Warning: This is the eighth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.
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After Patty made love to me with the strap-on, we laid together for quite a while in her bed just kissing, snuggling and cooing to each other. I don't ever remember feeling so loved and so cherished as I did right then. I suppose I should have been filled with remorse and shame after taking her strap-on up my backside, but, I wasn't. In fact, I smiled to myself as we lay there, remembering how good it felt and thinking it felt genuinely satisfying.
She'd long since taken the fake cock out of my mouth and tossed it on the floor. She was just holding me and telling me what a good girl I was -- how proud she was of me and what a good daughter I was. For the most part, I simply closed my eyes and let her dote over me. I could tell she was overwhelmed with emotion and feeling, too...... and so was I, but having just been fucked in the ass by my girlfriend, and having thoroughly enjoyed it -- all I wanted to do was lie there and bask in the afterglow of being her make believe daughter. Honestly, I felt so accepting of what we'd done; I didn't care about anything else other than how much I loved her.
After a while, Patty asked me if I was okay -- specifically, was I okay emotionally after our little Mother-Daughter role play and after just taking her strap-on up my butt. I smiled and told her I was fine. It was true -- I wasn't in any kind of discomfort and I can't even begin to describe how good it felt. As far as I was concerned, it was perfect.
"No regrets?" She inquired. "Did I go too far? Did you enjoy it? Come on, Baby, tell me what's going through your head right now."
After a second, I kissed her and answered her questions, saying, "I'm not sure how to explain it." I went on to tell her that I didn't have any regrets what so ever, and she didn't go too far. I told her I loved it and more than that - I loved her for taking charge and leading me through it. I explained to her that my previous feelings of apprehension, fear, and anxiety were completely erased. When she asked what I meant, I told her it's like when you do something you never thought you could do -- something that you didn't think you could accomplish, and then after you've done it, you realize that you could have always done it.
"You'd want to do it again?" Patty asked.
"I'd love that," I replied, "but, Patty," I paused to look at her, "you have to promise me this is only going to be between us..... between me and you."
"Sweetheart," she answered, "I understand, but, can you be honest with me about a couple of things?"
Patty asked me if she'd rekindled any of the feelings my Mother had brought about so many years ago and I told her she most certainly did. Then she asked me point blank if I could ever see myself doing these exact same things with a real man..... sucking a real cock and having my ass fucked by a real cock. "Yes." I reluctantly answered.
"Baby," she replied, "I hate to tell you this, but, I suspected that ever since you first told me about you and your Mom. You've never been satisfied or fulfilled with what she gave you, were you? She gave you a little taste of being a girl and then she left you wanting more. You're living a double life, Paul." Patty continued. "Don't you see?" She asked. "You're a man, but part of you yearns to go back and be your mother's daughter again, and finish what you started with her. You've really got some unresolved issues there."
The instant Patty said it, I immediately understood what she was getting at and while we lay together, hugging each other on her bed, everything became clear. There was part of me that wanted to go back and wear my sister's panties again.... and wear her Baby Doll night gowns again, and be my Mother's daughter again. It was at the root of everything.
As I was thinking about my epiphany, Patty reached her hand down and pulled the waistband of my panties away from my body. "Oh, Paul!" She sighed.
Looking down, I could see exactly why she'd said my name. There were thick globs of sperm and pools of cum inside my panties -- the sticky, wet remains of my explosive climax.
"Let's take these panties off you, shall we?" Patty suggested as she smiled up at me.
My A-Cup angel got up and shuffled around to my side of the bed and hooked her fingers into my panties and slowly pulled them off and cradled them in her hands. Then, lying back down next to me, she turned the panties inside out and held them so we both could see. "I just love the feel of warm cum in my mouth," Patty moaned and she peered into my cum soaked panties, "want to help me with these?"
Before I could answer, Patty zeroed in on a big glob of cum, moved my panties to her mouth and licked off the glob in one big lick. Then, catching me by surprise, she leaned over and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth as she did. We must have spent the next ten minutes kissing like this, each of us taking turns licking cum out of my panties and then swapping it back and forth while we kissed. When it came time for me to take a lick, she would find a spermy spot and hold the panties to my lips and she'd say, "Take a lick, Sissy."
Soon, the panties were clean and Patty decided it was time to clean me up. So, turning herself around and throwing her leg across my chest, Patty took my cock in her mouth while she sat her hairless, cherry pussy down on my face.
I always loved it when she did this -- sat on my face, I mean. The feel of her smooth lips and the sweet muskiness of her juices as she hovered over me was wonderful. I could use my hands to steer her one way or the other; positioning her so I could easily lick anywhere I wanted. The clean up was, in my option, just as much fun as the sex play. We'd spoken many times about my interest and fantasies for cream pie and my willingness to have her sit on my face when she had a load of cum inside her. She would always listen politely and remind me she had to stay a virgin until she was married, but, I could see in her eyes that she was delighted by the idea I would eat cum from her freshly fucked pussy.
Another shining example of the way our sex life gracefully intertwined happened shortly after she'd introduced me to the strap-on. Patty convinced me to go out to Angie's 'Villa', as she called it. It was an hour outside of town, located well off the main roads. Patty suggested the trip for three reasons: first, so I could see with my own eyes what Angie does; second, to spend some time alone with Angie talking about some of the conflicts I was dealing with -- the whole man / mother / daughter thing; and third, to perhaps find some solutions to my unusual set of sexual conflicts.
The idea definitely struck a chord in my mind -- I mean, it made sense to go. You know, a man just doesn't wear Baby Doll nighties, a bra and panties, suck on a fake cock and take a strap-on up his butt with out having some conflicts about those things; not to mention some conflicts about his own masculinity. Answers would be a good thing; and the more Patty explained to me what Angie did, the more I was convinced it was something we ought to do. I even gave Patty full permission to call Angie and talk to her ahead of time about my relationship with my mother and my feminine desires, and Patty had done so -- at least three or four times that I knew of -- for more than an hour each time.
When I asked Patty what she and Angie talked about, she told me without holding anything back. Things like: my past activities with my mother, my panty fetish, the strap-on, my masturbation habits, my interest in cream pie, how we shopped for bras, the thing with Fred that night at the store, and a lot more. I couldn't get mad at Patty for sharing all my sexual habits and secrets with Angie -- I did tell her it was okay to talk to her. I thought she was going to save me at least a little dignity, though.
I was a little embarrassed to think about discussing this stuff with Angie. After all, she was almost a virtual stranger to me, but, there was something extremely exciting about it, too. Angie obviously had a great deal of experience with fetishes and sexual kinks. I knew she was a Domme, and from what Patty told me, a very successful one. She had an exclusive list of clients who visited her regularly. Angie also took special clients for 'one-on-one' and 'refresher' sessions. Patty took some time to explain to me, in her own words, what Angie did, saying "People come to Angie for training and advice, as well as fantasy and role play. She only works with males," Patty continued, "but she'll also include the man's wife, girlfriend, mother, sister and any other primary or secondary females to the male." I could only surmise that Angie was very thorough.
Apparently, by the time someone comes to Angie, they are mighty serious about wanting to accomplish something or reach some goal, demonstrated by the fact that Angie charged one thousand dollars a day, regardless of what you want. For that price, you get a tailor made solution either personally delivered by Angie, or by her assistants under Angie's direct and constant supervision.
"Angie works with men that need or want to be feminized, sissified or punished," Patty went on to say. "It could be a fantasy they've always dreamed about which they want Angie to make come true, or, in some cases it's training or transformation, and they all come quite willingly. I've seen it, Paul," Patty added, "I've actually been there and seen what she does. This woman can tell what a man wants and needs."
So, with Patty's encouragement, I agreed to go see Angie. Of course, I didn't mind Patty going with me; by this time there were no secrets between us. I even agreed to put myself in Angie's hands -- alone - for a while. I promised Patty I'd be honest with her -- answer all her questions, and do as I was asked, regardless of what it was. That last part was a little unsettling to me, but Patty told me there was nothing to worry about.
On the way out there, we talked a little more about what Angie does at her Villa. "Some males have a need to be punished by a dominant woman." Patty began. "Maybe it's a fantasy or it could be a deep seated desire. Sometimes, a client comes to Angie for punishment because he's been given an ultimatum by his primary female. Usually," Patty went on, "the females are allowed to join the male after the first or second day and spend three to five days at the Villa so they can watch and get the hang of punishing him themselves."
