When my mother visited my bed to try to turn me to the straight side, she would say things and ask things. Ask me what i enjoyed about feeling a friend’s c*** in my hand. Why it got me so turned on to rub c**** together with male friends. When she lay next to me m*********** me she did not make it about mommy. And it was incredible to feel her body next to mine and prove to me how my body responded to her touches. But she insisted that I tell her when i had urges about my own gender. If I had masturbated thinking about it. I confess what kept me honest about it was that it meant that she kept coming to my room at night to touch me again. One night she surprised me by asking if I masturbated while listening to my father f****** her brains out after she visited me. He knew and supported what she was doing for me because they were both horrified at the concept of their only child being gay. I admitted it. She asked me what i thought about explicitly. I told her. She said it sounded like I pictured them both equally. A cew days later i woke early because i heard them f****** madly. After a while while i was in the kitchen my father walked through on his way out the door, and told me i should get a shower because he was leaving to give us some quality time. I did not waste time, i hit the shower and as soon as I was out…hard and dripping in anticipation..i heard her call my name. I went to their room and saw her lying naked on her back with open knees, and she did not hesitate. I nearly came instantly when I heard her say “come get some p****, baby..” i knelt on the foot of the bed staring at all of her and could not help noticing she was wet and open still, and with my father still dripping from her. She told me i was to do as told, and her first instruction was to lay on her and put my c*** in her but to not move. I could barely breathe as I slid in…soaking wet and slick and realizing there was a lot of my father still inside her. She locked her legs around mine and told me my father had set rules. I would never be allowed to f*** her except after him. That if I was going to be a f***** then i got no p**** except this way as seconds. I was losing my mind. She then pushed me off her and told me to clean her. I hesitated but she pushed my head into her and told me to get busy. I was overwhelmed and my fave drenched with them but i loved it and could not stop. When she pulled me from her she told me i was a good p**** eater for a f*****. It hurt to hear her talk to me that way. Then she turned and lowered herself on her elbows and told me to try to manage being a man long enough to f*** her like one. They appeared to have decided that tough love was the conversion tool. I slid in and she told me to put my hands on her hips and be a man. I went crazy thrusting and the whole tome she just kept saying it….come on f*** me fsggot. I came so hard it hurt and I was in tears. She was loving afterward and held me to her breasts as she petted me and told me it was going to be ok.
