1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    collapsed on the table, sobbing quietly. Edith put her hand on my shoulder, and asked, &#034Now are you going to listen to your mother, and let her help?&#034 &#034Yes, mom,&#034 I said through my tears. &#034Good,&#034 Edith said. &#034Now sit up, dry your eyes, blow your nose, and do as I say.&#034 I did as I was told. There was no question of my acceptance of Edith as my mother any longer. The last knot in that emotional bond had been tied. &#034Eat your sandwich,&#034 Edith said. &#034I don't want a malnourished daughter on my hands.&#034 I took a bite, and listened. &#034We'll take one thing at a time,&#034 she began. &#034You need a place to live, and I've got a spare room. You're coming home with me today. I won't have any daughter of mine living in that apartment another night. When we're done here, we are going back there to pack your clothes. You can sl**p on my couch until I get a mover to get your bed and dresser later in the week. I won't take any argument on this. I already told Margo, so you don't have a choice. Mother knows best this time. All right?&#034 All I could do was say, &#034Yes, mom,&#034 and eat my sandwich. &#034Take the rest of this week off, and stay at home,&#034 Edith continued. &#034Then you can look for a new job next week. Wear a dress when you do. If you really want to be a woman, then act like one! Women don't work as Gay stockboys! Just remember that this week off is my little gift to you. You are going to find a job next week, or I'll ...
    find one for you. Is that clear?&#034 &#034Yes, mom,&#034 I answered. &#034I'll tell you one thing, though,&#034 Edith said in a low voice, and leaning toward me, &#034if you want to be a common street whore, then don't come home. As low as I might have gotten, I never did that. There are better ways of doing it, but don't even consider them either until the gnawing in your gut from hunger gets so hard you can't stand it! That trap is all too easy to fall into. It might seem pretty on the outside, but it just drags you down. Do you understand?&#034 &#034Yes, mom,&#034 I said. &#034The last thing is about my mother,&#034 Edith said softly. &#034Her name is Sarah, and she lives with me too. She is very old now, and doesn't always see or remember things clearly. If you just call her 'grandmother', she won't know the difference. I've told her a little about you already, and she has asked when she is going to see her granddaughter again. I don't think she remembers what happened. Reality seems to have become less important for her than it once was. Treat her well! She is very precious to me. Can you do that?&#034 &#034Yes, mom. I can,&#034 I said. I had stopped crying by now, and was sitting up in my chair with a little pout on my face. At first I had been terrified of Edith's chastising of me this way, that soon turned to hurt, but suddenly I was getting some very good feelings from it. My life had needed a push, and all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours gave me all ...