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"Yes, mommy," you whispered.

"What was that, dear?" Her hand was directly massaging your aching sissy cock now.

"Yes, mommy! I am a good boy!" you whined.

She let out a chuckle that was almost menacingly deep, took her hand off your crotch, and stood up directly in front of you. It turns out she had been stroking her own cock under the table while you were so distracted. The same cock you'd discovered only yesterday.

"Does a good boy peek on their mother in the shower?" She asked softly.

You squirmed under her inquiring gaze. "No, mommy..."

The motherly fondness you knew so well returned to her face.

"Then show me what a good boy you really are, and let me breed you like the sissy slut I know you can be."

A moment later her cloth-covered cock was caressing your cheeks. The day before yesterday you hadn't even known it existed, and now it was coating your face in a thin layer of pre-cum. What had your mommy called you? A sissy slut? How could she say that... _How could she not? _Without thinking about it, you had stuck your tongue out and started lapping at her leaking head through the fabric. You were showing yourself to be a true little cock-craving sissy without even realising it. But this was mere foreplay for your mother. She whipped out her raging boner, grabbed your long curly locks, and **** her way into your open maw, again and again. You had thought of your mother as a stellar suburban soccer mom, a pillar of the neighbourhood. But here she was fucking your mouth ruthlessly with her formerly hidden shemale rod. She was making you hers, and she was going to guide you and your holes into being the best bitch you could be.

"Sweetie, today's load is going down your mouth. We're - guh - starting simple. We'll start your anal training this afternoon. Ngh, I can't wait to fill that trap ass of yours with my cum."

For now your mommy settled for filling your throat. Ropes of white pearly essence shot into your stomach. Still cumming, she pulled her shaft out of your stretched lips with a Pop! and continued to unload onto your face. You whimpered as every square inch of your androgynous features was caked with her baby batter. If someone could have taken a photo of the two of you then, no one would have suspected that the hot tranny MILF in it was coating her stepson with her creamy goo. Stepdaughter, certainly. Even shemale whore would have been more believable. But you knew the truth, and you loved it.