He’s been like this all day. Free for the taking.” 5.They all had someplace important to be by midnight. So the last group to fuck me—two in my...ass, two fighting over my mouth, three jerking-off over me, I think— were in such a rush they left me on my back without my gag.By this time… almost eight hours of nearly constant sex… I’d lost the will to correct them.I just lay with my legs sprawled, the strangers’ cum and sweat drying on my body, breathing hard. I slept like an well-fucked angel. Still oblivious to the fact that I could see every- thing mom walked up to the fireplace and with her back to me bent over and placed one of the towels on the floor to step on and then lent forward to dry herself with the other. Fear struck me as I became slightly panicky, realizing that mom had thought I was dad.What do I do?, do I say something or do I just let events play out?, not only that will mom blame me for this or for not saying something? It was no good, fear overcame my urge to say. He was about 30, six foot two, at least 200 pounds and ripped. He was wearing a tanktop. He had a shave head and a goatee. His arms were bigger than my legs, and covered in tattoos. "You know how to suck cock?" He asked me. "And don' lie – I seen the lipstick an' high heels in yo bag."I nodded. He stood there staring at me. "Stan' up," he ordered. "I wan' check you ass out - see what I done paid fo"I got off the bed and stood in front of him naked. "Turn yo ass aroun' " he ordered. I obeyed him. “Well there was an ending to the fireworks and that was Jordan finishing in me,” I finished.“Oh-kay,” she said, puzzled.“I keep seeing Jordan sliding his cock in my mouth and splattering my face,” I hysterically said.“It won't go away, that’s what I am confused about,” I said, almost breaking down.She gave me a hug, a long hug.“There, there it’ll go away once you make your choice,” She patted my back.“Choice?” I almost broke her embrace.“Yes honey, whether you’re vanilla, bi or a gay faggot.