" Why not? I mean you're cute enough."She giggled. "Thanks for the compliment, but guys are kind of turned away when they find out the truth about m...." She had a dejected tone and I gave her a questioning glance. "Well, I don't normally tell people this, especially random strangers, but I'm transgendered." Ah, so you were born a guy then?" Yeah, but all through high school I always felt something was off. I learned about transgenders in college and it sort of clicked in my brain. I liked. If you ever want some pointers, just ask. In the meantime, we have other business to attend to.”We both started undressing and soon were naked. Holding each other, we kissed. His lips moved down along my breasts. He licked my nipples, hands caressing my back and butt. I was so happy that I would finally have sex with my son.“Mom, I want to taste your pussy.”I smiled and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”I lay back on the bed, my legs spread for him. He moved in closer, then ran his tongue in. It didn't matter, he thought, as the flood of administrative trivia of moving to a new sector and a new job in the Border Patrol consuming his morning abated. From his rented house in La Mesa, he could look down the slope to the Navy's yards, and beyond that sparkled the blue ocean.It was like coming home. Next week his mother would fly out from New York to visit. Osvaldo wished he knew more about what happened to Sparks and her boyfriend after the gunfight, his rest was uneasy knowing his life. " He laughed. "And a pillow? Nice."I was blushing so hard I forgot to cover my pussy. Worst, my tits were floppy (great, it gets big now as soon as Max comes) and spilled over my chest. My pussy was still dripping wet. Max's eyes roamed from my crazed, wide eyes to my red lips, down my sweaty, slender neck to my tits, down my flat stomach, to my little wet pussy. It lingered there, watching my cum roll off my pussy and drip onto my bed. He watched the drops rolling down my slender, long legs,.