Chapter 25-2
Life Just Happens
Part 2
I pulled him on top of me and whispered in his ear, asking him if he just wanted to leave his boxers on, and if he wanted me to ask his mother to leave. His face blushed, and I knew he realized that I knew he was scared. I made the first move and said. "I got just the thing in my backpack that I do with all my brothers and Greg that makes us relax when we are stressed after a long day." He rolled off me so I could get up. I nodded with my eyes for his mother to follow me. When I reached the living room Kenny and Greg were on the floor in spider position Bethany was naked and having sex with both of them.
Again, I was surprised because Kenny was fourteen, well, almost fifteen. I was just a little surprised that he too was having sex with his mother. I couldn't wrap my head around it when it came to my own mother. I think it had to do with trust issues and all the physical abuse she had done to me and Aaron. Even though I had forgiven her countless times, part of me was still punishing her. Because it did not bother me about having sex with my adoptive Mom anymore. In fact, I enjoy it now and look forward to it. Unlike my mother, I was always dreading it.
I picked up my backpack and cringed when Tally followed me. I stopped and turned into the bathroom, having her come in and close the door. I explained the problem that Zane did not trust me not to have sex with him. Stimulate him yes, but only with his boxers on. Like most mothers, she understood, telling me it hadn't been more than a year when the guy she was with raped them. It had taken months just to get Zane to trust Kenny if he came up behind him when they were both naked.
It did not matter whether they shared the same bed for years or the fact they had stimulated each other since they were seven years old, or she and Bethany had. It was the rape that made him fearful of other boys and men. Even in the school locker room, when the boys brush up against each other in the shower or in classes, he panics. I knew how he felt, so I told her that I was going to take my time and let him come around so he could trust me. I also suggested that it might be fun to let us take her clothes off down to her panties or less than letting me give him and her a massage.
She agreed, but with one condition: that they both strip me naked. I shrugged my shoulders and said that I was ok with that. I did not promise Zane that I would keep my boxers on just his, and I did not promise his mother would join us. Knowing most likely it would be better if she did because he trusted her more than he did me at the moment. Again, I was in no hurry when I had all day and all night to be with them.
I told her I needed to pee first after all the liquid I had drunk before I came here and after our big lunch. I smiled when she lowered my boxers for me and held my penis in her hands stroking it. Just enough to get it hard and let me pee into the toilet. She pulled up my boxers and slipped my hardened penis through the slit and played with it while I washed my hands as she flushed the toilet. It was a special thing she liked doing with all her boys, including Greg and me.
She leaned down to my ear and whispered and said. "I am not wearing any panties." I smiled as she lifted up her skirt to show me and took my hand, rubbing her sweet spot, having her moan as I inserted two fingers to play with her as she did me. Man, we were horny. If there was room, I would have taken her right there on the bathroom floor. She had me lower her skirt so she could pee, and I did so. She wanted to play with me some more but only got a few little strokes telling me how we were going to help her son. Like they say, mother knows best. Zane was waiting for me, stroking his hard rock penis through his boxers. His mother smiled, telling him not to go too far because we both wanted to play with him.
She closed the door, telling me to lie on the bed. Like me, he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed about having his Mom see him naked or having him stimulate himself in front of her. He was just scared of me taking off his boxers, afraid I would rape him from behind. He was cool with having his Mom in the room. In fact, he felt relieved because he wasn't in the room alone with me. I climbed on top of him and laid between his legs; he was comfortable about that and knew that because it would be impossible to rape him from behind. If I was on top of him with his butt facing down, not up.
I kissed him, telling him everything we were going to do; I said. "His mother was going to finish taking our clothes off. I was going to stimulate him orally, and he was going to do the same for me." I asked if he was cool with that. He nodded and smiled, breathing a sigh of relief.
I said, "Then we are both going to take your mother's clothes off and stimulate her together." His eyes told me he was frightened. I whispered in his ears. That I had a waist robe in my bag. If he felt he needed one, to cover his exposed butt. And reminded him that it would be at least twenty minutes to thirty minutes before he and I would be hard again, but if he needed to cover it, I was more than fine with it. He nodded that he would be and thanked me for understanding and letting his mother stay and play with us both.
I kissed him and spoke. "I know how you feel." He looked at me strangely and smiled, seeing his surprised face. I said. "I too was abused, but not sexually. I was physically abused by my parents from the time I was born. Until I had turned fifteen when my mother decided to change and become the mother I had always wanted." I said. "I have been in nineteen foster homes since the age of six. I too had trust issues, always worrying if someone was going to hurt me.
"My father is still trying to kill me. In fact, he tried to just last week. When I was under a full-blown panic attack. Where I was vulnerable, not knowing what was real or wasn't real. Went in and out of my nightmare, every time the light flickered either by lightning or the bulb where my parents had imprisoned me. So, they could abuse me and my brother with no one knowing about it. Or if they killed me and my brother, we could easily disappear, and the records would show that we had both run away and become a picture on a milk carton or on a wall and never to be found."
I know it surprised him as well as his mother; she knew I had been abused because Stringham told her I had been. Yet he did not tell her everything. I only gave enough information to that said I knew what he was going through.
I watched him relax a little more. He kissed me deeply and gave his mother a nod and said he trusted me enough to be with me with her here. Not everything can be fixed in a day, but it was a start as she removed my socks, letting Zane feel my bare feet with his as he rubbed my legs and ankles and the soles of my feet with his toes. She removed my boxers as I slid down between his legs. He wrapped his arms around me, feeling my back and shoulders.
He surprised me as he wrapped his legs around me and we both rolled and had him lay on top of me. Again, making it was impossible for me to stick my penis inside of him. Even though he wouldn't allow me to remove his boxers. He allowed his mother when she did. He straddled me, and I rolled him as if it was a game. I told his mother to open my backpack and pull out the lotion I was going to use for my massages.
I knew the plan we had both worked on in the bathroom, but Zane was the one in charge. Not us, and I wanted him to be, so he wouldn't be afraid of me and would learn to trust me as well as himself. He noticed I was true to my word when I said I liked being naked and I was a nudist. Noticing it did not bother me having his mother see me naked, or Greg.
He just doesn't know how hard it was for Greg to be with me at first, to hold me and love me. Anyone can be naked, but not everyone is willing to show their vulnerability. Letting a person in their hearts they only just met. This was more than just skinny dipping or being in a locker room full of naked boys. This was something a lot more and special as both people begin to let their walls down and show them who they really are.
I told him to put the lotion on my chest and rub it in really well. I knew he was familiar with it and the lotion. As he took a quick taste, found he really liked the flavor I had chosen today. He was even familiar with the basic massage, as I watched him find every muscle in my chest and closed my eyes, showing him. I trusted him not knowing what he was going to do to me.
In fact, it gave me an idea. I had his Mom open the left pocket to find a blindfold and two sets of sexual handcuffs that needed no key. I told him to blindfold me and handcuff me if he wanted. He was nervous about the cuffs, and I realized too much too soon, having his mother only give him the blindfold.
I heard a knock on the door and felt his mother get off the bed and tell them that Zane and I were still busy getting to know each other. I heard Kenny say "still." His mother said I wanted to take my time and for them to go play and we would come out when we were ready. She closed the door and said. "Sorry about that, boys."
Zane said. "He's all mine, Mom. I don't want to share him with Kenny or Greg. He knows me and understands how I feel. Not even you completely understand what I am going through, but he does." He climbed off the bed as I watched him take off his boxers. Like me, he was perfectly groomed. He opened the door for his mother and said he wanted to be alone with me. It surprised me and her. We had such grand plans as taking her clothes off together, but instead, he just wanted to be with me.
His mother gave me a nod and mouthed, "Don't you dare hurt him." I gave her a nod and tied on her blindfold, saying that it was a promise. I felt Zane climb on top of me, lying naked. I smiled, telling him not to be gentle, and reached my arms around him, feeling him jerk just a little when my hands touched his bare butt. I put them up higher only to have him put them back, letting me cradle him in my arms as he kissed me, taking his time finding my pleasure spots and ticklish spots. He asked what else I had in my backpack.
I said. "Open it and see for yourself. I don't hide secrets. If you want to know anything… all you have to do is ask and I will always be honest." He asked if I had ever had sex with boys or grown men. I said. "No, I never stick my penis where doesn't belong." I heard him sigh with relief. He asked if I had really been abused. I smiled and had him find the scars on my chest and my legs and feet. I said. "He'll find more on my back. The new cut on my side was where my father cut me with a kitchen knife last week."
I felt him trace each of the scars, proving to him I was telling the truth. He rolled me over so he could see my back. His fingers shook, tracing the scars, the ones that hadn't faded yet. I jerked when he spread my butt cheeks to make sure I was telling the truth.
I knew what he was looking for because Dad had me do the same to Shawn on the day of his Shaming Ritual. He wanted me to know what it looks like when a boy or man has been raped repeatedly. Proving without a doubt the scarring, and if they did not jerk, but waited for you to stick your penis inside. That they would become angry because you did not. Proving they had gone beyond the rape and started to enjoy it.
I was trusting Zane not to. I was taking a big risk, and I knew it. He even put his finger at the edges, feeling around my boy hole, finding no forced entry.
He said in a surprised voice. "You are telling the truth?"
I said. "I said I would, did I not?" He turned me around and faced me, removed the blindfold, and hugged me, and kissed me more deeply than he had before. It was like the best news he had ever heard, and he believed me because of my scars and the fact I had never been touched, had said I wouldn't do it.
He started to cry as I held him in my arms, letting him cry on my shoulder. Telling me how it happened and how scared he was, and how humiliated he felt, and he couldn't understand why his mother, or his best friend Kenny got over it so quickly. He told me everything as I held him in my arms. His mother opened the door with tears in her eyes, as she must have overheard every word we said. She closed the door and knocked, and Zane quickly wiped his eyes, and said, "Yes Mom, we're still busy. Go away." I saw the light in his eyes that said he trusted me. It was a special moment for both of us because like him I was still carrying the pain inside of me. I only let it out every so often, but most of the time I held it inside, knowing most people would never understand unless they had gone through a similar experience or suffered through some type of abuse. In some ways, it was how I was able to connect to people that had.
It became real; it became frightening to think there were so many victims out there. He did not want the waist robe as he searched my pack, emptying the contents on the bed, and finding my favorite bubble bath. Peaches and cream and little balls of skin flavor to match the bubble bath, as well as the soap and bathing sponge. Plus, four of my favorite flavors; Orange, Cherry, Berry Delight, and Peaches as well as my grooming kit. He was like a kid in a candy store; he wanted to try it all.
I laughed as he stood there erect as I got off the bed and took him in my arms. He wrapped his arms around me really liking the feel of me. I told him I was in no hurry if we spent the whole day together and only spent having sex with his mother and her best friend tonight; I was good with that. He looked up at me and squeezed me tighter and said. "But I want to share my Mom with you. She needs a person in her life that won't hurt her anymore." He released me and told me not to leave the room. He cringed seeing the mess he made.
I lay on the bed and said. "I would wait for him, but I really getting hungry for my snack." He came closer and leaned down to kiss me, and I stroked him. He rolled his eyes in the back of his head; then climbed on top of me as I slid the stuff onto the floor.
He kissed me and said. "I am still not sharing you with Greg, and Kenny, or Bethany. Maybe tonight, but for now, you're all mine.
I said. "I'm fine with that." He slid between my legs and took me orally. He only shared it with a kiss. He let me have my snack, finding it well worth the wait because he trusted me, and we had broken the ice. He slid my hands on his bare butt, letting my arms wrap around him before he released me as we walked out the door.
His Mom was sitting in a chair reading the newspaper and she was still dressed except for her shoes. Everyone else was at the pool. She smiled up at us. He asked if she would like to join us in a bath.
I let him be in charge if he wanted a bath, if he wanted to go out to the pool if he wanted us to play with his mother. I was all for it. Sometimes it is good to let someone else lead. All his Mom said. "That sounds like fun boys. Are you sure you want me to join you? Last time I looked, it looked like you did not need me." I watched him walk over to her and open her blouse and pull down her lace bra. He took a breast and made a meal out of it. He slid his hand under her skirt as she moaned. "That's all I needed to know."