A warm spring south Florida sun poured through the darkened windows of Marla Holton's corner office, brightening the firm surface of the sky blue carpet and even revealing "fribbles," her description of the tiny bits of whatever that a good vacuuming by the cleaning crew would clear away tonight. Marla Holton had a PowerPoint slide presentation that she needed to prepare for a seminar on Monday, a task that she despised regardless of how enjoyable the group would be to whom she would speak. She had no interest whatever in committing "death by PowerPoint," a phrase her beloved husband Carl used often.

Carl had been dead now for slightly more than five years; the circumstances of his death would never depart her memory. He was a diplomat with "other" responsibilities in his assignment to Brazil. They had been married for twelve years, some of the happiest of her life. Although he could not describe his parallel duties, Marla had a pretty good idea that he was involved in intelligence work for at least two alphabet agencies.

She was aware that he kept a close watch on several radical environmental groups active in nagging the Brazilian government and at times committing lethal actions to pry international corporations out of the Amazon Basin. That got him killed.

They had met for lunch at a restaurant not frequented by either diplomats or other U. S. government employees, one of a host of defense practices that Carl and she followed. Their young son Matthew was not with them. This time, however, Carl's security had not been enough; someone had talked. Fifteen minutes into their dinner a shooter on a rooftop a long city block away fired three rounds from a 7.62mm Dragunov SVD. The jacketed rounds were evenly spaced in a forty-five degree spread from the shooter's position and one struck her husband in the back near his spine. He died instantly.

From her personal training with him and their security team Marla reacted quickly enough to throw herself to the floor and off to one side as the rounds bored into the wall above their table. Her own response saved her life. Two rounds from a rocket-propelled grenade blew through the plate glass window of the restaurant, raining shrapnel downward from a strike point near the ceiling. Marla had curled into a fetal ball beneath a nearby table; when the steel shards and glass slivers ripped toward the floor she was protected by the thick top. Otherwise, she would have died along with twenty other patrons.

The months afterward were a blur that Marla had never had a desire to revisit and clarify. The one bright spot was ten-year-old Matthew. He was a beautiful boy with blue eyes, dark eyelashes and brows and a mane of wavy golden hair that reached to his shoulders. Since Marla and Carl had home schooled him, hair length was not an issue insofar as school rules were concerned.

When he was six Matthew one day had remarked to her, "Mommy, your hair is so pretty. Can I grow mine long like you?"

Marla's hair had always been white and at the time fell to the middle of her back in a frothy cascade. She understood that often the desires of children are simply spur-of-the-moment ideas while others reflect heartfelt longings. She and Carl had always tried to follow the general principle that "if there is no good reason to say 'No,' and no good reason not to say 'Yes,' then decide for the latter. Her son was impressed with her long white hair and since there was no reason to say no, she agreed. Besides, Marla reasoned to herself, hair always falls before a sharp pair of scissors.

"Baby, are you sure you want to have long hair? It can be a problem sometimes, you know."

"Yes, I want it to grow. You and Daddy have always told me that it was beautiful...so I would like to have long, beautiful hair!"

She and Carl enjoyed a good laugh at his very dignified and serious explanation. Since that time Matthew had never had a haircut of any sort. Over the years as he matured his hair lengthened and thickened in remarkably lovely waves. He was athletic with a slim physique and was growing taller almost visibly by the day, at least to his mother. His mane of hair, however, grew as if there were no tomorrow and was lengthening noticeably out of proportion to his physical development. Matthew, or course, loved it. Marla noticed that with each passing year his features resembled more closely those of a girl.

When he was twelve Matthew really caught his mother off guard with his next request. She recalled the day when they were on the beach. She had never hesitated to enjoy brief swimwear, something that was taken for granted in Brazil, anyhow. She was reclining in a low beach lounge, topless in a tiny blue thong monokini, with her son lying beside her.

"Marla," he addressed her by her first name indicating that what he was about to say was of great importance to him.

"Yes, Honey," she replied, turning toward him with a smile.

"I want to be a girl...like you."

There was a leaden silence as she had processed her son's remark, again aware that discussion would follow. Right now her reaction would determine its direction.

"Darling, why?"

She recalled the lengthy conversation and many others that followed. In the end, when her son was sixteen Marla decided to allow her son to begin transgender changes. She hadn't really considered whether this was common practice in Brazil or anywhere else for that matter, although she had seen a number of incredibly beautiful shemales in clubs that she and Carl had attended. Several times she had argued with him that they were truly women only to discover later that he was right.

After carefully researching the subject and locating physicians that had an extraordinary reputation for skill and results, she arranged for Matthew's hormone treatments to start late in his sixteenth year. These were gradual yet he did experience the ups and downs associated with such a physical change.

As his teen years passed her son became more beautiful. He had never been hairy in his early teens and his skin resembled that of most blonde girls although he was definitely growing a thick blonde pubic fluff. His nipples had become pointed and enlarged and the precursors of breasts were forming. Surgery for breast development followed in several stages, and at this point Marla became insistent about something. The surgeons had explained to both of them that breast size and placement had a lot to do with the tissue already present, how much expansion Matthew could reasonably expect given the elasticity of his flesh. Marla chose to have the enlargements done in three steps, insertion of smaller pouches first to enhance the swelling of breasts and nipples already brought about by the hormones, followed by removal of those small inserts and replacement with larger ones succeeded by the final pair of implants.

These implants would produce full breasts along with the already-pointed nipples, breasts that were firm yet bouncy.

"Marla, what are you designing here? I feel more like a car than me," Matthew stated one day with a note of aggravation.

"Please forgive me for seeming to be pushy and bossy. Darling, I don't mean to be. This is one of those times when I'm actually going to whip on you a statement for which we parents are famous. 'One day soon you'll thank me.'"

The lovely young creature stared at her with a mixture of, "Yeah, I'll bet!" and, "All right...since you're paying for this...."

At seventeen he asked that his name be changed; when she asked what he wanted, Matthew said, "Virginia. I want to be named Virginia. It is such a rich and beautiful name." They went through the procedures to accomplish it legally, then it was done.

Marla and her 'new daughter' as they both laughingly called her had an up-and-down time of getting used to the name change. Once during registration for a soccer program, when asked her name by the registrar of events, she whipped back without missing a beat, "Matthew. Matthew Holton." This was followed by her characteristic broad smile.

Only after the woman at the table arched her brows and said in a rather bored fashion, "Oh, now please be serious...'Matthew' is a boy's name, and you're a young lady," did Virginia do a double-take and realize that she still was subconsciously bridging two worlds.

"I am a nut," she chuckled. "My name is Virginia."

The experience was instructive in that it showed both Marla and Virginia just how successful was her change. And it bore out Marla's caution that from now on, she needed to be more circumspect in what she said.

"Baby," Marla said not long after, "one of the most difficult facts we all have to learn is that words, like our actions, have consequences. We both know that that was just a slip-up, but I don't want you to lay yourself open to being hurt some time. The fact is, you are simply a beautiful lady. Your voice is soft and a little husky, you have a lovely neck and a gorgeous chest, I have friends who would kill to have your hair, and then you're developing...ah...you're...ummm...well you've got great legs!"

"Why don't you go ahead and describe the rest of me, the 'ah' and the 'ummm'?" Virginia giggled. "You left out some things. Mothers and fathers who really care don't leave out important things like THAT!"

Marla stared back at the laughing eyes and broad, lascivious grin on the face of her daughter.

"Virginia, tell me something. How old are you now?"

"Technically, seventeen."

"Wanta be eighteen?"

Virginia shook with silent laughter although she strove mightily to keep a straight face and pass the situation off as of no consequence.

"You wouldn't dare!"

Her child stepped back, an expression of mock horror on her face.

"In the words of a famous man, Darling, 'Go ahead...make my day.'"

"All right...all right," Virginia replied hastily, "then please tell me this. Just how do you know that I am developing 'ahhh...and umm'?"

Why do I do this to myself, Marla asked silently, partly in frustration and partly because she was enjoying this nonsense with Virginia.

"O lovely and, in spite of yourself, loveable blonde child of mine, one of the most dreadful characteristics of a teenager is your ability to seize on some subject others want to let go like hot wax, and you then ride it to death. That is what you are doing this very minute."

She glared at her daughter.

"I know it. And you are so much fun to do it to because I can always back you into a corner."

"You are truly the wicked witch of Somewhere!" managed Marla before she completely broke down and hooted.

"And do you know," responded Virginia as she embraced her mother, "that's just one of lots of reasons why I love you."

She stepped back, held Marla's face gently in her hands, and kissed her lips.

"You people sure know how to con your way out of a trap," said her mother with a broad smile.

"And that is one of many reasons why you love me!"

"Virginia," Marla once more dissolved into laughter, "please go away and destroy something. Drive someone else crazy."

"Gotcha!" said the blonde as she hustled from the room.

Marla and Virginia celebrated her eighteenth birthday with a small dinner together with friends. They had not told any of them that since Virginia was planning to attend the University of Texas they would be departing Brazil in two months and returning to the United States. Marla had a new venture in her own right, an opportunity to start a new clothing design organization. Virginia would move to Palm Beach with her for a time, then would travel to Austin and enter the university as a resident.

After considerable research Marla had settled on the Palm Beach, Florida, area for several reasons. It was a low-level metropolitan area in her mind, that is, it had all the support elements necessary for success without a monstrous downtown area of tall buildings. She just didn't like the cramped feeling. Furthermore, the weather was balmy..."Palm Beach: Where the tropics begin," went the slogan. For the sorts of clothing she had in mind, stylish, sensual and reasonably priced, she needed a temperate area where people would wear her creations. And because of her own erotic interests, she intended to be her own best customer.

Virginia had already expressed an interest in the new challenge, though she planned to continue on to the University of Texas. By now she was a stunning woman and was quite happy as a shemale. She thought back on her mother's remarks that one day she would thank her for decisions made earlier; sure enough, she did.

She was as tall as her mother now but where Marla had that great fall of long, naturally white hair, Virginia's was unusually thick with a natural wave that usually obscured her right eye. She and her mother thought the wave looked sexy and old-fashioned in an extremely sensuous way. Virginia, at least when she wore her hair unpinned, did nothing to hold back that wave. Her face resembled her mothers to a degree but with blue eyes that sparkled with laughter. Her breasts were now full, deliciously heavy and close to each other with enviable cleavage and plump, pointed nipples. For the past three years she had exercised regularly, and her flat abdomen and shapely, strong arms and back testified to the effectiveness of her discipline.

Virginia had personally been a 'leg' girl, at least until the enjoyment of having those delicious big breasts. However, this whole matter of 'do you prefer sexy breasts or sexy legs?' provided a perfect opportunity to take a poke at Marla. She explained this very important fact to her mother one afternoon as they were strolling on the beach.

"Marla, it's as if you have to choose whether you prefer women with big tits and not-so-good legs or even skinny ones, or women with sexy, strong, pretty legs and maybe small tits. But you can't have both."

Her mother decided to be difficult, recalling the times when her offspring beside her had relished pestering her with questions that could never be answered.

"Well, who's running this contest, anyway? Why can't you have both great legs and big breasts? And Virginia, you know I have never liked that word 'tits'. Your father used to drive me up the wall with that and 'boobs' and 'jugs.' He knew I didn't like it; he would talk about mine for an hour, then make this grand, smart-aleck apology and try to haul me off to bed."

Her daughter had begun to snicker.

"Well, you certainly didn't fight him off, MOM! I used to hear you two for hours in there."

"Don't try to change the subject on me. I don't like those crude terms and I want to know who says you can't have both large breasts and great legs."

"Nobody."

"Well, you just said that you can't have both."

"That was for the purpose of making a point, Mother!" Virginia was laughing now.

"You have gorgeous breasts and legs that most women would kill for," stated Marla. You have both."

"Well, so do you, Marla."

With that Virginia put her arms about her mother, darted her tongue into her mouth as she kissed her, and at the same time unfastened the small halter top straining under the load of Marla's breasts. She stepped back pulling Marla's top with her and grinning wickedly.

Her own Wicked Weasel excuse for a top fell off as well, baring her tanned breasts.

Marla doubled over with laughter, for she had long awaited such an opportunity to pull a fast one on her daughter.

Virginia, hardly one to miss an opportunity to display her breasts in public, looked stunned.

"You think that I fell off a tomato truck last night, girl. But I've got your number in more ways than you can guess!"

"How did you do that?" asked a baffled blonde shemale. "I mean, when? You are fast, you know that?"

"Honey, I am faster than you know."

"Mother, I know about your girl friends. I don't mind at all; in fact, I think it's very special for you to be close with them. Yes, I'd say you are fast."

"I wasn't trying to conceal anything from you, Darling. I just enjoy women and like to be intimate with my close friends. And don't change the subject."

For some time Marla had been intimate with two of her friends in Brazil, one the twenty-three-year-old wife of a local high school teacher and the other a fifty-year-old beauty, Anna-Marie, who managed a series of clothing stores. The younger woman, Carla, a brunette, had a luscious figure and the most beautiful body hair she had ever seen. Carla was fun to be with, was stylish, and had a growth of underarm fur that surpassed that of most men. She had incredible legs, also unshaven, and liked to wear shorts and short dresses. Her hairy legs were a study in sensuality. Virginia thought her to be extremely arousing.

Anna-Marie Candler, a lesbian and close friend of her mother, was what Virginia wanted to look like when she arrived at that age. Her body resembled that of a thirty-year-old while her face had those delectable lines at the edges of her eyes, lines that bespoke the experience and sensuality of an older woman.

"Marla, the fact that they adore you is a grand compliment." Virginia stared down at her mother who lay on the sand. Her great breasts, still shapely and heavy, trembled with her breathing.

Virginia bent over her mother's face and felt her own nipples brush her mother's chest. The sensation was delicious and very gently edged her across a boundary she had silently wanted to cross yet had been hesitant to do so.

She placed one hand over Marla's warm breast, squeezing it tenderly, and bent to kiss the woman beneath her. Marla's response was so sudden that it seemed she had been awaiting this act by her daughter. Her tongue shot into Virginia's mouth, wet and impudent and demanding, and she began to squirm gently beneath the aroused shemale hovering over her.

Virginia allowed saliva to flow into Marla's mouth as she darted her tongue about her mother's teeth and gums. Marla's breast was large and heavy and its nipple hard; she stroked it, massaged it between her thumb and forefinger, and listened to her mother sigh with pleasure.

Barriers fell silently, swiftly. Virginia played with Marla's navel post, tenderly pulling on it and then running her nail down its diamond chip-studded length.

"Beautiful blonde princess...are you sure you really want to do this?" Marla's voice caught slightly with arousal and emotion.

"Marla, you must have had some idea this past year of my feelings about you. I love you so very much."

Virginia stared down at her mother, into her eyes and beyond. The sand was warm but not uncomfortable. She wished for a beach towel, then decided that now was now, and she had no intention of missing this opportunity to make love to this captivating lady.

"There is no way we can avoid getting sandy," whispered Virginia. "I'm going to undress us both, and then you are going with me into the water."

She carefully drew down her mother's small covering, baring her smooth pussy with its plump outer lips. Then she stood and removed her own thong. Her hard cock bounced free, liberated from its restraint as she put out her hand and drew her mother up from the sand. Together they walked slowly into the water.

Several couples on the beach nearby stared in amazement at the uninhibited nudity and the sensuality of two sexy women holding hands, one of whom had a cock of memorable proportions and was firm enough to incline upward slightly. Virginia glanced about and when she saw that they were being watched closely she smiled.

To Marla the sun on her naked body felt warm and rich, creating in her a sensation so erotic that she equated it with eating something thick and creamy with a light amaretto taste. That was when she unashamedly admitted to herself that she wanted to have Virginia's cock in her mouth. Deep into her throat. As she walked beside her gorgeous son her pussy seemed as if she were experiencing an exquisite little buzz. That thick cock bounced about and continued to point slightly upward, and all eyes within range were now fixed upon the sight.
Marla expected that their intercourse would take place in the water. She had little idea what Virginia had in store for her.

"Mother, quick, bend over," urged the naked beauty.

Marla did so and before she could utter a sound she felt Virginia's swollen, hot cock enter her pussy from behind and press into her. She wanted to shriek with excitement, but all she could manage was a submissive whimper. Virginia all but assaulted her mother as she thrust and withdrew until she rolled through an orgasm. Marla cried out and wriggled in her grip, but to no avail. Once Virginia had filled her with cream she withdrew.

Virginia then led her mother out in the warm, calm water to a point at which the water reached her waist. Then, without ceremony, she turned to her mother and embraced her once more, crushing her breasts against those of the woman she had once nursed.

"O my darling," whispered Marla, "oh, Love, I'm already so wet and sticky. Do you want me this much?"

"Never more than now, you precious woman, never more than now."

Virginia lifted Marla's hips and guided the muscled legs around her. As the older woman held on to Virginia's shoulders and closed her thighs about her, she felt the incredible fullness of Virginia's swollen cock enter her in one sweet, velvety thrust and drive directly to her base.

Try as she might, Marla could not suppress her scream of joy.

"OH! Oooohhhh my lover, my princess, my beautiful boy...you are taking all of me! You have...mmmmh!" she cried.

They had the full attention of those on shore, but that made not the slightest difference to the lovers in the water. What they were doing was perfectly obvious and it amplified Marla's and Virginia's erotic excitement.

Virginia began to penetrate and withdraw from her mother, achieving a regular and deep thrust yet keeping her assault tender and loving. Marla threw back her head in ecstasy as the first orgasm swept over her as if it were a storm at sea. Virginia sensed the increase in moisture deep within her and continued the slow entry and exit. She was so extremely hard; the head of her cock felt alive as if it were a thing in itself.

"Talk to me, Mother," the blonde whispered. "Tell me what this is like for you. Because I am going to continue until I have subdued you, then I am going to fill you again with my cream."

"You...oh! Oh, Virginia, do that again, lover. You...have no idea how you are taking me apart and...leave me flying and comforted and fulfilled and so full of longing. I've seen how beautiful you are, and yet I never realized how enormous you are. Oh! lord, Virginia, you are huge inside of me."

"Feel me, Marla...feel how hard and hot I am. You can sense my head because I am so swollen. Think of the lovely veins that surround my cock...think of how pretty and thick is the fur on my balls and how smooth I am elsewhere."

"Mmmm...sweet lover of mine. I do feel you, and you...you...oh! Virginia! You are so big inside of me! Every time you move in and out I feel the suction in my pussy. Oh, hell! Here I go again!"

With that Marla tossed head and giggled at the sweet little electricity of her climax. Her breasts bounced heavily as she gripped Virginia with her muscular legs, endeavoring to cram more of that beautiful cock into her and having to accept the fact that her shemale lover was already at her end. She felt her balls lightly brush her thighs, those marvelous breasts touching her own nipples, and long golden tresses blowing about her face.

Once more she came.

Then she sensed Virginia harden and take a slightly different stance in the water. She recognized it as the precursor to the beautiful, sensuous experience she had desired for so long...her shemale son was going to cum within her a second time in this invasion. And it would not be any little event, either. Marla recognized the signs of a rolling storm that would sweep her away.

Virginia was steel-hard within her. She gripped Marla's hips with both hands, backed out momentarily, loosed a cry of victory and drove fiercely into her pussy. She moaned in ecstasy each time the lengths of ropy cum shot into her mother, feeling the passage of the scalding heavy strings and becoming more aroused with each spurt.

Their observers on-shore were in no doubt about what they were watching. This was passionate intercourse of memorable proportions accomplished in public and not to be forgotten.

"Oh! oh!...darling...yes...yes...YES! I am so full of you. I am so creamy and sticky. I am so full of your cum! You gorgeous creature."

With that, Marla fastened her mouth to Virginia's and lashed her tongue furiously inside her mouth. Saliva flooded their mouths and ran down their chins. Their breasts bounced furiously as Virginia continued her steady driving into and out of her mother, spurting droplets of sticky liquid, still as aroused as when she had begun.

Eventually, Virginia's thighs began to burn, not from another orgasm, but from weariness in supporting Marla in an intercourse position, despite the lifting effect of the water around them. They kissed, whispered erotic phrases to each other, and Virginia withdrew. Though the warm water cleansed them, Virginia's penis was still hard as she emerged from the water. She saw several sunbathers point to her, knew what they were saying, and felt another zing of erotic electricity.

Marla glanced down at Virginia's great cock swinging heavily from side-to-side and grasped it. She held on as they returned to their position on the beach.

"Are you happy now, Marla, since everyone on the beach is staring at us? You are leading me up the sand with my cock as if I needed guidance to get back here."

Virginia grinned wickedly.

"You are so full of it sometimes, sweet lover," shot back the older woman. "I'm holding on to you for support. You can tell that. After what you just did to me, I need all the help I can get!"

"If you need help, Marla dear, I would expect you to put your arm around my shoulders and hobble a bit. You have your hand firmly placed somewhere else, and you're not hobbling at all. You act as if you've just been ravaged sexually and loved every second of it."

Marla turned to her child and cupped both of Virginia's breasts as she gazed into the blonde's widened blue eyes.

"And so I have been. This has changed things, you know. This is not casual for me, Virginia. Do you understand me?"

The statuesque young nude stared right back at her.

"Oh, I do, indeed, Marla. Our lovemaking was not casual for me, either. We may have friends with whom we are very intimate, my sweet Mother, but this is permanent. I would never expect you to cease your relationships with Carla and Annabelle in order to further what we have. Rather, I think your sexual attachment to them is sensuous, extremely arousing, and it certainly pleases me. What we have is different."

They dressed and left the beach for home intending to accomplish serious preparations for the departure to the United States. Instead, when they arrived home, they showered together, made love as the water pounded down, dried their hair and rushed back to bed. Only after their desires had been sated hours later did they fall into an exhausted sleep.

One week later Virginia left for Texas.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Marla shook herself awake to the present, realizing that she had at some point meandered around to her office couch and reclined there during her musings about her shemale son. In several hours she would see her beautiful child at the airport at long last. Virginia was coming home, and this time it appeared for good. That was nearly four years ago, she mused. Has it swept by so fast? Oh, I love that girl. Virginia, you cannot know how I have missed you, Darling. Now you are coming home. A perfectly loving and longing smile brightened her face as she said to no one in particular, "But I'm going to do my best to show you. My very, very best."

The Arrival

She strode purposefully but without hurry down the loading ramp from Sunbelt Airlines' lounge to the Canadair CRJ200ER small passenger jet that would carry her to Palm Beach International Airport and home. This time she planned to stay indefinitely.

University life in Texas had been enjoyable, and she had enthusiastically worked through every course in her textile design curriculum with an eye toward the opportunity with Prism Design in Palm Beach. But Virginia Holton was also tired after nearly four years of college study, and in contrast to other parents who would have advised their son or daughter to "Hang in for just a few more hours and get the whole thing over with," her mother, Marla Holton, had fairly yelled, "Come on home for as long as you want! You can finish the rest here."

And so Virginia packed it all up, shipped most of her belongings home, and now settled into her seat on the final leg of her journey.

She lowered herself into the aisle seat of row eight and thought how much more she liked traveling on these smaller jets with two seats on each side of the center aisle than becoming a sardine in the 'cattle car' of a larger craft, stacked miserably on top of every other passenger. She smiled at the woman beside her in the window seat, then withdrew a paperback thriller from her bag and read until she began to doze.

Virginia had risen early enough that morning to bathe, dress and apply the little makeup she used. Her neck muscles were slightly accentuated because of the weight of her hair. Other than to trim the ends so that all the hair was an even length, neither she nor her mother had cut it since she was six years old. One day soon I've got to weigh this stuff, she thought.

Her arms and shoulders were slender, soft and shapely, her hands delicate with natural one-inch long rounded nails. She had finally decided to grow her nails long like her mother's. Marla had a stunning set of three-inch fingernails that curved in near-perfect arcs; she referred to them as her claws. Virginia stood nude before the mirror on the back of the room's bathroom door. She turned to admire the profile of her breasts and was pleased with what she saw.

As she gazed at herself, the organ between her thighs firmed, then hardened. When she turned to face herself in the mirror, it swelled to a gorgeous full length of nine inches. Nestled beneath her cock was her ball sac concealed by its lush coat of blonde fur.

She truly enjoyed herself. Her skin was a lovely honeyed tan, silky smooth to the touch. A year ago she manicured her pubic bush by shaving all abdominal hair above her penis. She shaved her legs to their inside top and her anal cleft as well. The dense forest of golden hair covering her balls curled outward around them in a sexy, soft cloud.

Virginia touched the velvet pinkish tan of her crown, then ran her nails beneath it to that 'spot of gold' as she termed it. Her penis now stood directly out from her body, warm, swollen, beautiful. She longed to enjoy a luxurious moment of private ecstasy; however, that would have to wait. She detested having to rush, and she wanted to be prepared for her mother when she arrived in Palm Beach.

First on her list was an unhurried breakfast at a buffet down the street. She had laid out a ribbed undershirt or sleeveless tee shirt she would tuck into closely fitting black denims. These were set off by black leather heels and a wide black leather belt with a gold buckle. Virginia fitted her heavy breasts into a thin lacey bra and pulled the white top over them. The bra nestled her breasts together while concealing nothing; their dark brown pointed nipples were clearly outlined through the thin fabric. She placed a single-strand pearl pendant in each ear lobe and felt them softly caress her face with her movements. On her left wrist she wore a simple gold watch; on her right, four gold bracelets of differing designs and thicknesses. She left her mane of golden hair loose with its wave covering her right eye.

She picked up her shoulder bag, the only item she would hand-carry, took a last look around the room, closed the door and walked to the waiting taxi.

Several passengers across the aisle and behind her on the plane gazed at her with interest. Virginia was a different lady in many respects. She had an easy laugh with a quick sense of humor. Surprisingly, she thoroughly enjoyed being 'hit on' within reason, and employed her good humor on those for whom the word 'no' had no significance. Sometimes there were people who could not understand that small sentence, "No," but they were few.

During her years at the university she had dated both men and women, at times preferring the latter. Too many men had the manners of a wart hog and didn't even know they were missing something of great value when she turned down their advances. There were a few exceptions. She did date several male classmates and even a professor; of the five she went on to enjoy sex with two of them. The other three took her for a woman, something that always delighted Virginia, and they were actually the sort of dates she allowed to fondle her breasts, a truly memorable experience for all three. With these, however, she allowed no further sexual activity.

There was another, Ron, who at first was quite enjoyable and she dated him several times. Their parting of ways came when he wanted to tie up Virginia. She demurred, urging instead that they continue kissing and that he play with her breasts and take pictures of her topless. Ron continued to wheedle and finally attempted to ensnare her left wrist with a rope.

He experienced the surprise of his life when, with barely an effort, the topless blonde beauty grasped his left wrist with her own right hand and, securing his upturned wrist with her left hand, sharply bent his hand back toward his forearm, driving him to the floor in pain.

"I know this is a rather hackneyed question, Ron, but what part of 'No' did you not understand?"

Her now-thoroughly embarrassed date squirmed in an effort to get loose, but she tightened her grip.

"Listen carefully, Ron. I asked you courteously to not do that; now you get it without the peanut butter and cherry jam. I don't do tie-ups. Not for anybody. One, because I have no intention of putting myself in a completely defenseless position. Almost no one in this life is worthy of that sort of trust by anybody. And second, when a person is tied up there is no way they can make love to their partner. I like to return the favor. You won't get a second chance to do it right. We're through. If you are reeeeelly smart you'll stay there until I leave, and that won't take long. Oh, and if you want to pass the word along about me, why, honey, ya'll jes do so till yo' little ole hahrt sings."

Her affected southern accent dripped with contempt.

Virginia stood, retrieved her top and pulled it over her head, stuffed her bra in her purse, and unceremoniously strode out the door, quietly closing it behind her in a show of self-discipline and lack of fear.

She never heard from him again.

She had been in love with a man, however, a precious, wonderful man. Virginia had not really gotten over him, and because of him probably would fall in love with a man again.

Last year she had met Shawn Owen during a Saturday-in-the-Park fundraiser for a local fire and rescue squad on which three of her classmates served in off-hours. Shawn was a martial arts trainer and ran a small studio, teaching a small group of students in one of several strains of Tang Soo Do, a Korean martial art with an additional specialty in hap ki do. After having spent most of the day together behind a serving table, she and he planned a date for the following night. He was different.

For her date Virginia wore a soft blue sleeveless blouse with a white miniskirt and half-heel basket-weave sandals. Beneath the short skirt she wore a lacey white thong that had proven its mettle before by restraining her stiffening cock in several very erotic situations. Her legs were smooth and tanned; she relished the sensation of nakedness and wore no hose. She wore her hair loose, with no pins to hold it away from her face.

Shawn picked her up at her apartment and they had dinner together in a small Italian restaurant both had always wanted to try. Then they went to a movie, a mutant-beast-from-the-sea flick that each had sheepishly admitted to the other he and she wanted to see.

Omega Cinema Sixteen boasted the double-wide seats at the end of each row, and they snickered as they settled into one in the nose-bleed section of the darkened room. Three other people, two of them a couple in front and down eight seats, shared that part of the theater. The rest of the crowd sat five rows below.

After hungrily stoking away a tub of popcorn and one large soda, they glanced at each other, laughed, and without hesitating leaned together and kissed lightly. Shawn sensed rather than actually felt the butterfly touch of her moist tongue upon his lips, and he placed his hand upon her warm, bare thigh. Virginia covered it with her own to keep it there.

Shawn gently caressed her smooth flesh. He glanced at her, and she encouraged him with a smile. Inside, however, Virginia was in turmoil. When he found what was there to be discovered, she wondered what would be his response. Would he.....? Her heart pounded as his hand slid farther up her bared thigh; the short skirt hardly concealed her white thong now that she was seated and he would soon touch her.

She felt his fingers delicately meet her hardness and he glanced at her. Shawn drew her near and kissed her, timidly inserting his tongue into her mouth. As he did so, he touched her penis with his fingers, sliding them over the stiffening form between her legs. To her astonishment and joy he gently squeezed her shape, enfolding it with his hand as he buried his face in that incredible mane of hair.

"Will you....? he asked without finishing as he plucked at her thong, pulling it down carefully, slowly.

"Of course I will," Virginia whispered as she drew it down over her shoes.

She quickly thrust it under her right leg to get it out of the way but keep it nearby for when they departed. Her penis lay upon her thighs, uncovered by the tiny skirt, its solid weight warm and heavy. Her pubic fur sprouted upward between her thighs, and he fingered it. Then he fondled her cock, moving his fingers delicately along its length, feathering the head now hot with excitement.

The sensation of his hand between her legs pleased Virginia. She had enjoyed the affections of other men although those had been temporary. She still hoped for a man with manners and strength, someone whom she could love for a long time and who would love her to the exclusion of others.

"How beautiful you are, Virginia. Look at you, you marvelous creature. Such a mane of hair! Your legs are traffic stoppers. And now this, this exquisite gift hardening in my hand. Thank you for allowing me to enjoy you."

"Are you...I mean, does this...?" Virginia stammered without finishing her questions.

"Am I turned off by you? Of course not! And does this change anything? Nope, not a thing." He laughed at a point in the film when laughter was certainly not the appropriate response, drawing the attention of others in the darkened theater.

"Do you mind if I simply continue?" he asked, affecting a slightly testy tone in his voice in order to relieve her concern.

"No, Shawn, but if you do I am going to lose myself. I'm so close to that now. Will you wait until we get back to my apartment? Then we can do everything we want." She stared at him, her blue eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

"Do you always insist on such impossible feats of skill to the lucky people who date you?" he chuckled. "All right, can I just touch those gorgeous legs?"

"Oh, yes you can. There are few who know what you know and even fewer who have gone where you are now, precious man. If you think you face difficulty now, just wait until we arrive at my place." Her smile was broad and her teeth shone even in the darkened theater.
Shawn continued to caress her thighs and play with her pubic curls but avoided touching her cock. Several times he rested his face in her mass of hair, silently amazed that someone such as she could grow a head of hair like this.

Virginia was struck by this man's gentle, slow manner. Shawn softly stroked her hair, whispering his frank amazement at a male having been able to grow such thick, long waves.

"I have never seen someone as beautiful and as completely sensuous as you. You are in a class all by yourself, Virginia. You are working magic upon me."

"And you upon me, Shawn."

Then Virginia grasped his face and brought it close to her own.

"Shawn, Shawn, I can't wait. I can't wait. Please touch me, caress me, enjoy me, you beautiful man!"

Her lover drew her close, kissed her at length to heighten her arousal, then gently began to move his hand up and down her shaft. He did not grip it nor was he hurried. Rather, Shawn tenderly encircled her fat cock with his thumb and two fingers, lightly stroking her shape, playing with her velvet head, then gently pulling her blonde curls to their full length about her rod. Virginia sighed with delight and turned toward him, her heavy cock now at full length and resting heavily upon the fabric of the seat.

"I am about to cum, Shawn. Do you want me to?" She stared intently at him.

"Yes, Princess, I do. I want to see you excited, to see you lose yourself, and I want it on my hand as well. Tell me what to do so that I can time my strokes to your excitement."

"Shawn, sweet man, all you must do is keep doing what you are now. I...it is coming. I am losing myself...oh, help me, lover!"

With that Virginia's thighs flamed with the oncoming convulsions, two drops of clear dew rolled over the head of her cock and onto his fingers, and she spurted. A thick, ropy string of cum shot from her cock and landed upon the inside of her left thigh. She groaned in ecstasy as the first was succeeded by another streamer almost as long. This one filled Shawn's left hand that he had moved to hold in front of her throbbing penis. He swiftly began caressing her cock with his left hand, spreading the slippery, sticky cream over the shaft and lubricating his hand. Jets of hot cream shot out, landing on her legs, his hand and the floor.

Virginia gripped the edges of the seat, then pulled at her hair, then grasped at her lover in a complete loss of control. As he continued to masturbate her with his left hand, Shawn kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue in a gentle effort to pull it from her mouth.

Soft and sticky sounds rose from his continued strokes of her cock as cum slithered downward into her blonde grass. Finally, the lovely and undone lady beside him fell silent, breathing deeply, her eyes closed. Her long lashes were dark with tears of pleasure. The short skirt had pulled upward and everything she owned was bare. The gorgeous cock was still hot, hard and wet in his hand, gently pulsing as if it had a life of its own. Her shapely legs were spread apart and he could see the upper portion of her anal cleft when he moved her furry ball sac to one side.

Minutes of silence punctuated by tiny whispers lengthened as they kissed. Virginia removed the first string of cum from her leg with her forefinger and consumed it as she stared at Shawn. He in turn tasted each of his fingers to demonstrate his affection and desire.

"Shawn, darling, I think we need to clean up before we leave. I just can't get up and walk out of here like this, and you must let me clean your hands, you precious boy."

She reached into her bag and brought out four handi-wipes that they used to freshen up. Then with giggles Shawn held her shoulders as she raised her hips and repositioned her thong over her still-swollen cock. When they stood she pulled downward at the skirt until she felt sure that it concealed the lump between her thighs.

The two lovers made their way out of the theater, unable to resist several seconds of tongue-sparring along the way.

After Shawn opened her door and before she sat down into his car she once more removed her thong. Shawn opened the driver side door and saw his date with her legs spread once more, the tiny skirt hiked up nearly to her hips and that beautiful firm cock resting upon his seat.

"Virginia, do you want me to get us home or are you determined to make this the most wonderfully impossible evening in both our lives!" he exclaimed. Her only answer was a coy smile.

At her apartment shortly thereafter they made luxurious, drawn-out love for the first time. Shawn had kissed her deeply, dipping his tongue lightly into her nostrils and ears as he plucked her navel pendant, and thoroughly arousing himself in the process.

To her surprise her date was captivated by the considerable length of her fingernails. One-inch nails from the tip of the quick are unusual because of the discipline necessary to grow and maintain them. For a male to accomplish this, Shawn thought to himself, was remarkable. They were lovely, exquisitely shaped and he knew would eventually curve downward if she permitted them to continue growing. Virginia used her fingers very carefully in order to avoid undue pressure and wear on the ends of her nails. Shawn thought these were erotic.

After spreading the legs of this blonde vision as she sat on the patio couch, he knelt between her thighs and fondled her swollen penis, laying its length across his mouth, taking in its scent and then kissing it gently. After staring into her eyes for a long moment he fondled her bulk tenderly, sliding his fingers over her crown, caressing her length.

Virginia closed her eyes as her pleasure and arousal built. He was loving, tender and gentle with her. Other lovers had been so crude that they could hardly greet her before they were trying to get into her pants. This never failed to turn off any desire she had to continue a relationship. But Shawn was different. It made no difference to him at all that she was a shemale; apparently, he enjoyed her for who she was. His restraint was intriguing and his gentleness with her touched a chord deep within.

Shawn moved his hands softly over her thighs and legs, whispering compliments about her sensuality, velvet flesh and pretty blonde fur. At one point he raised her cock and remarked about the thickness of her bush beneath it.

"Pretty, pretty girl. Have you any idea of the thrill that you create in me? I can hardly believe the beauty of your skin. And look at your cock, Virginia. You are gorgeous...you are huge! You are fat and long, your crown is tanned and soft. And such sexy girl fur...I'll bet you are a knockout from behind."

Virginia bent to kiss him again, her tongue lashing inside his mouth. His hands cupped her breasts and brushed her pointed nipples. She held his face in her hands and whispered to him.

"Darling Shawn, you treat me as if I were royalty. You haven't hurried but stroked me and complimented me and now I am so hot and so very, very hard. Will you please taste me?"

Without a word Shawn bowed his head and held her cock to his nostrils, breathing in her scent, then he kissed it along its length. The fully hardened penis felt velvety, smooth, almost alive as it gently pulsed in his hand. As he stared at it he thought, "This is actually beautiful." Her long blonde cock fur softly brushed his fingers. He was becoming more aroused as he fondled this gorgeous penis in preparation for sucking it. Finally, he opened his mouth and laid her long, fat organ upon his extended tongue. Although this was Shawn's first time to swallow a cock, he had read about it and had a sense of what he should do to bring Virginia maximum pleasure. He shifted position sufficiently to make his head lower than her hips and straighten his neck. Then he began to slowly work her back into his throat, halting periodically to prevent coughing, then allowing his saliva to moisten her thickness and gently drawing in more of it. When the swollen head reached the back of his throat he ceased movement, then withdrew slightly to ready his throat for her head. He forced his tongue down in back, pressed her in gently, overcoming the tightness there, and relaxed.

Shawn had fully swallowed her cock. He breathed lightly, carefully, relishing her taste, warmth and her sheer bulk. Her smooth abdomen brushed his face as he reached both hands for her furry balls, fondling them, knitting his fingers through the dense golden pubic fluff.

Virginia threw her head back, wrapped in a cocoon of ecstasy. She toyed with her nipples, then gasped softly. She trailed her nails across his cheeks, making soft tracks over his flesh and waving her fingers in a gentle, erotic dance of desire. She moved her torso slightly, causing her breasts to quiver as she caressed his face and hair.

To Shawn this experience of handling and tasting someone else's penis was strange and so sensual that he was hard put to describe it to himself in his thoughts. He had always been interested in women and never really thought about doing what he was now enjoying. Virginia was desirable in every respect as a woman. When he felt her cock under that miniskirt it was a jolt, but for some reason it did not repulse him. Rather, he was aroused partly by the fact of her beauty, partly because she was intriguing as a person and partly by the knowledge that she had been a male. The luscious, hard penis beneath her skirt added to her sensuality and mystery. And he actually wanted to get it into his mouth.

After enjoying this incredible woman he withdrew to her head and began masturbating her. After several minutes of soft touches and gentle manipulations, she lost herself in a burst of sunlight and he accepted all her offering. After long minutes of silence she whispered to him.

"Darling lover, I don't know how you learned to swallow me whole but you are perfect. Oh, Shawn, that was wonnnnderful. Not everyone can do it."

His only reply was to get back into bed and pull her down on top of his body, wrapping his legs around the back of her thighs and watching as her breasts lowered onto his chest. He buried his face in her hair.

She half expected Shawn to move quickly to enter her from behind, but hours passed and he had attempted no such act. Finally, he rose and went into the bathroom. She heard him relieve himself and wash his hands, then he returned and stood at the side of their bed staring at her. Virginia lay nude before him, her golden mane framing her head and shoulders with its incredible thickness. Her arms lay beside her, her lovely hands palm down on the sheet and displaying her long, sexy nails. He stared at her smooth body glowing in the half-light of the bedside lamp and felt himself harden once more as he saw the only hair on her body, that lush blonde fur covering her balls, rising from between her thighs. Her long, fat beautiful cock lay on its back pointing up toward her breasts.

"Darling, turn over please and move up onto your knees," he whispered.

She did so, pointing her bottom toward him. She lowered her head and awaited his invasion. Nothing she had experienced in the past prepared her for his sweet, tender approach to entering her anus. He positioned himself on his knees behind her but ran his hands softly over her waist, then her curvy butt. Her swollen cock, partially concealed by the dense fur on her balls, hung deliciously heavy between her thighs. Shawn fondled her beauty, tugging gently at the blonde bush and tapping her penis to watch it bounce. He was so hard that his cock stood directly before him touching her cheek.

"Shawn, Honey, please make love to me now. I want you inside me," she sighed.

Rather than immediately comply, her lover bent to her shapely ass, parted her cheeks and licked her pretty hole. He could tell she had been penetrated before often enough to cause its edges to become softly rounded. She was beautiful, and his hunger for this incredible shemale increased.

He reached for the tube of gel and covered both her hole and his own cock, taking time to gently insert his middle finger through her brownish-pink muscle. Then he gently touched the head of his hardness to her anus and began his slow entry. She raised her bottom slightly and relaxed her muscle for him; he was tender as he slowly pressed into her, obviously aware of the sensitive structure of her rectum. Virginia moaned with excitement as her body recognized the large invader. He reached around and under her hips to feel her cock and found it completely stiff.

Virginia suddenly raised her head, threw back her hair and groaned, "Oh, Shawn, you are so loving with me. This is perfect, this is wonderful! I am so excited, so hard! I...you...you're going to make me cum, Shawn. Mmmm...."

"Princess, I don't want that for you, yet. Just enjoy this now, then I'll turn you over."

He continued his slow entry and withdrawal, his bare cock sensing every part of her canal, reading the signs that hinted of her passion. Virginia began to pant with excitement.

"Not yet, Virginia," he whispered. He withdrew long enough for her to roll onto her back and draw up her legs beside her chest. Her anus was dilated and moist. His cock was bare and sticky. He re-entered her as tenderly as he had done the first time. His own smooth flesh contrasted with her pubic thicket as she lay bared below him. Her furry balls rested against his abdomen and her stiff cock lay upon her tummy. He began his slow stroking ; Virginia caressed her cock, then began to masturbate slowly. To her he felt huge yet there was no pain, no discomfort with his entry. She was captivated by his gentle approach, his careful and slow thrusts. He was concerned for her, not just himself. Her penis grew stiff, wonderfully and sensually hard with his penetration.

Shawn continued his entry and exit, staring intently at his shemale in order to read any signal that heralded her orgasm.

"Oh! Shawn! Such tenderness...you are so gentle with me, Baby. I'm going to cum, Shawn. It's on the way...."

"I know, Virginia. I can see your expression change."

As she continued her fondling he played with her golden fur and maintained his slow, deep stroking into and out of her anus.

"Shawn, no one has ever made love to me this way. No one. I am so hard, so hot, so excited and...OH! Oh, Lover, here I come...."

With two fingers of her left hand she supported her cock; with the thumb and two fingers of her right hand she manipulated it. Virginia cried out as a long string of cream launched from the enlarged hole in her crown, landing up the length of her tummy. A second streamer followed, almost as long, and landed across her navel, coating her pendant with warm, sticky cum. She rolled her head from side-to-side moaning with ecstasy and feathered her plump nipples. Her nipple rings bounced as Shawn entered and withdrew, entered and withdrew, slowly, tenderly, gazing down at her with desire written all over his face. She continued manipulating herself, her spurts decreasing in size, until she had no more. Shawn had counted three heavy jets of cum and numerous smaller blobs afterward.

With his forefinger Shawn drew a mound of warm cream to his mouth and consumed it. She tasted delicious. Then he slowly covered her nipples with it and finished his erotic performance by using his hand to spread the remaining cream over her abdomen.

He was marvelously thick in his own right. In the past Virginia had learned to relax her anus in order to experience maximum pleasure from the man entering her, but never had she known such careful and adoring intercourse by her lover. Others had been hurried, some had been insulting in their attitude and it had become apparent only after she had been taken. At least those had worn protection; she was thankful that they had not left their cream inside her.

This man was different. He was gentle with her in his loving. He asked her if she wanted him to use a condom; she shook her head, longing to have his great staff uncovered and hot within her. He had coated her round muscle with gel to protect her, then despite his longing he lightly covered his own swollen cock. His entire conduct from their first meeting in the park to their intense lovemaking now bespoke a concern for her; her gift to him was that she wanted him bare within her. When he had finally nosed himself into her ass she gasped with pleasure and realization that he was the largest she had ever known. He knew that he must be sensitive to her and proceeded slowly, carefully.

Even his kisses were soft. He brushed her eyelids with his moist tongue, whispering his appreciation of her perfume and her lovely cascade of hair. He nibbled at her ears, complimenting her on their loveliness and the pendants she wore, then he deftly inserted the wet tip of his tongue into each one, touching her nipples softly as he did so. She trembled with arousal and pleasure.

Shawn's kisses were incredibly sexy. She could hardly get over the fact that he had never experienced loving another male, although as a shemale nearly every one of her characteristics reflected her sensuous femininity. Shawn treated her as if she were the single love for which he had searched all his life. She replayed over and over the first time he had slid his hand up her leg until he met her swollen cock, her fear that he would recoil in disgust, and his soft voice explaining that he wanted to continue, that his discovery only fuelled his desire for her.

He used his tongue with her mouth as if it were a serpent, first running it lightly around the surface of her lips, then moistening it a second time and darting it into her open mouth. The sensation was electric, and her nipples and cock hardened with each remembrance. She sparred with him, each tongue wet and searching. Very slowly she realized that with every thrust he was running it farther into her mouth, and she wished that it was long enough to get halfway down her throat.

Her lover was now breathing rapidly with excitement, longing to increase his speed of thrusting yet aware that his cock was bare and that above all he must be careful of her delicate passageway even as his orgasm bloomed like a fire. Virginia watched him as he drew closer to his orgasm, and then it was upon him.

Shawn groaned loudly, closed his eyes and began a steady thrust into her anus. She felt his hot cream explode into her as he gasped, "Oh! My beautiful girl...oh, my beautiful girl!"

"Fill me, Lover. I feel your cum, I feel your gorgeous stick inside of me! You are so incredibly big, Shawn, so perfect and hot and fat and hard inside of me. Please keep moving...please keep stroking me! So warm, so smooth, so wet. Oh, I am so full of cream."

He moved with a lovely rhythm, his torso flowing after his hips thrust forward than withdrew. His hands rested upon her hips at first, then he bent forward to suck each nipple, toying with their rings before drawing a gentle vacuum on each breast. He tasted her cum and the thought stoked his inner fire. He thought of her lovely smoothness and warmth surrounding his cock and glanced down to examine the sensuous mess at her ass. His cream had filled her canal and began to leak out around his cock onto his abdomen and balls. The sheet beneath them was wet.

He remained inside of Virginia for nearly half an hour, slowly withdrawing only after his knees began to burn from contact with the sheets and hers to ache from having been bent so long. Virginia had never known such tenderness, such drawn-out and slow lovemaking, such attention to her comfort and needs.

The lovers drained each other that night and at some point they drifted off into a deep slumber. Shawn slept behind Virginia; before he dropped over the edge of weariness into the darkness below he gathered her cloak of hair and threw it over his shoulder and back. He snuggled against her soft back, his cock between her legs, the blonde mane imparting a warm heaviness and feeling of security to him.
The next morning she invited him to live with her. He accepted. Two weeks afterward this precious man of her life was dead.

It began with the small but nagging pain at the base of his spine. Shawn went to a physician who took X-rays and didn't at all like what he saw. Before Shawn could get a grip on what was happening, the physician had called in an oncologist who hospitalized Shawn immediately. In two days the vicious cancer leaped from his lower back to his brain in a hostile takeover that stunned his specialists. Shawn died the following day. [See end note on this.]

In a desperate effort to climb out of the chasm of grief, Virginia called Marla in West Palm Beach and told her mother that she wanted to come home for good. Her mother, caught between the joy of having her daughter and lover return and the grief they shared, quickly agreed.

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In her state of partial sleep as the airliner sped toward Palm Beach Virginia's mind drifted back over the years, a familiar rambling that never failed to both arouse and bring her comfort. She settled first upon the pre-teen and teen years of her past, and then once more upon an incident that occurred one day at the beach before her departure for Texas.

Marla had begun a practice with her small son that is performed in other areas of the world today but not really in the west. As she bathed and powdered and dressed the lovely little boy she would stroke his genitals as a part of her care of him. Carl was aware of her actions and had no objection. Virginia recalled clearly that Marla had also nursed her to age seven, something that brought warnings by the truckload from well-meaning friends and even a few physicians.

Their child would grow up psychologically damaged. He would be subject to the laughter of friends. He would have a poor image of himself. Actually, Marla often thought that the warnings about her nursing Matthew until he was seven years old resembled those in years past about teens who masturbated. Several very reliable publishers had printed books replete with warnings about the practice causing blindness, impotence, hearing loss and brain damage leading to insanity, books for which those publishers would later give anything if they could recall them from the face of the earth.

Marla chuckled at the mental picture, thanked her friends for their concern, and continued her tender ministrations to their son. Matthew thoroughly enjoyed nursing her, particularly when he witnessed his father also suckling his mother's great breasts and the pleasure it brought to both of the people in his delightful young life. And he likewise enjoyed her fondling his penis and balls. She never treated it as something loaded with forbidden pleasures or even a sexual matter. It was simply part of his upbringing, something that delighted him and his mother. During infancy little Matthew would coo and smile during her stroking and often the caresses brought forth streams of urine accompanied by his sweet laughter. His mother always laughed with him.

In her reverie the blonde shemale recalled the day Marla had decided to wean her from breast milk and the fit she pitched in response. Virginia could have threatened to blowup the house for all the effect her seven-year-old yowls had on Marla. Carl's wife could not be blackmailed and though Virginia wept and whined off and on for nearly a week, all it got her was a very sore throat and several missed meals when she had threatened to starve herself. Marla had responded with, "All right. You can, honey, but please do it near the front door so your father and I don't have to carry your body very far. You're getting bigger now, you know."

Virginia had decided at that point that parental blackmail had great flaws, especially if one's parents refused to play fair in the game. 'Fair' to seven-year-old Virginia and her friends was giving in to their wails and sluices of alligator tears. Marla and Carl were distinctly unfair and chose out of the game entirely. Their beautiful son thereby learned a life-lesson that would stand him, and later her, in good stead for the rest of Virginia's days.

Marla did not, however, cease caressing Matthew's legs, thighs, penis and balls. The Holtons were a 'touchy' family, that is, they were always touching each other with hugs, digs, strokes and arms about the shoulder or kisses. So far as Virginia had been concerned, even during her pre-teen and teen years it was a very intimate show of affection, very private and she enjoyed it immensely.

Virginia recalled that her mother had often performed these delicious, arousing and relaxing affections at times when her father was stroking Marla's breasts or sitting close with his arm about her. She in turn was caressing their son.

Perhaps this gentle affection by his mother had some influence upon Matthew's desire to become a girl, but no one of the three spent