I do what she says

I stood up uneasily. I had never worn high heels and nearly fell each time I took a step. Mum took several pictures of me. "See the trouble we go to just so you can leer at us."

Mum was quite cross and did not look like she was happy. "Sit down and keep your legs apart. I have to apply your makeup." She pointed to a chair across the room.

I gingerly stepped across. Each step caused my cock to sway making me feel more ready to explode. I sat down.

Mum pulled up another chair close to me and sat down, Her legs were on either side of my right leg. She began to apply makeup to my face. But as she did, her right legs rubbed against my cock.

I kept getting harder until I thought that T was going to pop. "Mum, what are you doing. You are making me......"

"Making you what? A slut? Yes I am making you a slut and a whore." She held up a mirror. I looked at the image. She did a good job. I looked like an overmade up teenage girl. My eyelids were heavy on the mascara, my lashes long, my cheek bones highlighted and my lips bright red. If you didn't see my cock, you would have thought that I was a teenage girl playing hooker.

"Now stand up. You have to get dressed..."