0 comments/ 91546 views/ 4 favorites Weekend Warriors By: DAMND ONE (A very big thank you to "Curious2c" for editing this story, and rendering his valued advice.) Up until a few years ago I thought that a weekend warrior was someone in the National Guard. Boy was I wrong! Up until that time I had also thought that the feelings I had been having were hormonal or something. That was until Sammy came into our lives. My mom was a nurse working in a local hospital. She was in her late thirties, but the way she kept her body she looked like a twenty-year old. She had a pretty big set of breasts, and she worked out enough to keep her butt real tight. She was also something of an exhibitionist too! Her friends at the hospital where she worked were also exhibitionists! She had me when she was real young, and my 'father' hadn't stuck around very long before he took off for parts unknown. It had been mom and I together against the world since that time. Sammy was the new hospital administrator. Him and his wife had moved up here from southern Florida when the company that took-over our hospital made him the new administrator. His wife Mindy was his assistant, and they were both very friendly towards us. After a while, Sammy started to take a strong interest in my mom and her friends. I found out that my mom was far more than a flirt, and that Sammy and Mindy were far more than hospital administrator's! Several months, after they had taken over operations of the hospital, I noticed that mom was spending more and more time out late on weekends. Eventually, mom was staying the whole weekend over at Sammy and Mindy's! Then I started to see changes in mom and her friends. Physically and emotionally they changed over time. Whenever Julie, Donna, or Sylvia, would come over I would notice similar changes. Their boobs were getting bigger (overnight it seemed) and their butts had gained size in all of the right places! Then one day, I saw that they all had tattoo's! Even my mom had several tattoos! In addition to tattoo's, there were the piercings! Mom and her friends all had similar tats and piercings! My whole world changed on the day that I discovered what all had been happening! I came home from school that Friday and when I got home I didn't see mom right away. I called out to her and she answered back, sounding winded! "I'm in the cellar honey!" When I walked into the cellar, I was stunned at what I saw! My mom, Donna, naked, on the floor with a great big, naked, black man who was doing them both right there on the floor! Not only that, but Sammy and Mindy were there and they were filming everything! Sammy stood behind his video camera zooming in on the huge black cock ramming in and out of my mother! His cock was in my mom's ASS! Mom had her face buried in Donna's ass and her hands were spreading Donna's ass cheeks way out! I just stood there, stunned and unbelieving! The man fucking my mom's ass was pumping away paying no attention to me! Mom was obviously tonguing Donna's asshole, and seemed to be enjoying it! Mindy walked up to me and put her arm around my shoulders. "You mom wanted to tell you this way, sweetie!" "She thought that it would be better if she showed you rather than told you!" "What does she have to tell me, or show me?" "That she likes this guy and Donna or what?" From the outside it looked just like another beat up delivery van. What it hid very well was the fact that it was a 'dressing room' on wheels! As I stood there by the back of it, I watched my mom getting into it. Sylvia, Donna, and Julie were already inside! Sammy hustled me to his side as Mindy handed each of the ladies in the van a small box, even my mom! Mindy was wearing a very short drivers skirt and white blouse, black jacket, and the chauffeurs hat that a professional driver would wear, but Mindy looked so hot, that, well it made me wet! "Your uniforms for the night ladies!" She smilingly announced. "Put these on, while Davie drives you to your corner." "Put your street clothes in the box, you will no longer be needing them!" "When you are brought back Monday morning, you will be wearing these!" Each lady took a box and then, as the back door closed, I saw that my mom's eyes were so wide! My mind was going wild! Sammy took my hand and led me to the limo. We got in back as Mindy slid into the drivers seat. We followed the van. Sammy looked at me and I looked back at him, wide-eyed! "You know that your mom is a terrific whore!" "She gives the best head I have ever had!" "What do you think Mindy?" "Gloria, your mom is the best slut I have ever had the pleasure to train!" "When she did me I almost came for an hour!" Looking into the mirror as she drove, she winked at me and grinned! "I can't wait to get you into the stable!" I looked down at the floor of the limo. "Whore!" "SLUT!" "STABLE!" The words were reverberating around in my mind! I'm only fifteen, I thought. Sammy doesn't take anyone under the age of eighteen! As if reading my mind, Sammy comforted me. "Don't worry girl; I'll still be around, and so will Mindy!" We drove for about an hour. I wondered what was going on in that van. What was my mom doing? What was she thinking? All the way my mind was going a thousand mile an hour! Sammy was rubbing my back and occasionally my ass! We pulled into the city, in the 'black' section. Sammy told me that the money was here. That black men and women preferred white skin! A few more minutes and the van pulled over to the curb. Mindy pulled up behind it. My eyes must have fell out of my head when my mom jumped out! She was wearing a very short bustier, her tit's almost flooding out! In fact I thought that I saw the brownness of her nipples peeking out of the top! The jogging shorts she had on were about two sizes too small for her and they were stretched very thin! The center seam running up her ass was pulled in, dividing her cheeks like two separate globes! The cheeks of her ass were clearly visible since the bottoms of the shorts didn't cover them at all! The fabric, being stretched so tight, couldn't hide her tattoos! They clearly showed through them! I found out that each tattoo depicted the 'acts' that she would do! I wondered about a couple of them, but soon I would know everything! Here was my mom and her coworkers. Standing out on the street in the black section of town, dressed up like hookers! Real sexy looking hookers! Just to think that my mom, an educated professional nurse, now another type of 'professional'! A professional whore! Bisexual, oral, anal, water sports, scat, and even animals! What my mom had been hiding for all of these years! They were bouncing and jiggling all over as they were walking around the back of the van, in the street. Baring everything they had, hiding almost nothing. What little dress they had was to keep them from being arrested for indecent exposure! Julie, who was married, was wearing a very micro mini tube skirt! I don't think that she had any panties on either! Sylvia was dressed in a leather bra top, leather boots, short leather 'hot pants' and stiletto heeled granny boots! Donna was wearing a pair of severely cut of jeans, the pockets had been removed, and they were cut up to the waistband on the sides, showing that she also had no underwear on! Her top was a bustier, a lot like my moms! It wasn't long before the 'clients' arrived. Mom was approached first and after a little banter, she got into the car that had pulled up. Sammy had Mindy follow them; they only went a few blocks, behind a garage. Sammy took me over there, and standing just a few feet away, I watched it all! They talked a few seconds then my mom got up a little and the man slid under her. She sat down quite carefully, obviously taking his cock into her pussy, and the man began to undo her bustier! Mom began to hop on his lap as his huge black hands grabbed my mom's tits! It wasn't hard to understand what was happening at this point! My mind began to race again. What does it feel like to have some mans big black dick up inside of you? Especially when you don't know him at all? In a few minutes it was all over. The man slid into the drivers seat, and mom put her shorts back on. As they drove back to the corner, Sammy and I walked back also. Sylvia was leading a man into the alley, and Donna was gone. The man with my mom pushed some money in between her tits, and she got out, smiling! She made a beeline for the abandoned building and in its hallway; I saw that she was cleaning herself up! A few seconds later, she was back out in the street. Just in time since another man arrived. They talked then they both slipped into the alley! Sammy took my to another vantage point. The man sat on the steps, and mom got on her knees. I could see the lust in her eyes as she smilingly looked up into his face. She unzipped his pants and pulled his massive cock out! She caressed it with her hands, and then started to lick it! Starting at the base she would lick it up to the tip and circle the head for a bit then go back down and the pattern would start all over! Soon she had on huge slab of black meat in her hand. There was no way that she would be able to take it into her mouth, I thought! Mom put the head into her mouth; I could see her tongue rolling around the head and foreskin! Then she opened up her mouth and took it in! Soon she was taking it all of the way down to its base! I couldn't believe this! How was she able to do that? I watched as she lovingly gave him a world-class blowjob. Soon he tensed up and started to cum! My mom's eyes got real big and she was swallowing as fast as she could! When he was done cumming, mom licked and sucked his cock clean, then put it back into his pants! The rest of the weekend was the same. When it was nighttime, she would get into a car and be driven away. Sammy took me to a motel room, where I slept alone. I saw my once prim and proper mom do so much that weekend! I was there watching as she took a large cock up her ass, in her pussy, and down her throat! I saw her lick out women, and in a few cases, swallow their shit! I saw her do her friends, and her friends do her for their tricks! The real stunning show though, was when she took on a Timber Shepard! I was stunned! For over forty minutes they were 'connected', ass to ass! While her female trick was being eaten out by mom the whole time! When Monday morning came, mom was taken home. She was still wearing her uniform! Sammy dropped me off with her at the end of our driveway. It was around five A.M. and the sun was just starting to come up, rising over the horizon! Mom and Sammy kissed, and then Mindy and her kissed! When it was over, I was looking at Mindy and she was looking at me. I looked at my mom in a pleading way. "Oh what the hell, go ahead!" Mindy put her arm around me and then I wrapped myself around her. Slowly she came to my lips, lightly brushing them with hers, and then her tongue shot into my mouth! I closed my eyes and let my feelings wash over me, and then I did the same thing to her! We stood there for the longest time, sucking on each other's tongues! I loved what I was feeling doing this wonderful thing with Mindy! "Oh yes…yes!" Mindy hissed. "Just like your mother, keep it up girl!" "Three years will seem like nothing!" "I can't wait to have you sweetie!" Mom put her arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. We watched as they drove away, the other girls waving to us. We went into our home, and Mom took off her clothes. No shame what so ever, right in front of me in out living room! As she bent over her ass cheeks parted. Her asshole was open wide, all of that anal she had done over the weekend. She looked at me smiling. Then she came up to me. "Well… like mother like daughter?" "You bet, mom!" "Well then, I guess it's not too early to start." Mom bent down and put her lips to mine, softly and lightly brushing, just like Mindy had done to me outside a few minute ago! Then her tongue shot into my mouth and for the second time in my life I was sucking on a woman's tongue in my mouth! My mom was going to do me here and now. I didn't mind one bit, I was burning up for something! She took my clothes off, and soon we were both naked standing in our living room! She started to rub my tits, pinching the nipples so firmly, but so nicely! Her other hand found it's way down to my ass and pussy! We fell to the floor and made love to each other for the longest time! All of the sudden my world exploded! My FIRST orgasm! And my own mother was giving it to me! We lay on the floor afterwards, just holding each other. We talked and discussed what I was to become. What I craved to be! I knew that I was going to be in training for the next three long years, but when I was done training, I would hit the streets! I was going to be the best whore that Sammy and Mindy had ever had! I would even be better than mom! I went back to school that fall, having already gotten a quite an education in 'life'! I also had a very unusual outlook now I was an honor roll student for the rest of High School, and mom went back to work. Sammy only had 'weekend warriors' in his stable. The illusion of propriety was held because mom was a 'nurse', and nobody ever found out anything different! I knew that when I went to college I was going to major in nursing. Just like mom! Weekend Warriors He thought he'd never get away from work that afternoon, but at last he was out the door, in his car, and heading down the road away from the city. Ron Wilcox breathed a sigh of relief. He was good at his job, and he and everyone else knew it. The bad part about that was that other people assumed he'd be there round the clock to bail them out when they got into trouble. The looks he'd gotten when he'd announced he was heading out early for the weekend, as if he were leaving them all in the lurch on purpose. Well, they could deal. He was free at last, and badly needed to get rid of this pent-up stress. Spending some time with his buddy Wade was just the way to do it. It had been so hard to arrange this afternoon. He still couldn't really believe they had pulled it off. A smile of anticipation rose to Ron's lips and he drove a little faster. It was a long way out to Wade's place, a good hour's drive. The scenery changed from access roads, fast-food joints and strip malls to grassy ranchland dotted with a few houses. Fences ran along the road and there were occasional cattle grazing. Ron began to relax. He thought of the encounter that lay ahead and his cock twitched in his pants. He reminded himself not to get too worked up too soon. They had all afternoon. He turned off the main highway onto a narrow county road, then turned again. He slowed down and watched the gates on the right carefully. He hadn't been out here all that often and didn't remember too clearly where the place was. He shouldn't have worried. There Wade was, standing at the gate to his ranch, waving frantically, the big, goofy grin Ron knew well by now on his face. He came running to the driver's side window as he brought his car to a halt. "Hello, hello," Wade said when Ron rolled the window down, panting with excitement. He almost always sounded out of breath. "Thanks so much for coming on out." He stuck out a rough hand. "Don't mention it, buddy," Ron answered, shaking it, as always feeling charmed and embarrassed by Wade's obvious delight at seeing him. "Glad I could make it." "I've been waiting out here just in case you didn't remember where the place was. Let me open the gate and get you on in here." He rolled the car just inside the gate and let Wade in. They drove slowly, bumping and jouncing along a dirt track choked with weeds. This was his friend's second piece of property, inherited from his family. Once it had been a working ranch, but Wade had long since stopped keeping it up. He was holding on to it until the property grew valuable enough to sell to developers, he had told Ron, but this was so far out in the countryside it would be a long time before that happened. "Got everything ready for you, buddy," Wade said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Mats are out. Gatorade in the cooler if we get thirsty." "Bet we will. It's hot today." "Sure is. Good day to strip down and get some exercise, eh?" Wade grinned and his eyes glinted. Ron nodded, his mouth dry with excitement. A few minutes more of bone-jarring driving and the mobile home loomed into view, old and decrepit. It stood next to a small stand of trees, a disused stock pond some distance away. Ron stopped the car as close as he could and they got out. They stepped through waist-high grass around to the other side. A set of rickety wooden steps led up to the door. In front of them was the square padded mat, bright blue against the grass, regulation size. "You got that thing out yourself? I could have helped you." "Didn't have anything else to do. Besides, you're my guest." Wade looked at Ron, a slight smile on his face. "You ready?" Ron shrugged, trying to stay casual, though his heart was pounding and he could feel his cock straining against the confines of the elastic pouch under his dress slacks. "No time like the present." Wade had already bent and pulled off his shoes. He stripped rapidly down, almost flinging off his work shirt and jeans onto the steps. His uniform today was a pair of bright red Speedos, his favorite gear. He had a bit of a belly, but otherwise was in fine shape, his biceps and pectorals bulging, his chest and stomach covered with dark blond hair. Ron's body in contrast was smooth, his muscles built through gym workouts rather than hard labor. He undressed more carefully-he didn't want to mess up his office outfit. He left his shoes neatly lined up near the wrestling mat, socks balled up inside. He hung his shirt on a nearby branch, then unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his trousers. A warm breeze rustled through the trees. It felt good on his bare butt. He was wearing what he always wore for their bouts, a black Safe-T-Gard jockstrap. He heard Wade whistle behind him. "Looking good, pretty boy," he said, as Ron hung his pants next to his shirt and turned to face his opponent. Ron snorted. "Who you calling pretty?" Wade crouched in his opening stance, his tongue darting playfully out. "You. Ready to get your ass whupped, pretty boy?" "We'll see about that." Ron lunged forward and grabbed the back of Wade's neck. They struggled locked together for a few moments, neither gaining the advantage. Ron thought he saw an opening and tried to hook his leg between Wade's. He let out an "oomph!" of surprise as his opponent somehow turned the tables and took him down instead. They rolled on the mat, every muscle in their taut bodies visible, grunting and shouting in their struggle for dominance. Ron felt Wade's hard cock pressed against his thigh through the nylon. He was enjoying this as much as he was. He looked at his friend grinning above him, felt his hot breath on his face. "Give?" Wade asked. "Fuck you!" With a supreme effort Ron broke Wade's hold and they went at it some more. Despite everything, though, his opponent managed to pin him a few moments later. They broke apart and sat on the mat, panting. Wade grasped his shoulder. "Good round. You're getting better, buddy." "Glad you noticed. I'll win the next one." Wade snorted in mock contempt. "You and who else? You ready to get beat again?" "As soon as you lose those panties and fight like a man." Wade's eyes shone. "You got yourself a deal." He stood, peeled off his Speedos and tossed them aside. His thick, uncut cock hung in front of his pendulous balls, framed by a thick pubic bush that blended into the hair on his body higher up. Ron stared, unaware that he was licking his lips. "You too, Junior," Wade commanded. Ron obeyed, staring into his opponent's eyes as he got up and slipped off his jockstrap. His circumcised cock was long, but not quite as thick as Wade's. Now that it was free it slanted out from his crotch at an angle, conical head darkening. Wade came up to him, smiling. Ron was puzzled until he felt a big, rough paw grab his organ. "Lookit here. Half hard already," his friend said, his hand moving. "Quit it. Only the winner gets to do that." "So?" Wade mocked him, continuing to stroke. "What's your point?" Ron stepped back, freeing himself, then slapped Wade's hand away, hard. "Ow!" Wade protested. "That hurt." "Try it again and see how much more it hurts." Wade's eyes flashed, real anger mixed with his good humor. "You threatening me?" He bent and made another feint at Ron's privates. This time Ron grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm upward. With a roar Wade freed himself, rushed in and encircled his waist with arms of steel, trying to lift him. Ron fought to stay upright, then changed tactics and fell backward, taking Wade to the mat. He quickly rolled on top of his opponent, but Wade was faster, getting on his stomach before Ron could pin him. Still, he had the advantage. He ground his hips into Wade's butt, dry-humping him with his by now fully hard cock. "I like this position," he said into Wade's ear. Wade didn't bother to answer, but suddenly jerked to his knees, trying to roll out and escape. Ron got an arm around his neck in a half nelson. In the blink of an eye he had turned Wade onto his back and pushed his shoulders to the mat. "Shit!" Ron grinned down at Wade, panting, enjoying his victory. "You look good on the bottom." He bent and gave him a quick kiss. As Ron started to raise his head, Wade grabbed the back of his neck and forced him down again. Their lips and tongues ground and clashed together. "Fuck you're hot," Ron panted when they finally broke apart. He could have abandoned the match right then, but Wade shook his head. "Not yet. Two out of three, buddy." "Okay," Ron grumbled good-naturedly. His muscles were already aching from the unaccustomed effort. "You country folk just don't quit, do you?" "Uh-uh. Up on your feet, yuppie boy. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough." They separated and rose, more slowly this time, both their cocks swollen semi-hard in anticipation. Ron brushed his tousled hair from his eyes and focused on his opponent. Wade nodded. "Submission style this time, boy. Fight to the finish. Tap out if you can't take any more." They came at and grabbed hold of each other once again. Their muscular arms encircled each other in a tight embrace. Sweat dripped off their glistening bodies, dappled by the afternoon sun filtering through the branches above their heads. They were two naked gladiators fighting for the prize. Wade had a death grip around Ron's waist, and to his dismay Ron felt himself being lifted into the air. With a cry of triumph Wade dropped him to the mat. Ron scrambled to recover, but his adversary was too quick. Steely hard legs wrapped themselves around his neck and began to squeeze. Ron emitted a choked gurgle as he tried to break the leg scissors. He grabbed at Wade's thighs, then tried to get an arm between himself and his opponent's limb but failed. Dizziness washed over him as the pressure against his windpipe cut off his oxygen supply. With the last of his strength he tapped out against the mat. The viselike grip around his neck relaxed and he collapsed face down, drawing air in great gulping breaths. "Had enough?" he heard Wade say. Ron nodded, still unable to speak. Strong hands grabbed him underneath his shoulders, pulling him upright and turning him around. He looked into Wade's eyes, now deeper and darker with a new emotion. "You're mine now, boy," Wade whispered to him before he clamped his mouth onto his. He broke away and stood, his cock inches away from Ron's face, fully erect, moist purple head free of its foreskin. Ron rose to his knees and conceded defeat. He grasped Wade's thighs and took him into his mouth. Rough hands gripped his head as Wade thrust his hips forward. "That's good. Suck it." Ron slid eagerly back and forth on the hard shaft, gagging a little as it bumped the back of his throat. He ran his tongue around the sensitive area just beneath the crown, lapping up Wade's salty juices. His own cock jutted stiffly in front of him, aching for its own release. He let Wade's cock go for a moment and let it trail on his cheek, wetting it, as he cast his gaze upward. Wade smiled down at him, his face framed with his hair glowing golden from the afternoon sun. "Down your throat or up your ass?" he said. Ron smiled. "Both." Wade laughed. "Don't know if I can manage that." His voice thickened with lust. "I love your cute little butt. Get in position while I get the stuff." Ron obediently went to his knees, his arms extended straight down to the mat. He cast a glance over his shoulder as Wade went up the steps into the mobile home. He admired the broad v-shape of Wade's torso, the muscled shoulders and powerful arms. Without meaning to he found himself thinking about the first time they had met. He had assumed Wade would be like the others who had answered his online personal ad, interested in wrestling only as a pretext for sex. Ron had tried and failed for a long time to find another man who knew real wrestling, the kind he had excelled at in college. He had liked Wade's rough good looks and courtly manner from the very first time they had talked in the rancher's modest living room. Afterward Wade had driven him out here to this overgrown, deserted property and gotten Ron to help drag the regulation mat out from the ancient mobile home. Ron knew then that Wade was as serious about grappling as he was. There had been sex that first time and every time since then, not nearly often enough for either of them. But that never came until after some serious competition. Ron didn't mind losing today--he had won in the past and would in the future. The thought of what was about to happen made his knees tremble. Wade emerged just then, holding a well-used tube in his hand, nothing else. Ron couldn't remember when they had decided to swap sperm as well as holds. It had cemented the growing bond and trust between them, to raise the stakes like that. He had driven back to the city more than once with his ass clamped shut, trying not to let Wade's cum leak out and stain his dress pants. He'd returned the favor a couple of times too. Wade's grin was mischievous as he dropped to the mat by Ron, one hand already spreading gel onto his dick, making it glisten. "Eyes front," he commanded. Ron looked away, letting out a small gasp as he felt Wade's fingers penetrate him with more lube. "Skooch up a little," Wade said. Ron obeyed. He felt his buddy's hot breath on the back of his neck, the blunt head of the thick cock pressing against his greasy hole. Suddenly Wade's arms pinned Ron's hands to the mat as his buddy shoved his cock through his tight ring and all the way in with one huge thrust. Ron raised his head and screamed as pain knifed through him. "Bastard!" He struggled to escape. Wade handled him easily, chuckling with sadistic glee as he tightened his grip. His right hand grabbed the back of Ron's neck and forced his head to the mat. "Just relax and it'll get better, I promise," he said in Ron's ear. "Fuck you." Ron was almost crying with the shock of Wade's brutal entry-he'd promised not to be so rough this time. Rage battled with humiliation as he realized that his cock was betraying him-it was jutting out hard as steel beneath his subjugated body. Almost against his will the pain began to recede. He took in air in great gulps, willing his body to accept the invader. Above him Wade relaxed his grip as he sensed Ron yield. The pole of flesh violating him withdrew slowly, then plunged in hard, then again. Soon Ron was struggling to keep his grip as Wade drilled him from behind. Moans of pleasure rose from his throat, partly muffled by the mat into which his face and chest were pressed. He felt his conqueror reach underneath and grab his cock without breaking the rhythm of his fucking. Wade chuckled in satisfaction. "You're liking this," he observed. In another moment he pulled out and pushed on Ron's side. "Flip over." As soon as Ron was on his back Wade grabbed his ankles, bending him double to expose his now relaxed and gaping asshole. His cock went in without any trouble and his pubic bone began to thud against Ron's butt, making his cock and balls shake. Soon Wade's thrusts increased to a frantic pace, his cock almost vibrating in Ron's hole. His eyes squeezed shut and his teeth gritted in a snarl of lust. "Fuckin' take my load man! Ah...ah....Aaaah!" A shout of triumph rose from Wade's throat as he went over the edge, his cock coming to life and pumping spurt after spurt of its warm seed into Ron's bowel. "Oh fuck!" Wade threw his head back, letting loose a shower of sweat droplets onto Ron's chest, his mouth open in a soundless scream. He stayed in this spasm of ecstasy for what seemed like minutes before he dropped his head, chest heaving as he gasped for air. Then he opened his eyes and grinned at Ron. "Your turn, buddy." He grabbed Ron's cock and began to jack it, quick and hard. Ron's eyes closed and his panting gasps turned first into grunts, then shouts of joy. Just as he started to cum Wade shoved his knees forward, tilting Ron's pelvis upward. He aimed the spurting rod he held in his hand directly at Ron's face. Pearly white gobs rained onto his buddy's hair, ran down his chiseled features and into his open mouth. By the time Ron opened his eyes his face was a gummy mess, his five o'clock shadow clotted with congealing spunk. His cock still buried in Ron's ass, Wade lowered his face toward his buddy's. He cleaned cum off of Ron's face with his tongue and fed it to him in languid, sticky kisses. Finally they were finished. Wade pulled out and let Ron stretch his legs. They lay on the mat, their bodies limp and relaxed, still loosely tangled together. The summer breeze cooled their overheated skin, dried the sweat and cum. Wade raised his head. "Damn, it sure is hot." "How about some of that Gatorade?" "You bet. I'll go get it out of the cooler. You stay right here," Wade said, patting Ron's chest as he rose stiffly to his feet. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Ron said, smiling. At the moment he didn't care if he ever went anywhere again. The city, his job, in fact his whole life, all seemed a million miles away, just where he wanted them to be. He turned his face up to the afternoon sky. He had been stripped naked, had his ass whupped and been fucked within an inch of his life. The weekend was off to a great start. Weekend Warriors: Pay Day Whores We believe that we know people, we laugh and wink at friends and strangers who we see doing the nasty, but aren't we suppose to know family, 'right'? I thought so too, but that was until that summer morning when I truly found out about my family, and myself. As I look back I'm astounded at my ignorance of the world. Money was tight, the economy a shit hole, and job creation, that was ludicrous! Mom and dad where college graduates both with accounting degrees and as a result of downsizing, found themselves on the unemployment line in my sophomore year of high school. Eventually they found work as part time tellers at a small bank branch near our new, but economy sized apartment. It wasn't much, but it was home; a very tight home. Somewhere along the way the situation grew tighter as the pay check grew tight. I graduated high school, and accepted to the counties community college; and scared shitless on how to pay for it all. Mom and dad hoped for that full time slot, somewhere . . . anywhere. The branch managers came and went, and eventually a new manager by the name of Vanessa Tighs arrived. She seemed like a normal everyday business woman. She took a liking to mom and dad, as well as two others of my friend's parents who worked there. She seemed to understand the home situation, and slipped them some overtime from time to time; but, eventually she became more than a family friend. Over time, our parents seemed to be doing more OT then the others, and spent many a long weekend and over nights that I thought were spare under the table jobs. I should have known something amiss when Mom began 'acting' more open and less inhibited. Dad, well that was a totally bizarre story in itself. He was a bit feminine to begin with; but he began to change before my very eyes! Changes that I couldn't conceive, but felt in my soul; He was becoming 'more' feminine, girlish, to be exact. Three months before the revelation he started wearing oversized clothes, as well as mom from the locale good will. I thought it was because of the cost of 'real' clothes. I would snicker at them as they wore those out of size things. Dad, began to grow his hair longer, and his looks where changing. I noticed, but yet didn't notice; I was having a few problems of my own. I finished the first year of community college, and the cost of the second was very predominant on my mind. The semester was going to start in another month, and the summer employment never materialized. It seems the whole world was spinning out of control. I was looking at the Guard; after all, they promised to pay for my education, but the idea of going to war, a meat grinder, and having that promise paid posthumously wasn't appealing. Little did I know that the weekend warrior image was going to take on a life changing experience for me. Then that Friday came, the day my life changed, and a new 'me' grew as well! That whole week was bizarre, mom was more flirting, more 'grab' ass with dad; they were more like lez then wife and husband. That whole week was psychologically strange, and that Thursday night was a fitful night sleep for me. I kept 'feeling' something . . . different in the apartment. Vanessa was known to be a hatchet, and was sent to my parents' branch to 'cut costs'. I kept on expecting the worst; waking up and being told we were now homeless. It wasn't the alarm that woke me that morning; it was a grunting coming from the parlor. I didn't think much of it, relegating it to that part of sleep between deep rem and wakefulness. But, it kept on going on and on! Then I heard the squeak of springs, and a man's voice; "yeah that it! That's it bitch, keep it going!" Okay, that's weird! I got out of bed, it was only six a.m., the squeaking grew faster, and I heard a soft moaning. I came down the hall and saw Vanessa sitting on the recliner, fascinated at whatever was going on in front of her. She glanced at me; a very sly smile grew on her lips. "Oh there you are Tommy." Vanessa cooed. "I was hoping you'd wake up; I was about to send in Jasmine after you to wake you up. Now you can witness the whole thing." "What thing?" "Both your former parents wanted it this way. They wanted for you to see their final breaking in. You can't see from there, come over here silly boy. Sit on mommy' lap." The soft moaning grew into a deep husky breathing, and when I got to the room I froze! My mind reeling from what I saw; mom on top of a big black man, his dick deep inside her! And she loved every moment, bouncing on him, grinding deep and hard into that thick black dick into her cunt. A colorful tramp stamp of roses blossomed over her ass crack. "Mom!?" She didn't stop, didn't look at me, just ground down on top of him. Her tits bounced in his face, a nipple in his mouth; the man's huge hands on her hips. And, then I saw her other tattoos! A black rose on her right tit; and a barbed wire around her ankle. Both her tits were pierced, and a shiny, dangly, bounced on her navel. She threw her head back, eye lids fluttering in ecstasy, moaning like a cheap whore. "Come here Tommy." Vanessa pulled me onto her lap; I should have been repulsed, ashamed, but I wasn't, my heart suddenly thumped in my chest. Although in her forties, she was gorgeous; slim waist, big firm tits, and deep ebony tone. And I couldn't believe what I was thinking! This is my mother! "You see what I turned your mom and dad into?" That's when I heard another deep moaning from behind, and the table creaking wildly. Vanessa coolly looked behind her, my eyes following like a slave. My temples pulsed and my crotch quivered at what I saw; dad, bent over the kitchen table, and big black man pumping into his ass. But, this 'man' had huge tits that brushed dads back with each stroke! My mind cleared enough to take in the whole picture! Dad had tits! They were small, but they were tits! Woman's tits! And a face, it was a woman's. Dad, bent over the table, a huge black she male pumping into his ass; his eyes, half lidded and in the midst of orgasm. His dick, or what was left of it, snuggled up to his now girlish body; nothing more than a big clit, oozing clear seaman on the table. His dick, it was pierced with a silver ring. He had the same tattoos as mom, and the same piercings'. His hair now a platinum blond. "How? Why?" "Because they wanted it. You see, whores are not made Tommy, their born." "No! No, mom was never a whore! And dad . . ." "Oh yes she is Tommy. When I got here, both your mother and 'father' where so . . . suppressed. Their true selves, buried beneath tons of psychological barriers of old world propriety that their parents put on them, pitiful it was. It didn't take me long to identify them; and offer them a resolution. They fervently become my property. Without any promises that they keep their jobs." "Your property!" "Yes. 'My' property. Well, on weekends of course, they're now Pay day whores. That's the agreement your former mom and dad made with me." Mom groaned out one last time; in a half lidded bliss she howled at the ceiling, her body shuddering, and then slumped onto the man. "Tricy, come here when you clean Mark up. You know you don't want to send him to work with a messy dick." Mom looked over her shoulder and recognized me sitting on Vanessa's lap; she purred and smacked her lips in a wonton desire. "Of course mommy." "Tricy?" "That's your mom's new name. And that's what 'you' will call her too from now on. No more moms! And your former dad, he's Prissy now. And every Friday at six o'clock in the morning, to Sunday at ten, they will work my patch. For the time being. She is not your mother, and she (nodding to dad) is no longer your father; and you will never call them, or refer to them in those terms ever again." "Mom! DAD!" Vanessa pulled my hair back, hard, bringing tears to my eyes; I expected mom to yell, to defend me. Instead she just leered over her shoulder in a prissy face. "I said, you will NEVER Ever, refer to her as your mother again!" I nodded, the pain echoing every time I did. I cried, and Vanessa let me go. "Now, this is what's going to happen from now on." Mom, slowly got up, the man's dick was long, thick; she was standing up when it finally 'popped' out of her. She quickly knelt between his legs and eagerly licked the cum off of it. "Tricy and Prissy will be in my patch, from six o'clock every Friday morning to ten o'clock Sunday night. They will prostitute themselves, along with 'other's' that I now own. You will not be a part of their life, during that time. Do you understand?" I nodded but my fascination was with what was going on I front of me; I watched my mom, gently place that dick in the man's pants. She was like a child with a very fragile doll; so . . . bimboish! He got up, and handed Vanessa two fifty dollar bills and left. Mom walked him to the door, a final deep sloppy kiss; and then sat down on the floor beside Vanessa; laying her head on Vanessa leg, nestling like a long lost puppy. "Oh Tricy, you're such a good slut." Vanessa tussled with her hair and mom just purred contently. Then another man came in. Mom looked to him, her demeanor becoming one of lust. She twisted her face to Vanessa, in a please let me play look. Vanessa smiled down on her property and nodded. Mom got up, her tits bouncing and her ass swaying she sashayed to him; her arms embracing his waist, he bent down and their lips locked. Both their cheeks were moving as their tongues wiggled in their mouths. Her hand slid down and then rubbed his crotch with eagerness. "Tricy go into the kitchen and take care of Johnny here. It's time to pop that cherry ass of yours!" Mom giggled childishly as they walked past me, and I saw the other modifications; an outline of a rose bush tattoo rose up from her right breast, over and down her shoulder and arm. I never noticed this, but mom would always were long sleeves, she said it was 'cold' and I left it at that. But, that much detail, it had to take at least several months. "Now, to what the rules are." "My dad; what did you do to him?" The pain of her slap seared through my face. Vanessa glared and I apologized. Her face just as quickly to a wickedly prideful smirk. "We began him on hormones three months ago." Vanessa was matter of fact through the whole thing. "Friends of a friend you might say; we make so many of them in this profession. Our payroll list is long and very distinguished. Eventually we'll send her to Mexico and have the surgeons give him a cunt, and a bubble butt. As you see, he fleshed out well in three months, and he became so quickly girlish, I had to put him on sedatives to keep him from going insane with the charade to keep the manliness image for you." Dad groaned out, loud and hard as he came. The she male was still pumping, his long thin hands cupping dad's tit's; then she fell against him, spent and happy. He pulled out of dad's ass, a loud pop, and dad licked her dick clean. I was beyond stunned; I was watching my father, suck dick; and my dick popped hard against my underwear. 'I', wished I was like him! Vanessa must have felt this, and she pulled me closer and began to rub my crotch. "Oh now what do we have here?" The she male glanced at me, and a very sadistic smirk grew on his over sized lips. Her eyes went half lidded, and she kissed my dad deep on the mouth, I could see the tongues darting and writhing in their cheeks. The she male, Karla, dressed in a tight tube dress, her dick head, just the tip, hanging below the high hem. Vanessa called dad over; he came and knelt beside her, like a little girl with her mother. "Prissy, tell Tommy what's going to happen now." Prissy looked up at me with those half lidded, just got fucked eyes; I didn't see 'any' thing of my father there. He cooed his voice like a dumb blond bimbo. "Tommy, when I'm well fleshed out, mommy is going to get me implanted, with big tits! And, make me a 'real' girl; I'm going to go to Mexico to become a real cunt; because I'm going to have one." Vanessa leered at me, a smirk of well earned satisfaction; I was barely hearing her; my mind was spinning and twisting. I should be appalled at this! Disgusted! But, I envied them. They reached the table and the man dropped his pants, and pushed mom over the table. His dick was long, but not as thick as the other man's was. And, I was jealous of her. Vanessa saw me staring at mom and my dick swelled harder, that it hurt! At the tip of my dick, a wet spot grew across the stretched fabric of my shorts. "My, my, my?" Vanessa smirked, her hand pulled down my soaking underwear, and slowly began to rub it; back and forth, the pain grew, I wanted to blow my load then and there. I grabbed for my dick, but Vanessa swatted my hands away. "Oh no, not yet." She slowly slipped my shorts down, my dick popped up, hard, and the pre cum seeping out. As Vanessa slowly stroked my dick, I watched as Mom was bent over, her hair spilling alongside of her, and a mask of pain as Johnny slowly stuck his dick into her ass. And I was envious of her! "So, I see it runs in the family." Vanessa pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. I shuddered in her arms, and leaned further into her. My heart beat thick and hard in my temple, my soul wanting to merge into hers. I opened my eyes and mom was bouncing forward and back, smiling at me; approving. Vanessa matched the rhythm of mom and the man, I moaned, groaned; then I blew my load. Mom was spent and so was I. "Go, get dressed Tommy. There's only a few more formalities to do, and then you leave for the day. " "But . . . Mom?" Vanessa slapped me hard across my face. "What did I tell you! 'You' have no father! You have no mother. Whores are not people, they, are property. Go!" Grudgingly I showered, thinking of what mom was doing. What she did that I didn't know of. And dad, what happened to him; my mind swam with the thoughts of the transformation, and I grew hard again and rubbed my dick until I shuddered and orgasm again. When I came out of the shower, and saw mom and dad sitting on the floor beside Vanessa; Mom's cunt (my mind swam at this, what I was calling my mom and dad.) swollen with strands of cum dripping on the floor; Dad, his dick now just a small head poking out of his body, the piercing shining in the sun; his scrotum just a thick bulge of flesh hugging his crotch. "Tommy, one last thing before you leave. You need to know this; sort of, like what your life is going to be like from now on. She stood up her eyes were a half lidded sluttish leer as she circled mom, caressed her shoulders, and kissed her long hair. "Tricy, 'who's' your mommy?" Mom was shuddering in ecstasy at the touch, her eyes fluttered, and she gasped "you are". Vanessa knelt down in front of her; cupped mom's face and smiled: "Who's your owner?" "You are mommy." Mom was on the verge of orgasm, her voice halting and husky,"then, show me your everlasting servitude." Evilly she gleamed, and moved to dad. "Prissy, who's your mommy?" "You are mommy." His eyes slid into a half lidded flutter as Vanessa caressed her face, slowly, moving downward to those little girl tits. He gasped as her fingers massaged the pierced nipple. Vanessa stood up, "Only one more thing after this." And I fell to my knees my dick aching. I'm eighteen, going on nineteen, and my dick is hard for what I see mom and dad doing! "Now you are my whores." Vanessa cooed, I didn't see Kyla move, I was so engrossed what was going on. Mom and dad kneeling before their mother, their 'pimp', and Kyla now stood with two chromed steel rings, at least four inches wide. They were open and I could see the latch, and there was no key hole. Vanessa took one and placed around mom's neck, the latch snapping with a sharp echoing clap; it looked one piece, there was no lines or seems, just one piece of chromed metal. Then she repeated the same thing to dad. "Now it's official." Vanessa was proud; "you are now both my property. Now and forever." Mom and dad fingered their collars, the finality of their transformation now over. They looked at Vanessa, and tears began to roll down their faces. Almost on cue they bent over and licked Vanessa' feet. "Now, get ready, you go to the patch now." Vanessa turned to me. "And you will spend the day at the mall." "Vanessa . . ." I was stuttering, floored. "Yes." "Can I . . . watch?" I couldn't believe that this was 'me' talking. The surrealism of the moment . . . "We'll see." She looked at me; inspecting me like a cut of meat. "I see some potential in you; maybe you'll be joining my stable!" Her voice was husky and seductive; looking me up and down, her mind I could see was turning all the possibilities of what I can become. I wasn't focused was an understatement. I was lost all day, nothing fit. I thought I knew them! I thought I knew . . . myself. I sat, walked, ate, but I wasn't there. My mind was like a Kaleidoscope, the shifting colors of my conscious and mind spinning and turning. And through it all, I began to see myself. The feelings I pushed down all these years. The thoughts, the 'feminine' desires. The longing to play with the girls, as a girl; the demands of a conservative world. Vanessa called me and told me to meet her around five at the bus stop. I caught myself, I was obeying her! My heart fluttered as she spoke to me, I had this . . . weird belief that I was now part of her. Vanessa pulled up, and two of my friends were inside, Mark, and Tammy; both their parents worked with mine at the bank. "I thought it over, and came to the conclusion, that 'you' and your friends should see what I did to your moms." Nothing was said we just looked at each other; they as dumfounded and lost as I. I got into the back seat with them, and we drove across town. No one spoke, but we all saw it on our faces; and, we couldn't keep our hands out of our crotches. Finally we pulled into a part of town that wasn't seedy yet, but getting there. Vanessa pointed us to two whores walking on the corner; strutting, and showing off to cars. It was Tammy's and Mark's moms. We had to look hard to recognize them. Tammy's mom was Vietnamese, petit, and I never saw her outside of Capri's and sweat shirts. But oh my god! She was in a g string, bondage sandals, and tattooed! She was wearing a jacket, and was flashing her tits to cars. Her hair was dyed darker black then I ever knew existed; so dark that it glowed. Marks' mom is tall, athletic, and now wearing a g string, tight mid thigh leather bondage boots, and a see through bustier. She was strutting around and her hair dyed a bright pink. Mark and Tammy sat there, eyes wide and mouths open. A car stopped, and the two shimmied up to the open window. They tossed their hair in girlish fashion, and then Tammy's mom got in and drove away with the guy. "Where's mom?" I felt the temperature rise as Vanessa glared me. "I mean Trissy!' Vanessa cooled down just as quickly as her ire rose. "She's here, she's with a trix." The car with Tammy' mom didn't go far, and pulled into a parking lot, across the curb from where we were parked. Tammy's mom, chatted with the guy, and then leaned over him. Her head bobbed up and down, it wasn't hard to think what she was doing. Tammy groaned out. And her fingers went to her crotch. Vanessa chuckled. Then I saw mom, oh god I saw here. She came from an alley, in a g string like the others; thigh high's, stiletto heels, and jacket like Mark's mom. Behind her, a big man, Hispanic, came out, pulled her back and planted a big kiss on her lips. Mom reached down and massaged his dick as he worked his finger into her ass. "She just made me fifty dollars. And herself fifty as well." Mom strutted over just as Tammy's mom was strutting back to the corner. They chatted, the way they tussled their hair and frowned, posing for the passing cars; so whorish. Then a group of gang bangers strode onto the corner. Two black whores with them. They came up to our mom's and they chatted, and huddled on them; massaging their bulging crotches. One of the black whores told something to mom and Marks mom. They squatted down, unzipped their flies and sucked them off right there on the curb. Weekend Warriors: Pay Day Whores The three of us watched, in shock, in lust; but not in disgust. Passing cars honked their horns and cat calls of approval sounded. After they were finished, they went with the gang bangers, hugging and groping. Their silver slave collars glinting in the fading sun. "Well, looks like they found a crib for the night." Vanessa' tone was one of glee. "Won't see them until tomorrow afternoon at the latest." "I want to see . . . Prissy!" I gasped. Vanessa leaned back against the door, an aura of happy supremacy. "Congratulations, you finally accepted your new lives." "I don't care what you said, I want to see him." "And so do I." The others chimed in together. "Okay, but, as I said, you'll never recognize them." Vanessa pulled out of the parking lot, and we drove another block or so. It was dark and the streets here were jammed with cars, men, and women spending their pay checks. It was seedy, and whores were all over; squatting alongside cars. In alley's, in car's fucking and sucking. Finally we got to another parking lot. We all looked around, eager to see what happened to them. Vanessa chuckled, and pointed to a group of whores on a corner. "Their right over there." We looked, and strained trying to find them; any semblance of what we remembered they looked like. And found nothing. "The blonde in the see through. That's Missy, your 'former' father Mark; and from what I'm told, is a great fuck now." Mark groaned out as he saw the woman. Every charm and modification exposed to the world to see; tat's, piercings, tits. I remembered Mark's father as a nerdish accountant, but what I saw, came nowhere near that now! He had huge tits and a bubble butt; long braded platinum blond hair, flowing down to her waist. And ever action an air headed bimbo whore. Prissy wiggled and strutted posing at the car's slowly crawling past. One stopped and as she leaned into the window her tits fell out; the white guy rubbing and caressing them. The door opened, and she squatted down next to him. Her platinum blonde head bouncing up and down. Mark and I were groaning, but not with disgust; we were rubbing the bulge' in our crotch. "Tammy, you're of age now; in fact 'all ' of you are of age. Take care of Mark's pressing issue." Tammy looked at Vanessa, and then at Mark's bulging crotch. Clumsily she pulled down his fly, her hands shook, and the huge shaft of flesh jumped out. Tammy stared at the uncut dick, and began to kiss it, lick it. Mark groaned as he arched his back; Tammy licked inside the foreskin, and slowly took it into her mouth. Mark grabbed the top of her head, and pushed her into his crotch. Tammy took the whole thing down her throat; her body bobbing up and down, then her eyes bulged and Mark shuddered as he blew his load. "And all this without a lesson; I am impressed Tammy." Tammy swallowed, and licked the dick clean. She leaned back into the seat a radiant glow of satisfaction from her as she rubbed her crotch. "Where's my dad?" Tammy cooed. Vanessa sighed, as she caught herself; "oh, I did forget. Her name is Julie now?" A satisfied smirk and she pointed to the street. "Oh she's here. There she is, going into that alley." She twisted around so fast, and searched the corner. "Where!?" "Right there with that black guy." I found him; he wasn't the tall athletic weekend ball player. He was a very statuesque red head. He, she was wearing a very bright mini skirt and tube top. My eye's watered, with envy. "Julie is a great slut you know. She's going to be my top money maker. I even got some bids to sell her." "Sell her!?" "Of course Tammy; whores are property, there not human whatsoever. I may even sell Kimmy, your former mom if the offers right. In fact I may just do that to my whole stable and start over." My mind imploded, 'sold'; 'property'. I should be hateful! But, I was envious, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Vanessa, please whore me!" My voice was . . . like a small child. I wanted this. I wanted what my former father is. I didn't need to hide emotions and feelings that have ached my soul all my life. "Me too!" Came the reply from Mark and Tammy. Vanessa looked close at us; thinking. "Okay. I see some good potential in all of you. But, it'll take some time, before I turn you all out." "I don't care!" I demanded. "Nope. Not yet; you got to be trained, marked. Tammy will be out before you two are; she's already house broken. But you two, Hormones and such. It would be at least three months" Vanessa left the car, and walked into a night club. We amused ourselves, Tammy and I did some very awkward kissing, as Mark just as awkwardly fucked Tammy from behind. After about thirty minutes, Vanessa walked out with a big black woman and two ripped female body builders. "Mark, Tommy this is Patrice. I've decided to turn you all. She's my she male whore maker. From now on you'll be spending some time with her from now on." Mark sunk in the seat at the size of the woman; she was like an Amazon warrior. "Get out of the car bitch'!" Mark and I slide out of the car, and stood in front of Patrice. She scrutinized us, inspecting us like pieces of meat. "Drop your pants!" We did, quickly; Patrice pulled on Mark' dick, and fingered his ass hole. The other women with her studied him with equal intensity. Then she did it to me. It was a bit painful as those long nailed fingers probed deep; sending me on an orgasm of lust. She stood with the other women, and I saw it. Like Kayla' huge bulges grew in their panties. "Okay, I'll take them. Gonna need some work; dick's are the right size, won't shrink as much, but . . . not going to be much natural tits and ass." Vanessa chuckled; neither did you, and look what I created. Vanessa caressed Patrice' huge tits, and she smiled. Just giving you a heads up that's all. And she pecked a kiss on Vanessa' lips. We reached down to pick up his pants; Patrice slapped me hard upside the head! "Did I say to put them on bitch? Leave them there!" Mark and I sheepishly got into the car. I expected him to be red faced, shamed; he was always so shy, even in the gym showers. But now? "Okay, let's get you home Tommy." Vanessa got in the car and we left. "I'll drop you at home Tommy, and you'll come with me Tammy." "Going to get you started out right." We drove home in silence, I was pissed, I wanted in! The weekend was a bust; I moped around the house, my mind imagining what mom and dad are doing. What the change was going to be like. How and what did Vanessa do to them; and now doing to Tammy and Mark. Every muscle in my body was stretched, taut and cramped painfully . My dick wouldn't drop all weekend. I spent the time at home, on the computer, searching site after site. I hovered over the all those transsexual sites! The medical and psychological sites; the boards filled with those now like me. As I read and looked, those questions, the feelings all those people asked, was me. I wasn't alone anymore! I wasn't the odd outcast who had to 'man' up to what society expected me to be; schooled, manly, educated. I felt a ton taken from shoulders; I and I knew that dad had those same feelings I did. I found mom's Nare and took a long hot shower, coming out without a strand of body hair. I found a pair of panty hose, and slowly slipped them on. I shuddered with delight, as I pulled them up over my dick; the fleshy tube pushing into me. I put on a t shirt that hovered just mid thigh, and carefully used mom's make up; rouge, lip stick, shadow. I had a Halloween wig, one of those Greek goddess ones; and I found a pair of mom's stiletto's that barely fit me. I looked in the mirror, and I felt . . . normal. I rubbed my body, slowly over the Lycra of the pantyhose. My dick grew hard, and it stayed inside me, like a clit. I heard my moans groan as my shudders quickly grew into a quaking need. "So, I see what Prissy and Tricy said are true." Vanessa' husky tone called to me. I grew ashamed, and quickly took off the wig; my hands pulling on the t shirt, trying to cover my body. "Don't be ashamed. You're beautiful." Vanessa came up behind me, putting the wig back on my head. I felt her warm cheek up against mine, her body rubbed up against my back. "You're a very beautiful woman." "Am I?" "Oh yes you are." Her hands slipped down from my shoulders, slowly caressed my chest; those wondrous hands slowly circled my breasts. Again my lust grew hot at those gentle caresses. Her fingers twisted a nipple as the other hand slid seductively down my belly; shuddering as her nails danced across my flesh. "Such a beautiful young woman." Her lips barley touching my ear; her warm scented breath washed over my cheek. Slowly her hand flowed gently down my belly to the top of the panty hose. The touch, becoming an ecstasy I never knew existed. I came to understand what my parents felt, the freedom she offered from her skilled touch; unlocking the most complicated key we place on ourselves. Those thoughts slide off into darkness as 'my' feelings sprang forth, freed! I felt the ache in an orifice I didn't have, as those hands slowly flowed down my crotch and between my legs. The ache welled up, inch by inch as she caressed my thighs; her tongue slid out, and danced over my lips. I moaned; I wanted release, her hands rubbed over my implanted dick. "Tell me what you want." "I want to be a girl." My voice surprised me; it was so husky, so deliberate. "Is that all you want?" "No." "Tell me what you want? What do you want me to do with you?" "I want to be your whore. I want you to change me . . . I want . . ." The ache grew, my body shuddered; my heart thumped hard and deep in my temple. "I want you to be my mommy!" I blew my load, the thick sticky cum spurted through the Lycra, and Vanessa rubbed harder. My body responded as I quaked and heaved; I fell back into my mommy, my owner. She owned me then and there; body and soul. And 'I' wanted it! I felt a prick in my ass, and through half lidded eyes I saw the syringe in my ass. "Your first step is done. You are now mine.' "Thank you mommy." The estrogen flowed hot through me, a warm and lustful flow of finality. Mommy took my clothes off, and we had a long hot shower together; she began to teach me what girl love is. And like a newborn, I soaked it all in. The skin tone of my mommy, her dark nipples, and her wondrous cunt. As we spent the rest of our weekend together, I was enamored at the knowledge of my new mommy. "How did you know." "Know what?" Vanessa' tone was loving and sweet. "How did you know about Prissy and Tricy; what they wanted, what they are?" Vanessa chuckled and held me close; her hands slowly slide over my chest and belly. "It's easy for one who knows what to look for". Her lips kissed the nape of my neck, gently, lovingly. Her breath sweet. "A casual brush. A close over the shoulder look at their work. A gentle suggestive word or two." My soul slowly grew into a fire of ecstasy as her tongue slid down my spine. Gentle kisses on my shoulders. "Some simple, innuendo. And then slowly bring them into my world." Again my body shuddered and my dick slide out of my body. My soul raged in heated lust, as she reached around and stroked; slow rhythmic strokes, and at that moment the last hint of my old self died, and the being I was born to be was finally free. "See." Vanessa's voice was soft, motherly, her long finger nails brushed up the flesh of my thigh. "No pain. No drugs or threats. Just, you." Her fingers brushed up over my butt, and flowed up my spine. I leaned back into her arms, and our lips met; soft, warm, her tongue snaked into my mouth, and twisted around mine. The night flowed into a dark and wondrous bliss. Vanessa left that morning, and I was moping at the table when the front door opened and closed. I ran, and saw a sight that took me into an orgasm. Mom, disheveled, her hair thick in cum, and a bleary eyed expression. "Tricy?" She smiled at me and staggered through the parlor towards me. "Oh my lovely Jasmine." "Vanessa told me how you behaved this weekend." Jasmine? My mind stuttered for a moment, then I remembered, my new name. "Tricy, did she also tell you . . ." "Yup!" She stood up, her new navel piercing sparkled in the lamp light "And I can't be any prouder." "But, I gotta take a long bath. My ass and pussy are so sore. If you knew how many dicks where in them . . . and you know what?" "What?" "Eating out a cunt is sweet." Prissy came home, his make up all messed up; he smelled just like Tricy. Whisky, cigarettes, and cum. He plopped down on the couch, his dress pulled up, and his little clity dick pocked out of his body; his, er, her ass hole gaped open wide, with cum oozing out. He looked at me, with his now very feminine eyes. "Vanessa told me all about you." I opened my mouth to say what I wanted; but he put his slender finger on my lips, in a hush type of way. "I wanted this Jasmine, all my life I knew I was wrong. I'm going to be changing, and I'm no longer going to be a man. I'm going all the way, and becoming a woman; Tricy is ecstatic at this; we're going to be open lesbian when we're not whoring. Open and proud." "I know. And now, after what I saw this weekend, I knew what I was. I felt the same way, but couldn't put it into words; or tell you." I looked at the floor ashamed. Prissy gently pulled up my chin and smiled. "It's over now Jasmine. All the hiding, all the lying, it's over. Your Tricy and I, we love you, and are proud. We'll always be." She held me tight, and I sobbed in relief. It was like my whole life was a huge rock, and it was now gone. "You'll still go to college, and graduate. And during this time, mommy promised to turn you like me." We were acting so girlish, like two sisters, or girl friends, it didn't matter to me. Our little talk quickly grew into a grab ass, grab tit tussle. We were giggling and shrieking, when mom came out of the bath room; "now what is going on out here?" Tricy and I looked at each other, the sly vixen look, and giggled. She sat down with us, and then the grabbing began again; eventually turning into an all out pillow fight! Feathers floated around us, as we giggled and heaved on the floor. Oh God this feels so good! In what seemed a moment it was morning mom was in her normal bank teller clothes, and if it wasn't for what I knew was under them, I wouldn't know, it was so disguised. Prissy came out, wearing very smart sleeveless blouse, conservative skirt, and heels. Today was her coming out and for the first time in my life, I was free, no more ashamed of some evil that I held within me. I loved my parents now even more than ever before. We joked and laughed, it felt so good; Prissy and Tricy where so relaxed and loving, no more fears and held back love. And that was our life from then on. I went to school, Prissy and Tricy went to work as a teller; every Friday at six, they were out of the house and working Vanessa' patch. Graduation came, and Prissy and Tricy were there of course. They smiled proudly when my name was called, and I stepped up for my associates' diploma. And to top it all! It was held on a Friday, and sitting right next to them, Vanessa; radiant and beaming in pride. Eventually, Vanessa did make me and Prissy fully into women. I was collared, as was my friends; and, I too got a job with the bank, and worked as a teller like my Prissy and Tricy. I love my new life as Jasmine. Vanessa sold her patches, and bought a struggling bar; a little work and it became a very exclusive club. The streets are history for us now. We learned to strip and pole dance, but the greatest part was the private lap dances. We eventually moved into the club. The club is great, and now, so is my life.