Once a month, Mommy Rachel would invite her “sissy boys” over for a special gathering. These “sissy boys” were actually her adult sons, who she had trained to embrace their feminine side.

On this particular evening, Mommy Rachel’s sons arrived at her doorstep, each wearing a frilly pink sissy dress and a pair of lacy panties. They knew that tonight was going to be a special night, where they would get to worship their mother and fulfill her every desire.

Mommy Rachel greeted each of her sons with a kiss on the cheek, before leading them into the living room. There, she had set up a makeshift altar, complete with candles, incense, and a velvet cushion for her to sit on.

“Kneel before me, my sissy boys,” Mommy Rachel commanded, her voice dripping with authority. Her sons obediently dropped to their knees, their eyes fixed on their mother with a mixture of adoration and fear.

Mommy Rachel proceeded to lead them in a ritual of worship, reciting incantations and prayers to the goddess of femininity. She anointed each of her sons with fragrant oils, before ordering them to remove their dresses and panties.

“Now, my sissy boys, it’s time to please me,” Mommy Rachel said, her voice low and sultry. She leaned back on the cushion, spreading her legs wide. Her sons knew what was expected of them, and they set to work, eager to please their mother and prove their devotion to her.

As the night wore on, the room filled with the sounds of Mommy Rachel’s moans and sighs of pleasure. Her sons worked tirelessly, worshipping their mother’s body with every tool and technique they had learned.

When the night was over, Mommy Rachel’s sons left her house exhausted but fulfilled. They knew that they had pleased their mother, and that they were one step closer to fully embracing their own femininity. And Mommy Rachel, for her part, was already looking forward to their next gathering.