...Let me tell you a story.I think those are among the most wonderful phrases in the world. Withjust those six words, a person can be prepared to be t...ansported toanother world, or another time, or feel like a fly on the wall of a reallife event.Which kind of story is this one? Well, let me tell you, and you canjudge.My story starts when I was about sixteen years old, and I was not doingall that well.I had been struggling with my gender for as long as I could remember, butit seemed like lately. I changed my rhythm, slowing down to make him wait."Oh, you bitch!" He moaned. "I will so get you for that." He panted for a moment. "Don't tease, Papi!"I had fun teasing him for a while, licking his cock, balls and asshole. I was able to get two fingers into him, but when I tried the third, his whole body stiffened."Too much! Too much!" He gasped. "I can't!" I pulled my hand away. He nearly sobbed. "Oh Papi, I'm sorry! I just - I want to, but..." He turned away from me, " ... I can't!" Can't. You’re still hard so you can carry on thrusting please.” So, I sucked her nipples and thrust my cock in and out of her vagina. After about three minutes I felt my Mum’s internal muscles grip my cock and she let out some shouts and squeaks while her body trembled and shook. I continued thrusting and sucking, I was in heaven. I carried on for another ten minutes while Mum squeaked trembled and shook twice more. I then slammed my cock into her as far as I could and pulsed a load more cum into. I stood stonefaced as the polished Cherrywood casket was lowered into the ground, the priest began to speak but his words fell upon my ears as mere mumbles. My gaze shifted to the carefully chiselled Marble headstone. "Here lies Jason Brewster, beloved son and brother. 1984-2005"After the service I picked up a handful of dirt and tossed it in, then as the crowd began to thin I pulled a photo from my pocket and tossed it in. June 1998: I was a fresh faced 16 year old enjoying my last year of.