She gave me a hug, whispered 'thank you' in my ear, and then said, "I should go and tell the girls. They would want to know".Before she could leave, m...m gestured for her to sit back down, "There is something else we should talk about". Mom waited for her to sit and then mom continued, "We would like for you and the girls to stay here with us if you have no other plans, become part of our family".A big smile grew on Sharon's face. "We would love to. I know the girls would want to also". Then the. We have a comfortable life together and she seems okay with my sexuality although sometimes I thinks it confuses her.I'm not sure how it all started. My roomie my first year of college was gay. We talked openly about it, but I never acted on my curiosities with him. Still, I would listen to him tell me stories about his sexual life and there were times my then girlfriend and now wife would be fucking and I'd be thinking about sucking a hard cock.It was during my second year of college, Jan, my. ‘I didn’t. You didn’t. We didn’t . . .’ she mumbled at him. It’s not that she never had. She just never had with Phil and had no intention of doing it with Phil. He was a nice guy and all—and had a bod that most women gladly would open their legs to—but they weren’t anywhere close . . . although he’d made clear he wanted to and had been wining and dining her to build up to it. She had no idea whether she would go with that buildup. And she certainly had no plans last night to . . . ‘Didn’t lay. “If I tell you, will that make you hornier?” Mom teased me back as she lifted her nightie and showed me the absence of panties in this case, “maybe get you to rise ... to the occasion? I woke you up for a reason, you know, and not just for breakfast.”“You want some of this, don’t you?” I stuck my tongue out at Mom and then pointed to my exposed cock.“Yes ... and yes ... of course. Being in a Brazilian prison ... was no picnic, I can tell you that. I paid for my crimes, and then some. And being.