After the few hours in bed with mother as she, i realized later, was trying to evaluate how serious I was when I told my parents I was gay, she and my father when he got home had a closed door talk. Made me a little paranoid. My mother eased my worry a little when she made a point of telling me later one on one that everything was ok and that she and my father had a solution that she would tell me about when she made a visit to my room later that night. Since she had let me be with her fully as a lover earlier that day it was a welcome surprise. When she came to my room that night it was more the usual of laying with me and m*********** me. But after that she told me about their talk. That they had the opinion that all i had done was experiment with boys and had not truly engaged in g******. And that i should not assume I was gay until i had. That they felt just as they were responsible for teaching me hetero s** that they should teach me what g****** truly was. It freaked me out and i said that i did not think i could do that with my father. She told me to close my eyes and listen. She began to describe my father in detail. Vivid detail. Told me to try to picture his hands on my body. Fondling and kissing me. Sucking him. Experiencing him f****** me. And then she reached down and found me hard again and slowly masturbated me again as she described being in bed with both of them. Told me to remember i had already tasted his c** from her earlier that day. Kept at it until i exploded in her hand again. She said it looked to her like i would be fine with it and to tell her when i was ready.
