"Oh fuck!" I gasped unnecessarily.It was tight. Tighter than any pussy. And hot. I couldn't help but begin to pump in and out of the hole gripping me....Oh! Oh! Ooooooohhhhhhhh!" he cried out, meeting my thrusts. "Hit it, daddy, hit it!"I didn't know what he meant, but I hoped he meant 'don't stop' because I wasn't going to. It didn't take me long to build up another load or to shoot it into his hot throbbing ass. I cried out and after a spasm or two of pure pleasure, fell back against the. The pants were tight but they were suppose to be and the tank fit just right. Cristina just stared at me. I looked into the mirror to get a glimpse of the woman I had become."Wow, I look hot. You were definitely right, I do look a lot like a chick." Yeah...you really do look...good. I do a good job! I bet you could even fool people in the streets or at the bar," she smiled."Maybe, but I don't think I look that much like a girl to fool people," I replied."I bet you 50 dollars that you could fool. They let me go since I looked like I was about to wrap an electrical cord around someone’s neck.’ ‘Oh. Shower together?’ ‘Sure,’ I sigh, knowing all to well that entails me standing in the back while she hogs all the hot water, and soaping her as appropriate. And when it’s my turn, not having much hot water at all. So I strip, and follow her into the shower. She turns on the water, and kisses me. Not the coy ‘welcome home’ kiss, but a real kiss. I can still smell the lingering office on her. I was fully primed with my balls boiling with potent semen and my cock rock hard.“Do sons and mothers ever fuck ma?” I asked“Not that I know of. They might. Among animals they do. But then what is a mom and what is a son? You have a potent cock and I have a ready cunt. These are made for each other. So where is the son and where is the mother? The only thing is you are trying to get back into the place you came out of. You are flooding the place you lived in for nine months. You are soothing.