Foreword:

"And why do you think of an erect penis and small breasts?" my therapist asked me.

"Why not, they go together," I replied, while I was messing around with some crayons.

"Do you think of your penis erect when you think of breasts, or someone else's?"

"I dunno."

"Would you prefer you had a vagina?"

"Those are neat too."

"Would you prefer you had a penis?"

"Well, I do have a penis."

"Would you prefer you had breasts?"

"Yes. I'm a girl."

"I see." He wrote more down.

This is pretty much the way our conversations go. Dr. Fint asks me lots of questions turned all inside out, and I answer.

"So you'd prefer to have breasts and a penis?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Seems right, I guess."

"Right according to what?"

"I dunno."

"Do you imagine being like that, or do you know someone like that?"

"Well, I'm here because my Mom caught me with her vibrator in my bottom while I was watching shemale porn."

"You're here because of ongoing issues, and yes, your Mom mentioned that. So my question is, do you know any transsexual people?"

"I… I don't think so."

"What about 6 years ago, when you were 5?"

"What about it?"

"Why did you go to therapy then?"

"I didn't go to therapy then."

"Yes, you did," and he held up a paper with a paragraph typed on it.

"I don't remember that."

Dr. Dint looked at the paper, "You went for half a year."

"I don't remember that."

"For trauma, that's all it says."

"I don't remember that."

"Were you sexually abused when you were younger, Elan?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"What do you remember from when you were 5 or younger?"

"Um, nothing."

"You said before you found a box of your father's pornographic material when you were younger."

"Yeah, I found a red box that said 'Dad' on it."

"And in that box were pictures of a naked transsexual?"

"Yeah, blonde-haired. Real pretty. It wasn't… pornography, just pretty pictures. A couple of pictures of a little girl in a sundress too."

"Is that when you began your fascination with transsexuals?"

"I guess so… I don't know."

"When did your father leave?"

"He never left. He never lived with us; my mom said that was just some box of pictures he kept from before I was born."

Dr. Fint stared at his computer for a while.

*****

My Mom worked weird hours. Sometimes she'd go to work 5 days straight from 9 to 5, sometimes she wouldn't work 5 days, and then she'd be gone all night. She still read the classified for new jobs every day, even though she was fully employed. "Just to know what the market looks like." She would smile as she noted the employment situation in the area's largest companies.

She spent as much time with me as she could. She took care of me. Every once in a while, she'd give me a super aspirin from a locked shelf in the downstairs bathroom, if she thought I was feeling blue.

She taught me everything there is to know about keeping neat and clean. We exercised at least 3 times a week. "Long and lean muscles, honey, long and lean," she'd say. She taught me how to take care of my "lovely" skin, she called it, and always insisted on a proper amount of "beauty rest," moisturizers, and subtle perfumes. She taught me how to keep my rosebud pure and clean and well-conditioned.

I learned to be pretty independent from kindergarten on. She'd leave breakfast in the refrigerator if she wouldn't be there. I could make my own sandwiches, do my homework without her telling me, and fiddle around until she got home without making any trouble.

She's a model. You'd know that if you saw her. I never got to see her model, but sometimes she'd let me watch her dress before a big shoot. I'd watch her do her makeup in front of a lit mirror in her underwear. She was so precise in her deft movements. Expertise. And so beautiful. I was always drawn to her. She'd finish her mascara and look at me and smile as she batted her eyelashes at me.

She'd stand in front of a full-length mirror and look over her lean body front and back. She'd adjust her bra straps, twirl an errant lock of hair, and bite her lower lip to herself in the mirror.

Sometimes she'd come home from work late, looking all disheveled, and rush by me to her bathroom, where I could hear the shower running. I'd tiptoe outside her bedroom door, and listen and wonder if she was okay, but she was always okay. You'd see; the next day she'd be making an omelet for me; smiling and joking in a negligee and high heels.

When I was about 9 or 10, I think I started becoming "attracted" to my Mom. I'm not sure if that's the word for it, but I definitely loved her, and couldn't wait to see her again when she left for work. She always smelled so good. She was always so perfect. She could always make me happy.

I asked her, "Why don't you let me wear girls' clothes, like you used to?"

"I never used to."

"Didn't you? Well, you let me wear a leotard to do aerobics with you."

"That's different, that's just me and you exercising."

The truth is, I had been rifling through my mom's lingerie for years. One day, a red box appeared on top of her chest of drawers, and I found the vibrator inside. Didn't take me long to figure out how to use it.

So… she caught me. She asked things like: what are you doing, why are you doing it, and did I like that kinda thing?

Later, while I lay crying underneath the covers on my bed, I heard my Mom's muffled phone conversation downstairs, long into the night.

The next morning, mother was making us breakfast. I slowly walked into the kitchen and pulled out a chair, thinking maybe everything was back to normal. But it wasn't. I could tell, when she turned around with a troubled look on her face, saw me, and tried to smile.

What is wrong with me? Why did I do it? Why did I have to do it? I didn't want to make Mom sad. I loved her.

She put some pancakes on a plate for me. I somberly looked down at them and didn't feel hungry at all. She pushed my blonde hair out of my face and gently caressed my cheek, "It's okay, honey. Everything is going to be okay."

I started crying. She bent over and held my head against her breast, "It's okay, really. Don't cry, Elan. Don't cry." I smelled my Mom's perfume and looked up at her beautiful, delicate face. "It's okay. We are going to work through this. There's a person we are going to take you to talk to. He's a specialist… a smart person for the kind of problem we have. We'll talk to him and you'll see. Everything is going to be okay."

I didn't like the sound of that. I felt dread in my stomach, but if Mom said it would all be okay, I would try to believe her. I wanted to believe everything would be okay. I wanted to know what was wrong with me.

Later that day, when I got home from school, I quietly closed the door, listening for any sounds of my Mom. Her car wasn't outside, and she wasn't due home from work for 2 hours, but I wanted to make sure. I dropped off my school bag in my room and took off my jacket, then I tiptoed down the hallway to my Mom's room and slowly opened the door.

There was a handwritten note on top of her chest of drawers:

"Don't touch my panties.

Love, Mom."

Ugh.

When Mom got home, she made sure my homework was finished, said we'd have dinner after we went to see the therapist, and out of the door we went.

Dr. Fint and I talked about "gay" in my sessions, and sex with men. I really didn't know anything about all that, outside of a couple of porn videos. I could only answer honestly. I was a girl in my heart and that was that. I wanted to be with a man, I think, somehow, but I didn't want a father. It wasn't a daddy issue, no matter how much I think Dr. Fint wanted it to be. I don't know what conclusions he came to, but the end result was: I was seeing him 3 times a week.

We talked about all manner of things. Much of it seemed random to me, but one central theme was sexuality. I started looking forward to the sessions. The more I talked, the more my unspoken desires came into shape. The fact is, I always felt like I was a girl. The fact is, my Mom's the most beautiful woman in the world, and I wanted to be like her.

Mom's what men call a French beauty. Elegant and sophisticated. Even at 30, which seems like it must be super old to me, she was clearly very sexy. When Mom walks into a room, everyone stops what they are doing to get an eyeful of Juliet Brouchard. Men and women. I always felt a pang of… maybe jealousy? Is that the word? I didn't know for sure what everyone wanted from her, but I wanted that kind of power.

I think the doctor thought it might be because I really had no father-figure in my life, and maybe it was a phase. But it wasn't that.

*****

After a month of sessions, we went to see other doctors and took all kinds of tests. Mom said she had to talk to the doctors and go to see the therapist for an hour to "straighten some things out." Mom seemed to be pleased by whatever the doctors were telling her, and things changed around the house. I was allowed to dress more "gender-neutral" they call it. Also, Mom bought me girls' cotton panties, which I wore all the time, so I wouldn't feel compelled to steal her underwear.

I did have 2 skirts I could wear around the house, but not to school. They were both very plain and coarse. Not sexy at all. Mom let my hair grow. My dream was to grow it as long as her beautiful blonde hair, but she wouldn't allow that yet. She wouldn't even let me get it styled like a girl. I thought it just looked a mess, but she did let me use 2 of her barrettes around the house.

One day, I was watching TV with her, my legs folded up under me. It was a Saturday, so I was wearing one of the skirts and the only light spaghetti-strap shirt she let me have. My hair was back in the barrettes, and I was chewing a fingernail, just looking at my Mom. She had lovely manicured nails and layered blonde hair cascading around her shoulders and down her back. She had a tight black v-neck blouse of thin material, and her pert boobs jutted out perfectly. I could see the top of her breasts swelling out of the blouse.

She isn't "big". My Mom is a petite woman, but very lithe and sensual in every movement she makes. She's like human art, that's what I call it. She's mesmerizing. Everyone says I get all my looks from her, but I'm just a scrawny 11-year-old boy.

She looked over at me and could tell I'd been staring at her and spazzing about something.

"Elan… stop."

"What?"

"Don't 'what' me. I can see you squirming." She reached out, poked me in the ribs, and smiled.

I smiled back, and she got up on her knees and tickled me on both sides of my rib cage. I started giggling and got a big whiff of her perfume. I felt intoxicated by her female aroma, stopped laughing, and just put my arms around her waist as she poked me in the ribs.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Elan," she responded.

"I love you."

She held my chin in her hand, brought her face near mine. "I love you too, honey." We looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"Listen Elan, I've been having some conversations with your therapist and the doctors…"

I gulped.

"Don't worry, honey; remember I told you we'd figure this out?"

"Yeah."

"We think it would be a good idea to put you in a special school, so you could be more at ease."

"What kind of special school?" I asked.

"A school for people who grow up differently…"

"Differently? You mean not normal?"

"…special kids who are different, not abnormal. A place where you'd be more free to be yourself…"

"You mean I can start dressing as a girl?" I hoped that's what she meant.

"Well, you'll have more freedom to dress how you like; we can play that by ear, honey. The thing is," She bit her lower lip, "The thing is, we think it's a good idea to start you on some treatments too…"

"What kind of treatments, Mom? Are they going to do weird things to me…"

"Oh honey, no one is going to do anything to you that you don't want, okay?" she said, seeing I was suddenly worried. "It's hormone treatments. Especially made for special people like you. You'll get some pills to block some of the effects of puberty, so you won't turn into a man…. and some injections to make you more of a girl."

My eyes went big.

"Is that scaring you honey? If you don't want that, no one is going to do anything to you; you don't have to worry…"

"Oh God no, Mom. That is exactly what I want, I've been telling my therapist that for ages! I want exactly that!" I threw my arms around her neck. "I love you, Mom. I think you are the most beautiful person in the world, and I want to be just like you!" I kissed her on her forehead.

I would have to finish off the last month of elementary school, and then after the summer I would be going to a special school for LGBTQ kids. I wasn't sure that was exactly what I wanted, but if I got to be more of a girl and less of a boy, I'd literally go anywhere other than a school where my mere presence would be a big issue.

At the beginning of the summer I started my treatments, and got a much more liberal wardrobe. I asked Mom if I was costing her a lot of money… I was getting concerned about that. How much trouble was I causing for my beautiful Mom? She told me not to worry, because she was going to have to buy me new clothes over the summer anyway, considering I'd probably go through a growth spurt with boy hormones in me. Now, the same money was just spent for something else. She said insurance covered my therapy, but the special hormone treatments she'd have to pay for until insurance approved it… at some unknown point. I asked her how much that cost, but she said not to worry about it.

We were doing okay, I guess, with mom's work. We had a 3 bedroom, 2½ bath house in the suburbs, and a small lawn. We lived in a nice neighborhood, and… there was another thing for me to worry about. What about our neighbors? Would they give my Mom a hard time when they noticed her boy Elan was becoming a girl?

Mom told me to stop worrying about so many things. She would figure it all out.

At the end of July, I went to see a specialist. It was to check on my "development". I was totally used to seeing doctors now. Dr. Abrams had me take all my clothes off except my pink panties, and stand on the scale. I looked at myself in the mirror across the room. The panties did hike up nice on my bottom, I thought.

"Seventy-eight pounds [35Kg]. Four foot nine [142cm]," he said as he rifled through some papers. "According to your info, both your parents are quite short. Five foot one [152cm], and five foot two [155cm]."

I was still looking at myself and noticing subtle differences. My hair was growing longer, and Mom had trimmed it straight with bangs, in a girls' style. I turned my backside to the mirror across the room again, and the doctor told me to stop squirming around as he tapped his clipboard with a pen.

"Sit up on the examining table, young lady," he said.

I smiled as I hopped up… happy he called me 'young lady'. I swung my legs back and forth, still smiling. He asked me some questions and wrote things down on his paper. He put the stethoscope on my chest and had me breathe. I could smell rubbing alcohol on him, and cinnamon gum. My sense of smell had become super-sensitive.

He put the stethoscope down on his shoulders and started rubbing my nipples with his cold hands. "Oh!" I wasn't expecting that.

"Do these hurt?" he asked.

"These what?"

"Your nipples." he said.

"Nope, not really." I just sat there smiling about being recognized as a girl while the doctor rubbed my nipples, kicking my skinny pale legs back and forth.

"It looks like your areolas have grown considerably, and you are a little puffy."

"Oh," I said. For some reason I put my thumb in my mouth and started sucking on it as the doctor rubbed me. Then I accidentally brushed my foot on the side of his leg while I was kicking back and forth.

The doctor inhaled and looked into my eyes. I left my foot touching him for fun, and he kept his hands on my chest. My eyes were drawn to his crotch, like it was a natural instinct to just look there while I sucked on my thumb.

He had a bulge. I think the doctor had an erection. He was touching me while he had an erection. Did he have an erection when he came in the room, or did I make him get an erection? I took my thumb out of my mouth with a pop, and blushed.

"Well, yes," the doctor said as he took his big hands off me and turned away, "You seem to be perfectly healthy… and quite a lovely little girl." Then I really blushed and actually felt a stir in my panties. I hadn't had anything close to a boner in a month now.

Dr. Abram seemed like a nice man, but he was ancient, like at least 50. Did men that old like special girls like me? He said I was lovely. Did that mean he'd like to do things with me, or only real girls who were as pretty as me? I started thinking about what men must like to do with little girls like me.

"You can get dressed again," the doctor said. "I have some paperwork to fill out yet, which you can give to your Mom."

"Okay," I said and hopped off the table. The doctor went behind some screen, and I went to examine myself in the mirror. It's true, I did look like a pretty little girl. My hair was becoming finer; more like Mommy's every day, and my face was as sweet and petite as hers. It looked to me like my lips were getting bigger. Mom had plucked and shaped my eyebrows. My eyes were the same pale blue as hers. Mom said men can't resist girls like us. Tiny and creamy and light and pink. That's what Mom says.

Those rings around my nipples were bigger and pink. I smiled. No boobs yet though. My waist was very thin and lean. My hips were more girlish than they had been, which seemed to present my bellybutton more. Like I feel like I'm getting curved out at my belly, and my butt in the opposite direction. I looked down to my pretty panties and saw my naughty bulge. My toenails were painted pink. Then I turned around again and pulled my panties up nice and tight so that they slipped into my crack. I wiggled my butt back and forth. I think I looked nice.

I heard the doctor make some grunting noise from behind the screen, and saw a shadow of his hand moving rapidly over something.

Oh my God.

I hurried over to my clothes and pulled the pale yellow sundress over my head, "I'm ready for that paperwork now, Dr. Abrams. I got to go see my Mom," I exclaimed.

"Well… yes of course." I heard some rustling around, and he emerged from the screen. I immediately looked down to his crotch and noticed the same bulge. He handed me the papers. "There you are, young lady."

There were a couple drops of yellowish goo on the paper. I looked back up to his bulge and noticed his pants were a little wet. "Well… okay, I'll just give these to her!" I hurried out of the room.

Oh my God.

I shut the door and stood there.

I sniffed the goo on the paper and I knew what that was. Man stuff from his penis. It smelled like what a man must smell like. I licked the first glob off and tasted it. I ran my tongue around in my mouth and went back to lick the other drop off. I tried to analyze the smell and taste of it. So this must be what a man tastes like.

"Ready to go, honey?"

I handed my Mom the papers, and didn't tell her about my encounter with Dr. Abrams.

I thought about Dr. Abrams on the ride home. I wonder if he is in love with me. What do men do when they are in love with you? Would he give me presents and take me out to dinner? I thought, maybe he is married and he'd have to get a divorce now. I'd have to tell him he can't love me. I'd just have to break it to him.

"What are you dreaming about, honey?" my Mom asked.

"Oh… I was just thinking, when can I start using makeup?"

"Cool your jets, girl. We'll talk about it soon." She started laughing.

*****

In August I had a decent wardrobe. 4 sets of shoes (one pair even had half-inch heels for girls), 5 dresses, 5 blouses, 2 sets of shorts, assorted pantyhose, 10 panties (which were all cotton), 2 one-piece swimsuits and even one bikini set, and the addition of 5 trainer bras!

The training bras are awesome. I'm like a big girl now. My breasts started growing a little. The areolas are a bright pink, and there's clearly some puffiness pointing them straight out from my chest. They throb sometimes, and Mom gives me ice cubes to put on them.

I put on my bikini to go to the pool with Mom. I tucked my little penis down between my legs. Mom says it won't grow any more probably, and that's good. I cover my nipples with the top and try sticking them out a bit more, but I think I look silly doing that. I'd like to get a bikini tan, but Mom says pale girls like us need to be real careful in the sun.

At the pool a boy tried flirting with me at the concession stand, and I had no idea what to say. An older girl with big tits came along, and he forgot all about me.

I cried all the way home while my Mom patted my shoulder. I'm really an emotional wreck lately. I did get a real nice light tan though. When I get naked, the shape of my bikini top makes my pale breasts look bigger, and my ass and hips definitely give me a thrill. Someday someone will think I'm sexy and love me.

In September we decided my name was officially Elana for school. That's how I will be known.

My first day I wore a heavy plaid skirt, a short-sleeved white button down with a white trainer, and sneakers with long white socks. My hair was pulled straight back in a ponytail, and I didn't wear any makeup. I wanted to be as plain-jane as possible until I got my bearings.

What a zoo.

Turns out that Worthington High is more like a mental ward. It isn't just a LBGTQ school, although there are some, it's more of a school for troubled kids. A bunch of angry people with emotional problems I can't fathom. Everyone is just mean and stupid. I hate it.

By the third week, I settle into a routine. It isn't all that bad. There's some girls like me, but most people seem much older and not very nice. There's a lot of big people who just run me over in the halls. Whatever.

One day in October I put on something a little more girly. A short tennis skirt and a tight pink top that highlight my training bra and the little breasts I'm growing. Mom lets me put on pink lipstick and some eyeshadow. I'm pretty sure I'd pass as sexy.

Some big guy ran me over in the hall before last period and knocked my books all over the place, then yelled back at me, "Faggot!" I bent to pick them up. When I got my last book I looked back and the janitor was staring at me. I smiled and waved. He didn't say anything. Well, at least that old black man thinks I'm sexy. Pretty sure.

I felt like I might have a bruise on my elbow from getting run over, and wondered if it was showing. That would mess up my perfect creamy skin. I asked the teacher if I could be excused for the bathroom.

While walking down the hallway, I felt a huge hand go over my whole face, and I was jerked into a dark room.

This was the first time I was raped.

"Oh, there's Jenkins' new special girlfriend. I am so glad to see you, darlin'," he said with his hand over my face. I tried to yell, but I couldn't even breathe. I felt his other hand run over my body and roughly grab my shoulder, and then wrap around my throat. "Don't you try to scream again, or I will kill you, you got it?"

I frantically shook my head, hoping he'd take his hand off and let me breathe. He did take his hand off, and then slapped me hard across the face, sending me to the floor. We were in the janitor's office, I think; it was so dark I couldn't be sure. I looked at the door and thought about running, but then he was on me and slapped me again. I felt my head shake and rattle with pain. He leaned over me and I could smell the janitor's foul breath. "Now be a good girl."

He reached under my skirt and rubbed my little penis through the panties. He stuck his hand in my panties and squeezed me hard a couple times. Then he pushed my head down to the floor with one hand, and undid his belt buckle with the other.

"Don't… I'll be good… don't…"

"Shut up and open up your mouth, little girl."

"Don't, I won't tell…"

I smelt his nasty dick by my nose. It touched me on the nose, then lay across my cheek. It felt warm and long, but I couldn't see how big it was.

"Open your mouth now."

I opened my mouth, and he forcefully repositioned my head so it was facing the ceiling. I felt the big, spongy tip of his penis in my mouth, but then he couldn't get an angle to push it in. He growled. He stood up, and I wanted to vomit. He put his foot on my waist and pushed down hard so that all my breath was forced out of me. The world started going dark.

I heard a click, and an overhead light went on. The bulb swung back and forth. The janitor went to a corner of the room, knocked a bunch of crap off a long stool and dragged it over to me. I was choking and trying to get my breath back. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up over the bench with my feet stumbling underneath me.

"No… please…" I muttered.

"Shut up. Open your mouth."

I was stretched out across the bench on my tummy, about a foot underneath his swinging cock. I looked up. It was big. It was a big, black penis in front of my face.

"No."

He slapped me hard. I tried to get some air in me so I could scream or cry, and he rammed his big, hard dick in my mouth again. He held all my hair gathered up in one hand, tugged it tight, and held my back down at my waist with the other.

I was squirming around, choking on his monster and kicking. "Oh, your pink panties are so cute, little girl. Did you wear them just for me?"

I was choking. He had the head of his cock pushing against the back of my throat, and he was trying to get it down my windpipe. I could smell his manhood as I struggled to get some air in through my nose, and then he shoved it down my throat.

I passed out.

When I woke up again, he was behind me pulling my panties down.

"Please… no," I said with a mouth full of slobber and precum.

He ripped my panties off, sniffed them, then stuck them in his shirt pocket. "Emm, you smell sooo sweet," he whispered.

I looked back and saw him spit on his hands and rub his dick, then bend over me and line up his cock to my bottom.

I felt tremendous pain in my hiney as his thick head entered me. He leaned over me and licked the back of my neck. "So nice," he whispered in my ear. "You're like a piece of candy, little girl. Never tasted anything so sweet in my life."

He slowly pushed his cock up into me. I lifted my mouth to scream, and he put a big hand all over my face again, cutting off my oxygen.

"Emmmmm, so good," he grunted.

I tried screaming again and again, but it just came out as a muffled sound in his hand.

I felt his giant, hairy balls rubbing against my little sack, and he just lay down on top of me, crushing the air out of my lungs. His penis was fully inside me, and it felt like he was tearing me apart. I stretched my neck, turning my face up to the ceiling in excruciating pain.

I passed out.

When I woke up again, he was fucking me like a ragdoll. If this is what men do to girls, I don't want to be with a man. He might kill me, so maybe that won't be a problem.

His huge dick was knocking me up the wooden stool, and he had his hands around my waist to pull me back down again. I felt like a jackhammer was splitting me in half.

"Please I can't breathe…"

"Don't worry, I'll fill you up soon little girl, and it will all be over."

My little penis was getting mashed on the stool as he mated me. My asshole was pulling on his cock as he rocked me forward and drew me back. It felt so tight. My ass wouldn't let his hard rod go. I sobbed.

He grunted and lay down on top of me, knocking all of the wind out of me again. I felt what must be semen filling me up.

"Oh, oh yeah…. so good. Sweet ass. So good."

He had, like, these spasms, and kept shoving his dick in me, pushing down harder on me, and I passed out again. My first "sex" was going to be my last, I thought.

When I woke up, my face was in a puddle of my own slobber. I could feel my bottom was wet and cold and sore. I slowly walked to the door and smoothed my little skirt down to make sure I was covered. I felt like I was dying. I opened the door, and there were people going down the hallways to the buses out front. I just stumbled in with them, found my bus, and hid in the back.

There was a pool of cum coming out of me, and I tried shifting my skirt out from underneath my bottom, so it wouldn't stain. I put my bare butt on the seat and winced. My naked penis rested on the cool seat. I touched my ribs to see if anything was broken. I looked around, and no one was looking at me.

When I got home, I took a shower and rinsed off my bottom. I looked at my face in the mirror. It was red, but I wasn't bleeding anywhere. I got into bed and cried myself to sleep under the covers.

"Elana! Elana. Are you going to wake up?" my Mom said as she was knocking on the door.

I peeked out from under the covers. It was morning.

"Ah… no, I'm sick, Mom!" I yelled back.

"Okay. I'm running late for work; there's breakfast in the kitchen. I love you, honey."

"Love you!" I responded.

My head hurt. I went to the bathroom and got a drink, then crawled right back in bed and went to sleep, still naked.

I woke up around noon and put on some pyjamas. I sighed and went into the kitchen. There was a message from school on the phone. I gasped. Maybe they found out, and Mr. Jenkins was in jail. I listened. They found my bag at school and wanted to know what the deal was. I called up, and said that I was sick… and please… I'd be back tomorrow.

I ate breakfast, put some first-aid ointment all over my face, ribs, and butt, and went back to sleep.

I woke up at four. I went and got some Tylenol for a headache. I took another shower and rinsed off inside my hiney real good with the handheld. I checked my ribs. No damage. I got out of the shower, held a mirror to my asshole and looked down. It was the same rosy-pink color as my nipples. It looked fine. I turned to the bathroom mirror and looked at my nipples. Yup, the same color.

I blow-dried my hair and combed it, looking in the mirror at my face. My lips look bigger and rosy-pink like my nipples and asshole and my little penis head. Probably men can't resist me when they see this rosy-pink color. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my room. My waist is very slim and lean. There's the slight flare of my girlish hips… I wiggled my little penis back and forth. I'm what Mom calls "A tight package." I turned around and looked at my ass. It did look good. Very young and feminine. I wonder if that's when Mr. Jenkins noticed me. When I bent over he must have been looking at my behind. Probably men can't resist that and feel like they need to stick their big dicks in little girl's asses if they see them. Probably that's what happened.

I used beeswax to recondition my rosebud, then moisturized my entire body. I sprayed some light lavender and rose water on my neck and chest. I went back to the bathroom and brushed, flossed and gargled. I did some stretches to make sure my muscles were long and lean. I wonder if I can start wearing real bras now. I think I'm ready.

I got a pair of purple satin panties out of my top drawer, ran them up my lean legs, bent my penis down and under, and pulled the panties up. I put on a purple training bra to match, and went downstairs to start making dinner for Mom.

After dinner I asked my Mom if we could go buy me a real bra. I was wearing a thin white blouse over my purple training bra, and stuck out my chest, "See? People can see my nipples, Mom."

We were in the girls' section of a department store, and I talked my Mom into a couple g-strings and a small, tight, black skirt as well. "Okay, but not for school, young lady."

The next day, after we had breakfast, my Mom left for work, and I had just enough time to switch into my half-inch heels and my new tight skirt and g-string, to go with my real bra. I put on a wide v-neck sweater so people could see the straps of my bra. I put on some blush and pink lipstick while I was on the bus. I looked at my face in the compact mirror. I looked cute and ladylike. After all, I was a woman now.

I was really nervous walking down the school halls. I felt like maybe I was having mini panic attacks. I was shaking, and hoped that dirty old black man, Mr. Jenkins, didn't see me. I kept looking behind me to see if he was looking. There were some boys behind me checking me out, but no Mr. Jenkins.

Between second and third period, I stopped and stood alone in the hall by the janitor's office. I waited to see if he was seeing me. I even dropped my books by mistake in front of the door and bent over to get them. I didn't hear anyone.

Between third and fourth period I got caught in a mob of the big kids.I felt a couple of boys rubbing their penises up against me, and someone felt under my skirt to touch my bottom. I slapped the hand away and adjusted my bra-strap, pulling up on my growing breasts, which made my little penis jerk up for a second.

I hope Mr. Jenkins doesn't see me, I thought.

Fifth period we had gym class, where everyone wears the standard school uniform of big droopy shorts and thick t-shirts. It's really uncomfortable and boyish. I couldn't wait to get it off me and back in my girl clothes. Everyone has individual cubicles with separate doors, a very little changing room, and a little shower, since trying to arrange people by sex at Worthington High is too complicated for anyone to sort through.

While I was in the shower, I thought I heard someone open my door, but they can't do that because I was sure I locked it. I was sure I heard some rustling around on the other side of the glass door of my shower.

Then my shower door whooshed open and…

There was my rapist. Standing in front of me, naked. I cowered into the corner of the little shower and started crying immediately. He smiled. I covered my face with my hands and started shrinking to the floor. I looked through my fingers and saw his massive, fully erect cock getting closer to me as he got in the shower and closed the door behind him.

"You didn't think I would leave you unloved today, did you?"

"Don't hurt me, please."

"You think I didn't notice my sweet girl dressed all slutty for me?"

"Pleeeaase… no."

"I want you to always wear g-strings, like the one you're wearing today for me from now on."

I was sobbing when he grabbed my hands and easily pulled me up next to him. "I need some of that candy." he pulled me straight up into the air with my feet dangling, trying to find the floor. His large, erect penis rubbed against mine as he mashed his face into mine and kissed me on the lips. His giant tongue went into my mouth and swam around inside me. He put me down and held me to him. His adult rod rubbing on my little girl stomach.

I was crying as I looked up at him. "Here, sweetness," he grabbed the bar of soap, "get me nice and clean before I make love to you.

He grabbed my hand and stuck the bar of soap into it. "Whaaaaat?" I sobbed.

"Wash off my dick, candy, get it all nice before I put it into your lovely body."

I sobbed and looked down at his giant cock. I started rubbing the bar of soap on it. "That's it, get it all sudsy; now put down the soap and grab it with your hands, little girl. Get it all lathered up and jerk it off before I put it in you."

It was so big. I didn't know how he got it in me before. It was almost the length of my forearm, but I guess I am kinda tiny. How could any girl take a cock that big? How? I moved his giant adult cock from side to side, while I rinsed off the last of the soap.

"Oh that's a good little girl. So good. I love seeing your little white hands on my cock. Almost as much as I enjoyed your lovely lips spread open wide around it."

He turned the shower off, grabbed me by both arms with one hand, and lifted me out of the shower like a toy.

"Little rosy white girls like you need a big nigger dick in them. So they know what love truly is. Right?" He grabbed my towel off the wall and tossed it to me. "If I'm going to be your boyfriend, you're going to need to learn to take care of my cock." He smiled.

I was shaking and cowering next to the shower door, with the towel in my hands in front of me.

"Get up and dry me off, cunt."

I was sobbing and shaking as I ran the towel over his large chest real quick. He had some gray hairs on his chest, but he was very large and muscular. His arms were massive. I had to jump up to reach his shoulders. My little penis rubbed against his leg. "Now dry off the center of your universe," he said as he pointed at his erection. "Get it all nice before you take it in your mouth, honey."

He sat down on the one chair in the tiny room.

The room was all hot and steamy. I got on my knees in front of him and reached out with the towel. "Dry my balls first, candy." He got on the edge of the chair and spread his legs, so that his large erection stood out from his body. I slipped the towel underneath his balls and dried them. They were huge. There was probably a lot of semen in there, I thought. No wonder I had so much gunk leaking out of my bottom last time.

"Now dry off my cock and put it in your mouth like good little girls do."

I ran the towel up and down his shaft as I looked at it. I couldn't get my hands around it. His cock was so large. I can't imagine that inside me, I thought. I dropped the towel in the corner, grabbed my hair up in a bunch, and moved it to the side of my neck. He smiled.

I leaned down and held his cock with both hands towards my mouth. The head was kinda purple. I know he got this in my mouth before, I thought, so I can probably get it in easier from this position. I opened my pink lips as wide as I could, and lowered my face onto his cock.

"Yesssss," he said as I sucked his purple knob into my lips. I could taste some saltiness, some soap, some kind of musky flavor. I sniffed as I did this, and smelt the smell of man emanating from his body. He didn't smell anything like me or my Mom did.

"Jerk my cock in your mouth while you suck on it, honey." I used both hands to pull his cock into my mouth. I looked at the ebony color of his shaft against the pale white color of my little hands and my pink nail-polish. Probably men can't help themselves. They probably dream about my little body pleasuring them.

"Hold my cock and lick it from the bottom up."

I took the knob out of my mouth and stuck out my little pink tongue to the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the top. It probably feels real good to have a little girl do that. I held his cock with two hands, then I put the spongy head in my mouth again, and tasted the precum.

I popped the head out of my mouth and ran my tongue around inside my mouth to get a good taste of the precum. I guess little girls get used to the taste of their lover, which this man wasn't. He was my rapist. Not my lover. He raped me, and should probably be in jail.

I looked at my little bra on the hook on the wall while I tried to get more of his cock into my throat. I was really proud that I had my own bras now.

"Now honey, reach inside my pants pocket on the floor there." I popped the cock out of my mouth again, put my hand into his pants pocket, and found a plastic bottle.

"There. Open that up, lover. That's lube. You'll need that to make sure you can get all of my dick inside of you real smooth."

I opened the top and looked at him.

"Lube up your asshole, girl. Go, before I slap you," he growled.

I dropped the bottle, picked it up again, squirted a huge mass into my hands, and looked at him. "Stand up and get it in your ass now, or I'll dry stab you like before!"

I stood up and frantically started slipping my fingers into my bottom. He picked me up off the ground as I was doing this and put me on the chair. Now I was nearly as tall as him.

He kissed me on the lips as I was still running all my fingers, one at a time, into my asshole, to get this slippery lube up in there.

He put his hands on my tiny tits. "Man, I love these little knobs. So pink and yummy looking." He sucked my little boobs into his mouth one at a time. I knew it was my pink colors that made men need to stick their cocks in me. Knew it. I made a mental note to not let men see my pink color if I didn't want them to rape me any more, which I didn't.

He bent down and sucked my little cock into his mouth. Oh my god, I was fully erect again. He ran his big nasty tongue up my little body, over my belly button and tummy.

"You are so yummy. So delicious. So sweet."

He turned me around and pushed me back down. He spread my butt, and I felt his tongue go up my ass.

"OH!" I yelled.

"Shhhh," he said. "Quiet." I closed my mouth. He licked up and down my crack over and over, and then stuck his big tongue deep in me. I shivered.

"Every inch of you is pure candy. I've been dying to breed you again, girl." With that, he lifted me up with one arm around my waist and kicked the chair out of the way.

I hope he doesn't kill me, I thought.

He spread my legs with his other hand and started lowering me down. I could feel his rock-hard member running up the side of my leg, and working its way up to my bottom. He rested my hole on top of his erection. I shivered uncontrollably. "No," I said.

"Yes," he said as I felt the head slowly entering me. My asshole was spreading to accept him.

"NO!" I yelled.

"Shut up or I'll slap the shit out of you," he whispered in my ear.

I was sliding down his shaft, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I moaned as he began penetrating me. I have to start hiding my fresh, young, pink flesh, or this is what men will do to me, I thought. I moaned in horror as I slid down the shaft. Will I be raped all the time now? I don't think I like that idea.

I was fully impaled on his dick. His cock was holding me up. I moved my feet to try to reach the floor, but couldn't. He had one arm wrapped underneath my arms across my budding breasts, and his other hand reached around, grabbed hold of my tiny erection, and jerked it.

I felt like I was going to pass out again. My head lolled to the side, open mouth, spit starting running out. He fucked up into me, which jerked me up and down on the impaling shaft. Then he put both hands under my armpits and fucked into me. My tiny erection slapped up and down on my belly.

He was grunting now. I hated it.

"No," I whispered. He just kept grunting and driving his giant black dick into my tight young asshole.

"No," I said. As he held me up above the ground and raped me in mid-air.

"NO!" I yelled. As he jammed his dick deep into my bowels and started unloading all his semen into my fresh young pink asshole.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled, and started my first ever ejaculation from my little penis. Then the door we were facing burst open, and my first spurt of cum hit the female gym teacher right in the mouth she had open in horror.

I went into an out-of-body orgasm experience.

There was the male gym teacher behind her, watching the little transsexual's eyes rolling back in her head as she ejaculated again. It landed on top of his bald head with a soft splat.

There were probably 5 students behind them, all gathered around, who witnessed the young shemale getting ass-raped by a large black man. She was inexplicably floating in the air, pink nipples, pink lips, pink-tipped penis; an impaled pre-teen transsexual for all to see. Her pink anus was filled with a huge black dick which emptied semen deep inside her bowels.

One of the kids held up his phone and took a picture.

*****

After the doctors checked me out, Mom took me home from the hospital. There had been police all over the place, all kinds of questions people were asking me and each other, and just general mayhem for a while. I couldn't wait to get home.

Mom held me for a while on the couch. I just cried and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," over and over again.

The next day, there were more police, and then a lawyer who was going to do some work for us. They were focused on keeping me out of the news and something called a "civil case" for after the criminal case. I was asked more questions. I started getting confused and tired, and Mom put an end to it, so I could rest.

I hadn't been to school in a week, and wasn't sure if I was ever going again. There was schoolwork I was doing from home. Mom was helping me with algebra, when I looked at her and said, "I'm sorry."

"Oh honey, why?"

"Because you told me not to wear those clothes to school, and I did anyway," I sobbed, "Even after I'd already been raped, I did it anyway," I bawled.

Mom held me close. "Oh, honey, don't worry." She rocked me. "You just have to be careful, honey, you know? Girls get raped all the time if they aren't careful."

"Really?"

"Yes of course, sweety, especially pretty little girls like us. It's true; I was raped when I was around your age too, by a large black man, just like you. Only for me, it was in my pre-teen vagina, and that really hurts the first time."

"But Mom, I know he saw my pink panties and that's why he raped me, and then… and then I dressed up even more slutty and… I bent over in front of his door and purposely showed my bottom in a g-string. I shook my ass back and forth, Mom. I knew I'd get raped again. But I was pretending I wouldn't." I started crying again.

"Aw, honey. Hush now. Don't cry. Sometimes you'll get raped when you know it, but most of the time it's when you aren't expecting it. You know, you show a little pink by mistake, and before you know it, a black man's penis is in your mouth. You know?" She rocked me back and forth. "Sometimes you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and a basketball team will take you under the bleachers, fill your holes up, and leave you a naked mess covered in cum. It happens."

"Yeah, I guess."

"You just have to be on guard for the consequences of being so petite and pretty, honey."

"Okay, Mom." I stopped crying and held her tight. "I love you Mom."

"I love you too, Elana." She gave me a chaste kiss on the lips.

Three weeks later, my Mom was on the phone talking to the lawyer. There was something about "the photo," and they got ownership of that, so maybe people wouldn't see it. Something in court was "quashed" or something. The civil case settlement: maybe we'd get half the amount of money, unless we wanted to go to court for the full amount, but then: the photo.

"Oh so what, that doesn't make any difference, they're just threatening to have it out there. I know all the tricks. They want to play hardball? Tell them, fine. We're getting ALL the money. Fuck them." She hung up the phone. I don't think I ever saw my Mom mad before. Not like that.

She exhaled and closed her eyes. She opened them and looked at me and smiled. "Okay, Elana, I think we need a special girls' night out."

"YAY!"

Mom giggled, "Okay, okay, go take a nice long bath, then come into my room with just a robe on so we can get you dolled up. I'll go take a shower and change."

Oh my God.

Later, I was entirely clean and prepared with my moisturizing, lubricating, and perfume ritual. I walked into her bedroom with a robe on… and she wasn't there. Then I heard her car pull up and I ran to her bedroom window and saw her get out. The car keys landed in the bowl downstairs by the door, and then I heard her heels coming up the steps. "Oh sorry, honey, I just had to go out real quick; now let's get you all prettied up."

She blow-dried my hair and brought out a hot curler. We chatted as she unfurled golden curls on my head. She pulled a lit mirror up next to mine,and showed me how to put on make-up like her. I used the same make-up she did. It was probably about the happiest I'd ever been.

She opened up some packages and pulled out some new lingerie for me. I took off my robe, and she looked me up and down and smiled. "Such a pretty, pretty girl." My little penis moved, and I blushed. She showed me how to put the black garter belt on and the stockings. She gave me a black lacy bra and g-string. I tucked my penis down between my legs. Then she took off her dress, lightly grabbed my shoulder, and put me in front of her, looking into her full-length mirror. I looked like her, but smaller. I looked like the doll version of my Mom. She was wearing the same black lingerie. I beamed in delight.

She gave me a black mini-dress from a bag next to her bed, and then a black lace top with a deep scoop in the back, so anyone could see my bra straps. I felt gorgeous. And couldn't stop smiling.

"When did you buy these?"

"Oh, a couple of days ago," she said as she slipped into an identical black mini and top. We looked at ourselves in the mirror. You could see our bra straps, and the garters running up to the belt. We were sexy.

I turned around to look at my lovely back, and Mom lifted up my skirt a little so we could see my ass cheeks, "Oh, naughty," I said.

"And here's our heels, honey," she said as she kicked two boxes across the floor. "Might be hard for you at first, but you'll learn to love them."

Mine were 2 inches; hers were 3. I never had more than a half inch before. We put on our heels, and I practiced walking around in front of the mirror while Mom held my waist. I was in heaven.

Mom grabbed her video camera, and we went downstairs.

"I'll take some pictures," she said as she pushed a button and set it down on a table pointing towards the couch.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Out for dinner, honey; let me get my cellphone." She went into the kitchen, turned towards me with her phone, pushed some buttons and furrowed her brow. "I know," she said, "Let's just pop open a bottle of champagne first."

"Oh my God, Mom."

We sat on the couch for a couple of minutes, sipping champagne, and she showed me some "beginner" moves for enticing men, like how to flip your hair while you looked in their direction. I practiced and she clapped. then I got up and practiced walking in heels again.

"That's it, honey, just keep your feet in a straight line in front…"

Someone knocked on the door. "I wonder who that could be?" my Mom asked as she finished her champagne.

I slimmed down my skirt and opened the door. A large black man pushed me back and closed it quickly behind him. I fell into my Mom's arms and we landed on the couch. He tripped over a red box by the door, knocking the lid off, and looked down at it.

Mr. Jenkins turned round, looked at us, and started smiling. He lifted his sweater and pulled a gun out of his pant top.

"Who are you; what do you want?" my Mom asked.

He laughed as he waved the gun around. "I'm your daughter's boyfriend, and I wanted to see her." He started laughing.

"That's not my boyfriend, Mom, that's my rapist."

"What do you want? Why are you here?" she said under sobs.

"I'm out on bail, bitch, and someone was kind enough to leave me your address, so I could have a goodbye party with my girl and the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen," he said as he ogled my Mom, "Of course my girl comes from the best breeding stock there is. Hot damn, did I hit the jackpot!"

"No… no, just go, I won't tell…"

"Shut the fuck up. Get up and let me see what we got here," my rapist said to my Mom while he waved the gun at her.

"Okay, okay, calm down, no need to get crazy with that gun, we'll give you whatever you want, just…"

"You'll give me everything you have, cunt; get up and turn around, let me see that ass."

My Mom got off the couch, shaking, and started turning around. "Stop," he said as she had her back facing him. "Em, that's nice; lift up your skirt for me, darlin'."

My Mom slowly raised the back of her skirt for him. "All the way up." She lifted it all the way up, exposing her pantie-clad ass to the rapist.

"My lord," he said, while rubbing his warm-up pants. "You too, lover girl, stand next to your Mom and show me that sweet ass again."

I did as I was told. There was a long silence as we both stared at the wall behind the couch. Finally Mr. Jenkins said, "Emmm, I think I'm going to cum without even touching you."

My Mom and I both looked back at the same time, as we kept our skirts up. His large erection was tenting the gray warm-up pants out from his body, and there were wet stains on the front. "Please don't rape my daughter again, she's traumatized. I'm fertile; you can rape my pussy. I'm very tight." She fluttered the skirt up and down her ass a couple times.

"No, Mom," I said, "I couldn't stand to see you pregnant from this monster. I can take his cock again. It's okay, really."

"Dear lord, I'm going to erupt," he said, rushed between us to the couch, and pulled down his pants awkwardly with the gun in his hands. His large tool sprang out, and we both stared down at it. "Quick, both of you sluts get your mouths on my cock so I can cum in you."

"Okay, mister, just don't hurt us," my Mom said. We both dropped our skirts… and dropped to the floor. I grabbed his cock with my hand, aimed it at my Mom's mouth, and said, "Please don't hurt us Mr." My Mom engulfed his cock with her lovely lips. She was shaking and crying.

I was looking at my Mom while I started licking the side of my rapist's black cock. She had her eyes closed, her hands on her hips, and she bobbed her head up and down on the shaft, getting most of it down on each pass, all the way down to where my hands held the base. I would lean in and lick the side when her head backed all the way out. I could smell my Mom's sweetness mixed with the nastiness of that giant dick.

"Okay, Mom, let my girlfriend get her head on my dick, and jerk me off into her mouth. I'm gonna blow, and we need to get a batch into her tummy. She's been missing me, you know."

I let go, and my Mom put both her creamy hands around the shaft, "Okay, are you ready, honey?" I nodded and held my hair back, put his purple head in my little mouth, and closed my lips tightly around it.

My Mom started crying again as she jerked him into my mouth with both her hands. I wanted to make sure none of it got on the rug. I didn't want any memory of this event: if he didn't kill us, then I wouldn't have to worry, because I wouldn't have any memory.

My Mom had tears running down her cheek as she jerked that adult cock into my child's mouth. Her breasts were jiggling a little, and I hoped someday my tits would jiggle like that. Some day.

Mr. Jenkins started shooting his load into my mouth. My mouth filled up with sperm, and I swallowed it right away, and then another load came, and another. My Mom milked it down my throat.

"Ohhhhhhh," my rapist muttered, "ohhhhhh, get it all, honey, fill up your tummy…. ohhhh."

I felt like it was going to come out my nose. I felt like I was drowning. I kept swallowing, trying to catch up to the waves of sperm filling my mouth. My Mom looked concerned.

And then it was done. My Mom jerked it a few more times, and I finally got to taste it. This was my first real blowjob.

"Okay, Mom, help your daughter get me nice and clean, then both you bitches get up and take your clothes off." I started licking.

"Please don't rape her again," my Mom pleaded. "Please, please, I promise once you get inside me, you won't want her any more." She bent down and licked his cock too, until we had it nice and clean and it started inflating all over again.

"Get up, both of you, take off your clothes," he barked as he pointed the gun at both of us.

We stood up next to each other in front of my rapist, and took off our skirts and tops. It was dead silent aside from the sound of our clothing hitting the floor. We both reached behind and unclasped out bras. We both slid our shoulders out of the sides and let them fall to the ground. We both looked at our rapist while we slid our panties down and kicked our high heels out of them.

"Oh my god," he said. We both stood naked in front of our rapist. "Turn to each other," he said. We faced each other. My Mom was as rosy-pink as me. Her areolas were the same color. They sat slightly on the side of her upturned breasts, and pointed out, away from her body. I hoped to God my breasts grew like hers. I looked down her lean tummy, past her belly button to her vagina. She had a cute little strip of hair and the most delicate glistening, little pussy lips I think a woman could ever have.

My Mom is a work of art.

We both moved our eyes up to each other's. "Girlfriend, suck on your Mom's tits. Do it now."

I moved a step forward to my Mom. Her nipple was at perfect height for my mouth. I gently sucked on her tit. I covered only the size of her pink areola with my pink lips, and sucked very lightly. It was probably the most delicious thing I ever tasted. Then I moved my mouth off it, and she gasped. I sucked the other one gently for 15 seconds. My little penis was stiff against her warm thigh. I stepped back away from her. I ran my tongue around inside my mouth, remembering to myself her most delicious taste.

"Mom, get the lube out of my pants and prepare your little girl," Mr. Jenkins said, while he jerked his erect cock.

"No! Don't rape her again," she sobbed, "Use me, please."

He cocked the gun and pointed it at her head, "I'm not fucking asking you. Do you think I have anything to lose?"

My Mom unclenched her closed fist, reached in his pants and pulled the lube out while on her knees, "Are you ready, honey?"

"Yes, Mom, I've done this before. Don't worry, Mom, everything will be okay."

She nodded, and I walked over to her and turned around. She gently began rubbing lube on my rosebud. My erection stood straight up. She carefully began running a finger inside me. "Ohhhh," I quietly whispered.

Mr. Jenkins said, "That box over by the door, Mom, that looks like it has some items in there I could use; go get it." The way he drew out the word "items" made me start shaking.

My Mom picked up the box by the door and handed it to him. "Bingo," he said, and smiled. He had us put ball-gags on each other, then had me put handcuffs on my Mom. Then he put a set on me. Now I was scared.

"Mom, get in doggie position on the couch." He waved the gun from her to the couch.

My Mom, put her head down and walked the couple of steps to the couch, put her knees next to Mr. Jenkins on the couch, leaned forward, resting her head on the cushions, and then tilted her waist down and lifted her ass up as she looked at the wall and shook in fear. She was so beautiful. I loved the curves of her body. Her asshole was the same pretty pink color as mine, I thought.

"My god, look at that pussy, would you?" Mr. Jenkins grabbed our bottle of champagne and tilted his head back, finishing it off. "That's easily the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, don't you think, girlfriend? Hot damn, get over here and let me take that gag off for a second, and lick your Mom's pussy to get it ready." He waved the gun from me to her offered backside.

Her pussy was already glistening. I leaned in and ran my little tongue over it. I tasted and did it again. It was so good, I felt like I was going to ejaculate for the second time in my life. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and moved it around. My Mom moaned and then cried some more. She looked back at me and the mascara was beginning to run down her face.

"That's so hot." Mr. Jenkins pushed me aside and lined up his cock with my Mom's pussy. He slowly plunged it into her. "This is the sweetest pussy I ever had," he said once he was balls-deep in her. "You weren't lying, Mom." Then he began fucking my Mom in earnest. She didn't move or make a sound. She just took it.

She was so toned, slim, petite, and curved in all the right places. You could see why my Mom was a model. But honestly, she looked like she was sculpted for sex.

I sat back on my knees and listened to the slap, slap sound of my rapist breeding my Mom. "Ung," Mr. Jenkins moaned. He put his gun down on the couch and grabbed my Mom's waist with both hands, under her bound wrists, as he rutted into her pussy. Their sex started sounding wetter, and I could hear his balls slapping against her.

Mr. Jenkins reached over to me and grabbed my hair. "Get up on top of your Mommy, bitch, and stick your ass out." He started pulling me up by my hair, "Okay, okay!" I screamed, "I'm moving!"

I tried to stand up in my high heels on the couch, and fell over. Then I got my hands on the back of the couch and swung my right leg over my Mom. I slid down her slim back with my erection nestled on her ass, and tilted my bottom up.

My rapist got up and put the ball gag back in my mouth. Then he reached into the box, pulled out a thin chain with a small padlock, and ran it around our waists. He pulled it snug and then locked us together. I looked down and saw the price tag still on the lock: $4.99.

My rapist slowly entered my pink rosebud. First he slipped his head in, and continued to slide the whole shaft slowly into me. My erection rubbed against my Mom's ass as he finally bottomed out. "Ow!" I cried into the gag.

Mr. Jenkins breathed in my ear,

"Oh, this is so good. I swear to God I have the finest piece of tight ass and the finest pussy in the world. Oh man. This is worth whatever happens to me. I could die tonight, and I'd die the happiest man on the planet!"

He was raping me again. For the third time. I moaned, "Uh uh uh," each time he bottomed out in me. My penis was slick and sliding up and down my Mom's ass. I bit the cushion on the back of the couch and filled my mouth with the fabric. It was perverted and debasing… and it felt sooooo good.

Mom picked her head up off the cushion and turned round to look at me. We both had our heads on the cushion an inch from each other. Mom just stared into my eyes, and then nodded. She didn't seem afraid.

"Oh honey… I'm going to cum in you, girlfriend," he moaned. "This… is how much I love you," and he grunted.

He dove in me as deep as his black cock would go, and started shaking.

I started cumming on my Mom's ass. I couldn't help myself. She smelled so good and was so warm. Her skin so luxurious. "OHHhhhhhh."

I could feel his cum in my ass…

and then he pulled it out! I felt a spurt on my nuts as I ground my little penis on my Mom's bottom, and then my Mom yelped as he finished off in her pussy. I could hear her pussy slurping his cock into her.

"Ohhhhh!" Mr. Jenkins began to shake.

Then the front door burst open, and people were yelling, "Police! Police! Don't move!"

My rapist lunged for the gun on the couch. "Gun! Gun! PUT IT DOWN NOW!"

There were so many gun shots. So many. It was just bang bang bang bang in my head. So close. Loud like the world was exploding. My Mom rolled over with me tightly bound to her, and covered my body with hers.

Someone threw our skirts over us, somewhat covering our nakedness. The cops were asking us too many questions.

"Did he shoot…"

"Anyone hurt…"

"How'd he get in?"

"He got your address…"

"Anonymous caller…"

"Where's the keys?"

"Check his pockets."

"Receipt from the store."

"Keys… here, in the box."

My Mom asked if they had rape kits with them. Someone said, "That isn't necessary." My Mom insisted. "I want all the facts in court…"

The male cops left, and two female cops came in with kits.

"Semen on your back?"

"An accident…"

"Get down on the couch with me, honey, on your back."

"Okay, Mom." I was shaking and I couldn't make any sense of anything. My ears were ringing.

We both lay on our backs on the couch, and then my Mom reached out and held my hand. She lifted her knees up to her sides, spread her knees wide and held them open with her other hand. I did the same… like we were both lying back and opening ourselves up for a rapist.

We were crying, and the mascara was streaming all ugly down both of our blubbering faces. We looked at each other and cried with our legs spread wide.

The lady cops put cotton swabs in the puddles of cum in us and swished them around. I looked at my Mom and she was shuddering uncontrollably while facing the video camera.

She was having an orgasm.

I had calmed down quite a bit. I was in the shower with my Mom. Her nipples are as rosy-pink as my lips and my nipples and my rosebud and my penis head.

"Put your leg up on the side of the tub, honey," my Mom said. She got the hand-held and squirted water into my bottom, to get it all clean.

She stood up and started rubbing the bar of soap over her pussy, "Do you think your father would have written 'Dad' on top of a box he left behind?"

"No. I don't think he would."

I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. "I am beginning to understand some of what you did Mom."

"Huh?"

"I'm beginning to understand…. I'm glad you did what you did."

"Oh."

"I don't want to get raped though, Mom."

"Me either honey. Me either. You know, sometimes men just see your bra strap, or your creamy thigh, or your panties, and they can't help it." She ran the soap over her breasts. "They get an erection for us, and they have to cum inside us. Nothing will stop them." She spat out some water. "If they see your pink flesh, you're pretty much a goner, and there's nothing little girls like us can do about it, you know? You just have to be careful."

"Someday, you'll tell me everything," I said.

She didn't respond, and neither of us knew if that was a question or a statement.

To Be Continued