Five

She keeps the porn playing, the heavy BBC compilation still filling the screen with thick, dark cocks stroking, stretching, and unloading. Your little dick is soft and sticky against your stomach from the last orgasm, the shame of admitting you were hardest for the cocks themselves still fresh.

Mom stays naked on your lap, one hand idly tracing circles on your thigh while she watches your face.

“Question five, baby.”

Her voice is softer now, almost coaxing, but the authority underneath is unmistakable.

“You’ve admitted the big black cocks own your attention. You cum hardest for the size, the look, the loads. Mommy is just the delivery system. So here’s the next part.”

She reaches over to the nightstand and picks up a pair of soft pink panties—hers, the ones she stepped out of earlier. She dangles them in front of your face so the scent and the delicate fabric are impossible to ignore.

“Why does part of you already want to be in these while you watch? Why does the idea of your little dick tucked into soft pink panties, locked away and useless, make you twitch when those thick black cocks are on screen? Why does being the pretty, feminized one—the sissy who gets to watch and serve—feel more natural than trying to compete?”

She doesn’t wait for you to answer right away. Instead she lifts your soft, sticky cock with two fingers and slowly begins sliding the pink panties up your legs. The fabric is cool and smooth. When she pulls the waistband over your hips, your little dick and balls are neatly cupped in the soft pouch, the outline tiny and obscene against the feminine material.

“Look at that. Already looks more right. A cute little package that doesn’t need to do anything except stay small and out of the way while real cocks do the work.”

She settles back on your lap, the crotch of the panties pressed against her bare pussy, and starts rocking her hips in slow, deliberate circles so the soft fabric rubs over your sensitive cock. On the TV a massive black cock is being stroked in extreme close-up, veins standing out, heavy balls tight.

“Say it the sissy way this time. Not just that the cocks turn you on. Say that you want to be the feminized little thing in panties who gets to watch them. Say that your place is soft and pink and locked while they take what they want. Admit you’re happiest as the sissy pet who exists to see big black cocks use Mommy—and anyone else they want.”

Her hand slips into the panties and gives your little dick a few light, dismissive strokes, just enough to keep it interested without letting it get fully hard.

“Be honest, baby. The more you feminize for them, the better it feels. The panties are only the start. Tell Mommy why being a sissy makes the BBC so much hotter.”

The combination of the soft pink fabric trapping your cock, the slow friction against her pussy, the endless parade of thick black cocks on screen, and her calm, expectant voice pushes the words up before you can stop them. Your voice comes out higher, softer, and more ashamed than before.

“I… I want to be in the panties. I want my little dick locked up and useless so I can just watch. Being the sissy feels right—soft and pretty and small—while the big black cocks take everything. I get hotter when I’m feminized for them. I want to stay like this… the sissy who gets to see them use you… and knows that’s all I’ll ever be good for.”

Mom smiles, slow and satisfied. She keeps the gentle rocking motion going, the pink panties growing damp between you, while the porn continues to show exactly what you’re confessing to.

She leans down and kisses your forehead.

“Good girl. That’s the real answer. You’re not just hard for the cocks—you’re hard for becoming the feminized little thing that belongs underneath them. Panty-wearing, locked, watching, serving. We’ll keep going from here.”

She reaches for her phone, still seated on your lap in the pink panties, and types a short note beside question five.

“Answered. Sissy. Panties. Locked. Exists to watch and serve big black cocks. Mommy’s good girl.”

The video keeps playing. Your little dick stays soft and trapped in the damp pink fabric. Mom shows no sign of getting up.