Your Mom Gay Novels & Stories

She kept on searching for more stories of him to know more about him till she saw the allegations that he may be gay and the smile on her face disappeared making herself believe that it was a lie. "He can't be gay," she told herself and continued scrolling. She was so busy that she didn't notice her mom enter the room until she pulled the phone out of her hands. "Mom," she complained trying to take it. "What are you doing?" Her mom asked checking the phone. "This guy again?" She added. "Mom can you help me get close to him?" Gina requested. "How am I going to do that?" Her mom asked back. "Mom, I know you can pull your strings. Grandpa always listens to your opinions, you can give his compan

She handed me a brochure, but I wouldn't take it. "Mom. Sammy isn't gay. Even if he was, you should love him the way he is. And even if you can't do that, you have to at least know that these therapies are bullshit and that if someone is gay you can't bully them into being straight," I said. My mom looked defeated. She dropped the pamphlet on the table. I saw tears welling in her eyes. "I just want my boy to be okay," she said and she cried. I sat back down at the table.

“Don’t tell me you believe that rumor. There’s no way that man is gay. A man that hot?” Their mother raised a brow. “What are you saying? Gay men are hotter. I saw one once, gorgeous, absolute hunk.” She paused. “Well… not as hot as your father, of course.” That part she said with a laugh, but even I could tell it was forced. “Mom, not now,” Layla groaned. Her mother shrugged. “All I’m saying is, I don’t believe it. My gut tells me Alexander King is very much straight.”

Mom grunted, brows pulled deeper. “Sorry, just trying to let you know.” I scoffed again, shaking my head in amusement. “There's nothing more emasculating for a guy than taking a fellow guy's dick up their ass.” Mom groaned. “Okay, that's enough, Tate. I get it. You're not gay. You're just a homophobic retard.” “What? I'm not homophobic. I'm just spitting facts here, Mom.” I said, amused. “Like, why would a guy turn gay when there's pussy?”

They usually swaped chores sometimes. ○ ● ○ ● ○ ● When we were seated and eating, Mom and Dad had said they had something to say. "Me too" I say nervously wiping my hands on my jeans. "Okay we can say it altogether on the count of three...1...2.....3" Dad reasoned. "I'm gay" "I have cancer" I was shocked at Mums news and my parents were shocked at mine. "What! No son of mine is going to be gay. Is this some kind of sick joke Micah" Mom screamed.

“The streets will be an inferno with such gossip.” My patience at this point was swinging on a very thin loose thread. "Come on Mom. You know that's not true" "Nah... I'm beginning to wonder too. If you're impotent or interested in men, let me know. I'll support you as your mother.. even if... Sniff...sniff.. even if I won't get a grandchild." She began sobbing pretentiously again. I was getting tired of all these. "Mom, I'm not gay neither am I impotent!" I yelled.

He looked at me in the eyes, and subtly licked his lips. Ugh. Not today, man. Not today. "I know he's focused on his studies, and as a mother, I'm so proud of that, but I'm also letting him enjoy his teenage years by having a girlfriend" My mom went on deliberately speaking concerned for my happiness as if she knew everything. I'm gay, mom, and I like guys. "Have you had any girlfriends, Valentine?"

Mom nods her head, confirming Mary's understanding. "I haven't done that since college." Mary says, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Women are the best pussy eaters, Mary. Trust me." Mom smiles. "I'm not a lesbian." Mary says. "Neither am I." Mom says, brushing her hand over Mary's bare skin. "But I know what a woman likes and I enjoy pleasuring one, occasionally." Mom says, stroking her fingers up and down between Mary's legs. Mary stares into mom's eyes, apparently weighing what she's just heard.

I said quietly, “I’m actually not attracted to girls.” She blinked, confusion flashing across her face. “What do you mean, Kyle? What are you trying to say?” I swallowed hard. “Mom,” I whispered, “I’m gay.” Silence filled the air. She just stared at me, frozen, her eyes wide, lips parted but no words coming out. My stomach sank as I watched her struggle to respond. “Mom?” I called again, my voice trembling. But before she could say anything, the phone was snatched from her hands. The screen went dark. Time was up.

"I hope you are not gay, at least. That guy who sent you the pink flowers the other day? A bit much, don't you think?" Chad cut her off. His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the room instantly. "And what if he is?" The air turned into liquid nitrogen. Mom’s face shifted, her mask slipping into something ugly and hard. "I won't allow that. Same sex relationships are a sin against God. There’s no place for that kind of filth in this family." I let out a low, humorless laugh. It wasn't a choice, it just bubbled up. "Maybe. But what about lesbianism, Mom? I heard a story the other day."