"So, let me ask about this club. It's a club for divorced mothers and their sons. Do the sons...fuck each other's mothers? Or do the mother's fuck the...r own sons?" Carole, the answer is yes...and yes!" You mean, Ricky would fuck all you mothers while your sons take turns fucking me? Is it a big orgy? Or what?" Stella, why don't you tell her a little more what happens at our parties." Carole, at every party, usually we have a little entertainment to get started." Entertainment?"Well, what. She's offered to dress up like her, she called me "little bro" last time we were properly fucking (which made me cum like a fire hose), she's gotten a bit flirty with my sister, and she's even offered to help me fuck her. Obviously, this is just a thing between us two, my sister wouldn't agree to something like that in a million years.Meanwhile, I've noticed Alissa has stopped with my entire cock in her mouth for some time now, not moving at all. I lean back and brush her hair out of the way,. Scott was a misogynistic, limp dicked, unimaginative, mother fuckingprick. And that was on a good day.I was just starting to enjoy my life again. I had started to move onoutside of just work, sex and my current transition. Bailey hadrecommended I go see a counselor and I was thinking it might be a goodidea. I was still in denial but I could admit that I felt more normal tobe a girl than a boy. It felt right and honest. I was sorting through myfeelings for Bailey and Nick as well. I. ‘Mmm. Good morning, Sexy.’ ‘Good morning, Craig.’ You respond, still focused on the task (literally) at hand. ‘A little to the left.’ I joke and you massage me just a bit to the left of where your hand was. ‘What has gotten into you?’ I ask, but not for an explanation. ‘A new day. A new love. A new expression of that love.’ You explain in a poetic way. Crawling between my legs and lifting off your camisole and expose your breasts for the first time to me. I gasp at the incredibly hot sight.