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My Ultra-Christian Little Mom Gets Worried I Might Be Gay Whenever She Can’t Get Me Going Enough: Episode 3 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:
Okay, so if Sunday was weird, Monday was even weirder.
It all started shortly after my mom tapped me on the shoulder for school.
“Joshua? School!” my mom said, as she spun away from me with her little body all wrapped up in a white towel, I guess, after returning from the shower,.
“Right… School…” I said, mostly out of it. Then, bam, I felt it. Pain. A sharp, followed by a dull pain. In my cock. In my balls. Weird.
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“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” she said, looking at me in the reflection in the mirror, before she tossed the towel aside, leaving her in nothing but her very beautiful, very shapely, especially in the big bubble butt area, little birthday suit.
“Nothing…” I said, cringing, not even realizing until that very second I was, well, hard. Sort of. Not hard hard. Numb hard. It’s different. And, I guess, I had been this way the whole time. Suddenly, I was embarrassed. I mean, my mom had to know about it. She had to have seen it. But what I would really like to know is how and where it came from. Maybe nowhere. Maybe just the unluck of the draw. Random wood. After a dream.
Or maybe it was my mom. Just hearing her sweet little voice. Or smelling her flowery perfume. The possibilities were endless. Especially since seemingly everything my mom was doing lately was triggering some kind of reaction from my cock. Almost as if the two of them were in cahoots. And then, when I saw my little mom’s naked little body, with the littlest bit of one of her plump little tits peeking around her side and her big round butt, with the littlest bit of whatever else winking back at me, everything downstairs, meaning my cock and balls, went haywire, making things even weirder, as simultaneously, the pain sharpened, quick and stinging. In my cock. In my balls. I gasped and writhed, breathing heavily through the very cringeworthy shooting pain.
