That was before I realized what was really happening."You really are a faggot, aren't you?"It was Bella standing in the doorway, hot as always, hotter...by far thanin my fantasy. As usual she was dressed like a slut. Short shortspulled up to show the bottom of her ass cheeks, ribbed white kneesocks, and a tight white tank top with a pink bra underneath. Her hairwas parted in the middle and pulled back into pigtails. She was dressedlike a stripper or maybe a prostitute, and for the first time. He was hardly at home. My mom was a housewife. I was in college senior year and mostly studied from home as I had exams in just a few months.I never had any sexual feelings for mom. We met only during breakfast and dinner. So, we barely got any chance to get any closer. I mostly stayed out partying with my friends. She never complained and was instead content since I was happy. These were all about to change in just a matter of a few days.Coming to the story now. This happened way back in. "Focus on the kiss, love. I'm not even here," Sir said.I relaxed my asshole and felt Sir push forward into my asshole. He kept pushing and pushing, deeper and deeper, as I tried to focus only on this amazing kiss I was having. Will was a phenomenal kisser. He knew all the right places to kiss in and around my mouth, and knew how to move his tongue a certain way to give me shivers of pleasure and desire. I didn't hardly notice Sir's cock again until he so matter-of-factly announced that he was. The Adult Bookstore was way outside of town in a fuckin’ Industrial Park. What the hell it was doing out there I have no clue. Maybe they’re putting fork lift motors in vibrators or something, for all I know. At any rate I found the place. Before going in I checked myself one last time. For some reason I had the need to ‘Put my girl on.’ The danger here is not be too provocative. Otherwise I might be mistaken for a trannie hooker. The store looked allot bigger on the inside. There were rows and.