Chapter 4

Mom giggled and now grasped my erect penis with her hand. She started slowly stroking it back and forth through my cotton sweat pants. “This feels good no matter who’s doing it ... doesn’t it.” I was breathing too hard to say anything. “A boy after his father,” She said. “How long have you been doing it?’

“High school,” I gasped. My mother was masturbating me and talking about bisexuality. “Who was it?” she asked. “More than one? A classmate? Someone from around here?”

I swallowed hard and tried to shift my bottom. I was afraid that my mother would make me cum in my cotton sweats and I didn’t have anything else to wear for sleeping.

“Wait ... don’t tell me. Let me guess,” she said. “It was Daryl Long ... wasn’t it?”

“Oh God, Mom ... y-y-yess. How did you know?”

“I saw how he looked at you Max, honey. If a 15 year old boy can be in love then he was in love with you. I think you could have taken him to the prom and he would have worn a pretty gown for you. Am I right?”

I nodded. “With a wig and makeup and heels. He liked to dress ... he still does.” (Why do mothers know so much more that you ever think they do?)

“Have you ever told Lisa? She deserves to know something like that Max. Gay sex can be risky if you don’t take certain precautions.”

“She knows Mom. We don’t keep things from each other. She’s bisexual too, but she isn’t as active as I am most of the time. I’ll probably call Daryl and see if he’s free before I leave town.”

Mom sighed and stopped stroking me. I was starting to get the feeling that she didn’t realize what she was doing to me ... or at least wasn’t thinking about who she was doing it to.

“I’m happy for you Max, honey. You and Lisa have an open and trusting marriage. I wish mine had been that way.”