Then I opened the door.Tom was standing there smiling. He was wearing a sport jacket, but notie. He stepped inside, and when I closed the door, he l...eaned over, andgave me a quick kiss on the lips. I wanted to pull back, but Teresa,and most importantly Patrick were watching.?Are you ready to go?? he asked. ?Yes.? So I got my coat. He took itfrom me, and held it as I put it on. I had never had that before. Itfelt odd. I have become used to the clothes and makeup and high heels,but I was. ‘Boy, I’ll tell ya. Woman make you do the most fucked up shit. It’s just too bad she doesn’t have much of a sense of humor. Not like you, though. I can tell you’re an Ace. A good stand-up guy.’ His back protests at him sitting up and his legs are no different as he takes a few wobbly steps off of the sterile bed. He can hear a string of obscenities being hurled at him and for some reason, just can’t be all that bothered to really listen to it. He’s pre-occupied with gazing at the relative. Some one suggested '...we should beat me up for being a fuck boi...' others said '...no fighting only hurts good pussy. Let's make him take care of us all. Y'all game, get him...' Before I could break and run, I was seized and d**g under the out side steps. My pants were pulled from my body along with my tennis and socks, my underwear was ripped as I tried to keep them from being removed. My so called friends begin to paw me all over my body, no matter how hard I tried to knock their hands away. My first thought was to question whether last night was just a dream. But I then opened my eyes and looked around. I was naked in my mother’s bed and my crotch was a mess of our dried cum. Thankfully it was NOT a dream. I finally smelled bacon and knew mom was cooking out normal Saturday breakfast. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, wearing a tiny little robe and the barely covered her panty covered ass. “Good morning mom.”“Good morning bab…ROBBY! .