It's not my fault I was born with aboy's body but a girl's brain; I didn't abuse other people who aredifferent to me so what gave them the right to ab...se me?Yes, I fought long and hard for the right to walk down the streetsmelling of roses but time is moving on and I don't want to be late soit's a quick shower and towel dry for me before I start getting dressed.Lingerie or underwear? I can still remember how, as a teenage Terry, Iused to look through my mother's clothing catalogues and the. Her pussy bathed my cock in convulsing heat. Her juices gushed out, splashing my balls. Her passion soaked my nuts.That did it.My face twisted with passion. I drove my cock so hard and deep into her cunt. I couldn't stop it. Didn't want to stop it. I had to cum in my mother. I had to explode in her and give her all that passion that she craved. My orgasm built in my nuts. I couldn't take it any longer.I let out a loud growl as I rammed to the hilt in my mother's depths. My eyes rolled back in. I put my foot on the edge of the potted plant. "Suck on that big toe while I fuck you, taste your asshole."- Kimmy shudders and moans as you really mount her now, getting your foot up on the plant. The sound of your balls slapping into her wet cunt, and you slapping her fat ass echoes off the water of the pool as she bows her head to lick and suck her ass funk off your toes. She moans as she licks up all her potent flavor, tasting what you m just have tasted minutes ago when you were tonguing. He did this several times, as if making some great decision. ‘I need to get mama. You stay here.’ And with that, he walked off, toward our house, clenching his bullet, his not quite little boy shoulders squared against the weight of the world. Once he was out of earshot, I sat in the river loam by Daddy and sobbed myself ugly. I cried until the phlegm in my throat got so thick that I choked on it. And then I threw up until my ribs hurt before curling up on my daddy’s back and hugging him longer.