They’re just labels we canchoose to have if we want. Does it really matter who you like?’Rick stared at Chris. ‘But you don't want people to kno... about you, doyou?’‘No, I value my privacy, so I don't want everyone to know what I do inmy private life. But it doesn't stop me.’‘Are you gay?’ Rick’s voice was breaking as he said it. Chris shrugged,‘I don't really know and I don't particularly care. I might be onoccasion, and I might not be on others. If you want to know, I like boysand girls.. I could tell Brad was awake by his breathing and his slight movements. I rolled over and looked at Brad and could tell he was slowly stroking himself under the covers. When he saw me move, he knew I was awake.In a low voice, Brad said, “Oh shit, Mom, I thought you were asleep!”I whispered, “That’s okay, Brad. Listening to those two can affect folks. So go ahead and finish. Here let me get you some tissues.” I rolled over and pulled a few tissues from the box on the nightstand and handed them to. He was nice enough but this early in the morning the coffee hadnt kicked in yet and I could tell he was still waking up."You actually do have a letter," he said turning around stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, "Letter of some kind, not from your folks though." He turned back around and handed over the envelope. I didnt recognize the sender and curiosity was getting the better of me. I ripped it open with a finger and took out the letter inside. It was written on a stiffer, formal kind. Her hand slowly went over my crotch and her fingers outlined my hard cock and then she pressed them together to give me a little pinch. I grabbed my belt buckle but she pushed my hands away and said, "no this is my job" and she slowly undid my buckle and then my button and ever so slowly my zipper. Her hands pulled my jeans over my hips and quickly returned to my trembling cock. Her mouth worked her way down my shorts and she blew hot air through my boxers and onto my dripping cock. Her hands.