Mom i have a confession. Ever since you told me the truth about the football team and everyone else that has been with you and all those nasty things they do to you I cant sleep peacefully. I keep waking up from really disturbing wet dreams about you. I know its kinda a thing between you and dad but I think im my father's son because every night I dream of being cucked by you. And going to school is hell because I can focus thinking about all the ways the football team and the coaches had you. Is there anyways maybe I could watch next time?
Oh. Oh goodness sweetie. You want to watch me with some boys from the football team?
Okay… This is a little embarrassing. But, Mommy doesn’t remember which time she told you about.
So, I’m not saying no! I am open to the idea. But, do you remember which team it was?
Was it something really recent, like maybe that thing with your Father betting on a game that was on the television? Where it was just Coach Mitchell and a few of the boys from our local team?
Or was it in response to a rumor that you heard at school, maybe about Mommy having to “reward” the other team if our guys lost? Because that one was a lot more people, that kind of situation… I mean, I don’t want to upset you or corrupt your image of me. But the word Whore, with a capital “W”, would be a good way to describe how Mommy gets in those kinds of scenarios.
I know. I’m sorry kiddo. But I feel like it was recent, so it should be that first one. But also, I could swear you mentioned something about a rumor that you heard being what prompted our conversation in the first place.
It’s just that, Mommy was right in the middle of getting ready for something, and so I was a little distracted in my reply.
I'll tell you what kiddo. To make up for me forgetting, you just pick whichever one would make you happier, and I’ll do it!
I can call up Coach Mitchell’s Wife, Mommy’s friend, Miss Melissa. And we can set something up with your Coach and some of the boys from our local football team.
Or, if you’d really rather… We can make another friendly wager on the next game. And we can add you watching into the mix as if it’s a bad thing. Like, “hey boys. If you beat us this time, not only will you get to Gangbang his Mother again, but this time, he’ll have to watch!”
Your pick sweetheart! Just let me know, and I’ll make some calls.
