Her words

Painfully, you pull away from her kiss and slip out of her sweet embrace, drawing anguished aching whimpers from you both. You almost fall right back into her embrace, but you hold yourself back. "You're right, mommy...er, mom. We should quit playing for the day. I'll, uhm see you tomorrow I guess." You stammer, then turn shame faced away, no longer able to meet her gaze.

You run up to your bathroom to take a shower, hoping to wash the stickiness and sweat and shame away. The first two take time, the third only grows worse as you realize the enormity of what you have done. You don't know which is worse, the fact that you've spent the day sucking, stroking, and grinding on a hard cock, or that the cock was attached to your beautiful bimbo mother? Either way the shame isn't stopping you from growing achingly hard again, but no matter what you do, you can't cum.

Finally, frustrated you turn into bed early, tossing and turning and aching and agonizing. You eventually manage to fall into slumber, praying for a dreamless sleep...

You don't get it...

You watch your cock slide inside a tight, hungry sissy cunt. Feel it squeeze down greedily on your girth, feel her plump ass cheeks crush against your hard abs. You grip her hips with your hard, huge hands and hear a familiar whimper as you pull her harder onto your thick cock.

Wait...you don't have hard abs, huge hands, or a thick cock...you turn to search for a mirror, and see your father in the reflection, fucking the life out of a sissy bitch, who is bucking back **** for more. You see the sissy turn to look at her Daddy with love, see your own face looking back at you only more beautiful than you ever realized it could be.

Suddenly you are the one looking up at Daddy, the one begging him to fuck you harder, the one feeling his fat cock fill you up...until you feel like you're going to...

...

"Well I see someone had a good dream." Your mother is dressed like a proper school marm...in a porno. Oversized thick black rim glasses, her hair in such a tight bun it must be closing off what little circulation she has getting to her brain, a tight white silk blouse that buttons all the way up and looks like it will pop open if she breaths wrong, and a black pencil skirt that shows off her shapely legs and the bulge of her sissy shaft she no longer needs to tuck. Her legs are lovingly covered in sheer black nylons leading down to her stiletto heels. You squirm in your sticky sheets, your member already stirring.

Your mom pulls out two outfits from behind her and holds them up. One a private school looking boys uniform. Button up white dress shirt, blue vest and matching tie, and blue shorts with the emphasis on short. The other is a similar outfit, only clearly cut for a girl with a similarly short plaid, pleated skirt. "So, sweetie spurties. This week mommy is going to be your teacher. Either I will finally teach you how to be a man, which unfortunately means no more sissy playtime, or I teach you how to be a good sissy daughter, which will be hard in its own way."

You look at the two outfits and think back to your warped wet dream. You could never be as manly as your father, but maybe you could get close enough. On the other hand, you could definitely be as beautiful as the Bitch getting fucked by your father...