After a couple of weeks of my mother occasionally visiting my bed (with father’s knowledge and support since they freaked out when I told them I was gay), she started talking to me and getting in my head to try to get the gay out of me. I had only done mutual jerking and body contact with friends). As she would stroke me off she would ask me what I liked about what i had done with friends and make it a long drawn out sensual e***** experience. Ask me wasn’t what she was doing better, having me touch and explore her body with my hands as she talked in my ear and masturbated me. Asked me if I felt I was a top or a bottom, did i want to s*** c*** or be fucked. It was intensely e***** but also confusing.
