The phone rang early one midsummer Saturday morning. "It's for you. Some girl." It seemed there was more on dad's mind than only that as he handed me the phone.
"Hi, Dawn." It was Susan.
"Um, hi. It's great to hear from you. I've missed you so much. How are things?" This was a real surprise and I really didn't know what more to say.
"Well, I'm alright. Thinking of you. Anything new and interesting?"
"Just more of the same, I guess. It's summer, so I have more time at the park." She knew what I was getting at, and we both giggled.
"That's good. Just...more of the same? No new stories or confessions?"
"Um, nope. Sorry." She was trying to tease me, but I was too way shy to talk about my new adventures as a piss whore with dad in the room. I clammed up somehow. We had a pleasant enough vanilla conversation about this and that until she excused herself and promised to call back later.
But then it finally hit me just how much I was still missing her after we hung up. Never mind the full-time crossdressing and all that extra cocksucking. Deep down inside I wasn't over her at all.
It was like that for the rest of the morning. I didn't even feel like getting dressed up to go out. The sad fact was that we were thousands of miles apart now and I would never see her again. I tried thinking about all of our parties and afternoons together, and how she'd sissified me basically just for sport after she'd been prostituted. I remembered all the little details of how she looked and sounded teasing and humiliating me. None of it helped. It only made things worse, in fact. I knew I'd probably just go on being miserable now for a very long, long time.
"Why so down, hun?" mom asked as I moped around over lunch. "I know something must really be wrong if you don't even have the energy to go out and play with your friends down at the park. Let's talk about it. A little extra lipstick and hairspray might help."
Mom did her best to cheer me up. She styled my hair and did my makeup at the vanity in the master bathroom. I should have felt pampered and attractive after that, but I was still depressed. She brought out my favorite white satin and lace lingerie set, naturally one of Susan's. I slipped into it and she helped me tighten up the laces on back of the bustier. I felt a little better once I saw myself in the mirror and finally managed at least a weak smile for her.
"I think we need to talk about it, dear."
"It's fine, mom. Really."
"You can't stay stuck on Susan this way forever."
"Susan!?" I thought I'd been so careful to never reveal her name in front of my parents.
"Yes, Susan, your best friend you spent so much time with before she moved way. Don't play dumb."
"How did you know it was her?"
"Um, maybe it's because you've been wearing her lingerie and clothing right in front of us all summer?"
"But how did you actually know her name and who she is, I mean?"
"Because your dad and I knew her as customers."
"Mom..." I couldn't believe it, but it made perfect sense somehow and there was no reason in the world she would make this up. And it jived perfectly with Susan telling me about her threesomes with a husband-and-wife couple who had a teenage kid.
"I'm sorry if it's a surprise, dearest, but it's time you knew. Your father said she called this morning, and he would have told you soon enough even if I didn't. You needed to hear it from me before he started casually comparing your abilities as cocksuckers. We've given you some time to get over her and move on, but it's not working. You're down at the park nearly every day and most nights now. It seems you're spending half your life sucking cocks. And that's just fine, but you're not having nearly as much fun as you could be. You should be enjoying it more. It makes me worried as your mother."
I heard mom talking but was still too shocked to understand what she meant. "Her customers? Both of you? Why?? How??" The one special, personal connection in my entire life had just exploded. Susan never shared the identities of her johns, and I really enjoyed hearing all of her stories without knowing any actual names or faces. But thinking about my own parents eating and fucking her precious pussy Like They Owned Her was way, way too much.
"Just try to relax, Dawn, please. You know how enthusiastic dad is about mentoring kids and teens so they get off to a good start. The fact is I still enjoy young girls too, and it's not only dressing them up and applying makeup. It's usually their first time with a woman and I feel so privileged helping them learn about eating pussy. It's always such a wonderful experience for all three of us."
"Your dad and I were hot for Susan as soon as we heard her dad was in trouble and she needed to work. We started hooking up at her place occasionally and just told you we were going out to dinner. But that never gave us enough time, although her dad is a sissy cuck and it was fun seeing how excited he got having your dad fuck his teen daughter right in front of him. Susan egged him on, and before long he was crossdressing, fluffing your dad, and eating his cum out of her pussy. I think it was her way of getting back at him for having to pay off his debts. He never seemed to mind it very much, though."
Susan was so good with her dad that your father and I decided we should see what she could do for you. She was really excited to try sissifying a young twink instead of a thirtysomething man. And then she had the great idea of getting you invited to John's parties, so she could just come over here and play with us once she had you warmed up and fully occupied sucking cocks for the rest of the night!"
"That's the whole reason I went to those parties? You guys actually planned it?" I knew it had been a setup already, but there were honestly some limits to what I could take.
"I swear that part was her idea. I swear! We didn't even know exactly what she'd arranged until you came home that first evening holding a dildo and covered in cum. That girl has a great future as a domme if she wants it. She's simply wicked! We still can't hardly believe how she had her dad wearing lingerie and gagged under her bed while you were eating her pussy!"
Was there just no end to this? I remembered the curtain moving in the window that night I finally walked Susan home, but it had never really occurred to me that I should check under her bed. I stared back silently at mom in the vanity mirror. She could tell that this was getting to me, that I was finally starting to feel hurt and get angry at learning I'd been completely manipulated. She reached out and stroked my neck and shoulders to calm me down. But she also kept right on talking.
"It's OK, Dawn--really, it's OK. We were all just doing what was best for you. Don't you see it was win-win-win for all of us? Your dad and I got to spend time with a talented teen girl, Susan had a couple of reliable and considerate customers, and you got to dress up, go out, drink, and suck cock all evening! I guess we could have told you earlier, but we weren't at all certain you were ready to know."
"The timing could still be tight. Your dad would fuck Susan while she ate my pussy. Even then, it was a good thing you liked sucking cock and taking facials so much that you usually didn't get home until after midnight. There were a couple of close shaves when I had to talk with you in the living room while Susan got dressed and left out our back door. That happened the second time, if I remember correctly. Your dad was still horny, so he washed himself off and had you suck his cock until he got to cum again in your mouth."
Now I was starting to get excited in spite of being so angry. Just how many times had I been used as a pussy mouth and cum dump at parties so Susan and my parents could fuck and suck? My clit poked up through my crotchless panties and gave me away. Then I suddenly felt ashamed at myself, too, something that hadn't happened in a very long time. It was all just too much and I started crying.
"I think I need to be alone, mom..."
"I think maybe you need a good hug, dear." Mom led me out of the bathroom into her bedroom and we lay down together on the bed. We embraced and she didn't seem to mind my hard clit. After a while I stopped crying. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and offered me her tits.
I hadn't seen mom's boobs in ages, let alone right in front of my face like that. They weren't as firm or perfectly smooth as Susan's, but they were much bigger and her nipples were already hard. It felt so natural to just open my mouth and start nursing. "That's right, Dawn. It's OK, I'm your mom." My clit ached as I pressed it up against her. "You're feeling better now, aren't you?"
Her hand reached over to fondle my clit, and then she was stroking her own. She put my hand on her pussy and I could tell she was getting aroused. I put one finger inside her, then two, and before long she was really wet. "I'm feeling better now, too. It would feel even better if you ate me."
I moved away from her breasts and down the bed between her thighs. She was shaved just like Susan. I started gently licking her clit, but she needed more and pulled my mouth up against her cunt. I licked and sucked harder just like Susan had trained me. It felt very, very good rubbing my clit up against the mattress at the same time. Mom moaned and squirted a little as she came, which was new for me.
"That's so good, Dawn. Don't stop." I didn't want it to stop, either. I closed my eyes and got lost in eating mom's pussy. It was the perfect escape from all the complicated thoughts swirling around in my head. It really wasn't even mom's pussy after a minute. It was just Pussy, a blend of mom, Susan, and every other woman I might ever eat someday. All I wanted and needed to do was worship and pleasure it, with the same level of care and attention I already devoted to sucking cocks.
I would have happily continued after mom came again, but she was satisfied. "I haven't felt like that all month, Dawn." She was breathing hard. "You're not the only one missing Susan. We can help each other get over her together in our own ways. I could wear her clothes for you, too, if that might help."
"Having my very own pair of Susans to choose from would be pretty nice." It was dad. I had no idea, but he'd been watching us all along. I'd been concentrating too hard on pleasing mom to notice, even though was standing right next to us at the edge of the bed. He was stroking his hard cock and it was obviously in need of some proper servicing. I reached over and substituted my fingers for his.
"Don't get carried away quite yet, you two. It's time for that family meeting we keep on postponing."
Yet another family meeting? What on earth for?? Dad was equally exasperated and objected.
"Do we really need to do this right now, Carol?"
"You know it's a big issue we've put off for way too long."
"So's my cock!"
"It won't take too long to take care of it. The meeting, I mean. And you know there's something in it for you, too." Dad seemed to accept that. I kept on teasing him gently so he wouldn't worry I'd forgotten about him entirely and could stay focused on the meeting.
"What do we need to talk about, mom?
"It's about you. Your father and I think it's time you get some work experience now that summer is here and you're done with school."
"Work?" The thought didn't exactly thrill me. "What could I possibly do?"
"Just exactly what you've been doing for some time, Dawn. Except you'd be getting paid for it."
"You want me to start prostituting??"
"Yes."
"Like Susan used to?"
"You'll actually be taking her place. Her family wanted to move away this summer, so they suggested that your dad and I pay off their remaining debt to the mob so you could start working with her customers. We thought it was a great investment—it gives us permission to have you work her contact list directly for us instead of them, so we start getting paid directly as your pimps. And Susan was just so happy and grateful for the favor. That's why she told you about being a whore and has been encouraging you to try it ever since. And given you all that extra clothing."
"You're smart and you'll want to go back to school eventually, but you're only young once. At seventeen you're not exactly a spring chicken anymore, and someone younger is bound to come along and take your place pretty quickly if you don't get started soon. But in two or three years you'll have paid your dad and me back for the price of the contract, and have more than enough saved up for college. Didn't I say we'd make it up to you?"
I know it might surprise all you readers to have mom propose such a scheme, but remember that college wasn't so expensive back then. It all made sense, just like it always did when mom or Susan explained something new to me that should have been obvious already. But it still took a little time to get used to the idea.
"Um, OK. But you've always warned me against taking money for cocksucking."
"I just didn't want you taking money too soon, since it's such a big step in your development. And keeping your grades up while whoring would have been difficult—believe me, I know. But your progress since Susan left you has been remarkable. You're dressing up full time, and you must be sucking off at least a hundred guys a week down at the park now that you're there nearly full time. You're almost treating it like a job already. And you're actually getting paid for drinking piss. I know you were too embarrassed to tell us, but John's shown us the pictures. It's really nothing for a sissy like you to be ashamed of."
"Um, so you know about that, too?"
"We know a lot. Those aren't the only pictures he shared."
"Well, when do I get started?" There wasn't really much I could do to resist after being busted like that, not that I really wanted to.
"As soon as you feel ready. You can just change your name to Susan for your current customers, and we can dye your hair blond and style it in bangs like hers later today. And we should place some personal ads with your photos in the right magazines, but that could take a little time and you really don't need to wait that long."
"Can we leave those details for later, Carol?" Dad's cock told me just how much he agreed with the plan, but he was also getting impatient. I moved over and finally went to work on him with my mouth.
"Sure, but aren't you forgetting something, Robert?"
"Oh, yeah!" Dad could hardly contain himself. "Dawn—Susan, I mean—we already know what a great cocksucker you are. But you need to get some practice at fucking."
So this was the moment! I kept sucking dad until his cock was rock hard, and then got down between mom's thighs and raised up on my knees to finally surrender my boipussy. It was exactly the right way to tell my parents I was ready, just like mom had requested at our family meeting way back after that first party. We had a great time together, just as Susan predicted we would.
I lived and worked as Susan for the next several years after that. It was just as close as I could possibly get (or want) to being a "real" girl, something like the happy ending of a Pinocchio story for a teen sissy. I truly wish that had been the end of, and that my parents and customers rode me off into the sunset afterwards as a well-trained, submissive boytoy as the credits rolled on up the screen. But there were serious detours ahead I still need to describe. I don't want to reveal too much, but things are finally starting to work out again after years in denial. I've even, um, connected with some of my old high school friends again recently, and they're all doing fine. And watching Tina find herself now at that special age is just so rewarding for both Alice and me as her parents.
I need to take an extended break before describing all of that. Besides, I'm told I need to look my best for some sort of special occasion this evening. I'm going over to Rosie's shop for a makeover.
[The End. I hope to write the conclusion to the trilogy later in 2023. Send comments to laceyfemme@yahoo.com, and please consider making a donation to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org/ .]