" Fuck you." Jake leaned back, laughing. "Fuck you, if you're gonna pretend to be a faggot, you gotta go through with it." But he sat down. "Hey, t...ere are pictures," he said.I said nothing. Maybe my silence was more damning than if I joined in the homoerotic teasing. If I'd done that, pretended I wanted Mike's piss, would the night have ended differently? But no, I realized, because more and more I recognized this as what it was: theater. You don't spend years acting in school plays. I grew updressing one way and I feel comfortable doing that. Why is it necessaryto wear such feminine clothes just because I have a more developed bustthan most men? I got your point about needing to protect them and willnow wear bras regularly. I also understand how you feel when I dress sexyfor you. But can't we compromise somehow so I can go back to the way itwas?"I had stood my ground and felt much better. That is until she turnedaround. She was glaring at me. I had never seen such an angry. She lifted her ass, twisting it."Can't you find someplace to put that hard thing, honey?" she gasped. "Do you need Mother's help?" Not now," he said, and scooted his cock down until the head was between her thighs, prodding the hairy wetness of her cunt. "I can find someplace to stick it by myself." Ooooh, I guess you can!" she murmured with pleasure. "I can feel you pushing against me."She lifted her ass to his cock.Jay shoved the head of his cock into his mother's cunt, and Shellie gave a. I could feel her hot breath on my cunt. She was looking up at me all the time. I moaned. Celia sprung away from me. She stood up, turned around smartly, and with one last triumphant look, she left the room. As she shut the door on me, I realised that the song had finished. I called Celia, but my voice rang out naively in the silence, and there was no reply. My lust quickly changed to fury. Shed left me tied to the chair, and horny as hell. She couldnt just do that to me! I stood up and tried to.