After that my penis remaind soft, so I finally got some sleep. It was around 21:30 hours and I was tired. I thought about the events of tonight with my mama; I felt no guilt. Were that, down to my mind simply making the reason as if never met her, so she were just a stranger and not really family? Or do I just get off on wanking my cock to my mama? Mama and papa who call their grandparents by those names. Again, I question things. Like why was she so willing to help me? She masturbated as well. Was she just helping me? Or did she just have the same fetish?
Why are my emotions different? I should have been disgusted or at least left me with guilt and/or shame, but I just feel I cannot wait for next time. And Roger, it was like I knew it was wrong to do those things with his wife. Regardless of their open relationship, or not, it was family, but then they tell me they do anything for family. It was all fucked up, and to be honest, I just did not care. I wanted to cum on her tits, that why I was concerned. I just was not me anymore, so who was I becoming?
Around 10am I was up and as I had nothing to do till next week till it was my birthday or should I say our birthday. I just watch tv, a lot of porn but at this moment the doorbell rang, so I answered it. It was a delivery; I signed and brought it in. Mom was out shopping and getting her hair done, so yeah, all day alone, then I guess.
I’d not even opened the box when my phone rang. I chuckled at the who was calling, “Hey mama” I said and got my “Hello my darling wonderful boy, how are you this, erm… morning?” almost purring down the phone at me.
“A little concerned,” I answered. Resulting in her voice changing.
“What the matter, darling?” she asked.
“This treatment, it seems to influence my emotions, and no I don’t have any regret or even the slightest bit of guilt, and that’s the concern, old me would have but I’m not me, it’s like I’m changing, not sure if I like this me, if I don’t feel emotions then what’s stopping me doing bad things and having no moral compass?” my voice with concern.
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