Chapter 10-1
The Learning Curve
Part 2
I gave Jared the same attention as Mom Rothwell had done with me, and how I have done it on many occasions. This time my mother just watched and only cringed when he and I kissed or when I did him by hand or orally. Instead of working his back immediately, I asked if he wanted me to finish it now or after. He laughed, pulling me down for a kiss, and whispered he would like to do it now. So, he and I could do it again later. I kissed him again and did just that.
Dad was almost hard again and so was Mr. Kenly … Dad kissed Jared as I worked on his crotch and penis as well between his legs, Dad asked him if he wanted him or Mr. Kenly? Jared kissed him and said he wanted Mr. Kenly if Dad wasn't too jealous. Dad was just a little hurt by it, but nodded, knowing Jared could have him any time he wanted.
Dad relayed the message to him asking politely if his wife would not mind. She did not hesitate and knew why, considering he allowed his own son, and two daughters the same opportunity, and her. Besides, they had signed a contract saying only within their group of friends unless they said no. In other words, they had given their full permission, and besides, I had already had some from him and they both had some of me.
Jared cringed seeing that he was not groomed like we were but took it anyway because I had. Some things I regret, and that was one of them and not because I did him orally, but because he was not groomed when I did it. I worked Jared's back and legs. I did not do his butt as Mom did to me except to wash it out.
That part was allowed. I kept doing it until Mr. Kenly climaxed fully and allowed Jared to have it all. Mom gave me a break as she did Dad. I went outside our tent and brought back cold sodas. I noticed it was really clouding up and like Dad said it looked like rain, rain I could handle. It was the thunder and lightning I had a problem with.
My mother came out with me, giving me a strange look. I knew that look, and it was not a good one. I haltered her before she said anything. "Yes, Mom, I am going to give my adoptive Mom a full bath sponge and full body massage and stimulate her, you still have the option of going to bed, going for a walk, or staying, but be warned you won't stop me, I will keep doing it with or without your permission." She knew I was serious, and I knew she was hoping I would change my mind, but that was not going to happen.
I went back inside to find Mrs. Kenly grooming her husband. My mother nearly choked on her cold soda. She retook her spot as Mom Rothwell lay in the middle as Dad sat to the side with Jared. Because of Mom's horny pills, Jared, Dad and I were about ready to do it again.
Mom Rothwell openly gave me her permission for my mother's benefit and Mr. and Mrs. Kenly, even though I already had it, and no longer needed to ask but was still nice to hear it. Dad gave me a fresh basin of water as I took the soap and bathed Mom Rothwell. My mother was fine with it, considering I had bathed her a few times. It was the other she was more concerned about. I did not explain, no reason to hesitate.
I laid on top of her, letting my penis graze her sweet spot. Right away, my mother got uncomfortable. I could only imagine what she would do if I stuck it inside of her, and it was quite tempting to see how she would react. Mr. Kenly knew I had frequently. I had little doubt that his wife did not know also as she cringed watching it and me. Everyone knew I like breasts a lot as I cupped them to my mouth and felt her shiver and moan. I did not worry about what my mother felt or saw; she had a choice to walk out the door, yet she did not move as she was horrified but still watched.
I had warned her as I made my way down bathing Mom and giving her a prelude to what was to come. When I reached her sweet spot, I opened her legs and stimulated her; I saw my mother just for a moment turn almost white. My mother asked my Dad if I did this to all my girls. He said. "Yes and no," not giving her a full answer. I smiled, knowing the answer was cryptic, but also knew we were going to have another long talk.
I worked my way back to Mom's Rothwell's mouth, taking my time. I was in too deep to stop. When I reached her feet, I did the same to them as she did to me. Mom Rothwell giggled, then moaned as I found the right spot.
My mother stayed there looking at me as if she had never seen me before. I warned her. Yet she still remained. I reached for the shaving lotion and razor, leaned over, and whispered to Jared if he would ask my mother if she would like him or me to do it to her. Jared giggled, knowing she would have a meltdown, but it was fun to see what she would do. I got the response I wanted telling him aloud, "Absolutely not," causing everyone to laugh. I was an old pro as I shaved Mom's sweet spot and her breast hair and her armpit hair.
Mom raised her leg on my shoulder, telling me to do her legs as well. I gave a silly grin and did them with as much passion as I had ever done, leaving no spot un-licked or kissed. Man, Mom Rothwell was horny as I massaged her, having her climax as she screamed. My mother gasped as she did it three times before I stopped stimulating her sweet spot. Even the Kenly's almost had a meltdown. Mom Rothwell rolled over on her stomach as I did the same to her back, spreading her legs and going in between them. I may have cleaned her butt, but I did not lick it.
It was almost 11 p.m. by the time we finally went to bed. As we settled into bed, we could hear the passionate sounds of Mom and Dad, and even Mr. and Mrs. Kenly in their tent. As I was about to crawl into the sleeping bag with Jared, my mother's discomfort with us sleeping naked together became apparent, and she insisted we put on a pair of shorts. Sleeping naked with my biological brother Aaron was something I found completely normal and comfortable. Sleeping naked with someone who wasn't my actual brother went against my mother's current beliefs, adding an extra layer of complexity to the situation. I gave Mother a feral growl, but Jared put them on to save me from arguing with my mother. Some fights are just not worth it.
My mother grumbled, "I can't believe what my son just did." I should have said something but chose not to until we had our nice long talk. Jared kissed me and I kissed him back as we slowly took off our shorts inside our sleeping bag so we could have a brief moment so we could be together as brothers. As our lips met in a covert kiss, we engaged in a discreet act of pleasure, carefully concealing our actions. The sound of our hushed voices and quickened breaths exposed our secret, making me realize that Mom was well aware of what Jared and I were engaged in. It didn't bother us, though, as she had already witnessed me doing it openly, and I had given her fair warning on multiple occasions. She grumbled angrily about it. I simply did not care if she liked it or not. I was going to do it, anyway.
To protect my mother's dignity, Jared and I hastily pulled our shorts back on after we were done, feeling foolish for trying to hide the fact that we had engaged in oral sex. As we sprawled clumsily on our sleeping bags, we both knew she had witnessed and heard the entire encounter unfold before her. After engaging in oral sex, we embraced one another, basking in a profound sense of fulfillment as we succumbed to sleep. Holding my adoptive brother Jared close, we silently wished to cast aside our shorts and revel in the comfort of being normal. But we remained hesitant, mindful of my mother's objections.
I hated thunderstorms, as the wind howled, and rain poured down hard against our tent. It was when the lightning and thunder came that I lost it. I screamed as I tried to stay within my reality and was doing ok until my mother turned on the lantern to see why I screamed. The moment I saw her face was when things went out the window. I stood my ground as I prepared to fight. She was no longer my Mom, but my mother, the same mother that had been abusing me.
I ordered Aaron behind me. Jared knew what I was like during one of these. He yelled. "Mom! Dad!"
I said. "Aaron, be quiet or they will kill you," I screamed back at my mother. "Do not dare come near us or I will kill you both." Pointing to my mother and my father. My mother was stupid as she rushed towards me. I pushed Aaron back and punched her in the stomach and yelled at Aaron. "When I say run! We are getting out of this boiler room!"
My father came next, and I punched him so hard, I watched him fall against the wall like a house of cards. I dug deep into the dirt and made a circle with my bare toes. I heard noises up of above me I yelled. "Ma! Pa! I am down here! They got a knife, and they are going to kill me and Aaron!"
I glared at them and said. "The abuse ends here. Either you die, or I die … your choice. I will not let you kill us in the boiler room." My father came up first as my mother growled at me. I swung, hitting him against the wall. The bulb flashed above me as my reality shifted. I saw only my mother, and she still had a knife. I yelled. "You promised never to hurt me or my brother again! Why did you trick me? When you could have had everything you wanted? Why Mom? Why? I warned you I would kill you if you did!" I yelled "Mom! Dad!"
The lightning flashed, and the thunder boomed above me. My reality shifted seeing both my parents they were angry. I snarled back and got back into position as the noises outside the boiler-room were getting louder. I felt behind me and turned, seeing my brother dead covered in blood. I screamed. "Why did you kill my brother you God damn murderers? Why? He was only eight! He couldn't defend himself and you killed him because he loved me! Now it's your turn to die!"
I swivel-kicked and watched my father drop his belt. I grabbed it and wrapped it around his throat. The bulb flashed and my reality shifted as I watched my father slip through my grasp like he was air.
Mom Rothwell grabbed me and had me look into her eyes, telling me to stay focused on her. I yelled as my mother came forward. "She's got a knife, Mom! She's going to kill us!" As I watched her rushing towards me. I pulled Mom behind me and prepared to fight. The lightning flashed my reality shifted. I watched my father get up from the ground, pulling the belt off around his neck and laughed at me.
I motioned him closer as I growled. "This time I am sending you straight to hell, and you think just because you fucked my mother that you own me and earned the name, father. My Pa is a far better father than you will ever be." I came back with a right hook and watched him hit the wall. The bulb flashed and my reality shifted. Mom yelled for her to stay back. I looked down at the bloody knife that had Aaron's blood on it.
Mom grabbed my face and told me "Tiger, I am taking you out of the boiler-room. All you have to do is take my hand. Can you do that, son?"
My mother tried to come closer as Dad barred her way, telling her. "Not now. Or he will kill you. Or anyone he finds as a threat."
I saw the hurt in my mother's eyes as I told Dad. "She's got a knife, and she killed my brother."
Dad said. "I know, son, go with Mom. I'll handle her."
I grabbed Mom's hand as she took me outside. The lightning flashed as my reality shifted. I looked down and saw Ma's hand taking me outside. "Ma, I am so scared; they killed my brother. Please take me home." Ma held me tight as we climbed the stairs of the basement. It was raining, but the air was clean. Ma took me outside as I watched the boiler-room fade in the distance.
Mom held me, letting me know I was safe, and said, "Your brother's right here. I saved him." I looked at Jared, but to me he was Aaron. I cried, holding him. "You're not dead! You're not dead!"
Jared said. "Mom and Dad saved us both."
I watched as Dad came forward telling me, "Everything's going to be ok."
Mom said. "We are going to do what we did last time you remember?" I watched the lightning flash as I watched my parents come towards me. I yelled. "Look out, Dad! She's going to kill you! She's got a knife!"
Dad growled. "Linda, get out of here. I can't have him see you or he'll kill us all."
Mom held my face and said. "When it thunders, I want you to roar with everything you got. Did you get that son? Give me a roar." I roared, hearing it echo into the hills with the lightning. Mom said. "That's the tiger I know. Now when it does it again, we are going to do it together. Here it comes." I watched the lightning flash. My reality. Shifted. Seeing the church house, I roared, and my reality shifted back. Seeing Mom as I felt the rain on my face and bare shoulders, Mom growled. "Why are you wearing shorts, Tiger?"
The lightning flashed, and the thunder boomed I roared, and she roared with me as my reality shifted back to the church house. I watched my father come closer, swinging his belt. My mother was right behind him with a knife. I yelled. "Dad their back! If they come any closer, I will kill them. Before the cops get here!" Pressing my button but it was gone. The lightning flashed, and I roared, and Mom roared with me. I watched her take my shorts off as Dad picked them off the ground around my ankles and tossed them, leaving me naked.
I heard Jared say. "She made us wear them or she would not let us sleep together."
Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as the rain came down harder. My reality shifted as I and Mom and I roared as I watched Dad take on my monsters. Mom turned my face so I would only see her and said. "Ok son, we are going to have sex like we have done last time, I want you to give me everything you got and roar like I know you can." Mom laid me down and stimulated me and put my penis inside of her. The lightning flashed, and the thunder boomed I roared, and she roared as I thrust it hard inside of her as I watched Dad fight my monsters.
Dad fought as the thunder boomed. I roared as I had never had before. Letting my reality shift in the time of the thunder, I do not know how long I did it, but I took Mom with me in and out of my realities. I took her breasts; I took her mouth as we rocked and back and forth as I used my pelvis to keep the beat. I roared, and she roared with me.
I didn't stop even after reaching the peak three times, pausing only briefly to recharge before continuing until we both reached complete exhaustion. Raindrops fell on our naked bodies as we kissed and panted, heightening the intensity of the moment. As the storm rolled away, I drifted off to sleep on top of her, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath beneath me. When I woke, I was still on top of her with her arms around me. I cupped a sleeping breast, and she giggled. "That's my tiger, that's my son."
Dad was lying next to us, holding my hand. He looked awful, as if he had been in a fight and the other person got the better end. I crawled on top of him as Mom groaned and wobbled. I said. "I am sorry, Mom. I tried to work through the nightmare."
She kneeled beside me and kissed me. "You did Tiger. You did work through it; we did not need the tranquilizer now did we?"
Mom kissed me as Dad moaned. "Did you get the license of that tiger that hit me?" I laughed and kissed him and licked him all the way down to his nipples and back to his mouth and feeling his arousal rising between my legs.
Mom said. "He's all yours. I have breakfast to start."
Dad said. "What … are you waiting for an open invitation?" Our lips locked in a passionate kiss, and as I moved downward, I could hear his moans of pleasure growing louder as I pleasured him orally. As I was just finishing, my mother and my brother Aaron approached us. This time, she didn't bat an eye at the fact that I had my Dad's penis in my mouth. Despite the circumstances, Aaron remained remarkably calm, which was unexpected. Grudgingly, she lowered herself and brushed her lips against the top of my head, and said, "I am willing to sign on the dotted line, emphasizing her desire but not happy about it, her discontent palpable. She assured me she was ready and happy about the decision anyway even though in truth she wasn't. While Dad was reaching the height of his pleasure, I withdrew my mouth from his penis and attempted to speak, but his climax caused his release to spray all over my face.
My mother reached down and took her finger and ran it across my cheeks and placed it in her mouth said. "I remember when your father tasted like that." Taking another sample.
Aaron smiled asked. "Can I Mom." My mother shrugged her shoulders. Aaron did the same thing I watched and waited for him to say. "Yew gross," but he did not. In fact, he wanted seconds and took another taste.
There was no doubt in my mind that he not only failed to obey our mother but also willingly joined in. Mom remained silent about my brother Aaron's disobedience when she told him not to join my other brothers in engaging in oral sex. Instead, she simply said she wanted to have a conversation with just me and Dad later, and then she took Aaron's hand and walked away to prepare breakfast. Dad affectionately licked my face, ensuring not a single spot was missed, and then meticulously cleaned up any remaining traces with his tongue. As soon as my mother and Aaron were out of hearing range, I gathered my courage and asked my question, wincing in embarrassment. "Does my mother know I had sex last night with Mom?"
With a hearty laugh, Dad reached out and lifted me to my feet. "Son, everyone in a square mile knows you had sex last night." My heart sank, and I cringed, realizing that the truth was now out of the bag. Damn, I hated thunderstorms.
My mother stood out from the rest, as she was the only one who bothered to dress. You know how I always use the expression "stick out like a sore thumb" to describe the feeling of being the only one fully dressed when everyone else is naked? We did our best to ignore it, by hastily donning our robes—well, those who had them, at least, my mother inquired. "Why are you getting dressed?"
I was blunt and honest. "Mom, you stick out like a sore thumb." I knew she was embarrassed about her body. It did not matter how many times Aaron, and I told her she was beautiful when she was naked. She always reverted back. I grinned and got up and went to the truck and found the packages I was looking for. I brought them to the table and divided them out. My mother opened hers to find a pretty light-yellow robe with a rose on the back said. 'To the best Mom a boy could have.' Screen printed on the back.
My mother's eyes teared up as she put it against her. I knew it would fit, being it was the biggest one they had and asked the woman at the counter who was about the same sizes as my mother to try it on.
She opened the other one as Aaron found his, which is a light green one with a koala bear on the back that says, 'to my favorite brother Aaron.' My mother hugged me as she found a box of twenty-four flavors of editable ointment and three bottles of lotion: strawberry, blueberry, and peach and three bottles of edible bubble bath. Mom raced down to her tent and put on the robe, walking back barefoot.
She gave me a quick flash, seeing her naked. I whistled. "Wow, now that's what I call a hot Mamma. Mom, you are smoking hot." She blushed, and she closed her robe.
Aaron ran up to her and opened for a second look asked. "May I Mom?"
She asked. "May you what, son?"
Aaron whispered in her ear, and she blushed. Next thing I knew he was cupping a breast and stuck what he could reach into his mouth. My mother giggled. And kissed him actually kissed him. Just for a moment, I thought he would be horrified. But instead, he did it again. He looked at me and said. "There is a difference, a big difference."
I said wait until you kiss a girl you really like that's not your mother or your sisters."
He said. "I am not kissing Susan and Becky, yew gross."
I laughed. "Me neither."