me whenever she wasn't working, which was weird too she would go for a day or two out of the week and come back. She didn't like go to the office or job she just worked a couple of days a week as far as I could see, and she really didn't talk about it much other than saying it was entertainment business. 

One morning I got up early and was downstairs making some breakfast I noticed a box and some papers on the table. I glanced at the papers while I ate some cereal. They looked like legal papers relating to my custody. In the box was a bunch of papers and some envelopes. I rifled through them a bit pullling one out at random. It was a letter addressed to me. It was dated two years back. 
          Dear Brian, 

        I have been missing you so much! I got to go to the beach today! The last of the surgeries went well and I am pretty much recovered.It has been tough        the last few months. I feel like everyone is staring at me and that I am some kind of monster. I wish you were here you were always so brave and strong!     When your mother and I were fighting so much you always tried so hard to make things better and I admire that in you son. As I swam in the cool clear ocean all I could think of is how much I wish you were with me. Maybe someday soon you will. 
         With all my love,
             Elisa

        P.S. I hope you get a chance to start this season in football! 

There was a picture of her waving and smiling with the ocean behind her. I was shocked. I didn't really believe her when she told me about all the letters. Yet here they were a box full of... years of letters and postcards all addressed to me. Asking how I was telling me about all the changes and adversity she had gone through to become a woman. Mostly though they were about how much she missed me... Again and again that she loved me so much and that she wished I could be there with her. 

A little while later Elisa came down for breakfast. Usually I would simply avoid her and go to my room and lock the door. I had been avoiding her pretty skillfully for over a month. Instead I sat down at the table with her as she drank her coffee. I handed her the letter I had first read. 

“Dad... Would you like to go the beach today?” She broke down sobbing and draped her arms around me. I hugged her back and I cried for all the time we had been apart.  

Things had begun to get better in my new home. I felt like I belonged and Elisa and I were becoming closer and closer. I also got the chance to start training again for football. The summer was winding down and two a days would be starting in just a few weeks. I was running every morning and lifting weights in our home gym, another of the amenities of my new super house. 

Elisa introduced me to her personal trainer, his name was James and he had played in the NBA for a couple of seasons, and had him come over and help me train twice a week. It was amazing to work with a pro! He was huge, like 6'8” and weighed like 290, black guy who made me feel like I could do anything. Setting up a workout with him gave me something to focus on and try for. 

I came home after a run one morning and Elisa had left a note that she would be out working all weekend and I had the house to myself. She joked no parties, but it would have been tough since I really didn't know anyone. She said her friend Sarah would check up on me Sunday. She left me some money to order pizza and told me to be good, but not too good. It was sweet, and really cool that she trusted me. 

That evening I was looking through the movies to find something good to watch and found something strange. There were a few DVD cases that were unlabeled and the movies inside had simple labels on them, all of them stamped with a company logo and something saying EARLY SCREEN. I took one of them out and put it in the player. It's label was “The Fairy Queen”. 

I had an idea what it was pretty quick. I had seen a little porn here and there when we had internet at the trailer. So I was a little excited. The first scene had a really cute brunette, I think she was supposed to me wizard or something, and this blonde guy, prince Charming I believe. It was really hot she was blowing him than... She took off her skirt and she had a DICK! I was a bit freaked and hit fast forward... but not skip... The brunette took a really long anal pounding before he... and she shot their loads... 

I stopped it up short at the next sex scene starting. It had these two really muscular black guys who were apparently holding the Queen prisoner. With the lighting all I could see was that she had really huge gorgeous tits. Each of the black dudes, who were really hung, took turns getting blistering oral from the blonde “Queen”. When they stood her up and turned her around to face the wall, her hands chained up, I couldn't help but start jerking myself. As the first black jailer lubed his cock up he agressively fingered the blonde chicks ass. I was hard as rock stroking myself waiting for the sex to begin. As he jammed his thick veiny tool into her tight hole she finally moaned loudly, I felt a curious tremor in my mind. As he started to really ride her rough she threw her head back and stared over her shoulder into the camera... IT WAS ELISA! DAD! ELISA! 

At the same moment I was climaxing so hard. My chest and legs were covered in a mess before I could even think. I stared in shame and lingering arousal as my, my, my DAD got nailed on the screen in front of me. Her huge breasts undulating to the solid thrusts and her panted gasps along with her throbbing cock all displaying her clear enjoyment. 

As though coming to my senses I grabbed the remote and snapped off the TV. Gathering myself up I ran to bathroom and cleaned up. I stared into the mirror berating myself for... What the fuck was wrong with me! That was.. That was Elisa... My parent, even if I didn't think the word Dad, still my parent... I had just masturbated to my own parent... OH SHIT I was going to be fucked up for life! 

I lay in bed that night and tried to listen to music. To do anything to take my mind off of it. But the images of her opening her thighs and taking in all that big cock... OH SHIT I was getting hard again! Dammit if I had only known... That... That Elisa was a... a porn star? Entertainment my ass! She was a fucking porn star... I fell asleep with visions of Elisa's throbbing cock dancing before my mind's eye... 

I heard the ring of the doorbell only distantly through the wall of sleep. I pulled on some shorts and tried to run downstairs. I heard the door closing and a rosy voice called out “Briiiiiannn?” 

I came to stop at the bottom of the stairs to find an attractive dark haired woman smiling at me. She was really trim with a tight pink t-shirt and very short cutoff jean shorts on. She was very cute, and familiar... “Oh hello Brian! I am Elisa's friend Sarah. God she is soo happy to have you home!” She looked me over with her big brown eyes. “Mmmm you are a cutey aren't you! Here I must give you a big hug!” She had perhaps the kindest voice I had ever heard. She hugged me and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating... Having her firm breasts crushed up against me made feel a little heady too. 

Than it hit me... She was the wizard chick from the movie! Oh shit could she tell I knew! “Oh umm yeah umm Da- I mean Elisa told me you would come by... I'm ahhh yeah hey I'm cool...” 

She grinned at me revealing super white perfect teeth. “Well I can't leave you here all alone! You are coming out to brunch with your Aunt Sarah!” She waved her finger tsk tsking. “Don't you say no. Now go get dressed.” She slapped me playfully on the butt as I headed upstairs. 

Sarah had a cool convertible Mustang, a black GT, and she drove it like a crazy person. She laughed all the time. She asked me how I liked So-Cal, that's what she called it, she said she came up here from Maryland a couple of years ago and that Elisa had saved her... Of course she laughed at that too. 

She was actually really funny and enjoyed having... brunch, which was kind of like breakfast and lunch together... with her a great deal. I just tried not to see the image her on her knees with a cock in her mouth.

For her part Sarah couldn't get enough hearing about how I was doing and how was I adjusting. She seemed to care a lot for Elisa, and by extension me. She touched my arm and smiled warmly through the meal. After we ate she drove me home. It was so weird, I had seen this... transsexual have sex and I wasn't sure if she noticed my nerves or not. I kept having to... adjust my pants to keep my erection from being noticable.

The truth is she was so cool that I really wanted to make a good impression. She walked me in and gave me another warm hug. I could barely think with her so close. All I could manage was to mutter thanks for the meal and that I would tell Elise that she came by. She gave me strange knowing smile as she walked out and told me she hoped to see me again soon. 

Elise got home that evening and I was super awkward around her. I excused myself and turned in early. The next couple of days I did everything I could to avoid her. I could tell it was bothering her, but I didn't know what to say. I was so ashamed at myself and really didn't know how, or if I even should bring something so... freaky up. 

James came over for our training session on Wednesday and I threw myself into it. We were doing circuit training and I was focused, James commented that if I kept it up I would definitely make first string. Elise had apparently come down and I heard her voice ring from the doorway. 

“I hate to break it up, but could I steal James away for a few minutes?” 

“It's no problem Miss Corwin. Brian is killing today.” Replied James smiling at me. “You finish up three more circuits and call it a day if I don't make it back down. Come on Elise what can I do you for?” They walked back upstairs together. 

I finished my workout and headed upstairs for a shower. As I walked past my room I could hear some voices from Elise's room. I walked up the hallway hesitantly. I could hear a groan and rapid panting as I neared. Her door was slightly ajar and I peered in I was a little stunned. James had Elise bent deeply over on the bed, her face pressed down on the bed he grasped a handful of her long blonde hair. 

The wet slapping noise as he thrust his hips forward in long deep strokes made my head swim. Elise was gasping and moaning as she cried out “Deeper! Oh fuck me DEEP! Give me your big black cock Daddy!” One hand was between her legs pulling desperately at her throbbing member. Her animal cries of lust snapped me out of my eaves dropping. 

I stumbled down the hallway my stiff cock pressing at the elastic waist of my shorts. I ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I tried to wash away the image of what I had just seen, but it only served to arouse me further. I masturbated there in the shower seeing Elise in ecstasy swimming before my eyes. I lost my self and sat down in the shower even more uncertain than before. 

I heard the front door close as James left. I changed and wandered downstairs my a thousand thoughts running rampant through my mind. I was drinking a cold bottle of water in the kitchen when I started, spitting water up all over the floor. 

“I said how was your workout Brian?” Asked Elise standing at the bar seperating the kitchen from the living room. She was wearing a red lycra sports bra and matching shorts her hair pulled up in tight pony tail.

“Careful with that water!” She walked into the kitchen wiping her fingers across my lips and down my neck. “Mmm here give me a drink of that...” She took the bottle from my hand licked at the opening taking a sip and letting it overflow down her chin and chest. “Oh woops I am so messy!” She ran her hand across her great rounded chest. “Ooo that water is cold... Look at my nipples!” She grinned at me for a moment.

“Come on honey I have us some snacks and a movie to watch. Let's relax.” She pulled me along sitting down together on the couch. She snapped on the TV and queued up the movie. I was already shifting uncomfortably on the couch as we sat so close together. What sprang to life on the screen made me nearly leap off the couch! It was “The Fairy Queen”!

It was starting on the dungeon scene too! I stammered and tried to stand up. Elise gripped my upper thigh rubbing the inside of my leg. “I-I-I Ummm please... I'm sorry Da- Elise I'm so sorry...” 

“Don't be sorry honey. I should have told you what I do.” She spoke smoothly and lovingly. Her hand brushing at my hair she moved her lips closer to my ear. “I'm not ashamed of my work. It makes so many people happy.”

She breathed into my ear. Her lips brushing my neck. “Ooo look at that baby. Mmm that Vince has the best cock. Watch him push it my mouth.” She purred in my ear. Her hand moved further up my thigh, her fingers brushing the crotch of my shorts. “Do you think I suck cock good honey?” 

I could only gulp and groan. I was so hard I could hardly think. Her hand slid under the leg of my shorts. She began kissing my neck and licking tantalizingly at my ear lobe. The breath caught in my throat and I came hard in my shorts. I was groaning loudly and I tried to stand up, but I was so dizzy I just collapsed onto the couch. 

“Oh sweetheart are you OK?” She put the back of her hand against my forehead. She kissed my cheek and there staring me face to face so close. I kissed her back deeply on the lips. Her free hand slipped into my shorts fondling my shaft gently wiping at my damp penis. We kissed each other again my head swimming even faster. 

Elise drew back sitting back. She pulled her hand from my shorts lifting it to her lips licking the sticky semen residue. “Oh Brian you are so delicious! God I am so horny right now.” She pulled off the skin tight shorts letting her large pulsing shaft pop from the tight binding clothing. She sat there facing me making the long throbbing tool dance hypnotically for a moment. She grasped it in her hand looking me directly in the eye she began to stroke it rhythmically.

I felt renewed vigor of my own watching her building up speed and strength. Blood running coursing back into my private place I took hold and shared in Elise's passion. “Oh God you hard again! Soo young and strong baby you are so wonderful!” She stroked harder and harder.

The sound of screaming and moaning from the screen only made the whole perverse moment more intoxicating. Elise began to flush visibly her eyes squeezing shut as began to shudder her head thrashing back and forth. “Oh Brian! Brian! You are making me CUM!” 

She came for so long and so hard I couldn't restrain myself as I shot all over my own chest. Her ejaculation was so strong it splashed wetly on my own cheek and chest. The couch was covered with our mutually expelled semen. We both lay there semi-conscious staring longingly into each others eyes. The taboo only heightening our lusts. 