Feminized By My Mother

"Who the fuck is my real mother then? Who the hell are you to me?"

"I'm your biological father Dan. The story I told you was true, just reverse. Your mother left us shortly after you were born. I have never seen her since."

I looked at her, angry and dumbfounded. I didn't know what to say, except that I hated her. "You're a freak." I told her.

"Baby, please don't say things like that." She sobbed.

"Oh go use your tears to jerk somebody off with." I looked at my stew and ate in angry silence while my mom cried.

She should have just left me alone the dumb bitch, but she insisted. An hour after I ate she approached me as I sat on the couch watching TV.

"Daniel." She started, but I stood up to walk off.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to her, hugging me. As I stood there with her crying on my shoulder I imagined her cock pressing against my leg.

"Get off me!" I yelled and shoved her roughly back. I moved to slap her again and she grabbed my wrist, then she SQUEEZED. "Ah fuck!" I yelped.

I looked in her eyes and saw the sadness leaking out of them. In its place a rage was building up, her features twisting into a snarl. "Don't you dare hit me again you ungrateful bastard!" Then she slapped me, HARD. I fell to the couch on my back and shielded my face with my hands.

"After everything I have done for you! You have no right to treat me like this! All my life I've had to take shit from assholes calling me a faggot and now my own son! You're gonna learn some respect!"

Then she started manhandling me like a doll, I twisted around and tried to shove her away and she slapped me again. I tried to bolt but she just pulled me back and threw me on the couch. I was a small man but being overpowered by my own mother, who from all appearances was a slim woman, was humiliating. I gave in for a moment, just letting her do whatever she was doing, and before I knew it was pulling off my boxers. That's when I realized her intent.