I had gone out clubbing with my mother, I am not entirely sure why, because it always turned into a disaster for me. In fact, most of my life with her had been a disaster because she only cared about two things, booze and men, preferably hung men who tended to mistreat the women they met, and tonight was turning into another of those nights.

Sitting in the corner of the club, I looked at the beer bottle that I had been drinking from, struggling to work out how much was left in it from the poor lighting. I so wanted to get laid, but as usual I stood no chance as a skinny, boy from a broken home who had been bullied throughout school. Looking up, I scanned the dance floor for my mother, she was not difficult to find. Nearly fifty, she was wearing a short denim skirt, and a tight white top. As usual, she had no underwear, while her ass wiggled as she walked in her stupidly high stiletto heels. Also as usual, she had attracted the attention of a couple of guys and at that moment, a tall, toned, black man had his arms draped around her waist from behind. He was grinding his crotch against her ass, while a hand slowly found its way down to the hem of her skirt, before hooking up, under the material as it sought out her pussy.

She gasped, at the touch, before turning around so that the man she was dancing with could place his hands on her backside as their lips met for the first time. They kissed, deeply and longingly for a moment as the mans hands roamed further until, as I watched, one of them groped her ample bosom.

Shaking my head, I looked down at my beer, picking the bottle up between finger and thumb as I touched the glass to my lips. Tipping the bottle by the neck, I felt the cold contents pour into my mouth allowing me to swallow deeply as I drained the last of the beer.

Putting the bottle back down on the table, I noticed that my mother and her new lover were nowhere to be seen. “Damn,” I thought to myself as now it meant there was nobody to watch the table while I went to buy another beer. Instead, I would have to sit there, alone, and guard the table until my mother finally returned.

It did not take long for her to return. I saw big breasts first as she climbed the three steps that led from the main dancefloor area up to the small platform where our table was. In her hands she carried another beer bottle while in the other hand she held a small glass of vodka.

Placing the bottle in front of me, she flopped into the seat next to mine, “wow, was he big,” she commented, “and he came so heavily.” As she made the second comment, I watched her open her legs and pull a small amount of cum from herself before placing it in her mouth.

“Mum!” I screamed at the blatant sluttiness of the situation.

“What? You do remember you were the product of one of these liaisons?”

I thought about the comment for the moment and wondered if she wanted me to bite in response but instead, I held my nerve and met her gaze. “I am aware, you decided that it was time to have a baby and spent a whole month picking up guys in clubs like this until you found out you were pregnant.”

“Exactly,” she said with a laugh as she took a swig of her drink.

“But you do realise that most people do not get raised in a home where their mother is a cock loving whore?”

“Don’t they?” my mother looked innocent as she replied as if such information was a surprise to her.

“No,” I continued, “in fact, most kids don’t come home to find their favourite teacher fucking their mother on the sofa in the lounge.”

“Oh,” she smiled at the comment, “so are you saying the reason you were bullied in school and can’t get laid is because I’m a slut?”

“What do you think?”

“That you just need to find the thing that works for you. As I have always told you, I discovered when I was nineteen that being a slut for men worked for me, maybe you should try it as well?”

I shook my head in disgust, “I have told you, I am a man, and I have no interest in other men.”

“Fine,” I could tell by the terseness in her voice that my mother was in a grump over it. I watched her, while I took another sip from my beer as I wondered how long she would keep the silence. Until, unsurprisingly it spilled out of her again, “you’re 22, it’s not natural for you to be a virgin at your age.”

“And it is none of your business,” I replied, trying to emphasise how important it was that she dropped the subject. Before she could speak again though a shadow crossed my face, blocking out the flashing lights. “Hi,” a voice said at the same time and in unison my mother and I turned to face the interloper.

Taking the vacant seat on the opposite side of the table, I watched as a tall, deep voiced, black man sat in front of me. “My friend just told me that he fucked you in the toilets,” the man addressed my mother, but as he spoke, he turned his head towards me, and I noticed a glint in his eye.

“So?” my mother grunted in reply, obviously annoyed that her argument with me had been interrupted.

The man laughed at the comment and stood back up, making sure that his back was to the rest of the room I watched as he undid the buckle of his belt. Opening the fly, he reached inside and a moment later he pulled out his cock. It hung, limp in front of him, but instantly I could see that it was massive and that it would get even bigger when it was hard. Smiling, he slipped it back inside, redid his belt and sat back down.

“What do you think?” he asked looking directly at my mother. Unable to speak, she sat in silence, but I noticed that she had opened her legs, wide enough that from the position the man was sitting in I was certain he would be able to see her bare pussy.

“I guess you are going to let him fuck you?” I asked with a resigned air to my voice.

My mother looked at me, “did you see how fucking big he was?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, use what little brains your father gave you.”

I went to open my mouth in reply, but my mother had already stood up and moving across, she had slipped into his lap. “I need you to put that cock in me over and over,” she said.

Resigning myself to the situation, I downed what was left of my beer and stood up. “Come on then,” I said, “if I am going to have to listen to you two moaning and groaning with each other it might as well happen now.”

My mother and her new lover followed me out of the club and across the road. It did not take long to get back to our place as my mother rented a small, two bed apartment near the city centre. The lift to the 10^th floor was a challenge though as the two of them ate each other in front of my gaze from the time we entered the lift until we made it to the top floor.

Once we entered the flat though, I found myself quickly alone as the two of them crashed through my mother’s bedroom door only for it to close with a slam a moment later.

“Phew,” I thought to myself as I headed for my own bedroom only to confirm that the paper thin wall meant I could head every moan and groan. Lying there, in the darkness, I pulled the pillow over my head in the hope of blocking out the sound and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

A faint hint of light was crept round the sides of the curtains as the sound of a gentle knock at the door reached my ears. “Hello,” I said gently, expecting it to be my mother crying about the decision she had taken to bed her latest conquest.

The door opened, but instead of my mother appearing in the door frame, I saw instead the silhouette of a naked black man. The same man who had accompanied us back to the apartment so that he could give my mother a pounding.

He closed the door quietly and stepped across the room before sitting on the edge of the bed. There was enough light in the room for me to be able to see the outline of his massive member and I stared at it as he hooked one leg onto the bed to face me.

“I can see what is going on,” he said with a smile, the white of his teeth showing up against the dark skin of his face.

“Can you?”

“Yes, after all you have not taken your eyes off my dick since I walked into the room.”

“I’m a man,” I said as forcefully as I could, “a man who likes girls.”

He laughed gently at the comment, “do you really think that?”   

 “Yes,” I replied nervously as I became fully aware of how much I had been staring at his genitals. “you’re right though, I have been looking at it because…. How do you live with such a snake?”

“That’s OK,” he replied as he reached out and took hold of my hand that was nearest to him, “why don’t you find?” He placed my fingers gently onto his shaft, the fingers touching the skin and causing him to twitch.

Instantly a spark of electricity flowed through me, “I think you have been denying your true self because of your mother,” he said with a smile.

“And what is my true nature?” I asked, as I tore my gaze away from his penis to look up into his eyes.

“What is your hand telling you?”

The comment made me look back down again and in that moment I realised that while distracted I had gone from touching his length with my fingers to lifting the whole shaft into the palm of my hand. I recoiled immediately, pulling my hand away from him.

“Shhh,” the man said gently as he took hold of my hand and put it back onto his member.

“I’m not gay,” I said as I tried to resist his actions this time.

“I never said you were,” the man replied, smiling at my efforts to resist.

Suddenly, all of my will power and the poor efforts I was making to resist, collapsed and I took hold of him, wrapping my palm and fingers as best I could around his girth. “So what am I then?” I asked.

“I think you are a girl.”

“What? I have a penis, and I don’t have tits.”

“I know, but some girls, and some of the sluttiest girls, are born boys, and I think you are one of them.”

“How can you tell?”

“It’s the way you look at your mother, sure you are shocked by her behaviour because you are her child, but you also crave that behaviour for yourself.”

I sat up in my bed, my hand still caressing his length as I felt it growing larger and firmer. Then, carefully he reached a out with his hand and put it round the back of my head, pulling me down and towards him. I made no effort to resist, my face reaching the head of his penis so that I could inhale the intoxicating smell.  

Now the resistance had gone, it did not take much for me to move to the next step, taking him into my mouth. Tasting the cock that had likely only recently finished fucking my mother.

“Fuck,” he whispered as the head of his cock passed between my lips, “I think I might be right.”

I sucked him, taking his cock ever deeper into my mouth as his width stretched my jaws to breaking point. Then, when I thought I was unable to take him any deeper, he pushed on the back of my head, and I felt another inch slip into my throat. My body pulsed with the electricity of the experience and then, when the time came, I gulped down every drop of his cum until his balls were drained.

Removing his length from my throat, I gave the head a kiss until I sat opposite him, looking into this eyes, one hand still on his shaft.

“Good girl,” he said as he gave me a kiss on the lips. Then, a moment later he held out his hand, “give me your phone.”

I did as instucted and watched as he typed something into it. When he handed the phone back, I looked at it. He has entered his number under the title Black Master and had then sent a text to it so that he had mine.

“In the morning, I will message you and you will come to me for training, we will make you a slutty woman.”

Then, standing, the man walked out of the door, closing it quietly as he did so as I lay back down and within minutes had fallen into another deep sleep.