Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2022 11:50:05 -0500 From: Hugo Dan Subject: Becoming the man of the house - Bisexual - Incest - Chapter 6 You must be 18 to read this story, I hope you like it, I would love to hear from you. hugdan0 at proton.me or g-mail. Is good to support all creators and the spaces created for them to share their work, consider donating to nifty if you have enjoyed numerous hours of kinky fun. https://donate.nifty.org/ - I had finished putting on my wrestling shoes when the coach gave us his pep talk, I was wearing my singlet up to my waist, exposing my firm and muscular torso, my chest was getting bigger with every breath, not out of nervousness, but anticipation. I put on my headgeer and got ready to put on my uniform completely, the coach slapped me on the back, the slap echoed loudly through the locker room, then he patted my broad chest nodding vigorously giving the indication that he had his full confidence in me, my nipples were erect with excitement, It wasn't a sexual excitement, it was an emotion of greatness, we were about to compete for our pass to the regionals, and this was my chance to prove my worth in the team, you see, my three friends had already graduated, and there I was, 16 years old, in the best shape I had ever been, ready to beat whoever was in front of me. I remember that first tournament, at 14 I had only been training for a short time, but my friends had helped me improve quickly, gaining strength and technique. James, Tom and Billy approached me, my nervousness was noticeable, but they made me feel better, they placed their hands on my shoulders and back. James gave me some words of encouragement, Tom said they had a welcome to the team gift for me, and Billy went for his backpack to get something out. My friends gave me a singlet. I appreciated it even though I already had one, it seemed like a nice gesture on their part. I didn't know then that it was part of a prank. I didn't know until my first match, not only was the singlet tighter on me, but they had ordered it from a low quality material. They had arranged to put me with a more advanced wrestler since it was a friendly tournament, and while I was wrestling with the guy, he applied the infamous "banana split" (look for it on YT) on me. My opponent pinned me in such a way that my back was on the ground and my legs were spread wide open with my crotch raised off the ground. The issue was not losing to the more experienced guy, but suddenly, the uniform ripped from the tension, exposing my most private parts to those there, I heard the sound of fabric tearing apart, then felt the cool air of the gym caressing my cock, my balls and my hole. I couldn't cover myself because of the key applied on me, and my opponent didn't notice the accident, everyone laughed, and after an agonizing 10 seconds I ran out of there. My three friends did not stop laughing for hours, they just saw me or looked at each other and burst out laughing. I reproached them that it wasn't funny at all, but they were my friends, there were no hurt feelings. Back to 16, the tournament was different, I already had more experience, more size, more strength, I was sure of my victory, but I still missed my friends, the three of them had graduated and went their separate ways. I went out to compete and won, everyone cheered, my coach was proud of me, he took my hand and raised it in victory, my strong biceps stretched, my exposed armpit showed my blond hair. I turned to look at the stands, many familiar faces infected with excitement, then I saw her, my mom, she was happy and jumping with excitement, then I approached and we hugged. Her arms covered my broad back with strength and I held her in my arms, lifting her slightly off the ground, I was already able to do it, and the fact is that from 15 to 16, my body had a series of remarkable changes, I not only grew in height, but also in muscles. Then a familiar figure approached me, Mr. Stevens, I looked at him with indifference, he was there accompanying my mother, he congratulated me, I shook his hand thanking him for the compliment. "Congratulations young man," he said with his usual smile. If at one time he had seemed like a nice man, in that time when he had become closer to us he didn't seem so much to me. Mom said it was jealousy on my part, and she thought it was cute, and she assured me that they were just friends, although I knew the man had other intentions, intentions that I had yet to decipher, but could not outwardly express, because... Well, I'll explain the strange dynamic that had developed. Before the interaction became more awkward I felt a hand on my shoulder, I smiled happily before without even having turned around, I turned to run into James, my friend, we immediately hugged each other, a hug that lasted longer than protocol dictates, then we were interrupted by Mr. Stevens, he reminded me that my mom had made plans to go to dinner after the tournament, I nodded and asked them for a little more time. "We'll be in the car," Mom said, "Don't keep us waiting too long." "Uhm...no mom, just give me a few minutes." "Oh don't worry," the counselor interrupted, "Take your time, they're old teammates," he clarified to my mom, "James, are you visiting? Are you in college?" "Oh no Mr Stevens, I stayed to work in my dad's business, maybe in a couple of years I'll go to college." "Sure, all in good time," said the man, I noticed my mom's grimace, it's what she did every time someone's going to college was mentioned. "Of course!" said James, "Maybe I'll go when it's Dylan's time to go," my friend smiled broadly, I looked at him and drew a smile even though inside I knew the argument about "leaving home" will await at home. "Ok...it's getting late," my mom had no qualms about ending the conversation. "I can take Dylan, if that's okay," James proposed. "I don't think that's a good idea," mom said slowly, maybe trying to come up with some excuse, "We have a reservation..." "Oh come on, let James take him, they're old friends, they'll want to catch up... with... boys stuff..." Mr. Stevens' words might have held no malice for other people, but we knew what he meant. James and I just looked at each other with an unexpressive look on our faces. Any insinuation did not stop us from doing what we wanted, I had triumphed that night by forcibly subduing the wrestlers that were put in front of me, but in the solitude of James' car it was different, my friend fucked me on the back seat of his car, that same car that some time ago had been Tom's. Our friend had put it up for sale before he left for college since his uncle - the one with the fancy house and the beach house - had given him a new car as a gift for going to a prestigious college. I was leaning with my knees on the soft seat, holding on with my hands wherever I could as James rammed his long cock inside me, I moaned with each thrust. Our jeans were down to our knees, James' hands held me tightly and slid under my tshirt, his long fingers caressed my ripped torso, feeling every groove of my chiseled muscles, then he reached up to my chest, James leaned over me to rest his body on my back, then he pulled me tight against him, his hand held me, and his fingertips teased my nipples, I felt a tingling in my oval shaped nipples, an electric shock that traveled from that point to every nerve ending in my body, I moaned louder and bit my lower lip trying to stifle that expression of pleasure, I heard James chuckle, he liked to provoke me those involuntary expressions of pleasure. It wasn't the first time I did it with James. Obviously it wasn't the first, but I mean after my other friends left town, James and I still kept in touch even though he had graduated, he started working in his dad's business and from time to time, when there was an opportunity we would see each other, this is where Mr. Stevens comes in the picture. After that unexpected meeting at my house with Mr. Stevens, I knew something was up, the man would not be there by chance, he knew about my trip, he knew about me lying to my mom. But he didn't say anything. My mom had become convinced that I needed a male figure in my life, to which Mr. Stevens offered his help. And it's not that he wanted to take my dad's place, oh god no, my mom had no intention of dating the man, or so she said then and she made sure to let both me and him know it. But the visits to the counselor started to become more frequent, longer and deeper talks, him trying to get to know me a little more and me trying not to reveal as much as I could. Things stayed airtight for a while, until one day I had no choice. James and I were meeting somewhere, we went to dinner, or maybe a movie, I don't remember and it's not important. What happened was that after hanging out together, we felt like "doing things", so James parked in a remote place, where we thought no one would see us and we did our thing in the back seat, we were both completely naked, I don't know if it was James fucking me or me fucking him, we had done it so many times already like that, but that night we didn't realize that someone approached, it was until they knocked on the window that we noticed the presence, then the flashlight, it was a cop! The policeman and his partner were perplexed, they expected to see a couple of boy and girl, they never imagined that they were two dudes. Maybe because they were such assholes they wanted to give us a hard time, a bigger pickle than we were already in, they made us get out of the vehicle, and made us stand in front of their car, we couldn't see anything but the car lights, James and I covered our penis with our hands and these two made us turn around, claiming they needed full evidence of the act, and what better than to appear on the patrol car's surveillance camera. Fortunately - I'd like to think so - James wasn't yet 18, and we were both underage, the real predicament was that the fuckers wanted to call our parents, we begged them not to, but they wouldn't listen. Then one of them asked me to give him my parents' number, my breathing was agitated, my heart was pumping hard and my brain stopped working, maybe because I went into that trance or self-saving mode, the first thing that came to my mind was Mr. Stevens' number. I don't know why I thought of him, I didn't like the guy, but I remembered that every time we met he insisted that if I ever needed something, I could go to him, no matter the situation. Mr. Stevens arrived almost immediately, pulled the officers aside and talked to them for what seemed to me like 30 minutes, while James and I stood in front of the patrol lights in the middle of that lonely field that we thought no one would see us. Then I watched Mr. Stevens shake hands with the two officers, they were saying goodbye, the counselor gave a brotherly pat to one of them and they headed for their car. Mr. Stevens approached us and told us that it was taken care of, that there would be no major problem. James and I took a deep breath of relief. "Okay, James, you can go..." "What, just James?", I asked. "Yes, I'll drive you home." "But...", I understood that I shouldn't argue, the man had saved my ass, or so I thought. At least from that mess with the cops he had saved me, but what would be the cost? I grabbed my clothes from James' car and walked to where Mr. Stevens had parked, I barely managed to put on my underwear when he hurried me up, we were on private property and someone had made the complaint call and we had to get out of there immediately. "So that's it...", deducted the high school counselor "That thing you're so suspiciously hiding", he said right away, Mr. Stevens insisted that there was something I didn't want to tell him, something I was holding very deeply and maybe that was what was keeping me from opening up completely, "James is your boyfriend", he assured. "No!", I exclaimed instantly, turning to see him, I was sitting on the passenger seat with my clothes balled up in my lap. "It's okay," he said in a serene tone, letting me know he understood and that it was okay, but he didn't know the whole picture, then he continued, "It doesn't have to be, I don't judge hook ups, but you have to be careful, if you're gay you have to..." "I'm not gay!" I interrupted him sharply, I remained staring at the floor of the car where my bare feet rested. "Ok, ok! Okay, you're not, and it's fine, it's okay to explore and...", the man continued his lecture on safe sex and responsibility, trying to get me to talk. "James is not my boyfriend... I'm not gay... I'm not exploring...", I wanted to clarify again, "It's not the first time... it's something we do... occasionally... we like it... but it doesn't mean we are...", maybe it sounded absurd and that was what kept me from saying it out loud, "We are men... we like women...", I took a deep breath, frustrated at trying to explain something I was clear about, but had a hard time expressing, "Ok! I don't know how this sounds but, doing what we do, makes us feel... more..." "Manly...", he completed and I nodded, then he sighed, "It has something to do with that thing we talked about once in my office? About being more manly... being stronger...", I nodded again, I knew he wasn't going to get it, and he didn't. Back at that night after the tournament, James continued to fuck me, we were in the car, we became more cautious about where to park, but not being entirely safe we stayed with our clothes on, so we had our pants down to our knees and our t-shirts on, we couldn't go anywhere else more private. James kept caressing my nipples, he knew the effect they had on me, then he squeezed one with his fingers, it made me moan louder, "Wait...", I begged him, but he continued, I moaned again, I felt my cock throbbing, drops of precum dripped from the tip, then he pinched my nipple again, and I moaned louder, "Maybe it would be a good idea if you used the mouthguard? " he referred to the wrestler's equipment to protect the teeth, I was focused on the pleasure his cock was giving me in my ass and the stimulation of my nipples, then with one more pinch, I came, between spasms and spurts I had an orgasm that flooded me with pleasure. My friend and I stayed at the back seat catching our breaths before heading to where I was supposed to meet mom and Mr Stevens. At Mr. Stevens' insistence, James joined us for dinner, it was a nice, pleasant conversation and good food, mom got to know James and they got along well, I was glad to finally unite those two important people in my life, and well, Mr. Stevens was already part of it, and there was nothing I could do about it. The counselor left mom and me at our house, I went ahead to enter and she stayed saying goodbye, I turned to see them, the two were talking and I couldn't help but smile mockingly, the man had no chance with that incredible woman, she already had a real man at home who would take care of making her happy. And so it was, at least that night I made her scream really loud. As soon as she entered the room I pounced on her, I had her pinned against the wall, shw was between that and the wall of muscles that I'd become, I began to kiss her, she tried to protest the abruptness but she understood the accumulated energy that I brought from the wrestling tournament. I was stripping her of her clothes, she was trying to stop me, I had already torn enough clothes in the last months, she told me "Dylan, I can't afford more new clothes if you keep on tearing the ones I have..." Once we were naked, I took her to the bed, she lay down and I settled between her legs, she took my cock and couldn't help exclaiming with surprise how big I had gotten, that filled me with satisfaction and pride. "It's so thick... and big...", dad didn't have it like that... I was sure of that, I was a better version of him. Then I thrust my fat cock inside her wet pussy, she moaned arching her back up on the bed, reaching for the backrest and clenching her delicate hands to the blanket, I leaned myself with my hands and began to move, I reached for her mouth but she kept it open, breathing deeply and heavy feeling her son, not only filling her, but pushing out her inner walls. I got better at sucking on her breasts, which drove her even crazier. By that point in my life, I knew what we were doing was wrong, there was no middle point on incest, no justification, it was wrong, period. But that didn't stop us, the pleasure was immense, the sensation I got from giving pleasure to my mom was incomparable, but that didn't stop me from thinking about it during the post-nut clarity, many times I would lie in bed catching my breath thinking about what I had done, I had fucked my mom, it was something that gave us pleasure, but also something that we couldn't say openly, no matter how good it felt, if it couldn't be revealed without getting frowns it was wrong. I started having those thoughts at 16, maybe because of maturity, or maybe because I was a horny teenager who was starting to notice other girls. I could not date or go out like everyone else, it was forbidden, it was a drama every time I told my mom that I had been invited to a party or to go to the movies, in the end she let me go, but the subsequent scrutiny was insufferable, it was an interrogation that could last for days. Who was there, if I met someone, who is this or that girl ... horrible. I came inside her with strong thrusts, I grunted every time my cock reached the bottom feeling how my ropes of cum were shoot out and covered my dick as it had no other place to flow, it was a feeling of pleasure and strength, she clung to me while experiencing one of her multiple and long orgasms, I stayed on top of her hugging her, my face on her chest feeling the last streams of semen flowing imagining how my seed was searching for that egg that would never be inseminated, but it was kinky for me to think about the possibility of impregnating her, it was the one thing I might not experience being the man of the house. It was complicated to feel like the man of the house outside the bedroom, although inside the bedroom I was dominant, strong, the one who was already directing the caressing sessions, outside it was different, and reading the environment was very difficult. For example, the next day I woke up, I was still completely naked, a hard erection adorned my crotch and a growing urge to urinate invaded me, I got up and went to the bathroom, the water in the shower could be heard falling, I entered without warning, there was no shame between mom and me, I leaned with one hand on the wall and pointed to the toilet, it took a few seconds for the stream to come out but there was no further problem, I could see the silhouette of my mom taking a shower, I imagined her hands delicately passing over her curves, lathering her delicate body with a sponge while the water cleaned her skin. Then I dared to ask. "Can I take a shower with you?", I asked as a son, and from her answer I was to deduce the role I would play, whether as a son or a man. She could tell me "Yes, get in sweety" or "honey", and I would understand that Dylan, the son could shower with his mom and she would lovingly soap my back, but if she referred to me by name, the situation was different. There was also the possibility that when I asked she would answer that she was done showering and go out. But that time, she just said "Sure", what the hell was I supposed to understand by that? I opened the shower curtain and stepped in, the water began to fall on my ripped body, my slender waist widening into my chest and back, my thighs toned and strong, I looked at her and she brought her hand to my chest, delicately soaping me while looking into my eyes, she was impressed by my physical change, I was no longer that scrawny boy of 12 tickling his mother's insides, but a man who could satisfy her to the point of exhaustion. I closed the distance between us and kissed her, I glued my body to hers, and held her against the wall, she clung to my body, I lifted one leg and sought to guide my hard cock to her pussy, it slipped instantly and she pulled her face away from me so she could take a sharp intake of breath and moan loudly, "Oh Dylan!" she exclaimed, "You are so big... and strong..." "Yes mommy...", I whispered. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Why do you want to be strong?" the counselor asked me, "You are young, you will grow up, you are athletic, your body will mature." "Yes... but I need to be stronger..." "But why Dylan? I don't understand," Mr. Stevens insisted when we were in his office one day after he had bailed James and me out. "Did you grow up with both your parents, Mr Stevens?" "Fortunately yes Dylan." "Then you're not going to understand." "You mean to tell me you want to be strong because your dad passed away?. Dylan, you want to be strong for your mom?" I was looking at the floor, avoiding Mr. Stevens' gaze, my foot kept twitching from the anxiety it was causing me. The man sighed, "It's not your duty, you know that?", he paused briefly, "I think it would be wise for you to talk it over with your mom, it's not fair to you that you feel you have to have that burden, we can do a session together if..." "No!", I interrupted him. I interrupted him as I had many times before when he was approaching a point where we could be exposed. "Okay, no problem... but...", he was silent for a moment, he was thoughtful, he had a pen in his hand, with which he repeatedly tapped his desk, then he said, "Would you let me do something different?" "Like what?" "Make an appointment with a doctor, a friend, one who is trustworthy, and expose your doubts about growth... he can give you better guidance, so you can be at ease..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------- I kept tapping my foot against the floor and my hands clinging to the armrest in the waiting room. Mr. Stevens hadn't convinced me that day, but eventually I agreed to make the doctor's visit, the counselor was sitting next to me, reading a magazine and looking calm, I didn't understand why I felt so nervous. Then they called me in. We entered the office, the light was clear and everything looked neat like any other doctor's office, the doctor looked older than Mr. Stevens, maybe 50 years old, he was tall and thick, his hair was gray and he wore glasses. Dr. Wright - that was his name - and Mr. Stevens greeted each other as the old friends they were. Mr. Stevens explained the matter to his friend and he listened attentively, nodded to each comment, and pursed his lips trying not to interrupt, waiting for his turn to speak to elaborate. I looked at them both, feeling exposed, but safe because the subject revealed nothing secret. Then Mr. Stevens told him about my paper on semen therapy, I was perplexed, my mouth went dry and I kept my eyes open like plates. The doctor didn't say anything, he didn't even frown at such an idea, I clasped my hands on the chairs and waited for it to be the doctor's turn to speak. "Well... before I give you my explanation, I would like to do a check-up, would you allow me to do that Dylan? Have you had a physical exam before?" "Uhm... Yes, I think, I've been checked by the doctor before, sure." Well, the checkup was like any other routine physcial, or at least that's how it started, the doctor checked my height, my weight, my mouth, stuck one of those popsicle sticks in, then checked my blood pressure, and asked me to take my shirt off to use his stethoscope, so far so good, nothing that hadn't been done to me before, then he asked me to get off the examination table and take off my pants, I looked at the doctor and then at Mr. Stevens, they were both quiet, and without hesitation I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. "Your underwear too, please", it wasn't going to be the first time I was naked in front of other people, and the truth is that I always firmly believed that between men there is no problem at all, we have the same parts, so I obeyed. I straightened up after bending down pulling my jeans and then put my clothes on a chair, I stood again between the examination table and Dr Wright, by instinct I tugged my penis separating it from my balls and let them fall freely, "very good", said the doctor. He then approached me and without warning grabbed my bulge in his hand, he made me wince, but I could not pull back much as he firmly grasped my cock and balls, I looked at the doctor in astonishment, then at Mr. Stevens, neither of whom had any expression on their faces. I felt a gentle squeeze on my privates, followed by another, and another. Then he let go of my cock to grab only my balls, "Cough," the doctor instructed me, I looked at him inches away from me, the man was taller, so I had to bow my head, "Again," and I did it again, then he set about examining each of my testicles, touching them roughly, but not making me feel pain, I pursed my lips, trying not to complain hoping it would be over soon. Then Dr Wright turned away and walked to his desk, sat down and started to write some things on his notepad, I wanted to approach the chair where I had my things and the doctor turned to see me and told me not to get dressed yet. "Oh," I exclaimed with a bit of surprise, I was to stand there naked with those two men, not that I felt uncomfortable, it was just unusual. "Dylan, what I see is that you are a healthy boy, it shows at a glance, you are athletic, you are in good shape, but I understand the restlessness of wanting to be better. I remind you that bigger, or more muscular does not mean healthier...", I nodded to what he was telling me, and I understood his point perfectly, what they did not understand yet, was mine, "But to be sure, I will ask you to do a blood test". I didn't know what else could be on the lookout for if I needed those studies for a better diagnosis, until he continued, "As for what Jay is telling me about semen therapy," there again someone else referring to the counselor by his first name, "I'm surprised you came up with that...or tell me Dylan, did you hear it from someone else?" I gulped and stayed silent for a moment, then I looked at Mr. Stevens, he knew about my encounters with James. Then I looked around, I was in a doctor's office, there is doctor-patient privilege, so I told Dr Wright what had happened with my friends, maybe not in detail, but they got to know how things happened. I was surprised that there was no reaction from the men, they just looked at each other and I noticed how Mr. Stevens glanced at Dr Wright, as if he had already told him what had happened. Then the doctor stood up. "Ok Dylan, please turn to the examination table and lean with your forearms", I did it obediently without knowing what to expect, the man took out some latex gloves and put them on while he said, "You are a smart guy Dylan, and that theory you share with your friends is not very far from truth, what I am curious to know is where they got it from... you know..... " I heard the springy sound of the gloves as he put them on, "A group of doctors were developing that theory a while back, but there weren't the results needed for the research to continue...", I felt the doctor's warm hand on my lower back, "Bend down a little more Dylan, and lift your buttocks up", I did as instructed, "One of those doctors was me, Dylan... so I'm surprised it reached to the ears of some high schoolers... Jay, could you pass me that tube of gel over there". The counselor stood up to assist the doctor, I heard the squirting sound of gel, I couldn't help but look back, what was he going to do? "Okay Dylan, I need to check your prostate." "What?! But isn't that what they check on old men? I'm 15 years old!" "That's right Dylan, but I have to do a thorough check up to see if there is a problem. Relax...from what you tell me, it won't be the first time something has been up here, and this time it will be in a professional manner..." I swallowed and felt Dr Wright's fingers, but what made me wince was the coldness of the gel. His fingers made circular motions on my hole, I felt the doctor's hand move from my lower back to my left butt cheek, the man squeezed it, "I'm sorry, but I have to spread it a bit for better access... Jay, could you help me by grabbing his other cheek?" Then I felt the counselor's hand squeeze the other one, exposing my ass hole, immediately the doctor put pressure, the gel made his finger slide easily inside, I endured any expression that might come out of my mouth, I closed my eyes and thought of something out of that place. The doctor explored my anus slowly and carefully, each time inserting more, while I held on tightening my lips, "Ok Dylan, I'll insert a second finger." Was that even necessary? Wasn't the index finger enough to feel if anything was wrong? I nodded knowing he was an expert on the subject, then I felt the second finger go in, I pressed my hands on the other end of the examination table, I felt his knuckles, that meant that his two fingers were completely inside me, "Aha!", the doctor exclaimed, "There it is...", he said massaging inside me, "I don't notice anything abnormal... you are in perfect condition Dylan, I think what you have is just wrong ideas about how a 15 year old boy should look like". Then Mr. Stevens dared to mention my concern about taking care of my mom, I couldn't turn to look at him because of the intrusion in my ass, but I let it pass because of the confidentiality of being in the doctor's office. "I see..." said the doctor still massaging my insides, "You don't have to worry Dylan... wow! what's going on here?", he interrupted himself, "Can you spread your legs a little bit Dylan? ", and so I did, "Wow, the exam maybe over stimulated you", I couldn't see it, but I felt my erection to the top, the fucking massage on my prostate was making me feel so good that my cock got hard, "You are leaking some precum Dylan, please Jay, bring a tissue and clean it before it drops to the floor". Mr Stevens obeyed, suddenly I felt the pressure of the tissue and his fingers on the tip of my cock, "I think it would be wise, now that Dylan is quite stimulated, to take a semen sample and have the lab do the check at once... Jay, be a dear and take a sample jar from that drawer and help Dylan please..." What was he going to do? I could not react instantly as I was in another dimension, the dimension of pleasure, a strange pleasure coming from a professional, from my doctor. "What should I do?" asked Mr. Stevens, then the doctor laughed. "Should I explain it to you?", he chuckled. Then the high school counselor took some gel and began to masturbate me, oh my goodness! The pleasure intensified and I couldn't help but let out a moan, "That's it Dylan, perfect, let yourself go, give us a good sample of your cum, give us that load, show us how much of a man you are," then the doctor stopped squeezing my buttcheek but I immediately felt the smack of his huge hand on my ass making the loud spank resonate, I couldn't take it anymore, and I moaned loudly letting my jets of cum fall on the jar Mr. Stevens was holding. Back in the shower with mom, I held her with my strong arms, my big fat cock went in and out as the water poured over us, her moans mixed with screams, her hands gripped my back and pushing hard against the cold tile I unloaded inside, my cum was plentiful, much more than it was before that visit to the doctor. I was being praised for my body, I got looks everywhere, but the best was mom's look of pride and lust for me.