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Chapter 8 by Testytesterton Testytesterton

How does your daugher help you?

By making you dress like the slut you are before fucking you in front of a mirror.

"Eeeee! I haven't gotten to play with a dress up doll in ages!" Samantha grabs you by the arm and drags you up. Even as a sissy, you are still a head taller than her and you realize that you could easily physically overpower her, but you have already lost that fight by **** down her sissy clit and asking for her 'help' afterwards.

You meekly follow as she drags you down the hall to her room, knowing she plans to play with you like a bimboi Barbie doll. The thought of that is so emasculating and eviscerating and embarrassing and eerily exciting and erotic and you swept away in a tide of overwhelming emotions and drowning in desire. You just allow yourself to be helplessly carried along, because it is easier than coming up for air and facing how far you've already sunk down the sissy spiral.

"Don't worry, momsie, I'll get you looking so fucking hot, that you'll want to fuck yourself. And with the monster mommy meat you're packing, we might even be able to make that happen." Samantha stands you in front of her full length mirror and scurries off to find something suitably slutty for you to wear. Being a 'straight man', you can't help but ogle the bombshell blonde staring sultrily back at you. She looks twenty years younger than you. She looks like the kind of porn royalty that graduates to MILF porn when they hit their late twenties, but is somehow more fascinatingly fuckable than when they were barely legal.

Everything about you is slightly too much...your blowjob, bow lips, your OMG-Cup breasts with hard nipples jutting out about a half inch, your hourglass figure that makes time stop as you stare and slobber over yourself, and your massive mommy meat that you can't help picture fucking your thick ass. One feature alone is cartoonish, a caricature of a woman, but taken all together it is like lust made flesh. Looking at the comely creature in the mirror, you know she's good for nothing but sucking and fucking and filling with sticky seed.

"Hee hee, looks like milfie likes what she sees. Just you wait, I'm gonna make you look sluttier with clothes on than you do nude!" You don't love the 'cute' little nicknames Samantha keeps coming up with you, but you are well past the point of asking her to show you some respect. Hell, you don't respect the 'milfie' in the mirror either, and it's getting easier to think of her as someone else, easier to think of yourself as someone else too.

By the time your bimboi baby gurl finishes dressing you, you really do think you're looking at someone else. The silly sissy slut has dressed you in a matching sexy schoolgurl outfit like she is barely wearing. It looks even more obscene on you. The top is so tight that your nipples jut out of the plunging neckline and they push up your breasts so far it looks more like a half-bra than a blouse. Your ass is too plump and protruding for your pleated skirt, so it just rests on the top of your exposed ass, showing off your sheer red nylon thong, with your cock crudely bulging inside them, threatening to rip free if you breathe wrong. The matching red stockings highlight your shapely legs, and you can't help but imagine how good they'd look wrapped around a strapping stud's back.

"Mmmm. Momo looks good enough to eat! What do you think?" Samantha slips behind you so you can feel her breast crush against her back and hard clit slide between your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but she was right. You look so much sluttier in this outfit than you did clothed. You look vanishingly ridiculous. Too old to be dressing like a schoolslut, but somehow that makes it hotter. You want to see this vapid, vain vixen get fucked like the stupid slag she is. You want to see her pounded into porn pudding. Hell, you want to FEEL it.

Something inside of you snaps. You begin grinding against your little gurl's girthy cock and moaning mindlessly. Her hands are all over you, and so are yours. You are losing your mind to lust and a bizarre sense of self voyeurism. You can't hold back any longer, you break and beg, "Please, babydoll! Please fuck your slutty milfie momo momsie!"

Does Samantha finally fuck you?

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