How my Mom tried really hard to make sure I wouldn’t be gay like my Dad.
Chris did have a nice cock, as I stood beside him, stroking my 11 year old cock ,looking at the TV, the VCR winding a hot tape of Traci Lord ‘s sucking a huge black cock, a tape he “borrowed” from his Dad. Chris’s cock had a bigger head than mine, his was like a mushroom. mine, more like a missile. As we watched and stroked our cocks ,he suggested it would feel better if we stroked each other. I reached out taking his cock in my hand, I’ll admit , It did feel better, him stroking me, his was bigger but after all he was 12. His cock got harder than mine did, He was really enjoying it as I stroked him. That’s when my bedroom door opened.
My mother stood there gasping. She dropped the laundry basket in her hand. Her hands went to her face, like she didn’t wanna look. No, NO. GOD NO she yelled. Get OUT, get the fuck out of this house. .You.. you fagot, Chris grabbing his jean’s from around his ankles, Mom swatting at him, pushing him toward the bedroom door, Get the fuck out she yelled, Chris running down the steps almost tripping as he was struggling with his jeans. Mom in pursuit. Stay away from my baby boy she yelled. .I wont let your kind take him too. What a shit show, I thought. She ran back up the steps, grabbing me, pulling me into her 40d tit’s that my dad bought her. Are you Ok she kept repeating, did he he hurt you? dropping to her knees , Taking my now, very deflated cocklet in her hands, looking it over, pawing at it, like it was a chuck roast at the store. Fucking faggots she whispered.. I wont let them have you. Like Chris was a some kind of recruiter for Homosexuals. Poor baby, she muttered as she held my cock looking at it , well it seems ok she said.
I never want to see that, that boy in our house again she said sternly. I figure that wont be a problem, he’ll probably never wanna come back, I thought. We just moved to the Kingwood area of Houston, Mom and Dad recently divorced, she never talks about it, but I know it bothers her a lot. She never told me why they divorced, but Dad did, Dad came out of the closet , as he put it, Dad’s gay. My mom went bat shit crazy, blamed it on the guys he worked with , the guys he golfed with, the trash on TV now days. She just couldn’t accept the fact that he wanted to be with a man, and not with her.
My Mom is 31, bottle blonde, about 5/7 Id say, 110 lb., very fit, goes to the nail salon once a week and keeps herself looking great. She was a cheerleader in high school and both years she went to college, she was runner up in the Miss. Alabama pageant. She’s a Southern bell that came from money and is used to the finer things in life. My Dad worked in the oil industry and made great money, when he and Mom divorced he made sure we wanted for nothing. It being 1980 and being gay not being a “cool” thing then, he just wanted to live in peace with his new partner. Mom took it personally, she couldn’t understand why any man wouldn’t want her in his bed, and off all things, pick a black man over her, Oh, and she didn’t use the word “black” if you know what I mean.
So you see, when she walked in on Chris and I, all her worst fears came to life. Her baby boy’s cock being fondled by another boy, jacking his little cock off like a queer pervert. She had to protect her son, after all he had his Daddies jeans in him, if she didn’t act her baby boy might be spoiled for life.
That’s when things started getting weird around the house. One day when I was swimming in our pool, she came out of the house wearing a very, very skimpy bikini, in neon pink, with high heels on, high heels around a pool of all things. Now don’t me wrong. My mother is hot, all my friends tell me so. One even took one of her thongs out of the hamper to jack off with at home, then told me about it, … yuck. So, you see I didn’t mind seeing her 40d tits strutting around the pool, her tanned ass all but hanging out of the bikini. But it was kind’a weird. The way she had me put lotion on her, pushing her mommy melon’s out for me to ogle, wiggling her ass as I put it lotion on her back.
After about a week of her being braless, in tight tank tops, her camel toe showing out of her spandex booty shorts, she came to my room one night, wearing just a teddy, tits all but hanging out, wine glass in her hand. She whispered baby… baby are you awake? as I ask her in a sleep filled fog, if she was ok?. Mommies fine baby, I just wanted to check on you, she said as she smiled. I could tell she was a lil tipsy. I just wanted to tell you how much mommy loves you, as her hand went under the covers to my little limp cock. I could feel as she started petting my little boy toy thru my Spiderman undies with her long red nails, as it hardened, her smile widened . I just wanted to tell you if you ever need anything, anything at all, Mommies here for you. She went on to say, I know with you being 11 and no Daddy around it must be hard for you, at the word “hard” she gave my lil hard cocklet a gentle squeeze. Mommy has some very special surprises in store for her baby boy. Now, she said, get some sleep, and just that quick, she was gone.
That was on Saturday night, on Monday , at Breakfast she tells me…I going to sign up for that “Helping Hands” program my friend Stacey down at the tennis club told me about. I thought, I could have used more of her helping hands on Saturday night, but I didn’t say it. I did ask her what helping hands was ,as I eyed her tits swaying in her blouse. She went on to tell me how I never listen, that she had told me before it was a program that helped young girls in the foster care system, that it paired young girls with older successful women who can mentor them, help them along the way to becoming successful women themselves. Now even at 11, I knew that using her hot body to land a rich guy in college is not what they mean by “successful” but I didn’t say anything.
The very next Saturday, when I awoke, I heard voices down at the pool. Must be one of Mom’s friends, there always here, usually bitching about there husbands or the young girl at the office he’s banging, my Dad used to call them “Tanning bed Tammies”, my mom would get pissed .But when I went thru the sliding glass door onto the pool deck I could see a young girl. My mom introduced us, her name was Kayle, that she was Mom’s friend from the helping hands program. The girl was about 5/2 maybe, a little thing about 70lb brunette, dark eyes, maybe brown, little budding tits starting to form in her swim suite, she was maybe 10.
As Kayle and I played in the pool, splashing ,dunking each other I Could see Mom watching, big grin on her face. Later that night after taking Kayle back to the foster home, she ask me…so what did you think of Kayle, she’s nice I said. Mom looked at me, smiling, I bet her little ass is so tight, and with a little make-up I could do a lot with her. I was stunned. My mother brought her home to see if I wanted to fuck that little girl. Mom, I gasp, she’s only like 10 ,I blushed. 10 is the new 18 she said giggling, I just wanted you to like her, she said.
Every weekend Mom would have a new young girl in tow. all races all sizes, all ages. All for my girl shopping pleasure. This one Girl, Amy, Mom had several times, she would take Amy to the mall, they would get there nails done, Mom would buy her cloths, I was beginning to think Mom wanted to fuck Amy, she was a lil blonde thing like my mom, all giggly and perky, she was 12. Mom and her would drink wine, don’t tell your foster mom she would say to the girl as she poured her another glass.
All of the sudden my house was the place to be on Saturday’s, even though all the house’s in the neighborhood had pools. Mom in a little bikini, one or two of the little foster girl’s in a little bikini mom bought them, strutting around the pool. My friend’s loved it. This Saturday we would be enjoying ogling Amy and Tia, Tia was 12 and Hispanic . My mom loved watching us boy’s go crazy over the girls , after all these girls all in foster care weren’t used to this lifestyle, the pool, the wine, the boys, the attention. Mom didn’t care when Tia’s bikini top “accidently” got pulled off, Mom didn’t notice that all the boy’s had boy boners in our swim trunks’, or didn’t seem to notice anyway. Mom didn’t seem to notice when we guided drunken Tia into the pool’s changing room, or I didn’t think she did, till she walked in. She looked at Tia, why don’t you boys take Tia to My bedroom, she needs to lay down, seems she had a bit to much sun, now be gentle with her, she said.
After guiding staggering Tia to my mother’s large bed, My Mom said in a motherly voice, poor girl, as she slipped Tia’s bikini bottoms off, myself and the other three boys just stared in awe. .a real pussy, right there in front of us.. just a lil hair on her sweet baby pussy mound, this is something all us boys dreamed about. .and here it was. My mom broke the spell when she said.. I’ll let you boys alone to enjoy yourselves, then, taking me by my hand, we left the room. I was dumbfounded.. Mom, Mom I almost begged, can’t I, can’t I say , Mom looked at me smiling and guided me to my room, there laying in my bed , wearing nothing but a thong, was Amy, wine glass in her hand, looking so fucking hot, Mom’s been busy with her make-up I thought.
Mommy helped me with my swim trunks, I had such a raging hard on, well as raging an 11 year old cock can get. Amy smiled.., see, my Mom said to Amy, such a nice cock. Mommy helped me on the bed, showed me how to kiss Amy, how to slip my tongue in her, feeling her tongue on mine. mommy held my cock as Amy lowered her mouth to it, my mom gently guiding her head up and down as she sucked my virgin boy cock, Good girl my mother cooed, make my baby boy feel real special, she whispered to her. My Mom laid with us all night, instructing, guiding. My cock was so hard in my Mother’s hands, her stroking it, guiding it in Amy’s tight slit. taking me by the ass cheeks and slowly pumping Amy’s pussy, I could smell the baby shampoo in Amy’s hair as I pumped away at het baby cunt, I could feel one of my Mother’s big tits against my face as I fucked the little girl , I turned my head to take my mother’s nipple in my mouth, sucking like I did when I was a baby, hearing her moaning, feeling her long red nails petting my boy balls. Feeling Amy’s tight twat , so wet, so good. I soon came, my body almost in convulsions as I gave her my boy seed. I came three times that night, once in my mommy after Amy passed out from the wine and the sex.
The next day as we Loaded Tia and Amy into the car, Tia looking dazed, she was even walking a little funny, Mom remarked, good thing there just foster kids,
Then looking at Amy she said, Do you like her, Do you want Mommy to adopt her? I hugged my mom and said.. yes. Only years later did I realized she did it to “fuck the fag’” out of me. She was such a good mother
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