From that day on, he drove himself to work dressed as feminine aspossible, he wanted to make Ellen proud of him no matter what it did tohis manly prid.... Ellen had his work file changed to his new name andunder his new social security number. She back dated everything andshredded his old documents. At home, she continued to select his dailyensemble. Under Ellen's tutelage, he learned to do his own makeup;nothing too bold, but impressively feminine. He tried his best. He onlywanted to make. .. touching..." I stammered."Becky's breasts? Her..." Mom didn't finish but her eyes quickly flicked downward to her groin."No, not there! Maybe her breasts a couple of times," I admitted shyly."You do like girls don't you?" mom asked as she placed her hand on my upper thigh.It took me a second to understand mom's suggestion. "What? Of course I do!" I spat out as my face reddened. "You don't think I'm a homo do you?" No sweetie, of course not," she quickly answered. She then gave my thigh a. I swallowed and I felt I drank the tastiest drink in my life. I felt my throat and stomach were flooded with warm, thick, sugar syrap. I became mad to drink more and sucked her nipple violently and was swallowing gulps of milk one after another. After drinking approximately one liter I couldn't take more. My stomach was full and I was feeling pain. She realized and said, "O, my Honey... take some rest. Then start for the my right breast. I fell into sleep and she too. When I woke up my stomach. I groaned softly as I felt her hand wrap around my cock and start stroking it. “Quiet,” she teased. “You want a chaser slut,” I asked her. She looked at me with big questioning eyes as I took a spoon from the table and dropped it on the floor under the table. I turned and looked at her, “Slide under the table and suck my cock,” I ordered her. “Right now,” she questioned me. “Now,” I snapped at her, “and don’t leave a mess, either.” She slowly slid her body down the booth seat and under the.