Today was supposed to be a sombre day – my step-mom had told me that
we were going to hold a small private ceremony for my father was
recently declared dead after being missing for more than a year. As I
slipped on the black dress she had so thoughtfully prepared for me, I
reflected on the trouble I had given her ever since she married my
father and hoped that she would forgive me for being such an ungrateful
brat when she first came into our family’s life.
It seemed like a lifetime ago, when I was an unruly young man who
resented the fact that this strange woman had somehow ensnared my father
so quickly after my mother died. I don’t know why I was so suspicious
of her at first – despite the fact that their romance progressed
extremely quickly and they were engaged practically within a couple of
months, she had insisted on a prenup that would leave her with nothing
if the relationship ended.
Everything came to a head when they told me that they were getting
married and I started yelling at my father to try to get him to at least
consider slowing down. Our arguments got so heated that he simply
refused to talk to me and the only way I could speak to him was through
the woman who I saw as an intruder. We had many private conversations
and even though I seemingly hated her, after a while I quickly
understood why my father would so quickly forget my deceased mother and
fall in love with her.
She explained to me that I had felt so threatened by her because she
offered me something that my mother never could – the chance to live my
true desires. I didn’t know what she meant at first until she handed me
some of my late mother’s clothes and told me to try them on like I used
to as a child. I didn’t know what she was talking about, but her sweet
tone slowly eased any doubts I had out of my head and I began to start
wearing some of my mother’s lingerie and dresses around the house. She
spent more and more time with me, slowly building my confidence in the
new identity I had suppressed for so long while also teaching me how to
act like the elegant little lady that she had wanted me to be by giving
me comportment lessons and beauty tips.
I thought my father would be mad that I was suddenly co-opting so
much of her time, let alone that I was slowly feminizing myself and
acting like a girl, but he just seemed so happy that we were finally
getting along. He even accepted the fact that he had always had a
pretty little girl and stopped thinking of me as his son and his
acceptance meant that no one else dared say anything now that I was
“out” as a girl among society. When they finally got married, I was so
pleased to have been selected as my new step-mom’s maid of honor. She
had taken such good care of me that it was a privilege for me to be
close to her during her special time and to take care of her every need
as she prepared to make my father the luckiest man in the world.
Our family life was perfect for a while – my father had taken more
and more time off from work and deferring his authority to others in
order to spend more time at home with mommy and me. I had since dropped
out of school to be at home with mommy as well, making sure that she
was happy at home but also so that she could help me become the girl I
had always wanted to be by making sure I took my special pills and
taking me to see the doctors that would help me with my surgeries to
turn the disgusting piece of flesh between my legs into the blossoming
flower that would allow me to call myself a true lady.
During this time that I was getting closer and closer to my step-mom,
my father was getting strangely more and more distant. I thought I
should be concerned at first, but all the attention my new mommy was
paying me was more than enough to assuage any concerns about my father.
One day, when he suddenly disappeared, she told me not to worry and to
just focus on being her perfect little girl which just caused me to
redouble my efforts into making sure I was exactly what she wanted me to
be.
When she told me she was starting to get lonely now that her husband
was missing, she asked me to start spending some nights with her in her
bed. I was more than eager to do whatever it took to make sure she
wasn’t lonely anymore and slept with her, looking at her in awe as her
beautiful form peacefully rested in front of me, hoping that I could
grow up to be as elegant and perfect as she is.
One night she told me she was feeling restless and was hoping that
her little girl could help her relax, and of course I eagerly
volunteered to do anything she wanted. She smiled at me and gently
pushed my head down until I could see her glistening pussy. She then
pushed my head against her mound and told me to start licking. I had
never done something like this before, but the lessons she had given me
about the female body taught me everything I needed to know and almost
by instinct my tongue darted out and began to lick at her precious bud
until she writhed in a climax. She clamped her legs around me and told
me to go again, that I was now not only her daughter, but her human
vibrator. I didn’t understand what she meant, but that didn’t matter
because I just wanted to make her happy and continued licking well into
the night until I had fallen asleep with my head buried in her pussy
covered in her juices.
For the rest of the year my life with my mommy was perfect. She
decided to let some man run father’s company for her as she spent her
days living the life of luxury that she so deserved and I slowly became
more than her step-daughter, but a young trophy that she happily showed
off to all the men and women who looked at her in envy as she enjoyed
the finest earthly desires while being attended to by a nubile young
girl her served her with slavish devotion.
When the police told us that our father couldn’t be found and the
lawyers agreed that he was effectively as good as dead, I thought that
she would be sad since I knew she loved him so much. But she just
smiled at me and told me that my father was in a better place and as
happy as I was. That was enough to make me feel happy too, not only
because I knew mommy was always right, but because the thought of my
father being as happy as I was comforted me. When the lawyers told me
that I would inherit everything, as the prenup she had signed with him
had stipulated, I told them I was more than happy to transfer everything
into my mommy’s name because she was so good at taking care of things
like that.
All of that led to today’s private gathering at our house. She had
invited some men over to celebrate my father’s life and also to announce
her plans. I thought some of father’s friends would be coming over,
but I recognized that these were men that my father had hated. They
each greeted my mother with a kiss, which made me uncomfortable, but I
knew better than to react. Then I saw the man I knew was my father’s
most hated rival enter the house, with a timid looking woman ambling
behind him like an obedient pet following her master. I thought she
looked familiar… but I think I recognized her devotion to her master as
the same as my devotion to my mother. She was so meek and shy, but I
could tell she was so happy to stand by her man’s side… just as happy as
I was to be with my mommy.
My father’s rival eyed me up and down, making me feel extremely
self-conscious of my body as he did so, and started laughing before
turning to mommy and telling her that she did such a great job making
two perfect simpering sissies. I started trembling, because his words
were biting but I didn’t know why I was so offended, but I felt my
mother’s arm wrap around my shoulders as she gave me a hug and calmed me
down. She made a comment about how perfectly their plan had went but
that she wanted to keep her own toy before giving me a kiss. They
talked about working out an arrangement as she led my father’s rival
into the house and to the back yard with the other guests.
They talked business for a while, with some details far beyond what I
needed to know in my silly little head about how she would sell the
business to my father’s rival and the other men that she had gathered.
While this was all going on, my mother and my rival said that I should
keep his pet company and put on a show while they talked business, and
with some words of encouragement, I began kissing this strange woman as
if she was my mother. I heard the men laugh as they mentioned something
about how great it was to watch the faggot and his faggot son become
sissy playthings, but I put it off as something that only my betters
understood and focused on kissing the strangely familiar older woman in
front of me.
Soon after the discussions were over, the men broke the two of us
apart and dragged the older woman with them to the middle of the yard. I
watched as my mother sat on the grass and told me to lay down in front
of her, resting my head on her lap. I watched in fascination as the men
began to strip and starting spit-roasting the woman in front of me,
staring in fascination at the devotion she had at pleasing the men as
she happily took cocks in her waiting mouth and cunt. I could smell the
scent of sex emanate from my mother’s pussy as she was clearly getting
excited watching what these men were doing to this woman.
I wanted to pout, but I knew that it wasn’t my place to stop her from
experiencing pleasure. She looked down at me and told me that she
would teach me how please men like the slut I was watching because that
was the deal she had made, and told me how she was going start fucking
my own cunt and ass with what she called a “strap-on”. I started to
whimper, afraid that she was giving me away to the men who were
gangraping their slave in front of me, but she reached down to kiss me
in my forehead and told me that she would always be my mommy and would
always take care of me. That made me relax and smile as I watched the
woman’s reaction to being pounded by the men. The woman that the men
called a “faggot” looked so happy, and I know my mommy would always look
out for me and would want me to be happy too.
I looked forward to being fucked… because after all, mommy knows best.
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