1. Chrissie Remembers Mommy - Chapter 3


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    petite when I was younger, just like she was as a woman and she would like to dress me up in her clothes and apply makeup to me and tell me I would make a much better girl than a boy. She told me I inherited my father's small cock which was nothing like the big cocks his b*****rs had. When I started growing pubic hair she had me shave it and keep it smooth. She never bought me boys underwear. She and I wore the same panties which was easy because our hips were the same size.&#034 &#034I lived with her until I was 25 and the only masculine clothes I wore were for when I went outside the house. Inside the house we wore the same dressing gowns and, since our feet were the same size, we also wore the same slippers and shoes.&#034 I noticed then that Helen's hand had drifted down to her crotch and she was rubbing herself under her panties. I had never seen the look of desire on her face before. &#034Can you keep a secret with me just like you kept with your mother?&#034 Helen asked with a devilish grin. &#034I can if you never tell anyone what I told you,&#034 I replied, not quite knowing what to expect. &#034Come over her and kneel in front of me,&#034 she instructed. &#034Kiss and lick my dirty pussy just like you did with your naughty mommy and ...
    try to guess who's cum you're tasting. I think if your slutty wife found out there would be hell to pay.&#034 I went and did what I was instructed to do and was rewarded when Helen locked her hips around my head and buckled into a strong orgasm. I knew immediately from the unique taste of her pussy that Rob had made a nocturnal visit to Helen's apartment the last evening. It was the second time in 24 hours that I had tasted his cum and I was beginning to develop an appreciation for it. Just as Helen's orgasm peaked the sixth hot rush of the morning engulfed me, far stronger than the five previous ones. This time the room spun twice and I lost track of time completely. When I recovered and, after Helen had gently moved my head aside, I opened my eyes and tried to recall why I was on my knees staring at a smooth shaved vagina and why my mouth tasted of cum and pussy juices. Once again I rode the waves of pleasure as the superior f***es of oestrogen overpowered my ever diminishing reserve of testosterone. It felt as if my little prick was shrinking further into nothingness as my breasts grew more and more sensitive. Rather than being alarmed by the sensation I actually craved more and felt like begging Helen for another, stronger dose of the hormones.
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