Mommy's !

You wake up and feel something itchy on your wrist. You try to scratch it, but you can't move your arms. You turn your head see your wrists are bound by rope to the bedpost. You struggle in vain, the noise alerting your very nude, very stern looking mommy.

"I see the wannabe man is awake. Well, 'Brian', if all it took to be a man was taking some pills, I would have given them to you years ago. I wanted to break this to you gently, but you will never be a man. So Mommy is going to let you keep your big clit as a reminder of what you will never be, and I'm going to spend the rest of the week teaching you how to be a sissy." You struggle against the restraints but all you get for your efforts are sore wrists.

"Let me out of here, you bitch! I'm more of a man than you! Let me out and I'll prove it!" Your mother smiles knowingly, seemingly unfazed by your tantrum. She pours some lube on her hands and crawls between your legs. You try kicking at her, but she effortlessly lifts your legs up and tosses them over your head. With your arms pinned it's hard to get leverage and she easily hold them down with one hand...the other free to slide between your ample cheeks and slowly circle against your tight hole...

"Now, now, no need for tantrums. Mommy is going to be gentle...unlike you. And if you're a good sissy, mommy won't even have to tell your daddy how terribly you treated his wife." This takes some of the fight out of you. You shudder to think what your dad would do if he found out. Feeling decidedly less manly, you decide to bide your time, bite your tongue, and let your mommy finger you.

"That's better, my little stubborn sissy. Now I want you to know mommy isn't mad at you. You were just confused and trying to imitate a man. Mommy will show you what you really are and you will be so much sweeter for it." As she talks so sweetly she slides her fingers knuckle deep inside you. You bite down on your bottom lip and try to fight the sensations swelling up inside you. You try with every fiber of your being to hate it, but it's like your fibers are being reprogrammed. They are awakening something new inside you. Something that doesn't need a pill to help you feel something more powerful than anything you felt yesterday.

"That's my good girl. Do you like it when mommy fingers your tight little pussy? You can cum if you want, you know? You don't need my permission." You cringe feeling the twist of the knife knowing she is showing you a kindness you denied her. Of course, it's a cruel kindness. You don't want to cum. You'd give anything not to cum. You are fighting as hard as you can. You know that when...IF you do, then it will prove to your mommy that you're just a sissy pretending to be a man. You feel her fingers slide against your prostate again and again, mercilessly milking those awfully thrilling throbs. You feel it reverberate through you, the harder you fight it the more you feel it echo inside you...until you can't contain it anymore.

"No...no...MommeeeeEeEEEeee!" You cry out in vain, your big, hard, manly cock spurting a torrent of cum on your moaning face. Worse still, you feel it everywhere. It's not just your cock cumming, every suffering inch of you is exploding in hellish euphoria. And the worst part, your body is already begging for more...

"Aww, look at my cute lil' sissy's cunt is gaping and begging for more. I don't think we'll need these anymore." Your mommy leans over you her soft breasts covering your face as she frees you from your bonds. You struggle vainly, try to wriggle free. But you feel so spent, so weak. You manage to get to your knees, but your mommy is already on top of you. You feel her thick clit, pressed hard against your wet, wanting hole.

"That's my good girl. See, I told you this would feel good. Just let it happen. It's what you really want. It's what you need." You want to tell her that she's wrong. That you're a man. But all that comes out is a **** moan. She pushes inside you, stretching you out further than you ever imagined you could be. Your insides sing in response, rejoicing in the full feeling of a fat clit filling you so deep. You coo and whimper and curse yourself, but your body refuses to listen. You put everything you have into a final pathetic plea...

"Please...Mommy...please..." The words aren't out before you feel her sissy sack caressing yours. You spurt again, this time even more savagely. The sissygasm tearing through you like a feral beast. Every brutal bite dripping with boiling bliss. You are losing yourself in the torrent of pure predatory pleasure, struggling desperately to hold on a single sliver of sanity.

"Don't worry, mommy's gonna fuck you real good now, sissy cakes!" She begins fucking you in earnest. You try to tell her to stop, but it's taking all you have to moan and whimper and spurt. You lose count of how many sissygasms she fucks out of you. Each more savagely spectacular than the last, all of them more all encompassingly more perfect than anything you ever experienced as a "man". By the time she fills you with her sissy seed, it's a mercy, and you've lost track of where the sissygasms end and you begin...

"That's my good girl. So, hopefully you've seen the light and we can start training you to be a good gurl, or a bratty bitch, or a switchy succubus. Anything but an icky boi." You wonder yourself. Is there anything left of the icky boi that thought he was a man? Or are you ready to find out what kind of sissy you are?