Bob had been watching and listening. He stared at his mother’s cunt, seeing her soft pussy hair beaded with her piss. His cock was half-hard.“I wi...l, Mom,” he said, his voice low and filled with emotions.“Will what, darling?”“Taste your piss.”“Really?” Marla asked, delighted.Bob nodded, still staring at her wet pussy hair.Marla spread her thighs. “Okay, honey,” she murmured.Bob dropped to his knees, and holding his mother’s naked hips, pushed his face close to her cunt. He snapped his tongue. My next question had been eating at me all weekend. What do you mean youll take care of your girlfriend? Youll see soon enough, he said, taking my hand in his. He left me in thought as we sped along the road. I thought to myself, What will happen if someone finds out? For Gods sake, my parents dont even know Im gay. I was beginning to regret having done what I had done with Mack, and apparently, it showed on my face, because I was snapped back into reality when Mack asked, Is everything. But it is my face I am looking at, my face under the slight makeup thatthey had applied. How can I, a boy, look like a girl? It scared me that Icould look... look so feminine. The changes so slight and I look like agirl.Some of it is my own fault I freely admit to that. I had grown my hairout, refusing to get it cut. I had grown it out as long as it was in avain attempt to fit in with a skate boarding group I wanted to be a partof. I had seen myself as a tough guy even though that wasn't the. This was almost more than I could handle. It was always my fantasy to see her take a big black cock, and she must've known it. In fact she did know.I asked her that perhaps we should get more comfortable and maybe have a threesome.She agreed right away. I think deep down that might've hurt my feelings a bit, but I was really into realizing my fantasy.My fiancée pulled her sweatpants and underwear off and told me to eat her pussy. I was more than happy to, and could hear her gagging on his.