The Seductive Seed of a Tranny MILF

She'd emptied the rest of her basket before gathering up those soiled socks dangling off the side and that's when she said, "You're acting kinda strange today. You okay, honey?"
The stained socks distracted Jackson and he didn't answer right away. "I'm, I'm fine."
"Problem with the ladies," she surmised.
"Or lack thereof," Jackson confessed.
"I wouldn't be spunking up my socks if I didn't know the feeling," Martha added with similar candor and an amused chuckle before finally tossing them into the washer. "You didn't want to hear that. Sorry. My filter must be off today."
Jackson wondered if a woman that walked around with cum-coated socks draped off her laundry basket actually had a filter to begin with, but it was the opening he'd been waiting for. All he needed to do now was approach it right. "You know, you could bottle that stuff up and sell it instead of filling your socks with it. People will buy anything."
"Sell my spunk?" She let out a hearty laugh.
"Well, um, there have been some studies recently about its health benefits. They say it helps build muscle. It sounds silly saying this out loud." Jackson began to have second thoughts and tried to play it off as a joke, but he saw a twinkle in Martha's eyes.
"I have heard that before. Ever tried it?"
"No, no, never." He felt defensive all of the sudden, the off-putting smile she gave him raised his level of discomfort and he quickly regretted ever bringing the whole thing up. "I only read articles about it because I was looking for protein supplements to help pack on a little muscle. Then I saw those socks of yours and figured I'd give you a heads up that there's probably a market for that sort of thing."
"That makes sense," Martha said. "I bet it would be good for bulking up. I happen to like my guys small and sweet, but I know big muscles get the girls these days."
Martha's admission turned Jackson's face a deep shade of red. "It's no big deal. I probably should have left it unsaid."
"No," she said. "I think you brought me a good opportunity." There was that off-putting smile of hers again. Jackson didn't like the way she was looking at him. He hurriedly added detergent and set the machine going before scurrying up the stairs and back to his apartment.