lose everything

Still in her son’s room, his mother told K-T that from now on, this room was no longer his, and that his little desk would be moved to a corner of the living room. K-T tried to object, but to no avail; he asked where he was supposed to rest. “If you want to rest or sleep, you have the living room couch, and don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing all the time in front of your computer! Starting today, you’ll do it in the living room whether we’re there or not,” his mother exclaimed, which made Emily and Jill laugh.

His mother added that the bottle of lube had to stay in the living room and that he wasn’t allowed to use it in front of guests or strangers—and that his sister, his aunt, and close family didn’t fall into either of those categories.

Within three hours, his room was cleared of all its furniture, except for his small desk placed in a corner of the living room with his gaming laptop and his high school supplies, his comic books, his smartphone, and his alarm clock. His mother added that his room would become an office for her while she was working from home. The room was cleaned, and the furniture for his mother’s new office was set up.

On all fours on the floor, in a position that left his bare ass pointing upward for all to see and his long fat cock dangling between his legs, reading the assembly instructions for a piece of furniture he had put together, K-T became fully aware for the first time of the situation he was in. He had no clothes, no room, no bank account, no money, and still no driver’s license.

(11 a.m.) Everyone was in Aunt Jill’s van, the trunk filled with furniture from his old life and his bathroom door. K-T ended up falling asleep during the 45-minute drive. The van arrived at the warehouse.

Still asleep, his mother opened the sliding door on K-T’s side. He was snoring softly, his legs bent and spread apart on the back seat, his arms behind his head, his erect penis rising above the seatbelt, highlighting his nakedness, the curly hair of his thick pubic bush and his “happy trail,” and the slight hairiness of his legs and buttocks.

His mother was indifferent as always to his nakedness, she caressed his thigh to wake him, calling out is name. K-T slowly emerged . “Hey, bro! We’re waiting for you—wake up!” said Emily.

K-T woke up in a panic, remembering his state of undress and no longer knowing where he was. He opened his eyes and saw his aunt, his sister and mother looking at him, he stretched, that little nap had done him a world of good. He unbuckled his seatbelt, and the family got out of the car.

Every step, every breeze sent a wave of pleasure through K-T’s body as he made his way through the charity warehouse, which was bustling that Sunday morning. None of the people there seemed bothered by his outfit.

His mother would get $200 for K-T’s old furniture and mattress. The family continued to wander among the items for sale when his mother spotted a job offer.

She suggested it to K-T

“What? But you’ve already paid for all of Emily’s university tuition. That’s not fair. I don’t even have enough money to buy clothes anymore,” exclaimed K-T.

“You have three months left before your final exam to do your best and earn your high school diploma; your grades are so bad that no good university will accept you.” Said his mother

That’s why his parents didn’t want to waste thousands of dollars sending him to a subpar school, nor did they want to see him take on a huge loan to finance a degree he was likely to fail.