All I have ever wanted was to be a womanin the arms of a man.I feel that so many transwomen find themselves with women because womenare understanding ...nd supportive. Men are bastards, I know that. I wasone, remember. But I want one. Just like other women, who are alwayshoping that they can knead the bastard of their man, and make him theperfect partner. Women do it. Don't give up on men.I don't want a tranny-lover either. I don't want a guy who wants ashemale, but with settle for a chick. I could tell because the action was slightly different as we were all individuals and frankly it was simply mind boggling but perfect.“Siza, what is this, what?” “Nothing new. You just never realized until now the timelessness of infinity through your experience with us. You’re everywhere. You’re fucking me as the same instance, yet timeless, yet different. It’s like the vicarious experience we sisters had when you fucked one of us. You’ll get to know and get used to it. But this is going to. He spread them wide with his fingers, giving himself better access to my juicy wet hole, and when his tongue pounced on my love button I almost passed out in ecstasy. I grabbed his head and held it into my crotch until I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to have his cock!“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” I groaned.Jeff lifted his face from my cunt and grinned. “I sure do, mom!”“Tell me how much you want to fuck mom’s pussy, darling, ” I teased, rubbing my cunt in my son’s face and quivering as. ” Still not looking at me.I looked at her without saying a word, letting the lie hang between us as I noted her quickening breaths, the shaking of her hands, the way her eyes looked around at everything in the room except for me.“Okay...we did it,” she said with a whisper.My heart sank. It was like a slap to the face and a punch to the gut at the same time. Even though I had been expecting it, to know that it actually happened didn’t prepare me for how I would feel hearing she actually went.