I didn't know what I was. I just didn't feel right being a boy." Did it have an effect?" It would be easy to say no but actually I did try to look mor... boyishthough I kept my hair long," she said pulling out a picture of her fromthose days from her purse. "See I was able to put some of my desire tobe feminine away. This photo was taken with my dad." So how did you change?" I asked probing again and handing it back toher."When I finally left school I got a job that required me to dress as aboy. He was shocked, screaming at me to explain myself. Well, I just told him the fucking truth. I yelled at him that he was a mistake and that I regretted the day he was born. He was furious! We argued back and forth at each other, calling each other names and yelling out obscenities. He screamed at me to shut up and shoved my mouth down on his cock. I bobbed up and down his rod, slurping up his precum. He told me I was a filthy fucking whore and that this was all I was good for. I bitched back. Looking at me closely, he asked if was ok. "Sure" I mumbled, not wanting to look like a light-weight, I took another sip of the beer. As I turned to set it on the side table, Dave reached over and slid his hands into the gap in my boxers. I froze, not expecting this, nor knowing what to do. Grabbing my cock, he started slowing working his hand up and down. I was getting hard, regardless of what my mind was thinking.Dave slid to the floor in front of me and freed my now rock hard cock from my. She screamed at me, "Fuck yes, fuck baby, keep going, here it cums." Her pussy exploded with her female ejaculation as her orgasm peaked. The sticky cunt juice poured out of her slit.My mother looked at me with a smile on her face and pulled my face up to hers. Our lips met and my tongue slipped eagerly into her mouth. Her hand slipped down the top of my shorts, seeking out my hard throbbing cock. When her trembling hand found my cock she wrapped her hands around the shaft and started to pump.