Finish Mommy

I'm pretty sure mommy is being honest in that she isn't going to be mad at me if I leave her, especially when she seems to start to gently push my head away, but the longer I spend away from licking mommy the faster my erection diminishes along with the orgasmic build up and I much rather not start over. I dive back between mommy's thighs with much gusto that I even surprise her hard enough for her knees to hit the table sending it shaking.

"What-" Cassie starts as I know for sure she's going to try and look under the table.

"Ahh. Sorry sweety, J-just a muscle cramp."

"Oh. I know the perfect little massage to he-" Her voice drip with excitement that I'm pretty sure isn't entirely wholesome.

"Nononono. I-I'm fine." Mom interrupts as she tries to push me off of her, put I won't let her take my first nonanal orgasm away from me by flicking a sensitive spot with my stud.

"I....fine....Have a good day MOM." Cassie seems to fume giving up and leaving the room as I don't even care as I'm so close to cumming.

"John....Slo-ow down...I can't... oh goooood." Mommy moans not even trying to muffle herself anymore as her thighs tighten around me and I'm washed in my first penile orgasm I've had since mommy got the wand. Panting I lean back to see what mess I had done, I almost missed my couple spurts of cum having thought it was some sweat, if not for the fact it was securely under mommy's chair and to far from either of us. But as mom grabs the wand my stain and any signs of my handiwork is gone along with the distant sound of a shower upstairs starting.

Shakily I crawl out from under the table to find mom chest heaving and it appears she had pulled her robe aside to play with her breasts. I contemplate, maybe I could sneak out and spend some time with Cassie, but mom quickly grabs a handful of my hair before gasping "You are spending the day with me sweetie. Then tonight you WILL spend it will Cassie to make up for not being the doting little brother."

"Y-yes, mommy." I eep out afraid maybe I did the wrong thing and will be punished, but it seems my "punishment" isn't to severe.

"Now I always wanted to play dress up with you." She smirks as she rises shakily to her feet tugging me upstairs by my hand.

I grip the edges of my skirt as I stare into the mirror. Now that mommy had applied ample make up I can barely recognize myself as a man and I doubt anyone's first thoughts would be that they are looking at one to and if I didn't know better I'd think I was looking at the cutest petite goth chick on earth. My eye shadow for the most part is heavy and I know if my eyes water even a little bit my mascara will run and my pouty lips are thoroughly coated in black shiny lipstick. She had pulled most of my hair into a couple high pigtails while leaving my bangs to frame my face.

"John." Mom declares not sparing a glance at me in the mirror as she finishes her own matching makeup "I think you should get your things and be ready to go."

I spare a glance at the wand that is currently nestled safely between her and the wall.

"W-Where are we going." I squeak out in a voice that borders between cute and dusky.