Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
*****
Thank you for the nice comments! As always I don't have an editor and English isn't my native tongue.
**
Chapter 2 of So This is What I Am?
I just sat there, thinking back to my first kiss. The warmth of Sarah's tongue still lingered on my tongue. It was both the most pleasant feeling and yet the worst. While the warmth of Sarah's tongue stayed, the bitter taste of my brother's cum still resonated.
"Why?" I whisper to myself as I trace my finger up and down my tongue. 'Why did she kiss me? Did she think it was funny or did she like me? Was she going to tell my brother?' After rattling my brain for a few minutes I decided that there was no point in staying here. My pajamas were getting more and more uncomfortable as my cum ran down my leg.
"Walking home was going to suck." I said as I gather everything together. Luckily it didn't take long and I was able to leave in a couple of minutes. Making sure I locked the door behind me I began walking home. While I didn't see anyone I knew a couple of teenagers saw me and giggled. I wanted to just run the rest of the way home but knew that it would just draw more attention to me.
"David?!" I heard my mother yell as I enter my childhood home. I cursed as I looked down at my pajamas I couldn't let her see me like this. I choose not to reply as I began speed walking towards my bedroom.
"David! Stop right there!" I froze in front of my bedroom. "Why are you ignoring me? Did something happen at work?" my mother questioned.
"No...no mom. I just thought that I should work from home." I stutter for a second as I respond to her. Hoping that we were done talking, I tried to open the door to my bedroom.
"David?" I say a prayer under my breath as I felt her hand onto my shoulder. "David, talk to me. What is going on?"
I was screwed, my mother is too perceptive. Whenever I was sad or angry she would always find me. So I choose to turn around, knowing that the dream of me staying a pure boy in the eyes of my mother was about to die.
"It's nothing mom." I say as I turn around, unable to look her in the eye.
Unlike me, my mom has long blonde hair which she rarely ties up. It just barely hovers above her ass and feels silky smooth. I remember as a child I would chase her around attempting to grab hold of it. Complimenting her blond hair is her bright green eyes. There is no straight man in the world that could stare into her eyes and not get lost. The rest of her face is just as eloquent as her eyes. Her button-like nose and rose budded lips made all the boys fall in love with her. Moreover, she has a beautiful body. Though unlike Sarah who is more athletic and tight my mom has curves. This isn't to say that she is fat, cause she is not. Her hips are just a little bigger and her ass bigger than someone like Sarah, whose ass you could bounce a quarter off.
