She was may grandmother. We were related by blood. She’d birthed my father. It would be i****t.“This isn’t happening,” I said, groaning it out...“Oh God, yes, it is,” my grandmother sighed.I was between her legs, my cock in my hand, the bulb aimed at her body.“You’re going to fuck me … Jesus, Carl, you’re actually going to do it!”I moved to take the strain off my knees. Then, as my grandmother sounded surprised, I eased in closer, the cock-head nudging her sex. A pause as I stared down to the. That's my life, sort of. An old joke. A gender-bending riddle.Except it's worse than that.I mean, it would be bad enough to have your dad came out of the closetand announce that he's gay. It's a real kick in the head, but it happens;there's a context for it. Moms being doctors, dad's dating other men.There are even children's books about this sort of stuff.But to have your father announce that he is now a she, that he's decidedto become your mom instead...well, I'm sorry, but that's still. ?See you can learn?She bent down to check I was securely strapped down and ran her hands gently over my panties that covered my already tender ass and I felt a tremor run through me.?I had five drinks and thought about you with every sip. The best drinks I’ve ever had?. haha. Now how many is that sweetie??Seven and a half Mistress? I murmured. ?Please not too hard Mistress?.Her mood changed abruptly. ?You’ve been banging on about me being too easy but now you’re wimping out. Well say the word. And to be honest I'd not call it really dating but more my boy toy play time. Let's just call all the men in my life during my university days “John Doe”. Keep their identities a secret, and fitting. I just wanted sex with no string attached. Let me tell you about the John Doe’s of my uni days. The John Smith’s of my youth were... ahhh... bores to be honest (and thank goodness as I aged, my tastes in men got better I’ll have you know. They became more interesting, more adventurous, more.