Learn to be a man.

You've tasted the sweet honeyed temptation of sissy bliss, but you were able to pull back, to resist it. Now you were going to prove that with the right training, you could be a man, or at least a boy...

"I want to learn how to be a man. I'm ready to be a man!" Your voice only cracks a little which you take as a good omen. Your Momm...mom looks at you fearfully, but then puts on a brave smile and hands you your uniform. It fits a little tighter than you expect and the shorts are a little more revealing than you would expect a man to wear, but you decide that is all part of the test and follow your mom down to the basement where a makeshift classroom has been set up. You are taken aback by what you can only describe as a "dildo desk".

"Sigh...that could have been your desk, but unfortunately only sissies get to sit there. You can pick any of the other boooooring boy desks." You pick a desk as far away from the dildo desk as you can and wait for the lesson to begin. Though you have to admit, you are enjoying just watching your mom bend over to look for the chalk, her generous globes threatening to split her tight skirt. Or when she bends over to check her notes and when you crane your neck just right you can see not only her milky orbs straining in her blouse but also the dark beautiful bumpy edges of their arreola.

"Now, study bunny, a real man can focus on his goal and ignore all distractions. So for our lesson I'm going to provide a little...background show, and please pay attention as there will be a pop quiz afterwards." Before you can ask any questions you see a film flicker to life on the whiteboard behind your mother.

Images...filthy and forbidden flash on the screen. Hard, pulsing cocks filling tight, wanting holes. You take a moment to recognize that your mommy is the "star" of all these scenes. "And so when we consider the abstract nature of man..."

You struggle to hear your mother over the pounding of your own heartbeat, but her moans are far more compelling, as are the wet slaps of flesh on flesh. "So when we consider the order of uncertainty..."

Your mommy is on screen in front of you being fucked by your father and brother and begging for more. You can practically catch the sweat falling from their bodies on your outstretched tongue. Meanwhile your mother is blathering on, "so what is the answer then, smarty panties?"