“Oh ma, tell your son why you are massaging his motherchod cock. Slut Sonali, tell your son that you are getting him ready to fuck your sweet hot as...s. Tell me, Sonali, tell me.”As I kept twisting his throbbing shaft, I was amazed to find myself talking real dirty.“Yes, my dear motherchod beta, I am your slut mother massaging your cock with oil so that you can fuck your mother well in the ass. You want it, don’t you? Just imagine this well-oiled cock moving in and out of your mother’s ass.”“No. Amtrak was still running and although the trip would multiply the time that a flight would take, he would still get home quicker than he would by sitting in his hotel suite for who knew how many days.He ordered his ticket for a Superliner bedroom. He settled in for one more night in his hotel room and ordered a wakeup call for early the next morning and a cab to get him to the train station in time for the 9:45 a.m. departure.The next morning an icy wind was blowing hard as he scurried from the. ”Candy giggled again. “Well, Jamal, it’s not likely I’m going to say ‘no’ any time soon. My God, you are turning me on. I want your big black cock inside me, but we need to use a condom.”“Of course we do. You have some?”“Yeah, I do. I make Fred wear one whenever we . . . uh . . . you know. Babies are not in my immediate future, I hope.”Candy pulled a package out of her purse and tore one off. She struggled to put it on me, and struggled, and struggled.”“What’s the matter babe?” I questioned,. Carol's transformation programwent into high gear. As promised she took me to the mall to get my earspierced. Not once but twice. My male clothing continued to disappear.Except for official functions where I was expected to be male, I prettymuch lived and worked around the house as a female. I was keeping up thehousework, including the laundry, fixing meals, occasionally runningerrands. My hair had grown long and Carol fashioned it in a style thatparted down the middle and included bangs. .