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Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

Date: 7/7/2017, Categories: Shemales, Taboo, Author: BeeJay69, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

And I didn't tell you." "You're a guy," he said flatly. It was a statement of fact but there was no conviction behind the statement. He didn't believe me. He chuckled again and moved a step closer to me, enfolding me in his arms as he did it and holding me tight against him. "My name's not Dixie. It's Dixon. Dix. And I tried on my mom's clothes one time. They felt neat and she caught me doing it." He held me close, looking over my shoulder with his arms around me. "But instead of being mad, she thought it was good and even encourages me." "You're serious!" he said then. "Of course I'm serious," I said. "Why would I tell you that if it wasn't true?" "But ..." He stopped and pushed me back out to arm's length again. "You're a boy?" I nodded and looked right into his eyes. I was sorry it was true but it was anyway. "No," he said flatly and smiled again. I nodded again and felt the tear ready to roll down my cheek. I was so sorry and so unhappy. "I'm sorry, Mike. I shouldn't have ever --" "You're k**ding!" he exploded and I wondered if he was going to hit me then. Beat the shit out of me for deceiving him the way I had. It was scary but I was ready for it whatever it was. "Mike, I'm sorry!" I almost cried and felt the tear run down my cheek. "I'd give anything if it wasn't true. Really! But it is anyway." "You're a boy," he stated flatly then. The anger was drained from the statement. I nodded. He smiled differently and nodded then. "You're a boy. How about that?" Now I couldn't ... hold my sadness in check and more tears followed the first one, a sob catching in my throat. "I'm sorry," I moaned and moved forward to hug him. "Really, really sorry. I'm so sorry." He wrapped me up in his arms and held me tight as the tears flowed freely and I sobbed against his shoulder. And, after a few minutes, I was done with that and ready for him to take me home or whatever he decided to do. "I'm sorry for making you cry," he said then, still holding me tight. "I ... I just ..." "You're disappointed. Mad at me. I know but ..." "No, that's not it. Well ..." He stopped before he confirmed it. "I still can't believe it." "It's true," I said. "There's only one way I'll believe it," he said and I looked up at his face then, so close to me still. "How?" I said naively. He chuckled rather darkly. "How else?" One hand was still around my back but the other went around to the front of my skirt and I felt him lifting the hem and moving onto my front. He rubbed my tummy across my pantyhose for a minute and I knew he wasn't going to find what he was looking for there. Then he moved his hand down between my legs and I lifted one leg so he could. His hand went back between my legs and then back to the front. "I ..." It was obvious that, soft, he hadn't found anything to confirm what I was saying. Just a soft bunch of flesh that could be anything. "Here," I said and pushed him away. Then I lifted up my skirt, finding the edge of the big master bed behind my legs, and sat down as I ...