.until my breasts finally dried up.By this time I was a Senior in high school, and I was known as thebiggest slut in school. I loved that title, and w...rked hard to keep thatname. Little did anyone know that I was a a transgender boy, and lovedbeing a masochist, and was able to achieve an orgasm from receivingpain. Except my mother, that is! She had created me into becoming asubmissive "pain slut", that could "reach a orgasm from receiving painalone The more intense the pain, the more intense. It’sjust so perfect for pounding up my ass, big enough toenjoy in my pussy and small enough to easily take downmy throat in practically any position.He came over at lunch time. I knew he was coming andwas going to be by himself. I had the kids with afriend for a couple hours. I answered the door in justa robe, barely joined at the waist. Before he even stepped in, he slipped his hand insideand fondled my breast, opening the robe for anyone thatmight be looking. I thought to myself. Curling, slithering, kissing, licking; I worked my tongue and mouth and latterly my fingers until my efforts were rewarded with a wonderful, almost silent orgasm which seemed somehow to slither from between her lips. Later, as she spooned herself behind me and held my breasts, she said, “Don’t take liberties.”“Isn’t that precisely what libertines do?”“Oh, well, yes, I guess so. Well, only take them when I say so.”We both chuckled.~~~Norman Queeg was a mechanic who had a bit of a shady. I noticed that she usually wore only a t-shirt and baggy shorts, but it was clear that Debbie's blonde hair, good looks, and even her nice tits, had been inherited from her mom. I could not help looking over the fence at Judy when I would hear her come outside, and I found myself spending more and more time thinking about her.One day when I was watching Judy, she suddenly turned to the fence where I was standing (with a semi in my pants) and asked why I never said anything. She told me that.