And so there I was, posing for the camera in my gothic lolita outfit when Mommy walked in the door. I was high as a kite on prescription painkillers. It was my idea of a day off, to dope myself to the gills with oxycodone, dress like a nymphette, and call Mommy to ask her to come over to, "Take me where I've always wanted her to."
She stood in the doorway, shaking her head. "I always knew," she told me.
"You always have," I said with a smile. I approached her and pulled her into my arms for a kiss, not bothering to shut the door behind her. I grabbed her wrist and cupped her hand around my balls and shaved boy dick, snug in their panties. "It's been too long, Mommy. You're little boy wants to get fuucked."
Helping her into her harnass with my toy fastened too it, I could feel something had changed within me, though I didn't know what. Something, though, was forever different. I screamed when her cock entered me and knew what. "I love that, Mommy! I love getting fucked like a sissy! I'll be your little girl forever! My pussy feels so wet, so good." I ground my ass back against her, heedless of the pain of the ten inch dong inside me. "Fuck me good, Mommy. Fuck your little girl's sissy hole, her pussy. I bet you can't wait to see your baby get taken by a man. Gawd, Mommy. I want that so bad, to be your good, hot, girl. You can watch from the closet while a man fucks your sissy-boy, your little fucking faggot. Take my hole." We had started with me bent over the table, but slid to the floor eventually as Mommy pounded my ass. I began to rub and fondle my clit while she screwed my cunt at her leisure, bucking and squirming, but not cumming, not having permission. She sucked afterward and still I couldn't cum. After taking her upstairs to my bed to nap, I sat down and wrote this.