‘My match is in less than an hour. Thanks for the great head.’ She gave my mother a slap on the ass and headed for the front door, grabbing a heav... gym back on the way. ‘Make sure you’re there. I’ll be looking for you in the stands.’ And then she left. ‘What was all that about?’ I asked my hypocritical mother. ‘You keep saying how much you hate lesbians, and you were just eating Ms. Kwon’s pussy out like you were starving for it.’ My mother marched up to me angrily, until her giant breasts were. With impatient hands, I reached under her skirt, found a funny little pair of panties, and pulled them down. Mom slowly moved her hips, letting her panties slide down to her knees, and then lower. I pulled her to me, tilted her toward the table, and began to unbutton my fly. Mom continued to impatiently move her delicious ass. I didn't need to hint twice.Now my not-too-big cock penetrated the hot cleft and made my mom moan. She leaned forward and rested her voluptuous breasts on the table. I. It already feels weak and submissive, all painted like a girl, dressed in its stockings and girlie things... but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it sees itself not as the sexy. Yet, her top was way to tight, and her bra felt uncomfortable. And her skirt: it was way too loose in the waist, yet it fit alright in the hips. It was like she was slimmed down in the waist, yet gained in the bust. She took off all her clothes, and looked in the mirror.This time there was no denying it: she had curves! This made her smile, but also made her shudder. How could she have curves? And it was also plain to see: her breasts were beginning to grow. She was gaining the female body she.