When we got home it was a definite repeat of the night before. If I was fucking her pussy, she needed my hand in her mouth and if I was fucking her mo...uth, she needed my hand shoved in her pussy.We kept up this routine for about three months before one night when I was feeling extra aggressive and overly confident from all of her encouragement and compliments, and I called her a little slut and told her that she had the mouth and pussy of a whore. She moaned as I called her names and choked her.. I was there with several friends and she just came up out of the crowd and stretched out on our blanket with her head in my lap, looking up at me. “Hi,” was all she said, then another reggae song started, and she was up dancing, spinning, and twirling, beaded dreadlocks streaming out away from her head. A few days later she sent me a friend request on Facebook, which I accepted. Scrolling through her timeline and photos, it quickly became obvious that she was a bit different. Very hippie-ish. I walked the hundred yards to my parent's home and got the usual yell as I entered, from my mother, 'Don't bang the door!' Of course it was too late; the door was on its way and banged shut.'God Jack how many times have I to tell you, ' she said standing there in the passageway. I picked her up and gave her a kiss on the lips, but no mother son kiss, for I had been screwing my mother for about two years now.'She asked me to put her in the pudding club, mum. Did you have something to do with. .Zelda..."I looked towards the other pony as she seemed to pick up the word andlook at her Mistress as well. It seemed she had the same earplugs fitted.I guessed Zelda was her sissy pony name"...blah....blah...Walk on..."I nodded."...blah...blah...Delilah......Blah......Delilah...."With a start of shock I realized Mistress was saying my new sissy ponyname....Delilah. I nodded to show her I understood. She tapped the phoneagain."So it is quite simple sissy, the only words you will understand are.