Mommy F/m, m/m maybe, femdom of course.Mommy 2/2 "You're taunting me now, Heather. Where would you expect to find a live-in boy friend for someone like me?" "Oh, I already have found him. He'll come by as soon as your new girlfriends have had a chance to teach you a few things and can tell me you're ready. Vivian's already told him all about it. You know him. Patrick, Vivian's husband." "Are you out of your mind? Pat? He'd never agree to that! He's a tough egg! All-State Varsity football when he was in college! As macho as they come!" "He was, you mean, maybe. Now he's as cooperative as they come." "How so?" "Sweetheart, how do you think I found out about your little affair with Deirdre? Vivian was downtown one afternoon and she saw your old buddy Patrick disappearing into a hotel with an out-of-town buyer, a woman. She saw him go up to her room. She waited in a coffee shop across the street and she saw that they didn't come down again for three hours." "Vivian saw that? Did she ever tell him? That must have been some scene, his wife accusing him of something like that! I mean, I haven't seen Pat for months, ever since I've been house bound with my boobs and taking care of Emily. But I know he'd have flattened her if she'd said something like that to his face! Spying on him? He'd be outraged! Told her they were only going over sales prospectuses or something! Maybe they were. When was this?" "A little over a year ago. Just before I confronted you about Deirdre. You pretended to feel outraged too, I remember, but I've got to say to your credit, at heart you're a decent man, and when you confessed to that affair you had with her you really came apart. Remorse? Contrition? I remember, tears, begging me not to leave you." "Yes. The worst day of my life." "Well, I didn't leave you. And neither did Vivian leave Patrick. We talked a lot about what to do with our unfaithful husbands. She'd already decided and done it with hers, of course." "Done what?" "Well, Vivian did tell him what she saw. And what a detective she hired saw a few more times afterward. She showed him photos the detective took from a fire escape. Do you want to know how she told him?" "Maybe not." "One evening she took him to a gynecological clinic your Dr. Phoebe knows about, staffed by some fairly stern women doctors. I forget the pretext. They got him up on an examining table and locked his feet into the stirrups and buckled his hands out of harm's way, and then one of these Amazons stood between his legs and held up a scalpel where he could see it. Then Vivian told him what she knew. He went through all the stages they say people go through when they're told they have a terminal illness. Denial, negotiation, depression, the whole nine yards, but finally acceptance, in his case full confession. During the 'denial' phase he tried to convince her they were looking at invoices in her room, or something. Just as you said." "Couldn't it have been true?" "Naked? She had photographs, remember. Then Vivian told me all about his "negotiation" phase. What he negotiated with was information about his buddies -- he spilled his guts about every one of you. He even told her how you all jeered at Ted because he never wanted to do afternoon quickies with his secretary when she was trying for him. You'd ask him why, and he'd answer simply, "I love my wife." And you'd mock him for being so simple-minded! So there was a good example you had right in front of you the whole time, sweetie. But you didn't follow it. Too bad. Though maybe it's for the best." "Anyhow, your friend Patrick couldn't babble fast enough. Then when he ran out of information, and he finally confessed his own little escapades, Vivian told him she intended to neuter him anyway, and she left, and then the medical staff did it." "He never mentioned anything to us about this! Around that time he seemed to be avoiding us. He could have warned us!" "Are you kidding? A man's man, one of your own tribe, confess that he's squealed on you? You'd tell him he lacked balls, and under the circumstances how could he deny it? No, Vivian told me that he stopped seeing all his old friends. But also that inside of six months he became quite docile, even accommodating. He tries to be as helpful to her as he can, nowadays." "What does that mean?" "It means that when we can pretty you up enough not to be a disgrace to our sex, he's willing to be your first real boyfriend. He'll come over to the house, and the two of you can get to know each other in a new way, and be... intimate together when you feel ready. Of course his thing doesn't work any more. It still has feeling, though, so I'm sure you'll both find ways to make each other happy. You both have hands and mouths, whatever else, and you'll soon find out what every woman knows about dildoes. A boy and a girl left alone together will always find ways. Between your new women instructors teaching you how to enjoy your new sex, and Patrick providing new ways for you to practice heterosexuality, you'll come along very nicely indeed I should think. Just as Phebes said." "Your Dr. Phoebe knows about this?" "We all three know, sweetheart! It's been such fun, talking about it! Almost from the beginning! But it's all for your own good, and of course Emily's! It's also good for Emily that your first man will be someone like Patrick. He's very gentle and considerate I hear, so he won't upset you. We'll save the more extreme delights of womanhood for later, with other partners. But right now I want everyone to be gentle with my sweetheart, my Emily's mommy, until her femininity becomes second nature to her and her manhood disappears altogether!" "You have this all figured out, don't you, Heather." "Yes, I think so." "Except for one thing. With Patrick unable to function as a man, and me made into a woman, what kinds of sex lives can you and Vivian possibly have?" "The same as always. I don't understand." "I mean, if you're such moralists about marriage vows and fidelity and everything, with what you've done to us, what's left for you? "Oh, sweetheart, surely you're not that naive! To begin with, Patrick's already been told to help you learn what he knows. How to give women massages, and how to use your tongue and your fingers on them when that's all you've got. And the women we've hired will teach you ways and places to kiss a woman that can drive her wild, and then you can teach Patrick. You're both going to get a lot of practice on each other. Sucking simultaneously on each other's limp dicks is only the way you'll say 'Hello!' each morning. Then when you've both learned to do marvelous things with lips and tongues and noses and hands, Vivian and I expect to reap the benefits." "The Pat I knew would never cooperate!" "Well, Vivian already has him "serving" her between her legs! That's what she says to him, 'Serve me!' and he drops to his knees and starts with her toes. It gives her great pleasure to see her macho stud -- he still has a marvelous body, you know -- grovelling down there hoping this time he'll be allowed to lift his head and be allowed to suck on that juicy place higher up. When you're more of a girl, I'm looking forward to seeing your own pretty red lips nibbling on me between my legs while your beautifully shadowed eyes look up wistfully into mine, hoping I feel pleased. Oooh, I'm wet just thinking about it. Here, feel. Mmmmm, that's it. Just rub there gently, lover!" "You'd both be satisfied with oral sex?" "Well, you and Patrick will have to be, pretty much, won't you? Satisfying each other and your wives orally should pretty much use up your need for any other kind. For a while. Unless you take right away to the feel of a dildo pushing into your plump tush." "No, I mean, your need for... other kinds of sex?" "Lovely, sweetheart, oh, yes, now put your finger into me. Two of them. God, I'm wet! You feel how slick I am, deep in there? Way in I bet it's still really juicy! Deeper! Yes! Oh, I'm leaking! Now just move your hand really slowly, gently, baby doll!" "Other kinds of sex? You mean, since you're both disabled, what will we do we do when we want to feel real men shove hard, hot, thick cocks into us? What will we do for old fashioned swivel and pivot sex? Will we use dildoes too maybe? Well, you're taking all these revelations pretty well, sweetie, so I think you're entitled to a few more. Ever since you and Patrick proved undependable, you should know that we've also been undependable. Where do you think we've been going on our evenings out together? Why do you think we get home so late? I mean, look, here it is nearly three in the morning. We have our boy friends!" "No, don't stop now, keep those fingers working! Yessss! Of course we have our boy friends! Lots of different ones, so every time with one of them can be a new adventure, and we're in no danger of becoming emotionally involved with any one of them. The way I am with you. I felt terribly hurt when I heard about you and Deirdre. You have no idea! And I'm still emotionally involved with you, sweetie -- not exactly the same way as before, but I just can't help it, I still love you. And we both share our love for our beautiful daughter, don't we? Oh, God, yes, now use all four fingers! Yessss! I didn't douche tonight, that's why I'm so slippery! The guy I was with earlier cums like a firehose sometimes! I don't suppose you feel like going down on me now, knowing that? No, it's probably too soon!" "More with those fingers! Oh, sweetheart, despite everything, I do love you! That's why after I decided to find pleasures and consolations elsewhere, I started sleeping with you again too! You were so grateful! You thought I'd forgiven you! But really, it was because I was grateful. Thanks to you, I'd discovered that I really enjoy all kinds of sex, doing different things with different men, and different things to them too. Sex without complications. That's why I've always been available to you, darling, any time you wanted me. You know that. Haven't I been? Every time?" "Now, now, now babybabybaby, oh, OHHHH, YES, ohhhhhh. Ah, yes. Yes. Oooooh, that was so good, lover! Now will you lick your fingers for me? Just once? Can you smell what it is? It's so good! Go ahead! I want you to! Please, don't make me mad! That's it! Delicious, isn't it! It's a beginning! You do love me, don't you!" "Well, I admit I did feel a little sorry for you when this plan went into effect, Phebes putting all that girl juice into your bloodstream so you could be Emily's mommy. I knew that you'd be getting fewer erections, and weaker ones, and that you'd be feeling more and more embarrassed about it. That you wouldn't want to mention it, especially once your little thing couldn't perform at all any more. But the timing was about right. We couldn't make love anyhow during my last month, your thing was already too short, and we couldn't again until I recovered from giving birth to Emily, and that was nearly the past two months. So you had over three months of forced abstinence as an excuse. But now I'm all healed, and I've started seeing my boy friends again, and I've noticed that you still haven't tried to approach me. Not even once. You're completely impotent now, aren't you. Say it. Aren't you?" "Yes." "That's my baby! That's why I'm quite sure there won't be any more Deirdres in your life. There can't be. You're not a man any more, essentially. You know that too now, don't you?" "Yes." "I really want to hear you say it, honey!" "I'm not a man any more, Heather." "No. You're a woman now, baby, so erections don't matter. Not your own, anyhow. But you have lots of compensations, meanwhile. The way your nipples feel are two of them. Cheer up, honey. I had to do without real sex for a long while too. Some of my men love to slam their things deep into me, and it can get pretty rough in there. I didn't want Emily's doorway pounded open by some bruiser with a huge cock before she was ready to come out on her own. So I took a few months off too, toward the end of my pregnancy. That was when I really appreciated your mouth licking my pussy. You weren't very good at it, but it was always comforting, and when I wanted really hot oral sex I could always call on Vivian or Phebes to do the honors. Women stick together to help each other out in times of need. You'll see." "Now I want you to be a good girl and tell me it's all right. Now that your cock is useless. Your hand is really very nice, but it isn't a man's hand exactly any more, and it certainly isn't a cock. So I want you to tell me it's all right for me to use other men to please me. That you don't mind." "Awww! You have nothing to say? Are those tears on your cheeks? Well, sweetheart, may I point out that there's another girl who needs you too now? Isn't that Emily I hear waking up? Don't you take orders from her now? Sweetie? Shouldn't you go in to her?" "I will. I.... In...." "Swallow and take a few breaths first, darling." "In ... a moment!" "That's it. Now, no more sobbing! Your two girls want you to be happy! Becoming a girl like us is no reason to feel sad!" "Heather, can I ask you something first." "I already know what your question is, honey. Take your time. I'll answer you, and then you'll answer me. We have no more secrets from each other any more. There's no more Deirdre. From now on we're a loving couple on the most intimate of terms who share the love of a beautiful daughter. We couldn't be closer than we are now!" "Is Emily ours? Yours and mine?" "Ours? Oh, yes, baby! You better believe it! But you mean is she yours, don't you? Of course she is. Your devotion and care and love and your sweet mother's milk pour into her every day and that makes her yours. She's no one else's, not even mine, if you think of it that way." "No, I mean...." "You mean biologically, is she your natural daughter? Is that what you want to know? Well, you still did have semen back then, and we had already begun making love again just about then, hadn't we, just about the time when Emily was conceived. I wanted her, but you didn't know that, so you were willing to agree to all kinds of humiliations in order to keep her. I knew that this was how to keep you from straying ever again, and also how to have a baby and yet maintain my career path. And I admit it, how to get even with you. Taking up with all those other guys was fun for me, but it didn't really punish you, because you didn't know anything about it. " "No, I didn't. If I had I...." "But you didn't. And now you'd like to know if you're Emily's real father, meaning, was it your sperm that penetrated my egg and then made that gorgeous darling girl who's crying for her mommy right now. Well, what do you think?" "I don't know." "Well, I have to confess it, I don't know either, honey. Why does it matter? There's a chance it's you. I kept count. Eight men left their calling cards in me the week Emily was conceived, and you were one of them. I really wanted to get pregnant so I could start the ball rolling with you. I took on two, sometimes three men each day, sometimes a few times each, and their sperm was all sloppy and sloshing and stirred and sticky inside me the whole week. I remember I seduced you four times that same week, a record! So any one of you could be her natural father. You don't remember? I was soaked all time, oozing that goopy glop men make!" "I thought you were hot for me, and that was why you were soaked!" "Oh, I was! All of those little liaisons all that week are blissful memories for me. Little by little I'll tell you about each one, so they can be memories for you too. So you can share the experience with me, and begin to imagine that you're also Emily's mommy in that sense. I'm sure it'll give you a deeper feeling for what it is to be a woman, knowing how Emily got started. Do you see now why you'd best forget about biology and being a daddy, and settle for what you've got? Why I wanted lots of men to be Emily's daddy, but for you to be the one mommy for all of them?" "Yes. I see now." "I imagine now you do. Now you do, angel, you certainly do! "Do they know what ...kind of woman is taking care of their baby, if she is their baby and not mine?" "You mean, do they gloat? You men, always worried about what other men think! Some gloat, yes. They all know that you're my husband, and that I made you into a woman in order to take care of their daughter. They think that makes you wimp of the year, dupe of the decade, and Cuckold of the century. But honeybuns, why should you care? You aren't really a man any more, you just confessed that yourself. Would a woman care what some men think of sweet Emily's devoted mommy? Why should Emily's mommy care?" "Feeling sorry for yourself? Just keep in mind that you can't really complain. You started it, you know, you and Deirdre. And the upshot is, now you have the joy of being a beautiful baby's mommy with none of the grief of carrying her, none of the morning sickness and distended bellies and endless backaches. Just tell me when you want the rest of your life to begin, maybe even tomorrow, and I'll arrange for some lovely ladies come to play with you who'll teach you all about how to be a lovely lady yourself. And soon after, there'll be a handsome man for you to practice on." "And that's not all. We need for you to be the happiest mommy imaginable, for Emily's sake. When you and Patrick tire of playing with each other, I'll want you to learn how to appreciate some of the more heavy duty men I know. Like Roy, the hunk I was with tonight. Practice very diligently with Patrick, sweetheart, because you'll find you'll need everything you've got, every wile and skill and opening, when you're trying to satisfy a man like Roy. But you'll find it's worth it. Because men like Roy can be enormously satisfying to any girl. You've already had a taste just how satisfying." "That was Roy? I see." "Not yet you don't. But you will. Do you understand now why I intend to keep seeing these lovers?" "Yes." "And you don't mind, now?" "Would it matter, Heather?" "No." "Then why should I mind? You'll do whatever you feel like doing anyhow. For yourself, to me, for me, it makes no difference!" "That's right, sweetheart. I certainly will. But you'll see how much fun we can have together. Meanwhile you do have a daughter, and she's calling you. She needs you. Go to her. Bring her back here when you've changed her. Please?" * * * "Oh, you darlings. Now I just want to sit here in bed with the two of you and watch her nurse on you. Honey, it's so wonderful, seeing the way you fold your arms around that adorable little thing, and press her against you so lovingly, and the way her teeny pink-lipped mouth fastens so sweetly onto your nipples and she nestles into your soft globes and begins to suck. You can't imagine the love I feel for the two of you, watching you hug my precious baby while you nourish her out of yourself, watching you smile down at her. You just can't help it, can you? I know what you're feeling. My heart just swells up when I see that! It's the greatest joy of my life. You do know that, my dearest, don't you?" "I know, Heather. I do know that. She's worth everything, this little creature. God, I love her! But I only wish that you'd... oh, never mind. I would never have agreed to it. And I guess it's all for the best. So why talk about it?" "We won't, any more. It's done. Now I just want my two girls to be happy! Sweetheart, you're going to have everything I want for you. And like it or not, I know you'll love it!"