I walked to the front of the house and look out the window next to the front door. Mike's car was still there. I could still hear the water running up...tairs, so I walked up there. As I walked up the stairs, I began to get a queasy feeling in my stomach. I didn't know what was going on, but I felt strange, it is really difficult to put in to words but I just didn't feel right. As I reached the top of the stairs, I immediately realized that the shower in my parents’ room was running, and that. Mom knelt at the side of the bed, and took my raging hardon into her hands. "I want to see how this tastes, son." And with that, she plunged her lips over my cock, and pleasure swept over me like a warm blanket. As her fingers danced about my shaft, her tongue teased my helmet, and I nearly blew my load instantly as she rolled back my foreskin with her soft lips, as gentle as marshmallows. Building saliva in her mouth and mixing it with the pre-cum oozing out of me, she moistened my cock and. . butwith his dick still in it...a swell of cum filled my mouth. I let it fill my mouth and sucked allof it off his dick. His dick left my mouth and I still had a mouthfull of cum.It actually tasted much better than I expected. Almost indescribable. It had the sweet taste of sex. There was nothing left for me to dowith it..He still stood before me with his dick in my face. I swallowed. Thatwas much more unpleasant. It sticks to the walls of your throat andyou taste cum all night.It makes. One Saturday morning the front door to my apartment burst open and Paul and three friends walked in tossing a bag on the couch next to me. The four men were dressed in sneakers, long basketball shorts and sleeveless shirts.“C’mon you little faggot – we are gonna play some basketball.” Paul yelled out as I watched he and one of the other men head towards my bedroom.“Paul ... I don’t play sports very well at all...” I stammered as two of his friends lifted me from the couch and deposited me on.