#GAY MEN SEX STORY FULL SIZE#
In the back of the motor home was a small room with a full size bed. They would be a little cramped, but two people could fit there. It had a bunk above the passenger compartment that would sleep two people. It was supposed to sleep six, but four people in it at one time, seemed very crowded to me. My parents had just purchased a small motor home for our vacation that year. My name is Bobby and I was getting ready to turn sixteen that summer. He was rich by “normal” people’s standards and incredibly wealthy by ours. His name was Ted and he was by all means a nice guy. A romance started and he took us all in with open arms. My mom met a man who she served while working at the diner she had found employment. When I was 10 our family finally came into some good luck. During the day I would look after my sisters while my mom left us for work in town. Every morning and night my sisters and I would practice math and English. My mom bought my sisters and I books and notepads and taught us from what she had learned. Albeit not to the standards of other kids. I did not go to school but did get an education. Using whatever money we had for food, clothes and survival.īy the time I was 7 I was able to help out more. She could not afford babysitters or any luxuries. She would make bags and other small items, as she did not want to leave us alone being so young. As I was only 2 at the time I was unable to help when mom built a small shack in the forest for us to live. When we were thrown out my grandfather was kind enough to give her some money. She told me that she only had sex twice and consequently paid the price for it. She said she never expected to have my sisters or me but was never mad that she did. My mother as she later told me expected this. Unfortunately when my mother became pregnant her father had enough and kicked her out of the house. My sisters and I never did know who our father was, my mother didn’t like to talk about it and it made her very depressed so I didn’t press the issue too much. 2 years later my mom became pregnant again. He let her stay of course but things were never the same.
So when my mom became pregnant with me when she was 14 he was furious. My grandfather was hard working man and a proper man. On a farm with my grandfather and grandmother and two uncles.
At the time I had no clue what he was talking about. My dad once told me that she was crazy because she burned all of her brain cells when young. She was different from all of my other aunts and uncles, probably because she was single and a bit on the loony side. my aunt was in her late twenties with long black hair a dark eyes. So I didn’t mind their decision and couldn’t wait to get there. They just told me that they were going on a cruise and I was to stay with Joanne for the summer. I had no idea what my parents were going through at the time. My parents were in the middle of a divorce and they decided it was best for me to stay with my aunt Joanne during those tough times. Not just the sex but the dirty little things that transpired between us before we actually had sex. I have since moved on, but I do still think about her. If she hadn’t gotten married and moved away, the incestuous relationship with her that started that summer would probably still be going on. The best summer of my life was the one that I spent with my aunt Joanne, my mother’s sister. She looked miserable, so I asked her what was bothering her. Or it could be the constant close proximity and the availability that facilitate this attractionĪnyways, one Friday I was making dinner when my mom came home from work. Who knows what it is that sexually attracts a young boy to his mother? I suppose it might be that innate thrill of danger in flirting with something considered forbidden or taboo. The reason I describe her to you is that like any young boy entering puberty, his mother is the object of many masturbation sessions. But in my eyes, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world. she dresses in plain looking clothes, she hardly wears any make-up, she’s what you might call a “pleasantly plump” woman. To be frank, most men would not find her attractive. I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world. Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very different and memorable way. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I remember several nights when I’d be lying in bed and could hear her cry herself to sleep. My father died about five years earlier in a work accident.Įver since, my mom had been pretty depressed, she’d never really gotten over my dad’s death.