The highest of commandments dictates to copulate
I made a bright and a light version, however they are both quite a bit different, the face and outfit and position is altered in each, besides the shading/coloring, which one of these do you like overall better?
Was not entirely happy with how this one was turning out, Im not kidding when I say I repainted the head around 30 times, whenever I try to go for more realism in a face and stray further away from the cartoon faces, I keep tweaking it and changing it since the slightest little details can make everything seem off.
Here are some of the steps before the final version, I thought these where specifically interesting given the outfit changes, I originally was going to also do a full nude version, or a dickgirl one, but Id rather just move on to the next post at this point, since Im really tired of working on this one.
Shad, could you please draw nsfw content with every character from Streets of Rage 4?
Kik Traxuro. Accepting from sissys/women/traps
ery fast, looking and fucking like some kind of seasoned porn starlet and loving every minute of it.
It was impossible not to be turned on watching her in action. And to be that close, to see the beads of excited perspiration running down that young and beautiful face, one so expertly tarted up to look like the hottest Sunset Boulevard whore I ever saw, to see such pleasure and lust on that face, to hear her moans of desire, I had to kiss her. If I hadn’t been busy cradling Chris’ head, I might have even jumped in. Thank heavens I was busy with Chris’ head!
Now that we were back out in the daylight and walking back to Bettie to pick up a towel so Louise could get another shower, my head had cleared of lust. Now I felt a little bad about my impulsive deep French kiss of my transsexual daughter. And I was glad I hadn’t dived in. God only knows what demons that might have unlocked. She and I had to have a talk. Soon.
By early evening Louise had turned a trick with trucker Earl, plus I’d turned two tricks on my own, putting us over a thousand for our savings. Yesterday I’d guessed I’d be fucking long haul drivers for half a year before we got even close to making back what that bastard ex-husband stole from us at the bank, but today changed all that. Together we might do much better than that. The important thing was that Louise was safe from Steve, and that she and I were together. With luck we’d get many other dates like the ones Louise got earlier.
I was still a bit torn about her working. Yes, she was very sexual for an eighteen year old transgirl and she wanted to turn tricks, but I still wanted to protect her in every way I could. Plus she could still be spotted as a T-girl—Martin did almost right away—and she could only give head to those who didn’t know. On the other hand, if there was only some kind of grapevine of truckers who liked girls like Louise, maybe word could spread that way. I was so ambivalent about it. Yes, we sorely need the money, but still…
As the sun sank toward the horizon we sat at a picnic table near one of the driveways into the truck stop near the frontage road. Louise was giving me a neck rub when a big, white limousine pulled up and the very back window rolled down. An older guy, in his fifties maybe and dressed in an expensive suit, looked at us with a big smile.
“Are you ladies Norma and Louise?” he asked.
“Who’s asking?” I replied, suddenly wary. No way Clarence had sold us out. Maybe—
“My name is Chester M. Stone. The third. A friend of mine heard about you ladies from a recent… shall we say ‘admirer’ of yours. And his lady friend. Does that sound familiar?”
I could barely believe my ears. Maybe there was a grapevine. That could make things very interesting indeed. But now I’ve really got to watch out for my baby too.
“Indeed it does, Mr. Stone,” I said, getting to my feet and stretching languorously, displaying my body as provocatively as possible.
Louise followed suit. She was now dressed identically to me. A low cut tank top, no bra, and cutoff jeans that left a generous amount of asscheeks hanging out. Her sexy stretch was a carbon copy of mine, displaying that tight little body of hers to the maximum. She was catching on fast.
“Perhaps you ladies might join me in here for a moment? Discuss some business?”
Soon we sat on the soft leather seats in the back area of a huge, spacious limo. Chester had “executive” or “politician” written all over him. He was cultured and gentlemanly and clearly very rich. While he endeavored to be polite his eyes kept darting to my baby, who took every opportunity to show off her hot body without peeling back a stitch of clothing.
I felt good about Chester but I was a bit sorry for Louise, who was about to learn one of the unlovely truths about prostitution—not all of your johns were young or looked like Brad Pitt or even Martin from this morning. I was about to ask him what he wanted, prepared to dig in my heels for no less than three hundred for Louise, when he dropped the bomb on us.
“I don’t want to have sex with either of you two ladies. I just like to watch. How much to see the two of you… enjoy each other?”
Louise blushed deeply. Was that because she’d been embarrassed or because she was glad for that kiss? Even more shocking was the possibility that she’d been glad for our deep kiss. That made me hornier than I can ever remember being. But she was my baby! Did she and I really want to venture down that forbidden road?
She’s not really your baby, is she now?
I pushed the rationalization out of my head. It didn’t matter what I knew, because it was about what Louise knew. As far as she was concerned I was her true, biological mother and she’d been through enough already. “Chester. I—we can’t do that. She’s my daughter.”
“I know. But I also know about a kiss that happened earlier today that made two truckers very, very excited.”
“That was a moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have—”
“Mom! I want to do it.”
Now I was getting hornier, if that was even possible. But I had to be strong.
“I’m sorry, baby, I have to put my foot down. There’s a difference between a moment of weakness and what I believe this gentleman would like to see us do together.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Chester said, pulling out his wallet. “Let’s just talk this over like sensible business people.” He withdrew a stack if bills and counted out at least half of them, ten hundred dollar bills, and dropped them onto the cool leather.
I was in a small daze, looking at one thousand dollars in cash.
“Mom…” I heard Louise say, as if from a distance.
I licked my lips. “Well, maybe… but, there are certain things we will not do.”
Chester smiled patiently and then reached into an inside pocket of his jacket to retrieve an envelope. Now a one-thousand dollar bill had joined the pile of hundreds. “Maybe we can discuss those ‘certain things’ now, Norma. What do you and your shemale daughter have to say to two thousand dollars for an hour long show right here, right now?”
I looked at the thousand-dollar bill Chester had just dropped onto the seat and I smiled indulgently. I glanced at Louise who gasped looking at the bill.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Chester, but you and I both know the treasury pulled all bills bigger than $100 out of circulation forty years ago. There can’t be more than a hundred thousand genuine thousand-dollar bills left.”
“And this is one of them,” he smiled. “To be honest, I just pulled it out for effect. I was going to replace it with ten hundreds when we were done here.”
He carefully placed the thousand note back in the envelope and dug into his Armani pants pocket, bringing out an obscenely fat roll of crisp bills. They looked like all hundreds. He counted out ten and dropped them onto the existing pile of ten. “No limits. Okay, Norma?”
I looked at my pre-op transsexual daughter, Louise, who stared in awe at the pile of money.
* * *
There was two grand in big bills sitting on the seat, and Chester had just asked Mom and me to make my biggest fantasy ever come true. I used to feel guilty when I started dreaming about it two years ago but I got past the guilt because I told myself it was only a fantasy that would never ever happen. Lots of people, maybe even most people fantasize about stuff they wouldn’t really want to happen, so why should I feel bad masturbating to a fantasy about making love with my mom?
Maybe it was because part of me really, really wanted it to happen?
That surprise deep kiss we had in Martin and Chris’ sleeper cab, when I was fucking Chris and Martin was fucking me, it turned me on so much. I can still feel those soft full lips of Mom’s on mine, her moist tongue and mine sweetly, passionately playing with each other. I could die right now and that kiss will live with me forever. I can’t help but think she really meant that kiss because of how turned on I’ve seen her get when she sees me having sex with somebody. Maybe she wants it just as bad as me but feels guilty about wanting it like I used to.
When we got out of Martin and Chris’s truck, I felt this weird vibe from her, like only maybe she felt really bad about it. Maybe she was more worried that I felt bad about it? Or maybe she felt bad because she’s the parent and isn’t supposed to have those feelings?
Well I say, fuck “supposed.” We’re not supposed to be on the run from a man who should be rotting in jail, who wants to lock me up and try to turn me back into a boy. Mom and I are not supposed to suddenly be hated by nearly everybody in the town I grew up in, just because they learned I’m a transsexual girl.
I don’t know about much anything else, but I know my love for my mother is the only pure and right thing I know. I have always admired her energy and her beauty, which may be partly why I transitioned. My mom is a totally gorgeous babe, even at 37. Any other bisexual or lesbian girl would want to fuck her, so why is it so terribly wrong for me to be attracted to her in that way, even if she is my mom? However, if it would make her feel bad to do this, if it would change her love for me for the worse, then I would have to resist this feeling. Up until now I wished I knew for sure.
Now maybe I find out, because here’s two thousand dollars in cash. I tried to tell myself that Mom and I could just do like I’ve heard some hookers and strippers, put on a big show for the customer without getting emotionally involved. The thing is, I already am involved. I want to make love to my own mother and some guy has just offered us more money than we usually make in three whole days. I guess I should just leave it up to her.
Chester looked at my mom to reply to his proposal—an hour of sex between her and me, right here in the back of this nice limo in front of this true gentleman. Mom licked her lips again, looking at the pile of money.
“Well, maybe I guess we could do some other stuff too, but—”
“No, buts, Norma.”
“Maybe for a little more…”
Chester gave her a tight little smile. “Perhaps you two ladies should take your leave if this deal isn’t good enough for you. How do I know you two haven’t already been fucking for years?”
“I… I… ” Mom fumbled for the words.
Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, and I couldn’t let Mom’s guilt blow this opportunity for us. I reached over her with both hands and picked up the pile of cash, held them to my large A-sized breasts. “We’ll do it, Mister,” I declared. “But straight sex only. No deep kink, okay?”
Chester leaned back and smiled. “That would be acceptable to me. Norma?”
Mom looked at me half in protest, half with desire. “Baby, we can’t. We shouldn’t.”
I dropped the money between the two of us, gently took her hands in mine and gazed deeply into her eyes to try to convey all of the longing and passion and tenderness I could. “Mom, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this with you forever. I could never feel bad about it. I know I wouldn’t. And I don’t want you to feel bad about it either. You turn me on more than any woman or man in the world, and I want to make love with you more than anything else.” And with that I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and allowed my mouth to linger, hoping she would kiss back.
She did, very deeply. I felt her tongue start to probe my lips but then she pulled back. “We can’t do this, baby,” she said, her eyes filling with tears, “it’s wrong.”
“Shhh. Shhh,” I soothed, kissing those eyelids softly. “I love you and I say it’s right. I’ve thought about this for two years, and I want to make love to you. And nobody can tell me that’s wrong.”
“I love you too, baby. Oh, so much. But there’s so much you don’t know.”
“I… don’t… care. Nothing can make me not want this—not want you. And… I think you want me too. Don’t you?”
She looked down, blushing deeply. “Yes. I—I’m just afraid of what will happen.”
“Nothing will happen except we’ll be even closer. Don’t you want to be closer to me, Mom?”
“Y-yes,” she admitted, looking at me with a tenderness and passion emerging out of the fear and shame I’d seen in her eyes just a moment ago.
“Then trust me, Mom.”
With that I gently unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a shelf bra so her lovely 38D jugs were already nestled together in spectacular cleavage, her areolas prickled with gooseflesh and nipples stiff with excitement. It was then I knew she wanted this just as badly as me. My mom was far from a virgin, but she’d have to be handled with the care of one until she let go of her inhibitions and surrendered to her secret passion for me.
She sat there not stiff but passive, allowing me to make the opening moves. I knew she needed to let things unfold this way so she wouldn’t feel bad later. I wanted her never to feel bad ever again. I would warm her up with all of the gentleness and love I had, so she would believe my feelings for her, and that would make it all okay.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth, softly licking and kissing it. I felt her shudder, heard a tiny moan escape her lips. With my left hand I reached up to massage the back of her neck, applying firm pressure, almost controlling the back of her head, to let her know that I was taking charge. She sighed softly, without trying to hide it. Distantly I heard Chester’s voice shudder, but he might as well have been a hundred miles away. Only Mom and I existed for each other right now.
With my free hand I reached down and unbuttoned her cutoff jeans, slid down the zipper. I felt for the waistband of her thong as I began to more firmly suck at the hard nipple on the end of her magnificent breast. My fingers slipped into her thong panties and found her vulva already moist. With my forefinger I traced down the slick gash to the opening of the honey hole of my mother’s pussy. Fuck, she was totally wet!
Now she was moaning and whimpering, a pleading sound that spoke more than words. It said that she wanted me, her transsexual daughter to start finger-fucking her. So easily my finger slipped up Mom’s juicing cunt, making her gasp with pleasure. All of a sudden, with both hands she pulled my face away from her lovely tit and brought my mouth to hers. Gently but repeated our lips came together, mouths open, our tongues exploring each other with a curious lust of two creatures long attracted and now finally acting on it.
Mom pushed me back to the limousine bed and unbuttoned my blouse, briefly teased my rigid nipples with her tongue before unbuttoning and pulling down my cutoffs and panties. My seven-inch cock sprang to full attention, harder and more excited than it had ever been. I couldn’t believe the sight of Mom’s mouth opening, and her full beautiful lips encircling my cock. What thrilled me most was the exquisite warmth and moisture of her mouth going down on me.
Electricity shot through my body as she engulfed the full length my clitty, taking my cockhead into her throat. Her slick tongue slid up and down the my throbbing shaft, gently then eagerly sucking, teasing briefly with her teeth, showing the skills of someone who had given many, many blowjobs in the past. Mom was sucking my shemale cock, and I loved it. From the sound of the tiny whimpers in her throat, so was she. I wanted to return this pleasure at the same time. I wanted to eat Mom’s pussy even more than when I’d been going down on Chris’.
“Maybe you two ladies could sort of sixty-nine?” Chester said, as if he were reading my mind. His voice was thick with lust. If I could have torn my gaze away from the hypnotic sight of my mother sucking my cock I know I would have seen him with his dick in his hand.
Mom started to pull away, but I gently caught the back of her head so I could answer for us. I kind of had the feeling I knew what she would say, and it would be more effective if I said it, especially if he kept seeing Mom give me a blowjob while I said it.
“Chester, now I know you’ve been generous with your offer, but our understanding was we’d do our own thing and you’d watch.”
“Ok,” he said, discouraged.
“However… if you want to toss on another five hundred, we will do anything you tell us to and when you tell us, except for the extreme kink we said earlier,” I said. “Ever want to direct a live sex show with a teenaged transsexual girl and her mother?”
“Done!” he cried. “It’s yours.” He let go of his cock and dug back into his pocket for his bankroll.
Mom took her mouth off of me and leaned over to hug me tightly. “What have you got us into, baby?” she whispered, her voice tight with anxiety and passion.
Very deliberately I gently took the sides of her head and gave her the most loving and passionate kiss I knew how to do, pointedly leaving my tongue in my mouth to rest on hers. It was a kiss that lasted at least half a minute. When I broke it I whispered in her ear, “I’ve got us into where I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. You’re my ultimate fantasy, and there’s nothing, nothing he could ask us to do that I haven’t already fantasized doing with you.”
She looked into my eyes, her own glazed over with desire and awe, overwhelmed by my naked lust for her. “You’re really serious, aren’t you baby?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Aren’t you afraid of… going too far?”
“The way I feel about you, there is no such thing as too far.”
“Oh, my god.” Mom’s eye reflected the surprise she felt, surprise at hearing how strong my feelings were for her as well as surprise for what I proposed—to plunge without fear or apologies down one of the most taboo roads in the whole world. And as it began to sink in, I could almost see her deeply planted inhibitions begin to twist and fray and sever under the courage of my resolve and my unhesitant desire for her.
In essence I hope I’d just convinced her she wouldn’t be a bad mom to follow me into uncharted territory of mother-daughter incest… or, more exactly, incest between a prostitute mother and her shemale prostitute daughter.
When I saw the remainder of the pain and uncertainly leave her expression, when I saw in her eyes a hunger equal to the desire I had for her, a tear of gratitude spilled from my eye. We could do this without regret, without fear, without anything other than the love and longing we both deep down knew was there.
Mom and I could fuck with the full abandon of sweetheart lovers, totally without guilt.
Chester cleared his throat. He had another load of hundred dollar bills that he poised over our stack. “Since you two girls seem to be so hot for each other now, maybe we’ll just draw the line here, okay? I mean, since you both seem to want to, why should I pay so much?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then Mom gently put her index finger to my lips. Not taking her adoring, lusty gaze away from mine, she said, “Because if you don’t, my daughter and I will go back to our van and fuck each other’s brains out for the very first time and you’ll just have to fantasize what it looks like while you play with your twenty five hundred. Or you can share in this very first time for us and even suggest things for us to do. Okay?”
Chester laughed, a hearty chuckle with more than an edge of lecherousness to it. “Norma, since you put it that way, I have to agree. I can only say that if this really won’t be your first time together then you two are the best actresses I’ve ever seen. I just wish I could video this!”
Now my mom chuckled. “That we couldn’t allow, Chester. But we’d be agreeable to future encore shows for a price you’d probably like better. I don’t know if my daughter and I would ever had had the courage to do this without your offer, and if we had I would have wanted this first time to be just us. But since you’re such a gentleman, I’m willing to take my daughter’s incest virginity in front of you. Are you willing, baby?”
“Fuck yes, Mom!”
We all got a good laugh. Then Mom gathered up Chester’s cash and tucked it into my purse, I guess so that if my purse with the money got snatched she’d still have the Colt in hers. Then I lay on my back, lengthwise in front Chester and only about four feet from him. Mom fitted a few pillows under my head and shoulders, propping me up far enough to be able to sixty-nine with her without having to hold my head up.
I caught my breath as she straddled me, those shapely, tanned thighs hugging my ribcage, her soft tummy settling on mine. And that perfect ass of Mom’s, cheeks spread revealing her very wet open pussy lips and the mysterious dark triangular cleft where the maddeningly tantalizing swirls of her asshole flesh beckoned me. I wanted to tongue-fuck my mother’s asshole but first I had to taste her dripping cunt.
A moment later I gasped in pleasure as her hot, wet mouth again sucked in my half-erect transsexual cock, which instantly got fully hard in her mouth. I immediately plastered my lips to Mom’s labia and began licking, hungrily at first but then tenderly. And when she cried out in passion, a sound muffled by my hard clitty in her mouth, I grew dizzier still with lust. Judging from Chester’s heavy breathing, I think we were having a similar effect on him.
* * *
It was my darkest erotic fantasy and my nightmare both at once, and I couldn’t help myself even if I wanted to, which I’m not so sure I do. If I weren’t so on fire with passion I’d wonder just how I’d allowed this to happen: straddling my transsexual daughter and sucking her cock while she licked my pussy. This was so wrong on so many levels, at least it seemed that way a few minutes ago, until my daughter wore me down with a logic I found myself all too willing to accept.
The mature, logical part of me wasn’t so overcome with lust that it recognized while Louise might be hot to fuck me now but later the guilt could mess with her head. I had to tell her the truth about us—about my not being her biological mother—but I was afraid she’d hate me for not telling her after all this time. At least she already knew that Steve was really her stepfather, so she didn’t have to think she’d sucked her actual father’s dick. But if I told her the true details about her real father, Lou—I had named her after him—that would lead to things I never wanted her to know. But with her cock in my mouth and her tongue in my twat, I had to for her sake.
I wasn’t really shocked just now when Louise confessed she’d long fantasized about making love with me. It actually made me feel less guilty for having had the same fantasy of her, especially after she began turning into a girl. However it wasn’t until this moment when she practically bent my will to hers that I was able to abandon myself to acting out this taboo desire. Biology be damned, I was still the only mother she ever had—but that meant nothing to the passion I felt.
Paradoxically, every minute I spent sucking my daughter’s cock and she licking my pussy made me overjoyed this had finally happened. Her seven inch cock, so hard and engorged, glided in and out of my lips like velvet, soft flesh that dribbled a tiny bit of precum into my mouth. I sucked her so sweetly and gently, with all unchained passion combined with all the tender love I had for her. I had never so much loved anyone I had sex with as I did Louise, and just knowing that made me feel far less guilty than I might have otherwise.
I found myself wishing I could cross paths with Chris again to thank her, because in just a few minutes that trucker babe taught my transsexual daughter more about cunnilingus than most men or women ever learn. I moaned and cried as Louise’s burning tongue worked my vulva like a veteran, alternating between long, slow sweeps from my clitoral hood to my asshole, and teasing my vaginal hole and my clit with flicking and burrowing motions. I could fe
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ing it, truly I couldn’t. She’s my baby but she’s all grown up so very fast, looking and fucking like some kind of seasoned porn starlet and loving every minute of it.
It was impossible not to be turned on watching her in action. And to be that close, to see the beads of excited perspiration running down that young and beautiful face, one so expertly tarted up to look like the hottest Sunset Boulevard whore I ever saw, to see such pleasure and lust on that face, to hear her moans of desire, I had to kiss her. If I hadn’t been busy cradling Chris’ head, I might have even jumped in. Thank heavens I was busy with Chris’ head!
Now that we were back out in the daylight and walking back to Bettie to pick up a towel so Louise could get another shower, my head had cleared of lust. Now I felt a little bad about my impulsive deep French kiss of my transsexual daughter. And I was glad I hadn’t dived in. God only knows what demons that might have unlocked. She and I had to have a talk. Soon.
By early evening Louise had turned a trick with trucker Earl, plus I’d turned two tricks on my own, putting us over a thousand for our savings. Yesterday I’d guessed I’d be fucking long haul drivers for half a year before we got even close to making back what that bastard ex-husband stole from us at the bank, but today changed all that. Together we might do much better than that. The important thing was that Louise was safe from Steve, and that she and I were together. With luck we’d get many other dates like the ones Louise got earlier.
I was still a bit torn about her working. Yes, she was very sexual for an eighteen year old transgirl and she wanted to turn tricks, but I still wanted to protect her in every way I could. Plus she could still be spotted as a T-girl—Martin did almost right away—and she could only give head to those who didn’t know. On the other hand, if there was only some kind of grapevine of truckers who liked girls like Louise, maybe word could spread that way. I was so ambivalent about it. Yes, we sorely need the money, but still…
As the sun sank toward the horizon we sat at a picnic table near one of the driveways into the truck stop near the frontage road. Louise was giving me a neck rub when a big, white limousine pulled up and the very back window rolled down. An older guy, in his fifties maybe and dressed in an expensive suit, looked at us with a big smile.
“Are you ladies Norma and Louise?” he asked.
“Who’s asking?” I replied, suddenly wary. No way Clarence had sold us out. Maybe—
“My name is Chester M. Stone. The third. A friend of mine heard about you ladies from a recent… shall we say ‘admirer’ of yours. And his lady friend. Does that sound familiar?”
I could barely believe my ears. Maybe there was a grapevine. That could make things very interesting indeed. But now I’ve really got to watch out for my baby too.
“Indeed it does, Mr. Stone,” I said, getting to my feet and stretching languorously, displaying my body as provocatively as possible.
Louise followed suit. She was now dressed identically to me. A low cut tank top, no bra, and cutoff jeans that left a generous amount of asscheeks hanging out. Her sexy stretch was a carbon copy of mine, displaying that tight little body of hers to the maximum. She was catching on fast.
“Perhaps you ladies might join me in here for a moment? Discuss some business?”
Soon we sat on the soft leather seats in the back area of a huge, spacious limo. Chester had “executive” or “politician” written all over him. He was cultured and gentlemanly and clearly very rich. While he endeavored to be polite his eyes kept darting to my baby, who took every opportunity to show off her hot body without peeling back a stitch of clothing.
I felt good about Chester but I was a bit sorry for Louise, who was about to learn one of the unlovely truths about prostitution—not all of your johns were young or looked like Brad Pitt or even Martin from this morning. I was about to ask him what he wanted, prepared to dig in my heels for no less than three hundred for Louise, when he dropped the bomb on us.
“I don’t want to have sex with either of you two ladies. I just like to watch. How much to see the two of you… enjoy each other?”
Louise blushed deeply. Was that because she’d been embarrassed or because she was glad for that kiss? Even more shocking was the possibility that she’d been glad for our deep kiss. That made me hornier than I can ever remember being. But she was my baby! Did she and I really want to venture down that forbidden road?
She’s not really your baby, is she now?
I pushed the rationalization out of my head. It didn’t matter what I knew, because it was about what Louise knew. As far as she was concerned I was her true, biological mother and she’d been through enough already. “Chester. I—we can’t do that. She’s my daughter.”
“I know. But I also know about a kiss that happened earlier today that made two truckers very, very excited.”
“That was a moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have—”
“Mom! I want to do it.”
Now I was getting hornier, if that was even possible. But I had to be strong.
“I’m sorry, baby, I have to put my foot down. There’s a difference between a moment of weakness and what I believe this gentleman would like to see us do together.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Chester said, pulling out his wallet. “Let’s just talk this over like sensible business people.” He withdrew a stack if bills and counted out at least half of them, ten hundred dollar bills, and dropped them onto the cool leather.
I was in a small daze, looking at one thousand dollars in cash.
“Mom…” I heard Louise say, as if from a distance.
I licked my lips. “Well, maybe… but, there are certain things we will not do.”
Chester smiled patiently and then reached into an inside pocket of his jacket to retrieve an envelope. Now a one-thousand dollar bill had joined the pile of hundreds. “Maybe we can discuss those ‘certain things’ now, Norma. What do you and your shemale daughter have to say to two thousand dollars for an hour long show right here, right now?”
I looked at the thousand-dollar bill Chester had just dropped onto the seat and I smiled indulgently. I glanced at Louise who gasped looking at the bill.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Chester, but you and I both know the treasury pulled all bills bigger than $100 out of circulation forty years ago. There can’t be more than a hundred thousand genuine thousand-dollar bills left.”
“And this is one of them,” he smiled. “To be honest, I just pulled it out for effect. I was going to replace it with ten hundreds when we were done here.”
He carefully placed the thousand note back in the envelope and dug into his Armani pants pocket, bringing out an obscenely fat roll of crisp bills. They looked like all hundreds. He counted out ten and dropped them onto the existing pile of ten. “No limits. Okay, Norma?”
I looked at my pre-op transsexual daughter, Louise, who stared in awe at the pile of money.
* * *
There was two grand in big bills sitting on the seat, and Chester had just asked Mom and me to make my biggest fantasy ever come true. I used to feel guilty when I started dreaming about it two years ago but I got past the guilt because I told myself it was only a fantasy that would never ever happen. Lots of people, maybe even most people fantasize about stuff they wouldn’t really want to happen, so why should I feel bad masturbating to a fantasy about making love with my mom?
Maybe it was because part of me really, really wanted it to happen?
That surprise deep kiss we had in Martin and Chris’ sleeper cab, when I was fucking Chris and Martin was fucking me, it turned me on so much. I can still feel those soft full lips of Mom’s on mine, her moist tongue and mine sweetly, passionately playing with each other. I could die right now and that kiss will live with me forever. I can’t help but think she really meant that kiss because of how turned on I’ve seen her get when she sees me having sex with somebody. Maybe she wants it just as bad as me but feels guilty about wanting it like I used to.
When we got out of Martin and Chris’s truck, I felt this weird vibe from her, like only maybe she felt really bad about it. Maybe she was more worried that I felt bad about it? Or maybe she felt bad because she’s the parent and isn’t supposed to have those feelings?
Well I say, fuck “supposed.” We’re not supposed to be on the run from a man who should be rotting in jail, who wants to lock me up and try to turn me back into a boy. Mom and I are not supposed to suddenly be hated by nearly everybody in the town I grew up in, just because they learned I’m a transsexual girl.
I don’t know about much anything else, but I know my love for my mother is the only pure and right thing I know. I have always admired her energy and her beauty, which may be partly why I transitioned. My mom is a totally gorgeous babe, even at 37. Any other bisexual or lesbian girl would want to fuck her, so why is it so terribly wrong for me to be attracted to her in that way, even if she is my mom? However, if it would make her feel bad to do this, if it would change her love for me for the worse, then I would have to resist this feeling. Up until now I wished I knew for sure.
Now maybe I find out, because here’s two thousand dollars in cash. I tried to tell myself that Mom and I could just do like I’ve heard some hookers and strippers, put on a big show for the customer without getting emotionally involved. The thing is, I already am involved. I want to make love to my own mother and some guy has just offered us more money than we usually make in three whole days. I guess I should just leave it up to her.
Chester looked at my mom to reply to his proposal—an hour of sex between her and me, right here in the back of this nice limo in front of this true gentleman. Mom licked her lips again, looking at the pile of money.
“Well, maybe I guess we could do some other stuff too, but—”
“No, buts, Norma.”
“Maybe for a little more…”
Chester gave her a tight little smile. “Perhaps you two ladies should take your leave if this deal isn’t good enough for you. How do I know you two haven’t already been fucking for years?”
“I… I… ” Mom fumbled for the words.
Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, and I couldn’t let Mom’s guilt blow this opportunity for us. I reached over her with both hands and picked up the pile of cash, held them to my large A-sized breasts. “We’ll do it, Mister,” I declared. “But straight sex only. No deep kink, okay?”
Chester leaned back and smiled. “That would be acceptable to me. Norma?”
Mom looked at me half in protest, half with desire. “Baby, we can’t. We shouldn’t.”
I dropped the money between the two of us, gently took her hands in mine and gazed deeply into her eyes to try to convey all of the longing and passion and tenderness I could. “Mom, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this with you forever. I could never feel bad about it. I know I wouldn’t. And I don’t want you to feel bad about it either. You turn me on more than any woman or man in the world, and I want to make love with you more than anything else.” And with that I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and allowed my mouth to linger, hoping she would kiss back.
She did, very deeply. I felt her tongue start to probe my lips but then she pulled back. “We can’t do this, baby,” she said, her eyes filling with tears, “it’s wrong.”
“Shhh. Shhh,” I soothed, kissing those eyelids softly. “I love you and I say it’s right. I’ve thought about this for two years, and I want to make love to you. And nobody can tell me that’s wrong.”
“I love you too, baby. Oh, so much. But there’s so much you don’t know.”
“I… don’t… care. Nothing can make me not want this—not want you. And… I think you want me too. Don’t you?”
She looked down, blushing deeply. “Yes. I—I’m just afraid of what will happen.”
“Nothing will happen except we’ll be even closer. Don’t you want to be closer to me, Mom?”
“Y-yes,” she admitted, looking at me with a tenderness and passion emerging out of the fear and shame I’d seen in her eyes just a moment ago.
“Then trust me, Mom.”
With that I gently unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a shelf bra so her lovely 38D jugs were already nestled together in spectacular cleavage, her areolas prickled with gooseflesh and nipples stiff with excitement. It was then I knew she wanted this just as badly as me. My mom was far from a virgin, but she’d have to be handled with the care of one until she let go of her inhibitions and surrendered to her secret passion for me.
She sat there not stiff but passive, allowing me to make the opening moves. I knew she needed to let things unfold this way so she wouldn’t feel bad later. I wanted her never to feel bad ever again. I would warm her up with all of the gentleness and love I had, so she would believe my feelings for her, and that would make it all okay.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth, softly licking and kissing it. I felt her shudder, heard a tiny moan escape her lips. With my left hand I reached up to massage the back of her neck, applying firm pressure, almost controlling the back of her head, to let her know that I was taking charge. She sighed softly, without trying to hide it. Distantly I heard Chester’s voice shudder, but he might as well have been a hundred miles away. Only Mom and I existed for each other right now.
With my free hand I reached down and unbuttoned her cutoff jeans, slid down the zipper. I felt for the waistband of her thong as I began to more firmly suck at the hard nipple on the end of her magnificent breast. My fingers slipped into her thong panties and found her vulva already moist. With my forefinger I traced down the slick gash to the opening of the honey hole of my mother’s pussy. Fuck, she was totally wet!
Now she was moaning and whimpering, a pleading sound that spoke more than words. It said that she wanted me, her transsexual daughter to start finger-fucking her. So easily my finger slipped up Mom’s juicing cunt, making her gasp with pleasure. All of a sudden, with both hands she pulled my face away from her lovely tit and brought my mouth to hers. Gently but repeated our lips came together, mouths open, our tongues exploring each other with a curious lust of two creatures long attracted and now finally acting on it.
Mom pushed me back to the limousine bed and unbuttoned my blouse, briefly teased my rigid nipples with her tongue before unbuttoning and pulling down my cutoffs and panties. My seven-inch cock sprang to full attention, harder and more excited than it had ever been. I couldn’t believe the sight of Mom’s mouth opening, and her full beautiful lips encircling my cock. What thrilled me most was the exquisite warmth and moisture of her mouth going down on me.
Electricity shot through my body as she engulfed the full length my clitty, taking my cockhead into her throat. Her slick tongue slid up and down the my throbbing shaft, gently then eagerly sucking, teasing briefly with her teeth, showing the skills of someone who had given many, many blowjobs in the past. Mom was sucking my shemale cock, and I loved it. From the sound of the tiny whimpers in her throat, so was she. I wanted to return this pleasure at the same time. I wanted to eat Mom’s pussy even more than when I’d been going down on Chris’.
“Maybe you two ladies could sort of sixty-nine?” Chester said, as if he were reading my mind. His voice was thick with lust. If I could have torn my gaze away from the hypnotic sight of my mother sucking my cock I know I would have seen him with his dick in his hand.
Mom started to pull away, but I gently caught the back of her head so I could answer for us. I kind of had the feeling I knew what she would say, and it would be more effective if I said it, especially if he kept seeing Mom give me a blowjob while I said it.
“Chester, now I know you’ve been generous with your offer, but our understanding was we’d do our own thing and you’d watch.”
“Ok,” he said, discouraged.
“However… if you want to toss on another five hundred, we will do anything you tell us to and when you tell us, except for the extreme kink we said earlier,” I said. “Ever want to direct a live sex show with a teenaged transsexual girl and her mother?”
“Done!” he cried. “It’s yours.” He let go of his cock and dug back into his pocket for his bankroll.
Mom took her mouth off of me and leaned over to hug me tightly. “What have you got us into, baby?” she whispered, her voice tight with anxiety and passion.
Very deliberately I gently took the sides of her head and gave her the most loving and passionate kiss I knew how to do, pointedly leaving my tongue in my mouth to rest on hers. It was a kiss that lasted at least half a minute. When I broke it I whispered in her ear, “I’ve got us into where I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. You’re my ultimate fantasy, and there’s nothing, nothing he could ask us to do that I haven’t already fantasized doing with you.”
She looked into my eyes, her own glazed over with desire and awe, overwhelmed by my naked lust for her. “You’re really serious, aren’t you baby?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Aren’t you afraid of… going too far?”
“The way I feel about you, there is no such thing as too far.”
“Oh, my god.” Mom’s eye reflected the surprise she felt, surprise at hearing how strong my feelings were for her as well as surprise for what I proposed—to plunge without fear or apologies down one of the most taboo roads in the whole world. And as it began to sink in, I could almost see her deeply planted inhibitions begin to twist and fray and sever under the courage of my resolve and my unhesitant desire for her.
In essence I hope I’d just convinced her she wouldn’t be a bad mom to follow me into uncharted territory of mother-daughter incest… or, more exactly, incest between a prostitute mother and her shemale prostitute daughter.
When I saw the remainder of the pain and uncertainly leave her expression, when I saw in her eyes a hunger equal to the desire I had for her, a tear of gratitude spilled from my eye. We could do this without regret, without fear, without anything other than the love and longing we both deep down knew was there.
Mom and I could fuck with the full abandon of sweetheart lovers, totally without guilt.
Chester cleared his throat. He had another load of hundred dollar bills that he poised over our stack. “Since you two girls seem to be so hot for each other now, maybe we’ll just draw the line here, okay? I mean, since you both seem to want to, why should I pay so much?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then Mom gently put her index finger to my lips. Not taking her adoring, lusty gaze away from mine, she said, “Because if you don’t, my daughter and I will go back to our van and fuck each other’s brains out for the very first time and you’ll just have to fantasize what it looks like while you play with your twenty five hundred. Or you can share in this very first time for us and even suggest things for us to do. Okay?”
Chester laughed, a hearty chuckle with more than an edge of lecherousness to it. “Norma, since you put it that way, I have to agree. I can only say that if this really won’t be your first time together then you two are the best actresses I’ve ever seen. I just wish I could video this!”
Now my mom chuckled. “That we couldn’t allow, Chester. But we’d be agreeable to future encore shows for a price you’d probably like better. I don’t know if my daughter and I would ever had had the courage to do this without your offer, and if we had I would have wanted this first time to be just us. But since you’re such a gentleman, I’m willing to take my daughter’s incest virginity in front of you. Are you willing, baby?”
“Fuck yes, Mom!”
We all got a good laugh. Then Mom gathered up Chester’s cash and tucked it into my purse, I guess so that if my purse with the money got snatched she’d still have the Colt in hers. Then I lay on my back, lengthwise in front Chester and only about four feet from him. Mom fitted a few pillows under my head and shoulders, propping me up far enough to be able to sixty-nine with her without having to hold my head up.
I caught my breath as she straddled me, those shapely, tanned thighs hugging my ribcage, her soft tummy settling on mine. And that perfect ass of Mom’s, cheeks spread revealing her very wet open pussy lips and the mysterious dark triangular cleft where the maddeningly tantalizing swirls of her asshole flesh beckoned me. I wanted to tongue-fuck my mother’s asshole but first I had to taste her dripping cunt.
A moment later I gasped in pleasure as her hot, wet mouth again sucked in my half-erect transsexual cock, which instantly got fully hard in her mouth. I immediately plastered my lips to Mom’s labia and began licking, hungrily at first but then tenderly. And when she cried out in passion, a sound muffled by my hard clitty in her mouth, I grew dizzier still with lust. Judging from Chester’s heavy breathing, I think we were having a similar effect on him.
* * *
It was my darkest erotic fantasy and my nightmare both at once, and I couldn’t help myself even if I wanted to, which I’m not so sure I do. If I weren’t so on fire with passion I’d wonder just how I’d allowed this to happen: straddling my transsexual daughter and sucking her cock while she licked my pussy. This was so wrong on so many levels, at least it seemed that way a few minutes ago, until my daughter wore me down with a logic I found myself all too willing to accept.
The mature, logical part of me wasn’t so overcome with lust that it recognized while Louise might be hot to fuck me now but later the guilt could mess with her head. I had to tell her the truth about us—about my not being her biological mother—but I was afraid she’d hate me for not telling her after all this time. At least she already knew that Steve was really her stepfather, so she didn’t have to think she’d sucked her actual father’s dick. But if I told her the true details about her real father, Lou—I had named her after him—that would lead to things I never wanted her to know. But with her cock in my mouth and her tongue in my twat, I had to for her sake.
I wasn’t really shocked just now when Louise confessed she’d long fantasized about making love with me. It actually made me feel less guilty for having had the same fantasy of her, especially after she began turning into a girl. However it wasn’t until this moment when she practically bent my will to hers that I was able to abandon myself to acting out this taboo desire. Biology be damned, I was still the only mother she ever had—but that meant nothing to the passion I felt.
Paradoxically, every minute I spent sucking my daughter’s cock and she licking my pussy made me overjoyed this had finally happened. Her seven inch cock, so hard and engorged, glided in and out of my lips like velvet, soft flesh that dribbled a tiny bit of precum into my mouth. I sucked her so sweetly and gently, with all unchained passion combined with all the tender love I had for her. I had never so much loved anyone I had sex with as I did Louise, and just knowing that made me feel far less guilty than I might have otherwise.
I found myself wishing I could cross paths with Chris again to thank her, because in just a few minutes that trucker babe taught my transsexual daughter more about cunnilingus than most men or women ever learn. I moaned and cried as Louise’s burning tongue worked my vulva like a veteran, alternating between long, slow sweeps from my clitoral hood to my asshole, and teasing my vaginal hole and my clit with flicking and burrowing motions. I could fe
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Louise and I left the Kenworth cab elated to be four hundred dollars richer, but I sensed she was embarrassed by that spontaneous kiss. I certainly I was, but I couldn’t help doing it, truly I couldn’t. She’s my baby but she’s all grown up so very fast, looking and fucking like some kind of seasoned porn starlet and loving every minute of it.
It was impossible not to be turned on watching her in action. And to be that close, to see the beads of excited perspiration running down that young and beautiful face, one so expertly tarted up to look like the hottest Sunset Boulevard whore I ever saw, to see such pleasure and lust on that face, to hear her moans of desire, I had to kiss her. If I hadn’t been busy cradling Chris’ head, I might have even jumped in. Thank heavens I was busy with Chris’ head!
Now that we were back out in the daylight and walking back to Bettie to pick up a towel so Louise could get another shower, my head had cleared of lust. Now I felt a little bad about my impulsive deep French kiss of my transsexual daughter. And I was glad I hadn’t dived in. God only knows what demons that might have unlocked. She and I had to have a talk. Soon.
By early evening Louise had turned a trick with trucker Earl, plus I’d turned two tricks on my own, putting us over a thousand for our savings. Yesterday I’d guessed I’d be fucking long haul drivers for half a year before we got even close to making back what that bastard ex-husband stole from us at the bank, but today changed all that. Together we might do much better than that. The important thing was that Louise was safe from Steve, and that she and I were together. With luck we’d get many other dates like the ones Louise got earlier.
I was still a bit torn about her working. Yes, she was very sexual for an eighteen year old transgirl and she wanted to turn tricks, but I still wanted to protect her in every way I could. Plus she could still be spotted as a T-girl—Martin did almost right away—and she could only give head to those who didn’t know. On the other hand, if there was only some kind of grapevine of truckers who liked girls like Louise, maybe word could spread that way. I was so ambivalent about it. Yes, we sorely need the money, but still…
As the sun sank toward the horizon we sat at a picnic table near one of the driveways into the truck stop near the frontage road. Louise was giving me a neck rub when a big, white limousine pulled up and the very back window rolled down. An older guy, in his fifties maybe and dressed in an expensive suit, looked at us with a big smile.
“Are you ladies Norma and Louise?” he asked.
“Who’s asking?” I replied, suddenly wary. No way Clarence had sold us out. Maybe—
“My name is Chester M. Stone. The third. A friend of mine heard about you ladies from a recent… shall we say ‘admirer’ of yours. And his lady friend. Does that sound familiar?”
I could barely believe my ears. Maybe there was a grapevine. That could make things very interesting indeed. But now I’ve really got to watch out for my baby too.
“Indeed it does, Mr. Stone,” I said, getting to my feet and stretching languorously, displaying my body as provocatively as possible.
Louise followed suit. She was now dressed identically to me. A low cut tank top, no bra, and cutoff jeans that left a generous amount of asscheeks hanging out. Her sexy stretch was a carbon copy of mine, displaying that tight little body of hers to the maximum. She was catching on fast.
“Perhaps you ladies might join me in here for a moment? Discuss some business?”
Soon we sat on the soft leather seats in the back area of a huge, spacious limo. Chester had “executive” or “politician” written all over him. He was cultured and gentlemanly and clearly very rich. While he endeavored to be polite his eyes kept darting to my baby, who took every opportunity to show off her hot body without peeling back a stitch of clothing.
I felt good about Chester but I was a bit sorry for Louise, who was about to learn one of the unlovely truths about prostitution—not all of your johns were young or looked like Brad Pitt or even Martin from this morning. I was about to ask him what he wanted, prepared to dig in my heels for no less than three hundred for Louise, when he dropped the bomb on us.
“I don’t want to have sex with either of you two ladies. I just like to watch. How much to see the two of you… enjoy each other?”
Louise blushed deeply. Was that because she’d been embarrassed or because she was glad for that kiss? Even more shocking was the possibility that she’d been glad for our deep kiss. That made me hornier than I can ever remember being. But she was my baby! Did she and I really want to venture down that forbidden road?
She’s not really your baby, is she now?
I pushed the rationalization out of my head. It didn’t matter what I knew, because it was about what Louise knew. As far as she was concerned I was her true, biological mother and she’d been through enough already. “Chester. I—we can’t do that. She’s my daughter.”
“I know. But I also know about a kiss that happened earlier today that made two truckers very, very excited.”
“That was a moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have—”
“Mom! I want to do it.”
Now I was getting hornier, if that was even possible. But I had to be strong.
“I’m sorry, baby, I have to put my foot down. There’s a difference between a moment of weakness and what I believe this gentleman would like to see us do together.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Chester said, pulling out his wallet. “Let’s just talk this over like sensible business people.” He withdrew a stack if bills and counted out at least half of them, ten hundred dollar bills, and dropped them onto the cool leather.
I was in a small daze, looking at one thousand dollars in cash.
“Mom…” I heard Louise say, as if from a distance.
I licked my lips. “Well, maybe… but, there are certain things we will not do.”
Chester smiled patiently and then reached into an inside pocket of his jacket to retrieve an envelope. Now a one-thousand dollar bill had joined the pile of hundreds. “Maybe we can discuss those ‘certain things’ now, Norma. What do you and your shemale daughter have to say to two thousand dollars for an hour long show right here, right now?”
I looked at the thousand-dollar bill Chester had just dropped onto the seat and I smiled indulgently. I glanced at Louise who gasped looking at the bill.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Chester, but you and I both know the treasury pulled all bills bigger than $100 out of circulation forty years ago. There can’t be more than a hundred thousand genuine thousand-dollar bills left.”
“And this is one of them,” he smiled. “To be honest, I just pulled it out for effect. I was going to replace it with ten hundreds when we were done here.”
He carefully placed the thousand note back in the envelope and dug into his Armani pants pocket, bringing out an obscenely fat roll of crisp bills. They looked like all hundreds. He counted out ten and dropped them onto the existing pile of ten. “No limits. Okay, Norma?”
I looked at my pre-op transsexual daughter, Louise, who stared in awe at the pile of money.
* * *
There was two grand in big bills sitting on the seat, and Chester had just asked Mom and me to make my biggest fantasy ever come true. I used to feel guilty when I started dreaming about it two years ago but I got past the guilt because I told myself it was only a fantasy that would never ever happen. Lots of people, maybe even most people fantasize about stuff they wouldn’t really want to happen, so why should I feel bad masturbating to a fantasy about making love with my mom?
Maybe it was because part of me really, really wanted it to happen?
That surprise deep kiss we had in Martin and Chris’ sleeper cab, when I was fucking Chris and Martin was fucking me, it turned me on so much. I can still feel those soft full lips of Mom’s on mine, her moist tongue and mine sweetly, passionately playing with each other. I could die right now and that kiss will live with me forever. I can’t help but think she really meant that kiss because of how turned on I’ve seen her get when she sees me having sex with somebody. Maybe she wants it just as bad as me but feels guilty about wanting it like I used to.
When we got out of Martin and Chris’s truck, I felt this weird vibe from her, like only maybe she felt really bad about it. Maybe she was more worried that I felt bad about it? Or maybe she felt bad because she’s the parent and isn’t supposed to have those feelings?
Well I say, fuck “supposed.” We’re not supposed to be on the run from a man who should be rotting in jail, who wants to lock me up and try to turn me back into a boy. Mom and I are not supposed to suddenly be hated by nearly everybody in the town I grew up in, just because they learned I’m a transsexual girl.
I don’t know about much anything else, but I know my love for my mother is the only pure and right thing I know. I have always admired her energy and her beauty, which may be partly why I transitioned. My mom is a totally gorgeous babe, even at 37. Any other bisexual or lesbian girl would want to fuck her, so why is it so terribly wrong for me to be attracted to her in that way, even if she is my mom? However, if it would make her feel bad to do this, if it would change her love for me for the worse, then I would have to resist this feeling. Up until now I wished I knew for sure.
Now maybe I find out, because here’s two thousand dollars in cash. I tried to tell myself that Mom and I could just do like I’ve heard some hookers and strippers, put on a big show for the customer without getting emotionally involved. The thing is, I already am involved. I want to make love to my own mother and some guy has just offered us more money than we usually make in three whole days. I guess I should just leave it up to her.
Chester looked at my mom to reply to his proposal—an hour of sex between her and me, right here in the back of this nice limo in front of this true gentleman. Mom licked her lips again, looking at the pile of money.
“Well, maybe I guess we could do some other stuff too, but—”
“No, buts, Norma.”
“Maybe for a little more…”
Chester gave her a tight little smile. “Perhaps you two ladies should take your leave if this deal isn’t good enough for you. How do I know you two haven’t already been fucking for years?”
“I… I… ” Mom fumbled for the words.
Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, and I couldn’t let Mom’s guilt blow this opportunity for us. I reached over her with both hands and picked up the pile of cash, held them to my large A-sized breasts. “We’ll do it, Mister,” I declared. “But straight sex only. No deep kink, okay?”
Chester leaned back and smiled. “That would be acceptable to me. Norma?”
Mom looked at me half in protest, half with desire. “Baby, we can’t. We shouldn’t.”
I dropped the money between the two of us, gently took her hands in mine and gazed deeply into her eyes to try to convey all of the longing and passion and tenderness I could. “Mom, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this with you forever. I could never feel bad about it. I know I wouldn’t. And I don’t want you to feel bad about it either. You turn me on more than any woman or man in the world, and I want to make love with you more than anything else.” And with that I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and allowed my mouth to linger, hoping she would kiss back.
She did, very deeply. I felt her tongue start to probe my lips but then she pulled back. “We can’t do this, baby,” she said, her eyes filling with tears, “it’s wrong.”
“Shhh. Shhh,” I soothed, kissing those eyelids softly. “I love you and I say it’s right. I’ve thought about this for two years, and I want to make love to you. And nobody can tell me that’s wrong.”
“I love you too, baby. Oh, so much. But there’s so much you don’t know.”
“I… don’t… care. Nothing can make me not want this—not want you. And… I think you want me too. Don’t you?”
She looked down, blushing deeply. “Yes. I—I’m just afraid of what will happen.”
“Nothing will happen except we’ll be even closer. Don’t you want to be closer to me, Mom?”
“Y-yes,” she admitted, looking at me with a tenderness and passion emerging out of the fear and shame I’d seen in her eyes just a moment ago.
“Then trust me, Mom.”
With that I gently unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a shelf bra so her lovely 38D jugs were already nestled together in spectacular cleavage, her areolas prickled with gooseflesh and nipples stiff with excitement. It was then I knew she wanted this just as badly as me. My mom was far from a virgin, but she’d have to be handled with the care of one until she let go of her inhibitions and surrendered to her secret passion for me.
She sat there not stiff but passive, allowing me to make the opening moves. I knew she needed to let things unfold this way so she wouldn’t feel bad later. I wanted her never to feel bad ever again. I would warm her up with all of the gentleness and love I had, so she would believe my feelings for her, and that would make it all okay.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth, softly licking and kissing it. I felt her shudder, heard a tiny moan escape her lips. With my left hand I reached up to massage the back of her neck, applying firm pressure, almost controlling the back of her head, to let her know that I was taking charge. She sighed softly, without trying to hide it. Distantly I heard Chester’s voice shudder, but he might as well have been a hundred miles away. Only Mom and I existed for each other right now.
With my free hand I reached down and unbuttoned her cutoff jeans, slid down the zipper. I felt for the waistband of her thong as I began to more firmly suck at the hard nipple on the end of her magnificent breast. My fingers slipped into her thong panties and found her vulva already moist. With my forefinger I traced down the slick gash to the opening of the honey hole of my mother’s pussy. Fuck, she was totally wet!
Now she was moaning and whimpering, a pleading sound that spoke more than words. It said that she wanted me, her transsexual daughter to start finger-fucking her. So easily my finger slipped up Mom’s juicing cunt, making her gasp with pleasure. All of a sudden, with both hands she pulled my face away from her lovely tit and brought my mouth to hers. Gently but repeated our lips came together, mouths open, our tongues exploring each other with a curious lust of two creatures long attracted and now finally acting on it.
Mom pushed me back to the limousine bed and unbuttoned my blouse, briefly teased my rigid nipples with her tongue before unbuttoning and pulling down my cutoffs and panties. My seven-inch cock sprang to full attention, harder and more excited than it had ever been. I couldn’t believe the sight of Mom’s mouth opening, and her full beautiful lips encircling my cock. What thrilled me most was the exquisite warmth and moisture of her mouth going down on me.
Electricity shot through my body as she engulfed the full length my clitty, taking my cockhead into her throat. Her slick tongue slid up and down the my throbbing shaft, gently then eagerly sucking, teasing briefly with her teeth, showing the skills of someone who had given many, many blowjobs in the past. Mom was sucking my shemale cock, and I loved it. From the sound of the tiny whimpers in her throat, so was she. I wanted to return this pleasure at the same time. I wanted to eat Mom’s pussy even more than when I’d been going down on Chris’.
“Maybe you two ladies could sort of sixty-nine?” Chester said, as if he were reading my mind. His voice was thick with lust. If I could have torn my gaze away from the hypnotic sight of my mother sucking my cock I know I would have seen him with his dick in his hand.
Mom started to pull away, but I gently caught the back of her head so I could answer for us. I kind of had the feeling I knew what she would say, and it would be more effective if I said it, especially if he kept seeing Mom give me a blowjob while I said it.
“Chester, now I know you’ve been generous with your offer, but our understanding was we’d do our own thing and you’d watch.”
“Ok,” he said, discouraged.
“However… if you want to toss on another five hundred, we will do anything you tell us to and when you tell us, except for the extreme kink we said earlier,” I said. “Ever want to direct a live sex show with a teenaged transsexual girl and her mother?”
“Done!” he cried. “It’s yours.” He let go of his cock and dug back into his pocket for his bankroll.
Mom took her mouth off of me and leaned over to hug me tightly. “What have you got us into, baby?” she whispered, her voice tight with anxiety and passion.
Very deliberately I gently took the sides of her head and gave her the most loving and passionate kiss I knew how to do, pointedly leaving my tongue in my mouth to rest on hers. It was a kiss that lasted at least half a minute. When I broke it I whispered in her ear, “I’ve got us into where I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. You’re my ultimate fantasy, and there’s nothing, nothing he could ask us to do that I haven’t already fantasized doing with you.”
She looked into my eyes, her own glazed over with desire and awe, overwhelmed by my naked lust for her. “You’re really serious, aren’t you baby?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Aren’t you afraid of… going too far?”
“The way I feel about you, there is no such thing as too far.”
“Oh, my god.” Mom’s eye reflected the surprise she felt, surprise at hearing how strong my feelings were for her as well as surprise for what I proposed—to plunge without fear or apologies down one of the most taboo roads in the whole world. And as it began to sink in, I could almost see her deeply planted inhibitions begin to twist and fray and sever under the courage of my resolve and my unhesitant desire for her.
In essence I hope I’d just convinced her she wouldn’t be a bad mom to follow me into uncharted territory of mother-daughter incest… or, more exactly, incest between a prostitute mother and her shemale prostitute daughter.
When I saw the remainder of the pain and uncertainly leave her expression, when I saw in her eyes a hunger equal to the desire I had for her, a tear of gratitude spilled from my eye. We could do this without regret, without fear, without anything other than the love and longing we both deep down knew was there.
Mom and I could fuck with the full abandon of sweetheart lovers, totally without guilt.
Chester cleared his throat. He had another load of hundred dollar bills that he poised over our stack. “Since you two girls seem to be so hot for each other now, maybe we’ll just draw the line here, okay? I mean, since you both seem to want to, why should I pay so much?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then Mom gently put her index finger to my lips. Not taking her adoring, lusty gaze away from mine, she said, “Because if you don’t, my daughter and I will go back to our van and fuck each other’s brains out for the very first time and you’ll just have to fantasize what it looks like while you play with your twenty five hundred. Or you can share in this very first time for us and even suggest things for us to do. Okay?”
Chester laughed, a hearty chuckle with more than an edge of lecherousness to it. “Norma, since you put it that way, I have to agree. I can only say that if this really won’t be your first time together then you two are the best actresses I’ve ever seen. I just wish I could video this!”
Now my mom chuckled. “That we couldn’t allow, Chester. But we’d be agreeable to future encore shows for a price you’d probably like better. I don’t know if my daughter and I would ever had had the courage to do this without your offer, and if we had I would have wanted this first time to be just us. But since you’re such a gentleman, I’m willing to take my daughter’s incest virginity in front of you. Are you willing, baby?”
“Fuck yes, Mom!”
We all got a good laugh. Then Mom gathered up Chester’s cash and tucked it into my purse, I guess so that if my purse with the money got snatched she’d still have the Colt in hers. Then I lay on my back, lengthwise in front Chester and only about four feet from him. Mom fitted a few pillows under my head and shoulders, propping me up far enough to be able to sixty-nine with her without having to hold my head up.
I caught my breath as she straddled me, those shapely, tanned thighs hugging my ribcage, her soft tummy settling on mine. And that perfect ass of Mom’s, cheeks spread revealing her very wet open pussy lips and the mysterious dark triangular cleft where the maddeningly tantalizing swirls of her asshole flesh beckoned me. I wanted to tongue-fuck my mother’s asshole but first I had to taste her dripping cunt.
A moment later I gasped in pleasure as her hot, wet mouth again sucked in my half-erect transsexual cock, which instantly got fully hard in her mouth. I immediately plastered my lips to Mom’s labia and began licking, hungrily at first but then tenderly. And when she cried out in passion, a sound muffled by my hard clitty in her mouth, I grew dizzier still with lust. Judging from Chester’s heavy breathing, I think we were having a similar effect on him.
* * *
It was my darkest erotic fantasy and my nightmare both at once, and I couldn’t help myself even if I wanted to, which I’m not so sure I do. If I weren’t so on fire with passion I’d wonder just how I’d allowed this to happen: straddling my transsexual daughter and sucking her cock while she licked my pussy. This was so wrong on so many levels, at least it seemed that way a few minutes ago, until my daughter wore me down with a logic I found myself all too willing to accept.
The mature, logical part of me wasn’t so overcome with lust that it recognized while Louise might be hot to fuck me now but later the guilt could mess with her head. I had to tell her the truth about us—about my not being her biological mother—but I was afraid she’d hate me for not telling her after all this time. At least she already knew that Steve was really her stepfather, so she didn’t have to think she’d sucked her actual father’s dick. But if I told her the true details about her real father, Lou—I had named her after him—that would lead to things I never wanted her to know. But with her cock in my mouth and her tongue in my twat, I had to for her sake.
I wasn’t really shocked just now when Louise confessed she’d long fantasized about making love with me. It actually made me feel less guilty for having had the same fantasy of her, especially after she began turning into a girl. However it wasn’t until this moment when she practically bent my will to hers that I was able to abandon myself to acting out this taboo desire. Biology be damned, I was still the only mother she ever had—but that meant nothing to the passion I felt.
Paradoxically, every minute I spent sucking my daughter’s cock and she licking my pussy made me overjoyed this had finally happened. Her seven inch cock, so hard and engorged, glided in and out of my lips like velvet, soft flesh that dribbled a tiny bit of precum into my mouth. I sucked her so sweetly and gently, with all unchained passion combined with all the tender love I had for her. I had never so much loved anyone I had sex with as I did Louise, and just knowing that made me feel far less guilty than I might have otherwise.
I found myself wishing I could cross paths with Chris again to thank her, because in just a few minutes that trucker babe taught my transsexual daughter more about cunnilingus than most men or women ever learn. I moaned and cried as Louise’s burning tongue worked my vulva like a veteran, alternating between long, slow sweeps from my clitoral hood to my asshole, and teasing my vaginal hole and my clit with flicking and burrowing motions. I could feel my cunt juicing up and I was so dizzy with lust that I began to hope Chester would tell us to fuck. Soon!
“Lick your mother’s asshole,” Chester said with a lust-thick voice. “Make love to it.”
was, but I couldn’t help doing it, truly I couldn’t. She’s my baby but she’s all grown up so very fast, looking and fucking like some kind of seasoned porn starlet and loving every minute of it.
It was impossible not to be turned on watching her in action. And to be that close, to see the beads of excited perspiration running down that young and beautiful face, one so expertly tarted up to look like the hottest Sunset Boulevard whore I ever saw, to see such pleasure and lust on that face, to hear her moans of desire, I had to kiss her. If I hadn’t been busy cradling Chris’ head, I might have even jumped in. Thank heavens I was busy with Chris’ head!
Now that we were back out in the daylight and walking back to Bettie to pick up a towel so Louise could get another shower, my head had cleared of lust. Now I felt a little bad about my impulsive deep French kiss of my transsexual daughter. And I was glad I hadn’t dived in. God only knows what demons that might have unlocked. She and I had to have a talk. Soon.
By early evening Louise had turned a trick with trucker Earl, plus I’d turned two tricks on my own, putting us over a thousand for our savings. Yesterday I’d guessed I’d be fucking long haul drivers for half a year before we got even close to making back what that bastard ex-husband stole from us at the bank, but today changed all that. Together we might do much better than that. The important thing was that Louise was safe from Steve, and that she and I were together. With luck we’d get many other dates like the ones Louise got earlier.
I was still a bit torn about her working. Yes, she was very sexual for an eighteen year old transgirl and she wanted to turn tricks, but I still wanted to protect her in every way I could. Plus she could still be spotted as a T-girl—Martin did almost right away—and she could only give head to those who didn’t know. On the other hand, if there was only some kind of grapevine of truckers who liked girls like Louise, maybe word could spread that way. I was so ambivalent about it. Yes, we sorely need the money, but still…
As the sun sank toward the horizon we sat at a picnic table near one of the driveways into the truck stop near the frontage road. Louise was giving me a neck rub when a big, white limousine pulled up and the very back window rolled down. An older guy, in his fifties maybe and dressed in an expensive suit, looked at us with a big smile.
“Are you ladies Norma and Louise?” he asked.
“Who’s asking?” I replied, suddenly wary. No way Clarence had sold us out. Maybe—
“My name is Chester M. Stone. The third. A friend of mine heard about you ladies from a recent… shall we say ‘admirer’ of yours. And his lady friend. Does that sound familiar?”
I could barely believe my ears. Maybe there was a grapevine. That could make things very interesting indeed. But now I’ve really got to watch out for my baby too.
“Indeed it does, Mr. Stone,” I said, getting to my feet and stretching languorously, displaying my body as provocatively as possible.
Louise followed suit. She was now dressed identically to me. A low cut tank top, no bra, and cutoff jeans that left a generous amount of asscheeks hanging out. Her sexy stretch was a carbon copy of mine, displaying that tight little body of hers to the maximum. She was catching on fast.
“Perhaps you ladies might join me in here for a moment? Discuss some business?”
Soon we sat on the soft leather seats in the back area of a huge, spacious limo. Chester had “executive” or “politician” written all over him. He was cultured and gentlemanly and clearly very rich. While he endeavored to be polite his eyes kept darting to my baby, who took every opportunity to show off her hot body without peeling back a stitch of clothing.
I felt good about Chester but I was a bit sorry for Louise, who was about to learn one of the unlovely truths about prostitution—not all of your johns were young or looked like Brad Pitt or even Martin from this morning. I was about to ask him what he wanted, prepared to dig in my heels for no less than three hundred for Louise, when he dropped the bomb on us.
“I don’t want to have sex with either of you two ladies. I just like to watch. How much to see the two of you… enjoy each other?”
Louise blushed deeply. Was that because she’d been embarrassed or because she was glad for that kiss? Even more shocking was the possibility that she’d been glad for our deep kiss. That made me hornier than I can ever remember being. But she was my baby! Did she and I really want to venture down that forbidden road?
She’s not really your baby, is she now?
I pushed the rationalization out of my head. It didn’t matter what I knew, because it was about what Louise knew. As far as she was concerned I was her true, biological mother and she’d been through enough already. “Chester. I—we can’t do that. She’s my daughter.”
“I know. But I also know about a kiss that happened earlier today that made two truckers very, very excited.”
“That was a moment of weakness. I shouldn’t have—”
“Mom! I want to do it.”
Now I was getting hornier, if that was even possible. But I had to be strong.
“I’m sorry, baby, I have to put my foot down. There’s a difference between a moment of weakness and what I believe this gentleman would like to see us do together.”
“I’ll tell you what,” Chester said, pulling out his wallet. “Let’s just talk this over like sensible business people.” He withdrew a stack if bills and counted out at least half of them, ten hundred dollar bills, and dropped them onto the cool leather.
I was in a small daze, looking at one thousand dollars in cash.
“Mom…” I heard Louise say, as if from a distance.
I licked my lips. “Well, maybe… but, there are certain things we will not do.”
Chester smiled patiently and then reached into an inside pocket of his jacket to retrieve an envelope. Now a one-thousand dollar bill had joined the pile of hundreds. “Maybe we can discuss those ‘certain things’ now, Norma. What do you and your shemale daughter have to say to two thousand dollars for an hour long show right here, right now?”
I looked at the thousand-dollar bill Chester had just dropped onto the seat and I smiled indulgently. I glanced at Louise who gasped looking at the bill.
“I don’t mean to be rude, Chester, but you and I both know the treasury pulled all bills bigger than $100 out of circulation forty years ago. There can’t be more than a hundred thousand genuine thousand-dollar bills left.”
“And this is one of them,” he smiled. “To be honest, I just pulled it out for effect. I was going to replace it with ten hundreds when we were done here.”
He carefully placed the thousand note back in the envelope and dug into his Armani pants pocket, bringing out an obscenely fat roll of crisp bills. They looked like all hundreds. He counted out ten and dropped them onto the existing pile of ten. “No limits. Okay, Norma?”
I looked at my pre-op transsexual daughter, Louise, who stared in awe at the pile of money.
* * *
There was two grand in big bills sitting on the seat, and Chester had just asked Mom and me to make my biggest fantasy ever come true. I used to feel guilty when I started dreaming about it two years ago but I got past the guilt because I told myself it was only a fantasy that would never ever happen. Lots of people, maybe even most people fantasize about stuff they wouldn’t really want to happen, so why should I feel bad masturbating to a fantasy about making love with my mom?
Maybe it was because part of me really, really wanted it to happen?
That surprise deep kiss we had in Martin and Chris’ sleeper cab, when I was fucking Chris and Martin was fucking me, it turned me on so much. I can still feel those soft full lips of Mom’s on mine, her moist tongue and mine sweetly, passionately playing with each other. I could die right now and that kiss will live with me forever. I can’t help but think she really meant that kiss because of how turned on I’ve seen her get when she sees me having sex with somebody. Maybe she wants it just as bad as me but feels guilty about wanting it like I used to.
When we got out of Martin and Chris’s truck, I felt this weird vibe from her, like only maybe she felt really bad about it. Maybe she was more worried that I felt bad about it? Or maybe she felt bad because she’s the parent and isn’t supposed to have those feelings?
Well I say, fuck “supposed.” We’re not supposed to be on the run from a man who should be rotting in jail, who wants to lock me up and try to turn me back into a boy. Mom and I are not supposed to suddenly be hated by nearly everybody in the town I grew up in, just because they learned I’m a transsexual girl.
I don’t know about much anything else, but I know my love for my mother is the only pure and right thing I know. I have always admired her energy and her beauty, which may be partly why I transitioned. My mom is a totally gorgeous babe, even at 37. Any other bisexual or lesbian girl would want to fuck her, so why is it so terribly wrong for me to be attracted to her in that way, even if she is my mom? However, if it would make her feel bad to do this, if it would change her love for me for the worse, then I would have to resist this feeling. Up until now I wished I knew for sure.
Now maybe I find out, because here’s two thousand dollars in cash. I tried to tell myself that Mom and I could just do like I’ve heard some hookers and strippers, put on a big show for the customer without getting emotionally involved. The thing is, I already am involved. I want to make love to my own mother and some guy has just offered us more money than we usually make in three whole days. I guess I should just leave it up to her.
Chester looked at my mom to reply to his proposal—an hour of sex between her and me, right here in the back of this nice limo in front of this true gentleman. Mom licked her lips again, looking at the pile of money.
“Well, maybe I guess we could do some other stuff too, but—”
“No, buts, Norma.”
“Maybe for a little more…”
Chester gave her a tight little smile. “Perhaps you two ladies should take your leave if this deal isn’t good enough for you. How do I know you two haven’t already been fucking for years?”
“I… I… ” Mom fumbled for the words.
Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, and I couldn’t let Mom’s guilt blow this opportunity for us. I reached over her with both hands and picked up the pile of cash, held them to my large A-sized breasts. “We’ll do it, Mister,” I declared. “But straight sex only. No deep kink, okay?”
Chester leaned back and smiled. “That would be acceptable to me. Norma?”
Mom looked at me half in protest, half with desire. “Baby, we can’t. We shouldn’t.”
I dropped the money between the two of us, gently took her hands in mine and gazed deeply into her eyes to try to convey all of the longing and passion and tenderness I could. “Mom, I love you so much. You’re so beautiful and sexy, and I’ve wanted to do this with you forever. I could never feel bad about it. I know I wouldn’t. And I don’t want you to feel bad about it either. You turn me on more than any woman or man in the world, and I want to make love with you more than anything else.” And with that I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips and allowed my mouth to linger, hoping she would kiss back.
She did, very deeply. I felt her tongue start to probe my lips but then she pulled back. “We can’t do this, baby,” she said, her eyes filling with tears, “it’s wrong.”
“Shhh. Shhh,” I soothed, kissing those eyelids softly. “I love you and I say it’s right. I’ve thought about this for two years, and I want to make love to you. And nobody can tell me that’s wrong.”
“I love you too, baby. Oh, so much. But there’s so much you don’t know.”
“I… don’t… care. Nothing can make me not want this—not want you. And… I think you want me too. Don’t you?”
She looked down, blushing deeply. “Yes. I—I’m just afraid of what will happen.”
“Nothing will happen except we’ll be even closer. Don’t you want to be closer to me, Mom?”
“Y-yes,” she admitted, looking at me with a tenderness and passion emerging out of the fear and shame I’d seen in her eyes just a moment ago.
“Then trust me, Mom.”
With that I gently unbuttoned her blouse. She wore a shelf bra so her lovely 38D jugs were already nestled together in spectacular cleavage, her areolas prickled with gooseflesh and nipples stiff with excitement. It was then I knew she wanted this just as badly as me. My mom was far from a virgin, but she’d have to be handled with the care of one until she let go of her inhibitions and surrendered to her secret passion for me.
She sat there not stiff but passive, allowing me to make the opening moves. I knew she needed to let things unfold this way so she wouldn’t feel bad later. I wanted her never to feel bad ever again. I would warm her up with all of the gentleness and love I had, so she would believe my feelings for her, and that would make it all okay.
I took one of her nipples in my mouth, softly licking and kissing it. I felt her shudder, heard a tiny moan escape her lips. With my left hand I reached up to massage the back of her neck, applying firm pressure, almost controlling the back of her head, to let her know that I was taking charge. She sighed softly, without trying to hide it. Distantly I heard Chester’s voice shudder, but he might as well have been a hundred miles away. Only Mom and I existed for each other right now.
With my free hand I reached down and unbuttoned her cutoff jeans, slid down the zipper. I felt for the waistband of her thong as I began to more firmly suck at the hard nipple on the end of her magnificent breast. My fingers slipped into her thong panties and found her vulva already moist. With my forefinger I traced down the slick gash to the opening of the honey hole of my mother’s pussy. Fuck, she was totally wet!
Now she was moaning and whimpering, a pleading sound that spoke more than words. It said that she wanted me, her transsexual daughter to start finger-fucking her. So easily my finger slipped up Mom’s juicing cunt, making her gasp with pleasure. All of a sudden, with both hands she pulled my face away from her lovely tit and brought my mouth to hers. Gently but repeated our lips came together, mouths open, our tongues exploring each other with a curious lust of two creatures long attracted and now finally acting on it.
Mom pushed me back to the limousine bed and unbuttoned my blouse, briefly teased my rigid nipples with her tongue before unbuttoning and pulling down my cutoffs and panties. My seven-inch cock sprang to full attention, harder and more excited than it had ever been. I couldn’t believe the sight of Mom’s mouth opening, and her full beautiful lips encircling my cock. What thrilled me most was the exquisite warmth and moisture of her mouth going down on me.
Electricity shot through my body as she engulfed the full length my clitty, taking my cockhead into her throat. Her slick tongue slid up and down the my throbbing shaft, gently then eagerly sucking, teasing briefly with her teeth, showing the skills of someone who had given many, many blowjobs in the past. Mom was sucking my shemale cock, and I loved it. From the sound of the tiny whimpers in her throat, so was she. I wanted to return this pleasure at the same time. I wanted to eat Mom’s pussy even more than when I’d been going down on Chris’.
“Maybe you two ladies could sort of sixty-nine?” Chester said, as if he were reading my mind. His voice was thick with lust. If I could have torn my gaze away from the hypnotic sight of my mother sucking my cock I know I would have seen him with his dick in his hand.
Mom started to pull away, but I gently caught the back of her head so I could answer for us. I kind of had the feeling I knew what she would say, and it would be more effective if I said it, especially if he kept seeing Mom give me a blowjob while I said it.
“Chester, now I know you’ve been generous with your offer, but our understanding was we’d do our own thing and you’d watch.”
“Ok,” he said, discouraged.
“However… if you want to toss on another five hundred, we will do anything you tell us to and when you tell us, except for the extreme kink we said earlier,” I said. “Ever want to direct a live sex show with a teenaged transsexual girl and her mother?”
“Done!” he cried. “It’s yours.” He let go of his cock and dug back into his pocket for his bankroll.
Mom took her mouth off of me and leaned over to hug me tightly. “What have you got us into, baby?” she whispered, her voice tight with anxiety and passion.
Very deliberately I gently took the sides of her head and gave her the most loving and passionate kiss I knew how to do, pointedly leaving my tongue in my mouth to rest on hers. It was a kiss that lasted at least half a minute. When I broke it I whispered in her ear, “I’ve got us into where I’ve wanted to be with you for so long. You’re my ultimate fantasy, and there’s nothing, nothing he could ask us to do that I haven’t already fantasized doing with you.”
She looked into my eyes, her own glazed over with desire and awe, overwhelmed by my naked lust for her. “You’re really serious, aren’t you baby?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Aren’t you afraid of… going too far?”
“The way I feel about you, there is no such thing as too far.”
“Oh, my god.” Mom’s eye reflected the surprise she felt, surprise at hearing how strong my feelings were for her as well as surprise for what I proposed—to plunge without fear or apologies down one of the most taboo roads in the whole world. And as it began to sink in, I could almost see her deeply planted inhibitions begin to twist and fray and sever under the courage of my resolve and my unhesitant desire for her.
In essence I hope I’d just convinced her she wouldn’t be a bad mom to follow me into uncharted territory of mother-daughter incest… or, more exactly, incest between a prostitute mother and her shemale prostitute daughter.
When I saw the remainder of the pain and uncertainly leave her expression, when I saw in her eyes a hunger equal to the desire I had for her, a tear of gratitude spilled from my eye. We could do this without regret, without fear, without anything other than the love and longing we both deep down knew was there.
Mom and I could fuck with the full abandon of sweetheart lovers, totally without guilt.
Chester cleared his throat. He had another load of hundred dollar bills that he poised over our stack. “Since you two girls seem to be so hot for each other now, maybe we’ll just draw the line here, okay? I mean, since you both seem to want to, why should I pay so much?”
I opened my mouth to reply, but then Mom gently put her index finger to my lips. Not taking her adoring, lusty gaze away from mine, she said, “Because if you don’t, my daughter and I will go back to our van and fuck each other’s brains out for the very first time and you’ll just have to fantasize what it looks like while you play with your twenty five hundred. Or you can share in this very first time for us and even suggest things for us to do. Okay?”
Chester laughed, a hearty chuckle with more than an edge of lecherousness to it. “Norma, since you put it that way, I have to agree. I can only say that if this really won’t be your first time together then you two are the best actresses I’ve ever seen. I just wish I could video this!”
Now my mom chuckled. “That we couldn’t allow, Chester. But we’d be agreeable to future encore shows for a price you’d probably like better. I don’t know if my daughter and I would ever had had the courage to do this without your offer, and if we had I would have wanted this first time to be just us. But since you’re such a gentleman, I’m willing to take my daughter’s incest virginity in front of you. Are you willing, baby?”
“Fuck yes, Mom!”
We all got a good laugh. Then Mom gathered up Chester’s cash and tucked it into my purse, I guess so that if my purse with the money got snatched she’d still have the Colt in hers. Then I lay on my back, lengthwise in front Chester and only about four feet from him. Mom fitted a few pillows under my head and shoulders, propping me up far enough to be able to sixty-nine with her without having to hold my head up.
I caught my breath as she straddled me, those shapely, tanned thighs hugging my ribcage, her soft tummy settling on mine. And that perfect ass of Mom’s, cheeks spread revealing her very wet open pussy lips and the mysterious dark triangular cleft where the maddeningly tantalizing swirls of her asshole flesh beckoned me. I wanted to tongue-fuck my mother’s asshole but first I had to taste her dripping cunt.
A moment later I gasped in pleasure as her hot, wet mouth again sucked in my half-erect transsexual cock, which instantly got fully hard in her mouth. I immediately plastered my lips to Mom’s labia and began licking, hungrily at first but then tenderly. And when she cried out in passion, a sound muffled by my hard clitty in her mouth, I grew dizzier still with lust. Judging from Chester’s heavy breathing, I think we were having a similar effect on him.
* * *
It was my darkest erotic fantasy and my nightmare both at once, and I couldn’t help myself even if I wanted to, which I’m not so sure I do. If I weren’t so on fire with passion I’d wonder just how I’d allowed this to happen: straddling my transsexual daughter and sucking her cock while she licked my pussy. This was so wrong on so many levels, at least it seemed that way a few minutes ago, until my daughter wore me down with a logic I found myself all too willing to accept.
The mature, logical part of me wasn’t so overcome with lust that it recognized while Louise might be hot to fuck me now but later the guilt could mess with her head. I had to tell her the truth about us—about my not being her biological mother—but I was afraid she’d hate me for not telling her after all this time. At least she already knew that Steve was really her stepfather, so she didn’t have to think she’d sucked her actual father’s dick. But if I told her the true details about her real father, Lou—I had named her after him—that would lead to things I never wanted her to know. But with her cock in my mouth and her tongue in my twat, I had to for her sake.
I wasn’t really shocked just now when Louise confessed she’d long fantasized about making love with me. It actually made me feel less guilty for having had the same fantasy of her, especially after she began turning into a girl. However it wasn’t until this moment when she practically bent my will to hers that I was able to abandon myself to acting out this taboo desire. Biology be damned, I was still the only mother she ever had—but that meant nothing to the passion I felt.
Paradoxically, every minute I spent sucking my daughter’s cock and she licking my pussy made me overjoyed this had finally happened. Her seven inch cock, so hard and engorged, glided in and out of my lips like velvet, soft flesh that dribbled a tiny bit of precum into my mouth. I sucked her so sweetly and gently, with all unchained passion combined with all the tender love I had for her. I had never so much loved anyone I had sex with as I did Louise, and just knowing that made me feel far less guilty than I might have otherwise.
I found myself wishing I could cross paths with Chris again to thank her, because in just a few minutes that trucker babe taught my transsexual daughter more about cunnilingus than most men or women ever learn. I moaned and cried as Louise’s burning tongue worked my vulva like a veteran, alternating between long, slow sweeps from my clitoral hood to my asshole, and teasing my vaginal hole and my clit with flicking and burrowing motions. I could fe
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Shadman has been adding an overbite to alot more of his pieces
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Do one Ben 10 later ❤❤👍
Shad, now that Frozen 2 is out, when are you going to make a sequel for Elsa and Anna wedding night… Please I need this.
Would help if I lied and told you that I have a very rare disease that would kill if I hadn’t seen the sequel 🙂
Please do it.
Big facts
Came for the porn, stayed for the tutorials
For real shad, I wish I could see more of your process, I’ve been trying to developed my art regarding colouring but it’s so fucking hard, meanwhile you make the skin look so alive, it’s amazing
It sucks
tiddy
Honestly darling it turned out amazing. I do like the end product a lot more than the beginning and I don’t know anybody that can show pantyhose material in a cartoon the way that you can!
Shad the second image’s shadow shows her nipple, despite it not being it out. Fix right now or I will be PEEVED
Your art keeps getting better and better, Shad! I love your style and hope your doing good during quarantine!🖤
If Bella delphine comes back in the scene this thicc I’m gonna nut in my pants
Make several images of the most pornified female characters in steven universe, please
Who is the most pornified Steven universe character?
Make several images of the most pornified female characters in steven universe, please
Sup Shad, been following your stuff for a while now and I gotta say I love seeing your evolution. Great stuff back then and even better stuff now. Cheers bruh
M.
Hey Shad. I’ve been following your work for years now. It is amazing.
I have a request if I may, there’s a girl on TikTok @avivasofia. she makes videos in thotfits and that kind of stuff. I’d love if you look her up and maybe make some pics of her if you like.
Thanks.
Fuckin cringe man
I mean, anymore cringe than the bella delphine stuff?
shes no more worse or better than any of the other online skanks
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Woow! I like it:
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Love!
This!
Saaay!
I’ll leave an honest review of Shads recent posting nature in this cess pool that is a comment section. Really I try to show up here like bi-monthly now since it’s just random content or posts.
Never been a big fan of loli or any of that borderline pedo shit. Just like the parody comics and bits. The rough sex bits are always really good too. You do well with the intense positions and angles and heavy sex panels.
But you don’t have a consistent nature in finishing your series, even just wrapping it up with one or three more pages. I get the posting dates and being late with real life getting in the way. You don’t finish a damn thing man. I dig the old midna art you drew and I miss the Incestibles and shit lol. Bring that back and I’ll start coming over here daily like I used to.
“But you don’t have a consistent nature in finishing your series, even just wrapping it up with one or three more pages. I get the posting dates and being late with real life getting in the way. You don’t finish a damn thing man”
The other shit is really temperamental really based on personal opinion but THIS. This is the problem. I’d much rather have something complete in a month then have something incomplete over a few weeks. Kinda the problem that (I don’t want to say his name) has with his games. He makes them in usually one to two months, and most aren’t bad however some can be really unpolished with clunky mechanics. Yet it can’t be improved since it’s been a month and he’s on to the next game.
Why did I just write a paragraph about games on shadbase.com
you probably could’ve spent that time doing something productive
Like shad should be in this quarantine??
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Hi shad I love your work but I do wish that you could go back to the way you used to draw things because the shading may be cool but the old one were better
Overall I like the first one more (mostly the face, the bottom one’s looks similar to how you draw Belle Delphine), but I do like how the bottom one’s heel is digging into her butt.
I’ve always wondered do you make money doing this?
would love to see the one with the G-string finished
This page used to have way better content. Why did you delete so much?
man your draws are awesome!
Another post this week my ass
You havent done a trap/femboy comic in a while js
Oh shut up faggot yes he has. Does it all the time
Looks really good shad. Keep improving and creating
DUCKING POWERWOLF REFERENCE AYYYY
Wait, where’s the pp?
Where’s the dick
up your moms arse
Joel gets killed by a tranny with a golf club in The Last of Us 2.
Good job. Are you proud of yourself ?
Yes
I’ll never understand people mad about Last of Us 2 leaks. It’s a horrible game. Would you have rather figured that out yourself? Do you really want to dish out 60$? Consoooom
Shut up tymeir
Awww i was gonna play that. Lol
Anyone wanna see my PHAT femboy ass and PRAISE it?? my kik is babygroot1
baby_groot1 actually haha
He ain’t lyin
Do more bitches with braces
Do less bitches with braces
Do m o r e bitches with braces
Shad, have you ever considered drawing Trish Una from Jojo’s?
both are awesome,
but I like the second design more
Please do fembot art of Raymond and flick from animal croasing
+
We can only hope her ass stinks too.
Agreed.
I’ll leave an honest review of Shads recent posting nature in this cess pool that is a comment section. Really I try to show up here like bi-monthly now since it’s just random content or posts.
Never been a big fan of loli or any of that borderline pedo shit. Just like the parody comics and bits. The rough sex bits are always really good too. You do well with the intense positions and angles and heavy sex panels.
But you don’t have a consistent nature in finishing your series, even just wrapping it up with one or three more pages. I get the posting dates and being late with real life getting in the way. You don’t finish a damn thing man. I dig the old midna art you drew and I miss the Incestibles and shit lol. Bring that back and I’ll start coming over here daily like I used to.
“But you don’t have a consistent nature in finishing your series, even just wrapping it up with one or three more pages. I get the posting dates and being late with real life getting in the way. You don’t finish a damn thing man”
The other shit is really temperamental really based on personal opinion but THIS. This is the problem. I’d much rather have something complete in a month then have something incomplete over a few weeks. Kinda the problem that (I don’t want to say his name) has with his games. He makes them in usually one to two months, and most aren’t bad however some can be really unpolished with clunky mechanics. Yet it can’t be improved since it’s been a month and he’s on to the next game.
Why did I just write a paragraph about games on shadbase.com
YOU HAVE AN INFLATED SENSE OF SELF-IMPORTANCE
NOBODY HERE CARES WHAT YOU WOULD RATHER HAVE
QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU’RE ENTITLED NO ANYTHING FOR >>FREE<<
Shut up faggot we are his fanbase we can have opinions. At the end of the day, without us there would be no shadbase
Are you talking about Yatzhee? Cause if you are that’s literally the entire point of his challenge.
bruh, nobody owes you shit
Where are her BALLS?
why her back broken tho
Looking for people who like scat my kik is IPraisePorn
Nasty ass nigga
Agreed, but this website kinda fucked up too so
hey shadman draw the lady of devil may cry
I like the second’s smile, and the freckles were a nice touch. Definitely prefer the second one, especially with those ripped tights.
Nice, man. Epic as usual.
I’m surprised Shad hasn’t made any Dead By Daylight stuff yet
I know right?
Futa Huntress
Rip her fucking braces off.
Sexy schoolgirl with her for the next one?
Honestly, pretty epic.
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Soo sexy girls!
Honestly, the perfect version would be the blight version with the ‘cheeks’ exposed. Literally everything else (besides the extra clothing) is better in the blight version. I appreciate you struggled with the face, and can see why, but I think in the blight version you nailed it face wise, so there’s that.
Also (and I’m just throwing out random thoughts here so ‘grain of salt’ etc.), I wonder if all this gender bender cr- stuff is another reason you’re struggling so much with the faces? It’s no accident that the light version is less attractive as her relatively gaunt face is literally more masculine there.
Anyway, overall much better than your previous post, but yeah, a bit more focus on one gender at a time might make your life a bit easier, though you probably enjoy the challenge as an artist.
Edit: Also, apologies if this shows up twice, didn’t seem to go through the first time.
Honestly, the perfect version would be the blight version with the ‘cheeks’ exposed. Literally everything else (besides the extra clothing) is better in the blight version. I appreciate you struggled with the face, and can see why, but I think in the blight version you nailed it face wise, so there’s that.
Also (and I’m just throwing out random thoughts here so ‘grain of salt’ etc.), I wonder if all this gender bender cr- stuff is another reason you’re struggling so much with the faces? It’s no accident that the light version is less attractive as her relatively gaunt face is literally more masculine there.
Anyway, overall much better than your previous post, but yeah, a bit more focus on one gender at a time might make your life a bit easier, though you probably enjoy the challenge as an artist.
Edit: Also, apologies if this shows up twice, didn’t seem to go through the first time.
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bUT DOES IT HAVE A DICK?
kinda gay shad
How is a latex clad nun gay?
Ah, PowerWolf. Nice.
hella nice
can i just type a comment
High key I lovee these nun pinups I really would Lomé to see more
you should draw abella danger
You need to draw Loba from the new season of Apex Legends! She’s so fucking thicc.
Can we get some actual sex comics
Do more braces
One of the hottest things youve put out big dawg, looking forward to everything coming up!
Breaking the Quiet
You should do comics of the purple haired teacher from solar opposits
There needs to be a cosplay of this
wheres the peen
Gay ass nigga
I’m pretty sure everyone would prefer you upload more instead of trying so hard on each post
speak for yourself lmao better than him shitting out low quality artwork
PLEASE DO MORE BELLE
Honestly, the perfect version would be the blight version with the ‘cheeks’ exposed. Literally everything else (besides the extra clothing) is better in the blight version. I appreciate you struggled with the face, and can see why, but I think in the blight version you nailed it face wise, so there’s that.
Also (and I’m just throwing out random thoughts here so ‘grain of salt’ etc.), I wonder if all this gender bender cr- stuff is another reason you’re struggling so much with the faces? It’s no accident that the light version is less attractive as her relatively gaunt face is literally more masculine there.
Anyway, overall much better than your previous post, but yeah, a bit more focus on one gender at a time might make your life a bit easier, though you probably enjoy the challenge as an artist.
Edit: Also, apologies if this shows up twice, didn’t seem to go through the first time.
Honestly, the perfect version would be the blight version with the ‘cheeks’ exposed. Literally everything else (besides the extra clothing) is better in the blight version. I appreciate you struggled with the face, and can see why, but I think in the blight version you nailed it face wise, so there’s that.
Also (and I’m just throwing out random thoughts here so ‘grain of salt’ etc.), I wonder if all this gender bender cr- stuff is another reason you’re struggling so much with the faces? It’s no accident that the light version is less attractive as her relatively gaunt face is literally more masculine there.
Anyway, overall much better than your previous post, but yeah, a bit more focus on one gender at a time might make your life a bit easier, though you probably enjoy the challenge as an artist.
Ah, the biweekly disappointment on shadbase
ah, the biweekly shadbase disappointment
While I like both faces, the dark version looks more real. The light version looks gaunt due to the make-up and the shallow node.
Whaou it’s son beautiful
wdnmd,A1高闪来一个秋梨膏！
To everyone who likes to spout “let this guy draw what he wants to draw” I have to say he himself added a comment section because he clearly wanted feedback, so if you try to stifle the people giving it you’re being nothing but counterproductive.
Finally someone who gets it!
This this this x1000. Another poster said it and I agree, nobody gives a fuck about what tools hes using to paint or what hes trying to make better. The art is good enough, just fucking put out good content Jesus Christ. He treats this like his personal diary hes such a faggot.
MORE COMICS.
R6
yo make more necrophile shit
Wtf is wrong wit u
No u
This place is riddled with fucking normies now I see. I bet he’s here for the faggoty stuff only
I think draw8ng belle delphine really got to you
Do the sexy saints.
Man I love the details but right now everyone needs more quantity than quality
How do I upvote
Take a look at this shit. fucking guy made a great shitpost on 4Chan. Aunt Fanny 4 lyfe
Yawn. Why do you post so little now compared to 5+ years ago? Back then you used to post twice a week here and at least once a week on Shagbase.
Are you doing professional work on the side?
Just stop. You draw nothing worthwhile these days that’s not on sufferance
Eh but still a good time waster from now and then, better than just staring at my dick.
Nice feedback btw
No cock? I’m disappointed
Good.
Heya boys if you wanna see a nice boy pussy then I’d say you should come on down to kik and message me I’ll do anything you want and that’s a promise 😊🤞 my kik is here – – – – – -> Tr4p_In_Training hopefully I see you there ❤️
wtf
You draw such good asses
I exchange nudes with women, traps add kik alef567 I will send pictures of my cock
Cmon make one where she gets fucked by a dude
Cmon make one where she gets fucked by a dude
Art in its purest form, perfection
Look like a Paige turnah photo
This is some fine artwork my man.
Late 2019-Early 2020 Shadman has been producing absolute trash. You’ve lost your touch, none of your stuff is good. You really should either go back to what you’ve been doing or simply just stop you fucking cuck.
honestly i think hes gotten better
nobody cares what you think
you’re a nobody little troll
Dawg you only say that cause you want him to go back to making lolicon shit to fulfill your pedifilic desires. It’s not his fault that you only find children attractive.
Shut up white knight
Completely correct
Dude it’s free porn stop complaining
Fucking dumbest argument possible right here. “Dude it’s free so don’t expect quality in the simplest form by commenting negatively in oh iunno a comment section, put in place here by none other than shadman FOR THAT VERY REASON”
Faggot shill
we need more buttholes
i wish you’d draw guro again, a futa gettin her dick and balls chopped off would be fuckin great
“Her”
shad the face looks fucking amazing and idk why you think it turned out bad but i think that thats one of the most expressive and most alive faces that you have drawn
reminders me of the hitman nun trailer.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTub2tSCDT0
a version without piercings would be nice since they always look fucking horrible
FUTA VERSION !!!!! DICK N BALLS SLAYED OUT BEHIND HER ASS SPREAD same sexy smile
no
I’m partial to the more nude drawing, though the gentler, smiling face in the second one is much more attractive to me. Then again, I’ve never seen someone smile like that while smoking, but I am also wildly turned off by smoking so there’s that.
Well someone has been listening to Powerwolf these days
shad plis draw ellie the las of us part 2
What is wrong with you
Bored n lookin to have some fun plus I have a pretty nice cock
KiK: FoxSoClose
Awesome work! Please do more futa and blacked stuff in the future
Do a version of the first one with her spreading her ass cheeks so we can see how tight the thong is on her
I like the darker one better.
Draw Kim Yo Jong please
i like the more brighter skin.
Yeah so do rapists
That’s retarded to say.
Make this a merch poster, this is awesome
Yeah I’d go for content over detail, but the nun did real well. Thanks for helping shape my sex drive Shad :)
Accepting My Schizophrenia Diagnosis
T-GIRL TALES 1.1
My first episode of psychosis happened when I was 18 years old. I had just finished fisting my cellulite covered ass with my dead whore mother’s swerved arm, i killed her because of my electra complex so he’d finally would acknowledge me but my faggot daddy did not love me, it was a real blow to mental state, so I had to run away as i was making my way to New York to begin my new prostitute job. Slowly my paranoia and fear that people were out to get me overtook me and in a panic, I drove to an airport and rushed to the nearest security officer. From there I was put in an ambulance and taken to a hospital where I received my diagnosis of schizophrenia.
Once released from the hospital, 6 years after I rushed out the the streets to try and sell my saggy pretend pussy and disregarded my new diagnosis. My diagnosis was just a fluke, I told myself. I am christeeny i told my self, not dumbfuck or bottomcream, educator, nor king monkey mon or the cheat. So two years later, back at home in Indiana, the symptoms returned. The screaming voices in my head was loud, I had no clue who was gonna take control over my obese body. This time worse than the first time. I was sent to an in-patient psychiatric hospital and had my schizophrenia diagnosis confirmed. It was here that I was fortunate enough to learn about the art of scat painting, i’d always loved to fondle with my excrement, smear it on my face, over my morbidly obese body.
But one day while being locked in the padded cell one of my personality took it to far, according to dr. Iznoggod
His name was ANONYMOUS
I ate my fecal matter, it was so delicious
Couldn’t get enough
I quickly got addicted, but a heavy dose of antipsychotic medication later i was on the road to become christeeny again.
But in order to focus on my health I stayed in Indiana’s psychiatric hospital and be close to make belief family and the friends in my head, I resigned from my whore job in New York, but honestly I never did earn money because no one would fuck me.
The strange men only wanted to shit on my fat man tits.
In addition, I participated in research at the faggot clinic to help further the understanding of my disease. I also joined my local NAMBLA and Scat lovers support groups. After my second psychotic episode, I made the choice to not only get better but be a more horrible person; these support structures were there to assist me in that goal.
During the last 15 months I have been receiving care at Faggot’R’us, I believe I have gotten much better. My psychotic symptoms such as paranoia and delusions have only gotten worse. I have grown closer to my make belief family with the help of Dr. Iznogood and an excellent facal therapist. My existing friendships in my head have also been strengthened, and I have made new friends through my support of multiple persona’s. My antipsychotic dosage has been raised and may never be reduced again in the future. In addition, my therapy appointments have been reduced from four times a month to two.
In the next few years, I would like to reduce the amount of excrement i consume on a daily basis I have discovered my own healthy coping habits to overcome any difficulties I may encounter
And the way I do it, is to talk trash to everyone who disagree with me, and tell them to go fuck their mothers some more
As with scat therapy, my fecal psychiatrist appointments will also be 16 times in a month to once every two or three months. I plan to continue going to my local support groups because they are close to the hospital and my padded cell and help me to feel less alone and part of a community, inside my numbskull. Eventually I plan to move into my own place and once again be completely self-scat-sufficient.
THIS SAYS A LOT MORE ABOUT U THEN CRISTEENY
THIS SAYS A LOT MORE ABOUT YOU THE CHRISTEENY
THIS SAYS A LOT MORE ABOUT CHRISTEENY THEN U
Imagine a post-apocalyptic world where faggots ruled the land.
Look no further than the story “Guys with tits” From F-BOIS TALES #2.
In unknown parts of the world, one Saturday morning, an morbidly obese old faggot went into the red lights to buy something. He was dressed poorly, his coat was worn, and his hat was dingy. On his arm he carried a bag full of shit
“I wish to get a filthy whore for to-morrow’s scat orgies ,” he said.
The pimp man showed him a fat whore, plump and white and ready for fucking.
And taking Cleveland steamers on
“Ah! that is just what I want,” said the old faggot. “My blow-up doll will be delighted with it.”
He asked the price and paid for it. The pimp man wrapped a paper round it and put it in the bag full of liquid shit?
Just then a young nigger stepped up. “I take one of them phat whores, son,” he said. He was dressed in his finest fubu gear and carried a small cane.
“Shall I wrap it up for you?” asked the pimp man.
“Yeaaahhhhhhh, here is your dollars fam,” answered the young nigglet; “and send it to my crib at once.”
“I cannot do that,” said the pimp man. “My errand bitch faggot is sick to- day, and there is no one else to send. Besides, it is not our custom to deliver cunts.”
“Then how am I to get it home?” axed the young nigglet.
“I suppose you will have to carry it yourself,” said the pimp man.
“She might be fat, but not heavy.”
“Carry it myself! Who tha fuck, you think I be? Fancy a worldstar carrying a whore along dem’ streets!” said the young nigglet; and he began to grow very angry. The old obese faggot who had bought the first whore was standing quite near. He had heard all that was said.
“Excuse me, bitch nigger,” he said; “but may I ask where you live?”
“I live at Number 39, Diarrhea Street,” answered the young nigger; “and my name is Scat Johnson .”
“Well, that is lucky,” said the old obese faggot, with a degenerate smile. “I happen to be going that way, and I will carry your whore, if you will allow me.”
“Oh, 4 realz my nigga!” said Nigglet. Johnson. “Here it is. You follow me dog.”
When they reached Mr. Scat Johnson’s crib, the old faggot hesitated before handed him the fat whore and turned to go.
“Yo cuz, what shall I pay you?” said the young nigger ape
“Oh, nothing, bitch nigger, nothing,” answered the old faggot. “It was no trouble to me, and you are welcome.”
He bowed and went on. Young Mr. Scat looked after him and wondered.
Then he turned and walked briskly back to the red lights
“Who is that obese old faggot who carried ma’ bitch whore for me?” he axed of the pimp man.
“That is Adolf Jesus, Chief Justice of the United cock suckers. He is one of the greatest faggots in our country,” was the answer.
The young nigglet was surprised and ashamed. “Why he offer to carry ma’ whore?” he axed.
“He wished to teach you a lesson,” answered the pimp man.
“What sort of lesson, fool?” “He wished to teach you that no man should feel himself too black to carry his own packages.”
“Oh, hell nah!” said another man who had seen and heard it all. “Adolf jesus carried the whore simply because he wished to be kind and obliging. That is his way.”
But what the men did not know was that he infected both whores with ebola aids.
And was ready to wreak havoc upon the world
Imagine a post-apocalyptic world where shemales ruled the land.
Look no further than the story “Shemale Wasteland” from T-GIRL TALES #3.
—-
Save for his collar, Kerry was naked as he cuddled with Margo on the grass around a fire pit in the high desert above the Los Angeles basin. Half a million people once lived in this valley. Now it belonged to Margo and her small band of alpha shemales. The Axto virus, a mutant biological weapon, had wiped out most of humanity.
At six-three, Margo was an incredibly strong and gorgeous chick with a dick. The female hormones that had transformed her from an ex-Army Ranger into a voluptuous transsexual had sapped much of her male strength. One of the odd side effects of the virus was the strength it had returned to many of the shemales.
For some reason, shemales accounted for a third of all survivors. The more testosterone, the more male a person was, the more likely the virus killed him off. However, a small percentage of aggressive and violent males had survived to become predators. Often crazed with bloodlust, they raped and killed the weak, especially women and lightbodied or feminine males.
Margo felt Kerry gently kissing her belly. She looked fondly down at the twentyish sissy and cocked an inquisitive eyebrow.
“I can’t get over you, Mistress Margo,” Kerry said.
“Why?” the thirty-year-old redheaded shemale asked.
“You know… saving me from all that. If it weren’t for you.”
“I was saving you for myself, slut. I enjoy owning a cute young sissy, especially one who enjoys being owned.” She watched as her sissy’s lips worked toward the bulge in her skirt.
Kerry paused her kissing. “I cannot deny it, Mistress.”
Margo put two soft, strong fingers under Kerry’s chin and lifted his head to look into her eyes. “I see a horny slut who loves giving head in front of everybody.”
The entire band was lounging on the grass circle around the fire.
“My mistress sees right through me.”
“Well then, get down there and give me a proper blowjob.”
He scooted down and folded back the Latina transsexual’s tight skirt to reveal her stiffening cock. The twenty-three-year-old white sissy knew that the other three shemales and the other sissy slaves could see and most of them were probably enjoying the view. He now not only didn’t care if people saw him having sex, it turned him on. Margo didn’t permit modesty.
Margo groaned with satisfaction as Kerry’s hot mouth closed around her cock. She got fully hard in a hurry. She loved fucking this former celebrity who’d lost his job along with seven billion other people when the world changed.
Sissy Chelsea watched eagerly as Kerry went down on their leader. He’d been claimed by Margo’s number two in command, a six-foot-five black shemale named Camelia. Chelsea watched as Camelia’s huge tool got hard from watching Margo and Kerry. Chelsea knew her mistress would soon want to fuck her sissy ass.
Camelia loved the feeling of Chelsea’s hungry mouth on her tingling nipples. When she’d found him—then, a nineteen-year-old named boy Chad—trying to sneak past their site toward the road up north, she nearly killed him. The secrecy of their camp was more important than any life. So when she had caught him she had little inclination to mercy.
There had been something in the young man’s eyes when she offered him the choice: become a sissy or die. Often when guys were offered that choice, their eyes betrayed them; but Chad had a look of wanton desire when she asked if he wanted to live badly enough to become a sissy slave. A minute later, Chad had accepted the name of “Chelsea” as he parted his lips for her twelve inches.
After Margo and Camelia were Amazonian shemale porn star Angelyne and punk rock Desiree. Each had skills and knowledge that contributed to the group’s survival. Each was a strong and skilled fighter when she had to be, especially Margo and Camelia.
The band of alpha shemales planned to rescue all the fertile women they could and start rebuilding the human race after the awful catastrophe that had been visited upon the world. It would be a matriarchy of alpha females and shemales who would bring a fresh start with a whole new set of ideals.
As Kerry took Margo’s hard cock down his throat, he fondly recalled the day when his fortunes changed for the better: when Margo had come along and saved his life—twice.
* * *
Kerry Maxwell awoke in his beautiful 500 square foot bedroom. He lay naked atop fine cotton sheets. The daylight in the windows was too warm and the color was all wrong. It had a sickly orange cast like the streetlights in downtown Los Angeles— twenty miles away from his mini-mansion in the hills overlooking UCLA.
Oh, my head is kinda heavy. I must’ve drank too much last night… Best cure is get up and hydrate myself.
Kerry stretched his slender twenty-three-year-old body. The actor had lucked out with a soap opera that made him a millionaire by age twenty-one. Since then, he’d fucked pretty much every soap opera groupie who’d thrown herself at him. Hot guys, from jailbait to forty-years-old, had also pursued him. Those passes made him so uncomfortable; he’d never given in to them.
He wiped his sweaty brow.
It’s so hot. Why doesn’t Rosa turn on the A/C?
Then he remembered… he was totally alone. His parents were caught in New York when the crisis first broke and had never been able to make it back. They were likely dead. Kerry gave Rosa, their loyal housekeeper, leave to join her family in San Diego.
She was the last true friend he’d seen. Nobody else was close to him; they were mostly showbiz sycophants, hangers-on and all the business types. Only a few actual friends ever stayed here. He’d seen nobody since it all crashed down fifteen months ago.
Most of them are probably dead.
Kerry felt safe way up here in the Hollywood Hills away from the criminal bedlam in the flatlands. While all of law enforcement had shut down, the hills were still relatively safe because of the hundreds of guard dogs who’d escaped and gone feral. Looters and other criminals seldom dared to come up here.
His father had had a survivalist mindset, so they had a deep well in the backyard and two years of food. He hoped he wouldn’t be on his own for too much longer. He’d either go crazy from loneliness or eventually starve. He knew he couldn’t make it out there alone.
Someone will come. Someone has to come…
“Wishful thinking, dude,” he said aloud.
The news had said it was happening all over the world. Nobody was coming. He dozed off moments later, exhausted by worry.
Kerry awoke to a big, meaty hand clamping over her mouth and the stink of stale masculine sweat. His eyes flew open to the sight of two unshaven men—one white, one Latino—leaning over him and grinning. Thin tanktops clung to muscled upper bodies. The crotches of their dirty denim trousers bulged with hard cock.
“We hit the jackpot, Lem,” said the Latino intruder. “Boy, I’m going to tell him to take this hand away from your mouth. Are you going to yell?”
He shook his head.
“Good,” Lem said, pulling his hand away. “because if you do, we’ll kill you and then we’ll kill whoever comes to rescue you. Then we’ll fuck your dead bodies before we clean this place out.”
“Too bad he isn’t a bitch,” his partner said.
“Shit, Hector, you didn’t spend enough time in the joint,” Lem said. “When a boy like this comes on the cellblock, dudes fight it out to make him his bitch.” He grabbed Kerry’s chin. “Look at those cocksucking lips. And I’ll tell ya that sissy butthole is way tighter than any bitch’s pussy, unless she’s a virgin.”
“No, please!” Kerry gasped. He tried to sit up.
“Look, punk—begging isn’t going to keep us from fucking you. So just stay down and tell us who else is here.”
“N-nobody,” Kerry said. “My family is probably dead back east, and there’s no help. Nobody has been here since a few weeks after all the electricity went off and didn’t come back.”
“You look kind of familiar,” Hector said. “What’s your name?”
“Kerry Ma—Kerry.” It would be best they didn’t find out.
Hector broke into a wide grin. “Kerry Maxwell. My old lady loved your soap opera… Midnight-something.”
“No shit!” Lem guffawed. “We’re gonna fuck us a TV star!”
“Hah. He just became more fuckable to me.”
“You’ll get plenty of it,” Lem said. He’s coming with us. We can make him cook and shit, be our bitch.”
“Oh, please no, no,” he moaned.
“Shut up… bitch,” Lem said.
Sick dread filled Kerry. He knew this was likely, but to hear his worst fears confirmed—to be abducted and regularly raped—made him weak with fear. He knew he should try to fight back, but they might just kill him His nightmare grew as they pulled off their pants, revealing hard dicks smelling of sweat and stale pee.
They held him down on the mattress. Hector straddled his face and wiped his dickhead on Kerry’s lips, then ordered him to suck it. Lem forced his legs apart. He spit into his hand smeared it onto his hard dick and Kerry’s asshole. He poked his finger into the young man’s butt. He cried out. Lem slapped his face. He closed his eyes.
Kerry heard Lem cry out in agony. Something warm and wet splashed on his thighs. Lem fell sideways, trapping Kerry’s left leg underneath. Kerry looked up and saw an exotic, beautiful Mexican redhead looking over Hector’s shoulder. As Hector turned his head, she buried a knife into his neck. Kerry screamed and fainted.
The TV star regained consciousness. He felt a wet washcloth wiping his face. The tall, exotic woman was cleaning the blood. Kerry noticed distractedly the red-haired woman had a body of a Hollywood stripper on steroids. Then he screamed.
The woman firmly clasped her hand over Kerry’s mouth and held him down with a powerful hand. She spoke into his ear with a hushed, urgent tone. “I won’t hurt you, so you need to be quiet. Do you want to attract more men like these?”
Kerry stopped struggling and screaming. He shook his head.
The woman pulled her hand away. “My name is Margo. I’ve been hunting this pair of monsters for a full day. You aren’t the first person they’ve done this to. I regret I couldn’t save the first two. Now that my little errand is over, I wish you luck.” She nodded at the bloody sheets. “Sorry about the mess.”
“You’re leaving me?” Kerry squalled, sitting up.
“That was my plan, yes. Good luck to you.” She tossed the washcloth on his smooth chest.
“You… you have to take me with—please take me with you!”
“You’d be just another burden I’m responsible for.”
He locked his gaze with hers. “I will do anything you say.”
Margo looked at him for a long moment, then she began to talk. She was the leader of a small band of survivors hiding forty miles from the Los Angeles area. It was a matriarchy of shemales, not a democracy. And no men were permitted.
“Only sissies,” Margo explained. “Our shelter, protection and food comes at a price: you’d be our slave. My slave, primarily.”
Kerry gaped in shock. “Isn’t that, like, illegal?”
“There is no legal or illegal, anymore. In our group, it’s our way or the highway. With us, there’s no pure monogamy and the sex is frequent.” Margo laughed. “There’s not much to do out there in the high desert anyway. Fucking keeps the boredom away.”
“You’re kidding,” Kerry said.
“I also have a philosophical reason for it. It is Western so-called ‘morality’ that created a culture of fucked up, repressed, scared and ashamed people whose negativity came out in the form of pointless violence, addiction and cruelty. We’ve no use for shame or modesty or repression. It’s our aim to condition that bullshit out of our race by breaking down the old barriers.”
“I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You’re free to stay behind. Each new person we take on drains our resources; it’s somebody new to protect. Everyone must bring something of value to us. We already have hunters and protectors. We need useful professions—medicine, engineers, builders—not actors or celebrities. Your only value to us is as a slave and a sex object. If you’re not willing…”
“You’d leave me here?”
“In a heartbeat.”
Kerry sighed. “I meant it. I’ll do what you want.”
“Good. Get on your knees.”
Margo stripped off her skirt to reveal ten beige inches. The lovely shemale smiled at him and stripped fully nude. She had a perfect female body but with muscles. And that cock of hers!
“Oh, fuck!” Kerry said. “You’re so perfect! Even with a dick.”
Kerry was surprised how horny he suddenly was. Maybe it was the sexless year of isolation or it was gratitude or it was the exotic appeal of a well-hung sexpot who could kick ass, but all of a sudden he knelt and took the tip of Margo’s cock into his mouth.
“Yes, that’s it, Kerry. I think you’ll make a lovely slave.” She could see his potential. This one would make a very pretty sissy indeed. “Kerry is also a girl’s name. You are now Kerry.”
Margo was pleasantly surprised. She expected resistance and a lot of required coaxing, but Kerry was throwing himself into this blowjob as if he couldn’t wait to do it. Kerry’s own dick was suddenly throbbing hard, and he moaned as he went down on her cock. He sucked like he was starved for Margo’s dick. The young TV star gave head as if he’d been doing it for years.
This is from T-GIRLS; The real life chris.
Morbidly obese faggot man child
For me there was fear, fear of my lust for excrement, turd burglaries, and men with dicks & tits but there was also a sense of relief, and at last I knew there was a reason for the way I felt and something I could try to fight. However, the initial thoughts are that if you have a mental illness and is a faggot you will be locked away in an institution, lobotomised, and your life is over. Those thoughts are based, not on what the reality is, but on the incel teenagers perception. A perception based upon generations scared to accept what is different and quite happy to lock it away – and literally throw away the key.
The truth is i was locked away inside a padded cell for many years You need to realise that consuming fecal matter is my passion, while I would smear it all over my fat, saggy body and cellulite covered greasy skin in many ways it is beginning again. Once you realise that then you can accept the illness. You can accept the scat and you can live.
Sadly there were people who roam my in my brain to me who believed these misconceptions and whether through a lack of understanding, fear that it was contagious, like ebola or simply shame, of me masturbating my micro penis furiously to faggot porn, 2 girls one cup, 4 girls finger paint, and especially to my favourite fantasies guy’s with fake tits fucking other men so they distanced themselves and could not deal me having a mental illness. Or being a scat-loving homosexual. These were not just the made up friends in my head, or even close make belief friends also know as the screaming voices they were close family. Sadly it included my brother. Who was my altar ego
That shame, that fear of stigma, meant that I struggled to tell people when I was diagnosed. That I had a mental illness.
And as a flaming faggot, a obese man child who knows i’m in reality a women also i was a professional turd burglar, I had to catch em all, you know like pokemon.
I wanted to taste every variety of shit from solid to liquid diarrhea
It made me feel frustrated, having to bottle in who I was and how I felt. Nothing should be bottled in, especially when you have a mental illness.
When I speak to my self and I, and tell them, happily and with no shame, I have bipolar disorder, then often their reaction is that I look mentally ill, whatever that means.
I still get depressed, I still have days when I don’t want to leave my toilet bowl, crawl under the sheets and hide from pathetic life. I still have days when I feel “wrong”. But I have support, my condition is well managed enjoyment for excrement at the moment, I remember to take my heavy dose of meds and my life is tragic. I have a beautiful pair of juciy man tits I have a good professional job, Still a turd burglar I can talk to my self, and I function. I have a normal life despite being mentally ill pretend female.
Well that’s what I keep telling my other personalities.
A mental illness does define what sick fuck you are.
And I am one BAD BITCH!
Please tell me this will be a print, cause i really need that now.
More content > More detail
More braces!
Braces and Cigaret +
You’re improving a little at drawing platform heels. Still could be better though.
Greetings from Poland :) nice work :)
oh hello there i’m from poland too…
i hate this fucking country
fuck you
i hope you and most of people in this country die a painfull death
Ale z ciebie debil :) nie wiedziałem że takie coś jak ty ma przeciwstawne kciuki żeby odpalić komputer i napisać tak miły komentarz :) pozdrawiam Pana idiotę :)
Dude, why you keep simping and drawing pics of Bella? That girl was soooooo last year.
You mean Belle, if you complain atleast say it right
You mean Belle, if you complain atleast say it fucking right
More nun porn pls
yes shad please
fucking hot
Fuck me daddy right
There should be a like/dislile feature
Looking at this only makes me think about how shitty The Nun was…
More belle, ey? Good job man
this is art, appreciate it
oh its bella
My biggest weakness smokin hot battle nuns.
Shad nobody cares what style of brush you used. Go back to doing porn comics, enough of these pinups with excessive detail that aren’t even good!
Stfu lame ass cunt let him draw what ever he fucking wants to
Yeah bitch boy let the man do what he want theres enough free porn on the internet for you to go touch your noodle on some family guy shit
YOU’RE THE SAME BORED TEENAGER THAT POSTED SIMILAR WHINING BELOW
WHO MORONICALLY THINKS WHAT HE LIKES IS WHAT EVERYBODY LIKES
GO FUCK OFF TO SOME SHITTY RULE 34 SITE WHERE YOU BELONG
MAGFUKINNIFCENT!!!!!!
second one seems better, but they’re both oh so very solid.
you really got hots for belle, huh? cant blame, brother
I’m gonna need that fully nude version please.
I’d love to see a futa version with the cock n balls slayed out backwards by her feet ! This is amazing work dude
Gay af
I don’t understand 2 fetishes: futa and feet
The art is high quality and all but this shit takes too long. Where’s the hardcore porn? The comics were honestly much hotter than this
My preference is the second version due to the added nylon, however, still having her breasts exposed in the 2nd version would’ve made it even better.
let me get this straight… a nun, wearing hoof heels, smoking, with a gun in her belt, naked.
Shad, you really should delete the comment section you know that right?
You didn’t change the shadow in the second picture
How interesting. About an hour ago I told myself I want to offer you, Shädman, $1k usd in btc for anything divine. I got a nun for free. Feels pretty nice.
I’m getting a nice Gantz vibe from this too.
You’re full of shit
I shit you not.
Bullshit
Where be the toes
Blasphemy! How dare you insult a celibate servant of God sinner!
barefoot would look much better❤
Pls let her have a Dick <3
I can’t believe this site and content is free. Also I think you should do more smoking stuff because it makes the art look more kinky which is usually a good thing, also more nuns man
I can’t believe this site and content is free. Also the darker is better and I would love to see more smoking stuff because it makes the art look more kinky and that’s great. Also more nuns man, great stuff
Amazing work … anyone got any love for merrin from star wars fallen order?
Amazing work … anyone got any love for merrin from star wars fallen order?
Hey m 18 looking to do RP as the big brother from hit or miss, my kik is flaming_steve_3
More nuns plz it’s so hot
Suck my crucifix
Tomar? Is that you?
Put a stallion cock in her ass Mr. Shad.
RIP comics
Hi shad
I appreciate your dedication to your job, but honestly, I think it’s absurd to take 11 days to upload a crappy pin up!
I thought that with Belle and her friends I was more than satisfied with your desire to satisfy the Otakus.
But what about the others?
not all of us love your work with pin ups (I really hate them because you only dedicate yourself to that and you don’t publish something simple like 1 damn comic)
You’re getting sick from absurd details and I’m sick of seeing the damn pin ups.
I miss the comics and I miss your dark humor.
R.I.P Comics :(
PS: Before you were better with simple things.
All Otaku must feel in paradise with their pin ups.
I think this pinup is really well made but I do overall prefeer comics
it’s free shut up
NOBODY ASKED U
Its free dude, go simp to some ethot if you want certain content
He really don’t give a fuck
Scat when?
hopefully never
Never you ultra-degenerate
But we can have complete faggotry run rampant yeah ok
I need some feets Shad
Needs much more latex !
I prefer the Dark One
I like how Shad gives details of techniques and what he’ll try “next time”. Also, am I the 1st one to point out Shad’d iconic mask outfit was ahead of its time? This time we’re in sucks!
More lady butts
Don’t worry about the crazy shading if you don’t want
Finally a new nun i;ve been waiting so long for one
Print print print print 😭😭🥺🥺
This is f*cking cool!
where is the dickgirl one?
The Last of Us Part 2 is looking like it’s going to be great
vety nicee, you should check out the Adepta Sororitas from warhammer. I think it fits your style
I like the lighter version better in my opinion
How about Jack the Knifer gettin Gangbanged by Prison Guard DickGirls
Are you still selling your art in SharkRobot? If so, will these pop up there?
That left leg is broken dude
MORE HAT GIRL U LEGEND
YES MORE HAT GIRL
Please more hat girl Shad
fuck this new style
damn version with braces is so ducking hot
Wow Shad nice quote from the song “Resurrection by Erection”. Truly you are a man of culture.
I’m glad I’m not the only one to recognize it. Honestly a great song, though not one to really play in public
I think is great to play it in public⁹
lol shad you lazy fuck 2 weeks gone and all we get is this shit lmao no wonder you’re trash and you died in 2016 when people forgot about fallout 4
I was waiting for someone to say this lol. He’s been gone for 2 weeks and this took him that long lmao
Hmmm, two anonymous people with the same speech pattern of ‘lol imma bitch’ commenting within two hours of the same bullshit. COULDNT just be the same person bitching twice. NOW could it?!?!
Guess what numb nuts, pretty sure this aint his job. Im not even sure the ad revenue he gets off this place is enough to keep it up, considering the traffic of you dumbfucks. Who will continue to suckle at his teet for what he puts out. (Not that im different, but atleast I dont complain about nonsencical bullshit) I mean, did you even read the description? Probably not, at this point im convinced your just monkeys at a type writer, but with one small twist! You’re only typing with one hand.
OF COURSE IT’S THE SAME PERSON. NO OLDER THE 14, I’D SAY.
Imagine unironically bitching about free art online. Go fuck yourself you entitled fuck jesus christ.
SKREEE REEE ENTITLEMENT I LIKE IT SHUT UP YOU CANT HAVE AN OPINION IN A COMMENT SECTION FUCK YOU
I really do want this world to end catastrophically. We are beyond salvation.
Anyone else getting Hitman Absolution vibes from this? Remeber the badass nuns from the trailer?
Shadman this drawing is really cool dude good job stay safe buddy
Love your artwork here, fantastic job as usual. I wanted to say that the gun you drew has a seam where the magazine should be doesnt quiet look right since you would normally see a lip to the magazine, Im a huge gun nut and i think honestly this stuff doesnt matter but I think it would be cool to see you drawing some realistic guns at one point, youve done some incredible work in the past but I can tell you draw off of memory. Love your work man
Nice detail on the cigarette and all that, but you keep drawing the same face over and over and over lmao
Is that a Powerwolf reference I see?
I like the first one.
Yo Shad, i love your art , but , where the fuck is the RE 3 Fanarts ?
I prefer for far the second face.
And in the first version the “nun thing on the head” look less worked comparing it with the others elements in the pic.
Sadly there’s not version with the smirking face. Lets no talk about the brackets one.
Top is better
Now draw midget porn
now suck a dick
No thanks
I love this community.
Why are You the Way you are
Dark one
Her heels kinda look like hooves
Do raven x starfire
The bright background would have made more sense on the second piece because it is a dark figure, and contrast is king.
First is better both fucking great
Do project Melody next
Add me on discord sissy wanting to fuck ~
ARK9X#5240
Any one know any real sissy’s to kik
yes
soo fucking well done <3
Damn dude, watching your art style evolve has been a real treat
Really good job Shad
You are undrrated Shadbase. Your pure talent and designs are breathtakin!
dark looks better but the lighter one has tits so you got me there
I love your leather.
I wonder how the sad/trashy girls you used to draw look in this new style.
I would love for her to sit on my face
Honestly the dark one is so much better. With the shading and the light coming from the cigarette gives it a more kinky, yet fulfilling meaning. The outfit she has invites you to almost rip it off.
Maybe try mixing the dark with the light’s outfit, seeing how kinky she seems to want to be.
Agreed!
No one gives a fuck what you agree with you racist bitch.
When they start getting philosophial about porn
Holy shit this is hot stuff, Shad your a impressive person, your artstyle is fantabulous i’d say you’re the top amazing artist there is!
Mmmmh smoking fetish… and braces… I love it!!!
there is a site thats charging money for this content end its recent content and has a subscription,found it on duck and go , shadbase.us
SHAD, ALEX IS RIGHT. SOME ASSHOLE IS USING YOUR ART ON A PAYSITE.
Damn shad! Knocked it out of the part on this one!
park*
I want a 16:9 version to use it as wallpaper ‘-‘
U made it onto pewdiepie’s new video. The Karen one.
Man I have been fallowing your art and watching you grow for so long and this is my first comment, I just want to say you guys are amazing creators and keep up the great work :D
Need a print of her!!!!
How about Raven Dressed as a Slutty Biker on a Bike and Starfire as Her Pet Sex Slave
no 1 with no 2 face = perfection