"What happens to little boys who wear girl's clothes?" she continuedquietly."They get punished," I answered, looking down at the tablecloth.She contin...ed to stoke me with her toes. "Do you need to be punished,little sissy?" No one was seated near us, and we both continued to speakquietly."Yes, Mommy, I do." My cock filled my little white panties and pressedagainst my jeans."Say it all together! You know how!. And look me in the eyes while youdo!" Both the words and the strength in her. Whitney, who rarely gave me a blow job, drained me completely.We were out and did our forms at six-thirty, and I went in to get my overnight bag so I could head north. Each and every one of my lovers had put a little something special in the bag for me. A note. A little chocolate heart. A picture. I was only going to be gone the weekend but they treated it like I would be gone for years. I tossed my bag in the back of the Suburban and kissed each of them again.The door of the trailer slammed. In the past your mom and I have been hinting at what your future would be like and after the argument you and your mom had last week, we've realized that was wrong. We were in effect teasing you, not deliberately but we both just glossed over teenage sexuality. You were right; we were talking about you sharing your mother's bed, after I'm gone. Well, with the heart and the various meds, I'm sort of gone from that bed anyway" More sniffles from mom, me, I was too busy trying to figure out where. "Baby, don't be mad," Carla said after a very satisfying lovemaking session several days before our weekend outing."Mad, about what?" I have something to ask you, a favor. Okay?"I lay on my back and she slid her sweaty nude body across mine, rubbing her shaved and slick crotch against my thigh. I found it very hard to refuse Carla anything when she got in this type of affectionate and sensuous mood. "Ask away." I want to take Tommy to the beach with us."Silence made the bedroom seemed darker.