Poor Sick Bastard

By

Let Nature Happen

Chapter 1

Though this story is fictional it is partly based on actual events that
happened to me.

This story should be placed in the bisexual incest section.

None of the characters or their names are real and reflect nobody living or
dead.

This story is adult in nature and is meant for mature readers who wish to
read stories such as this for entertainment.


Sometimes what you may think to be the worst possible thing that can happen
to you turns out to be the best. I found that out the hard way.

My name is Peter Southern and was thirteen at the time... Well thirteen in
two months.

I had been having some quick sharp pains in my side for a few days now and
even though they were annoying they didn't hurt all that bad. Mom called
them growing pains and said they will pass.

Every now and then when I turned a certain way the pain would strike and I
would wince slightly.

On this one day I was in my math class and Mr. Anderson asked me to come up
to the blackboard to figure out a problem.

I was always one of those people who froze like a statue when confronted in
public, so asking me to stand in front of the class and do a problem was
almost like sending me to the torture chamber. I believe it's called
topophobia or more commonly stage fright and I had it bad.

I would sweat and quiver and then totally freeze just standing there like
an idiot with mouth hanging open.

Normally my teachers wouldn't ask me to go to the board because they knew
of my phobia. Mr. Anderson was especially sympathetic to my plight and
never would call on me, but this time he did and I couldn't understand why
at the time.

I slowly got up from my desk and started to make that hundred mile journey
to the blackboard just ten feet away. Every eye was on me and I was feeling
light headed. Normally this wouldn't start till I got to the actual center
of the situation like at the blackboard it's self, but this time I hadn't
even made it that far.

That's when it hit and hit hard. I felt a sharp pain come and it was
unbearable. It felt as though someone had jabbed me with a sward right in
my back. My legs buckled and I fell to my knees crying in intense pain.

The pain just grew and grew and as it grew so did my screaming and
whaling. I remember the entire class starting to gather around. Oddly
enough the teasing and giggling had stopped and was replaced with sympathy
it seemed to me that they really cared that I was in such pain.

Mr. Anderson was already leaning over me before that though. In fact he was
trying to hold me up as I was on my way down. "Steven...Go to the office
and have them call an ambulance right now!" I barely heard him order.

"What's wrong with him?" Mary Gester asked.

"I don't know, maybe his appendix." Mr. Anderson answered.

That was the last thing I remember before my vision went blurry and then
black. I had actually passed out from pain.

They say that women experience the limit of pain that any person can endure
before blacking out, so I guess I know what it feels like to give birth.

The next thing I remember I was in the ambulance and hearing the sirens
blaring. I must say that was a little exciting for an almost thirteen year
old kid and I would have enjoyed it had I not been in such pain. As it was
though I was just wishing we would just get to the hospital faster.

I looked to my left to find Chris sitting on the bench in the ambulance. I
was still dazed and weak, but I smiled because I was glad I had someone to
comfort me. Then another sharp pain hit and Chris grasped onto my hand and
started to tear up.

"Aaaahhhhh!"

"Don't worry man." He said. I'm here with you... Can't this thing go any
faster? Can`t you give him something for the pain?"

"No," The paramedic answered. "The doctor need to know where it hurts to
figure out why it hurts." Then he placed an oxygen mask on me while another
paramedic started an IV in my arm.

In a while the ambulance stopped and I heard that shrill (Beep, Beep, Beep)
as it backed up to the emergency doors.

They pulled out my gurney and Chris walked right beside me holding my hand
in both of his.

The doctor met us in the hallway and said. "Put him in room four."

"Where dose it hurt?" He asked.

I tried to answer, but I was too weak.

"I saw him grab at his lower right back." Chris responded for me. "Then he
just collapsed. Mister Anderson our math teacher said that he has
topo... topo?"

"Topophobia?"

"Yeah and he was called to the board, but didn't make it there."

"Well I doubt that's the problem... Who are you?"

"I'm his best friend Chris Walker."

"Well Chris we're going to take good care of him. Why don't you just go sit
in the waiting room for now?"

"NO!!!" I cried. "I want him here with me!"

"Ok, ok young man." A nurse said and brushed my head softly with her hand."

"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed. "That hurts!"

"That hurt when she touched your head?" The doctor asked.

"Oh god yes!" I answered. "Chris come here I'm scared."

Chris came to my side and once again took up my hand in his only he was
crying more than I was.

Next all my cloths were being cut off my body with a pair of scissors by a
female nurses! The pain from even that was unbelievable and once again I
passed out.

When I woke again I was in a hospital room and the TV was playing. I looked
around to find Chris was sitting at my side watching the TV and my mom was
on the other side.

I wasn't in pain anymore but was very sleepy. "Mom?"

"Oh baby you're awake. How are you feeling?"

"I feel better." I said. "What's wrong with me?"

"They say you have what's called shingles."

"Shingles? Am I going to die?"

Mom laughed and said. "No baby. It's what happens sometimes when you have
had chicken pox. Usually when you are older, but it hit you sooner than
most."

"The doctor calls it chicken pox with an attitude." Chris giggled. "Chicken
Pox Two, The Revenge!"

I started to laugh but a small pain crept back and made me stop. "Don't
make me laugh." I groaned.

The doctor came in shortly after and smiled at me. "How are you feeling
young man?" He asked.

"A little better I guess."

"Yeah... You were one sick pup for a while there."

He handed my mom a piece of paper and said. "Here is a prescription for
pain. It's morphine so be very stingy with it because it's addictive."

He handed me a sheet of paper with faces lined up. They were the smiley
face with just circles and eyes and a mouth in various forms from a happy
smile to one where you actually felt sorry for the face as it cried. "I
want you to point at the picture that shows me how you feel at this
moment."

I pointed at the one in the middle of a face that was sad.

"Good, well I need to trust you to show mom on this paper how you feel so
she can decide to give you some or not." He said sternly. "I want the pain
to be at least number eight here. Then it will start to work before it gets
here to number ten." He said while pointing to the last face.

"He can go home as soon as the nurse brings in the release papers for you
to sign." He told my mom. "He'll start getting sores all over one side of
his body and probably won't want anything touching him. Not even cloths."

"What?" I asked.

"Dude!" Chris said in sympathy.

"Sorry son." The doctor said. "It's just how it goes sometimes."

"I'll need a written excuse for his school." Mom said trying to ease me by
changing the subject.

"Not a problem. I'll write one up and the nurse will give it to you with
the release papers." He said his goodbye's and left.

In short order I was home and spending the rest of the day in my bed. Chris
stayed beside me the whole time and even spent the weekend with us just to
help out.

I was really grateful that Chris was there because my mom was a single
mom. She got pregnant with me at an early age at a party. Apparently
because she never knew who my father was and the same held true for my
eleven-year-old sister Tora.

Mom said she named her Tora after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor. She
said Tora also came without warning.

Chris being around was like a godsend because aside from working of which I
had no idea what she did mom would also go out on dates. I really wanted my
mom to get married someday because she was a beautiful woman and I hated to
see her so lonely.

Mom had arranged for her sister, my aunt Lillian to watch over me during
the day when Chris had to go to school. Chris got permission from his
parents to stay with me till I got better. He only lived a few houses away.

As time went on and the sores came along I soon found myself exactly how
the doctor said I would be. It pained me to let anything near my skin. I
had sores all along my right side and even on the right side of my head and
neck. Thankfully not my face or chest.

I sure started to dread getting dressed. The night before I was in such bad
shape that Chris stayed up all night trying to comfort me. The next morning
mom had to help me to the bathroom because Chris was dead to the
world. "Mom I can't stand this!" I cried.

"I know baby."

She held me while I wiped my butt which was bad enough, but now I was
supposed to let her give me a sponge bath.

I know she's my mom and all, but crap!

"Baby can you stand right there while I change your sheets?" She asked as
she slowly let go of me as if I were going to fall over like a house of
cards.

"Yeah mom I can stand ok."

She quickly tossed the blamkets and sheets off my bed and made it back up
again with fresh sheets. She then enveloped the sheets back and told me to
get in.

I slowly sat on the bed and she held out her arm to let me support myself
so I could lay back. I grabbed her arm with one hand and her neck with the
other and eased myself back to lay down.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out as my back touched my bed.

"Lay on your other side hon."

I lifted my legs off the floor and rolled over on my left side with my bare
ass facing my mom. I grunted a little as my belly felt like my skin was
dried up and crinkly.

"Mom I can't stand the being naked around everyone. I feel like I'm on
display.

Mom thought for a moment and said. "Would it help if we all were naked?"

Now normally I suppose I would have been thinking some odd thoughts about
the prospect of seeing my mother's naked body, but you have to understand
topophobia to understand fully how I felt. Add to that shingles and you
have quite a mixture.

"I don't know maybe." I said.

"Ok" He breathed with a sigh and unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Then
she slid her jeans down and stepped out. All this she did at the foot of my
bed.

I watched as she reached back and unfastened her bra and let it fall to the
floor. Without even trying to cover her tits with her arms like I had seen
so many women do in movies she reached down and slid her panties off and
stood like a Greek statue or a nude painting.

She really was beautiful and she had some above average sized breasts, but
beauty accepted I really was in too much pain to care.

One thing that I'll say on behalf of shingles was that it sure seemed to
cure me of my topophobia as long as I wasn't alone in the nude department.

Chris slept in the twin sized bed next to mine and since I was facing him I
could see his eyes were big as saucers and staring right at my mom in awe.

She looked over at Chris and smiled. "Chris would you mind going nude as
well?"

"Oh... O, ok." He stammered nervously and rolled out of bed. All he had on
were his briefs and shakily slid them down, but contorted himself so seeing
his package was impossible.

"Hon I know you have an erection and that's normal. Trust me, I've seen
them before." Mom encouraged him.

Chris then stood straight up and I saw his genitals for the very first
time. His erection was about five inches long and circumcised like I was,
but his dick leaned a little to the left whereas mine stood straight
up. However I wasn't hard at the time.

Just then Tora came in and gasped. "Mom! What are you doing?"

"Remember when we talked about your brother not being able to wear cloths?"

"Oh yeah." She sighed.

"Remember how we agreed that we should go nude as well so he wouldn't feel
so embarrassed?"

"I remember." She said and pulled off her T-shirt and then her shorts. Tora
was too young for a bra so didn't have to worry about her tits, but she
shook a little as she lowered her panties. Soon enough though she stood
there with her hands at her side.

Except for her having long blond hair and a bald pussy instead of a dick
she could have passed for a boy. I think she was still young enough to not
feel that much embarrassment.

It was then that I realized religion had it all wrong. When Adam and Eve
were cast out of the garden of Eden God didn't give us shame. Shame wasn't
natural in us. We had to learn shame.

 In no time I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I was naked even in
front of the females of my family, though Chris was the only one I would
allow to put ointment on me to sooth the pain.

Often I found myself with an erection as well as Chris and was embarrassed,
but mom would tell us that it was completely natural.

I found myself glancing at everyone's private area trying not to be
obvious. My mom had some nice breasts and some almost saucer sized
nipples. Her pussy hair was trimmed to almost show less than my pubic hair
or even Chris's who had less than me.

Tora had absolutely no hair and barely even tits, but I still couldn't help
but admire her pussy mound and wonder to myself how big of a dick could she
take in there.

Aunt Lillian was pretty close to moms size and shape, but she had a full
bush. Almost so much that you couldn't see the crack of her cunt lips.

It took a while before I could move around much, but I sure loved the
chance to walk around when I started to heal. It's strange how you don't
miss something till you lose it.

I would spend some time in the living room watching TV and soon was even
eating at the table. All in the buff of course.

One day Chris came home after school and Lillian was getting ready to
leave. He came up to me when I was on the couch watching TV and handed me
my days homework. Then he started undressing as usual.

When he did he sniffed and made a bitter face. "Dude you stink. Don't you
think it's time for a shower?"

I sniffed under my armpits and I have to admit I was pretty ripe. "I'm
afraid." I said.

"What if I helped?" He came back.

"Well... We can try."

We got up and I set my homework in the place on the couch where I was
sitting. I still had to walk slowly, but in a while we were in the hall
bathroom and Chris was running the water. "Here feel with your hand to see
if it's the right temperature." He said.

I put my hand in and it was a little too warm. I adjusted it and once I was
satisfied I slid the glass door to the side of the shower nozzle so I could
step into the spray at my own pace.

Once I was completely in the shower Chris slid the doors to the other side
so he was reaching in where the spray was.

"Step forward when you're ready." He said while getting soap lathered in a
rag.

I slowly stepped under the spray and found that the water actually felt
pretty good.

Chris reached from the outside of the tub and got his hair wet a little,
but the rag hurt too much. "Stop." I said as the rag was getting closer to
the old sores. "That hurts."

"Should I try bare handed?" He asked.

"Yeah I think that would be best."

He rinsed and rung the rag out and hung in on the rag mount on the shower
wall. He then took the soap in hand and started to lather it up. Once again
his hair got a little wet when he reach in and started to softly soap my
back.

He started at my shoulders and neck and softly avoided the old sores that
were now becoming just red blotches from the scabs falling off in the
water.

"Pete I'm getting all wet. I may as well get in with you."

"Yeah." I agreed. "May as well."

He slid the frosty glass door closed till all I could see of him was his
silhouette. Then he opened it from the other side like I did and stepped in
the tub.

Once he had closed the door behind him I couldn't help but notice he had no
pubic hair anymore like I did even though I didn't have much.

"You don't have pubes." I said.

"No I couldn't stand it anymore so I wax them off."

"You wax them?" I asked in awe. "Don't that hurt?"

"Not if you do it right. You have to pull the skin tight when you yank the
hair out."

"But why not shave?" I asked.

"I tried that, but when you shave it leaves bumps and itches. This way the
hair grows back just like it did when it first started to grow hair. If I
wax enough times it will never grow back again and that's what I want."

"Oh." I said. "Well here wash my back."

Once again he started to smear lather on my back with his smooth hands. He
did both arms and armpits and then down my sides.

The way he washed me felt really sensual and I was starting to get lost in
it. My head drew back so I was looking up with eyes closed as he continued
to let his smooth slippery hands glide over my back.

When he reached my ass he sat on the floor of the tub so he was reaching
up. He lathered his hands again and started to do each cheek one in each
hand. He was able to rub a little harder down there because I wasn't as
affected below the belt line.

He traveled down my legs and back up once he reached my ankles. When he
reached my ass again he lathered more with the soap and slipped his fingers
between my cheeks and I felt his fingers caress my sphincter.

I gasped not only that it felt good, but I wasn't expecting him to do that
dirty job. However I didn't object I knew it needed to be done and I wasn't
as embarrassed about my body as I had been. I think he slipped his finger
in slightly, but I couldn't be sure.

I felt his hands softly grip my cheeks and he gently indicated for me to
turn around not only to rinse, but so he could wash my front.

When I did I looked down and it was more than obvious that he had an
erection as did I. I shrugged it off as just a thing and let him continue.

The water on my back was hitting me a little hard, but it also felt like a
massage. The spray of the water wasn't hammering me like I thought it would
do. It even felt good.

He lathered again and started at my feet because he was already down
there. He even washed between my toes and the soles of my feet.

Up he went one leg at a time all the while watching my dick in front of his
eyes. I couldn't tell if it was because he was making sure he avoided it or
because he wanted to.

He spent a little while on my upper thighs and when he looked down his
forehead brushed against my dick head. It throbbed from the feeling and
bounced hitting the top of his head a couple times.

His hands drew slowly closer to my crotch as they circled in a washing
motion and I was thinking (Wax on, wax off) His thumbs brushed my hanging
hairless balls.

He looked up and when he did my dick was right at his open mouth. It
actually was inside his mouth, but he pulled back slightly.

His palms surrounded my dick and balls at the base and he gently
rubbed. More like massaging that area with soap. It felt so wonderful I
could have came right then.

"Turn around and rinse." He said.

I turned to face the stream of water and rinsed off. I turned back around
and he re-grasped my dick instantly I guess to wash it again and make sure
it was clean. That's when I noticed his hands were soap free, but still
they were nicely wrapping my throbbing cock.

Like before he looked down and when he did my dick brushed his
forehead. Then he looked back up and once again his mouth was open and my
dick went in his open mouth only further this time. My circumcision ring
brushed his teeth and he slightly closed his mouth around it while looking
at me in the eyes. I guess to see if I would object. I just gently smiled
because it felt good and exciting.

Without removing his mouth his eyes rolled back and his head tilted down. I
felt his mouth accepting more of my dick inside. I felt pleasure after so
long of nothing but pain.

He was as gentle as he could be as his mouth began to fill with my engorged
dick. I think he was still testing to make sure I felt no pain on my dick
from the shingles, but the shingles never affected that area.

Next he started to add some suction to his mouth as his lips reached my
pubic bone and I was fully seeded inside.

At the same time I realized that my best friend was gay (The word that came
to my mind though was FAG) I heard myself whisper in ecstasy. "Oh that
feels good Chris."

As his head bobbed I looked past it to his dick and I swear I had never
seen such a beautiful sight in all my life. His dick was bobbing with
throbs of excitement with each bob of his head. I could see his lips
surrounding my dick and he was loving every second of it.

My eyes went back to his dick and the little globe of pre-cum nestled over
the piss slit and just sitting there.

Suddenly I felt my groin and legs tighten as the first unexpected throws of
cum went rushing into his wanting mouth.

After the burst of cum reached his tonsils I saw a steady rope of sperm
burst free from his dick and he hadn't even touched it. It seemed to just
arch for a while and fall on the floor of the tub in a long cum trail. When
it was all laid out on the floor and I was thrusting another pulse of my
cum down his throat. A rope of his cum came out at a higher arch this time.

We continued pulsating cum at the same rate and speed and finally it all
subsided to a quivering halt.

It seemed like as I came in his swallowing mouth my sperm would travel down
his throat and rush his digestive system and then bust back out through his
dick.

He continued nursing at my dick till it was so sensitive I couldn't take it
anymore and pulled out of his mouth with a needy pop like a baby when you
pull a bottle out of his still hungry mouth. I almost expected him to cry
from the loss.

Chris looked up at me lovingly and asked. "Did you like that? Did it feel
good?"

I desperately wanted to lie and freak out on him to protest my sexuality,
but I fell into his beautiful blue eyes with pure love and said. "I loved
it." Then I really shocked myself as I heard the words "I love you." Come
freely out from between my teeth and lips.

I even looked behind me to see if someone else had said that. All that was
there was the shower spraying now cold water on my back.

I turned the water off and said. "We better get out."

When the shower door slid open I did a double take as my eyes fell on my
sister and mother both standing there naked with mouths gaping wide
open. Each of them also had their hands clutching their own pussies.

"Mom!"

She shook her head to get out of the trance she was in and said
firmly. "Aren't you going to return the favor?" As if it were the polite
thing to do.

"Huh?" I asked stunned.

"Well he made you feel good now you should do the same for him."

Tora didn't say a word. She just had this shit eating grin on her face as
she continued to play with herself.

Nervously I got down on my knees as took Chris's bald dick in my shaky
hand. I pointed the head of his now semi-hard cock at my nose and started
to slowly inch my head forward.

I ever so cautiously opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to quickly
taste test it. There being no taste, just the feel of soft warm flesh I
opened my mouth and thought (Even by just holding his dick I'm a fag just
like him. Now I'm going to suck it. Oh well might as well accept it and
even enjoy it if I can.)

This is the honest to gosh truth. I couldn't believe it myself, but when I
opened my mouth to take his dick in I looked at it and wanted it more than
anything I ever wanted in my life! I think I always had a special feeling
for Chris, but now it was not only love, but pure unbridled lust. Even with
my own mother and little sister watching nothing could have stopped me from
doing what I was about to do.

I encircled my lips around his cock and it was the most natural thing in
the world for me to start nursing on his boyhood. I even remember moaning
in pleasure as I felt the form of his now rigid, yet soft member completely
inside my mouth.

As I sucked on him I marveled over how soft and smooth his now hairless
cock looked and felt. I ran my fingers over and around the base of his dick
as I continued suckling lovingly.

His hips began to gyrate in all directions and his hands wrapped softly
around my wet head as he began to fuck my face. "Ohhhh!" He moaned in
ecstasy.

It was odd to me how even though I was sucking and my dick was now not even
being touched that I felt as though I was getting more pleasure than he
was. In a strange way I felt sorry for him because I was the one having all
the fun.

I fondled his bald silky sack and played with his balls in my kneading
fingers. They felt wonderful. (Ok so I'm a "FgAaGy".) I even tried to force
myself to accept who I was by overlapping gay when the word fag crept in my
mind again. I mean I wasn't going to call myself a name like that. Like the
name that came to mind when I thought of Chris. I felt like a worm for even
thinking it in the first place.

"Uh....." He gave a quick grunt and thrust forward just once and stayed
there and Suddenly he erupted into my mouth with his hot juices and I was
left to ponder the question to swallow or not to swallow.

His jets forced me to decide to swallow because I wasn't about to let go of
that lovely meat of his. I Liked it too much.



It was a sharp stinging sensation in the back of my throat and a bit salty,
but I instantly loved every drop of it.

"Done?" Mom asked.

I guess Chris must have nodded because I know I didn't being too busy still
sucking on his dick and unwilling to let go of it even though it was
deflating in my mouth.

"Good. Now kiss."

I couldn't believe mom was telling me to do these things. I was in shock
over even doing it, not to even mention that mom was not only for it, but
was instructing me.

I got to my feet and pecked his lips with mine.

"No, no..." She insisted. "Kiss like it meant something to you."

I closed my eyes when I saw he closed his and leaned in with him. Our lips
tenderly touched and we embraced. his mouth pressed tighter to mine and he
started to open his mouth and posh his tongue out. I relented and accepted
his intrusion. I loved it! I loved him for all I was worth and I loved my
mom for insisting.

I'm not sure how long we kissed before mom said. "Good now come and eat and
we'll set down some ground rules,."


Poor Sick Bastard

By

Let Nature Happen

Chapter 2

The Galls Bitches

Chris used a blow dryer to dry me because a towel would have been
torture. I dried Chris off with a towel.

I did his front and paid particular attention to his genitalia. I still
couldn't get over how smooth he looked and felt. I loved it and decided
that's what I wanted for myself.

I spun him around and had him lean against the sink. He spread his legs and
I toweled him down from his neck to his ass. Those round bubble butt globes
of his were intoxicating. It was as if I had never seen him before and as
if he were a girl. I must have been in gay denial.

I looked at what I was doing and it dawned on me that I was no longer
drying him, because the towel had magically fallen to the floor. I was up
against him with both of my hands cupping his ass cheeks firmly and my dick
grinding between those globes of flesh mock fucking him. I was also kissing
his neck as he was moaning in delight. I was in cruise control with nobody
at the wheel.

We looked in each other's eyes through the mirror and smiled. It dawned on
me that with our hair still damp we looked very much alike. He turned his
head slowly as I kissed along his cheeks until our lips met in a passionate
love-clutch. Our lips and tongues were four separate lovers engaged in
their own embrace.

"Your food is getting cold!" Mom yelled.

This brought us back to reality and we smiled wide teethed at each other
and put our foreheads together so they could share in our love.

We both walked proudly sporting throbbing cocks for the entire world to see
and holding hands to the dining room table.

We sat next to each other with mom at our left at the head of the table and
Tora across from her. Normally I would have sat across from mom because I
was the man of the house, but I wanted to sit next to my ex-best friend and
newfound lover.

Each time we served ourselves was agony because we had to let go of each
other's hands, but rejoined them under the table as the bowl of whatever
was passed around.

When all the food was dished out and we had reluctantly released each
other's hands to eat mom heaved a sigh. "So you two have discovered love?"

We looked at each other with burning love in our eyes and nodded. "Yes mom
I think so." I answered softly never taking my eyes off Chris.

"You know love is something I never had." She said.

My heart sank to my stomach when she said that. "What?"

"No, I never had love in my life, I mean I love you kids, but I got
pregnant with you Peter at a high school homecoming party that I was
invited to by Chris's dad when I was only thirteen. The boys passed me
around like the bottles of liquor they were drunk on. From then on I was a
labeled as a whore even by my parents and banished to the streets. I became
a hooker to survive and that's how I got pregnant with Tora as well before
I was finally able to get my tubes tied."

I had a feeling mom was a prostitute, but that's one of those things you
never wanted confirmed, so I never asked. I had no idea what to say to
her. I was having what us kids called a brain fart.

"So you're gay. I don't care about that at all." Mom continued. "Some of my
best friends are gay and I love them dearly. However, in my eyes now you
are fully-grown men and a couple. Therefore as a man and the man of this
house you Peter are going to take on some more responsibilities around
here. While not in school you will both work for me. I know you are only
thirteen, but so was I when I started to earn my own way."

Then she looked at Chris. "Chris I know your dad well. He's one of my best
customers and always has been."

I watched Chris's stunned eyes as he listened to the news that his father
the devoted husband to his mother has been a John to his best friends
prostitute mom all his life. I could never describe the expression on his
face. He was not only devastated but defeated.

"You are going to tell him that you're gay and in love with my son." Mom
insisted sternly and without emotion.

"He'll kill me." Chris stammered with tears swelling in his eyes and lower
lip quivering.

Chris's dad had to be the reddest neck of all red necks on earth and hated
fags. I knew Chris was right. He would kill him.

Mom took a bite of food and chewed with mouth open saying. "He won't kill
you. He'll kick you out."

"Yeah he will." Chris agreed fearfully. "And then where will I live?"

"You'll live right here with us and at Peter's side where you belong."
Again unemotional.

Suddenly it all became clear. Mom wasn't being cold hearted. She knew
exactly what she was doing.

There are two kinds of educations. One is a proper education in school and
college. Then there is the street and if there were a doctorate in street
smarts mom would be a professor.

"Don't worry." Mom continued. "I'm going to go with you when you tell
him. Now finish eating and get dressed. Tora you will stay home with your
brother." She then gave her a strange wink that I had never seen before.

I didn't know what was going to happen at Chris`s house, but I knew mom and
I knew that when it came to us kids she was a mother grisly bear and would
defend us to the death.

I remember when I was about nine years old. She had a man spending the
night. Come to think of it after that night no man ever graced our doorway
again.

Anyway, I was sound asleep, but awoke sharply to the sound of something
crashing. I stepped cautiously to my bedroom door and cracked it open.

On the floor I saw a huge black man laying face down in the hallway with
blood gushing out of his head. I'll never forget his spread out arms looked
like elephant legs. There was a gun lying next to his right hand and the
hallway table was in shards around him.

Mom was standing over him in a karate stance and it looked as if she had
hardly broken a sweat. She picked the phone off the floor amongst all the
rubble and dialed nine-one-one. That's when I knew you may fuck my mom, but
you never fuck with her.

After she hung up the phone she reached down and picked up his gun. She
emptied it and spat on his head. She reached down and took out his wallet
from his back pocket, removed all the money in it and stuffed it in her red
see-through teddy between her cleavage. She kicked him in the ribs real
hard. "Nobody threatens my kid's asshole." She calmly hissed.

>From that day on as long as mom was home I was never afraid of anything. I
slept as sound as a baby.

We had finished eating and cleared the table. After we scarped the
leftovers in the garbage disposer and rinsed the dishes Chris went to get
dressed.

I pleaded to go with even though I knew mom would say no because I was
still walking stiffly.

They were both dressed and out of the house even before I helped my sister
put the dishes in the dishwasher.

When they were out of the house Tora looked at me and grabbed my dick
abruptly. "Gay or not." She said while pulling hard causing me to wince in
pain. "Mom said you're going to fuck me with this." She boldly stated with
an evil grin.

"What?"

She didn't repeat herself. I watched in shock and awe as she gave me a
harder tug and let my stretched out dick go with a snap. She walked
purposely to the living room and lay spread eagle on the couch. "Come on
faggot." She ordered while spreading her tiny bald cunt lips. "We ain't got
much time."

It suddenly rang in clear as a bell. I may have been the man of the house
and Chris may be my male lover, but the females were in full charge.


