Myfather would never get them for me. I guess that's where my resentmentfor my father started. I also always wanted to dress up as a girl ofsome kin... for Halloween. I never got that either. My father would yellat me to "man up" and stop being such a "sissy". My mother would look atme sadly but she never went against him. So life went on until twoincidents when I was 9 that changed me for a while. We were on avacation in Miami and we went to lunch at a local restaurant. Thewaitress was. “Okay I’ve got the tools lets see what the problem is.” I said.I went into her house and she shows me into the living room.“The PC is upstairs in my room. Just you head up now and I’ll be there in two shakes.” She directed me.I make my up the stairs unsure of where I am going. As I get to the landing I hearing the whirring of the PC fan which helped me go straight to the room. The scent in her room is intoxicating. My head spinning with all kinds of sexual thoughts. “Ah, you have found. " I moved up behind her and laid my dick into her in one hard thrust that took me in to the balls. She yelped and Grasp up like a mare surprised by a stallion. I let her hold us up and wrapped my hands around those bounteous tits, catching the nips between my fingers and tweaking and kneading gently as I thrust. She wasn't as tight as one of my cheerleaders, but she was tight enough, and the unusual angle of entry, combined by the fact that she was my mother, added a whole new exciting. Well next time you’re not feeling well do us all a favor and don’t come into class. I don’t appreciate interruptions in my classroom. You may go.”I took the opportunity as soon as it was set before me. I stood from my seat, gathered my books and shuffled past the chuckling boys to exit the classroom. They probably heard the hissing of the vibrator as I passed them. As soon as I was back outside, I took in a deep breath as if I’d forgotten to breathe throughout the whole ordeal. I probably had..