Chapter 19-2
Sex & Hard work
Part 3
I was not so worried about the examination as I was more concerned about the needles. Landon walked me across the hall onto a nice comfortable couch again with no sides. Except for a small movable table containing the needle, several vials with my name, and a blindfold. The nurse came in and opened up her lab coat, showing me, she was completely naked except for her red high heels; she was a knockout blond with light blue eyes. While I watched, she loosened her hair by taking her bobby pens out, letting her hair drop down past her shoulders. She said her name was Corin.
Landon took a seat, and I could see his penis trying to work free, stating he liked what he sees also stating he was not gay. Why is it that I always thinking that every guy I meet is gay? She gave me a silly grin and said. "I have been looking for to this ever since I have heard what you do to girls for hours." I couldn't speak. My mouth was tongue-tied. I was unsure if I was drooling considering she was a ten plus, plus on the hot scale. She had these nice football-shaped breasts I couldn't wait to taste and make a meal out of them. She slipped off her shoes and left the lab coat on, which was very sexy.
There was no question that I was not hard, even though she stroked me and did me orally before she put it inside of her. I noticed quickly that the card she had me read Garden Club member no condom required, with her age twenty-five approximately. Fearing the answers, I did not ask why she did not need one. Besides, I trusted Mr. Stringham with my very life.
I trusted him as much as I trusted Bishop Earl even though I never got that same feeling with him. He had been my friend for over seven years the moment my parents moved to Santaquin, and he found me walking the streets bruised and bloody, in rags that not even a hobo would wear. He was like a father to me when I needed one the most. He was there for me up until he died, by the time I was twenty-five. I hated Santaquin a little more and blamed God for taking him away from me.
Corin let me play first, letting me sample her as she began having sweet, mind-blowing sex. She said. "I am sorry, but I have to blindfold you now, just for a moment." I swallowed hard, trusting Mr. Stringham, and nodded ok. She kept having sex with me slow and steady as she kissed me, placing the blindfold on me. She took my left arm and strapped it down with Velcro, and Landon did the same to my legs and feet. They apologized, but I did not hear them as she buried my face in her breasts, moaning to take them.
I was too preoccupied to feel the needle as I bit her nipples when the needle was in; she took the blindfold off, and Landon removed all the straps except the one where the needle was in my arm. Every time I looked at it, she moved my head to her breasts, cupping them to my mouth and letting me use my free arm and hand to cup them and massage them. She trusted harder and harder than my world only existed with her in it. Screaming my name as we both pleasured each other. It was not long after they had finished, as I was still having sex.
She let me have it all, even more so when I fully climaxed. Having me trade places with her so I could stimulate her and taste us both. She screamed with pleasure, as I climbed on top of her and worked my way down slowly spending time on those breasts and my way down to her sweet spot and back up again. She climaxed five times, and even more, I quickly became hard again. This time, it was my turn to take over. She screamed my name over and over, yelling. "Yes, Eric! Yes, harder! Oh, God don't stop!"
By the third time, she and I were completely spent. I watched Landon's face as if he did not think I could do things like that at sixteen. I hated to leave my meal behind, but she promised me to save myself for her and my best friend, Greg. She kissed me passionately before she left me, stroking me to see if I was ready to do it again, but sighed when Landon said I was running behind schedule.
Neither of us was sorry because of that. If we could have, we would have stayed in each other's arms for the rest of the day and locked ourselves in the bedroom. Landon apologized to both of us, stating that I still needed a bath and fitting, and my picture was taken for my new membership card before my mother arrived in two hours' time.
She, too, had a very busy schedule and needed to see the doctor for her examination and paperwork. Because she was my mother, she did not need a vote of confidence from the members of the club. Only new members are under the age of eighteen and they like to invite their closest friends in the same age group for commonality. Which I was very glad of to have them with me and share the same experiences together.
Landon helped me with my waistcoat. I felt sorry for him because he still had a hard-on the size of King- Kong, but I did not know him from Adam. To ask if I could stimulate him or if he wanted to masturbate before we left the Doctor's office. I did not want to get him in trouble with his employer. So, I ignored it the best I could. We went back to my room, passing a large swimming pool where my friends were playing a game of water basketball without me.
I only stopped and because I envied them because I would be late joining the fun. I did ask Landan regarding mine and my friend's work schedule. He laughed. "You mean to tell me having mind-blowing sex isn't work? Do not worry about it, young lad. Stringham is having you boys as waiters tonight, helping set tables, polishing silverware, and glasses, and filling dance cards for all the women that are coming tonight to welcome you boys as full pledge members."
My head turned when I heard my mother's voice Yelling, "Where is my son? Mr. Stringham! and his friend Greg! All Dave would tell me was he was working hard here instead of at your store!"
Landon sighed. I did not care how behind schedule we were. I did not need her tearing the place apart or strangling them. Mom saw me coming down the stairs. She glowered at me, more so because of how I was dressed only in a waist robe with another man. She did not know from Adam thinking the worst. She slapped Mr. Stringham hard enough to leave a handprint. Telling him if I was sexually molested, she was going to kill him slowly, that he'd wish for death. I raced into my mother's arms as she held me.
Unlike the rest of us, she was not wearing a robe or barefoot. She looked like she'd been crying for hours not having sex with Dave. She looked stressed out. To think a year and a half ago she would have been the one physically abusing me and my brother Aaron. Now she was a lioness protecting her cubs. Mom held me and looked me in my eyes, demanding to know if they sexually abused me.
I said. "No Mom, I had just been to the Doctor and been given a full exam and was on my way for a bath." She looked for any signs that I was lying, yet I have never been a talented liar. She nodded and hugged me close. Stringham had me take her up to my room so we could talk. Telling Landon to prepare a bath for both of us asking me what flavor of bubble bath we would like. Mom was a newbie when it came to this and had never yet had a sensual and stimulating bath, so I said. "Raspberry delight with a hint of strawberry."
I took Mom up the stairs as she gasped about the size of this place. Watching the caterers decorate the place with little miniature lights and exotic flowers of every kind. When I reached my room. I patted the bed beside me, telling her everything that had happened. The moment we stepped out the door this morning at the crack of dawn. I even told her that I had spoken with my grandmother and told her everything. She cringed, stating that she explained the phone call she got, wanting to know why she allowed me to have sex.
She cringed again, asking if I told her about me having sex with my foster Mom or my sisters, or her having sex with Dave and Mr. Kenly or Greg. I kissed her on the forehead and said. "No, it was our little secret. I would never tell my father or Grandma. A secret I plan to keep until she is long dead or has gone back on her word." I knew that was blackmail, but I reminded her of Grandma, and my father hadn't signed the contract that we had said no secrets. "They weren't in that circle of trust. All that Grandma knows about my sex life is that I have been intimate with several girls and boys, have a nudist boyfriend, and that I am bisexual. None of us - Dave, Mr. Stringham, or myself - have disclosed the specifics of these relationships."
I took her hand and said that she could have sex with whom she would like and as often she would like it would be mine and her secret. I gave her a hug and unbuttoned her blouse all the way and took it off her. I frowned because she was wearing a bra, but I gave her a silly grin and lifted up her bra so I could have a breast. She giggled that I was so bad, but she did not say no. She lifted it off above her head and lay down on the bed so I could get on top of her. I whispered that I planned to make love to her and asked if that was ok. If not, I would tell Stringham to pull the car around and we can go home and pretend this never happened.
Mom kissed me and put her arms around me, asking me if I was sure because she did not bring a fake penis. I said. "Why? Did we need one? Or do you want me to ask if we could borrow one?" Opening my waist robe and taking her hand placed it on my growing hard penis. She smiled at me until the door opened when Greg came in. I almost growled, telling him to go away, but I thought better of it. Like me, we all had been naked together, and the fact that he had sex with her yesterday when we came home from work.
It gave me the idea that he could help me like a best friend. After all, my mother was a whole lot of women and we both loved her for it. She was no supermodel, but to us she was beautiful. I climbed off the bed, walked over to Greg, put my arms around him, and kissed him. Taking my hand, he undid his robe, letting it fall to the floor. Whispered in his ear if he would like to have sex with my mother as partners and best friends. He said. "Sounds fun. If it's ok with your Mom, I know you wanted to have mind-blowing sex with her."
I gave a silly grin and said. "That's the plan, but what could be better than two for the price of one?" Mom was more than willing as she got off the bed only for us to take a side and each a breast. In comparison, I worked all the way down to her pants. I let Greg keep her occupied, letting her legs dangle over the sides of the bed. So, I could remove her shoes and socks, and he slid up, straddling her as I removed her knit stretch pants and underwear. Having me toss them into the corner, and came up between her legs. At the same time, Greg spread his legs while he worked on her breasts. Letting me play with her sweet spot.
I cringed, noticing she was not groomed, but ignored it and opened her up with my fingers, having her moan as I had a light snack. I was about to have her climb in the middle of the bed.
When Landon opened the door and said, "My apologies, boys, but Eric's and his mother's bath is ready, and they still needed a fitting for his tux and her gown tonight and to be seen by the doctor," I groaned inwardly. Greg asked if he could join us. Landon checked our schedule and said if he wanted to have his massage at the same time as us before we had to help with tonight's preparations, then he could.
Greg gave me a knuckle bump and said. "Hell yes!"
Mom blushed because she was naked, but Landon introduced himself, telling her he was our manservant. Clarifying to my mother and us and said. "I am your love slave, servant, and butler during your stay here. He opened his waist robe, placing my mother's hand on his rock-hard penis. Leaned over and took a breast as she stroked him and kissed her passionately. Giving her a small sample before putting back on his robe and opened up a closet and pulled out a shimmering gold robe just her size.
Somehow, I do not know how Stringham and Dave knew her size, but neither was I surprised by it. He picked up her clothes, placed them all in the trash, and told her. "A beautiful lady like her needn't wear clothing, so beneath her," Mom blushed, and Greg and I kissed her on both cheeks. Telling her he was right. Greg and I helped her on with her robe, quickly dressed in ours, and followed Landan down the hall. We stopped right at the next door and opened it.
Mom gasped. Seeing the enormous canopy bed made for a queen he said. "My lady, these will be your quarters, providing your two lads let you sleep in them," giving us both a wink. Mom opened the doors and found Greg's and mine room in case she wanted to know where we were. The other one opened to the bathroom any woman would die for with a tub built for four and in her case a bath built for three. Like I said she was not a supermodel.
Mom lingered, smelling the fresh-cut roses and admiring all the scented soaps, ointments, and bubble baths, almost moaning about how soft the towels were. She lay on the bed, moaning that she had just died and had gone to heaven. Landon reminded her we were on a tight schedule and that there would be plenty of time afterward for her to soak and play while her boys went to work.
Mom laughed. "I hope you mean sex because I am getting very horny seeing you guys in those robes."
Landon said. "Work first, play later." Mom groaned, wanting to play now and later. I reminded her that Dave was sent so she could. Mom giggled that she was too angry and worried about having sex. I whispered everything I and Greg were going to do to her.
Landon opened two white doors trimmed with gold. Mom gasped, seeing a tub so big it could fit twelve people in it and still have room. It was all ours as Landon closed the door, removed his robe, and helped my mother with hers. He let Greg and I lead her into the tub full of the softest bubbles. Mom groaned how good the water felt, sitting in the middle. Having Greg and I take a seat next to her. Landon said he would give me and my mother a bath of a lifetime.
I knew Greg wanted another one. Landon rang a small silver bell, seeing the same nurse and her sister who could have been twins when they walked in. Greg's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped about the same time they dropped their robes. They gave Greg and me each a smile as they climbed in with us.
The one on her left said. "Good afternoon, boys. My name is Clio and my sister Corin whom Eric has already met. We will be the ones bathing you while Landon will tend to his mother's every need." Greg was speechless. I quickly came to his side as directed by our bombshell knockouts. Mom giggled as Landon climbed in between my mother. He did not ask if he could have sex with her and she did not say no as he leaned in and kissed her as the water moved under the bubbles.
Mom's eyes rolled in the back of her head. She screamed in pure pleasure. I was a little disappointed that it was not me pleasuring her, but I had my own pleasures being attended to as her sister Clio straddled me and slipped my penis inside of her. Watching Greg's girl do likewise. Moms and their screams echoed in the room. Until Greg and I were spent considering the horny pills had worn off.
Mom and I died and went to heaven as they gave us a very sensual bath. Greg did not need much, considering he had bathed once already. So, he just made a meal out of his girl while mine groomed me to perfection as Landon tended to my mother's every need and groomed her as well as pleasure her. If my father were here, seeing Mom being pleasured in such a way, he would have a nuclear meltdown. He most likely killed her, but he said it himself: he did not want her anymore or loved her.
I knew it was my fault. Yet there was not one thing I would change because my mother was the happiest, she had been in a very long time. I only hoped he and her would find that love they had lost, but the only way that would ever happen was if my mother sent us away and never let us come back.
And sad to say in the years to come she regretted that decision, but by then, Aaron and I were well-grown and living independently. Letting Susan and Becky regain control once more and overpower them by blackmail, giving her the choice of either it being them or never being allowed to see their grandchildren.
Becky never had children, which was a good thing considering how stupid she was by a mental disability. Telling everyone that Aaron and I had abused her on a daily basis. When all this time we were more than a thousand miles away. She would say we drove up just to do it and sneak back. Because of her unstable behavior, she was forced out by Susan and made sure that Aaron and I would never see her again. Warning us if we tried, she called the cops on us and had us arrested on some trumped-up charges. Said we had abused them physically and sexually, which I can guarantee that never happened.
We were only allowed to come to her funeral as she hit us up and everyone that came with us for loans. Giving us a sob story of how hard her life was, raising her children and having to take care of our parents. When she was the one who took them away in the first place, making sure we never saw them, but that's a whole different story, which I will get into later on.
Like I said, Mom and I died and went to heaven as I learned a new method of massage with heated rocks and special oils and different hand movements. Let's just say when I went back home, my adoptive parents died and went to heaven when I gave them an even better massage.
Mom and I were more pampered for my mother as they did up her hair and gave her the complete package of being a queen. I swear if my father could see her all dolled up; he gasped seeing how beautiful she really was. Like me, she had a whole day planned on filling out paperwork, getting a full examination, and soaking leisurely in the sun.
Work started in earnest for us boys as we put on work clothes and set tables, polished silverware, and placed cards on the table for our guests. We had a light lunch because we would be feasting tonight during the banquet. Then, we danced with all the pretty girls. Mom was stunning in her black evening gown, wearing diamonds around her neck and in her ears.
I was not sure if they were paste or real, but she looked like a queen, and this was her castle, with me by her side in my tux with tails and a cute little bow tie. After the work was all done, it was time for me to spend the night wining and dining my mother, making her feel special, as she only danced with me and Greg.
The final event was when Greg, I, and my friends were introduced to the hundreds of people who belonged to the Garden Club as new members. Stringham spared no expense with fireworks and champagne. My friends and I were allowed sparkling water because of our age. Mom was a little tipsy after her third glass. Stringham shook my hand, dropping two pills for me and two for my mother, having me sneak her away as we climbed the stairs to my room.
Landon put a sign on her door and locked us in. Not even Greg was allowed in. He, too, was preoccupied with my sister Jody and his sister Cindy. I am pretty sure my three best friends had their own preoccupations. When we passed their bedrooms, there was lots of moaning inside that sounded very girlish as they screamed their names.
Mom gave me a silly smile as I let her undress me, returning the favor as our clothes hit the floor as I held her in my arms, telling her how beautiful she looked and how I was going to show her how much I loved her. To me, it was more than just sex. It was special because she was my mother. I left the world outside, leaving those voices that shouted, telling me I shouldn't do this. To this day I do not have regrets about showing her how I feel as I made love to her like my father should have, but instead, he had refused her, seeking love where she could get it.
I was not ashamed of doing it. I had decided to let God sort it out. I was only loving her, not creating a family, or falling in love with my own mother that sick people would. I was just doing what I was asked and been told and taught. If I go to hell so, be it, but I will stand before God and say yes, I had sex with her because I loved her more than just telling her about it every day with just a simple kiss on the cheeks or the lips.
I wanted to make her feel special. Not some ugly fat cow the way my father thinks of her. I did exactly what Stringham said. I did it the same way, if not more, than I had done with my adoptive mother, and did so until Susan took her away from me and Aaron.