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More 120's Mentor: Part 2 free porn video
(Author's note: All people are fictional characters and
actions in this story are completely fictitious, they do
not really exist and have never happened.)
More 120's Mentor: Part 2
By Verna Benson
I freaked when I realized I'd fallen asleep with the
lipstick on last night. As my mom inquired as to why I
was wearing it, I had absolutely no answer...I was
speechless!
"Are you gay, son?" mom asked me. "OhmyGod!" I
thought, I'm not gay, but how can I explain this without
being outed as a smoker by Sylvia. Plus smoking
More 120s, obviously a woman's cigarette. There was
no way out. We sat in an incredibly uncomfortable
silence until I got up to leave after barely touching my
breakfast. I muttered a weak goodbye to my mom and
left to fulfill my morning obligation to Sylvia.
When I got outside, I immediately lit a cigarette and I
really needed it! I smoked as I went to see Sylvia at
the liquor store.
Once there I yelped to her about my mom catching
me with the lipstick and what happened afterward.
She was the picture of cool, as she dragged on her
More 120 and let a plume of smoke drift upward. As
her arm rested to its side, her hand held the incredibly
long, brown, slim cigarette and you could actually see
its reflection on her mirror-shiny black leather pants.
She told me to forget about the orders she had
previously given me. That was to work for her in the
morning and then after I finished my paper route,
report to her for more duty before I could go home.
She removed my nicotine patches and after a few
minutes asked me how I felt; I was dying for a
cigarette. She flipped her long gold and red pack of
More 120s at me and I took one of the cigarettes from
it. She gave me a light and I dragged furiously on the
cigarette. When I finished, she pulled a new pack of
More 120s from the cigarette rack behind the counter
and handed it to me. Then she told me how to "pack"
the cigarettes before I opened the pack.
She took the long hands in her beautiful hands, with
their long, oval-tipped red nails and rings glittering on
every finger (including her thumbs) and tapped the
pack hard several times against the area between her
thumb and forefinger. Then she told me to use the
nicorette gum when I couldn't smoke at school and
had the urge for a cigarette.
I lit up again and prepared to leave for school and she
told me again that I was to go home after my paper
route. "Don't worry about anything, honey," she told
me as I walked out the door, "I'll be in touch."
I walked to school, careful to walk in alleys so none of
my schoolmates would see me smoking my feminine
More 120s. I smoked three cigarettes on the way,
totally upset about the events of the morning.
I wasn't in homeroom more than a few seconds
before I had a terrible urge for a cigarette and I
sneaked a piece of the gum Sylvia gave me into my
mouth. Within a few minutes of chewing, I settled
down and made it easily through my first two periods.
In my third period English class, Miss Phillips was
lecturing when I drifted off to think about my current
predicament with my mother and Sylvia.
"Want to give me that gum, Joey?" Miss Phillips was
standing over me and I handed her the gum. I fumed,
thinking about how I would soon be dying for a
cigarette while Miss Phillips would be off to office
between periods, smoking one of those Benson &
Hedges gold 100s she always had sticking out of the
side pocket of her black leather hobo bag.
Sure enough, by the time class bell rang, I was
jonesing for a cigarette and fortunately was able to
get my last piece of gum in my mouth in the hallway. I
made it undetected for the rest of the day. As school
ended I was craving a cigarette bad, though, so I
headed for a route home not traveled by other
students and smoked away.
At home, I had to grab my paper bag and I knew there
would be no way to avoid my mom and the
awkwardness that now existed between us. When I
entered the house, I saw smoke coming from the
dining room and thought for a second that I might be
able to avoid her if she was in there. But I heard
talking; she had a girlfriend over. A few steps inside, I
was stopped dead when my mom called out, "Joey, is
that you? Come in here." I walked to the dining room
and she gestured with her hand with its cigarette
across the table. For that split second, I looked across
the table and saw first a pack of More 120s with a
lighter atop and the beautiful hand next to it with a lit,
long, brown cigarette in it. "This is my new friend,
Sylvia," she said and went on to explain that Sylvia
has chores that needed done around her house and
that she had volunteered me to Sylvia to do them.
"Hello, Joey," Sylvia said, as she puffed on her
cigarette and held it aloft, surveying me with
domineering eyes.
My mother explained that I was to report to Sylvia's
home when I finished my route daily. As I left, she
gave me the address (Like I needed it).
I dragged on my cigarette as soon as I could light up
and wondered what was up with Sylvia and my
mother.
Later at Sylvia's she explained that she had went to
my mother's pretending to take a survey for her
business and they had hit it off. "Joey, she thinks
you're gay," she chuckled as she exhaled smoke,
"and what with the lipstick and wanting both ears
pierced, I'm inclined to agree."
"But it was your idea!" I yelped back at her. I was
rewarded for that comment with a slap across my
face.
Back at home that night, mom and I finally spoke
about the, um, gay issue.
I had no explanation for the lipstick that made sense,
so I just told her I was experimenting
"Experimenting with your homosexuality! That's what
you were doing!" she said to me.
"No, mom," I begged, "I'm not gay! I was just trying
the lipstick! I don't know why."
"Listen, no boy puts on lipstick and wants earrings
unless he's gay." mom said, "You know I have nothing
against gays, but I do think it's wrong and I know I
can't take having a son who's gay."
"Mom..." I started to cry. "'Mom' nothing!" she
screamed at me, "I'll live with this shame, but I won't
like it!" She continued, "I needed someone to talk to
about this and meeting Sylvia was like a Godsend.
She said she has a gay nephew and helped raise
him...Well, anyway, son, I can't deal with this. So
Sylvia will be spending a lot of time with you for a
while. Based on her experience, she said she'd be
happy to take you on. The term she used was that
she'd 'mentor you'."
to be continued
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