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Wearing only boxer shorts, but warm beneath my blankets, I was content to sleep the miserable day away. “Come on,” she said, “two more days and you’re done.” “School was cancelled,” I said, my voice muffled by several layers of covers. The bed springs lowered slightly as she sat on the mattress next to me. “The news said there was a 99.999% chance of snow, so they just cancelled it,” I said, obviously lying. Growing boys need their sleep.” “Growing boys need to quit stalling and get out of bed,” said my mom, “because you know what’ll happen if you don’t . I stretched, pulled back to the covers, and rolled out of bed to begin my day. Her hand slid up my thigh and came to rest right on my cock.
Fifteen minutes later, showered and dressed, I joined my mom in the kitchen. “We should wait until we’re sure we have privacy,” I suggested. There was only a thin layer of cotton separating us.
“I’m going over to Ann’s after school,” I told her. She was a sophomore, like me, and we’d be dating for a few weeks. I made a face at her, expressing my disapproval of the bland cereal and my mom laughed. I thought of her body pressing against me that mourning as she’d tickled me.
We talked idly as we ate until it was time to leave. She pulled the car up to the curb, working her way through the crowd of high school students converging on the school like ants.
She was dressed for work as well, in a handsome red suit, white blouse, and black stockings. She began to rub, trying to get a reaction out of me.
I guess now would be a good time to tell you about her. I began to sweat, but my dick wouldn’t harden one bit. Her eyes suddenly became angry, as if she’d taken my inability to get it up as a personal insult.
“You are my mother,” I said, “and I love you.” “I love you too, honey,” she said, and held me once again. Once the jeans were open, the blonde pulled out his friend’s seven-inch, hard, uncircumcised cock and began to suck eagerly. I was so caught up in the video that I didn’t notice the tent I’d pitched in my boxers. She looked over at me, smiled, then looked down at my crotch.
I went into counseling, took hormones, had some minor cosmetic surgery. I knew there was something special about him so I told him my secret. I knew this part of the story although Mom had always just said they’d met in college. I wanted so badly to carry you and feel you growing inside me. He always thought of you as his son and me as your mother. “Or maybe a blowjob.” The brunette, apparently caught unaware by this proposal, backed away but found only a wall behind him. “Those guys are cute.” “Why don’t you get under the covers? Looking over at her, I suddenly noticed that I wasn’t the only one who had pitched a tent.
Natalie was not my real aunt, I knew, just my mother’s oldest friend. “We considered adoption, but we wanted our baby to be part of us, so we asked Natalie to be the surrogate mother and she agreed. I think I might be gay.” My mom thought about it for a moment, then responded. “I had been attracted to other boys as long as I could remember but, when I was about your age, I started looking at other girls differently.” “Really? Just because you feel sexually attracted to one man or you have sex with one, it doesn’t mean you’re gay. Just then, another teenage boy who had blonde hair and was wearing overalls, stepped into the frame.
“The important thing to remember is that sexuality is a very broad thing. I found myself admiring his flat stomach and muscular arms and wondering wha the would look like naked.
Watching her cook my scrambled eggs (dry with pepper, just the way I like them) I had to admire her. The teachers were powerless to do anything about it. She was dressed only in a white, nearly transparent babydoll which clearly revealed the dark circles of her nipples. She turned in a circle, letting me see her ass with only a tiny strip of cloth wedged in her crack. It was odd, however, that instead of feeling overwhelmed with desire as I would have expected to be, I felt a tight ball of anxiety form in my stomach. When she sat down on the bed and began to stroke my thigh, I was paralyzed.
She was tall for a woman, almost six feet, with very large breasts, and firm, muscular thighs and calves. Her body was sexy enough to match the beauty of her face: pink lips, blue eyes, perfect smile, sandy blonde hair. ” I looked around for a moment, trying to remember what it was. I grinned, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and stepped out of the car. I spent most of my time in class thinking about Ann and wondering what she had in store for us that afternoon. Ann and I went to her house on the bus and she immediately led me into her bedroom.
As I took all these things in, I felt a little guilty to be analyzing my mom in that way. I shut the door and waved goodbye as she drove away. I knew for a fact that her parents were away and we’d have the place to ourselves until her brother got home from work at PM. I pushed that thought from my mind and tried to focus on Ann. Her brown hair and eyes always made my cock stir as she’d toss her head and her eyes would shine with mischief. She asked me to strip down to my boxer shorts, which I did, and sit down on the bed.