Mother Love

Blonde and thin Loretta Delany (née Barsky) was born and grew up in Rego Park, Queens. During her senior year of high school, she got a part-time job as a waitress at an area diner to save money for college. She soon became infatuated with the charming Irish American rogue short-order cook, 19-year-old brown-haired Tommy Delany. One thing led to another; Loretta was pregnant.

Her parents had a tense meeting with Tommy. Loretta was nearly showing in June when she graduated. She and Tommy were soon married, Hunter College wasn’t happening. The couple moved to a local apartment, she gave birth to her golden boy, Matthew in October. Within two years, the cheating Tommy had enough of the pressure of supporting a family and had run off. Loretta got a job as a bank teller at a nearby Bankers Trust Branch. Her mother watched Matthew in the daytime.

The years flew by, it was 1995, Loretta was 36, had advanced to head teller which barely paid enough to get by. Matthew was soon to graduate high school. Withdrawn, he was a poor student and couldn’t get into a decent college, there was talk of trade school but for what? He was shy, especially around girls.

At 18, he was medium height, thin, had curly blond hair and blue eyes. He was cute when he smiled, which wasn’t often. He was typically sullen, and his pouty lips mostly scowled. Usual teenage angst.

One Saturday morning with the weekend off, Loretta finally summoned up the energy to gather a bunch of stuff which her deceased grandmother had left her that was cluttering up the living room. These included a set of undistinguished china, lamps and boxes of photograph albums. She filled up a shopping cart, took the elevator to the basement and went to her section of the crowded storage room. She’d locked the door behind her, better safe than sorry as she was all alone.

Loretta put the dishes on a shelf, sat on a stool and opened a photo album and looked at long ago events. She heard the door unlocked and then locked. She heard two people walking around, they stopped in a nearby area. She peeked through a crack in a wall of carton boxes and got a view. There was the Puerto Rican building superintendent’s tough 19-year-old son Angel. He was wearing a white tank top and red sweatpants with a pronounced bulge. He was a hellion, in a gang, had girlfriends and already a few kids.

The other person was her son Matthew. Matthew fondled Angel’s crotch, then pulled down those red sweatpants. Angel wasn’t wearing underwear, so his gigantic dick sprang forward, and his stunning balls flopped down. Matthew stroked the thick dick and handled the balls. He got on his knees and took Angel’s manhood in his mouth. Angel’s was the biggest dick Loretta had ever seen and her son was sucking on it.

Mothers always know when their sons are gay, deep-down Loretta had to admit to herself that the signs of this had been there, she just hadn’t wanted to accept it. They’d been in their own worlds, she worked full-time, and he was at school. Matthew growing up without a father must have made him that way.   

Mothers don’t want to watch their sons sucking dick, but that’s what Loretta did. Strangely, she didn’t feel horrified, disgusted or sad. Instead, she was fascinated. She was a grown woman who’d had sex, now, her son with all his troubles was the happiest she’d ever seen him be as he licked all over Angel’s cock and balls. He smiled before he took that huge thing all the way down his throat and bobbed his head up and down on it, looking into Angel’s eyes. Angel was sighing, “That’s the way! Fuck, you suck a good dick, chico. You got me so fucking hard. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you again!”

Matthew rose and handed Angel a tube from his pocket. He undid his jeans and bent over a large rocking horse. Angel squirted his dick and Matthew’s lovely pale ass. Loretta watched in wonderment as Angel shoved his huge dick in one grand swoop into Matthew’s small ass. The rocking horse rocked back and forth.  

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Fuck me Angel! Give me your big fucking cock!” wailed Matthew as Angel athletically bucked his hips, sending his eight inches of cut Puerto Rican meat in and out of Matthew’s fantastically stretched out asshole. “Take my dick, fucking puta!” snarled Angel. There was the sound of Angel’s firm balls slapping against Matthew’s ass.

The door unlocked again. “Yo! You started without me?!” laughed Miquel, the handsome 37-year-old super and Angel’s father, carrying a paper bag. 

“Hey, you know this maricon is always hungry for dick!” laughed Miguel as he continued fucking.

Miguel undid his overalls and took his dick out; it was even bigger than Angel’s. He soon had it down Matthew’s throat. As he sucked Miguel’s dick Matthew was still getting fucked by Angel on the rocking horse. Matthew was gurgling from the joy of taking two big dicks at both ends. Angel soon grunted and pulled out, a stream of his cum flowed from Matthew’s ass. Miguel then walked over and began fucking the babbling Matthew whose obvious pleasure intensified. Miguel grunted, pulled out and more cum oozed from Matthew’s ass. Matthew stood up, on the rocking horse’s saddle was the puddle of cum he’d just shot off from Miguel fucking him.

From the bag, Miguel passed out Coronas, there was camaraderie the afterglow of tremendous sexual satisfaction as the three sweaty men sipped and smoked Newports. Matthew wasn’t a boy anymore; he was man who knew what he liked, which was being sexually submissive. Loretta was overcome at how radiant and confident he was with the father and son. After their libations, they cleaned up, dressed and left.

Loretta stood; her head was spinning from what she’d just witnessed. How long had this been going on? How did it start? It’s not as though she could ask Matthew. She waited awhile and then left. She and Matthew ate dinner as if nothing was wrong. Then he left to “meet up with friends.” What was he really up to?

“Don’t snoop, chances are you’ll find something you won’t like” is an old saying. It was too late for that thought Loretta as she went into Matthew’s room. She looked through his desk, his bureau and his closest without finding anything unusual. She looked under the bed, there was a briefcase. She pulled it out, it had a combination lock. She began thinking of birthdays or anything Matthew might have used. Aha! 327! Their address was 327 Post Road! She opened the briefcase. There were several gay porn DVDs, a large flesh colored dildo with balls, a large bottle of lube and a composition notebook. She opened it and read the entry for March 11, that day’s date:

3/11: Miguel Angel BJ/Fuck Storage Room

Below was:

3/10: Sean BJ Car Michael BJ School Men’s Room

3/9: David BJ/Fuck My Room

3/8: Michael BJ Gym Locker Room

3/7: Sean BJ Car Steve (Mailman) BJ/Fuck My Room

3/6: Michael BJ School Men’s Room Miguel Angel BJ/Fuck My Room

3/5: Steve (Cop) Luis BJ/Fuck Patrol Car

There was also a separate table with the heading “Dick” followed by names of many men not all included here:

Michael (Student) ***

Sean (Student) ****

David (Student) ***

Miguel (Super) *****

Angel (Super Son) *****

Steve (Mailman) ****

Steve (Cop) ***

Luis (Cop) *****

So, Matthew had a five-star rating for his men’s dick’s. He was a good judge in that department as there were no 2’s or 1’s.  

Loretta was queasy reading Matthew’s journal entries of his sex life. There it all was in black and white for posterity. A few months ago, were the first entries for Miguel, soon joined by Angel. Loretta thought back to all the interactions she’d had with them, they must have laughed at her later. Miguel had been the superintendent for 10 years, he’d watched Matthew grow up, now he and his son were fucking him, sometimes in her apartment.  

There were boys at school, men from the neighborhood and strangers that were all documented. Loretta remembered that Matthew’s classmate David was there two days ago when she came home from work. She would never have guessed that he’d been there to fuck her son. Police Officers Steve and Luis’ beat was the neighborhood. Loretta saw them driving around when she was going to work in the mornings and often said hello. They were fucking Matthew in their patrol car. Very nice!

Loretta shuddered when she saw entries beginning in December:

Mr. Camillo BJ Bank Men’s Room

Mr. Camillo BJ/Fuck Bank Office

Mr. Camillo (Mom’s Boss) ******

Mr. Camillo was the only name with six stars. Well!

Mr. Camillo was the handsome manager of the bank, her boss. He and Matthew seemed friendly at the bank’s December holiday party; the first entry was days later. Mr. Camillo was a 33-year-old married Italian American with two children. Well! Mr. Camillo had his needs and Matthew was willing to fulfill them, “BJ/Fuck” once a week the record showed. Is that why Loretta got a bigger Christmas bonus and a raise in February, because Mr. Camillo was fucking her son in his office after hours? 

Most shocking were two names who each had several entries. 25-year-old Reed had been Matthew’s Big Brother! He was the very first entry, “BJ/Fuck Reed’s House,” he was Matthew’s first man.

Reed (Big Brother) ***

Nauseating was 10/18: Tommy BJ/Fuck City Island

Tommy (Dad) ****

Tommy was her 37-year-old ex-husband who lived on City Island. Matthew had done those things with his father. There were other dates they’d been together. Matthew may have been shy, but he was not innocent. Loretta had had enough, she put the notebook back in the briefcase, locked it and put it back under the bed. She’d been so clueless and naïve, “Who is my son?”

“Did you have a good time?” asked Loretta when Matthew got in at midnight.

“Yeah, goodnight.”

Loretta couldn’t sleep. She kept replaying what she saw in the storage room. Sexual imagery of Matthew’s encounters with men she knew flooded her mind. Graphic images of Matthew with her boss and ex-husband were particularly horrific.  

Sunday morning, Matthew left for his part-time job at a local bakery. Loretta went back to his room, went in the briefcase and looked at the notebook. Sure enough, yesterday’s entry had been amended:

3/11: Miguel Angel BJ/Fuck Storage Room  Sean Michael David BJ/Fuck Michael’s House

It’s one thing finding out your son is gay thought Loretta, but that he’s out of control is another. Might as well use that as an advantage.

Monday morning before work, Lorette stopped at the newsstand and bought the Village Voice. At lunchtime, in the bank’s break room she looked at the classified ads. There it was:

 Outgoing young men wanted for gay porn films. Call for an appointment to audition… 

 “Hello, I’m calling about the ad in the Village Voice.”

“Uh ma’am, you are aware that this is for gay porn?”

“Yes, I’m calling on behalf of my son, I represent him.”

“Hmmm. Please hold…”

“This is Phil Prince, president of Titan Pictures. You’re a mother calling to arrange an audition for your son to be in gay porn, is that correct?”

“Yes sir, it is. My 18-year-old son is a beautiful fresh face and is very talented.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything and this is a crazy business” laughed Phil. “I can see him tomorrow at 10:00 AM…”

“Mr. Camillo” said Loretta to the branch manager at the end of the day in his office, “I have a doctor’s appointment, I’ll need tomorrow off.”

“Certainly Loretta, it must be serious for you to take a day off. Anything you need you let me know” he smiled, standing up from his desk where no doubt he fucked Matthew, and shook her hand. The jacket of his light blue suit was open, Loretta gazed at the bulge in his light blue trousers.

“Is this some kind of a sick joke?!” yelled Matthew after dinner that night, “You want me to skip school tomorrow to audition to be in gay porn?!”

“A mother knows when her son is gay, there’s nothing wrong with that or to be ashamed of. You watch those movies, and you like to do those things. I know everything, I mean everything, don’t ask how. For God sakes, even with my boss?! Your own father?!”

“Big deal, so you know! They’re men! I’m cute, have great lips and am a hot piece of ass who’s easy, they all love that! They chase me!” yelled Matthew. “Your boss was eyeing me at that party, I could tell. I followed him into the men’s room, he was in stall stroking IT! FUCK! He’s the most hung guy I’ve found. I blew him in the stall. He loved it! His wife is a bitch. He wanted me to see him again and take care of his big fat Italian cock. I was happy to, and he’s a great fuck! We do it on his desk when everyone is gone. He’s sure nicer to you since we’ve been fucking, isn’t he?”

“As for Dad, yeah, it’s sick , I know that. I was feeling down about everything, stupidly I went to visit him. I thought maybe something good would come out it if we saw each other again, like normal people do. He poured out the booze and started in on me. What was I going to be and if I had a girlfriend, 'Ah forget that, you’re a faggot it’s plain as day.'

'Whose fault is that!'

'Don’t lay that on me! My father skipped out when I was a kid, I turned out normal!'

'Yeah!'

'I’m not the father you wanted and you’re not the son I wanted!'

'Yeah, I’m a faggot! All I think about is dick! I suck guys off all day long, I let anyone with big cock fuck me! Aren’t you proud of your son, Dad!” We were drunk, he slapped my face. Then he cried and hugged me. I felt that he was hard, so was I. We were out of our minds, we did it!” yelled Matthew as he broke down. “We knew it was wrong, but we both enjoyed it. Yeah, I’ve gone back to be with him. He’s a kinky bastard, he even had his girlfriend watch us! She cheered him on! I’m messed up!'

“It’s okay” said Loretta as she hugged him. “It’s going to be okay. The world has been shit for us, we do our best. I know this sounds crazy but what are you going to do after graduation, break your back baking bread, learn how to fix air conditioners? You should follow your passion and do what you’re good at. I’ve seen you with Miguel and Angel.”

“Oh God, no! I’m sorry!”

“Stop, you’re a beautiful boy who enjoys sex, so what? I love you. There’s money to be made, and glory to be had, I have a feeling that this is a great opportunity.”

“What about people we know seeing me in those movies?! They’ll hate me!”

“We won’t always be here. I wouldn’t worry about anyone in Rego Park recognizing you, if they did, fuck them, they’re jealous. Many others who see you will admire you…”