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The Perfect Age Ch. 01

By: keptsissy



I'd just turned 18 and it was high school graduation. Most of my graduating class was at the raging pool party at my best friend's house. I lived next door to him and his parent's house was the place to be that day and most hot summer days. I didn't think much about the fact that his dad kept talking to me about 'the future' or that he seemed to be around whenever I went into the house to use the bathroom. We'd been to many pool parties at this house, all our friends were always around, his dad had never paid as much attention to me, not like this. 

And when the party was raging, at it's most crowded, that's when he approached me. Told me he wanted to 'speak with me' alone, told me he wanted to me follow him to the basement. I thought nothing of it, followed him to the basement as asked to do. I'd talked with this man for years, felt comfortable with him wanting to talk with me alone.

At that time I was almost frail, not in bad shape or poor health, but small in stature. I think I weighed no more than 140 lbs. and at 5'11" that made me thin almost feminine. The man standing next to me was huge, well over 6' tall and solid muscle. He was ex-military, an former college football player and a man's man. 

We were both in bathing suits and it was easy to see and feel his large and dominant presence as he stood next to me in his basement. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. 

He slapped my rear end! Slapped me so hard I jumped, sort of whimpered and then cried out loud. That was drown out by the noise upstairs. He was standing between me and the door. I started to move to the stairs, didn't understand what was going on. He took my arm, tight. It hurt.

"You stay here a little longer, I want to talk to you. I'm not going to hurt you. But don't you move, boy. I've been waiting a long time to talk to you about this. You be a good boy and just listen." He smiled and slapped my rear again. That's when it happened. I felt my penis start to get hard. Felt that feeling I got when I would masturbate thinking about the men my mother would bring home, about how some of them talked to her when she was doing things for them. When he slapped me the second time he kept his hand on my rear, squeezed it. Felt him feel me through my bathing suit and then I felt him stick his hand down the back of it, inside my speedo, felt his hand go into the crack of my rear. 

I could hear the party upstairs, felt like running for the stairs. I was frozen. "Pull your bathing suit down. Don't even think about it, do it for me! Now!" 

I looked at him, shocked, felt like running. I also felt him squeeze my arm so tight it made me cry out again.

"Do it." He glared at me. "We don't have a lot of time, just pull it down."

Couldn't believe what happened next, I did it. Was wearing a tight speedo bathing suit, just pulled it down and exposed myself to him, let the suit drop to my ankles. I could feel the tears in my eyes as I kept glancing to the stairs and then back at him. He said nothing, just stared. He ran his hand over my soft but slightly erection penis. He cupped in his large hand, made me jump to erection. He still covered my somewhat small even when hard erection with his hand, he laughed. He removed his hand. Then he walked around me slowly.

"Nice." He looked back toward the stairs. "You're like a girl. Very nice, better than I thought. You are a fucking girl, girl's ass, tiny balls, this is way better than I'd imagined." I felt my face turn bright red. I couldn't stop myself, I just panicked and bent down and pulled my bathing suit up as fast as I could. He laughed out loud.

"I want to leave, go back upstairs. Please..." I stammered. He said nothing, just stared. 

"I saw that, saw your little dick jump when I spanked you, and I saw that little hard on, felt it with my hand. You liked that, boy. That's nice too, very nice." He sat on the arm of a chair, could see his cock through his bathing suit. He was hard too, very hard. He looked toward the stairs, pulled his cock out through the leg of his swimming trunks. I stared at it.

"I could make you kiss this. I'm not going to. Not yet anyway." I looked to my feet, felt my penis start to go soft. I was scared.

"No, please, no..." I was crying fully, had never felt like this before.

"You tell anyone about this and I'll not only deny it, I'll make you out to be a liar, make you out to a little queer boy that won't stop harassing me. I'll make sure you regret it." He looked at me. "You and me, we're going to have an understanding, just between us." He watched me closely. I was looking at him and then at his cock. He put it back into his bathing suit. 

He stood, moved toward me. "I know you like this and I know you like what I just showed you. You're going to keep your mouth shut about this, you going tell anyone?"

"No, no, never, I could never tell anybody, please, this is embarrassing, please...", I pleaded. I felt the tears in my eyes, felt my burning red face. "Please don't tell anyone, especially any of my friends. I could hear my voice quiver.

He laughed so loud it scared me. "Tell anybody what? That you pulled your bathing suit down in front of me, showed me your little dick, showed me your ass, tell them that you tried to get my attention, danced and wiggled like a little homo slut, that you bent over and spread for me, that you begged to suck my dick?" 

He grabbed me as I started to bolt passed him, felt him put his hand to my chest, felt him push me back so hard I almost fell, he almost knocked me to the floor. He took my arm in one hand and turned me, put his other hand on my cheeks, "Ass like a young girl, you're 18, right, my son's age? You look like a 15 year old girl." He patted my rear, let my arm go.

"Now listen and then you can go. Listen to me. I think I know what you need. I have a feeling about you, you know what I'm talking about. Don't know if any of those men your mom dates have taken advantage of it but I want to." I was shocked out of what he was doing, he knew! Knew about my mother, he knew.

He took my hand, placed it on his cock, outside of his bathing trunks. I winced, did not pull it away. I just let it lay there, felt his hard on. I started to move my hand on him. I could not help myself.

"I'm not going do anything you don't want to have happen." He stepped aside from the door, unblocked my way to the stairs. I did not take my hand off of him. He smiled at me. "See? You're as curious as I knew you'd be." He stepped away. 

"You think about it and let me know. You want to continue and be what we both know you want to be? All you have to is show up later tonight in my garage. I'll be there after everyone here is long gone. The light will be on and I'll wait for one hour. If you don't show, this never happened. Take the chance and show up. I think I know what you want. I may be wrong but I seldom am in these situations. I know about little sissies like you. I've been watching you." 

I could not stop listening to his voice, loved how he was talking to me, first time I felt that way, ever. I stood and listened, did not move to the stairs. I moved to him. I started to rub him through his trunks, wasn't crying anymore.

He ran his hand up my rear over the top of my bathing suit, felt his fingers glide up the crack of my rear, then go to the front. He cupped my penis in his hand. "You show up in my garage later tonight after your mom goes to work. We'll talk more then." He pinched my little thing through my bathing suit when he said that, hard. He hurt me. I jumped back, he just smiled and pushed my hand away from his cock.

Before I could say anything he walked to the stairs, looked back at me. "You may want to stay here for a little bit, let that tiny dick of yours settle down." He laughed and went up the stairs, looked back one last time, "Good boy. And you're going to make a very good girl."

I was dizzy, stunned, was in shock, terrified to move. I thought everybody upstairs must have known. I also felt my dick get hard thinking about standing in front of this man with my bathing suit down around my ankles. I felt the awesome and submissive addiction of being naked in front of a real man, a man in control. First time I felt that, I wanted more. 

I hurried upstairs, made straight for the pool and jumped in. I wanted nobody to see the wet spot on the front of my bathing suit. I could feel his eyes on me for rest of the party. And I liked that. I looked away from him, didn't stare but could not help but be aware of him totally.

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I lived alone with my mother. She worked as a hostess at an upscale restaurant. She wasn't promiscuous but did have boyfriends. And from the time I started masturbating it usually centered around what I'd hear them doing in her bedroom late into the night. And she did things sometimes with several boyfriends very late into the night. I never knew if she thought I knew she saw these men, she never mentioned any of it.

"Was the party fun, baby?" She was at her makeup table. She always did her makeup in her under things, never cared about whether I saw her in just panties and bra. It had been that way since I was a small child. She thought nothing of walking around almost naked in front of me. She was my mother and had been doing that for years, ever since I can remember. 

When she finished her makeup she'd slip into a dress and put the finishing touches on her hair, do her ear rings and perfume. Then she'd leave for work. I don't think she knew that seeing her do the things did not only excite me, it made me want to be like her.

Seeing her in sexy heels, stockings, maybe a panty girdle or garter belt, lacey bra and doing her make up made me want to be that! I wanted to be just like her. I would play in her lingerie drawer when she was not around, fondle her intimate things, even dare to try her panties on, my favorite were her panty girdles. I loved the ones with garters. I'd been doing that for years, making sure to never stain them, at least I though I didn't. She never said a word so I always thought she suspected nothing. 

She'd leave for work at 7pm and not get home until past 2am. And she'd very often bring a man home with her. Or have one show up after she arrived back home, sometimes two men. Rarely did they stay for more than an hour or two, they never stayed the night. They would be gone before I'd be out of bed. But there was one man that stayed the longest. And he was the one that would rarely bring a second man with him. The one that stayed the longest amount of time was her boss, the man that owned the restaurant she worked in. And the things she did for him were way different than the things she did for most of her 'boyfriends', as she called them when I was younger.

I'd watched them, would wake up and listen intently. And I did watch. I didn't know what they were doing at first. But as I got into my teen years it was a source of masturbation fantasy, a huge turn on. I even had a vantage point into my mother's bedroom, could see her clearly and all that she did from the downstairs bathroom, could see through a floor heating vent in her bedroom that exposed the mirror on her bedroom door. I'd creep down there silently as I heard her and her 'guest' move from the living room to her bedroom. The living room was even easier to watch but they rarely did anything there other than have a drink, maybe start to make out.

I remember the first time I saw her in the mirror doing what I became addicted to watching, saw her on her knees in front of the man she'd brought home. I was much younger, had no idea what she was doing, kneeling in front of this man, her hands on his hips. It was her boss, he would be a regular over the years, still is. I saw her with her dress off in the same lingerie I watched her apply her makeup in before she left for the evening. I also remember that from the first time I saw her doing what she was doing, figured out what it was, I wanted to be her...not him.

I remember seeing her boss, standing in a business suit. I could not figure out why she took her dress off and he just stood dressed. Saw her head moving back and forth in front of him, saw and heard him moan, heard him cry out as she started to slightly choke. I saw him holding her head, holding her by her hair, not letting her get away from him. I almost screamed out. I wanted to run to her, save her! I thought he was hurting her, he was hurting my mother! And then I heard her laugh, heard her say. "You like that, daddy, don't you. I do that real good." Saw her hand reach up and run down his chest and saw for the first time as she moved to the side his penis. It was in her hand, saw her lick the end of it, saw her put it back into her mouth. I froze. I saw how he looked down on her, saw him smiling, saw how she made him feel, act, look. Could not look away, I wanted to be her.

I also saw the man wipe himself off on the side of her face, put his penis back into his pants and leave, heard her walk him to the door, heard her tell him she had no problem being his 'special girl'. I also knew later on that that money on the kitchen counter was not always from tips, at least not tips from the restaurant. I also learned that he sent some of her 'boyfriends' to her as well as bring others. I learned that later.

"I'll see you when I get home, honey. I may be a little late. But you're always asleep when I get here anyway." She smiled, winked at me. "Always asleep when mommy gets home from work." She'd always wink at me. She'd say that every night before she left. I think she knew I watched her. 

She kissed my cheek and went out the front door. She always did that too, "Go wipe my lipstick off you face." She'd laugh, saying that as she left and was out the door. I heard her get into her car in the garage and heard her drive off. Six nights a week, that was how it was.

And then most nights just after she'd leave I'd go to her bedroom.

I went to her bedroom this night and realized something I'd never thought about before, realized it faced his house and that he could probably see my mother and her 'guests' better than I could. The man I stood naked and submissive for could see into that window. All he had do was watch from his garage, from a dark window with binoculars. I sat at the window and stared at his garage. No light on in it. 

I never took my bathing suit off after leaving the pool party, didn't want to. It felt erotic to know that he made me pull it down in front of him. It felt like a tight pair of panties. Could I go, could I go to the man that made me strip naked, made me feel like I was his slut for a brief moment? I felt my penis get hard, started to play with myself as I stared at his garage window. It was so dark out. I stared at the black window hoping the light would come on. I wanted to know more about what it felt like to be in front of this man, wanted to know more about what it felt like be like my mother. 

It was just past 9pm when the light in his garage went on.

"First things first, boy." He looked at me, seemed cold, aloof. I didn't say a word. He walked to what looked like a closet door, opened it. It was a small storage room. "Come here." 

He looked into the room then back at me as I went to him. I was wearing my bathing suit and the flip-flops I put on to walk across the yard to his garage in. "If I tell you to go to this room, close the door and stay perfectly silent you do it. It's our 'safe room'. You stay there until I tell you to come out and then we send you discreetly home. If my wife, son, anyone comes to the garage they won't get in until I unlock it, but then you'll be in here, door locked. Kind of like hiding our little secret in the closet, think of it as your closet." 

He motioned to the room. I was still in a state of shock, was hearing what he was saying but was still very much scared and excited at the same time. He brought me back to reality, grabbed my arm tightly.

"Understood, boy?!?" He glared at me.

"Yes, yes..." I felt like leaving, felt like this was a mistake...but could not. I wanted more of him.

"Second..." he moved to an over stuffed chair against the wall and sat, "take off that bathing suit and your shoes. You'll do that every time you come to visit me, you put your things in that room. Move, naked and in front me, right now. I want to see you." He watched as I stared back at him. I was frozen. "Don't be afraid, just do it. And don't keep me waiting when I tell you to do something." 

I did as he told me. Felt like everything was in slow motion as I moved into the room, went into it, kicked off my flip-flops and took off my bathing suit. I moved back into the larger work room area of his garage, felt the cool floor against my feet, felt the cool air on my naked rear end. 

I walked to him. Stood naked and looked down at him, "Please, I'm begging you, don't ever tell anyone I did this." I felt my face turn red again, felt slight tears in my eyes again. I could not control it. I started to cry softly. "I'm not going to tell anyone, count on that. You're safe here, safe to be what we both know you are." He stared up at me, he was fully dressed, made him even more dominant over me, saw him lean forward. I felt him take my penis between his thumb and forefinger, felt him hold it tight so that I could not pull away. He pulled me up onto my toes by it. "You're going to be a good boy for me and nobody's is ever going to know. Nobody. I'm going to take real good care of you. You are safe with me." 

He could feel my penis shrink, saw my balls shrink like from cold water too, felt his other finger rub up over them. "You're going to be mine." 

And then said it...said that word.

"Nice." He leaned closer to me, yanked my penis slightly to turn me around. Felt him release it and then felt his hands on my hips, felt him turn me around, spin me. Then I felt his hands spread my cheeks wide, inspecting me for the first time. 

"I want you to start shaving, you don't have much hair on your little balls anyway but I want you smooth, girl like. Next time I want that tiny patch of hair around your balls gone, legs too." I felt his hand reach up between my legs from behind, felt him take my penis firmly and pull it back and up. He pulled it into the crack of my rear. He made me bend slightly forward, arch my back and push my rear out toward him, slightly painful. I whimpered.

I felt his fingers run up between my cheeks, petting me, felt his finger at my tiny hole, he circled it with the tip of his finger. "Better then I imagined." He slapped my rear and released my penis. I stood and turned back toward him. "We're going to start with something simple. I want a hand job, want you to jack me off." He looked at me as he stood. "Well?" He stared me, inches from my face as he looked down at me.

"Well what, I've never done any of this before..." He didn't let me finish.

"Undo my pants, take my pants and underwear down, boy. And don't play so innocent. You do what you know I want you to do. I want you to jack me off." 

I hurried to unbuckle his belt, unzip him and slid his pants down to his ankles. I looked at him, saw him smiling as I took his underwear down, he watched my face as his big cock sprang out in front of me. He sat back down in the chair, large cock was standing up almost fully hard. "Oooo, I'm going to like you being my little bitch! I can tell." 

I looked at him as he sat there, was like a deer in headlights, I was frozen. He took a bottle k-y from next to the chair. "Kneel in front of me." He didn't look at me as I knelt slowly. "You're going to be my little girl, and that's where you're headed boy. You're going to learn to be a girl. I know that's what you are, a sissy girl." His cock got rock hard as he said that, saw him take the base of it in his hand and hold it straight up to me as I knelt with my face inches from it, right in front of him for the first time. He squeezed k-y jelly over his rock hard erection, stared at my face as he did it. I took him in my hand, could not look him in the eye as I did that. I did what he wanted me to do. 


The Perfect Age Ch. 01



As I pumped him, ran my hand over his erect cock I could not believe how big he felt. Not like my penis, he was big, at least eight or nine inches, huge. I felt him throb as I stroked him, saw him lean back in the chair and lose himself to my hand, heard him say things to me, tell me I was better at this than his wife, heard him moan, heard him make the sounds some of my mother's 'guests' make. I heard that for at least half an hour. Made him squirm in the chair as I ran my hand over the back of the head while with my other hand ran my index finger around the hole. I looked at the clock above his head on the wall, playing with him for at least half an hour. I was learning to please him, learning to drive him crazy.

And then it happened. He leaned forward, took my head in both his hands and pushed me toward his cock.

"Don't you pull away, you just do this...uhhhh, fuck...oooo." I felt his one hand go to the back of my head, hand holding me by my hair on the back of my head and his other hand go toward my chin. Felt him take me roughly by my cheeks with his fingers, He squeezed my mouth, held it tight and open. "Don't you stop stroking me, don't you dare stop...ooooooo...almost there..." I felt him guide it into my mouth..." don't you stop...uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck!" He pushed himself all the way into my mouth just as he started to cum. 

He came in my mouth, held my head in place tightly and came in my mouth. I swallowed as best I could but didn't like the taste, started to gag. I let most of it run onto his lap. I felt the head of it run over my tongue, felt my tongue rub up against the hole as he came. I tried to block his heavy stream with my tongue, tried not choke. He kept pumping in and out of my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat as he milked himself, holding my head tight and my mouth around him. 

"Ooooooooo, fuck, that mouth, that sissy mouth, that dirty little mouth...ooo...", he just kept cumming, he seemed to go on forever.

When he finished he pushed my head back off of him, gently, pushed me back onto my knees, my feet folded up under my naked rear end. My mouth was numb. He looked down at me. 

"If someone came here now, knocked on the door to get in and I sent you to your safe room, how would I explain this?" He looked down at the mess, the cum all over his legs, some of it on the chair. 

He was covered in cum. It was all over him. "I don't know." Felt his cum all over my face too, on my chin, saw it drip down onto my knee, could taste it. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Exactly, you don't know. You swallow it. Swallowing is what good girls do every time, understood?" He looked at me, "Men don't care if girls like to do that or not. Men don't care if girl's like the way it tastes, they just care that girls do it, that they swallow it!" 

He ran his finger up some of the cum on his leg, had it all over his two fingers. He leaned forward and put it to my mouth. I sucked his fingers. Didn't have to be told to do it, I just did it. He did it again, did it until the cum was off his legs and off the chair. Did until I'd swallowed it all.

"Good girls swallow while it's in their mouth, make it part of pleasing their man. And you are going to learn to be a good girl. Your mom's going to think she has a daughter when we're through with you." He laughed loud. 

I look up at him, felt ashamed, was ready to beg him not to tell my mother. He shushed me, "Get that towel." He pointed to a towel next to his garage work bench. "Clean your face and clean me up. Hurry up."

He watched as I walked naked across the room, watched as I did as he directed. When I finished with him he stood in front of me. I didn't have to be told. I knelt. I pulled his underwear and pants back up, fastened his belt, I was on my knees looking up at him.

He patted my head. "That was very good for the first time. You are a very good boy. And you're going to be an even better good girl. You don't know this yet but you're going to be passable. A completely passable sissy girl, I can see that quality in you. I'm going to bring it out. And you are the perfect age for that. You're going to thank me for all this someday."

He walked to the safe room door. "I have plans for you, boy. You can think of this room as your 'girl' closet, you're sissy dressing room." 

He took my bathing suit and flip-flops from the floor, tossed them toward me. "You should probably be getting home, you have a lot to think about. Remember, tell anyone about any of this and I'll make it so you'll never forget what you've done. Everyone you don't want to know about this will. Not a word, boy."

"I won't tell anyone, I promise, I want to do it right, never done this before, I'm scared of you. I really want to please, don't hurt me." I was stammering again, voice shaking. I started to cry again. I started to sob. 

He stared at me, he just watched as I cried on his floor.

"Just be shaved smooth next time. Next time I'm going to put you across my lap and finger fuck you. Think about that when you jack off like we both know you will. I'm going to finger your tight little butt. I'm going to get to know my sissy girl." 

He smiled at me. He walked to the garage door. "I know you like this. We both know that. You pay attention to the female things your mom does, you watch my wife when you see her too. You pay attention to how they walk, dress, talk. You think about the things real girls do to look pretty for men. You think about being like they are." 

As he unlocked the door and I walked past him he pinched my rear. I did not pull away, I moaned and pushed back against his hand. "Good boy. Now you're learning." 

I could feel his eyes on me as I walked back to my house across the back yard, walked slow and tried to be sexy. I knew he was watching me from behind.

As soon as I got home I went to my mother's room. I went to her dresser drawer, the special one with all her good lingerie. I took out and put on a pair of her black lace panties, put on a pair of her stockings, put on a pair of her shoes, the one's she wears for her visitors. I stood in front of her mirror. And then I did something I've never done before. I put on some of her red lipstick. I have done this before but never to this extent, have only worn her panties up until tonight. I practiced walking in her heels, watched myself in the mirror as I did. Tonight I dressed in her things knowing that I want to be a girl for the man next door. 

That was the first time. 



The Perfect Age Ch. 02



I started seeing him regularly. He became my first real boyfriend, more like my Daddy. And I liked that too. Have had a select few men as erotic as he was since then, he was the first. And he was the one that showed me what I really was, showed me the real me. I'd think about him all the time. I'd masturbate daily thinking of what my 'next time' with him would be like, what I'd do to please him. I still do. 

I still get so hot thinking about that very first time, the time my high school friend's father made me stand naked in front of him, first time I was completely submissive and in the presence of a real man. We did it secretly in his basement I could not keep from touching myself every time I thought about that day, still can't. I was hard all the time thinking about that, at eighteen years of age my hormones were in overdrive, I wanted him constantly. I craved the things he'd do to me. I'd sit nightly waiting for him to call me to him with his garage light. 

As soon as I saw his garage light go on I'd go to him. That was the signal, anytime after 9pm his garage light went on it was a call to me. I'd watch from my mother's bedroom window, little dick hard in my bathing suit. That was our 'cover' so to speak. I'd wear a bathing suit and if caught I was only there to go swimming in his pool. Nobody would ever know what I was actually there for. Once there, it was off into my special room to prepare for him to become the girl he'd made me into. I didn't have a hard time doing that, becoming a sissy girl. I had my mother to thank for that.

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"You don't like girls, do you." She was seated at her makeup table, talking like we always did before she left for work. I didn't know how to respond to that. This was just one day after I'd been with the man next door. I was terrified, did she know about him, did he tell her? I almost screamed.

"Why, what do you mean?" I was embarrassed, somewhat shocked to hear my mother say that. I stared at her, horror-like look on my face.

"I can remember only one time I ever saw you with what might have been a hint of a girlfriend. And that was years ago, I think you were all of fifteen. That didn't last, did it?" She continued to apply her eye makeup, not looking at me, looking into the mirror as she spoke. She had a different tone than usual, not friendly, almost scolding. "That girl was gone in less than a month." She smiled to herself in the mirror.

"Tell me. Do you like boys instead?" She turned and looked at me. I felt my face go instantly bright red. She was in a short half slip, seamed nylon stockings and lace push up bra. White pearl necklace around her neck and her large hoop earrings tinkled against it as she turned her head to me. She was as she always beautiful, was in front of me while preparing for work at her makeup table. She didn't think anything of it that I saw her like that, never did, I'd been watching her like that for years. "You're old enough to know whether you do or not, you're a young man, you're 18 years old. Do you like boys?" She had a very pointed and direct tone, she scared me.

"No, what are you saying?!? Why are you talking to me like this...", she interrupted my indignant tone, cut me off in mid sentence.

"Do you think I don't know about your snooping around in my lingerie drawer? I never thought much of it until recently. I know you look at my things, I've known for years. You never quite put them back the way I put things in my drawer." She turned back to the mirror, started finishing her eyes. I was in shock, only stared.

"Did you think you could wear my stockings and not have me find that out? You stretched them out, lucky I have several pair like that. Who else would wear them? It was you, baby." She looked back over her eye makeup in the mirror, inspected her beautiful work. "Tell me, do you like boys, want to be a girl?" She didn't look at me, just kept doing her makeup.

I bolted from her doorway. I went to the kitchen, was short of breath. My mother accusing me of being what I knew I was—a sissy. She knew. At least I thought she did. He told her. He told her! I was shaking. I ran to my bedroom, closed the door. I was in shock, sat on the edge of my bed and cried.

Then she softly knocked on my door and just opened it. She came in dressed for work. She was as she always is, gorgeous, sexy and showing it off. She was wearing a short tight red dress, it set off her black heels and stockings. I knew now that she knew I paid attention to that sort of thing for an entirely different reason than most boys my age would.

"Don't be afraid of it, not if it's true. I still love you, honey, you're mama's little boy. And if it is true, if you want to wear the things I wear, be a girl, I can teach you how to do that real good." She sat next to me, put her hand on my leg, stared at me from the side.

I couldn't speak. I almost fainted, could not deal with this at the moment. I started to cry harder, looked away from her gaze to the side.

"Listen baby, don't you worry about this, you think about. You don't have to wear my pretty things. We'll get you some of your own. Nobody has to know, not unless you want them too. Believe me, I can help you become a real girl, if that's what you want. What's a mother for if she can't love and help her little boy with the things he needs." She laughed when she said that, not mean spirited, but amused and knowing. She knew what I was. Did she know what I did with my friend's father the night before?

"Do you have a boyfriend, have you had any experience with another boy? If you haven't don't worry about that, there's nothing wrong with liking boys. I know I do." She smiled at me. She didn't know, she did not know! I was almost dizzy hearing all this but relieved to think that she did not know about HIM.

"No." I looked at her, wanted to crawl under the covers of my bed, hide. "No. Please, I don't want to talk about this. No."

"Well, you think about what I said. If you want to play, experiment a little, if you want to be a girl, there is no woman better to teach you how to do that safely than your mother. I'm a girl, honey, trust me on that. I'm a very sexy one." She laughed and stood. "I have to get to work, almost late. I'll be home later. And one more thing, I not only know you've been stretching out my stockings and underpants, I know you watch me from the basement. You're old enough now that I can tell you that I know. I've known for a long time."

I looked at her, eyes wide open, my mouth dropped.

"Why do you think I have that mirror adjusted the way I do on my bedroom door, why do you think I moved my bed like I did? Do you think I didn't know that you go into the basement when I bring a man home? They don't know but I do. I've been down there looking up through the floor register, know that's what you do and know exactly what you see from that vantage point. I look at it as part of your education, thought it might make you want to be with a girl. I guess not." She bent down and kissed my forehead. "You think about all this." She put her hand on the back of my head, stroked my hair. "I think you'd be a better little girl than a boy anyway. I do." She walked to my bedroom door, "Love you, honey. It's going to be okay." She turned and left. 

I was stunned, sat frozen on the edge of my bed, had tears on my face, stared at the wall for over an hour, stared at myself in my bedroom mirror. All this happening at once, my eighteenth year, just out of high school, I was learning quickly, learning what I really am.

I knew now that she knew about me. She knew I'd watch her with her boyfriends. She KNEW, was doing it all right in front of me. She knew I liked to dress in her female things, dress as a sissy. But she didn't know what I did with the man next door. At least she didn't hint at that, 

I was convinced she didn't know about that. It was still my secret. I had many secrets. That got me so excited to think about just that, my secrets. I masturbated three times that night thinking about all that was happening in my life.

The second time I was with him I didn't have to be told what to do. I did not tell him about my mother and the conversation we had. But I thought about that the whole time I was with him.

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I saw his garage light go on and hurried to him. As soon as I entered his door I walked sissy like to the center of the room. I took off my bathing suit, stood naked before him, let my suite drop to the floor onto my pink flip flops. I stepped out of them. I wanted him to see that I'd shaved completely for him, see that I was baby girl smooth. I wanted him to know I was his.

He smiled, didn't say anything. Just smiled at me as he walked to the chair I'd masturbated him in two nights ago. He kept smiling, didn't say a word and sat. He just watched me. Then he slid down his pants, pulled them to his ankles and kicked them off. The sight of his big cock made my little thing start to stand up. He was semi erect, at least three times as big as my me and he wasn't even rock hard...yet. My little boy penis stood straight up.

"Put these on." He tossed a pair of panties to me. Took them from under the seat cushion in the chair he sat in, threw them to me. I picked them up off the floor. "They're my wife's, she won't miss them for an hour or so. By the time she's back home you'll be long gone with the taste of my cum in your mouth." 

He started at me as I put them on, kept smiling. "And tuck that thing back between your legs. I don't want to see it." He watched as I did what he told me to do. So awkward, so uncomfortable, first time I'd ever done that, it hurt. 

"I like." He leaned forward. I was standing in the middle of his garage workshop in red lace panties. Pinching my hard little penis back between my legs, that made me bend forward and push my rear out.

"Thank you, I want to please...", he cut me off.

"I think it would be best if you don't speak unless I tell you to. Like I said, you're going to be the perfect woman when we're through with you. Come over here and do what you did last time, jack me off, boy." He picked up the small bottle of k-y, squeezed it down all over his cock.

I went to him and knelt in front of him. I hurried to do as told. As I started to stroke him he looked down at me, not like last time. He watched me intently. His cock went rock hard as soon as I slid the head of it through my hand. I looked away from him, felt my face turn red. Felt his hard on throb and slide back and forth through my hand, I was still not comfortable, slightly afraid of him. He did not lean back in the chair like last time, was staring at me coldly. 

"Look a me!" I hurried to turn my face to him, bright red. I looked into his eyes. "Don't look away from me. Make me want you. That's what girls do. I know you like this, don't play shy with me. And pump slower! You want to make me happy, make any man you do this for WANT you." He stroked the side of my face. "You'll learn." He sat back, smiled. He was breathing deeply but still staring down at me. "Ooooooooo, that's it. You are better than I thought you'd be." He closed his eyes.

"I used to watch you at my son's pool parties, and watched you cutting your mother's lawn too, in just shorts, your tight sissy like shorts. Saw that sissy-like body of yours, thought about what it would be like to stick my dick in your mouth." He opened his eyes, glanced down at me. He saw me reach down and struggle to push my little thing back between my legs, had to push my butt so far back to hold my erection in place. It hurt. "I had to wait until now, wait until you were a consenting adult." He laughed loud when he said that. "I knew what you were, used to jack off thinking about what you did in my basement, thought about making you stand naked in front of me. And when you did it was even better than I hoped it would be. Do know, do you have any idea how girl-like you are?" He patted my head, ran his finger down the side of my face and across my lips. He leaned back in the chair.

"Oh, fuck...yes...ooo...", he started to lose himself to my hand. "You just keep doing that, do it like you're doing it now, don't you stop." Slid him through a tight little circle I made with my thumb and forefinger, concentrated on the head of it. I didn't wait to be told, held it straight up by the base with one hand and pumped it with the other. And then I leaned forward and licked the end of it, ran my tongue over the hole, kept doing that for him. I made a tight little point out of the end of my tongue and pushed up and down across the hole of his hard cock. He cried out, "Oooooooo, you little bitch. Do that again, lick it." I did. He watched as I slowly stroked him, took time to run my tongue over the head back and forth. I was getting used to the taste of him too, I was learning. 

And then he leaned forward and put his hand on the back of my head. I knew what he wanted, guided me to it like he did before. I did not hesitate this time, I wanted to do it this time. I had been masturbating thinking about this moment, this chance to do it right. This time I was not going to spill a drop.

I swallowed for him, did what he wanted. He came so hard I almost choked. Swallowed for him as he moaned, pumped my mouth as I held his cock firmly in place with my tongue. I wanted it to go on forever, seeing his hips quiver and feeling his legs tighten in front of me. And then I felt him start to go semi erect in my mouth, felt his spurting against the back of my throat stop.

I could feel my little dick press back against the panties I wore, felt the wet head up between my legs and pushed back against the rear of them. I arched my back, sat back on my feet and looked up at him. I smiled at him. First time I did that, I didn't spill a drop.

"You are beyond belief, so good at that. You're better at that than my wife is." He looked down at me. "Stand up." I did as he said, stood careful not let my dick slip out, slightly painful, was getting used to that too. Before I could stand completely he took my arm, spun slowly and pulled me down across his lap. Felt like I was light to him, like he could throw me across the room if he wanted too. And then I was laying face down across his knees. 

I started to put my one free hand to the floor to support myself, he held my other arm, the arm he had in his hand tight. "Put that arm up, hands behind your back." I did, my full weight on his lap. "You are like a little girl, this is so much better than I thought it would be. You're like a baby girl." Felt his hand take both my wrists, huge hand held me and I knew I could not pull away even if I wanted to. I felt his other hand pet my rear. He petted me like a person would pet a dog, slow and deliberate. He let his hand just brush over the little bit of my erection sticking out between my legs from behind and pushed up tight against the back of my red panties. I started to whimper. I moaned for him. He said nothing. He just kept petting my rear end, held my wrists with his other hand.

"Beautiful tiny ass, so cute! Where did you come from...", he slipped his hand down inside my panties, felt the waist band pull up tight against my stomach when he did that, "...and you're mine all mine." His large hand covered my butt, felt it all way across both cheeks, he rubbed me. "I fucked my wife after you jacked me off the other night, thought about this ass." I felt him guide one finger up and down between the full length of my tight and pressed together little cheeks. I felt goose bumps rise all over my rear, all over my body too. Felt his finger touch the end of my penis as he ran it down to the tops of my legs, made it jump and pull as my thighs were holding it in place. 

"I'm not going to play with that." He pinched the end of it, made me whelp, cry out. "A little sissy like you can do that for herself, may hold you up on your toes by it if I spank you, but don't think I'll ever do for you what you do for me, boy." He pinched my left cheek so hard with his finger and thumb I cried out, hurt very much. "Calm down." He cupped my rear inside my panties with his large hand, squeezed my wrists so hard they hurt, held me in place as he did that. And then he pulled my panties down.

"Stay still, don't you move, little boy. Gonna start calling you 'little girl' with an ass like this, I'm going to have to think of a girl name for you." I felt him push his middle finger up between my cheeks. He put the tip of it to my hole. I pulled forward, pushed against his strong legs as he did that. He took it out and slapped my rear. "Don't move!" I struggled to stay still, put his finger back in place. I could feel the tip of it just at the edge of my tight little hole. Slowly he worked it open, spread me slightly, just ran it slowly inside of me. I tightened around his finger tip but did not pull away. He worked me, put it in just to the first joint of his finger. 

"We're going to prepare you, get you ready for what you're going to be doing for your man." He kept massaging my hole, talked to me softly, took his finger out and the put it back just a little bit. He was not using any of the k-y. I moaned, squirmed slightly. He said nothing, put his finger up into to me to the second joint and held it there. Then he started to move it around so slightly, made a tiny circle with his finger spreading my rear as he did that. 

"You are so tight, so fucking tight. That's a good thing, girl."

He kept me on his lap for almost half an hour doing that, my rear relaxing to his hand. He never forced me to go any further, just his finger half way in. When he pulled it out I almost begged him to stick it back in. 

"See? That wasn't so bad. That's enough for tonight, don't want to break it before it's ready to be used." He petted my naked rear end again, panties pulled down tightly to just the tops of the back of my legs. "You have no idea how cute you are right now, could do this forever." He slapped my rear, made me jump. "Get up, sissy." 

I did. I hurried and stood in front of him, stood with the panties down just below my cheeks, penis tucked. He ran his hand up over the front of me, started to feel where I'd shaved for him. He stroked and petted me just about my penis. Ran his hands down and over my legs and then it happened. My penis sprang out, could not control it. My face went red. It was hard, small and hard, couldn't have been more than 3" hard, standing straight out in front of me.

"I'm sorry, please..." I hurried to try and tuck it back between my legs. He laughed. Felt him reach up and take my wrist, pulled me gently to my knees. He didn't wait for me to tuck it back in.

"Come here, baby." He guided my head to him, his semi erect cock in front of my face, reached down with his other hand and held it up. He was soft but still big. He held it up to my mouth, pushed it into my face. I opened my mouth and felt him grow hard as soon as I took it in. This time he leaned back in the chair and lost himself to me as I sucked his cock for the first time.

I sucked him for a long time. He took a very long time to cum the second time but when he did it was not less than the first time. I liked that. He came just as hard as he did the first time. I swallowed for him as I looked up eyes wide open, looking up at him. I wanted him to see me doing that. I wanted him to watch me. He was lost, eyes closed, saw his hands grip the arms of the chair tight as he spurted into my mouth. 

When he was finished I sat back. Shiny lips covered with him. I hurried to put my penis back between my legs. It didn't hurt like it did before, felt right to have my little erection out of his sight.

"Next time I'm going to finger fuck you, I mean really finger fuck you. You may want to do that to yourself a couple of times before that, practice being a good little slut with that rear end." He stood, stepped up in front of me. I was looking up at him when he wiped his cock across my lips. I licked it, smiled up at him.




The Perfect Age Ch. 02



"Nice!" He pushed my head away. He took his pants off the floor and put the back on, walked to the door. I knew it was time to go.

I took off his wife's panties. I put them on the chair and hurried to put my bathing suit and flip flops on. Went to the door he stood next too, he didn't say a word. He stared at me as I left, didn't say a word to me. He just watched and I walked back home.

When I got home I was still hard, had to masturbate, came as fast as I could. Did it a second time and thought about the taste of him, still had the taste of my man in my mouth. I liked that, a lot. I wanted to do that a lot more. I loved his taste, the taste of the man that I belong to, and that's how I thought about him after that night. He was my man.

My mother came home around 2:30 am. She had a man with her. I was in my bed and heard them in the living room. I was still hot from my what I'd done earlier. When she took him to her room I hurried quietly to the basement. Wanted to see her with this man more than ever, got so hot knowing that she knew I was watching her. Couldn't believe how hard it got me to look up through the floor vent and into her mirror this time. That felt like the first time too, she KNEW. And she knew about me.

I saw her from behind, saw his one hand in her hair as he was kissing her. Saw her dress and black slip raised up in the back, his other hand up between her legs from behind. I heard my mother do that whimper that she does...the same soft whimper I did for my man when he put his finger in my rear end. Saw my mother's guest reach up inside the leg of her panties from behind, pull them off to the side of her exposed rear end and up into the crack of her rear. I watched him start to finger fuck her, saw him bend down slightly as he pushed his hand up deep between her legs, still holding her hair and kissing her. 

I reached back and put my finger to my rear, put up into my hole. I started to finger myself slowly, pulled it out and made it wet with my mouth. I put it back into myself. I kept it there as I watched them. 

Then I saw him pull his finger out of her turn 

her around and put her face down across the end of her bed. I saw him pull her panties down roughly and push her pretty red dress and black slip up over her back. He pulled her hips up toward him on her bed, slapped her and heard him say, "Bitch!". He pulled her panties down, I heard her cry out as he did that, deep cat-like purring moan. I saw him hurry to drop his pants, pull his underwear down to his knees, saw his cock jump out, erect. I wanted to be her. 

I watched him fuck her, saw it in the mirror clearly, saw her hands pull at and grip her bedspread as he used her. Heard every noise they made and the sound of her bed rocking as I'd heard it many times before. But his time was different. My finger deep in my rear, I wanted to go back to the man next door. I wanted my real man to do to me what I was watching my mother's real man do to her.



The Perfect Age Ch. 03



"Hold still!" Felt his hand come down across my rear so hard I saw stars, wanted to cry out, stifled it as best I could. He slapped me again much harder, loud 'crack' as his large hand came down across my bare butt, made my cheeks quiver. 

I pulled forward but could not get away. He had the index finger and thumb of his left hand in a vice-like circular grip tightly around my balls and soft little dick, right at the top of them. He squeezed them, almost separated them from my body. He pulled my penis and balls down against my legs. He held them so tightly I winced. His hand was up between my legs from behind spreading my legs with the huge fist he made, felt his large knuckles dig into my baby smooth upper thighs and crotch keeping my legs spread apart.

He was sitting behind me in his favorite chair with me standing naked in front of him, my arched back and butt out for him to see, inspect, pet, spank. My rear was about a foot from his face as 

I stood bent forward like that. When he finished amusing himself by watching me squirm like this, slapping my rear, flicking the end of my penis with his other hand, he took the k-y jelly on the arm of the chair and squirted it up between my legs and up the crack of my butt. He let the plastic bottle drop to the floor after spreading it all over my rear. I could feel the cool jell up between my cheeks, felt it drip down over the tops of my back thighs. I could feel the sting of his hand print rise on my rear end as he ran his hand over it. Then he pulled my balls down firmly, making me bend slightly at the knee, held me in place like that, made me cry out.

I couldn't help myself, tried to remain silent like he likes..."Please, please...don't hurt me, please...I'm begging you..." I whimpered, tried to squirm away from him as he held me.

"Shhhh, not going to hurt you, just stay still. You're going to love this, going to get used to it." He leaned forward in his chair, made me move forward slightly, knees bent. He pushed the middle finger of his right hand up between my cheeks, ran it quickly up and down the full length of my rear twice, could feel the tip of it glide deep into my crack. And then he put it to my tight little hole, pushed it in. I couldn't help myself, shocked me, I tried to pull away but could not. Felt him push his finger in slowly all the way, hold it there and then pull it out. 

"That's not so bad, come on baby, just relax, be a good girl." He pushed his finger back in, started to fuck me slowly. "You're like a virgin, like a little girl. Nice." 

He held it deep in me and started making small circles with it, spreading me as he did it. I gave in, just stood with my hands on my knees, supporting myself. I just let him do it, said nothing, just whimpered softly, used me like that for several minutes. 

He pulled his finger out, gently stroked my right cheek, "Reach back and spread your cheeks. I shouldn't have to tell you that." I did as he told me to do.

The only sound in the room for the next twenty minutes or so was his finger moving in and out of my rear end. I started to moan, started to push my rear back against his hand. I could feel my inner thighs squeeze against the fist he had up between them. He felt my penis start to get hard in his hand. He didn't try to stop me, he let it happen. I loved what he was doing to me. 

"See? You like this. You little bitch, I know you like this. Very nice!" 

And then he stood, made me pull up onto my toes as he lifted the hand that held my balls and penis up from behind, up between my legs. I was pulled up straight slightly bent forward as he rose up onto his feet. He pulled his finger out of me so slowly, pulled it out so slow, wanted to beg him not to, could feel every part of his finger as it moved out against the tiny circle of my tight little rear. 

"Please, don't stop, please..." 

He said nothing. I felt him wipe it clean across my rear end, wiped it all over the side of my cheeks. Then he started to move me. He marched me to the wall next to his chair still holding me in place by my balls and erect little dick. I cried out as I moved, whimpered. He walked me to the wall.

He pushed me up against it. "Put your hands up over your head. Keep them against the wall. Don't you move, you just stay like that." He slapped my rear with his free hands, brought up as high as I could, hands above my head.

When he released my balls it hurt. I cried out. 

He ignored me. He slipped his shorts down from behind, he was right up against me, felt him press himself up against me hard. I felt his naked chest and stomach against my back, felt his knees come up against the backs of my thighs. Then I felt the full length of his huge erection slip up between my slippery cheeks spreading them apart so wide it hurt. The crack of my rear was covered in k-y, it was so easy for him to split them apart. He was huge, so big. I heard him start to use the crack of my rear, long slippery strokes, all I could hear was the slippery noise of him moving up and down on me, me being pumped hard against the wall. He just took his time, could hear him moan as he pinned me to the wall. He reached up and grabbed my wrists, held them tight up above my head. 

And then it happened, felt him almost push me through the wall as he started to cum. He released my wrists and with both hands took my hips. He grabbed me so tight I thought he'd bruise me, lifted me up onto my toes and then an inch or two right off of the floor. He held me like that in place against the wall, came all over my backside and up between my cheeks. He came all over my back too, all over my rear end. I felt like I was floating. I was. He held me off the ground as he finished. He dug his hands into my hips and used me. I wanted it go on forever.

"Oooooooooo, fuck, ooooooo,", he crushed me as he fucked me like this for the first time, "Oh, ooooo...uh, uh, uh, uh...fuck!" He came so hard, could feel it run down my rear, down the backs of my legs, felt his breath on my neck, made me cry out.

"Oh, Daddy...don't stop, don't..." I wanted him just keep fucking me, squeezed his erection between my cheeks so hard, tightened them around him so much it hurt.

When he finished he pulled away from me, let my feet got back to the floor, almost dropped me. He was through with me. I did not move, was afraid to, didn't know what to do next. I could feel him all over me, felt his sweat all over my back. I was covered in his cum, felt the cool air on me as he pulled away. He slapped my rear again as he did, hard. 

"Nice!" He went back to sit in his chair, sat and admired his sissy bitch. 

His cum dripped down the bottom of my back, my rear, down my thighs, running down my legs, dripping down into my crotch and all over my balls. I liked that, felt my little thing start to stir against the wall.

"Fuck, you have no idea how good that felt." He laughed very loud. "And you have no idea how good you look right how, what an ass! I need a picture of this. Next time." I pushed my butt out slightly when he said that, wanted him to see me do that for him. I reached back and took my cheeks in my hands. I spread my rear him, kept my face to the wall.

"Oooooo, come over here." When I walked to him he reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulled me down onto his lap. I sat, felt his cum all over my rear and all over his strong firm knees as I slid around on them. I looked down at my little dick, saw his hand go down and cover it, cupped my balls and penis. His hand looked larger than large against my baby like thing. Then he slid is hand up between my legs from the front. Felt my legs pushed apart as he put his hand up between them and back to my hole, felt his middle finger start to probe, looking for my little hole. He pushed his finger into me again. I closed my eyes, gasped, was under his control. I moaned softly, felt my penis get as hard as it gets, felt my little thing stand straight up. And then I felt his mouth. 

Shocked me, felt him kiss me, push his tongue into my mouth as he took the back of my neck in his hand. I kept my eyes closed, felt him take me like that, was afraid to move, did not want him to stop.

He fingered me like that as I sat on his lap fucked me hard with his hand. He made out with me, French kissed me deep, used me like that until I felt his cock get hard again underneath my rear end. Felt it push up between my legs, up between my slippery thighs. I reached down between my legs and ran my hand over it. His cock was so big that it stood up above the tops of my thighs as I was on his lap, could get my hand all the way around it. I started to stroke him, stroked the head like that until he came again. 

He came all over again as hard as he did the first time, all over my inner thighs, my legs, all over my hand. And when he finished he slipped his hand out from between my legs. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, ran it slowly down my back, gave me chills. He petted me as I held his semi-erect cock between my thighs, still so big the head of it stuck up plain to see. I fan my finger over the hole. 

He patted my rear. Just kept patting me softly, "You want me to stick that in you, don't you, want me to fuck you." He looked at me. "You wanted me to do that when I had you against the wall, didn't you, you little whore?"

"Yes." I looked down at his cum all over my legs, felt so hot for him. "I think about you a lot, think of you as my man. I want to do that for you. I want you to cum in me."

He ran his cupped hand up the cum on my legs, covered his hand with it. He put it to my mouth and watched, watched as I licked his hand clean. I saw him smile as I did that, ran my willing tongue all over his hand. He talked to me as I cleaned his hand three times. 

"You think about me? I think about you too." He laughed loud, teasingly, "Think about your mouth on my cock, think about your ass too, think about you being my whore, my little sissy bitch." I felt my face turn bright red. "And that's what you are now, my whore. That's what I think about. I'm going to fuck that tight little ass good, teach you to just be ready for it with or without lubricant, girl. I'm gonna pay special attention to that tight ass. You're gonna get spanked too. Sometimes that's all, just a good hard spanking on that little bubble butt, send you home afterward to jack off and think about that." He laughed, slapped my rear so hard I almost fell off his lap. He started to stand. I slid off his lap. "I'll send you home to think about me, bitch."

He walked to the workbench in his garage, took a towel off of it and wiped himself clean. "Time for you go, sissy." He took his shorts from the floor, put them back on. "And that's your name, 'sissy'. Was going to call you 'Lisa', that's my wife's name as you know. But you're 'sissy', more appropriate."

He didn't say anything else as I put my swim suit back on and started for his door. As I was about to leave I turned to him, looked at him just before I opened the door. "I'm yours, will do anything you want me to do. I'm going to get a lot more girl-like for you, wait and see. You're going to be real proud of your little girl, you wait and see, Daddy. I love the way you treat me. I do." 

He said nothing as I stared at him. I saw him 

smile to himself as I left, looked away from me. I closed the door behind me.

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"Hold still!" When she said that I felt my rear tighten, remembered him slapping my butt hard when he said that. When he shouted at me 'hold still!' just before he finger fucked me in his garage last night. I felt my little thing stir.

She didn't see me start to get hard, my robe covered that up. "You need to make the liner as sharp and crisp as you can, it sets off your lips, makes the boys want you real bad. They may even buy you things." 

She laughed and I felt her hand tighten on the back of my head as she applied the dark pink liner to my already pink lip-glossed lips. "Hold still, have to get this right or your sexy little mouth won't be sexy at all, baby." 

I kept staring at myself in the mirror, did not recognize myself. I was seated at my mother's makeup table. She was making me up for the first time, applying all the makeup skill and technique I'd watched her do for years, do on herself. Now she was doing it on me. I was wearing just a short white terry-cloth bath robe, was naked underneath it. I let it hang off of one shoulder, loved what I saw in the mirror. I was astounded at just how absolutely feminine I truly was. She was so good at this, too! I could not believe it. I was actually a girl, a real girl. From the neck up anyway, did not know who the 'girl' in the mirror staring back at me was but I wanted to see her more.

"Told you, honey, told you you'd be cute." She took her hand away from the back of my head, stood back and off to the side of me, looked at me in the mirror and smiled, "You are a treat! Any man that doesn't pay attention to you would have to be gay." She laughed so hard when she said that, felt my face go red. 

She put the lip liner tube top back on and placed it on the table, put her hand on my shoulder. "And you can learn to do this on your own, just takes practice. I did for you what my mother did for me. She didn't do as hot though, she wasn't the understanding mother I am. What's a mother for, baby?" She sat on the edge of her bed, looked at me. "You are the perfect little girl, all the boys are going to want to get your phone number." She smiled, admired her work in the mirror.

The lip gloss and liner tied it all together but the eye makeup was what I could not stop staring at. Dark mascara, eye lashes looked twice as long as they were, deep eye shadow, and the base makeup and hint of blush she brushed on my cheeks, she was truly an artist. I did not recognize myself. I was indeed a very pretty girl. I loved it. But my face turned bright red, could not help it, was embarrassed by all this.

"Don't you get all nervous and uncomfortable on me, this is our secret. I know you like this, I know more about you than you do. And when and if you're ready to go out in the world like this it's okay with me, I support you. You're my son...sort of, well now you're my daughter." She smiled, laughed, "And I love you, honey." She looked at me in the mirror. "And trust me, the boys really are going to love you too. Better get ready for that, when you go off to college, you choose to look like this, you are going too be chased all over campus, hot little chick like you." She talked to the image in the mirror.

She did not know about what I'd been doing with the man next door, had no idea. But she did know that I didn't like girls, knew that I had been wearing her lingerie when she was at work nights. And she pretty much had me figured out, knew that I was a sissy, that I wanted to be a girl, not a boy. 

This was the first time after 'the talk', the talk that she essentially confronted me with right here at her makeup table. She asked me if I liked boys instead of girls, pretty much told me I did, that she knew I was a sissy. 

And tonight she gave me another talk, right after an early dinner she said she had a treat for me. She told me I was going to learn makeup, said I should be squeaky clean, told me that after a shower I was to come to her room in my robe. She told me that tonight we were going teach me about what boys that like real men instead of girls need to know about being pretty. She said that if I were a real man I would not have been sneaking around like a little sissy boy, sneaking around to wear her under things. She told me that it was time to see the real me, told me it was time to bring out the pretty girl in me and look at that.

I was in a trance through the whole thing but did it, just listened as she spoke, said nothing, did exactly as she told me to do. Her voice was almost hypnotic, she spoke me deeply. Now here I was, completely made up. And loving it! I liked what I saw in the mirror, wanted the man next door to see and like it too. I slipped my robe slowly off my other shoulder, exposed both of them down to my nipples. I wore my robe like a low cut dress at the top, held it like an off the shoulders wrap, exposed my fem like upper body. There was nothing male about me. I saw that now.

"You have much to learn, baby. Have to learn to do hair, walk in high heels, have to learn to act like a lady. And believe me, the more you walk and talk like a lady, the more the boys will want you to be un-lady-like, especially when they get you alone." She laughed hard again, she was seeing the humor in this too. I was seeing the eroticism in it, wanted to be with my man, made up and on my knees in front of him. I felt my penis start to get really hard, it jumped up and almost out of my robe as I thought about that. 

She noticed that. "Looks like your little friend likes all this too, I saw that." I hurried to cover myself with my hand as she laughed again. I hurried to cover myself tightly, placed my hands on the front of my robe and pulled it up around me.

"Please, this is all so hard. Believe it or not I like this but hate it too." I looked away from the mirror. I felt my face go bright red again, felt a slight tear in my eye. "How do I do this?!? How do I go out in public, see people I know??? This scares me..." She shushed me, sensed my anxiousness.

"Stop!" She stood. "A lady doesn't cry with makeup on, smears her pretty mascara." She came to me and put her hands on my shoulders. "Now listen. You have to admit, you are what you are. You want to take off the pretty face? Be a man? Want a girlfriend? Or do you want to be a girlfriend?" She bent forward, kissed the top of my head. "I think we both know the answers to those questions." She walked away from me, toward her bathroom. "I have to start getting ready for work. How about you spend some quiet time and get acquainted with the girl in the mirror." She smiled at me, as she went to her shower. "She really is a very nice person."

She looked back at me. "If you do this once a day you will learn to do it that good in no time. You'll be a real lady just like rest of us cute chicks, baby. Trust me. That is you in the mirror, the real you." She went into her bathroom, heard the shower start and then she closed the door.

I sat and stared into the mirror. I also started to play with myself, slipped my hand up under my robe, tiny penis fully erect. I stood, pushed her makeup stool back, let my robe slip off and fall to the floor. Completely sexy little girl with an erection looked back at me from the mirror, 'so HOT!' I thought to myself. I wanted to be this all the time. I wanted to be this in front of the man next door, stood there and just looked at myself, started to run my hand softly over my erection, over my legs, one hand up over my nipples. I was lost. I was so lost that I didn't hear my mother's bathroom door open slightly. 

Then I heard her...

"I told you, honey. That's the real you in the mirror." I saw her looking at me, naked, made up for the first time, posing, being the sissy I am. 

I quickly bent and pulled my robe back up, hurried to cover myself, pulled it on over my shoulders. My face was burning red. 

"Don't be shy around another girlfriend. I can hardly wait to get you dressed all cute and pretty, that's the next step, a cute wardrobe. The boys are going to love you, honey. Trust your mother on that. And it looks like shaving will be easy for you, not much hair on you, you're lucky." She laughed again, closed the bathroom door. I stood in shock, mouth open, could not move for several minutes. 

Then I hurried to the living room.

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When she came downstairs I was sitting on the couch, still very much embarrassed and confused. I looked away from her. She was cute, sexy and beautiful, she always is when she leaves for work. 




The Perfect Age Ch. 03



"Don't you dare be shy around me, baby. I'm your mother. And you and I are going to be great girlfriends. You have no idea how much fun it is to be good friends with another girl. Share clothes and makeup tips, talk about boys, do lunch together...", she smiled at me as she went for her coat in the closet, "...we're just getting started. You're going to love all this. Trust me, mama knows best, honey. It's just new to you. It's not new to me, you'll get used to it all." 

Then she got a very serious look on her face, watched for minute and said nothing, just watched me, looked like she was inspecting me. "And don't forget I also know you like to watch your mother with her boyfriends. You probably don't need too many tips about that, do you? You find the right man you know what to do, right?" She put her coat on as she said that, looked away from me, smiled to herself.

"No. I love watching you do those things." I could not believe myself, words just came out, heard my voice shaking. "I do." 

She looked back toward me, winked at me, didn't say anything. Walked to the door, "I know." 

She stopped at the front door, stared for a moment. "Mommy loves you, never forget that." She opened the door and left for work.

I went back up to her room. I put a pair of her red high-heel shoes on. I stood and stared at myself in her bedroom door full-length mirror. I stood in front of it naked, ran my hands over myself, felt the girl-like smoothness of my body. Thought about looking like this for him, posing, walking like a girl, I thought about doing the things she does that I watch her do for the men she brings home.

That was the first time she made me up. I decided then and there I would learn to do it just as good as she did it for me. I was going to be 100% girl, nobody would know if they saw me on the street, my face was beyond fem, I was completely passable. I licked my hand, pushed it across my hair several times, made it go up and off to the side. I gave myself a quick and instant hairstyle, boy-like but very girly. I liked what I saw.

I also decided I wanted clothes like hers too, wanted her to help with a wardrobe of my own, wanted to be as beautiful as my mother. My little thing was standing straight up, would not go down, baby smooth sissy with a barely 3" erection looking back at me in the mirror. I turned to the side, admired the curve of my rear, pushed it out and arched my back. Super model! I started to laugh, laughed a long time.

And I wanted to do all the dirty things the man next door wanted me to do, more than ever. My 'boyfriend', as I thought of him. I wanted him to see me like this. I got so hard when I started to think those thoughts I almost came on my mother's bedroom floor. And I did want him to fuck me, fuck me in a bed, for real, like a man takes a real woman, like my mother does for her guests.

I went to her window, sat. I watched his garage window for the light to go on, the signal to visit him and be his sissy. I masturbated twice, couldn't help myself. I came in my hand, licked it clean both times thinking of doing that for him the other night while I sat on his lap. 

I sat and stared for hours wanting him to call me with his window light. It didn't go on that night. He did not turn on his garage light. I looked to his house, his bedroom light was on and very dim. I felt the tears in my eyes as I went to wash my face clean and go to my bed, felt slightly jealous thinking about him doing to his wife what I wanted him to do to me.



The Perfect Age Ch. 04



When I saw the light go on in his garage I felt faint. I had been daydreaming about him, his taste in my mouth, thinking about what it felt like to suck him. Every time I thought about pumping him with my mouth my little thing would get hard. He hadn't fucked me yet, not like I now wanted him to. He'd run his cock up between my cheeks and cum all over my cheeks and lower back but he didn't put himself in me. I wanted that. I wanted him in me.

I was lost and playing with myself, masturbating, fantasizing his huge cock making me squirm, whimper. I was thinking about him fucking me with my legs wrapped around his back, thinking about making him hard as a rock with my little hole, having him take me further. My little sissy penis was throbbing, huge wet spot on the hole. 

And then his light went on. 

When I saw the light in his garage window I gasped, shuddered. I was in my mothers red panties and heels, staring out the window in her bedroom at his house, staring at his garage. I had her panties pulled down just below my balls so as not to stain them with my wet penis. I pulled them up quickly, wanted to rush to him.

I was into her makeup too. I had been playing at making myself up like she did. I looked at myself in the mirror. She would not be home for hours. I wanted him to see me like this, see me femmed up. I hurried for the door of her room, didn't bother to change out of her things. Then I thought about something, something very hot, felt my penis jump even harder in the panties I was wearing as the thought crossed my mind. 

I took some of the k-y lotion she keeps in the drawer next to her bed, pulled her panties down just enough to get my fingers up into my butt. I put some of her k-y up into me and pulled the panties back up over the curve of my rear end. I draped a short robe of hers over myself as I went to the stairs. 

I went to him in his garage across the back yard in just heels, panties and robe, felt the cold night air all over me. When I entered his garage he was seated in his chair. The chair I knelt in front of when he had me go down on him. I've masturbated hundreds of times thinking about that, makes my little dick hard to think about him sitting there with his huge erection in my face. 

He just stared at me, didn't say a word. I saw him smile ever so slightly. I let the robe fall down and expose just my soft naked shoulders. I went to my usual place before him. I looked to the floor, was so bashful, felt my face flush. I had never been made up for him before, was so afraid he'd find it ridiculous. 

I put my hand on my hip and pushed my butt out to the side slightly. Posed for him, I could tell he approved. I arched my back.

"You've come along way, baby." He laughed out loud. 

"Turn around slowly, let me see. He leaned forward on his chair.

I did as he told me. Showed off my mother's sexy panties, the curve of my rear end, the heels I wore, my eyes made up with her mascara, my pink lips all glossed up, I showed him all of me. I let the robe fall to the floor. 

He stood and moved toward me.

I felt his hand on my back. He took me by my arm with his other hand and pulled me up to him. The size of him towering over me made my heart pound, felt my little thing stand up in my panties and press against him. Then I felt his hand go down into them, his hand covering my little hard on. I felt his mouth on my ear.

"Whenever you come to me you make up like this. Don't you ever come to me again as a boy. You're as beautiful as I thought you'd be. You're perfect like this." 

He was breathing heavily, felt him in my ear. I felt his hand cup my penis, huge hand covered me with ease. He wasn't playing with me. He was holding me in place, squeezed it so tight it hurt. Then I felt his other hand slap my butt hard. 

"Such a pretty girlie boy, you're mine." He started kissing my ear, my shoulder. 

I put my hand on the front of his pants, pushed it up between us. Felt his erection, so much bigger than me, I traced it with my fingers. I slid my hand up and down on it outside of his pants.

He took his lips off of my ear. I felt him take me to his chair, rough, ripping his hand off of my up and out of my panties, pulling me. He threw me down onto the chair cushion. I felt the chair shake as he came down onto the seat cushion with one knee up between my legs. I felt him pull aside my panties. I was afraid he'd rip them. I suddenly panicked, thought about having to explain him and all this to my mother! I didn't move. He hurried to unfasten his belt. His pants came down quickly. 

It all happened so fast. He was in me for the first time. Felt his weight on top of me pushing me into the overstuffed chair cushion and seat-back, my legs spread, my hand holding my panties pulled off to the side of my tight little hole, him guiding his hard cock to my rear end, him leaning down with his mouth on mine. He pushed his tongue down my throat, me with my face up to him, pinned to the chair with his weight on top of me. I felt the head of his cock push gently up against my rear and spread my cheeks, felt him finding my hole, his cock sliding softly up and down over it.

And then it happened. I wrapped my legs around his, my high heels up over the backs of his legs. I put my arms around his neck and felt him push up into me. 

I screamed out.

"Uhhhhh, oooo, uhhh!"

I scared him. He pulled back slightly. It hurt. I felt him put his hand over my mouth, whisper 'shsssh' in my ear. Felt him push in and pull back slightly again. And then he did it. Pushed all the way into me, he held me by my hair with one hand, his mouth over mine, his big other hand on my rear holding me apart, pulling my cheek so far apart I cried out. 

He started to pump long and slow, full strokes deep into me. I started to cry. Cried loudly at first, then softly, kept thinking 'I want this to happen'. I kept saying that to myself, wanted this to happen so badly. I didn't care that it hurt. He paid no attention to my crying. He started to fuck me hard, fuck me for the first time. I was his.

He took his hand from my hair, reached down and cradled my rear end with both of his hands, giving him deeper access to me. He let his full weight come down on top of me. He spread me so wide it hurt. He kicked his pants off of his ankles fast and roughly, raised up quickly and pulled his shirt off, threw it to the floor. He grabbed my rear again fast and so hard I yelped, felt like he pulled apart. He collapsed on top of me again, cock in me deeply, I could hardly breathe.

He fucked me like that for almost an hour. I know, saw the clock on the table.

He was up high on me with one of his nipples in my mouth, I sucked and nibbled him, trying to please him. I winced every now and then when he slammed up against my tiny balls and penis, hurried to move slightly to avoid him, shifting my butt in the chair. He held me so tightly I could hardly move at all. He didn't stop. I was numb after a while, didn't care, just wanted him so bad.

And then he started to pump to cum. 

I wrapped my arms around his back, put my hands on his butt, I held him tight into me. I could hear him moaning, grunting, breathing heavy. 

When he came I could feel it hit me inside. Warm and forceful, felt his cum explode inside of me, felt his cock push some of it out of my tight little hole, felt it run into the crack of my raised up butt and down onto the chair, felt myself slide in it.

He came in me and then ran just the head in and out past the edges of my hole at the very end. He was playing with me, milking the last of it into me.

When he finished he pulled back out of me fast. Happened so quickly I cried out again, felt his semi erect big cock yank out of me, my little hole slamming shut. He hurried to the top of me, put it to my lips. He took me by my hair. I knew what he wanted. I didn't resist. I took him into my mouth. He was still dripping slightly. He tasted horrible, could taste my butt all over him. I didn't care.

"Ooooo, fuck. You little bitch. Ooooo, yes!"

I felt him reach down and cradle my head in one hand, holding me by my hair tightly with his other hand as he pumped my mouth. Grunting and moaning, pushing his semi soft cock to the back of my throat.

And then he stood quickly. He pushed my head away. He stood in front of me looking down at me, his big soft wet cock glaring at me, some of my lipstick on the end of him.

"You'll get used to that. You won't cry the next time. In fact you'll probably beg for it next time. You will be the perfect little bitch. Won't you?" 

He reached down and pulled me up out of his chair before I could answer him. I could feel his cum run out of my burning and sore little hole. I felt like I'd been seriously fucked for the first time. I had. I liked it.

"Those your mama's panties?" He stared at me.

"Yes." I looked at him, hoped he liked what he saw standing in front of him.

"She going to spank that ass of yours for covering them with cum?"

"I don't know." I felt my face flush red. "I'm not going to tell her about this."

"When you come to me from now on you dress like that. Or more fem. I meant what I said, don't want to see the boy in you anymore. You're my little girl now. Do you like that, like being my sissy girl?"

"More than you know. I love that. I want you to think of me as your girl. I'll do whatever you want me to do." 

I heard myself say that as if I was thinking it, sounded like it came from another place.

He laughed. 

"Don't worry about that. My little girl. Yes. I do own that girly little ass." 

He pointed to his cock, soft and laying against his thigh. He reached up and took my semi erect little thing in his hand, pulled me down so hard it hurt. I went to my knees, cried out as he released my still semi erect penis. 

"Maybe show me what a greatful little girl you are, maybe if you suck it, make me want to fuck that ass of yours again I will."

I didn't hesitate. I did what he wanted me to do.

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When I got home hours later my mother's car was in the drive. There was another car behind hers. I felt total panic. I had to go into the house, no avoiding it. I was covered with cum, makeup smeared all over my face.

I hurried quickly to my room, and then to the upstairs bath. She was with a date. I could hear the two of them in her room. I didn't go to the basement like I did many other nights to watch them through the vent in her bedroom wall. Not tonight. I was hoping they would be there a long time, give me time to clean everything up, clean her things and me.

I had been fucked twice. I sucked him to make him hard a second time and he fucked me bent over the back of his chair, butt up high. He fucked me so hard he bounced my feet up off the ground. He literally lifted me up off the floor, kept me bouncing on the end of his hard cock. I was dizzy thinking about that. I could barely sit, was so sore. And I was full of his cum. Deep in my butt, his cum, I could still feel him in me. I loved that, was all I could think about! My little thing was hard.

I hurried to wash and clean my mother's panties. I checked her shoes. Saw some mud on one of them, from the backyard. I felt fear, panic again. I did the best I could to clean them. I went to my room and hid the panties to dry in my closet, her shoes and robe too. I didn't think she'd even notice them gone, could put them back in her room after she left for work tomorrow. 

I didn't shower, didn't want her to hear me. I cleaned the make up off of my face. I just went to bed after wiping myself as best I could. I lay there playing with my little erection, thinking about my 'boyfriend' next door, could hear my mother and her lover, thought about me being for my boyfriend what she must be being for the man in her room. 

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I came down stairs early, made coffee and was sitting at the table. She came into the kitchen an hour or so later. She slept in late. Must have been with her boyfriend until early, she never sleeps this late.

"So, you weren't in your usual perch, weren't in attendance to see your mama perform last night? Probably for the best, there are those that would find it strange that you watch me." 

She laughed that cute teasing girl laugh she does. She stared at me as she came down into the kitchen, came into full view. She saw my face turn bright red, saw the look in my eyes, saw the shock on my face.

She was in her silk robe, the red one. The robe I wore to the garage next door. And she had on the red pumps.

My heart froze. She just stared at me.

"Do these look familiar, baby? Do they look as good on me as they did on you?" She glared, didn't laugh.

"I can explain...", she cut me off.

"Explain why my red panties are somewhat damp and hanging in your closet, the sexy lace ones you seem to like so much. I'm guessing they were worn with all of this." She motioned across her body with her hand. 

"And I'm guessing that this isn't yours."

She pointed to slight stain, cum, on the back hem of the robe.

"Or is it? Do you masturbate on my things? Do you?"

I said nothing. 

"Are you fucking the boy next door? Your little pool party friend? Answer me! I always thought you two boys played too quietly some times in the basement." 

"No! Mother, please, no." She saw me squirm on the chair across from her at the kitchen table.

"Sensitive butt? You can tell me, we both know what you want to be. I told you, baby. We are going to be like girl friends. You're old enough to get that, way past eighteen years old." 

She laughed when she said that. I was six months past eighteen years old. 

"I'm not the judgmental mother that some boys could have." 

She laughed very loud. 

"Not at all, baby boy."

She took some coffee from the pot, turned and stared at me. She put the cup to her lips, sipped.

"Tell me. Who did you get all dressed up for and where the fuck did you go? To his car in the drive, is that where you got this stain on my pretty robe?"

"If I tell you the truth you can not say a word. Not a word!" I felt myself turn bright red.

"And you told me we'd get me some real girl clothes of my own, get me my own makeup. If I tell you I want to do that more than ever will you help me?" 

I felt my eyes tear up. I felt afraid, embarrassed.

"Baby, I love you. Of course you can trust me. We'll do that for you. Tell me."

I did. She threw her coffee cup against the sink.

"I'll kill that fucker. Kill him." She stood. "Has he been molesting you all along, has he, tell me!" She came to my side.

"No, this just started, after the graduation pool party. He never touched me, ever. You can't say anything to him. I mean it. I want this. This is all new. But I've never wanted anything more." I started to cry hard.

"Please, I trusted you. Please don't say a thing to him. I'm old enough to do this if I want to. I trusted you! You can't ruin this. Don't talk with him, please mother." 

She stood silent, looked down at me. I felt her hand on the back of my head. 

"His wife would kill him. I know her. You have no idea. Leave him and take it all." 

She laughed slightly when she said that.

She did something strange then. She got very quiet, calm. She went back and sat across from me.

"You're right. You are old enough. You're an adult. It's why I helped you with your makeup, said the things I said to you. I just love you and don't want you hurt, taken advantage of. I'm still shocked, baby. I had no idea. And fucking around with a married man is not easy. You have no idea."

"I've only been with him three times. I can't explain it. I love it. I can't talk about this, feels so bad. I just know I do want it. Really bad." 

I was crying softly.

"Don't be ashamed. Mama loves you, stuff happens. Believe me, I know. And I bet you make a very good girlfriend. I saw you all made up and baby smooth. You'll have no problem meeting men, sweetie. But why him?" 

She didn't wait for an answer. She stood and got another cup of coffee.

"Does he like you in my things?"

"Yes. A lot." I couldn't believe I said that, almost defiant.

"We have to get you some of your own. I can't have his cum on my things. I don't like that, baby. Don't like that at all. I still should kill him. But I won't. Does your friend have any idea?"

"Noooooo, no! Nobody knows. Just you. Please, please, please..."

"Shsssssh. It's okay. I know about these things. You just be smart about it. Don't ever let him treat you bad. And do not fall in fucking love! There are better men than him out there."

She went back to her seat across from me.

":Okay. We're going shopping. You're first real boyfriend, no matter how sneaky the fucker is, should be a good experience for you. I know it'll be good for him. And you're going off to college soon, be plenty of men for you to choose from. We have to make sure you're up to the challenge. And men are a challenge, baby. You still have a lot to learn about being a girl."

She sipped her coffee.

"After you get showered and shaved, baby smooth top to bottom, we'll go to the mall. You need to start doing that every day. Baby smooth, little 'girl'."

She laughed.

"We're going to the girl stores in the mall and you won't be embarrassed about it. You're a girl now. I know that's what you really want. Going to be the cutest girl on the block when your mother is through with you, go up and get ready." 

She looked at me, put her hand on mine. She winked at me.

"Am I an understanding mother?" She laughed. "I think so, a very cool one too."

I stood.

"Mother, I don't think I'll ever get used to us talking like this. I don't." 

"Yes you will, sweetie. Yes you will." She was staring out the window toward his house, looking over my shoulder. 

I walked to the stair, saw her stand walk to the window. 

"Please don't say anything to him. Please, mother."

She said nothing. She just stared out the window as I went upstairs and got ready for my shopping trip.



The Perfect Age Ch. 05



"Look at you. You're beautiful, honey."

She sits on the couch and stares at me, a big smile on her face.

"You're the daughter I never had."

She laughs, looks adoringly at me. I'm wearing a short soft tight-knit pink off-shoulder dress. White short stack heel summer shoes with ankle straps that show off my pink toenails. And under it all white satin panties with cute little ruffles around back. I'm completely made up, my hair to the side in little points, page boy like, sexy points out in front under my ears. I look like the perfect teen girl in summer dress. Nobody would know that I have a soft little penis in my under pants. Nobody would know that I am a boy.

"I told you. I told you so.", she says as she walks to me. "I told you we could do this, you and me, darling."

There are shopping bags next to the couch, several other outfits strewn about that I've tried on, modeled for her. My mother directing it all, she picks up a pair of thigh high stockings from inside of a bag, a pair of sheer see-through panties too.

"Now these, let me see these, honey. Let's see a big girl look." 

She hands them to me. I don't wait to be told, am past the initial bashfulness of dressing like a girl for my mother. She walks back to the couch and sits.

"With the ankle boots, just the boots, panties and stockings, honey, let's have a look. You are a little super model."

She giggles. She sits and watches as I slip out of the dress. I undress and am naked in front of her. My soft little thing sticking up in front bounces slightly as I sit to put on the nylon stockings, panties, and 3" spike heel ankle boots, she smiles approvingly. When I stand before her she seems awestruck. Smiles wide-eyed, she looks me up and down critically.

"You put a short little silk robe over that or cute little dress and any man that sees you will probably cum instantly."

"Mother! I'm still not comfortable with the way you talk to me like that, about sex! Please!"

I feel my face flush. Even though I'm standing in front of my mother in just high heel ankle boots, stockings and panties I feel embarrassed by the casual way she talks to me like this. She is so bold about it all. She loves that she has discovered my femme side and is now grooming it, grooming me to be the perfect girl. She has been hard at work on me, her new 'project' for several months now. She is not so much turned on by all of this as she is marveling at it all. But I can tell there is a sexual thing going on too. I am not resistant to that in any way, felt my little thing stir as she said that. My penis is semi erect in front of me. This makes her laugh.

"It doesn't lie, little boy. You love this."

She looks me over.

"And your boyfriend next door will too."

She says that very menacingly, almost angry. She spits that out, her facial expression changes and goes serious. She is still not comfortable that she's found out I've been 'seeing' him, that he's 'taken advantage of me', as she puts it. She has respected my wishes and not spoken to him about it. But I can't help but feel she will.

"Mother, please! Don't make him uncomfortable, please. You know I like him, like seeing him."

"Oh, I know that, sweetie, I know that. That fucker. I guess given that you are now 'out' so to speak as my daughter rather than my son it had to happen, you had to meet a man eventually. But I'm friends with his wife and I don't like it. I've never liked him anyway. I see the way he looks at me. I know he thinks I'm a whore, the men I bring home. I see him give me his dirty looks."

She is angry, sees me look troubled, look to her. I start to speak.

"Shhhh, I know, baby. We will keep this secret between us girls. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

She tensely smiled, stared at me. She was looking me up and down.

We have just been shopping. Went to several stores, have been out for hours buying me female things. Dresses, underwear, stockings, shoes, makeup, all of it, I am becoming a girl. It was one of what are now regular shopping trips for my wardrobe, things I need to be femme. And my mother could not be more thrilled by it all. She has taught me to do makeup, shave properly and in short be the perfect 18 going on 19 year old soon-to-be college 'coed'. And she's taken it further. She has supervised my 'night time bedroom wear', as she called it when we went to Victoria's Secret and two other lingerie stores she loves in town. 

"You don't have to worry about me. But I'd worry about Judy. She finds out and she'll not only kill him she'll cut his balls off first. Maybe yours too."

"Mother!! Please!"

She saw that she was getting to me, teasing me. She looked at me very calmly.

"Come here."

She motioned with her index finger at me as she said that. She clearly saw the troubled look on my face. I was not having fun with her threatening, insulting what I considered to be my first boyfriend. I have been sneaking to his garage at night while my mother is at work, doing things for him. She hates it but has stayed clear of it all. 

She turned me around in front of her, put both hands on my hips and pulled my rear end up close to her face as she sat on the edge of the couch.

"Don't move, honey. Just work with me on this."

I felt her slip my panties down gently. She pulled them down just below my cheeks. 

"Spread your legs, push your thighs apart. That's it, bend down a bit."

I did as she directed, felt her hand instantly go up between my legs from behind and grab my penis and balls in one hand. I started to pull away from her, reflex, felt afraid at how tightly she held me. She'd never touched me like this before.

"Stop moving! This is for your own good."

She pulled my penis and balls back between my naked thighs, pulled them back tight, felt like she was going to pull them off. I felt the head of my penis touch the naked crack of the bottom of my butt. She held it all there, held me tight.

"Close your legs. Gently, don't hurt yourself. Close and hold it all in place. You can do it."

I felt her other hand pat my rear. I closed my legs, slightly bent forward, felt my penis and balls trapped and held back so far I could not stand up straight. I felt her take her hand off of me and slip my panties back up over my rear end.

"Hold that there, keep those legs together, young lady. Don't you let that boy thing fall out. You'll get the hang of it, girly girl."

I could hear the smiling in her voice.

"Walk to the chair and then walk back to me. Do not let that slip out. Let's learn to walk like a lady, honey." 

I felt her give me a slight push as I hobbled forward. I minced, took baby steps, felt like I wanted to bend at the waist. She watched as I made my way to the chair and back.

"Again."

She sat watching, smiling.

"Stand up straight, stop hobbling. Walk one foot in front of the other, baby, you can do it."

Slowly it happened. I could walk completely upright, tucked tightly. I felt like a super model prancing in front of her. She sat and patiently watched the transformation. 

"That won't be possible when you see some big strong man, feel it start to get hard."

She laughed loud.

"Mother!!"

"You love this. Stop acting like you don't. We both do."

She stood and walked to me. One hand on the small of my back, she ran her other hand down over the front panel of my panties.

"You feel like the girl you are down there, little boy. Nothing sticking out in front to give you away, you are all girl."

She kissed my cheek and patted the front of my panties, moved away from me and toward the hall.

"I have to get ready for work. I want to see you in those short shorts I picked out today, the red satin ones. Want to see you with that thing tucked, shorts, bare legs and with the flat heel sandals, maybe with that white blouse tied up in front under your non-existent breasts, girly girl. Humor me. I paid for most of this wardrobe. I should at least get to make a request, no?"

"Yes, mother, you get a request."

I smiled at her, saw her wink back at me.

"I love you, baby. I really do."

She turned to me as she was at the hallway.

"I made a dental appointment for you. You're having your teeth cleaned day after tomorrow. And I have one more request. I want you to wear shorts. Not the girl ones you have there. Wear short boy shorts. And shave your legs before you go. It's time you started showing a little leg here and there."

She looked at me, serious look on her face.

"You want to keep sucking that asshole's dick next door, it's fine by me. But there are much better men out there than him."

"Mother!!"

She turned and walked down the hall.

******

"Your teeth are in excellent shape."

He inspected them as the dental tech that had just cleaned my teeth looked on. He was our family dentist, a man I'd been coming to for years.

"I'd like to see you in my office if that's not a problem."

I looked up at him, somewhat surprised.

"Is there something wrong with my mouth, my teeth?!?"

I felt shocked. He'd never said anything like that before.

"No. I just want to talk with you briefly about long term care, that and your insurance policy now that you're eighteen. It won't take long."

He smiled, squeezed my shoulder.

I followed him down the hall to his office. As I entered he closed the door behind me and motioned to the couch. I sat. He sat behind his desk. 

He looked at me and smiled.

"I didn't want to say this in front of my tech but I want to see you after hours, buy you a drink, maybe coffee, dinner, whatever you like."

I looked at him somewhat stunned.

"Seriously, I don't bite, we have much in common and I'd like to talk with you about that out of the office. I want to see you after hours."

He was hitting on me!

I sat back on the couch, way aware of my baby smooth legs in my short running shorts, my white canvas slip on shoes. I crossed my legs, girl-like. I let one shoe dangle on my foot, let it bounce as I looked at him.

"Are you talking about what I think you're talking about? You want to take me on a date?"

He laughed

"Maybe. Yeah, you could say that. Yes."

"Did my mother put you up to this?"

"She made an appointment to have your teeth cleaned. She told me that you are now somewhat open to what I'm all about."

I had no idea our family dentist, was gay!! He is as straight looking as the day is long.

"Don't think those smooth shaved legs are lost on me. They're beautiful and so are you."

"I'm a swimmer! I swim, shave my legs for that reason!"

I felt my face go deep red, almost choked as I said that. I knew he knew I was lying. He sat back in his chair and laughed.

"Well, your legs are very sexy, so is the rest of you. I want to buy you a drink. I want to see you. You won't regret it. Please let me see you after hours."

He looked at me very serious, very sexy look on his face. This was turning me on. He was attractive, cute the way he was looking at me. I liked that he was almost begging. I liked the feeling of being chased. I always thought he looked like a man's man, not gay at all. But now I was seeing him in a whole different light. I liked it.

"Okay. I'll do it. I'll let you buy me coffee. I'm not old enough to drink. I bet you like that."

He laughed loud. He walked from behind his desk to the front of me. He looked down at me. He extended his hand and I took it. I stood. He moved up to the front of me. I felt my penis stir in the panties I wore under my running shorts.

"You really are cute, feminine. Has anyone ever told you that?"

I said nothing, felt my face flush. He reached down and ran his finger up the inner thigh of my right leg, felt his fingers trace up and down the front of my shorts. I could see him start to breathe deeper.

"I've thought about you for some time. Couldn't say anything, you were too young. But your mother told me that not only were you older now but that you're more open minded now too."

I felt his hand move to my penis, outside my shorts. I didn't stop him, felt myself get instantly wet, little erection rise up in my panties. I felt his finger trace it.

"Tomorrow evening? Meet me at 7pm? Maybe coffee at my house? Why go out. We can get to know each other better at my place."

I felt his hand take my penis, hold it with his fingers through my pants. I almost fell down, swooned, felt weak. I fell against him. He put his arm around my shoulder, held me.

"Yes...oh...uhhhh, yes..."

I was melting!

"Good then. I'll have my receptionist give you my personal cell number and address." 

His hand stroked me slightly, very gently. He felt my penis get harder in his hand.

"You're small. Like a boy, I like that, like that a lot."

He took his hand off of me. I felt his other hand trace down my back. He patted my butt, squeezed it. He moved to the door. He left me standing there almost ready to fall to the floor. I was totally hot, so turned on by this man.

"You won't regret this. I can tell by that little thing in your pants you like me already."

He laughed. I blushed. My face turned bright red.

I said nothing, hurried passed him to the desk, trying to cover the erection in my shorts. I took his number and ran out of the office as fast as I could. Couldn't help but think his receptionist KNEW. I don't know if she did or didn't but she gave me a very sly smile the whole time she wrote his contact information down.

******

"You'll thank me later. Just go see him. He's a nice man, a fun man too. I've known about him for years. He's not your typical gay man. He doesn't play with a lot of faggy boys. I know him and know his ex-boyfriend too. They're both very responsible, grounded and professional men, baby girl. They are the kind of men you should be meeting, getting to know. And he has money. You'll find out that that is major plus in a man."

She is staring at me from across the dining room table. I confronted her on 'fixing me up', told her I was shocked, felt like she'd thrown me to the wolves. I felt like she'd pulled the cover back for the world to see.

"Besides that, are you going to tell me you don't find him attractive? You going to tell me that you've never thought about him? I'd have dated him long ago if he weren't gay!"

She laughed loud.

"He's cute. And he's safe. I know that about him. He's clean, safe and takes care of himself. Did I mention the word 'safe'?"

"Mother, I'm just shocked that you set me up. My own mother."

She rose from her chair, walked to me. She quickly slid her hand down inside my shorts. Felt her take my penis in her hand, I started to pull away slightly. She gripped my penis tighter. She took the back of my hair and held it tightly.

"You just sit there and listen to me, honey. Don't you dare pull away from me."

She started to run her index finger around the hole of my penis while holding it with her fingers, held my head by my hair with her other hand. She bent forward over me. She had never touched me like this before, never played with me. I was transfixed, felt myself go hard in her hand. She kissed my cheek.

"I've seen you naked, seen you girly, sissy like. I've seen this little thing at just the hint of being naked in front of me get all wet. You are a sissy. I know you, little one. Don't I? Don't I?!? Tell me. Tell me that you are a sissy."

She shook my head, reached up and slapped my face gently. She took me by the hair again.

"Yes...uhhhh...yes, mother...I am a sissy, I am..."

I felt my penis go slippery and wet with pre cum in her hand. She ran her fingers all over it.

"You stop resisting me! I know what's best for my new-found daughter. More than you know, little girl, more than you know. Now, when you go to him all lady-like, the perfect proper little sissy, this will be as I taught you. It will be soft and tucked between your legs. Right?"

I felt her start to stroke it, felt the wet head of my penis run between her fingers.

"Yessss, yess, ooooooo, yessss...mother..."

She started to stroke me fast. She started to masturbate me, her hand all the way down into my panties.

"Good, girl. Now let's do something that's way past due. Something you've wanted do for me. We both know it. Do it. Go ahead, do it baby. Cum for me. Cum in mommy's hand. Do it, honey. Cum for mommy."

She was purring, her sweet whispering next to my ear. She released my hair, petted the back of my head. She cooed. I could feel her breath, smell her hair, hear her seductive whispering sexy tone. 

I did it. I came quickly all over the inside of my panties and her hand.

"Now isn't that better? My baby girl, about to become a real woman. Wasn't that a wonderful thing, darling? Think about being with a real man and having that done for you by him."

She kissed my cheek. She squeezed my penis gently as it started to go soft, pulled her hand out of my pants and held it to my lips. She said nothing, just held her hand there. 

"Well?"

She held her hand under my nose, back of it covered with my cum. Slowly, I started to lick it, kiss it. She said nothing as I cleaned her hand.

"I think now we have a better understanding, honey. Don't you? Do you have a much better understanding about us, about the two of us?"

She smiled at me as I licked her hand clean. She pulled away when I finished the last of it, went back to her coffee on the other side of the table and sat.

"Yes, mother. I do."

I looked down at my shorts, felt my face turn a bright red, heard my voice sissy like and whimpering as I said that.

"Don't you be embarrassed with me, ever. I'm your mother. And I'll never do anything to hurt you, honey. Now you probably need to go change out of those messy things. And I want to see you pretty before I leave for work tonight. Surprise me, wear something that you'd wear to please a man. Show me, honey. I know what I'd wear on a first date with that man. Let's see what you come up with. You're a girl now, baby. Don't disappoint and remember to tuck that little thing."

She looked at me, just stared with those beautiful eyes of hers.

"I love our new found relationship. You have no idea how much I do."

I stood, went to her. I kissed her cheek. She looked up at me. She saw a tear in my eye.

"You'll probably get used to that wet feeling in your panties, baby. I have a feeling you're going to a very popular girl. And when I do that for you I hope you realize I do it because I love you, not because you are a lover. You'll never be that. I'm your mother."

I felt her hand go to my rear end. She patted me.

"You're a mess, honey. Go get cleaned up, get pretty for me."

I turned and walked to my room, thought about the man I was going to see. I felt my penis start to get slightly hard again, felt it move in the mess I made inside my panties.

When she came downstairs I was showered, baby soft, made up and in red short shorts, almost hot-pants like, cut way up at the sides and low at the waist. They accentuated the crack of my rear and my round butt. I had an off shoulder soft ruffled top blouse and large pink hoop earrings. I wore open toe sandals with pink nail polish, showed off my bare tanned smooth legs. I wore pink lip gloss, way dark eye makeup and large eyelashes with my hair pulled down and off to one side, slightly covering one eye. I thought it was a very sexy look.

So did my mother.

"You HAVE to wear that, dress like that for him. Promise me you will. You are a girl. Nobody would ever think you are a boy, nobody. Very cute, unbelievably cute. Do we have good genes in this family or what?"

She walked to me, turned me around.

"If my boss sees you he'll want you, not me anymore."

"Mother!"

"Like you don't like watching me from the basement anymore?"

She laughed loud.

"I have to run, will be home late. I think he has a new client for me to meet so you should get a very good show later tonight from your little peephole room in the basement. I love having a new girlfriend! I really do."




The Perfect Age Ch. 05



She kissed my cheek, hugged me.

"I have to run. I'm late, late, late."

She flew out the door, turned as she did.

"You are gorgeous, baby doll, gorgeous!"

She smiled and went out the door. I went up to her room, looked over at his garage from the perfect vantage point of her bedroom window. I wanted the light to come on, wanted to see the signal, the 'come to me' light. I wanted to go to him dressed like this. I wanted the man that had been my first ever lover to see me like this. I felt myself get wet inside my red silk panties. I wanted him to see me like this. I felt the k-y I'd put on my little hole, felt it slip so slight between my cheeks. It was all I could do not to masturbate, all I could do not to touch myself and make a mess. 

His light came on at 9pm. I hurried, flew down the stairs.

His jaw dropped. He stared at me for a long time. I stood in front of his chair, him sitting. I stood for him to see like I always do, usually naked or in just panties. He studied me, said nothing.

"You are perfect. You are the perfect age, the perfect sissy. It's a shame I can't keep using you. I'm going to have to stop seeing you."

I was stunned. He just said it! Said he was done with me!!

"The only reason I brought you here tonight was to tell you to stay away from me. We have to end this. I can't have my wife find out about this. 

That cannot happen."

"But..."

"Shut up. Don't talk."

He stood. He took me roughly by my arm and led me to the back of his chair. I felt him push me face first toward the seat, felt myself bent over the back of his chair with my face in the cushion. I felt him slap my butt hard.

"Don't say another word. Not one word."

I felt my shorts being lowered, felt him feel my panties up, run his hands all over the lace and my rear end and the pull them down to my knees. I felt the air on my naked rear end as he moved up close to me. I felt him push his finger into me, whimpered as he did that.

"All slippery and ready, you little whore. The whore I created. Now don't say a word. Not one fucking word."

He pulled his finger out of me hard, made me whimper. He unzipped his pants. He took his erection out through his fly, didn't even take his pants down. He fucked me for less than five minutes, came in me hard. I'd been fucked like this by him many times over the past several months but tonight was different. He was angry, almost cruel. He'd been very firm and dominant before with me but tonight he was mad. I could tell. 

When he finished he pulled out of me and wiped himself on my rear end. He slapped my butt, made me jump forward against the back of the chair. He walked to the front of me. He was done with me.

"Get dressed, none of this ever happened. Leave. Out. Now." 

He stared at me. I felt tears in my eyes.

"Please..."

"No, it's over. Leave. Now! Did you think this could go on forever? Don't come back here. It all ends tonight. OUT!!"

I felt his cum dripping out of me as I hurried back into my panties, my shorts. I walked to the door. Felt his wetness all over my slippery butt. My face bright red, I felt hurt, confused, almost stumbled trying to get out the door. I turned to him, tears on my cheeks.

"Don't you like me?!?"

I shouted at him, voice quivering.

"Leave. This can't go any further. Just fucking leave."

I ran home, across his yard to my house. I threw myself on my bed and cried for over an hour. I could still feel him in me, feel him all over my rear end. I shook as I cried face down on the bed. 

Finally I went calm. I went to my mother's room and stared out the window at his garage. The light was still on. Fine. He wants it over, it'll be over. Fine. He may have been the first man I gave my little rear end to but he won't be the last. Fine! It's over. Over!

No. I thought to myself it's not over. It was all just beginning. I smiled to myself, felt his cum inside of me and that made very determined, very focused. It made me feel seductively empowered. I liked that, liked that I could make men want to do that to me, make men want me. And I could decide if they got me or not, not them. It was all just getting started. It was far from over.

I stood up and went to my mother's full length mirror. I looked at myself. They were right, both he and my mother. I was beautiful. And I saw something else too. Maybe they didn't see it but I did. I felt powerful, very powerful.

I slipped my shorts down to my ankles, stared at the soft girly panties I wore, ran my hand over my little thing and made myself hard. I could feel his cum still all over my butt up between my cheeks. I liked that feeling. A lot. And I wanted more. I looked at myself in the mirror as I masturbated and thought about the man I was looking forward to seeing. I thought about how I would look to him when he saw me for the first time like this, and how I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to see the real me, the sissy girl in the mirror.

I masturbated slow and deliberate. When I came I did it into the front of my panties. I was careful not to get any of it on my mother's floor or on her carpet. Carefully I bent down, watched myself in the mirror, loved what I saw as I pulled my girly shorts up over it all, up over the mess in the front and the rear of my sexy red panties.

I went to the basement and sat in my slippery little mess, sat there thinking. Thinking about it all, it was two hours later that my mother arrived back home. She was with a man. I heard them come in and then go to her room. I went to my formerly secret vantage point and looked up into her room from the heating vent in the floor of her room. I saw it begin, saw them in her large mirror, saw him start to feel her up, run his hands over her breasts and body. I saw her go to her knees and slip his pants down. All I could think of was I wanted to be her. I wanted more. I wanted a lot more.

*************

"Bill, can I talk with you for a moment?"

She smiles at him across the fence toward the rear of his yard and ours. As he walks to her she can see that he is slightly nervous, unsure but nothing out of the ordinary. He has no idea that she 'knows'. She usually does not address him when he's in the yard, just waves to him or his wife. His wife is up on the deck out of earshot working on her flower pots. 

As he approaches she yells out loudly to her.

"Judy, your flowers are beautiful. You make me jealous. So much work to do it right and they make a beautiful deck."

She smiles at the woman in the distance.

"You should try it, fun and relaxing. Urban gardening is good for the soul."

The woman waves as my mother yells across the lawn, smiles back.

"The 'so much work part' is the part that keeps me from it, dear."

She laughs, waves back.

He approaches her, stares at my mother. She glares at him. He is between his wife and her. His wife cannot see my mother's face as she stares coldly at the man in front of her.

"Listen, don't talk. Don't say one fucking word. You talk and I scream, clear? Fucking scream. You can explain that to your wife and your son. You are going to stop seeing my boy. You are going to end whatever dirty little fantasy you have worked out with him, end it immediately."

His face went bright red, first in anger and then fear, total fear.

"Please, you don't understand..."

"Shut the fuck up, Bill! One more word and Judy gets introduced to this little discussion. I'm warning you."

He went silent, could not look my mother in the eye. He stared at the ground, at his feet. He was visibly shaken.

"You will meet with my son one more time and you break it off. Clear? You see him again after you tell him it's over and I will go to the police. They going to believe me or you? Doesn't matter to me, your still screwed either way with Judy, you listen to me, you fucker. And he may be of age now but after I tell them you started all this three years ago it will look very bad. I can lie as good as you can. And will Judy understand? End it. Fucking end it! I don't care what he says, I don't care if my son cries, begs, whatever, you end it. This conversation never took place, Bill. You tell my boy we talked and I tell Judy we talked. And when you see me in the yard you smile, be polite. Be nice to me, Bill. Now go back to Judy and tell her you were helping me with something, make up a lie, tell her anything. I know you're good at that, asshole. You're lucky I don't turn you over to my boyfriend. That would be the worst thing you can imagine."

She glared at him.

"Get out of my sight."

She watched as he sheepishly moved away slowly.

"Judy, they really are pretty. You've not only got a green thumb but green fingers too, wonderful honey!"

She laughed, smiled at her neighbor. Judy smiled and waved as she went back into our house.

I did not find out about that conversation until I was out of college, years later. I was not upset by it at all. I was as always in awe of my mother. I was hers completely. I knew she did that for my own good. Just like setting me up with the man that would become my mentor, my lover, my sugar daddy, my generous benefactor. The man that some some would call my pimp.



The Perfect Age Ch. 06



He's up over the top of me, slighty off to my side with his left nipple in my mouth. He has his hand on my penis and strokes me softly as I suck, nibble and kiss him. I can still taste his cum in my mouth. I can taste my rear end too, it was all over his cock when he came in my mouth. 

After he fucked me for over an hour he finished in my mouth. It's the first time anyone has ever done that to me. It's the first time I've actually been taken to bed by a man and fucked me like the sissy girl I am, fucked me like a woman.

"That's it, suck it. Kiss it, you do that well. You're making me hard again."

He squeezed my penis, had it in his hand. He was playing with me. He ran a finger over the tip of it, all over my pre cum. He feels me shake as he does that. He feels me shudder, hears me moan softly. He has me crazy for him, addicted to his hand and he knows it. I never want this to end. He knows that too. He takes the head of my penis between his index finger and thumb, holds just the head of it. I start to purr like a kitten.

"You are such an eager little boy. I like that."

He is naked, lying next to me. His penis even soft it huge, it lays across my left thigh, the wet tip of it up against my tiny balls. I can feel it start to pulse again, feel it move slightly, feel it start to get hard and push against me. I put my hand on it. I close my fingers around it. I start to pump him, masturbate him as I suck his nipple. My tight little hole hurts but in a good way. I've never been so thoroughly fucked. He took his time with me, a long time with me in the missionary position. He was in me very deep. 

An hour and a half ago I was at his front door, nervous, afraid and alone on his door step. I drove to his house all sissied and femmed up and every mile I went I tried to talk myself into turning around and going home. I felt horribly awkward out in public dressed as I was. Little white lace girly panties covered by tight satin red short shorts, the shorts my mother insisted I wear to see him for the first time. I wore a baby pink off shoulder soft cotton sweater and white open toe sandals, pink nail polish on my fingers and toes. I was made up too. I went all out, deep pink lip gloss and dark noir eyes with pointy little cat corners and huge false eyelashes, I was cute to say the least. I'd never been out femme by myself, not like this. This was a first for me. All the way to his house I was visibly shaking.

When I arrived at his front door and rang the bell he answered and just took me by the wrist, guided me into his house smiling. He pulled me in, almost dragged me in. My face was bright red, could feel the embarrassment of my situation as my heels clicked on the tile in his house. I had little confidence going out into the world as a girl, even less being dragged into a man's house by my wrist.

"You are beautiful, absolutely gorgeous. Get that cute little butt in here."

He squeezed my hand, kissed it. That made me smile. His was fawning over me, his eyes all over me up and down. I felt him guide me to his living room, checking me out the entire way. He was barefoot, wearing soft thin cotton workout pants and a loose fitting unbuttoned white dress shirt that showed off his masculine build. I looked at him as he walked to the couch, pulled me down next to him. I felt my penis pull tight as I sat next to him. It was held tight between my thighs and pushed back between my legs. I felt it pinch as I sat. I controlled myself, did not yelp like I wanted to. I felt his hand go to my back, around my shoulders.

"Do you want something to drink? Can I get you anything?"

I looked up at him sitting next to me, stared at him for a moment. Then I just did it...I didn't hesitate, didn't wait for him to move on me. I leaned forward, leaned in close toward him. 

"We both know why I'm here."

I put my hand on his naked chest inside his shirt. He felt wonderful, felt my penis strain between my thighs. I kissed him. I felt his tongue go into my mouth as soon as I did, felt his hands all over me. He French kissed me , made me dizzy. I kissed him back, licked his tongue, sucked it gently. 

"You don't waste time."

He laughed as he pulled away slightly, still very close to my face. I saw my lipstick all over his lips as I felt his hand move to the back of my shorts, toy with the waist band of my lace panties. I felt his fingers move down onto my butt.

"Like I said, we both know why I'm here." 

I kissed him again, quickly turned toward him and moved up on top of him. I threw my legs over him, got onto his lap straddling and facing him. He did not resist.

He was the first real man I ever had, ever used my 'girl charm' on, first man I ever willingly gave myself too. He was the first man that I was the aggressor with. I loved this! I pushed myself onto him, writhed on his lap. I felt his cock get hard, rock hard underneath m as I ground my hips down onto him. He was going to be my first real lover. I was going to see too that. I felt his huge erection up under me, kissed him again deeply. 

He was the man my mother sent me to. He was our family dentist. When I thought that for an instant I laughed to myself. He took over from there. 

I felt my clothing quickly stripped off of me. I felt him move me to the couch and up off of him. He put me on my back. And then I was naked with him on top of me. I felt his huge erection push up against me, grind against my little sissy like thing wet and standing straight up no more than three inches. As I lay naked in just my sandals underneath him on his couch I looked up at him, watched as he took his pants down to his knees. He raised himself up and slid his pants down slowly, teasing me. I saw his cock for the first time, bobbing as it broke free from his pants. He was rock hard, nine or ten inches. He was huge. He pushed up to the top of me, moving up over my chest. I felt his cock drag along my stomach and chest all the way up. I took his hard cock into my mouth. I held his rear with both hands as I sucked him. He was so big I could only get about three fourths of him into my mouth. Not like my neighbor, not like the dirty old man I'd been seeing, this was a large man. I liked the way he felt, loved the way he was treating me, the way he was touching me. I felt his hand go to the back of my head as he started to pump in my mouth. He held me in place and started to fuck real slow, running the head of his cock over my wet tongue. 

He took himself right to the edge and then pulled out of me. I could feel it throb like my dirty old man neighbor would do just before me came in my mouth. The he did something I'll never forget, remember forever. He pulled his cock out of my mouth quickly. He jumped up off of the couch, stripped off his shirt and pants completely. He pulled me up by my arms so quickly it scared me, put his shoulder into my waist. I cried out as he stood and took me over his shoulder, my head hanging down over his back, near the top of his muscular rear end. I felt his hand come down across my naked rear end. He slapped my butt hard. I cried out, felt my feet kick slightly and he slapped my butt again, a second and third time. He walked to the stairs with me over his shoulder, holding me tight and cave-man like in place with his strong arm as I kicked and squirmed. He carried me up the stairs to his bedroom and tossed me onto his bed. I laughed as he stared down at me. I was completely naked except for my sandals. I felt the sexiness of it all. I drew my legs up to my chest, smiled up at him, holding my legs together. I slowly spread my legs for him, offered myself. He fell between them. I felt him guide himself to my rear with his hand, felt the huge head of his cock move up and down between my cheeks searching for my tight little hole. I breathed heavily as is weight pushed me down into his bed. And then he found it. I felt him at my tight little hole. I cried out as he entered me, closed my eyes. I put my legs around his back and winced as he entered me, felt like he splitting me in two. I felt his full weight on top of me as he pushed slowly into my rear end as far as he could go. I started to quiver as he pulled back out slowly and then pushed back in again. I cried out softly, whimpered, felt a tear come to my eyes. He started to fuck. 

When he came he did it in my mouth. Pulled out of me and moved up across my chest like he did downstairs on his couch. I put him into my mouth again, didn't have to be told. I felt his hand hold the back of my head as he sat up on my chest and pumped, milking himself into my mouth. I swallowed as I felt the first huge spurt of his cum hit the back of my throat. I could taste my rear on his cock. I didn't care. I didn't like the taste but didn't pull away. I'd never done anything like this. I felt like I wanted more. I wanted him to cum forever. And he almost did. He came huge, not like my dirty old man neighbor. When he finished he looked down at me, his cock growing soft, resting on my face, across my lips.

"Good girl. Very good girl. You have the tightest ass I've ever fucked."

"Thank you. I think that's a compliment."

I was a mess, smiling up at him. I could feel my makeup down my cheeks, his cum all over my lips, mouth and chin.

And now we were lying next to each other, his wet cock on my leg, his nipple in my mouth. 

"I've decided. I'm going to keep you. I decided that as soon as I put my cock in you."

He laughed. I felt his hand on my penis.

"Don't think that I'll ever suck this. I don't do that. And if you even think about fucking me the way I do you I'll spank you like you've never been spanked before."

I pulled my mouth off of his nipple.

"I don't expect you to do that. I would never expect that..I..."

He interrupted me, pushed his nipple back into my mouth.

"You'll always be the girl for me, not the other way around. I will touch this from time to time, make you crave my hand. I want to teach you to beg for it. But you're the sissy, you're the girl. Not me."

I felt him run his finger over the hole on the end of my erect little penis. He brought me to full erection, all three inches of it. I felt myself throb in his hand. Compared to him I was a baby boy. His cock even soft in my hand was at least six or seven inches long, probably nine inches hard. I felt it move as I ran my hand over the head of it. He was huge and I loved that.

"I'm serious. I'm going to keep you. You're pretty, almost completely passable. We'll work on that. And you're the perfect fuck, that mouth of yours would win awards. Where did you learn to suck like that?"

He laughed again. He rolled me over on my stomach, quickly. He just effortlessly turned me over butt up. I could feel his strength. He could pick me up with ease. I felt him start to pet my back, felt his hand run down over my cheeks. I felt goose bumps rise all over my rear end and legs. He was petting me. I felt his fingers move into the crack of my rear end. 

"You have one of the cutest butts I've ever seen. I'm going to own it. You have no problem with that, right?"

I said nothing. I could hear the smile in his voice as he said that, petted me from behind. I wasn't talking any of his bedroom talk seriously. He started to kiss my neck, the back of my right ear. He saw the goose bumps rise on me as he did that.

I pushed my butt up against his hand, felt his fingers go deeply between my cheeks, explore me. He put his hand across my butt. His had covered my naked cheeks. He squeezed and felt me as if he was measuring me. I felt my little thing hard and wet under me. He rolled over on top of me. He pinned me to the bed. I felt his huge semi erect cock up between my cheeks. He spread them with his hands as he lay on top of me. He pushed his erection up into the crack of my butt. His legs pinned mine down to the bed, his ankles over the top of my calves. I felt his teeth gently on my naked shoulder. I pushed back against him, raised my rear end for him. He started to move slowly between my cheeks, felt his cock start to slide between them. I was lost. I moaned and whimpered as he teased up between my cheeks, fucked me up and down. 

He fucked me again. After playing with the crack of my rear, making himself rock hard, I felt him guide the head of it to my hole. I pushed back on it as I felt him enter me. If didn't hurt this time. I took almost all the way in. I closed and held my little hole tight around him, wanted him to feel that as he fucked me. 

He had me again for over an hour. Face down on his bed, long slow full length, driving me crazy kind of fucking. I moaned, was like a little cat clawing at his sheets. He made me beg, cry, whimper. I was lost, addicted, wanted nothing other than this man. He knew exactly what he was doing with me. I could still taste his cum in my mouth when he came the second time in my butt. I could feel it, could feel every spurt. When he finished he just stayed on top of me, felt him go soft in my rear, my tight little hole holding his cock in place inside of me. I felt his hands on my arms holding them out in front me , holding me tight, pinning them to the bed. He moved slowly on me, pulled his cock out so slowly, could feel every bit of it as he moved up and onto my rear end, his big soft cock moving around all over my wet butt. I was his. I was completely his. He was right. I was owned by him.

"My mother said I'd like you. She was right."

I felt his hand drift down and rub the side of my right cheek as he lay on top of me, his legs still pinning mine to the bed.

"I'll be yours. I'll be yours until you treat me bad. Then I'll be somebody else's."

He slapped my butt, rose up off of me.

"If I treat you bad it'll be in a way you like, a way you'll beg for, in a way that will further make you my little girl."

He laughed.

"You don't even know me. You want me to be yours? Be yours only? You don't have much to worry about, I don't have any other men in my life, don't know anyone like you. I'm very new at all of this. Why not be yours? I don't have any others."

I laughed loud. I sat up on the bed, pulled my legs up and crossed them lotus position-like, felt his cum run out of me onto the bed as I did that. I smiled to myself, thought about how I must look, makeup all over my face, hair a mess, in only cute little sandals. I looked at him.

"I like you. I like you a lot. Why do you think I threw myself at you down stairs. I've never been with a real man before, not a lover or boyfriend type man, ever. I've only been with one other man and it was more him molesting me than anything else. He was nothing like you."

"Well, I want you to be mine now. I knew that the moment your mother sent you to my dental chair a few days ago. Don't know if she told you but she did tell me about you. She said I'd be perfect to date her son, said that she trusts me not to hurt you. Your mother has good taste in men."

He laughed. I reached out and took his penis in my hand, him standing in front of me at the edge of the bed. I held it a I looked up at him. I looked back down at him in my hand.

"She does. She has very good taste in men."

I leaned close to him. I took him to my mouth, kissed the end of his penis, licked the end of it. I looked up at him and put the head of it into my mouth. I stared up at him as I held it with my lips behind the head, ran my tongue up the hole holding him tightly in place. I felt him start to get hard again. I liked that. I liked this man and his ability to get hard, stay hard. I looked up into his eyes as his erection grew in my mouth.

I sucked him, took him as far into my mouth as I could and started to masturbate him with my mouth. I could not get his full length into my mouth, felt myself choke slightly. I was determined to make him cum like this. I pushed the head of it against the roof of my mouth and started to pump him.

"You'll learn not only to take it all but much more too."

He took my head in his hands, held me place as he started to fuck my mouth. He came again after using me like that for almost twenty minutes, came in my mouth and then pulled it out and wiped himself on the side of my face.

"My lovely little nympho bitch girl."

He petted my face.

"I like that you're a hungry one. I like that more than you know. You'll find that I can give you what you want, whenever you want."

He moved back slightly, petted my face as he looked down at me. 

"You want me to feed you? I can do that too on the first date. I mean actual food." 

He laughed loud, looked down at me, he bent and kissed my forehead.

"That would be nice. I didn't eat before I came here. And you can show me that you really care."

I batted my eyes up at him, smiled. I got up off the bed, did my flirty best to walk toward the door model like. I wanted to get my purse so that I could fix my makeup, get pretty again. He moved to his closet took a robe from it, watched as I went down the stairs to my things on the floor next to the couch. I knew he was checking out my rear end and his cum all over it. I felt my penis stir as I thought about being over his shoulder, the way it felt to be taken and carried away like that, his strong hand slapping my butt. I got wet.

Just before I left his house at a little past 1:00 am he kissed my cheek at the door.

"I am very serious. I want you, want you to be mine, not see anyone else. I'm not talking love here. I'm talking you being my little girl, MY little girl. Does that interest you?"

I felt his hands all over my butt through the back of my shorts as he pushed up against me and pinned me to the wall.

"I don't have anybody else so I guess for now that interests me. But you have to promise to put me over your shoulder again. A lot."

I reached down and felt his cock through his robe, opened it up and took him in my hand. I stroked him slowly as he laughed.

"I can do that."

He saw me smile up at him. 

"I'll be yours. First date and I'm already married."

He stared at me as I felt his huge cock go erect in my hand.

"Put it in your mouth. Do it. On your knees now."

I saw a dominant, controlling side of him come out. I felt powerless to say 'no', not that I would have. I went to my knees quickly and did as he told me to do. He was so forceful. I liked that, felt weak in front of him as I sucked him.

He came in my mouth, came in me for the fourth time that evening. He did it quickly, less than five minutes face fucking me. All I could do was whimper. He filled my mouth. To this day I have never met a man with more sexual power, more control than my has.

When he finished he pulled me to my feet, his strong hands up under my arms. I was dizzy, felt like I wanted to melt, go faint.

"Good boy. You do as you're told. You be safe on the way home. Tell your mother I said 'hello'. Remember, I want you. You belong to me now. Make that little thing cum when you get home, think about that."

He kissed my cheek, slapped my butt and made me come up onto my toes and cry out. He opened his front door.

"I had a real good time."

I burst into laughter as I said that.

"And thank you for the steak too."

He smiled at me as I turned to leave. I felt him take my arm, pull me back and kiss my cheek.

"The next time you come to me I want to see you as femmed up as it gets. And bring a couple of outfits. I want to see the real girl in you. Want to see my new super model. Can you do that?"

"Oh, I can do that, baby. I can do that. For you, anything"

I winked at him. I went out the door, walked to my car. That was the first date with the man that would become a fixture in my life for many years to come. And that was the first date with the man that would have me doing things for other men soon. That was the first date with the man that would for-real own my little butt.

When I got home my mother was up. 




The Perfect Age Ch. 06



"You were out late, little one."

My mother was on the couch. She was not waiting up for me, just relaxing after a date. She was sitting in a very cute silk robe and fuck me shoes. She had nothing on underneath. Her make up somewhat a mess. I thought to myself she must have been doing what I was doing.

"What's he like? Is he fun? Is he a good kisser? Did you two do it?"

She laughed, grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the couch next to her. I was shock proof with her at this point.

"Yes, we did. Multiple times."

I smiled at her.

"I'm not a virgin girl anymore. Not that I was when I went to his house, but this felt like the first time. He is my first real man, mother."

"Wow. 'Multiple times', you little whore."

She smiled.

"How many 'multiple times', tell me? Girl talk, now."

"Four, if you count the blow job at his door, my 'kiss goodnight'."

"You little slut! I'm so fucking jealous."

She laughed loud.

"I told you he was a good one, didn't I?"

She pulled at my arm, squeezed my hand.

"I knew he was a real man and I knew he'd be perfect for you. Are you okay, sore, did he hurt you?"

She got very serious, very concerned.

"Mother! Please. The way you talk to me sometimes."

"Well? I can only imagine your little rear end, hope he didn't break it."

She laughed hard.

"The man I was with tonight could barely get it up. Takes him forever to cum. He's my boss's accountant. You've seen him before through your little rabbit hole in the basement. I do him as a favor. That, and he's a very generous tipper. My boss likes to keep him happy. I suck him and he rarely cums. He likes it anyway."

She was looking at herself in the mirror, turning side to side.

"You just missed him. I'm surprised you didn't hit his car in the drive. This new boyfriend of yours is a real good thing, honey. Trust me on that. You don't want that prick next door putting his hands on you, you really don't. Stay with a winner. Your new man is a good man."

She turned to me.

"Just what do two boys do together anyway?"

She laughed, saw me look at her sternly, saw my face flush.

"Don't answer that. I already know. I'm a big girl."

She walked to the hall, toward her room.

"I'm tired, baby. It's late. I am so glad for you, so glad. I really am. It sounds like you had a wonderful time. And you know you can talk to me about anything under the sun, anything, anytime. I love you."

She blew me a kiss.

"Good night, my little slut. Four times indeed. Ah, to be young again."

She laughed as she went to her room, closed the door. All I could think about was being over his shoulder, naked, a helpless 'cave girl' dragged off to his bedroom. I felt my little thing stir in my wet panties. I pulled them off of me, pulled them to my ankles. I masturbated, relived it all. When I came onto my stomach I just stayed like that. Thought about the outfits I wanted him to see me in, how much I wanted him to see me as a femme little girl, a perfect girl. I did want to be his. He was right about that.

And I did become his. For a very long time.



The Perfect Age Ch. 07



It wasn't long after I became his lover that he had me seeing other men. The first time was at a party he took me to several months after I started seeing him. He had me go down on a friend of his while he watched. Assured me all was okay, it would be 'safe'. 'Just do it, you'll do that for me, baby, right?'...I did. I actually enjoyed it. I found out early that I liked being watched, like being a little show girl at the parties he would take me to regularly. And I also found out early on too that he had plans for me, plans to turn me into a very popular 'item on the menu', as he called me. 

My mother introduced me to him. She thought he was a good man, the right man to take me away from our lecherous older neighbor. She thought he was the right man to 'save' me from the dirty old man next door that introduced me to my sissy girl side, the dirty old man that would use me in his garage. Little did my mother know that the man I was now hopelessly addicted to, her trusted friend and our family dentist, would be the man that I would do anything for. And that he was taking full advantage of that. He was very much a 'good man', the best lover I've ever had. And he was the most manipulative too. It wasn't long before I had a steady stream of gentlemen I saw. Not only at the request of my lover but because I loved it. He showed me that side of myself. I am a little whore and proud of it...

Left hand on my hip, rear end pushed out and to the side, my right hand stroking my little penis between my index finger and thumb, I am putting on what my boyfriend calls my 'dirty little show'. I perfected this in front of him too many times to count. 

My pink ruffled panties are dangling at my knees, they wiggle as I move my hips, lacy and displayed in full. My legs are spread just enough to keep them from falling to my ankles. I am a very cute piece of sissy candy. My pretty little girly girl ruffled and lace panties are shown off so sexy. It's a planned part of my show. It's all a very calculated part of what I am doing for the man in front of me. 

I am in white 3" spike heel soft leather ankle boots. Very kinky little fuck-me shoes, open toed showing off my pink toe nails through my sheer white stockings. My hose are thigh-high lace top with cute little pink bows in the back on each stocking. I am wearing a white lace bustier and white lace neck choker. My large white shiny plastic hoop earrings dangle at my shoulders up under my blonde hair, hair covering half of one eye, a very hot look. My makeup is perfect. I fixed it just before I started my little exhibition for this man. I checked and touched it up just after he fucked me.

"I love doing this for you, baby." 

I smile suggestively, wink at him. His cum is dripping out of me, I feel it run down the back of my right leg slightly as I slowly rotate my hips for him. I can see him stare up at me from the chair he sits in. He likes what he is seeing.

"Daddy, you know I'm yours to do anything with. You know I'll do anything for you, anything you like. And you know I'm a bad girl, very much in need of a spanking. I am a very bad little girl."

I purr to him as he sits and stares at me from the arm chair in my living room. He is naked. Naked and semi erect, his huge penis starts to stir again. Ten minutes ago he was in me, deep in me. He was fucking me over the arm of my couch, knees on the couch, my face to the floor.

He had me undress him on my knees as soon as he entered my apartment, stared down at me as I took his pants and underwear down and then off. He pulled me by my arm to the couch as soon as he was naked. He pulled my panties down so fast I thought he'd rip them. He pushed me over the arm of the couch roughly. He was driven. My little ankle boots kicking up around him on the couch, my face to the floor, he was in me so fast he made me cry out. The only sound in the room was my whimpering and moaning and his cock sliding in and out of my slippery tight little hole. 

He is still slippery with my lubricated rear end, shiny and wet all over the front of his crotch and cock. I can still feel his thrusts. I feel my tight little hole throb after being used by him for over half an hour. I can feel the wetness of his cum in the crack of my butt as I sway and grind slightly for him. 

He is a friend of my boyfriends. They all are. He is one of my regulars. He, like the other 'special ones', gets me without a condom. If my boyfriend says they are safe, they are. He is what would be best described as a 'client'. The 'show' I am putting on is something I do for my boyfriend and a couple of other select gentlemen. They like to watch my alluring little show. But what this 'special one' really wants to see after he fucks me is me crying. And he wants to see and hear my sobs after I cum into his hand. He wants to see me lick it clean and then get whipped with a belt to the point of tears. It's a specialty I perform for the a very select few. I have no safe word with these men. I have been trained to be a submissive little 'whipping girl' for just this type of client, this type of kinky session, this very dirty little trick to be performed by a specialty whore like me. It's what my boyfriend calls one of my talents, one of the specialties he trained me for. It's what draws the big spenders to me.

"Daddy, please, please, whip me. Please. I want to feel your belt on me, please. Do it, please. I am such a bad girl. I need to be whipped. I really do. Please..."

I whimper and beg, feel slight tears in my eyes as I purr to him, as I build my mental state for what is about happen next. I hate being whipped when it's actually happening. I start to cry just saying all of this to him. Real tears well up in my eyes. I know how much it will hurt. I know how helpless I will feel during all of it. I also know that I masturbate thinking about this dirty act more than thinking about anything else. I am a masochistic submissive little slut. I know that. My boyfriend picked up on my submissive bottom needs almost as soon as he started dating me. And he has exploited it all very well. I am a little bitch in need of this type treatment from men. I can't escape that fact. I don't want to escape that fact. I in fact crave it.

I look down, try to look as helpless, cute and sissy like as I can. I stare at the man seated in front of me. I see not only his penis get hard again but I see his hand tighten on the leather strap he clutches in his hand on the arm of the chair, the leather strap-paddle he took off of my wall. My boyfriend has me keep it in full view on my hallway wall. He says it's a reminder of what I am. It is.

I feel my heart pump, feel apprehensive, feel fear. I always do. I run my hand over my penis, feel my semi erect soft little thing start to shrink just a little. I work hard to make myself stay semi erect enough to drip for him. I know what is about happen next. I take myself to the edge of cumming for him. I start to cry. I see him smile up at me as I do.

He holds his cupped hand out, his fingers pressed together. He pushes it out to me.

"Do it. I want to whip that naughty little ass. Fucking do it, cum in my hand, bitch. Cum! You dirty little bitch. Cum!"

I move hobbled-like, stumble toward him, keeping my panties in place at my knees with short mincing little baby steps. I concentrate deeply. I feel myself start to get 'the feeling'. I feel his hand press up under my penis and cradle it as it lays across his cupped fingers. I feel his finger tips on my little balls, somewhat shrunken from fear. And then it happens.

I feel the first spasm, the first drip of my cum onto his hand. I start to cry, start to tremble. I am visibly shaken. I close my eyes and milk myself for him.

I am not erect. I am almost completely soft. I don't get hard like a real man, not for this kinky act. My little thing is soft most all the time. My boyfriend calls this a 'selling point'. I feel instant total submission at what I am and what I am doing for this man as soon as the second drip hits his out stretched palm. I look down at him, see him glare, leer up at me. I feel tears run onto my cheeks. As soon as the last of it is milked from my soft penis I hurry to my knees. I close my mouth around the puddle in his hand, trying to take it all into my mouth at once in one gulp. I hate doing this. Hate it. But I do it for my boyfriend and men like this man. I would never say 'no'. I start to lick his hand after I swallow the puddle of cum in my mouth. I start to sob gently. It's part of the 'show' but it's also very real. I feel it all.

He stands as the last of my mess is cleaned from his palm. I can see my lip gloss on the palm of his hand. I look up at him, tears in my eyes, as he pulls his hand away from my mouth. I feel him put his hand on the back of my head. He holds me firmly in place by the back of my neck. I feel the thick strap in his other hand come down fast and hard across my butt and my back for the first time. I cry out as a loud shapr 'CRACK!' sound echoes off the walls of my living room, the sound of leather against my naked butt. He hits me very hard. I wince, shake slightly. He raises the strap and brings it down across my butt again as he grips me by my neck tightly. Again. And again. I start to cry hard, start to shake as he paddles me. I whimper and cry. I look to the floor. I brace myself for it all. It will be over soon. All I can say to this man through my tears is 'please...please...'.

"Fucking whore. You deserve this. Dirty little bitch!"

He punctuates his words with slaps of the strap. He is rock hard and breathing heavily. His erect penis bounces in front of my face. I can feel his sexual excitement.

"I do, I do...please...please, daddy...I do...".

I start to sob, choke out my words through my flowing tears. My eyes closed tightly, I feel his erection at my mouth, the large head of his cock at my lips. I open my mouth and take him in. I start to suck and pump him, concentrate on masturbating him with my mouth as he whips me. I know not to pull my mouth off of him. I know better than that. I cry out as the belt comes down across my bare butt, cry out around his huge penis. I slightly gag as I do so, my begging muffled by his cock. 

And then he drops the belt to the floor. He takes my head in his hands. He holds me tightly as he starts to cum for the second time. I can taste my rear end on his cock the whole time he fucks my mouth, taste my salty tears mixed with it all. I swallow for him as the last of his cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow his final drips onto my tongue. I look up at him, makeup streaked down my face, my lips securely holding him in place. My tear filled eyes stare up at this man. He gently pets the side of my face.

"Bad, bad girl. But a good, good girl too. You really are a special one, princess. You are. So fucking pretty. That ass, that mouth. You are perfect."

I keep him in my mouth as he goes soft, as he talks to me. Finally he pulls away. He wipes his cock on the side of my face. I stay on my knees. I watch as he starts to dress. I gather myself. 

"You like, Daddy?"

"I don't like, princess, I love. I want to do this again, maybe once a week. You're very hot. You're boyfriend was 100% right."

He looks at me as he fastens and zips his pants, fastens his belt.

"I don't know if my butt can take that once a week. You hit hard. But I'll learn just for you. We can do that. I like you too, daddy. A lot. And I love how you fucked me. You could do that again right now if you like."

He smiled at me, leaned down and kissed my forehead. He petted the side of my face. 

"Next time."

I said nothing as he walked to my front door and let himself out.

After he was gone, after he left my house, after I am calm once again, I take the money he left on the side table by my couch. I took it upstairs and put it in the wall safe in my bedroom, separating the tip he left me from what my boyfriend charges to be with me, what it costs to abuse his little girl like this. 

I go back downstairs to the hall mirror and look at myself. I am not marked hardly at all, just red. Very, very red. The red will fade by days end. But it still stings deeply. It always does. It stings sharply and I feel it as I move. He is strong and he hit me hard. I am used to this type treatment. I have been trained well. It is not the first time I've been used like this. It's what my boyfriend has been grooming me for, being an S&M whore for a trusted few. He says it's on the very high end of what I do for him, it's the most exotic and lucrative of my little tricks. He introduced me to this a little over a year ago. The men I will serve like this know they can count on having a very receptive little 'whipping girl' to get their kinky sex thrills from. I am very good at what I do. And I know my boyfriend will take good care of me and not send anyone to me that is crazy brutal. I trust him. And I also know I will make my boyfriend a lot of money doing this for him. And with that he pays for the apartment and car he gave me, my generous allowance too. I know all of that. I have no illusions about what I am now and what I do for my lover...what I do for a living.

I look at myself in the mirror, see my panties bunched up and on the floor in the living room behind me next to the thick leather strap paddle. My makeup is smeared down my cheeks with tear streaks. I look a fright. My lip gloss is all over my chin and all around my lips. I am a total mess. I still taste his cum in my mouth. Mine too. I hate that taste. I hate that I lose my submissive 'edge' after I cum, hate that, hate that I don't like to eat my own cum. I feel shame, feel 'guilty', want to run as fast and as far away from being the sissy 'girl' I am just as soon as I cum for a brief period. I have to force myself to eat it! I hate that about myself. But it never lasts. I am right back into the submissive mind-set soon enough. But for a short period of time it hurts. But I never say 'no'. I NEVER say 'no'. It always comes back stronger than before with a vengeance. I am a submissive sissy whore and there is no running from that fact.

I look at myself in the mirror. I still feel his cum in my rear end, on my legs. I am 'marked' with him, both his paddle red marks and his cum. I see some of his cum on the side of my face. Heels, stockings, big blond hair, a totally femmed up little sissy girl whore looks back at me from the mirror, her little sissy penis soft and limp, all baby smooth all over to further underscore her sissy like place in the world. I am the girl in the mirror. I start to feel the stirring again, the submissive feeling that drives my world. I start to feel it strongly. I am addicted to being the girl in the mirror. She is waking up again. She always does. 

I reach down and rub myself. I feel the wet end of my penis as it starts to grow slightly. I want to masturbate. Badly. This is my time. This is my 'alone girl time'. No men allowed. After they leave, it's what I do for myself, not them. This is sex for me. This is MY sexual release, this is MY show. This is the only time I get fully erect, the only time my little baby penis stands straight up and hard. 

I feel my little penis jump to full erection. I run my finger over the wet end. I love this time. It's what I am most addicted to. I run my index finger over the precum on the wet hole of it, feel myself shudder. I start to sway in front of the mirror, feel myself start to go under the spell.

The phone rings in my kitchen. I come back to the world. I have to. It's him. I know it.

I hear my heels click on the tile in the hall as I move to answer it quickly, my tiny little erection bouncing in front or me as I walk. I know who it is. I know what he wants to know.

"Hello, Daddy."

It's him, my boyfriend. I hear him on the other end of the phone. I feel instantly ready for him. I want him.

"Did he have a good time?"

He is in his car. I can hear road noise as he talks to me.

"Yes, baby, you know he did. I made sure of that. I think he wants to marry me."

I laugh as I say that to him.

"I mean did he have a real good time, does he want to see you again?" 

He talks to me very straight forward, he 'interviews' me. 

"Yes, yes, yes. You know I would never let you down. He said he wanted to see me again, wants to see me regular. I'm sure he'll talk to you about that."

"Did he hurt you, leave marks?"

"Yes and no. I don't have any marks on me that will be here tomorrow but it hurt! He hits hard. It still hurts. And he fucks rough. But that's a good thing. You know what I like. He didn't even want me to play with him, just over the arm of the couch and in me almost as soon as he came in the door. He did have me take off his clothes for him but when I tried to put him in my mouth he just grabbed me by my arm and dragged me over the arm of the couch. He had me suck him eventually, after he whipped me. And he really whipped me!"

He laughed hard into the phone.

"You're not complaining are you? Is this all predictably boring for you already? Not being a bitchy little girl, are you?"

"No, Daddy, no. Just telling you what he's like. I know how to do this. I am very good at it. You know I am."

"Well, he's a new client and I don't want to lose him. You just do what you do best. Did he tip you?"

"Yes, one hundred over the four hundred he paid."

"Good. That's a good sign. I'm going to tell him that is a minimum to be expected. He has to treat my little girl right. And that man has the money to do that. I'd hate to have my little girl have to take a whipping for just the standard amount it costs to fuck her little butt. That makes two men that like that kinky shit. Actually three if you count me. But I don't do it for sex. I do it if you displease me, don't I? If you need to be reminded of what you are, right?"

He said that very seriously. It instantly made me think of my other kinky client. The one that likes me to dominate him, let him lick me through my panties and talk harsh to him with a riding crop in my hand. He is easy compared to my last visitor.

"Daddy, I never displease you. You know all I want to do is please you. Are you coming to see me? I can be pretty and ready for you in ten minutes. Please, I'd like that. I love being with you. I want you in my bed, very horny right now for you. You know how I get."

"No. I have things I have to do and I have another man I'm meeting with that is going to meet you. He's a photographer. We need to get some pictures of you. You're a super model and we need to show that off. You be a good girl. I'll see you sometime tomorrow afternoon. You have five strong regular clients now. Two with special tastes, you are fast becoming a very popular little item on the menu. I like that. I hope you do too, princess. That pleases me very much. And knowing you like I do it should please you very much too. You are the hottest little girl I've ever had. You keep it that way, baby! Don't think I don't want to see you now. I'm hard in my pants just talking with you. You know you're the one I love."

"You have no idea how hot you get me when you tell me that. I am wet for you, Daddy. I like pleasing you. That's what I like. I don't care about these other men. And you know I can't get enough of you and what you do to me. I'm yours, Daddy. You do know that. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. And you know that too. I'm hot now just saying that to you, don't care about any of these other men! I want to be with you."

"I like that. You keep it that way. I have to go. You're a good girl. You remember that. You really are."

I heard him hang up as I started to gush again, as I started to tell him I wanted him to fuck me so bad it hurt. I heard the phone click off on the other end of the line. I hung up the phone. I went back to the mirror and stared at myself. My little thing was sticking up straight and erect just thinking about that man! I could feel it throb. He makes me crazy just talking with him on the phone. I felt dizzy. 




The Perfect Age Ch. 07



I started to masturbate as I stared into the mirror. I thought about what I've become since being with this man. He is the most hypnotic and addictive lover, ever! I think only of him when he's not around. I don't care if he insists I see others. I trust him completely. If my mother knew that the man she 'fixed me up' with, the man that is our family dentist is now my pimp, and there is no other way to describe what he is, she'd probably be very upset. But it's too late for that now. I am his and he knows it. There is no going back. I don't want to anyway. All I can think about is wanting more!

I stood there playing with myself, masturbating slowly, methodically, staring at the girl in the mirror. I started to think about the man I would be seeing later that evening. The man that likes me in lace, likes me on his lap in ruffles and bows like a little girl. I felt the fire come over me, felt very hot suddenly, felt very sexy, very slutty knowing what I have become under my lover's guidance. I felt like I am what I am supposed to be. I love the girl in the mirror. I adore her.

I came onto the floor, didn't catch it in my hand. I didn't feel my submissive edge leave me completely. I felt powerful. I know it will fade in the future, my dirty girl mind set will fade momentarily from time to time after I cum in front of a man. It always does. But I know what I really am now. And that made me feel very sexy. I looked at the girl in the mirror, the whore, the slut, the bitch, the 'dirty girl', the girl that services men for money--the girl that drives men wild. She looked back at me. She smiled. She is cute, beautiful. And she is me.