It was just a baddream."Mommy. I still couldn't get used to calling her that, but I knew I'd haveto."Was it the same dream?"I nodded. It was always th... same dream."This can't go on," said Carol, "you need professional help." A child psychologist won't do any good," I sniffled. "We couldn't tellhim what he'd need to know to be able to help, that I'm not the littlegirl I appear to be. Tomorrow may be my fourth birthday, but I'm thirtyyears old." I hoped that after the funeral, things might. Do you want me to make you cum, make you feel good?" My heart was pounding and my breathing heavy as I whispered, "Yes." and she bent over and, in the darkness, I felt her wet lips slide over my dick as she began to suck me. I just didn't know what to do, so I just lay there doing the only thing I knew to do, just lay there and let her suck me off. Her hand reached under and cupped my balls right as I began spurting my cum into her mouth. I have never, ever felt so good in my life. Gordie's Mom. He checked three booths - all locked. But when he checked the fourth booth the knob turned. He opened the door, about to go in, when suddenly he stepped back, startled. There was a naked woman in there! He looked again. The "woman" had a penis. It was a sissy!It was a Caucasian, about 5'-5", and quite pretty - looked like a real bitch. "She" smiled at the black man. "Hi, sweetie," "she" said, waving "her" fingers at him. The sissy was completely nude except for a pair of high heels. "She" was. She quickly let go of my manhood then flipped back the blankets. Nervously, Mom jumped up and stammered some thing about having to make a phone call to my Aunt then hurried out of the room."What just happened here?" I thought to myself. "Did my Mother actually get excited from handling my hard on?" I laid there still perspiring. An overwhelming desire to be masturbated by my Mother rolled over me. The rest of the evening I spent by myself with my Mother busy bustling around in the kitchen. When.