Ihad to look at the audience that were empty chairs and lick my lips. ThenI had to let my but swing in all directions. It was hard being sexual asthe ...afia men called it. After all, I never had a girlfriend yet. I didn'tknow what it meant to flirt with others, especially men. I was not asissy. I was not gay.We had some time to rest before the show. Thomas was resting in the bedwith me. We whispered back and forth. I told him that Mum cried all thetime, because she loves and misses him. I. I remember the first time I actually put on female clothes. Vic was 27 andhad move to another state for a job and Phyllis was married and living nearher father. I was alone quite a bit at that time as mother was in a bridgeclub and was active in many other social activities. I was thinking aboutMs. Shirley's teasing and snooped in mother's vanity until I found a polishin a similar color. I must have sat there holding that bottle of polish forten minutes. Finally, through fear of discovery and. ” He said to me, “Shreyu! You know the best part, your family trust me blindly, even if I pull you in bathroom with me, they won’t doubt me. I can come to your house and can fuck you in your bedroom, even without closing the gate. And no one will peep inside, or you can come to my house and I can do there. I have a perfect slut for me now, whom I can fuck whenever I like.” From his words I was well aware that he’s going to fuck me in future too. He kept on fucking me for a long time and. "That's enough."I stopped, but moved my hips forward, trying to push my softening cock into Mom's mouth. She blocked me at first, then said, "Ok, since you kept your promise."Mom grabbed me gently by the balls and pulled me forward, her other hand guiding my softening cock into her warm mouth. As soon as her lips closed over me I began to harden. Half a dozen licks and swirls and I was fully hard, ready to go again. "Oh, Jesus," Mom muttered, pushing me away. "What have I started."I pushed.