She pulled my hand from my cock and replaced it with hers as she pumped my cock, sucking deep and hard, pausing only to spit on the long shaft, then s...cking It back into her mouth and throat. Christy was moaning while sucking, it was incredible.Christy pulled away at one point, stroking my cock with both hands. She looked up at me and told me she thinks about me too. She said that April had told me how big my cock was once, and that I have a thong panty fetish, so she knew I was trying to see. The dress she had worn because shethought I was about to turn back into a man. The dress she had worn forme.How could I have thought she'd done anything to me? How could I havedone this? How could I have betrayed her, smashed her, *killed her*?I must die for this, I thought. I couldn't let my life continue anotherminute after a crime like this.She hadn't been mocking me, she had been trying to help me, to make mefeel better; had been trying to express love and tenderness as best shecould, and I. Eventually, tired of my seeming lack of consciousness, I heard her speak.‘Well, Peter, honey, are you going to let your Mom in, or should I stand here all day?’‘Sure, sure.’ I replied quickly, banging the side of my head with my right hand, just to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. But no, that was definitely Mom standing in front of me in the living room.‘Be a sweetie and bring my things in off the porch, darling. I’ve had such a terribly long and tiring flight. And do close your mouth, you’re. I slid my foot under his belly and gentlyrubbed his cock with my toes. For some strange reason I found myself saying, “Come onyou beautiful beast fuck my toes, let it go… come onyou beast, fuck me!”Slowly and cautiously I reach my hand up to touch it.As it thrashed back and forth in the air I could holdmy hand still and feel its smooth and slimy surface runover it. It felt good. Hot and slimy and good. Slowly Iclosed my hand over it. “Surely, it wouldn’t do any.