"Try to relax, slut." he said. "You're here to apply for my slave, right. How did you expect the interview to begin? Name rank and serial number?" he ...laughed."No." I chuckled a little. "I didn't know what to expect." I was naked now, wondering what I should do next.He turned toward me and stood in front of me for a minute. His large dark cock caught my attention instantly and I tried not to stare."It's okay to stare, slut." he said. "After all you'll get to know this man really well. So just. “Mom, dad…what are you doing?”I knew she knew exactly what we were doing.“Oh nothing, just checking mom for fleas.”“Fleas?”“Yeah, the resort manager said to be sure to keep an eye out for them.”“I see, should someone be checking me too?”“No honey, your dad is just teasing…”“Yeah, really what I’m doing is checking for sleaze. You’re too young to worry about that.”My cock was fully hard now and I made no effort to hide it as I climbed up onto the bed next to Julie. I casually wiped the moisture. She told my daddy -- he spanked me again -- and again,trying to beat the girlishness out of me. Year after year I wrestledwith my confusion. Year after year I was beaten. I suffered with theconflict between my growing masculinity and my deep seated feelings thatI should have been a girl. My mother loved me, I think. My father hatedme, I'm sure.Puberty came and went and I was mostly male because I thought aboutgirls although frequently I found myself thinking about being a girl --about dating. . "Good", I replied. Leaning in towards me to give me a motherly kiss , she then came in for a hug, I knew she had no bra on because I could feel her DD boobs as she pulled my head closer to her chest, and like I always did every time, I hugged her back,however I don't know what came over me this time kas I got a instant hard on, I wasn't sure if my mom felt it on her leg, but boy was i embarrassed, stumbling my words I managed to tell her that "I have a lot of homework to do" running upstairs.