A Schoolgirl Story

by Jessica Swift

 

Weeks passed quicker than they ever had before in Wendy's experience and, before she knew it, spring was upon them. The dark green pines of the evergreen forests around the campus were joined by all manner of colourful flowers and grey skies made way for blue as the girls took the advantage of the improved weather to spend more time out on the grass of the school's verdant campus. For Wendy, however, the previous weeks had been spent more in her room than any others in her life before. All their free time was spent together, exploring their passion for one another, exploring each other's bodies, letting their love grow as their knowledge and experience of each other grew.

Indeed, it seemed that their friends had become a little worried about how little Danielle and her were ever seen. So, Danielle had taken them aside and explained that she and Wendy were lovers, keeping back one crucial piece of information that Wendy didn't want anyone else to learn, her true identity. The other girls seemed to take the news pretty well, Wendy remembered now that Danielle had told her that was why they were all friends, she had stuck together with all the school's other lesbians and bisexuals, people like them. Indeed it didn't come as too much of a surprise to the other girls to learn of Wendy and Danielle's relationship, just as it eventually came as no great shock to Wendy to learn that the girls in the next room, Michelle and Jacqui, were also a couple.

As for Chris, he hadn't really been seen too much since Danielle and Wendy left him on the floor of the principal's office having cum up Principal Stanton's ass. In the weeks that had followed, Wendy had tried calling him many times but had got no answer and was now wondering whether all this strange new experience had become too much for him too fast. Certainly, she felt things had gone so fast and new and unexpected these last months, she could kind of understand if he had wanted to just get away from it all and just have a normal life with a normal girlfriend who's pussy he could fuck without worrying about ending up in any situations where he'd instead find himself fucking her principal's ass.

That was what he seemed to have found the one time that Wendy did see him. For once, Danielle and Wendy had ventured out of their room and had gone into River Falls with the other girls. It was a small town with not a lot for young people to do, so normally you would be sure to run into quite a few people you knew. That was what Wendy had been counting on, with Chris not returning her calls, the only way to talk to him would be to meet him by chance. Sure enough, Wendy saw him walking down Main Street, having just come out of a clothes shop, he was looking the other way so hadn't noticed her and her friends. She was about to go up to him when she saw that he wasn't alone. Coming out of the store just behind him was a girl of Wendy's age, tall, athletic, tanned and blonde, she was absolutely gorgeous and it made Wendy sink into herself in conflicting emotions of anger, jealousy but mostly she just felt upset and annoyed at herself. Any lingering doubts she could have over this girl's identity were destroyed as Chris took her in his arms and gave her a kiss on the lips, a kiss that used to be reserved for Wendy's lips.

Danielle took her by the arm and steered her the other way down Main Street, knowing that Wendy would not want Chris to notice her, would not want him to see how effected she was by it. At least Wendy could feel that Danielle would be happy to have her all to herself and this in turn made Wendy feel better, she knew that eventually she would have to choose between her two so different loves and now Chris had made the choice for her. As she thought about it, she felt more and more glad that Chris had moved on from her, and he and his new girlfriend certainly made a very attractive couple.

"At least he's got away from being in such a confusing relationship," Wendy told Danielle, "I don't blame him for just wanting simply a beautiful girl without any complications."

Danielle smiled at her and let out a little laugh, "I don't think this is wholly without complications," she said, "Didn't you know who that girl was?" Wendy shook her head, "That's Jennifer Stanton, the principal's daughter!"

Well, thought Wendy, maybe Chris' love life isn't going to be totally free of the unusual after all.

And as for Principal Stanton himself? Well, after that special time when Wendy and Danielle came to his office, Wendy didn't have any more trouble from him, in fact she barely saw him at all for the weeks leading up to spring break, apart from briefly on the final day before leaving.

On the final day of school, Wendy and Danielle stood in their room, surrounded by boxes of all their posessions. The room looked barer and smaller now than it ever had before. It was still light outside but the day was over. Many of the girls had already left. Jacqui and Michelle had just emptied the room next to them so Wendy and Danielle felt totally alone. Soon, Danielle's parents would come to take her back across the country. It would be pretty hard for Wendy to see her roommate-lover over the next few weeks with them so far apart, one still in California and the other in New Jersey. Both girls felt at a loss for what to do as they waited in the emptying dorm, neither of them really felt like doing what they'd used these beds for so many times over the past week, they weren't really in the mood. So, they decided to take a walk across campus.

Not really following where they were going, Wendy and Danielle soon found themselves, as if drawn there by all their previous experiences, beside the block where the principal's office was. They looked into each other's eyes, hesitating.

"Let's go in," Danielle said, finally decisive, "We should see how he's doing, make sure he keeps to his promise."

Angela, the secretary wasn't in the outer office so, with a shrug, Danielle just went straight on through, and Wendy followed her. Opening the door just a tiny bit, they could hear voices, so both girls pressed their faces to the gap in the door to watch what was going on inside.

"That's a good little slut," came one of the voices, "You like that don't you? You like my big, fat cock in your ass."

"Yes, YES, I love it," came the response, "Fuck my ass, fuck it harder! I love being your slut. Fuck me like a cock loving whore!"

Readjusting to seeing through the crack in the door, Wendy could now see who the two figures were, no wonder Angela wasn't at her usual post outside the office. She was in here with Principal Stanton, only it wasn't Angela who was begging her boss to use her like a whore, things were quite the reverse of what you might expect (or maybe not if you've been following the story). Principal Stanton was bent over his own desk, spreadeagled in a star shape with his hands cuffed to the legs of the desk on one side, and his legs wide open on the other with his ass bare and exposed. Behind him stood Angela, her blonde hair released from its tight bun, dressed in just dark blue lingerie and black shear stockings, except for a huge, thick strap-on with which she was drilling into Principal Stanton's ass, causing him to moan and shout with pleasure, begging her to use him harder and harder, as he pushed his hard cock against the wood of the desk. Wendy smiled to think of a time when it was her in that position, bent over the desk with a cock in her ass. In a way, she was pleased to know that her principal had found someone to cater for his kinky fantasies, and if he ever wanted a real cock, well he had developed a pretty good relationship with his daughter's new boyfriend.

Danielle pulled Wendy back from the door and then opened it wide and strode in with Wendy behind her. Principal Stanton looked up with surprise and embarrassment from his position handcuffed to his desk. Angela, who continued fucking his ass with her prosthetic cock appeared pleased by the intrusion and a little turned on by it all.

"We came to warn you to remember to keep your promise to Wendy," Danielle said, "But this is only marginally less morally dubious than what you were doing before."

"You know you really should learn to lock this door," said Wendy, stifling a giggle.

"Or at least fire your secretary," Danielle continued with a grin at Angela, "Isn't she supposed to keep people like us out when you're busy." They watched Principal Stanton squirm a little in discomfort at the situation, made all the more so by his continued arousal at Angela's ass fucking, before Danielle turned her back and said, "That's all we came for," before the two girls hurried from the room in fits of giggles.

That, it turned out, was the last thing Danielle and Wendy could do together before they parted as on leaving that block and walking back towards their dorm, they passed the school's heavy iron gates and the expensive new Porsche of Felicity Sheen, Wendy's mom. Wendy never thought that she'd see the day when she'd be regretful to be reunited with her mother but here at Firwood, she'd found someone just as beautiful and caring and it pained her to leave her behind.

There was a tear in her eye as, about a half hour later with all her things packed into the small trunk of the Porsche, Wendy prepared to say goodbye to her room-mate, her best friend, her lover. As her mom stepped back to allow them a little space, Wendy pulled Danielle into a hug, pushing her beautiful friend's soft body into hers as if hoping to keep an impression of Danielle to hold onto for the weeks apart. She pressed her lips to Danielle in a long, slow kiss that, if her mom was watching, looked like far more than just a goodbye between good friends.

And then that was it, they weren't going to see each other until it would almost be summer. Wendy turned and looked back as the car pulled away and the greatest friend she'd ever had became smaller and smaller and she began to think about what on earth she was going to do during Spring Break in River Falls.

"There's no need to be Wendy while you're at home," her mom was saying, "Now's your chance to go back to being Jason again."

Was that what she wanted?

***

Back at home, Wendy hurried up to her room, or what was once his room when she had been Jason, she'd missed her home more than she noticed while she was away at Firwood. Nothing had really changed, it was still the same boring, bare, masculine room she had left behind, feeling strangely bereft of something in a room all of her own, with Danielle nowhere to be seen. She opened her wardrobe and found it filled with all Jason's casual, masculine clothes. An outfit was laid out on the bed, boxer shorts, jeans and a shirt. Wendy looked at it unsurely.

"I've put out some clean clothes for you Jason," came her mother's call from downstairs, "If you want to change."

Do I want to change? Wendy thought, I already changed so much to become Wendy, do I want to lose all that and change back? She knew that she had been much happier these past months than she ever had been in her previous life as Jason, she knew that returning to being Jason would mean giving up all that she had gained over that time, including Danielle. Yes, Wendy was well aware of the reaction that her lesbian lover would have to her masculine self. Not to mention the issues she would have now she liked boys too, straight boys. Still, she was also self aware enough to realise that becoming Wendy permanently was a pretty big step, and one that some people would find pretty weird. It was one thing to dress as a girl for a while, just for a bit of fun or whatever, but it was a completely different one to decide she wanted to become a girl forever. This whole mess would need some thinking over. Besides, another thought struck her. There was one person who's opinion and who's love she valued even above Danielle, her mother. Felicity Sheen was an open minded, caring kind of woman but Wendy worried that even she might have trouble accepting the new her, as any mother might when their beloved only child turned out to be so very different from what she thought.

With all these thoughts flowing through her head, Wendy began to think that maybe it might be a good idea to change back, to become Jason once more during Spring Break. If she really did care so much about being Wendy for the rest of her life than she should be absolutely certain that she wanted it, certain that she never wanted to look in the mirror again and see Jason looking back at her. She had to return to being Jason to see if it really was that intolerable. If she found herself totally uncomfortable and out of place then she would know that it really was being Wendy that had made her happier and not just her new life, new friends, new loves. She had to be sure.

So, with that decision made, Wendy knew that she had to strip away everything about her that was Wendy and return to her old ways. She began to strip from her Firwood school uniform, normally an act that she found quite erotically charged whatever the reason for it. Now, however, each item that she shed she felt a twinge of regret. Finally, as she roled the white stockings down her smooth legs, she felt a tear run down her cheek at the feelings she was giving up. Her blonde hair was relatively long and feminine now, she couldn't do much about that. Still, with her make-up wiped off, the style didn't look quite so girlish. And with his masculine jeans and shirt, Jason once more took on the appearance of a shy, nerdy boy. Looking at the refelction, Wendy struggled to see any of herself, the fun, affectionate girl, but all she saw was a dull, shy guy. The clothes, once so casual and comfortable, now felt awkward and comfort free. Jason longed for his legs to be free in a skirt and his cock to be inside sensual silk panties. His chest felt oddly bereft without the weight of his breasts. Still, however uncomfortable and unusual he felt, Jason had promised to himself that he would give this a try, and so he would.

"You look nice," said Jason's mother when he joined her downstairs for dinner, dressed in his casual, male clothes, "Does it feel better to be you again?"

Jason nodded, but a voice inside him wanted to cry out "This isn't me, this is the dressing up, Wendy is the real me", but he knew he couldn't disappoint her. If she wanted him to be Jason, then he could at least try it. However, as they sat down to dinner together, Jason couldn't keep his mind on maintaining his masculinity, all the time he found himself staring at his mother's pretty, little dress and wishing that he was wearing it, staring at her gorgeous, curvaceous, feminine body and wishing it was his, wishing he had been born her pretty daughter instead of himself. Every time he discovered these thoughts running through his head, he tried to banish them but they kept creeping back. On top of this, Jason began to find that he couldn't maintain his masculine mannerisms at all. He had become so comfortable as Wendy that her way of behaving now seemed the natural way to him. He sat down at the table with his legs crossed in a demure girlish way and his hands in his lap, it wasn't an at all masculine way of sitting. It was the same with his gestures and movements, all light and flirty and girlish, not right for Jason. Every so often during the conversation, he even found his normal voice breaking into the more high pitched tones he had become accustomed to using as Wendy.

It didn't get any easier, being Jason again, over the next week. He tried his hardest, but whatever he did, Wendy seemed to keep fighting to get out. He couldn't walk, talk or do anything without something of her coming out in his manner. Every time he saw a sexy woman, where once he would have looked on with lust and desire for her, now he felt only envy and a desire to be her, to have her sexy body and wear her sexy clothes. Living with a mother like Jason's didn't help either. Had Felicity been a respectable, frumpy kind of mother than maybe Jason might have got through his days without the angony of being constantly reminded of how great it is to be a sexy woman. As it was, Felicity wore tiny short skirts and cleavage exposing tops around the house, such tight, revealing clothing inevitably gave Jason the occassional glimpse of his mother's underwear, sexy lace lingerie that Jason would have given anything right then to wear.

In the end, Jason lasted little more than a week of his old, masculine clothing before he felt that he couldn't take it any longer. Since he had returned to being Jason, his mother had taken his Firwood school uniform and girly underwear back and put them in her closet, now Jason knew that he had to at least see and feel them or else he didn't know what he might do. So, one day when his mother was out for the day, Jason sneaked into her bedroom. He couldn't find Wendy's uniform anywhere, but the room was full of his mother's sexy feminine clothing so he wasn't too bothered about that. Opening her lingerie draw was like opening a treasure chest of styles and colours. Wendy had only ever worn rather plain white underwear with her uniform and so to Jason the sight of all this lingerie was thrilling to say the least. He now knew what he could do to make himself feel better, more like feminine Wendy. He took a particularly girlish pair of his mother's panties, they were pink with red lace and a little bow, and decided to put them on. Jason hurried back to his room, dropped his jeans and threw out his manly boxers, from now on it was just going to be pretty pink panties. As he slid his mother's panties up his legs and over his crotch, Jason let out a sigh of relief and pleasure, this was what was right, this was the way he should feel, instantly he was more comfortable in himself now there was that little bit of Wendy back again.

For a few days, this panty wearing made Jason feel a little better, a little more relaxed and comfortable, apart from one embarrassing incident in which his mother was searching for a favourite pair of panties and asked Jason if he'd seen a pink pair with a little bow. Jason flushed red with embarrassment and just managed to stutter out that he hadn't, even though at that very moment he was wearing them. Anyway, after a few days, Jason once more began to feel uncomfortably manly and felt the only solution was once more to make himself more girlish, more like Wendy. So, once more he sneaked into his mother's room and this time rifled through her lingerie until he found a pretty pink bra that matched the panties he already wore. This time he hadn't been quite so careful about how long his mother was out for, he was too desperate to feel the lingerie against his skin. He didn't take the bra back to his own room but stripped down to his panties right there and then and put it on. Admiring himself in the mirror, Jason felt a warm glow of satisfaction as he could see Wendy almost rematerialising in the reflection.

He was a little too caught up in all this to notice the sounds of his mother climbing the stairs until it was too late. He quickly tried to put his ordinary male clothes over her lingerie but she was opening the door and in a second she was in the bedroom looking at her son in her pretty pink panties.

"So that's where those panties went," she said with a giggle, as Jason blushed in Wendy's girlish way, "If you wanted to be Wendy that much why didn't you just say?"

"You're not mad?" Jason questioned nervously.

"Of course not," his mother replied in reassuring and affectionate tones as she came over and gave him a hug, "I'll love you whatever and whoever you choose to be," she said seriously staring into his eyes, "Just remember that." There was a pause as this serious moment passed between them, then she gave a little flighty laugh, instantly lightening the mood. "Don't forget that it was me that made you Wendy in the first place, this is just what I wanted, everything I hoped for. I always wanted a daughter." She gave a big smile and kissed him affectionately on both cheeks, before looking serious once more, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"More than anything in the world," Jason (or should that be Wendy?) replied in his girlish voice.

His mother gave another beaming white smile, "Great," she said, "Then we should go out and celebrate. I got you a present for just in case you did choose this way," she took out from the bottom of her closet a box with a thick purple ribbon round it and a bow.

Jason eagerly tore off the ribbon and opened the box, inside it was a beautiful long evening dress, a shade of blue so dark that it was almost black and sparkling silver as it turned in the light. It was just the kind of elegant femininity that Jason so desired and he was thrilled to see that not only was his mother ok with it but helped him achieve it.

Felicity took out another box from the closet and presented it to Jason, "And with a dress like that, you can't be wearing such plain underwear as you have so far, you need this." Jason opened the box to discover the most exquisite blue lingerie. "I'll leave you to try this all on while I go book a restaurant for tonight," his mother said.

Left alone, Jason tried to take stock of what had happened. Everything had happened so quickly, this morning he was concentrating on being back to being Jason but now he was getting the chance to become Wendy, and this time he knew it would be for always. For a few minutes he just stared at the gorgeous clothes in his hands, afraid to put them on, now a little nervous about this transformation. Finally, he stripped from his mother's pink lingerie and took the new stuff from its box. There was a dark blue bra with intricate lace patterns, padded to make it look like he had an impressive c-cup chest, along with matching panties and a garter belt to hold up a pair of black lace stockings, it was much more luxurious and sexy than he was used to and even looking at it made his cock twitch in anticipation in such a way that hadn't happened since he left Danielle behind.

Putting on the bra and panties made him feel gloriously feminine again, and the padding in the bra returned the womanly curves he had grown used to as Wendy. The lingerie looked great on him and, as rolled the stockings up his smooth legs and attached them to his garter, he felt the same electric thrill as he had the first time he had dressed as Wendy. This underwear was far sexier than anything he'd worn before and as he became accustomed to it, he could feel all the sensual feelings of being Wendy and having her sexual adventures flooding back through him, making his cock stiff, causing a little bulge in his panties. Next, he slipped into the sparkling blue dress, it was tight but it fit absolutely perfectly, enhancing every curve of his feminine body, pushing his false breasts up, the long skirt reaching down to his ankles and showing the length of his legs. The striking image was enhanced with a pair of strappy six inch heeled blue sandals. Looking in the mirror, Jason gave a little smile, Wendy was back. Sure, her make-up wasn't on and her hair was unstyled but it was definitely her, a hot, sexy, confident young woman, even looking like this she would draw the admiring and lustful gaze of many a man and nobody would think for a second what she really was.

"Wow, honey, you look sexier than ever."

Her mother was standing in the doorway, also dressed up and ready to go out. Where Wendy's outfit was a picture of feminine elegance, Felicity had opted for something a little more sexual and revealing. She was wearing a little black dress that was so little it barely covered any of her. It was very low cut around her breasts exposing her magnificent cleavage and very high in the skirt which swished around her thighs. Her sexy, long legs were covered in the same black lace stockings as Wendy's only on her mother they were far more visible, the skirt was so short that if her mother bent over slightly then Wendy could see her stocking tops. It was the most beautiful, sensual and arousing look she'd ever seen from her mother and she found her cock springing to attention. Felicity looked at the little bulge in the otherwise elegant shape of her daughter's dress and gave a little smile, a smile that couldn't fail to remind Wendy of the first time her mother had helped her dress up and the way she had got rid of the bulge that time.

"Not now Wendy, leave it for later," she said as if reading her daughter's mind, "We've got to finish getting you ready."

As Wendy tried to think about other things in order to repress her desires, Felicity sat Wendy in front of a mirror and helped sort out her hair and make-up to make her just that little bit more feminine and sexy. Wendy's shoulder length blonde hair she teased into elegant waves like her own with a curling iron, it was a style that straight haired Wendy had never seen on herself and it suited perfectly the elegance of the sparkling blue dress. With her hair done, Felicity went on to give Wendy dramatic make-up like she'd never had before with glittery blue eyeshadow to match her dress.

Dinner was at River Falls' one and only luxury restaurant. Wendy and her mother certainly turned a few heads when they walked in together, the one all class and elegance, the other hot and slutty. There was no shortage of young male waiters rushing to take their orders and help them with whatever they desired. It was a perfect evening, the food was exquisite and the setting delightful. Over dinner, Wendy and her mother discussed all of the hopes and desires that she had for her life now she was going to remain a woman for good. Wendy couldn't have been happier to be here, looking and feeling great, celebrating her womanhood with the person who made it all possible, with the person who loved and cared for her so much. All through dinner though one thought played on Wendy's mind, her mother's words of earlier on - "leave it for later" - she couldn't help but play those words back in her mind along with the image of last time, when she had been in her schoolgirl uniform, and her mother had got down on her knees and sucked off her hard cock, her first night as Wendy and her first sexual experience. She couldn't help but get excited at the thought that it could happen again, tonight.

Such imaginings weren't exactly helped by looking at her mother in her revealing dress. Whenever Felicity bent towards Wendy, Wendy could see right down her dress to the curve of her breasts. Wendy could tell that her mother wasn't wearing a bra under the tight black dress and that made her even more excited. Meanwhile, beneath the table, Wendy could feel every so often her mother's legs rubbing against hers, their silk stockings brushing across each other. Each time this happened, Felicity continued as if nothing had happened, but Wendy felt herself shiver with anticipation and her cock grow a little hard once more.

At the end of the meal, such contact had made sure that there was a noticeable bulge once more in the feminine line of the beautiful blue dress. As they walked back to the car, Wendy tried her best to hide her arousal and what it revealed about her, although she could sense that her mother knew about it already. Still, she managed to conceal it from the other people in the restaurant, except for as she was about to step out of the door, she accidentally bumped into their waiter, a cute guy in his early twenties who had been clearly ogling her and her mother all evening. As the waiter blushed, he looked once more at Wendy, running his eyes down her body, mentally undressing her, and that's when he noticed. When they bumped into each other, Wendy had let her hands slip from where they were covering her arousal. So now, as the waiter looked her over, he saw her cock clearly outlined on her dress. His mouth dropped open in shock and he hurried away from them but not before Wendy and her mother saw that he too was clearly trying to hide where his own cock betrayed how he really felt about the beautiful crossdresser leaving his restaurant. As the waiter hurried towards the restaurant's restrooms, Felicity leaned over and whispered to her daughter, "How does it feel, the thought that he's back there, jerking off over the thought of you. My daughter's that sexy," she smiled at Wendy.

And it did feel great to her, the thought that she could inspire that in men, the thought of the cute waiter in the restroom, leaning back, stroking his cock while he thought of her. The thought was turning her on and, as they got in the car, it was now impossible to hide the outline of her hard cock beneath the feminine dress. Her mother gave her a significant look as they drove home, one that started looking directly into her eyes and ran down to the hard bulge in her dress, she knew what was going through Wendy's mind.

As soon as they were inside the house and the door closed behind them, Felicity pulled her daughter into a kiss. And this wasn't any ordinary mother-daughter kiss either. This was a passionate lovers' kiss, this was the kind of bodies and breasts pressed together, tongues entwined, arousing kiss that Wendy shared with Danielle. Getting this kind of kiss from her sexy mother caused Wendy's cock to grow even stiffer as she pressed her groin against Felicity's. Finally breaking from the kiss, a grin broke out on Felicity's face almost as wide as the one Wendy could feel on hers.

"I've been wanting to do that all evening," Wendy's mother grinned, "And it seems like you have too," she said directing her gaze towards Wendy's huge erection.

Felicity reached her hand down and grabbed her daughter's hard cock. Wendy groaned and almost creamed in her expensive new panties right there, but instead allowed her mother to lead her into the bedroom. Once inside the room, Felicity wrapped her arms around her daughter once more and locked their lips in another hot, wet kiss. This time, however, she continued the kiss down across Wendy's neck and over her chest. Meanwhile, her hands had not been idle and, as her lips and tongue devoted themselves to her daughter's chest, she was hitching up the long skirt of Wendy's sparkling blue dress. Wendy could feel her mother's hands straying across her stockinged legs and thighs and up towards where her cock strained against it's lacy prison. Finally, Felicity pulled the dark blue panties aside and freed her daughter's throbbing hard cock.

Having achieved this she dropped to her knees, just as she had that first evening with Wendy dressed as a schoolgirl. She opened her mouth and slipped her daughter's cock between her lips and began to bob back and forth on it. Wendy was in heaven, she had had her cock sucked by various people at Firwood but none had the skill and expertise that her mother devoted to it. She slipped her arms out of the blue dress and let it fall about her midriff so she was just in the padded bra. She reached her hands beneath the bra and began to tweak her nipples, imagining she was playing with full round breasts like her mothers. All this stimulation plus the thoughts and images running through her mind all evening didn't give Wendy much of a chance and before too long she was screaming out.

"Mom, I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming, MOM, I'M CUMMING!"

Her warm, salty cum came shooting out down her mother's throat. After a couple of spurts, Felicity let her daughter's cock slip from her mouth and Wendy shot her juices across her mother's face and chest. Finally, with Wendy's orgasm over, her mother stood up and gave her a sloppy wet kiss, covering her in her own cum, Wendy could taste it on her mother's lips and it began to turn her on even more.

Felicity stepped back and undid the halterneck strap on her little black dress, letting it fall to the floor. Sure enough, as Wendy had noticed earlier, she wasn't wearing a bra, so her magnificent tits were exposed to the world, large round balls with erect little nipples. Wendy stared at her mother's breasts with a mixture of desire and envy. But that wasn't all, Felicity was now dressed in just stockings and a black lace thong which she began to take down, bending over as she did so. As she stood up, Wendy got the shock of her life. She expected to be confronted with her mother's tight, wet pussy. Instead, strapped down to her thigh, was a cock at least as long and thick as Wendy's own. Felicity wasn't her mother at all, she was her father!

"I'm surprised you haven't worked it out already," her mother (or whoever she was) said to her, noticing her look of openmouthed shock, "Why do you think I was so keen on making you into a woman? I wanted to show you all the delights that I got from the transformation, how great it made me feel. And now that you've chosen to remain like this, I couldn't be happier. And, as your reward, now you can get to know the real me, know me as well as you could ever wish for."

Once she'd got over the shock of discovering her mother had a cock like hers, Wendy was thrilled by the discovery, she and her mother had always been close and she was delighted to learn how truly similar they are. Not just that but, given she loved both beautiful feminine women and sucking on a hard cock, it was sexually thrilling to find she could have both with her own mother. Eagerly, she dropped to her knees and unstrapped her mother's cock. It sprung free, erect, a few inches from her pink lips, it was of a perfect length and thickness for Wendy's mouth. She looked up into her mother's eyes and smiled gratefully at her before opening her mouth and letting her tongue flick across the sensitive head of her mother's cock. She began to stroke her hand along the shaft as her lips opened to let it inside her warm mouth. Gradually, she took more and more of her mother's cock inside her mouth until her nose was brushing against the blonde tuft of pubic hair and the head of Felicity's cock was at the back of her throat, her tongue wrapped around the throbbing warmth. She then let the cock slide back through her painted lips, leaving a smudge of her lipstick. Slowly, teasingly, at first but with ever increasing pace, she bobbed her head back and forth on her mother's cock as Felicity held her nipple to her lips and began to suck on it, stifling her moans of pleasure.

"Fuck Wendy, you give great head," her mother groaned, "I wish I'd been that good a cocksucker at your age. Hell, I wish I was that good now."

As she continued to suck on her mother's cock, Wendy noticed that her own, still hanging out of her blue panties, had grown hard from the thrills of this transgender incest. With one hand still playing with Felicity's balls, she reached down and began jerking herself off. But as soon as she noticed this, Felicity stopped her instantly.

"There's no need for you to go pleasuring yourself Wendy," she said, "That's what I'm here for. Lie back on the bed."

Wendy did as her mother asked, lying back on the double bed, stretching out in her blue bra and panties, her sparkling dress still hanging over her. She opened her stockinged legs a little as her mother mounted on top of her, facing the other way so she lowered her cock into her daughter's mouth in a 69 position. As Wendy found her mother's cock once more between her lips and her mother's thighs on either side of her head, she felt a tingle as Felicity too placed her lips around Wendy's cock so that every time she moved her lips and tongue over her mother's cock, her mother did the same to her. The joy of sucking on a warm hard cock was made even better by the sensation of her mother's warm tongue licking along her own member. Her body tensed up as she felt her second orgasm of the evening couldn't be too far off. She felt a flush of disappointment when that impending orgasm was ruined as her mother got off her. That was until Felicity looked into her eyes and purred suggestively.

"How would you like to fuck mommy's ass?" she asked, as Wendy's eyes widened at the thought, "It's been a while since I've had a good hard cock inside me."

Without even waiting for Wendy to answer, she positioned herself astride Wendy's legs with her ass above where Wendy's cock pointed straight up in the air. Slowly and with a long moan, Felicity lowered her tight ass hole onto Wendy's trembling cock until eventually the whole of her daughter's hardness was deep inside her. As Wendy was still trying to get a grip on the situation, her mother began to ride her hard cock, thrusting it in and out of her tight ass as her large breasts shook in her hands. The tight warmth of her mother's ass around her cock was a real turn on for Wendy, as it seemed to be for Felicity who had thrown back her head, her eyes were closed and her moans were gradually becoming screams. Knowing that she was close to climax, Wendy reached her hand out for her mother's hard cock and began to stroke it in time with Felicity riding her, attempting to make her mother's climax match her own.

Sure enough, a few strokes of Wendy's hand were enough to make her mother blow her load, shooting masses of warm, sticky cum across her daughter's chest, some of it even making it to Wendy's face, licking around her lips, Wendy tasted the delightful taste of her mother's juices for the first time as Felicity continued to screamingly soak her in them. This was enough for Wendy and she felt her own cock explode, filling her mother's ass with cum.

Finally, with both of them well and truly spent, Felicity slid her sticky ass off Wendy's now soft cock and collapsed beside her on the bed. She leant over and kissed Wendy on the lips, tasting her own cum as she did it. Wendy, meanwhile, looked down at her body stretched out before her. Her soft body was soaked and sticky with the combined cum of both her and her mother, her pretty dress was probably ruined there were so many stains on it. She felt exhausted but filled with a warm glow of happiness she had never known as Jason. It was her first night of being a fully fledged woman, of knowing she would never change back, and she had experienced some of the best sex she'd ever had. Just imagining what more all those years of womanhood that stretched out before her had to offer given this first night gave her a brilliant sense of pleasurable contentment. She turned to look at her mother and smiled gratefully for all she'd done for her.

Smiling back, Felicity said to her, "You know, we should invite your friend Danielle to stay some time. I'm sure she'll find plenty to do here."

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