This was just a reminder that these parts of my body were no longer mine to do with as I pleased. For tonight would be my wedding night. For months we...had planned things out. Picking out a dress, a place for the ceremony, all the things that brides do with their future husbands. But for me, it also included a regimen of hormones to complete my becoming as feminine as can be for my man. I couldn't believe how far things had come. I was a closeted crossdresser for years. I would dress up in sexy. Every time I came she felt it, way more intense than she ever did from her own orgasms. The reason she had wanted me to fuck her hard from the rear was that she was feeling my pleasure like a storm and wanted even more. She was dimly aware that her vagina hurt some, but it didn't matter. And when she had given me the blow job, during her experience of my orgasm she had involuntarily started biting down until she felt it like she had bitten her own penis and stopped.This was very strange, but I. Mom came in the room. She was not in her usual night gown. Instead she had put on a tight Punjabi dress, with low cut top. She came near me, took my head in her hands and pressed it against the breasts. She started caressing me. After a while, she turned my head and put my lips on her half exposed breasts. ‘Kiss there, Raju, you will like it.’ I said, ‘Mom, what the hell it is?’ She said, ‘Darling after making a lot of efforts also, we could not find out a girl for you. And I want you to be. You look really handsome in that suit.” Then she looked pensive. “But maybe you look too good. I am taking you to a place full of aggressive, horny and predatory women.” I was flattered and amused. “Don’t worry; I can take care of myself. Besides, everyone will be on their best behavior showing off their pets, subs and slaves.” ~ We arrived at the Oasis Kink Club a few minutes past eight pm. A section of the underground parking lot was reserved for the guests attending Mistress Nikita’s.