How My Sex Life Came about part 2

How my Sex Life came about part 2

Neither of my parents talked to me about my sexuality or anything. I only got the beating of my life with the belt. My heart was broken as well as my ass.

My butt and the back of my thighs were bruised from that beating. Today it would have been considered abuse. But in those days it was considered beating some sense into you.

Being gay wasn’t accepted back then as it is somewhat today. Mom told me I had shamed her and my father for what I had done. She sure in hell hoped no one in our small town found out about this.

My ass was so sore I could barely sit down. My father had gone too far or perhaps I was just a sissy boy who couldn’t take a beating. Either way, my mother noticed but I didn’t think she cared.

That was not the worst. The worst was I was unsure of who or what I was. Was I gay or not? I had enjoyed my fun with Patty and also looking at my mother. However, I also loved my fun with Scott.

That beating didn’t knock the gay from me as I was unsure. My bruises would heal and fade away. But mentally it was going to take time for me to heal.

I was terrified of my father, my wet dreams were replaced with nightmares. My boogeyman was my father. I would dream of him beating me with his belt.

Even when I got wet dreams they turned into nightmares. As the boogeyman would come into them. My life seemed to turn into a living hell.

Chores and sleep were all I was allowed to do. No friends over nor was I allowed to go anywhere with them. When my friends called or came over, my mother politely informed them sorry he is grounded. Oh and my nightly visit from my boogeyman in my nightmares.

When around my father I was a yes sir, no sir person. I tried my best to avoid him at all costs. My mother heard my screams one night and came into my room she asked me what was wrong.

“Dad is my boogeyman,” I said to her.

Mom had this look of fear and anguish in her lovely eyes. I thought perhaps he was her boogeyman too. She seemed nervous maybe he beat her too.

My mother explained my father was no boogeyman. That he loved me as much as she loved me. I asked her then why had he beat me with the belt so badly.

“When god boys do good they are rewarded, when bad boys do bad they are punished,” my mother replied.

My mother had her short black silk robe on as she sat next to me. She gave me comfort hugging me tightly. Her robe was slightly opened as she hugged me.

I had a perfect view of one of her breasts. She told me I was safe in her arms. My cock grew hard faster than her huge thumb-sized nipple had. My mother saw that I was looking at her breasts.

“Do you like what you’re looking at?” My mother asked smiling.

I shook my head yes.