My 18th birthday seemed to be the day I would confess my love to my true soulmate, my mom.Let me take you to the beginning. Since childhood, I had bee... closer to mom than my father. I remember as young as 7 years of age, I remembered my mom being sad. She wouldn’t tell me anything but I could sense it. We had been away from my father for the last 3 and a half years because it was more convenient with relatives around. He used to live out of town and whenever he came, there would be fights. Some. The relief was palpable. But even though he had not treated me like a woman for some time, I found, much to my annoyance, that I missed having male company about the house.I shared my relief and my misgivings with my best friend Claire when I invited her round one evening for some serious girl talk. Claire is a few years younger than me, just twenty-four, but I always feel I can confide in her and that she will understand.“Oh, Claire, whatever happened. I know it was the right thing to do to. " Said sister Margaretta reaching out and gently caressing my left breast.sister Maria looked fidgety. "May I, er um ..." she mumbled."Oh, carry on sister." Said Aunt Polly understanding fully.The nun resumed her examination of Alan's prick by bending over and running her pink tongue over the head. Falling to her knees she enveloped a good two thirds of the shaft into her mouth in a well practised swoop."Candles." Said sister Berthe."Wha..?" I queried."Candles, my dear c***d." She continued as. He slowed his rhythm, scooped up what cum he could find in the dark and again fed it to me.After a moment or two, the sweaty b**st returned to his power pounding. I was spent, me had completely femininized me. I gritted my teeth as he kept ramming his meat pipe up my bruised sissy cunt. I really needed him to cum because he showed no signs of slowing and the more he pounded, the sorer I was going to be in the morning. I momentary slipped off the bed due to my legs being fatigued, holding this.