The Seductive Seed of a Tranny MILF

"Hey Martha, I've been thinking..." he said, "just because it's not my sort of thing doesn't mean I couldn't help you sell... your stuff. It still feels like a shame to just wash it away in a washing machine when people are willing to pay for it." He glanced over at the dirty socks hanging off her basket of clothes.
"You're asking for a business partnership. You wanna help connect me with buyers?" Martha appeared quite amused at his latest excuse to get his hands on her dick milk.
"I, I could pay you upfront and handle the rest myself. You wouldn't have to do anything. Other than the... the getting the product out. And you'd do that anyway." Jackson's own words made him cringe.
"Is that so?" Martha pretended to be unconvinced by his newest proposal.
"I have some money on me. I could pay you." He started to fumble around in his pockets and pulled out his wallet.
Martha shook her head side to side. She pushed his wallet away. "Keep your money. I think we can work something out for payment," she said in an abstruse tone.
"How, um, how can we?" Jackson blinked anxiously.
Martha hefted his dirty laundry bag up and started going through it. She yanked a bright pair of red briefs out. "We'll do a swap. My loads for your unmentionables."
Jackson wanted to tear his underwear out of her hands. "Those are dirty!" he protested, "They wouldn't even fit you! You're... I mean... you're a lot bigger than me."
"They'll fit quite nicely wrapped around my cock, smart-ass," Martha snapped the small waistband, "Might be a little snug, but that's kind of the point." She grinned.
"That's disgusting!" Jackson griped. He felt repulsed just thinking about it.
"You don't want to see how the sausage milk is made, you just want to drink it. I get it. If you really don't like it you can refuse my next spunk shake. I might even give you back the underwear. They're going to look a lot like my socks do when I'm done with them," Martha informed him with a high degree of satisfaction in her voice. He remained speechless as she walked off, her hips snapping, his little red briefs swinging from around her finger.