Joanie and Marco

After lunch, Carrie stopped by to visit you. You were watching a movie together, your head in her lap. Carrie stroked your hair as you and her discussed how she and John were integrating as an official couple, and how your counseling and legal troubles were going. You were only watching halfway until there was a softcore scene between a hairy, muscular man and a college-aged twink. Soon, your cotton shorts were tenting slightly.

"M-mother," you croaked. Carrie looked down to see what was happening, and then back up at the screen.

"Oh ... OH! It's okay sweetie, it's natural. Just take it out, it's how you were meant to be," she cooed, stroking your hair as you stroked your little dick. "You like big strong hairy men too, hm? Just like Mommy." You moaned, cumming weakly into your hand. "Now clean it up, sweetie."

"Yes Mommy," you said as you cleaned your hand with your tongue. "Can I show you something, Mommy?"

"Sure sweetie." You went to a drawer and pulled out a small, aged notebook. At the front was a picture of you in a floral skirt, kissing a boy on the cheek. You were both in grade school at the time.

"Joanie and Marco," you said simply. Carrie took the notebook, eyes glittering. It was the only photo you had left, but there were old drawings. Marco + Joanie Forever. A crude drawing of you as a bride and Marco as a groom. The last page was the week before everything changed. It was a slightly better drawing of Marco's cock. It made Carrie's heart ache.

"Thank you for showing me this, sweetie. You're so much braver now. Now, let's watch some more bears and twinks. Leave the undies off."