He didn’t know I was gay and so did my dad. I forgot for a moment that I was speaking to my uncle, a friend of my dad’s. I asked him not to tell m...y dad, he said yes. After that he was asking stuff about my gay lifestyle. Not in an offensive way, but with curiosity. He wanted to know if I suck dick, if I take it in the ass, or if I swallow.He popped open the wine and began pouring me and himself a glass. After a few drinks, we decided to sit on his bed. He didn’t stop with the gay questions. Mrs. Snyder was a real doll.She looked just like the teenaged girl that answered the door only old enough to be obviously her mother. I found out that the daughter's name was Leslie and that she was studying hard to get into Princeton University the next term. The mom's name was Gloria and she really did look glorious in a tight-fitting number that accentuated her perfectly curved ass cheeks and started my business to instant activation like a trigger I could not control. Of course, the mother. “What’s the problem?”“How can I ever catch up?” Vangie grumped. “Good grief, daughter, you don’t have to personally populate the whole world!”“Catch up? You’re more than caught up. What’s your problem?” Cathy repeated.“What do you mean?” Vangie persisted. “I count seven of yours and only four of mine. How does that make me more than caught up?”“Mother dear, you’re forgetting something,” Cathy responded tartly. “Don’t I count? I came from your belly, too, you know. And then there’s Ken ... Isn’t. She smiled and asked me if I wanted to order a bottle of wine to celebrate with. I told her to bring a glass for everyone.When Brandi finally returned every eye was on her. She came right to my table, did a little curtsy to her audience, and sat down. She was impressed when every man stood up, held their glasses high, and toasted her upcoming marriage. I even heard a few men mumble ‘you lucky bastard’ under their breath. That I was! When the bill came the wine was marked ‘on the house.’ I gave.