"Maybe!" I said."I'll keep it in mind." Mom said. "But don't go getting your hopes up. I don't know if I'm ready to do more porn."My cock throbbed at ...the thought of fucking my own mother on camera, and it woke up Emma. She leaned up and kissed me, then snuggled back into my chest."I can't believe you're still hard." She said sleepily."Mom was telling me about how she and Dad got together." I said."Oh, that story. She went into some pretty graphic details for me. It was all I could do to stop. Attention, if you are not there, we’ll send the photos we took yesterday to the police and tell them you tried to **** us. Do you understand you filthy pervert?”I replied yes, I’ll be there then I wanked again imagining what they were going to do to me. The next morning, dressed as they had ordered, I walked to the bus station, my cock hard with excitement under my short skirt. I went into the hall, it was empty except for the three girls. They howled with laughter and took photos me from all. Standing beside her was the other man with rippling muscles feeding his erection into Ater’s mouth, her thick red lips sucking and pulling on him as he slid in and out of her. My cock jumped and began to swell at the sight of the erotic threesome.“Quentin!” Madam Ater said excitedly pulling free of the stud beside her. She continued bouncing up and down on the cock beneath her as she spoke. “I was expecting you hours ago. I will be with you in just a few moments…unless you would like to join. There's nothing wrong with you. Everyone questions his orher identity from time to time. Even their gender, sometimes. Especiallyat your age. Just consider it a part of growing up." Does this mean I'm gay?"Mom laughed as if I'd just delivered the punch line of her favorite joke."Oh, sweetie, if you weren't gay this morning, I doubt very seriously thatwearing a dress for a few hours will make you gay." But, isn't it wrong for me to like this? Guys aren't supposed to be'pretty'. And, they're.