So this day the I crossed the line. Even today I don’t want to say I am gay.Later in the days to come he came over to my house since we had 100% pri...vacy. He had wanted to watch me take a shower since I had just gotten off from work (he was off that day) - so I did real quick as he starred me down and I had gotten dressed again. He just liked seeing me piss and take the shower. We cuddled a little and went to the bedroom where we dropped our pants eventually taking them both off. I laid on the. Sometimes while it was happening, I had to pinch myself to remind me that I was awakeKathy and Rosie were two girls who were a slice of my “coming of age” which was probably a lot more than most boys going through puberty ever experienced. My involvement with Kathy and then Rosie could be claimed by many young boys who have gone through the mysteries of erections. Ironically, they both attended St. Bartholomew’s Catholic Church where I was going through some magical kind of sexual. “Oh fuck SIR dump your cum in your little sluts wanton cunt. I am your whore so treat me as you wish” And with those words I shot my third load of the night into my Mom. As we lay on my bed in the after glow of mother/son incest I whispered into her ear that I loved her more than anything else in the entire world. “Thank you SIR” was her reply.” Now I'm not gay, obviously. But I got off my Mom and started to lick her ass. As she moaned and started to lift her ass off the bed I began licking her. “munna, are u allergic to clothes? I rarely see u wearing something” and then she smiled. “Yes I am allergic and I was hoping that u too were allergic”. To that also she gave the bloody laugh. “munna I know u boys very well. Once I show u everything and teach u everything u will go around telling all ur friends what u have discovered and will make a mess of the issue”. Suddenly I felt a spark of hope in those words. “No I promise u that I will never do that. I don’t even discuss these matters.