Mom mumbled into the mattress. I couldn’t understand her so I twisted her head until her mouth was clear.“Sore,” was all she saidWhat the fuck c...uld I do now?You can’t fuck her.Oh, go fuck yourself, conscience.You can’t!I know, I know.I looked at Mom’s gorgeous, pouting, puffy, wet pussy, waiting for me to enter it. Oh my fucking God, give me strength. I kneeled my way back, away from temptation, grabbed Mom’s legs and pulled them straight to make her pussy fall onto the bed. For extra measure,. “You guys are Spirits of the living and I’m sure you won’t want to hang with me all the time. Be realistic here. Your bodies have things to do and you’ll want to be with them.“I know we’re connected, and any time you need me or I need one or all of you, I know we can get together. But, Tom on the other hand ... well, we can keep each other company all the time.”Then, almost pleading with the girls, but in a firm voice I asked, “How about it?”They all thought for a second and came to realize how. Ooooh, lemme get started on that story before I come sitting here.''You see, I've always thought about chicks with dicks, especially being a chick with a dick fucking another regular chick. I dunno why, but I have. It seems that from the time I started getting into girls and all that, the idea of a shemale fucking a female has been there. It wasn't to the exclusion of everything else. I mean, I had my share of wet dreams featuring Kim Basinger or Janet Jackson or whatever chick who was the. “Now…turn around!”Her sudden, forceful demand makes me jump as she turns me by the shoulders, my back to her now, her hands coming around me and taking hold of my cock as she pulls my buttocks against her belly. Her hands are soaping my cock now, up and down, up and down, as it grows harder and harder. Pushing me away slightly she starts to slide one hands over my buttocks soaping them vigorously until they are covered in foam, whilst maintaining an iron grip of my now massively erect penis..