In my generation liking men was something you kept secret. It started early, by the time I was a freshman in high school I had sucked the dick of our youth minister. He really liked boys and I was one of many.

I did what so many men like me did, we went onto college and got an education. We married a girl we met at college, one that wanted more than anything to be a housewife. Why men like us are attracted to housewife types is a mystery. Off and on I would run into a man who gave off vibes and I would give him a blowjob. I hadn't ventured further than oral, and for that matter had never kissed with a man either. It was a cock fixation.

My wife had a women's group that got together quarterly, they did charity work and their choice was unwed mothers. One of the women had a husband who was into woodworking and the meeting that quarter was at his house. I spent the afternoon with him in his workshop, and sucked his cock and he kissed me. He wanted more, and over his workbench I had to stand and take it. While the women were inside talking about pregnant girls, we were outside fucking in the workshop.

That experience changed me forever. I met up with him and we made out like teenagers, and sucked cock together. He liked getting naked while his wife was at work, I was unemployed there for a while, and we got naked and played sex games, watched gay porn, and fucked until it was time for me to get going. He was my first boyfriend, a man I had feelings for. I made sure that my wife was good friends with is wife and they went to the women's center to help and other women charities.

In the end, I am still Paul's cocksucker and I love to bend over. There's nothing better than getting naked and making out and mutual cock sucking. A man has to do what a man has to do. We are both in the closet so it's a dirty little secret.

I have a stay at home Mom who waits for me to come home from school for some Mother Son bonding, as she calls it.

When I get home, I announce I'm home.

If my Mom says, "Hi, sweetie, I'm upstairs..." I know to lay low and not get excited. Someone might home.

If my Mom says, "Hi, baby, I'm upstairs..." I know I can go up to join her.

Usually, it's, "Hi, Baby," I get so excited because I know my Mom is going to do something to me or let me do something with her.

I usually start getting hard as I walk up the stairs to my Mom.

Today, she took me by my hand to lead me into the master closet.

She started to ask me about school as she kneeled down infront of me to unbutton my pants.

After pulling me out, she told me to have a seat on the step stool.

I got situated and started to tell her about my day when she took me in her mouth and started blowing me.

I gave up talking to my Mom to focus on her working my cock up and down.

I quietly watched my Mom's red lipstick lips tightly ripple up and down my cock while she moaned, "Mmmm..."

Before I knew it, she was getting me close to cum for her.

I sat up on the edge of the stool to get ready to blow it in her.

My Mom breifly made eye contact with me as if telling me she wanted it and that it was okay for me to let it fly.

Knowing my Mom wanted it, I didn't hold back.

My Mom began sucking even harder as she grasped my now throbing cock with her hand (to keep it from getting away from her) while I started to unload for her.

Shot after shot, my Mom continued on with her, "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm's..." as she continued to take all I could give her.

After I finished, I wispered, "Oh, my God, Mom..."

Then she sat up on her knees to slowly open her mouth so I could see my large white pool of cum she took from my balls.

She closed to swallow and then told me, "Shhh, baby, Mommy knows..."

Before I could say anything else, my Mom told me if I had homework to go do it and if I wanted another blowjob, after I finished my homework, to come find her.

I love my stay at home Mom...

Like every year before school, I have my Son get with me in his closet to go through his clothes.

He tried on all of his shirts like last year, but when he got to his pants, he started getting hard in front of me. He was embarrassed as I was surprised.

I told him to take off his pants... he did. I told him to take off his undies and have a seat on the stool. He rolled his eyes and was reluctant, but I told him, "Your Mother insists... come on, sweetie... drop them and have a seat!" He dropped them and sat down on the stool.

I dropped my halter top and kneeled down in front of him. His eyes followed my boobs all the way down.

I took him in my hand and told him, "Now, be a good boy and let Mommy do her thing..."

He asked me, "What are you going to do, Mom?"

I let him a smile and took him in my mouth. His head leaned back in disbelief. He grew hard fast for me as I began to work him with my hand and suck him harder. It wasn't long before he was as hard as a glass beer bottle for me; pulsing and throbbing as he watched me work him up and down... seeing his Mother's lips rippling up and down his glistening shaft, my naughty little Son of mine!

I hummed a few, "Mmmmm's..." while my Son started in with his pre-cum.

I worked him for a few more minutes as he pulsed faster and throbbed harder to which he grabbed my head and then suddenly, started to cum for me. He had no reserve and didn't hold back. My Son grumbled, "Oh, Mom!" as he feverishly began launching his hot boy cum in me, shot after shot, he exploded on and on. It was a good thing he was sitting down.

So much cum for his DOM. I swallowed his fire and fury before asking him for his thoughts on it all. He said, "Oh, Mom... you're the best Mom, ever!

That was months ago. Now, my Son texts me on his new phone I gave him whenever he wants another go around with his DOM ;)