Andrea's sex life

Half an hour later after they were seated and had ordered, Charlene had decided on a wonderful topic of conversation.

“Soooo… how big is Brian?”

Andrea cartoonishly spat out what little she had drunk already of her soda.

“Mom!”.

“Whaaat, I’m just taking an interest in my daughter’s health! I know my way around a pipe, if you catch my drift, so I’m a fountain of knowledge!”

“Mom, seriously?!”.

“Oh don’t be so prudish, you never were when you were pretending to be a boy!”.

“*sigh* He’s pretty big”.

“How long are we talking… about this long?”.

Charlene gestured roughly six inches with her hands.

“No, more like, a lil’ bit longer than that. And about half as thick”. Andrea pointed to the straw dispenser on their table, easily at least 10 inches tall.

Charlene’s draw dropped.

“Holy shit. You’re a prodigy, just like your mom! Did it hurt when he put it in?”.

“My jaw totally killed at first, but then I got used to it”.

“Impressive, but what about when he shoved it up your cute little booty?”.

“MOM!”.

A server had arrived with their drinks and had caught wind of their conversation, smirking at them not out of malice, but out of appreciation from a fellow ‘slut’; a fact both Andrea and Charlene intuitively recognised, but the ‘transgirl’ felt humiliated for.

“That was like soooooo embarrassing!”.

“There’s no reason to be shy about this stuff. Everybody fucks, a whole lot. Hell, me and your dad can barely keep our hands off each other whenever you’re out the house. I’ve probably swallowed more cum in my time than vodka. Especially when I was your age. I remember this one guy who worked at the carnival and he…”.

Andrea opened ‘her’ mouth to object again, but thought; ‘What’s the use, she’s gonna keep talking about fucking whenever she feels like it now she’s gotten comfortable with me. Better get used to it’.

Charlene recounted tales of her sexual exploits and inquired about Andrea’s, being overly-invested about how her ‘daughter’ felt, how good Brian was, what his cum tasted like…

Part way through the meal, Andrea’s phone came to life with a call.

‘OH THANK GOD’, ‘she’ thought as she checked who was calling.