Chapter 10
The Learning Curve
When I had finished my dinner, Mom Rothwell told me to take Sparky for a walk and make sure he had plenty of food and water. Normally, Mom doesn't need to tell me to take Sparky for a walk or make sure he's well cared for, considering I take my responsibility seriously. I was told she wanted me to take my mother for a walk and she whispered in my ear to do so. Like all things, nothing lasts forever when I notice I was not particularly hard anymore. Yet it would be when I needed it to be. I grabbed the bull by the horns and asked my mother if she would like to walk with me, to give her a chance to give me that long talk she wanted.
At first, I thought she would decline the invitation. Dad stepped in and told her to go, and said that he would put my brother Aaron to bed with my brothers. I saw the look in her eyes that said she was not sure she liked the idea. My mother said. "Alright, but I do not give my permission to do anything that I have just caught my son doing. You understand I am saying no, and I mean no."
Dad said. "Not a problem; my boys know what the word no means. Don't you boys?"
They nodded and said. "Scout's honor." What Dad did not say was that when it came to my three brothers, they could stimulate themselves to their heart's content, and Mr. Kenly's son as well. Plus, there were no scouts.
I slipped back on my flip-flops and unhooked Sparky and moved his chain and his things to my brother's tent; he was a well-mannered dog, and he really did not need a leash or chain when we were home even more so when I took him for a walk, but out here there was just too many things for him to get into trouble, so we only chained him up for his own good.
My mother laughed as he ran around me and our campsite being finally free. I called him to me, and he came and stayed near me as Mom, and I walked down the road. I knew she was trying to think how to approach the subject, but I grabbed the bull by the horns and made the first move, I said. "Mom, if worried that if I had sexual intercourse with any of "those girls, I did, and I have no regrets. In fact, I do it again and again."
Mom cringed and mumbled that my grandmother was going to kill her when or if she found out. I did not have the heart to tell her that I also had sex with my foster Mom or my sisters or my friend's mothers. Mom asked me if I really been with all those girls, and I said. "Yes, and some ways no; I saved myself for those special girls when it came to scoring a double hitter." Mom wanted me to clarify what I meant by stimulating and if I was misinterpreted in what having sex is. I told her we use that word because masturbation sounded dirty and vile and girls for neither reason, we say sweet spot for the same reason.
I heard her say the words, and she smiled and said. "I have to admit, son, they sound much better than the others I have heard." She did not take my hand, so I took hers. Just for a moment, I thought she would pull away. Mom said. "So, what you are telling me you and your girls masturbated on each other." Mom corrected herself. "Stimulated each other and there was no actual sex?"
I said. "Yes, we stimulated each other physically and orally and I had a lot of satisfying, traditional sexual encounters with all my girls with some of them just not all of them. Some of those activities we didn't do to a certain extent." However, I didn't tell her which activities I didn't share with our family and close friends." Telling her a little white lie, when in regarding sex and with whom like my adoptive Mom and sisters and a couple of other mothers. I then said. "Like I said, Dad, and I and my Rothwell family. We like breasts and stimulating each other and love a good kiss and penis when the other person said it was ok. No forcing, it was all consensual.
"I am not Shawn or Arthur, and neither are Dad and my brothers or Mr. Kenly or anyone else that has signed that contract. And before you ask, I have already signed it and will do it and those things because I enjoy doing them and I feel I am not raping anyone or sexually abusing anyone, or hurting them. We all have the right to say no and no means no. So, if you are trying to talk me out of it … Don't. Because I won't promise you I won't, and I will just do it without your permission. I will be eighteen in two years, and in some States, I am already considered as an adult."
She had to ask about serving a mission. I almost growled, but stated it firmly and said, "Mom, you and my father have made that an impossibility. I can't go on one because of my severe PTSD night-terrors from all the physical and mental abuse you have done to me. True, they are a rarity now and I can work through the biggest share of them, but they still happen. More so after a home visit. Also, I can't go because of some medical issue which is here is also sociological some damage physically as well, and I have been told it will get worse when I get older. So, when it comes to the LDS church rules. They are not all that important to me and only doing it to please you and the Rothwells, but mark my words, when the chance comes, I will stop. I will no longer take part in their so-called hypocritical ways."
I called Sparky and left my mother standing in the middle of the road to make her own way back. I know it was wrong to leave a woman alone in the dark on the roadside, but she needed time to process, and we did not go that far from camp. When I arrived, Mom Rothwell was just filling a basin with warm water so she could give me a full body massage. I opened the truck and grabbed the lotion and smiled, finding the boxes of editable flavors. I grabbed my favorite which was strawberry and sweet cherries.
I had just chained Sparky up for the night so he could sleep with my brothers when my mother entered our campsite. I asked. "Are we good? Or are you still mad at me?" She did not answer right away. When she did, she pulled me close and kissed me on my head. I knew she still was not ready to really kiss me, and I was not about to force her.
She said. "I am more disappointed more than anything because you can't go on a mission, but I need time to think regarding the other stuff, just time."
I asked if she wanted to go for a walk while Mom and Dad gave me a full body massage. She asked one question. "Are they going to stimulate you?"
I said. "Yes, and I am going to stimulate them as well. You can watch or you can help, or you can go to bed, or take a nice long walk, but either way, it is still going to happen. I am being honest, Mom, no secrets, no lies. I have signed on the dotted line, and I have given them permission to have their way with me. If you do not like it, I am sorry, but I am not going to go home with you just so I can put a sock on the door.
"Either you accept the fact I am a nudist with an appetite for breasts, open stimulation, and oral sex with both male and female, or go home without me. I am not compromising; it is, what it is. You and I both got what we wanted, an open adoption. I belong to them. I do not belong to you or my father as long as I am under their roof. I am their son. I am a Rothwell."
I hoped my mother understood and mean really understood that I had jumped into a different life, and she could not hold me back. The question I should have asked myself was, was I doing the right thing? I felt like I had the moment I stopped listening to those voices on how the world would judge me. Knowing most of those voices were coming from Shawn and the things he does and questioned if by chance is this was how it all started. Yet he was the only one in the Rothwell family. That thinks it is ok, to do those things. Everyone else found it repulsive. I also realized I had trapped myself and gave myself no way out. Where was Jeff when I needed him?
When I had arrived back at Mom and Dad's tent, Jared and Mr. and Mrs. Kinley were inside. Jared gave me a smile, telling me he too wanted a full body massage, but he wanted it from me. He told me he had put his sleeping bag with mine in my mother's tent so he would not wake our brothers. Somehow, I knew they would not be sleeping much, but I was good with that.
Dad had stacked his and Mom's sleeping bags outside the tent under the screen awning to give us more room and was explaining to the Kenlys what the rules were. I knew that's why they were here, but the thing was I was embarrassed about having an audience. I do not know why I felt that way, because it's not like they never have seen me naked or aroused and I them. Mom Rothwell sat down in the basin of water next to our grooming kit.
The tent seemed crowded with everyone in it, but we still had plenty of room because it was one of the biggest tents they had on the market that could hold twelve people comfortably. Dad told them to make themselves comfortable, being the first to remove his robe.
Telling them they were free to leave when they felt uncomfortable when my mother entered the tent. No one said anything. The fact Dad and Mr. Kenly were naked should have sent up warning bells. It did not even faze my Mother that they were both naked and had seen them naked on many occasions. I knew if my father knew about it or was here, he would have a nuclear meltdown. Yet, I question what he knows thanks to my psycho sisters.
Dad asked to give her the same choice, to leave and go for a walk or go to bed. Mom only took a seat and said. "Mr. Rothwell, I may not have made up my mind on what my son," correcting herself. "Our son is doing. I needed to know as a mother if you are raping him, or abusing him, making him think that this kind of behavior is ok when it really isn't. So, I am staying, but please do not ask me to take part or force me to if I say no."
Dad nodded that it was acceptable. Again, the idea of having an audience bothered me. Mom Rothwell gave a nod to everyone and removed her robe. My mother tried to revert her eyes as I watched her blush, yet she did not leave the tent.
Mom Rothwell said quickly as she motioned me to the middle of the ring of the tent and said. "She likes to give her entire family a full body massage and has taught Jared and Eric how to give them to each other." She also said. "That it's better if both parties and participants are naked for several reasons. One the lotion just gets on our clothes and doesn't wash out as easily. Second, the person having the massage job is to return the favor, making it a more intimate and pleasant experience for both parties. Third, we are nudists and have seen each other naked many times over."
Mom Rothwell said. "If we were home, we would have bathed first before and after doing this to keep a clean and healthy environment to help prevent disease. So tonight, I am going to give my son Eric a sponge bath and groom him to show you how to do so, before giving him a massage.
"Note the soap and the lotion are biodegradable and are editable. Meaning they won't hurt you or the environment like other soaps. You can find these products easily at baths and spas in all the major cities. There are many other products you can buy as well as flavored skin ointment to make it even more fun and quite pleasurable. We also like to play games to make it so not the same thing repeatedly, but for tonight we are just going over the basics."
"Robert, dear, I have a five-gallon bucket of water sitting outside by the table. Would you be so kind as to get it, considering you and my sons both want a sponge bath and I too would like one as well?" Dad got up and left to obey, having his penis pointing the way. I smiled inwardly, knowing he still had the hots for Mom, and who wouldn't? She has a great body. I watched my mother swallow hard as Mom climbed on top of me. Having my penis partially touching her sweet spot, even Mr. Kenly saw it and started to get nervous, knowing Mom could have or would have done more than let it touch her.
Mom asked me if I was ready. I nodded. I was more than ready. Mom took the sponge, telling my audience that a common house washrag feels rough against the skin while a bathing sponge does a better job holding in the water and the soap. Mom dipped the sponge into the warm water that was a little hotter than I liked it, but it did not burn me either. Mom took her time washing me like she had done several times.
My mother's eyes only got big when she reached my penis and crotch and stroked it just enough to get it hard or harder so she could wash the shaft and my ball sack. I grinned inwardly as I looked at my mother when Mom spread my legs and took the sponge and soap and cleaned it. Knowing she's going to have a meltdown when Mom, Dad, and Jared do more than wash it.
Dad came in with the bucket, telling us it might rain tonight, and covered everything in both trucks just in case it rained, setting down a large roll-away rubber mat. That we use when we are outside or doing other fun games like turning ourselves into an ice cream sundae. When Mom got to my feet, she reached over and grabbed a soft bristle brush and a fingernail, toenail clippers, and nail buffers. Mom was set up like a surgeon in the operating room, and I lay there as the patient on the operating table. Mom explained that she was now going to groom me.
I wiggled with anticipation, watching my mother's face at the corner of my eyes. I smiled as if she had forgotten all about Dad and Mr. Kinsley. Mom Rothwell smiled back at me and raised my right foot into her lap. I watched my mother fidget as she started to feel uncomfortable as I waited for her to leave, telling us she couldn't watch anymore, but she remained frozen to her spot.
Mom Rothwell dipped the sponge and added more soap, picking up the soft bristle brush and scrubbing my entire foot as I giggled because it tickled. She clipped my toenails and buffed them smooth. No big deal, right? Mom Rothwell rinsed the soap off and dried it off. Mom Rothwell smiled at me stuck my toes in her mouth.
My mother gasped. That sounded like a helium balloon being filled. Mom Rothwell said still holding my foot up. "Linda, please tell me you never once stuck your child's foot in your mouth before?"
My mother blushed and said. "Of course I have, but that was when he was a baby."
Mom Rothwell rolled her eyes and laughed. "Same foot just more of it. You watched me scrub it and know it was clean, so why are you hesitant about it?"
My mother did not answer, so Mom Rothwell picked up the other one and did the same, watching my mother's eyes grow big as she watched her. She blushed when my penis sprung to life, when Mom Rothwell lovingly played with my feet. Mom Rothwell placed them down softly on the mattress and did the same thing to each of my hands and fingernails. There was no reaction this time. Most likely she'd had remembered doing this to Susan and Becky.
No one asked any questions, mostly because so far it was not anything new. They hadn't done it themselves. The Kenly's seemed bored, but I knew that would change when Mom Rothwell would groom my penis and crotch. Mom Rothwell grabbed the razor, asking Dad to turn on more lights, so she and everyone else could see really good. Mom Rothwell said. "That she was now going to groom the hair or stubble away from my crotch and penis and under my arms stating why they do this, to keep us and everyone else from disease," and said. "Besides, getting crotch hair or chest hair in your mouth isn't pleasant."
My mother was already having a tough time ever since she found me with Mr. Kenly's penis in my mouth. Mom Rothwell spread my legs just enough so she could come up and kneel between them. Mom Rothwell placed the shaving lotion bottle near us she while she slid getting on her hands and knees giving no explanation and placed my penis in her mouth. My mother and Mrs. Kenly gasped, while Mom Rothwell brought me to a harder state before she pulled it out of her mouth. My mother was having a meltdown as I watched her bite her lip hard.
Mom Rothwell said. "If anyone feels uncomfortable, they can leave now." I watched my mother glance at the door, but she remained seated. She knew I had been with girls, and they stimulated me in this fashion. She knew I stimulated them too, but having my foster Mom do it was a whole different matter.
Mom Rothwell giggled and said. "Linda dear, I too like a good penis just as much as my husband and our sons and my two daughters," which made Mr. and Mrs. Kenly laughed as his wife started to stroke him a little as they kissed having him remove her clothes. My mother was really getting uncomfortable now as Mom Rothwell put the shaving lotion on me and started to groom me when she was done. She did it again, lingering just a bit longer taking her tongue up and down my crotch.
I moaned as she did so, wanting her to finish it, but instead, she had me roll over. Dad had me lie between his legs and gave me a nod. My mother was about to fly out that door as I took Dad and placed his penis in my mouth. She was having a hard time with one man, and my foster Mom doing it.
Now here I was, placing my adoptive Dad's penis inside my mouth and orally stimulating him. Mr. Kenly grinned as I watched his wife take him as she had him lay on the mattress next to me. My mother was about to have a meltdown, watching a full-blown sex orgy about to take place. Mom Rothwell cleared her throat to bring my mother back to focus on her and not me or Mr. and Mrs. Kenly. Mom knew I had seen my foster parents have sex even Jared. It is one thing knowing it, but seeing it was two different things.
Mom Rothwell went back to bathing me, telling my mother that my Dad was perfectly clean and healthy, and, in fact, her entire family was. I knew my mother was going to have words, and they weren't going to be pleasant. When Dad was close, I stopped, but he lowered my head, indicating he wanted me to have it all. Besides, I was already in too deep and there was no way of coming out from under it now. Mom spread my legs and my butt, taking the sponge and washing it out. Patting it lightly, said after washing the back of my legs and feet again. "That she had just finished bathing me." No big deal, right?
I was still going strong when Mom placed the lotion on my back and said. "Now I am going to show you how to give a full body massage. It helps my children and my husband relax after a long stressful day and it helps them sleep.
Mr. Kenly had long climaxed before Dad did, but of course, they started sooner. I overheard his wife's state. "Perhaps I should groom you like that … I hate getting your hair in my mouth, but I also like cuddling up to it."
Mom Rothwell giggled as she climbed on me, sitting between my legs as she bent over taking her hands and massaging my neck, shoulders, and back. I moaned even louder and still working on Dad as he fully climaxed. He did not move, letting me have it all. Mom worked my muscles as I moaned in pleasure. She kissed my back and shoulders and took her tongue up and down my back.
When Dad had enough, he climbed out, taking Mom's Rothwell's place. Mom Rothwell grabbed the flavored ointment and spread it on my back and shoulders. Telling them what it is. Mom Rothwell asked for my mother's arm as I watched her hesitate for a moment. I watched her swallow hard, but in the end, she gave it to her.
Mom Rothwell washed her arm while Dad worked on me, licking me and kissing me every so often. I knew it bothered my mother as she watched Dad do this to me, but like me, she was in too deep to back out now. My mother slowly but hesitated as she took a small lick. Her eyes widen taking a bigger lick; Mom said the obvious, "Good, isn't it?" And said. "It comes in twenty-four flavors, as does the soap and the lotion. And bubble bath" Mom did the same to Mrs. Kenly having her try it as well as her husband making a meal out of her.
Dad finished my legs and feet. When he was done, Mom climbed back on and prepared my butt and between my legs. My mother gasped as Mom Rothwell took it and licked me clean. Dad said that only the girls or their mother could do this. He has forbidden his boys to and had forbidden them to stick their penis inside or anything else, and promised severe punishment if he finds out they had.
My mother and the Kenly's breathed a sigh of relief. They both know what Shawn and they have done, just not all of it. Mom Rothwell had me roll over onto my back. I was very hard as it sprang up, wanting to say, "Will someone help me?" I could raise a white flag on it. I noticed Jared was just as hard as I was, but it was not his turn yet.
Mom explained that. "My boys and daughters like to do this part as a team when they are available but prefer that I and Robert do it whenever possible," my mother swallowed hard again. I knew she was uncomfortable, but like I said she was in too deep to back out now. She might be wishing she had because it was only going to get worse for her. I had told her earlier that I would let them, and my family and friends, have their way with me anytime they liked and in any way they liked.
Mom Rothwell climbed on me again as my mother watched my penis touch with her sweet spot. I knew Mom Rothwell wanted to put inside her but had debated to do it, Yet didn't, knowing my mother would have a nuclear meltdown, not that she was not already. Mom Rothwell leaned down, taking the lotion as her breasts touched my chest. My mother and they had already seen me taking them and having my way with them right before dinner. So I took them and cupped them to my mouth. Mom Rothwell moaned, telling me to be patient and I would get my chance soon enough. She kissed me passionately.
My mother tried to revert her eyes, but she couldn't resist watching. Mom Rothwell worked my chest with her hands, tongue, and lips, biting softly on my nipples and working her way back up to my mouth. If I wasn't hard before, I would never be. Mom Rothwell slid down far enough so Dad could climb on and take Mom's place as she worked my legs and feet. He stimulated me by doing me orally for a small little taste. He then leaned over and kissed me and worked his way down like Mom did until he too reached my feet, and took my toes into his mouth. My mother tried to look away and was about to walk out, but changed her mind, and shifted in her spot, mumbling.
Mom and Dad had everyone scoot over but still see, as they bent over me as they divided me in the middle, always trading places with my mouth and my penis as they worked up and down my chest. I was in complete heaven as I closed my eyes, enjoying it to care what anyone else was doing. I hadn't fully climaxed when Mr. and Mrs. Kenly asked if they could have a taste. My mother gasped, having a class two meltdown, even more so when I said. "Knock yourself out."
Mom and Dad gave them the room and traded places with the Kenlys. They took a side and started to lick me and kiss me, making me moan when they nibbled on my nipples. They shared my penis, asking my mother if she would like to give it a go, saying they do this with all their kids.
My mother's mouth went dry, but shook her head no. They shrugged their shoulders, and I gave a tremendous sigh as I fully climaxed as they took the liberty of sharing it with my newly adopted Mom and Dad. I watched the horror on my mother's face. I said nothing. I had already told her they would, and I was going to let them. When they had it all, they told me it was Jared's turn and told them he wanted me to do it, not them.
I knew why he wanted me to do it, and it was because I would be going home with my mother sometime tomorrow. We had already wasted one day of her full week with me, being late arriving. But beggars can't be choosers. It was what it was. Jared climbed into the middle of the mattress while Mom gave me a fresh basin of water. Straightening our supplies as Jared handed her the flavor, he wanted me to put on him.
She opened the vial, and the tent smelled of coconut. Mrs. Kenly asked if she could try it, letting Mom Rothwell wash off her arm, and letting her apply it. She moaned how good it tasted as her husband sampled her arm and put some on her bare breasts, said "Twenty-four flavors, and I can't wait to try them all." My mother tried it and liked it just as much. I knew what she was thinking, and it repulsed me, knowing my father used to lick her that way.