“Hey mom, we got the Christmas card from Lorraine. Oh god, you gotta see it. Just look at him! I’m d
“Hey mom, we got the Christmas card from Lorraine. Oh god, you gotta see it. Just look at him! I’m dying.”Janice took the card from her 20-year-old daughter who was home from college and smirked. There was Lorraine, a lesbian biker chick she connected with online a year earlier, and her 22-year-old son Steve, a formerly out-of-control petty crook who’d finally found some discipline and, it appeared, peace in his life. Through blackmail and coercion she’d gotten Steve shipped off to Lorraine and had received periodic updates on his progress from a hard-drinking, girl-fucking, pot-smoking tough guy into a mincing, lisping, feminized panytwaist of a sissy maid. And god Janice just loved this pic: Lorraine looking tough as shit, her effeminate son looking properly humbled and happy to be serving at the feet of a woman who would be his owner the rest of his life, or at least until she tired of him. “Mom, do you think he’s plugged? Is that why he has that little grin?”Janice no longer thought it odd to be discussing her son’s pussy being fucked and plugged with her daughter and readily agreed that it did appear as if his tender bottom was likely filled with something truly satisfying. “They’re coming for Easter, right?” her daughter asked.“Yep. Can’t wait to see the fairy’s progress. And Lorraine assures us he’ll do a great job serving the entire family that day.” -- source link