As my father was a closeted homosexual, my mother sought elsewhere to satisfy her whorish impulses. She went out frequently to the bars to drink and to get fucked. She knew that my father was, first, for several years, preparing to fuck me, then fucking me. I played with my brothers’ limp young cocks right in front of her, licking and sucking them, licking and tonguing their buttholes. She encouraged it. She told my brothers that I was different, that I was a faggot. She could see that my boicunt was already well used. She asked me often if I enjoyed playing with my father every day. I described to her what we did. I told her that I loved it more than anything else.

She would often be naked in front of me, stroking her pussy, fingering her butthole, squeezing her nipples. This was when my father was at work, of course. She was fucking the neighbours, too, because, often, in the middle of the day, she would tell me she would be right back, and when she came right back, she would present her cummy pussy and butthole for me to eat. When I told her that I only liked cock, she said, I am sure your father won’t mind if you eat the cum of other men from my pussy and ass. That made sense. My father encouraged me to get cock and cum anywhere and everywhere I could. My mother’s pussy and ass tasted good with all that mixed cum.

My mother was not really trying to change the way I was. She knew that I had been born a faggot, and that I would never change. She knew as well that if I was sucking my father’s cock every day, and had been for years, and eating his cum, and drinking his peepee, and licking his shitty butthole, then, from my seventh birthday on, getting fucked every day, by him and by others; that it was safe and sure that I would enjoy some dirty pleasure with her, too. From very early on, I began eating her menstruating pussy, drinking her pee, and cleaning her butthole after she shit. While I was licking her butthole, which she never wiped with toilet paper when we we alone together, savouring the smell and the taste of her shit, she would squeeze a little more shit out right into my mouth. Since I spent so much time with my father, pleasuring him, I thought that I should take care of my mother in these ways, too.

After my seventh birthday, when my mother knew that I was at long last being fucked by my father – I had begged for it long before I got it – my mother began to have more fun with me. My brothers were away during the day doing boy things. That left my mother and me to play. My father was aware, of course, of my mother’s whoring. Being gay, he never discouraged it. He would never fuck her again; so he did not care whose dick was in her pussy and in her ass. Once I was being fucked properly by my father and many neighbours, my mother felt it safe to invite men home to fuck her in front of me. When they were done, I would suck them clean, and eat her clean. It was inevitable that some of those men would want to fuck me, too. I offered my cunt to every one. My mother's acquiescence was immediate. What could be wrong with strangers fucking me if my own father was fucking me! She rubbed her pussy and fingered her butthole as she watched. How could a mother not be aroused as her son was fucked in front of her, as men dumped their loads of hot cum deep inside his young fagcunt. First they would fuck her pussy, then fuck my pussy, then fuck her ass, then fuck my mouth. We could keep them cumming, because we understood one another so well, and because we knew that our mother-son relationship was a real turn-on for them.

Of course, I never fucked my mother. I had no desire to fuck her. Crucial as well was the important detail that my dick was tiny, just a floppy clit of a dicklet. I could not have fucked her even if I had had the inclination. Despite and still, my mother had a profound influence on my homosexuality. For years, I viewed her sloppy, gaping, used, cum-filled cunt; her seemingly always erect clit; and her equally sloppy, gaping, used, and cum-filled butthole. I ate tons of cum from her holes. I ate her menstrual blood, drank her pee, and ate her shit. I often asked her to shit in my mouth – just that. It was comforting to me, like her milk was when I was younger. For years, we worked men as a team. My mother was the quintessential slut, a whore of whores. My father, from the very, very beginning, urged me along the path of my destiny into the life of a faggot. My mother, acknowledging that destiny, ensured through her example and guidance that I would become a worthy cockslut, a notable cumwhore, a wholly devoted, uncompromising, unfaltering sissy faggot.

All the men who fucked my mother and me, fucked us raw, of course, bareback. The feeding, seeding, and breeding were essential. My mother passed before the advent of HIV and AIDS. For years, I have been exposed to poz cock and cum many times every day. I take all cock and cum without restraint, no questions asked. When men confess that they are positive, I thank them for letting me know, and beg for that hot, toxic cum. I used to check my status periodically, but have not checked in a long time. I have no signs of having been pozzed, but I do not know for sure, nor do I care. My father, too, has passed, more open in his later years regarding his sexuality. Both of them would be proud of me, I am sure. I have my father’s adoration and worship of cock; my mother’s slutty, filthy whorish surrender to it.