I slowly crept my hands up to it. Slowly... Slowly. He leaned back farther, running his hands down the sides of his legs and breathing out heavily.I t...ok it in one hand, bowed down and right before I took into my mouth, looked up at him.I wasted no time. I put the whole thing in my mouth and began sucking.He put his hand on my head and said, "Yeah!"As I looked up again, I noticed he had put both hands behind his head and was enjoying every minute of it.I sucked his cock like a hungry a****l. It. Almost too many to count!"Shit! I don't want to be late for my appointment."He rushed to his car and headed for the salon. Once at Beauty Treatment Salon, he walked in and was greeted by Sherri. "Donna! Here for the works? Let's get started."His time at the beauty salon really began to put Don in the fast lane towards femininity. It was all so new to him, but he had done it hundreds of times before. His hair was dyed auburn, his eyebrows thinned out a little bit more and delicately arched, all. She moaned in expectation but I held back, continuing to guide my cock playfully up and down her wet hole. “Tell me how much you want it,” I whispered cockily. “Leon, I want you so bad baby, I’m so wet for you,” she moaned.“You want what? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you Becky,” I teased. “I want you to fuck me!” she moaned simply, “I want you to bury your huge cock inside of me and fuck me like the slut I am.”And with that I plunged my cock deep inside her. She was tight, not as. When it got too rank from too many deposits, I would bury it in the bottom of the trash can on the morning of garbage day, and borrow a new one.So far, nothing untypical. And probably, it's not even untypical that one day my mom found my cum rag. It was the way that she dealt with it that I think was unique - certainly I've never heard of anyone having an experience quite like mine.Guys, especially constantly horny but naive, teenage guys, don't always think things through. I had given my mom.