That could work too.Christina: I know of a few women who have had their sissies fixed. A fewhave brought them to the tattoo parlor to show them off. I...can ask themwhat they do.Me: Did you hear all that sissy? Does that sound like a good ideasweetie? (I look down at my sissy son.)Him: Mmmmph! (He is still busy deep-throating my dildo.)Me: Take the cock out your mouth. We can't understand you. (He dutifullyspits it out.)Him: Yes mommy please do it! (He is excitedly nodding his head.)Me: Really?. I'm feeling left behind. I hear the boys talking in the locker room and I don't know about half the things they're saying. I've never even kissed a girl." His mom looked into her son’s eyes and saw the loneliness there. She got up and moved closer to him. Took his hand and looked into his eyes. "Jerry, I'm sure any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend. You're a wonderfully caring young man. You have many fine qualities. Just give yourself a chance." Jerry looked away, "But Mom, I. " He thrust his cock in deeply as hesaid this, making me moan again. Jay's cheek was next to mine and he waswhispering into my ear what a good fuck I was, how tight my hole was andhow much he was gonna enjoy using it whenever he wanted. I looked down hisbody, admiring the muscles flexing in his tight back, watching as theglobes of his ass raised and lowered, feeling his cock moving in me as hedid it.His whispered words were getting to me. I was his Pussyboy. He was areal man who was fucking me.. The flickering light played over his body, giving flashes of skin, the curve of his shoulder, the slight bob of his Adams apple, all bits of him that she new so well. She lay with him, her damp head resting on his chest, his arm across her shoulders pulling her too him, trying to get closer even though they were touching. Millie’s hand slipped over his body, felt the tension slowly leaving his thighs, heard his heartbeat begin to take on a softer calmer tempo. Her hand played over his member,.