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My Ultra-Christian Little Mom Gets Worried I Might Be Gay Whenever She Can’t Get Me Going Enough: Episode 2 by Luca Satana
Yeah, you and I both know I’m not gay. But, sometimes my ultra-Christian little mom gets worried I might be gay, especially when she can’t get me going enough.
Maybe it was my progressive views on gay rights, or my choice in music, I’m not sure, but whatever it was, my ultra-Christian little mom was starting to worry about me. Not about my health, or my education, or anything that truly mattered. But, about my sexuality. To be specific, whether or not I was gay. Because, if I was gay, she was going to do ANYTHING to ungay me. Including me.
Excerpt:
In my mom’s room, I found her half-lying on the bed and playing on her phone. She was still in her pink tank-top and skimpy white panties.
“There you are,” my mom said, and smiled up at me.
“Here I am,” I said, and smiled right back at her.
“Come lie down with Mommy.” She tossed her phone aside and patted the bed.
“Okay.” I did exactly that, half-lying down opposite her.
“So, how are you feeling?” She set her little soft hand on my bare thigh.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, pleasantly surprised to see her touch having seemingly no effect on me. “Okay, I guess.”
“You’re not weirded out too much, are you?”
“I guess not.” I thought about it. “Well, maybe a little.”
“Well, I guess that’s to be expected.” She nodded, as she started to run her little fingers up and down my thigh, not to mention an inch or two up inside my boxers. “But hopefully not too much.”
“Nah.” I scoffed, feigning some totally unwarranted confidence. “Probably not too much.”
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“Mommy was just so worried.”
“I know you were. Obviously. But, as I said, and hopefully showed you, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah. But, just so you know, Mommy has nothing against the gays.” She leaned in a little to look into my eyes, as if her closeness might convey some aura of authenticity.
“Oh, really?” I smirked.
“What?” She smirked right back at me, before she pulled her hand back from me and lifted her tank-top slightly, so she could start rubbing her little belly. “Mommy loves everyone.”
“Uh-huh…” I said, though my mind was a little more concerned about where her little hand was going on her little body.
“What? Mommy does,” she said, as she turned a little and worked her little fingers down inside her panties. “Hate the sin, not the sinner. That’s what Mommy believes.”
“Right.” I grimaced, as I tried not to focus on my mom so much, and all her exploring inside her panties.
