The Seductive Seed of a Tranny MILF

Jackson felt like kicking himself. Megan must have seen that dripping off his face in the hall. What must she have thought? Did she think he was a degenerate or a pervert of some sort? Was he?
"Uh, I tasted it just to... to see what all the fuss was about online. I wanted to know what people were willing to pay for."
"Did you find it out?" Martha sucked the glistening wad off her thumb and smacked her thick lips.
Jackson blushed in response to her ostentatious display. "No," he said. "I don't think this is my sort of thing."
"Then you're saying I shouldn't leave you any more samples?" she asked.
"Yeah. I guess you're going to need those socks again," he chuckled uncomfortably.
"You're probably right," Martha replied with a wise smirk.
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Jackson woke up the next day officially prepared to put the whole incident behind him. Martha could go back to soiling her socks, she could keep filling containers, she could even ejaculate off the side of a building for all he cared. The only place he knew her next big load wasn't going was down his throat.
Jackson felt pretty good. His mood was upbeat. He had plenty of energy. He was feeling so nice that when he saw Megan at the bottom of the stairwell he went down to say hello and clear up their minor misunderstanding from yesterday.
He lied and said he must have looked odd because he'd put shaving cream on and hadn't washed it off very well. She accepted his explanation and seemed fine with it. Jackson was beginning to feel at ease and continued their conversation until another guy emerged from one of the apartments and met Megan with a kiss. He was wearing a muscle tee that let everyone see how ripped his arms were. Megan introduced him. Her boyfriend Derrick. Jackson ended the conversation quickly and shut himself up in his apartment again.
That painful reminder convinced Jackson to abandon his decision to avoid Martha and her big loads. It hadn't taken long for him to become desperate enough once again to drink her cum. Jackson made sure he was there the next time Martha did laundry. The older woman seemed to be expecting him down there in that dimly-lit laundry room. She greeted him with the smile that made him uneasy, but after his latest humiliation, he didn't let that dissuade him.