It was so warm and tasted gross and left me feeling confused about my sexuality, wondering if I was gay but knew I still loved girls and wondered why ... was doing what I was doing. I began to experiment more and more with my finger and felt guilty about how much I loved the feeling of something in my ass. I started trying bigger objects and before I knew it my asshole was loose. I had this prop from a movie, it was a police night stick that was thick and black and hard. I slowly eased it into my. Her eyes sparkled and she suppressed a smile. "It was very nice of you to stop by, Mr. Stevenson," she said deciding not to mention her parents until he brought the subject up again.Tom couldn't quite figure her out, but he knew she was an aggressive little sexpot and he'd better watch his step. "Where is everyone?" he asked, wondering what she was doing alone in the house."Oh, they all went into the village to see a movie," the teenaged girl replied, staring at him boldly. "They'll probably be. "Yeah, Mrs. Bell", I sputtered, rolling onto my left side."Please, call me Sara...". She paused before adding, "...or, since I'm taking care of you...you can call me Mom."I was stunned. "Wha..."Another impish smile. "I like being call Mom by my own k**s, so please feel free."A big lump formed in my throat, to go along with the huge hard-on this woman had given me. The head of my cock thrust itself above the waistband of my shorts, seeming to have a mind of its own."Oh, my", Sara groaned, "we'll. I was going to get a pair of propersandals. She gave me a reasonable nod and we were on our way. We dined at the Burger Barn. I got more than a few looks from the boys asthey passed by. It always made me feel a bit creepy, but part of mesecretly liked the attention. Mom took it all in, but said nothing. Ourfirst stop was the Shoe Emporium. I spent forever trying on sandals ofevery style imaginable. I wanted something both sexy and practical. Ifinally decided on a pair of wedgies. They were.