‘Caleb and Daniel

Hi, my name is Matt Bennett. And last week I turned 15. And for my birthday present, my mom is taking me to a “secret place”
My mom is 31, and really beautiful, not hot, beautiful. She has long straight black hair that reaches down to her lower back. Her eyes are small, but she makes up for it with her dark eyeliner. And her lips are large, round, and full of collagen. She’s slender, has a large (silicone) rack, and an ass to kill for. Just in case you’re wondering I’m not attracted to my mother, she’s not my type, I prefer my girlfriends to be more natural.
My mom got pregnant when she was 15, and then was kicked out of her family. All I know about her family is that they’re a bunch of religious nuts. That’s all she’ll tell me about them. After she was kicked out my mom ran with her boyfriend. And when I turned 2, it was time for her boyfriend felt the need to run out. She remarried a couple of years later to an old man named George. George wasn’t much of a dad, he was the type of man who would rather spend time at work or bang my mother, than teach me how to play catch. George died in less than a year after mom married him, leaving us with a fortune that ensured neither of us would have to work again.
I took after my mom’s in the looks department. I had black hair that I liked to keep messy. My skin was pale, almost white. My eyes were small and grey. And I didn’t have to work out to stay fit. But my favorite part about my body was my cock. It was seven inches long and thick.
I was an only child. I never cooked or cleaned, we had housekeepers for that. Instead my mom preferred that I stay indoors and read which I happily obliged too. I hated the outdoors, and getting messy.
On my sixteenth birthday my mom took me to Leonardo’s, our favorite restaurant. After I had finished eating my lobster my mother turned to me with a serious look in her eyes. “I need to get out of here, I’m too stressed out to live in New York anymore, and it’s time for me to move.” This wasn’t unexpected, mom usually got “too stressed out” after we lived in any place for more than six months. “I think I want to move out of New York by this Friday, do you think you can say goodbye to your friends by then?”
“Sure I said.” It’s not like I had friends, I knew better than that. Every time I started fitting in with a group of people my mom got “stressed out.”
“Maybe I should take you somewhere secret” mom added as if this were an afterthought, then she winked at me.
So Friday rolled around. And I was getting anxious as to where my mother was taking me. My mom and I had boarded a plane to Massachusetts. Is this were we would be living next?
When we arrived at the airport my mom rented a car and drove us to a town called Washteck. We had to stay the night in a motel six, as it was the most decent hotel around. We fell asleep on our lumpy beds, though I don’t know how I slept with my mother complaining all night.
A loud banging broke the silence of my sleep. Who the fuck is knocking at my door at 4:30 in the morning, I had checked the bedside alarm clock. I stumbled over to answer the door.
I pulled the door open, about ready to give the asshole an earful. But when I opened the door, the most beautiful man I had ever seen was facing me, He was a blonde, tan, and had a body that could only have been acquired by hours of working out each day. His hair went down to his shoulders, and his beard matched the length of his hair. But the most surprising quality was his choice of clothing, he wore a pair of gray sandals and a pair of grey slacks, and that was it. No shirt. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his barging chest. I suddenly longed to be held by that chest, and to place a dozen little kisses on it. WAIT what am I thinking about, I’m not gay!!?
The man looked at me with his grey eyes and said, “I am your Uncle Bartholomew, It is so nice to finally see you, Daniel.”
I looked at the man with a dumbstruck face. “I think you have the wrong room, my name is Matt.” I turned around to look at my mom, and saw she looked scared and had been crying. Had this big man scared her?
Bartholomew turned her and said in a monotonous voice, “Sister Ruth, it’s good of you to do this.”
“Listen mister, you have the wrong place,” I said and reached for the door, I was sorry that I had to say goodbye to Bartholomew, but what else could I do?
My mom suddenly became fierce, “wait,” she cried.