Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
For as long as I can remember, you’ve been different than other boys. Your voice was always a little softer, more feminine. Your mannerisms more gentile. It wasn’t long before people started to talk. Mentioning how my son might be a faggot. I’m not one of those moms who would be ashamed of a gay son, but I wanted to do everything I could for you.
Baby, I had to do it to save you from the cruel and harsh treatments of this world! People would bully you if Mommy didn’t try to make you straight. It was just as hard for me that first night I came into your room and told you I would help you. There was so much fear in your face when I told you to take down your pants.
Mommy Will Make You Straight
“Mommy will help your body learn to react to a woman’s touch,” I spoke softly as you stood, shaking like a leaf before me. Well, there’s good news, I thought when you pulled down your briefs, and your penis wasn’t flaccid. Instead, it bobbed between us even though you were nervous. You almost sucked up all the air in the room when I curled my fingers around the base of your cock.
I placed my hand on your chest, feeling your heart pounding against your ribs. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Your head shook no, and you asked me to stop with a weak voice. I watched a tiny tear trip over your eyelid and trickled down your cheek as I began to stroke. A shivered moans slipped through your lips. “That’s it, baby. Mommy is here for you. Mommy will make you straight.” It wasn’t long before you’re cock exploded in my grip. However, I could tell it would take more than one orgasm to cure you.
I kissed your forehead and told you we would do this every night until just the sight of Mommy made you hard. Then you’d no longer be in danger of being a faggot.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270