Just when I was about to cum, I stopped and asked her to turn around. Instead, she got up, pushed me on the bed, and started riding on me. As time wen...t by, she started riding me harder and harder.To be honest, I was hurting a little because she was riding a little too harder. But pleasure took over the pain, as usual. I could see her sweating and getting tired of riding me. I asked her to switch and pinned her down.We then fucked in missionary for a while, and she had an orgasm. I could see her. She laughed. Okay, okay Mom, I get it. I was feeling relieved. I guess I wasnt any more of a nympho than anyone else of my species. Except for what happened in the shower earlier. Hey Mom, theres one other thing… When I was in the shower earlier, I imagined what itd be like to have a… a penis… and… and well… Oh. She laughed. Wow Sam, thats one thing you have me beat on. The first time a guy made me have an orgasm I decided I loved being a woman. It took me a few years after that before I grew. I went up to my room and made a stab at reading another chapter of 'In the Beauty of the Lilies' by John Updike. To be honest, though I had read and enjoyed Updike in the past, I had picked it up at the library because I liked the cover art. I had found it a fascinating read so far, despite the fact that Updike painted faith, an important part of the story, with a little too much of the Church's brush for my taste. Still, the story itself, and its portrayal of a family though multiple. It had been forever since I had seen her, or heard from her for that manner. She was always busy with my parents way of life. They had her in everything from the highest academic programs to any sport she could excel in. It was a wonder she had the time to pick up the phone and text me. I am excited to be coming home. I was lying to her of course, but I was excited to see her. I missed my little sister, though I would never admit that to anyone. What guy in his right mind really misses his kid.