But thanks to my magic pantyhose I am now an unemployed pregnant singlemother. I knew this was no accident. My pantyhose had brought me here.I smell...of my next door neighbour's sperm. I have it on my inside legsand in my hair. I am dressed as a French Maid and I need a shower.The child that's growing inside of me will, unless I can find him or hera stepfather grow up without a Dad.I unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor as I think back to when Iwas once a man. I watch as my pantyhose. After performing some of the most impressive oral sex I've ever seen, my Mom climbed on top of him and slowly slid down onto his stiff dick, which was standing straight up for her. She started rocking back and forth, side to side ... riding his dick like it was her life's purpose. For all I knew at this point, it was. I had the visual proof now that my mother was a slut. She rode his cock non-stop for another ten minutes before I realized I had been standing at the back window peeking into her. He took one of those perfect nipples into his mouth, his warm lips exploring her goosebump riddled skin. His teeth clenched gently around the peak, tongue flashing against her. She moaned quietly and squirmed beneath him; he bit harder, she moaned louder. He sucked on her breast and her breath left her. Her back arched and her moans turned to whines. He knew she was aching to the point of pain now. His fingers traveled from the nipple that wasn’t twisting between his lips to the soaking wet. “Clasp your hands behind your neck” I instructed her. “That is how Master will expect you to lie or stand unless instructed otherwise.” I took the can of foam and sprayed a generous amount on my hands; I began to massage it gently into the soft mound of hair that was surrounding X’s pussy. I heard her gasp as my hands caressed her most sensitive area. I could feel my own pussy become increasingly wet and my clit beginning to throb as I touched my beautiful young slave. I reached for the razor.