- Mom! Shut up!I looked away. But I also knew the question might come. Thepossibility of being gay was a scary thought. And it felt strange tome. I...enjoyed Matthew's attention at the convent, but did I want tohold his hand? Did I want him to kiss me? I had a bad feeling in mystomach. He asked for my phone number but didn't get it. I had tolie, which I hated. And what about all this femininity that I wasindulging myself in? I had to be sick or something. But thinking ofgirly things led. "You're welcome to watch a movie with me then," I offered. Amy nodded. "But I suggest you get into PJs so you can roll into bed when it's over."The blushing instantly returned – more intense than ever. That was strange; Amy has slept over often enough and she always wears utilitarian boys' style PJs. Being so slight, her bust is very modest although she's been in trainer-bras since she was 12, so I wondered about the sudden modesty."Don't sweat it," I said. "You don't have to." No, that's OK,". I looked at the TV. "The Beav" was on. Dad would be home soon after that.That's it, Mom was trying to peel me, trying to get the condom off. I looked down in wonder. Mom had finally captured the plastic sheath. I pulled back but she retained her prize and the condom slowly tugged off my softened cock. It came off with a snap, flinging a few droplets of cum across Mom's face. She pushed her chin up again, and opened her mouth.I filled it, pushing my bare cock into Mom's lovely mouth, groaning as. I opened the top drawer and placed this venerable object beside the holy bible, like some nun in her closet in the convent, well it would be hand crafted, I am sure mail on-line orders to sex shops would be forbidden in such establishments.The noise of traffic caught my attention and I instinctively turned to the window, the heat was oppressive and I noted the sweat rings under my arms, so I pulled off my top, and momentarily admired my upper attributes in the full mirror, which were nothing.