Date: Tue, 23 Mar 2004 10:11:33 -0500 (GMT-05:00) From: dave Subject: Poor Sick Pastard chapter 2 Check chapter one for the disclaimer to this story. Poor Sick Bastard Chapter 2 The Galls Bitches Chris used a blow dryer to dry me because a towel would have been torture. I dried Chris off with a towel. I did his front and paid particular attention to his genitalia. I still couldn't get over how smooth he looked and felt. I loved it and decided that's what I wanted for myself. I spun him around and had him lean against the sink. He spread his legs and I toweled him down from his neck to his ass. Those round bubble butt globes of his were intoxicating. It was as if I had never seen him before and as if he were a girl. I must have been in gay denial. I looked at what I was doing and it dawned on me that I was no longer drying him, because the towel had magically fallen to the floor. I was up against him with both of my hands cupping his ass cheeks firmly and my dick grinding between those globes of flesh mock fucking him. I was also kissing his neck as he was moaning in delight. I was in cruise control with nobody at the wheel. We looked in each other's eyes through the mirror and smiled. It dawned on me that with our hair still damp we looked very much alike. He turned his head slowly as I kissed along his cheeks until our lips met in a passionate love-clutch. Our lips and tongues were four separate lovers engaged in their own embrace. "Your food is getting cold!" Mom yelled. This brought us back to reality and we smiled wide teethed at each other and put our foreheads together so they could share in our love. We both walked proudly sporting throbbing cocks for the entire world to see and holding hands to the dining room table. We sat next to each other with mom at our left at the head of the table and Tora across from her. Normally I would have sat across from mom because I was the man of the house, but I wanted to sit next to my ex-best friend and newfound lover. Each time we served ourselves was agony because we had to let go of each other's hands, but rejoined them under the table as the bowl of whatever was passed around. When all the food was dished out and we had reluctantly released each other's hands to eat mom heaved a sigh. "So you two have discovered love?" We looked at each other with burning love in our eyes and nodded. "Yes mom I think so." I answered softly never taking my eyes off Chris. "You know love is something I never had." She said. My heart sank to my stomach when she said that. "What?" "No, I never had love in my life, I mean I love you kids, but I got pregnant with you Peter at a high school homecoming party that I was invited to by Chris's dad when I was only thirteen. The boys passed me around like the bottles of liquor they were drunk on. From then on I was a labeled as a whore even by my parents and banished to the streets. I became a hooker to survive and that's how I got pregnant with Tora as well before I was finally able to get my tubes tied." I had a feeling mom was a prostitute, but that's one of those things you never wanted confirmed, so I never asked. I had no idea what to say to her. I was having what us kids called a brain fart. "So you're gay. I don't care about that at all." Mom continued. "Some of my best friends are gay and I love them dearly. However, in my eyes now you are fully-grown men and a couple. Therefore as a man and the man of this house you Peter are going to take on some more responsibilities around here. While not in school you will both work for me. I know you are only thirteen, but so was I when I started to earn my own way." Then she looked at Chris. "Chris I know your dad well. He's one of my best customers and always has been." I watched Chris's stunned eyes as he listened to the news that his father the devoted husband to his mother has been a John to his best friends prostitute mom all his life. I could never describe the expression on his face. He was not only devastated but defeated. "You are going to tell him that you're gay and in love with my son." Mom insisted sternly and without emotion. "He'll kill me." Chris stammered with tears swelling in his eyes and lower lip quivering. Chris's dad had to be the reddest neck of all red necks on earth and hated fags. I knew Chris was right. He would kill him. Mom took a bite of food and chewed with mouth open saying. "He won't kill you. He'll kick you out." "Yeah he will." Chris agreed fearfully. "And then where will I live?" "You'll live right here with us and at Peter's side where you belong." Again unemotional. Suddenly it all became clear. Mom wasn't being cold hearted. She knew exactly what she was doing. There are two kinds of educations. One is a proper education in school and college. Then there is the street and if there were a doctorate in street smarts mom would be a professor. "Don't worry." Mom continued. "I'm going to go with you when you tell him. Now finish eating and get dressed. Tora you will stay home with your brother." She then gave her a strange wink that I had never seen before. I didn't know what was going to happen at Chris`s house, but I knew mom and I knew that when it came to us kids she was a mother grisly bear and would defend us to the death. I remember when I was about nine years old. She had a man spending the night. Come to think of it after that night no man ever graced our doorway again. Anyway, I was sound asleep, but awoke sharply to the sound of something crashing. I stepped cautiously to my bedroom door and cracked it open. On the floor I saw a huge black man laying face down in the hallway with blood gushing out of his head. I'll never forget his spread out arms looked like elephant legs. There was a gun lying next to his right hand and the hallway table was in shards around him. Mom was standing over him in a karate stance and it looked as if she had hardly broken a sweat. She picked the phone off the floor amongst all the rubble and dialed nine-one-one. That's when I knew you may fuck my mom, but you never fuck with her. After she hung up the phone she reached down and picked up his gun. She emptied it and spat on his head. She reached down and took out his wallet from his back pocket, removed all the money in it and stuffed it in her red see-through teddy between her cleavage. She kicked him in the ribs real hard. "Nobody threatens my kid's asshole." She calmly hissed. >From that day on as long as mom was home I was never afraid of anything. I slept as sound as a baby. We had finished eating and cleared the table. After we scarped the leftovers in the garbage disposer and rinsed the dishes Chris went to get dressed. I pleaded to go with even though I knew mom would say no because I was still walking stiffly. They were both dressed and out of the house even before I helped my sister put the dishes in the dishwasher. When they were out of the house Tora looked at me and grabbed my dick abruptly. "Gay or not." She said while pulling hard causing me to wince in pain. "Mom said you're going to fuck me with this." She boldly stated with an evil grin. "What?" She didn't repeat herself. I watched in shock and awe as she gave me a harder tug and let my stretched out dick go with a snap. She walked purposely to the living room and lay spread eagle on the couch. "Come on faggot." She ordered while spreading her tiny bald cunt lips. "We ain't got much time." It suddenly rang in clear as a bell. I may have been the man of the house and Chris may be my male lover, but the females were in full charge.