My toes curled against the cool tiles. I whimpered, my breasts heaving. The steam caressed my body as my daughter made love to my hot pussy.My asshole...leaked out more cum. I licked my lips, knowing she needed to clean that hole, too. Just thinking about her mouth rimming my asshole sent shivers through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I turned around, pressing my ass into her face.“Clean your mother's butthole, too, slut!” I hissed.“Yes, Mother!” she moaned, so submissive, so eager to love. I had been in the shop to buy things before but never for a make over.I decided one Saturday I would pamper myself I take up their offer of a 4 hour make over dressing experience for £50.After telling the sales girl what I anted I whisked off to the back rooms.There was a room with 2 leather chairs which were used for the make overs.I was told to go to a small dressing room and to take off my male clothing and get my lingerie on then come back with a dressing gown on which they supplied.I had. ”“’til death do us part,” I repeated. A little confused by her words.“I’m so sorry baby,” she said sobbing quietly now, “but you left me, you died.”I looked down at myself, finally seeing the truth. I wasn’t sitting on the stool, the stool didn’t exist anymore I was actually sitting on nothing, with my legs partly encased in her bedside table.No wonder there was no noise on the stairs, and that I hadn’t stumbled on any furniture.I remembered now. For the first time I noticed that the ring on. Mistress wastedno time getting in front of me, pulling me by the leash up to my knees,and shortening the leash in her hand until her cock was buried in mymouth. To my horror, my mother walked into the room, and rubbed her eyes.What she saw, was her once macho son, wearing white platform heels, whichwere resting on his ass, and matching thigh highs, garter belt, shelf braand silky baby doll, bound, collared, and leashed, sucking the giganticblack cock of his "friend." Good evening, Mrs. Smith,".